Do it at your own pace, s'allgood. I'm going to sleep now anyways. But first:
Legend of Tuls.
There are few older professions in the World of Twelve than that of the prostitute.
Theirs is a trade with its ups and downs, ins and outs. Always their customers come begging for more
This is a tale of Tuls, one of the greatest to ever roll in the hay.
No one knows when it first started but a few centuries before Ogrests Chaos a rumour begane to spread like wildfire.
They were about a dashing lover, a sultry mistress who traveld the lands ravishing people of all creeds and genders.
A beguiling individual who wore veils, gild and jewels. Their tantalized, titilized, and teased while draped in silk and musk, fur and perfume.
That no one seemed to agree on the mysterious Tuls' gender didn't bother anyone. Many would flock from miles around just to watch a dance, which some say could add 20 years to your life.
Tuls taught during those travels. Love, lust, passion. Suitors would duel in the streets only to berated and loved each in turn. Vixen would ply and entice and be ravished.
Couples would be taught how to communicate in the most primal of ways and the youth would be ushered into adulthood with grace and warmth.
But attracting forces come and go. Tuls never stayed in one place long.
Where their were monster causing horror and harm Tuls would slay them. Where there was war, peace was brokered (and many political marriages were held). Tuls made many follower along the way.