Re: Scenario - Day Two
Keeping to the shadows, Greg looked at Curin. She couldn't speak for a moment as he put his hand on her shoulders. Even through her chain shirt, the hand felt strong and reassuring.
Damn it! Stop that! What is it about being a girl that makes me want to get hugged all the time, especially by a strong man?
But, no, Greg realized, it wasn't something inherrently female that was making her need physical reassurance.
It was GREG, who wanted it.
He OR She, Greg was a Liberal Arts Major, working in a Comic Book store, who was now fighting for her lift and the lives of her friends against insane cultists who were poised to take over GREG'S world!
Greg was more terrified that she'd ever been, and was desparate for support, reassurance, and any comfort she could get. Greg would have needed that comfort as a man, but it was just more acceptable to her to seek it as a woman.
Wait! Am I a......male chauvinist PIG!?!
It was a VERY awkward epiphany. Greg had ALWAYS been for women's rights and had never treated any woman as less then a complete equal, and yet...... the cleric found that it was perfectly natural for a "women" to want to hug and be comforted, but not a man.
Holy Crap, am I screwed up.
Well, perhaps not THAT badly, she reasoned. That line of thinking, especially in the farm country that Greg had hailed from, was the normal school of thought. "Girls cry, Boys walk it off".
Perhaps Greg was just taking advantage of the fact that, for once, she wouldn't be looked down upon (at least not TOO badly) for not "walking it off".
She shook her head. There was plenty of time for "self-therapy" if they survived until tomorrow. Now was the time for action. Greg looked at Curin.
Ok, Curin, I'll tell you, if you really want to know. I'm not sure if I can trust you, but I'll have faith in you. Perhaps the Dweller on the Horizon sent you to us, after all.
She smiled her dazzling elven smile, then took a deep "it's a long story" breath. It made her generous bosom strain at her armor, but she was oblivious to it.
It's like this, see......We sort of "stumbled" onto the local Nymuriel cult headquarters, beneath an abandoned tower on the edge of town.
Our princess was kidnapped and the Nymuriel people may have her.
They DO have another very good friend of ours, Fharlanghn told me as much.
We were investigating what we thought were ruins when the cultists attacked us, unprovoked, and their leader, some sorceress, showed us our Princess as her prisoner. We rescued the princess, but later it was revealed that she was Ula, disguised by illusion to LOOK like our princess. But, not that we've crossed them, they'll be after us, despite our failure.
There was MUCH more to the story, especially regarding Nymuriel's interest in them, but that part would only confuse Curin. Hell, the part Greg HAD told was convoluted enough.