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05-17-2016, 06:55 PM
Tekilia Pu'Tang's
Truly Inspiring Traveler's Saga
Crushboned! - Tyranny Toppled
by
Tekilia Pu'Tang
for liberty
Tekilia was thrilled! Her heart raced with excitement. Her veins flowed with the power of nature and she was soon to learn where she might purchase a new pair of fine pants!
"TIME TO DIE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" she shouted as she raced across the throne room to the tower. She hesitated as she rounded the corner. She'd been here once before...
The memories flooded her mind. She'd unwittingly stumbled into a conference between Emperor Crush and his most trusted advisors: The Warlord, The Prophet and the inkblot filth Ambassador D'Vinn. Crush's Royal Guard had been upon her in a flash. She was overpowered by the group and they'd had their way with her. It was over as quickly as it had begun though. She'd awoken clean and free at the Orc Lift in Fellagan, but she'd felt dirty for making such a foolish mistake.
Not this time she thought as she raced up the staircase. The Royal Guard thrusted at her from behind in the shadows!
"'Death! Death to all who oppose the Crushbone orcs!" it cried. She took the bloow in stride and sprinted on up the staircase.
"'Death! Death to all who oppose the Crushbone orcs!" cried the Prophet
"'Death! Death to all who oppose the Crushbone orcs!'" bellowed the orc Emperor Crush
"Time to die Tekilia!" hissed the dark elf Ambassador D'Vinn
"You are no match for Pu'Tang!" Tekilia returned in righteous fury."Emperor Crush is looking for an ass beating! Let us oblige him!" she cried down to her companions in the Throne Room as she dashed down the Tower stair case.
Tekilia started as she bolted from behind the throne, nearly colliding with (and then annihilating) a towering skeleton before she realized it was only Bonezai's animated minion Kekeker. Tekilia readied herself as the frothing band of orc leadership poured into the Throne Room. Howls of pain and rage erupted as Tekilia began fisting foes. Her fists were unleashed. Her wrath unbridled. Silver Chitin bit tender flesh as she fisted each adversary a dozen times over. Kekeker cackled gleefully as it joined the melee alongside the tempestuous monk and snorting elementals. Takato and Gnopanteez rained fire upon their foes and Bonezai beamed a smile at Ambassador D'Vinn as he drained the life force from him,
"Ahhh, thank you," he sighed sadistically.
By fist or fire, the orcs fell one by one to the Throne Room floor. The inkblot D'Vinn was the last foe standing. Tekilia fiercely fisted him, but he seemed not to mind. He seemed rather to enjoy it. The elementals hacked at him with rusty weapons alongside the skeletal animation and slowly D'Vinn tired. His movements slowed. He was near his end.
"Finish him," came a sweet voice form the entrance corridor. Tekilia glanced to see the elf maid had returned and decided to issue the end to the threat of Clan Crushbone once and for all.
"TIGER CLAW!!!" Your Balls are mine!" she cried, landing the killing blow as she claimed a fist full of Dark Elf parts.
The pretty elf maid cringed imperceptibly at the sight before nodding approvingly. Tekilia threw the Dark Elf parts against the throne and proceeded to rinse her hands in Jonaker. She was through with this place. The orc menace was neutralized and she needed to meet with Master Closk. Tekilia approached the young elf who presented her with a small package.
"What is this?" she asked in surprise.
"These pants were sold out," she said daintily tapping a thigh with her index finger, "but I thought you could use this though." She smiled.
"How much?" Tekilia chewed her lip nervously. She was concerned. She'd made some coin selling refurbished Crushbone Belts, but nothing substantial and she'd only wanted to know where she could obtain such fashionable pants. She hadn't expected a purchase on her behalf.
"Free," beamed the petite elf.
"Oh my. Thank you SO much!" Tekilia cried in appreciation as she enfolded the pretty little elf in a show of gratitude. she'd never received a gift before. This was perhaps the kindest thing anyone had done for since she'd departed her homeland. The elf squirmed in Tekilia's arms and she realized her prodigious bosom was suffocating the poor creature. She released the girl and flushed as she glanced away in embarrassment.
"Ahem, thank you," she said looking out the window.
"You're welcome," beamed the High Druidess. Tekilia only learned much later how much senior the girl actually was. The magic she wielded could only have been mastered through years, decades of practice. The elves however were blessed with eternal youth and Tekilia was a simple girl.
Tekilia tore at the package. a matching set of gold nylon yoga pants and matching bust strap were inside! Tekilia examined the articles carefully reviewing the care instructions and product information embroidered on the inside. Wu's Fighting Pantaloons! The famed Master Wu had recently announced his retirement and had launched a fashion line the year before in anticipation as a sort of twilight career. It was rumored that the warrior monk Tekilya Wu'Tang would be anointed his successor, but with the growing turmoil in the frozen wasteland of Velious, Norrath was riddled with uncertainty.
Stacks of shuriken and bandages as well as her two rods and some fishcakes fell to the floor as Tekilia tore off her linen garments, much to the dismay of Gnopanteeze (oddly) and the Druidess. The Druidess blushed profusely as Tekilia wrestled her magnificent mammaries into the new halter and wiggled her way into the new pants. They were a tight fight unlike her baggy linens, but offered superior mobility.
Tekilia gathered and stowed her belongings once more before walking over to the Great Dining Hall window. She stood proudly as she gazed at the ruins of Clan Crushbone. The sinking sun cast harsh shadows across her impeccable physique and her companions knew they were part of something special.
And so it was that Tekilia Pu'Tang mastered the ancient art of Fisting, brought an end to the tyranny of Clan Crushbone and ascended to Fashionista in a single day. The Sylvan lands of Faydwer trumpted loudly the name of Tekilia Pu'Tang, Butcher of Crushbone, Savior of Faydark, Defender of Freeport, Master Fister, Wearer of Fine Pants, Heir to the Throne of the Pu'Tang Empire.
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Truly Inspiring Traveler's Saga
Crushboned! - Tyranny Toppled
by
Tekilia Pu'Tang
for liberty
Tekilia was thrilled! Her heart raced with excitement. Her veins flowed with the power of nature and she was soon to learn where she might purchase a new pair of fine pants!
"TIME TO DIE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" she shouted as she raced across the throne room to the tower. She hesitated as she rounded the corner. She'd been here once before...
The memories flooded her mind. She'd unwittingly stumbled into a conference between Emperor Crush and his most trusted advisors: The Warlord, The Prophet and the inkblot filth Ambassador D'Vinn. Crush's Royal Guard had been upon her in a flash. She was overpowered by the group and they'd had their way with her. It was over as quickly as it had begun though. She'd awoken clean and free at the Orc Lift in Fellagan, but she'd felt dirty for making such a foolish mistake.
Not this time she thought as she raced up the staircase. The Royal Guard thrusted at her from behind in the shadows!
"'Death! Death to all who oppose the Crushbone orcs!" it cried. She took the bloow in stride and sprinted on up the staircase.
"'Death! Death to all who oppose the Crushbone orcs!" cried the Prophet
"'Death! Death to all who oppose the Crushbone orcs!'" bellowed the orc Emperor Crush
"Time to die Tekilia!" hissed the dark elf Ambassador D'Vinn
"You are no match for Pu'Tang!" Tekilia returned in righteous fury."Emperor Crush is looking for an ass beating! Let us oblige him!" she cried down to her companions in the Throne Room as she dashed down the Tower stair case.
Tekilia started as she bolted from behind the throne, nearly colliding with (and then annihilating) a towering skeleton before she realized it was only Bonezai's animated minion Kekeker. Tekilia readied herself as the frothing band of orc leadership poured into the Throne Room. Howls of pain and rage erupted as Tekilia began fisting foes. Her fists were unleashed. Her wrath unbridled. Silver Chitin bit tender flesh as she fisted each adversary a dozen times over. Kekeker cackled gleefully as it joined the melee alongside the tempestuous monk and snorting elementals. Takato and Gnopanteez rained fire upon their foes and Bonezai beamed a smile at Ambassador D'Vinn as he drained the life force from him,
"Ahhh, thank you," he sighed sadistically.
By fist or fire, the orcs fell one by one to the Throne Room floor. The inkblot D'Vinn was the last foe standing. Tekilia fiercely fisted him, but he seemed not to mind. He seemed rather to enjoy it. The elementals hacked at him with rusty weapons alongside the skeletal animation and slowly D'Vinn tired. His movements slowed. He was near his end.
"Finish him," came a sweet voice form the entrance corridor. Tekilia glanced to see the elf maid had returned and decided to issue the end to the threat of Clan Crushbone once and for all.
"TIGER CLAW!!!" Your Balls are mine!" she cried, landing the killing blow as she claimed a fist full of Dark Elf parts.
The pretty elf maid cringed imperceptibly at the sight before nodding approvingly. Tekilia threw the Dark Elf parts against the throne and proceeded to rinse her hands in Jonaker. She was through with this place. The orc menace was neutralized and she needed to meet with Master Closk. Tekilia approached the young elf who presented her with a small package.
"What is this?" she asked in surprise.
"These pants were sold out," she said daintily tapping a thigh with her index finger, "but I thought you could use this though." She smiled.
"How much?" Tekilia chewed her lip nervously. She was concerned. She'd made some coin selling refurbished Crushbone Belts, but nothing substantial and she'd only wanted to know where she could obtain such fashionable pants. She hadn't expected a purchase on her behalf.
"Free," beamed the petite elf.
"Oh my. Thank you SO much!" Tekilia cried in appreciation as she enfolded the pretty little elf in a show of gratitude. she'd never received a gift before. This was perhaps the kindest thing anyone had done for since she'd departed her homeland. The elf squirmed in Tekilia's arms and she realized her prodigious bosom was suffocating the poor creature. She released the girl and flushed as she glanced away in embarrassment.
"Ahem, thank you," she said looking out the window.
"You're welcome," beamed the High Druidess. Tekilia only learned much later how much senior the girl actually was. The magic she wielded could only have been mastered through years, decades of practice. The elves however were blessed with eternal youth and Tekilia was a simple girl.
Tekilia tore at the package. a matching set of gold nylon yoga pants and matching bust strap were inside! Tekilia examined the articles carefully reviewing the care instructions and product information embroidered on the inside. Wu's Fighting Pantaloons! The famed Master Wu had recently announced his retirement and had launched a fashion line the year before in anticipation as a sort of twilight career. It was rumored that the warrior monk Tekilya Wu'Tang would be anointed his successor, but with the growing turmoil in the frozen wasteland of Velious, Norrath was riddled with uncertainty.
Stacks of shuriken and bandages as well as her two rods and some fishcakes fell to the floor as Tekilia tore off her linen garments, much to the dismay of Gnopanteeze (oddly) and the Druidess. The Druidess blushed profusely as Tekilia wrestled her magnificent mammaries into the new halter and wiggled her way into the new pants. They were a tight fight unlike her baggy linens, but offered superior mobility.
Tekilia gathered and stowed her belongings once more before walking over to the Great Dining Hall window. She stood proudly as she gazed at the ruins of Clan Crushbone. The sinking sun cast harsh shadows across her impeccable physique and her companions knew they were part of something special.
And so it was that Tekilia Pu'Tang mastered the ancient art of Fisting, brought an end to the tyranny of Clan Crushbone and ascended to Fashionista in a single day. The Sylvan lands of Faydwer trumpted loudly the name of Tekilia Pu'Tang, Butcher of Crushbone, Savior of Faydark, Defender of Freeport, Master Fister, Wearer of Fine Pants, Heir to the Throne of the Pu'Tang Empire.
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