Loc King, first met in Chapter 2, part of the Felis species and Lionus tribe.
Starting the week strong here is chapter 3 of "The Emissary of Veritas." Last week introduced Goody, Loc King, and Sir Wordplay here, and this week continues the story with them. Strong language and adult situations below.
Chesterfield stands behind the bar, mixing up something special when he hears the joyful laughter of his wife from upstairs. A small grin graces his face. “Seems she’s been able to have her fill of fun tonight after all,” he ponders to himself while pouring the mixture into the 3 various sized mugs before him. Being the head butler of Queen Chersei is a full time job in itself, but at least a few nights a week one can find Chesterfield behind the bar of “Goody’s Bits for Tips” helping his wife, Goody. “Goody’s” is a chain of “barthels” all across Onyx, with the main hub in the Capital Kingdom Lagina Atlas first established around 50 years ago. While each of the 100+ locations are tailored for the area and clientele they serve, the basic layout is generally the same. The first floor holds the main bar hall and lounge, where people can drink, eat, and have themselves a generally good night. This is also where others working as companions can be found either enjoying themselves or being enjoyed by the customers interested in their services. "Goody’s" is a place known for its open mindedness, regardless of race or form. Once a patron’s type is found and the business portion is settled, they are led to the second floor, for a more intimate atmosphere. There are over 20 rooms to choose from- all soundproof, fully stocked, and with private bathrooms. All surrounding a magically sealed sauna area, where the real fun happens.
The third floor is where the companions and other staff live, as well as Goody’s office space. This floor magically compressed, so while the outside keeps the shape of the building, it’s usually three to four times bigger on the inside. This allows staff members to have personally sized rooms with a bathroom and balcony. The floor also includes a staff-only complimentary bar, lounge area with kitchen, garden area, and swimming hole.
The rest of the floor is solely Goody’s office space and home; in truth, her space is more of a large floor penthouse in another establishment than an office. Its desk is positioned looking east towards the Atlas Ocean, which the capital is partially named after. Connected to the office is the master’s suite, and while it’s smaller than Queen Chersei’s room, isn’t that much smaller. The room is filled with fabrics, trinkets from around the world, and furniture that just screams “lay in me and never want to get up again!” With a bed that seems to be made big enough for the mountain giants. Connected to the room isn’t just a bathroom, but an entire bath house. Across the hall from this area is a lounge living area looking out towards the ocean with a shaded balcony . In the middle of this small housed size area itself, is a dining room and kitchen with an island bar/counter separating it. The other side of the area are two guest rooms across from each other and hallway leading to an outside patio with Goody's private magical garden, and exercise area. The whole area is in shades of blue, black, and white with most areas open in the style of Onyxian design and vaulted architecture. In fact, there was only two doors in the whole area, the one leading into the office space itself, and a simple all white door that can almost be missed in the master suite. Assumingly for storage and such.
“Even though as head of the house for Queen Chersei we are given our own quarters in the palace, it is nice to have a place to call our own. Rarely that I am actually there…” Chesterfield thinks solemnly, just as Goody comes downstairs with Loc King and Sir Wordplay behind her. She smiles and slightly nods as she sees her husband in his favorite area in the whole building...well second favorite. Chesterfield nods back, falling always in love with his wife's smile even though he knows part of her happiness is from the mischief she participated in earlier. “Better them than I…” he thinks only half seriously. While she clears the ceiling wall coming down the stairs with no issue, Loc has a moment of serious contortion to make sure his head doesn’t smash the wall. Standing almost 7 feet tall and broad shouldered packed with muscle. Covered head to toe in a light brown and dark fur that signifies his Lionus tribe coming from the southern regions, most Onyx doorways are too small for his frame. With the addition of his long mane of locs, dark beard, and hands that could palm any regular mans head Loc was an intimidating being too see, as truthfully most Lionus are to the other species. The fact personality wise Loc was the exact opposite of his appearance was usually a shock for most people. It was in fact how Loc and Goody and by association Chesterfield became friends over 5 years ago. Apparently even in work situations usually involving violence as a for hire bowman and tracker, Chesterfield has heard his personality doesn’t change much, outside of the focus needed to do whatever he is assigned to do. And do it very well is his reputation, hence Chesterfield making the decision to hire him for the task at hand. Well him and his...sigh….”partner”.
Sir Wordplay being the ghost that he is, simply floats through the ceiling directly behind Loc, almost as if being pulled to follow. Similar in appearance enough to Loc to clearly be family, Wordplay was a little broader with dark and grey fur, see through as he is. Wearing (can ghosts actually wear anything...isn’t it all just... them?) a simple long tunic and cloak, he looks like the appropriate image that a respected Ancestral Spirit would be. Then, of course, he talks. “So who do you want us to kill, or fuck, for 5,000 Onyxians? Can I, er I mean Loc receive like discounts at all your fine establishments? Can we OWN one of them? Did Chersei finally hear of our prowess and has deemed us to be her official concubines?!” At the disrespect given to his queen Chesterfield sharply looks at Wordplay and with a calm but stern voice says “Apologize.” Goody makes a face of oooh shit looking back and forth between the two. Loc meanwhile, sidesteps to sit at the bar making sure to be completely out of the path of the look Chesterfield is giving Wordplay. “Uh, heh...apologies to the Queen Chersei, Chesterfield. Of course, a thousand apologies. You know my mouth even in death is known to cause trouble.” “Trouble I seem to always have to deal with...” mutters Loc as he lifts the glass nearest to him towards his mouth. “No disrespect meant at all, just the sum your wife spoke of has my mind reeling from the possibilities.” Wordplay states as he moves his beard to show his bare neck, lifting his head up in the Felis gesture towards apology.
Recognizing the importance of the gesture, Chesterfield nods deeply “Accepted and honored. Yet, for me to be perfectly honest, there is truth in Queen Chersei interested in retaining your services.” Loc jerks, spilling some of his drink upon his beard. “Cat’s paw elf! Chesterfield are you serious?! I knew the work would be for a serious backer, but the Queen! She knows about us!?” Chesterfield shakes his head firmly, “Oh absolutely not my guy. No, no , no, no, no. The Queen Chersei has no idea of your two’s existence, let alone your work reputation. I am tasked by her behalf to find suitable help for a situation, and entrusted with her sovereignty to make decisions on her absentia.” Loc looks from out the mouth of his mug, one of his eyebrows piqued up. “So you are voice, and ears on all decisions for this task, is that it? The Queen Chersei minus Chersei...Interesting.” “I see the focus towards a task others speak of. Definitely deeper than the stream seems to be.” Chesterfield thinks nodding approvingly of Loc’s quick understanding. “As such, gentleman. With that I offer you two said job. Understand two things. I will give you information as I seem fit to give you. That does not mean all the information, and even if you complete said task you may never know. Secondly, once you accept you are tied to this task, and only this task. You will either complete it, or you will die trying. There is no other options.” he places his hands, palm down, on the bar and looks at both Loc and Wordplay earnestly “That-that type of deal seems a tad more expensive than even 5,000 Onyxians. Each.” Sir Wordplay states while giving his great-great-great nephew a look of slight trepidation. Chesterfield bows his head deeply “My deepest apologies for the misunderstanding. The 5,000 Onyxians is just for accepting the job. Each day you work after you will have all expenses in the path of completion paid for by the crown. While earning 50 Onyxian coins on top a day.” he looks at Wordplay than Loc quickly “Each.” Wordplay starts smiling a toothy grin as his eyes start turning the brightest shade of green. “And yes Sir Wordplay, if you wish at the end, you could own one of “Goody’s Bits for Tips”. If you wish to ac-” “WE’LL TAKE IT!” Loc King says excitedly while grabbing Chesterfield’s hand and shaking it firmly. Chesterfield glances over at Goody, as he notices her trying her best to keep her demeanor civil. “The mischief demon is wanting to rear its head again it seems.” He thinks, with a small smirk showing up on his lips itself. “I’m glad you have accepted the job so eagerly. It soothes me to see such eagerness towards completing one’s future work. With this part behind us now, let us actually get to the task at hand, shall we?”
Waiting for all the men with locs to claim Lionus status after this lol.
Goody Winthrop, owner of "Goody's Bits for Tips".
Hey guys welcome to this week's continuation of "The Emissary of Veritas" ! Thanks so much for the positive love so far, and hope you enjoy chapter two! You can check part 1 here, starring the introduction of Queen Chersei and Chesterfield, the husband of Goody pictured above. Strong language and adult situations below.
Goody Winthrop stares down at the masses of bodies, sprawled around the room and along a bed not big enough to fit them all, and wonders how exactly should she handle this situation. As the Owner and Madame of the many brothels and bars (“barthels” for short) called “Goody’s Bits for Tips,” she is not unaccustomed to seeing certain things. But this? Well this is definitely a Top 5 moment. The center of the storm, so to speak, was a massive and very tall Lionus in deep slumber and snoring loudly. Lionus are a tribe and part of the feline-like people, known as Felis. They come in different shapes and sizes, similar to their smaller domesticated cousins. They, especially the males, are known to be the biggest of their people with long manes they tend to loc up and beards just as long. This particular one had his mane of locs and beard apparently occupied with the feet, or is it the hands, of the several species of women sleeping on top of him. One human woman seemed to have nestled in between the top of his mane and the headboard, like a little mouse. Her foot crossed over his chest and on top of the Onyxian curled deeply into his right shoulder. The Onyxian woman’s arm draped across his chest interlocking with another woman who twinned her position on the other side. Their positioning was actually quite ironic being that the two women were actually twins. Lastly, for the bed portion anyway, laid two dwarven women hugging each other and sleeping soundly. They found themselves occupying the space between the long legs of the same Lionus. Around the room in chairs, on the floor or even floating laid other women. Separate, together, of all shapes and types, using covers, clothes, books or whatever else to cover themselves as they slept. All of them naked, of course. “Bits and tips. This is a masterpiece of hedonism if I’ve ever seen one.” Goody thinks to herself. “I almost feel ashamed for waking him up, but I also can’t wait to see the look on his face when I do!” Deciding if it’s worth it to get the picture apparatus her husband built for her as a gift, she decides against it and will just savor this moment in her personal petty bank.
“AHEM!” as she clears her throat loudly. Not a body stirs. “Excuuuse me, heathen and heathenettes? Yoohoooo!” Someone stirs in the puddle of sin and lust but still no one awakens. Now annoyed by her polite approach of waking them up being ignored, Goody grins devilishly. Closing her eyes for a moment, she raises the pointer and middle finger of her left hand pointing them towards the ceiling. Maintaining this gesture, she spins them in a circular motion once and smirks. A second later, a large portal seemingly opens up over the bed and water from the warm bath she had prepared for herself earlier splashes over the bodies before closing. The Lionus, shocked awake from the water jumps up flinging the women on, over, and under him across the rooms, proceeding to hit his head on the roof above. “FUCK!” he yells as he lands back down in the bed rubbing the top of his head, naked, wet and confused as hell. He looks at the culprit of his personal hell, as the others in the room awaken themselves due to the chaos of the last few seconds. “So Loc, will that be coin or credit for your night’s adventure?” Goody says matter of factly. As she tries to not let a cheshire-like grin cross her face, she performs a quick hand spell that evaporates the water in the room before it does more damage than humor to her place of business. “What the hell do you me-!” Loc growls out before he realizes the complete scenery of naked sprawled bodies, moaning and shuffling as they all tried to get up. He then realizes he is not in the original room he is renting from Goody this week and, more apparently, that he is as naked as one covered in light fur can be. Quickly realizing the angle of his dangle is front and center of the proprietor of this fine establishment he resides in, Loc reaches for the pillow next to him and covers himself sheepishly. “Bits and tips, I should have gotten the device just for this alone!” Goody thinks as she tries to control the laughter inside her. “Just a few more minutes girl, just hold it in for a few more minutes.”
“This is NOT what it looks like Goody!” Loc King pronounces with one hand in front of him like he’s waving someone to stop. The other hand palms the pillow that keeps him modest. “Oh really?” Goody questions with a smirk. “Yes, not at all!” Goody proceeds to look at her two Onyxian twins as they help themselves out of the tangle of bodies they landed in as a result of Loc’s reenactment of the storm summer of 5 years past. “Lotus? Lavender? Is this what I possibly could think it is?” The twins look at their Madame and nod in unison. Lavender, or is it Lotus, then says, “Oh yes Ma’am. It’s definitely what you think it is...and has been for half the night if the dawn breaking is any indicator.” Loc, with this statement, sighs and simply hangs his head down in defeat, losing the battle before it even started. “Oooh kitty, don’t be upset. We enjoyed every moment of it immensely. It was the most fun we had in ages especially since we’re getting paid for it too!” innocently said to Loc by Lotus, or is it Lavender, as they both kiss his cheek. The twins pick up their clothes and almost on cue like the rest of the girls, quietly and quickly exit the room letting their boss and favorite new customer have some privacy.
“So.” Goody says while using her fingers to do the math “I counted a baker’s dozen of my girls. Five of them my top earners. For at least 3 hours in the Soldier’s Suite. With no protection from what I saw.” “Wait, a min-!” “Hush now darling, I am doing the math in my head. So like I was saying, with no protection, which as company policy states, I have to whip up a spell to do a blanket cure all, just in case. I’m sure you’re clean Loc. I trust you, but you know...company policy. What else? OH! How could I forget, the twins! Both of them together doubles their individual and group pay. We don’t kink shame here, but quality services, deserve quality prices! If we add it to the tab you left with me earlier tonight at the bar and the warm prepared bath you just to-” “YOU SOAKED ME!” Locs shouts incredulously. “Yes, pretty kitty, and with it being a spelled bath that once you are fully soaked in all ailments, dirt and sores from the day are removed, so you’re very welcome for that by the way. That leaves your total at….1,847 Onxyian coins. Whatever equivalent you have on your person in foreign coin we accept as well. We are a certified currency exchange for all major denominations around the world with just a small 5% fee.”
Goody looks at Loc with a smile on her face as she sees the number hit the Lionus like a siege battering ram against a flimsy door made of kindling wood. Loc becomes deathly silent, while his muscled furry chest starts rising as he breathes in and out as if hyperventilating. “Here it coooommmesss…” Goody mischievously thinks to herself, cupping her hands against her ears right in time. “WOOOOOORDPLAAAAAAYYYY!” Loc angrily roars, the look on his face making Goody glad it wasn’t herself his current mood was for. Lionus’ roars, when just used for communication between themselves, can be heard for miles easily on a quiet night. When a Lionus, like Loc King, roars out of anger for those not prepared, it’s a shockwave of primal force that has been known to turn the tide of battles more than once. “Welp, there’s definitely going to be some very pissed off people this morning. Thank the Dark Divine I am friends with Chersei or I could actually be in trouble here.” Goody muses to herself, right before a spectral figure seems to float from outside the second floor window into the room.
“Funny for you to call me, since I was just on my way back with the night being over” the ghost says nonchalantly. “Morning Goody, looking as lovely as ever.” “Morning Sir Wordplay, I would say you look almost alive...considering. Had a good night out I assume?” Seeing the wolfish grin on Sir Wordplay’s face at her observation, Goody coughs in her hand to hide the laughter coming forth. Meanwhile, Loc stares Wordplay down and yells “CAT’S PAW, YOU DID IT AGAIN YOU SELFISH BASTARD, DIDN’T YOU!? YOU WAITED UNTIL I PASSED OUT AND USED ME AS YOUR FUCKSUIT AGAIN! WHAT KIND OF ANCESTRAL SPIRIT DOES THIS TO THEIR DESCENDANT?” In a scary whisper, almost to himself, Loc continues “Do you have any idea how much you cost me tonight…? ONE THOUSAND, EIGHT HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN ONYXIAN COINS!! WHERE THE FUCK IN LIONUS BLOOD AM I GONNA GET THAT MUCH COIN?!” Goody, realizing Loc is likely to roar again, places a quick sound barrier spell around the room and magically floats a pillow towards Loc. He catches it in mid air and just pushes it against his face letting it block the roar he lets out. After 30 seconds, the roaring subsides and Goody hears a slight muttering covered by the pillow “ 1,847...1,847...1,847...I’m just gonna have to sell my body...”
At this Goody finally loses it and starts laughing as if all the laughter in the world is being funneled through her. As tears roll down her eyes, she quickly leans against the wall before she falls backward from laughter. Wordplay and Loc look at each other, then nervously at her. “Uh...Goody? Are you ok? “ Loc says with a level of concern and sweetness in his voice that Goody cherishes him and this whole night more for it. “Yes, my dear, this laughter makes me feel either you have lost your mind or maybe there’s a joke we are not fully aware of?” Wordplay asks quizzically. Goody, through the laughter, works on catching her breath amid the tears, finally able to compose herself after a minute or two. “Bits and tips I enjoy you two so damn much. You are never a disappointment in entertainment when this happens and it never gets old!” As she wipes the final tear from her left eye, she chuckles “Don’t ever change you two.” Loc realizing finally the turn of events this night, while mostly Wordplay’s fault, had a hint of the Kingdom’s renown mischievous and playful nature of Goody Winthrop, says hopefully “So you knew about this? This was all one of your jokes right?” Goody barks out a laugh almost as loud as before and just shakes her head “Oh fuck no, you definitely owe me my money. Luckily though, Chesterfield is downstairs waiting for you two with a job. From my understanding, if you accept it he’ll cover the costs of the night….and pay you 5,000 Onyxian coins extra. Each.” At the sound of “each,” Loc and Wordplay finally look like the family they are, with eyes as big as saucers with shock. “Best night ever!” Wordplay says with a huge smile gracing his face.
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I like to consider myself an artist. Or a creative person, when self-identifying as an artist seems to bourgeois. Yet honestly, between my work, volunteering, traveling, and this NJL life, I wasn't getting to create enough. It's why while working in Asia I was doing a lot of baking and creating recipes from scratch. Or taking more pictures, as ways to engage even a little bit my need to create.
Luckily enough in October I was able to do the #Inktober2018 challenge, where every day I had to draw something. For 31 days I was given a theme and drew something from that. I really loved it, and I don't want to stop creating so I decided to do another challenge for November. This time it wasn't a drawing challenge, but a writing one. Specifically to write a novel or 50,000 word equivalent. That's when the idea of "The Emissary of Veritas" came along.
Sir Chesterfield Winthrop the 3rd. A character in the story "The Emissary of Veritas"
For the next month and maybe longer if there's real interest for it, I will share a chapter or two of 'The Emissary of Veritas". It isn't going to be perfectly edited, but shout out to the few who do help do some light editing and insights. The characters and story are one's I have been wanting to bring to life for a while, intertwined with the NJL itself. From main characters, inside jokes, or even story beats, there's a bit of the League everywhere in this story. Hopefully I am able to write a novel in the next month, but if not at least enjoy this story from a humble heart. Strong language and adult situations below.
Emissary of Veritas