The thick, wooden gates of Gel’Quinas slam shut behind Gwyn with a loud crash. With a happy grin, Gwyn takes in a deep breath of air, the first free breath she’s taken in her life.
“Begone half-breed, you are no longer welcome here.” One of the two guards behind her gruffly orders, her voice slightly ringing behind the metal visor of her helmet. Gwyn turns around to look the woman in the eyes, but can’t see them through the small visor of the helmet.
“Later, assholes.” Gwyn eloquently replies while flipping the bird. The two gate guards grumble in annoyance, but make no move to retaliate. With a giggle, she turns back around to face the wide-open world at her fingertips. With nowhere to go but forward, she starts down the path. As she walks down the cobblestone road, she is already enthralled by the open lands around her, this being the first time outside the city walls. Already, her undies begin to peek out the back of her pants, greeting the new world with their cutesy teddy bear prints. However, as a few minutes pass, her panties have already ridden up a several inches above the waistband of her pants from all sides, earning a few giggles from those she passes by on the road.
Finally, she reaches a crossroad. She looks up at the sign of the place, weighing her options.
1: “Hmm, If I go north and keep going that way, I’ll be on my way to Barnacle-Water, the biggest pirate haven on the continent. Sounds fun.” Gwyn muses to herself as she turns up the road.
2: “Huh to the west is Xandara. I’ve heard of that place from gossip, they have this odd strict undies-only policy. Seems interesting enough.” Gwyn convinces herself as she walks toward the wedgie kingdom.
3: “If I go south, that takes me right to the Garden of Twilight. Gel’Quinas’ sworn enemy kingdom of dark elves. I’m sure a kingdom of exiles will take another one.” Gwyn nods her head as she makes her way to the land of edgy elves
4: “Well to the northwest, there is a small town called Corn. I wonder how they came up with that name.” Gwyn rolls her eyes as she walks the path the small farm town.
5: “Hmm, it’s getting late, it might be better to make camp for tonight. Maybe there will be a caravan to catch a ride with in the morning and just go where the wind blows.” Gwyn says to herself as she takes the bedroll out of her bag and lays it on the ground.
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1 x Bed roll
6 x Extra pairs of panties
6 x Health Potions
1 x Teddy bear “Mr. Whiskers
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