Chapter 1 - Enter the Pu'Tang
Tekilia trotted back to the Ashenhand Dojo her bosom dancing with great jubilence. She slowed as she rounded the corner from the Inn, careful to avoid the stale pile of horse shit marking the alley leading to the mage's guild.
Ran'un Senpai and Lonnes Senpai were practicing outside the Dojo. Tekilia paused, her breasts falling still as she studiously observed the practiced maneuvers of her elders. She had a keen eye for form and though the knowledge of their techniques was foreign to her, she intuitively understood them to be clumsy, boorish, lacking the elegance of the Pu'Tang style.
Teklia made her way across the courtyard and strode with purpose and a measured pace over the Bridge of Experience. Her boobs billowed from the set of tattered bandages that comprised her training tunic like a bushel of sheep's wool tied with a shoe lace. A sizable measure of underboob clung proudly above her bare mid-drift and sweat traced the curves of the fine musculature cinching her abdomen as her hips rocked from side to side.
Entering the Dojo, Tekilia went upstairs where she found Master Closk. She approached him and bowed deeply. He stared back at her, unmoved.
"Hail, Master Closk"
"Greetings, I am Puab Closk, Master of the Ashen Order. Our home is your home, friend. Feel free to stay as long as you like. Learn our ways as many have done in the past. Tekilia's mind drifted as he rambled on. To fight like the tiger and strike like the cobra are your goals. Cough- [treant fist] -Cough!"
"I've come to train," Tekilia declared earnestly
Master Closk stared harshly at her as if daring her to speak further, so she did.
"I've defended the city from the chitinous scourge, the animated bones of ancestors passed and the orc hordes of Clan Deathfist."
Master Closk seemed unmoved.
"Teach me!" Teklia growled in frustration.
Master Closk stared stonily at her. Tekilia stared back. Another student approached
"Hail, Puab Closk"
Master Closk spun to face the young monk, "Hello there Chunli"
What was this?! The young monk had addressed Master Closk with insolence, but he had responded to her much more warmly.
Tekilia stared indignantly at the Master. Her face wrinkled and she chewed her lower lip as she folded her arms beneath her breasts popping them free from her lower rib cage and contorting her delicate tunic as the prodigious masses of flesh squished together. She tapped her foot, her head flicking from Master, to student, to Master and back. Their gi were slightly different from Tekilia's. She moved forward to inspect Master Closk-
"Welcome Tekilia, let's get to work!"
Tekilia jumped as a table was thrust in her face. Not that kind of table! It was a list of all skills known to man, or woman and it rated her proficiency in each. Somehow the Master had perfectly assessed her aptitude at everything from elvish to baking and.... well everything! Teklia blushed imperceptibly as she glanced over the list. She was flattered, but she did not come for praise. No, she was here to learn and learn she would.
She selected a skill and knowledge flooded her mind. Her towering intellect dissecting every bit of information as it passed through her. The Master trained her long and hard and quick and short and an instant, in the space between time, she knew. She knew more.
Tekilia smiled broadly and bowed deeply at the waist. Her breasts pressed enthusiastically against their meager bindings as she dropped forward. No, not this time, she thought and snapped back to attention before spinning on her heels and making her way down the stairs. Her breasts sagged in disappointment momentairly before reclaiming their usual vigor, gently bouncing with each step.
Asnod Marnoc caught her attention as she rounded the corner at the bottom. She stopped and re-filled her medicine bags with loaves of bread and shuriken. Passage to Faydwer was neither swift nor simple. With her bags as full as she could manage without filling like a fucking sow, Tekilia exited the Dojo, crossed the Stream of Adversity and left the courtyard careful to avoid the pile of stale horse shit - it was still there - as she entered the dirty thoroughfares of Freeport.
It was dark and the moon was full. Tekilia's silky hair shimmered in the starlight as it danced in a gentle night breeze. The air was chill and her nipples pressed like pebbles beneath the frayed strips of fabric that were her tunic.She was cold, it was fucking freezing. The air grew still and quiet as she focused on the inner fire that burned deep, deep witin her. She brought forth its warmth and enjoyed a measure of relief as she continued on her way, her skin smoothing and nipples softening.
Tekilia was just passing the Freeport Inn when she spied motion in the shadows. She glanced around the lot and saw noone. She was alone. A girlish voice shrieked in terror briefly in her mind before she pummeled it thoroughly with the practiced resolve and iron fists of a monk. She listened. Nothing. Her eyes rolled from side to side, thrusting as deeply as they could into the virgin darkness of night. She was human though and her eyes were shit at night.
A coarse rustle sounded softly from the right. Tekilia cocked her head and listened. She listened. It came again. She listened. And it came again. And still she listened. Until at long last there stood not but three feet to her right, a towering mass of blood-matted fur and fury. The beast stood half-again as tall as Tekilia. Razor-edged talons as big as her hand flicked menacingly from meaty paws larger than her breasts. Its forlimbs were thicker than her delightfully rotund hips and a foul smell bellowed from the canine mug squished against its bull neck.
Tekilia turned to face the animal and stood her ground as it moved closer. Its grotesque face lurched inches from hers, sending a fetid strand of saliva splattering against her cheek. The thing gurgled with delight. Rage ignited within Tekilia like plainsgrass in summer. She threw her arms back and let loose a mighty yaulp as she executed the Kaioken. Her flailing tunic burst apart with the power of the motion and her bare breasts stood proud as Tekilia was shrouded in the red energies of rage. Tekilia spun with blinding speed executing the most powerful round kick in the history of Norrath, wrapping one arm tightly around the fugitive flesh of her chest to stabilize herself as she did so. In one swift motion she reclaimed her modesty and laid claim to her assailant's life. The beast's head flew through the air toward the In and smashed against the stone wall jutting from its side.
Still clutching her majestic mammaries with one arm, Tekilia wiped the disgusting animal's saliva from her face with her free hand. Wedging her foot in the bloody void where its head had been, she ripped the hide from its flesh in one powerful motion. She'd heard tell of tall men to the north who had some talent at fashioning fine cloaks from such defiled hides and elected to carry it with her for a time. It smelled of fish and spinach among other things and reminded her of her homeland, the Pu'Tang Empire.. Yes, she would keep it. For a time. She had other matters to attend to now though. She bent down, quickly rolling the bloody mass of fur as best she could with one hand and set out to find another tunic. Why had she come this way anyway? The boat was the other Quellious damned direction!