Leirbag's Staircase - Chp 1

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Halgarm opened his eyes, a sense of moist stickyness the first thing to intrude into his senses.

His cock was throbbing against his chest. The fusion looked down, and chuckled. He grabbed his member and gently started to stroke it. Memories from the last night's dream faded quickly as the merger pleasured himself. He closed his eyes and arched his back, his muscles clenching softly as he sprawled himself, toes stretching then curling over the makeshift bed.

"Hmhm...." Came a soft moan of delight.

Without much more parsimony, the half-orc climaxed adding much denser cream to the oils already pooled between his pecs.

His morning wood dealt with, Halgarm slowly got up and wiped himself before squeezing his bulk down into the ladder and into the bathroom. His pungent body odor was already reaching levels where he himself could barely ignore it, and so, in the same way he dealt with his morning libido, he got into the cold tub and washed himself as best as he could.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Halgarm readied some breakfast, tea, soft cheese, bread and dried meat. It took him a bit of effort to coordinate his new bulk inside the smaller kitchen, but with Garm still riding the high of his previous ejaculation, distractions were still to a minimum. The Halsing half of Halgarm focused on reviewing their mission.

"We're going to scout the bazaar today. See if we find someone familiar." He said to himself, absentmindendly munching on a slice of bread with ham on it. "Hopefully nobody will recognize Halsing in us."

Breakfast finished, Halgarm got some clothes out of Halsing's drawers. They were loose fitting clothes for the orc, so they would work for the fusion. The sash and baggy pants were well filled by the merger's muscular thighs, but still were enough to cover his legs compeltely. With a linen cloak covering his shoulders and his head and leaving his chest exposed the fusion was ready to step out and head to the Bazaar.

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Mere moments after leaving Halsing's house, and already the day was proving to be fantastic. For Halgarm, everything was a measure meant to be weighed between his human and orc halves. From the brilliant blue sky to the raucous noise of the townsfolk, he wondered how much was different or exactly the same. He could smell the scent of freshly baked bread, for example, past the earthen tones of dust being kicked up from the streets by passersby. 

Stepping out into the main thoroughfare of the busy street, it was easy to see over the heads of the mostly human crowds, so tall was the half-orc. His giant frame was enough reason for the sea of people to part and walk around him. More than once, he caught guards eyeing him - only for them to quickly look away or tuck in their chins as they shifted in place. One or two even blushed when Halgarm waved at them. Nice boys, no doubt fresh from training.

"E-excuse me," said one of them, flanking a stone archway. "This way leads to the Bizarre Bazaar. No weapons beyond this point."

"Assuming you have any!" said his partner, abruptly. "S-sorry, it's just standard procedure."

Halgarm felt a pang of lust. It was so easy to imagine those two wrapped around his dick, sucking, milking the juices out of his rod, bouncing on it while it stretches and fills their bodies to the brim and...

"I-I don't carry anything." He blurted, rolling his massive shoulders uncomfortably. He felt his cock twitch, straining the wrap he had woven around his midsection to keep it in place. Damn it, Garm.

The half-orc raised his arms, open palms towards the guards. He took the chance to sigh, trying to release some tension in his breathing.

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A mixture of instinct and muscle memory guided Halgarm as he moved. Almost second nature. Like a stage performer, he hid the anxiety in his body language, the strain in his voice, even the stiffness in his loins, behind a mask of laidback, chill demeanor.

He saw how the guards relaxed their grip on their spears, felt the tension in the air evaporating.

"Oh," said one of them, standing to attention. "Good! That's wonderful. Is, uh... is this your first time?"

Immediately, the other guard shot a glance at his partner.

"--To the Bazaar, that is!" he added.

"Uh...Not exactly." Halgarm hesitated.

"I'm just browsing today." He finished, looking over the guards. "I'm interested in arcane stuff. Looking to buy some exotic magic stuff, heh. Do you guys know of a shop I should visit for that?"

"Oh there're all kinds," he said. "An easy way to find the them is to look for the most expensive looking stalls, I'd reckon."

"Typical," said the other guard. "Most enchanted stuff costing an arm and a leg? Those who need them the most can't afford them, while those that can will never use them. Well, except as decorations or showpieces."

"There's a tavern just north-west of Bazaar's center called the Blue Mirror," continued the first. "They have a registry of all the shops and sellers active in the Bazaar. If you need to find someone or something specific, you could do worse than check it out for yourself."

At the mention of the Blue Mirror Halgarm beamed.

"Hmmm...That'd just be what we need!" Said the half-orc.

Halgarm suddenly felt more cheerful and by extension he relaxed his inhibitions. He leaned over the guards grabbing them by the shoulders affectionately. "You may have helped me a lot boys! Thank you."

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The two guards paused, blushing as they averted eye-contact.

"D-d-don't mention it," one of them mumbled, sharing a smile with his partner.

"Y-yeah! All in a day's work!"

Halgarm patted the pair one last time before making his way to the Tavern.

Halgarm felt a wry smirk cross his face as he lumbered past the two guards, casually scratched himself as he imagined them at the foot of his bed... then he remembered the treasured Grimoire of Irba in his possession. He'd need to wash his hands later.

...

The Bizarre Bazaar was sprawling. Towering over crowds so cramped together they almost seemed like a singular living creature, Halgarm alone could appreciate the collage of colors and sounds. Every open stall was a window into another world, its vendors a reflection of distant lands and myriad cultures. Exotic spices choked the air while spurred the culinary imagination.

However, not once did the Grimoire of Irba resonate or chime to Halgarm's magical scenes.

Eventually, the street opened out to a wide, open plaza, giving the giant half-orc much needed elbow room as he scanned his surroundings. Most of the vendors in the plaza kept to the walls of the surrounding buildings, with small groups of people dotting the open space. At last, he saw the Blue Mirror, just where the guards had said it'd be.

It was large by the standards of Prospero's taverns. With a hanging garden and fountain outside for patrons wanting to enjoy the weather. The sign over the door showed the titular blue mirror within an elaborate canvas made from wavy, interwoven blue vines. The smell of ale made Halgarm's mouth water as he approached, and to his astonishment, he was able to walk inside without having to duck or even crouch.

Inside, the place was packed with people - and not just humans. Halgarm could make out elves, kobolds, even a minotaur! All huddled over tables as they drank and talked with one another.

"Welcome!" called the barkeep, a man with a trimmed beard and raven black hair. "I'll be with you in just a moment! Find yourself a seat by the bar or near the hearth!"

Halgarm almost immediately drifted into a sense of familiarity, stemmed with all certainty from Garm's mind. To the orc, the world of taverns and social lubricants felt, for the lack of a better word, alien. To Garm, navigating the net of social interactions was second nature. The half orc almost felt a sense of relief, as he realized how useful being made of a man with brains and a man of social skill was.

The fusion perked up and walked confidently to the bar itself, snatching a stool sturdy enough for his own generous bulk.

Garm knew that in order to get the answers he wanted, he had to talk to the barkeep

"Get me a pint, love." He said with the most charming tone he could muster.

[Roll me Presence + Socialize with a +4 from Garm.]

( 8,2,5,5,10,2,9,7 and 3 )

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"Will do, sir!" mused the barkeep. It only took him a little while to get back to the half-orc, sliding a frothy pint in a chilled glass across the bar. "You look the thirsty sort," he said. "Consider this one on the house."

The fusion snatched the jug and gave it a couple of gulps, letting Garm's instincts take over, if only to spare Halsing's mind the trouble of rejecting the unrefined beverage.  After setting the jug down on the bar, Halgarm rolled his shoulders and let out a sound belch.

"Oh...Excuse me." He said, playfully acting sheepish.

He then waited for the Bartender to run past him to get his attention again.

"I'm looking for a magical item, I assume you're savy about what runs around here?"