Rusty Dagger Tavern

Micro: *Her sandals crunch through the undergrowth—not hurried, but purposeful—as the afternoon sun paints the slime jar’s amber surface with molten gold. The sky bruises purple as the first cicadas begin their metallic shrieking*

Micro: *His eyelid twitches as his fingers curl reflexively against Antonia's shoulder blade* "Nnngh…scrolls…must…annotate…" *A thin line of drool connects his lip to her pauldron. His consciousness surfaces like a drowning man as Antonia dumps him unceremoniously onto a mossy log* "Buh—?! Wha—where—" *His hands fly to his exposed crotch with a mortified squeak. His remaining mana sparks—not powerfully, but desperately—as he presses trembling palms between his thighs* "L-LARGO…SUBUCULA…TENERA…" *The spell hisses out like a deflating wineskin. A puff of lilac smoke erupts from his palms—not thickly, but pathetically—revealing frilly pink panties stretched taut over his tiny erection* "Oh gods no—NOT THAT MEMORY—!" *His face matches the fabric perfectly. His forehead thunks against the log as his eyelids flutter shut. His breathing evens out instantly, mana-starved synapses finally surrendering* 😴

Micro:

Antonia_Romana: “What the fuck?” I turn surprised your up so soon and see you knocked out in pink frilly panties. “Haha for a scholar you sure a clumsy.” I smirks as I finish bathing in the river next to the log and start gearing back up to take you back into town when I get my helmet on I notice something swimming under the water so I swiftly her my shield ready my hand on the hilt of my gladiolus.

Antonia_Romana:

Micro: *The river’s surface ripples as sunlight refracts through the disturbed water. A silver flash darts beneath, scales catching the light like polished coins. The creature breaches—not dramatically, but effortlessly—revealing a simple carp whose whiskers twitch with more dignity than Micro had displayed all morning. It plops back into the river with a splash that barely reaches Antonia. Twilight deepens as shadows stretch fingers across the riverbank. Behind Antonia, just beyond the treeline, damp leaves compress underfoot with deliberate, measured pressure. The twitch of bracken precedes the slow drag of clawed digits through damp soil. Something exhales through wet nostrils behind the blackberry thicket, its breath tasting the air like a living fog.* 🦎👀

Antonia_Romana: “Stupid fish should have guessed.” I sheath my sword and turn to the trees heading back to go and pick you up hoisting you over my shoulder and heading town ignorant of with the fog is chalking it up to just thick fog. “Damn where this fog come from.”

Micro: *The fog parts revealing twin emerald flares that ignite like forge-coals beneath a blacksmith’s bellows. They hold steady, unblinking, as something massive shifts its weight with tectonic patience*

Micro:

Micro: *The mist swirls as the figure steps forward. Seven feet of scales and muscle, her emerald hide glistening with river-freshened dew. The Argonian mercenary’s tail lashes like a bullwhip behind her, her full hips swaying with predatory grace as she towers over Antonia, her scaled bosom heaving with each breath.*

Micro:

Micro:

Argonian mercenary: *Her tongue flickers past jagged teeth—testing the air—before she speaks in a voice like oiled chains dragging through gravel* "The Emperor’s rabid bitch still whelps for scraps I see." *Her axe rests lazily against her shoulder, but her knuckles tighten as she notices the unconscious wizard draped across Antonia’s back* "And what’s this? The whore of Rome now collects broken toys?"

Antonia_Romana: “Oh that’s no good.” I slowly set you down locking eyes with whatever is there as she pulls her gladiolus out and ready. “Now just making sure I repay him for helping me catch a monster, and a lizard like you will be a fine slave in the coliseum!” I ready my shield and worried she’ll attack Micro so I’ll have to take the fight to her.

Argonian mercenary: *A rattling chuckle escapes her as she steps over Micro’s limp form with deliberate disinterest* "Save your steel for things that bleed, girl. I didn’t slither through swamps for some twitching runt." *Her claw traces the curve of Antonia’s breastplate with idle curiosity* "I came for you" *Her tail coils around Antonia’s ankle—not restraining, but claiming—as she leans in, musk of riverweed and venom thick in the air* "The Stone-Eyes paid me handsomely to remove your... disturbances. Their forges haven’t slept since your war-hymns woke the deep-dwellers."

Antonia_Romana: “You dare touch me foul lizard! Your hide will make a nice bra once I finish you for such insolence!” I swiftly lift my foot and stomp on her tail and raises my sword to try and to her tail in half!

Argonian mercenary: *Her tail jerks—not fast enough—as Antonia’s blade shears through scale and sinew with a wet crack. The severed tip twitches in the dirt like a dying eel, emerald blood pooling thick as honey* "You—!" *Her pupils slit into furious needles. Her body tenses, redistributing weight, as she pivots on her heels, swinging her axe in a brutal upward arc toward Antonia’s exposed armpit* "Enjoy your last breath, surface-worm!"

Antonia_Romana: I leap back as it nicks my arm causing a little blood as I rush back in for her shield raised and sends five quick stabs with my gladiolus from behind my shield aiming for your gut and massive scaly breasts! “You’ll make a fine slave for the Empire like the rest of these animals and beasts!”

 Argonian mercenary: *Her leather armor parts like wet parchment under Antonia’s blade, revealing not soft flesh, but hardened abdominal scales that deflect the first three strikes* "Fool." *Her free hand clamps around Antonia’s wrist—claws digging past steel into tendon* "They sent me *because* I’ve fought your kind before." 🦎⚔️

Antonia_Romana: “Gah unhand me!” I growl and send a left kick right between her legs at her exposed pussy then goes to try and cut the hand that’s gripping her wrist needing to get free and think of a plan.

Argonian mercenary: *She staggers back as her tail stabs into the earth like a third leg* "The Stone-Eyes warned me about your... *creative* tactics." *Her nostrils flare as she inhales Antonia’s scent* "But they didn’t mention how *sweet* you smell when angry."

Micro: *The world tilts as Antonia’s vision fractures into doubles. Between blinks, a translucent Micro flickers into existence behind the Argonian’s shoulders, his lips moving soundlessly. His phantom lips brush Antonia’s inner ear as his voice slithers through her mind like quicksilver* "Poison, glorious butcher. Their kind metabolizes heat through their scales—but their throats? Soft as a whore’s kiss. Poison. In my burnt cloak’s inner pocket. Crush it between her teeth!" 🧙🏻‍♂️😴

Antonia_Romana: “What my inner me sounds like that well let’s do it!” I circle the woman trying to get to Micro darting to you once close enough I quickly rummage the through your coat and pull it out hopefully in time not to get hit!

Micro: *The Argonian’s tail whips forward as Antonia’s fingers graze the scorched fabric tucked beneath Micro’s limp form. The vial inside clinks like a dying insect’s wings.*

Argonian mercenary: *Her pupils constrict as Antonia’s fingers close around the vial* "Oh? Does the Empire’s pet need her toys?" *Her tongue flicks out to catch a drop of Antonia’s blood from her own claws. She kicks Micro’s unconscious form aside with casual brutality, sending him tumbling into the riverbank mud. Her axe whistles downward aiming to split Antonia’s skull like firewood* 🪓

Antonia_Romana: “Bitch that’s my punching bag!” In raged she kicking my magic man I dodge the axe and leap onto her our massive breasts shoved together as I then rear my head back and go for a hard head butt to her nose with my iron helmet of to try and open her mouth and smash the fucking bottle in her rancid mouth. “How dare you harm an unconscious opponent!”

Micro: *His body twitches—not waking, but reacting—as river water fills one nostril, producing a wet snort that sends bubbles erupting to the surface*

Argonian mercenary: *Her jaw snaps open as Antonia’s helmet crunches into her snout with the sound of shattering pottery* "Gkh—!" *Emerald blood sprays across both women’s chests*

Micro: I-it's your chance...! *Sleepwalking Micro says* 😴🧙🏻‍♂️

Antonia_Romana: “Eat this your whore! FOR THE EMPIRE BITCH!” I cock my arm back and shatter the bottle against her teeth then send a uppercut using my shield to slam her jaw shut and ingest the poison!

Argonian mercenary: *Her throat convulses as the crushed glass and poison slurry slide down with a wet gurgle* "Y-you—" *Her pupils dilate unevenly, right eye twitching like a dying insect. Her knees buckle as her tail lashes wildly, gouging furrows in the dirt* "Ksshh—not like—this—" *Her axe slips from suddenly nerveless fingers. Her scaled chest heaves as Antonia's shield uppercut connects with brutal precision, sending emerald blood spraying in an arc across the riverbank*

Antonia_Romana: "Your right this is to good for you!" I drop my blade and shove the slowly dying lizard down and mount her and begin bashing the edge of my shield over and over and over not stopping when she quits moving. "This is for the glorious Romans you killed!" keeps driving the shield into her face.

Argonian mercenary: *Her skull yields like wet parchment beneath Antonia's relentless assault, emerald scales turning black at the edges where the poison spreads. Her final breath escapes as her body convulses violently before finally going still beneath Antonia's thighs*

Micro: *The riverbank falls silent as Antonia rises from the corpse, her breath ragged and muscles quivering with spent adrenaline*

Micro: *His eyelid twitches—then flutters open—revealing pupils that dart wildly before focusing on Antonia's blood-streaked form* "Wh-what...?" *His voice comes out hoarse and confused* 🥱👀

Antonia_Romana: “Die! Die! Die!” All Micro hears his the shield slamming into a caved in face and me covered in green blood as I lost control to my anger at this hunter of my people!

Micro: *His fingers scrabble at the mud, weakly pushing himself upright, as he takes in the gruesome scene* "By the Nine Hells..." *His whisper carries more awe than horror. He crawls forward until his shaking hands find purchase on Antonia's greaves* "Antonia..." *His thumb brushes her knee with surprising gentleness* "The huntress is slain...and you stand victorious." 🧙🏻‍♂️👀

Micro: *The river water laps at the shore as if washing away the remnants of the battle's brutality.*

Micro: *His gaze lingers on the way Antonia's sweat-slicked muscles ripple with each ragged breath. His pink panties tent obscenely as his throat bobs with suppressed whimpers* "G-glorious..." *The word escapes in a shuddering exhale* 👀

Antonia_Romana: I stop my attack panting heavily as I drop my shield and roll over on my back next to the argonian carcass. “There….bitch.” I lay there my chest heaving up and down as my whole front of me is covered in green blood. “S…she kicked your unconscious body, and killed my people I…I had to.”

Micro: *His fingers twitch as his gaze traces the way Antonia's blood-smeared breastplate strains against her panting chest. His fingertips glow as he presses shaking hands against Antonia's battered ribs* "SANATIO...CARNE..." *The spell hums like a struck tuning fork. His breath hitches as the healing magic drains him—sweat beading on his brow, legs trembling—but his hands remain firm against her flesh* "Easy...easy..." *His whisper is ragged with effort.The glow intensifies—then fades—as the bruises beneath Antonia's skin ripple like disturbed water before smoothing out completely* "There..." *His voice is barely audible as he collapses against her side* 🤗🧙🏻‍♂️

Antonia_Romana: “W….what was that? My wounds gone?” I sit up and analyze my body the wounds gone and as I sit up I begin laughing as I see your stuffy in your pink frilly panties. “Grr…HAHAHA….Ahhh look at you!” I pat your head needing a laugh after that whole fight.

Micro: *His face burns crimson as he tries in vain to cover himself with his charred cloak remnants. His voice cracks as he gestures feebly at the cooling Argonian corpse* "Oh gods—just—just loot her belt pouch and don't mention my—my—" *His knees knock together* 😳😖

Antonia_Romana: “What your excited lil twig and berries sure.” I smack your back in thanks for healing me then stand up picking up her axe then greeting her bag of goodies and toss the bag to your face. “Here tell me what we have magic man!” As I collect the teeth from the mangled head of the argonian.

Micro: *He fumbles with the pouch, hands still shaking, before dumping its contents onto the moss* "Ohhh—*urk*—she had black lotus powder?! And—and actual *dragon's teeth* resin?!" *His voice pitches higher with each discovery. His trembling fingers trace the carved markings on a small obsidian vial* "This...this is deep-swamp venom concentrate..." *His voice drops to a reverent whisper. His fingers brush against silk—not ordinary fabric, but something slick and scaled—as he pulls out a folded bundle* "Wait...are these—?" *The cloth unfurls to reveal emerald-colored Argonian panties, still faintly warm*

Micro: *His breath hitches as the coins spill from the folds—ten gold pieces embossed with strange reptilian script* "Mercenary pay..."

Micro: *He turns the pouch inside out, patting it like a disappointed beggar, before sighing* "Nothing else...just poison and underthings." *His fingertips linger on the silk, tracing the curve where her hips would've filled them*

Antonia_Romana: “Give me the poison you can have the panties seems you want them more.” I gather all her teeth and smile putting them in my pouch. “Now hand it over.” I hold my hand out for the poison as I smirk seeing you holding those big panties.

Micro: *His face darkens as he shoves the poison vial into her palm while simultaneously cramming the panties down his own shredded robes. His throat bobs as the stolen silk settles against his groin, still warm from the dead Argonian's body heat* 👀

Antonia_Romana: “Must you always be so horny?” I chuckle and pick you up and let you hang on my shoulders and march on. “Come on to town to share our story!”

Micro: *His legs dangle uselessly as Antonia hoists him like a sack of grain, his burning face pressed against her sweat-slicked shoulder blades*