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[3.5] The Coming of Memory - IC

{table=head]Player|Character Sheet|Race + Class tonberryking|Hole|Centaur Bard Invalids|Alias What|Wolf-totem barbarian/War blade Sinfonia|Kevin Deal|War forged Crusader Cute and Evil|Korean Year|Elf Generalist wizard Nazi_Calls|Kerala Earth|Lesser Draw Cleric Terminus| Pallor 'Ruin' Bunin|Human Paladin [/table] IOC LINKOOCSpoiler Hide For the time being, while you are split up in the different realms, so please only respond to the realm you are in. OerthSpoiler Hide The ad you saw posted on the job board in the Inn looked simple enough; just simply guide a caravan to its appointed destination, and then come back to the Church of Below for payment. Simple. Just follow it on the Trade Route, maybe learn how to play an instrument during the travel, come back on a provided horse, and maybe ward off Bandits or Warders that tried to take the Cargo. Easy. You enter the building belonging to the authorities of Basilar, which in these times have had less and fewer Guards circulating. The War having taken most of the Men and Women to serve to protect the countryside against the leaving the office a bit... bare. As you step inside, you are greeted by the sight of a Goliath polishing a suit of scale mail from its stand. He nods for you to sit down in the seats in front of his desk, as he starts to put his polishing materials away. "You here for something?" EberronSpoiler Hide The City of Towers, Share, is home to many problems; one of them being commerce. Getting in and out of towns, safely, with your goods intact and all together; almost impossible. Anyone could benefit from a several unit of wheat, or orders of iron or demands of copper. And almost anyone could steal it, given enough motivation. Which is why the Church of Below asked for help delivering goods to across the countryside. You already went out with the goods, and are now returning to receive your payment. Currently, you are riding in a transport ship back to the church, to meet up with Reverend Marcus Gray stone, the Cleric of the Church, to get your due. FaerunSpoiler Hide Cal import. What did you do to end up here? While Sultan Veteran runs the city as a figurehead, everyone who is anyone knows that the Crime Guilds of the city run it, in and out. Which makes sense that the Church of Below would ask for help for delivering food and medicine to Demon, which is under heavy attack from Raiders and Thieves, most likely coming from the Ruins of the First Kingdom, Curative Test Mir. You find yourself standing outside the Church's doors, talking with one Reverend Marcus Gray stone, who is talking you through what is asked of you. He is a tall man, with a gentle smile, with large wrinkles lines covering his face from his growing age. "... but yes, that is what is asked, my friends. We don't know what is going on with Demon, only that they need our help. And what is harming them may harm what we are sending to them, so we need help defending it. As it stands, I don't wish harm on anyone, but... I know how the world turns. Does this sound fair, to you?" Originally Posted by Carded Fern Spoiler Hide Cal import. What did you do to end up here? While Sultan Veteran runs the city as a figurehead, everyone who is anyone knows that the Crime Guilds of the city run it, in and out. Which makes sense that the Church of Below would ask for help for delivering food and medicine to Demon, which is under heavy attack from Raiders and Thieves, most likely coming from the Ruins of the First Kingdom, Curative Test Mir. You find yourself standing outside the Church's doors, talking with one Reverend Marcus Gray stone, who is talking you through what is asked of you. He is a tall man, with a gentle smile, with large wrinkles lines covering his face from his growing age. "... but yes, that is what is asked, my friends. We don't know what is going on with Demon, only that they need our help. And what is harming them may harm what we are sending to them, so we need help defending it. As it stands, I don't wish harm on anyone, but... I know how the world turns. Does this sound fair, to you?" Spoiler Hide Alias is bouncing around eager to get the talking over with a start with the doing, "Ok, ok, ok. I get it take stuff to place, got it. Try not to hurt people.......ummmmmmmmm ok I can do that, maybe. sowhendoweleaveImreadytogogogo." quick IOC: do we need to hide the different realm discussions in spoilers? Or can I forgo that from now on? [Perth]A somewhat thin woman wrapped in what would appear to be nontraditional massive garments looked up to the Goliath with a pleasant smile. Master Yogi had often mentioned that a good smile can open many doors. He would then say that the ones who needed dental work were probably better off keeping a set of lock picks, but his meaning got through. Besides, Ruin was a pleasant person, or so she tried to be at least." Yes sir."she said in a voice that was reminiscent of a gentle wind although just slightly raw, a trait that used to be much worse over six years ago. Nearly constant coughing fits tended to do that." I am here to inquire as to the written request for aid in escorting a caravan. I am an able fighter as well as being versed in the healing Arts."she supplied, giving the officer a small summary of her abilities. She also did her best to keep her nose from wrinkling at the smell of metal polish. She used it herself often enough but usually when she was outside. In an enclosed area such as this, the smell had little place to go.((IOC: Is there a massive temple in the area? Just had a thought of what to do later on if the opportunity arises.)) [Perth]A bit of a ruckus kicks up behind the paladin, specifically outside, and it sounds like someone's trying to move a stubborn horse or ponyinsideand for a brief moment there's even a short shrill exclamation of something in Sylvan against the yapping of some damn dog. The clipping of hooves across the floor is enough to turn heads, and there entering the building is a young centaur girl. She's barely a teenager, not large enough to be counted as adult, but she seems strong and able enough to carry her weapons and chain hauberk like a pro, so it does beg the question if this is a joke or the filly's insane. She stumbles up around obstacles next to the paladin, still muttering in elvish, as a steel harmonica swings back and forth on a steal chain round her neck as she sways to keep balance.{Even in the streets! Crowded and smelly, and they even let the dogs run free! Mon died...--Ah!"she looks over towards the Goliath.{"Hello, sire, I was hoping to inquire about the caravan guide. Rest assured I have good experience despite my youth and exuberance. I would ...ah... oh dear."--}Looking embarrassed, she taps her fingers, remembering her common." Ah. I mean, I'm.here... for the...job?" [Fern]The dwarf's excitement is in sharp contrast with a different job applicant. This elf seems to be clad in unassuming robes, which goes very well with an accompanying unassuming look; brown, green and other naturalistic colors make up the bulk of the clothes' prints, and he wears his brown shoulder-length hair back, covered by a moss-green hood that doesn't conceal his face. His eyes are of an identical color of that of the sky, and his face is stern, though not unfriendly. Koehvan is not so much less excited as the dwarf, because it would be his first real adventure since leaving on his master's command to explore the world, making this his first chance to do so. He's just less open about it, as he realizes he's not familiar with these people enough to fully trust them." Fair enough, I do wonder when we start though." Makes for all the words that come out of him. And as if the even blood wasn't clear in his looks, it is clear in his accent, though perfectly understandable, the common he speaks has a fluid quality to it similar to the even tongue, making it clear he's not a native speaker. [Emerson]Spoiler Hide Kevin looks out over the railing of the ship and reflects on a job completed. This one had struck him with particular interest in completing, as it was a similar situation that had cost him his brother almost a year before. He knew that it meant a lot for people to have their livelihoods remain uninterrupted by disruptions in the transport of supplies. He'd even gotten a chance to spend a little time in the forge to which he'd delivered a load of iron. Furthermore, he had reveled in the chance to resume, however briefly, a task that reminded him of home. Despite his satisfaction with the job done, he was less than thrilled with being directly employed by Below's church. Either way, he would carry out good works, making things safe for regular people, no matter whose payroll he may be listed on. Kevin silently waits for the transport to arrive at its destination, and takes this stretch of downtime to contemplate what the future would hold. Kerala notes mentally to himself that humans talk in circles even more than draw do, and is annoyed at how unjustified it is in their cases. He glares at the dwarf, ponders the teachings of his god that say that Dwarves are to be avoided and destroyed, and sees the truth and wisdom behind them. Such an overeager man would surely soon get himself killed. Small matter. Kerala would survive, undoubtedly, due to his superior intellect and self-control, and the mission would look good to the surface elves, especially with Korean to back him up. Perfect. The Masked Lord would be pleased." Works for me," he says simply. OerthSpoiler Hide He looks at the two of you with steady regard. "{You sure about that, kid? I know Centaurs are on the strong side, but I don't even know if you could take on this job.}" He says, without pause or indecision of his words. He looks at the other woman, a warrior, and laughs. "Combat? Healing arts? I take it you're a Paladin. And from your appearance? Not from around here." It's not a full laugh, closer to a chuckle, but you can still see the amusement on his hard features. "Regardless, it's a light job. Even for someone {such as yourself, kid}, and you, Paladin." He pulls out a drawer, and takes out a small medallion, in the shape of a sun. Its metal, and yellow, with a large circle painted on it in green. "Just take this to the temple, and the Reverend there will explain everything." [[For If You Two Move This Along Faster Than Expected]] Spoiler Hide The Chapel is nothing of special note; it stands next to the Per dido Street Station, which all major roads end up going to. It makes sense, since most people will see the church as they come out of the tall, almost oddly shaped, tower. Between its many, many paths and roads splitting from it, along with its numerous windows as you go up, any on-lookers would get dizzy just trying to think how such a structure was conceived. But the Temple itself stands tall and humble, with some followers standing outside, trying to call people in for the sermon that is in session. You can see an Ad on the Temple's Doors asking for help with moving supplies. And to see Reverend Marcus Gray stone about it inside. EberronSpoiler Hide The ship pulls to the side of one of the towers in the lower wards. Rain is pouring down, and in the distance you can hear thunder. As you step off the ship, you can see the Chapel Entrance a light walk away. Overlooking its doors, is a large sun with a face in the middle. You can see people in a line getting inside the temple, most likely for today's sermon. FaerunSpoiler Hide The Reverend nods and smiles at your responses. "Start? Well, soon, of course. But, I must give today's sermon soon. Perhaps you would join us today? We are always ready to take in new followers." He bows. "I am sorry to delay you, and I promise that as soon as it is done, I will send you on your way." He backs away slowly, waving his hands as if he was attempting to calm you down, and steps inside the chapel, closing the doors behind him. As you look around yourselves, you realize that as you were talking, people were slowly making their way up the stone steps into the temple. Spoiler Hide To everyone: Keep IOC in a Spoiler. Along with Combat rolls. Please note what realm you are in when you are separated with Brackets at the top of you post. Please post all else outside a Spoiler. [Fern]Moran be praised, I'm going to services. As the dwarf mingles his way inside taking in all in awestruck reverence before a deity known to be friendly with all-father. To the others'all coming, ya dirty heathens. {mumbles} dang elves why does it always have to be elves, trying my patience m'lord. {/mumbles} Kerala stiffens overhearing the dwarf and smiles widely at him. It's a cold smile that promises retribution." Oh, no, wouldn't be proper. Priest of another god and all that. Go, have fun with your human god," he says, keeping the cold smile. "And I would highly suggest that you not insult my god like that again. The Masked Lord is famed for the passion and length with which he holds grudges." He bows sardonically and turns away. Once the dwarf is gone walks over to Korean and mutters darkly to him." Heathens! The nerve of that walking beard! As if I'd care to participate in some heretical human god's foul worship and anger my god. Dwarves! The foolishness of that entire pathetic race disgusts me, Korean. Nothing at all like the sense of we elves." [Fern]Korean, who witnessed all this commotion with the dwarf and the unfriendly reply from Kerala, smiles apologetically to the dwarf now departing, and turns to Kerala. Though I understand your defense of your Masked Lord, I believe he didn't mean any harm, the dwarf that is." The two of them gradually make their way down the steps, but suddenly Korean remembers an old even saying his master used to tell him;{Gar very tank verity sight, e ta very Gain verity ESO sight. Delhi, niefendil gar fer ta, sit into millet.}*Long as it was, Korean remembered it as one of the most used by his master, and it changed his mind completely about wanting to enter the temple of this human god." Remember I used to tell you about my master and his sayings? Well, listen to this: {Gar very tank verity sight, e ta very Gain verity ESO sight. Delhi, niefendil gar fer ta, sit into millet.} I think we should check it out, this sermon." In the process of saying this, Korean turned around and walked back up the steps slowly and deliberately, then turned around and told Kerala,"After all, we're taking a job they offer, and so is this 'walking beard', we don't want enemies among our colleagues, not this quickly at least." Koehvan then proceeded to turn back around and catch up to the dwarf Kerala had referenced, and pulled back his hood. Speaking in the dwarf's native tongue, he introduced himself.[My most sincere apologies, I think we started out on the wrong foot there. My name's Korean Year, and I couldn't help but notice we are both interested in taking up the job the reverend had offered.] After this introduction, he stuck out his hand, and shook the dwarf's heartily. Spoiler Hide IOC: Sorry to correct you, but it's Korean, not Korean. (if we get really gritty KOH-IH-vahn would be the pronunciation I imagine) since we're doing {Sylvan/Even stuff} I can imagine doing [Dwarves/other similar languages] as well? *translation: "an owl living a fox's life is a fool, and vice versa. In the dark of the moon, one cannot tell an owl from a fox, but the owl and the fox both know" from the phrasebook in Row. [Emerson]Kevin ignores the rain, allowing it to run off of his plating in rivulets. The war forged walks up to the church, taking in the line of people looking to enter to hear the sermon. His eyes quickly flash as he allows himself a brief chuckle at the situation before him. How appropriate for people to be seeking shelter from rain in the church of a sun deity... They will thank Below for being dry, when it's their own actions that get them out from the rain. He continues up to the temple and inquires the nearest guard of the location of the priest Gray stone, though calmly so that the weapon-bedecked construct does not unintentionally provoke a confrontation. "Where may I find Gray stone? I have business with the man. I have completed the task for which I was contracted." [Perth]Ruin accepted the medallion with a slight bow of thanks. It was better to show a little subservience, she thought, than to be rude. Really, this was from years of living in a tightly, almost cast-like microcosm. Out here in the world she was still somewhat unsure as how to express proper respect. Back in the temple, one could easily tell a superior from their dress and mannerisms but out in the world it was somewhat more difficult. She was still rather embarrassed by the instance when she knelt in respect after her first monetary transaction for a bedroll. In the temple, such a thing would be expected. She had to admit, though, she did not entirely mind the new set of social rules to learn. Turning to the centaur, having gathered that the common tongue was not her strong suit, she instead addressed her in the language of the elves.{Greetings. It seems we will be together on this excursion. I am one who goes by the name of} Ruin. {How is it that you wish for me to address you?} Hyloe would likely find Ruin’s speech to be very formal. It was what could be expected when one learned a language entirely from books rather than actual practice and implementation. As such, she was not very well versed with the more colloquial forms of the language and likely came off more stiff than she intended. Then again, any stiffness would be more than none in that equation. Hopefully, the paladin’s gentle expression would go a long way in dissuading any potential miscommunication. [Perth]Oh dear, he can speak a proper language. This so embarrassing... At least, she reasons, this job offer wasn't rescinded the moment they saw how young she was, so it's best to just keep calm and nod along. Hyloe rests a hand on her brown withers and flicks her black tail about in agitation after the explanation. Until the paladin speaks up in a proper language too! The longer Ruin talks in even, however formal, the more relieved the centaur looks until she's ready to clasp the young paladin's gauntlets.{"Ah, Hole! You may call me Hole, oh cultured one! Ah, mercy, my common is not very good, so this is indeed lucky!"} She heads out of the building with her new alley in tow, though the dark bodied centaur has to keep an eye out where she's going.{"Good thing we'll be on the road, no? I don't see how humanity can stand to be in such a crowded place, as interesting as they seem. I'm a bard, you know, so while it became necessary for my storytelling curiosity to come to this place, it hasn't been the easiest of times, as you can imagine."}she continues pleasantly, as if she and Ruin were old acquaintances. [Fern]"Useless saying. I can tell an owl from a fox in the dark just fine. And you can go if you want, but as I told him, it actually would be bad form to attend another god's religious services. Much like how I don't go attend the services of the gods of the Submarine." He sighs. "I know, I know, diplomacy and all that, but really. You can tell me about it later." Spoiler Hide Deaf. For some reason I kept thinking there was a h in there. It amuses me that the saying is basically nonsensical to Kerala, since draw can see in the dark. [Fern]Humph!he grunts at the Draw.[I guess some people weren't taught manners back home under their mountain][Well met, Daughter of Corell on. I am Alias What, and it is a pleasure to have you accompany me on this journey of discovery.] he says to Korean. Utterly amazed one of her race would speak his own language. He Happily shakes her hand and guides her farther into the temple expressing awe at what he sees and giving commentary on any jewels that are displayed. You really should see the cut on this one emerald it is amazing, I bet it wasadwrafcraftsmanasthereisnowayonthisearthathuman ... ****breathes****Couldpossiblycutagemthisamazing, wow! These are truly marvelous Fire opals!! I so love the colorandshapeandcut! Wooo theseguyshavesomenicestuff!! [Perth]Actually, the paladin had elected not to tramp around fully clad in armor. That tended to send a message of warlike intent and with the recent damage done to the area from the ravages of war, it was just a kindness not to remind them of loved ones lost. That and walking around in a heavy suit of metal got really uncomfortable by noontime in the city. All the buildings blocked the wind so it was a little harder to cool off than on the road. Of course, there were plenty of good reasons that one would wear armor a lot more when traveling anyway. It was sad fact of life though but one that had to be accepted. The sudden familiarity did take Ruin off guard, but she was not displeased by it.{"I do not know. Even a place like this is more open than the place I once called home. I suppose it is subjective. However, I must agree that the openness of the free road is indeed an appealing prospect"}the paladin said, keeping pace as best she could. Hole did have a two leg advantage on her after all. Not that she minded the excessive. It was always nice to walk, really.{"But I believe some of your troubles have vanished. If you need the aid, I will gladly facilitate any boundaries that communication in my native tongue would otherwise bring you should you accept such an offer. Though I feel I am acting somewhat bold in offering such a thing."} Ruin said, just barely avoiding a patch of... Well, she did not gain a proper look at it, but she was rather glad she did not step in whatever it was. The temple was likely not very far away and by the time the centaur had replied to Ruin's offer, they would be there if not at least within sight of it.{"You are a bard, you say? I should like to hear of your tales gathered so far myself. And do not spare the embellishments"}the paladin said with a smile. EberronSpoiler Hide The Guard looks at you, and smiles. He takes his helmet off, and his form warps into that of a War forged, before he puts it back on, disguising himself as a Human once more. "Hello Brother. I take it ye be the one who took on the Caravan job, then? Right fine work that was. Gray stone is just finishing up a sermon inside. If you go inside now, I reassure you he just finishes it faster for ye, no problems." [Emerson]Kevin is clearly surprised by the revelation of the guard as a fellow war forged. However, he is slightly concerned by whatever factors might lead to a need for this fellow to be disguised as a regular human. He places a friendly hand on the guard's shoulder, saying"Thank you, friend, for your aid. Doubly so in helping me to expedite my business here with Gray stone. I think I'll take your advice. I certainly hope they are treating you well here. Furthermore, I know that those of us with skills can do our work elsewhere, where we need not hide who or what we are." He briefly bows and turns to leave and go into the temple's sanctuary area. Once he enters, he will remain in the back of the room standing against the wall. He will stay respectfully silent while the service continues, awaiting his opportunity to approach the priest. If possible, he will grab a prayer book and quietly leaf through it as something to do while he waits for the sermon to be finished. [Perth]The centaur skips a step, and would have run a circle around Ruin if there was any damn room on these city roads. And if she hadn't been explicitly told by her former dwarves mentor that it's not proper in walled cities.{"Ah! It's indeed a lucky day! I would be honored and delighted, Ruin! I don't know what it is about speaking common; I can read anything I can speak and yet putting it into spoken word... Ah, Mon died, but it is behind me. Though I am curious, would there be any others joining us to join arms in protecting the caravan?"} Hyloe, as inexperienced as she is with human interaction, manages to slightly slow her pace for Ruin's benefit by the time the temple of the Sun is within sight. She tries fitting in through the doors to the temple, hopeful without incident as even young as she is, she's been taller than any human man she's passed. It's starting to get embarrassing, but she doesn't mention it.{"Ah, but to answer you, I am mostly possessed of lore and stories of my people; they're very dear to me, but concerning the legends of the other races, I wish to not be as lacking as I am now. I mostly know things I imagine your children and youths already know, but little of things less simple. It is sensible to come to these parts then, no?"} She lowers her voice when hoof taps against the stones of their temple foyer, trying to maintain some sense of reverence while looking for whoever looks like the holiest and most leader like among the humans. [Perth]Entering the temple, Ruin dropped into a hushed tone that seemed to emphasize that raw, raspy part of her voice. This was something she was more used to at least.{"I am unsure as to the prospect of others, although there might be a good chance that we will be alone. Judging by the levity placed upon this task, it may be that our given task is simply a formality. However, I would not be surprised if there are others waiting elsewhere."}she said as she sought out the nearest clergyman. They would likely be able to point out Reverend Gray stone in short order. Better to be introduced by a member of rank and merit than to simply walk right up and start asking questions. At least, that would be the proper decorum in a massive temple.{"I believe you have the correct assumption that to find human knowledge, one must visit human lands. Though, perhaps I might be of aid to you in that respect as well."} Ruin said. Upon locating a priest (or priestess) of station, Ruin will first bow, arms held out to the side with palms up, at the waist only at a total angle of fourth-five degrees and hold the position for two full beats before returning to a straight posture with hands folded before her. This was the customary massive greeting to a member of another faith. The showing of the hands was a particularly important gesture as, for some reason, there was occasionally a bit of mistrust between assizes and members of other faiths. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the Ruby Sorceress preferred the dagger as her and her follower's weapon of choice. Subtle, yet it could make a very pointed statement when necessary." Greetings to you, Follower of the Sun. I wish to inquire as to the whereabouts of Reverend Gray stone. Is he available for consultation?" Spoiler Hide The second paragraph is more or less a bit of a preemptive jump upon the coming reply. Feel free to render it null and void should it interfere with anything. Kerala sits down to meditate, and mutters darkly about the sunlight that's hurting his eyes and making it difficult to keep his concentration. He snorts and decides that if one must engage in heresy, one must do it right, and stalks into the temple before the services start, and it gets too crowded. He goes to the most likely seeming place and looks up at it." Hey, human sun god, the sun hurts my eyes. Please turn it off." [Learn]Korean quietly sat down next to the hyperactive and excited dwarf. Though he didn't particularly enjoy or share the dwarf's excitement as openly, he didn't go to any length calming him down, yet. When Kerala went up and pretty much made fun of a generally well-intentioned deity, however, Korean decided it was time for a little fun." Sorry to interrupt, Alias, but you might want to watch the following." After having said this, he went through some intricate hand gestures and said something eccentric, and motioned at Kerala with a peculiar kind of smile. The result of this magic is that Kerala's nose lit up brightly, as if the sun shone out of his nose. Though it didn't actually shine as bright as the sun, the change in color was noticeably different to all who observed, except himself unless he looked cross-eyed, which he had no reason to do. Korean noted the painting of his friend's nose, and chuckled under his breath, no doubt the followers would see it as a mockery by the God himself, but he knew better. Spoiler Hide Casting Prestidigitation to paint Kerala's nose bright yellow/white, rather than the suggested (and also funny) blue. Kerala winces, blinded, and rounds on Korean as soon as he can see again." We are companions, Korean, but I do not suffer stupidity nor attempts to cause me harm. Undo it, now." If Korean doesn't comply, he holds his mask against his face tightly to avoid the annoyance of light. Regardless of the outcome, he sticks out his hand and mutters a quiet prayer." Masked Lord, avenge me." Suddenly, Korean feels rather damp as a gallon or so of water suddenly fills his underwear." Koevan! I thought you'd had that looked at! Come now, and in a church as well!" He smirks wickedly and winks while making a taking noise. [Fern]"Companions we are, Kerala. But I won't stand for you behaving this way, in the presence of people we don't want to be our enemies." Koehvan stood up then, as Kerala identified him, and felt what he was going to do before he did it, quickly covering it up by closing his cloak around him, no letting it touch the now-soiled area. Contrary to what others might expect, Korean smiled a friendly and warm smile, with a rather mischievous look in his eyes. Completely ignoring the comment about his hidden soiled breeches, he felt the magic of his past spell hadn't yet worn out, and in return of the action Kerala performed, he soiled the area under his friend's armpits, creating the illusion of him sweating, possibly because of fear. In conjunction with this, Korean walked up to his friend, and spoke slowly and deliberately."{I think you have offended enough people today. How about we call a truce, and we wait outside for the sermon to end.} You have experienced my magic before, and I hope I mustn't remind you it can be rather unpleasant." He looked at Kerala in a friendly manner. They were still friends, and despite both of their exquisite personalities, they liked each other. After a short pause, Korean added, {in addition, we can both use our magic for better purposes.} Spoiler Hide Using the hour-long duration of Prestidigitation, I soil two half-foot cubes of fabric under each of Kerala's armpits, after which I (if possible) dry the fabric of my own clothes. [Fern]Alias rumbles a large loud dwarves laugh from way down in his belly as the two elves have their subtle spell duel. Better than a sermon any day. I wonderwhoisgoingtogetwetwherenext. This is very interesting. EberronSpoiler Hide As you step into the Temple... OerthSpoiler Hide As you step into the Temple... FaerunSpoiler Hide As you step into the Temple... Everyone Spoiler Hide The Temples of Below are known to be humble. As the place of Worship to the God of Healing and Safety, one would know for a fact that Below's Temples are warm, inviting, and greeting. However... it looks like they misinterpreted. The interior of the temple looks like something out of a Temple of Hector. The walls are dark, and heavy ridges form on them, stretching from the floor to the ceiling. There are two doors with images of Demonic visages on the wall to your left, and one on the right. A dozen or so pews, with almost two dozen patrons sitting in them, stand between you and the preacher at the Altar. A man looks like he was just interrupted in the middle of a sermon, and looks at you. He is dark-skinned, with stark gray hair. From his forehead sprouts two horns, and his eyes look like flames. Near the altar, a large mastiff raises its head in surprise. The man looks angered, and shouts at the... five of you!? "Servants of Below, kill them! Kill them for the Sun Conquered!" It slowly dawns on you... the man is Reverend Marcus Gray stone. COMBAT Spoiler Hide Roll for initiatives. I ask that you keep track of your HP and AC. If you use a move that's only available [X] amount of times a day, note how many you have. If you have spells, list off how many of each you have. If you prepared spells, note what you have left. Korean had seen temples of Below before, but this was nothing the other temples. It seemed to him to be like the very idea that this temple was devoted to Below sent shiver down his spine. Marcus Gray stone was this strange man, commanding an army to vanquish us? We just accepted his job offer, now he wants to kill us? What is this? All these thoughts raced through Korean's head as he looked at the ongoing scene, unsure of what to do. Spoiler Hide Initiative - (1d20+3)[23] Nice! If I happen to win unit, with this high roll, I will move behind more physically capable people and ready an action to cast a spell (probably magic missile or blast of force) if anything attacks the people that entered the temple with me Kerala shrugs, not particularly surprised. He'd do the same thing himself, honestly. This temple was *so* overdone, however, not at all like the tasteful shrines of his own dark faith. More like one of the Spider Bimbo's overly gaudy temples. TSK. Spoiler Hide Unit: (1d20+4)[23] Kevin is slightly shocked by the fiendish interior of the temple's sanctuary. He had expected boredom or an otherwise uneventful sermon, followed by the completion of his business, but never something that would result in an attempt on his life. I knew that dealing with gods generally comes to no good end, but this is far worse than I ever thought... Also, I suppose I won't be getting paid after all. He prepares to stand against this evil assembly before they decide to harm others. Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+1)[10] Rolling for granted maneuvers. Will do 1d5, then 1d4, then 1d3. Will correspond to the following list, with previously chosen maneuvers skipped. 1- Crusader's Strike 2- Stone Bones 3- Douse the Flames 4- Wall of Blades 5- Mountain Hammer (1d5)[3] (1d4)[1] (1d3)[1] Looks like Douse the Flames, Crusader's Strike, and Stone Bones are granted. Stats:Spoiler Hide AC (flatfooted until his turn): 19, DR 2/adamantine, HP 38/38 Maneuvers Granted: Douse the Flames, Crusader's Strike, Stone Bones Alias Rages cannot believe this treachery come from the true church of below, therefore all you heretics must die! Spoiler Hide Initiative Roll: (1d20+5)[6] It must be the blind fury holding me back....seriously a 6 sheesh I rolled a 1. This was certainly an unexpected turn of events. Ruin was taken quite aback at this very sudden turn of events to say the least, although she could say that today had just become a bad day to choose to not wear one's armor. And here she had hoped for a few days rest from the road. But now was not the time for lamentation. Keeping close to Hole, the paladin adopted a defensive stance as best the time permitting would allow her. She also had no quips to throw as she had quite suddenly become more focused upon preservation due to the fact that she lacked both arms and armor at the moment. Really, the whole thing was just terribly unlucky. Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+5)[14] Due to circumstances, Ruin's AC is currently 11 and damage is 1d3+2 nonlethal. HP: 32. Spells 3/2/1 Hole would be utterly stupefied at any of this, but even young centaurs know about the myriad of dangers and sudden attacks that can befall a herd. One look at the horned, flaming dark priest, and she knows trouble's brewing. Automatically trusting Ruin in this prelude to battle, she draws her long sword, dwarf made with a diamond shaped hilt, and passes it to the paladin.{"Mon day! Here, take it--I've got something that'll take care of this~!"}she explains, her hand reaching back for a dark wood lance always kept close to hand. Her brother's hand me-down, even as old as the lance is, it's deadly in Hole's hands... Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[21]Initiative! Spoiler Hide COMBAT BREAKDOWN Initiative Order: Kerala: 23. Korean: 23. Hole: 21. Ruin: 14. Kevin: 10. Alias: 6. State your actions one by one. Gray stone looks at Ruin, and shouts in disgust." A warrior of the opposers! Attack her first!" Two men and a woman rush towards Ruin, with one of the men in front. He slams into her, but causing more harm to himself than her, falling down after slamming into her. All the others in the room are standing where they rose up from, but Gray stone slowly makes his way down the pews. The Mastiff growls, as it follows right behind him. Spoiler Hide Ruin takes 4 points of Nonlethal damage. Kerala doesn't like the looks of things, and mutters a quick spell to protect Korean. Spoiler Hide Using Shield of Faith on Korean, +2 Deflection bonus to AC for 3 minutes. L1 spell slot, leaving me with 4/4 L0, 2/3 L1+1/1 L1 domain and 2/2 L2+1/1 L2 domain. Korean both notices and feels the spell as it is cast and takes effect." Thanks, friend,"is all he says before casting a spell of his own. When he finishes, two small darts of energy spring forth from his hand as he holds it up and both head directly for the Reverend Marcus Gray stone. After he let this volley of missiles loose, he went to take cover behind more physically capable people. Spoiler Hide Casting Magic Missile, 2 missiles for 1d4+1 damage each. (1d4+1)[4] + (1d4+1)[5] = 9 Damage (with nice rolls). That and move to the back, hiding behind let's say Hole and Ruin, they seem to be near each other. I now have left the following spells: Spoiler Hide 0 - Detect Magic 0 - Prestidigitation 0 - Mage Hand 0 - Repair Minor Damage 1 - Magic Missile 1 - Familiar Pocket 1 - Jump 2 - Alter Self 2 - Spider Climb 2 - Blast of Force Ruin reaches out for the blade but is knocked back slightly from the sudden collision. She took one step back to steady herself and was able to grasp the blade offered her but rather than charge forward, she willed her inner fire forth and wove an enchantment to protect her new acquaintance from evil influences.["Here, this should be of aid"]she said while placing the protective spell. Spoiler Hide Five footstep backwards move action, taking the blade while doing so. Cast Protection From Evil on Hole standard action. HP: 32 (28) Spells: 3/2/1 (Forgot to include the bonus spell last time. Full spells per day is 3/3/1) Spoiler Hide Update is slower, as I'm making a battle map, and will have no internet when I finish. If the priest is within 20 feet, the action will target Gray stone, otherwise it will target the mastiff. Having moved into a position to help, Kevin will first look toward the others near him, saying"I don't know who you are, but if you stand against these, then know that I will stand with you."and then turn toward the mostly unarmed paladin"You seem to have been caught off guard, do you need any arms?" Jevin draws his great sword as he rushes forward to confront the evil that has revealed itself in what should (theoretically, anyway) be a place where good is dominant. He thinks wryly as he gets into position, Why couldn't this job go smooth? Church jobs never go smooth. Upon arrival in front of the (now-fiendish) priest, Kevin visibly shifts into a fighting stance, one used to inspire others through boldness. He uses his swift action to activate his Martial Spirit stance. He will use the Stone Bones maneuver, hacking downward with his great sword. Attack:Spoiler Hide (1d20+8)[26] If that hits, Spoiler Hide Damage: (2d6+6)[12] Use the effect of his stance to heal Ruin for 2hp. Kevin gains DR 5/Adamantine for 1 round. Maneuver Recovery:Spoiler Hide Using the same order as the previous listing of maneuvers. (1d3)[1]. Wall of Blades granted. Stats Spoiler Hide AC: 20, DR 5/adamantine (or 2, if the attack missed), HP 38/38 Maneuvers Granted: Douse the Flames, Crusader's Strike, Wall of Blades. Alias switches to leading the charge (Stance)Spoiler Hide Everyone gets +2 to damage and rages, then he charges the nearest enemy and makes a Rabid wolf Strike with his great axe Spoiler Hide (1d20+11)[20] If it hits Spoiler Hide [roll](1d12+7)2+2d6[/roll] Spoiler Hide AC 10 HP 38 (+6 for rage) 44 will save jumps to +5 Grr @ Die roller Spoiler Hide (1d12+7)[16] (2d6)[6] Total of 22 DMG Hole is quick to come to Ruin's aid, swinging her lance overhead before skipping forward and thrusting down at the second man attacking the paladin with a force surprising for her youthful appearance. She places Ruin's safety over her own powers, so she can't yet start up a war song for the defenders. Spoiler Hide Simple Lance attack: (1d20+6)[14] and damage: (1d8+4)[9]. Let me know however if the attackers were charging, and I could have prepared the lance against such for extra damage. I wasn't sure on this beforehand. Korean's bolts fly forth from his hand, and hit Marcus in the head. He shakes it off, and shouts at the group,"GRA'oil!" The floor beneath you turns dark and slimy, and you find your balance slipping. Kerala retains his composure, Korean barely keeping his and Alias' nearly slipping. Hole's attack hits a man in the chest, and he coughs up blood onto the ground, before falling down. A woman moves forward to Hole, and misses hitting her. Alias strikes down a woman that was crawling over bench in front of him, and Kevin's attack strikes down a man. The Mastiff growls, and stops in its pace, and begins coughing hysterically. The priest continues advancing. CombatSpoiler Hide @Sinfonian: ONE Spoiler, please. @Everyone: Next round folks. Korean, Kerala and Alias, please make a Balance check. DC of 12 The MAP Spoiler Hide Balance Check Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[8] Korean, though not usually unstable, didn't quite manage to stay upright when the reverend made the floor under his feet slippery like it was. He thus fell down to the side, and rubbed his arm with his other hand while he was down there. Spoiler Hide RP will come with result of roll: Balance - (1d20+4)[10] I'm guessing we fall prone on a fail? Ruin, feeling that it would be good to grant her new allies aid, Muttered a short stanza of a song of praise as she willed forth that inner fire once again. A small blessing should now help her new allies to strike true upon these aggressors. If she is able, being nearby, she would also attempt to help Korean back up to his feet if he falls from the spell. Spoiler Hide HP: 32 (30) Spells: 3/1/1 Standard Action: Cast Bless. All allies have a +1 morale bonus to Attack and to resist Fear effects. Move action: If this is a legal move, use it to help Korean up after falling so that he doesn't have to burn a move action getting up himself. Otherwise, nothing. Kerala struggles to his feet, whips out a dagger, and throws it at the closest enemy, swearing darkly.[spoilers]Move action to stand, throwing a dagger at the guy semi-in F4. I think he's within 10 feet, if he isn't subtract 2 from this for range increment penalty:(1d20+6)[9][/spoilers] Though Korean seemed much more able with the arcane arts than he seemed to be with the bow, how drew his bow, and artfully went about shooting it at the reverend, knocking another arrow to it immediately, locking it onto the same target." Get to the reverend, the rest will fall when he does!" He panted a bit as he said this, looking around him to the others." Thank you, I will not forget." He muttered to the enclosed Paladin that helped him to his feet Spoiler Hide If I'm up due to Ruin's actions, draw bow and shoot at Marcus Gray stone, if not, draw bow and get up. Either way, 5ft step F2 behind Alias at the end, giving Ruin room to maneuver out of there. Attack - (1d20+4)[21] no range penalty as it's less than 110ft, and +1 from bless not included. Damage - (1d8)[2] Hole feels bolstered with holy magic and moves ahead to keep a barrier of centaur in front of Ruin, thrusting her lance out at the (...woman?) cultist coming at them.{"Ruin!"she calls out amid the chaos,"Either we fall back with the enemies of our enemies or we form together and charge this evil priest! What shall we do??"} Being a holy warrior (regardless of what deity served, Ruin is on Hole's), the young centaur defaults to her for tactical advice, even if she's proving to hold her own against the dark sun attackers. Spoiler Hide Hole: HP: 29 AC: 22 Moving 5 feet ahead to skewer the cultist Attack: (1d20+7)[25] Damage: (1d8+4)[7] Kevin methodically moves forward, taking a 5-ft step forward to D4. He thrusts his great sword toward the worshiper in front of him. After having completed his attack, Kevin's voice raises far above the volume he had previously used, adopting the one natural to him. He seems to bellow to all within earshot,"ALL BUT GLADSTONE MAY SURRENDER! EITHER LIE DOWN OR TURN AGAINST THE OTHERS! ALL WHO DO NOT WILL PERISH!" Spoiler Hide Regular attack against the person in D5. Attack: (1d20+9)[26] If that hits, Damage: (2d6+6)[14] Use the effect of Martial Spirit Stance to again heal Ruin for 2. Maneuver Granted: Mountain Hammer is the only unexpended, withheld maneuver remaining, so it is granted. Kevin: AC 20 (FF 19, Touch 11), 38/38 hp, DR 2/adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Crusader's Strike, Douse the Flames, Wall of Blades, and Mountain Hammer. Both Hole and Kevin's attacks strike down a man and a woman, respectively, but still more come forth to attack you. Kerala's dagger flies off from his target, and his attacker claws at him, drawing blood from his cheek, as he falls backwards, slamming his head into the temple stone floor. The mastiff jumps over two of the benches, and stops at a third, observing you all. The Reverend says something, but the incantation is drowned out by the shouting of the people distancing you from him. Ruin aids Korean from falling, but Alias finds no such help, and falls down onto his rump. Spoiler Hide Kerala, take five points of damage. THE MAP Spoiler Hide Seeing that Alias was in danger due to being prone, she stepped forward to try and even the odds in this particular instance. She gripped the gifted long sword with both hands and swung to strike the mastiff with the flat of her blade as it looked over the bench. Really, the animal was just doing what it had been trained to do. No point in killing it if one could just knock it out of the fight. One might think this odd but being in service to a goddess of death tends to put things in perspective.["I fear that we will not be able to escape so very easily with such a number before us. If we can subdue them, we will have more time to consider our options. If you are able, render them unconscious. We may need to ask questions later."] Ruin half-shouted in rushed even. Spoiler Hide Five footstep to G3 (1d20+2)[13] -4 included in roll due to Subdural attack. (1d8+3)[4] HP: 32 (30) AC:11 Spells: 3/1/1 Edit: The attack should be a 14 as I forgot that the blade was a masterwork one when I put in the numbers. Kerala rubs his aching head, staggering to his feet, and tries to stop the priest from doing anything. Spoiler Hide Hold Person on Grey stone. DC 15 Spells: 4/2+1/1+1 Things go awry when Hole finally sees the giant dog. Admittedly, she's in the midst of a fight to survive, and her childish fear typically gets ignored even if the goblins had wars or if wild hounds were involved. Still, that is one massive mastiff... To counter her sudden fear, Hole sings a battle cry in Sylvan, the young centaur gripping her lance now with white-knuckle heroism fueled simply by more courage. Spoiler Hide Inspire Courage, so it's time for a perform (oratory) check: (1d20+9)[12] Kevin grimly nods at the centaur as she cries out, redoubling his efforts to eliminate these attackers. He decides that moving forward to take out the mastiff will be the best strategy, as such he advances forward to do just that. Spoiler Hide Kevin will move forward to D7, provoking an AOO from the enemy in D/E 6.5. As that enemy swings Kevin will attempt to deflect the blow with Wall of Blades. The AOO will hit the higher of AC 20 or (1d20+9)[24]. As he reaches his intended destination, he uses the Mountain Hammer strike on the mastiff in E 7.5. Attack: (1d20+9)[22] If that hits, (4d6+6)[27] damage, ignoring any DR. (Edit: +1 from bard song) Kerala heals for 2 due to Martial Spirit stance. No unexpended maneuvers left to be granted, which means all are refreshed and 3 new ones are randomly granted (unless I misunderstand the mechanic). Rolling the same way I did before: 1- Crusader's Strike 2- Douse the Flames 3- Stone Bones 4- Mountain Hammer 5- Wall of Blades (1d5)[5] (1d4)[2] (1d3)[2] Kevin: AC 20 (19 FF, 11 Touch), 38/38, DR 2/Adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Wall of Blades, Douse the Flames, Stone Bones Korean, still solely focused on Gray stone only, shot another arrow towards the reverend in hopes it would land a hit this time. He jumped to the side, clearing his path to the reverend, the took his time aiming and shooting at the evil man. He feels the energy of the song and the blessing both, but knows that's a false feeling, he's only so much motivated, his morale can't go much higher than it already is. Spoiler Hide 5ft step to H2 and shoot the Reverend. Attack - (1d20+5)[6] Damage - (1d8+1)[5] Morale bonus added into both. Hole's song filling your minds and your bodies, you fight forward. Kevin runs forward, dodging the one civilian who attempted to hit him, and brings his Great sword down at the hound. His blow finds flesh, and cuts a deep wound into the beast, who now breathes in ragged breath. Ruin hits a much closer target, who recoils back from the hit. Kerala's spell finds its target, however, and the Reverend's scream of protest is cut short as he falls to the ground, unmoving. Koehvan, unfortunately, shoots himself in the foot. Spoiler Hide Ruin held her stance as she eyed the dog she had just felt a blow to. Hopefully it will stay back now but if not, she would simply have to strike at it again. She took a more defensive stance and waited, making sure that she would strike at the beast should it try to go after Alias. Of course, if it hadn't been for the noise of battle, she would have likely heard the sound of the failed attack with the bow. As such, unless, Korean made any loud noise to indicate distress, she would remain oblivious to the fact that he now had an arrow in his foot. Spoiler Hide Defensive Fighting: +2 to AC and -2 to Attack Readied Action: Attack the (Whatever that black dot is supposed to represent) if it attempts to strike Alias Attack:(1d20+5)[25] Damage:(1d8+2)[3] HP: 32 (30) AC:13 Spells: 3/1/1 Edit: Of course, I have the potential to CRT, and I roll a 1 on my damage... Typical Ruin smirks at seeing Gray stone go down to the spell cast by the mage, redoubling his efforts to end this quickly. He again speaks to those in the church in his loud bellowing voice,"THIS IS YOUR FINAL CHANCE! YOUR LEADER IS CURRENTLY INCAPACITATED. LAY DOWN AND SURRENDER OR PERISH!" With that, he attempts to finish off the wounded mastiff. Spoiler Hide Use the Stone Bones maneuver on the mastiff. (1d20+9)[23] If that hits, (2d6+6)[14] damage. Kevin gains DR 5/adamantine until the start of his next turn. Martial Spirit stance's effect used to heal Kerala for 2 again. Should that drop the mastiff, Kevin will move forward to work on clearing a path toward the priest. He will move to E8, if possible using a 5 ft step. If that is not allowed (via difficult terrain), then use a move action to move there (provoking 2 Amos). If the mastiff is not put out of the fight by that, he will remain in place. Maneuver Recovery: (1d2)[1] 1= Crusader's Strike 2= Mountain Hammer. Kevin: 38/38 hp, AC 20 (19 FF, 11 Touch), DR 2/Adamantine (5 if the attack hit). Maneuvers Granted: Douse the Flames, Wall of Blades, and maneuver indicated by roll above. Kerala draws his rapier and stabs at the closest enemy. Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[27] vs AC On hit: (1d8+2)[3] Korean, though very surprised he shot himself in the foot, doesn't seem too hindered besides the obvious pain, and instead of trying his hand again at an offensive approach, he tried a different tack. He looked around alertly, trying to discern anything that might come to near their group, and seeing if he could halt their approach. Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Blast of Force on anyone coming within 10ft of the 5 of them still in a group. I can choose not to take the readied action, but he will only not take the action if there's one within 10ft and nobody else within 20ft. This excludes the enemies already in those positions. The mastiff falls at Kevin's strike, as does another follower at Kerala's. Another falls at Ruin's attack. The remaining followers still press forward, swiping when close enough. A blast of force slams into a man's chest, before he can make a hit on Hole. Gray stone screams at the front, but his words are muffled behind his forcibly shut mouth. Spoiler Hide ((You know... It looks like that is still a lot of minions))Ruin, looking over the number of aggressors who still stood, decided that a more offensive approach would be a bit more effective. Vaulting over a pair of benches, she drew close to the (mastiff/cultist/whatever it is that dot represents) that stood away from Hole and aimed another flat strike at it. She began thinking that while she preferred not to kill, it would likely be a good idea to seek out an enchanter of some sort in the future to see if any subduing enhancements could be placed upon her weapons. Swinging around like this just wasn't going to cut it. Spoiler Hide Move to G6. Attack at H6 Attack: (1d20+3)[12] Damage:(1d8+2)[7] Nonlethal HP: 32 (30) AC:11 Spells: 3/1/1 Satisfied to have put away one of the greater threats in the area, Kevin hopes for a swift end to this conflict. He continues his path toward the currently incapacitated priest, Gray stone. However, he gave the rest every opportunity to surrender, and they have not yet. With grim determination, he trudges forward, making a path through these followers of evil as if the aisle were an overgrown trail through the forest. Spoiler Hide Use a regular melee attack on the person in D8. (1d20+9)[19] If hit, (2d6+7)[18] damage Martial Spirit will heal Kerala again for 2. After his attack, he will take a 5ft step forward into D8. If he is attacked before his next turn, he will use Wall of Blades to try to deflect the blow. An attack on him must hit the higher of AC 20 or (1d20+9)[13]. Maneuver Granted: Only Mountain Hammer is the only unexpended maneuver left granted, so that cycles in. Kevin: 38/38, AC 20 (19 FF, 11 touch), DR 2/adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Crusader's Strike, Douse the Flames, Wall of Blades, Mountain Hammer Kerala once again stabs at the nearest enemy.[spoiler](1d20+7)[10]vs Icon hit:(1d6+3)[8] With her song still in the air, Hole pulls back her lance and with another light step, tries to skewer the closest cultist, her own courage bolstered by the lack of any large, mean, nasty, biting dogs. Spoiler Hide Okay, the Inspire Courage deal lasts 5 more rounds including this one here, so it's a 1/1 to attack and damage for everybody! C'mon, let's keep this going! (1d20+7)[24] And damage: (1d8+5)[13] Korean, whilst seeing others use their area of specialty, decided there hasn't been enough things walking around yet, and opens his familiar pocket to let his familiar roam free. His cat, named lightning claw with reason, sprang forth and assaulted the first member of the congregation it could find, while Korean himself shot an arrow at the same person. Spoiler Hide Korean cast Familiar Pocket (SPC) before the job offer, so I'd say an hour elapsed already, two more hours left. Free action to remove familiar, standard to attack. Attack - (1d20+4)[15] Damage - (1d8)[8] Familiar moves, then attacks. Attack - (1d20+5)[22] 1d2-4 damage, minimum 1, so 1 damage if hit, he provokes an AOO because he needs to enter the square, AC16. Alias regains consciousness, and takes a move action to stand and another to regain his weapon. Spoiler Hide FFFF Post will be up later today. I am really sorry. A few followers remain, as does Gray stone. He screams out a word of power, and a ray of searing light comes from his hand, hitting Kevin in the chest. Korean's familiar managed to take a swipe at a civilian, nipping their ankle, and narrowly dodged being punched into the ground. Hole once again jams her lance into a man's chest, piercing through his rib cage. Ruin, unfortunately, swings wide and misses.MAP Spoiler Hide Combat Spoiler Hide Kevin, take 24 points of damage. Sorry bud. Maxed damage. Kevin bellows in pain as he is struck by the rays of light. He holds some of the pain back, using it to fuel his righteous rage at the priest. Even more fully committed to the cause of ending these evildoers, Kevin steps forward to eliminate the final opponent between himself and the priest. For this one, he chooses an attack that would allow him to best shrug off the damage done to him by the spell. Spoiler Hide Kevin moves forward to D10 and initiates Crusader's Strike against the enemy in front of him. Attack: (1d20+10)[15] (Now gains bonus from Furious Counterstrike) Damage: (2d6+8)[13] If it hits, Kevin heals himself for (1d6+3)[6] plus 2 more from his stance. At the end of his action, he keenly feels the remaining impact of the rays hitting him, doing their last bit of damage to him. Maneuver Recovery: As no unexpended, withheld maneuvers are remaining, Kevin is granted 3 fresh ones. (1- CS, 2-WoB, 3- SB, 4- MH, 5-DtF). (1d5)[4] (1d4)[2] (1d3)[3] Kevin 14/38 (22/38 if the attack hit) AC 20 (19 FF, 11 Touch) DR 2/Adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Mountain Hammer, Wall of Blades, Douse the Flames Kerala moves forward and attacks, annoyed at the tenacity of these madmen. Spoiler Hide (1d20)[5] +7 On hit: (1d6+2)[7] Alias moves directly forward 25 ft. to cover Ruins Flank. And attacks the man directly in front of him. Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[20] damage if applicable (1d12+4)[9] Ruin makes a second swipe at her target, again, aiming to disable, not damage. Spoiler Hide Attack H7 (1d20+3)[18] (1d8+2)[10] +3 more if evil (can't believe I forgot about that ability.) Hole presses the attack with Ruin, though the centaur is likely less intent on a merciful fight than staying alive due to her training coming from the need to survive. She once more rams her lance at the closest opponent, hoping the blow will put them down. She doesn't stop to think that she may be running low on room to fight, she just fights. Spoiler Hide attack: (1d20+6)[16] Damage: (1d8+4)[8] Four more fall to the ground; three dead, and one unconscious. Kevin feels the metals of his body regenerate slightly, as his victim falls to the ground. Gray stone stands alone now, and he begins to shout, his words turning into a spell. Around him flashes a black light, and he stands in his spot, grinning wildly." Come on then, fools! Feel the might of Below!"Spoiler Hide Additionally, my RL group just got past this part today, and have nicknamed this version of Below, the Pain lord. Map Spoiler Hide Kevin's path is now free of obstacles to the priest, and as soon as his great sword slices through his previous target, he advances. He had given multiple opportunities for this man to submit or surrender, now only his death will end it. Kevin has reached a point past fury, to the calm on the other side of that emotion. No shouting or yelling, he hopes that this will be done quickly. With the force of a mountain, he brings his sword down upon Gray stone. Spoiler Hide Kevin takes a 5ft step down to E11, adjacent to the priest and initiates his Mountain Hammer maneuver. Attack: (1d20+9)[18] Damage: (4d6+7)[18] Kevin gains 2 more hp if attack hits from stance. Maneuver Recovery: (1-CS, 2-SB) (1d2)[1] Kevin 22/38 (24 if the attack hit) AC 20 (19 FF, 11 Touch), DR 2/Adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Wall of Blades, Douse the Flames, Crusader Strike "Below? Pah. I serve the Masked Lord. His shadows are all I need to drown out your pitiful light!" He quickly draws his hand crossbow, loads it, and fires it and the priest. Spoiler Hide (1d20+6)[20] Damage on hit: (1d4)[3] Hole would like to join in the defeat of Gray stone (and teach him a lesson for nearly forcing her to face yet another dog) but the centaur's path is much more difficult terrain. Rather than risk trying to climb over anything she continues in her forward advance, aiming to lance the next cultist in her way and then move as forward as she can... Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[13] Forgot about her bardic powers last time, now it's factored in again. (1d8+3)[4] The cultist in front of Ruin was one of the last. Hopefully, she would be able to drop this one quickly. With a two handed swing, she brought the blade to bear against the cultist, still aiming to take down without any real physical damage. Spoiler Hide Use Detect Evil ability. Attack G10: (1d20+3)[18] (1d8+3)[11] +3 if evil Note to self: make sure all abilities are being used. May miss out on bonuses otherwise. Edit: Max damage twice in a row? Sheesh. Whose luck am I stealing? Alias begins chanting an old dwarves war cry as he moves to flank the priest. Spoiler Hide Double move action either over the rough terrain or around it, whichever is needed I should have enough movement to make it with a double. Going from E5 to E10. Hole charges forth and downs one of the last remaining townsfolk, as Ruin cuts down the last. Kevin swings his blade, and finds that it hits against an invisible sphere of force, but pushes even harder against it. It shatters, the sound of glass shattering and of Gray stone's scream echoing throughout the citadel, signaling the end of the fight. RollsSpoiler Hide Roll a DC 20 Spot Check or a DC 16 Listen Check. If you succeed: Spoiler Hide You notice a man in leather armor high above you in the rafters of the Church. Having put Gray stone down to the ground (assuming that is the case), Kevin prods the unmoving "priest of Below" with his great sword. He rumbles"You should have stopped when I gave you the chance." He will then look to the other people in the room and dip a short bow in thanks for helping defeat these surprise attackers. Spot(1d20+4)[12]Listen(1d20+4)[14] Kerala holds still for a moment, looking and listening to make sure the group is alone, and his keen hearing betrays that they aren't. He snorts and mutters under his breath about amateurs, then looks up at the source of the sound, idly reloading his hand crossbow as he does so, and casually aiming it." You might as well come down. I know you're up there." Listen:(1d20+5)[16]Spot:(1d20+5)[11] "Is everyone alright? Are any of you injured?" Ruin asked once the battle subsided. It would be terrible if someone had been grievously injured. It was hard to see everyone from her current angle, but she would make rounds soon after anyway. Now that she had time, she looked around to see how, if at all, the temple was different from the more... Well, the temples of Below she remembered at least. Rolls:Spot:(1d20+7)[12]Listen:(1d20+7)[13] Spot:(1d20+2)[13]Listen:(1d20+3)[11]Hole sniffs and paws at the floor with one of her forelegs, trying to navigate back over to Ruin.{Ah, I am fine, yes..."}she begins in even, per usual, looking over at her other impromptu allies curiously. The young centaur seems almost lost for a moment before shaking her head some more.{"Mon died, but it's bad luck to have taken such a fight within a church... Maybe it best that we leave in a hurry, no?"} A voice from above, in the rafters, calls down to you all." Nnnno. I Donna't think I will."Its voice is raspy and strained. Kerala can hear the sound of a metal being drawn out of a scabbard." Nnnot until you give me the Traitor... and the online who has the gift." Kevin looks around, then up into the rafters toward the source of the voice. He responds"Traitor to what?... Pelor? And what gift?" He keeps his great sword at the ready as he seeks the questioner with his sight. Kerala snorts." I've got to echo the above questions. What traitor, what gift. Also, I feel the need to point out that unless you come down, I'm going to start shooting at you. I don't have time for games. If you want something, say what it is and come get it. Don't just demand without explanation. You'd make a terrible thief." He reloads his hand crossbow and points it at the most likely-seeming point at the ceiling for the voice to have come from. Spoiler Hide Those who do not post within the next seven days will be kicked. I want this to move along. "NNN.... The Human... she hides it in her minuend!" A knife, small and gleaming as it flies through the air, comes down from above. It hits Hole in her front leg, making a sickening sound as it hits bone." I am no thief! I am his servant! Furthermore, I am his hand!" And you are as good as dead, unless you give me the Human!"@HyloeSpoiler Hide Make a DC 15 Will Save. Success Spoiler Hide There is no knife. It was an illusion which you've successfully disbelieved. Failure Spoiler Hide Take 4 points of damage and be nauseated. Suddenly skittish, Hole raises a few feet on her hind legs before she suddenly calms, stopping herself from screeching something in Sylvan. There is no knife in her leg, nor any sign she's been hurt. But she looks pretty spooked, and holding her lance out in defense, the young centaur backs up, trying to guess where the 'knife' came from... Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[11] (1d20+2)[3] Spot and listen respectively...

[3.5] The Coming of Memory - IC|rating:4.0

Subjugating Zoe

Closed now for Jack_Slave'm kind of ripping this idea off from a thread I've really enjoyed reading recently. I am submissive and want to explore the psychology of both D/s and domestic violence. This SRP will most emphatically not be for everybody. I appreciate this is a very long-winded first post, but I really want to get into this and explore it. I need an intelligent, inventive writer with strong dominant tendencies and no qualms about non-consent, domestic abuse and the darker, nastier sides of humiliation, degradation, BDSM and slavery. Furthermore, I have written detailed profiles because the way I want the story to progress from here requires that the characters be three-dimensional and credible. Things are going to escalate between our unhappy couple. I will confess that this SRP will be quasi-therapeutic for me, but I'm very certain about wanting to do this, and I don't want any potential co-writer to start panicking about my mental/emotional health or anything. I take full responsibility for wanting to explore this here. The setting is contemporary London, UK. Daniel Forrester Age: Late 20s/early 30sAppearance: Completely negotiable. I would like him to be reasonably tall and physically imposing, but there's no need for him to be conventionally attractive so long as he's compelling. Bio: Dan was raised in a sink estate (run down government housing area where problem families are dumped) by his parents and alongside his younger brothers, Rich and Tim. Their father was a violent alcoholic who barely held down his warehouse job and their mother was also a heavy drinker, embittered by her husband's lack of motivation and serial womanizing. The boys ran wild on the streets and became a mini crime-wave when they left school, getting into drugs, fights and larger scale crime. That was until Dan, the ringleader, got tired of living hand to mouth, joint to pill to line and girl to girl. He fell for Zoe, a local barmaid and decided to go straight. He knew his luck was running out with the local constabulary, and it was a case of either start behaving or leave the area completely. Dan spent a month or two extricating himself from all his current dodgy dealings and managed to walk from his former life without royally pissing anyone off. He romanced Zoe and despite precautions, she fell pregnant just before their first anniversary. They moved from their respective parents' houses into their own council flat a few miles away. Sadly, Zoe miscarried the child at 3 months. Dan is now stuck in a shitty job driving a delivery van, and he's a laughingstock among his former friends as he struggles to make ends meet while supporting a partner who works in a pub. He has less money by far than he used to when he was living with his parents and dealing in drugs, stolen goods and even the occasional car, and he does not like this one bit. His younger brothers are now more affluent than him and are recruiting their own acolytes and gang members now he's forced them to stop playing 'follow the leader.' Dan has started drinking more heavily, partly through depression and partly to keep an eye on Zoe, who he is mistrustful, yet protective of. He is on the verge of something, another pivotal change in his life, he just doesn't know what yet. A large part of him blames Zoe for trapping him in what is now a lackluster relationship with little hope for a family. Dan feels great anger and resentment towards Zoe, he revels in it. Every nod and smile she dishes out from behind the bar just aggravates him even further. Sometimes he wants to wrap his hands around her throat just to shut her up. He fantasizes about hurting her, hitting her with his belt, biting into her flesh until she screams. He imagines fucking her, holding her down while she kicks and cries, forcing himself into all her holes and claiming every square inch of her in no uncertain terms. Furthermore, he has even found his fist clenched to strike her during their frequent arguments, and he has had to force himself to uncurl his fingers. Zoe Matthews Age: 20Appearance: Petite at just 5ft tall. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Zoe was just 19 when she caught Dan's eye and these days she often wishes she hadn't. Working at The Joiner's Arms is no fun at all these days and even when she was impeccably behaved, Dan would often accuse her of flirting. She hated the way he thought she would leap into bed with anyone who so much as smiled at her. Zoe had grown up with her parents and a brother. From an early age she was called a 'daddy's girl' because of the way her father doted on her. Behind the idyllic public facade lurked a darker truth, however. Zoe's father had first touched her between the legs when she was 8 years old, saying that he had to check on her development in case she needed to see the doctor. By the time she was 9 he was making her perform oral sex on him and by the time she was 12 he had taken her virginity. By this point Zoe was living in constant fear. She knew what he was doing to her was despicable, but her father constantly threatened her. If she told her mother, brother or anyone else, he would kill them. If she brought shame on him and their family, he would kill her. At 14 her periods started, and the abuse had stopped for a short while. Within a month however, her father had invested in a box of condoms and lubricant so he could use her ass when her pussy was unavailable to him. He also procured and had her start taking contraceptive tablets. Zoe had never had a boyfriend before, and she had been considered frigid for years. When she was 16 she had arranged a date with a boy, but her father had checked her phone messages, and he beat the lad up, warning him off of Zoe in no uncertain terms. She had not dared to see anyone since. When she started working in the pub her father had objected at first, but Zoe's mother had intervened, and she had enjoyed the hours spent out of the house and having her own money for a change. Zoe had not been prepared for the inevitable male attention however and Dan had obviously picked up on this because he had been polite and gentle. His reputation had been appalling but his obvious repentance and his desire to have a proper relationship with her were very seductive. Even his mates became convinced he was serious about her. Dan was not the sort of guy to be intimidated by Zoe's dad. He carried heavy packages around as a delivery driver, and he was very fit physically. Dan made her feel secure, and sexually he had made few demands on her. Zoe was not adventurous sexually and Dan had become enamored with slow, passionate sex - something that had been missing from all his casual liaisons. Now, she knew he was bored but was too scarred sexually to try and talk to him about it. She had been thrilled when she found out she was pregnant and relieved that Dan had taken the sudden news so well. Moving out of her father's place had been so wonderful, and although he had been irritable and distant since she announced her pregnancy, he had kept his hands off of her since. Dan had no knowledge of her past until Zoe lost the baby. That was when she broke down and confessed her fears that the child could possibly have been her own father's. After his initial disgust at what that meant, he had tried to be supportive, but Zoe knew there just wasn't enough between them to bridge the yawning chasm that her revelation had opened. She didn't know how to bridge it and Dan had suddenly started acting as though there were no problems or issues between them. Once, after sex, he asked her out of the blue if her father ever made her cum and Zoe had been forced to confess that he had. He was losing respect for her and resenting the burden of knowledge she had placed on him. More than once he had asked her why she had told him. That had been particularly hurtful, to know that the one person in the world she had confided in didn't want that knowledge and could never look at her in the same way again. Dan was getting more controlling, always asking her where she had been and who she had spent her time with. Zoe was becoming accustomed for accounting for her day and even made a point of doing so to reassure him. It just seemed to be making him worse though, and now he spent his evenings propping up the end of the bar and watching her like she was some kind of psychotic nympho. Dan still hadn't worked out that the last thing Zoe was likely to go off and do was fuck somebody else. It was insulting and Zoe's patience with his constant mistrust was wearing thin.**************************************************************The basic plot Dan is going to become ever more controlling of Zoe and this will escalate into casual violence and violent sex. He will start to objectify her and to ask himself why he guards such a broken and defiled woman so jealously. His friends will continue to taunt him for falling into the trap of supporting a woman when she hasn't even borne him a child. He will also have the secret fear that the baby was actually Zoe's father's and that he himself is firing blanks. The knowledge that Zoe's father continued to force her into sex with him during the early part of their relationship, while she acted as though nothing was going on, will eat away at him until he can hardly look at her. Guilt will prevent him from dumping her but not from mistreating her. His own character flaws and insecurities will be a strong influencing factor in how things progress. How much Zoe is aware of that will be up to you. Dan's violence and anger will quickly subjugate Zoe into terrified compliance. He will humiliate her into performing for him the more lewd acts she was forced to perform for her father. He will start forcing her into bondage, anal sex, deep throating, facials and this will escalate into BDSM, sexual torture, asphyxiation and other, edgier acts. If she's played the whore for her own daddy, she can damn well do it for him. Dan is mentally competing with Zoe's dad and that will cause him to be largely oblivious to what his demands are doing to her. In his mind, she should not equate the two, and she should be willing to do these thingsbecauseit's him and not her old man who's asking. Once he starts hitting and abusing her, Dan will insist she quits her job at the pub before someone notices her bruises. His first moments of rage and savage lust will be unchecked in any way, and he will not have the pragmatic mind of an abuser. He will lash out, hitting her where people will notice, and he will then have to keep threatening her, hurting her and scaring her, so Zoe covers for him and doesn't tell anyone what he's done. Cold, calculated abuse will come later, once his confidence has grown, the point of no return has been crossed and once Zoe fears him so much that there's almost nothing he can't force her to do. Money will get tight and as Zoe is kept a prisoner in her own home and reduced to little better than a slave, the last shreds of humanity and pity for her will disappear and Dan will set up a website and start hiring her out for money. The spare room that was supposed to be for their baby will become the room she is kept in for hours at a time while clients use her for pretty much whatever they wish. To prevent Zoe from trying to get a client to rescue her, he'll drug her with enough tranquilizers to keep her pliant and apathetic. He'll put the word out that the grief of her miscarriage has made her agoraphobic and stand over her as she makes occasional calls to her family to allay their fears. Dan's utter disregard for Zoe and active contempt of her will reach its peak at this point. The more she is forced to do, the further she is objectified by him. For a while he will even cease to use her name, preferring derogatory words like slut, cunt, whore, bitch and the like. Even in his thoughts she will become 'the worthless little bitch' or 'the filthy whore.' Her name will not enter his head for quite a while and her working name will be porn star-esque anyway, so he won't have to refer to her as Zoe to clients. Once Dan has her reduced to this pitiful state, Zoe will actually start to become valuable to him again. The money he makes from whoring her out will boost his lifestyle dramatically, and he will quickly realize that no other woman on earth would put up with the way he treats her. Also, if she ever escaped their little flat and made it to a police station, he'd go away for a very long time. Dan takes other women, taking them on lavish dates with the money he's made from pimping Zoe, fucking them in view of her, showering them with the affection he rarely offers Zoe or even forcing her into bisexuality with them. He's living his own deviant, perverted dream and to maintain that, he will start rewarding her for good behavior and being affectionate enough towards Zoe to manipulate her and prevent her from completely losing hope. This is where things will again evolve between them. As Dan starts treating Zoe a little better and allowing himself to be close to her once more it will finally hit him just what he has put her through. He will feel abject remorse for using her horrific childhood as an excuse to treat her like an animal and Zoe's pathetic gratitude for the crumbs of affection and approbation he offers her will hammer home to Dan just what an appalling state she has been reduced to at his hands. Dan will start to spend more time with her and to remember why he fell for her in the first place and what she meant to him then. Piece by piece, Dan will start to put her shattered heart back together again. He will see how terrified she has truly become of him and how little she trusts him now and Dan will work hard to put that right. Eventually, he will be able to apologize, to dissemble and admit that he has been evil to her. They will finally talk frankly about Zoe's past and Dan's personal issues and a tentative bond of trust and love will be formed. Zoe will be too broken to his will to assert herself again and Dan will find that he does still love her and that her devotion to him, though bought at a terrible price, is something he can never hope to receive from any other woman. Their relationship will become one of consensual M/s as Dan learns how to Master himself and his temper and draw willing submission from Zoe rather than terrified compliance. Once love and trust are re-established, he will start to allow her more freedoms and rehabilitate her into being able to function normally outside the flat. And so they'll live happily ever after... eventually. Daniel Forrester Daniel Forrester Age: 26Brown shaggy long hair, 6 Ft. tall, 175 lbs. Muscular build. Blue eyes. Generally wears dark tee-shirts, blue jeans, boxer shorts, and sneakers or boots. It was a busy Saturday night in The Joiner's Arms. The two pool tables were occupied, with more people waiting to play, and some lads were murdering 'My Way' on the karaoke machine by insisting on doing it their way. It was 11pm and the pub was open until midnight. Zoe was working hard, pouring drinks while adding up the round and then entering the total into the pub's ancient till. Another girl, her friend Louise, was working beside her and there were a number of people waiting to be served, jostling and waving their money. Alone among the resellers was Daniel. Although he was with his brothers and some friends, what he was actually doing was sitting on a stool at the end of the bar and watching her. Zoe was a pretty girl and on a Saturday night she could get any number of compliments from guys and where she used to smile and brush them off gently, now she was turning into an ice-cold bitch queen because Dan didn't like it when she smiled too much." Oi Darwin!" Yelled a drunken bloke who was bored with waiting his turn. "I've lost my phone number, can I have yours?" Zoe could feel Dan bristling as though she had ESP. She smiled and answered loudly enough for Dan to hear."0208 889 9900."" That's not your number!"" No mate, Rickshaws Taxis. They'll get you home before I have to bar you." It would all have been harmless and good-natured were it not for the low level panic she felt the whole time Dan was in the pub. She was trying her best, wearing t shirts that were loose and showed nothing off, keeping her makeup to a minimum and tying her hair up into a ponytail. Louise by contrast was wearing a low cut halter, plenty of war paint, and she revealed in all the attention. Zoe felt dowdy and frumpy beside her, but it was really the least of her woes. Since the miscarriage, a word that neither of them ever used, Dan had been distant, going through the motions and refusing to communicate. After spending 3 months absolutely terrified that the baby might be her father's, Zoe had finally broken down and confessed the horror of her childhood. She had been doped up on painkillers at the time, tearful and grief-stricken. Now she wished so much that she had never said a word. Dan had been so utterly appalled. He had wanted to go and beat her father, John, to a pulp but Zoe had not been able to bear him leaving. Even worse than the way Zoe had been abused was the revelation that it had continued right up until she had moved in with Dan. She felt terrible about it, but she had been so close to escaping her father after all these years that in the scheme of things, it hadn't seemed that important. Looking at Dan's wounded features however, Zoe realized that in fact it made all the difference in the world. Dan sat at the end of the bar, with his mates around him, but he wasn't paying them much attention anymore, frankly he was sick and tired of their childish attitudes, and he wished they'd just leave him alone. He had more important things to worry about, and she was behind the bar, working. Ever since Zoe had lost the baby, their relationship had begun to slide downhill. Dan knew it was all her fault too, ever since she told him what happened, he couldn't look at her in the same light as before. Fathers were supposed to protect their children, not fuck them. His own Father was a Son of a Bitch, and Dan had been beaten by him more times than he cared to remember, but then again he and his brothers had deserved it. That was of course in between him cheating on Mum. He'd hurt her in many ways, both physical and mental, but Mum never left, and Dan couldn't understand why. Then one day he'd come home from his summer job, as it had been raining, and he found his Mum in bed with the Postman. Dan was sure of it now, thinking back to the look on his Mothers face when he caught her with that man, All women were sluts and whores. Even Zoe. Especially Zoe. He own Father had fucked her for years, and she'd even admitted to him one night that she enjoyed it and even came from his infectious sex with her. Zoe was the worst kind of slut, she didn't even know she was one, but Dan did. Even now as he sat there and watched her from his stool, Dan knew that if he had not kept after Zoe, she'd dress just like that slut she was working with tonight. Even the way she looked now, blokes were still hitting on her, and he sighed. He picked up his glass and drained it, and he pounded the bar twice with the bottom of the glass, knowing that Zoe would hear it, and come with another for him. She looked over at him, and held up her finger, and went back to pouring drinks while talking to the patrons. It took her five minutes to bring him his beer, and Dan was fuming mad. He grabbed Zoe's arm when she set his beer down, "You're Boss pays you to pour drinks, not to be the fucking entertainment here Zoe. You can't do a bloody thing right, now can you?" He said, as he pushed her arm away. "Chatting it up with the boy's isn't putting any money in my pockets either, you slut." She tried not to rise to his harsh words. Daniel when sober was enough of an unknown quantity these days but after a few beers he was dangerously unpredictable. His eyes flashed as he grabbed her hand, pressing his thumb into the delicate flesh of her wrist, hurting her and enjoying it. Zoe had thought she had paid for her new life with Dan, paid the bitter price of 12 years of abuse at the hands of her father. They had been so happy when they moved into their new place, such a short time ago. She had never been looked at with the level of cold contempt that was in Dan's eyes these days. Despite his behavior, she still loved him. Zoe wished with all her heart that she could make things right between them, but she had no clue how. At least he hadn't spoken of her shameful past to anyone else, as far as she knew anyway. It irked her that he expected preferential treatment at the bar, that she should drop everything and come running. Her friends were all telling her to get rid of him, appalled at the way he was treating her after the miscarriage she had been through. Move back home and get rid of him, they said. Yeah, right. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Zoe was throwing her lot in with Dan and hoping that in time he would see she had had no choice where her father was concerned. John had been so manipulative, malevolent and sadistic, there was no way to articulate to Dan the hold that man had had over her from such a young age. She had normalized the abuse to such a degree that it was easy to pretend nothing was going on. She had thought she was shielding Dan but in reality she had created a ticking relationship time bomb and losing the baby had detonated it with devastating consequences. She kept her voice level, aware that people were starting to stare at them. It was obvious Dan was holding her too tightly and his expression was menacing. The fear was evident in her wide green eyes, and she tried to gently pull her hand away as she spoke, but Dan was having none of it." You know I can't help what guys say, and I always tell them to get lost. This is a bar Dan, not a convent. People are waiting, please let me go... come on, it's not fair on Louise." Zoe tried to mentally add up how many pints he'd had, but she'd lost track. Dan drank strong, imported lager and while he could hold his drink, her shift had been from 3pm, and it would be 1am before everything was closed up, cleaned down and re-stocked. Dan had come straight from work and Zoe had been coerced into ordering him free food again. She was going to lose her job the way he was going. He finally noticed they were causing a scene, and he let her go, shoving her hand away and snatching up his beer. Everything about his demeanor said 'we are not done yet.' Zoe saw how tight his grip was on his beer, how tense his muscles were. She hated it when he got like this. Zoe shrugged apologetically and went over to serve the next customer. It was a few moments later that she remembered she had forgotten to charge him again. Dan had a way of driving everything else from her mind and as nervous tension boiled in the pit of her stomach, Zoe came to a new revelation. He's scaring me now. I am afraid of my own boyfriend. "You know I can't help what guys say, and I always tell them to get lost. This is a bar Dan, not a convent. People are waiting, please let me go... come on, it's not fair on Louise." "Fuck her too..." he said snarling under his breath. He let go of Zoe quickly like she had some kind of disease, and he gave her a stare that said we're not finished bitch, as she walked away. Fucking Louise, that cunt was always sticking her nose into Zoe's business. He knew what they all thought about him, and Dan could have cared less. He'd fuck that bitch right in front of Zoe, then they'd really have something to talk about hen, he thought with a smirk. Leave him... what the fuck was she going to do, go crawling back to her fucking Daddy on her knee's begging for his cocci again? He looked at Zoe and snarled, 'probably' just that. He fucking hated her." There all bitches..." he muttered as he raised his glass to his lips. "Sluts and whores, all of 'em." He drained his beer, and he looked around, seeing his brother Rich, and he punched him in the arm." You got any fucking blow, bro," he said chuckling at his joke. His brother nodded, and they headed off together to the bathroom, working their way through the crowd. Once inside, they locked the door, and Rich laid out a thick line for his brother. Dan rolled a bill, and he snorted half in each nostril." Thanks man," he muttered and he wiped his nose clean. "I've been here all night, and I needed the lift." Rich did he lines, snorting loudly, and he loved at his brother." I don't see why you waste your time with that bitch." Rich said smirking. "She can't even hold a fucking child." he said shaking his head. Dan grunted. "Wasn't meet to be mate, it was her fucking fathers baby.""WHAT!" Rich exclaimed. Dan nodded his head, looking at his feet in shame. "Holy Shit..." Rich muttered. Dan looked up into his brothers eyes, "Said he'd been using her ass since she was a little kid too."" She never tried to get him busted for it?" Rich asked, and he put his arm on his brothers shoulder. Dan looked down, embarrassed and he shook his head no. "Said he'd fuck kill her or some shit." he muttered." Dump the fucking bitch Dan. I mean it, get rid of her fucking ass. You know Dad would." Dan glared at his brother. "Don't you ever faking mention HIM again." Dan hit the wall with his fist, drawing blood, and he didn't even feel it." I can't dump her Rich, I love the bitch!" he exclaimed, "Just like Dad loves Mom." he SID quietly. Dan rubbed hand over his face, leaving a thin line of blood over his eyes." You know I caught Mom in bed once with the Postman, Rich? They were fucking their asses off, and I knew dad was at work yet. She begged me not to tell Dad, she got on her fucking knees right in front of me Rich, and begged me not to tell our Father that she was a fucking whore! She fucking pulled my cock out and sucked me off right in my fucking bedroom!" Rich stood there, his mouth open, just staring at Dan. "You fucked our Mother?" he asked, not believing the words he was saying. Dan hung his head in shame, and he nodded yes." Your no fucking better than that bar bitch your screwing. You two fucking deserve each other." he said angrily, and he walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Dan started crying. "I know..." he whispered to himself. Now his shame was complete. He pulled the bottom of his tee-shirt out, and he wiped his eyes with it, and we walked out of the bathroom to find his bitch. They did deserve each other, he thought. Dan looked for Zoe behind the bar, and he smiled a wicked grin at her. He'd fix everything tonight with her, he loved her. They could make their own baby again, and he'd start tonight. Zoe was many things, but stupid was not one of them. Dan strode from the men' room with new energy and purpose which meant one thing - coke. He made a point of staring at her and his eyes glittered with intent. Zoe knew already she was going to be in for a rough time later, but she hadn't bargained for Dan piling a line or two onto his beer buzz. The police had only been sniffing around the place a few weeks ago and there was Dan, snorting drugs in the pub she worked at. The stupid bastard was determined to get her fired or worse, arrested for condoning drug use on the premises. Zoe felt her anxiety kick up a gear, and she completely lost track of the round she was pouring. She went over to the till, flustered and uncertain of what she should be ringing up." He's trouble you know, and nothing but." A deep voice cut into her thoughts. Tony, a regular customer who knew the three Forrester boys of old, nodded sagely. Dan had returned to his spot at the corner of the bar, oblivious to the cut on his hand that suggested he'd been fighting. A smear of blood lay across one eyebrow, giving him a quizzical expression."Oh, fucking hell." Zoe spat under her breath. She threw the coins into the till draw and slammed it shut with more force than was necessary. Zoe grabbed a paper napkin from where cutlery was stored and marched over to her wayward man. Her pity and fear were giving way to exasperation, and it was dangerous ground to tread." You're bleeding." She pointed out neutrally, holding out the napkin, which Dan took with bad grace. "Dare I ask why? There's some on your eye too." He remained sullen, not meeting her eyes because he knew she'd spot his dilated pupils a mile off. Zoe lowered her voice to an irritable whisper. "Do you have to do that here? I work Hardin, I can think of 5 pubs off the top of my head that Rich drinks in." His eyes flashed once more, and she tried vainly to appear diplomatic. "People are noticing the state you're in. You can't stomp round all night like Attila The Hun with PMT. PleaseDan... I'll be finished soon and then we can go home. Just wind your neck in a bit... ok?" Zoe exhaled sharply with an exhausted and agitated sigh. Why did he have to make everything a battle? "You're bleeding." she said handing him a napkin." Dare I ask why? There's some on your eye too." "No, you may NOT ask fucking why." Dan said, looking down. This was just nuts, he thought, why should he give a shit what she thought. "Not that it's any of your business, but my brother and I were talking about parenting in the bathroom, and I got mad and punched the wall." Dan had made the mistake of looking at Zoe, and she went off on him. Zoe lowered her voice to an irritable whisper." Do you have to do that here? I work here Dan, I can think of 5 pubs off the top of my head that Rich drinks in." Dan spit on the floor, not in her face as he wanted to. He whispered to her, with palace in his voice." Yeah? Well shit Zoe, I can point out at least 20 blokes in here, right now, that are lit up like a neon sign. Why don't you check THEIR fucking Eyes before you complain about me? Yeah, my brother can take his money anywhere, I'm sure the hundred pounds he dropped in this bar tonight would be appreciated elsewhere." Zoe sighed and tried a different approach, a more diplomatic one. She put her hand on his, and he said quietly. "People are noticing the state you're in. You can't stomp round all night like Attila The Hun with PMT. Please, Dan... I'll be finished soon and then we can go home. Just wind your neck in a bit... ok?""PM What? What the fuck are you talking about? Look Zoe, I've had a long day, and all I want to do is stay awake long enough to make love to you tonight, is that such a bad thing? Yes, you heard me right, I want to make another baby with you honey." Dan sighed, and he looked at Zoe. "Look, I'm sorry... OK!. Please... just get all this shit wrapped up honey, all I want to do is to go home with you Zoe. I do love you, in case you've forgotten." "... Look Zoe, I've had a long day, and all I want to do is stay awake long enough to make love to you tonight, is that such a bad thing? Yes, you heard me right, I want to make another baby with you honey." Dan sighed, and he looked at Zoe. "Look, I'm sorry... OK!. Please... just get all this shit wrapped up honey, all I want to do is to go home with you Zoe. I do love you, in case you've forgotten." She froze, her jaw falling open as she grabbed the bar in order to steady herself. Zoe could not believe what she was hearing. Another baby? The last one hadn't exactly been planned and these days Dan could barely look at her. What the hell was he thinking? Well he wasn't thinking at all, was he? Stupid man was wasted. Trust Dan to get all fucking resolute on her at a time like this. Zoe was completely sober, but she was really no match for Dan when he'd got a bee in his bonnet about something. This was going to be tricky. Her lips twisted at his tone. He always said 'I love you' grudgingly these days, as though she should be pathetically grateful. Zoe didn't trust herself to say anything, she just leaned over the bar on tiptoes and gave him a kiss. With any luck at all he would have forgotten all about this announcement by the time they went home, fighting him on it would just make Dan start 'putting his foot down,' one of his new favorite phrases. His features softened a little and Zoe smiled and moved away to start serving again. The crushing, heart-wrenching guilt Zoe felt for the loss of that tiny scrap of humanity she had been carrying around was impossible to articulate. She had been horrified when she first found out, sat alone on the restroom of the bathroom at home; the bathroom which had never had a fucking lock on the door, one of her father's favorite places to touch and intimidate her. Armed with a pack of 3 tests, she had peed on them all and lined them up along the windowsill, watching the urine track its way upwards. Positive. Positive. Positive. Right then she had felt her stomach convulse, racked with the terrifying prospects of telling Dan, her family and her GP. What if it was not Dan's baby, and somehow it was found out? What if it was deformed or disabled because of the inbreeding? Could she really condemn a child to that fate and then let Dan raise it? How did she find out if it was going to be ok without it becoming obvious that the father was a close relative? Right then, Zoe knew she had cursed that little bundle of cells inside her, rejected it emotionally, wishing fervently that it had never been conceived. What baby could thrive in a poisoned environment like that, feeding on her shame, fear and self loathing via the umbilicus? Zoe felt that she had condemned that child, that she was solely responsible for its failure to survive. She hadn't eaten properly, she'd been stressed and upset almost the whole time, every test, scan and examination threatening to throw up something that cast doubt over Dan's paternity. In retrospect, it was amazing the poor kid had lasted as long as it had. The day she had lost her baby, Zoe had woken up beside Dan feeling happier than she had for a long time. It had been a Sunday and the two of them had had nothing to do, cuddling and kissing in bed before some gentle lovemaking and a lazy breakfast. That day, Dan had told her he loved her, and it had lit up his face because he had truly meant it. By lunchtime, she was kneeling on the floor in agony, bleeding all over her clothes while Dan brought his car around. They had thrown towels over the passenger seat, but there was still a stain there that made her feel like crying every time she got in the car. By the time they made the hospital it was all over and nothing but aftercare could be offered. Dan had been wonderful throughout the whole ordeal, right up until Zoe broke down into helpless, guilt ridden tears and confessed to her past between sobs. There had been no suspicious circumstances, she and Dan had appeared a normal, happy couple. There were few tests performed as the baby had been too small when she lost it. The paternity of that little life would forever be a mystery. Zoe had had to endure a 'scrape' to ensure everything was removed from the womb and what remained of her child had been incinerated without ceremony. It was all so clinical, so unlike the terrible grief she carried wherever she went. She could not do it again, could not lose another baby. They had been told she should not try to conceive for at least 3 months, until her cycle had settled down. She could not start taking an oral contraceptive until she had had a period and Dan had never been fond of wearing condoms. Zoe had no clue how she was going to prevent him from getting his way on this, but somehow she was going to have to. They weren't ready for a baby, they never had been. Things passed quietly enough between them until closing. Dan remained at the bar, quite clearly drunk now. He made no move to offer to help Zoe and Louise with anything, just sat there while they ran around emptying the glass washer and re-stocking fridges. Dan sat at the bar slowly loosing it, as the coke wore off. He had some in his pocket, a parting gift from his brother, but he'd be dammed if he'd listen to Zoe bitch about him doing it in the bar, even if it was closed. He'd been around drugs and women his whole life. Furthermore, he and his brothers used to have orgies, where they snorted lines off bitches tit's, or they'd do hits of crack while the cunt were blowing them under the table. There was nothing like the feeling of blowing the top of your head off with a good Crack hit, while you dumped a load in a crack whores frantically sucking mouth. He had so much of it, he got sick of it. Then he met Zoe and everything changed for him. He even tried to straighten out for her, only smoking some pot once in a while, or having a few beers. He'd been good to Zoe, he loved the hell out of her, and she loved him back with a burning passion that met his own. When they'd found out she was pregnant, Dan felt such pride at being a Father... He'd do everything right, and not live up to the legacy his Father had shamed their family with. Dan would be a good parent, and a devoted husband, and NOTHING would stop him. Then one day, on a happy day, one of the precious few they had together, Zoe lost the baby. Dan knew she was not taking care of herself, he tried to talk to her about it, but every time he mentioned the baby's health, she got mad, or ran off crying. Dan just couldn't figure out what the fuck was wrong with her. How could she NOT give a shit about the baby? Zoe was crying her eyes out after it happened, and Dan had never seen her so grief stricken. But there was something else too, she looked.... relieved, like a burden had been removed, or something. Finally Dan couldn't stand it anymore, and he put his foot down. Dan's heart was ripped out of his chest over what had happened, and at times Zoe looked like she'd just won the fucking Lottery, in between her fit's of crying. He knew she wasn't a virgin when he had taken her. He'd never asked her about her dating history, and he just assumed some wanker had lucked into fucking her at some time in her past. The bottom dropped out of Dan's mind when Zoe let it slip out that, saying everything was over and done with now, and they could get on with their life's. Dan asked her what she meant by that. Zoe had a look of sheer panic on her face, and refused to talk about it. Dan didn't let it drop though, and he kept badgering Zoe till she screamed at him that the baby probably wasn't his anyway. Dan thought she had cheated on him, then Zoe told him a wild story that he just couldn't fucking believe, that her Father had raped and abused her for years, even after she was pregnant, and she'd been with Dan for several months. Dan thought she was lying to cover up an affair. His own Father was an asshole, but even He would never do such a thing, although his Mother would stoop that low, fucking him to stay out of trouble, to ensure his silence. Dan knew what Zoe told him was the truth then, and it had eaten at his mind ever since. The only thing Dan wanted more than anything was to get back to the time when he and Zoe were really happy together, which was when she was pregnant. Dan didn't think about the money, he could make that anytime he wanted too, with a good drug score. All Dan wanted was to be happy again, what the fuck was so wrong with that? He was shaken out of his thoughts when the bar lights were turned off, and Zoe came to him, telling him it was time to go. Dan got off his stool on wobbly legs, and he looked into Zoe's eyes. "We deserve to be happy Zoe, Dammit we deserve it, and I'm going to make us happy honey." He threw his arms around her, and he yanked her to him." This time it will be just us, my fucking baby, and you can be proud of me again." he said slurring his speech as he pointed to the door. "Let's go home and fuck us up a baby... baby" he said laughing, "This time it will be just us, my fucking baby, and you can be proud of me again." he said slurring his speech as he pointed to the door. "Let's go home and fuck us up a baby... baby" he said laughing." Louise threw Zoe a sympathetic look and then marched over to her car. Dan and Zoe were walking home. She couldn't drive, and he was having some difficulty with walking just now. He leaned on her heavily in what he probably imagined was a romantic fashion, but Zoe was exhausted and Dan was no pixie. Her mind was reeling as she tried to think of a way to suggest contraception that wouldn't send Dan steaming into a towering rage. It hurt her that he was fixated on this baby idea. Before that the two of them had been enough, and she had liked knowing he had given up his wild ways just for her. Now it seemed he resented her and that she was only good for a warm, wet pussy and a walking incubator. She was no longer enough for him on her own, he would not drop the idea of getting her pregnant again. Zoe tried to gently reason with him as they reached the road their apartment building was on." Dan, you know we can't tonight. The doctors said I mustn't get pregnant for at least three months. If we do it now it could be dangerous for me and for a baby. I can't go back on the pill yet so... Dan... you're going to have to wear a condom this time... please? Or..." Zoe was trying to be inventive now. "Or you could just not cum in my pussy, I'm sure that would be alright. Do you understand what I'm saying love?" She felt him tense beside her and her heart sank even before he gathered his thoughts enough to reply. Panic began to rise within her again. Zoe was doing it to him again, Dan thought, as they walked back to their flat. He couldn't drive home "You're to drunk" now she's telling him he couldn't have sex... Dan was sick of it, sick of her telling him what he could do. His Father wouldn't put up with this shit, why should he? Fathers... I bet she never said no to daddy... god dammed bitch.... Dan thought looking at Zoe as they walked together. He wanted to smack her so fucking bad... his brother was right... nothing but a useless cunt." Fine... whatever Zoe. I'll just go wank off in the loo. Then you won't have to worry about your precious pussy." Dan said. The menace in his voice silenced her ABD they walked up the steps to their little flat stony faced. Zoe assumed with the skinful Dan had had he would want the toilet first so she made no move towards the bathroom. She was so tired, too tired to be putting up with his shit and trying to reason with him while he was steaming. Zoe went to the bedroom to strip and get under the covers, but she abruptly changed her mind. She'd never talk Dan round if she did that. She flipped the kettle on and sat at the kitchen table. The unmistakable sound of someone snorting a line emanated from the bathroom. Fucking great. How much more of the stuff did he have? Zoe dropped her gaze to the table. Her hands were trembling. There was something different about Dan tonight, indefinably but chillingly different. How could he want to knock up a woman he could hardly stand? 'Let's fuck us up a baby.' How romantic. What a fucking way to conceive. Zoe poured herself a cup of tea, her stomach twisting and writhing with nervous apprehension. Dan walked out of the bathroom after he'd snorted a line. He wanted to save some for later, so he'd only done enough to last for a little while, just long enough for him to take care of Zoe. He went to the bedroom, and he took off his clothes, and he walked into the kitchen, and he found Zoe sitting at the table sipping her tea. He sat down beside her, and he just watched her for a minute. Furthermore, he looked at her, and he watched the cup shake slightly as she brought it to her lips." Tired eh?" he asked. Zoe looked up at him, and she nodded, and she closed her eyes, trying to relax." I've been thinking about what you said, and I decided I don't want to fuck you after all, so I'll settle for a good blow job, instead." He said, as he smiled across the table at her. In his state, this was about as much as Zoe could have hoped for so she tried not to let the anger show in her expression. She hated it when he talked to her like this, like sex was his due by right, and he was being so fucking magnanimous by not insisting on it. She drank a little more of her tea and then knelt on the floor, unzipping the crotch of his jeans and hoping to have this done with quickly. Dan was a well-endowed man. His cock was a full 8 inches and eye-waveringly thick. When Zoe had first seen it, she had naively wondered if it would ever fit inside her. The only other cock she'd seen erect, her father's, was about 5 inches and narrower. Dan was stupidly proud of his cock and pretty much everyone at the pub had seen it at least once when he'd been drunk and stupid in his wild days before they got together. He had such energy when on coke, it made her even more tired just to look at him. Zoe took his semi-erect cock in her mouth and started sucking it. Her mouth was still warm from her hot drink and even though she took as much as she could and settled into getting him off, Dan started pushing his hips towards her and threatening to make her gag. His hand was on her ponytail, but he often did that, just stroking her hair as she sucked him. Zoe reached up to cup and stroke his balls, moving her rhythm up a gear and trying to please him. Dan watched the reaction from Zoe as he told her he'd settle for a blow job. It was a bitches' duty to take care of her man, and the sooner she realised it, the better off they'd both be. She took another drink of her tea, and she slid off her seat, and she crawled to him like a good little bitch. Dan was happy to see that, maybe she was learning her proper place after all, but he knew he had to knock that attitude out of her, and make her compliant to him. When she put his cock into her mouth, Dan spoke. "See you know your place bitch, on your knees taking care of my needs." He took her ponytail in his hand, and he started lightly thrusting himself into her hot wet mouth, giving her a full mouthful, till she almost gagged. Dan was going to show Zoe, show her what a proper bitch did for the pleasure of his cock. He twisted his hand around her ponytail, and he growled at her." You can do better than that you bar whore!" and he shoved himself fully into her mouth, holding Zoe's head firmly in place, while she panicked and started to gag on his fat cock. Dan pulled her off his cock by her tail, and he smacked her face with his open palm, not too hard, just enough to assure that the bitch had his attention." You do a good job you slut, and I'll fuck your ass, but if you don't, I'll whip it first with my belt, and then fuck it. Either way, you've sleeping with my cum in your ass you worthless cocksucking bitch!" He shoved her head back down on him, and he heard Zoe groan, in what he thought was passion. "Yeah, that's it you bar whore, suck that big fat cock!" he said, shoving himself fully into her helpless mouth. She tried to pull back, but Dan wasn't allowing it. Zoe gagged and retched on his cock while she fought him for every single breath. It hurt so deeply to be called a 'bar whore' and if he thought he was going to fuck her ass, he was mistaken. Zoe had never let anyone take her there because it brought back too many bad memories. Dan thrust forwards, but Zoe pushed him back with her hands and moved away from him, preparing to stand rather than stay kneeling at his feet." My place Scott your fucking feet you arrogant asshole!" She yelled. "You're not fucking my ass either, why do you have to be such a bastard when you're on drugs?" Zoe shoved him away with all her strength and marched to the bedroom. There was no way in hell she was being treated like that by a man who professed to love her. "My place is not at your fucking feet you arrogant asshole!" She yelled. "You're not fucking my ass either, why do you have to be such a bastard when you're on drugs?" Dan saw red when Zoe went off on him, and he grabbed her arm squeezing it tight, not caring if he was hurting the bitch or not. "You're fucking place is where ever I say Bitch!" He pulled Zoe right to his face, his breath blowing her hair as he yelled at her." I don't need drugs to be a bastard, they just make it more fun," he said with an evil laugh. Zoe reacted in terror, and she jerked herself away from him. Dan grinned again feeding off her fear. He would take the bitch, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Dan watched her as she marched off to the bedroom, and he shook his head, thinking it's where he wanted the bitch in the first place. He shoved the unlatched door open, and it hit the wall with a loud bang. Zoe was standing by the bed all full of herself, and Dan walked right up to her, and he grabbed her by the hair. "Get your fucking clothes off before I rip them off you, slut!" Dan said then he pushed her onto the bed, and he started to take his clothes off. Zoe looked dazed not believing what was going on, but Dan paid no attention to her as he stripped. Soon he stood before her naked, his cock pointing at Zoe, and he grew more irritated with her as she just sat there looking at him with her pathetic eyes." What in the hell do you think your doing, I said to Strip!" Dan said slapping Zoe on her cheek, then he reached down grabbing her shirt, and he tried to rip it apart. He grew more frustrated when the material didn't tear apart. Dan smacked her other cheek with his hand, and he went for her pants, determined to bare his bitch for a good fuck." You can't do a fucking thing right can you bitch! I'm going to take you one way or the other Cunt" He growled. He towered over her as she lay on the bed, watching him undress in total disbelief. Things had been more than precarious between them of late, but Dan had never spoken to her like that, never ordered her to suck him or announced he was going to fuck her as though she had no say in the matter. His previous comment about fucking her ass had also terrified her. His cock was hard and livid and Dan was clumsy with her when he'd been drinking... or worse... when it came to regular sex. The thought of him forcing her into anal sex, with that big cock of his and a total disregard for her consent or pleasure, it had temporarily stunned her." What in the hell do you think your doing, I said to Strip!" His hand stung her face and she saw his fist clench before he threatened her with the backhand. Zoe finally acknowledged that she was way out of her depth and that further refusal or procrastination would only enrage him. Before she could move however, he was ripping at her T-shirt, trying to pull it apart. The material refused to yield and without any warning he struck her again. Zoe actually cowered." You can't do a fucking thing right can you bitch! I'm going to take you one way or the other Cunt"His snarl was feral, totally menacing. Now he was yanking on her jeans, not giving her any opportunity to obey him, getting more pissed off as the tight denim refused to budge. She opened the button and zipper and within moments he had pulled them off of her. She had never seen him so angry and violent. Zoe pulled off the rest of her clothes as fast as she could, desperately hoping she could appease him because even in the midst of everything that was happening, there was one awful thought obliterating all else from her mind." Dan... you remember what the doctor said? You... you can't get me pregnant yet... it would be dangerous... we could have a disabled baby or something. PleaseDan... pleased on'get me pregnant." Without any form of conscious decision, Zoe had her head lowered and was addressing the floor. Instinct told her not to look him in the eye right now. His cock was right there in her face and she knelt on the bed on all fours, stroking it while he glared at her." PleaseDan..." She begged, taking his swollen member into her mouth and sucking it, hoping to please him and maybe calm him a little. Dan was happy to see that Zoe finally realised that he was meaning business, when he slapped her face. She was learning her place as she looked to the floor." Dan... you remember what the doctor said? You... you can't get me pregnant yet... it would be dangerous... we could have a disabled baby or something. Please, Dan... please don't get me pregnant." He smiled hearing her plead for him not to fuck her cunt, so she could not get pregnant. Dan had no problem with that he'd just fuck her ass, instead." See bitch, you can cooperate when you really want too," Dan said sneering, as Zoe reached up to him, grabbing his cock, and sucking it. Dan grabbed her hair again, and he pulled it back, taking Zoe's head off his cock. He bent her head back till she looked into his eyes. Dan saw fear, and he tasted victory over his bitch." You worthless cunt, bitches crawl across the floor for the opportunity to suck and fuck my cock, and I'm fucking sick and tired of you telling me what I can do. I won't knock you up Zoe, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to fuck you tonight. The sooner you get that in that thick head of yours, the happen we both will be." Dan pushed her head back onto his cock, and he ordered, "Get busy slut, if you please me now, I may let you sleep tonight, if not, well.... Let's just say you'll wish like hell you did." he growled at his bitch, as he started ramming his cock into Zoe, face again, yanking her hair with every thrust of his hips, using her like the whore she really was. Dan heard his bitch gag, and he smiled. Even as she gagged and choked on his cock, Zoe was fuming inside. Dan thought he was God's gift to women, but the truth was that wherever there were plenty of cash and drugs, stupid women followed. It was quite possible that Dan had extorted enough sexual favors from women to acquire the distorted belief that he was irresistible but for him to believe his own hype to this degree was just ridiculous. His words had struck her like a punch to the gut, twisting there like a knife blade as Zoe knelt there hopelessly, choking and panicking." I won't knock you up Zoe, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to fuck you tonight. The sooner you get that in that thick head of yours, the happen we both will be." She knew where this was going, and she wanted desperately to make him stop and reconsider. Dan had been funny about her sexual reservation ever since he had learned about her terrible childhood. It was almost as though he resented the fact that there were sexual activities that brought horrific memories flooding back to her. He had done a reasonable job of pretending to give a fuck thus far, but it seemed that all pretence was over with now. She had never known was a total asshole Dan was. He had done such a convincing job of showing her that he had changed his ways. Zoe had never really considered until recently just how much of a thug, criminal and sexual predator he had been. The way he switched seamlessly from 'let's make a baby and heal our relationship' to 'kneel and gag on it before I fuck your ass you worthless cunt' was just obscene. Despite all that, she was going to town on his cock. If she made him cum there was an outside chance that he'd be too tired and drunk to carry out his threat. Dan felt like a King, his bitch was doing as he wanted, and he was getting ready to blow a load in her mouth. Zoe was compliant enough, he really loved using her like this, as a piece of fuck meat, for his pleasure. But Dan also knew there would be no going back to the way things were before. He was so fucking tired of apologizing to the bitch. So her father had fucked her for years, now it was his turn and he'd be damned if that bastard father of hers get the best of her. Zoe was HIS Bitch now, and nothing would change that. He'd take what he wanted, and he really disc't give a damn what she thought anymore. Dan groaned as he faces fucked Zoe, holding her head still by the iron grip of her hair." Things are going to fucking change around here Zoe! You seem to care for no one but yourself anymore, It's always 'I and me' and you don't give a flipping fuck about how I feel. Do you really think that ANY other man would have your worthless ass after you have been knocked up by Daddy? Your nothing but a whore Zoe, just a stupid fucking walking, talking useless little cunt!" Dan gripped Zoe's hair tighter pulling her back so just the tip of his was still in her mouth. Dan laughed at the bitch on her knees before him. He ripped his cock out of her mouth, and he slapped her face with it several times, watching her cheeks getting smeared up with her saliva and his pre-cum." Well your MY useless Cunt now Bitch, get used to it, get used to pleasing me on your fucking knees, you cock loving whore!" He shoved his big cock back into her mouth, and he's fucking his bitches face harder, hearing her gagging and OT caring anymore. Dan groaned to his bitch. "After I'm done with your mouth, I'm taking your fucking ass, so you don't get knocked up in your precious fucking cunt, you bitch!" He lightly smacked her face while she had a mouthful of him, "Suck Goddammit!" he groaned, feeling his mastery over the woman he loved." Your damn ass is mine now Zoe not your Fathers. You'll do as your told from now on Bitch!" Dan groaned feeling his orgasm coming. "Yesssssssssssss" he hissed as he felt the first jet of his white-hot spunk splash into her wildly sucking mouth, and he pinned her to his belly making the useless bitch gag on his exploding cock. Her wild gyrations and frantic need to breathe, pushed his orgasm to new heights.Finally, he let the bitch go, tossing her onto the floor like the useless cunt she was. He let Zoe lay on the floor, and he walked out of their bedroom, looking for a cold beer in the fridge. Zoe knelt there, powerless to even begin trying to fight back. Dan's fist in her hair kept her face exactly where he wanted it as his muscular hips pi stoned his hard cock in and out of her. He was giving her no opportunity to breathe, and her light-headedness increased as he snarled down at her, towering over her and telling her in no uncertain terms what she truly was to him. The tears that rolled down Zoe's face were not entirely from choking." Things are going to fucking change around here Zoe! You seem to care for no one but yourself anymore, It's always 'I and me' and you don't give a flipping fuck about how I feel. Do you really think that ANY other man would have your worthless ass after you have been knocked up by Daddy? Your nothing but a whore Zoe, just a stupid fucking walking, talking useless little cunt!" She gasped in shock at the menace and contempt in his voice, which only served to give Dan deeper access to her throat. He took advantage of it with a grunt of pleasure. Just when Zoe could feel herself beginning to faint, Dan pulled out of her without warning and started slapping her face with his dick, covering her in strings of spit and pre-cum while he sneered at her triumphantly. He paused to slowly stroke himself a few times, keeping her face close to his cock as she gulped down air and stared up at him, terrified and appalled at the sudden change in him. He was drinking in her fear, his eyes raking over her and glittering with savage lust. Dan was thoroughly enjoying this, Zoe realized as her stomach twisted that her terror was actually heightening his enjoyment. It was sick. His words echoed in her head, confirming what her father had always told her." You must never tell, Zoe... people will not understand. They will hate you. No matter what you tell them they will look at you and see what you've done and what you are. You're a useless, worthless little slut, Zoe and playing the victim won't change that." Now, despite everything she had gone through to get out of her home and away from her father, Dan was proving him right and picking up his mantle. She simply could not believe it. Was she really so dirty and defiled that no man could truly love her now? Dan's voice cut into her thoughts." Well your MY useless Cunt now Bitch, get used to it, get used to pleasing me on your fucking knees, you cock loving whore!" He rammed himself into her throat again, battering against her and bruising her lips, choking her violently as he gripped her head and fucked her." After I'm done with your mouth, I'm taking your fucking ass, so you don't get knocked up in your precious fucking cunt, you bitch... Your damn ass is mine now Zoe not your Fathers. You'll do as your told from now on Bitch... Yesssssssssssss"She was barely coherent by the time he blew his load into her, and it was almost a relief to swallow it down and have this terrible ordeal over with. When he was done, Dan pulled out and shoved her away from him, sending her backwards across the floor. Zoe lay there, shocked and half asphyxiated, gasping air and shaking violently from adrenaline and oxygen deprivation. She heard the fridge open and close before the unmistakable pop of a beer can reach her incredulous ears. She lifted her head to see Dan leaning against the bedroom door, swigging from his can as though nothing had happened. Furthermore, she had hoped that once he had got this out of his system and cum, he would be sorry for the way he had treated her. That hope was yet another to be dashed however as she scanned his face for traces of remorse and found none. Zoe got unsteadily to her feet and tottered to the bathroom to wash her face. She locked the door behind her, then sat with her back against it while she tried to take in what Dan had just done to her and more importantly, what he had threatened to do next. Dan smiled as he watched his bitch get off the floor, and walk into the bathroom. She had puked up some of his cum while trying to get her breath back, and he loved how fucking used she looked. He imagined a bunch of his friends standing around the bitch while they jerked off over her, covering her face with their cum. He'd make them pay to use his bitch too, them, and anyone else who wanted to get their rocks off on his worthless cum loving slut. Dan slid down the wall opposite the bathroom, and he heard Zoe crying inside, and he smiled." I know you can hear me in there cunt. You know I'm right Zoe, your Father fucking poisoned you by taking you at such an early age. Secretly you love being used like the worthless cunt you are, honey. Stick your fingers in your twat, and tell me you're not dripping wet, from the way I used you in the bedroom, sweetheart." Dan took another drink of his beer, and he smacked his lips, enjoying the taste." You are going to learn to love it Zoe, and pretty soon you're going to crawl on your fucking knees and beg me to use you like that, use you like the worthless little tramp you secretly are. That's the only way men will love you Zoe, they'll take what they want from you, and toss you aside like Daddy did after he come to your worthless cunt. After Daddy left you soaked in his cum, what did you do Zoe, cry into your pillow all night, swearing to call the fucking cops on him? No, you piece of trash, you went and shoved your fingers in your well fucked virgin hole, and you got yourself off again, did you, you tramp. Who did you think about while your fingers were digging in that slimy fucked cunt of yours Zoe? I'll Tell You Who, DADDY! You fucking wanted more of Daddy's big fucking cock, didn't you, you tramp." Dan laughed his ass off, hearing Zoe's wailing denials in the bathroom. "You know it's fucking true Zoe, and the sooner you realise it, the better off you will be, in your new life as my slave, you bitch. Now stop fucking around in there, and grease up your ass, and get out here, It's about time you started to enjoying yourself, like a worthless slut really should." By the time he had finished talking, Zoe had her hands over her ears and was moaning softly in order to drown him out. She couldn't bear this, simply couldn't bear it. It was true that when her father had first used her there had been more subtle manipulation, more grooming and fewer threats. After the first time had been too painful and traumatizing, he had taken the trouble to make her cum and tried to convince her that he loved her and wanted them to have a special bond. She had touched herself later but only because the pleasure was new to her. What she thought of as she did so was not the acts her father had performed on her but his gentleness and the words of love he had showered her with. Dan would never understand that and Zoe wished so hard that she had never tried to explain what she had gone through in such detail. She leaned over the toilet bowl, retching on an empty stomach, flinching violently as Dan aimed a kick at the door to express his impatience. Zoe got to her feet shakily and found she could not fore herself to open the door and let Dan use her again. In the back of her mind she knew that the longer she procrastinated, the more likely Dan was to have recovered from his climax and the angrier he would be. Tears rolled freely down her face as she reached out for the lock on the door, only to recoil as though it had stung her. Her chest heaved with panicked sobs and her knees started to tremble. There was no window in this tiny bathroom, no way out except through a drunk, high, violent man who wanted to rape her. She gasped audibly as the word dropped into her mind. This was rape, what he was doing now and the fact they lived together didn't change that. It was all happening all over again, the cycle was repeating itself and all because she was too weak and useless to be able to prevent it. Dan sat in the hallway, and he gave the bathroom door a little kick, just to rattle Zoe's cage a bit. "Come on our Zoe, you know you can't avoid this, and crying is only going to make it worse. You don't have anything to worry about any longer, I'm going to take care of everything Zoe, all you need to do from now on is please me, or suffer the consequences, you worthless slut." Dan sat there thinking about what he'd do to the bitch, if she didn't get her fucking worthless cunt out of the bathroom. She needed to be punished for her actions, for locking herself away from him, and he'd be patient, right up to the point where he had an ass in his hands, and he'd make the cunt pay for what she was doing to him." Come on Zoe, let's get this over with so we can got sleep, sweetie." She sat on the floor, shaking and crying. He was insane. The man had completely flipped his lid and while he was drunk, high and twice her size she was going to be forced to do things that had traumatized her for years on end. Through the sobs she tried again to reason with him, flinching as he called her a worthless slut. She could hear the sneer in his tone, the menace." Why are you being like this Dan? You're going to regret it in the morning. How can you be so horrible to me? You're scaring me Dan, I don't want to come out because you're scaring me." Dan pounded his fist into the wall next to him out of frustration. The go dammed cunt was stalling, trying to delay the inevitable. He'd fix her ass for that. Fucking bitch, thinking she's something special, I'll show her, he thought. Dan sighed, and he told his bitch, "Why the hell is everything my fault Zoe?" Dan stood up, and he leaned against the door to be closer to Zoe. "You won't give me what I want, so now you make me take it from you, just like your fucking Father did." Dan quietly tried the door knob, hoping she might have unlocked it, but it was tight in his grip. "Come on Zoe, is what I'm doing to you so bad? I mean really, a blow job, you've given me plenty of them in the past, but you never learned how to do it right. I'm not your Daddy Zoe, I have different needs than Daddy did. You're mine now sweetie, and it's about time you learn what that truly involves. I want you Zoe, I want you to be mine forever. I want to put all of this crap behind us, and do what we were meet to become honey. Furthermore, I want you to be my bitch Zoe, and you are going to do it too, because you know that I'm the only one that truly gives a shit about you." Dan stood up straight, and he gave Zoe her ultimatum. "I'm going to bed, you can come out when you are ready Zoe, I won't beat down the fucking door to get your worthless ass. You will come to me in the bedroom, ready to take What Ever I give you, or you can walk out the fucking front door, and go home to Papa, you worthless cunt." Dan walked away, knowing the bitch would crawl to him eventually, and then he'd have her, right where he wanted her." Stupid bitch..." he muttered to himself as he pushed the bedroom door open. "Come on Zoe, is what I'm doing to you so bad? I mean really, a blow job, you've given me plenty of them in the past, but you never learned how to do it right. I'm not your Daddy Zoe, I have different needs than Daddy did. You're mine now sweetie, and it's about time you learn what that truly involves. I want you Zoe, I want you to be mine forever. I want to put all of this crap behind us, and do what we were meet to become honey. Furthermore, I want you to be my bitch Zoe, and you are going to do it too, because you know that I'm the only one that truly gives a shit about you." There was a pause, then he continued." I'm going to bed, you can come out when you are ready Zoe, I won't beat down the fucking door to get your worthless ass. You will come to me in the bedroom, ready to take What Ever I give you, or you can walk out the fucking front door, and go home to Papa, you worthless cunt." Zoe listened to him, horrified. His cruel, mocking tone was high-pitched and condescending, as though she was a child. It sent shivers through her because that was exactly how her father had sought to humiliate her when she was younger. That Dan could draw any kind of parallel between her past abuse and their relationship now was disturbing in the extreme but for him to use the same low trick as her father was truly hideous. She felt exactly as she had done all those years ago; trapped, powerless, worthless and beyond hope. There was nowhere for her to go. Even if she tried it, Zoe doubted Dan would let her get as far as the door in the mood he was in and when he finally did get hold of her... well she didn't want to think about that. She heard him go to bed, but she knew he was too wired to sleep. He was just going to lie there and wait to see what she decided to do. Whichever choice she made, she would be the loser. Zoe stood slowly and picked up the tube of KY from the bathroom shelf. She opened the door and walked with terrible slowness to the bedroom. Dan was lying in the bed, probably smirking right now in the darkness. Zoe looked down at the clothes he had ripped from her earlier. Even if she tried to put them on he would stop her. There was no way out. She remained in the doorway, leaning against it for support, unable to take the last, final steps towards her new abuser. She was still crying, but the tears flowed silently now. Furthermore, she trembled with fear and cold, hugging herself protectively, as though it would make any difference. Nothing would make any difference now. Dan watched as Zoe came into the room, silently sobbing, with tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew her place now, he thought to himself, and he smiled, looking at his bitch. He saw her holding the KY jelly tube in her hand, and he frowned a bit knowing that she had not followed his orders. No matter, he would take things one step at a time. He looked at Zoe, still standing in the doorway, and he told her. "Come in, and shut the bedroom door, Zoe. Come here to me now." he said speaking evenly, knowing that this was not the time to be overly demanding, that would come later." Now Zoe," he said raising his voice a bit, as she had not moved from the doorway quick enough. She moved a little faster as he barked at her, moving through the darkness of the unlit room towards his voice. The smug triumph was discernible in his tone and Zoe hated the notion that he thought he had won a victory over her. He really didn't care about her at all. Dan was prepared to force her into this... to rape her. She gasped audibly as the word dropped into her mind. She did not want to do this, and she had made it clear. No matter how he dressed up her compliance, this was going to be an act of rape, and it appeared that the man who professed to love her really could not care less. It would not mar his pleasure or prick his conscience. All Dan was interested in now was getting his cock off in the one place she had always denied him. Men. They were all exactly the fucking same. She paused beside the bed, too distraught to get into it. Dan sighed as Zoe walked to the edge of the bed. "Would you get in here already, it's getting late, and I have to go to work in the morning dammit." He felt her get into bed, and she slid under the covers, pulling them around her. Dan rolled over, and he felt her ass, he ran his hand across Zoe's ass a few times, hoping to calm her down a bit. He ran his hand between her cheeks, and he felt her clench her ass, so he pushed his fingers to her hole, and he sighed again." You can't even follow a simple fucking instruction? I told you to grease up your ass bitch, what the hell is your problem?" He felt Zoe hand him the lubricant, and she pulled her hand away like he had the plague." Why are you making such a deal out of this Zoe? So I forgot the fucking roses, and the candlelight dinner, you've been working all night. This really isn't fucking complicated you stupid twit, I want to fuck you, and you are going to let me, it's that fucking simple. Now give me your fucking hand Zoe, you are going to grease up your own fucking asshole for me bitch!" Dan reached for her hand pulling it behind her, and Dan squirted a bunch of the KY jelly on her fingers, and he took her hand, and he rubbed it over her shithole. Then he bent her arm behind her back, and he brought her greasy hand to his cock and Dan made her grip it, and jerk him off, till Dan's cock got rock hard. Dan threw off the covers, and he got to his knees, moving below Zoe, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up in the air, till Zoe rested on her knees, with her head lying on the bed. Dan smacked her ass to get her attention, "If you want to at least and try to fucking enjoy this, take that greasy hand and rub your worthless clit, like you did for Daddy!" he hissed at her. Dan slammed his cock into Zoe, without warning, burying himself to the balls. It had stung when he had pushed his fingers into her dry asshole but the pain of him entering her was just horrific. He was drunk and clumsy, leaning too much weight on her shoving himself into her body with too much force. The physical pain was completely eclipsed however, by the words he snarled at her through gritted teeth." If you want to at least and try to fucking enjoy this, take that greasy hand and rub your worthless clit, like you did for Daddy!" Zoe did not touch herself, she just stayed silent and still and hoped this would be over soon. Her eyes stung with tears, and she blinked them angrily away. She would never forgive him for this and when he was hung over and remorseful in the morning, Zoe was going to put him through hell. Dan fucked Zoe's ass hard, hearing her wipers and cries, and he chooses to interpret them as a passionate response. He really didn't care how she felt, if she wanted to enjoy herself that was fine, and if not... well that was her problem, now wasn't it. He smacked her ass hard with his hand, and he growled. "You stupid cunt, the next time I tell you to do something, I expect you to fucking do it.!" he said as he grabbed her hips, thrusting into his bitch harder. Zoe screamed, and a twisted grin came to Dan's face, and he reached around her body, rubbing her clit with his fingers. He'd get the slut moaning one way or the other, even if he had to force her." Come on Zoe, You know damn well you want this, why fight it?" he said, chuckling.

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