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EPISODE 36: Chipley

Universe Dao

Va'nirri Astrolos: Somewhere in Al'varre Realm

A golden veil of warm sunlight shone through an egg-shaped window, sprawled about the hardwood floor like delicious honey lazing on a buttermilk biscuit and presenting a new dawn against a sundry of skin tones that made up a heap of succulent flesh—elves; lots of elves—locked in soundless slumber. Two hands budded from the motley flesh pile like pillars of freckled mahogany kissed by the sunbeams, long fingers wiggling awake until the slivers of light cut through the elven mass of limbs and from its stock rose Ricven, licked by morning's light.

Releasing the mightiest of yawns, he peeled open his astral-sparked eyes and slowly; drowsily and lopped-sidedly smiled like an addict recovering from a hell of a hangover. He crawled out of the enormous bed of tits and ass, careful not to wake the sleeping lovelies, and was ten-toes-down on the bedchamber floor. Butt. Ass. Naked!

FRECKLE BOOTY!

His earrings started to pulse, he snubbed the importance of that chime as it pinged within that sluggish head of his whilst rubbing the sleep crust out his eyes with his knuckles. And after touching his lonely head like he lost something important, he turned to the mini-sea of women and found himself prying arms and legs about until he finally reached into the nudy depths, accidentally groping tits and who knew what else, and retrieved his father's goggles, reuniting them perfectly above his brow.

His earrings pinged again. He grinned. It's been a full two weeks since he and his companions crashed Sheolora's party and he knew that one of them—presumably Fae—would start looking for him. He better not waste any more time cutting a fool—and indulging himself in the elven milk and honey.

He knew how Fae could get. Worse if Klarissa threw her judgmental lips into it.

But before he finally decided to gear-up and leave his recuperating conquest to rest, he cast his warm gaze upon one of the darker elves and leaned down to gently whisk away her silky olive-green locs from her angelic face. A soft kiss on her maple high-cheek coaxed him to do a little extra, so he nipped at the tip of her charming dagger ear—which also tugged a tired little grin on her pipe-blowing lips then stir lightly in the cutest of sleep-induced whimpers.

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Gate Command

Cruxhaven: The Lost Nexus - Not Anymore; Obviously

"We were thinking of initiating the pirates of Oedimaar into The Multiverser League, but Ricven has yet to give the green on their capacities to handle outer-versal conflicts," said Cornelius. He was commanding The Heroes' Table console and inserted his custom gate-gear device into the table's omni-artifact slot. The slot lit up like a super-computer and rivulets of light passed through the tabletop's geometric grooves, pooling into the crystalline center node, then erupted in a beam of light showing off various data and images of Oedimaar, The Bearded Eel Gang, Khal'Maro—thanks to Ricven's shared data—and other points of interest. "The two in query: Redgar and Azuren Jack, are sibling captains of a ship called The Bearded Eel. It was attacked by Khal'Maro with Ricven present. They are a formidable crowd when synced. A strong asset if the brothers can set aside their indifference."

"Petty squabbles are common between siblings," said Aethenius.

Talking about petty squabbles must have been a coincidence, for far off in Gate Command's corner, a thundering surge boomed behind them, following an echo, then Deo fussing out Gremlyn for activating one of their latest weapons, The Septerblaster, whilst Deo was running its diagnostics at the table—almost frying his ass dead.