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Old 05-01-2016, 03:42 PM
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Prologue to Adventure: Enter the Pu'Tang

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Tekilia Pu'Tang

Note from the Author:This Prologue to Adventure: Enter the Pu'Tang while rooted in real events derived directly from my travel journal has been heavily edited to conform with communit standards, adopting stylistic elements of established writers in tribute to their fine works. Future installments while sympathetic to this precedent will hold more snugly within the Pu'Tang legacy.
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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!
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Chapter 2 - Faydark in Turmoil

Tekilia disembarked the Rank Walrus eager to be on her way to the Faydark and away from the accursed ship with neither crew nor captain. She made her way through the sub-alpine meadows of Butcherblock Mountains noting a handful of squat stone structures along the path, each tended by never more than a pair of hairy little men. She spotted bandit camps in the valleys and goblin hovels near the the shores and in the crags as she traveled. She passed by the great hole of Aladin, home of the hairy little men. She could not be entirely sure of the pronounciation though; they spoke with a nearly unintelligible accent exacerbated by inebriation and mouths full of half-chewed leaves wedged between their gums and their lips.

It was midday when Tekilia entered the Greater Faydark. She set about the unsettling business of procuring the services of a soul binder. She hated magic. Worse yet, she hated being the subject of it. She hated the very idea of arcane taint upon her. Tekilia's mood soured as she searched for a binder. Unable to locate one, she set out in search of adventure at the sprawling orc outpost of Orc Hill. Tekilia thought it queer that the Emerald Warriors only stationed two sentries at the Orc Lift front with so many orcs so close to Felagan, the Great Treehouse of the Wood Elves.

At Orc Hill Tekilia encountered a fledgling band of young adventurers. Tekilia took pity on them and offered her services

"Hello! I am Tekilia Pu'Tang, Defender of Freeport, Beater of Ass," she thought it best to leave out any further reference to her homeland for now.

"Are you in [need]?" She asked.

"I need!" eagerly replied one of the little men. Thick chunks of Orc pudu matted the fur atop his bare oversized feet. Tekilia cringed at the sight of it, but joined the small band of adventurers nonetheless.

Tekilia burst into motion. Shuriken flew left and right, enraging orcs small and large as they were struck with the Pu'Tangese stars. Tekilia's comrades froze in terror as hordes of inkskins poured over them, but Tekilia knew no fear. She was a girl of action. With a thick rod in each hand, Teklia's arms wipped about cracking skulls and shattering testes as the orcs fell upon her. Her companions marveled at her martial proficiency and the party enjoyed great success. The battle burned fiercely.

Some time later...

Orcs stood idly about their decrepit dwellings, polluting the quiet air of the Faydark night with their repugnant stench. Tekilia's face twisted in disgust as the stink swam offensively through the brisk night air around her. She was hot and sweaty, drawing heavy breaths through her nose from exertion and would have found the night pleasant if it weren't for the damned orc menace and their stink!

A song elf chanted like a fairy - Tekilia had seen and heard several fairies since her arrivel to the Faydark - as she lured an orc centurion to their party's camp. Tekilia funneled her frustration into a powerful roundhouse kick as the smelly blue bastard swung at her woodland companion. The orc snorted with a shrill, swine-like squeal as its jaw unhinged, blanketing Tekilia's petite bare foot with orc saliva. She shuddered with revulsion and pummeled the maimed creature with the great justice of her thick sticks.

The orc's foul corpse dropped dutifully to the Faydark floor, emerging the searing transition of death a new bounty of Bertoxxulous as the fleeting gift of Nife was sponged hungrily by the bed of pine needles blanketing their Orc Hill. Tekilia was ill-fit to dispose of the corpses, but other members of her party embraced the task with a queer enthusiasm, relieving the dead of various trinkets in the process. Tekilia didn't fully comprehend it and just wished they would stop slipping coins into her pants. They were cold, heavy and distracting as they slipped around. She had little use for them anyway.

Tekilia had labored the trying rod of war for days, beating off orc after orc counter-assault. She'd razed the squalid encampment and the Faydark now worked at Tunare's will to erase any evidence of the blemish as it healed. It was a respectable experience and Tekilia had grown considerably. Her round kicks were more accurate and she'd only grown more skilled with the rods of war that she wielded. It was time to take the battle to the orcs, to reclaim the land they occupied, to put an end to Clan Crushbone.

And so it was that Tekilia Pu'Tang, Defender of Freeport, Heir to the Throne of the Pu'Tang Empire liberated the Faydark from the vile swell of Orc aggression. In one mighty strike the festering wound of Orc Hill was no more and the full righteous fury of Quellious settled on the blight of Clan Crushbone.
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More please
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I'll wait for the graphic novel version
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Old 05-03-2016, 06:45 AM
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This is great. Can't wait for chapter 3...
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Old 05-03-2016, 10:23 AM
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No one is going to believe we are not the same person

/shakes fist in the air

EDIT: plus your lore is way off - Tekilya Wu'Tang rules both the Ashen Order and the Silent Fists as Grand Master of the Monks Guild - it is known Jon Snow
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Old 05-03-2016, 10:28 AM
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I didn't read it but I'm sure it's better than yours.
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Old 05-03-2016, 11:19 AM
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I didn't read it but I'm sure it's better than yours.
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