Pan: HP = 29/65, PP = 68, EP = 28/111, Status = Injured, Flight, 24/30 TP
"You daft? You don't know where Therion is?" the portly guard replied in a surly tone, "it's up North, along the road a ways. You'll be on yer own for finding someone to pawn weapons to; that ain't my problem now, is it?"
"Alright, thanks!" Pan took the stuff and looked around. "Let's see... on a map... North is that way... and East and West... which means North is up... which means I should be able to see it from up high!" With that dazzling display of peerless logic, Pan took to the skies once more, hoping to be able to spot something interesting that would lead him to the city.
Pan: HP = 29/65, PP = 68, EP = 28/111, Status = Injured, Flight, 24/30 TP
Flying high up once more, Pan would barely see another settlement up North, and past it in the distance a massive golden tower rising high into the air.
"Ooooo! Shiny!" Pan more or less immediately forgot about his quest to sell things and headed for the golden tower. It was just so golden that Pan couldn't resist. He sped past the town with nary a glance and shot straight for the tower.
Pan: HP = 29/65, PP = 68, EP = 28/111, Status = Injured, 24/30 TP
It took Pan another few hours of flight in order to get near to the golden tower, and as he drew within a mile of it and passed over a wall he found his flight suddenly and violently dispelled. Flipping end over end, Pan was left falling at an angle towards the ground while tumbling wildly in mid air.
Well this was a problem. As Pan watched the ground get nearer, he formed two options: Option one was to form wings or something. Given that he was flipping end over end, the chances of forming wings and getting steady fast enough to avoid crashing was probably unlikely. That left option number two. As Pan got nearer to the ground, he simply removed everything in his body that would be damaged by a collision. He liquefied his bones, made his organs less likely to rupture, and smoothed over his face. Hopefully a blob of flesh would be much less likely to be hurt by the impact.
Pan: HP = 29/65, PP = 68, EP = 28/111, Status = Injured, 24/30 TP
(What Pan is trying to do isn't possible with Shapeshifting. I checked to make sure I'd put it in somewhere like I remembered and lo and behold, it was in the FAQ in the lore thread. That's at least obscure enough to say that you might not have seen it though, so I'll give you a pass on this one, he wasn't going to be allowed to splatter over the royal courtyard anyway.)
Tumbling head over heels towards the ground, Pan found that his natural ability to change his form didn't allow him to remove his organs or turn his bones into jelly. Luckily, as he tumbled towards the ground, the karkastan found that his momentum suddenly began to reduce dramatically, to the point where he was only floating as he drew near the ground, ultimately landing on a cushion of air that let him hover about a foot off of the ground before he was unceremoniously dropped with a dull thud. A girl in a fine blue robe walked over to him, scowling down at Pan's prone form while a few others in the surroundings looked on curiously as they went about their business.
Nobody here was anything but finely dressed, the sort of people who very rarely ended up as clients in the brothel he'd been raised but who tended to drop a lot of coin - extra for discretion - when they did. "Really? You tried to fly HERE!? Are you TRYING to kill yourself buddy?" the girl said impatiently, a firm scowl on her face and her hands planted on her hips.
"I thank ye, young lady, for saving mine life. I go by the name of Pan." He bowed deeply. "I saw the tower from a distance and simply had to get a better look. I was ignorant of the... ah... effect that afflicted me. Could you please enlighten me on this place and its purpose?" Pan cautiously tried to activate his flight power again. He wasn't going to fly anywhere, he just wanted to see if it would work. Being caught without powers would place Pan in a lot of danger. On the other hand, it was awfully shiny.
Pan: HP = 29/65, PP = 68, EP = 28/111, Status = Injured, 24/30 TP
(Derp, I forgot to mention a rather important detail: Pan flew over quite a bit of city to get to the tower.)
Pan would be able to reactivate his ability to fly, but it would only blink on for a moment, enough to take off - or stabilize a fall - but not enough to let him get far. "Bonehead," the girl grumbled, narrowing her eyes and planting her fists on her hips, "how do you not know where here is!? Honestly... I'm surprised the city guard didn't put an arrow or twenty through you for flying over the city walls. You're in Therion, and this is the royal courtyard. The shiny thing that your dumb brain focused on to get you here is the Tower Goldspike."
She eyed him with a glare for another moment before sighing, her expression softening to neutrality. "I'm Maggie... Magdalen to you. What are you doing here?"
"The Rion. I see. Well, I'm awfully happy that they didn't shoot me. I've had to endure a few arrows and wounds today already. I don't think scars look too sexy, though, so I healed those away." He smiled, his head pretty empty. Then he refocused enough to hear her question. "Doing? Well, I'm just "doing" whatever I can. I just left home, you see. I've yet to find a quest or goal worthy of my efforts. For now I'm just seeing what I can see. And that brings me here. That is my existence. What are you doing here, fair lady?"
Pan: HP = 29/65, PP = 68, EP = 28/111, Status = Injured, 24/30 TP
"No... Not The rion, Therion! Th-air-ee-on!" she replied in frustration, before eyeing him in apparent annoyance for a few seconds following his response to her question. "Working... Or I was, before I stopped to make sure you weren't going to ruin the cobblestones. I really need to get back to it though... Try not to get into any more trouble? I don't want to get any flakk if someone finds out I saved you," she answered, before turning on her heel and starting away from Pan.
Unfortunately for her, Pan had latched on. He followed her, smiling. "There must be some way I could repay you for your assistance. I lack coin but my home provides a service that everyone needs. Perhaps I could get you a distcount. Or I could assist you in your work. Maybe if I could help you finish faster, you could enlighten me on the specifics of my situation and of the Tower Goldspike. It is a sight to see and must have a story as well."
Pan: HP = 29/65, PP = 68, EP = 28/111, Status = Injured, 24/30 TP
Magdelen frowned darkly as Pan latched onto her, refusing to let her be on her way. "Don't mention it," she said dryly in response to his offer to repay her, "I don't know where you came from, but I don't get out of the city often enough to make taking you up on that convenient. If I even wanted to. Anyway! My work is... Diplomatic, which you - no offense - don't seem particularly good with. Besides, I don't think they'd let you into the tower. You're kind of... Bloody."
She motioned at the blood stains on his clothes, though she didn't seem personally uncomfortable with them. "Perhaps you can go see the sights? I'm sure someone with more time and a better knack for storytelling could tell you about the Tower, and you seem like a personable sort. Maybe we could catch up sometime later, if you insist on sticking to my hip?" She seemed more or less completely jovial and polite, but it was clear that she wished to be away from Pan for the moment at least, her body poised on the edge of continuing her strides towards the golden tower.
Pan laughs. "Oh all right. I guess I can wander if you really are busy. I'll see you later, maybe for dinner? I'll be waiting for you here later after I change and meet some people!" As he walked away, the stuff he had taken from the raiders jangled. That reminded him that he still had stuff to sell. So, to a pawn shop! Then to get some new, spiffy clothes and repair his armor. And then to hire a tour guide, preferably an attractive female one that he can 'get to know' after the tour! And then he can come back here and attempt to locate Maggy!
Pan: HP = 65, PP = 68, EP = 111, Status = Fine, 24/30 TP
The somewhat battered half faerie drew a few glances as he walked out of the square surrounding the great golden tower, but quickly left that behind in his search for a pawn shop, a guide, and a place where his leather armor could be mended. He would find none of the above in the district that he emerged into, surrounded by wealthy shop owners selling trinkets and baubles and jewelry and fine clothes, all well out of his price range and not particularly of use to him anyway. A few questions would get him pointed to the West, and after a good bit of walking Pan would find himself entering a less opulent region of the city.
His first concern, someplace to pawn his extra weaponry, was solved soon as he found himself standing before a pawnbroke he'd been pointed to by a city guard. The Old Harper was a small squat building in between a pair of bustling taverns and on the same street as a modest bazaar, and though the windows were tinted the sign said that it was open. The door proved unlocked, and as he strode inside Pan would find himself in a room filled with numerous shelves and display cases showing all manner of objects both normal and unusual. Across from the door was a table with someone bent over it, and it didn't take terribly long for Pan to figure out that it was a woman.
Very tight black shorts made out of some sheer fabric clung to a finely sculpted backside, displaying the curves of the woman bending over the table in exquisite detail. A bright blue top was a bit baggier, but he could still spy a bit of curve around her chest as it rested against the table. Black socks stretched up to their knees, vanishing into a pair of light brown boots. A feline tail with closely cropped pinkish-white fur rose from the woman's lower back, curled towards the tip and making a waving circle in the air, and from the top of her head stuck two similarly colored feline ears that were twitching as she seemed to be looking at something through a set of lenses attached to a strange contraption. Hair the same color as her fur hung down over her face in long locks that curled lightly, hiding her face, and she seemed not to have noticed Pan's entrance initially.
Pan went up to the counter. He considered changing his form as he did so but decided against it. He actually had very little information on the catpeople. They weren't very common at the whorehouse and Pan hadn't been able to gather any information about them. He didn't even know their favorite position or if their tails were sensitive! Maybe this one could change that. He smiled and knocked on the counter as he thought of something. Bonus points! He could find out if a race with exceptional olfactory capabilities were affected more by his sexy smell! "Ho there maiden! Mine name is Pan. May I enquire upon yours? I wish to parley these goods for capital." He held up the bag full of the loot.
Pan: HP = 65, PP = 68, EP = 111, Status = Fine, 24/30 TP
The woman wheeled her head to look at Pan, feline ears flicking, but then she smiled after a moment and straightened, pulling away from a small model ship she'd been working on as she stood and also denying him the view of her shapely rear. "Oh, hello! A pleasure to meet you, I'm Allise, how can I help you today?" she responded with a curtsy, her eyes shifting to the bag of weapons he held only after completing her introduction. She walked over to a counter and drew out a lockbox, but didn't open it, and as she set her hands on the edge of the counter he would notice the small gold band on the ring finger of her right hand, the only piece of jewelry she seemed to be wearing.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Allise! I recently found a group of scoundrels worrying a family and took it upon myself to teach them a lesson in manners. Their retort was somewhat violent but I prevailed. In thanks they gave me some goods which I wish to sell!" He smiled brightly and made it obvious when looked at the ring. "Oh, are you perhaps not a Miss and instead are a Missus?"
Pan: HP = 65, PP = 68, EP = 111, Status = Fine, 24/30 TP
"Oh, really?" Allise replied, interest growing. She leaned forward as Pan drew closer, her tail swaying playfully behind her and a bit of cleavage becoming visible. "So you're an adventurer? A warrior?" she continued, planting a hand on her chin and leaning forward over the counter a little more. Getting close, Pan's scent hitting the woman would have a visible effect on her, a deep breath into her nose bringing his pheromones into her system. Her nose began to twitch as she started breathing in deep, and her ears soon began to do the same while her tail started a slow swaying motion, its tip curled distinctly.
Her pupils began to dilate as she looked up at him, but even with a tiny bit of a purr added her voice was steady as she motioned to her ring. "Oh, yes! Just a few weeks ago, actually!" she explained, beaming. "We're finally just settling in, this is my first job since getting into the city, and we're finally starting to look at starting a family~" Her voice was growing huskier, but she was clearly quite enamored with whoever she had wed given the affection overriding the arousal that his presence was bringing up.
She straightened suddenly, stretching her arms up over her head, and pretended to not realize that the tips of her breasts were hard and poking though the fabric of her blouse. "So! Show me what you've got!" she said, waiting for him to put out what he intended to sell.
Pan didn't have much knowledge of true affection. He had no idea it would have any effect. And so he was truly surprised when she seemed to resist a little. But love wouldn't win out in the end. And she was looking to start a family anyway. And he knew he could bear her a child. But was it right to do th-
Pan blinked. Where had that one come from? While he had this inner monologue, he continued to talk to Allise and let his musk saturate her. "I am indeed a warrior, though not a simple one. I clad myself in my own spirit and use weapons forged of my own soul. But a family, you say? Your husband must be very pleased." He brought out the gear he had stol- liberated, not bothering to hurry. The swords and the bows were the items he had brought with him. He had reasoned that the armor was too heavy and had been too damaged in the fight.
