Traveler From the South

Story by Euplonka

Thanks to foulu21 for requesting a tuar story to get me started. I am actually liking the way this is going, and currently have time to write it.

I polished up the first part, so enjoy it if you have not read it yet. I like the weirder stuff, so multiples of ... just about everything ... is what you can expect.

Just an FYI, I am trying my damnedest to keep some amount of eroticism. But you can't Fuck your way out of every situation.

Oh yeah before I forget...

I live off your comments.

-If they are nice I will write more.

-If they are mean I will write more to prove you wrong.

-If you don't comment I have no reason to keep writing.

Traveler From the South – chapter 1

Scorching heat burned down on the streets of Asban. A small village and the only stopping place for 300 mile stretch between the eastern city of Candor and the western city of Vigora. The village used to be larger, but since the near destruction of Vigora, there was less reason to make the harsh journey. Because Asban had no natural water source, it completely depended on water shipments from Candor's rainy mountains. Today was such a shipment, and with it came trade. Meaning the Inn, Restaurant, and Blacksmith were going to get new people to sell their wares.

On any other day, the traveler from the south would have been spotted, and for good reason. In years past the people of the south were shunned from these communities. They were known as warmongers, people that would kill you at a moment’s notice, and had the skills to back it up.

The traveler walked at a decent pace, shaded from the harsh sun by a full head helmet. A flowing cloak and baggy shirt and pants protected the rest of traveler from the heat. The lonely traveler arrived in Asban to a street busy with people.

The caravan of water was 16 wagons long, much longer than the town. Because the caravan had many more people that the town could support, there was a forest of tents springing up.

The traveler was starkly out of place, but nobody cared. The caravan was grateful for a rest, and the citizens were busy with trade. In the center of the street was the Inn, which was clearly distinguished as the largest building and one of the busiest.

The traveler entered the swinging doors of the Inn to a large hall with a bar in the back and full tables. Only one seat left in the center of the bar, which the traveler took, squeezing between 2 burly men from the caravan. The 2 men were obviously descendants of beast, having very hairy features, tails, and a "unique" scent.

Once in the seat, the traveler removed the helmet revealing long brown hair that reached the shoulders as well as distinctly feminine features. Her eyes were covered still by metallic tinted goggles that had been blasted by sand through the many ages they had been around. Her full lips moved to speak.

"Sulan, soomrose furan ", came from the traveler once she had the attention of the man behind the bar.

The large man already on his way now wore a confused expression. He slinked on the bottom half of his body, which extended in a dark fleshy tube behind him about 20 feet. "What was that stranger?" Spoke the barkeep, leaning on the bar with his left arm.

"I ... take ... sleep?” struggled the traveler.

"We have no rooms for you. We’ve plenty of drink for you here", stated the barkeep pointing the bottles behind him.

"I take," spoke the traveler holding up one finger, and pointing to a bottle of clear liquid.

The barkeep grabbed the bottle, and a glass.

"No", spoke the traveler, and pointed at the glass.

"Okay, okay. That's 20 dollars," stated the barkeep holding the bottle in one hand and extending an empty palm to the traveler.

The traveler reached into a pouch attached to her waist. The clinking of metal could be heard by those around her as she removed 2 short bars of shiny material. The 2 gold bars half an inch wide and 2 inches long were placed on the counter. The barkeep greedily took the gold and placed the bottle on the bar.

"Where ... I take sleep?” asked the traveler.

It took the barkeep a moment to remove himself from examining the gold bars. The barkeep said, "down the street on the left", as he pointed to the right of the inn.

The traveler collapsed her helmet into half its size and attached it to a hook on her belt. With her bottle open, she left the bar of the inn and began to drink as she looked for the other inn along the street. At first the liquid caused a sour look on her face, but soon enough was d

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