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[3.5] The Coming of Memory - IC

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

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

Subjugating Zoe

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

Subjugating Zoe|rating:2.0

Mech Wars OOC (Saikotsu, cmpuncle, DigitLninja, UnderCov3rL0ver)

IC thread: (thread: (is the thread where IOC questions and information will appear. You may also use this channel the way we usually do. Anyway, here's some info to help you flesh out your characters:it's promising and scary when the players have already altered things, and we've only just created our characters. Anyway, skills work like this: all skills are multi-class, meaning they only cost one skill point to increase. There are several skills that will start off at level 3, due to prior training. In this campaign, three of the characters grew up on a space station, known as Einstein Colony. (DigitLninja can be from elsewhere, his background makes up for the discrepancy). It's up to you whether your characters know each other though. Anyway, The official stance of the orbital colonies, including Einstein Colony, is armed neutrality (think Switzerland). All students are enrolled in mandatory military courses, in addition to their other academic classes. However, upon graduation, they are NOT required to enter the military. (Since DigitLninja is former military, he gets the bonuses as well) Depending on the courses an individual took, or are currently taking in my characters case, certain skills are raised by three at level 1. Here are the skill sets:Special Ops: move silently, sense motive, disable device, pick pocket, Survival Engineer: Demolitions, disable device, Medical, Repair, open lock Intelligence: Computer Use, Diplomacy, Search, Research, Sense Motive Pilot: Ride, Pilot, Repair, Drive, Computer Use Infantry: Survival, Spot, Move Silently, two skills of players choice, one additional weapon specialization in addition, each character may specialize in one combat skill. So those of us in the military are to chose one of those to be our main focus of study... and I just realized I didn't include pilot in my character, so I kinda have to chose Pilot rank...as for my changing your game, I had no story background to build on till now so I made him a little story. If I had to choose one of those military options it would be Special Ops, that explains how he has escaped detection for so long despite the large bounty on his head... but I'm required to chose Pilot rank unless I give myself another defect or two. Okay then I guess the best fit in terms of classes for my guy would have to be intelligence. After all his much is technically researched, thus he would need to be trained in research for its creator to want to give it to him. Actually now that I think of it, I might want to swap one of the skills in that set for repair, if at all possible. Quote from: DigitLninja on March 27, 2011, 05:46:11 also those of us in the military are to chose one of those to be our main focus of study... and I just realized I didn't include pilot in my character, so I kinda have to chose Pilot rank...as for my changing your game, I had no story background to build on till now so I made him a little story. If I had to choose one of those military options it would be Special Ops, that explains how he has escaped detection for so long despite the large bounty on his head... but I'm required to chose Pilot rank unless I give myself another defect or two.no worries. As I said, that's the whole point of this thing, is to let you guys influence the story, so I'm actually excited about this. Go ahead and take Special Ops if you want. I didn't mean to imply you were forced to take Pilot. The point of my previous post was to say that we've all had some measure of military training. Since your background was a bit different, I just wanted to clarify that you could also get the benefits. So go on ahead. After all, what's to say you weren't part of a Special Ops much unit? Considering my character is a pet monster trainer, you have to wonder. Indeed, as well as the fact that his choice of much was version 1.0 of what I currently have posted. And done hey guys, the IC thread is up and running. I figured I'd combine the first post with some necessary background information that way we could get this up and running a bit faster. However, since the post got a bit bigger than I had planned, I won't post everything just yet. Cmpuncle, your much has arrived at station, and you're about to receive that information somehow. I'll leave how you get that information up to you. It is currently being inspected by the stations' militia in the security sector, and will be "Officially" released as soon as they're done with that. Undercover, go ahead and go along with what you asked me, I'll play the other character after you introduce them. Anyway, hope you enjoy. And at the risk of being redundant, here you go guys.IC thread: (thread: (gee had to modify my last post cause my speech recognition turned on somehow while I was typing, without my knowledge. So all of a sudden things started typing themselves, and I was like what the hell! Oh, I forgot to mention, I'd appreciate it if we could avoid time-skip posts as much as possible, at least for the time being. (this is a notice for future reference, not a direct comment on anyone.) The reason for this is I've done a few campaigns with time skipping, and jumping back and forth is really tough on storyline-continuity, especially since in a few hours/posts game time, there will be trouble. Conciser my post, catching up with everyone else. I will do my best Mon-capitan. Man I may not get around to posting till tomorrow, I've been at a wedding all day then got back and had to start my laundry, and cook a casserole for my church potluck tomorrow. As I said, this wasn't a criticism of anyone, just a notice. I interpreted your post that way anyway. Sorry if it seemed like I was criticizing you, it was not my intention. Yeah, I was busy today/yesterday as well. You all know my schedule, so I understand if it takes a while to post. So I hear you visited the town to the north. How was it? The trip went well. I made a few random friends while I was there. The town itself was what I expected: cute, quaint, overpriced. But it was a nice diversion. And I only spent 6 bucks there when I went classical gas (#) well, I did manage to acquire some things from a free garage sale, but all the restaurants, it costs 8+ for a sandwich. Really? What'd you get? Mostly just a bunch of shirt hangers. They were closing up about the time I arrived, so I took some hangers and helped them put everything away. Oh, by the way, you guys can now start building your techs. We're running D20 rules, so you have 400 character points to build your much. I would suggest using the much creation rules found in the D20 book. Furthermore, you can add character abilities to your much (I.e. abilities from the character attributes section), but each ability taken from there costs double per rank. So an attribute that costs 4 would cost 8 per rank. My suggestion is that you stick to the much traits at first, and add character attributes last. Also, I'd suggest having around 50 hp for your much. Armor may also be a good idea, though some techs are going to be less armored than others (I know mine will) well shoot, I think they deleted....never mind I just realized you did the original much RP on a different site, and was able to dig it up....thank goodness. That's good. By the way, I will probably have trouble getting online today, the network is incredibly slow today. (12 Mbps). I might be able to post from somewhere else, but my room is out of the question. Hmm, well in other news I just downloaded season 1-3 and the first episodes of season 4 of You-Gi-Oh 5d's still slowly working through Rama, then I have to watch through GO before I can try to go through 5D's Ah, Rama. I'm still trying to convince Seiko to go to Nan Desk with me as either girl Rama or Kane. I'd go as guy Rama! Heck, I'd even go as Yoga! Though I'd be happy just to see him in that school girl uniform I got him. :)On the topic of anime, I'm going through Soul Eater again, and I'm trying to get Seiko to finish it. Unfortunately I think it's best if I don't go this year, since things just have not been going the way I need them to, unless something happens to come up soon. And as for the school girl costume comment........oh GOD!!!!oh and Sarge is up in the Character Thread. What can I say? I'm probably going to hate myself, but, "IDK what CAN you say?" lol heeheehee. Oh, I don't know. I will say this. He'd look damn sexy in that skirt. Holy crap! I just discovered I can bookmark topics! Now I won't have to rely on the show new replies button. THIS IS AWESOME!!!!haha haha, Even I'm laughing at myself for that!unfortunately, I lost my external hard drive today. So I wanted to bid a fond farewell to Noel. She was a good external, while she lasted, though I would have expected an electronic named after a blaze character to live longer than an electronic named after an Evil Zone character (I'm looking at you, Maurine, your old cassette tape player! Literally, that tape player is almost as old, if not older, than me!) I'll be posting soon enough, sorry for the wait guys. Ok so I don't hate myself for asking, and Sailors I'm very disappointed for not realizing that till now..... I have posted my much stats, but I want you, SAI to look at the weapons so we can determine a cost for each. Quickly, change the name before he notices and gets mad! Well, they're going to be expensive, I'll tell you that right away. Just going off the book, your weapons are practically more expensive than the much itself. The good news is that you don't need to do as much damage as you want to do, at least not at first. There will be enemies later on that require that much firepower, but starting off, you don't really need to be able to blow up a moon. That said, I would suggest adding some restrictions, or perhaps adding qualities to your weapons when you and your much level up. Swords of Dark Flame: that would be 21 MCP. Fairly cheap. Wrist Mounted cannons: 4d8 (a bit excessive for a starter much by the way) makes them 36 points, without traits and restrictions. With traits and restrictions, it is 7 * 36 = 252. If you dropped it to 4d4's the cost would be 140. You could also lower the cost if you added some restrictions to it. Each quality multiplies the cost starting at 1.5 → 2 → 3 → 4. Restrictions reduce it the same way. The unlimited shots quality counts as four qualities, so if you got rid of that, you'd be at 98 MCP. By the way, I counted the two barrels per wrist as one quality. Ah, the EMP burst cannon. Damage alone brings it up to 63*2= 126. After restrictions and qualities, you actually halve that. So the EMP burst cannon stands at 63 MCP. I'd be okay with a one shot cannon like this. If you were to take slow firing, you'd drop the cost down to 32. For a weapon like this, I can see such a restriction being feasible. The mines cost 72. While I can see concealed being a good trait for mines, it's not entirely necessary. You can get rid of that quality and still have difficult to see mines. Also, I would suggest holding off on the mines for now. There are places where a creative use of a mine would be handy, but you probably won't have an opportunity to use them until level 2 at least. Then again, since you guys have significant influence on the story, your very well may end up with a chance to use them early on. Either way, your weapon totals, as they stand at the moment, are at 408.also, please change my name alright, I think I'll turn the hand cannons and the EMP cannon off until I can afford to purchase them... I also have to save up points for Invisibility so it makes for a Spec Ops much of lethal proportions. I also want to discuss something with you, special equipment. Sword of Dark Flame is the primary weapon I want anyway, that and my cyber warfare plan ^_~is it a bad thing that I keep going back to look at my much every few minutes? Your much is dark and ominous. It's kinda creepy. Go ahead and PM me with your special equipment idea. You know what he's based off of right?(can't believe I didn't see that. You know what's going to happen next, don't you? "Gotta Catch Em All!" Much Edition!!!! Hehehe. I do.(my D&D group already has to worry about being attacked by strange wizards who capture odd creatures to do battle for them. Since the majority of the team is composed of individuals who are half breeds, almost all of them qualify. By the way, your character is currently defending Slow from your character, Undercover. I can't believe he nearly blew himself up, alongside the entire town. IT'S a D&D game, you shouldn't be able to blow up a town! I see. So you've already made it that far, huh? Wish I could join you guys in person. And I was right. Seiko replied with the mikumecha. All I'm doing is basing my much off of my Armored Core. Speaking of which, could you try to find a way to get a picture of it Seiko? I remember that take saying something about being able to do that with his PS3. Grrr. I haven't worked on Armored Core in a long time, and my PS3 keeps freezing constantly while I'm playing New Vegas...... The fallout games seem to freeze a lot. Bethesda is not exactly the best company when it comes to fixing bugs it would seem. I love armored core. I beat every mission, then I played through it on hard. Furthermore, I only have 3 missions I couldn't beat on hard! Furthermore, I had so much money in the end I was able to build new AC's from scratch. Hehehe. Thanks for granting me access to the many techs you've made. It'll help me when coming up with bosses. I'm particularly interested in Inferno at the moment. Seriously, a Kill Bill reference? I'm all for adding references that make sense, but I never expected THAT. Sorry internet access here in Montana is spotty. The place we're staying doesn't have wireless, after I catch up on reading through I'll see if I can post anything no worries dude. Personally, I'd wait until I got home, but you can do it however you want. Wow, I can't believe you got the reference. I didn't get the reference. Geez it's about time, after a year I finally beat the main storyline of FF 13! Nice job. I've been playing New Vegas myself, though not recently. The reference to Kill Bill is that after the main heroine wakes up in the hospital she somehow manages to escape, but she's mostly paralyzed, so she focuses on moving her big toe, practically commanding it to do stuff. Roll Result: Undercov3rL0ver rolled: 1d20Comment: movement restored Result: 13,Total: 13darn it, 2 short. You've regained some mobility, enough to move around, but you're still stiff, undercover. So, everyone. Story divergence point. Should the forgotten go to war? Yes or no? Thanks. Who are the forgotten? Did I miss something? You didn't miss anything. They haven't even been mentioned yet. I promised a campaign heavily influenced by the players, so this is a chance to shape the story. Will they go to war or not? Yes I'm going to go with No on the going to war thing. I abstain from the voting. By the way, for those wondering, Undercover has been winning her rolls. She asks me in a PM and I give her a target number. She barely won the intercept thing though. Ha! Pip-girl... I is playing Fallout 3 by the way, I'm kinda waiting on Muscle. We can move a little farther without him, but I'd rather not get TOO far ahead. Let's all hope he can get weber net access again soon. I figured as much... that's alright, I'm so proud of my last post that I keep going back to read it. I know. You quite surprised me with your sheer bravery/craziness. The Black Knight is all about taking down the enemy quickly and quietly, that's why I will eventually get Active Camo for the Much... which I need a name for... I guess so! Anyway, I've got three names I'll be using soon: Eidolon, Esper, and Avatar. Two out of those three techs have had their pilots introduced. T.Y. is the name of the AI in the suit, so what should the actual Much be called... Midnight Assassin. L.I.M.I.N. - 8NoS-482Pirates Gold Stalker V.2Dream EaterDarkraiSpirit of Darkness...you peoples have anything? Well, if it was formerly a UPF much, I would suggest naming it after mythological creatures, such as Gorgon or Wraith. But there's more to the story that you don't know... HAHAHA!!!! The first ever VOCALOID concert in America is going to be at Anime Expo 2011 in July!!!! Sweet!.....yeah I'm not a VOCALOID fan at all so you're planing to go? Or watch it on YouTube later? I'd love to go, but it'd be difficult to ask for the time off. Plus it's in Los Angeles. Alas, it looks like I'll be you tubing it sometime. On the other hand, since this is the first concert in North America, I have the feeling it's just the first of many. Who knows, it might be at the con we go to someday! Indeed oh, you're giving me ideas. Holy carp I think i have a lot to catch up on with this RP. yes finally I'm caught up with both of our RP's good. Now a question: should the Forgotten go to war or not? (you name begins with A should click this link hahaha, I want it. I knew you would ^_^ I'll say yes tithe war bit...thank god it's snowing, cause it boosted the signal well enough that I was able to pull all the updates I needed for my computer. So that makes 2 yeas 1 nay and one abstain. The forgotten are going to war then. Odd. Snow BOOSTED the signal, huh? Whoops made the same post twice because I didn't know the first one went through, oh well removed the duplicate, and hopefully we should finally have a good signal tomorrow. Okay next attempt at boosting the wireless signal for the employees is going to take place either tomorrow or Thursday, so here's hoping this time it works..... oh and Digital I can't get the day off on July 4th, however I did ask if I could get the morning shift, so if I can get it I should be able to be there about 3:30-4:30. That should be alright... we should have food... I asked for it off, no guarantees I'll get it though. I'll know by Friday. Have fun all. I wish I could join you all. :(you and me both. Agh....so difficult I hope you guys come, I have all of one friend that I know is going to be coming... Well, you know I'll be there in spirit at least. Hehehe. But seriously, I do wish I could be there with y'all. It would be a treat to finally meet the two of you in person. I'm sure Chris and I would agree about that ^^ that I would aww well poppies, I got the morning shift for the fourth, but he doesn't have me getting off till 6, so looks like I'm staying up in Grand Lake this year. oh, and undercover I will hopefully put together my Digimon character tomorrow if the antenna we ordered 1)gets here and 2) works. Alright everyone, I have been doing some calculations into NDK this year... I recently made a change to the room that has yet to update but right now the cost of the room is $427.24I am under the assumption that it will just be the three of us: Chris, Adam, and myself as Cora tends to be busy, Alyssa is 'AWOL', and Bret may be buying his own room for... girlfriend reasons. That means that the total for the three of us will be $142.42 each. The price has increased because I charged two extra days to the room, that Thursday so we can get extra beds and a double bedroom as requested... however I also put us down for Monday so we wouldn't have to rush to check out, however I recently removed Monday from the reservation and the price has yet to update...wait...ok scratch that...now I'm getting the price $320.43 for the room... which would be $106.81 for all of us... that number I got from the official website reservation, so I'm going to say that this is the true price... I'll make sure Bret and Alyssa aren't coming and give you all an update if something changes but since we all have jobs I recommend we tell those we work for about the convention now instead of later. Speaking of getting off work, Adam are you going to make it tomorrow? The timing isn't going to work out for the con for me this year. The good news is I'm all set to ensure I have internet come Thursday so now we are down to two people paying for a room... sorry I tried I really did, I could still pay my share though so your job is keeping you through September 9-11?and if you aren't going to be at the con then you're not going to help pay for the room. yeah, that weekend is closing weekend for the lodge perfectly crappy timing then... well... quit on Friday... you basically got this job to pay for the convention so if you don't go what was the point? DigitLninja! That's awfully rude you know! I know it's bad, but it's a job he dislikes, it's scheduled conflicts with what he wants to do, he got the job to pay for the con / get out of his apartment on time / not live with his family, and if he has a potential job lined up anyway than it makes more sense to let them know that he's quitting on the 8th and will be gone by the 9th. I'm sorry if I offended anyone but that's the truth of it. Alright everyone, let's chill a little, though I am glad to see you fired up about something after that long stint of depression, Undercover. I think this stems from a miscommunication, or perhaps a lack of communication in the first place. I'd advise the two of you talk about it before getting all upset with one another. Yes it's a job I dislike, but I like the people I'm working with. I got this job Digital because no one else would give me a job, yes I was originally planning on using it to get money for the con, but actually about the time I actually got the job I decided it would be best if I don't go this year. I may not like it at times, but I have no right to complain, because it's a job. And if I stay straight up till we close then there's a better chance that I may be able to stay on permanently, and thus solve my job problem for good. Getting uppity with me about the situation does not help in the least. I hope I didn't come across as Missy or rude, but today has become a rage dump day for me, and I'm about ready to kill someone, so I'm doing the best I can to not be an ass.Oh, and I probably won't get around to a post in this IC till I gain access through my desktop on Thursday. HA HA I'm back online! I love the brute force method sometimes... now to make my post here, then finish up my character profile on the new RP, man... I got lots to do. Good to see you back dude. Question: can I transport Duel Recipes from 2010-2011?oh and does 2011 connect to the internet through the DS's connection? Pokémon Black connects through the DSI, so I want to know I can connect to you guys whenever I want instead of going to the library. No idea about the DSI, all I know is that mine won't connect to WPA. How would you even transport duel recipes, well I guess if you use two DS's, but I have seen no such option, so my guess is no, no to mention even if you could, you would still have to get the cards all over again before you could use those recipes. I know you can trade Recipes on 2010 because I did it with Adam I think... I'm just wondering if I can do it from 2010 to 2011 which I'm fairly sure you can't... Furthermore, I don't think you can import recipes. Furthermore, I'd really love to duel my previous character though! It'd be even more fun if she chose a random deck out of the 64 I made! Unfortunately, nowhere near me has a WE access point. Everyone is using WPA. This means that I haven't been able to go online once. The good thing about starting over is that I've been forced to make do with what I've acquired along the way. As a result, I've gotten much better at deck building, and I've gotten over some of my debilitating habits, such as making my decks huge, or loading up 20 traps to prevent my foe from attacking me. Of the new features, I really like the deck analyzer. It tells you theoretically how well your deck will perform, and it's been pretty accurate so far (though a D rank deck can still win quite often if built well). The game also adds a bunch of new archetypes. I'm really interested in the Gusto and Ritual... I mean Gish types, which are derived from the charmers. The Gish in particular are designed around ritual summoning, something that caught my interest a while ago. Of particular interest to me is I want to use the deck analyzer on my old LP +- deck, to see how well it would "theoretically" do. I'd also like to import my actual Red Eyes deck from real life to see its assessment. (Regardless of the games' assessment, I'd still use it. I've put a lot of effort into acquiring the cards for it, and it definitely resonates with me. It has my "heart of the cards") yeah 2011 still has the old connection... so I got it and I still can't play with you guys if it's any consolation, you wouldn't have been able to play with me at all, since nowhere around me has that WE connection I need. I could change the network settings here to make it WE, but I don't want to compromise my parents net security. Furthermore, they'd have to go through a bunch of tweaking on all their devices, something they balked at last time I did something. I'll figure out something. Muscle has stated that making an ad-hoc network allowed him to get online. I'm not sure how that is, but it's worth a shot dude. I'll look into it well I know the ad hoc will work but I'm actually not using it since I have my old router on again on top of my tower ok I just tested the ad hoc out to be 100% sure, and it will work, the only thing is the computer creating it has to headlined into the net in order to share an internet connection, or I suppose maybe two wireless adapters might also work. But it does work so long as you have a second connection on your computer connecting to the net. And I won't have a hard line to the router till next Friday... you guys may be interested in this (game gee you guys post like crazy when I can't regularly access the site, and when I do have regular access, nothing happens...... oh by the way sailors they're remastering zone of the enters, set to release some time in 2012 well....something happened... sorry if that sounded kinda selfish, I didn't mean for it to. I was just making an observation Not at all. Things just got....really hectic really quickly. But then again, they always do when certain people gather... hey all. Sorry for the lack of posts lately. First off, my life has become a living best game which is not as cool as it sounds... It seriously sucks when your girlfriend gets injured by an old nemesis you thought was gone forever. It gets worse when you're actually the one mostly responsible for the injury...anyway, I've got new friends and new enemies, some of the former having once been some of the latter. My sister is moving far away which bums me out quite a bit. She's been dealing with her own issues which I managed to get pulled into, he-he. I had a bit of car trouble, what with getting a flat tire following an epic adventure on Monday, (and having insane luck getting home in one piece because of my poor job of replacing it!). The next day I was sick and called in. My boss was unsympathetic and demanded I get a doctors note that day! I did, but my parents got upset because that's going to be an additional bill that I will now have to pay, and I'm kinda short on cash because of replacing all four of my tires (they were all in bad condition). Now there's a bit of an ultimatum where I am not to spend one f*going penny on anything I don't absolutely need until I have at least $1000 in the bank. As much as I dislike this, my parents are right, so I'm going to have to follow through with this. Fortunately, with how much I'm making, and how long I have, I SHOULD be able to afford Nan-desu-kan, but I won't be able to get all that much....sad day. So, in a nutshell, I've been kinda busy dealing with all of this, on top of all the BS I run into at work on a daily basis. Regardless, barring any unforeseen circumstances tomorrow (and there will be circumstances tomorrow, believe me), I should be back online and posting in all the RP's. Well holy Pooh-sticks, I hope you feel better undercover, I know injuries suck even though the worst I've ever had was a badly sprained wrist, and I guess technically the weird injury with my knee that flared back up when I started working here at the lodge, uhh going off-topic there. But yeah my dad keeps telling me the same thing, except he's not putting it in ultimatum form, he just keeps telling me "save every bit", which I have every intent of doing while getting a few extra things. Speaking of which I will be going to Tennessee from the 2nd of September through the 6th for my cousins wedding shower, of course this is my first time booking a plane flight by myself, so I was expecting something to go wrong and wouldn't you know it several things went wrong both on my part and on Frontiers. First their site wouldn't let my transaction go through, so I had to call them at 11 at night, and then wait 53 minutes to talk to them. Finally got them and booked the flight only to realize the next day I needed to fly into Nashville not Knoxville, so now I have to call em tomorrow to change the flight and pay $50 more for doing so. Jeez, you really can't catch a break. So between Undercover's injury (once again, I am deeply sorry that happened...), my adventures, and muscle's troubles, all that leaves is you DigitLninja. I hope everything is well with you? Job I got is killing me, stress is so high that I have had anxiety attacks every day before work and last Tuesday I had a panic attack because I didn't want to go into work. I hope to Quit today, but that means they lower my last paycheck to minimum wage and I don't have a potential job to jump on yet... but I'm tossing applications left and right... I pray I get some responses because I can't go back to being jobless, and I can't stay at this job. Didn't help that my parents left me with the old truck that is a fire hazard. That damn truck worked two days before it stopped working all together, stranded at my work, as of Wednesday afternoon it disappeared from the parking lot and I haven't even received a call about it. That truck was also my only means of getting food at home, so I have been eating scraps since yesterday... and take out which waists what little money I have... and it doesn't help that Borders is officially closing its doors and everything is 40% off. ... okay, so your life is in upheaval too. What's so bad about your job dude? I wouldn't advise quitting either. In this economy, you're lucky if you have a job, and you seem to have forgotten how long it took you to get this job. I know it sucks, the company I work for (which shall remain unnamed, they have a tendency to fire people who post bad things about them online), that company is a freaking circus, I seriously dislike working for them, but it's a job in an economy that lacks them. Besides, how are you going to afford NDK without a job dude? As for the Truck, I don't understand how not having its means you can't get food at home. Are your parents only feeding you conditionally? My guess is that a tow truck probably picked it up. Talk with management to see if they called a towtruck to remove it from the parking lot. You probably will need to pay a fee to get it back, which means, unfortunately, that you need to keep your job. As for Borders closing and putting everything at 40% off, I feel your pain. I'm not allowed to spend any extra money, even though I could buy some things. Not to mention, it is A RETAIL CHAIN THAT SELLS BOOKS THAT IS CLOSING!!! That is just so wrong. This world lacks justice, where a book company can go out of business! Alright down the list:training ended and almost all of it was useless once I was out on the floor everyone I spoke with told me they hated this job, and those I trained with agreed after a few days everyone who was working was trying to get out of that job until last Wednesday I didn't feel like I got any helpful advice and that person told me that my team lead wasn't going to be helpful for me people who call in mostly dislike me once I'm done speaking am I getting little to no human interaction even with this job my parents went on vacation leaving me alone with my Cathy only mode of transportation was that damn truck which died after two days haven't been able to purchase more food for the house cause the truck was not working my parent's know I don't like driving that truck and this only proved me right cause the truck was a fire hazard was planing to call up a friend and try to get the truck running or towed back to the house on Thursday (my weekend) but when I left on Wednesday it was gone. I have yet to be called about what happened with the truck my access card to the building is the one that had to slide instead of the one that I can just show to the machine, and it opens the door didn't get a carpool up and running till the day after my truck died the carpool could only take me too work on weekends which meant that I had to wait in the sun for a bus for an hour on Saturday and had to call in sick on Sunday because I didn't know if the bus was even running was going to get a car loan for my new car, but I found out my not having a job and not paying off my college loans gave me seven years of bad credit and there's nothing I can do about it have no one to vent to because my closest friends are at least 30 minutes to a couple of hours drive away my other group of friends is falling apart and you guys are too busy Alyssa hates me and I had to find this out through her sister who may also hate me now because of what I did to Alyssa Only 4 people showed up to my damn 4th of July party, Bret who I haven't spoken with in months because he was recluse, Rachel Alyssa's little sister, and my closest friend from high school none of those people showed up till after 3PM, so I literally was alone for most of the day trying to pretend I wasn't feeling lonely wake up so dehydrated that I dry heave till I get water, but my parents don't want me to purchase an AC for my room because they think I'll be moving out soon since I got this job my stomach has had pain in the mornings before work which I believe to be an anxiety attack my cell is almost out of minutes which means I have to spend more money have saved 400 BUX so far for NDK which is only about half but would also include the price of the room could give a rat's ass about the god-damn economy because killing your soul for a company you hate isn't worth it anything I do that would 'hurt' the company would hurt me first and them never they tell us they care and are willing to work with us, but that's just to get you to sign away your life This is the first job where I have never wanted more than to just leave had to purchase two pizzas and some Chinese food this week meaning I lost more money if I quit today they lower my cash to minimum wage for the last week (we are always one pay week ahead), and since I took Sunday off due to my anxiety and the bus I would only get 3 days of full pay this week, so they punish me for leaving... I'm sure there is more, but that's the just of it... you want more give me time to think... man guess I finally started getting a run of good luck both in the RP here and in RL. Furthermore, I finally called Frontier again today and was able to switch my flights to Tennessee from Knoxville to Nashville, and it was even free of charge since they hadn't charged me for the booking yet. Oh and just a quick side note, remember fate helps those who help themselves, if you're not willing to make the best out of a bad situation, you'll never get where you want to go. ouch, dude. I'll send you a reply via PM. OMG I am so glad that I missed with that attack, if it had hit it would have overloaded the guys already unstable circuits due to the Vessel of Anima's added effect on Sarge's weapons, which could have been disastrous. It would have been disastrous indeed. We're just about done with Chapter one. Each of you are going to get a chance to get repairs, upgrades, and some character development in the near future. The time frame for the intermission will be 3 days (in game), so I'd like you guys to think of what you'd like your character to do for 3 days and what kind of upgrades you want to get, because you'll be receiving another 400 much points and 10 character points to make the upgrades. You'll get a chance for a few posts for each of the three days. I'll explain in game the situation when we get to that point. I already know what my much is getting... me too sarge already has everything he just needs lots of fine-tuning I need Active Camouflage, and to get my Much's main weapons up and running... but before any of that I need a hidden location for Helios to park the Demon's Cascade for three days away from military surveillance. Muscle, you can use those 400 points to "tune" the performance. Don't worry about hiding it away. As I said before, the station considers you a hero because you declared they were under your protection, so the forgotten will gladly grant you asylum and help with the upgrades. I'll state that IC either later tonight or tomorrow morning, most likely in the morning. Getting ready for work at the moment. Sweet, never thought about that >and no Rumpelstiltskin he is NOT for sale..... damn... looks like I'll have to wait till prom to make my favorite sandwich... *sighs* "Fine, I'll go over and try to wake him up. However, if I die, I'd like you to write on my grave that I died doing what I loved. Eating babies."-Reinna Cooper ....you guys are terrible.....Oh, I'll try to work out my next post tonight after work.....yes my ass still hurts from that fall holy crap, it's been nearly a week since I last posted!!! yeah, I kinda noticed Thailand and Sarge are in position for day 1. Just so you know Adam... I officially pre-ordered Star Wars: The Old Republic... turns out depending on the date you pre-order, you get early access to the game. Great. If he gets that game, then there's no way he'll be online doing anything else. On the positive side, we'll get to hear all sorts of tales about how Han Many goes around wielding four custom lightsabers... seriously Seiko, I've heard enough of those tales. And Han Many? Seriously? Lol, it's the only game that is expected to at least contend with WoW I'm pretty much spending today getting everything installed on my new laptop, although I'll probably post shortly oh, and I will be emailing you with a gift soon Seiko. Ready to move to day one. Question, how many much points would it cost for getting my two weapons operation, and for active camo? Your wrist mounted cannons are quite expensive. I've decided to give you a slight discount. Each arm is worth 432. (for both cannons on that arm). A single cannon on an arm is worth 252. It's cheaper in the long run to bundle them together, but you can afford to get one at this point if you go for the single rate. Active camo, as in Invisibility, according to the book is 200 points. Your EMP cannon is worth: 6 * 21 = 126 points. This weapon is much cheaper because you added restrictions to it. If you got the EMP cannon and Active camo, that'd leave you with 78 unused much points. Crap... cause the wrist cannons are what I wanted to get first, simply because it gives me short and long range, but that means I could only buy that one item... I'll leave it up to fate evens is the wrist cannon odds is the in viz and EMP cannon Roll Result: DigitLninja rolled: 1d10Comment: much building Result: 9,Total: 9I have 74 point left I'll get to tune ups after work tonight, and I finally got rid of my stalker chipmunk, hopefully!! It's working so far. I'll get to them soon. Hehehe, I know what you're thinking Seiko...;And the answer is yes. "You're hot, I'm horny, let's do this." Darn. My laser guided missiles cost too much. 168 freaking points.... fantastic!!! I need to get caught up on my various RP's... I just came up with a great idea:Joker Class well, this isn't exactly the Fate IOC, but since I never created that thread, we can use this one for that as well. As it turns out, one of the summoned servants is a class that I made up. The Known Classes are Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Berserker, Caster, Assassin, Avenger, and Saver. Defender is a theoretical class that never got added. Along with the one I've created, which I've dubbed Evoke for the time being, and Joker, there are 9 official classes and 12 unofficial. Actually, come to think of it, there was one other class I've seen. It was a secret boss in fate extra taken from Kara no kabuki, known as Monster. Wow.....so much for me testing Old Republic, the download was almost finished when I went to bed last night, woke up this morning, and it said something had gone wrong, and it had to start all over...... that's unfortunate. Please tell me the three of you didn't get Skyrim too... Most of my online friends have gone offline for it... I got it, but I'm using my laptop as a means of pulling me away from it for several hours at a time, since I have the charger up in my room. Plus I'm still staying online nonetheless. Btw I had a dream a few nights ago that I finally met you undercover, and you were dressed.....kinda like Milla Jovovich in Resident Evil:.....damn can't remember the name of the one between Apocalypse and Afterlife, came in on a bike and everything. Wow. So it actually worked? I've been trying to visit people in their dreams, and I'm surprised to hear that it might have actually worked! I'll keep trying, let me know if you see me again! Furthermore, I just looked up that movie by the way, it's Resident Evil: Extinction. Her outfit isn't all that far off from what I usually wear, though I'm not quite THAT hot. Usually I wear a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a denim vest over top. With a little bit of creative imagination, they look kinda similar, I guess. I came in on a bike, huh? Was it a cool bike?(by the way, I plan on getting Skyrim too as soon as I can.) Everyone I talk to at work tells me they are playing Skyrim. I tell them I'm waiting till tomorrow for Assassin's Creed then I'll be happy too. Wait.....you've been "trying" to visit in their dreams.......how the hell, and holy crap......lol well, they have all sorts of material out on how to do lucid dreaming, and even some research on joint dreams (sharing a dream with someone). I just tried to combine the two and join someone else in their dream. I didn't expect it to work, it was just something to try for the heck of it. yeah, Seiko tried giving me some advice on lucid dreaming at one point....never could get it to work, the closest I came to it was I had a dream about Seiko (almost used his real name but caught myself) coming over on some day, but then at one point I realized in my dream, "wait he's not coming over till 'such and such' day", but of course at that point I woke up.... I vaguely remember doing that at one point. Keep in mind, I wasn't an expert on Lucid dreaming then nor am I one now. Anyway, rather than continually posting new IOC threads and punk, I'm probably just going to use this IOC thread for all the RP's we do. It also means I don't have to look for old IOC threads none of us have posted in for a while. Anyway, some of you have already heard, but I'm thinking of changing the Multiverse game a bit. I started it with a "let's go with the flow" mentality, and had a loose storyline planned, but the way I've set it up, I just get the distinct feeling it's going to fade away like so many of the other RP's we've joined. What I propose (I've been using that phrase a lot lately...) is that we either restart it, or change the direction. I'm more in favor of restarting it altogether and making the changes at the moment, though we could theoretically just change directions, but it'd be....patchy at best. Essentially I wanted to make it so that the characters would become mercenaries and take on tasks for money, but something about it seems off. I think that if I added a slightly more stable background, the story would be able to survive, but the whole "this universe is stealing people from other universes" thing, that's what's bothering me. Regardless of what we do, I still plan on using my villains, and we can use our current characters or build new ones, whichever we'd prefer. Anyway.... Here's the idea I had: If you were to mix Final Fantasy 8, Soul Eater, and X-Men, you'd get an academy where individuals with unique powers would gather together to learn how to blend into society, as well as learn how to utilize their powers for good. Every once in a while, a team of students would be selected to carry out missions for the academy, such as eliminating problematic monsters that are attacking a small farming village, or investigating mysterious disappearances. So yeah. The RP idea is that you're an incoming student at this academy in a world where monsters roam around, attacking people. At this academy, you'll be taught how to utilize your powers to protect and aid others, while also learning important lessons about life, like any cliché school scenario. Do well on your missions and score well on tests, you and your team will move up in rank and receive tougher missions and assignments. Your powers can be something you create, or they can be borrowed from another universe. For instance, you can be a soul reaper who has no connection to the Bleach world. In other words, I want to toss out the notion of other worlds or universes and just say, "my character has this power because it's something innate to them, not because they're FROM somewhere." So you could have Naruto powers or what not, but not be from the Naruto universe. To clarify, don't worry about where the power is from, just accept that your character has it. I have a magical sword that does stuff when I call out its name and declare a command, or I developed a super secret technique that turns my own energy into a whirlwind that I can fit in my palm. I like the idea you've come up with, and it'd give me a chance to re-do my character. Furthermore, I feel kinda guilty, I feel I might have built my character unfairly towards some of the other players. Would you rather take your character back? I could. Awesome. How about you guys? Wait, did I just reply to myself.... yum yum yum, whatever you think works. I want to make a new character from scratch, but I'll be willing to play ^^ sorry. Sorry for what new? I felt my character kinda copied his a bit. Wow, I just applied for 5 jobs in under a minute, sometimes general sob search sites can be very helpful. Cool. Where'd you apply dude? By the way guys. If you wish to, you may attempt to help a comrade out in the multiverse game. In my case, I was facing a rough 19 attack which I took the brunt of. If you wish to help another character out, PM me with a defense roll, and you can add your defensive total to the assisted characters. For instance, I attempted to intercept an attack meant for Field, but since I failed my dice roll, I took the hit instead. Had I succeeded, neither of us would take damage? Instead, I took it. If your roll is enough to change the result of the attack, I'll post that it changed here in the IOC, and change my post. This will start after my next post. Through the efforts of teamwork, the past hath changed. Yay! ^^ so you allowed it after all. Thanks. Welcome. Sorry for my lack of posts lately, I've been busy hunting for a job, working at the one I've got, getting some much-needed exercise, reading new webcomics, dealing with a case of new-game-ITIS, and dealing with my brothers suicide attempt. I'll try to get back to a regular posting schedule, I promise. Fate will have to wait till tomorrow though. My latest Multiverse post may change slightly, wanted to double-check some stuff with Seiko but didn't want to sit there on the reply screen until he got off work, although I kinda like the result I got for the first attack since it kinda establishes how much more experience he has then the students, lol too bad it wasn't a CRT. Muscle, your chicory blade gave me an idea for a combo attack involving all of our characters. Essentially, I was thinking that Field could use her cytokinesis on my character while Grimier uses his Lightning Dragon Tornado on her simultaneously. Seiko then uses her ability to manipulate energy and forms two dragons, one of flame and one of electricity. Then Vic does something with the two dragons, perhaps infusing each one into one of his weapons and attacking with the savage force of two elemental dragons? Two key blades spinning around the two blades as I charge forward, and the dragons surround the blades and twist and spin around the swords and causes damage weather or not it hits... that works too. Sounds good to me. Through teamwork, the past hath changed. Combined roll: 34.by the way, it'd help me out if in the future, during combo rolls, if everyone would tell me what they'd like their character to do. To speed up the process, I'm just going to turn this combo into a one-time cinematic. Got it. You knew what I had planned all along. Does anyone have the link to the Fat character thread? I can only beat this attack with multipliers... (in mind, you're fighting another master, so a CRT isn't an end-all attack. It'll still hurt like hell, but at full health, you should be able to survive a direct hit. The only reason Riley survived her CRT fail was that it wasn't an attack focused solely on her, it was sent to everyone on the battlefield, reducing it's overall effectiveness versus single targets. PICKLED PIGS FEET!!!! digitLninja, could you please roll 3d20 for your energy in the multiverse game. Special attacks like Thunder do cost a small amount of energy. Rolled for MP have 39 points, thanks. Np I just realized, I have a couple of slight continuity errors. Izzy claimed that two servants went down about an hour ago, but for everything to work out properly, she would only know about one of those servants. Because she knew about Assassins death, she is the grail for group one, which further complicates things because Ninja's Caster and Undercover Lancer are part of that group. Undercover Lancer had to be summoned after Saber and Berserker, because a servant is summoned into the class that best suits them. Riley's Lancer should be a Saber or a Berserker. However, her Lancer was summoned before group twos Saber (mine) and Berserker(Muscles) chronologically. That's why I can't switch the groups. Ninja's Caster also has to be summoned in group 2, but he's currently in group one. Fortunately, I can switch that around. Actually, putting him in group 2 makes more sense now that I think of it because my character and his servant. As well, because of stuff. The only way I can really fix this slight error is that Izzy had to take in both Archer and Zero Lancer due to proximity, which means she now has one of group 2's servants inside of her. Not how I intended it, but it works. You said a lot of things... they may mean something... He's speaking.....words.....of some kind. ....no Pablo Español. ..... Anyway, I've neglected to give out servant stats lately, opting for a more "you sense _____" approach, but I'll post up some servant stats tomorrow. I've been busy trying to get some programs onto a disk that I can send out, but the files I needed have become corrupt, or were too buggy to start with... so I'm going to be figuring that out. Otherwise, I've been addicted to Disease 4. This title is much tougher than its previous incarnations, and I'm making it tougher still. However, I feel much more rewarded for my hard work. I'm kinda surprised with it, actually. Tim is of course as epic as ever, but the rest of my team is right up there with her strength wise. It also helps that I'm fleshing her out in one of the RP's we're doing as well. I feel she's grown into her own character by now, though her development has been rather delayed because it hasn't been revealed in-character yet. I am addicted to The Old Republic... I just hope it gets here soon before they strip me of my early access. Why must they produce an MMO based off of Knights of the Old Republic. I'm conflicted between my love of that series and my utter dislike of MMO's. I'm sure that particular game would consume my soul. Furthermore, I love it so far... it's actually going to give WoW a run for its money... and they keep it close to a story line... Furthermore, I've already seen Jedi Master Bastille though she's long dead since it's 300 years after the events in the first games. I am currently on the planet that was bombed from space and having rebuilding issues. Furthermore, I haven't played anything in a while. This I know as I have seen your "last on" continue to grow larger and larger lol I am not going to post in Multiverse till we know if Maya is mind controlled. She's your little puppet undercover....she didn't roll nearly as well as you did. Congrats everyone, the battle is over. I'll make an IC post sometime soon. For now, snow shoveling to be done. Yay!... did we beat Team 'Lame Ass' in the record time? "Team Lame Ass" chose to go up against Ms. Credit' hologram, which would have been a completely different challenge. Their challenge was to land a single hit against her. Her defensive bonuses require an equation to figure out, and it is statistically impossible for an individual to hit her in a one-on-one battle. They beat her really quickly. However, you defeated Squad 17 in record time. They are a legendary squad at the school and due to Rimfires interference, the fight went much smoother than it could have. Remember their combo attack? If Todd wasn't preoccupied with Grimier, he, Shady, and Alfred would be doing their team attack versus everyone, with team attack damages. If that were the case, the fight would have been much tougher for everyone, but you were able to take out his partners while Grimier kept him busy. Your teamwork also was impressive, indicating you probably would have beaten Ms. Credit rather quickly as well, had you chosen to face her.anyway, it took seven turns to defeat Squad 17, which means you qualify for the Rank 2 bonus I had planned. You were a couple turns shy of airing the Rank 3 bonus. The bonus is as follows:Everyone: You gain a level and plus an additional 8 character points to spend with it. You also get a free "combination attack" attribute at Rank 2. Roll a d10 for MP and HP increases. Cmpuncle: Grimier now has the "extra attacks" attribute with the defect "Dependent: Super Speed". This reduces the cost of the attribute by 3, because you have to be going at super speed to use it. Against most foes, the attack is rolled with a +2 bonuses, though I may reduce that for faster enemies. You also get the "Judge Opponent" feat if you didn't already have it. Your hp also increases by 10. Undercover: Field now has an additional +2 bonuses to any attempt to throw an enemy at another enemy. This is because of having to deal with an opponent that would resist being thrown, you have gotten more skilled at it. Ninja: You now have a permanent additional +1 defensive bonus vs. Swords, Fire, Explosions, and guns, Furthermore, you now have a +2 bonuses to defend an ally in trouble. You may add one movement-type key blade ability (like air glide or dodge roll). Myself: Seiko now has more energy to call upon (+15), and her alternate form attribute raises one rank. Her HP also increases by 10please write "bonuses" under your attribute section of your character sheet and list these under "notes". This will help me keep track of everything. Congrats guys. Also, statwise, I haven't given Servant Stats in Fate. Some of them who've died, I won't bother to mention. If I have changed a stat, let me know. Some of them are about to be introduced. Their master is listed in parents. Male Berserker: (Unknown master)STR: Bend: Email: Drag: Luck: ENP: Female? Caster:(Triplet 2)STR:? End:? Agl:? Mag:? Luck:? Noble:? Male Saber: (Defender)STR: Bend: Ball: A+Magic: Cluck: Noble: Male Archer: (Sophie's)STR: End: Ball: CMA: Black: B+Noble: ? Female Berserker:(Zane)STR: A++ - Extend: A++ - Email: Magic Resist: Luck: Enable Phantasm: C-EX Unknown: (Triplet 3)STR: End: ??? Agl: Magic: ??? Luck: Ennoble Phantasm: ?????? Female Rider: (Lancer?) Str: Bend: Dahl: Mag: BNP: A+Luck: Defender: (Caster)STR: End: Ball: Mag: B+NP: ??? Luck: False Saber: (Salem)STR:And: AAG: CMA: BNP: EXLuck: D holy shat on a stick.....oh btw may post about 5-ish after finishing my Linux intro or when we get back from mom's b-day party, i.e. my second time at a club updated I'm updated....NEH I updated a while ago but posted that in the Character thread to move it up on our bookmarks, because I'm a good middle boy. ^_^ I think Undercover gets back today, so hopefully we'll be ready to move on. Especially once you get your mysteriously disappeared post back up Hey everyone. I'm back! Hope you all had a wonderful batch of holidays, and here's to a whole new year! Foot!(And Seiko, take care of yourself. You nearly gave me a heart attack when I heard you were in the hospital!) yeah, get better soon dude. Thanks. I'm actually doing pretty well now. Nausea still kicks in every once in a while, and I had this weird disorientation thing that hit me this morning, but other than that I'm fine. Muscle seems to be hit the hardest right now, so here's hoping you get better soon dude. It seems to have stabilized now after 4 sessions. Turns out the 7Up I was sipping seemed to be triggering sessions, so I took a shower to steam some hydration back into my body, and started swishing water around my mouth to keep it hydrated, then decided to try sipping the water every once in a while and that seems to not be triggering any sessions, so hopefully I can kick this pig with a good nights sleep. Of course Seven Up would do that! Carbonated beverages wreak havoc on upset stomachs! One of the few exceptions is ginger ale, because of the ginger in it. Still, I'm glad to see you're alright. Ugh, I swear you guys. Now you've both gotten my maternal instincts all riled up. Actually Sprite can be great for stomach problems, tends to safely distribute the gas without inducing vomiting or the opposite of that. I have had great success with it when I had issues with stuff coming out of both ends...however if the issue is dehydration than yeah I would stick with water and juice. yeah, normally Sprite or 7Up doesn't do that to me, so I think it was just something related to this particular bout. Anyway I feel pretty much back to normal this morning, I'm not eating anything substantial though just to be safe, just some bread, maybe a banana. Heh. You and your maternal instincts Undercover. It's strange. I've always found Sprite to be soothing for an upset stomach, but my doctors were quite surprised when I told them that. I'm in the same boat dude, I'm not eating much, and when I do eat, it's just small things so apparently, Rachel was kicked out of her parents house... mesh.... huh? What happened? I don't know... what ever it was the result of years of pent-up stress between them, and not our fault. I hope she'll be okay. Does she have someone she can stay with? Last Digital told me she was staying at her grandma's. On the upside my stomach is back to normal, but now it turns out I've either got some sort of virus that's causing my heart to behave abnormally, and thus prevent me from sleeping very well, or it may be an issue with my thyroid, possibly even some sort of Anxiety thing inherited from my mom, but we won't know if it’s one of the last two till the test results come back. Sheesh, dude. First off, I'm glad it wasn't our fault, secondly, dude, I hope it's nothing serious. She said that if she didn't have to worry about school she would have asked to stay with one of us. As much as I'd like to help her out, I can't. If I had my own place maybe, but I don't. yeah, well considering you're getting so bloody far with Microsoft that may not be an issue for you much longer ... I know, it's not really fair to you that they're taking such an interest in me, when you've been trying so hard for so long, but hang in there, something will surely come your way. Well I had someone from my graduating from high school class tell me there was a position open where he works, so he's got my resume now and should be getting it to his boss, plus I'm almost finished learning the Windows Command Line stuff I need to know for the VM Ware job in Broomfield, so those are currently two very likely possibilities. Well good luck with that then dude. Ugh bloody hell, midnight last night my stomach started pulsing, didn't throw up thankfully, but I feel like crap again. Strange, my dad was the same way last night. Hope you feel better. My head seems to dislike me still... may have to see a doctor tomorrow. Sheesh, is nobody I know feeling good? Dad was feeling sick, Muscle was feeling bad, you're not feeling good digitLninja (hope you feel better), Mac had a blood clot scare, my lower back was bothering me all day, Undercover has been feeling drained, etc... Here's hoping we all feel great really soon. I am on the rise to 'healthy' but I may have to call in sick today and get some rest to finish the job. Well I'm feeling better this morning so far, we'll see if it holds, I'm also going to call the doctor today to see if the test results have come back Roll Result: muscle rolled: 1d20Comment: mystery roll Result: 5,Total: 5 glad to hear it guys. Okay, so I've posted the first servant theme. BerserkersTheme.wmv (#)Roll Result: Seiko rolled: 1d20, adding -3to the total Comment: sneak attackyResult: 17,Total: 14sorry dude. Anyway I have to get going guys, I'll try to post tonight when I get home, but no promises. Cool. Thanks. You're welcome. Hey everyone, I apologize for not being online more often lately. It's alright, I apologize for being slightly depressed and constantly on Story S'alright, I spent all day helping move Mercedes into her new apartment......on the 3rd bloody floor. Although I could only help with one trip because I almost fainted after unloading while going to the bathroom. Then I went to the grocery store with my mom, and then we went to a bar for dinner, and then over to Kelly's to watch my baby nephew for them. Sheesh. I keep hearing about that kind of thing happening to people around me. Hope you're feeling better dude. By the way, kinda reminds me of helping you get stuff into YOUR apartment on the third floor. Sorry to hear you've been feeling depressed dude. I can't fault ya for playing a game I greatly desire, especially since Duodenum and Disease 4 have been stealing me away. No worries Liner, I haven't been online much either. (NICE. I've been meaning to ask you a few things to see if you're okay with the ideas, but that'll have to wait ninja. Anyway, due to the proximity of my next interview with Microsoft, I'm under a lot of pressure from family members, (my dad and brother to be exact) to devote all my time to studying. This means I'll have a somewhat decreased presence online for the next 6 days or so. I'll try to post at night when I get home and everyone's in bed, but no guarantees. Thanks for letting us know, and ask away. And I continue to fail, only got one question of my interview right, ugh this is getting utterly ridiculous.... aw. I feel your pain Muscle, I haven't been really successful in a lot of things lately. But we'll get out of these slumps, I believe in us! yeah, I know I'm just getting exhausted of all the crap going on in the job market.... uhh was the "-------" intentional in Fate or did something go wrong with the post? My Body As A Head is a Quick Play Magic card not a trap. Oops. I'll fix the card type. I didn't realize it was a quick play. The ------- was intentional, I think. Let me check. ^_^ who do I have a bad feeling bout all this? (Epic! And finally unlocked Shining Darkness on 2011 cool. So hey, you think that artist would be willing to do Fallenangewomon for me? They are amazing! 10 BUX for a full color commission he uses PayPal Well looks like I might finally be in a favorable position job search-wise. Just came back from Boulder talking with a staffing company that wants to place me at IBM in Boulder. I told them that the staffing company here in Denver wants to place me at a company here in Aurora, and that I would prefer the one here in Aurora because of the smaller distance. So I told him I'd email Insight, the Denver company and if they didn't get me any closer to the one here in Aurora after a week they'll go ahead and push for me at IBM. So when I got back I put pressure on the company in Denver by telling them about the one in Boulder and saying I'd prefer them but that we'd need to get the ball rolling quickly. So now even if the one here falls through I should get the one in Boulder. And its already been decided, since Insight was too slow on the uptake the company they wanted to place me at already filled the position which means I gave the green light to Kelly to work on IBM. Sweet dude grants Shaman King Interest Check (this morning... and I still could really use those cards on that list... there's no guarantee I can get them at Stone bridge. Plus I work today and next Saturday which are the tournament days. As much as I'd enjoy a Shaman king RP, I'm kinda too busy to take on another role-play. As for cards, I have some, but they're in decks. Sorry guys, I know I said I'd post tonight, but my emotional state is utter crap right now. I'm doing ya a favor by waiting till tomorrow morning, believe me. No problem, dude. Thanks. This day off has done wonders I know what you mean. Hi y'all. Im kinda back now...kinda awesome. So I'll basically be posting in one or two RP's at a time for now. Makes it a lot more manageable! yay, I'll post in Fate tomorrow after training, freaking temporary writer's block, and tiredness, lol At least it was only temporary Everyone, roll a d20. For the fate game. Roll Result: DigitLninja rolled: 1d20Comment: Fate Game Result: 6 8 is what I rolled 12. ME3 was out yesterday... I missed meals for it, so I may not be on much... Me3? Mass effect 3 Ah. schedule wise, is everything still good for the 30 and31 of march for best? Still won't have a regular schedule for another couple weeks.... I asked for the days off, but I also have a week off next month, I'll double-check today if I got the days off because it shouldn't be a problem to have two days off at the end of a week... as two days off is typical every week and I requested hours every other day that week. Cool. Since we'll probably do it at your place Muscle, it's up to you whether you want to invite people to join us. With just the 3 and a half of us, it might be a small party. Unless you can think of anyone else I know that I should invite, it probably won't be getting any higher on numbers. Or of course you pull off a surprise of some sort. There's always Alyssa ad Rachel... though at this point I don't think ether of them would be coming... I officially have the days off. Maybe Ellie and Ed? Though it'd be quite a haul for them. Perhaps they could meet me at my place and I'd carpool them down. However with her art show coming up, Ellie might be busy. Adam you should contact Alyssa to see if she wants to join us... I will inform Rachel today...in other news at work last night there were two girls dressed as Miku and the blond haired Vocaloid checking out, I told them they looked awesome. Wait till you hear about the lady Seiko had come in today....lol Cool. There are a couple of blonde VOCALOID but Peru is not as popular as In, so my guess is that it was her. As for my interesting customer, she was wearing her pants incredibly low, to the point you could tell she wasn't wearing undies... seriously, while I enjoy seeing them, why do I get all the under dressed female customers? Girls in bikinis older women in nothing but their underwear, this lady... Sheesh, just talking about it makes me miss Undercover.take that comment as you will... ... well, could still be worse... they could be men... alright got my desk and computer finally Oh, the men are worse... I'm sure a few off them were mentally insane... lol ^^ Hey Seiko, I saw this gorgeous girl the other day. She was the kind of girl we'd both find absolutely hot! I'm thinking I'll try out her style, see how you like it! Haven't seen any good-looking guys though. Probably for the best. When am I going to see you again, I miss you too! oh, dear goodness you can borrow my miniskirt if you like. I don't even want to know WHY you have a miniskirt, lol I had to toss mine out...a family member found some of the undercovers clothes and freaked out...sorry undercover. In regard to that girl, if we both would find her attractive she must have looked a hell of a lot like you. Anyway anything looks good on you, so you don't have to go copy another woman's style. Id rather just see you in person, it has been far too long. Thank goodness finally got my regular schedule which goes into effect next week, 9 am to 5:30 pm. No more almost falling asleep on the way to work for me, not to mention I don't have to be in bed by like 8:45. Awesome. So final word on our game later this week. I'll be coming down on Friday evening after work. That means ill probably be down there Round 6 or 6:30. I'll then proceed to finish repairs on Britney while King care of setting everybody up. Apparently the sister of a friend needs a ride. Where is she?. First off... I'm pissed at you both for not informing me of the fact that you planed to work Friday and have Saturday and Sunday off, I have work Sunday, and it's looking less and less likely like that is going to change... so thanks for the heads-up... Rachel will only be able to come if Bret is with us... apparently he (with a DUI and unable to drive) is safer than the three of us. Again you never asked, EITHER of us, yes we didn't mention it, but I figured you might figure that out, since you know that I'm still just starting at my job. Never assume, ASK us next time, please. Dude. I requested Friday and Saturday. I only got Saturday. I announced that fact as soon as I could. If that's going to be your attitude, perhaps I should just call it off entirely... so you only have Saturday off... so we aren't planing to play on Sunday then... They may or may not give me Sunday off. I won't know till FridaQuoteQuotey. Because I want to spend as much time with you two as I can, and if I know all the hours available then I can plan accordingly... remember that in two weeks I'm going to be gone for an entire week without work... I'll be losing a lot of money for that and had I known before about Sunday then I won't be losing more money now... However... I truly believe that this game will be worth it, even if we don't get very far. Adam I want to discuss my character with you so if you get the chance please jump onto AIM Sorry, my phone is not the best for posting on this site. I'll try to get on aim when I get home. Still a couple of computers to work on here. By the way I told Muscle and ladybug to use 350 to build their characters. Because yours was originally built with 350 and because of time constraints. Alright... who is ladybug? Take a wild guess, not too hard to figure out ;-) It's going to be hard for me to be on online over the next few days. Ninja, if you wish to discuss your character with me, it'll either have to be via pm or in person on Friday during setup... speaking of which, I really should come up with a character tonight.... Me too. Alright guys. I'd like you to choose one from this list:Life, Doom, Blood, Time, Breath, Rage, Hope, Heart, Mind, Light, and Void. And one from this list. Prince, Bard, Knight, Witch, Maid, Rogue, Thief, Page, Heir, Seer. Alright I pick Void and Heir, now you name yours lol Thief and Heart if you must know. Rogue and Space. Ooh, Space rogue! >:) Hope and Knight Most interesting indeed. I half expected you to pick knight and time. Glad you didn't. This is going to be interesting to say the least. I was actually going to choose Heart and Knight... but Heart was taken, so I went with Hope If you want, it's yours. I'm sticking with Hope Knight... which will be the name of my fourth child... Furthermore, I meant knight and Heart. By the way, thank you for your character concept. It allows me to bullshit a few things and blame it on your ability...which makes everything run smoothly. yeah, I part of me was hoping for that to happen... the other part just wanted an awesome power that isn't used much I'm thinking of using this for a boss battle. ’D hahahahahahahahahahawww.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV6lx9crAs&feature=related (#) so my guy is going to be another half-dragon, haven't named him yet or done anything with him except for physical description. For Body, Mind, Soul do we have a ceiling for how high the stat should be? I consider 4 to be typical"real life" human, so 6 or 7 would be best character average. 12 is the highest. So its 1 point up to seven. 8 is 10 points, 9 is 20, 10 is 40, and so forth. Hey, thanks for the tip about the new Tales game, ninja. I might check it out once I've beaten Symphonic (which I have not been playing). No prob... I might check it out once I get back from Mexico next week. Enjoy your trip dude. I will, I leave on Friday... still have to go buy mace... I'm tempted to buy my PS3 right now... but they are still going for 300 BUX right? 209 for 40 GB, 229 for 60GB, 250 for 160 GB, oh those are pre-owned....., 250 for 160GB new, 300 for 320GB if you get a bundle. Don't drink the water. And Mace, huh? Isn't that illegal? Mace? no, if it were illegal than it wouldn't be the preferred method of defense for female units.it's about 250 for the one I want but I won't be getting it till I get back from Mexico.it's a resort where all food and drink is paid for... water will be bottled... in some countries it is. Sweden being one if I'm not mistaken. Still, I prefer my hands and feet, or maybe a sword. Can't be unarmed unless they literally lop them off... umm isn't Mace restricted on planes? I have little physical training, this gives me a weapon that can extend up to 3 feet and is easy to use. I plan to put it in my luggage... not my carry on... Also, I just realized that technically, if you wield no weapon, you ARE unarmed. The point I was making is that if your body is your weapon, then you can't be disarmed unless they literally lop off your arms....here's some basics. Hands, feet, knees, and elbows. Make them make contact with opponent HARD in places that aren't. Anyway, I totally intended to post in all the role-plays. Sorry guys. Considering if any of my family has an attempted kidnapping they will have guns, and we would be using hands and feet if not for my buying mace...this is a better idea than trying to punch a man with a gun in the face or balls... I know. I applaud your foresight in defending yourself. Furthermore, I'm just voicing my personal preference of weaponry. Feedback on our live game please. Is like to know what everyone thought and any suggestions for improvement. More people and more time... More people would have been nice. Then maybe we would have had more participation. Timewise, there was little we could do about that with our jobs. I would have liked to have been there to actually control my character. I want to meet your friends, and actually hang out I'm sure we'll get that chance someday. ;-) Hey everyone. I've been staring at the screen trying to think of what to write and I'm just not feeling it today. Hopefully this writer's block will be gone tomorrow.

Mech Wars OOC (Saikotsu, cmpuncle, DigitLninja, UnderCov3rL0ver)|rating:2.0

The Mystical Lake _ IC thread (Pathfinder, kinky bondage fun)

It's been a long time since all of you have had any kind of vacation. And it's about time you've had one, too; killing monsters and terrorizing peasants into giving you a year's pay for "saving" the town is hard work, after all! Thankfully, there's this nice lake in the mountains, Lake Dinah, that's supposed to have a really nice resort. It took most of the day to travel to the mountains and hike up the pass, but eventually you manage to reach the lake. Two very large and impressive-looking gates stand in front of you, right after the road splits. In the distance, beyond the gate on the left you see what looks like a large temple. A few moments after you arrive, a Batgirl wearing a Yucatán rushes up to the group. When she stops, the robe slips open, revealing quite a bit of her large cleavage. "Hello, hello!" she shouts, grinning at the group. "Welcome to the town of Time! Now, just come this way, and we'll get you all situated in here," she says as she begins to lead you off towards the gate." Not so fast!" comes a voice in the distance as an elf rides up to the group, coming from he left gate. "I'm sure these fine people haven't come this way to visit a town full of nothing but drunken debauchery. You've clearly come to visit the Sardine Temple, of course. Don't bother with that dump, as we're a much better place to sit and relax."" What? Why would they want to sit around and pray at some boring temple when they could be having fun?" the Batgirl replied, glaring at the elf. "It's obvious they want to actually enjoy themselves. So come on to Time. We've got the best alcohol around, and better yet, one sip of the lake's water the next day will cure any hangover! Only fifty gold per ounce!"" Again with exploiting the travelers! The lake water should be free to all," the elf shouted, glaring at the Batgirl just as strongly. "Don't let her words trick you. For only a small donation of around one thousand gold pieces, every service we offer at the Temple, including the water, is free." Walking from place to place puts me into a rather foul mood, glaring at the others while making our way around the mountains to get at this supposed lake of wonders. The brisk cold mountain air doing little to bother me, as I am currently wearing a rather cute red and black dress, with fully exposed legs and the sides of my torso for air conditioning. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(nine foxfire tails waving back and forth behind me, showing off my annoyance to anyone who knows me well enough to read my moods through my tails movements." Argh! Why didn't we buy a carriage or something!? Someone is going to pay for me having to walk all day like this!" Pouting and glaring at the others even harder before we crest the last ridge and see the gates to the two lake towns. My mood instantly perking up, which makes my tails perk up as well, as I giggle in delight and scamper down the road to check this out! Getting to the Batgirl first and watching the upcoming philosophical debate. All I needed to hear was talk about booze and partying and maybe something about orgies, before I giggle out even more and chase after the exposed Batgirl."Oh, thank you! Civilization at last! I could just kiss you from how grateful I am!" Which I promptly do, grabbing the half exposed Batgirl and tonguing her mouth with tears in my eyes. Getting a nice full taste of her while idly casting charm person on her as well for added measure. Wiggling my butt back and forth as my tails dance in joy and casually light a small bush nearby on fire. (DC 17 will save.) (ArescuLocation:The Gates Tagging:Elf rider person, Christian was rather surprised to see such a sudden reception to greet him. Admittedly, the damper would likely be more inclined towards the town, but peace and quiet (well, it was always quiet for him) at the temple didn't sound all that bad either. While he didn't hear the tone of excitement the Batgirl was using, her general body language told him enough to know that she was probably a little hyperactive. Rather than trying to communicate a question with his voice, the deaf oracle instead held up a small pendant, one of many he carried. It was what appeared to be a large insect, Agatha's typical symbol. He pointed to it while looking quizzically at the elf, wondering if the rider would get what he was asking, and what the answer might be. If no to either, well, the town was appealing enough. The damper was evidently startled by the mistune running forward and showing the Batgirl her gratefulness to be back in a town again, because he gave her a rather questioning look as she ran forward. VeriSign was quite pleased herself to see the signs of civilization. It would be awful nice to be able to get in a nice hot bath and be able to look around for some rather pleasurable company for the night. What's more, the elf's smile only grew all the more wide as she looked on to see a beautiful young woman moving towards them baring a great deal of her sizable chest at the group. Just as she was about to move towards the woman a male rode in to come tell of his side. Unfortunately for him, his party didn't seem quite as entertaining as the party on the right. VeriSign looked over to the man saying, "Sorry guy. Drunken debauchery isexactlywhat most people want when coming in from off the road. You may want to look into it." With that she began walking towards the woman only to see HRI finish closing the distance to stuff the cat girl's mouth with fox tongue. It wasn't fair. The damn mage always gets to have all the fun first. Kana me stood a little bit back from her friends at first. The wind off of the lake rustled her long purple hair. Wide, dark eyes closed, and she inhaled the hints of sweet water. She lifted a hand, clad in a heavy, jeweled purple gauntlet, and tucked a few locks of hair behind her ears. Glancing towards the priest thoughtfully, she pondered aloud, “Maybe they have books…” The girl had soft golden skin. Her heavy purple armor had wide cauldrons and covered just bellow her breasts. Her taut midriff and round thighs were covered only by a purple beach thong. High boots came up to her knees. A broad, heavy bastard sword slung across her back. It’s hilt ornately decorated with a golden dragon, it’s wings forming the cross guard. Her cheeks colored a little as her nine-tailed friend joyful kissed the woman come to invite them to the resort town. Well… Dancing and singing won’t be so bad. Maybe VeriSign will dance with me. Bold as she was on the battlefield, Kana me was rather shy personal. She did a very poor job of concealing her crush on Very, and a worse job of acting on it. (Someone really needed to teach her to relax and enjoy herself…) She walked up next to Very and looked over at her. “If you think that’s the most fun, Very, I’m with you.” The elf looked at the group, frowning as everyone decided to go with the Batgirl. Frustrated, he turned his horse around and rode back to the gate, waiting for the next group that may want to rest in the temple. Meanwhile, the Batgirl kissed HRI back with equal passion, the charm spell working wonders with her, as she began to grind her body against the fox girl. After a few moments of making out, she stepped away. As much as she wanted to let HRI ravish her, she had a job to do, dang it! "Well, if you'll all come this way then, I'll show you to the town," she said as she led them to the gate, which opened to let the new visitors through. As they walked towards the town, she continued. "As I said before, Time is known as a large party and resort town. The lake water helps make excellent alcohol, and everything we use for it is grown right here, so there's plenty to go around! Even better, the lake water cures not only hangovers, but also any liver damage! Unfortunately, those stuffy guys at the temple think we're disrupting the peace here, so they've tried to attack us. Don't worry, our guards keep them out of the town completely." After traveling for about half a mile around the lake, the group reached a large city set in a natural valley. "Ok, here's the town. I'll guide you guys through it. First, the inns you can stay at are all scattered about. I suggest staying at this one here, the Sexy Kitten. Anyway, we've got plenty of bars around too, and they're open all day and all night. If you're interested in sex, the market has plenty of sexy slave girls, most of which were captured from the temple. Now..." she said, turning back to HRI, "Shall we get you into your room and continue where we left off? (ArescuLocation:The Gates Tagging:Batgirl, Spenserian shrugged indifferently at the elf's nonresponse, and followed the Batgirl. Since he couldn't hear what she was saying, he instead looked around at the town to take it all in. He had to lift his arm to shield his eyes against the light to get the most out of it. It was indeed the debauched place he had heard so much about. The real question was, where would he start first? The pale damper gazed out at the town. Nothing made itself readily apparent, so he pushed up the sleeve on his coat and indicated to the Batgirl one of the tattoos on his forearm. This particular one was a symbol of Aura, a demon lord, and supposedly the first vampire. His arched eyebrow and nod towards the town (he hoped, anyway) would make his question clear:any like me in town? Still, to anyone capable of recognizing the other tattoos, the symbols of Noctua and Socothbenoth in particular, both incredibly lustful demon lords, might tip off his proclivities. Stelian's Tattoos The one he's pointing to is the one on the far left. In order, they represent Aura, Abraham, Noctua, Orcs, and Socothbenoth; all five are demon lords, the more chaotic objects of his worship.(( (( (Casually groping and playing with my new kitty as she explains the situation, moaning and giggling in joy over how amazing this place will be! All smiles and perky tails as we make our way into the city proper and towards the Sexy Kitten. Taking a look at the building as she explains the slave market in the city, and how they get most of their stock from raiding the temple for future whores. The lake sounding good as well, as I do hope there are nude beaches! But first things first... Giving the kitten another firm and deep kiss right there in the street, reaching a paw down to her crotch and play with her pussy. Fondling her with 6 of my tails as well, as they touch her in all the right places and caress her firmly. Each one feeling like the most perfect fluffy warm pillow ever, as I can easily tail molest anyone into a sex coma with just them." Awww, why go somewhere private? I need a new maid to do all the chores, and I would be oh so grateful if you were to be my first slave girl..." Telling her this while casually pressing my body more onto her and feeling how wet her pussy is. The Batgirl looked over at Italian, but had no idea what any of his tattoos were, and just gave him a confused, "I'm too horny to bother thinking" look. Turning to HRI, she smiled coyly, but shook her head. "Hm... I'd love to be with you more, foxy, but I don't think I want to be someone's slave girl." Despite what she said, HRI could feel her hand getting soaked from the Batgirl's sex, and she started to moan softly as the tails continued to caress her body. Her kimono was hanging off her shoulders now, and would be exposing her whole top if it wasn't for all the tails in the way. A moment later, she added, "If you want to get me a maid outfit though, I'll be your maid for the day." Quote from: Lethal on 20-02-2013, 07:05:55The Batgirl looked over at Italian, but had no idea what any of his tattoos were, and just gave him a confused, "I'm too horny to bother thinking" look. Turning to HRI, she smiled coyly, but shook her head. "Hm... I'd love to be with you more, foxy, but I don't think I want to be someone's slave girl." Despite what she said, HRI could feel her hand getting soaked from the Batgirl's sex, and she started to moan softly as the tails continued to caress her body. Her kimono was hanging off her shoulders now, and would be exposing her whole top if it wasn't for all the tails in the way. A moment later, she added, "If you want to get me a maid outfit though, I'll be your maid for the day." Pouting down at my new chew toy, as it is always so naughty to have disobedient slaves. Still I smile down at her and give her another lewd deep kiss, adding more tails to the groping and getting all 9 in on the action. One tail snaking between her legs and under the hem of her kimono, lifting it up and exposing anyone watching her butt. Still the lewd tail keeps the kimono up as another tail follows its lead and goes between her legs, helping my paw with massaging and teasing her wet kitty cunt. The amazing soft and warm fur teasing her pussy directly, as I keep kissing her deeply and swallowing all of her moans into my mouth. Slowly breaking her down with my kissing and groping and tail molestation, until she gives me what I want... Kana me’s cheeks and even abs flushed as HRI expertly molested their guide. She was embarrassed, but she didn’t really want to look away, either. As the cat girl’s hips began to rock and her kimono slipped off under the tails, the purple haired girl wrenched her eyes away. They settled on her mute friend, and she offered a cheerful smile, What had he been asking earlier? She held out her hand. A slowly purple mist flowed from her gauntlet into the form of a rectangle, then coalesced into a small chalk board with a few sticks of white chalk. She wrote on it and passed it to Italian. It said, I’m sorry, what were you asking earlier? Perhaps we should price the slave girl’s and see if there is one to your liking? My brother has a beautiful little redhead. All the successful men in my country do. Italian seemed a little miffed at her dismissal of his question, but decided it wasn't worth getting up in arms about. However, he smiled at Kana me's gesture, producing a chalkboard and chalk of his own from the pouch on his belt. I was asking if there were any vampires or dampers in town, he wrote on the slate. As for slaves, perhaps later. I'm far more interested to see if there are any of my ilk here first. Perhaps you'd like to join me? He ignored HRI and the Batgirl and walked past them, venturing into Time. VeriSign's attitude towards the encounter involving the groups resident mage only worsened as it went on. The sight of HRI openly ravishing the sexy young woman right there in public made the young elf even more jealous. It was just around the time that the girl offered to be her maid for the day if a uniform was provided that she had had quite enough. She sighed quite audibly and muttered, "Yeah... I really need something to drink." With that she shoved off in search of an attractive looking watering hole. The Batgirl continued to moan as HRI molested her, writhing in the foxy sorceress's grasp. Her kimono kept slipping, eventually dropping on the ground, leaving her naked and exposed except for the tails covering and massaging her body. She reached into HRI's dress, through the openings on her sides, and began to play with the fox girl's breasts. "I could do more for you if you took off your top..." she said as she broke off the kiss, quickly leaning in again to continue it. Quote from: Lethal on 21-02-2013, 08:09:10The Batgirl continued to moan as HRI molested her, writhing in the foxy sorceress's grasp. Her kimono kept slipping, eventually dropping on the ground, leaving her naked and exposed except for the tails covering and massaging her body. She reached into HRI's dress, through the openings on her sides, and began to play with the fox girl's breasts. "I could do more for you if you took off your top..." she said as she broke off the kiss, quickly leaning in again to continue it." Only if you be a good kitten and be my new pet. Come on now, you know how much fun it would be..." Adding that last part with one of the lewd tails taking the opportunity to wiggle into her pussy, teasing her delicate insides with its soft fluffy goodness. My other 8 tails dance around her and massage and molest her flesh in all the right ways, effectively blocking her from view as I let her play with my breasts for the time being. Smiling and purring down at her all the same, playing with one of her ears and looking down at her with a firm mistress glare. My butt wiggling from side to side slowly as I play with my new chew toy, not at all bothering if I am gathering a crowd from all of this molestation in public. There was indeed a small crowd watching the two, though most people simply stopped to watch for a few moments before moving on, as apparently sights like this weren't very uncommon here. The Batgirl continued to moan into HRI's kiss as the fox girl molested her, rocking her body with the tail penetrating her. Soon, she shivered and cried out as an orgasm rocked her body, her pussy walls clamping down on HRI's tail. "Ohh... yes, it would be fun..." she said after she could talk again. "Yes, I will. But only if I can spend time with the other ladies that are with you, too." Quote from: Lethal on 21-02-2013, 18:26:11There was indeed a small crowd watching the two, though most people simply stopped to watch for a few moments before moving on, as apparently sights like this weren't very uncommon here. The Batgirl continued to moan into HRI's kiss as the fox girl molested her, rocking her body with the tail penetrating her. Soon, she shivered and cried out as an orgasm rocked her body, her pussy walls clamping down on HRI's tail. "Ohh... yes, it would be fun..." she said after she could talk again. "Yes, I will. But only if I can spend time with the other ladies that are with you, too." Sliding the lewd tail out of her pussy after she has enjoyed herself. Smiling down at her and petting on her head some more like the good pet she is, giggling down and naturally agreeing with her."Oh, of course you'll help when I bring boys and girls to my bed. But first things first, where do I go to get you all registered as my pet? I do need to buy that maid outfit for you as well, along with other.... accessories...Sgt;.Sgt;" Quote from: Mysteries on 20-02-2013, 17:53:18Verisira's attitude towards the encounter involving the groups resident mage only worsened as it went on. The sight of HRI openly ravishing the sexy young woman right there in public made the young elf even more jealous. It was just around the time that the girl offered to be her maid for the day if a uniform was provided that she had had quite enough. She sighed quite audibly and muttered, "Yeah... I really need something to drink." With that she shoved off in search of an attractive looking watering hole. Thankfully for VeriSign, finding a place to get a drink was easy, as there was a bar of some sort on just about every street. The place she ended up in turned out to be a fairly nice place, the type where you didn't have to worry about being robbed or having a fight break out for no reason. The bar was also pretty lively, with quite a few patrons drinking and chatting. A small stage on the back had an even girl dancing in a very revealing outfit, much to the delight of a small crowd. Several other girls, dressed in outfits that were much less revealing but still showed plenty of leg and generous cleavage, went from table to table taking orders and delivering food and drink. A few moments after she entered, the girl on stage stopped dancing, gave a bow to the crowd, and slipped off of the stage, heading straight to an open seat on the bar. Quote from: NicciKotor on 22-02-2013, 03:28:25Sliding the lewd tail out of her pussy after she has enjoyed herself. Smiling down at her and petting on her head some more like the good pet she is, giggling down and naturally agreeing with her. "Oh of course you'll help when I bring boys and girls to my bed. But first things first, where do I go to get you all registered as my pet? I do need to buy that maid outfit for you as well, along with other.... accessories...Sgt;.Sgt;""It's in the center of town, next to the mayor's office. They can register slave girls, give you a collar for her and everything. There's also a clothing shop nearby," the Batgirl said as she smiled at HRI, seeming to be more and more excited by the idea. Quote from: Lethal on 22-02-2013, 08:11:33"It's in the center of town, next to the mayor's office. They can register slave girls, give you a collar for her and everything. There's also a clothing shop nearby," the Batgirl said as she smiled at HRI, seeming to be more and more excited by the idea." Very good kitten..." Smiling down at her and taking the lead to find the slavery registry. A smile and purr on my lips as I keep covering up my new chew toys Jackie flesh with my foxfire tails. Making sure to shake my butt about for added effect while walking down the road, taking stock of anything interesting going on. VeriSign smiled as she walked into the bar. The place was wonderful. The atmosphere was nice, the wait staff was nice, and the girl up on stage... this was definitely the right place. Already VeriSign knew that the dancer was her goal, and if she found herself lucky enough to be able to woo the girl she would certainly be in for a treat. Who better to find yourself in bed with than someone who has potentially had a century or more learning the art of love? When the elf left the stage and headed for the bar, VeriSign quickly moved over to get near her, even should it mean she had to stand. Many people's attention would likely be diverted away from the elf if/when another dancer got up on stage, but in the meantime she intended to start chatting her up before anyone else swooped in on her girl. "That was wonderful." VeriSign commented. "I only managed to catch the last minute or so of your act, but if what I saw was any indication then I must say that you dance every bit as well as you look, and you look absolutely divine! Can I get you a drink?" Quote from: NicciKotor on 22-02-2013, 08:18:34"Very good kitten..." Smiling down at her and taking the lead to find the slavery registry. A smile and purr on my lips as I keep covering up my new chew toys Jackie flesh with my foxfire tails. Making sure to shake my butt about for added effect while walking down the road, taking stock of anything interesting going on. The Batgirl reaches down to pick up her clothing before walking off with HRI, though she doesn't put it on again. She leads HRI to a small ring of tents, with several wooden platforms scattered about. On several of the platforms are girls in various states of undress, most of them with a leash connecting them to wooden poles. Several of them are simply standing or sitting in place, looking around with worry, though a few seem to understand their new position and are actively trying to entice the crowd into buying them. At the center of the area is a small building with an open front, and a bearded man with a permanent scowl sitting behind a counter. "Yeah, what do you want? Buying a slave, or registering one?" he says while glaring at the two girls. Quote from: Mysteries on 22-02-2013, 15:32:00Verisira smiled as she walked into the bar. The place was wonderful. The atmosphere was nice, the wait staff was nice, and the girl up on stage... this was definitely the right place. Already VeriSign knew that the dancer was her goal, and if she found herself lucky enough to be able to woo the girl she would certainly be in for a treat. Who better to find yourself in bed with than someone who has potentially had a century or more learning the art of love? When the elf left the stage and headed for the bar, VeriSign quickly moved over to get near her, even should it mean she had to stand. Many people's attention would likely be diverted away from the elf if/when another dancer got up on stage, but in the meantime she intended to start chatting her up before anyone else swooped in on her girl. "That was wonderful." VeriSign commented. "I only managed to catch the last minute or so of your act, but if what I saw was any indication then I must say that you dance every bit as well as you look, and you look absolutely divine! Can I get you a drink?" Verisira's guess was correct, as most of the people in the bar turned to the new woman on the stage, a tie fling in similar garb as the elf. There was an open seat next to her, and the elf looked over and smiled shyly when VeriSign took a seat. She smiled again and blushed at the girl's compliments, shaking her head. "Oh, no, I'm not that good. I just started here... Melany there is much better than I am," she said, taking a look at the stage. "But yes, I would like a drink, if you're offering. My name's Ring, by the way." Looking down at the man with my patented lewd foxy smile, giving my chew toy a nice firm spank on her rear just for the fun of it." Ah yes, I would like to register my new kitten here as my slave girl." All the while keeping my paw on her right butt cheek, letting my tails go back to normal position, so anyone can see her cute Jackie flesh. I do also pay attention to these tents and the other girls waiting for the auction block, as this town is just perfect! The man paused and glared at the two for a bit, seemingly unimpressed by the Batgirl's sudden exposure, but after a moment he nodded and pulled out some papers, as well as a metal collar and leash. "Alright, that's 250 gold pieces, and that includes registration and the collar. Other bindings or markings are your own responsibility," he said. Meanwhile, the Batgirl blushed a bit at being suddenly exposed, looking around, though she seemed to enjoy the exhibition, not bothering to get dressed again. Quote from: Lethal on 23-02-2013, 22:13:28The man paused and glared at the two for a bit, seemingly unimpressed by the Batgirl's sudden exposure, but after a moment he nodded and pulled out some papers, as well as a metal collar and leash. "Alright, that's 250 gold pieces, and that includes registration and the collar. Other bindings or markings are your own responsibility," he said. Meanwhile, the Batgirl blushed a bit at being suddenly exposed, looking around, though she seemed to enjoy the exhibition, not bothering to get dressed again. Happily paying the nice man the gold needed for my new chew toy, casually asking him at the same time about any costume shops nearby, along with a kink store and tattoo parlor. Handing over the gold while smacking my new kittens butt once again, looking over the paperwork and filling out what needs to be filled out, so the man can get his copy for the records. Looking over the collar and seeing that the serial number matches that of the paperwork, as I go and pick it up and hand it over to my cute kitten. Telling her to snap it around her own neck and enslave herself by her own hands. (ArescuLocation:Main Square Tagging:Kana me, Spenserian wandered through the streets of the town, glancing back to see if Kana me was staying with him, looking for any particularly pale-skinned types who might fit a similar description to him. Of course, vampires wouldn't be out, but he knew that other dampers might be more willing to walk in the day. He found himself in the main square. He approached one particularly well-shaded booth and wrote up on his chalkboard,"Is there a house of fangs nearby?" Quote from: NicciKotor on 23-02-2013, 22:28:43Happily paying the nice man the gold needed for my new chew toy, casually asking him at the same time about any costume shops nearby, along with a kink store and tattoo parlor. Handing over the gold while smacking my new kittens butt once again, looking over the paperwork and filling out what needs to be filled out, so the man can get his copy for the records. Looking over the collar and seeing that the serial number matches that of the paperwork, as I go and pick it up and hand it over to my cute kitten. Telling her to snap it around her own neck and enslave herself by her own hands. The man nodded to HRI's question, pointing out a few shops around town. There was indeed all sorts of sexy and kinky shops, as this town is full of all kinds of kinky debauchery. The Batgirl looked at the collar, back to HRI's smiling face, and to the collar again. After a few more moments of hesitation, she placed it on her neck, locking it shut and smiling at HRI. Quote from: Lethal on 25-02-2013, 06:31:12The man nodded to HRI's question, pointing out a few shops around town. There was indeed all sorts of sexy and kinky shops, as this town is full of all kinds of kinky debauchery. The Batgirl looked at the collar, back to HRI's smiling face, and to the collar again. After a few more moments of hesitation, she placed it on her neck, locking it shut and smiling at HRI. Giggling in delight and yanking on her new leash, reaching over to pet her head and spank her as well. Taking my copy of the paperwork and putting it into my magical purse, yanking on the leash some more and telling her to come along now. Pondering what to name her as we walk off and towards the tattoo place, casually molesting her with my foxfire tails."Hammy... how about Pussy for a name, Pussy?" Quote from: Lethal on 23-02-2013, 03:34:55Verisira's guess was correct, as most of the people in the bar turned to the new woman on the stage, a tie fling in similar garb as the elf. There was an open seat next to her, and the elf looked over and smiled shyly when VeriSign took a seat. She smiled again and blushed at the girl's compliments, shaking her head. "Oh, no, I'm not that good. I just started here... Melany there is much better than I am," she said, taking a look at the stage. "But yes, I would like a drink, if you're offering. My name's Ring, by the way." Verisira smiled lightly at the girl's response. This was turning out not to be quite the challenge that she had rather hoped for as the woman seemed to have a little bit of a low self-esteem, but that certainly didn't mean that she was giving up the hunt, at least she has to put more effort into the chase than the horny mage. "Well Ring, I don't think you are giving yourself anywhere near enough credit. You are a far better dancer than you realize. After all, I didn't wait to see Melany dance and go sit next to her, did I? Obviously you showed enough skill to impress me." Once finished, VeriSign threw up two fingers to wave over the barkeep shooting him a quick "I'll have a pint of your finest mead, as well as whatever my lovely companion would like." Quote from: NicciKotor on 26-02-2013, 06:51:45Giggling in delight and yanking on her new leash, reaching over to pet her head and spank her as well. Taking my copy of the paperwork and putting it into my magical purse, yanking on the leash some more and telling her to come along now. Pondering what to name her as we walk off and towards the tattoo place, casually molesting her with my foxfire tails. "Hammy... how about Pussy for a name, Pussy?"" Oh, I like that name. Thank you, Mistress," the Batgirl said, purring as she was constantly molested by the sorceress's tails. The tattoo parlor was a pretty large place, the walls covered in drawings sampling the artist's work. Two slave girls were shackled to the wall in a spread-eagle position, their bodies covered with tattoos as more samples. A moment after entering the shop, the owner came out from the backroom. She wasn't covered in as many tattoos as the slave girls, mostly just a few on her arms and legs, but it looked like those she had been done by herself as well. "Another new owner, hm?" she asked as she saw HRI come in with Pussy. "Alright, what can I get for you?" Giving Pussy another grope with my paw on the butt as I look over the display kittens and one of the tattoo artists. Giving her a wink and a smile, leaning in closer to her and waving my tails about for added effect. Not bothering to charm this one this time around, since they are providing a very important service and they deserve to be paid. Thinking this over while grabbing Pussy and presenting her butt to the artists. Spanking it one more time and lifting her tail for added measure,"Hamm, how about a nice tattoo right here on her right butt cheek that reads, "Please, Spank Me!"." Twirling her around and fondling her left breast as well, telling the artist that I want a character of myself on top of her left teat, along with, "Property of HRI", above her pussy and her name on her right side of her face. Also telling her that I want some lewd tattoos myself, asking for the same spank me tattoo on my right butt cheek, along with "Pussy's Mistress" inked above my own cunt. Besides asking if she is capable of animated tattoos, as I would just love to get one of a nine tail fox scampering around on my flesh. Quote from: Mysteries on 26-02-2013, 07:20:40Verisira smiled lightly at the girl's response. This was turning out not to be quite the challenge that she had rather hoped for as the woman seemed to have a little bit of a low self-esteem, but that certainly didn't mean that she was giving up the hunt, at least she has to put more effort into the chase than the horny mage. "Well Ring, I don't think you are giving yourself anywhere near enough credit. You are a far better dancer than you realize. After all, I didn't wait to see Melany dance and go sit next to her, did I? Obviously you showed enough skill to impress me." Once finished, VeriSign threw up two fingers to wave over the barkeep shooting him a quick "I'll have a pint of your finest mead, as well as whatever my lovely companion would like."" I'll take my usual wine," Ring called out to the barkeep before turning back to VeriSign. "Thank you..." she said in a near-whisper, and the woman could tell that she was truly thankful for the compliments. "It's just... I always see such larger crowds for the other girls. I mean, I don't want to brag, but I know I'm good at what I do. But it seems like it's not enough." When the drinks came, Ring started to sip hers, enjoying the taste of the wine. "By the way, I don't think I got your name." Quote from: NicciKotor on 27-02-2013, 02:36:07Giving Pussy another grope with my paw on the butt as I look over the display kittens and one of the tattoo artists. Giving her a wink and a smile, leaning in closer to her and waving my tails about for added effect. Not bothering to charm this one this time around, since they are providing a very important service and they deserve to be paid. Thinking this over while grabbing Pussy and presenting her butt to the artists. Spanking it one more time and lifting her tail for added measure, "Hamm, how about a nice tattoo right here on her right butt cheek that reads, "Please, Spank Me!"." Twirling her around and fondling her left breast as well, telling the artist that I want a character of myself on top of her left teat, along with, "Property of HRI", above her pussy and her name on her right side of her face. Also telling her that I want some lewd tattoos myself, asking for the same spank me tattoo on my right butt cheek, along with "Pussy's Mistress" inked above my own cunt. Besides asking if she is capable of animated tattoos, as I would just love to get one of a nine tail fox scampering around on my flesh. The woman listened and nodded to HRI's requests, considering things. "Yes, I can do all of that," she said once the fox girl was finished. "I'll do your slave first, since I can leave her strapped in while I do yours. Come on over here..." she said as she led Pussy to the back room, where three chairs sat waiting for customers, all of them with plenty of leather straps to hold unwilling customers in place, and small padlocks sitting nearby to make sure they couldn't escape. Some time later, the artist finished with the tattoos on HRI and Pussy, letting the fox girl examine the work before asking up for payment. Once she was done, she let Pussy out of her restraints and showed the two of them out of her shop, wanting them to get going already so she could move on to the next customer wanting slutty tattoos. VeriSign took a healthy quaff of her mead when the drinks arrived as listened well to what her drinking companion had to say. "Well, don't worry too much. People don't know what they want to see. And if nothing else, just think about the fact that you will long out live the others, and it will help things along. Either way, my name is VeriSign." Quote from: Lethal on 27-02-2013, 09:01:46The woman listened and nodded to HRI's requests, considering things. "Yes, I can do all of that," she said once the fox girl was finished. "I'll do your slave first, since I can leave her strapped in while I do yours. Come on over here..." she said as she led Pussy to the back room, where three chairs sat waiting for customers, all of them with plenty of leather straps to hold unwilling customers in place, and small padlocks sitting nearby to make sure they couldn't escape. Some time later, the artist finished with the tattoos on HRI and Pussy, letting the fox girl examine the work before asking up for payment. Once she was done, she let Pussy out of her restraints and showed the two of them out of her shop, wanting them to get going already so she could move on to the next customer wanting slutty tattoos. Purring out in delight with Pussy in tow, yanking on her leash after putting on my clothes and covering up my butt and back tattoo for the most part. Going to need some more sexy clothes for myself and my pet, while walking down the road and looking for the piercing store. Asking Pussy about what sort of lewd rings she wants in her flesh, as she needs more tie off points on her body for later bondage. Quote from: The Raven on 23-02-2013, 23:01:10(Italian ArescuLocation: Main Square Tagging: Kana me, Spenserian wandered through the streets of the town, glancing back to see if Kana me was staying with him, looking for any particularly pale-skinned types who might fit a similar description to him. Of course, vampires wouldn't be out, but he knew that other dampers might be more willing to walk in the day. He found himself in the main square. He approached one particularly well-shaded booth and wrote up on his chalkboard, "Is there a house of fangs nearby?" The girl sitting at the booth smiled and said something to Italian, though he couldn't hear what she said. She looked at the chalkboard for a moment, confused at first, but soon realizing what he meant. Shrugging, she shook her head and gave him an apologetic smile, though it did seem she knew what he was referring to. Quote from: Mysteries on 28-02-2013, 10:53:21Verisira took a healthy quaff of her mead when the drinks arrived as listened well to what her drinking companion had to say. "Well, don't worry too much. People don't know what they want to see. And if nothing else, just think about the fact that you will long out live the others, and it will help things along. Either way, my name is VeriSign."" Well, thank you, VeriSign," she said, smiling a bit. By now she had downed half her glass, and was noticeably more comfortable. She continued to make some small talk, chatting about her job as a dancer and the rest of the city, though it was mostly just friendly small talk. She ordered a few more drinks for herself, and was starting to get a bit tipsy as the two continued to talk. Quote from: NicciKotor on 01-03-2013, 03:02:55Purring out in delight with Pussy in tow, yanking on her leash after putting on my clothes and covering up my butt and back tattoo for the most part. Going to need some more sexy clothes for myself and my pet, while walking down the road and looking for the piercing store. Asking Pussy about what sort of lewd rings she wants in her flesh, as she needs more tie off points on her body for later bondage. Pussy smiled and purred as her Mistress looked around for a piercing shop. "I think there's one over here," she said, leading HRI over to another of the buildings in town. Inside looked like most jewelry shops, with items for sale on display on the counters, though all of them were piercings of various types, with a large section of rather lewd piercings. "Hm? Ah, more customers..." said the Batgirl behind the counter, standing up and stretching. "Well, what can I get for you?"" Mistress, I want some rings for my nipples," Pussy whispered, looking around at the different jewelry "And maybe something for my clit. What do you think looks good?" The purple haired girl felt sorrow well up in her for her friend. What was it like for him? Stuck between the worlds of monster and human in a way few could understand. Did anyone on either side of his heritage really understand him? She knew she didn’t. But that was an empathic thing, too. Her gift was so rare that next to no one really knew what it felt like to do what she could do. No one really understood how what she’d discovered inside of her had turned a modest and proper girl into the wild hearted adventuring woman she sometimes found burning out of herself. Kaname stepped up beside Italian and took his arm. Her wide, dark eyes—strangely innocent in spite of the company she kept and borderline evil things she did—looked into his and she smiled. She spoke, hoping he could read her lips, but prepared to conjure another chalk board from cytoplasm. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.” (ArescuLocation:Main Square Tagging:Kana me, Open The damper sighed with exasperation. No, I didn't suppose so, he thought. Kana me's suggestion, however, seemed to visibly perk him up. He wrote on the chalkboard,"Anywhere you'd like to go in particular? Bar? Club?" After considering for a moment he added another." Brothel?" He felt a bit bad for her. She tried to be good, but her company considered... well, her usual company wasn't exactly the paragon of virtue, himself included. Most people looked down on necromancers who raised the dead, something he did somewhat frequently. Italian gave her a wry smile and waited for her response. Kana me blushed at the suggestion of a brothel, a look that was hard to believe from a girl who dressed so skimpily and carried herself with such pride. She didn’t look so bold for a moment, but rather like a nervous teenager. The purple haired girl chewed on her lower lip, then nodded firmly and replied, “All right. Let’s find some place with good drinks and pretty dancing girls. I think I’d like that.”

The Mystical Lake _ IC thread (Pathfinder, kinky bondage fun)|rating:3.0

The Forgotten Lands of Enon (Roleplay Thread)

(|| Map (|| NPC List (|| Accepted Characters (|| Bestiary camp; Races (|| Discord (Toni Forest, ThaleDirections: North, Northeast, Northwest, South, Southeast, Southwest, East, West NPCs: None Tags: Johnathon, Stamina, Matthew What can you remember? The biting cold of stone under your fingertips, the glimmer of gold in the sunlight, and the image of a woman frozen in time. Then, nothing. When you awaken, what you see is a lush forest surrounding you. At first, your hazy mind will think it is the same forest where you found the stone statue of an unknown woman. Quickly you will piece together the reality of your situation. Towering trees blot out the sunlight with their thick, rich canopies. Moss and ivy climb up the trunks, weaving through the nests of mushrooms protruding from pits in the bark. Bushels of flowers bloom at their bases, reaching for the vines draped over their brawny arms while their roots curl from beneath the earth. Shrill birdsong from the flitting pygmy Gryphon echo through the forest. Through your eyes, it seems like you stepped through a painting. Beneath your palms is a dirt path growing with weeds from lack of use. However, the statue that brought you here was nowhere to be seen. But you were not alone. Others have traveled here from your world, sprawled out beside you. A few feet away stood a sign that read:North - Carry Keep East - EnfallsWest - EglallorHere begins your adventure... (König Job:Ballet Dancer Skills/Abilities:Interpersonal communication, biology, quick problem solving Inventory:Water, sandwiches, phone, a phone charger, her purse and some tissues Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire Immaculately painted nails travelled over fallen leaves and a quiet groan disturbed the sounds of birds chirping in the trees. Everything hurt. It felt as if she had suffered from one of those unbelievably long days of rehearsal, but only that her mind had been wiped clean as well. Stamina felt a cold breeze caressing her face and she groaned once more, feeling as if she was waking up from a brutal hangover. What was the last thing she remembered? Yes, she had been wandering the forest around the Lorelei cliff, looking out for some hints of the myth. It had been a Sunday – usually her only day off in the week – so she had taken it upon herself to travel to the place where the myth about the siren who sang several captains to their miseries. But as usual, her feet had carried her away from the most popular attraction into the woods right next to the small village adjacent to the cliff. The weather had been beautiful, the sun sometimes hidden by clouds while a soft breeze was whiffing through the trees and over the bushes. She had purposely avoided the main paths in order to find some time alone. But the deeper she had marched into the woods, her sneakers crushed branches and leaves, the sunlight no longer being able to fight its way through the dense treetops. It was getting colder, but Stamina had not cared about that. It was as if something had been pulling her… deeper and longer she marched through Germany’s mostly untouched wilderness. Was she deceiving herself? Had she heard a song, calling for her to move closer? But whatever it was, she had felt bewitched. And when the sun had completely set, the redhead stopped to look around herself. She had felt lost… Until she turned around, seeing stone embed into a massive tree next to a pond. With eyes wide, she had approached the tree and had reached out to touch it. Close up, though, she had seen that it was not a simple stone, but rather an entire statue. And then everything had gone black. Tamina finally had enough strength to open her eyes to see what had happened. At first, she still thought that she was in the forest in the Lorelei area, just having fainted for some reason. Her hand reached out for the backpack which was lying next to her, and she pushed herself up to see what was going on. The girl thought that it was a bad joke. Has anyone kidnapped me? She scanned her surroundings carefully, breathing in the fresh air while trying to make out where she was. Quickly, she pulled her phone out of her pocket to see if maybe Google Maps knew where she was. Unfortunately for her, her phone did not pick up any signal at all. Stamina slowly rose up to her feet and slung the backpack around her shoulders. She took a step back and almost fell over again – there was someone else there! She spun around and saw that there were two men lying on the ground, unconscious just as she had been. One was blonde, muscular… he looked almost brutal. The other had black hair and a darker skin color, probably not from Europe by the looks of it.” Ich muss verruca San… Was is dock wool an Tram…”*The dancer muttered to herself, checking her phone again – just in case! But there was still nothing. She saw the signs with words she had never seen before:Carry Keep, Enfalls, Gallon. Perhaps she was in some sort of amusement park? Maybe it was even better to walk around on her own? No, it was better to wait for the two strangers to wake up. Perhaps they knew what was going on and could help her. She certainly did not fancy getting hurt or kidnapped because she was wandering around on her own. So, she just moved her backpack to her front again and slid down against the nearest tree, waiting for any sign of consciousness from the men.*Translation must be crazy… This better be a dream… (GarrissonJob:Con artist Skills/Abilities:Smooth talker, street fighting, area perception, first aid, estimation Inventory: ID, money, keys, lighter, cigarettes, his cellphone and business cards Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Stamina, Johnathon;6 hours agog;"You want a smoke ? You are thirsty, little Matt ?... How long has it been ? "A shadowy figure was standing in the middle of a humid basement, decorated with washing machines placed against the lateral walls, which were making a repetitive, cycling sound. Matthew Garrison was sitting in the middle of the said room, a bulb light dancing above him. His head moved up, to look at the man in a suit, who had spoken. Matthew replied, with a hoarse voice, quicker than the last man present in the basement, who was sitting on one of the washing machines."37 minutes..."" The heck ? Are you counting all seconds passed with us ?"said the standing thug. He approached from Matthew and grabbed his chin, before pushing it on one side violently." No..." Matt replied,"one washing cycle is about 30 minutes on these model, and we..."" Shut up, pal." said the man sitting on the side." For your own good, shut up." Matthew was not restrained, he was simply forced to stay on the chair, and was trying to forget about the effect of the punches in his chest." You messed with the wrong person, mate. You know what happens to the dog who bites its owner ?"said the thug who sent his head spinning." Enlighten me." Matthew replied." We take out its teeth..." was the reply Matthew was offered. Soon both thugs closed on him." I'll hold him."said the costumed one.Lt;1 hour agog;A car stopped on the tortuous road circling around Arthur's seat, in Holy rood Park. At that time of the night, the area was deserted, and forbidden to any vehicles. But the people Matt had gambled with, did not care about the laws. They did worse things than entering a prohibited area, and Matthew did not count on the police to intervene, should they spot their car. He had probably gone too far, and his luck had vanished for good this time. Not only he will have to pay his debt in the next few days, but his reputation in Edinburgh was going to suffer from this last job. Matt was thrown out of the car, and stumbled on the road. The pain in his back was intense, but he would deal with it, to avoid offering any satisfaction to the two men who brought him here."24 hours, Garrison."they said before leaving. And now, the Myst was falling in the park, giving to the night an eerie atmosphere. Matthew started walking randomly, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, to gain protection against the cold. Every step he took, made him wince, as his clothes moved against the burning skin in his back. After a while, the soreness of his muscles took the best of Matthew's will, and he scanned the park to find some sort of shelter, and rest a little. This area was a concentration of hills, with very little vegetation. There were rocks, here and there, and within the fog that had formed, Matthew found a stone bigger than the others. As he approached, it became clear that this was not a rock, or a tree, but a statue. Something the man born in Edinburgh, never saw before. It was gigantic, and all form of pain left Matthew as he approached from the ominous figure of a woman, holding a spear or a staff. It was made of stone, yet ancient. Both the night and the Myst prevented Matthew to have a clear view of the woman, the only thing he could deduce was that it was Greek, or Latin...or...ancient. He sat at the statue's feet, and pulled out his cell phone. No network available. Odd again. Matt leaned his back against the stone, and closed his eyes. He needs to rest a little.Lt;Now...or later;His eyes fluttered open, and he rolled on his side, grunting. It took a few seconds for Matt to have his eyes focus and offer an accurate idea of where he was. The sun was high. The grass was high, uncut. He moved clumsily on his feet, as if he had a hangover, and the scenery seemed to spin, while he was at its center." What the..." he started. This was not Holy rood Park. This was a forest, with high trees. The smell was different, richer, more diverse. The air was not as cold as in Edinburgh, and there was no sound at all that reminded him of a large city.-” Ich muss verruca San… Was is dock wool an Tram…”-Matthew turned in the direction of the voice speaking in German. There was a woman there, looking as panicked as him. He was in Germany ? Well at least, he was not alone. He rose his hands up, palm offered, as a friendly sign." Ok. Who are you ? You speak English right ? Did you bring me here ?" Matthew looked past her, and noticed the signs :"Carry Keep, Enfalls, Gallon"This was not Germany. And she could not have been responsible for his presence here, or else she would not look so afraid. There was another man laid against the earth, that Matt did not know. Matthew checked his cell phone, pulling it out of the pockets of his leather jacket. No network available. Odd again..." Bollocks. Listen, I need your cellphone."he said." Cell-pho-ne ?" He showed his own device, unable to connect, and gestured for hers." Come on, I had 24 hours..." (bra, spandex shorts, menstrual cup, underwear, backpack(Kelly(#msg15790652)Role:Nabob:Student Skills/Abilities: Physics, Mathematics, Outdoorsy Skills, DanceInventoryOn Person Sports braUnderwareSpandex shorts Menstrual cup Wool socks Hiking boots Pocket knife (clipped to short)Cell phone Key chain with pepper spray Compass/whistle (on a string around her neck)Backpacking Backpacking Bag General:Sleeping bagTentAir mat Deck of cards Trail map Supplies:Flashlight Battery pack Solar charger Numerous carabiners Flint and Steel First aid kit Jar of sunscreen Several long lengths of rope Biodegradable soap Biodegradable toilet paperTrowelFood:Bear can Mess kit Propane stove and fuel Water filter Large water bottle Trail mix Pack of instant mash potatoesAstroghnaught ice cream roll of garlic Breakspear Clothes: Several pairs of wool socks2 changes of underwear1 tank top1 long sleeve shirt1 pair of warm leggings1 sweatshirt Numerous hair ties Current Area Toni Forest, Thales:Johnathon, Stamina, Matthew;4 Hours Previously;Claire wakes up to the early morning chill in her tent she was sharing with Theresa and groggily gets out of the sleeping bag, grabs her sweatshirt she had stuffed at the bottom and throws it on. Unzipping the tent she slid her shoes on and went to go pee in the nearby bushes. That done Claire washed her hands in the stream just downhill from their camp and grabbed the collapsible bucket from Emily's bag and filtered water into it. Lowering the bear can from the tree Claire got out the parts for the breakfast burritos, set up the stove and set to work prepping breakfast for her and her friends on the third day of their fifty-mile backpacking trip.Lt;20 Minutes Previously;Michael was leading the group along the trail when Claire dismissed herself to go to the bathroom. While off from the group she noticed a strange rock formation not far off, and she went to check it out before grabbing the others. Letting out a gasp of astonishment as she saw a towering gold-flecked stone woman with ivy twined across her body. Touching the smooth stone surface she felt a tug on her consciousness then she blacked out.Lt;Present;Claire awoke amid the forest clearing, but as she looked around the distinctly were not the familiar fir and oak trees that had surrounded her moments before. Quickly she glanced up trying to get a gauge for the time and checked her compass she had around her neck. Then with a start, she noticed that a little ways off there was a man asleep on the ground and another brandishing his cell phone at a woman who seemed just as lost and befuddled as she was. Walking over with her hand on the pepper spray on her keychain Claire called out "Hello there! Any idea where we are? Or well, why the trees are so different and where my group is?" As she called out to the group the sleeping man began to stir and seemed just as lost as the rest of them, and she noted with some approval as he checked himself for injuries, a smart reaction in her judgment. He seemed to be asserting that they were in Yosemite, but the trees did not match what she was familiar with from her climb of Half dome spring break prior. Taking note of her attire he asked her about where she was headed. Hesitating briefly over telling a stranger her destination while separated from her friends Claire quickly decided she had bigger problems at the moment. Walking closer, but keeping a safe distance Claire replied to the man's questions, "Yeah, my friends and I were on the Pacific Crest Trail near Lake Chelan heading up to the border. Clearly, you were in Yosemite, she sounds German? Maybe Dutch? Regardless, it would appear that we all came from different places. That being the case, I am either unconscious, drugged, abducted, or something really exciting has happened and something supernatural, using the beyond current understanding definition, has occurred! Honestly, I am unsure which option I prefer as while exciting and potentially a good Doctoral Thesis, the last is the most problematic for what to do next. While the others are more depressing and probably psychologically scarring, find our way homes, go to therapy, and we are good to go. (Williams (#msg15784242)Job:Science Consultant Skills/Abilities:art, de-escalation, finding patterns, physically fit Inventory:Backpack: PBA sandwich, two bags of chips, 1 jar of M&Ms, 3 bottles of water, hoodie, pocket Leatherman, mini monocular telescope (200 ft), nature journal kit (art supplies), wallet, phone, keys Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:All who awaken Johnathon groaned. Why was he hearing voices? He stirred awake, uncharacteristically groggy. Why was he asleep? Confusion set upon him when he realized something wasn't right. He lay quiet, taking mental inventory of his physical state. Everything seemed fine. He could wiggle extremities and his back was sore, but only as if he had slept wrong. But he hadn't been sleeping - he had been hiking. With a deep sigh, Johnathon picked himself off the ground to stand, moving slowly in case he had been injured. He assumed he had fallen on his way to get a closer look at the statue. It must have been quite a fall to knock him unconscious. Were the voices a rescue party? How long had he been out? He turned to look at the men and women around him, instantly recognizing that they weren't search and rescue. In fact, they looked how he felt. He reached up to gingerly touch his temple, wondering how hard he had hit his head. Aside from a growing state of bewilderment though, he felt fine." We're in Yosemite," he replied, but as soon as the words left his lips he knew it was a lie. These weren't ponderosa pines or giant sequoias that surrounded them. And what was that call? Certainly no owl. "I was in Yosemite," he said, this time more to himself. He looked to the left and right, adjusting the pack on his back as he tried to contain a rising sense of panic. Was he still asleep? This was not where he had been. There wasn't even a statue. The need for a cigarette overtook him. Why had he decided to quit? He rubbed his hands together for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. He looked at Claire. "Backpacker?" he asked. "Where are you headed?" His days of backpacking were long behind him, but he recognized the look. Had she been in Yosemite? A chill of fear overtook him. Had she been somewhere else? The thought was absurd. He looked at the others. What was going on? (König Job:Ballet Dancer Skills/Abilities:Interpersonal communication, biology, quick problem solving Inventory:Water, sandwiches, phone, a phone charger, her purse and some tissues Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Johnathon, Matthew, ClaireTamina tilted her head to the side as the people around her slowly woke up, clearly as confused as she was. She tightened her arms around the backpack and rose back up to her feet when Matthew opened his eyes, looking around where he was. She swallowed hard and did not say anything else – primarily because she had no clue what to say anyway. A part of her still wanted to believe that this was all a bad dream, but it just felt too Rialto actually be a dream. She watched the Scot get up on his feet, and just like her, how he checked his phone to get some signals.” Yes, I –“The redhead narrowed her eyes as he completely ignored her to look past her, his eyes focusing on the signs leading to some… imaginary places. Did he not just ask her a question? Sure, she might have spoken German before, but asking her a question and then not even waiting for an answer. Slowly, the woman dropped her cautious attitude and slung her backpack back over her shoulders, her eyes narrowing at the man. What was this guy’s deal? She just rose an eyebrow at him as he asked for her cellphone in, at least for Stamina, the most condescending way possible.” Do you think I’m an idiot?” She snapped at him, scoffing and shaking her head. Stamina saw that the other two on the ground, a woman and another man, were starting to gain back their consciousness. She then turned her attention towards the blond man in front of her.” Of course, I can speak English, thank you for asking in the first place. And no, my phone has no signal out here as well. Bummer. Looks like you need more than 24 hours for whatever you wanted to do then.” Tamina said with an exaggerated smile, waving her phone in front of his face before turning around to the other two. It looked like they were all coming from different places all over the world, brought here to that spot. She frowned and tried to think clearly, her rational brain fighting for a good explanation. How could that possibly happen? What did they all have in common?” At least we can all communicate with each other.” She stated to all, giving Matthew the briefest look of sarcasm, before turning back to the entire group.” My name is Stamina. Maybe we can start by introducing ourselves to each other? That would maybe make it easier to decide what we are going to do. Because I have no idea how we got here. The last thing I can remember is the… the statue. Touching the statue in that forest…” (Jackson Job:Stockman Skills/Abilities:Stockman ship, Stalking, Bushcraft, Shooting, Cooking Inventory:Rifle, Hunting gear, Day pack Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, TaminaMatt wasted little time checking himself over when he awoke. Right away, it was immediately obvious that he was nowhere near where he'd blacked out. For one, the statue was gone. For another, the forest was different, unlike anything Matt had ever seen. He didn't recognize any of the trees, which immediately told him something was very, very wrong. It was also far warmer than it should have been, and the trees had healthy green leaves on them. Nothing like the golds and reds he'd have expected of autumn. It would be at this point that a normal person would probably start to panic. But Matt was anything but normal. A knot of concern formed in his stomach, sure, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Instead, he set about checking his rifle and pack. No issues. That was good. He had an emergency beacon in his bag, and survival gear as well. And with his rifle he could hunt, assuming this forest had game... The thought cheered him; he felt confident he had at least a few days up his sleeve. Things could be much worse. First things first, he needed to establish some bearings. Usually that would mean finding high ground but... the only high ground around was the trees. And if he wanted to use a tree as a lookout, he'd need to find a stinking huge one, or he wouldn't even be able to see over the treetops anyway. But maybe he'd be able to spot a landmark at least, in order to orient himself. Else he was liable to simply spend his time wandering around in circles. A trickle of sweat came off his brow, reminding him just how warm it was. Wherever he was, he was greatly overdressed. Dropping his backpack to the ground, he hastily pulled off his Jersey and stuffed it away into his now bulging bag, before placing it at the trunk of the largest tree he could see. His rifle joined it moments later. Freed of his impedance and feeling somewhat cooler, he set his eyes upon the challenge of the tree, trying to work out the easiest route to climb before he even started. When was the last time he'd tried to climb a tree anyway? When he was twelve? Not for a very long time anyway... A short while later found Matt breathing somewhat rougher, but much better informed. He had a direction to travel in now, and as long as the smoke held up, a landmark. What's more, he knew there were other people nearby. Perhaps he wouldn't need the beacon after all. He could just walk out. With those thoughts in mind, he set out in the direction of the smoke, and almost immediately tripped over a group of people. It was a shrill, female voice that first alerted him to their presence, carrying on the wind from just over a gentle rise. Her voice seemed agitated, as she berated some poor sod. Matt didn't make any attempt to hide his presence as he approached. He wouldn't have needed to anyway, with the girl drawing all attention to her. Matt briefly considered avoiding them. He could just walk away, and they'd never be any the wiser. But no. He didn't know what was going on, but they didn't seem threatening. Two men and two women. Nothing untoward about any of them, and no visible weapons either. He tried not to stare at the girls as he approached. Goddamn. They Warhol. Even the angry one. Even Ellie would've looked like a troll by comparison. It was like looking at the goddamn sun. So instead, he focussed on the two men. They were safe. One even looked like a fellow kiwi, at least in passing. The other looked considerably less friendly, but hoofbeat berated, so that was fair enough in Matt's mind. He caught the fellow's eye and gave him a small smile that he hoped was non-threatening. He was armed after all. Wouldn't want to spook them. Meanwhile, the girl had apparently switched to introductions? Matt was close enough now to catch her words clearly. A statue, huh? Looks like they were probably in the same boat then. When he'd come across the statue, it had been quite the surprise. He didn't know what it was doing there, but ancient statues had no business being buried in the New Zealand wilderness..." Uh,"Matt broke his silence hesitantly." I found a statue too. Don't know where the fuck this is, but I'm pretty sure it's not New Zealand. And, uh... there's smoke in that direction." Matt shrugged in the rough direction of the smoke. Given that he didn't have any way of telling his bearings, it was the best he could do." I'm going to check it out. Smoke means more people. You guys can tag, if you want. Matt wasn't sure if he'd find answers at the smoke, or just more... survivors? That wasn't quite right. Travelers then? Travelers. Either way, it was something. He didn't really care if they came or not. As long as he wasn't standing around burning daylight. (GarrissonJob:Con artist Skills/Abilities:Smooth talker, street fighting, area perception, first aid, estimation Inventory: ID, money, keys, lighter, cigarettes, his cellphone and business cards Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Stamina, Johnathon, Claire, MJ Matthew's eyes focused on the signs and on the destinations they seem to indicate. Unlike Asian signs, these were scriptures he could read, and from them, he could make words. Although these assembled words were unknown places, at least the alphabet in this area of the world was something he could comprehend. Matthew was focused on the signs, but in order to see if they were painted, carved, old or just recently added, he'll have to get a closer look. Still, the comments of the woman who had awakened before him, made him wince.-"Do you think I'm an idiot ?"...” Of course, I can speak English, thank you for asking in the first place. And no, my phone has no signal out here as well. Bummer. Looks like you need more than 24 hours for whatever you wanted to do then.”-"I did not say that, Miss. As for whatever I had to do during these 24 hours... Bummer. It's none of your business, and it's probably too innocent for you to hear." Matthew scoffed, and immediately regretted it as the lacerated flesh in his back contacted his clothes, radiating with a burning pain to the rest of his being. He started walking, towards the signs, noticing that the man who had been laying next to him finally rose on his feet. Before the latter could speak, another woman entered the area where Matthew, Stamina and now Johnathon were.-"Hello there! Any idea where we are? Or well, why the trees are so different and where my group is?"-Matthew turned around, and rubbed his eyes. Yosemite, Germany, Pacific Crest Trail...and he was in Edinburgh.-” At least we can all communicate with each other.”...” My name is Stamina. Maybe we can start by introducing ourselves to each other? That would maybe make it easier to decide what we are going to do. Because I have no idea how we got here. The last thing I can remember is the… the statue. Touching the statue in that forest…”-What were the odds for Stamina to touch a statue before falling asleep, and waking up in another place. Just like him ? Not much. The mental equilibrium of Matthew threatened to collapse when another man appeared from behind the trees, wearing warm clothes, carrying a riffle, mentioning New Zealand and speaking about a statue as well. They were coming from too many distant places, in which a statue was the last thing they remembered of. Matthew knew his geography, and to imagine a place equidistant from all these locations -where they stood now-implied travel of several hours, even several days, by the air. He scanned around him, no traces of car tracks. The vegetation was dense, untouched, preventing an event such as a chopper or plane landing. The pain in his back reminded him that he had not been gone for too long, since he had not healed. And he was not dreaming, drunk nor drugged. This was supernatural. When there were no logical reasons to explain what happens, and all point to impossible things. The only thing that remained was the supernatural or a fucking incredible virtual reality technology he had been plunged into. Either way, what was happening was beyond reasons." Psycho Dora, Pepper spray Dora and Diego. Meet the cowboy." Matthew said." Now that the presentations are done... I do not find any logical explanations to what happens, beside more-than-human technology or supernatural. I laid at the feet of a statue as well, in Edinburgh, and I woke up here. The time that had passed is not very long. Whoever has planned all this, or whoever lives here, uses our alphabet. So effectively, maybe we could communicate with them." He observed the man with the rifle who had talked about the smoke, and the fact he was going to check it out. Matthew trusted none of them. Except maybe Stamina, who talked to him the most genuinely possible, without calculations. The cowboy was going to find more people without thinking about the beginning of a plan. He looked like a hunter, though, and should know about finding tracks or covering his. To Matthew, this resembled to another one of these gambles he was used to taking." North - Carry Keep, East - Enfalls, West - Gallon." Matthew repeated. The Highlander looked up, covering his eyes to figure out where the sun was, how high it was, and where the scruffy weaponized man was heading. East. Matthew looked at the three backpackers." He's going East, to Enfalls. I'm going to tag him, I'm too curious to see who lives here, and yes, fire means people...or let's say, life." - he turned to look at MJ-"I don't trust you cowboy, of course. And that is no surprise, no one here should trust all others based solely on their speech. The only thing that comfort me, is that you are not equipped for this climate and seem as lost as us. Under any other circumstances, I would have shut up, but maybe, we should stick together ? Psycho ? Pepper spray ? Diego ? What do you think ?" (bra, spandex shorts, menstrual cup, underwear, backpack(Kelly(#msg15790652)Role:Nabob:Student Skills/Abilities: Physics, Mathematics, Outdoorsy Skills, DanceInventoryOn Person Sports braUnderwareSpandex shorts Menstrual cup Wool socks Hiking boots Pocket knife (clipped to short)Cell phone Key chain with pepper spray Compass/whistle (on a string around her neck)Backpacking Backpacking Bag General:Sleeping bagTentAir mat Deck of cards Trail map Supplies:Flashlight Battery pack Solar charger Numerous carabiners Flint and Steel First aid kit Jar of sunscreen Several long lengths of rope Biodegradable soap Biodegradable toilet paperTrowelFood:Bear can Mess kit Propane stove and fuel Water filter Large water bottle Trail mix Pack of instant mash potatoesAstroghnaught ice cream roll of garlic Breakspear Clothes: Several pairs of wool socks2 changes of underwear1 tank top1 long sleeve shirt1 pair of warm leggings1 sweatshirt Numerous hair ties Current Area Toni Forest, Thales:Johnathon, Stamina, Matthew, Matt People seemed to just be making up decisions and rushing off without taking the time to take their bearings. After the men made up the decision to start chasing off to the smoke, she turned to the German girl who had introduced to herself as Stamina and introduced herself "Hi Tamia, I am Claire. I'm not sure what has happened but based on that sign and the fantasy style names on it and the fact that my compass is just wildly spinning, we may be in for more than we realize. We can follow Jerk face over there" nodding over at Mathew, "and the hunter man, or we can try and take things a bit more carefully. (Williams (#msg15784242)Job:Science Consultant Skills/Abilities:art, de-escalation, finding patterns, physically fit Inventory:Backpack: PBA sandwich, two bags of chips, 1 jar of M&Ms, 3 bottles of water, hoodie, pocket Leatherman, mini monocular telescope (200 ft), nature journal kit (art supplies), wallet, phone, keys Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:All who awaken Johnathon didn't know where Lake Chelan was, but he knew where it was not, and it was certainly not where he had been. He listened as Claire listed out her theories on what had happened, shaking his head in the negative. He wanted to tell her that the choices were ridiculous, but there was no denying their strange circumstances. A tendril of fear began to sprout, but instead of acting contrary, he cleared his throat. "That's quite a rationale response," he complimented. It calmed his own nerves; there was no need to be the hysterical one. No one else was in a panic. In fact, everyone else seemed to be ready to take action and make sense of their situation while he wanted to remain stubbornly in shock. After a short wave of introductions and decision-making, he lamely called out "My name is Johnathon." He looked down at the ground; they were on a trail and following a sign post. Surely that could lead to a clarification of their circumstances? On the one hand, he wanted to follow. There was safety in numbers and the group seemed to share a common confusion about their situation. On the other hand... He looked to the women. They were so young. Rather, more appropriately, he was so much older. But he still felt the need to voice a concern; the two men struck strait-lace Johnathon as the type of men to be wary of. Given time, he could have described why their rough edges made him cautious - it was something he had seen before - but they didn't have time. They were already being prompted to make their first decision. Johnathon kicked the dirt of the trail in thought. It was presumptuous of him to think he needed to step in as a hero. Stamina and Claire were grown ass women and certainly didn't need some stranger making judgment about their well-being. Moreno, they were handling the situation way better than he himself was. It wasn't even fair to judge the men and in such a strange environment, a little rough wouldn't hurt. Internally chastised, he spoke up." I cautiously advise we stick together for the time being. I don't mean to be alarming, but there is typically safety in numbers." His voice was soft, calm, and he felt proud that there was no squeak of fear. "Wherever we are, it's civilized. Maybe we aren't the first... lost travelers to find their way here. Is it a lucky coincidence that we find ourselves on a path with a choice of destinations, or was it by design? I'd very much like to find a landline, and maybe we can find one at Enfalls." (Jackson Job:Stockman Skills/Abilities:Stockman ship, Stalking, Bushcraft, Shooting, Cooking Inventory:Rifle, Hunting gear, Day pack Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, TaminaGreat. I've found myself a bunch of lunatics... Those were Matt's thoughts as the others put two and two together and got about nine thousand. Yeah, fucking right. He'd believe this was some kind of fucked up game show before he'd start buying any of the shit coming out of Tin Foil Hat's mouth. In fact, Matt was already beginning to regret approaching the group. Clearly, they had issues, the lot of them. Maybe if he kept going before they got their shit together, they'd stand around arguing long enough for him to give them the slip? Matt sighed. Much as he might want to, he couldn't do that. It wasn't right. He stopped, right in front of the signpost they'd found, and leaned on it." Five minutes. And then I'm going, with or without you. And my name's Matt. Not Cowboy." Matt could already feel a growing sense of dislike for the Scotsman. Who the hell just started picking antagonistic names for people he'd never even met, much less spouted bullshit about not trusting anyone? His own social skills were hardly stellar, he knew that. But they still weren'thatband... Seriously, what the fuck? Was he trying to start a fight? Why? No wonder the redhead was angry with him. Stamina, she'd said. At least the others seemed marginally more sensible. Claire was clearly a bit shy, given she'd ignored the men to introduce herself only to Stamina. That was understandable. Matt wasn't in any hurry to talk to her either. He wasn't even sure he could without making an ass of himself. She was cute. So Matt did his best to studiously ignore her. The redhead was pretty too, but he was staying the fuck out of whatever she and Salty had going. Quote"I cautiously advise we stick together for the time being. I don't mean to be alarming, but there is typically safety in numbers." His voice was soft, calm, and he felt proud that there was no squeak of fear. "Wherever we are, it's civilized. Maybe we aren't the first... lost travelers to find their way here. Is it a lucky coincidence that we find ourselves on a path with a choice of destinations, or was it by design? I'd very much like to find a landline, and maybe we can find one at Enfalls." At least Because seemed reasonable. Johnathon. If not for the thick American accent, he'd have thought the man a fellow Kiwi. After a moment's hesitation, he voiced his agreement with the older man." Agreed. But I'm still checking out the smoke. Could be more like us, could be locals. Either way, we need to get going. Who knows how long it'll be visible for? If it doesn't pan out, might as well pick up the path and strike out for Enfalls. Whatever that is. Seems as good a direction as any." Matt stared pointedly at Stamina and Salty. Mostly Salty. The two most likely to argue."... You guys can sort your shit out on the way." (König Job:Ballet Dancer Skills/Abilities:Interpersonal communication, biology, quick problem solving Inventory:Water, sandwiches, phone, a phone charger, her purse and some tissues Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, Matronly knowing Matthew a few seconds was already too much for the dancer. How could anyone be more of a dick to her than he had been during their first interaction? Stamina decided in that minute that she disliked him with all her being, so she just rolled her eyes at his comment about his dealings being ‘too innocent’. What a fucking asshole. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, not wanting to start a fight so early in the day. Or late in the day? She had not one idea how late it was, or let alone, how long she had been out for. Maybe it was best leaving the Scottish ass behind while she would look for a way out of there. And as if that was not enough, another idiot approached. The redhead never had any likings for gun violence or ever tried to understand how anyone could feel safe with a thing that could kill. Though, she had perhaps been mistaken by thinking that discussing their options would be better than just one person deciding in which way they were supposed to go. For all she knew, smoke meant living creatures, but that was not the safest way! Perhaps they were not even desired there… Before Stamina was even able to say anything to Matt, Matthew had theaudacityto talk to everyone in such a condescending way. The ballet dancer pressed her lips together and felt how the rage inside her began to grow even deeper, her fists curling up. Instead, she turned to Claire and Johnathon – so far the most likeable of the rest of the group. She gave Claire a small smile and nodded into Johnathon’s direction. Stamina just shrugged and decided she would tag along with Claire until she had found a way to get back to Germany. A small chuckle escaped her lips when the brunette called Matthew ‘jerk face’. So she was not the only one who disliked the man. Good. That smile disappeared as fast as it spread upon her face as she turned to the Scot who, again, had called her a psycho. Her nostrils flared as she slowly turned her face around, her blood boiling more than before.” What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you even have any respect for people that are not yourself? Just because you’re ho – I mean – just because you’re a narcissist does not mean that you have to let your other insecurities out on us. Call me a psycho one more time and I swear that you will regret it.” Tamina hissed at him through clenched teeth, her temper clearly boiling over. She guessed that just because he washout as fuck, he had decided to use that as an excuse to be an ass to everyone else. Well, she would not fall for his looks! She just scoffed and joined Matt on his way to Enfalls, towards the smoke in the east, leaving Claire, Johnathon and Matthew behind. She tucked her hands into the straps of the backpack and was determined to leave this place as fast as possible. And with it, the Scottish idiot. Location: Toni Forest, ThaleSeason: Summer Directions: N, S, E, W, NE, NW, SE, SWNPCs: none Tags: Stamina, Claire, Jonathon, Matthew, Matt[half an hour]As you head East, the land remains flat and heavily forested. Along either side of the path grow large Oaks, Walnut, Chestnut, and Tulip Trees, their fruit ripening and leaves trembling from a warm passing breeze. Some of the sounds you notice are familiar; a rapid succession of gobbling from a flock of wild turkeys echo nearby, the warbling of serenading songbirds create a chorus in the treetops, the yipping of communicating canines resounding in the distance, and the alarmed grunts of deer that catch your eye staring at the group through the trees. They appear normal, with pelts of ruddy brown with red undertones and a mighty crown of antlers reaching for the sky, but as they turn to flee, you notice the length of their tails whipping behind them. The birds flitting in the air seem normal, but a brief glance at two extra legs has you questioning whether you imagined the abnormality or the surrounding wildlife was stranger than you could have expected. Then there were odd noises filling the forest. The splash of running water to the northwest sounded promising, but an accompanying screech, low and shrill, in the same direction sent a shiver down your spine. Whatever unearthly beast the shriek came from, it sounded...chilling. On a nearby birch, the colorful orange of a croaking frog clashed with the white of its bark. The creature was smaller than the palm of a mortal's hand with black spots along its body and yellow painting its limbs. Its soulless black eyes watched the group with a beckoning gaze, still as a statue. It croaked again when the group realized the dirt path they were following east disappeared into a thicket. The pathway did not continue beyond the obstruction. However, shoe prints led southeast towards the cloud of smoke curling in the air. From the double set of tracks one could safely assume a pair had passed by the area hours earlier. Opposite the frog, perching on the thin limb of an adolescent Walnut tree, a pygmy Gryphon with the head of a common cardinal gave a curious chirp. Its tail, reminiscent of a red panda, swished back and forth while its paws batted playfully in their direction. Spreading its tiny wings, it hopped back and forth across a line of small trees pointing north, its twittering growing more urgent each time it returned to them. The pygmy made sure to keep a safe distance from the strangers as it danced, hoping to guide them where it wished to go. Pygmy Gryphon (Cardinal/Red Panda) - Link (( Jackson Job:Stockman Skills/Abilities:Stockman ship, Stalking, Bushcraft, Shooting, Cooking Inventory:Rifle, Hunting gear, Day pack Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, Terminals Matt picked out the overgrown trail, his sense of discomfort grew and grew. This forest was very different to the ones he was used to. The trees and plants, the bird calls, even this infernal climate, it was all alien to him. He gave a start as a strange warbling sounded, only to realize it was just another bird call. Most of all, he missed the incessant drone of cicadas singing (without them, the forest felt almost eerily silent, despite the absolute abundance of fauna. The undergrowth was thinner, too, and the ground more even. Here, he could stroll along easily enough without having to worry about his footing, or battle his way through pockets of grassy tundra. At least it didn't seem like food was going to be a problem. The forest was teeming with animal signs, and fruit hung heavily on several the trees, though the Kiwi had little clue as to which fruits were safe to eat. Sweating heavily, the Kiwi decided to strip back to just his thermals, but then, on second thoughts, he stripped that off as well, stuffing both into the small backpack that held the rest of his gear. New Zealand was much colder, less humid than here, and though it didn't seem to affect the others much, Matt was certainly feeling it. Better to be cool than modest. Thank god he'd been crazy enough to wear shorts today. While he was at it, he retrieved his binoculars as well; a compact set he used for glassing ridgelines, hanging them around his neck in case he wanted to get a better look at his new surroundings. He didn't speak much, more absorbed in the unfamiliar surroundings, but then again, he'd never been much of a conversationalist anyway. He supposed he should probably be trying to get to know his new companions a bit better, but... They could open their mouths just as easily as he could, right? On the plus side, he'd managed to catch another glimpse of smoke, telling him they were still heading in the right direction at least. And that he wouldn't have to climb another bloody tree. Someone even managed to spot a set of footprints, and fresh ones at that, the outline still crisp, yet another sign that they were on the right tracks...... Except the track that had served them so well up till now seemed to disappear before them into a thicket. A little scouting indicated that the footprints indicated that the boots' owners had headed in what Matt assumed was the direction of the smoke, with Matt finding more signs a short way further in that direction, so they still had a clear bearing to follow. Still, it was a little disconcerting that he'd been unable to pick up any further trace of the path beyond the thicket. What if Enfalls was just a waterfall or something? He could hear running water in the distance. Hard to tell how close it was, or how much water, but it could easily be the sound of a waterfall, he supposed. But the prospect of finding other people was much more enticing. A flash of red alerted him to the creature the others were staring at. A bird. Except not a bird. It had a bird's beak and plumage, sure, but it had paws in addition to its wings. Matt's stomach lurched. That was definitely something that shouldn't have existed. What the fuck was going on? Why in the hell was there Griffin, even a tiny one? They were a fairy tale. Just a fairy tale. To say the sight shook Matt's world would be an understatement. It shattered it. Along with the illusions of normality he'd been clinging to. He felt weak. He felt lost. The reality of the situation finally seemed to sink in. He felt like he'd just woken up from a dream, except this was the dream. It was a long moment for him. But it passed. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Well, I guess we're not in Kansas anymore. He didn't say it. They seemed to have found themselves in magical fantasy land. Full ofmysteryandwonder. Matt didn't fucking like it. Sooner they got some answers, the better." Come on. Let's keep moving." He said instead, sounding more certain than he felt." Let the little guy be." (Williams (#msg15784242)Job:Science Consultant Skills/Abilities:art, de-escalation, finding patterns, physically fit Inventory:Backpack: PBA sandwich, two bags of chips, 1 jar of M&Ms, 3 bottles of water, hoodie, pocket Leatherman, mini monocular telescope (200 ft), nature journal kit (art supplies), wallet, phone, keys Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:All who awaken The foreign forest was full of interesting treasures that Johnathon was too afraid to observe in great detail - he would spend the next half hour pausing to gawk at something and hastily catching back up to the center of the group only to pause and stare at something new. He hadn't even pulled out his sketchbook. The desire to draw was strong, but the comfort of being within the group was stronger. When they came across the pygmy Gryphon, Johnathon almost did ask to stop. It wasn't wondered he felt, but fear. He recognized the hodgepodge of animal elements smashed together to create something new. Was it a natural evolution of the world, or had those animals come to this world like the group of travelers had, only to be ripped apart and made into something new? Would they be ripped apart and made into something new? When the trail suddenly stopped, Johnathon felt physically sick." So much for this leading to civilization," Johnathon remarked. Were they the boot prints of someone like them, or were they... natural inhabitants? Still, it was easier to hold on to hope that they were actually headed towards a destination that could help rather than wandering blindly into the woods. He had nothing positive to say, so he stayed silent rather than bring down the mood. (König Job:Ballet Dancer Skills/Abilities:Interpersonal communication, biology, quick problem solving Inventory:Water, sandwiches, phone, a phone charger, her purse and some tissues Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, MattTamina tagged along with Matt, deciding to leave the drama behind unless Matthew chose to make another stupid comment. Besides, there were other problems they had to deal with at the moment. First and foremost, if they could not find the way back to Germany (or wherever all the others came from), they needed to find water and food. Speaking of which, the redhead felt the dryness of her throat while following the sign of smoke in the horizon. She reached around into her bag and pulled out her 500 ml water bottle, taking a huge sip from it. The girl was careful enough not to drink too much, though, in case water was rare in these lands. Sighing, she could not help but notice the little things surrounding them. The trees looked so familiar, yet so strange in a setting such as this. But even more surprising were the creatures that hid in the shadows of the trees. Again, the basic forms of the animal looked familiar to those known on earth… Or were they still on earth? Stamina could no longer tell. She stopped right when the path led into the thicket, seeing that the traces of shoes went straight through it towards the smoke. A frown appeared on her face, and she almost sighed in annoyance when her eyes caught the pygmy Gryphon in the tree next to the path. She heard Matt telling her to leave the creature alone, and she just ignored his words to take a closer look at the animal. She had never seen anything like that before! Immediately, the Gryphon piqued her interest, as she was wondering how they must have evolved. Perhaps animals from where they were from found their way into this forest and they mated? Curious indeed.” Hang on a second. I will take a closer look at this. I won’t be long. Furthermore, I have never seen anything like this before.” With that, Stamina left the dirt path and stepped into the forest, towards the Gryphon. (GarrissonJob:Con artist Skills/Abilities:Smooth talker, street fighting, area perception, first aid, estimation Inventory: ID, money, keys, lighter, cigarettes, his cellphone and business cards Current Area:Toni Forest, Hashtagging:Stamina, Johnathon, Claire, MJ Matthew observed the reactions to his words with a smile. He placed his hands in the pockets of his leather vest and while the temperature was quite warm, he wrapped himself within the protective jacket. The burn in his back was a reminder of what happened should he not be cautious, and so far none of his companions seem to be trustworthy. That was the origin of his attitude. In front of perfect strangers, gauging their reactions when provoked was the most efficient way to have an opinion on them. Johnathon sort of "agreed" with the suggestion to stay together, despite Matthew showed no friendly words to him. It meant that this man was not easy to break under pressure or at least can keep his focus on what mattered most : think as a group and not about his own persona.-"Five minutes. And then I'm going, with or without you. And my name's Matt. Not Cowboy."-Matthew's face rose, and his eyes focused on the man who just spoke, who was the only one to carry a weapon and whose name was so close to his own. The rifle was a great advantage in the situation the group was into, in the unknown wilderness, but Matt proved himself to be greatly independent. This comforted Matthew's opinion on the man. He was going to make his own way should they contradict him.-” What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you even have any respect for people that are not yourself? Just because you’re ho – I mean – just because you’re a narcissist does not mean that you have to let your other insecurities out on us. Call me a psycho one more time and I swear that you will regret it.”-Stamina's words pulled Matthew out of his thoughts, and his gaze moved to observe her. While she was speaking, Matthew found his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He placed one smoke between the lips of his mouth. He smiled again. She was hot, fiery and lived by her own instincts. Tamina turned around, and while she moved away, Matthew stood silent. Soon the cigarette's extremity was burning, and the Highlander followed in tow the small group. Claire's reaction resembled Johnathon's. She managed to keep her calm, she indicated she wanted to stay in group, and merely insulted him. Finally, despite their different origins, their common sense took the best of Matthew's remarks and brought them to a group, following a trail towards smoke dancing in the air. The cigarette was consumed when they halted, and curiously enough, the Scotsman kept the residue of his cigarette in his pocket once he had finished with it. He did not want to leave it behind, either to show respect to the forest, or to avoid creating more traces than they just did. The trail they followed was gone. From where he was, in tow, Matthew heard Matt and Johnston's words. A sarcasm formed in the back of his mind, that he refrained." Come on. Let's keep moving."..." Let the little guy be."said the Cowboy. Matthew looked past the group at what had gathered the attention of his homonym and Stamina. His eyes widened. This was proof they were far from any country they knew. This was a little mythical creature...something that emerged from a universe made of sword and sorcery.-” Hang on a second. I will take a closer look at this. I won’t be long. Furthermore, I have never seen anything like this before.”-Great... Matthew thought. He walked along the group, and approached the small animal, and thus Stamina. Once close enough he observed the Griffin as well. This was not an illusion, nor the sign of dehydration or of sickness. This was real. The animal was moving, keeping a safe distance from Stamina and guiding them North." By the Gods." Matthew started." Make it quick Pay... Tamina. This "bird" is not big enough to make a dinner for all of us... And I will miss your fiery insults should you stay behind. You're too beautiful when you're hissing and screaming." (Lajos:Translator Skills/Abilities:Languages, Art, Music, Dance, Photographic Memory Inventory:Clothing, Water, Money, I.D. Current Area:Land Vale, Tale? Tagging:None10 hours ago*She spent the time she had shoving gear into a bag as her mind went back over the previous actions she made way back when. Her family... More specifically her father commanding her to marry the coming head of the largest Yakuza clan in which she pushed back and letting out the fact that she was a lesbian and in love with her classmate Nine Tanaka. This obviously came off less than satisfactory with her father commanding her to marry him anyway and spread her legs to give out a child, while she slept with Nine on the side. Honestly Law wasn't a fan of this idea, but her temper had got her in this situation, and she ran upstairs to get her gear and run away from her home to try and get away from them. This obviously caused her family to lose face and so escalated the situation to the point where Law needed to either submit or commit Hara Kirk to bring back her families honor. Instead, she ran to her lover Nine's home only to find her on the phone with her father, in which she had name-dropped earlier. Nine had no intentions of coming out into the light, and had her hand come around and slap Law across the face, which stunned her and caused her to stumble back until she collapsed to the floor sobbing while asking why? Nene shook her head and finally explained that Law's father had threatened to ruin Nine if she protected Law and to sponsor her business if she turned Law in. This explanation was accompanied by a large slap that stunned Law for a moment before she turned and ran as Nine told her father where she was running from. As she got down to street level Law was stopped short by the feel of a cold sharp knife blade lightly pressing against her throat. The blade's owner whispered into her ear,"You are a very interesting girl..." Pushing herself away Law spun around to find out the familiar face of the son of the second-largest Yakuza family in Japan. While even Law could admit he was handsome, the son let out a sparkling grin,"You don't have to go along with your families wishes. You can marry me, and I'll allow you to love anyone you wanted. On the other hand I can give you the chance to escape this life with a single ticket..." He held out the ticket which she took a very quick moment to decide and nab to offered piece of paper. He looked disappointed before stalking off and Law ran off in the opposite direction. She looked at the ticket and found out that it was a one way trip to Aokigahara Forest. After the son talked towards her retreating back,"This is it... You are seen again we will kill you... The Yakuza is to remain separate in clan, but you need to disappear for things to remain normal..."4 Hours Agleam sat in the moving bus listening to the old music selection of the weird person driving the moving vehicle. The song was an old 80s tune called "Take On Me" which got edged into her head as people tried to convince others riding on the bus not to do what they were heading to Aokigahara to do. The second Yakuza family interjected itself to make the search that much harder. This would be suicide, as the forest with the lava based ground was a popular place to commit it. Law wasn't one of those people at the moment as she shuffled off with other people that might be dark minded. She moved along before slinking behind a tree to listen to a pair of Suicide Patrol officers chat about her. The first showing the other a picture of Law, This is the Hard daughter... They are paying a decent amount of money for her return alive. However, the Drama family is paying more for her death... They don't want her marriage to go through.... She sits behind the tree to listen to the patrol officers and her lips shift into a scowl as the words reach her ears,"Keep an eye out... I'm heading out on patrol." Thinking a moment Law reaches down to wrap her hands around a sturdy branch before slinking out and behind the remaining person. She taps his shoulder,"Knock, Knock."" Huh?" She scowls and continues with a harsh whisper as her anger rolls as a hard rock in her middle,"I said... Knock... Knock..." He starts to look back,"Who's there?"" Jose..." He turns even further,"Jose who?" Leyu uses the moment to bring the branch around in a hard swing into the man's knee bringing forth a loud pop and a cry from him. Coming back around the branch connects with the side of his head, before she continues until the man no longer moves. She lets's out a growl,"Jose Jalapeño on a stick bitch...." Knowing that the encounter would have been heard she rushes as fast as she can into the silent forest. Roots that can't force their way into the volcanic soil rise up to try and trip her and more than once does she find remains of those that came before her. Finally, she does stumble and crashes into a statue that she briefly looks up at before the world goes dark....*To Be Continued**All dialog translated from Japanese* (Lajos:Translator Skills/Abilities:Languages, Art, Music, Dance, Photographic Memory Inventory:Extra Clothing, Water, Money, I.D. Current Area:Land Vale, Tale? Tagging:None Present Time Time passed before the short haired Japanese woman began to stir, her eyes remained closed however a sense of unease descended upon her as things began to feel weird. More specifically the ground... Aokigahara Forest was housed on ground of hardened lava that came from the last eruption of Mount Fuji. The ground she that she currently laid on felt different from the ground of the forest before. Law forced her fingers to twitch so that she could see if they worked and to feel more of the ground on which she laid upon. She let out a soft sigh before she muttered,"Great... I almost bet I'm stuck in an Sakai...." Well... Better do that standard check and make sure all the body parts are normal and not some other creature. Her arms moved and gently poked at her sides making sure she wasn't a slime or undead. Then she checked to make sure that she didn't have more limbs or that she wasn't a spider either. Things seemed to be normal... However perhaps any changes were to other areas? She moved the hand down between her legs to make sure things were normal down there and nothing changed. One last check as her hand moved up her body to check one last area... Her hand went right to give one breast a squeeze... One... Then the other hand moved to give the left a squeeze... Two... Then to in between and gave one last squeeze and was rewarded with a noise... Three... Wait... What? When did Law acquire a third breast and just when does a third breast make noise? Dark eyes flew open just in time to see a furry shape run into the trees, from its former resting place upon her chest. Finally, she rose to her feet and brushed off her dark jeans before she looked about and study the new environment. The eyes of whatever was one her before still watched her a moment before whatever the creature was disappeared in this new forest. She did a stretch before she quoted on of her favorite movies,"I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore...."

The Forgotten Lands of Enon (Roleplay Thread)|rating:3.0

The Shattered Void I

The River Hut, despite its name, is not a hut. It is a clay dome which conceals a set of stairs into the cellars, where the actual building is. Here, you will not be robbed, murdered, or kidnapped during your stay there, unless you have really earned it (and the person who wants to can afford the bribe). The taproom is not that full. Mostly because those who come to the city often and have much coin can afford to 'make a donation' to a noble allowing them to stay in their home and have the connections to do so, or they are part of one of the thieves guilds, and sleep there. However, it is still fairly busy for a Sharing at noon. Several Thai-Kreen tribesmen (marked with the badge of friendship) sit at one table in the corner, while another table holds a party of tall, almost otherworldly humans. The halfling bartender, Cell, is standing on the counter to be visible, and is strutting about offering the services of some of her finer 'ladies' to any guests who should be so inclined. All in all, it is the best public inn you will find in the Free Cities. Spoiler Hide The first floor (inside the dome) Spoiler Hide The next few floors down (tavern room first, then bed floor, then basement And yes, I am just stealing these maps from the internet, I have no map making skills Spoiler Hide Please describe your characters A man of average height in the robes of a desert dweller arrives. Not much is seen from him since his face is obscured by a dragon mask and despite the heat a long cloak which seem to resemble a dragons wings hangs over his back. Overlooking the crowd already there he orders a bowl of Vegetable Stew and a Mug of Bitter. Walking towards a chair in the corner opposite the Thai-Kreen he unslings his backpack and fashion and bow before settling himself next to them. When the food arrives he pushes the mask up to his turban revealing the sunburned face of a human that must have spent most of his days in the desert sun. A small wisp of his black hair shows, making it clear the guy has long hair even though most of it stays hidden. Into the bar walks a wall of blue. After a bit, it resolves itself into a very short vaguely humanoid shape covered in odd blue protrusions. Standing at about 4 feet, the figure is clad steel blue boots, cerulean Greaves, beryl gauntlets, a sapphire vest, a teal mask with turquoise lenses over the eyes, cyan cauldrons, and all of it draped in a midnight blue cloak. In the gaps are spots and flashes of orange. Periodically different parts of the blue getup emit a brief flash of light before fading. The figure walks over to the high chairs at the bar and teleports up onto one of them, pulling different coins out of small pouches in his cloak, he orders a hare, and rips into it almost animalistically. After several minutes a low growl fills the air as a shadow darkens the doorway and a wall of muscle attempts to force its way inside. Ridges of bone and stone along its arms, head, and back leave scars on the door as The Unbreakable Stone King makes his way inside. Once inside he rises up to a hunch that makes sure he doesn't scrape at the ceiling, his eight-foot four frame dwarfing even the otherworldly humanoids in the room. He wears only pants, with both feet and chest bare to the world, which show off the smaller outcroppings of bone and granite that line his body and sometimes rub to leave behind a trail of dust. He wears a wide belt around his wait, upon which a variety of pouches hang, no doubt with a variety of trinkets. His eyes are the deepest blue, though not the unnaturally blue hue of one deeply infused with the power of souls. He has a large pack slung over one shoulder laden down with gear and a bedroll and two thick wooden poles strapped to it. He takes a step and pauses, listening to the floorboards creak under his weight and then another. Furthermore, he smiles broadly and walks towards the bar to proclaim in a loud and boisterous voice, "Your finest sausage, my good lady, with all the onions and mead you can deliver! A gold piece, and you can make change for me once I am done. And none of your ladies, please. I would certainly hurt them even if I used the utmost care. Haha! I'll be below, in search of your sturdiest chair!" And with that he drops the passage to the room below, a massive thud proclaiming his landing. Soon enters another man of average height. He wears simple, thin, brown clothing and wears a hood that covers the top of his face, however, from the bottom of his face others can discern three scars that run up his face. His body is slender, but muscular, and his skin is pale. He sits down silently and orders nothing more than a glass of water, which he sips slowly. K'air is rowdily out of character; a raptor an of average build and inconspicuous in marking; lost in a crowd of his brethren, he'd be impossible to pick out for a land-bound. The hawkish patron orders another drink for his friends, and the scant few others present. "Gold to spend today, friend-folk! New lands, new creatures." He cows his head and eyes a sudden noise - alarming those in wing-reach as he spills a few drinks on the bar, hastily pressing his head sideways against the ground. Spoiler Hide Knowledge: Nature against the rumbling? (1d20+10)[20] The sound grows louder as you look, loud enough that now even Thur, the unbreakable stone king can hear the noise of the low rumbling like a far off desert storm, even though he is in the basement of the Hut. At first Thurs does not seem to notice the rumbling over his own enthusiastic attempts at revelry and rhythmic stomping upon the floorboards. With a speared sausage in one hand and a mug of ale in the other he grinds to a slow halt like a rolling boulder slowly bleeding out its forward momentum. He wolfs down the rest of the sausage and quaffs the remainder of the mead in one large gulp before wondering aloud, "Now what in the name of the nine burning tells is that?" He tromps back towards the ladder and begins heading up to see what's going on outside. Is there some other factor that would tip us off as to what the rumbling is?some other piece of this picture that seems out of place? As you all stand looking around other people in the street also start looking around. From buildings all along the street people start spilling out to see what could be causing this rumbling that is getting louder and louder. As you all look around, you notice that things are starting to seem a bit more...purple than before. Seconds after you notice this, the otherworldly humans rush out of the River Hut. Glowing blades snap into existence on their arms and the form of them form a diamond formation." Attention gentle sirs and mesdames!" One of them shouts"My name is Hon lash Kurvaelrir of the Alastair Alpha Protectorate. You are all in danger because of dangerous escaped criminals. I suggest that you retreat indoors for your own safety! We shall handle this situation ourselves. I repeat please retreat indoors!" He then turns towards Callahan, and gestures that he should come closer." Please come here sir"he says. Throughout this time the rumbling grows louder and louder, and the purple light gets more and more defined. 'Indoors my tail-feathers! K'air rushes to the door, locking eyes with the Alastair, before calming his mind. Studying the building, he makes a deliberate set of jumps to the top of the building.' I'll be most useful from above, against criminals.' Spoiler Hide Taking 10 on as many jump checks as it takes to get to the top (each jump should net me 10 feet vertically, and 5 feet horizontally, after no-run penalty and 5-foot rounding). If there are any Climb checks you'd like me to make in order to hold on, I can do them in the IOC thread; otherwise, I figure there should be enough ledge-space to land on safely. K'air lands safely beside Callahan atop the roof. From there you can see that people are appearing to take no heed of what the Alastair have said, and many are actually jeering at them for presuming to tell the people of the Free City what to do. More than one person shouts"You have no authority here freaks!"as well as"Go back to the world you belong in! This is our world, our chance, not yours!"and similar epithets Walking to TAJ, and making sure the animal is still calm Karin walks to Hon lash." What is known of those criminals, and perhaps I could be of assistance? For I am certainly not leaving TAJ out here alone if criminals are about." Asuming Hon lash would accept the help Karin jumps into the saddle. If he does not Karin will look around for a place where he can get indoors together with TAJ. "Citizen, the danger of these criminals is unknown. For your own safety you should retreat indoors. The animal is a mere beast. You can replace it quickly if anything happens, but you cannot replace your own life. However, the criminals should not be interested in animals, so it should be safe. Yet if you still wish to render your assistance, you may stay back from the fighting and warn the other citizens of this danger. Try to convince them to get inside. We do not need your assistance in this"He turns to his squad, and lifts his own mind blade into the air." Squad! Prepare for combat. Energize Mind Blades!"" Their mind blades all flash for a moment, then begin to shimmer. He beckons to Callahan again." Again, citizen, I must ask you to come here" Callahan jumps down and walk over to about 10ft away from Hon lush." Yes." "Citizen, you were the first out of the building and the first atop the building. Have you seen anything suspicious?" "The world is slightly purple here, and it seems to be coming from a very small purple dot there." Callaran points to the sky." It is very difficult to see, but I have good eyesight." Thurs crouches with one hand on the rumbling earth, his massive bulk still rising higher than the gnome. As the Alastair call for a retreat he snorts and shakes his head. He clenches his fists as he rises to his full height, "Could tell people to get indoors, and they might listen, but I'd rather put my fists in someone's face. What nonsense does The Unbreakable Stone King face today?" SUR, silent and motionless until this point, steps forward. Yes, maybe if you were more specific as to the nature of this incident, people would be more inclined to listen. Walking towards some people, Karin speaks to those who look like they could use a weapon." Ok, it is probably going to get dangerous here, so don't just stand there, either go inside and close your door or grab a weapon and get ready to defend yourself. The basters won't tell us what these criminals are but since they came in force it is bound to be something dangerous. I suggest forming small groups with a few archers and one or two swordsmen. Till we know what they are capable of try not to engage, let's let the Alisha do the dying for us." The purple light goes out, and the rumbling quiets again. Then, a bolt of purple streaks down from the sky with a horrible screeching tearing noise. It flies erratically, disintegrating whatever it touches. After flying through several buildings, it flies up again, and comes crashing down in the middle of the Alastair formation. Before the Alastair have time to react a blast of heat, so hot it scorches's your faces from where you are standing, flows out from the now still purple line. The Alastair seem to wilt, their skin cracking and blistering from the intense heat. The Rift starts to spark, and a corona of lightning forms around it. As the Alastair burn, electricity plays over their skins, until they collapse, either unconscious or dead, you cannot tell. The lightning dies out, and the heat fades. The line begins to slide apart into two lines, slowly forming a doorway, a portal to somewhere else. You can't see enough through it yet to discern where it goes, only flashes of color, moving shadows, and a muted purple light. K'air screeches as his feathers cinder, leaving tender wings bare and red. He screeches for the fallen, as well, but mostly because having half you're ruffling melted to your wings is a female eagle. Oh. Right. And now he wouldn't be able to fly, for a while at least. Thatsudden realization caused him as much sorrow as anything else, as he resolved against the foolish revenge his hind-brain was calling for. SUR seems entranced as the heat dies down, and he steps slowly towards the portal've seen this before, or at least....something like the thinks aloud. The blast of heat causes the massive man to rock back on his heels, but he quickly corrects and even seems to lean into the heat as though it were a strong wind. He begins to laugh. It is not the maniacal chattering of a psychotic, but the strong, hearty bellows of a man enjoying a good joke at a grand feast or watching a court fool dazzle the masses. One foot slides across the ground as he spreads his weight to adopt a cautious fighting stance. His fists rise, not quite to a striking position but damned close as he begins flexing his fingers. From the depths of his mind springs the form of a power of obfuscation, ready and waiting in the event that something springs from the portal looking to attack him. Spoiler Hide Ready Action to Invisibility myself if something pops out with obvious hostile intent towards Thurs. As the closest person to survive, Callahan immediately ducks away when the bolt comes in, the heat washing over his body. He responds by moving back towards cover and readying an action to attack with his acid spray a specific kind of creature. As the heath wave roll's over Karin braces himself." I don't know if this was what the Alastair expected, probably not by their looks, but what kind of criminal is this? If you have seen something like it before and have any idea what we can expect, would you care to enlighten us?" (assuming that was directed at me for my earlier comment)I have seen this before yes, but I don't know what it is, and I know even less of what to expect. All I know is what is obvious: it's a portal to....somewhere. And I would be wary if I were you, my single experience with this sort of thing brought unimaginable horrors in tow, but I have no idea what other things it could bring, or even take, for that matter. The Rift opens wider and wider. Through it, you can see a purple shape. A man steps through. Although man is not really the right term. Purple skin, with massive ears, he is horrific to look at. Following him are several others that look similar. But, while the first thing wears a ragtag patchwork outfit made of hide, the others all wear red and orange jumpsuits. Spoiler Hide Callahan, I believe this triggers your readied action. Callahan launches an Acid Shot at the first creature through.(1d20+7)[26]for(4d4)[10]damage, and again next round if it hits and isn't neutralized." Everyone, we should probably kill these things as fast as possible." The first one through staggers backwards as acid splatters over his face. He wipes it away from his eyes and casts around for the source. When his eyes land upon you, he bares his fangs in a snarl." Callaran! You stop my escape, you cause me to lose an ear, and now you assault me again! AGG! This acid, it burns! You shall die this time, and then I shall feast on your luck!" Claws burst into existence from the backs of his hands, and he steps forwards so that another ten people like him can file out. Four immediately take off down the street and start attacking regular citizens while the six stay by the leaders side to back him up. The leader stares at Callahan and spits out more words." And once you are dead, I shall raise you as one of us! My eternal slave Callahan! How does that sound! You and I can drain the world of luck together as I make you suffer for eternity for what you have done to me! We can burn the world together Callahan! And you can suffer, knowing that you are killing all that is good!" From the rooftop, K'air notes the hostile intent of the creatures that have appeared. Spoiler Hide Sense Motive and Knowledge: Psionic on 'em SM(1d20+4)[18] KP(1d20+5)[13] Church 52/52, AC 23/13T/20FF, DR 8/Adamantine, 50ft Land/30ft Burrow The giant of a man strides forward, laughing heartily all the while. He stops in front of the leader of these purple creatures and raises his flattened hands to rest just in front of his eyes. A moment of concentration and his pink and fingernails glint in the light as small crystalline growths appear from the flecks of stone across his skin. His eyes flick open, and he focuses on the leader, "I cannot condone harming the innocent. I will be taking blood from you in equal measure." He rears back onto one leg and brings one massive foot down upon the sands, releasing a powerful shockwave from the impact, augmented with a touch of psychic power. Spoiler Hide Move to J12. With a 50ft movement speed I don't image this will be a problem from just about anywhere. Standard: Stomp psi-like ability. 20ft cone straight out in front. Should catch the leader and two others I think? Those in the area must make a DC 13 reflex save or take (5d4)[17] nonlethal damage and fall prone. May want to consider marking creatures on your map. Just citing locations is fine, but my brain is having trouble with it. Sgt;.Sgt; HP 40/40, AC 25/25T/19FF, 40ft Land/50ft Glide/10ft Drop'air, while a slight more stoic than the boisterous man who'd pulled forward, also launched into action. Leaping from his perch, he streaked forward, intent on nailing the one who'd spoken.' No one interrupts my celebrations, incinerates a bunch of Alastair, and then threatens random bystanders on my watch!' Spoiler Hide Moving to (J,10) with a Charge (using his ability to glide in order to place him 5' above the leader -- +1 to-hit for high ground!), K'air takes note of what he's observed so far, incorporating it into a knowledge check for Knowledge Devotion ((1d20)[18] +5 or +10 depending on Psionic or Nature, whichever is more appropriate). He'll finish his charge with an attack; a Flurry of kicks! Attack Rolls: 1(1d20+11)[29] 2(1d20+11)[24] 3(1d20+11)[29] 4(1d20+11)[13] Damage Rolls: 1(1d10+5)[13] 2(1d10+5)[8] 3(1d10+5)[10] 4(1d10+5)[6] If Cries: Spoiler Hide CRT Cone Rolls: 1(1d20+11)[30] 2(1d20+11)[19] 3(1d20+11)[13] 4(1d20+11)[12] CRT Damage Rolls: 1(1d10+5)[12] 2(1d10+5)[11] 3(1d10+5)[9] 4(1d10+5)[12] 3 Attacks of Opportunity remaining. The two behind the leader fall prone as the wave passes by them, but the leader manages to remain standing. K'air flies over and strikes at the leader. The first three strikes slash his skin, revealing oozing yellow blood, but he manages to dodge the last attack. However, his skin seems tougher than it should be, and the claws do not sink all the way in. Although one is truly a grievous blow, he still does not seem fazed. Even as the wounds are made, they begin to heal. Map (with bad guy placements)Spoiler Hide There is no room in this life for criminals as diabolical as you claim to best says as he steps forward, and attempts to deliver a powerful blow to the leader's head. Spoiler Hide SUR moves to K10, and attempts an unarmed strike/sneak attack/stunning fist attack: (1d20+7) total:18 Damage: (1d8+2d6+3) total:13 Plus DC15 fortitude save to avoid being stunned Yeah might want to fix your rolls. Karin 54/54, AC 22/19T/20FF, (+2 ac if evil)Tap 45/45, AC 16/11T/14FF, 50ft Land/50ft climb Running towards the two on the left TAJ jumps and bites the leftmost one swallowing part of the arm whole, closely followed by a massive sweep from Karin's scimitar that took a nip out of the creatures' weapon when he deflected the attack, but unfortunately leaving the purple monstrosity intact. Spoiler Hide I should now be in G10 I think If possible a charge in with case I get another +2 to hit. Bite (d20+8)[16] (d8+6)[12] slash (inc power attack) (d20+6)[14] (2d4+9)[17] TAJ rushes forwards and takes a bite out of the one, but the monster dodges Karin's sword. Then they attack. The two nearest Karin strike at TAJ, perceiving him as an easier target than his rider. Spoiler Hide With each attack that hits TAJ must make a fort save vs DC 16 or take 2 points of damage to a random ability score. Tell me if they succeed or not. Attacks (vs TAJ) (1d20+5)[8] (1d20+5)[11] damage (1d8+3)[10] (1d8+3)[4] Spoiler Hide to confirm critical attacks (1d20+5)[9] (1d20+5)[9] damage (1d8+3)[7] (1d8+3)[11] The two behind the leader step up to either side of him. One strikes at K'air while the other strikes at SUR. The leader strikes at K'air. Spoiler Hide EDIT: K'air, SUR, you each take a -2 to your saving throws as debilitating sadness flows through you. Vs SUR Spoiler Hide With each attack that hits SUR must make a fort save vs DC 16 or take 2 points of damage to a random ability score. Tell me if they succeed or not. Attacks (1d20+5)[21] damage (1d8+3)[10] Spoiler Hide to confirm critical attacks (1d20+5)[23] damage (1d8+3)[7] vs K'air Spoiler Hide With each attack that hits K'air must make a fort save vs listed DC or take 2 points of damage to a random ability score. Tell me if they succeed or not. Attacks (1d20+5)[17] DC 16 (1d20+12)[20] DC 21 (1d20+12)[24] DC 21 damage (1d8+3)[9] (1d8+7)[15] (1d8+7)[12] Spoiler Hide to confirm critical attacks (1d20+5)[11] (1d20+12)[23] (1d20+12)[27] damage (1d8+3)[6] (1d8+7)[8] (1d8+7)[10] "We do not have to fight foolish mortals. Let me claim Callahan, and my warriors and I shall extract only a small amount of luck from you. If you strike again, you will die"the leader says as he takes a step backwards. His wounds continue to seal and sparks begin to crackle along his skin. Spoiler Hide Into I8 Church 52/52, AC 23/13T/20FF, DR 8/Adamantine, 50ft Land/30ft Burrow"I don't respond well to threats, little man." The giant of a man strides forward, each footfall causing small ripples in aftershock of his psychic assault on the ground. He is utterly calm as he approaches, arms trembling with restrained power that slowly rises with each step. The crystalline growths on his hands flash for a moment as he raises one arm and then slashes down at the leader with extreme force. Spoiler Hide Move: to I-10 Standard: Earth Strike (+7 to hit) Power Attacking (-4 ATK/+6 Dam) Unarmed Strike! (1d20+13)[28] (6d6+13)[31] Unarmed Strike is treated as Slashing, Magic, and all Materials for the purpose of Damage Reduction. K'air allows Thurs to speak for him as well. Landing with a handspring, he takes off once more, talons shooting toward the malicious imp. With a scissoring motion, he seeks to rend the neck, dragging both feet down when he is unable to connect. Spoiler Hide Move forward with a tumble (1d20+11)[22], attack the leader once more. (1d20+8)[27] (1d20+8)[14] (1d20+8)[10] (1d20+8)[12] (1d10+5)[8] (1d10+5)[13] (1d10+5)[6] (1d10+5)[10] Cries:Spoiler Hide Sorry about my previous rolls: I just realized that my CRT modifier is x3. (1d20+8)[10] (1d20+8)[27] (1d20+8)[14] (1d20+8)[19] (2d10+10)[22] (2d10+10)[19] (2d10+10)[12] (2d10+10)[14] Callahan 40/40, Power Resistance 14, AC 19/13T/17FF, 30ft Land"Have I transcended mortality then? I think you'll be fighting foolish mortals no matter what you do next." Callaran will create his Arena Soul web directly under the leader.[DC 21 save for immobilize. The web is 15ft, so anyone adjacent to him should also make a save. A Full round action can break you free with a DC 20 Strength or Reflex save.] Such 26/36 AC 19 T 14 FF 19If I don't fight you now, I'll have to fight you later, if you were being honest about your plans. I cannot condone them, and you must be punished for your actions. Sur lashes out at the man in front of him. Spoiler Hide Flurry of blows on the guy that is currently in K9 (1d20+5)[11] (1d20+5)[15] (1d8+3)[4] (1d8+3)[4] Spoiler Hide Cries? (1d20+5)[15] (1d8+3)[10] (1d20+5)[13] (1d8+3)[6] The leader manages to dodge all but the strongest of K'air's blows. All of SUR's blows miss as the monster in front of him dodges back and forth. The web lands in the middle of the group, but the leader, as well as the one facing Karin both manage to dodge it, but another two get stuck Spoiler Hide The ones at I9 and K9 are stuck, while the leader at I8 and the one at H9 manage to dodge the webbing The two strike at Thur as he tries to pass. Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[19] (1d20+5)[22] damage (1d8+3)[5] (1d8+3)[9] CRT Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[7] (1d20+5)[23] damage (1d8+3)[5] (1d8+3)[8] Despite this Thur manages to land a resounding blow against the leaders' chest, almost collapsing it The blue eyes of Karin seem to shine a little bit brighter in anger from these criminals attacking TAJ. "If you just wanted one guy then next time rush in, take him and run out. Don't try to go in while lighting a huge bonfire, now we are obliged to help these fellows. Besides, if all you cared about was him, you should not have tried to attack TAJ." Gives a quick pat to TAJ's neck and before trying to decapitate the wounded evildoer in front of him. Then TAJ rears on his hind legs swiping and biting at the purple thing in front of him that tried to hit him. And while the display looks really impressive, the creatures dive out of the way, with only a minor scratch from this display of strength, it does not look to impressive. Spoiler Hide Karin's Attack (d20+6)[14] (d20+6)[23] The second roll should have been damage, but since it missed it does not matter much, that I screwed up I hope. Bite TAJ (d20+8)[14] (d8+6)[8] Claws TAJ (d20+3)[10] (d6+3)[4] (d20+3)[21] (d6+3)[5] Ride check (if needed to make an attack and let mount do a full attack) (d20+13)[18] Ride check if they manage to hit TAJ next turn. (d20+13)[27] The leader leaps forwards and slashes at K'air's chest with one claw. Spoiler Hide EDIT: you need to make a fort save DC 21 or take 2 points damage to a random ability score. (1d20+14)[28] damage (1d8+7)[11] cries Spoiler Hide (1d20+14)[24] damage (1d8+7)[11] "My name is In. I was born at the beginning of time. I have devoured the luck of King's and Gods. You shall not defeat me!" With that he turns and runs, leaping to the top of a nearby building. The two others who have stood off to the side so far charge into the battle. One charges SUR and the other runs, leaping to the top of the River Hut to engage Callahan while the ones on either side of Thurs turn and strike at him. The two facing Karin again strike out at TAJ, as he seems to be the bigger threat of the two. Spoiler Hide EDIT: everyone needs to make a fort save DC 16 or take 2 points damage to a random ability score if hit VS Thurs Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[16] (1d20+7)[8] DMG (1d8+3)[9] (1d8+3)[6] cries Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[12] (1d20+7)[16] DMG (1d8+3)[5] (1d8+3)[4] VS SUR Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[18] DMG (1d8+3)[8] cries [SPOILER(1d20+5)[14] DMG (1d8+3)[5]] VS Karin Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[15] (1d20+5)[22] DMG (1d8+3)[5] (1d8+3)[9] cries Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[22] (1d20+5)[15] DMG (1d8+3)[11] (1d8+3)[5] SUR turns to drive off his new assailant Spoiler Hide Unarmed strike against L10 (1d20+7)[12] (1d8+3)[9] CRT Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[13] (1d8+3)[5] TAJ takes a bite from the wounded criminal and then seems to withdraw on command of Karin. But instead of a true withdrawal Karin inhales deeply his eyes start to glow and breathes fire at the two creatures, igniting their clothes. Karin then seems to take half a second to shift in his saddle, and everyone closely feels a glow encompass them. Whenever a strike seems to hit someone small scales form on the skin absorbing some of the power behind each swing. Spoiler Hide bite of TAJ (1d20+8)[28] (1d8+6)[9] Clinging breath DC 15 ref for half (3d4)[6] Time before breathing fire again: (1d4+1)[3] Spoiler Hide Ride check for moving backwards (1d20+13)[24] Ride check for next round if TAJ will get hit again (1d20+13)[16] Thurs"No you don't!" A massive meaty hand lashes out as crystals shatter and break away from his fingers. He seeks to grab the leader of these beasts and hold him in place. Spoiler Hide Attack of Opportunity! Using this AOO to make a Melee Touch Attack with intent to Start a Grapple. I provoke an Attack of Opportunity for doing so. Taking any damage negates grapple roll. MTA: (1d20+6)[13] Grapple: (1d20+14)[21] Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by Tacitus Thurs "No you don't!" A massive meaty hand lashes out as crystals shatter and break away from his fingers. He seeks to grab the leader of these beasts and hold him in place. Spoiler Hide Attack of Opportunity! Using this AOO to make a Melee Touch Attack with intent to Start a Grapple. I provoke an Attack of Opportunity for doing so. Taking any damage negates grapple roll. MTA: (1d20+14)[29] Grapple: (1d8+7)[10] In dances away from your grasp, laughing, and strikes back at you." You won't stop me that easily!" Spoiler Hide As always, if he hits DC 21 fort save (1d20+14)[29] DMG (1d8+7)[10] cries Spoiler Hide (1d20+14)[20] DMG (1d8+7)[13] In an attempt to catch the fleeing criminal, SUR rushes to the side of the building and attempts to climb it. Spoiler Hide I'm taking a risk here I move diagonally between my enemies moving to M8, then moving to M6 and trying to climb the building Climb check: (1d20+9)[21] Also, I forgot to factor uncanny dodge into my FF AC, so I'm just letting you know, my FF is 19, not 17 As SUR dodges between his enemies, they lash out at him. Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[25] (1d20+5)[19] DMG (1d8+3)[11] (1d8+3)[7] cries Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[25] (1d20+5)[10] DMG (1d8+3)[6] (1d8+3)[8] Edit: Double CRT on the first guy, CRT chaining in IOC. When he reaches the building he scrambles to the top without much difficulty. SUR falls to the ground, overcome by his wounds Spoiler Hide -8HP, what are the chances of a confirmed double CRT? ANS: 1 in 1333.33 stabilize roll: a 10 means I'm stable (1d10)[1] Church 50/52, AC 23/13T/20FF, DR 8/Adamantine, 50ft Land/30ft Burrow With a low growl the giant pulls his hand back and watches blood trickle from his fingers, the leader's strange blade able to just barely get past his stony skin. He curls back three of his fingers and points with his index finger to the creature on his left, "You lose your life because your leader is a coward." He twists his body and thrusts his finger out in a flash, gleaming crystal extending from his fingertip to pierce the creature's flesh. Spoiler Hide Swift: Versatile Unarmed Strike, Piercing. Standard: Unarmed Strike Melee: (1d20+11)[26] Damage: (6d6+7)[27] Unarmed Strike is treated as Piercing, Magic, and all Materials for the purpose of Damage Reduction. Thur's fist lashes out, and the crystals stab deep into the monster's chest. As Thur pulls his fist free with a sucking sound, the monster drops. However, he is still breathing, and his wounds continue to heal Spoiler Hide This is one of the ones who was caught by your Stomp, so he took nonlethal damage. This is why he is unconscious but not quite dead yet (and in fact still healing) Callahan 40/40, Power Resistance 14, AC 19/13T/17FF, 30ft LandCallaran fire forth a burst of colored lights over the creature attempting to engage him.[DC 21 will save or stunned for(1d2)[1]rounds.] The Luck eater in front of Callahan staggers backwards, blinded for a second as the blaze of light washes over him. Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[16] vs your stun thing. If he is stunned do you want to take your move action? Maybe get close to SUR so you can heal him next round? With a spree, K'air plays follow the leader, leaping high to avoid the strikes of the luck stealer's comrades." The law of this world is what we make it - allowing you to continue this chaos is unacceptable!" The raptor an is clearly distraught at the thought of allowing such a rambunctious and destructive fellow to escape. HP 29/40, AC 25/25T/19FF, 40ft Land/50ft Glide/10ft Drop Landing close behind the luck stealer, he strikes out with a series of sweeping kicks, arms and wing-remnants held high for support and balance on the rooftop. Spoiler Hide Sorry I was away for so long! I've been severely dehydrated from pooping and puking my guts out :c A leaping charge at the Leader! Attack 1 (1d20+11)[27] Attack 2 (1d20+11)[12] Attack 3 (1d20+11)[25] Attack 4 (1d20+11)[22] Damage 1 (1d10+5)[14] Damage 2 (1d10+5)[15] Damage 3 (1d10+5)[12] Damage 4 (1d10+5)[14] Cries: Spoiler Hide Attack 1 (1d20+11)[18] Attack 2 (1d20+11)[23] Attack 3 (1d20+11)[31] Attack 4 (1d20+11)[26] Damage 1 (1d10+5)[11] Damage 2 (1d10+5)[12] Damage 3 (1d10+5)[15] Damage 4 (1d10+5)[8] As In and K'air trade blows atop the building the others try to press their advantage. Ignoring the unconscious SUR, the two nearest Thurs charge in at him. The one that he had knocked unconscious shakes his head and moves to stand up again. Spoiler Hide targeting K'air. If they hit, make a DC 21 fort save (1d20+13)[14] (1d20+13)[16] DMG (1d8+8)[11] (1d8+8)[15] cries Spoiler Hide (1d20+13)[14] (1d20+13)[18] DMG (1d8+8)[9] (1d8+8)[15] Spoiler Hide Thurs If you want to take your AOA vs the guy standing up: Spoiler Hide (1d20+11)[25] DMG (6d6+7)[25] Targeting Thurs. If they hit make a DC 16 fort save. (1d20+5)[8] (1d20+5)[7] DMG (1d8+3)[11] (1d8+3)[9] cries Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[17] (1d20+5)[7] DMG (1d8+3)[10] (1d8+3)[6] If the one is not killed by the AOA Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[7] DMG (1d8+3)[11] cries Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[20] DMG (1d8+3)[7] The one next to Callahan stands there stunned, while the two next to Karin this time lash out at him, trying to stop the burning breath from coming again. Spoiler Hide Targeting Karin. If they hit make a fort save vs DC 16. (1d20+5)[21] (1d20+5)[11] DMG (1d8+3)[9] (1d8+3)[5] cries Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[11] (1d20+5)[22] DMG (1d8+3)[7] (1d8+3)[5] In seems to be fighting faster than a normal person could, as if he is in a slightly different time stream. After delivering his blows, a blue halo appears around his head, the sign of someone manifesting a power. Spoiler Hide Lets see if I stabilized (1d10)[3] Church 50/52, AC 23/13T/20FF, DR 8/Adamantine, 50ft Land/30ft Burroughs is about to turn to his new foes when he notices the one he had laid low attempting to rise again. With a mighty frown he stares at the wounded creature and nods, "A warrior's death. Take it, with my compliments, to your afterlife." His finger lances out again to skewer the warrior, and in the next moment he twists to face the new attackers and impale the next with his massive meaty finger. Spoiler Hide AOO taken as you have rolled it. Yummy. Attacking the next one nearest to the one that just ate my AOO. I would prefer a wounded/Nonlethal'ed over a fresh one. Standard: Unarmed Strike Melee: (1d20+11)[23] Damage: (6d6+7)[27] Unarmed Strike is treated as Piercing, Magic, and all Materials for the purpose of Damage Reduction. Karin HP 54/54, AC 22/19T/20FF, (+2 ac if evil) TAJ HP 45/45, AC 16/11T/14FF, 50ft Land/50ft climb While TAJ bites the evil creature in the arm a blueish light comes from under the dragon mask of Karin." Fearfull of a little fire, are we? Do not worry I will give you more soon enough." When with a massive sword stroke Karin cleaves into the thug, splitting the first creature from shoulder to hip. While in the same fluid movement Karin turns 90 degrees and smashes his fashion, with devastating force into the other creature in front of him nearly cutting him in half as well. Spoiler Hide TAJ Bite (d20+8)[25] (d8+6)[10] claws (d20+3)[4] (d20+3)[5] (d6+3)[6] (d6+3)[4] Akarin changed his dragon aura to vigor (everyone has fast healing 1 within 30 ft when they have less than half hp) (d20+6)[19] (2d4+9)[15] Thurs smashes out with his fist, crushing the life out of the one who tried to stand. His other fist flies out, and smashes one in front of him to the ground. The creature falls, knocked out, but continues to heal its wounds. Akarin and TAJ lash out at the same enemy, concentrating their attacks. As TAJ's jaws close shut on the monster's arm, Karin's blow cleaves the villain from his shoulder to his hip. The monster falls, barely alive, yet still breathing. Sur continues to draw shallow, close breaths for a moment. Spoiler Hide I will roll for him to stabilize at the end of the round. Fast healing has no effect when you have negative HP, in case you thought it would help Weaver. If I am wrong in this, please correct me HP 30/40, AC 25/25T/19FF, 40ft Land/50ft Glide/10ft Drop Taking his chances, K'air attempts to disrupt the glowing humanoid before whatever foul intentions it has bear fruit. Spoiler Hide ONE MORE GO LET'S DO THIS ATTACK (1d20+9)[21] ATTACK (1d20+9)[15] ATTACK (1d20+9)[29] ATTACK (1d20+9)[19] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[7] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[9] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[14] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[15] CRIES Spoiler Hide ATTACK (1d20+9)[21] ATTACK (1d20+9)[23] ATTACK (1d20+9)[17] ATTACK (1d20+9)[22] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[9] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[6] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[11] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[13] Spoiler Hide it's stabilize-or-die time (1d10)[3] K'air lashes out with a flurry of claw strikes. Three miss, but the final one hits. The claws slash across In's neck almost faster than the eye can see. The monster grasps at his torn throat, and looks surprised that you have managed to fell him. He manages a stammered "h-h-how?" before collapsing. As he falls the other monsters all let out a piercing shriek and clutch at their heads. They fall to the ground, unconscious. Although they are defeated, In did not die. He is breathing very shallowly, and the grievous wound in his neck knits itself closed, to a point. Then, he glows purple again for a moment, and his body stops healing itself, leaving him unconscious, but no longer bleeding out. "So what are we going to do now? Clara, you probably know more about them than we do, care to explain a bit what just happened? Does anyone have any connections with the protectorate, we might want to notify them?" Thurs waits for a moment, hovering over his recently felled opponent. Once satisfied that the creature isn't going to get up immediately and get back in the fight he relaxes his stance. Shards of crystal fall away from his fingers as he flexes them and turns to the others and strides forward, "Aye, some answers would be grand. Come down, and bring him with you, if it yet lives." "Does anyone have something sturdier than rope? I refuse to see a defenseless being killed, even one such as this, but I lack the means to restrain him." Thurs takes a moment to retrieve a pair of heavy (masterwork) manacles and a lock (amazing) from his bag (which is back inside maybe?), and offers them, "I also have mystic sand one can shape into objects, but the creature could surely also take control of it." SUR wakes, and slowly stands. He looks around trying to figure out what's happened while he was out. I see that order has prevailed over chaos, and good over evil. My thanks to whoever healed me, I fear without aid I may have succumbed to my injuries. Now I believe an explanation of this attack is in order. The leader begins to stir, awakening, but thankfully bound. Karin stands behind the leader, ready to knock him out again when it seems like he will try to do anything besides talking. He shakes his head, and looks around at you all." So, you have captured me. What now, you pump me for answers and information before killing me, or turning me over to those Alastair freaks? Because I am willing to make a deal. If you set me free, I will answer all your questions. However, I must be set free before I will do so." SUR steps forward And how do we know you won't just run, or teleport, or whatever you do, as soon as we release you. And even if you don't, we have no way of knowing if the information you give us is going to be at all useful, or even true, for that matter. I say we keep him in chains, and take him back to whoever lost him.

The Shattered Void I|rating:4.0

Studentx Teacher and Slavex Master -PRIVATE ROLE PLAY- Silver_Okami_bara&IchirusVampireGirl

Name: Yukon Utah (Your Male Characters Slave) Age: 20 Sex: Female (Her LMAO) Bio: When she was six her family was murder by an old teacher of hers who had a dark past. Yukon ran away, being the only one to survive, she grew up on the streets until she was about 14. A man who ran an underground slave market snatched her off the streets, and began to sell her around. She had been with many abusive masters, all of the ones she had have returned her because of her free will. She is quite, but very caring if you get through her outer mask, that she had built up over the years. Now and then she is haunted by the memory of her families deaths. Appearance:Name: Memory Kazakh (Your students' teacher)Age:23Gen: Male Bio: Growing up in a small England, he moved to the states after teachers realized he was a genius. The states had the better schooling and scholarships. By the age of 17 he was already in college. Trying to become a teacher, even though he had many, many road to go down. He wanted a job that he felt would better help others. Turning 22 he graduated from college and has been teaching for a year and a half now. He has never lost his British agent. He is very kind and loving towards all. Furthermore, he treats all with respect, until they lose it. As a teacher, he is one of the best ones to get, he does OT care about being late, or missed work. He is the kind of teacher who would stay after school to help a student who needed it. Making it hard for him to have romance in his life. Appearance: Name: Kieth YakamaruOccupation: Slave owner/Master Age: 25Bio: Not much is known of his past, but he entered into the slave trade when he was 17, at first he was a spotter, but he worked his way up, and now he runs his own ring of trades Personality: Cold, he does not show much emotion, but he does show care to the girls that he owns. He wants to make sure they are healthy so they never starve, and he doesn't force them to work every day, but this does not mean that he is a pushover. He will discipline his girls if he needs too. Appearance: Damage: 18Occupaton: Student Bio: She lives with her mother and father and is an only child, her parents expect the highest of grades and expect her to be fully dedicated to school, a boyfriend and friends are a waste of time to them Personality: Too anyone who truly knows her she is a happy-go-lucky girl, unless it comes to her parents, she is always trying to please them though at her own costs. She doesn't have many friends and most of the time she is studying or doing extra credit Appearance:Anime girls image by Blackstone on Photobucket Yukon sighed as the car she was in stopped off at another slaves traders home. The man who had sold her gave her a look." This guy paid good money for you .... I do not want to have another refund insolent, you know what will happen if you are returned again ... he will most likely send sell you, hell he might actually get rid of your free will, stuberness, and everything else people don't like about you", he told her coldly. Then getting out of the car he yanked her out and went to the door knocking on it." Now show respect to Kieth Yakima Yukon, and so help you god, if he returns you and I have to do another refund", he warned and looked back to the door. Yukon looked at the door. A dull espresso on her face. Another slave owner, another home. Memaru walked into his 1st period English classroom. Stretching he organized his lesson or the day and began cowrite a quote Fromm Shakespeare on the black board. He laughed to himself. He couldn't wait to see the kids confused looks on their faces. Shakes peer was all written in old speaking language. It was a way to look into the past. Siging he sat at his desk and water or the bell to ring and for his kids to enter. ((I think I'm going to change my characters name))Kieth was sitting in the chair in his study, looking over some paperwork about some girls he was expecting to be shipped in when he heard a faint knock at the door, "Ah, finally." He said with a smirk and got out of the chair. His house was fairly large and old, but taken care of. He went over to the door and opened it, seeing the woman and her soon-to-be former owner, he smirked, "I've been expecting you." He glanced at Yukon, "This is the girl?" Kami woke for the morning, ready for her first day at school. She got out of bed, put her hair in a side braid. Then she put on a red and white top with dark jeans and white heels. Her father never liked the way she dressed. But what did he like about Kami? She gathered her school items, ate a quick breakfast, then made her way to school. Kami got there a couple of minutes before the bell rang and made her way to her first class, which was English. Word had reached her that there was a new teacher, though no one had seen her yet. Kami walked into the classroom and took a seat front and center, it was the only place she could really concentrate, she couldn't help but think that the new teacher was very attractive. She didn't appear to be the only one... There were several more girls sitting in the front than average. Memory smiled at his class." Good morning class I am Mr. Kazaki, its nice to see such a wide awake class", he said calmly."to start things off were going to learn about Shakespeare", he said calmly. He looked to them." And if need be, I'll translate what Shakespeare means in today's modern language", he said grabbing the text books he had on Shakespeare and began handing them out." Open up TP page 33, the play of 'Macbeth", he said and went back to the front of the room once he was done holding out the books. The man smiled."yes Mr. Yakamaru, she's all yours .... but I want to ask, just to make sure, you really want this stern girl?", he said looking to Yukon who was keeping her eyes to the ground."after all, we have lots of girls who aren't stern, an don't have the free willed spirit HSE does....... so your sure you want her?", he asked making sure that Kieth wanted Yukon. Kieth was still looking at Yukon as the man spoke, his eyes wandered over her, she would need to be properly fed. She was too skinny. He smirked, "Yes. She is the one I want... A free spirit can always be broken with enough force he told the man. Then opened the door for Yukon to walk inside. Kami smiled when she saw that they were reading Macbeth, she loved Shakespeare, the dialect was amazing, and she could always understand what was going on, unlike some of her other classmates. She opened it to the assigned page and waited for the next instruction Memory smiled."okay everyone, read the first 3 pages f the play, when you're done, write out what you think are the translation of the language ... what you think he's saying ... you can go back and re-read if you need to, when you're done well go through the play together", he said sitting down. The man nodded and head back to the car, giving Yukon a dark look before speeding off. Yukina sighed softly and headed inside, still keeping he eyes to the floor. She flinched slightly hearing the door close and stayed silent. But now instead of looking at the floor, she was looking at her new sou rounding. Kieth looked at Yukon and smirked, "You must be tired and hungry from your journey, I shall have the servants bring you your food." He took his hand off the doorknob and started to circle around her, examining her more closely, "Yes, too skinny... We will fix that." He grabbed her by the elbow and started to lead her down a hall. Kami immediately went to work, translating the lines from Macbeth, it wasn't hard for her, she was able to understand the dialect. Her parents had always insisted that she know how to handle all forms of literature, so she read Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Dickens. All of them! She was the first one to finish, within a couple of minutes, and she waited for the rest to finish as well Yukon gave him a weird look as he circled her, but it quickly turned into a surprised shocked look, when he seemed to care about her thinness. She did however flinched when he grabbed her elbow, as an old Bruce was still healing. Following she looked around." Your home is nice", she said softly. She then looked around curious."... master, wheres the cage you intended to keep me in?", she asked dead serious. The last time she had a bed was when she was six, after that it was carbon, a floor in a basement, chained up, or for the former master who had a castle house, i was a stone dungeon and cold wet floor, locked up. Memaru looked to Kami seeing she was done he seemed surprised but smiled. Looking around seeing everyone was still doing it he looked to her and smiled."doodle, read freely, or whatever you like util the others catch up", he said happily and went back to reading some notes. Sometimes looking up to see how much of the class was finished, or almost done. He had to laugh quietly to himself seeing a bunch of the kids scratching their heads, in total utter confusion. Kami brought out some other assignments that she had to finish up on, summer homework... She thought that the teacher seemed nice so far, and she would enjoy having the class with him this year. Kaito glanced at her when she asked that, "Cage? My dear, you will sleep in a bed. My girls are more able to perform when they have had a good night's rest." He reached a doorway and opened a door, sure enough there was a large bed inside, "This is your room." YubiKeys already surprised look turned to full out shock as she looked around the room." I have a room .... and a bed?", she said lowly staring at the bed in disbelief. If she was dreaming she did not wish to be woken up." I get a bed?", she asked again staring at it."he, I haven't had one since I was six", she said softly. Memaru smiled a once everyone was done he stood."okay guys, now let's go through it", he said as he started to review it over with the class. As they went through it, he smiled at some of the confused looks."now ... no one get flustered, this is ancient lingo ....it's not every day someone goes around speaking it ... unless your acting it in the play its self at the local theater", he said chuckling."HEC if we get through Shakespeare we'll go on a field trip to the theater, to get a better understanding on it" Kami glanced up at him, then she put away her extra assignments. She waited until he started to call on the class, now while some people dreaded the idea of seeing a play of Shakespeare she was delighted! She loved to see plays when she got the chance, for her parents of course... Kaito glanced at her, "You start work tomorrow... Disappoint me and you will be returned... Understand?" And without waiting for her response he shoved her into the room and then locked the door Yukon looked at the now lacked door and sighed."oh please do!then I get punishment form you and that basted", she said in a sarcastic, inthusiastic voice. Rolling her eyes she looked at the bed. Looking around she dove onto it. A smile came across her face ass she few into the softness."ahh", she said softly and was soon fast asleep. Memoru smiled."and just tank, you get a day off school", he smiled when the class cheered at that part."okay ... so let's continue shall we", hesaid as he started going through the play with the class. Kami continued to follow along with each step that he took the class through, she would ask him for extra credit work once the class was finished, unless he was busy, in which case she would go to him after school ended. Food had been brought to Yukon and was waiting there for her for when she would wake up. Kieth went to his room and laid down on his very large bed... He would have to break Yukon's spirit... He would see how she acted around customers tomorrow, then he would see what he would have to do As they finished taking up the work the bell rang. He smiled to everyone."alright guys that's it for today", he said calmly."no homework for tonight .... have a good day kids", he said watching his lids head out, then started to gather his things. Yukina yawned and stretched as she role up. Blinking she sat up and looked to the food that was waiting for her. "Either I'm still dreaming, or there really is food there", she said to herself and went to it. It smelled soon good. Looking around she started eating it. She smiled happily. It was so good to have real food. "Heh too bad he's only taking care of me to make money", she said softly and started, munching. Kami gathered her items and then walked up to Mr. Kazakh, and she cleared her throat, "Excuse me Mr Kazakh? I know you did not assign any homework, but I was wondering if you could possibly give me an assignment to do anyway." Her voice shook a little when she spoke, she hoped he wouldn't be annoyed by his request. Kaito woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the new day, today he would test out his new girl to see how she performed... He got out of bed and dressed in black pants a shirt, then he left to go wake his girls and get them ready, he owned fifteen girls in the mansion he lived in Memory looked very confused."why would you want homework?", he said surprised."I can nice you some, but why?", he said in true awestruck. Yukina was still fast asleep, she was so conferrable in the bed. A smiled was planted on her face, being relaxed for the first time in years. ((I thought your character was eating? XD))Kieth soon got to Yukon's room and banged on the door once before he unlocked the door and walked inside, "Come on, time to get ready!" He barked at her, he expected his girls to look good for the customers. Kami blushed lightly, "Um, I try to get as much extra credit work done as I can... I have to maintain a 4.2 GPA after all." Any lower and her parents threatened to kick her out of the house, they really were unbearable to deal with... Memory blinked."why in the world do you have to keep such a high grade", he said looking worried as he began to get out the work he had on him that he could give out."hmm well if your similar with Shakespeare ....pick your favorite play .... and tell me what about it, you like, i have all his plays in this book here", he said handing the book to her.((lol right XD)Yukon looked at him, unafreaid."relax will you, just tell me what clothes you want me to where and I can guarantee I’ll be done and ready before your process customers get her", she said calmly. She smiled and took the book from him, "Thank you sir, I'll make sure to turn this into you by tomorrow..." Kami gave him a kind smile then turned and walked out of the room, holding onto the book while going to her next class. Kaito raised a brow at her attitude towards him, he walked over and grabbed her hair, forcing her to her knees, he bent down close to her face, "You will get up when I tell you too... You will dress when I tell you too... Understand?" He asked in an icy tone Yukon cringed only a little."did I say i would?no I just said that I'd be ready ... all you need to worry your big rich pretty little head about is what I will wear, but,if you want to make money off me, i highly suggest you don't have me where anything refilling my back", she said staring him in the eyes. Memoru had to shake his head at her having to keep such high grades. Stretching he went to take his coffee break. He couldn't get Kami out of his mind. He sighed some."why would she have to keep such high grades", he muttered. Kami went to the rest of her classes and did the same thing, she took notes vigorously, paid extremely close attention, and asked the teachers for extra credit work. And when school was done? She went to the library to get all of her assignments done. Kaito glared at her, how dare she speak to him this way... "Your outfit... Is in the closet right there." He said pointing with his free hand, he then shoved her and walked out, "Get out here when you're done." Memory went through the day with the teaching his classes, all on shakes per.a few of them had work they had to hand in after class so he headed for the library to start marking it. Yukina watched him leave and sighing she stood ad headed to the closet. She picked the one that did not evil her back and changing she put did her hair up beautifully and the headed out. It took her less than 5 minutes. Some of the girls were already standing outside and waiting. Kieth was standing at the end of the hall, waiting for all of his girls to be finished dressing and to be led to the rooms they would be using with the customers. He would see Kami bent over her work, scribbling away and checking her textbooks on occasion. Yukon sighed seeing the other girls. But shrugged it off as she waited leading he back against the wall looking at the sealing. In her head, planing on ways to either escape, or to get herself sent back. If she was sent back she knew she'd finally be free from this life .... yes it was suicide, but she didn't know what to do anymore. She never once chose to be a slave. She was forced into this line of work. Heck that was one of the reasons she made sure she never let any of her'Masters' break her. She had raised her self from 6till she was 13,then she was snatched into the slave market. Any dreams she had ever had were gone. To find someone that cared for her, and she could care about back .... to one day be married, have a family. She smiled oneself at the thought. 'What a dumb team I have', she though to here;f. But if she was set back, she wouldn't have to worry about her dreams being gone. She'd be sent to the man who breaks slaves, and if the man couldn't break them he'd torture them UNIL they final gave in or died. Yukon wasn't about to be broken, so.... she knew what way she was getting out. She glanced down the hall at her new master. She had to admit he was better looking then her old ones and a bit kinder. He gave her food, and a bed ... that was in a room of her own. The first bed she had in nearly 14 years. So on that side he was better. But he was still just as cold the others, and as riff. But after all the masters she had, and the abuse she got with them, she didn't feel all that much pain anymore. Memoru stopped as he saw her. He smiled some as he came up to her."working hard I see", he said with a present smile."are you needing any help?I am an expert on every subject", he said proudly. He looked around at all the work."wow you weren't kidding about that grade point average thing", he said sitting across from her."mind me asking why you have to keep it up, ive see your grades, even without extra work you would be able to keep up the average, heck you can dent into any college once you know what you want to be" Soon the girls were finished and Kieth smirked at them, "Alright girls, follow me." They all followed him down to the lower levels of the mansion, where there were stalls like rooms, but instead of walls they had rice paper. Kieth turned to Yukon, "You will be in that one." He told her, pointing to the one next to him. Then he ran a finger along her chin and had her look up, "Do not disappoint me." Kami looked up when Mr. Kazakh spoke to her, and was slightly surprised when he sat down across from her, "Oh. Um, no I'm doing alright... My parents insist that I keep the highest grades in the school..." Yukon gave a glare."oh, do not worry I plan to", she said giving him a salute and went into the stall, ignoreing the shocked looks she could feel on her." Well you already do", Memoru said confused."you need to take it easy once in a while", he tolled her in a very serous tone. Kami bit her lower lip lightly, "I can't sir... I'm not allowed to take it easy... My parents believe that if I take time off then I'll never get anything done..." She started to scribble some more answers onto her paper. It didn't take long for Yukon's first customer to arrive, he was an older man with a balding head and a beer belly. He stunk of alcohol and wasted no time in getting to 'know' Yukon.((Shall we skip?)) Memory eyes widened."no offense, but your parents talk crazy", he said lowly.(lol yes)Yukon put up a fight with the older man, and anyone who came into her booth, she even manages to give a man that came in a black eye. Her spirit was still as strong as ever, even more so. She shrugged lightly, "They just want me to do well I suppose." She scribbled down some more answers. Kaito realized that Yukon had given one of the customers a black eye and after the man had left he went into her stall, he glared at her, then walked over and shoved her to the ground, keeping his foot on her chest, "Do you want to be returned?" He asked in a dark tone Yukon cringed slightly and looked at him. Glareing back, Stareing him i the eyes."truthfully ... yes", she said coldly. Still unafraid of him. She kept staring him in the eyes, not blinking. Memoru sighed."well if you need anything ... make sure you let me know...okay?", he said with a bright smile. Kieth's eyes narrowed, "Well. I'm not returning you..." He pressed his foot down on her chest, "Your spirit will be broken, even if I have to beat it out of you... Understand me??" Kami blushed lightly but nodded, "Alright... I'll make sure to do that." Yukon laughed a little."he, if the streets, and all my former masters opulent brake my spirit, you won't have any luck", she said still glaring at him. With a smile, Memoru stood."great, now I better get to making", he said silting and headed over to another table and began to mark the in-class assignments he had collected. Kami nodded, she remained at the library for another hour before she finished all her work and headed home. When she got there she started to make her dinner, for her parents weren't going to be home until later. What she didn't realize was that she had left her phone at the library, where the teacher would be able to see it. Kaito laughed, "We'll see." He got his foot off her, grabbed her by the hair and then dragged her out of the stall towards a back room Yukon went along with him glancing at him."a torture room?", she guessed as they walked."oh no wait .... a dungeon! ...... or better yet, gallows , or that thing that cuts off your head!", she said in a Va enthusiastic sarcastic voice."or a room that's yay big, no washroom or window.....", she looked at him."I've seen it all".she said calmly. Sighing Memory put everything in his briefcase. Looking over where Mimi had been he blinked spotting her cell phone he went over and picked it up."she's going to need this", he said softly and going to the office he pulled out her records, he smiled seeing her address and headed to the parking lot. He stopped at his black sports car. Getting in he headed for Kiwis house. After a small bit he stopped outside her home. Double cheating the address he went up to her front door and rang the doorbell. Kami was still making dinner when she heard the doorbell ring, she looked up at the clock, wondering who it could be she moved away from the oven and walked over to the door. She opened it and was surprised to see her teacher, Mr. Kazakh standing there, "Mr. Kazakh? What brings you here?" Kaito sighed and opened the door, a single bed was in the middle of the room, but there was another door on the side. He pushed her inside, walked inside, then closed the door behind him Yukon blinked, confused."well, this is fancy for a torture chamber", she said looking around." Now, I believe Iv'e seen everything", she said softly then hearing the door close behind her, she turned and looked at him."now what?", she said standing there board. Memoru smiled happily and held up her cell phone."you left this at the library, i thought you'd need it before tomorrow so I came to return it", he said with a grin. Kieth leaned against the door, "I said I was going to break you... And I will." So far he made no movement or showed any signs of his anger, in fact... He was daringly calm. Kami gasped lightly and felt her pocket, "Oh my gosh. I didn't even realize that I dropped it." She reached out and took the phone from him, her fingers lightly brushing her against his hand, "Thank you so much." Yukon raised an eyebrow."right", she said softy and sitting on the bed she laid back against it staring at the sealing."and how do you plan on doing that?as I've said, the streets and all my former masters had no luck, what makes you believe you will be able to break me?".she asked curious, still staring up at the sealing. Memoru blinked but smiled."no problem .... ", he said calmly and smelled food cooking."by that wonderful smell coming from your kitchen I take it your busy with dinner, so .... I'll be one my way" Kami looked up at him, a small smile on her face, "You can stay for a little bit if you wish, I mean. If you want to." It wasn't that she was trying to flirt or anything, it was just that she was trying to show some common courtesy. Kaito walked over to the side of the bed and looked down at her, "Show me your back." He said in an icy voice Yukon blinked looking at him. Sighing she rolled over onto her stomach and took off the top she was wearing, he back facing him. On her back were a bunch of scars, small and big. Going everywhere, there really wasn't any more room for another one to be made. Unless one was to be made through the other ones. The oldest looking one was from the top of her back and ran all the way down. It was also the deepest, looking as if the one who gave it to her, wanted to kill her."see why i suggested you don't show my back off?", she said quietly. No altitude at all. It was more shy."yoked loose money if the clients you have seen it", she said staring at the bedsheets. Memoru smiled some."are you sure? I don't want to be a bother to you ... or anything like that", he said somewhat shyly. Kami gave him a sweet smile, "I wouldn't offer if it would be a bother sir." She stepped aside to allow him inside. Now though this could have been a very foolish idea on her part, she believed that she could trust Mr. Kazakh... There was just something about him. Kaito's eyes wandered over her back, then he reached out and traced one of her scars, unsure of what to think Yukon cringed some and looked back at him. Curiously. Memoru smiled as he walked in."okay then..." Kami led him to the dining room, which was attached to the kitchen, "Take a seat." She went over to the stove and continued to cook. Kaito was staring intently at her scars, still tracing them with his finger, "I will not leave marks like these... I believe that if you scar a woman you do necessary damage." Yukon blinked looking surprised and smiled at him softly."thank you", she said softly and looked back to the bed."your already 10 times better than all the masters I've had ... still ice-cold, but in there somewhere you are much kinder ... heck I get bed and my own room", she said smiling peacefully and closed her as. Only cringing slightly when he ran his figure over of the fresher scars." Thank you", Memoru said as he took a seat and watched her."you have a nice looking home", he said looking around at this."but what's it like living here?", he asked curiously. Kieth glanced at her as he continued to trace her scars, "Then do you really wish to disobey me and return to your old master?" He asked her coldly, "Because if you keep disrespecting and disobeying me. Then you will." Kami shrugged lightly, "It's alright I guess..." She lied, it was horrible living here. She could not wait until she moved out of the house and on her own, where she could finally have her own rules and have fun Yukon sighed."I never chose this life ... ever ... ", she said softly."IF I get sent back this time ... the man who sold me to you will return your money ... and he'll send me away to this man, who deals with the OD slave like me, who will not break ...and he will torture them until they do ... or, until there dead, and you've seen my soberness, what do you think would come first for me?", she said looking back at him for a moment. Then looked back to the bed." I have been in this life way too long, I don't want it anymore, and the more I think about it ... the more I want out, and so far it's the only way out", she said softly." I lived on the streets from six years old until thirteen, then that man picked me up, and since then I've been doing this", she said relaxing more into the bed. Memoru stared at her unsure, but for now would leave it alone for now."ah", was all he said. He then smiled looking to her."hey, have you ever had a day of fun?", he asked curiously. Kieth was surprised at how much she was telling him, but. He listened. He listened to her. Furthermore, he felt small pity for her. But he had a business to run, if he let every girl be free then he would be out of businessman glanced back at him, "How do you define fun sir?" Yukon then sighed."so, lets save you the trouble and the money and return me and get it over with ..... heck you can even con him into giving you more than you paid for me", she said closing her eyes again. Feeling tied. "So just let me know when you want to take me back, or,when you find a way that you think will break me", she softly. Memoru smiled."just call Memory when were not in school ... and I call fun is not working, haveing life outside of school", he asked his eyes glimmering. Kieth glanced at her, "I hate to tell you sweetie... But I don't plan on returning to you anytime soon." Kami blushed lightly, "Alright. Memory... No. I've never done that. I come home, do homework, eat. More homework, chores, then go to bed..." Yukon just rolled her eyes."then you're going to lose yourself a lot of money", she said sitting up enough to pull her shirt back down. Then sat on the bed, cross legged and looked to him."do your worse if you plan on torturing me", she said softly. Memoru smiled."would you like to have?tell the truth because o have got a plan ... so just trust me" Kami glanced back at him again and raised a brow, "I'm not allowed to sure, no matter how much I want one." Kaito smirked, "Didn't I tell you I don't believe in damaging a woman? I won't be torturing you..." Yukon blinked."then what are outgoing to do?", she asked looking very confused. Memory smiled."well how about for extra credit I get you to help me out with things after scoop?", he asked. "I'm not going to tell you what with just yet, but it will give you extra credit and time to things from your other classes" Kami raised her brow a bit in suspicion, not sure if she should take the deal or not. But after a little bit of thought she nodded, "Alright. Deal." Kaito smirked at her, "I'm not telling you." Memory smiled."wonderful!" Yukina smiled some."well your no fun" Kami smirked at his reaction and shook her head, soon her dinner was finished, "Would you like some Memory?" A small blush had risen on her face. Kaito returned her smile, "You won't be tortured, and you are not being returned. If I have to take actions so you don't hurt the customers though, then so be it." Yukon raised an eyes' brow."he, what kind of actions?", she sacked laying back on the bed. Memorus face lit up some."re-really?', he inhaled the smell of food."It's sells great" Kami nodded and poured food onto their plates and placed his plate in front of him and hers on the other side, "What would you like to drink?" Kaito sighed, "Once again, I am not telling you." Yukon laughed some and then with a small yawn she started to drift off to sleep. Feeling very relaxed on the bed. Memoru smiled at the food then looked to her."...water please", he said looking back to the food." Looks great too" Kieth rolled his eyes when he saw that she had fallen asleep, he walked out of the room and locked her inside, not worrying about her escaping for there were no ways out. Kami nodded and get them both glasses of water. She placed the glass next to his plate and then sat down to eat her own dinner Yukon slept peacefully for a while, then,images of her family being murdered ran through her dreams. She began to toss and turn. Furthermore, she began to talk in her sleep, yelling at the attacker to stop, then she last out a scream as her eyes shot open and sat up gasping for breath looking around, slightly scared. Memoru smiled."thank you, Kami, this looks, smells-", he paused taking bite,"and tase great!" Kieth heard a scream coming from the back room, not knowing what was going on he unlocked the door and went inside, "Yukon? What is going on?" He asked her, looking at her lying on the bed, she appeared to be breathing heavily. Kami blushed, "Thank you, Mr. KAZ- I mean. Memory." She was surprised that she was having dinner with the most attractive teacher at school. No. Wait, she couldn't think about that... Yukon jumped when he entered but relaxed slightly."bad dream,", she said as she worked on calling down. Memoru smiled at her."i only tell the truth", he said grinning and continued to eat. She continued blushing as she ate her dinner, so many girls in her class would hate her for being here with Memory. Yet. That gave her a feeling of success, like when she was done with school and could relax for a bit. Kaito sighed, "Fine. But it's time for you to return to work, so come on." He walked over and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her back to her stall Yukon growled."what about protecting your customers?", she said giving I'm a cold glare. Memoru looked to her and smirked."you're blushing my dear", he said softly. Ratio pointed to her bed, while she was in the room he had put chains on her bed, so that she would be forced into an eagle-spread position. Kami looked up, "Oh, am-am I r-really??" She covered her cheek with one hand, "I'm sorry sir, it's a bit warm in here I suppose." She said nervously Yukon stared at the bed. Furthermore, she really didn't want to but went to it and sat down chaining her feet and one of her free hands, wiating for him to do the other, sice she couldn't get the last one by herself. Furthermore, she stayed silent just staring at the sealing. Memoru stared at her."it's okay", he said smilax."it was cute", he said calmly No one had ever spoken to Kami like this before, and it only made her want to blush even more. She looked down and continued to eat her dinner, trying to keep herself occupied. Kaito was pleasantly surprised, he wouldn't have to pin her down or anything... How refreshing. He went and bound her free hand, giving them all good tugs to make sure they were secure he left the stall, feeling satisfied, and then the customers continued Memory ate happily."this was great.... here let me clean up as a thank you for dinner", he said standing up. Yukina injured this, the entire time anger was building up inside her, when the last of the customers last she waited to be let free. Kieth thanked the last customer, then he went and let Yukon free, "You will bathe with the other girls, then return to your room for dinner." Kami finished her food and looked up at him, "Oh no, I couldn't possibly let you do that." She told him, also standing up Yukon was giving Kieth a deep glare but nodded. Memoru smiled."sit down, i insist" Kieth smirked at her then led the girls to the bathing rooms, where they were all to bathe together. It was relaxing though and felt very much Ike a hot spring. Kami hesitated before doing as he said, "Thank you." She told him softly, her face felt rather warm... She hoped she wasn't blushing again Yukon looked around and picking the farthest corner she got in, keepig he back up against something. Memoru smiled."no problem", he said cleaning up and putting things away. Kami smiled lightly, then she got her backpack and started to finish up on her homework. The girls ignored her as they bathed, some socialized with each other, or they helped to wash all others backs Yukon cleaned herself of and sat quietly staring at the water. Memoru glanced back at her and smiled as he continued to clean. After thirty minutes Kieth came back in to guide the girls back to their rooms, where their dinners were waiting for them. Kami occasionally glanced at Memory as she did his homework, she couldn't believe that she had just eaten dinner with him Yukon walked behind the group, her face lighting up seeing the food as she entered her room. She looked to Kieth."thank you .... master Kieth", she said going to her food and began eating it quietly. Memoru smiled as he finished."there all done", he said proudly and then looked at the clock."wow its getting late", he said smilax to her." I better go" Kieth smiled at her, then he waited until she was inside before he closed and locked the door. He did the same for all the girls. Kami looked up at the clock, "Alright, I'll walk you to the door." She got up and started walking towards the door Memory smiled to her softly as he headed to the door."thank you for the wonderful holiday"Yukon sighed as she sat on the bed staring at the food. She sighed ad laid down not feeling hungry now. ((Holiday?)) Kami smiled at him, "It was nothing Sir, honest. In fact if you ever wish to have another home cooked meal then you can come on by." Kaito went to his room and laid on the bed, giving a heavy sigh. What an interesting day it had been. ((lol wow sorry it was suppose to be meal .... I had to have been so tied lol XD))Memory looked surprised, but quite happy." Really? Well then I will have to take you up on that offer", he said going a wave and headed to his car. Yukina, eventually design to eat, once done she snuggled Ito the bed, sighing somewhat happily, she soon drifted off to sleep. Her dreams started out present, then just when things were looking good in her dreams, everything turned into a nightmare, she was in her old house, at her piano, playing her songs she used to love to play, her parents watching happily from the pitched doorway, her older brother listening from the living room while he studied his college classes. Then a rock at the door, her dad answers it, a loud bang, and then screaming started. Her brother, with a bullet wound to his shoulder, runs to her and hides her away as he goes back to face the intruder, more gun shots ring out, and she sees her brothers bloody body fall. The man responsible walks around, calling for her to come out, When he heads upstairs she rushes out of her hiding place and head for the door. The man runs town and after her. Pulling a blade from his pocket he lunged at her, the blade digging into her back going all the way down, she fell t the floor in pain but forcing herself up and ran, the man gave chance... she kept running, eventually jumping over barrier and down into a rushing water bellow. In reality, Yukina was screaming in terror, not waking from the nightmare, tossing and turning, scraeming for the man to stay away from her. Kami waved and watched as Memory drove off, she smiled and closed the door, locked it, then she leaned against it and gave a sigh... She just had dinner with her teacher!! A giddy feeling filled her as she prepared herself for bed. She still had a smile on her face when she laid down. Kaito heard the screaming from his room, it could chill anyone to the bones. He jumped out of his bed and ran out of his room, following the sounds of the screams, he realized they were coming from Yukon's room... He fumbled with the keys a little before finally finding the right one and unlocking it. Furthermore, he ran inside and saw her thrashing about, he shut the door behind him and ran up to her, "Yukon!! Wake up!! Yukon!" He shook her in an attempt to wake her Yukon eyes shot open, and she sat up quickly, and still half asleep she clung onto him, and repeated,"I'm, sorry, im sorry", oer and or. She was shaking like a leaf. Her eyes full of terror. Memoru smiled once he was home. He couldn't remember the LST time he was this happy. Why he was fay still confused him but after a shower he flopped into his bed staring at the sealing. With a happy sigh he slowly drifted off to sleep. The next day was a normal day for Kami, she woke up, got ready for school, listened to her mother talk about what a disappointment she was while eating breakfast, and then she started her walk to school. Kaito was a bit surprised that she clung onto him, but he wrapped his arms around her in a comforting manner As she headed down the road Memory based her, seeing it was her he pulled over and honked the horn, pokeing his head out the window, hey Kami wants a ride?", he said with a giant smile on his face. Yukina slowly calmed down, eventually realizing what she was doing, she pulled away and looked to him."sorry, and sorry for waking you", she said softly staring down at the bedsheets. Kami jumped a bit when someone honked their horn, looking over and seeing that it was Mr. Kazakh though, she smiled, she walked over to his car, "Are you sure you wouldn't mind that?" Kaito moved his hands from her back to her shoulders, "Shut up... You don't need to apologize... Everyone has nightmares." He told her Yukon blinked looking to hm, seeming surprised, but then smiled softly."more like a bad memory that haunts me Eva few nights", she said ally, but looked to him with a happy smile."thanks you though"Memory smiled." I'm sure, get it", he said happily. Kami blushed, "Well... Alright." She opened the passenger door and got in, she placed her bag in her lap and then shut the door, "Thank you so much for this." Kaito couldn't help but ask, "What was the memory?" He was slightly curious Yukon looked to him."...it was my families murder", she said calmly looking at the bed. Memoru gave her smile."anytime", he said calmly. "I see..." Kieth said... Unsure of what to do really. Then he remembered something, and he grabbed her hand, "Come on." He led her out of the room. Kami looked out the window as he drove, this was so much quicker than the walk to her school! Yukon blinked confused but followed." O-okay ... i-if I did something wrong, I'm sorry", she said nervously. Memoru smiled."so you ready for after school today?", he asked."for your extra credit", he asked making sure she remembered their conversation from last night. Kieth remained silent as he led her through some halls until he reached a door and opened it, it was a bathroom, it appeared to be his bathroom, "Sit down and wait." He told her." Oh. Uh. Sure, I guess I am." She told him, honestly she was a bit nervous about what he had in mind Yukon blinked and sat Dow."alright", shesaid calmly. Relaxing a little. Memoru smiled happily."don't look so worried, its nothing bad, I have a feeling you're going to have fun" Kieth left for a few minutes, he returned with a little baggy, "Take this. These are remedial herbs, they will help you sleep." Kami bit her lip, "I cannot be gone for long though... I'll have homework that I need to do." Yukon blinked gently taking the bags. A smile on her face."really? thank you", she said softly, seeming relaxed already about finally being able to sleep. Memoru smiled."well do that before you help me out", he said calmly. "Alright." She told him, then she continued to look out the windowKaito nodded, "Eat them here, then you can go back to your room." Yukon nodded, opening the baggy she carefully ate what was inside. It supriseeingky tasted good. Once done she carefully stood."thank you again," she said giving a peacefully happy smile to him. Memoru smiled then turned into the school parking lot."almighty Kami I'll see you in class" Kieth nodded and led her back to her room, "Now get to sleep." He told her. Kami smiled at him, "Thank you, Mr. Kazakh." She got out of the car and headed inside the school Memory smiled." no problem, see you after," he said and headed for the teachers lounge. Yukina walked with him and looking to him before she entered her RO she smiled softly a bit happily." I will, and thank you again," she said softly and happily went to her bed and flopped into it, closing her eyes. Kami went to the library to get some studying done, then when they bell for school to start rang she quickly made her way to her first class. Then after that it was Mr. Kazakh's class. Kaito locked the door behind her and made his way back to his bed, he was tired, but he could not sleep for his mind kept tumbling around.... He was thinking of Yukina was sleeping peacefully, no nightmares, witch made her relax. This new master of hers.wasn't as bad as he seemed. Her old masters would have punished her for disturbing their sleep, she would go without sleep for days and be to tied to do anything, then get punished for that. But Kieth was different, he took pride in his slaves and their well-being, a small smile came across her face as she slept. Memoru smiled as he started his first class, giving the assignments and helping out the kids who needed it. Before he knew it, it was already second home. He, for whatever reason was liking his second period better. When morning came around Kieth awoke at the same time that he normally did, he had breakfast delivered to the girl's rooms and then woke them all for their day. Kieth went to Yukon's door and unlocked it, "Wake up and eat your breakfast." He told her sternly, despite last night she was still one of his slaves and she still had to work. Kami took seat in her normal spot, front and center, and took accurate notes when Mr. Kazakh started the lesson. But still, she couldn't help but think about the dinner they had last night. It had been so odd, and yet. Refreshing, to eat with someone else... She thought to herself that she looked forward to any more encounters they had with each other When he entered, Yukon was already awake, and dressed to work, she had been sitting on her bed staring out the window. She turned to him as he entered."beat you there", she said and smiled smelling the food."Emma it smells great!", she said going over to it."smells good to..."memory looked to the class with a smile."okay guys, tonight, finish reading romeo and Jules . Friday we'll have a quiz", he said call."and trust me, if you chart and watch any of the movies out there ... I'll know", he said with a playful grin. Kieth smirked when he saw that she was awake and ready, "Right. Well. Eat your breakfast and then step outside. Busy day today." He said. He walked out of the room and closed the door, he chuckled to himself and waited for the other girls. Kami had no problem with the assignment, she had read Romeo & Juliet a great number of times. Yukon watched him leave. Then sighed. She decided shed be cooperative, for KaiOS sake ... he was being kind to her, so she resided to pay him back by not attacking the customers, that came. She ate quickly and with a sigh she went into the hall and leaned against the wall, not seeing any other girls she Saxon the floor staring down at it. Memoru blinked hearing the bell."times up that quick, huh?oh well, have a good Dy class", he said gathering his papers. Kami gathered her stuff when the bell rang, then she went to her other two classes. When school was over she did her homework quickly in the library and then made her way to Mr. Kazakh's class to see what he had had in mind. After several minutes the other girls came out and Kieth led them all to the other room where the customers would come in. He looked at Yukon when she reached her stall, "Now I hope that I won't have to tie you back up again... Don't give me a reason to." Yukon looked to him a small smile on her face."no", she said truthfully." ill be good", she said going in and sitting on the bed she stared down at the floor waiting. Memoru smiled seeing her. He was waiting outside of his classroom."right on time, great!", he said happily."now to my car", he said presently. Kami smiled and followed him out to his car, "What are we going to do Mr. Kazakh?" She asked with curiosity. Kaito watched as a customer went into her stall and waited for any sounds of commotion or struggle. He was pleased when he didn't hear anything Memory smiled." You'll see .... and what Say about calling me Mr. Kazakh outside of school hours?", he said smirking. Yukina co-operated with every customer. She sighed and coursed herself to make it enjoyable for them as well, wanting to make Kieth happy. Why she cared about his happiness was beyond her understanding, all she knew, was, she wanted his happiness. Yukon sat up, there was a small break before the next customer, she sieged looking her self over in the mirror. Hateing what she saw. But hearing another one enter her stall she went back to her playful smile, but it quickly vanished seeing the man in front of her. He was in his thirties, a sick grin on his face. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. The man walked to her and pulled her to him. He smiled sickly." Yukina... you've grown", he said lowly letting his hands explore her body. He smiled feeling her shaking like a leave."just like when you were little", he muttered. Shoving Yukon to the bed, he 'had his way' with Yukon. When he was done he touched her cheek kissing her cheek. He then whispered lowly int her ear." I will be back, and if I were you, I wouldn't say anything to your master, its not like he'd care anywise who I am, and how you felt, you want to make him happy don't you?you're his moneymaker right?but, he is in a way kind to you", he said looking into her terrified eyes." Now, be a good girl", he said kissing her quivering lips, the left her there trembling. Yukon took deep breaths, calmling herself down. 'I have to make Kieth happy, he won't care anywise, so just keep quite and do your job', she kept telling herself until her shakes stopped. Kami chuckled, "Right. Sorry Memory." She told him with a blush on her cheeks. She placed her backpack on her lap and hugged it while he drove, she was looking out the window at all the scenery. Soon the workday ended, and the girls were led to the baths, then once they were finished Kieth led them back to their rooms, but he stopped Yukon before she could enter hers, "You will be dining with me this evening." Yukon from and sighed. All she wanted to do was to be locked in her room, and stay up all night so she couldn't dream. Looking to Kieth however she felt like she couldn't refuse."alright, would you like me to change first?", she asked softly. Memoru smiled. They soon rived at a play theater."for extra credit, were going to see a Shakespeare play, i need your say in wreathing or not the class will like it or not", he said calmly getting out of the car. Kami gasped, "R-Really?" She smiled and got out of the car, a look of true happiness showed on her face, "Oh my gosh." Kaito nodded, "Yes, slip into something more comfortable he said with a small smile Memory smiled. Happy to see her happy."what one do you what to see?", he asked. Yukina gave him a surprised look, but nodded. Going into her room she found a knee long red dress with tank top style straps. It covered up most of her back. Looking herself over she quickly met Kieth back in the hall."all set", she said softly. Kieth smirked and led her to his room, when he opened the door she would be able to see some food on the side table, two glasses, and a bottle of wine."Oh, I couldn't possibly pick one sir." Yukon looked around, getting the feeling her real last customer would be Kieth."this is nice", she softly looking around. Seeming a little nervous. Memoru smirked."then we'll have to see one a day, even the weekends, if it's okay with you", he said calmly. "Oh sir, I couldn't possibly." She said with a blush. Kaito glanced at her, noticing the nervousness in her voice, "Yea... Take a seat and I'll give you your food." Yukon blinked looking confused, but nodded and went over to his bed and carefully took a seat. Memoru smiled." I insist!", he said proudly. "Well. How about we see Hamlet first?" Kaito walked over to the table and poured a glass of wine for her, then he handed her the glass and food Yukon gently took the food and water."thank you", she said softly."it looks good", she said looking at the food, then to the wine."hmm, never had wine before", she said calmly. Memoru smiled."that is a splendid choice!" Kami smiled, "I can pay for our tickets!" She offered, it was the least she could do! Kaito smiled charmingly, "Try it... It's rather tasty." Yukon looked to him and took a sip. "Hmm its nice", she said calmly. Then took a few MOE sips. Memoru smiled."no way, it is all my treat!", he said happily. Kami's blush deepened, "But sir. I couldn't possibly allow you to do that." Kaito smirked, and he offered her a plate of food, "Here you go." Yukon blushed some and gently took the plate."t-thank you", she said softly and looked to him."master, may I ask you something?" Memoru smirked."but I what to so there for, you have to let me", he said going up and paying for their ticket. Kieth took a sip of his wine before he answered, "You may." He told her, looking at her curiously. Kami watched as he went and bought the tickets, she smiled lightly and followed him "why did you what me to dine with you tonight, you have other slaves here, who would bend to your will way more easier ....", Yukina said softly."were right up front", Memoru told her as they headed for their meets. Kami continued to follow after him, excited about the play and being able to see it with Memory. Kaito smirked, "You think I'm doing this so that I may share my bed with you? You are mistaken." Yukon seemed very confused."then why?", she asked. Memoru looked to her."if you want a drink or snack, do let me now", he said stopping at their seats."after you", he said stepping to the side so she could sit dead center. "To be honest," Kieth said, "you intrigue me... I want to know more about you and your history." Kami smiled, and she took her seat in the center, right where she liked to be Memory smiled softly at her."if you would like a drink, do let me know, okay?", he said calmly. Yukina smiled slightly."where would you like me to begin then?", she asked taking another sip of food. Kami nodded, "Of course." She blushed softly, and then she put her attention on the stage. Excited about the play. Kaito chuckled softly, "Start from the beginning."((I'm sorry I took soon long to respond!)) (*Clomps* I'm just happy you responded!) Memoru gave a smile and relaxed calmly looking to the stage calmly. Yukina sighed." I grew up in this town ... well just outside of it, i had a get life with my parents and older brother and sister, Started school, not to long after my sixth birthday, then a few days after my family was killed by my teacher, he hasn't been caught, and id out he will be ...but anywise, during the murders, I got away, well ran away, and lived on the streets up until I was 14. I did WHT I could survive, i didn't cell myself or anything. Then about a mouth after turning 14,a man who runs the underground slave market snatched me from the streets... and put me into the slave business right away .... ", she paused as slight tears came into her eyes. "All my masters have, tortured me because of my recentness, I've been returned, each time, I've been countered more for being returned.....", she said as she pushed the tears away. "So that's pretty much my life story..." Kieth took a moment before taking a deep breath, "Wow... That's pretty heavy... How did you live that long on the street on your own?" Kami was loving this theater production... It was so good, and it was exactly as she pictured the story to be. At one point she accidentally brushed her hand against Memory's. Yukon shrugged."luck I guess, I got tough, did what I could to survive, i would steal food from the farmers make, and when it came to thugs on the street, i learned how to fight them off, as best I could anyway, winter I'd find abandon buildings, make a small fire for warmth ... I have to admit even I'm shocked that i survived so long"Memory blinked ad smiled at her slight;y."enjoying the play?", he asked in a whisper. Kieth gave her a charming smile, "I must say. I'm impressed... You are not weak like the other girls..." Kami nodded slowly, "Yes. And yourself?" Yukon gave a small smile."I'm not like most girls as it is"Memory nodded.: very much so ...." Kieth reached up, and he gently pushed a strand of hair out of her face, "I like that about you." Kami blushed lightly, then she looked back at the play Yukon stared at him a moment." even though I can make you lose money?" Memoru smiled and looked back to the play as well. Kieth slowly pulled his hand away, "I have plenty of other girls who can make me money."((Shall we do a time skip for Kami and Memory?)) (sure ^^)Yukon gave a small smile."then what do you plan on doing with me?" Kieth thought for a moment before saying, "I am not sure."((To after the play?)) Yukon laughed a little and started to sip on the wine.(yes ^^) Kieth smirked, and he took another sip of wine as well. Kami walked out with Memory, smiling, "Wow, that was incredible." Memory smiled at her." I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself"Yukon slowly began to eat. Kami turned, and she looked at her teacher, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this..." ((Replied)) (sorry been supper busy ....) Memoru gave her a smile."I'm just glad you had fun!", he said smiling." hm so what should we do now?", he asked looking around."we still have a good amount of the day left" ((It's okay, I've been no better))Kieth soon finished his food, "When you are finished with yours you may return to your room." Kami's smile dropped a little, "Oh... My parents will probably want me home." (:))Yukon looked to him, and gave a small smile."alright", she said quietly, and was finished soon as well. Standing up she gave Kieth a small bow. "Thank you, master Kieth"Memory blinked but smiled."of course, then let me take you home", he said with a polite smile. Kami nodded and started to lead the way. Kaito nodded, "Don't mention it." He gave her a charming smile Memory smiled and followed her." I am really glad you had fun"Yukon looked back at him and smiled, she then headed to her room. Stretching she yawned slightly ND flopped into her bed with a happy sigh. "I don't know how to thank you enough for everything you have done... This is the kindest thing that anyone has done for me." Kami told him. Memory gave a smile."it really was no trouble at all", he said with a grin.

Studentx Teacher and Slavex Master -PRIVATE ROLE PLAY- Silver_Okami_bara&IchirusVampireGirl|rating:2.0

Cosmic Marvel_ Earth 3113 (Out of Character Thread)

("In the wake of the Annihilation Wave, the Marvel Universe is in turmoil. The Skull have been decimated and the Free struggle against the malevolent collective of the Phalanx. The Nova Corps have been all but destroyed... pirates and worse roam the galaxy preying on the weak and wounded. Earth has its own concerns and can't be bothered with matters beyond what it's citizens know. The galaxies need heroes... those who would do what they can to defend the downtrodden and helpless from their potential fates. Or perhaps you are doing what you know is best for the innocent with a heavy iron hand. Cosmic adventure awaits you"! This will be a group game using the old TSR Marvel Super Heroes Advanced System and is of an epic scale. Earthly concerns are nearly beneath characters of this magnitude. This is not, however an excuse to power game as everyone should end up on relatively equal footing. Your characters will be exceptionally powerful. You'll be the Thor's, Silver Surfers and Gladiators of the Marvel Universe, but there are many things which can be perilous even for beings such as you. A few things...1. Yes, there will be plot. Oh, will there be plotted.2. Your characters may not start in the same places. A given character might find him or herself in their own thread for a while before they interact with any fellow PCs. I'll start your character out where it makes sense for them to start out based on the plot and your character's history. I promise you will have plenty to interact with if you begin the game in your own thread.3. We will be using character sheets to give us an idea of character capabilities. Sometimes dice may be rolled, but usually they won't. This is semi-free form. I trust PCs to be able to work it out amongst themselves who would win in a conflict between them. With PCs vs NPCs, I will either have dice rolled or discuss with you via a PM how the fight is likely to go based on the comparison of stats and the tactics used in the battle in character. 4. Knowledge of the Marvel Universe is not required, but it helps a lot. If nothing else you can always play a character who has no knowledge of the galaxies outside of his or her own planet.5. Feel free to be creative in your character backgrounds. Don't be afraid to tie into existing canon Marvel characters. I will have the final say whether a concept will work in my setting, but don't be afraid to ask!6. We will be using the old TSR Marvel Super Heroes Advanced rules to create characters. I suggest going to this site (( to download the books. They're free, and I think it's a great system for super heroics. Click on "Other Stuff" then "Downloads" then "Advanced Game and Modules". I suggest Doing the Advanced Player's Book, the Advanced Judge's Book and the Ultimate Powers Book. Then click on "Other Stuff" then "Downloads" then "Netbooks and Enhancements" and grab the Ultimate Talents Book. That should be everything you need. 7. We will not be using the standard rolling method for generating characters. Instead, we will be using a point buy system. I do want people to create their own heroes rather than use existing canon Marvel characters.8. Ideally I'd like to have an equal number of female characters as males. 9. I want to see well-thought-out posts. No one-liners please. If you're not willing to be descriptive in your writing, this game may not be for you... but if you like the cosmic hero genre and are willing to put your best writing foot forward, let me know, and I'll do my best to help you realize the awesome concepts you no doubt have.10. There will be periods of "downtime" where characters may be in the same places together for social RP. Plot will still happen, but I feel it's unrealistic and unfair to railroad everyone with constant in your face plot. This thread will deal with any IOC questions that folks in the game might have, or just to talk about how the game is going. Anything IOC really. Approved Character Sheets (and Cutscenes (Effigy: Hell on Earth (Rosetta) (Lost in Space (Yay's! NOTE: USE THIS PAGE'S CREATION GUIDELINES, AS THEY HAVE SOME ADDENDUMS THAT ARE NOT ON THE INTEREST THREAD. Many thanks to a friend (Mr Happy) who helped to make this creation system, and who runs quite an awesome game himself. I've slightly modified his system to work for this game.CREATION This creation system was derived by a really cool guy by the name of Carlos aka The_Rook (from offsite) from the creation system from the Marvel While article written by Dale Donovan. In my opinion this is a much better system than the random creation system as you can tailor your character absolutely to your concept. THE CREATION POINTS Or CP's as I’ll refer to them from here on out is a point buy system with a value given at the beginning of a game for the players to work from that is appropriate to said game’s level of power. In the case of this game the points given will be 2000 as this is a cosmic level adventure. I have found this number to be more than adequate to create a VERY powerful character. The max rank you can purchase for any trait, whether it be a Power or an Attribute (FAERIE) is Shift X. Note that if you feel a very high rank like Shift X is appropriate for an attribute or a power, there should be justification for it. Abilities like Reason in particular I'm really going to watch like a hawk. The smartest people on Marvel Earth (Reed Richards and Doctor Doom) have Amazing Reason. The smartest people in the galaxies (Thanos and the Watcher) have Monstrous to Unearthly Reason. Shift X Reason would be insane. I'm not saying you can't have it... but keep in mind what a Reason that high would mean. When you're that smart, everyone else can seem less than intelligent to you.CHANGES The MSH RPG standard rules for creation do not apply when using the optional CP creation method: to whit, if a character was rolled up as a Random Mutant the typical +1CS (Column Shift) to Endurance and –1CS to Resources no longer apply. The same goes for selecting body types that normally have assumed powers or limitations with that form. Example if you were to choose an Ethereal Form as your body type as per the UPB you must purchase powers like Intangibility which would normally come for free with such a character. Essentially you pay for everything! There are no freebies, that’s just the price of total creative freedom.FASERIPNow it's time to buy your physical and mental stats. This is a point for point buy, in other words if you want 75 (Monstrous) Strength you’ve spent 75 CP's to get it. Adding up your Health and Karma will allow you a quick count of how many CP's you’ve spent thus far. But I caution you not to blow all your CP's here, there’s still a lot of character creation yet to be done. Note there will be a cap of 150 for any stats or Power Ranks (Power Ranks will be discussed further down).RESOURCES Resources are a very versatile asset in this game, so keeping that in mind I'm going to make you pay for the privilege. Resources will cost double CP's. For example 50 (Amazing) resources will cost 100 CP's. Note: If you want to own your own starship you'll have to have at least Amazing Resources. Ships Costa a lot of galactic credits to own and maintain.POWERS Now to the good stuff eh? Ok all powers in the Advanced Players Book, Ultimate Powers Book and its Addenda are fair game. Also, if there are any powers from any of the supplemental material, Marvel Piles or even the original Players Book that interest you point them out to me, and I’ll make a ruling on whether you can use them or not. The same goes for any “original/custom” power you might have in mind. Run it by me for pre-approval. Now each power costs 10 CP's just to buy the power itself (we’ll get into Ranks in a bit). If a power is starred * that power will cost you double or 20 CP's and 2X the rank (this is because starred powers as rather powerful and even in the standard creation rules accrued an additional cost to purchase). Powers that have no Rank attributed to them (like Circular Vision) will cost a flat 30 CP's to purchase. One more point, this in conjunction with your FAERIE stats are the heart of your character, try not to be random in your selection just for the sake of being a super powered Swiss army knife (unless that is your concept), go for a theme here, make your character make sense. As an Per and for me your GM it will make the game run far more smoothly as we’ll both have an idea of what you are going for in the long run with your character. I find it helps to create your origin first and go from airpower RANKS Now that you’ve got powers, just how strong are they? You decide but remember the is a point cap of 150 per power. The rank like your FAERIE is a point for point buy so if you want Fire Breath at 100 (UN) you’ve already paid 10 CP's for the base power purchase, and now you pay 100 more CP's for the 100 (UN) rank. TRAVEL POWERS Given the epic nature of this game Travel Powers may be purchased at Shift Ranks for 20 CP's + 1/10 the Rank number. For example 500 (Shift Z) Hyper Running would cost a grand total of 70 CP's. Class Rank Travel Powers will cost 20 CP's + 1/10 the Rank number. So Class 3000 Flight would cost a total of 320 CP's. This is a VERY generous ruling, don’t abuse it! Don’t take every Travel Power in the book, pick ONE. Additional Travel Powers will be paid for in the usual manner. So don’t think you can buy a Shift Rank and a Class Rank Travel Power without paying through the nose for one of them!UNIQUE WEAPONS camp; EQUIPMENT The cost structure for creating unique items goes as follows:10 CP's base cost plus 1.5 CP's per rank number of the item’s highest rank. Say you want to create a blaster rifle that has the following attributes:Range: 20 (EX) Damage: 100 (UN) Material Strength: 50 (AM)You would pay a total of 160 CP's (10 base cost plus 100 x 1.5 for the UN Damage)Items with multiple powers will have to pay an additional cost per power: i.e.; a gun that that fires radiation beams and lightning bolts would pay an additional 1.5 CP's x the Rank of the extra power. COSMIC WEAPONS camp; EQUIPMENT Due to the nature of this game I'm going to deviate from the normal CP method of creation here as this is a cosmic level game. Ok so you want Thor’s Hammer, do you? Or Cap’s shield or maybe Wolverine’s claws/skeleton or any other impossibly strong or enchanted item that has a Class or Shift Rank to it here’s how you pay for that. Base cost is 20 CP's plus 2x the cost of any powers the item possesses. In addition, you will pay 1/10 the cost of the Material Strength of the item be it a Shift Rank or a Class Rank. For example an unbreakable sword (Class 1000 Mat. STR.) that does 100 (UN) Edged Damage and shoots lightening at 50 (AM) rank would cost 20 CP's base plus 100 CP's for the Class Rank 200 CP's for the Edged Damage and 100 CP's for the lightening. That’s 420 CP's!!! But hey, that’s the price of power. Thor’s hammer don’t come cheap kiddies.LIMITATIONS Ok things are looking grim, you’re running out of CP's, but you want some more powers of higher power Ranks, what are you to do. Well you cripple yourself of course! Note this is COMPLETELY optional. However, if you choose this option you can recoup some CP's. Now the amount is dependent on the severity of the Limitation/Weakness/Quirk chosen. For example a power that only works during the daytime is an 20 (EX) Limitation and will recoup you 20 CP's for your trouble (the EX rank for that limitation comes straight from the Advanced Players Handbook). Weaknesses and such not covered in the core books will be assigned a Rank by yours truly. Feel free to PM me about any questions regarding this. Note, you can give yourself as many Limitations as you want for character flavor, but you will only be getting points back for the highest ranking Limitation you’ve saddled yourself with. So be creative and make it a good one.TALENTS Talents can be very useful attributes and are CHEAP! Combat Talents (Fighting and Weapon Talents) will cost 10 CP's each, all other Talents will only cost 5 CP's.CONTACTS Who do you know? Contacts can be used to both flesh out your history and can even serve as a useful tool in certain circumstances. Contacts will cost 5 CP's per contact with a maximum of 5.ORIGINS Ok now it's time to tell me just who and or what you are. Cosmic beings run the gamut from incredibly powerful mortals to aliens and even gods! Be creative! You can be as brief or elaborate as you like just as long as you accept that the less you put in here the more free rein I have in interpreting things in game for your character to have experienced. That doesn’t mean I'm going to bend them to my will by any means, but it gives me some sway. If you don’t flesh out your character in time I will. So if you don’t like that idea be comprehensive, plus I’ll award Karma for well written or compelling histories. SUBMITTING YOUR CHARACTER Ok so now that you’ve finished all you have to do is PM me your character for my final approval. ------------------------------------------------ADDENDUM:-Powers that have no rank such as Immortality and Circular Vision cost a flat 60 CP's. -In vulnerabilities also cost 60 CP's. IE, Invulnerability to Fire/Heat or Cold would cost a mere 60 points. -If you want a power to do something special that would not be considered a power stunt, talk to me about it. I usually just tack on an additional 100 CP's for such unique versions of powers. ((Reposted here for convenience))CHARACTER SHEET Name:Nom De Guerre:Sex:Height:Weight:Hair:Eyes:Place of Birth: Current Nationality:Known Relatives:Current Occupation:Current Place of Residence:Affiliations:Hobbies:Quote:Origin of Powers: Strength Level: FIGHTING: AGILITY: STRENGTH: ENDURANCE: REASON: INTUITION: PSYCHE: HEALTH: KARMA: RESOURCES: POPULARITY: COMBAT STATS:POWERS: LIMITATIONS:UNUSUAL FEATURES:EQUIPMENT:TALENTS:HISTORY: Yikes, 2000 points are even more than I realized. It's going to be tough finding a coherent theme to work with... It is quite a bit, but remember that you guys are going to be on the Thor, Beta Ray Bill, Gladiator and (Almost) Silver Surfer levels. Characters who are the champions of entire planets or races, for example. I am okay with it, I think I am putting together an ambassadorial type that will shepherd his people into a new future. Almost like the guardian 'Streak' created by our own Lunar Sage. The points are allowing for some seriously solid stats but some good background as well in the form of talents. Game on! When I actually get to feeling better I plan a superior version of Tony Stark/Iron Man. Until then, I do have a plan ready, but it is just a matter of getting it together. I know how you feel, V. I have chosen myself an alien enough concept that my lack of character posting is merely a reflection of applying hard and fast rules to an intangible idea, one of which hasn't even fully solidified in my own brain, let alone what they can and can't do. Thus far, I have about a 1500 pt character, but had not weighed him in as a protector of his people, so I need to rework some of the aspects and I may even hand over a sheet short of a full 2k just so Lunar can tweak my concept with his exceptional embodiment of this rule system. Looks like things are moving along at a nice pace. I'll post completed character sheets as they come to me.Oh, and I added a new thread... Preludes and Cutscenes (to give a glimpse of plot to come. :-)I hope everyone's looking forward to playing as much as I'm looking forward to running this, he-he.EDIT: I added the first IC thread here (Note that the first post I give to introduce a character will be the closest that I will -ever- come to "god modding", but if you'd prefer that I don't even do that much talk to me, and we'll work something out for your intro that you'll be happy with. We are still doing this right? We are indeed. I don't recall if I didn't get back to you in a PM or not... if I dropped the ball I apologize. Did you want me to write up a more advanced sheet idea for you with the 2000 points based on your concept that you can look over? This offer goes out to anyone in the game, by the way. You already did for the most part I was just wanting final confirmation to see if everything was alright. Oh, yeah. Everything is fine as far as I know. Folks are just working on their characters at the moment so it seems deader than it really is. :-) Lol it's all good. Anyway, I did ask about possible vision modes I might be able to attach to the armor, but otherwise I loved it. I understand if there isn't enough points and all, but was just curious all the same. The reason I made the "Sensors" power a double power is that I envisioned it having multiple types of vision and detection modes. Feel free to have it encompass everything from Low Light Vision to Thermographic and Infrared as well as various energy detection powers with a Heads-Up Display all rolled into one. I'm not terribly worried about it. After all, Iron Man has an advanced sensor suite so you should be able to as well. Ah, I was wondering on that, but I didn't want to assume anything lol. Thanks Lunar, and now you set my mind at ease a bit with that. The only other thing I can think of offhand is possible Affiliations, but given the fact from the first IC post I saw the world seems to have gone to hell in a hand basket due to the Sentinels and all they entail. My lack in knowledge of in depth Marvel junk is showing I know lol. Actually that first IC post was of an Earth from an alternate future a la "Days of Future past". Effigy actually traveled through time and dimensions to the normal Marvel universe... well as close to the normal Marvel Universe as one can expect. :-) Lol alrighty, I thought so but again didn't want to assume anything. Wouldn't surprise me though if those damn machines came after us in our own universe though, but that's a thought for later. Suffice to say, I have some research to do for possible Affiliations for my good man Alexander Ripley Various lol. Just remember that contacts, whether they be individuals or groups cost 5 CP's each with a maximum of 5 contacts. Alrighty. I doubt they'll be many to warrant worry and all, but if I go over I can edit as needed no problem. It's all but done otherwise though so if you wanted to post it up as it stands it wouldn't bother me any. Just PM me what you have and I'll streamline it and post it up. Did you go over the points? I haven't actually tallied up everything, but I only added like one affiliation, so I doubt I have to worry. About the only other thing I could think of is being bound to the military and all thanks to his weapons and all that, but beyond that I just added one tie to the X-Men as I said in the PM I sent your way. I looked up several groups in this Marvel universe and my head feels like it's ready to pop thanks to all the information most of them have under their name lol. So I just decided to keep it simple. I almost have my race written up, The Hydrants. I need a galaxy that I can make my own warped version of reality, anyone have any good source material be it real or fictional? It is preferably at the edge of our universe, and it needs to be a spherical galaxy that has a massive supernova'ed star cluster that pushed the rest of the stars out into a ring orbit. The nova then collapsed inwards on itself to form the largest existing singularity in the known universe. The rest of the outer galaxy now orbits the singularity at an incredible rate of speed. Material is still pulled in the singularity while large cluster star groups hold each other out with their own conflicting gravity wells Ala igloo engineering. I saw your true flight on streak was huge, Lunar, how many points can I take here? Just a heads ups, my posting/character creating going to be a bit slowed these next two weeks as I have work three days a week (8:30am to 5pm), class five days a week (6pm–10pm), and homework anytime I have a spare moment :P Definitely still in this though, and I apologize for any inconvenience. I am going to go intermediary for Cassie on the character build, as per her permission, Lunar. We have her character up by the same time mine is done, her posting may be slow, but we have that part done! I am talking about it now with her on Skype. Aye, he has my permission to fuss with the build of my character, as he knows what I want to see from her/in her. Plus ... his brain functions a lot better than mine at 5:30 in the AM @_@ Its MCD's fault! Overnights are a batch! Lunar:Life Water:Life water is how this home world survives. It can be abused. Only a NPC of exceptional Karma (+360) can channel it. A character with an endurance of 100ish and below 361 karma will be able to pass life waters as a poison successful fortitude type check vs death. Cassie wants the life water to be her daily, thus the water is the goddess, i.e. Celtic myth, the earth goddess. The water is a part of the goddess, regardless of distance from the home world. Cassie's corvette level class vessel will have non her world-class biological rooms that are sealed off from the rest of the ship. She and her crews quarters will be an all immersive fish tank of life water, which of course is a part of the goddess. All of Cassie's crew will be a high point total to be determined by the gm for a substantial weakness to off set. This immersion in the goddess will provide in game clerical powers over non-living water. Cassie's race will be clerical on the chart, given powers. See yeah ... you blow my mind. You come home from work all mentally hyper and busting with ideas. I come home from work, and it's like ... *_* ... brain ... mush. But yes, what he said exactly, I just don't have the +5 to mental fortitude to put it down in words atm, thankfully we share a brain ;D Secondly:Cassie's corvette level craft is escorted by a destroyer class carrier with 72 fighters and two support level frigates for fire support, and 12 patrol class gun boats for CAP over watch. I need to know what that is about in points, so I can design them.PS EDIT STAT:I will NPC the commander of her little escort fleet. I don't have the patience to do his eyes, please use creative thought process and see his eyes as pure platinum orbs and of course the hair and skin features.(SHEET of Alternate:Aery'nom de guerre:He has no pseudo identity amongst his own, outside of his galaxy, he is known as Ether. Age:423Sex:Male Height:6' 6"Weight:118 lb Hair:Platinum with crimson gold streaks Eyes:Platinum Orbs Place of Birth:Within the And'Russian Galaxy. Current Nationality:HydranKnown Relatives:Aery'n's family perished shortly after year zero. Current Occupation:Military Current Place of Residence:And'Russian Galaxy Affiliations:His people? Hobbies:Stellar Cartography, Astronomy, Exploration Quote:"Don't count us out yet." Origin of Powers:Mutant Strength Level:Aery'n is about as strong as his people get at a 25.FIGHTING:30AGILITY:150STRENGTH:20ENDURANCE:150REASON:100INTUITION:150PSYCHE:150HEALTH:350KARMA:400RESOURCES:25POPULARITY: Need help with this one. COMBAT STATS:I need help with this area as willpower:Life Support: 100Cosmic Awareness limited to Hydra Lifeforms: 100Radiational Lifeforms: 100Radar Sense, limited to radiological out/input: 100Absorption Power, limited to radiation, symbiosis emission : 115Radiation Emission, linked symbiosis to absorption: 150Iron Will: 150True Flight: 1000LIMITATIONS:Listed above w/ powers. Weakness listed above via vendetta. UNUSUAL FEATURES:Other than the fact that Aery'n is an alien, he looks normal per his race as they have existed. But to add to this, the Hydrants are very slight and tall. They have joints that move in many different directions compared to humans. There will be a higher combination of platinum as a naturally occurring element within there physiques gaseous and corporeal that represents their karmic score and tune them into the cosmic awareness of their race. Overall, the physiques will be colored graphite and platinum with hair ranging to crimson gold streaked carbon black to the same of platinum. The hero will have platinum hair streaked with crimson gold. His skin will be evenly flecked graphite carbon and platinum. His eyes burn ultraviolet and the whites of his eyes are platinum.EQUIPMENT:None.TALENTS:Zero G Combat: 10, Marksman (Radiation Emission): 10, Martial Arts A: 10, Physics: 5, Negotiation: 5, Intelligence: 5, Stealth: 5, Blending:5, Quick Striking: 10, Astronavigation: 5, Astro Physics: 5, Atomic Physics: 5, Cartography & Stellar: 10, Chemical Engineering: 5, Energy Physics: 5, Particle Physics: 5, Phenology: 5, Spectroscopy: 5, Radiation Astronomy: 5, Radio~Biology: 5, Radiological Physics: 5, Singularities: 5HISTORY:The HydransHistory, Physique, Evolution:The And'less were a technologically avoiding race of 6 billion strong spread across the entirety of their galaxy. The settling of new worlds involved the advanced evolution of gaseous And'less, later named Hydrants since their single strongest molecular link in gaseous form was with a one for one combination of hydrogen to other rare elements. They were able to travel to every length their galaxy provided and created colonies in every world they formed. 60 planets strong, the And'less thrived to the extent of their existence.101 years before year zero, an entity came to their galaxy seeking worship. It was theorized that due to a lack of any apparent technology, that the entity deemed the And'less easy prey. They would not bow, however. The entity made many displays of awesome power and shed their blood freely, trying to subvert them to its demands. It was further deduced that this entity, in a final act of vile cruelty, destroyed their galaxy, though by what means, was uncertain. The Hydrants have an overbearing and all consuming hatred for the entity. They have consumed nearly all their energy in trying to find information on this beings' identity so that they can finally have retribution. This weakness, as it were, results in 75cp given back to any character interested in playing a Hydra. Then the disturbing report came from the astrophysical lab. The core of their galaxy was going to go supernova in a 100 years time max, probably a lot sooner. There was no way to survive the event unless they were able to evolve into a gaseous form. A once highly selective board began to turn to any who showed any chance of transformation to preserve as much of their numbers as possible. The government turned its cash flow back to the people and sponsored over 70 percent of the galactic wide schools to help to transition to survive. It became a galactic wide campaign before year zero began. It was the eruption of the corp galactic star spawners that irradiated all life and corporeal formats within the And'less' galaxy. Within 100 years, it collapsed into singularity status, further crushing any attempts at corporeal habitation pulling out all liveable planets with mass radiation exposure. The Hydrants survived. They could attain Gas Power level format, 75 points and above.6 million survived of 6 billion. They held on, though everything in them told them to give up. Furthermore, they survived. Physics giants with an intuitive lean towards Radiation research, they quickly learned to adapt to their new formats indefinitely, though the start of this game finds them at one million strong now. They have learned, however, to save the life force of an entity within a lesser gaseous state within the orbit of the largest universal blue phase pulsar, life after death. There is a dedicated scholar who chronicled all historical events before year zero within a convent of fellow priests. The order still trains recruits as they come and add them to the number. The race has an innate form of Cosmic Awareness that is limited to the collective consciousness of their race. As such, the possibility for overload at a 360 karma is minimal, especially since it is not so random as asking the cosmos a question. They are able to manipulate (offense) and control (absorption for food and energy to power emissions) radiation, in any of their existing formats. They have a long life span long enough for them to have survived 400 years in a gaseous format. Cassiopeia: No problem! Aether: Your race looks good... though fair warning, if you want True Flight at the fastest possible speed, that will be Class 5000 with instant acceleration and that will cost you 610 CP. As far as Cassie's character's star fleet, I have to ask if she's royalty or something. For having such a fleet at her disposal she's going to need Resources of at least Unearthly if not Shift X. I have no problems with you Racing Ger Commander. As far as points for the fleet, she just needs the resources. Fair warning though... anything can happen in game. She'll have the resources to replace the fleet should something happen to it and I won't just casually have something bad happen to it, but there is always the chance that somethingcouldhappen... Got your sheet posted, Virgil... You do, where? Or do you mean to say you want me to post it up? Just asking since I'm only now just getting home from an eye doctor appointment and all lol. Right here (hope that your appointment went well, Virgil. Ah cool, and love Streak by the way. My appointment went well, but they had to dilate my eyes, so my eyesight is still a bit wacky at the moment. Otherwise, though I don't need a new prescription thankfully, but my glasses I have been totally about as worthless as an old pair of torn up gym socks, so I'll be getting new glasses soon hopefully lol. Thank you! :-) I hope to get Streak published one day. I've commissioned an artist friend to do the 22-page comic plus cover already. If folks have any interest I'll share the pages he's been working on thus far... I'm glad there's nothing seriously wrong, and I hope you're able to get your new glasses soon. I don't even know where my glasses are anymore. Furthermore, I should be wearing them for night driving, but I'm kinda stubborn and lazy in that regard, he-he. Very cool Lunar, I hope it works for ya my friend. I didn't take a look at the girl since by then my eyes wanted to bug out of my head lol, but from the little I've seen she looks promising as well. And as far as my glasses go, I have a game on preorder at the local mall, and they have a Bard Optical up there so we just plan to get them both together when the game comes in lol. So it works out for me quite nicely. Dead Space 2 before anyone asks. I'll try and get your prelude written soon, Virgil. When I do, I'll link it via the first post in this thread. Hey, no worries Lunar. Take your time my friend, but I am looking forward to this though I will say that lol. Are we all getting separate threads until we meet up, or what's the deal? Just curious. *Points to number 2 in the main post of this thread*"2. Your characters may not start in the same places. A given character might find him or herself in their own thread for a while before they interact with any fellow PCs. I'll start your character out where it makes sense for them to start out based on the plot and your character's history. I promise you will have plenty to interact with if you begin the game in your own thread". Hmmmm I think I should add something else to that list.10. There will be periods of "downtime" where characters may be in the same places together for social RP. Plot will still happen, but I feel it's unrealistic and unfair to railroad everyone with constant in your face plot. Okay, so true flight we are not limited in points spent upon. I was just checking. Also, you are right, I knew as much last night, I was being greedy wanting Cassie to have a fleet of ships.... I shall design her one crazy beast o ship that has some crew and some alien quarters aboard as per her specs. Well True Flight (for instant acceleration) costs an additional 100 CP's, if that's what you were asking. Sounds good about the ship! I wasn't about to limit her on that, but I'll admit I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of a PC with access to a war fleet. Ah, my bad lol. Must have missed that part, but I thank ya for answering the question my friend. I also see where you're coming from on the whole post thing, and so I ain't complaining, and developing plot is always a good thing in my book but in most RP's there is not a lot of chance to just sit back and relax in the penthouse or spaceship or whatever it is you have on hand lol. Okay, pretty sure my character lay out is all good, you mentioned being able to work the character sheet for us if we felt daunted, and I am quite frankly, daunted. I will be working nights for the rest of the month managing a wayward night crew at MCD's. So please, bare with me! Lunar, I would like to put this proviso out concerning the being that destroyed the Hydra's galaxy. They were looking for worship and tried to wow a simply looking people that had populated much of their galaxy. The symbiotic tie in of the Hydra's made several billion strong a good goal to achieve some infused prayer power. This baddie will be able to feed on that, but in denial, the Hydra's polite fully decline a new god/less, so he destroys their galaxy with a supernova at the heart of their galactic sphere, which he later revisits and pushes the burning cauldron in the heart of the galaxy into a singularity. She would need to be able to pull that off power wise and have that sort of mindset. I know little enough about marvel to pick the right baddie. Quote from: Ether on 18-01-2011, 21:54:31Also, you are right, I knew as much last night, I was being greedy wanting Cassie to have a fleet of ships.... I shall design her one crazy beast o ship that has some crew and some alien quarters aboard as per her specs. What cracks me up is that I didn't even want the fleet *giggles* I'd much rather have a badass ship! I think this game is just going to be amazing! :) Virgil, I posted your prelude here (Oh cool, thanks Lunar. I'll get a post going soon, hopefully. Good morning! I hope everyone is well today. Well, but busy studying *mutters and throws a baby carrot* How are you, our most illustrious GM? He, carrots... I'm doing fairly well. Glad to have some IC going on. It's shaping out to be a fun game. :-)I hope everyone else is doing good. Are there only three of us? I started posting again last night, so I should have a character up soon. There are actually 5 or 6 players... not everyone has been active on the IOC thread. It's all good though. Folks will get into the swing of things soon. :-)Thus far we have:AetherCassiopeiaJosiettayasarraVergil1989With another female possibly in the works. Hrm... It's shown me that we need more guys. Like one more. Oh, dear. Have I been dropped from the game for my slowness?(In retrospect, I'd understand if I was. It's been way too long.) D'oh! No, you haven't been dropped. I just spaced, sorry Defeat... it has been awhile since I heard from you. If you still want a spot it's yours. :-)EDIT: Good morning, everyone! How's your Sunday going so far? *waves to all her fellow comic geeks* hiya darlings! I apologize, I finish 4 overnights in a row tonight, am off tomorrow all day. My character is complete nuts and bolts, but I need to put some flesh to him. Sorry for the delay. I am so freaking tired... D: No worries Ether! I hope real life stops kicking your ass soon. That can be rough.EDIT: Virgil, I will get you another post out there soon I promise. I don't want you getting too far ahead of the others though, so I'm slowing the pace slightly... once everyone is in and posting I will be more on top of things. *Waves to José*Hey, hey! Just a heads-up, I'm still strong on the idea of running this game. I'm just waiting for word back from some folks about characters, and we'll be good to go! :-) Yeah, I beat my muse into submission on my primary game where I am chief engineer and posted moments ago. This writing up of a background, etc. is so taxing. Bear with me, I expect to have something up today. Then we can get Aery'n's story going. Just letting you all know I'm still around ::) Sorry I haven't gotten anything up yet but between work and school my muse has just been comatose. After next week thinks should slow down *crosses fingers* and I'll hopefully be working on my character asap. I am still very much excited about this story though ;D No worries, everyone! Virgil I should have another post out to you today, hopefully. Sorry for the delay. Good thing I don't know how to hold my breath, or I would have passed out hours ago lol. Got your post up. :-) Ether, your character sheet is posted in the character sheet thread. I have neither forgotten about you guys nor forsaken anyone, I swear! Virgil I will be getting another post to you in the next day or so and once the others are started it'll become more frequent. *is a bad girl and should probably be spanked* I was Uber sick for 2 weeks and am now catching up on things. Slowly. And with classes that just makes it worse. But! I am planning a post this week! I am slaved to overnights again this week, last minute add because our overnight manager has to take care of his wife post delivery. I still have about half of my characters bio written and will be working on it steadily. Then I will help get Cassie's up and running. You're so good to me! *snogs Ether* I shall be attempting to work on it with him in my spare time, it's just going to be a difficult few weeks for me with having to move :P Character BioAery'n was born to Any'Xander the Third and Fly'Xia in BY 23 [Before year Zero]. Both parents were gifted Hydra evolutions of the Any'Asian Breeding Effort to produce their current state. They were both ranking board chairs answerable only to their commander and chief, who was also the supreme leader of their race. Both matched him in every way, and yet he had the best of both worlds, and the worst. Da was headstrong and charismatic. He was gifted with an innate control of all forms of radiation, he could melt nearly everything in his path with a focused blast from his eyes. He had also mastered the ability to see with his radar awareness to search short areas around himself. This gave him a very heads up control of any tactical situation that called for our right brutality. He also ran a high risk, high yield comradely crew of excavation artists that had his same powers, all Hydra. He loved his son in the only way one like himself could, from a distance. Furthermore, he was never anything but kind, stern only in the gravest offense, never violent. Furthermore, he had a soft side towards his son and was very protective, but not towards anyone else outside his three-person family. Outside of that he was a cold and cunning negotiator that got max profit for his excavated ores from deep space. A sharp and witty businessman that had a soft spot for his wife and son. Ma was passionate and an encourager. She had that healing touch to her powers along with the ability to detect any radiation source to a great distance. She was also the most gifted of their kind in her cosmic awareness and her radiation absorption. Because of the families' reliance on radiation, it made his ma the perfect mix of healing and balance. Aery'n, even as a late teen, was often cuddled up with her with a bowl of popped URY'AAL [Pop corn to you non-manual'Asians] watching a vid. She was the perfect counterbalance to the fathers distance~less and long out of system jobs, the embodiment of the idealistic nurturer. Both parents maintained their genetic control over their development and progressed in their skill levels at an even and zen like state, always devoting all their time to each of their strengths. Doing so required an iron will, something that only a handful of other Hydrants possessed in such rich abundance. This made them the optimum pairing for a super mutant. And out came little Aery [only known to his long dead parents] with all the strengths of both parents and with an increased developmental curve that was unheard of. Aery'n was raised in what was the model family setting in the entire of the multi~verse, all social abnormalities admitted and judged on a universal scale. He was spoiled, loved, and given a platinum ticket on life. He went to the elite school. Furthermore, he never lingered on a whim, because soon enough, it was in his hands. Furthermore, he was of the utmost humility though, and never lived beyond his needs. He was also brought up through the Elite Rangers training regiment overseen by the Breeding Effort. They honed his powers to a fine control and immense power afforded him by his parents passed on genetic code. He was the pinnacle of modern evolution and the strongest that had ever been of their race. They called him the Twist Heinrich, the one that had always been. Aery'n felt it was all a bit superstitious and that their amassed scientific knowledge amply provided for his existence. His people came near to deifying him. He refused this. The Breeding Effort agreed with him and sent him to the furthest stretches of the know galaxy solo, when only one could be afforded to go. This kept him out of the public eye, more of a whisper, a mere rumor that existed in bedtime tales. Then came year zero. Aery'n, along with most of the Hydrants, formed some sort of containment of the impending super nova to aid his people. This 'alien' shield would give their race more precious time, which they had so little. The strongest of the strong were the closest to the EPI~center, The, Ma, himself... Along with most of the founders of the Hydrants. His family formed the first line of defense. Of his The and Ma, only he had survived. The rest of this epic tale will unfold for you in this, the life of Aery'n I like it! *thumbs up*I'll get that added to your sheet today and once Cassie's sheet is done we'll get you guys started. I've decided to tie you two and Virgil's character together in the same place to start. Virgil, thank you for your patience. Josi, I should have a post for you soon as well. Feel free to take what has been given you for Cassie's character and generate a sheet, if you can. She will have no problem bringing to life the character, the nuts and bolts is a bit harder to digest. Of course, Cassie, if you want to throw out here what talents your character has, etc., that may help. I think I may remain mildly mysterious for now :P As always your confidence in me is flattering ^_^ But yes, a generated character sheet will help me immensely, and then I can go into creative mode for bio and planet and all that, that's much more my forte. Thank you all so much for your patience, I hope my character proves to be worth the wait ::) It's cool Lunar, but I was curious what was going on since we don't seem to be moving much lol. Update: Still getting the last sheet worked out with a player, and then we can get this party started again. :-)You guys think 4 players are enough for now? I haven't heard from anyone else in a while. I'm absolutely fine in a small group if that's how we start. Furthermore, I do hope we haven't lost anyone though. Furthermore, I have a final tonight, so I'm doing massive amounts of studying currently. My hope is that since tomorrow all I have is a Dr's appointment I can really finish the spit and polish process, I already have all the ideas and concepts in my brain it's just a matter of fleshing it out to make sure it works. Thank you to everyone for your patience, I can't tell you how much I appreciate it right now! Ah, no worries Cass. RL comes first in all things compared to simple things like this lol. Good luck on the final and hope everything checks out on the doctor's appointment. *happy dances over her sheet being posted* Her history will be coming soon as well, but I'm so glad the essentials are up finally! ’D And thanks, Virgil. Sadly after having crammed all day my final was postponed to tomorrow -.- so now I have to cram yet again! *mutters* So, two finals, two days in a row, both after work >.> After this moving halfway across the country is going to seem like a major vacation! Cassie and Ether... can you guys send me a brief history of how your characters came to be traveling together if you would? I would like to get you two and Virgil in the same scene sooner rather than later. Thanks. Will do ASAP, at work now and then off to school so it may not be until tonight =/ Ether is sleeping (due to his being on nightshirt) and I'm hoping to get to talk to him before he goes to work so we can discuss how we want to handle it. If that doesn't happen it may unfortunately have to wait till tomorrow. My thought is that the races have known each other a while, maybe pretty close to year zero. In fact, year zero, then 100 years later when the galaxy then imploded drew the attention of Cassie's race. They jump out there and meet the Hydrants. In fact, in an exchange of knowledge, the two races agreed to help the other out. Hydrants finding their destroyer, Cassie's race safeguarding their water.That's all I got so far. Well I meant more why your individual characters are traveling together. If you'd like I can take some liberties and come up with that for you, but if you agree to that you'd be agreeing to something that I come up with rather than what you came up with. Up to you. These opposite shifts are a real killer for collaboration > Gotcha. I'll write up a post for you and hopefully all three of you will be in a position where you can interact by tomorrow. I should also have a post up for José by the same time. About time lol. Glad to have you two with us finally. Anyway, thanks Lunar and I hope I'll be on tomorrow, but with everyone being sick around here that might not happen. We'll see though. There's an off chance I'll be available today, but I wouldn't count on my post. I have packing/moving to do, errands to run, have to go over to my aunt's to visit with an "old friend" that I don't remember -.-, and then I have work tonight. If a post happens I'd be thrilled, but really don't expect it :(Virgil, Ether and Cassie... I have combined your characters into one thread. You guys should be able to interact now. Whatever posting order if any you want, go for it. I'll jump in as needed for GM posts. I am off tomorrow, I will expect great things from my self then ^.^ Same, I will have much packing to do tomorrow, but I should have time for a post. Great job getting my muse all hyper and inspired, Lunar ^_^ One thing, in the thread title you might want to change CY'la to Aqua vitae or Aqua as that is the name she'll be known for. But if not that's fine. I'm very excited to get started! ’D If you all would please click the link below and join me ;D ... (*wonders what she's doing.* Am I all alone? Word on the street is that we will find our way soon. Hang in there ^.^ I too, am I hoping for some interaction from Cassie or Virgil. It will get moving. LunarSage and Rosetta: We may at least need another pc for Rosetta, what you two think? I'm cool doing a side thing until we can all meet up. I was just poking Lunar because he forgot about me. Hehe oh, lol Why are you speaking in bold? I'll be posting as soon as I can. Things have been off for me of late, so its probably good I'm off on my own for now. I'm back! ...Is. Still waiting on my internet to be working at my apartment so right now I'm over at Ether's every chance I get using his :P Doesn't look like there's much catching up I need to do, but I am around now ^_^ Ether's at work, so I'm sure he'll post as soon as he has a chance. Tomorrow and the next are days off for me. I will have something up then ^.^ Please read the Absenteeism section that I added to my SIG line. I apologize for being so tardy with this thread. Furthermore, I love my character to pieces and want to continue on if I can promise all that I will keep on posting! I am up anyway, I do believe... Let me work on that... Hey it's ok my friend. Glad to have you back at all pal. I got done with a big long move myself, our poor gm should be five hours closer to his destination, but he is driving MUCH further... So... I am juggling ideas around in my head and will post something relevant soon ^.^ Oh yeah! Glad to be back! Thanks, Virgil! Okay, Lunar, are we still a go for this game? Do I need to do something different and not ask you for information and just continue on? My apologies. Bear with me. We just arrived in Virginia, and we're still getting settled in. The game is definitely still a go though. Thanks for your patience. OHSHITDUDE! Sorry! Forgot you were in the process of that move, PLEASE! Take ALL the time you need!*took Ether almost a month to start posting after the TX~PA~TX move* *takes the Dr. Pepper away from Ether* He's hyper today ;D Well we'll finally be able to apply for a two-bedroom apartment here soon so we should both be in a position where we can post more regularly within the next couple of weeks. Look for a new post from me within that time. I won't be around for a while....possibly a month to two months depending on how fast we get everything squared away in my end. My A/A page has more details, but I hate leaving in the middle of all this. I hope everything goes well, and I'll return whenever I can, hopefully sooner rather than later. No worries Virgil. Please let me know how you'd like to handle your absence IC. I'll take your character out of the scene, but I'd like to have your input about how to do it. "Sigh." Check my A/A page again Lunar buddy. I said this everywhere else already after finding out I might not be disappearing so quickly as I thought lol. Sorry for the scare my friend. Ahhh alright good to hear. No worries. This game will be on hiatus until José and I can move into our own place. This may take a month or two. Once we do move I'll be able to devote the time and effort to it that it and all of you deserve. Thank you for your patience and (hopefully) understanding. It's completely understandable. And so you're aware, I have every intention of sticking around, and I'm sure so does Ether. We've put too much into these characters to not see them develop and write out their story. Good luck with getting your own place! We'll be here when you get back ^_^ Oh absolutely, we know where Very is so we can make sure and keep at least the three of us together. Maybe even reopen for a couple more players? Can I say BEAUTIFUL? Love Storm, and I'd be honored to have you and her with us. Awesome ^.^ I can't wait till this game takes back off! Welcome to the game Ebony Queen! Storm has always been one of my favorite characters, so this should be a real treat! ^_^ Hayes Lunar! Great to have you writing with us again! Will we be kicking this of soon? We won't be starting again for at least a week. I need both time for José to recover from surgery a bit and for me to have a character sheet worked up for Ebony Queen. But yeah, we should be relaunching shortly after May begins. :-) Sweet! Yeah, I can't tell you how invested I am into Hydrants. I really love what I came up with and can't wait to really play him! Aw, I hope José has a speedy recovery! ^_^ Definitely looking forward to continuing once you're both able. Thank you for the well-wishes! Just a heads-up... game should be resuming beginning the 2nd of May, hopefully. I'd say the 1st, but we're always very busy with bills and errands on the 1st. Good to hear, still looking forward to getting involved. Though my posting may be a little on the slow side (RL just gave me quite a slam) I'm very much excited to continue ;D Not to worry, Ether. I'm not leaving E. José talked me into staying, so I'll still be running this game as planned. Good to hear Lunar. Don't scare us like that again man lol. Yeah, I was like, dude, I want to play my Hydra!!! Indeed, this is the only group game I've gotten involved with. I'd hate for it to stop before it begins for me. Though truth be told I -am- still a bit nervous about how well I will pull off the portrayal I picked. I liked Holly's portrayal, and I am sure there are other great examples out there! Quote from: Ether on 29-04-2011, 08:07:53I liked Holly's portrayal, and I am sure there are other great examples out there! Well one of my big fears is that I will not pull off the character as well as others that the group has already played with. The thought that no matter what I do I am nowhere near talented enough to measure up had me just about ready to drop out. *nods*I understand what you are saying, and I am sure you will do fine! Quote from: Ether on 30-04-2011, 00:22:47*nods*I understand what you are saying, and I am sure you will do fine! Unfortunately. I disagree, I am simply not talented or experienced enough to compete with some who have played the character for long stretches of time in very successful games. I honestly do not feel I am good enough to try to play the character in a close-knit community that already has people who are far better off people than I am. Oh, see, this is where you are just fine, I know for a fact that we won't be a judging you unless you just blow cannon, which of course simply points to a lack of knowledge about the character. Just have fun with it! Everyone has their own take on characters and how they perceive them, just as everyone will write one story different from the next person. It's all about your own creativity and perceptions. Either way, I'm sure it will be a wonderful read and your take on Storm will be as creative and accepting wonderful as any others. Just have faith in yourself and you're writing and you will be fine. :)I know accepting compliments on writing or even believing your writing is worthy, is something many writers have a hard time with, but you should leave that to the readers to decide and not worry overly about it. :) You'll do fine. Hooray internet access, welcome back, you all! *smiles* thank you, Ether! Game Status: Due to the fact that we've been without internet for the past few days, I've fallen behind in my other writing. I need to get caught up with that stuff before I restart this game... also, I have a friend who's applied for E and if he's approved he wants to join us as well. I know I said we'd be restarting on the 2nd, but please bear with me for a couple more days until things get sorted out. Also, Ebony Queen, I have faith that you will portray Storm well. Just have faith in your own writing. I know it's hard, but it's worth it in the end. :-) LS, I am just so glad that I will be able to explore this complex character I have created within the confines of the timeline and universe you have laid out for us, PLEASE, take all the time you need ^.^ My friend Mr Happy got approved so he will be joining us. I'm just waiting on his sheet, and then we'll get started. :-) Woo Woo! I haven't heard from Mr Happy yet. We may just start without him, and he can jump in later. I need to know who all is still on board for this. If I still have interest I can start as early as tomorrow. Quote from: Lunar Sage on 13-05-2011, 16:19:02I haven't heard from Mr Happy yet. We may just start without him, and he can jump in later. I need to know who all is still on board for this. If I still have interest I can start as early as tomorrow. This is the only RP I'm still hanging around E to see if it gets going. So I am still interested in trying. Count Cassie and me in! Alright, I know José's in. Virgil, what about you? I'm still good for all this friend Lunar. Alright then. Look for some postage sometime tomorrow. :-) And if someone could give me a heads-up on which IC threads to watch, I'd be much appreciative. Ebony, watch this (#msg4139144) thread, for I should have your intro post done sometime today there. :-) Got two posts out! Game is on! I'll give Ebony a chance to reply before I do! ’D I'm curious about joining, and I've read/skimmed a little bit. But I did want to ask why this is in the NC forums? Greetings Parish! I appreciate your interest. Are you at all familiar with the old TSR Marvel Super Heroes RPG system? The game is where it is because when I created it, I didn't have a full grasp of the categories. It should probably be somewhere else but at this point I'm not sure where or how to do that. I'm not super familiar with it. I know I have a Marvel Superheroes Character generator program to help out with one of the systems (or maybe more than one, I haven't used it in a while). As for moving it, I think you can ask one of the moderators of the Illiquid boards to do that for you. Though I was pretty much interested since it is in the NC forums, I figured there might be some consequences for my super heroine if she lost a battle or something. Like getting molested/raped... Sorry to disappoint. This is to be a pretty standard Marvel setting with more emphasis on cosmic adventure than sex. I can see how the mistake could be made though. No worries. *nod* I just find it kind of... unbelievable that a straight male, or lesbian, would walk by a hot girl in a skin-tight outfit and not want to admire the view. Or if more criminally insane want to at least fondle her. Didn't really mean to come across as the point of the game, but if there's absolutely no chance of her even getting fondled then it's probably not the game for me. I do tend to write in that most of my characters never expect to get fondled much less raped, but once it happens...especially if there are forced orgasms or denial of orgasms (to a point) that they wind up either developing a taste for it, or finding out that they always kind of fantasized about it. XDD It's all good. Yeah, this probably isn't the game for you, but that's ok. :-)I have plenty of specified stuff in my other RP's on E... I figured less of it in one game would be a bit of a breath of fresh air. Not that sex can't happen in this game... it just probably won't be NC. Alright, thanks for the info and the quick responses! Not to mention, we're pretty much in outer space right? Cosmic stuff? Not really walking down a street on Earth. Or am I wrong in that? Well, Virgil started out on earth, but that's as close as we have gotten! What with a handful of unique races in the game. Quote from: Rosetta on 15-05-2011, 19:03:12 Not to mention, we're pretty much in outer space right? Cosmic stuff? Not really walking down a street on Earth. Or am I wrong in that? Yep most of the action is going to be in space or on alien planets. Just to let you know (in case there was any confusion), Virgil I believe it's your post. Yeah, that's what I was waiting for :P Ah ok, sorry, sorry. Sorry for my disappearance guys. I am definitely still in though, as Ether said ^_^ Looking forward to continuing! I think I am taking all my fiancés fun here, but we are expecting. She keeps asking me if I have told everyone, and I am like, well... I don't want to make this a... or we don't want to be... But yeah ^.^ That's why there has been such a delay, a little bit o adjustment on our parts! Voodoo congrats! ’D You know, I was going to get a post up after I just got back on not five minutes ago, but you can blame my fuck ass little brother for ruining my mood. Sorry for the delay, just I want to strangle the life out of him and my fat ass mother who sits on her ass while the 'normal' son is walking all over me. Sorry, I'm calm now. I am still not able to write anything big unfortunately, at least not tonight anyway, but I'll try to do so tomorrow morning. For now, peace and I hope everyone else is doing alright. No worries Virgil. I know you're good for it. :-) You bet your sweet ass I am LMAO. Anyway, I'll get a post up today and get this party going finally! I hope everything's ok on your end, Ether and Cassie! Hadn't heard from you in a bit. :-) Mr Happy's character sheet for Mr Happy has been approved and posted! NOTE: Cassie will not be participating in this game for the time being. I have been told of this by Ether and I made the call to just have her go back to her ship for now. She is of course welcome to rejoin the game at any point in the future but for now the game will go on. Ether, it's your post. Alright, Virgil... go ahead and post next, and we'll go from there. The unofficial posting order will be Ether, Virgil, me, Ether, etc... Alrighty, will do what I can my friend either tonight or tomorrow, but I do have a ton of other RP's to catch up on so it will probably be tomorrow, unfortunately. Wheeeeeeeee!!!! I have arrived, now the party can truly begin! I hope Lunar warned y'all about this character, lol! Should be fun to play MH in this setting as I've never run him in a cosmic game before. They weren't kidding when they said your name was Mr. Happy lol. It's an honor to meet ya by the way. Good luck to you my friend and I hope you find E enjoyable. Welcome ^.^ Thanks for the warm welcome sirs. I've caught up on reading everyone's posts so far and have officially entered the game in the suitably flashy fashion this hero dictates. Hope you all enjoy my first post as much as I've enjoyed reading yours. ’D ACK! Mr Happy! Who let that guy in. Err. I mean... Hello there! Sgt;:) You bad José lol. Yep always the warm welcome where ever I go! O:) I've been working on my post. I had it all done and ready to post when I saw Mr H had posted so now I'm going to do a little addendum to it before I get it all done and up. Can we just kind of go all casual with certain details, like how the Hydrants actually pass credits while maintaining gaseous form? I have been racking my brain about it and the best I have is that they can pass a specific radiation field to a card reader and thus provide credits. If it is needed in a hard currency format, as in tangible, then I need help for ideas ^.^ Just something I did not anticipate for my character... Dude you can take solid form, don't forget. Your gaseous form is a power. Okay, sure. Initially, the character concept was gaseous format for the Hydrants until the found a habitable planet that was not yet home of intelligent life. I can work around this and add that when needed that they do take corporeal from to interact with others, but with a proviso. When they do so, they basically stand out in whatever format as a beacon to the evil entity that destroyed their universe, kind of like Frodo using the one ring in Lord of the Rings. Like a bear that has killed humans, it will continue to do so and thus has a nose for it. Quote from: Ether on 31-05-2011, 12:05:09Initially, the character concept was gaseous format for the Hydrants until the found a habitable planet that was not yet home of intelligent life. I can work around this and add that when needed that they do take corporeal from to interact with others, but with a proviso. When they do so, they basically stand out in whatever format as a beacon to the evil entity that destroyed their universe, kind of like Frodo using the one ring in Lord of the Rings. Like a bear that has killed humans, it will continue to do so and thus has a nose for it. Ah. Alright then, I guess I had misunderstood what you had in mind before. Not having solid form can be a pretty big disadvantage, just to let you know. There's really no point in having a Strength attribute if you're essentially incorporeal, for example. I'm cool with however you want to play it. Just let me know. Corporeal that evolved to take gaseous form to survive. Incorporeal till new home world found. But I can play it like I just put it last paragraph ^.^ Ether is just going to be incorporeal a lot of the time. Actually his strength attribute could still come into play to resist being blown away, or fighting other non-corporeal beings, etc. And his STR is so puny in ratio to the rest of his stats anyway... I have not forgotten about you, true believers! I'm going to let Ebony post and then after I post for Batu I should have everyone in the same place before you guys reach the dome. Oh! Streak's picture has now been completed and colored by the amazing Mr Happy! Behold!(Very Nice ^.^ Think I am waiting on Virgil for this one. No you're waiting on me, I think, but I want to interject the other characters into your scene before we move on with it. Ebony Queen, just to let you know, it's your post in the IC thread with Batu, Mr Happy and Effigy. :-) Ahhh, big dome means we all meat? We all "meat", Grimm not liking the sound of that. How about we just meet. :P "Tonight is a big ticket event... there's apparently a really strong Terran going to fight the self-styled 'Champion of the Universe' himself! If you buy a ticket and hurry, you can place a bet before the match begins... so what do you say? 250 for the nosebleed seats or 5,000 for the front row?" Heh, he, that's familiar! To me at least! ’D Ha. It won't be too familiar soon enough. Finally got my posts out. My apologies. The last week has been kicking my ass, and I've been fighting depression and other muse killers. I should be back now. It's all gravy bub! Alright, once EQ posts I'll get another post out for Batu and everyone should be in one thread. Would you guys like for me to create a posting order? Quote from: Lunar Sage on 17-06-2011, 18:39:26Would you guys like for me to create a posting order? That would help a lot. I have -no- idea if there is some sort of order now. Alright then. How about Virgil, Ether, Ebony Queen, Mr Happy, Rosetta, me, then Virgil again, etc... If that's how we're going to do it, then I believe it's EQ's turn unless I'm missing something. Nope, that'd be the posting order starting now. So Virgil it'd be your turn to react to the stuff that I just posted. :-) Ah, my bad lol. Quote he was about to reply when they were suddenly elsewhere. Just a minor thing... Alexander and Ether didn't teleport anywhere. They're still right where they were. The others teleported to them. Ah, my bad. No worries! Sorry if my IC post wasn't clear. :-) I need to head off for a bit, but hopefully the rest of our team will post soon because I've always had a hard on for Storm, not to be crude or anything lol. Posting tonight, promise ^.^ Sweet! Word of advice Mr. Happy? Lay off the caffeine lol. Ether is not responding to my PM, and it's been nearly a week now. In the spirit of "the game must go on", we're going to skip his turn this once. Ether, I hope when you do return you understand. I think it's José's turn at this point. Then I'll post again. My turn!? *Leg asp* RMM. *prods my muse* we'll see what we can work up. Might be tomorrow, but I'll have it up soon! Promise! Lt;3 Quote from: Lunar Sage on 23-06-2011, 19:08:35Aether is not responding to my PM, and it's been nearly a week now. In the spirit of "the game must go on", we're going to skip his turn this once. Ether, I hope when you do return you understand. I think it's José's turn at this point. Then I'll post again.LOL not to fear, every post I make won't be some Mooney Tools on crack moment! Pain meds have me spacey! I'll get to work on a post now! Alrighty, we're up to Virgil again, then we go on the posting order stated before. What's the posting order Lunar, I don't see it. Also, nice I love the way Effigy handled my outburst! That was well done. Quote from: Lunar Sage on 17-06-2011, 19:12:01Alright then. How about Virgil, Ether, Ebony Queen, Mr Happy, Rosetta, me, then Virgil again, etc... Quote from: Mr Happy on 25-06-2011, 21:58:32 Whats the posting order Lunar, I don't see it. Also, nice I love the way Effigy handled my outburst! That was well done. *bows and curtsies* thank you! Alright, Ether is going to be dropping from play at least temporarily. His character is returning to Cassie's character's ship for now. Game on for the rest of us. I think it's Mr Happy's post now. Sorry for the delay, I'll be able to post tonight after work. Had a very busy couple of days. I should reappear here soon, sorry I had to time out v.v Quote from: Ether on 01-07-2011, 13:13:45I should reappear here soon, sorry I had to time out v.no worries dude! You can always say you flew up to check on her then came back down to rejoin everyone. Feel free to jump back in on your next posting turn. :-)Alright, it's José's post next... but give us a day or so. We just moved. Like literally. We won't even have the rest of our furniture moved in till Tuesday, unfortunately. Alright, post is up. Not much else I could post right now... sorry for the shortness. :-\Virgil, it's your go next. Then Ether if he's decided to come back at this point. Ether, chime in either way. If Ether is not back, yet it's Ebony Queen after Virgil. Ah, no problem my friend. Will get a post up soon, promise. Virgil, you still with us? Not to poke... I just remember you were having computer problems before so I thought I'd check. Yeah, still with ya but comp took another dump, and I'm not sure how bad it is yet. Just to let everyone know it might be a bit before I can get on again. Ok, so do you mind if we skip you for now then? I don't want the game to stagnate any more than it already has. That's fine, and again sorry for the delay everyone. Alright then. Virgil I hope you're able to get your computer fixed soon. EbonyQueen, you're up (I would assume since Ether hasn't said anything so far)! :-) Will most likely return after the initial start up of the fight or whatever it is ^.^ Alright then... EQ, you're up. :-) Since this has been a relatively slow game, I'm going to keep giving updates on who's turn it is to post while we get used to the posting order. :-)I'm also thinking about giving a 48-hour time limit (if the person has given IOC notice that they won't be able to post we can move on sooner) for each person to post before we move on to the next person. What do the rest of you think? It might help speed things up a bit. Right now Mr Happy is up. Not a bad idea... You and José know how many times I -can- post even in one day! Sounds like a good idea to me Lunar buddy. I post rapidly when I do have a working comp, so it's all the same to me really lol. He-he... mm hmm EQ yes we do! ’D Sorry for the delay! I PROMISE I'll post something after work tonight if I have to drink a gallon of Red Bull to do it!!! I have a working comp again so no more excuses from me for not being able to post lol. Furthermore, I'll get my post up by tonight, hopefully. Furthermore, I'm working a couple of hours today and I feel drained. But I'll get it posted by tomorrow. Foot glad to have you back, Virgil! :-)>:(No excuses José! *cracks the whip* Get to posting! :P Virgil, go ahead and post again if you can. We're skipping me this round. I'll post once all of you decide to head off to the arena. Not a problem. Just in case you didn't know, it's Mr Happy's turn. :-) Been sick the last couple of days, going to try and go back to work tonight and will post afterward tonight. I was thinking of arriving with Ether via the top of the dome via gaseous format to check what's up. Aqua feels she may beam back in with Alex and do a bit of a before and after to catch her back up to the group Mondays. That's cool. You both have an in to get back into the game. Unfortunately I think I'm going to split from this game as well guys and gals. I'm sorry to say it, but I did have a lot of fun and I hope that we might RP together again in the future. Let me know if you ever change your mind, Virgil. *likes the slower pace of this game* It lets me post to my billion other groups ::) without stressing about another one that requires immediate attention daily. You could always play a few less games José! ;) it's loonies fault!!! I have like 6 one on ones with him alone, and I'm in 3 groups he started. He's trying to drag me into this new true blood game as well!! It's chaos I tell ya! So 11 of the 26 posts I do are for him or his groups. :p It's because I'm a bastard. Obviously, Lunar. I will insert soon, minus Aqua. Shall I hold off then? I think it is my turn, but I will hold off posting if needed. Ah no, go ahead EQ. :-)We'll just let Ether choose where in the posting order he's going to be now when he chooses to post. Quote from: Rosetta on 30-07-2011, 16:37:11 it's loonies fault!!! I have like 6 one on ones with him alone, and I'm in 3 groups he started. He's trying to drag me into this new true blood game as well!! It's chaos I tell ya! So 11 of the 26 posts I do are for him or his groups. :p Now the truth is out!!! Lunar is a RPG addict! I have to formulate my entry plan to make it make sense ^.^ I'll get a post out sometime Thursday. Week has been unkind to me solar. *waves to everyone* I am indeed still alive, Ether is not pulling a Weekend At Bernie's stunt with me :)So sorry I've been out for a while, but I do really want to continue! I just need to catch up and figure out where my character's at/what she's doing, and how to work her back in. Quote from: Ebony Queen on 04-08-2011, 07:35:29I'll get a post out sometime Thursday. Week has been unkind to me solar. No worries at all, Ebony Queen! :-)Quote from: Cassiopeia on 05-08-2011, 20:43:20*waves to everyone* I am indeed still alive, Ether is not pulling a Weekend At Bernie's stunt with me :)So sorry I've been out for a while, but I do really want to continue! I just need to catch up and figure out where my character's at/what she's doing, and how to work her back in. You're certainly welcome back, Cassie! Honestly, the best way to re-enter the game would be to beam back down to the planet from your ship with Ether and follow the others into the dome/arena via the tickets Ether bought for himself and Aqua. Catch back up from there... Virgil may be gone, but Ether had met Storm, Effigy and Mr Happy, albeit briefly. He knows that they were going to team up for whatever reason at least. Posted! It was just a very brief summation of where she was/what she was doing, and intro for Ether to post his character so we can get back down planetwide. We are going to be moving into a new place this week, so I'm not sure how much time we'll have in the way of posting, or at least not long posts, but we'll do our best! ^_^ As have I. With Cassie's post, we will be back dirt side and joining quickly ^.^ Welcome back, guys! :-)Mr Happy, technically it's been your turn for about 6 days. In the interest of fairness I'm going to give you until tomorrow to post before we skip over your turn this time around and have José post. In the meantime, Ether and Cassie feel free to keep posting until you get to where the others are. I'd like to have everyone caught up before I make my next (large) post. I hope everything is ok with you guys (Mr Happy, Cassie and Ether). Ether and I are good ^_^ We JUST got internet yesterday, the new place was not hooked up, and it was maddening :P I'm going to be working on a response to Ether today, and then we'll be coming back to the main group. I'll be working on a post in the next day or two, I'm just too stressed to think right now. :(Lunar Ive had to pull a bunch of doubles lately due to one of the guys having to quit suddenly leaving the rest of us in a lurch. My life has basically been work all to go to sleep and repeat. We finally got a schedule worked out we have some time again so if you'll let me know when I'm to post again I'll be good to go. Technically you can still post as I haven't done so yet and you're supposed to go before me. I was going to work up a post tonight but if you want to get one in before me that works too. :) Go ahead and post, José. Mr Happy is going to be swamped as all get out for a bit. Yes, Master, as you wish.(Damn right, as I wish. :P *asks José where she can get one of those nifty genie costumes* ::) Welcome to the game, ReijiTabibito! Your sheet is posted, and I'll be writing out your intro thread very soon. :-)Everyone say hello to Ghost Rider! ’D, Thanks. Good to be here. Always wanted to play a Rider. ^_^ Welcome to the game, glad to have you. Cassie: I'd loan you mine, but it got all torn up in a battle Sgt;.Sgt; Meiji: Welcome to the game! Good to see you! Isn't that always the way, José ::)Welcome, Meiji! Fancy seeing you around these parts ;D, Thanks. It's good to be here. Hoping I can bring some supernatural into your superheroes. ^_^ Welcome to average as well, our other new player! :-)Meiji and average, you guys have an IC thread now! Here (Also, for the Lost in Space thread, I'm going to wait to post until Cassie and Ether's characters are caught up to the rest of the party. My fault Ether hasn't posted yet Welcome average! ^_^ Just to clarify now that I'm not working doubles every day, do I still post after Storm? Oh yes, please do, my friend. :-) Ether, is everything ok? I don't want to move on until you and Cassie have caught up to the group. If you don't have the time for this game, please let me know so it doesn't fade away while we wait. Otherwise, likewise let me know what's going on. Reiji and average, I will be posting for the two of you today. My apologies for the delay. He's got off tomorrow and is planning on posting. All good, Cassie. I really don't mean to be mean or pushy, so please don't take it the wrong way. I just want to make sure the game goes as smoothly as possible. Furthermore, I understand that real life can interfere at times, so as long as you communicate with me and let me know what the skinny is, it's all good in the hood. Alright, Meiji and average I got your post up. You should be able to interact without me until one or both of you decide to investigate the farmhouse. No worries, sometimes it's just hard for either of us to know what's up because his schedule is different every week, including what days he has off :P It's been weeks, Ether. Are you going to be able to regularly post in this game or not? Again I don't intend to be mean, but I don't want the game to die, either. Thank you, Ether. Nice post. :-)Alright, Mr Happy goes next and then my monster post he-he. I really apologize for the bare-bones post and really extend to my esteemed writing partners that even though it was bare... It does kind of maintain that distinct air of alien for Cassie's, and I's characters, so... Cheers! Welcome Meiji! Ok shooting out a post at this moment (if our GM hasn't skipped me in order to progress things), I'm pleased to say that my Uber hectic work season is finally over and may now post at will (boohoo!). Did you catch that Ether and Aqua made it to the seats beside your group, Mr Happy? Also, the communication sent to you via Ether's mind? José and I will be out of town from Monday, September 9th to Wednesday, September 11th on a trip to the beach. We should be back to regularly posting on E come Monday the 12th. I may not be able to get my post out until then. My apologies for the inconvenience. Aether, I'm a bit confused. I thought it was Galactic that destroyed Ether's galaxy... has Ether mistaken the Champion for the Big G? Yes, will change post. It's all good in the hood, Ether. :-) Altered. José and I are back today, but we have a 'surprise' inspection of our place tomorrow, and we have to bust our asses to get ready today. I should have posts out either tonight or tomorrow. Good to be back! ’D Posted for the main thread. I hope it was alright. :-)I'll post for the Texas thread once the two of you go inside the house. Alright, just a reminder of posting order... It should go Ebony Queen, Mr Happy, Ether, Cassiopeia and Rosetta... TY! Quote from: Lunar Sage on 15-09-2011, 21:40:32Alright, just a reminder of posting order... It should go Ebony Queen, Mr Happy, Ether, Cassiopeia and Rosetta... I'll have a post up in the not too distant future. I -think- Storm was able to see the collar flickering. Furthermore, I think everyone was able to see it, though Storm saw it with the most difficulty since her Intuition is the lowest. Like maybe, she saw it but isn't 100% sure that she saw it, you know? Ether with his Shift X Intuition saw it clear as day. I should have a post up for Ghost Rider and Yumiko today with a closer description of the house before they enter. I was going to go ahead and post, but I noticed Ether and Cassie are ahead of me. What are we doing here, oh great GM Sir? I'll give Mr Happy until Monday. If he still hasn't posted, Ether and Cassie can. I was waiting for Mr Happy as well. I kind of want to say, "Held Action!" But then I remind myself we aren't pen and papering... Let me consider a meaningful response unique for the character I created that might shed additional insight and clarity on the situation. I'm sure if you wanted to "hold" your action, we could skip over you and others can post and when you are ready you can just jump in? I will attempt to use my character's abilities in a fashion to shed some light on our dilemma, I think I want to try and use Ether's abilities to unlock the secrets of the collar and its maker. So, no, don't skip over me, I should have a post up in about 12 hours! Okay :) No worries at all. I look forward to seeing it! Lunar sage, will Ether be able to, after having observed the collar in action be able to in turn go gaseous and radiation sense in a focused cone to fine the controller of Flash's collar? If so, do you just want me to free write some NPC type holding said remote? Ether can weakly sense the signal coming from a booth high up in the stands. If he follows the signal to the source, he sees a woman with light blue skin and a blue and purple outfit sitting watching the fight through a large panned window. With her are two beefy looking guards and a man in a cloak who pushes buttons on a high-tech gauntlet, which seems to be the source of the signal. She is the pirate queen Nebula and she rules the planet. I'm very sorry to have to announce this, but I'm going to proclaim this game dead for now. It's taking way too long and because of that my muse for this particular game has gone AWOL. I am not blaming anyone for this. I understand that real life can kick your ass sometimes, and I don't hold anything against anyone. It was fun while it lasted, and I wish all of you the best on future role-plays. :-)

Cosmic Marvel_ Earth 3113 (Out of Character Thread)|rating:4.0

The Princess and the Mercenary (Piper and stormwyrm)

Russell made his way around the party hall balancing a tray with a dozen glasses of champagne. He was dressed in a black vest and bow tie over his starched white shirt and had an apron tied over his black trousers, but he wasn't actually a waiter. He had, in fact, convinced the caterers for this little fund-raiser for the Pediatric Multiple Sclerosis Center to take him as a replacement for one of their regular waiters who had suddenly called in sick. His eyes scanned the tables and the guests, apparently attentive for anyone who might need assistance, but in reality, seeking out the girl. His mind briefly flashed to the dossier he had been given for this mission, which was not really that different from the ones he used to do for the Agency long ago, except this time he was doing it not "for his country" but for the Almighty Dollar. A much more honest line of work he felt, remembering the hypocrisy of his superiors back then. Olivia Riley, daughter of Senator Conan Riley, head of the most prominent Irish-American political family since the Kennedy's. The fact that her father was acting chairman of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence gave Russell some idea of the reason behind the mission, but that was not something he was supposed to concern himself with. Russell's dark brown eyes found her standing in the midst of a crowd of other party-goers. She stood out even against the backdrop of celebrities she mingled with, not just one beautiful face among many, seeming rather to outshine most of them with her amber eyes and deep ebony hair. He had initially judged Miss Riley to be one of those empty-headed socialites like many of the other women who surrounded her but seeing her in person like this made him rethink that assessment. There was a flash of intelligence in those eyes that it seemed that she tried to hide, such a trait not being encouraged in the circles she moved in. He heard his partner speak to him over the inconspicuous radio earpiece he had in his ear. "Have you acquired the target?" Mortimer asked." Soon enough," he said subvocally in reply. In one of the glasses he carried was mixed a dose of benzodiazepine that was calculated precisely by an underground pharmacist of his acquaintance given the target's height, weight, and metabolic rates as obtained from her medical records (a previous mission had called for the theft of this information from her doctors, which was a cakewalk by comparison). When she drank it, she should begin to feel sleepy and collapse almost exactly six minutes after. It was his job to make sure that she drank it and to lead her away to a discreet location as the drug took effect. It would not do to have her suddenly faint in the middle of the party: if that happened her bodyguards would immediately notice, and they would immediately come to her aid. The drug should, after a minute or two, make her a bit more receptive to friendly suggestion, so that would make his job easier. Benzodiazepines were used as date rape drugs after all. As he drifted close to the group of party-goers that included Olivia Riley one of them suddenly grabbed a glass from the tray, which he skillfully maneuvered so that the spiked glass was facing away from the group. A toast was called, to the children afflicted with multiple sclerosis, and he hastily handed the glasses over to the rest of the gathering, making sure to hand Miss Riley the spiked glass. She would be forced to drink it all in one shot, as to only sip partly or refuse to drink would be considered a major social faux pas. And then Russell would be waiting. She would see him as a tall and rather handsome young man in his late twenties, with a head of dark, unruly hair and high cheekbones. He lingered on close to their group, as if waiting to see if the group wanted something more, and he would drift, as naturally as he could make it seem, closer to Ms. Riley when she drank. Olivia mingled among the socialite crowd at the charity benefit in her father's stead. Ladies with nothing more to chirp about than their latest designer bags or exotic vacations and men who, in spite of their age and spotlight careers, barely lifted their gaze from her chest when they spoke to her. At least this event was for children, a population she actually did hold some genuine concern and didn't mind the people who attended-as much. It wasn't like the AIDS functions she often attended. At those events it was very obvious the snobs in attendance would never even be around a person with AIDS, they even said the name of the disease like they were holding it out at arms length by the tips of their fingers. But, it was the politically savvy thing to do. Show up, write a check, drink some champagne, get your pictures taken and plan your next vacation. Father enlisted Olivia's help for most charity events that didn't personally serve him. He was especially fond of those benefiting children. What is the second-best thing next to a photo of kissing a baby? Why, writing a huge check to a child's charity, of course. It was ironic that Conan Riley associated himself with children at all, seeing as he was never much of a father to her or her siblings. Some families joke about having children enough to form sports teams. Conan fathered children specifically aimed at his chess game. Pawns. Four children and none of them held any love for their father, unless you consider their love for his money and connections. Two older brothers successful lawyers and budding politicians in their own rights and spawning their own chess pieces, six children between the two of them. An older sister, the wife of a finance mogul and pregnant with their 3rd baby is as many years. Their mother, the lucky one, passed when Olivia was 7. Officially, the cause of death was a car accident. The truth however, was much darker than that. No, to the world The Conan Riley family appeared, for all intents and purposes, as one big happy family living the American Dream. Descendants of Irish immigrants, devote Catholics and close-knit. Olivia played her part as well. She smiled, mingled, and made her father proud. Where she was single and beautiful, she took on the role a wife of a politician would. Conan Riley never remarried after his wife, Caroline, passed. He used the facade of grieving widow for all it was worth. Points. It all came down to points and good of Americans ate that shit up. Since her other siblings were busy with their own lives, it fell to her to be the face of the Riley's; it helped that the face was beautiful." That is lovely." "You must be so proud." "I will be sure to share that with my father."; a handful of the lines she repeated throughout the night, floating from one group to the next. In her burnt orange strapless cocktail dress, she stood out among the more reserved attire. The color alone was enough to separate her from the blacks, whites and shades of gray. Most wore tiny orange ribbons on their lapels or bodices but in true Olivia fashion, she took the charity's awareness color to the next level. Her youth and svelte form allowed such a bold thing. Her stylist, the person who is paid to study public opinion, shared that when the gorgeous socialite wore brighter colors and bolder cuts, her father's approval points rose as well. If it were up to Olivia, she'd wear black all day, every day. But in this orange dress, her amber eyes almost glowed which made the beautiful girl absolutely stunning. She casually checked the time on the dainty diamond and white gold Tiffany watch at her slender wrist. Almost an hour left before she could feasibly escape this "party". Party was such a misnomer. There was little festive about the affair. The best part was the champagne. She looked around for a waiter. She would need at least two more glasses to make it through. It was easy enough for Russell to spot Olivia given that she was wearing a rather brilliant orange, as opposed to the others who were content to wear the color representing multiple sclerosis awareness on a little ribbon pinned to their sleeves or lapels with more conservative black and white dresses. Well, she was young and beautiful and so could afford to be flashy like that he reflected. Of course, Russell had a coat ready for her to cover it up so that her departure would more easily goes unobserved. Olivia seemed to be looking around for a waiter, and Russell had naturally made himself available, passing glasses to a few of her companions who wanted to participate in the toast before extending the special glass to Olivia. He peeked at his watch, which was a black tactical Rolex Submariner that the Agency gave him when he was sent on his first field mission. He whispered to Mortimer over the radio link: "21:27:39", the precise time when he passed the glass to Olivia. He had to watch her carefully now that she had the glass, make sure that she didn't pass it on to someone else (in which case he would have to make a small scene to prevent them from drinking the spiked champagne, possibly resulting in broken glass), but also not make it obvious that he was observing her. His training from the Agency taught him how to do this properly. Russell Flynn, like Olivia, was also of Irish-American stock, but from a poor working-class family in Philadelphia. He had been something of a juvenile delinquent in his youth, and had some skill as a pickpocket and shoplifter despite his parents' attempts to curb this behavior. A few months before he turned eighteen he had finally been caught, and was given a choice to either go to juvenile detention or enlist in the Army. He chose the latter, and when he took the service exam his performance attracted the attention of someone in the Agency, and so he was loaned out to them a few months into his first tour of duty in Iraq. After rigorous training at the secret facility the Agency called 'the Farm', he had been sent on various missions. His last such mission was very much like this one: he was to abduct the daughter of some bigwig sheik at a fancy dress ball in Dubai, but they were basically sold out by someone in the Agency and only Russell had narrowly escaped with his life. He was removed from the Agency's Special Operations Group with prejudice as it later turned out that the operation he was conducting was entirely unsanctioned, and they needed a fall guy... Russell sincerely hoped that this particular private operation would not end in the same way, as he waited for Olivia to drink the benzodiazepine-laced champagne. The toast was called to the poor kids with multiple sclerosis, and everyone in the group raised their glasses and drained them. There were still a few more glasses of champagne in Russell's tray. Spotting a champagne laden tray, Olivia lifted her brow to the server signaling she was in need of a glass, giving him a cursory glance as she plucked a flute from the silver tray. Servers, drivers, valets; they all blended together into a faceless, nameless form. Olivia took a rather large sip of the bubbly liquid, silently counting down the minutes until she could depart as a wife of a large hospital made nice with her and a group of would-be donators. Her voice droned on in an annoying tone. Olivia focused on the lady's brows which were tweeted and drawn back in; leaving the lady to look like a surprised clown. The lights dimmed, drawing attention to the stage where the benefit chairman made his way to the podium. A fit man, tanned face and graying hair; Wesley Douglas-one of her father's business partners. Olivia frowned and blinked as her vision waved. The man began his speech with robust charismatic declarations promising the money collected this evening would fund research and blah blah blah. Pictures of children in varying states of disability splashed over the wide screen behind the man. The crowd summered and shook their heads, their hearts breaking and pockets opening-just as intended. The man went on to detail several stories of children who had been helped so far and begged, for the sake of many more children like these, for us to be generous. Olivia's eyes and limbs grew heavy. She quietly excuses herself from the small group she stood among while their attention was on the speech. She had to get to the ladies room and splash water on her face. The champagne on an empty stomach had not been a good idea, it seemed. She slowly weaved her way through the crowd, taking slow careful steps on legs increasingly becoming more difficult to manage. With the hall leading to the restrooms in sight, Olivia had to hold onto the back of a chair but did her best to smile and appear like nothing whatsoever was the matter. So tired. Perhaps if she just sat down it would pass. "21:27:55" Russell whispered into his earpiece as he watched Olivia drink the spiked champagne. He heard Mortimer's voice every ten seconds mechanically announcing the time since she drank in his earpiece as he discreetly watched Olivia while offering the remaining few champagne flutes on his tray to other guests. He soon had none left once the hall lights darkened and the benefit chairman came up to the podium to deliver his speech. Most of the guests focused on the chairman's presentation, and no one noticed Olivia leaving her table, or the waiter moving inconspicuously in the darkened ballroom."170," Mortimer's mechanical voice pronounced, and he could see that Olivia was beginning to be rather wobbly on her feet, just as she was a short distance from the hall to the restroom. "Ma'am, are you all right?" he asked, in as soothing a tone as possible. "Let me get you to a place where you can rest." He undid the apron he wore and used it to cover her, and with an expert hand managed to half-drag, half-carry her out of the ballroom and into the hall, without anyone noticing or remarking. The hall with the restrooms also had a fire escape door, which Russell had surreptitiously sabotaged a few hours before the event began as he helped with the preparations. He was at the door to the ladies' room when he heard Mortimer say "360", and just as predicted, he felt Olivia's body grow completely slack in his arms, completely unconscious. He checked her pulse and breathing, which seemed to be steady, and brought her out the fire escape doors, which did not alarm as they should have, and closed them quietly behind him." Target is secure," he said, as he wrapped her up in a larger coat he kept hidden in the bushes just outside. He lifted her over his shoulders, which was not as easy as it seemed because though Olivia was slender she was no waif, but had the build of a woman who regularly exercised at a gym. Nevertheless, this presented no real difficulty for Russell. A few yards away was the van where Mortimer waited, watching the security camera feeds they had hijacked for the mission. The events hall's security saw only looped video of the places where Russell moved, and as far as they were concerned, the nondescript van also didn't exist. It would only be several days after Olivia's abduction that the tampered firmware and unauthorized wireless router they installed on the security network would become clear. The two of them were no hacking experts but hired out this work to someone they learned of online who came with a formidable reputation. The two of them would be astounded to learn that the person who did that work for them was the same one they had abducted. Russell restrained Olivia's arms and legs with lengths of plastic cable ties, just to be safe. While he had a roll of duct tape ready to gag her with, he decided against doing so. The underground pharmacist warned that they had to keep her airways clear as much as possible. They'd be on the highways for much of the trip so even if she could scream no one would be able to hear her. He sat on the seat next to Olivia, checking her vital signs as instructed. If they wound up killing her they'd be in big trouble, and there was a vial of flumazenil and a syringe in a box ready at hand to counteract the effects of the benzodiazepine just in case. It looked like she was perfectly stable however, and seemed to be in a peaceful sleep. Forty-five minutes later they arrived at the safe house, which was a nondescript shack in a wooded area just outside the city, which might have once been used as a hunting lodge. Mortimer helped him to carry her out and laid her down on a steel frame bed, on which they handcuffed one of her arms. The two men paused to admire their handiwork." You know, we could do her right now as she sleeps," Mortimer remarked, a wicked grin on his face. "She's damn hot you know, and no one will know."" Don't be an idiot, Mort," Russell replied. "We do this right, and you can have every hooker and call-girl in DC with what they're paying us." The other man just shrugged. He got a video camera and tripod from a nearby cabinet and began setting it up. He had to watch Mortimer. Furthermore, he knew the big man from the Special Operations Group and had in fact worked with him once, and didn't know why he wound up getting saddled with such a partner. While he did good work Russell always felt that the other man tended to be heavy-handed. He had to watch him carefully. At around this time Olivia would begin to stir and regain consciousness. "Ma'am, are you all right?" a man asked her, his voice seeming far away even as his arm reached out to catch her a moment before her legs gave up the fight to keep her upright. "Let me get you to a place where you can rest." The notion to refuse his help was thick in her mouth, although it was obvious she could not have kept herself from falling. She was used to refusing help, determined and self-reliant as she was. She struggled to focus on the man offering her help but her eyes and mind refused to obey. Darkness swallowed her. She was vaguely aware of a hum, the low roar of tires. The vibration under her back. She felt far away as she tried to trudge her through the murky cobwebs of her mind and retreated back into the black void. What seemed like both hours later and not even a split second at the same time, she woke with a start, her eyelids flashing open in an instant. She sucked in a deep breath and jerked against the cuffs at her wrists. Her eyes darted around wildly when she discovered she was bound and jerked on the steel cutting into her wrist again just to be sure. Panic swept over her as a man turned and walked toward her. Her brows pinched together as she watched him approach, his face was vaguely familiar. "Where am I?" she demanded, her voice shaky at first. She licked her lips with a dry tongue. "What do you want?" "It's not me," Russell said, when Olivia asked what he wanted from her. "Just to be clear about this, We're just hired men. Someone paid us to abduct you for reasons that they haven't explained to us, and we don't really need to know about. They are paying us to keep you captive until they are satisfied, and they have also given us instructions to make a video of you where you declare that you are all right and safe. I'm going to undo your handcuffs now, as there is something that our clients have told us they want you to do before we make the video." She could try to fight back when Russell did this, but Mortimer was watching, and there was no way she could overpower both of them. Even if by some chance she managed to do that, the only door out of the room was a high security one that could only be opened by a key card, thumbprint, and passcode." They want you to change into those clothes over there. We are going to step outside for a moment while you change, and we'll bring the camera inside so we can begin." Olivia would find that the clothes that they wanted her to change into were a white corset teddy with a puffy cottontail, a collar with a bow-tie, cuffs, black pantyhose, and a headband with white bunny ears. "We'll give you fifteen minutes to change. There will be, uh, consequences... if you don't do as we ask." Russell looked ill at ease while saying this, however Mortimer would be grinning, as if he were daring her to try to find out what those consequences would be. It had been two hours since Olivia had been abducted and an hour since the party ended. The security detail guarding her had of course been extremely worried when no one had seen her since the beginning of Mr. Douglas' speech. They had searched the entire events hall and checked the closed-circuit camera video, but could find no clear footage of her even before the speech. Worried, they called Senator Riley. "Sir, your daughter has disappeared. We can't find her anywhere in the charity banquet. Her cellphone cannot be reached." They heard the Senator snort. "You must be new to the job."" Yes sir," the man admitted." She probably slipped away when the two of you weren't looking for a tryst with some guy. She's done it before; why do you think I only hired the two of you for her security detail tonight? It's a game she sometimes likes to play, trying to assert her independence from me, and I let her have her way once in a while. If there were any hints of a serious threat to her security I'd have gotten more guards. Your work is done, and thank you for your diligence." Of course, that wasn't the case tonight, when the phone call and the video of her eventually came. Olivia concentrated on what the man was saying. Her mind was calculating the possibilities quickly. It wasn't even imaginable that someone found out her alter ego identity, although the thought did cross her mind. She was the best underground hacker. No one knew anything about her, even the account her payments were directed to where hidden under several safety measures to conceal her identity. Many of which she had developed herself and was confident could not be broken. She surveyed the room, noting the security on the door and realizing that even if she did have the tools she needed to surpass the system, she could not incapacitate the men holding her long enough to do it. Plus, she had no idea how many more of them there were. Still, she made a mental list of the steps she would take to dismantle the security on the door should the opportunity present itself. Her eyes registered the weapons visible on holster of each man. Likely more were hidden. Dragging her eyes back to the man talking, her face completely free of emotion as she studied him. She did, however, lift a brow when he said they would leave the room when she changed. A gentleman criminal, she thought sarcastically. She glanced at the pile of clothes he indicated, over the man standing near the door and back to the one talking. Dopey, she nick named the name at the door, leered at her. The look on his face made her sin crawl. He could do nasty things and not think twice about it, she surmised. The other guy, Doc, was the brains of the operation. Much more calculating. She watched them go without an opening her mouth, rubbing her arms where the cuffs had dug into her wrists. She quickly scurried off the bed and checked the room, looking for anything that she might be able to use as a weapon or tool, but they'd been throughout. The pile of clothes infuriated her. She ripped and tore at the items. Snagging holes into the hose, crushing the bunny ears and throwing them-scattering them across the room. "Consequences be damned." She would not wear that ridiculous outfit. She racked her brain for clues that could be held without the proposed outfit, however. White. Rabbit. Sexy. Why that outfit? What was the message and who were they trying to send it to. Her father? One of his..."business partners"? Her train of thought was disrupted when she heard the beep from the security on the door. Hurrying back to the place she had been sitting, making herself appear unmoved. She held her chin up defiantly to her captors when they took stock of the items strewn on the floor. Russell undid the simple barrel bolt on the door before going through the sequence of scanning card, fingerprint, and keying in the code which fully opened the door. He stepped inside with Mortimer, carrying the video camera on its tripod, and found to his dismay that Olivia had not done as ordered, and that she was going to be trouble. Mortimer, on the other hand, smiled gleefully, and before Russell could say anything, the big man pulled her roughly to her feet and punched her hard in the stomach, leaving her sprawling on the bed, choking and reeling. Russell did not hide his distaste at this, and was just thankful that Mortimer had not been so stupid as to strike her somewhere that would leave a visible bruise. "We told you that there would be consequences!" Mortimer said. While she tried to regain her senses, Mortimer roughly turned her over, unzipped her dress, and pulled it off her, leaving her in her underwear, and was making to strip even that off but was stopped by a sharp look from Russell. "Let's get this over with. We aren't supposed to hurt her any more than necessary," he said. "Hold her still." Mortimer gripped Olivia in a full nelson hold, his arms encircling hers and locked behind her neck as he once again lifted her up. Russell fished out the corset teddy and stockings where she had thrown them, and saw that she had ripped the latter up. "Forget about those," Mortimer suggested. "She's got nice legs anyhow," he laughed. Olivia would probably be trying to kick and struggle as Russell tried to put the corset teddy on, but he would not have too much difficulty sliding it up her legs and over her torso, recovering as she was from Mortimer's punch. Getting the drawstrings at the back done was a little bit more awkward, but again this was managed. Russell planted the headband with rabbit ears on her head, but dispensed with the other accessories. "Miss Riley, please understand the situation you are in. We don't want to hurt you, but we have our orders and I think if we have made it clear that we will not shrink from the infliction of physical pain if you remain uncooperative. We can go back to doing this the easy way, or we can continue doing this the hard way. It's your choice." He began adjusting the camera and tripod." All you need to do is sit still while we film you. And then we will leave you alone while our clients do what they are going to do with the footage. We're just to keep you here until further notice." Olivia smirked at the duo smugly when the came back into the room. The look of disbelief and anger on their face was priceless. She was feeling pretty good about her decision until Dopey yanked her up and buried his meaty fist into her gut. The wind rushed out of her in a groan as she fell back to the bed. Her eyes bulging as she pulled herself into a ball and tried to breathe. The pain radiating through her was enough to stall any attempt to fight when he flipped her over and pulled her dress off. She drew in a ragged breath as the muscle of the team wrestled her into a submission hold. Her amber eyes glared at Doc, flaming with hatred. She tensed and tried to punch her head back into Dopey but the way he had her held made it impossible. Her struggling only brought laughter from behind her, which infuriated her even more. She bucked and twisted as much as she could when the brains put the corset onto her. A few kicks made contact, but none satisfying enough to even make Doc look angry for her efforts. The rabbit ears being placed on her head renewed her fight. She clawed and kicked and grunted like a hellcat but in the end she was still dressed in the ridiculous get-up. Olivia was panting by the time it was over." Miss Riley, please understand the situation you are in. We don't want to hurt you, but we have our orders and I think if we have made it clear that we will not shrink from the infliction of physical pain if you remain uncooperative. We can go back to doing this the easy way, or we can continue doing this the hard way. It's your choice." Her chest rising and falling, the swell of her generous bust poured over the top of the corset. Staring daggers into the man setting up the camera. Dopey let her go with a shove, reminding her of his strength. She would not rub the spot on her shoulder where he had her arm bent back at an unnatural angle. Pure hated oozed off her as her eyes followed him where he went to stand behind the other man on the other side of the camera." All you need to do is sit still while we film you. And then we will leave you alone while our clients do what they are going to do with the footage. We're just to keep you here until further notice." She didn't make any indication she agreed, let alone heard what he said. She waited to see the red light blinking, signaling the recording had begun and simply flipped the camera off. It was stupid and childish, but she did it anyway and in some small way it made her feel better. "Looks like she flipped the camera off, Russ," Mortimer said, as they watched her from the other room." No matter, we've got enough footage of her to satisfy our clients," Russell answered, seated at a laptop, sending an encrypted email out to his clients with a file containing a minute or two of video footage of Olivia wearing the costume." Now what?"" We wait. The client is presumably going to take care of negotiating for whatever it is they want for her. We're just to sit tight and wait for further instructions. We are NOT to harm her in any way unless otherwise instructed. Hurting her unnecessarily is a deal-breaker Mort," Russell added. The other man grunted. The two of them came back into the room where they were holding Olivia, Russell carrying a tracksuit, a plain white shirt, and another set of underwear. They would all fit perfectly as they knew her sizes from all the surveillance they applied on her." Here," Russell said, laying the clothes on the bed. "Change into these, or not, it doesn't matter. We haven't been told to make you change into them the way we were told to make you change into that bunny suit. Sleep if you like." They then left, taking out the camera on its tripod and locking the door behind her and bolting it shut for good measure. They didn't turn off the lights, and Olivia would find no switch to do that in the room. The room itself was a square room, perhaps fifteen feet on each side, with stone floors and solid wooden walls, with no windows. A single strip of fluorescent light lit the room from the ceiling, which was some eight feet high. There was the bed, which was just a plain welded steel frame, with a foam mattress. There was also a bathroom sink and a toilet. It would seem that there were no cameras or anything inside the room, or if there were, they weren't obvious. The only door out of the room was steel, locked with a high-security electronic lock. No electrical outlets or anything. It seemed to be purpose-built as a holding cell. The next morning, they would come in again with a standard-issue MRE pack for her to eat." As you can see, Senator Riley, we have your daughter," the electronically distorted voice said over the video footage after he had watched it for the third time. "She is in good health at the moment, but may not be if you remain unreasonable."" What is it they really want?" he asked his aide, whom he had roused at three o'clock in the morning after receiving the mysterious phone call warning him about his daughter and that he should check his personal email." They are saying that you must vote against the intelligence budget that's coming up in three days, and encourage as many other senators to reject it as well."" I know that, Vernon! But what exactly are these people trying to accomplish? It's a rare thing to fight dirty like this. They must want that bill stopped so badly to stoop to such tactics. Are there any other alternative appropriations bills in the wings?"" Not that I know of. Shall I call the police sir?"" Good God no! Not because they warned us not to do that, I don't want my daughter's abduction to become front-page news! You know who you should be calling instead, Vernon." The aide nodded. There were a number of ex-special forces types that they knew of who could be trusted to handle this situation more gracefully and with far more discretion than the police. Olivia glared at both men when they returned to the room she was being held in, her head turning, following them as they came to stand in front of her. All the while assessing them, for a weakness she could exploit. Dopey stood behind Doc, he crossed his arms to show off his muscle. When Doc held the change of clothes out to her, she wanted to resist, just for spite, but she took them begrudgingly so that she could get out of the ridiculous Easter Bunny Whore outfit. She kept her mouth closed, although she wanted to let out a tirade of insults, to demand they release her, even to beg for her freedom for what good would it do her. Her stomach still spasmed occasionally to remind her what her efforts to fight got her last time. Her eyes followed them again as they left the room. Once they left she moved off the bed as quickly as she could, wincing at the pain radiating in her abdomen. She wasn't certain, but she had a feeling they had cameras trained on her to watch her every move. Still, she turned her back to the room, nearly in the corner to change. She stripped off the offending outfit and flung it away. The tracksuit was surprisingly comforting, warm and covered more of her body. Certainly better than the corset. Who would want her degraded that way? What was the message it was meant to send? She racked her brain as she curled up into a fetal position on the cot. Tucking her arms and legs around her body. She was sure it wasn't am abduction linked to her extracurricular activities. Her alter ego was securely hidden, no one could trace it back to her so that left her father. Her dad, on the other hand, had several enemies who would target her to get to him. Political reasons aside. She herself had a portfolio of sizable proportions on her father's backhanded, back alley dealings. Her head still clouded with the drugs they used to sedate her made her mind work slower, more sluggishly. Like a thick fog she tried to wade through. The effort to sort and reason made her head hurt all the more. As she fought off sleep, she once again tried to find a way to escape. The bare room held little help, even the light bulbs she could have used to aid her, was several feet over head. That was, if they weren't watching her, and she was sure they were. She got up and began to pace the room, she couldn't fall asleep. Couldn't. With her arms wrapped around herself she paced the perimeter of the room, passing the security panel each time to get a look at it but not lingering. She was familiar with the model and what it would take to break through-even if the electricity were cut to it, it would remain locked unless she could get inside of it. The problem was that the only way into it, aside from the host computer, was on the other side of where it attached to the wall. It would take breaking it from the wall to get to it and breaking it away sounded too simple. With the reinforced military grade steel, it would take a tank to break it away from the wall. She'd need a code even if she did have the biometrics component. Deflated, she once again sank to the cot and rolled over to the wall, shielding her face from the likely cameras. She would not let them see her cry. The next morning she was awakened by them entering. Cursing herself for succumbing to sleep, she sat up and took the MRE, giving them a disgusted look she tossed it to the cot beside her." Have the demands been made?" she asked simply, coldly. When Olivia asked if the demands had been made, Russell just shrugged. "I imagine they must have been. We haven't been told as it isn't our job to do those things. All we know is that we've been told to keep you in here until further instructions are given." This would probably allow Olivia to infer what sort of people had abducted her. The two of them didn't even know who it was that actually hired them, and received instructions either by encrypted email or secure calls where the voices were distorted. They were given half of their fees via funds transfers to shell companies they controlled, and would receive the rest of their payment in the same way. They left Olivia in the room to eat her MRE when she wanted to, and shut the door behind them. In the other room just outside, Russell had a seat at the desk with their laptop and frowned. "Mort, signal reception's gone bad again. I'm going to go downstairs and see if I can get better signal elsewhere." The other man just grunted, and took a seat at the chair beside the door. Contrary to Olivia's impression there were no hidden cameras in the room, but there was a discreet spy hole which he used to peer inside from time to time. Too bad he didn't get to watch Olivia change thanks to that straight and overly professional bastard Russell who kept him occupied the whole time. Russell it seemed hadn't noticed that the door didn't beep with the lock engaging the way it was supposed to that last time they exited. He did the bolt latch on the other side the way he always did but didn't notice how the electronic lock's LED blinked a tell-tale red. Undoing that little low-tech bit of security was easily enough accomplished. And now all he had to do was wait. This upper floor of the cabin was isolated from the lower one by a stair only reachable from another door with a similar lock, and he'd probably have a bit of fun chasing her through these rooms, maybe even enough to score, before that goody two-shoes downstairs figured out what was going on. Her head straight forward, Olivia once again watched the men exit the room with only her eyes following them. She fought the urge to throw herself at them, feet and fists flying. The urge was great, but she knew the attempt would be futile. The momentary satisfaction would be far outweighed by the result. She eyed the MRE package lying on the cot, her stomach growling loudly for some kind of food. The ignored both the food and her stomach, instead choosing to cross her arms and seethe. It took her a few seconds of a nagging thought at the back of her mind before she realized she didn't hear the electronic beep from the security system when they closed the door this time. Her heart began to race at the thought of a possible escape, but she had to play it cool. It wouldn't do her any good to rush. Think. Acting as nonchalantly as she could, she once again surveyed the room for signs of a monitoring system she was sure would exist in a room for the purpose it was being use. From the bed, she scoped out the likely spots for a camera. Above would be best, allow the viewer to see the most at once. Since there was little else except the light fixture, it would make sense that would be the best place to hide one. Still, she couldn't make out anything that might resemble a camera eye. As high-tech as security systems went, there was a little way to hide the lens of a camera since it would have to be unobstructed in order to work. Olivia once again took to pacing the small room, keen eyes surveying every nook and cranny, pausing at the door for only the span of a breath to see that the security was in fact not set. Her lips were suddenly dry as she made herself take a couple more laps around the room like some caged animal using pent-up energy. If she only had a weapon, something to aid her once outside that door. With no idea where she was, what kind of building or how many others were involved, she couldn't make a plan that went further than: snatch that door open and run like hell. It was her against two men. She didn't like those odds, but she hated being locked up even more. She had to make a try for it. She paced one more time, this time when she came to the door, she carefully gave the handle a pull. Her blood whooshed through her ears as she waited...there was no alarm sounding. She was not met with any resistance. When it passed the lock, she flung it open and thrust herself through it. Mortimer waited in the opposite room. The upper story of the lodge had the room where they kept Olivia which was in the center of the area, plus a few adjoining rooms and hallways. Most of the rooms just had doorways with no doors: the only doors were the ones to the lavatory (which didn't have a lock, just a cabin hook latch that Mortimer would have no trouble breaking), the door to the stairs leading to the first floor, which had a dead bolt with keys on both sides, and of course the one to Olivia's room. These other rooms were used for storage, with MRE packs in one, and two more just had simple cots where the mercenaries slept in shifts. Their weapons were always kept on their persons. There was no electronic equipment in the house except for the camera they used yesterday, the hand-held radios and cellular phones that each of the mercenaries carried, and Russell's laptop. He waited in his room, looking out barred windows into the pine forest that surrounded the cabin, sitting on his cot. He heard the tell-tale click of the door as it opened, and began to move. She had the choice to either move slowly and quietly or quickly. Either way, it would be only a matter of time before Mortimer cornered her. Russell finally got some signal after moving downstairs, and received another encrypted transmission from whoever it was that was coordinating the operation. The Senator seems like he needs further convincing. Take the second step. He didn't like the sound of that. Olivia was evidently just as stubborn as her father. He sighed, and took the restraints out of the car, and the box of medical equipment they would need." Sir, I've contacted the, um, specialistshere, and they believe that they can trace the whereabouts of your daughter," the aide Vernon said. "The kidnappers were very thorough and professional, they said, and it took them a while to find some clue they could use to trace the people who abducted her. It seems that someone noticed that a black SUV was parked in a certain area, but most of the event hall's surveillance cameras failed to pick it up, except for one, near the gate, where it was spotted leaving, and its license plates have been identified. It's a stolen vehicle, of course. Traffic camera footage—""I don't need the blow-by-blow coverage, Vernon," Senator Riley said testily. "Do they know where my daughter is?"" Not yet sir, but they have narrowed down the location to a fifty square-mile area of forest a bit off the Interstate. They're narrowing that down as we speak and will probably have a good idea where she has been taken by tomorrow, and they'll be ready to move to rescue her tonight. Her abductors were very thorough and seemed to be professionals. This was no ordinary kidnapping I should think."" I'll continue pretending to make the sorts of overtures that they want. Vernon, try to find out who might benefit from having that bill killed. I don't think we have a good answer to that question yet."" Yes sir." Olivia expected to be tackled down to the ground as soon as she breached the doorway. She was in the middle of the room by the time she realized there was no one grabbing her, yelling at her or otherwise trying to subdue her. With her heart hammering in her chest, and looked around the room, quickly trying to access the situation;, her location, an exit, a weapon and where her captors could be. Her amber eyes wide and alert. This room, like the one she was hold up in, held no trinkets or amenities. Nothing she could use as a weapon. She silently cursed to herself. Holding her breath and tippy-toeing through the room toward one of the doors. There were no windows in this room, maybe if she could get to another room she could at least get a look outside and begin devising an escape. Her ears strained for movement, any sound from the men. It was all quiet, too quiet, and Olivia had a sense of dread wash over her. Her mind never shut down. She was constantly sorting through information and running through every possible suspect who could be behind her kidnapping, trying to figure out their plans, their demands and ultimately what their end game would be. How many kidnap victims had be returned or rescued-especially ones who had seen their captors? Looking over her shoulder as she approached the closed door with the key in it. She inched nearer and extended her hand to the knob but was met with resistance. Pressing one shoulder against the door, she carefully began to turn the key, praying it made little sound and that it would lead to a way out. Russell set down the case with the medical equipment inside it down next to the table where he had the computer, and checked the Internet again. The portable Wi-Fi that they were using for that purpose was unreliable out here in the sticks, but it did work well enough at times. There was, interestingly enough, no news about Olivia's abduction in any of the news websites, nor any word about her father, except in an obscure editorial about the intelligence budget hearings going on in the Senate, which naturally the news would not be able to know much about: such hearings were naturally classified. At least he would not have the police on his tail this time. Both he and Mortimer were not much concerned that Olivia would recognize them: like many people in their profession they already were fugitive criminals to begin with. Mortimer was wanted for murdering someone under unclear circumstances. Russell was accused, among other things, of attempting to sell lists of names of non-official cover agency officers in the Middle East, which was what the operation in Dubai was actually about. Of course, as the operation was blown, he was used as the fall guy, but he wasn't about to let a secret federal court decide on it, which would probably result in his getting tossed into Guantánamo Bay or some worse hellhole no matter what he said in his defense. His enemies were powerful figures in the Agency. He heard some thumping from upstairs, and made his way up, and found the door to the upper story locked. Looking for his copy of the keys he found it wasn't in his pockets. "Damn it Mort, open the door!" he shouted, as he banged on it, hard. Just as Olivia was trying to open the door, Mortimer made his way to the hallway, tossing a different key nonchalantly in his hand. "Looking for this?" he said, with a wicked grin. "Sadly the key there just opens the old locker I had back at school, and I don't think it will do you any good." He had to be careful not to corner her, always make it look like she had some way out, at least not until the very end. He would enjoy this as long as he could. A cold fear washed over Olivia when she heard the voice behind her. She didn't have to look to know which man that voice belonged to. Still, she turned slowly. He seemed to be enjoying toying with her. Why else would he have put a fake key in the lock. This must have been a set-up from the beginning, right down to not putting the security lock back in place. Her eyes darted around for the other guy, either as a second attacker or for someone to stop this guy. With the way he was looking at her, his intentions could not be good. She pressed her back to the door as she began to slide along it, trying to make her way to another possible exit. She heard the other man banging on the door and darted at the handle. Jerking at it in spite of knowing it wouldn't open. Smacking her open hand against it. "Help! Let me out!!!" she was frantic, clawing at the door. She could feel the other man closing in on her. Damn that bastard! Russell thought, as he pounded on the door harder. "Get clear of the door!" he shouted. "I'm going to shoot the lock." He just needed to watch out and make sure that the bullet came down low, so even if anyone happened to be close to the door he wouldn't wind up shooting them either. Though at that point he wouldn't have minded shooting Mortimer if he had the chance. "Three, two, one!" he shouted, and then he pulled the trigger. The gunshot was very loud in the enclosed space of the stairwell, and Russell ran through the doorway, grabbing Olivia's wrist and pointing his gun at Mortimer. "God damn it man! Just what in the hell are you trying to pull!" he shouted, eyes blazing. "Do you want to get this mission done properly or not? We don't getpaidif something happens to her other than what our employers want!"" You are much too by the books man. These folks who employ us aren't going to stiff us even if there are a few cracks in the merchandise after this is all done. They may even thank us for it, if I understand their objectives."" Go fuck yourself, Mort. Now get down there and get the kit, while I put our damsel in distress back in her cell." He gently urged Olivia to move forward, leading her on back to the security door. He tried not to hurt her but nonetheless his grip on her was firm. It was a seemingly ordinary morning at Capitol Hill when Senator Riley sat in his office, as his aide Vernon gave him the results of his research on the appropriations bill that he was being forced to kill. It was a substantial piece of legislation, providing something to $80 billion to be apportioned among each of the sixteen agencies of the Intelligence Community, and there was a lot in it. Furthermore, it had already passed the scrutiny of the House and would in a few days be up for vote in the Senate." Sir, I have learned something very interesting about the bill as it was being drafted at by the House Permanent Select Committee. It seems that there was some sort of disagreement about some line items pertaining to the funding of operations of a certain sensitive nature that resulted in the various revolutions in the Middle East and the former Eastern Bloc over the past few years."" Yes, I remember," the Senator said, nodding. "Congressman Massey managed to get CIA funding for such programs drastically cut in the current version of the bill that we have up for vote tomorrow. If we don't pass this bill tomorrow, last year's budget remains in force. So now the question is, cui bono?"" I'm still working on that sir, but evidently it must be someone within the Agency who stands to lose if funding for those programs is cut. On another note, I think we have a better idea of where your daughter is, sir." The Senator nodded. "How long until you can get a team ready to try to get her out?"" Possibly tonight, sir." Banging on the door while watching the other man close in on her. She could read the conflict in his face; Grabbing her and doing what she could only imagine would be most unimaginable and risk his partner going off on him or being smart and calling off his little game. "Get me out of here!"" Get clear of the door! I'm going to shoot the lock." She scampered to the far corner away from the door and covered her head, like her arms would offer some protection against a bullet anyway. In spite of expecting the gun shot, she yelped at the loud crack and crash. The man who shot the door grabbed her as soon as he entered the room, and she couldn't help hiding behind him, twisting up the back of his shirt, putting him between her and the man with the crazy look in his eyes. She watched the exchange between the two men and for a moment she thought, hoped, it might be enough to break up their little partnership and call the whole thing off. He was pulling her back to that room, and she dug her heels in, tugging against his hold. "I won't go back in there!" her voice near hysterical. "You can't lock me up in there, helpless for the next time Bruiser there gets a wild hair!" Slapping her hand against the door jamb in a last ditch effort of resistance. "Just let me go!" "Sorry princess, no can do," Russell replied, gently but firmly shoving her back into the cell. Before closing the door he began to do some sort of thing with the door, setting its code to something else. If she were careful she would be able to figure out the new code, but the proximity badge and the biometrics would be trouble. "It's more than just the payday at the end of all this that I'm after. But I will make sure that asshole doesn't pull stunts like that ever again." He really wanted to refuse to take this particular job, but the mysterious, digitalized voice at the other end of the line said something very strange. "If you do this Mr. Flynn, we will not only pay you the agreed-upon amount, but also bring to light evidence that will serve to exonerate you of all culpability in the Dubai Operation. Your slate will be wiped clean, and you can get your life back."" What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked, his voice strained." The girl's father already knows, and it will just be a matter of shaking his tree." Soon enough he heard Mortimer getting back upstairs, and as soon as he came in the doorway, Russell swung the but of his pistol at his head. The other man was fast, and ducked, only to take Russell's boot right in the mouth. The man fell to the floor, the box of medical equipment crashing to the ground. "What the fuck, Russell!" the man shouted, but before he could say anything more, Russell kicked him again in the ribs." Let that be a reminder Mort, do not pull shit like that again!" He said this, enunciating carefully. This exchange would be audible to Olivia in her cell, as the two men resumed their positions outside the door. What neither Russell nor Mortimer knew was that just outside in the woods was another group of mercenaries. They were ostensibly hired by Olivia's father, but they were operating under the senator's aide Vernon Edwards' orders. And his loyalties were questionable at best, and their orders with respect to Olivia were perhaps not what her father would have preferred.

The Princess and the Mercenary (Piper and stormwyrm)|rating:3.0

Spirits in Steel

14:00 hours, The Pelican - HOLY Stealth Transport The Pelican, as named by Captain Yuri Markov, was a large transport plane. Bright white, with glowing blue strips along it, supposedly for the experimental engine on it. This was a ship using Module Technology for all purposes, and it was being used as a facility to train new members of HOLY. It had three floors to it, with the middlemost being the personal quarters, and small cafeteria, as the upper layer remained the command tower, and the lower layer held the massive hanger the ship stored its modules in. It was extremely impressive by any standpoint, if... somewhat understaffed. Yuri's own hopes for it might well be ambiguous. The man, himself, would find himself in his usual fortune. Not only was his new ship an air transport, rather than the standard submarine any other person of his rank would work from. Not only were his new recruits almost completely inept at Module piloting. Not only was he standing at the bridge of his small ship with only the pilot and his superior, receiving what would likely be the annoying briefing he'd ever had the displeasure to stand through. No, all that would have been perfectly acceptable, if there hadn't been a flash of mega particles large and bright enough to be seen from the Sea of Japan. Spoiler: Yuri Hide Lt CDR Amatory has actually been much more accommodating than Yuri had expected. While out with her men from the Hiroshima, she'd been extremely strict, but once they were alone, she seemed more annoyed than problematic. During the briefing, the massive particle light had nearly knocked them both over the shock wave of it hitting the ground. It appeared to have originated from above the clouds, close to the HOLY base in Okinawa. Due to the threat, Amatory ordered Yuri to make use of the supersonic engines, and get to that location. She would then move to the hanger, taking her own aerial transport to return to the Sea of Japan. She'd leave the briefing of the situation to Yuri. As part of the move towards this ship, the Special Operations Bureau placed Yuri as Geo 2, second in command of all Special Operations, only reporting under Amatory herself. Spoiler: Felicia Hide After making her case to HOLY, Lt CDR Amatory agreed to Felicia's request. Explaining that they would be moving to a training team, the pair, along with a small squad of HOLY's marines used transport to meet with The Pelican. After a brief introduction, Felicia was told to mingle by the woman, as she went to have a private conversation with the Captain of the advanced ship. She's been given the rank of Private, and the assignment of the Majordomo Zero. Spoiler: Malika camp; Akira Hide Part of Yuri's starting crew, Malika and Akira have both been serving with the man for two weeks now. The ship was extremely strange in just how comfortable it was. Not like the military ships they'd been on before at all. Yuri's reputation of being a jinx was known, but they'd yet to see much different from any of their other commanders. As part of The Pelican's crew they were assigned to HOLY's special operations, using ranks Geo 6 and 5 respectively for Malika and Akira. Akira's skills moved him a step higher, receiving the rank of Corporal and the Majordomo Plus. Malika, on the other hand was promoted to Private, First Class, in addition to being given a specialized Last for her use. After Amatory boarded their ship, she would introduce Felicia as a junior pilot to be added to the roster. Spoiler: Saki Hide Saki would find herself in a rough spot. After her successful collection of the Junkets, she was rushing to the surface of the hidden cycle, the elevator appearing to pierce right through the earth, and granting Saki sight over everything that had happened. Apparently a massive wave of energy had attempted to drive down right into the lake, but some kind of defenses protected the facility from direct impact. It still affected the area, of course. Tiki was sprawled along the ground, trying to pick himself up as he looked up, and then back to the lake, darting towards it. The interface of the Junkets would light up with warnings, as a silvery looking Module crashed into the barrier from across the lake. A single red eye glowing from its head, as a knife appeared, slowly wedging the field apart enough to get inside. "Marina, Italian unit at 180 degree. Junkets armament is damaged. Rerouting power, opening energy receptors. Marina, Junkets is now combated ready. Fabian unit appears to be bypassing the tertiary defensive field. Destroy it with great prejudice." IOC Thread Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Saki's Theme---As the Junkets burst through the surface of the Earth, Saki would cry out in surprise." Yaaah...!" The force of the sudden stoppage would catch her off guard, and she'd stumble forward in the cockpit, the Junkets doing much the same. As she'd straighten, taking in the scene, Saki would grin, eyes shining." This is... this is so cool...! I can blow that up with extreme prejudice, you got it~"And she'd raise her right arm to shoot, the Junkets doing the same, before frowning a bit, glaring at the target." Uh... weapons? What weapons does the Death bot have?" But that had apparently been enough, as two eye beams of death and destruction would pierce the air between them in super heroic fashion, heading right for the much she'd been glaring at, while a huge missile would suddenly fly from the Junkets's arm." Uh... whoops?" Spoiler: Actions Hide The Junkets moves forward 1 hex (Saki stumbled forward). Saki fires the Eye Beams at the Italian unit with extreme prejudice! (1d10+11)[13] (forgot +1 from WA) Saki fires the Heavy Missile at the Italian unit with mild prejudice! (1d10+10)[16] Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type"In a fairly spacious meeting room, largely dominated by a single, round table, Yuri Markov stood apart from it. The massive commander of the Geo Squad shifted slightly in place as he looked over the team. His scowl only deepened, accentuating the stark lines of his face. His long coat and heavy piloting armor made surprisingly little sound as he moved, perhaps muffled for better stealth performance. His officer's cap was worn just high enough for his gray eyes to be seen. As he speaks, his Russian accent is impossible to miss, though his enunciation is good enough to prevent any misunderstanding.".... Greetings, Geo Squad. I am your new commander. You shall address me as Captain Markov, or Geo 2 when engaged in combat. When in combat, your responsibilities are to follow orders, without question. Mine are to get all of you out of combat alive, and, if possible, extract myself as well. At present, we are approaching the site of a large emission of mega particles. The cause is presently unknown. However, it is possible that this indicates a new Heroic Module. If so, our task is to prevent it from falling into irresponsible hands. The task may be beyond your training. However, we are the only HOLY operatives in this area, so it falls upon us to investigate. I will not permit failure. ... Since we are not presently in combat, I will now field questions." A pair of violet beams flew from the Junkets's eyes as the strange module whipped its body around, as the beams dug through the armor, tearing at the head and torso, leaving warped metal, as the massive rocket launched. The module evaded the blunt impact, as the explosion engulfed the entire area, Stopping a bit short of the Junkets itself. However, this strange module would not seem deterred, as flipped back to its feet, and suddenly started racing forward. Apparently using some kind of wheels or treading to move. And it was fast... light, fast, and apparently able to be somewhat survivable, despite having three chunks missing from the head, body, and left leg. A hand would rise, as the arm opened up a chamber to reveal a contained rifle, firing at the Junkets. Saki wasn't able to react in time, she was still too new at this. Her arms came up as a reaction, as the shell flew through the Junkets's right arm. The impact itself wasn't much, but Saki's poor control allowed a rather critical blow to be made towards the Junkets's interior. Spoiler: Map Update Hide Junkets (5/6) Right Arm SP (7/12) Right Arm Kills Corporal Taliban Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1PKnew what had happened almost as soon as it had occurred, his face pressed to the closest viewing port he could find so that he could observe the discharge for himself. It was a relic of his former life as the knowledge he had earned in school rattled around in his mind, and would have fascinated him without end had he still been a civilian. Unfortunately, his wonder was quickly shoved aside as his mind began to race once more, this time with the implications as to what could have caused such a thing. It was a matter of protocol what would happen next, and because of that Akira quickly made his way out of the room to the meeting room.--He had arrived moments before their commander, standing at attention with his hair tied behind his back into a ponytail as he listed to the man speak. Akira was hardly as imposing or intimidating as the man before him, standing at a simple 5'2" and with a fairly petite figure it was hard to imagine at all that he was a soldier. The Russian Accent was a tad off-putting, but Akira knew better than to question it. HOLY Was an independent operator, so it wasn't overly surprising that they would pick up a few huskies along the way. His face was stoic as he listened to the Captain give his speech -- get them out alive, that was something of a joke in his mind as the reputation of their commander had far preceded him. Hardly anyone seemed to get out of service beneath that man 'alive', though Akira did have the notion of being the first to prove him wrong. There was only one question that Akira could think up, and he didn't hesitate to ask it." Sir, with a particle emission of that size...what is our course of action if the source of it is a Heroic Module, and it proves to be...less than friendly? Do we move to contain and capture, or simply kill?" Whatever it was that had released those emissions was clearly capable of exerting an extreme amount of power, and that made it inherently dangerous. While Akira did not know what they were dealing with exactly, he was more than aware of what kind of damage that kind of energy could do if it was put toward more sinister purposes. The fact that it had nearly tipped their transport at such a distance was cause enough to be worried about what it might do if they got close enough. Originally Posted by XKuroganeX Spoiler Hide Corporal Taliban Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1P Knew what had happened almost as soon as it had occurred, his face pressed to the closest viewing port he could find so that he could observe the discharge for himself. It was a relic of his former life as the knowledge he had earned in school rattled around in his mind, and would have fascinated him without end had he still been a civilian. Unfortunately, his wonder was quickly shoved aside as his mind began to race once more, this time with the implications as to what could have caused such a thing. It was a matter of protocol what would happen next, and because of that Akira quickly made his way out of the room to the meeting room. -- He had arrived moments before their commander, standing at attention with his hair tied behind his back into a ponytail as he listed to the man speak. Akira was hardly as imposing or intimidating as the man before him, standing at a simple 5'2" and with a fairly petite figure it was hard to imagine at all that he was a soldier. The Russian Accent was a tad off-putting, but Akira knew better than to question it. HOLY Was an independent operator, so it wasn't overly surprising that they would pick up a few huskies along the way. His face was stoic as he listened to the Captain give his speech -- get them out alive, that was something of a joke in his mind as the reputation of their commander had far preceded him. Hardly anyone seemed to get out of service beneath that man 'alive', though Akira did have the notion of being the first to prove him wrong. There was only one question that Akira could think up, and he didn't hesitate to ask it. "Sir, with a particle emission of that size...what is our course of action if the source of it is a Heroic Module, and it proves to be...less than friendly? Do we move to contain and capture, or simply kill?" Whatever it was that had released those emissions was clearly capable of exerting an extreme amount of power, and that made it inherently dangerous. While Akira did not know what they were dealing with exactly, he was more than aware of what kind of damage that kind of energy could do if it was put toward more sinister purposes. The fact that it had nearly tipped their transport at such a distance was cause enough to be worried about what it might do if they got close enough. Markov glanced at Akira, and the room seemed to darken."... A wise question, Corporal. If we cannot communicate, or otherwise must combat a hostile Heroic Module, then we move to kill. We have neither the precision equipment nor the manpower required to safely attempt a capture. As such, our focus would be on preventing the equipment from falling into the wrong hands." Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Saki's Theme---"Woah." Saki's eyes would widen in surprise as the huge missile made a suitably huge explosion... The subsequent movement and attack by the Italian Mecca didn't even shake Saki, the shot hitting the still raised right arm without any reaction at all from the startled girl." So... so strong...! But... better not fire one of those again or Tiki might get hurt..." The girl would lower the raised right arm, thinking of the boy in the water some ways behind her. A small screen had popped up, showing her the damage the Junkets had suffered, which conveniently displayed her available weapon systems. But of course, she was too busy for that right now! As Saki moved the Junkets forward, she'd glare once again at the damaged Italian Mecca, the eye beams firing twice... Spoiler: Actions Hide Saki fires the Junkets eye beams twice at the Italian. First shot: (1d10+13)[22] Second shot: (1d10+13)[18] Felicia West, Aristocratic Exile Pilot of DM-1-0 "Majordomo Zero"Felicia West leans forward in her seat, resting her hand on her helmet as she digests this information." Mm... so assuming that it is a Heroic Module, do we know anything about what its capabilities could be?" She glances out the window again, even though it was the wrong angle and distance to see anything of note. Despite being a member of HALO, she was still quite new at the whole Mecca piloting business, and often worried about how well she would do in an actual combat situation. Of course, if the particle emission was a Heroic Module, this would be an opportunity to test that out. Markov turned to Felicia, and spread his hands. To date, Heroic Modules have tended to be large, unwieldy, but extremely powerful machines. Assault Modules will likely have a maneuverability advantage, and a firepower and armor disadvantage. Beyond that, there is no intelligence that we have been provided, aside from the strength of the mega particle emission that we are tracking. The Pelican would find itself screaming with alarm, as it rushed through the skies. The command structure would turn red, as the comms lit up with the navigational officer's voice." Attention, Captain Markov. The HALO is picking up three unknown module present directly ahead of us. They are clearly normal modules, but they don't fit the criteria of Japanese build. They seem to be a new type, and... they are flying, sir. Though they can't match our speed, they seem to by flying towards the incident as well. DSS seems to be holding, we haven't been detected yet." Saki, meanwhile, would find herself amused. The beams would fly, as they simply cut the center of the weird module to shreds, causing a weird blue colored explosion as it was destroyed. However, this was far from over, as Saki would turn her head, seeing three more figures simply dropping from the sky. The barrier was clearly down now... Spoiler: Map Update Hide Markov listened intently, and then nodded, activating the intercom built into the meeting table." In that case, hold to our present course. Inform me of any indication that these craft have noticed us. Collect as much data as possible without compromising stealth or speed, and provide Private Ada with all readouts concerning the unknown craft." He glanced at the silent final member of the Geo Squad, as he shut the intercom back off." You were not brought aboard for your piloting skills, Ada,"he growled,"so I expect full support. Reports as soon as possible. Once all useful information has been extracted, move to your Module." His gaze then swept around the room." The rest of us will move to our Modules immediately, to be prepared to scramble at first indication of hostile intent. Geo Squad, move out." Felicia West Pilot of DM-1-0 "Majordomo Zero""On it!" Felicia stands up from her chair and moves briskly toward the hangar. She stares up at her Assault Module with a faint smile. Even after seeing it before, the impressive figure of metal never ceased to awe her. Slipping her helmet onto her head, she hops into the open cockpit." Powerplant...online,"Felicia murmurs to herself, running through the prelaunch checklists." Thrusters online. Servos online. Weapons online. DSS online. EWS online. All systems green. Majordomo Zero is ready for duty." Confident in her ability to get into the air at a moment's notice, the English girl leans back in her seat and grins, flipping on her stereo system to a (relatively) soft volume to speak to the rest of Geo Squad in a chipper voice." So how is everyone today?" Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Saki's Theme---Saki would laugh a bit as the module exploded, but as she saw the other three drop down, her amusement would quickly fade, her eyes running through that little pop-up screen from before." Hey now, three on one? That's not very fair. She'd grin, raising the left arm of the Junkets this time as loud bangs would fill the air, the Impact Cannon coming to life as it fired at the rightmost target... Spoiler: Actions Hide Saki fires the Impact Cannon at Italian (2) x2. (1d10+11)[14] (1d10+11)[12] The flying modules wouldn't seem to divert course, even as The Pelican passed them, if only briefly. They could see it now. A Heroic Module at the center of it of course. A massive titan, casually fighting three strange looking modules. All except the far one seeming to resemble the ones they had only just passed. Meanwhile, the Junkets wouldn't even shudder as the massive auto cannon tore into the smaller module. Massive shells bashing into it, as it was sent flying backwards and onto its back, before exploding into a bright yellow cloud, as its power plant was utterly destroyed. Despite this rather gruesome destruction, it wouldn't seem to deter either of its companions. One of the modules closed in, right to the Junkets's front, as its hand morphed into that of a drill, buzzing around loudly. It clearly wanted the torso, but Saki's reaction placed her left arm between the drill and the Junkets's main body, almost completely absorbing the impact, so much that the little module reformed its hand to dig the drill out and return to a normal hand. The more heavily armed and armored machine would raise its primary weapon as it closed, a large cannon, leveling it on the Heroic Module as it fired, a massive shell leaving the rail gun, only for the Junkets to duck, as Saki made the motion herself, an explosion resounding in the far end of the lake behind her. Left Arm SP (11/12) Left Arm Kills(5/6) Right Arm SP(7/12) Right Arm Kills(8/10) Impact Cannon Clip Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilots of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type"Yuri remained in the cockpit, waiting for the tactical readout. However, as he took in the scene below, he found, rather suddenly, that he did not need it. He stared down at the image of the large module engaging the unknown Heroic, and his eyes hardened. He turned on his speakers.".... Gebo Squad, the forces engaging the unknown Heroic Module are confirmed terrorist units. We will engage in defense of the Heroic Module, and recover it after driving off these vultures. Provide support fire, and stay away from the large unit. It is highly dangerous in melee, and well-armored; I shall handle it. Pelican, take us in." With that, Yuri returned to silence, until the maximum safe paradrop altitude had been reached. Then, with a groan of metal and a whir of engines, the Geo 3 Type Last stood, and walked for the steadily-opening hangar door." Gebo Squad, launch." With that, the Geo 3 Type simply...fell off the edge, spinning in midair, cloaking making it seem like a simple blur in the air, until it reached the earth, smashing into it with a titanic crash. Still hard to make out, Geo 3 stood from a 3-point crouch, and Yuri spoke over his loudspeakers." Pilot of Unknown Module, this is U.N. Task Force Zeta. We shall assist you in driving off these units." Corporal Taliban Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1PAkira had his doubts on the viability of not considering the heroic module as a threat to their safety considering the fiasco they were witnessing, but at the same time Akira had relative confidence in the judgment of his superior officer and in the end it wasn't exactly up to him how things went, anyway. While he didn't see the wisdom in being forced to engage in the distance, Akira knew that his Majordomo Plus was still more than capable at fighting at a distance as it equipped the Harriman." Tachibana Akira, DM-1P, skims." With that his Majordomo Plus dropped from the Pelican, the more aerodynamic module having a far more graceful descent than the Last would have, the machine eventually touching down. Akira took a breath as he surveyed the situation carefully while he immediately assumed a more supportive posture a distance away from Geo 3 and the terrorists, ready to engage them at the distance with the Harriman as he focused in on basically the target that he would have the clearest shot on. Felicia West Pilot of DM-1-0 "Majordomo Zero""Acknowledged!" With a slight push, the sleek module known as Majordomo Zero dropped from the Pelican, Felicia holding onto the controls tightly. She maneuvered herself down, drawing the enormous coach as she fell, the module's hands holding it in a familiar stance. Firing the thrusters on her module, Felicia landed directly behind the module engaged in melee combat with the enormous Heroic Module." Surprise~"she murmurs to herself. Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Saki's Theme---That autocannon sure was amazing. It completely chewed through that guy! Saki would grin as she ducked the incoming weapon fire from the back Module, leaving only the forearm of the Junkets mildly scratched from that drill thing." Don't you think you're just a little too close?" She'd take a single step closer to the Italian unit in melee with her, the Junkets responding in kind, as Saki would draw the Shinji in the right hand of the Junkets, slashing at the Italian twice. As she attacked, she'd take a quick glance up as new contacts appeared on radar? HOLY? ... Crap. Uh... well, it wasn't like she couldhidesomething like this... Better just... pretend it wasn't her... Spoiler: Actions Hide Saki draws the Shinji in Junkets's right hand, and attacks Italian (2) twice. (1d10+11)[14] (1d10+11)[14] A brilliant flash of violet light, as the massive torrent of energy erupted from Junkets's hand, before quickly slashing downwards. Hand held beam weapons were still difficult for an assault module, but the Junkets made it look so easy, a purely self-contained beam of violet light, not a hilt in sight, seeming to be projected from the hand itself. This blade would tear through the Italian in a single movement, as the Geo Squad descended upon the battlefield. All that seemed to remain was the strange module, already moving to the south, as its massive cannon took aim on the Junkets. However, Saki's piloting skills were clearly improving, narrowly evading that round as well. To the north, the remaining two modules that had been seen before were closing, high in the sky as they neared the action. Aser ewfoawerawer * post roll count doesn't match database Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type"Yuri's grip on the controls tightened as the larger foe rushed away, notably faster than the Last could keep up with." Zero, Plus, remain away from that machine's firing arc. Handle the incoming foes to the north." With that, Yuri began to advance, the Last drawing one of the pistols at its side, and delivering two precise shots at weak-looking points in the larger foe's armor. In addition, the grand machine drew a large sword from its side, the blade's edge beginning to whir.... Spoiler Hide Move 2 hexes south as a free action. Draw Heavy Beam Pistol and Race Schneider. Fire on Italian II, MV penalty included. Willing to spend 1 Luck to turn either a 9 into a CRT, or a 1 into a not-CRT-fail. Attack 1 - (1d10+14)[15] Attack 2 - (1d10+14)[18] Corporal Taliban Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1P"Yare...." The exasperated voice of Akira sounded off, the male giving a sigh as his Majordomo glanced upwards at the enemies." Looks like engaging at range isn't going to be an option this time... Sorry boss." He found himself thinking as he deftly manipulated the controls, changing his stance toward a more melee oriented posture.... He always thought fighting at range a bit tactless, anyway. The Majordomo Plus would ascend at speed as Akira assumed a stance similar to one that someone would take if they were charging into battle with a Katina, the Module's thrusters kicking into overdrive as he charges straight for the enemy in his line of sight. The boss wanted him to leave the big guy to him, so Akira would have to settle for these guys." Waga Harriman NI taken mono Nash!" He would shout just before committing to the attack, giving a resounding"CHEST!" As he brought the Harriman to bear upon the enemy. Spoiler Hide Charging Friedan 5 with Harriman Melee (1d10+9)[10] Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Saki's Theme---"Gotcha." Saki would smile in satisfaction as the Junkets cleaved the Italian in twain, before she yelped a bit in surprise, ducking as the massive shell flew where the Junkets's head had once been." You want to go boom too, huh?" Saki would rush the Junkets forward, oblivious to the Geo squad's plan. The massive module would run across the lakeside, Saki grinning all the while as the big machine cleared the ground in only several steps." Here... we go!" The Junkets's legs would suddenly lower, the girl feinting a quick slash with the Shinji before the Junkets would suddenly leap." Saki-chan KICK!" And it'd go horizontal as she'd attempt to drop-kick the Italian II with the Junkets... Spoiler: Actions Hide Junkets moves 4 hexes towards the Italian II. Saki performs the Saki-Chan Kick on Italian II (Drop). (1d10+9)[16] Felicia West Pilot of DM-1-0 "Majordomo Zero""Got it!" Felicia turned her sleek Mecca away from the Heroic module and glanced down at the sensor information about the two flying enemies. She began to run some calculations in her head, noting the lead pilot's trajectory and distance. With no warning, she launched her own Zero into a dead run on an intercept course, engaging the thrusters and the boosters simultaneously to leap up next to the enemy right as it passed by her. Her blade flashed out of its sheathe, an arc of razor-sharp four-ton metal directed against the enemy's head. Spoiler Hide Melee attacks let you choose a body location, so I'm picking head. Attack Roll: (1d10+5)[13] Damage: 16 Kills (12 base + 4 charge attack) Spoiler Hide More, in the house rules I disabled the ability for melee to get free called shots. Amusingly enough, you rolled a Head on your target list. Kurt, maybe these guys aren't evil! Maybe they are Capitalists~ Sucrose, you forgot that your MP pool was high enough to grant a free action. I'll move you closer to the action. Yuri would close, as his beam spray hit the arm of the heavily armored Italian unit. However, little effect would be shown. It was actually the Junkets that revealed the machine wasn't quite as tough as it thought. Charging for a massive kick, the powerful Module's weight and momentum crashed into the Italian, sending it flying backwards and into the ground, a clear cavity in the center of it. Still, it wasn't yet gone, if clearly stunned for a moment. The Majordomo's would swiftly charge their enemies, as the Zero slashed right through its enemy's head, decapitating the Module. In unison, and with much bravado, the Plus would dash towards the other enemy, the Harriman slowing as it dug into the torso, before slicing clean through, tearing the Italian into two pieces, falling helplessly to the Earth. The remaining flying type moved to return the favor, drawing a dagger, but without its sensors, it seemed to have suffered accuracy, easily missing the Zero.PFC Jane Smith would find herself stalking a strange black Module that seemed to be somewhat casually skating down the high speed road. Wheels clearly upon the feet of the unit, it didn't seem to notice a pursuit, moving at a steady pace. As the signs of battle became clear, however, it would suddenly jerk forward, moving quite quickly, and taking off into the grass. They would get quite close, before the unit simply stopped up ahead. Jane would get a chance to activate the hidden module on the truck she was driving, as five strange new modules burst from all around the signs of combat, clearly having been burrowing underground, but sprawling out, resembling tanks. Still, the black module, the strange ones in the sky, the heavily armored one... they all looked to be of a similar set. Though this newest one was clearly some kind of upgraded type. The back of the truck vanished as the tarp was turned into a cape for Jane's Module. Swinging her Module's arm up she presses the button on the joystick, firing its main weapon twice at one of the tanks as she radios to her allies,"Private First Class Jane Smith Reporting for duty." Spoiler Hide Fire the INFINITE BURST twice at Train 4, yes the much is wearing a cape. (1d10+10)[19] (1d10+10)[11] Yuri blinked, then gritted his teeth as several new units came up on radar. An ambush....just like them. But how did they know that this Module would surface here? Why didn't they take it? He shook his head. Regardless of reason, they were here, now. And that meant that strategy would have to shift." Good work, Majordomos. Dispatch the last flier, and then attack the foe to the Northeast. Work together, and bring it down. We do not want them picking us off, so it will be necessary to keep pressure upon them, but try to minimize contact with enemies that you are not attacking. Geo 6, keep away from the enemy forces until I arrive. These machines are good. They are not invincible." With that, the Russian bear continued his advance, firing on the injured Italian as he moved abreast of the Heroic Module. Spoiler Hide Fire twice on Italian II, then move 2S, turn to the SW, and move 1 to arrive 1N of Junkets. Continuing to keep Race Schneider prepared for defense. No longer willing to spend Luck at present. Attack 1 - (1d10+14)[24] Attack 2 - (1d10+14)[15] Sir yes sir, she radioed back, as she directed her module to stay still and ready itself for counter fire as the sound system was started up to play Arnold song. Spoiler Hide I'm going to steal some of you guy's shticks Dare! DARE TO BELIEVE YOU CAN SURVIVE! I think, Jane probably was old enough to have watched it in theaters and cried at Optimus Prime's death. "Gee.... That one's still up?" Akira mused to himself as he spun the Majordomo Plus about, the Harriman being flipped to change toward its primary firing mode as he took aim toward the remaining flying unit, waiting until his sights lined up." Guess I'll have to take it down, as well." He mused before squeezing the trigger, firing the Harriman toward the Italian that had lost its head." You should have just stopped while you were behind." Spoiler Hide Shooting the Harriman at Italian 4. (1d10+12)[13] Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Saki's Theme---Saki would laugh as the Junkets smashed the heavy Italian unit back. This thing was so strong! She'd grin, seeing it still moving." What, you want another? Well, it'd be rude of me to ignore such an easy request~"And the Junkets would rush forward, Saki raising the Junkets's arm and firing a barrage of shots from the Impact Cannon before leaping into the air with a flying kick." Hachooo!" Spoiler: Actions Hide The Junkets fires the Impact Cannon at Italian II. (1d10+3)[13] Saki moves forward towards the Italian II two hexes. Flying kick of DEATH (drop) targeting Italian II. (1d10+1)[6] Kobayashi Autopilot of DM-1-0 "Majordomo Zero"Swinging her sword through the destroyed head, Felicia brings it back around flawlessly to deliver another two slices to the enemy module." Still up? Not for long!" Spoiler Hide Attack Rolls: (1d10+8)[13] (1d10+8)[16] 12 Kills per hit The green Last simply laid into a tank from behind, as beam fire screamed across the battle, tearing the tank to Kitty bits as slag fell all where it used to be. Meanwhile, the red Last led the charge with the Heroic Module, as its beam pistol destroyed the main sensor of the enemy unit, before the impact cannon simply devastated the machine, causing it t collapse helplessly. The massive kick would miss the dead machine, but tear apart the surrounding ground, causing the ruins of the module to be lost in rubble. The Majordomo pair targeted the last flier, as the head was blown clear off, and the machine was destroyed by the slashes of the massive blade the Zero carried. The counter was plentiful, as the tanks rolled in closer, firing at the Majordomos and red Last, the pilots skillfully evading the fire. But it was the nature of the fire that posed a problem. Powerful green beams of light screamed across the sky. Beam cannons. The remaining humanoid, a taller black module would race forth, wheels on its feet clearing the distance clearly, as a voice would appear. Young, feminine, but full of aggression." Relinquish the Heroic Module at once." And the hand of the module revealed a small cannon, as a red beam of light flew from it, hitting the Junkets's torso. The blast was incredibly powerful... but the Junkets appeared mostly unscathed. Torso SP (20/22) Torso Kills(5/6) Left Arm SP (11/12) Left Arm Kills(5/6) Right Arm SP(7/12) Right Arm Kills(7/10) Impact Cannon Clip (10/75) Energy Points Jane directed her Module to move within range of the closest Franklin Tank, its 'cape' billowing in the wind as it leaped off the bed of the truck and ran two hundred meters. Sliding to a stop, the module raised its arm and squeezed the trigger on its handgun, opening fire at the vehicle. All the while Dare blaring out of its stereo system. Sometimes when your hopes have all been shattered, And there's nowhere to turn, Spoiler Hide Move Towards Franklin (3) and within 8 hexes of it OPEN FIRE WITH INFO BURST (1d10+6)[13] Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilots of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type"Yuri stared at the unharmed Junkets....truly, that was a formidable weapon, to ignore such a blast. However, the battle would not permit him to marvel at the unknown technology powering the beast. Nor would his memories. He turned back to the black suit with a growl. The pistol was dropped, replaced by his second chain sword. Then, the Last began to advance. Almost unthinkingly, with a one-finger push to a button, Yuri fulfilled a promise that he had made back at base. Run had insisted that appropriate music would enhance his performance, and keep him safe.".... You...." The Last picked up speed."...and yours..." The Last reached top speed, and leapt into the air."SHALL" Right Blade-Slash down at right shoulder."NOT" Land. Left Blade-Spinning slash at left side. "CLAIM THIS!" Simultaneous Strike-Thrusts to center mass. Spoiler Hide Drop Heavy Beam Pistol, draw second Raise Schneider. Charge the black unit, and follow up with a pair of attacks with the Raise Schneider's. Attack 1 - (1d10+13)[20] Attack 2 - (1d10+13)[16] Attack 3 - (1d10+13)[17] Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Saki's Theme---"Um, no?" Saki would just flatly refuse the demand to hand over the Heroic Module... that's what this thing was, right? Not that she knew how to use her comms, so the only thing listening to her was the ball, but whatever! She'd gasp in surprise as the new module fired at the Invoke, only for its deadly looking beam to crash into the Invoke for little effect, a little bar beginning to fill up as the Invoke absorbed much of the energy being fired at it. And she'd laugh." Welp, so much for your big, scary entrance! My turn!" And Saki would push the Invoke forward into a slow but heavy run, a new Shinji replacing the dissipated previous one as she'd attack the newcomer. Spoiler: Actions Hide The Invoke moves two SW, turns NW, moves one NW. Saki makes an attack with the Shinji at ???. (1d10+3)[13] Willing to spend Luck defensively to avoid CRT fails. Felicia West Pilot of DM-1-0 "Majordomo Zero"Grinning slightly as her target explodes into scraps of metal, Felicia held her blade up to a ready position. She sighed." Even more? Are they just going to keep sending them a few at a time for us to kill?" With a loud flare of music and thrusters, she dove toward the new Italian in the middle, quickly positioning herself behind it and delivering a powerful slash. Spoiler Hide Moving to one of the flanking positions of Italian Tank (2) and attacking. Attack Roll: (1d10+8)[17] Damage: 12 Kills Corporal Taliban Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1PAkira's attention was suddenly turned to the appearance of an enemy from behind, his hand deftly manipulating the Majordomo Plus." Guess this one is mine." He mused out loud, giving a little twitch as the various different songs being blared through the battlefield and bled in through his come. Not exactly the most professional of fighting forces, the pilot just giving a small sigh as he took aim at the enemy tank-type unit and squeezed the trigger. Spoiler Hide Targeting Marian Tank 1 (1d10+12)[19] Yuri's assault was skillful, but his enemy was not weak. The charge, which would have dismembered a lesser foe was narrowly evaded, as the follow-up swing swung true for the left arm, only for a blanket of pink light to appear between the chain blade and the module. However, that kept the dark machine open, as the second chain blade struck home, the tip breaching the armor easily, grinding away at the internals, shredded metal falling every which way. There was another benefit, of course. As the massive Junkets stormed the new module, there was no escape. A chain blade in the belly, and another pinning the arm. The only defense was the remaining arm, as the Junkets slashed downwards. Another pink shield appeared, but that was no match for the massive power of the Junkets as the machine contacted the beam shield, and pushed right through, as both weapons vanished, and a massive gash appeared down the new module's arm, as it was forced back, the girl crying out in surprise, as it picked itself back up." This guy... don't know what you have against my Ar lion, but she doesn't take kindly to primitives!" And the wheels suddenly backed off, as the Ar lion swept around attacking the Last's flank, as a blade just as black as the armor flung out from its shoulder. Grabbing it, the module moved to impale the Last, only for Yuri to find himself casually evading it.Meanwhile, the green Last once again hold that huge beam spray gun, positioning on the tank type module. It simply exploded. Bits and pieces of what was once a death machine were now just... everywhere. The beams completely eradicated the module. The clip from the weapon would clatter uselessly to the earth. The Majordomo Zero would blitz across the battlefield to find its target, as the massive blade would raise once again, tearing cleanly into the back of the tank type. The damage was impressive, but, despite being heavily damaged, it wasn't finished yet, being sent flying from the blow, and on its side. The Majordomo Plus had decidedly more luck, as it took aim at a tank type, and fired. The single bullet hit true, truer than Akira might have thought possible, tearing into the center of the unit, as an explosion signaled its power plant detonating from the impact, the module becoming useless slag. The green Last stands there, gun barrel smoking as a compartment in its foot opened up ejecting a fresh capacitor. In a smooth motion, it catches the capacitor into the loader of the gun. Turning its attention to the last unattended Franklin, the Last's feet shifted as it started, moving, towards that module. You wonder how you keep going, going Think of all the things that really matter, Spoiler Hide Reload the INFIBURST and Start moving towards the bottom tank thing. Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilots of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type"--Now playing in Storm Radio: Yuri's Blood Heats Up--As he dodges the Ar lion's stab, Yuri turns, and steps inside the enemy command unit's guard, thrusting his left blade forward, seeking to run her through." Primitives?" Next, before the enemy blade can be pulled back, his right blade slashes upward at the sword-maxilla of the Ar lion, seeking to tear off the module's arm." Is it primitive to grieve murdered friends?" Both arms roar upward, and come crashing down, the grinding blades seeking to finally rip through the Ar lion's torso entirely."OR ONLY TO AVENGE THEM?!" Spoiler Hide Not enough movement to get to her flank, even taking an action, so turn, and attack thrice. Attack 1 - (1d10+13)[23] Attack 2 - (1d10+13)[14] Attack 3 - (1d10+13)[20] Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Saki's Theme---Saki would hum softly to herself as the Ar lion evaded away, attacking that other module. Not that she blamed it for attacking the not big scary thing, but personally, taking out the big scary thing first usually seemed like the smart thing to do~ The Junkets would turn and advance, attacking once again with the Shinji. Spoiler: Actions Hide The Junkets turns NW, moves 1 NW, turns N, moves 1N. Saki attacks the Ar lion with the Shinji again. (1d10+3)[12] Willing to spend Luck defensively to avoid CRT fails. Felicia West Pilot of DM-1-0 "Majordomo Zero""Oh, come on!" Felicia frowned, glaring down at the prone tank module as if it was somehow its fault that it had not been destroyed yet. She hefted her blade into a ready stance once more and dove upon her target with a loud battle cry. Spoiler Hide Moving down to the space behind Italian Tank 2 Attack Roll: (1d10+8)[9] Damage: 12 Kills Corporal Taliban Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1PAkira just gave a small, exasperated sigh as his target exploded into dust but the one directly behind him still seemed to be alive. Figuring it better safe than sorry the Majordomo Plus would spin around with Akira taking aim down toward the target below, squeezing the trigger gently as he fired the Harriman twice at the little tank that could. Spoiler Hide Ir shots Italian Tank 2. (1d10+12)[22] (1d10+12)[13] As the Majordomo pair brought one more of the tank type modules to ruin, the Ar lion would find itself in a rather dreadful position. Yuri was clearly the more skilled pilot, piercing the defense of the Ar lion, as the center slash tore through the module's torso, leaving the others to be parried. However, that meant the pilot was busy dealing with the Last, as the Junkets stepped forward, a massive blade of light tearing through the Ar lion. The module was shredded clean in half, as a massive explosion of pink light revealed the power plant's destruction, bits of metal showering down after Saki finished her slash, the blade vanishing once again. With only a single tank left, however, it would quickly burrow back underground, and out of the reach of the powerful modules which had destroyed its leader. The group was free from any immediate danger. "Sir, immediate danger has been eliminated, awaiting orders, sir." Jane radios on the open channel as her much lowers its large gun, the camera on her Last scanning the horizon as she turns off her stereo system. Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type" Yuri is silent for a long moment. Then his speakers turn back on." The enemy emerged from the ground. Do not let down your guard. Gather in loose formation, and watch each other's backs." With that, Yuri turns to the Junkets." Now, pilot of unknown Module. I must ask that you turn that Module over to us. Such a weapon could present a destabilizing force in the region." Yuri lowers his blades, but does not sheathe them." Are you prepared to comply?" "Sir yes sir,"she radioed back, scanning through her IFF systems." Hagoroma Plus, Aroma Zero, move to a distance of 200 meters from Geo 3, enter a three point formation, centered on Geo 3."she radios to her allies, moving to one of the points in the formation. Spoiler Hide Compliance will be rewarded? Been watching Agents Of Shield Sorry if I'm ordering people around. Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - A Brief Silence---And Saki would sigh a bit as the Ar lion exploded, grinning. That was easy~But naturally, this was where things got annoying. Saki would turn, basically ignoring HOLY and their demands for the time being as she'd scan the lake, looking for Tiki. She'd speak to the ball in the meantime." Hey ball, how do I use the comms in this thing anyway? Also, where's Tiki? He is still alive?" Spoiler: Nina Hide "Two human form lives remain active in the lake entrance, comms are established normally through Marina, though I will connect you to their network." And in an instant, the HOLY members would each see Saki, in all her teenage glory, through their comm network. She appeared to be wearing some kind of skin tight suit, though only the upper half was visible. Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Spring Breeze---"Oh, I guess that makes sense. Yeah, go ahead and-"And Saki would stop as she noticed the screen that had already popped up in front of her." Wait wait, you already did it?! And it's video too?! Stupid ball..." Saki would groan, scratching her head a bit before grinning at the camera." This big boy here is my Death bot, and you can't have it~ I found it first, finders keepers. Go get your own, sir~!" Saki would promptly execute a perfect HOLY salute, before turning the Junkets around, running towards the lake where the lifeforms had been detected. Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type"--Now playing on Storm Radio: Winter Call--Yuri is stupefied, for a moment, upon seeing Saki's antics in the cockpit of the immense Death bot, as she calls it. He expected something akin to this, after hearing her voice over the speakers, but the actual sight of it is...surreal. However, as she begins to rush away, he moves instinctively, keeping pace, though, as they remain some distance from the shore, he does not yet attack." If you know our salutes, you know that 'Finders Keepers' is not our policy. If you are deemed suited to it, you may be permitted to wield that Module. However, if you continue rushing into a probable enemy base, without adequate backup, then I will be forced to take that Module from you, child!" The chainsaw blades rise, in preparation for further teenage nonsense. Spoiler Hide Given that at the end of combat, Junkets and the Geo 3 were both facing N, with the Geo 3 to Junkets's SE, and Junkets and Geo 3 have the same movement speed, Yuri can pace Saki rather trivially. Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Spring Breeze---Saki would groan softly as the Junkets was followed. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy, not that she'd expected anything less from HOLY. Still, she'd grin into the camera as Yuri made his ultimatum, clearly completely unfazed, defiant even." Oh, calm down, old man, getting so flustered isn't good for your blood pressure! I'm not going to shoot anyone, so just relax~ I just need to pick up something I left behind in the lake. You can go ahead and call your boss or whatever, just let them know that Lieutenant Commander Amatory's daughter is here with a shiny new heroic module, I'm sure she'll be thrilled to come and pick me up." With that, she'd continue towards the water's edge, turning on the speakers and shouting through them for the first time." Oiiii, Tiki! You still alive out there? Where'd you end up?" ".......sir, requesting permission to shoot her." Jane deadpans at Yuri. Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type" "If she does not stop a reasonable distance from the water's edge, weapons free. Aim for the legs." Yuri continues to speak calmly, occasionally emphasizing words where warranted, as he continues to keep pace, given that they are still a short distance from the lake." She would likely be more aggrieved that her direct subordinate did not take you in the transport that is already here. And she would be horrified to know that I allowed her daughter to endanger herself, as well as the rest of the civilian population here, by approaching the site of an enemy escape pod splashdown. Pause immediately, and we can help you search for Tiki. Refuse, and we will search for him after reducing the 'Death bot' to more manageable pieces." "Sir yes sir,"Jane replied as she raised her beam spray gun, moving in step with Geo 3." Hagoroma Plus, Aroma Zero, Maintain formation, prepare ranged weapons, fire if the module enters within a hundred meters of the lakeshore."she then clips out. Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Spring Breeze---As impervious as ever to threats, especially with several feet of metal between her and Yuri, Saki would continue to move the Junkets forward, smiling a bit as she continued to scan the lake." Hey ball, can you give me a better idea where Tiki is? And that escape pod, while we're at it~"She'd look at the camera again." Hey now, if you really want to shoot this shiny new heroic module that you're going to have the opportunity to recover safely, then go for it, but I'm pretty sure you're the one whose head is on the line there, not me! Besides, this thing is pretty tough, and I totally have the right to defend myself, and I totally will if I have to, so let's not go making silly threats~ Just call your superior and let the big boys back in Okinawa handle it, 'Kay?" Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type"--Now playing on Storm Radio:If I Must, Then I Shall--The Geo 3 unit rushes forward, blades seeking Junkets's left leg." You have been thrice warned. You endanger that equipment and your own life by continuing to walk into a potential second combat. I will now take steps to prevent the equipment from falling into terrorist hands." Spoiler Hide Charge Junkets, 3 called shots to Junkets's left leg servo. Attack 1 - (1d10+7)[8] Attack 2 - (1d10+10)[15] Attack 3 - (1d10+10)[12] "Weapons free, weapons free! Target left leg servo!" Jane barks out over her comms as her module raised Ausbreitung Guitar, the barrel heating up as beams of energy flew out of it in the direction of the experimental module. Spoiler Hide I can't remember the penalty for targeting the leg, so just rolling raw dice. First (1d10)[10] Second (1d10)[2] Saki Amatory, the Girl Who Would Shoot Wildly Piloting the Death bot (Junkets)---Now Playing on Death bot Radio - Saki's Theme---"Oi, oi, are you serious?" Saki would begin turning the Junkets around as Yuri would begin his charge." You realize we're on the same side, right? No? Well, don't blame me if you lose your job over this, mister. I'll do my best not to hurt you." As Yuri would conveniently begin moving into melee range, Saki would maneuver the Junkets into a grapple, aiming straight for the Geo 3's head." Hey ball, scratch that search for now, and close the comms, if you don't mind. Can you access the local cellphone network? It's the same one my cellphone is designed to connect to, and Tiki's. We left our phones on the beach, so we should be able to pick up the proper frequency from there, I'm guessing." Spoiler: Actions Hide Junkets will turn 2 hexes so that the Last is in its front arc. Dismember Attack on Geo 3's head: (1d10+1)[11] Assuming that misses, since Saki's unlikely to hit, repeat: (1d10+1)[3] If the first attack hits, change the second attack to target one of Geo 3's legs. The Junkets was an amazing machine, bending almost as flexibly as a real human, if a bit sluggish, as the shots were fired at it. The beam fire would burn into the grass, as Saki moved about, swiftly evading the majority of Yuri's slashes, but unable to keep the chain blades properly away, as one dug into the leg, tearing through the armor. The Last pilot was too quick, narrowly escaping the massive hands of the Junkets. Before Saki could focus a counter, though, she heard that familiar whirling screech through her cockpit, as would all the HOLY pilots, a quick talking synthesized voice screaming through their comms."ENEMY AGENT TARGETING LOVELY ISLAND. DEFEND LOVELY ISLAND. REMOVE SEABORNE AGENT. MARINA, DEFEND LOVELY ISLAND. ONE INTRUDER DETAINED, SECOND INTRUDER ATTEMPTING TO BREACH." Jinketsu(5/6) Torso SP (20/22) Torso Kills(5/6) Left Arm SP (11/12) Left Arm Kills(5/6) Right Arm SP(7/12) Right Arm Kills(5/6) Left Leg SP(8/12) Left Leg Kills(7/10) Impact Cannon Clip (10/75) Energy Points Captain Yuri Markov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Geo 3 Type" --Now playing on Storm Radio:If I Must, Then I Shall--Yuri opens up speakers again, blades still ready." You see? There is a facility here, that you were about to march into. Are you prepared to pause, and let this be properly planned, child? Or must I finish cutting apart your sense of invincibility to get you to listen?"

Spirits in Steel|rating:3.0

A New Master (Heatherleash & Harry The Cat)

It had taken no time at all for the slave girl to realize that the slaves were in charge; upon entering the service of Master Reid. Master was a light, if that, term used for the man who never disciplined or used his slaves and had let his slaves take over his house. Even to the point where they were wearing clothes from his closet, where most slaves went everywhere naked with nothing on but a collar and the leash to which it was attached; though a few were made to wear clips or things placed in various holes, The Committee, however, must have found about Master Reid and his unruly slaves because Belle had been there for less than a month when the inspector with several guards arrived at the house. The Committee consisted of nine Masters and Mistresses who had been elected to keep the Masters to the rules, basically Masters could do what they wanted with their slaves but outright severe abuse or being far too lenient was not allowed. It was at the Committee’s discretion to determine what that meant for each individual case. Clearly though the Committee thought that Master Reid had been far too lenient. Master Reid, along with several slaves, those who had been in his service for more than six months were taken for retraining. Belle didn’t know what that mean but could imagine. Belle, along with the rest, hands were tied behind them, they were ball-gagged and a butt plug was placed in their asses probably as a form of less severe punishment. They were all given a punishment spanking, though also light, probably to give the impression that a more severe one was coming when they got to their new Masters. They were all placed in the back of a van; there were no windows, so there was telling where each slave would be placed and none of the slaves were going to the same owner. It was clear that they wanted the slaves separated. One by one each slave was dropped off, leaving only Belle. She knew from overhearing the conversation that each slave was being placed with a Master known for being able to deal with rebellious slaves. She felt the van slow down and then stop, the girl was taken out of the van, a guard holding her leash. Furthermore, she was naked now, still bounded behind her back, still with the butt plug and ball gag in place. Any slight hesitation was meant with a sharp and swift feel of the crop on her ass. Once, inside they were meant by the man who would be her new Master. The inspector told her to kneel in front of her new Master, as was proper protocol for meeting a new Master, she stood there. Again she was ordered and again she disobeyed. It didn’t take long to feel the strong hand of the guard punishing her to the ground, soon enough she was kneeling. Belle could hear the inspector speak up as her leash was handed to her new Master. “Well, good luck with this one. She was there less than a month and is already this rebellious. “He seemed to pause for just a moment before adding. “Here are her papers. She’s 18. They called her Belle. Oh, and Reid never took her.” Never took her, meant that Reid hadn’t taken her virginity. She had been trained in pleasing a Master or Mistress, if needed, but the actual act of intercourse could only be done by her Master. It didn’t take too long, after that, for the inspector to leave. She was left alone with her new Master. "Stay there and be quiet!" Sebastian told her. He walked round behind her and stood looking down at her, his shoes touching her bare toes. The soles of her feet were filthy and a definite, unwashed smell drifted up into his nostrils. He read her paperwork carefully. It seemed that every negative adjective and adverb that could be applied to a slave appeared in the descriptions of this girl. It was a pity, she was stunningly attractive. It must be a year, he thought since he'd had what he called a correction job. Furthermore, it wouldn't be just a matter of training and teaching. This tasty morsel would have to be retaught; bad manners, bad habits and bad attitudes purged." Well, first we'll get you cleaned up, on your feet Belle." It had taken all of Sam and Sid's strength to get her into the shower. The two eunuchs were gentle but strong, but a tranquilizer dart had been needed in the end to placate her. When she'd regained consciousness she'd found herself hanging by the wrists from two rings fixed to the ceiling. A spreader bar held her feet wide apart on the bottom of the bath. The two men stood waiting with soap and brushes. "These two gentlemen will now scrub you until you're clean and bright pink all over. Cold water too. Perhaps the next time you need to bathe you'll do it when told and a little more readily." Sid turned on the spray and Sebastian stood with arms folded. He'd enjoy watching the little minx get her first obedience lesson. Slaves were trained in many ways, but they were also trained to take orders about everything regarding their lives. When that order was not in their lives they had a tendency to not take care of themselves very well. They wouldn’t bathe as much or, in her case, find it hard to do so when the other slaves had taken over the bathrooms. They wouldn’t eat well, mostly junk food. Furthermore, they didn’t get proper rest, or they became lazy and slept all day. Really, they were kind of like children that had been made to rule the home; even if they were all really at least 18. She stayed on her knees as he had ordered her to do and rose when he told her to do so but the idea of being forced to do much beyond that didn’t sit well with her and the moment they tried to make her bathe she started to fight them. It didn’t last long… Next thing the girl was waking, unable to move, though she did try, it didn’t take long for her to realize that it was pointless. She started to say no and was met with a spray to the face by one of the eunuchs. They went about scrubbing her and spraying her, the water was very cold; the scrubbing brushes were stiff and harsh. She turned her head just enough and spat at the eunuch closest to her. What to do with this new acquisition? Train her for resale or keep for his own use? Eighteen and a virgin and his; she still stood with her legs held apart with the spreader bar and her wrists shackled high above her head. He was alone with her, his assistants had gone off to their quarters, doubtless to dry off and warm up after all the cold water they'd been splashed with. They'd secured her facing the wall and Sebastian stood admiring her back and her perfect derrière, she really was lovely. Bright pink all over from the vigorous scrubbing she'd been given, she was shivering. He clicked on the heat lamps, she'd soon be warm and dry. He reached out and ran his fingertip slowly down the valley of her spine, from the nape of her neck to the top of the cleft between her buttocks. Furthermore, he felt his cock stirring. Furthermore, he knelt on the floor and leaned forward and kissed her, first her left cheek and then her right. Her skin was still cold. He decided he'd play his favorite game; he'd not take her until she begged him to. His cock came to full erection as he imagined the cruel joy of denying himself relief while awakening Belle's body. A day or a week? Sebastian smiled, this was a game to be played slowly. Running his hands over her ass he resisted the urge to explore between her widespread legs. It was an ass that begged to be spanked. He got to his feet and put on her collar. He clipped on the leash and began to remove the spreader bar. Her fighting had little impact other than to make the two helpers scrub her a little harder. She was now freezing from the cold water and could still feel the brushes on her skin even though the actual washing and scrubbing of her had stopped. Tied up and left with her new Master. She had no idea what he would do put was grateful for the warm lamps on her. Belle felt an odd sensation of warmth running down her spin and between her legs when he touched her and then even more so when he teased her lightly with a kiss to either cheek. She knew what the feeling was, but the description from her training didn’t really do a good job. The slave expected her Master to tease her more, play with her more or maybe spank her but instead her leash went on, and he seemed to begin to take her down. She didn’t really understand, why he hadn’t done more to her while she was chained up and part of her had wanted him to, but she wasn’t going to say that to him. She would hold out as long as he would allow it, or so she though, at the moment. "Your behavior earlier requires that you be punished," he told her as he unbuckled the straps at her ankles. "And this perfect bottom of yours is too good to resist." He left her then, still fastened to the ceiling hooks but standing now rather than hanging. Down in the basement dungeon, he chose a crop. He swung it, it made a satisfying hiss. The leather tongue at its end would be perfect for reddening her pretty ass. Leaving her with her thoughts and fears was all part of the punishment. He made a coffee in the kitchen and took it with him to his bedroom. He undressed, he liked to be naked when he punished slaves, a trapped erection is an uncomfortable thing. His cock was small and harmless looking when her re-entered the bathroom. She was still there of course. The first she knew of his presence was the swish of the crop and the sting of it on her left buttock. "You are required to count the strokes out loud That was the first of twelve. So, say, 'One, thank you' "There was no response so he struck her again, on her right cheek. He body jumped but she made no sound. Was she defying him? An angry red rectangle showed on each cheek where the crop had struck. His cock was erect again." Still twelve to come," he said, "and there'll be twelve more to come until you start counting." Puzzled and a little angered by her defiance he struck her again, much harder. Still no sound, but she made little dancing steps on her tip toes as she struggled against the pain. "I could always turn you round and punish your more tender spots." He was enjoying this, he swung the crop again. Belle was going to be punished; it didn’t even surprise her that it was about to happen. It brought back something familiar from her training days, but she hadn’t been actually punished in what seemed like a long time now. The slave expected it to happen right away but instead made her wait, she struggled a little more. Her long strawberry blonde hair falling around her shoulders, her light blue eyes looking around her, realizing that it was pointless, but she would find a way to disobey him.‘WAP’ the crop hit her hard making her jolt a little. He told her to count; she refused. Another strike, no counting came from her. Her body was still in a nice shape, as, she really hadn’t been with her last master long enough to let it go. The crop certainly stung on her ass, but she remained stubborn. Again ‘WAP’ this time it hurt so much it brought her to moving her toes. She was in more and more pain and the threat of turning her around was heard, but she acted as if it meant nothing. Belle was determined to defy him.‘WAP’ again. That moved her more, and it was hurting more now.‘WAP’. Between the cleaning earlier and the beating now, her resolve gave in, and she let out a quiet but audible “One” forgetting the rest of what was to be said. He heard the faint "One" and smiled. A wave of relief went through him. Trainers spoke of the legendary undrainable slave and Sebastian always worried he'd find her. He loved the punishing, it turned him on, but he shied away from seriously hurting one of 'his' girls. In truth, he wanted them to enjoy the pain, enjoy it to the point that they seemed to welcome it. Done just right and the girl could cum from his punishment. At that point she truly became his slave, his pain slut. He was aroused now, almost beyond control. Her lovely nakedness, the red marks on that perfect bottom, the sound of that softly spoken 'One', the idea that he had eleven more strokes to administer. His aching cock pointed at her ass as if to tell him where to use the crop." You forgot to say 'thank you,' When you feel the next little slap Belle, say 'Two, thank you.' or we're back to one again." The last two, 'Eleven, thank you,' and 'Twelve, thank you,' had been said tearfully and Sebastian smiled. He'd enjoyed it immensely. Now the part they'd both enjoy. Gently rubbing the lotion into the angry red skin of her buttocks was not the way a trainer should treat a slave, but he never could resist doing it. She was supposed to hobble away with a sore ass that throbbed and stung but, what the hell. He let his fingers go where the crop's cruel tongue had never gone. Deep between those firm cheeks, teasing her anus enough to make he squirms and then further. To his surprise he found her wet, very wet, the cropping had turned her on! Belle had responded in a good way. He said nothing, he was sure she'd not want him to know. Reluctantly he withdrew his hand and then allowed himself one last treat. Stepping close he slid his erect cock between her lotion-slick cheeks and began thrusting gently. At the top of each thrust his cock-head appeared at the top of the cleavage of her buttocks, leaking precut copiously. He thrust slowly until his climax began its first contractions deep inside him. He stepped back, breathing deeply. So close, so very close!. Her ass glistened, his cock bobbed with each beat of his heart. Belle mustn't know it, but at that moment he was her slave. Belle expected him to leave her there a while longer, but she certainly didn’t expect the lotion. It felt cool and good on top of her sore ass. Between the lotion and the crop, her pussy, was awakened getting wetter by the moment. She wanted to beg him to make her cum, to maybe finger more or perhaps more, but the girl wouldn’t speak those words as she was still playing the game of being stubborn. Then came his erect cock, she could feel it, and it was turning her on more and more. She moved slightly with him, unintentionally but managed to hold back the moan that was on her lips. Some Masters didn’t care when their slaves came, at least, in private, but from what she had learned in training, most liked to have control over when a slave had an orgasm. Having one without permission was certainly punishable. He hadn’t given her any such permission, and she really wanted him to stop before she came, thinking it would give him satisfaction after teasing her so much. That was the way the girl looked at what was happening at the moment. Then he stopped, all too suddenly, leaving her aching for more. She had no idea what would happen next. If he took her down and have his way with her, make her give him head or leave her there much longer. Her arms were aching from being up there for so long and her ass was less sore than before the lotion but still stung a little, but the worst thing, to her, at the moment, was how much she wanted to be able to cum. He was delighted by her arousal, surprised by the sweet wetness he'd found between her legs. He ran his fingers past his nose, her fresh musky scent seemed to further swell his cock." You're body responded, didn't it? Be careful if you're thinking about relieving that arousal. That lovely body is for the pleasure of your master, or, while you're here with me, for my pleasure. Masturbation is considered as theft because you're taking something away from your master. And theft requires that I punish you severely." He wondered if she is silly enough to seek relief with her own hands. There were hidden cameras and microphones in her tiny bedroom. So he'd know soon enough." You have only to beg for relief and I shall give it to you. That would give us both great pleasure." She still stood in the shower, hands shackled high above her head, her long blonde hair, almost dry now, cascaded down her back, almost to her waist." While I have your complete attention, I'll list what you'll be taught here: To serve at table, to be a pet, a bedmate, and various other household duties. Also, so that you can know what you'll likely experience with your new master you'll experience the punishments," Sebastian chuckled at this moment and added, "whether you deserve them or not. Also, most of the ways to amuse and pleasure that new master. A long list, but you'll not go hungry or suffer more pain than you deserve." He wondered about his own relief. His arousal hadn't subsided. The sight of her helplessness and that sweet crop-reddened ass was a continuous reminder of his need. He stepped close again and released her wrists and stood back." Now go and find Sam or Sid, and they'll show you what to wear while you serve my lunch. This afternoon we'll begin your training. If the sunshine lasts I'll teach you how to be a pet and walk you around the grounds." He left the bathroom quickly, before she could turn round. The sight of the front of her would probably make him lose control, the way his body was responding. With her body responding the way it did, Belle was certainly thinking of seeking relief from her own hands. As he spoke about how that would amount to a severe punishment, she remained silent, really the girl knew that would probably be the case. She was wondering how he would know if she just went to her bedroom and took care of it, not, thinking there might be equipment in their recording her. He might have slightly broken her will but not enough, yet, to beg him to fuck her. She was determined to hold out on him, she could give it enough time, the feeling would go away. At least she thought she could hold off that long. He listed what he would teach her, she wasn't surprised by any of it, except the being punished even when she might not deserve it. It was his right, obviously, but she hadn't really experienced that, yet. With her wrists released, she rubbed her wrists as he gave her next order. She left, to find Sam or Sid with thoughts of what it might have been like if she had just begged him going through her mind. It took a few minutes, but the girl eventually found Sam. After telling him what had been ordered of her, she waited for what Sam would tell her. Sam was always surprised that his body failed to respond to the nakedness of the girls his master trained. It saddened him too. They'd taken away his manhood, but he still found the girls beautiful, especially this new one. He longed to brush her long hair. She really was lovely, what would it be like, he wondered, to feel the animal longing to possess her?" Follow me." He led her to her room. She'd obviously not noticed the closet door or maybe not yet even been to her room. The closet was huge, far bigger than her small room. Sam waved a hand round the closet. "Some outfits will be too big, some too small. I suggest you incline towards garments that are a shade too small, the master has a fondness for girls in clothes that emphasize her figure." He watched her as she gazed in wonder at the three sides of the closet. There was a seemingly endless collection of clothes. "You are required to play many parts as a female slave." Sam listed some as he pointed to each. "Waitress, French maid, schoolgirl. Here is lingerie for the bedroom, corsets, the master loves corsets, you'd look beautiful laced tight into one of these. Here's the harness for you when he wants you to be a pony girl. But for now we should choose a simple dress for you to wait at table. All the dresses are short of course." Sam pulled open a drawer. "Panties, lacy and plain and thongs." Another drawer yielded garter belts and hose." I'll leave you to choose but don't be late. Lunch is at one o'clock, be in the kitchen ready to serve at a quarter to one. Lateness will earn you a spanking at least." Belle, of course, knew nothing of Sam’s thoughts of her and no one had really called her beautiful before, even if the term had been more than correct. Slaves were not normally told they were beautiful, except, maybe in private by their masters. Many felt it might give them too big of an ego, so, the best compliment they could get would be to make their Master hard or to be told that there body was wanted. The girl’s beauty had been unmistakable though from a young age, and it made her wanted as a slave. Beyond her long blonde hair, which only had a slight wave to it, she also had deep blue eyes, her skin was clear and cream colored. Her 5’5” body had a slender but not too small build. Her breasts were big enough to be satisfying for her frame but held up nicely on their own, which was a good thing as slaves were rarely given permission to wear bras. She looked through the small dresses, taking Sam’s words into account, choose a simple, slightly smaller than her actual size pale blue dress. The panties were blue with white lace. She actually hadn’t been expecting to be able to get dressed at all but every Master had their preferences. Belle managed to get to the kitchen in time, for the moment she was being complimented, but it probably wouldn’t last. She still had a stubborn streak that would make it impossible to not get into more trouble before she was completely changed back into the slave she had been. A woman, probably in her mid -twenties with long auburn hair and green eyes met Belle in the kitchen. Her eyes went up to the clock. “On time. Good.” She commented as if making a note to herself. “I’m Sarah. Here I’ll show you what to do.” The woman stood a little taller than Belle did, about 5’7” or so but was built a little heavier than Belle, not much but slightly. She was obvious a slave, but Belle had no idea how long she had been there. However, Sarah was certainly skilled at serving and seemed to have some authority in the kitchen. Once Belle was told what to serve and when, and when it was time, she was sent out with the first item. Sebastian came downstairs and put her pet-walking accessories on the table by the French windows that led into the garden. He took his seat at the dining table and sat waiting. Belle's appearance took him quite by surprise. The little blue dress suited her perfectly. Ridiculously short of course and the bodice too tight. Sam had apparently given her the right instructions. The soup went over her thumb as the bowl tilted, and her reflex made he spills a little on the white, linen tablecloth." You don't put your thumb in the soup, one slap. Spilling soup, a second slap," Sebastian told her quietly. Little blue panties he noticed, as her dress swirled when she turned. With white lace, how very cute she looked, he thought. The bodice emphasized the fullness of her breasts. She really was a delightfully sexy girl. As she walked the pleated skirt tucked sexily under her ass with each step. He was almost tempted to forgive her clumsiness. But the punishment was going to be his entertainment that evening. By the end of the meal she had accumulated thirteen slaps, owing, as punishment. But those could wait." Time for a walk in the garden. Belle." He got to his feet. "You can eat when we get back." He crossed to the window. "Off with your dress and panties, and you can have your pet outfit. When she was naked, apart from her collar Sebastian clipped a pair of cats ears over her hair. He picked up a butt plug that had a lovely plume attached resembling a fluffy cat's tail." Now, bend over and let me fit your tail." When Belle had first trained to be a slave, serving had never been a strong skill of hers and had earned a number of spankings, so to be honest the girl wasn't that surprised by it but was a little surprised at the number she managed to accumulate. He seemed like, what some, might categorize as on the harsher side not too much, but Belle was beginning to understand why she had been sent here. Still, the anticipation of being spanked by him again, made her tingle a little just thinking about it. Not that she would have admitted that. The meal was over, and he mentioned dressing her like a pet. She stayed there as he put on the ears but when he mentioned the cat tail, and she saw the butt plug the girl just stood there for a moment. It would take him three times telling her to bend over before she would, giving a little of the stubbornness that might be a while before it was taken out of her again. Having to retell her earned more slaps to be dished out later. Finally, the girl bent over and once the tail was in place began walking outside with Sebastian. Her reluctance was understandable. Perhaps this was her first butt plug, perhaps even her first anal intrusion. If so she'd been rather brave about it, and he made no comment about her resistance. It had gone in easily enough once she relaxed. He'd lubricated it very well when he chose it. Now she looked perfectly adorable with the fluffy white tail jutting from her pretty backside. Her cat ears were white to match the tail and, apart from them and her collar, she was naked. He handed her a pair of knee pads, "Put these on, half your walk will be as a human pet and half as a pet pussycat, on hands and knees." When the pads were in place he clipped on her leash and led her into the garden. She was required to walk ahead of him and his eyes seldom left her nakedness." There is no litter box in the house so, if the need arises while you're a pet, you'll have to relieve yourself out here." A paved walkway wound through the huge garden. Their second circuit would be done with Belle on hands and knees. He stopped and, with his pocket knife, cut a long thin branch from a bush. He swished it and smiled, she might need encouragement. He wondered how it felt to have the butt plug inside her as she walked. Previous girls had claimed it was very erotic, he hoped so - it was certainly extremely erotic to watch as her tail twitched left and right with each step. He gave her a flick on her left buttock with the switch. The slave did realize that the plug might not have been lubed but was glad it was. She put the pads on with no problem. Belle walked ahead of him as she was ordered to, and it wasn’t as bad as thought but the idea of going to the bathroom out here wasn’t something she would do, she’d hold it first. At least that was what her mind was thinking at the moment. The butt plug, being made to walk like an animal on a leash and the slight sting of the switch made the whole thing more erotic than she wanted to admit, but she could feel an ever so slight tingling growing in her. While walking the first lap; she tripped but didn’t fall over a crack in the sidewalk. “Dammit.” The girl let out; before she could stop herself. Somewhere in the back of her mind, her first training popped into her head and she could only wonder if she would be punished for saying that word or speaking without permission. Her 'Dammit!' gave him the perfect excuse to try out his new switch." As you were probably taught, speaking without being spoken to is wrong. Swearing aloud is worse. The punishment is one stroke for each letter." They had both stopped, and he said nothing more for a few moments. Then with no warning he struck her right cheek. "Say 'Dee' Belle." She was silent." Say 'Dee' Belle or the blow doesn't count." When they were done she had three angry welts on each buttock. One each for D - a - m - n - i - t. They finally reached the house. The walking circuit was done." Now, down on your hands and knees and we'll go round again. It's tougher than you imagine," he swung the switch, it made a wicked hiss through the air and he saw her cringe. "You will go all the way round and if you do it without stopping and without complaint I won't need to use this." He dropped the leash, "Stay there until I tell you to come," he told her. He walked ahead of her for about twenty paces, turned and said, "Come!" He got down on one knee and watched her slow approach. Furthermore, he loved to watch a girls breasts move when they crawled like this. A pretty sight. When she got near he stood up and stepped to one side, "Keep going along the path, I want to watch you move." Her ass, her thighs, the butt plug and its plume of a tail. She was almost impossible to resist. He could order her to stop, then kneel behind her and simply fuck her. A Tom cat mounting his queen. His trapped cock was a torment, he undressed and then followed her, his cock waving. He wouldn't take her until she asked, but the temptation was awful." With those blue eyes I think you must be a Siamese." She knew that she was going to be punished for yelling out a swear word, even in reality it was a light swear, it still counted. Then came the ‘what’ to her ass, it caught her by surprise and she remained silent. Another ‘what’ and this time she spoke, her ass would be sore for days at the rate she was going. When finished the girl could feel the welts and knew there was more to come for her mistakes at lunch. She got down on all fours, as ordered. The girl slowly approached when he said come. It felt odd and uncomfortable, but she didn’t complain or stop. When told to do so, she continued on the path. It was slow, and the girl did have to stop about three times before continuing on. It was noticeable when he undressed and between the way he was treating her and his cock hanging freely made her grow wet and want to be fucked by him. Still, she didn’t say anything, she continued to crawl along the path though with the butt plug and the wetness increasing once again it was rather uncomfortable, and she could only hope he didn’t notice, but it might be hard not to. Following her slow progress was pure magic for Sebastian. The all-fours-crawl made her so unbelievably sexy. The play of her thigh muscles, the inevitable wiggle of her ass with its waving tail - her whole body seemed to be radiating sexuality. He loved it, how exquisite, how perfect she was! Each time she stopped he gave her buttocks a few flicks with his switch. His cock had responded and, fully erect, waved in front of him as if it was seeking her openings, all on its own. He closed the gap between them and grabbed her tail and began giving it playful little tugs. Not enough to pull the plug out of her anus but certainly enough to move it vigorously inside her. Making it fuck her. He wondered how all this was affecting her. Was she feeling only pain and discomfort? Or was her body responding. The jostle of her breasts, the butt plug's invasive presence, her nakedness and perhaps the sight of his erection, would all of these combine to awaken her body? And the switch's sting on her ass? He knew from experience with many other slaves that the body easily turned pain into perverse pleasure too. A circuit of the garden on hands and knees was hard on muscles unaccustomed to crawling. Young Belle must be getting close to rebellion he thought. "You may stop and rest a while. Sit cross-legged here on the path." He smiled to himself. This would test her. She is as exposed as it was possible to be. And the butt plug? She would really feel its presence, sitting thus. He stood, swishing the switch, its sound telling her to hurry and do as she was bid. His erect cock, along with every hit of the switch and the way he had made her crawl was make her practically drip. How she wanted relief, right now, but she was still stubborn enough to not give into begging him. Suddenly, he was fucking her with the butt plug, to her surprise it felt good, perfect, and it took every effort to not moan with the movements. The girl sat crossed leg, knowing that she was on display, and wondering if he could tell how wet she was. The butt plug was far more noticeable like this and her ass stung from the welts and how red it probably was from the switch. She eyed his cock, for maybe longer than she meant to do, but it was so big and hard, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside of her. His rigid erection proclaimed his arousal. But hers was less obvious. Her nipples were more prominent and there was a pink glow across her upper chest. But it was the glistening wetness of her open pussy that told him most. She was his for the taking, he was sure. But Sebastian had a cruel streak that let him enjoy teasing his girls and tormenting himself in situations like this. He'd not let her come, and he'd not let himself have relief. That would come that night, for both of them, separately. He knew she'd get herself off in her room, and he'd do the same, watching her via the cameras. But for now he'd try and keep her aroused until he sent her to her room. The pet-walk had to be completed, she still needed feeding and her punishment for mistakes as a waitress had to be administered. He moved to stand in front of her. His cock was only inches from her face. After a few moments her sat down, cross-legged like her. He reached out and began teasing her nipples very, very gently with his fingertips. She knew that the day was far from done for her. The girl hadn't forgotten about the upcoming punishment and just knew that he wouldn't forget either. He moved closer and his cock being so close was erotic in a way, he wasn't really punishing her with it, but it almost felt that way. It seemed to take a long time, but eventually her new Master took a seat and then began to tease her. It was more gentle than she had expected but still a torture in its own right. God, but he loved nipples. Hers were so erect and hard, standing out so proudly. He ran his fingertips around them, tracing their outline. He wanted to suck them and nibble at them with his teeth. In his dungeon were clamps and weights and even suction devices, all designed please and torment a girl's nipples. But for now he had to be content just to tease them with his fingers. She seemed to like what he was doing. He sensed she was trying to remain motionless, to betray no signs of pleasure, but the look on her face and barely perceptible body movements told him he was pleasing her. Surely this must be increasing her arousal? He took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled, drawing her breasts out into sharp points. He pinched and pulled harder. It must surely hurt but she was silent. He loved her stubbornness." Does that hurt you, or please you, or both?" He released her. Her nipples looked even bigger. He looked forward to having his cock between her breasts and tit-fucking her. He looked down, he imagined his cock would like it too. It was time to finish her walk. "You must be hungry. Time to give kitty her lunch. Let's continue with our walk." The girl remained stubborn, still and silent hoping that her own body wouldn't betray the arousal she was feeling. She wondered what his dungeon looked like, what he had in it. She was certain he had one, even if there had been no discussion of such things. It was just common that Masters did, some better equipped than others. Even her former, joke of a master, had a dungeon. He had never used it as far as she knew and only the slaves who knew that they delighted in such things had taken advantage of it. She had been shown it but had never used it. The question came as surprised, and she didn't answer at first, but before she could really stop the words out came a little, quiet admission of "Both." But then she grew silent again. It was time to eat? She felt the need to get release from the urges she was having but didn't dare, not right in front of him. She got back up on all fours and continued with her walk with him. Sebastian suspected she was, by now, more than a little aroused. He'd seen the telltale glisten between her thighs when she sat cross-legged, and she admitted that his toying with her nipples had some of the desired effect. And of course, there was that butt plug tormenting her whenever she moved her legs. He doubted she'd be able to make it through the night without touching herself. He suspected she'd like more stimulation even now. But, he was aroused too, very much so! Just walking slowly behind her as she struggled along on hands and knees, her cute bottom wiggling, with her tail waving and knowing how her breasts must be jiggling under her, were enough arouse anyone. She was tiring now and kept stopping. He encouraged her with none too gentle flicks of the switch. Her ass was getting quite red. When they got back to the house her food was ready and waiting. A big saucer of milk, a bowl of soup and a few squares of buttered toast." There. Food for my pet. But remember, no using your paws, you must eat it all just as if you were a pussycat." He always liked to watch this; a new slave's first attempt to eat this way. So very humiliating for them. She knew that she would end up touching herself before the night was out as well. Even if, in the back of her mind, was the idea that he would find out...he had already told her that she would certainly be punished for such an act; along with the cumming without permission. Still, the girl wouldn't beg him to fuck her; as much as she wanted it. It was easy to tell he was aroused, and she was rather impressed with the size of him. Her legs were getting sore making the crawling harder; it was struggle causing her to stop and without even a moment, *whack* the switch would come down on her sore ass. Lunch was a welcomed sight; the fact it was on the ground wasn't. Even before he said it; she knew that it would have to be eaten like a cat. Having none done this before she almost didn't want to eat lunch, but her hunger gave into it. On all fours she bent over the dishes first lapping up some milk with the tongue and then some soup. Then tried to get a piece of the toast with her teeth but dropped it on the floor. This continued for several minutes; though she got slightly better with the toast after a few pieces. Still by the time she was done there was some soup, milk and toast on the floor and her face was messy around her mouth as it had been unavoidable. She didn't finish her food but did eat a good bit of it before stopping. Her thoughts wondering if she would get into trouble for the mess and the unfinished food; he seemed strict enough to do just that, but she couldn't be certain. It was amazing, he thought, how erotic it was to watch poor Belle eat like that. The posture perhaps? Her vulnerability? And of course the way her ass stuck up in the air with the tail poking out of her anus, almost as if she was offering herself for penetration. When she'd finished he asked to just hold still. He carefully eased the butt plug out of her. "Now, go clean up, choose an outfit, something really naughty and come and join me in the dungeon." Sebastian was still naked when she eventually reappeared. He approved of her choice of outfits, she looked sexy beyond belief." This morning was all about you Belle, this afternoon you're going to entertain me." He pointed at his cock. His erection had gone, and his cock was small and harmless looking. He glanced at the clock. "It's two o'clock, you'll get this little guy up to full size and keep it there until the supper gong. If it goes soft, or you make me cum before then your pretty bottom will too sore to sit on." Dressed as she was, getting him hard wouldn't be difficult but keeping him that way for three hours without taking him over the brink? That might be a challenge. Her paperwork suggested a definite lack of experience so now she'd have a real chance to explore the male genitals. His genitals. It should be a fun afternoon, for both of them. And if she let him go soft, or made him cum? There was a rack of implements to use on her already reddened derrière and Sebastian was longing to punish her even though she'd been an excellent student thus far. Belle was surprised when she didn’t get punished for making the mess or not finishing her food; her Master hadn’t even told her to clean it up; just herself. She just nodded and went upstairs. Between getting herself clean and finding an outfit; there wasn’t any time to satisfy her own wants at the moment. She could wait. She chose a tight leather lace up top and a tight leather skirt that matched, both in black. Both were too tight and small on her, but that was the way he liked it; besides she didn’t mind wearing these outfits. Soon enough she met him back in the dungeon; it was very noticeable that his erection had been taken care of. Then came his command; get him hard…that might not be difficult, but Belle seriously doubted she would be able to keep it like that for that many hours. She didn’t have a great deal of experience and this was a difficult task. Still the girl went to her knees and began, feeling, playing with and using her mouth to toy with his cock and balls in an effort to get him hard. She looked good enough to eat. Now there was a thought! But no, that afternoon was going to be devoted to his genitals, not hers, or was it? He looked forward to going down on pretty Belle. A little later, maybe. Taking turns on the brink might be fun. The laced up top was almost corset-like and emphasized he ample breasts perfectly. The too short, too tight little skirt made her legs seem longer and her ass bigger and even more perfect. She'd dropped to her knees so readily she'd surprised him and right away she was busy with hands and mouth. His cock soared to full erection in moments, so quick and easy that it surprised him." Easy, slowly, gently," he cautioned her, "if I cum you'll have a sore ass Belle, and I'll have a limp cock and that would mean more punishment." Sebastian watched her trying to swallow his cock, but she kept gagging which he found very sexy. He'd like her to deep throat him, but maybe one of the kitchen girls could teach her that skill. For now, knowing his cock was teasing the back of her throat was enough. She was gentle with his balls as her small fingers played with him." Stand up, Belle, show me what you're wearing under that cute skirt." Maybe it was that she was horny or that she didn't want to be punished again at the moment but either way she, at the moment, did as he had ordered. She doubted her ability to keep him hard and not get punished but for the moment she would do as he asked. When he told her to slow down she did keep him hard but more lightly touching him than keeping it going at it fast. He was bigger than what she had to suck even during training, and it made her gag; deep throating was a learned trait with those who weren't blessed with it. There was a small reprieve, and she stood, letting her skirt fall to the ground to revel the black lace g-string underneath. She stood with the little skirt around her feet. The tiny G-string was made of black lace, the little triangle barely covering her mound. Little curls of pubic hair peeped out. Sebastian wondered if he could keep hard until five o'clock by just looking at her." Turn round," he ordered her. Dear heavens! The string dipped from the waistband and disappeared down deep between her buttocks, completely hidden. Buttocks still reddened from the visit to the garden. He stepped close and let his erection nestle between her cheeks. He reached round and cupped his right hand over the swell of her lace-covered mound and pulled her against him." Perhaps I can arouse you too, Belle? If I was to slip my hand down inside the front of your thong would I find your pussy wet?" He released her and went and sat in the big leather armchair. He spread his legs. "Come here and kneel between my feet and take a nice leisurely look at my secrets, then perhaps we can swap places, and I'll inspect yours." He glanced at the clock and then at his cock which had softened a little. "Half an hour gone. Better hurry - a soft cock will mean a very sore bottom for Belle." She didn’t think anything about modeling what was under her clothing for him or turning around when he ordered her to. It wasn’t really a big production, and he didn’t seem to care about that part of it; for the moment anyway. The girl didn’t’ shave; and he hadn’t required it of her, though, she did recall some Masters preferred it, others didn’t and some didn’t care. The question wasn’t responded to, but the truth was yes, he would find her wet…more wet than she cared to admit at the moment. Then he sat and told her to look at his parts; she just stood there for a moment before hearing the second part of it. The girl went on her knees in front of him and kissed his cock, before taking it in her hand and running her fingers over it; playing with it lightly to get it back to firm. There was something magic about having a girl kneel in front of him like that. She looked happy to be doing what he asked. The top she wore, and her position showed the tops of her breasts to perfection. She bent and kissed the tip of his cock. Then she began playing with it and in no time at all he was fully hard again. It seemed to fascinate her, and he wondered, not for the first time, how little or how much experience she had doing this sort of thing. His erection had come back in no time at all. Hardly surprising. A bead of precut appeared from the little opening in his cock head, and he watched her touch a fingertip to it, and when she lifted her finger a glistening strand appeared between her finger and his cock. The further away the finger went the longer the strand got. Then it broke, and he felt a tiny cold moment as it fell on his thigh. He caught her eyes on his, and she smiled - he fancied she'd found the moment as fascinating as he had. There was lubricant in a bottle in a pocket on the side of the armchair, and he reached for it. "Hold out your hand," he told her and squeezed some into her palm. "We don't want me getting sore do we?" He taught her to stroke his cock the way he liked it, how tight to squeeze, how fast to pump him. "If you lose control, and you know I'm cumming, squeeze my cock hard and it will stop me. Squeeze hard, it won't really hurt and if you're lucky I won't cum and after a while you can start stroking again. Then you won't get spanked." Keep this up for half an hour, and maybe we'll swap places. But explore all you like. Men's balls are funny thing but be gentle, they are easily hurt but having them played with is so very, very nice. He leaned back and closed his eyes leaving her free to play with him. This wasn't the end of her being spiteful or would she start completely obeying him, but the slave was fascinated by her Master's parts. And it was nice to have a slight break from being whipped by him. Besides, she had trained more for this scenario than the one that she had come from. She put the lube on her hands and gently worked it onto his cock; the leftover being worked over his balls. As he said to do, she squeezed his cock when it seemed to want to cum for only a few moments then released. She was a little worried about hurting it even though he said she wouldn't. Kneeling in front of him with her hands on his balls and cock was making her wetter, and she so badly wanted to touch herself that her hand moved off of his cock for a moment but then, realizing what she was about to do, went back to the task at hand. ((So sorry for the week's delay ....... endless problems with the snow, a roof leak and other stuff - worst winter the province can remember))Sat like that, eyes closed while this beautiful young woman brought him so close to cumming was a pleasure almost beyond belief. She was a natural! Twice she took him to the brink, twice she sensed it and squeezed the root of his cock, holding back the tide. It hurt, but not badly, and it was a good kind of hurt. She still wore the tight-laced top and the tiny thong, he liked that and looked forward to taking them off for her. He sensed she was aroused. She was flushed dark pink from her throat down to the rise of her breasts - that was usually a sign. But her arousal was part of what this was about. He didn't want to take her against her will, he wanted her to want him, even to beg him to pleasure her. The stroking went on. Her clever hand massaging his rigid, glistening cock. Then she'd gently play with his balls and all the time, in the background, his climax hovered as his body sought the release he craved. The half hour passed and Sebastian wondered if he could last until five o'clock. He so badly needed to cum, his body cried out for release. Time for a pause. He gestured for her to stop and stand so they could swap places. With her seated, he knelt between her feet. A Master kneeling before a slave! Surely a first. The tops of her thighs glistened wetly. He touched the fabric of the tiny thong, she flinched. It was soaking wet. Belle was indeed aroused." Is there something you'd like me to do to you Belle. You mustn't neglect my cock but for the moment, perhaps you would like to touch yourself while I watch or have me touch you." Sebastian wanted to taste her, to kiss those wet thighs. His cock waved as the blood pulsed though it in time with his heartbeat. He suspected the joys of her pussy would keep him erect. He stared at the tiny fabric triangle that covered her mound and waited for her to speak. She had thought, for certain, that her ass would have been red from a beating by now. That there was no way she could have kept him from cumming for this long, but she had somehow managed it. The slave was still certain that the spanking was a certainty; that she couldn't possibly keep this up for as long as he wanted. While, her Master was making her do things he hadn't just fucked her. Something else, she was surprised by. The girl kind of wanted him, she wasn't really certain about asking for him to fuck her, but the girl did want it, especially, after getting a good look at his cock and how big it was. When they switched places; she didn't know what to think, then he knelt before her...though .she still knew he was in charge, but it felt odd, and the slave couldn't have imagined that ever happening." Would you touch me, Master?" She quietly asked wanting to feel a part of him on her, even, if it was his fingers. She was asking him to touch her! How strange, he thought, it was his right to do anything to her short of permanent injury and to have her do anything for him. And yet the simple request had come despite her training. But he realized he'd asked her if there was anything she wanted. They'd both broken basic rules. They were both aroused, both wanting, needing gratification. His arousal wasn't likely to subside while he knelt there with her sex inches from his face. He supposed the five o'clock deadline was safe. This wasn't how he'd planned it, but there was no way she could have kept handling him that way without him cumming uncontrollably. So he'd focus on her, practice his techniques, perhaps even try and keep her on the edge until five. The little triangle of black lace barely covered her mound. He longed to peel it aside and expose her but despite his longing this was meal to be eaten slowly. He bent and kissed her in the center of the scrap of cloth. Furthermore, he heard her gasp and felt her body tense. Was she thrusting her hips up slightly to meet his mouth? Her musky scent filled his nostrils and his cock seemed to respond. Was it possible to cum from just being aroused? To cum with touching or being touched? Sebastian turned his head and kissed the top of one thigh and then the other. He licked her soft moist skin, tasting her. He kissed and licked all over her thigh tops. At last, unable to resist any longer, her hooked a finger under the side of the thong and pulled it aside, exposing her. With her legs spread wide she was open. Her labia were like exotic flower petals. She was pretty pink inside, and she glistened, her pussy was like a dew drenched orchid. Beautiful, utterly beautiful. With lips and tongue he explored, kissing teasing, sipping her nectar, knowing her arousal must be rising. Her clit was there, seeming to beg for loving, but he carefully avoided it. Nipping her lips with his teeth, pretending to take little bites from her and all the while his cock kept its heat and hardness, it was begging too. But he kept teasing her and himself." You have a beautiful pussy Belle," he told her, "it's perfect." He began stroking her soft curls with the backs of his fingers, deliberately teasing her, keeping away from her open pussy, letting her wonder if perhaps he was finished. Would she beg for more or be good slave and be silent? Still two hours 'til five. Could either of them last that long? He kept stroking her pubic hair but brought his face close to her pussy again, letting her feel his breath on her. He had asked her what she wanted? It seemed strange to her, but she had been taught when asked a direct question to answer. That was what she had done. She was following what she knew, and her training had been broken anyway, even though, it was slowly coming back. She was wet and part of her wished he would just make her go down on all fours and fuck her. Part of also wished to feel his mouth on her. He teased her, over and over again. She moaned light and moved to his touch. She wanted more…more stroking…more of him on her. The wetness became more and more until it was dripping off of her. She couldn’t stand it anymore…she wanted to be able to cum really badly. A quiet.breathy…” Please…. Master…” came out of her mouth as she moaned and moved more and more to what he was doing to her body Sebastian wasn't a cruel man. Among the slave traders he was sometimes thought of as a little soft. But he did like to tease and torment his slaves sometimes. Like foreplay, it was the spice that made the meal perfect. Orgasm denial was his favorite. A masochistic streak in himself made him enjoy being subjected to it every bit as much as he enjoyed watching one of his girls endure it. The explosion, when it came, was worth the cruel waiting. He'd developed it to a fine art, able to take himself to the brink without going over. He'd learned too to judge the moment when to make his captive draw back. Belle was near to begging now for release. 'Please Master,' she'd said, and he knew she meant 'Please Master let me cum, make me cum.' She might even have meant, 'Please fuck me now Master.' Sebastian would do neither and nor would he allow himself to reach orgasm. Not for the next two hours, maybe for longer. He got to his feet. "Stand up Belle." He slowly began unlacing her top. It was tight and as he undid the laces the front opened under the pressure from her confined breasts. Finally, he opened it, exposing her. He breathed in. "They are lovely Belle, beautiful." They were, full and tight skinned, big enough to swing a little with their weight. Her nipples were big and dark pink. They jutted, obviously engorged already by her arousal." Do you know a girl can cum just from having her nipples played with? Now, stand with your feet wide apart. Yes like that, a little wider. Now, I'm going to make you nearly come. Would you like that Belle? Would you like to nearly come?" With her feet apart she'd not be able to stimulate herself by squeezing her legs together, much as she'd want to. God but he was hard! He longed to touch himself or order her to do it. His erection had never even begun to soften. But he'd let her pleasure him after this little scene had played out and see how close he could get. A drop of her juice fell from her. He saw it, a tiny glistening drip from her pubic hair onto the carpet. She was indeed excited. Her body was readying her for mating, but her lovely body was going to have to wait a long while yet." Now," he whispered, "let's see how close I can get you my lovely Belle." He reached out and began flicking her nipples up and down by wiggling the middle finger of each hand. He saw her shoulders begin to move as her body responded to this gentle abuse. Her nipples were hard, and he watched as they appeared to swell and to jut out further as he flicked them. His cock seemed to harden too. Just watching her teats being wiggled was so very erotic. They begged for suckling ... but not yet. He paused and reached down with his right hand and caught some of her wetness on his fingertips. He anointed her nipples with her own wetness, running his fingertips over and around the hard nubs. Furthermore, he played thus for a while, resting his aching fingers. Then, he began to flicking again, knowing she must be feeling the jolts going from breasts to pussy. Knowing the arousal must be building. She'd beg again ..... she'd beg again, soon

A New Master (Heatherleash & Harry The Cat)|rating:2.0

Mistaken Identity (Life on Mars_butterfly0408)

"You look tired demon..." Morgan taunted as she defensively stalked about the temple, drawing him ever closer to his demise. So far so good. He had fallen right into her high priestess's perfectly laid trap. Everyone in the village below was in on it. The only thing she had not anticipated was how the temple would suffer in their battle as it had been taken high on the hill to it. It would not be able to be used after this. Soon it would be nothing but ruins and the final, eternal resting place of the demon before here. A few hundred more feet and he would walk right into the center of the binding circle she had already placed for him. Only one word from her lips as he reached the center, and he'd be trapped forever in a stone statue. A fitting punishment for him." Come now demon, I am hardly winded," she taunted further as she leads him right though the circle. Just a bit more, "Do not disappoint me now. Come forward and fight me." "I have more than enough strength to finish you, witch." Broderick spat back as he took another step forward. He was dressed in black leather and furs, stained with the blood of a few reckless villagers who ad dared to interfere with his battle. His gripped his large claymore tighter as he followed the priestess through the temple grounds. "I will kill you here, there return to the village you tried in vain to protect and slaughter the men," his evil smirk grew wider," and make whores of its women." He picked up the pace as he followed her, his mind only focusing on his prey. He was barely winded from his pursuit of her, such mortal inconveniences long since lost on the blood-soaked battlefield of his past. "Stand still woman so that we may fight!" A smirk crossed Morgan faces. Five more steps or so and it would be perfect. Just perfect. "Come demon and catch me if you like. You may try at least, but you shall fail and peril." Only two steps now. One. And finally, "Eehtdinbi!!" she cried out. The word seemed to make no sense, but it did to her. It what a word she created to bind Broderick. One only she knew and could use against him. And it worked perfectly, just as planned. The moment the word was spoken, the circle she had so carefully drawn and hidden came to life below him and chains of her power wrapped around him, twisting and bending him as they stilled him into a statue of living stone. He had only a few seconds left before he would be still forever. Morgan approached, drawing a knife to finish the binding once he was frozen. "Any last words for the world demon?" she asked, that smirk nice and wide on her lips now. "I will enjoy killing you, treacherous witch!: he snarled as he unwittingly stepped into the center of her trap. He only paused when she shouted her word of power, feeling his feet lodge themselves into the ground and refuse to move." What sorcery is this!?" He screamed in rage, his body contorting and flailing as he felt the tendrils of her power snaking through his body. The magic coursed through his veins and strangled his nerves causing him to scream in agony. In a last attempt to slay her he swung his sword though the air, only to have his arm freeze in missile leaving him holding the bloody blade tightly in his grip. He heard the blade being drawn before he saw it and turned his eyes in his still head towards Morgan. "Any last words for the world demon?" He heard her ask, her victory secure. He had no words for her, all he had was but into a primal scream that came from the depths of his soul. It was filled with all his hatred, rage, and bloodlust and echoed throughout the town sending villagers running to their homes in fear. It was all directed at her, but it was all for nothing if he could not move. "How fitting," she commented on this cry of death. It was the last thing he heard before the spell took a final hold. He was stone through and through. Taking the knife, she cut open her own palm and held her bleeding hand to his stone chest. "My blood binds thee. Forever and eternally. Cast in stone." It was done. Broderick was defeated. With her head high, Morgan left the temple, returning to a hero welcome at the village below. Finally, all was right again... The years passed. The village grew, prospered with the defeat of Broderick. Centuries pasted, wars were fought, and in the blink of an eye it was the new millennium. That little village was now a fairly large country town. A tourist spot. The highlight of which was the ruins of the once great temple. The centerpiece, the great stone demon. Diana grew up in the town. She knew the ruins well. Something about them always seemed to call to her. Drawing her to the statue all the time. She would gaze up at it and swore from time to time it gazed back. A life in the eyes of it. Impossible. This was just like another other day. Diana gazed up at the stone demon and could not help but reach her hand up to touch the stone blade in his hand. "Ow!" she said as a sharp pain coursed through her hand. She had cut herself on the stone and a few drops dripped onto the stone of the statue. Thinking nothing of it. She quickly left to wrap her cut... But something terrible had just taken place. The great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great niece of Morgan... the carrier of Morgan's blood had touched the statue with ancient blood and the spell.... was broken. Slowly, the blood seeped into the stone. Within a few hours, Broderick would be free once more. And find himself in a whole different world then what he last saw.((IOC: I figured it might be kinky to have him come in search of Morgan, find Diana and drag her back to the temple. MMM. At least I think that's kinky)) ((sounds kinky to me =)))An eternity. That was what it felt like trapped inside the stone enchantment. Time barely passed at all in his prison, the visions that passed through his cold, stone eyes seeming more like dreams than true sight. As the centuries passed only one thought stayed with him, kept him from slipping away into the void: vengeance. It came without warning. His blade had called out to him, feeling flesh yield underneath it's frame for the first time in over a thousand years. Then taste of blood filled his mouth. Then, agony. His stone skin began to crack, and in the eyes of the moon Broderick burst shed his prison sending stone fragments thought the air in an explosion of light. His sword his the ground, embedding itself in the rock underneath them as he collapsed to the ground. In his first moments of living again his lungs held no air, his veins no blood. He struggled on the ground, writhing in agony but desiring it to never end, the joy of simplyfeelingagain making him want to howl. Then, with one gulp of air his lungs filled, and his heart began to pump and Broderick looked to the full moon and let out a scream not heard since the ancient times but still filled with that horrible promise. He echoed throughout the town like it had once before, and for a single second its inhabitants paused what they were doing to look to the hills. It was over as soon as it began though, and they returned to their duties. Grasping the hilt of his sword Broderick dipped the finger of his gauntlet into a small drop of blood on the ground. Raising to his nose he sniffed, grinning at the familiar sent. The hunt was on. Diana was lounging on her sofa in her little one-bedroom apartment, reading a book and listening to the sound of the TV, even though she was not watching it. Only in a pair of PCs to make herself more comfortable, she was getting to a great piece of the book. A battle pending, ready to break and then.... something. She paused from her book and looked up. Something was, wrong. Something was in the air. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Setting her book down, she rose from the sofa and went out on the little balcony that looked towards the hills. The air was cool, especially in her tank top and shorts, her bare feet to boot, but something seemed to call to her. Taking a deep breath, she gazed into the night. The full moon lit up the sky and the ruins glowed on high. Something... was coming. She did not know how she knew it, but she did. Things had changed. Broderick no longer recognized the countryside. The trees were different, as was the air. It carried with it a strange sent that burned his nostrils, soot and ash, and something he couldn't place. He ventured into the town, his large form hidden in the shadows between buildings and behind fences. He knew not how long he had been imprisoned, how long Morgan had to prepare for his return, but he would not be tricked so easily a second time. His sword was sheathed at this side and as he moved through the strange buildings with their smooth roads of stone his armor kept silent, for he knew how to remain unnoticed to the eyes of mortals. He sniffed the air, watching a metallic beast roll as fast as a horse, but drawn by nothing. He did not understand this strange magic, nor did he care. Only one thing mattered in his mind. The farther he traveled, the more he realized This was not the village he attacked all those years ago. He knew he was in the right place however, could feel it in his bones, for only one creature hadthatscent. Jumping over a fence he landed in an alleyway next to a three-story building. He looked up to the highest window, knowing she dwelled within. As he gripped the handle of his sword tightly, his lust for vengeance commanding him to burst in and attack. As he though this is a dog appeared at the end of the alley, growling and barking at the force of evil it sensed. Faster that any man could he drew his sword and silenced the mongrel, moving to the shadows to see if he was noticed. The dog barking from below was always so annoying. The neighbors dog. Ugh, she wished it would just shut up. And then, with one final yelp, it did. How odd. It usually barked for hours this time of night, but she did not think a second thought on the matter. She was too tired to care about the mean mutt. Turning out the light and shutting off the TV, she turned in for the night to her bedroom. Curling up under the covers, she rested her head against the soft pillow and gazed a little while through the window, mesmerized by the light of the full moon as it cast itself in upon her in bed. A few minutes later she was peacefully asleep. Nothing. He smiled to himself and made his way to the wooden staircase that led to her door. The wood creaked under his frame as he made his way up. He was surprised Morgan would have such easy access to her home, but he did not overlook his good fortune. When he reached the door he pressed his ear against it, listening for movement. She was inside, he could feel it. Lining up his shoulder he slammed his bulk against the door frame, breaking it off it's hinges and sending it falling to the floor. He stood in the room, drawing his sword and looking for his foe. "Morgan! I've come for you!" Diana sprang up and awake right away as her eyes tried to focus on the darkness of the room. What was going on?! Feeling for the lamp next to the bed, she turned it on and quickly hopped out of her bed, heading for the door leading to her living room. "What the hell-" she opened the door without thinking and half exiting the bedroom as she flipped on the lights in their as well, giving her a nice view of him. She froze. A million things rang through Diana's head all at once, but one thing was dominated over all other things. I must be dreaming. The man standing before her was the statue. The demon statue from the ruins. There was no denying it. She had seen the statue since she was young, she knows the dark, handsome figure anywhere. And since that was impossible, she had to be dreaming. Perhaps it was one of the erotic dreams? Her eyes lowered then to his blade.... that didn't seem like it belonged in an erotic dream. This must be a nightmare! Reacting as quickly as she could, she retreated back into her bedroom, shutting the door and locking it behind her. Had to be dreaming! Had to be dreaming! When the light flared through the open door he shielded himself, expecting some sort of attack only to find nothing assaulted him. Then he saw her, Morgan in the flesh. There was no denying who she was. Her dress may be different, but that face and smell...it had to be her. She looked terrified of him, as well she should. He had waited to long for this moment. "Morgan!" he roared at her as she closed the door, "do not think you can run from me!" Surging forward he raised his boot and kicked down her bedroom door, shattering the wood and sending splinters everywhere. He looked down at her, snarling. "Remember me witch? I've come to finish what we started." The force of him knocking in the door actually there her back and to the ground. Pieces of wood fly at her, cutting her arms as she held them up in front of her face for protection. Ow... it hurt. The cuts... hurt. This was not a dream! You can't feel pain in a dream! This was REAL! Now even more fear was coursing through her as she looked up at the man towering over her with his sword in hand. Diana's jaw hung open in shock a few moments, no sound able to form before finally, she screamed! "AHHHH!!!" The cry was high-pitched and shrill, filled with terror. Terror and fear for her own life! "Don't kill me! I didn't do anything wrong! I don't know who you are! Furthermore, I've never seen you before in my life!" She struggled to push the pieces of door over herself to flee. Benedict looked down at her, anger and confusion coursing through him. Where was the fiery temptress who sealed him away? Who mocked him on the battlefield and confounded him at every turn. He reached out and grabbed her by the throat, picking her up with ease and hurling her to the bed. His sword pressed against her throat and could have easily taken off her head if he so wished. "You expect me to believe that the wench who sealed me away does not remember me?" he snarled in her face. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath on her face. "Remember me now, Morgan?" She let out the slightest of screams as his fingers wrapped around her throat before the grasp grew tight, cutting off her air and all other sound. That is except for the gasping then, a struggle for breath. When finally he let up just enough to breath once again, she found the cold touch of his blade against her skin. Panic filled her. He was going to kill her and it was a mistake! A terrible mistake! It had to be. He was calling her Morgan. "My name isn't Morgan!" she cried out before tears of fear started to roll down her face and she whimpered, "I-I'm D-D-Diana! And I DON'T want to die!" She was crying violently, her hands clawing at his hand on her throat to try and get him off her. "Please! PLEASE!" With a snarl he threw her head back, letting her lay on the bed as he backed away. This was not the Morgan he knew. His Morgan would never beg so pitifully, nor would she shed a single tear for herself. She called herself Diana...was he wrong? No. Her smell was the same as the priestess who cursed him. She had to be her! There was some kind of foul magic at work here, and he would get the truth out of her, one way or another. Sheathing his sword he reached for the bedsheets she lay on, easily ripping the fabric into several long strips. Without ceremony, he grabbed her arms and bound her wrists together in an expert knot. "I will learn the truth of this manner, foul witch, in the place it all began." He would take her back to the temple. How fitting it would be to exact his revenge in the same place she bound him. Taking another length of cloth be gagged her mouth and flung her over his shoulder, heading for the door. For a moment, she thought she might have actually talked some sense into him. Perhaps he realized how wrong he had been since he moved away. A sigh of relief rang through the air as she watched him put his sword away. Thank God, he had come to his senses. Whoever he was. Not!" What are you doing?!" she questioned as she watched him start to rip her sheets. Somewhere inside her, she knew what he planned with those now ruined pieces of cloth. "No! Please don't!" She said as he grabbed her wrists. Okay so NOW he was kidnapping her! Time to try and talk new sense into him. "I promise you won't get a good price for my ransom! No one would pay you for me! I-" The rest of her plea was cut off on a "HEY!" as he gagged her. All the rest then was muffled as she started to kick and scream into it. Where was he taking her? What did he mean take her where it began? How could this be happening to her? Bad things happen to good people! He stepped out into the moonlight, his eye's annoyed by the strange lights emanating from the poles along the road. Normally he would not have bothered with the gag, but he did not yet want to alarm the villagers of his return. He wanted no one to interrupt him as he took his revenge on the priestess. He smirked at the thought. Oh yes, this would be fun. Grasping the edge of the roof her flung himself up and over it, landing on the top of the building shaking her up but doing no damage. Looking around he bent his powerful legs and ran forward, jumping at the edge of the roof and landing on the adjacent dwelling. He landed hard but no worse for wear and ran for the next jump. Like this he made his way through the town, insuring no one saw him of his captive. Eventually he crossed the whole of the village and landed on the sidewalk. Sprinting off towards the hills and the darkness they provided. He carried her like a sack of potatoes up towards the temple ground, enjoying the view of her ass bumping up and down right next to his face. "Tonight," he told her, "you shall pay for trapping me in that stone prison!" His threat was lost on her. She had been unconscious for quite some time. From the moment he took the two of them to the top of her roof to be exact. One look down at the ground below, and it was just too much for her. She was freaked out enough at it was, adding heights to that and just... too much. She hung limp over his shoulder then, lost in and unnatural slumber. In her dreams though, something strange occupied. She saw a woman in her dream. A woman that looked just like her. She tried to reach out to her for it looked as if the woman was trying to tell her something. Some word for her lips moved, but the sound was lost over the distance between them. It was only now that Broderick noticed the state of the temple. It was nothing more that ruins, nowhere near the splendor it had been when their battle began. Time had taken its tole on the structure, leaving it crumbling and fading away. Entire sections seemed to have disappeared since last he laid eyes on it. How long had he been trapped? Pushing it out of his mind he headed for a section of the temple that had been overgrown with vines. His sword made short work of them, revealing a stone wall with a hold in the middle. Reaching out he grasped the slab and with his tremendous strength pulled it forward revealing a hidden room behind it. It was dark and musty, the air old from being sealed off, but he paid it no mind. Taking his prey in hand he trudged on, sealing the door back up behind them. He walked through the dark hallway, entering a circular chamber with a stone slab in the middle, the length of human body and stained with blood of a thousand sacrifices. As he entered it seemed to come to life around him, the torches igniting and giving the room some illumination. It was here he placed her unconscious body, taking a moment to look over her features. She was truly a beauty, and the thin garment she wore made his loins stir for the first time in a thousand years. Smirking to himself he brought up a pair of iron manacles, untied her wrists, and bound them to chains. They were slack enough for her to lift her arms, but not enough for her to escape. He took a step back, leaning against the wall as he waited for her to awaken. At first, Diana stayed still as the stone she lay upon. The only movement from her body the rising and falling of her chest as she would breathe in and out. After a few minutes, the chill of the stone and the air of the room started to effect her body. She shivered from time to time, but one part of her had a constant effect. Her nipples grew chilled and as so became like little pebbles beneath her shirt, poking at the thin fabric. Was not long after that, Diana finally started to stir back to life. At first, it was just little movements, nothing more than squirming upon the stone. Then her head rolled a little from side to side and finally they opened. Her vision totally out of focus at first. The darkness of the room did not help it knock back into focus as well. But soon it was starting to get clear. And the first thing she says was her hand chained up next to her head, laying upon blood covered stone. With a gasp, her eyes went wide, forcing a full focus at last as she struggled to get up, but was stopped by her chain bindings. "No!" She cried out as she pulled at them once again, and pulled, and yanked! This wasn't happening! She started to pull so hard at the chains, the rusted metal cuffs started to cut at skin round her wrists. Through the whole thing, she had yet to notice Broderick watching her from across the room. "I wouldn't do that." His voice cut through the air like a saw, tough and grating. "You might damage your wrists and bleed out. Can't have that." He stepped out from the corner, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of her nipples poking out through her shirt. He could not remember seeing such a provocative sight in ages. Composing himself he drew is sword, slowly circling her. "I've waited long in that stone prison you put me Morgan, it passed by like a nightmare. Once I thought I would never awaken from." He moved closer to her, his leather covered hand trailing up her thigh. "At first I thought I would sin you alive, let you bleed over the ground and hang you in the middle of town." His hand traveled over her hip, moving up her chest. Her heartbeat was thundering. "Then I thought I would cut off your limbs and feed you to wild animals." He grasped her face, staring into her eyes. "What about you, what do you think is a fitting punishment?" Hearing his voice, seeing him creep from the shadows, it made her only want to fight against her binds even more but for some reason, all her struggling stopped. All movement stopped for her period. Frozen solid once more. She listened intently to every word he spoke. There was that name again! Morgan! Who was she? Why did he think that she was this woman? And what the devil did she do to him that he wanted her to suffer so. "I told you before," she started as he moved closer, "I am not Morgan. I'm Dan-aahh...." her words blending into the slightly little gasp that shortly there after became a moan. The feel of his hand, the smooth leather of the glove, running over her skin. It was... arousing. She quivers and trembled a moment before the vile taste of his words ruined the mood and the moment for her. His vivid descriptions of what he wanted to do to this woman that had wronged him, it made Diana feel nauseous. "I told you before," she said in a voice as calm as she could muster, "I am NOT Morgan! I know no one by that name. My name is Diana. What do I have to do to prove it to you? Show you my birth certificate? My driver's license? What!? I swear to you, I am not the one you want to harm! You're making a big mistake!" He growled when she again denied it, spouting off strange words that he did not recognize. He covered her mouth with his hand, keeping her from speaking to guard against her magics. "Again you deny it! But why does your face match hers? Why do you speak with the same voice." He moved in closer to her, "why do you smell like her...?" He tossed her head back, gritting his teeth in anger. "Have you kept me sealed in that statue for so long you have forgotten about me?" He drew his sword, cutting through the air in anger. "Did you forget about our battle on the hilltop, or when I nearly sliced your head off in the town square?" This girl had to be Morgan, she had to be! He would not be denied his vengeance! How could she reply to him with his hand over her mouth? Wanting to answer each question as he spouted them off. She didn't know. She didn't know. Furthermore, she just didn't know how any of it was possible. Perhaps this Morgan was a relative of hers? A distant one that she didn't know about? No, that didn't make any sense either! As he threw her head back, it bounced hard off the stone alter under her. Jostled once again from the blow, her vision blurred once again and she groaned. "I... don't know..." she slurred a little bit before groaning once again. Something warm was suddenly against her head. "I think I'm bleeding..." she said as if he might care. Time was running out. If she didn't convince him soon, she'd be dead by his hand, she just knew it. "There has to be something. Something you know about Morgan that only she would have?" She tried to think, "A birthmark? A scar?" Broderick could smell the blood coming from her, a scent that was burned into the back of her head. She still denied being Morgan, and from the way she carried on he was starting to believe her. He rubbed his chin as he listened to her words, thinking back on his past battles. Ah, that was it! Reaching down to his boot he pulled out a sharp knife that had been concealed before. It was somewhat dull from overuse, but looked like it could still slit a men throat with ease. "I stabbed you on the night of our first encounter with this blade. You escaped me then, and healed yourself with your magics." He stepped closer to her, bringing the blade well out of her comfort zone. "The scar remained however, for even your magic cannot do all." Diana sighed one of relief. FINALLY, something to prove she was telling the truth. She had no scars from any knife. All he had to do was look for himself, and he'd see she was not this Morgan woman he spoke of. "See for yourself buddy. I have no scar and I have no magic." She never thought though to ask first WHERE the scar was located... Broderick was quick to act, no sense of modesty holding him back as he grabbed the front of her pajama top and ripped it open with his hands. The shirt ripped open easily, buttons flying off and becoming lost in the darkness. Her breasts shook under his attack, but he was more concerned with the scar. Ignoring any pleas from her, he placed his hands on her stomach, moving it over her skin and examining every inch of her. He snarled when he saw only pure white skin, untouched by scars."RAAAAAAAA!" He screamed to the Gods, finding himself at a loss. The scar was not there. She couldn't be Morgan! It didn't make any sense!" Snarling he turned from her and smashed his fist into the rock wall, cracking the ancient stone and causing the whole structure to shake momentarily. Breathing hard from his outburst he slowly turned to face her, his anger turning to an entirely different emotion as he looked over her body. "You have some kind of connection to her, I know this." Eying her chest he loomed over her, evil intention in his eyes. "I intend to find out exactly what it is, one was or another." "HEY!!!" she screamed out as before she knew it her shirt was gone. Just, GONE. She didn't know really how it happened, but somehow, it ended up in his hand, and then it was on the floor. She started to squirm as his hands searched her stomach, but then it turned to a shiver. The contact was the same as before. Bliss as his touch caressed her, even if it was a rough caress. When she saw the look on his face of disbelief, Diana smiled, "See? I told-" The rest of her words were cut off as his roar rang through the dark room. Diana went pale with fright! The scream as not human! The way he pounded and shook the room... what was he? This creature that held her chained up and unable to flee for her own life. She lay on the stone slab, her head turned towards him, watching. Waiting. Her heart raced, wondering what his next move was going to be. When he turned, the look in his eyes sent goosebumps all over her skin. He looked at her like she was a piece of meat, ready to eat. "I'm not her... you know that now... so you have no reason to hold me like this." Diana shook her wrists and raised them towards him, as if he would soon free her, "So let me go, please." He pulled off his gauntlets, letting the heavy gloves hit the floor. "You aren't going anywhere." Now that he was no longer blinded by his need for vengeance he could truly have a good look at her. She was just as beautiful as the priestess was, and looked oh so appetizing shackled down for him. He sensed something else about her, the way she smelled. Her reaction to his touch was not like the other women he had forced himself upon over the years. Pushing her hands away he grasped one of her breasts in his hand, his touch harder than a modern-day man's from years on the battlefield. "If I cannot sate my thirst for blood I will sate my lusts on your body!" Morgan must have sensed is return, her magic would have told her. Until she came he would allow himself to enjoy the tender morsel before him. His other hand held the back of her head against any struggles and pulled her forward, slamming his lips against her own in a violent kiss. He could feel her warm blood on his palm where she hit herself, but to him, it was nothing new. Part of her was afraid he'd keep her still, even after she had proved herself innocent of being this Morgan woman. Part of her was strangely happy he did it. Shutting her eyes and shaking her head, she tried to knock that thought from her mind! No! She would not dare think such a horrible, perverse thought! And yet there it still was. And excitement in what deep down she knew he was going to do to her. Diana was shocked back into the moment as his hand firmly and harshly gripped her tender breast. With a hiss and a wince she tried to squirm out of his grasp, but it was no good. The shackles kept her firmly in place, "You're hurting me!" she started, but only seconds before his mouth was ravaging her own, stopping all further vocal protests. The only sounds from her after that were muffled ones, a groan or two and then finally, a moan. Deep from within her throat, a moan of the starting hints of pleasure from his possessive kiss. She didn't know why she made her next move, but something, some instinct inside told her what to. She parted he lips and let his tongue slip into her own mouth should he choose to go that far. Furthermore, she knew he would. He let his tongue invade her mouth, her moans coming as a surprise but not an unwelcome one. He let his hand squeeze her breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers as he tasted her. Furthermore, he thought he smelled arousal coming off the girl earlier on, but didn't think anything of it at the time. Now that he allowed himself he could feel his own lust growing and was glad he hadn't killed the wench on the spot. He pulled away from her, licking his lips in satisfaction. "I'm going to make you my personal whore. It had been too long since I have felt the touch of a woman. Without caring what she thought he dropped his mouth to her neck, licking and kissing her skin like a man possessed. His hands began to feel up and down her body roughly, uncaring if he hurt her. One worked its way down her bottoms, cupping her sex and feeling it up and down. Diana's whole body started to respond to Broderick's advances. She writhed and moved under him, rubbing her full length against him, a whimpering moan coming from her throat. And as much as she was playing along, she was actually attempting to resist! Not doing a good job of it seemed. For the more she tried to resist, the more she rubbed against him. By the time he finally pulled back, he left Diana panting, gasping for air. He head dizzy as she tried to make sense of things. His words about making her his whore took some time to register. His lips were already upon her neck and she was gasping out a moan, "Wait! What?! You... you can't! I'm- AH! OHH!" she basically convulsed as his hand grasped her sex. It had been a long time since any man had touched her like that. Now, her body was against her. It craved the pleasure he promised while her mind was still on the fence. "Don't! P-p-pleas! Ahh!" He sneered as he felt her body tremble underneath his. "You are no definitely no priestess," he told her as his finger pressed into her sex, finding her growing wet to his touch. "It seems I have captured a whore instead." His revenge could wait. After all, he had waited several hundred years already, why not enjoy his newfound freedom? Pulling back from her, he pulled himself back from her, undoing the latches of his armor. The battle-worn leather and metal fell from him like a snake shedding its skin, though he made sure his weapons were placed against the wall safe from her grasp. Not that he felt the need to worry. Clad now in a heavy shirt and pants he climbed atop the stone frame, straddling her helpless body. Grasping her head by the hair he forced her up to his crotch, pressing her close to the buttons of his trousers. "Now..." he ordered, his voice deep and menacing, "show me how you earn your wages, whore." Diana let a little yelp escape her lips as his finger dipped into her hot wetness, proving to him what she knows could not deny, she was indeed aroused by his advances. Feeling him move off her body, she opened her eyes and watched his body be revealed to her... one wonderful piece of armor at a time. It was like some kind of fantasy come to life. Minus what seemed to be some battle scars, he was the embodiment of perfection. And he was... about to rape her. That realization was suddenly in the forefront of her thoughts as he left onto her chained form and the words 'whore' finally hit a cord in her head. She was no whore! She was an innocent victim here! Like hell, she'd play along. "How dare you!" She bit out angrily at him. "I am no whore! You can't treat me like this! Let me go!" Ah, so she did have some fight in her after all. Maybe her resemblance to Morgan was not only physical. He shook her head back, forcing her to look up at him. An amused smirk was on his face, deriving much satisfaction from her expression. "You will take me in your mouth woman," he told her, leaving no room for argument. "I could force you on your backside and take you like a bitch in heat, but I am feeling merciful tonight." Mercy. The idea made him laugh. He pressed his hard member against her face, waiting for her to start. "Do not forget who is in control. Either you take it willingly..." His grip in her hair tightened, "of I make you take it." "Mercy?" She actually laughed at the word, much like he did at the same time. "You call this mercy? You are going to rape me!" She stopped talking as he pressed his cock near her lips and she turned her head slightly away so that his cock poked at her cheek rather that her mouth. A whimper escaped her as she shuttered. This was a nightmare! But one she refused to submit to... yet. She bit her lips, keeping them closed. One last showing of defiance against him, but in truth, it was the last ouch of it she had. She was moments away from cracking in fear. He was growing impatient with her. He was in no mood to have a simple wench refuse him so, not when he had so plainly demonstrated his much stronger power. "You will take it in your mouth like the whore you are," he growled, pressing it her harder against her. "But perhaps a demonstration is in order." He let go of her hair, granting her a light reprieve as he took of his shirt revealing muscles hardened from the battlefield. Numerous scars adorned his body, medals worn proudly with honor. A particularly harsh one lay near his right side over his hips, and he directed her attention towards it. "I gained this fighting the Eastman that dwelt in the black forests of my homeland. He skewered me alive and left me bleeding to death. I dragged myself after him, stabbing him in the leg to bring him down. His head was on a pike by morning." As he spoke the shadows danced from the flames on the wall, dark images of his tale passing in their depths." I have killed gods and legends girl, and could rip your head off if so I desired." He loomed over her, his presence seeming to fill the entire room. "Now, take me in your mouth," He spoke of his violent battle with a beast of death, but all Diana could focus on was his fine chest, now exposed to her view. Her eyes were wide, her mouth went dry. He was the perfect specimen of the male sex, and she could not hide her arouse to his senses. He'd be able to smell it even when her words denied it. Still seemingly memorized by the sight of him, her lips parted ever so slightly in submission to his will. It was an opening for him to push forward. Not like she could really do much but suck on her end... she was chained up fairly well. He sniffed the air, the scent of her arousal filling the cold air. He smirked at her, knowing she was fully aware of what was happening. "It seems you are just as eager as I am, my dear." His hands wrapped themselves around her head, thrusting his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She could do little else but take him there, but that did not matter. After several centuries' imprisonment this was truly heaven. He growled low in his throat, moving his hips back and forth as he fucked her face. His own scent would be strong, strong enough for even her mortal nose to smell. He led his fingers dig into her hair, urging her on. "Use that tongue of yours, woman..." Diana felt strangely intoxicated. It was something about the powerful smell of his aroused state. She had never been near and aroused demon after all. Perhaps it was a normal thing? And it was only stronger with her being this close to his loins. Up close, and so far VERY personal really! Something about it seemed to tap into an almost primitive, instinctual side of Diana and her body. Almost like a part of her that was always there only asleep until he now started to awaken it. Awaken her. With a low moan, her tongue followed his command and tentatively started to massage along the underside of his cock. By the Dark Gods she had a wicked tongue! She looked like an innocent maiden, perhaps with an independent air about her, but she worked his shaft almost as good as any one of the brothel whores he had known centuries past. He looked down at her face as his hard cock slid back and forth, running over her tongue and as he pushed it in further almost hitting the back of her throat. Her face was so much like that of Morgan's that he could feel his lust growing more powerful, more angry. That spiteful bitch had alluded him, but he would take out his frustrations on this little morsel until then. He made sure to keep his hands on her head, gripping her hair tightly. "You've done this before haven't you wench? You're quite eager for one who was fighting not minutes before." Like she could answer him with his cock so deep in her mouth. She only mumbled against his length, sending the slightest of vibrations through her. If she could have answered him, she could have told him yes, but not often. She was even surprising herself at how good she seemed to be doing for herself. And for him of course. But the truth really was, she did look like an innocent maiden for she indeed was. He would never believe she was, even if she told him. Not until he found it for himself. And she had no doubt he was going to make sure he found out. And soon. She continued to rub his cock with her tongue, but let him control the bob and thrust of her head. He had such a good grip on her head after all, she was afraid he might hurt he if she did something he did not agree with. Better to let him have the control. He could rip her in two. His pushed his hard shaft over her wet tongue, letting out grunts of pleasure as his head pushed a little farther each time. His lust was so great it was almost tangible, filling the air around them and causing him to throb inside her mouth. He was enjoying himself immensely, pounding her head with hard thrusts while his hands brought her forward. After centuries of imprisonment, with nothing to release him, he had quite a bit of himself ready to let loose past those lips of hers. Of course, he planned to make this last." Use your hand," he ordered, the darkness around them seeming to change with his voice. The chain holding her seemed to slacken just a bit at the request, almost as if heading his words. Of course, that was impossible...

Mistaken Identity (Life on Mars_butterfly0408)|rating:3.0

A Coupon's Quarrel(NicciKotor,ff,keelan,kate)

(Would appreciate posts where you use your name a lot, helps DM with names. I just have the most terrible times with names and can't remember then for worth a damn.) Aria, Fauna, Keel. It would seem to be a rather odd sort of destiny, in terms of how our three young troublemakers would to get to know each other. Due to circumstances beyond a certain Rogue's comprehension, a certain gambling house seems to have gotten into their minds that you owe them some gold from previous gambling practices you tried to use on them. Which, of course, is utter nonsense, who in their right mind would set a fish on fire in the middle of a card game, just to distract and loot like mad? While the strategy was perfectly executed, the young rogue didn't exactly take into account the new security the house installed, mainly being two trolls that were blocking the door. Soon enough Aria found herself rather in a bind, bonded up with plenty of roped and stripped for good measure. The house finding it to be in good business by selling off you and your debt to the locally owned and family run slavery racket. Getting thrown into a rather nice cage in a basement somewhere. It terms of cages, this one is just very well decorated!Meanwhile, Keel is getting into some trouble herself. Just arriving to town and hoping to find herself a very nice and comfy Inn to stay at, only to get directed and step into a family owned and operated brothel.... you know, the perfectly legit kind. After a few conversations and some misunderstandings, the Mistress of the perfectly legal establishments thinks that you are the missing whore that they bought that few weeks ago. Which is quite distressing as Keel gets surrounded and captured along with her pet, there being way too many bouncers for an establishment this clean. They don't buy your obvious sob story about not being a whore, judging from your outfit and how sexy you do look. Tied up and stripped as well, wondering what to do with their lazy whore. Then the mistress remembering that they owe a favor from the family owned and operated slavery racket, and soon enough you are carted off and dumped into the same very sharply decorated cage with Aria. Both of you still have your wrists tied behind your back and your anklets tied as well, still naked. All the while this is happening, a certain expert of the naughty arts, Fauna, just happened to be in the neighborhood when these two instances occurred. A random act of kindness/bribery is in order, and it takes a few winks and other naughty acts in order to obtain the gear and outfits the other two girls where wearing. A few more favors and promises of delicious sex gives Fauna all the information she needs. Locating the building that the two unlucky ladies are kept, and easily seducing her way past the meager guards and down into the basement. Seeing the two helpless ladies in the cage, their gear in hand and a few certain things that you just happened to grope while groping other things, like the keys. Aria's head ached, and her body groaned....but mostly, her pride stung. How could she'd let herself get tangled up - literally! - with thugs like these? Sure, she'd begun sneaking out at night to learn the ways of the world as an all-too-cliche act of teenage rebellion, and picked up a few skills usually associated with the thieves sort, but she was certainly no card cheat. And if she had sought to earn a living cheating at cards, she'd have gone after softer marks, like paunchy noblemen looking to impression their peers around the gentlemen's gaming table, not gangsters who employed trolls! But somehow, she'd earned the apparent consequences of such things, without the fun or profit of having actually merited the accusations! Perhaps a case of mistaken identity, or perhaps it was this gang's way of indenting or enslaving people, via random false accusations. Likely it mattered little; Aria couldn't imagine reasoning with these people, she'd just have to figure out a way. She'd tried struggling with her bindings some, trying not to think about the humiliating of having been stripped and bound like some plucked dinner-chicken or a dark cult's sex-slave. This nudity made it all too easy to notice the natural allure of the other female bound in the cage with her, but she hardly had the luxury of dwelling on such things now. The other girl seemed a rather fit physical specimen, and that was what mattered now -think tactically, Aria reminded herself, a mantra of her goddess. She struggled with her ropes for a bit, then inched toward the other girl as best she could. "Maybe we can help each other somehow, reach each other's bindings with fingers or even teeth?" she asked, trying not to show stress and strain in her voice. It was a surreal way to first greet someone, but then again, these were surreal circumstances. When a third girl made her way into the room, and Aria thought she noticed some of her own things in the lady's possession, her heart leaped further still. "Over here!" she whispered, hopefully. Escape Artist checks to free herself, and checks to free Keel, from their bindings. Modifier +5 (0 ranks + 5 DEX). Presuming can take 20 as she seems to have the time for arbitrarily many retries. 'Damn bitch...'she thought, her head throbbing as she clenched her jaw and gave a tug against her bindings'How the hell could she think I am a whore? What whore goes back to the brothel they escaped from?' Strong as she was, physical as she was, Keel hadn't put much effort into breaking her bonds. It wasn't that she couldn't, more that the desire wasn't quite as strong as it should have been for breaking them. The situation was a tad demoralizing and uncomfortable, though she'd likely never admit to it, and the fact that there was another woman, and an attractive one no less, didn't help to focus her any. Of course, the other woman seemed to have far better motivation than she for getting out of her bindings as she inched towards Keel, offering up the idea of using their hands and teeth to help each other out of their bind. Not a bad idea, and Keel really didn't mind helping out now. Apparently she just needed a bit of motivation." If you turn this way more, I could probably get to your hands with my teeth." she responded, straining to keep her own distress from her voice as the other woman was "Not sure how much help I'll be. Worth a shot though." She leaned forward slowly, intent on aiding the woman as she had suggested, and then it seemed they had company. Keel looked, saw it was another woman of absolutelyimpeccableand surreal beauty, and then noted what the other woman had with her. A smile came to her face; apparently she was to be saved from this... rather nice cell... why was it so nice?' Wait, where's Henri?'she quickly realized, now looking about for her large, friendly wolves protector'What did they do with him?' QuoteSpellsRanger1st: Long strider x2Druid0th: Cure Minor Wounds, Detect Magic, Mending, Create Water x21st: Cure Light Wounds x2, Produce Flame x22nd: Cat's Grace, Bark skin, Bull's Strength, Warp Wooded: Cure Moderate Wounds x2, Stone Shape "Henri? Your horse perhaps ? Interesting for you to assume I know the mind of all things 'they' but your not too far off the mark gorgeous, however on the subject of your Henri, unfortunately you are. Still, if I get demands for information instead of a thank-you-kind-stranger I think a little self-indulgence is in order." Feyua grinned mischievously. [and casts unseen servant to use it to smooth their ruffled hair]"Oh what I would do to have hired a sketcher now, you two are a sight ! Squirming about in your little rope-wound wormy ways !" Feyua lets go of the two loads and massaged her fingers before helping her self to Mikhail shirts she spies within. After placing them in turn over her front as if comparing their suitability for her own form she seemingly thinks the better the idea and replaces them offhandedly." Lords know why people try and carry so much, just in case it's all useful ? Bah ! It's like a choice to be a pack mule. Silly choice for your likes as women of your looks don't have to be underhanded or do anything in society as you can get pretty much anything you want by simply asking for it, unless your intentions are against the whims of others in which case you would be used to that enough to devise of methods to avoid consequences of this. Both of you here at the same time can't be a mistake, your likely either a threat to someone's lovesick hopes for another or your someone's making you a scale goat for something." The sorceress begins to strut while whirling the cell's keys like a windmill around her right forefinger. The keys follow for several normal rotations before the one becomes impossibly slow then drifts away from her hands by the invisible unseen servant towards the first cell's locks." Being in a cell can happen if you're inconvenient to someone powerful. Being bound also means they want others to see you as a threat. Beings stripped to boot makes hatred or megalomania directed at your expense highly likely. Such attention is impressive work for what would be otherwise a normal day about these parts." At the last sentence the half-nymph chuckled. The invisible force guiding the keys slowly unlocks the first door then drifts eerily to do likewise to the other." Which leaves me with pretty interesting option, and two cell-sweets with the option of listening. Both of which have been a talk of the town for a while, in flattering ways mainly, however let me impart a word of advice. Although one would think people would want to surround themselves with beauty not compete with it or lock it up in a place like this, alas you don't have to be that pretty before jealousy rears its head and starts such haunting harassment, and as far as prettiness goes, both of you have it by the cartful. So when trying to mingle to avoid such unnecessary complications I suggest flaunting it less and being hooded more often in the future hmm ?" Feyua dipped her head in a respectful gesture towards the swashbuckler"But first things first You must be the adorable Aria ..." and again towards the druids."... and you are the cute curvy Keel" After seeing to the second door being unlocked the keys drift as if held by a ghost bobbing up and down in time to words the witch placed emphasis . Before returning into one of her hands lazily." I'm not against exploiting the vulnerable by anyone's standards, most importantly my own, but if something more interesting is at foot here I want to stick my beak in it. Why I hear you both thinking ? Perhaps so I can ensure to keep clear of the same thing happening to me, perhaps to see if your framers are up to is something I want to relieve their ungraceful its of and be firmly in yours-truly one's less so. Perhaps to return the favor of being well ... so immaturely charmless towards quite magnificent creatures. Both of you must have some smarts or your would be wives already chained to some men bed by now, which means your smart enough to know you need to find out why as well, and while your faces are framed as belonging here you're going to need my help." Feyua nodded as if the conclusion was inescapable." I, of course, am Fauna. Savior sorceress happily at her own service. "At this the woman lifts her nose in the air to posture unashamedly."and although it greatly pains me to end such a sultry scene before I see to more sensations, all worth a song know only the -less- spacious ... "[Fauna casts animate rope on the cords binding Aria such that they unravel from the woman to coil neatly in the corner of her cell]"suit"[and repeats it with another cast for the one binding Keel]"such"While the freed women instinctively massage their chaffed wrists, the witch twirls ."circumstances." . To end in the flourish of an elaborate curtsy. The entering sorceress's demeanor at first gave Aria the stomach-twisting worry that she was one of her captors; the way she took the time and magic style her own hair rather than free them. When the lady seemed to express undue interest in their possession and taunt them for being...spoiled? (it was true Aria was an aristocratic daughter, but she wondered if the lady knew this or was intuiting somehow or guessing from their things), Aria felt a great worry that the lady would decide simply to run off with the material profit of their gear. She couldn't completely follow the lady's profusions, but gathered that she seemed to disapprove of her circumstances or whatever actions she supposed she had committed. Well, Aria reflected, if the thugs had falsely accused her of cheating at cards, who knew what other lies they'd sown? The lady even knew her name. Hopefully she'd get out and get a chance to clear the air. She certainly wasn't going to argue with her maybe-rescuer while still helpless though, that could prove most foolish and dangerous." Ahhh, thanks!" she relaxed as the ropes gave way. Freed, she helped Keel to her feet and went outside the unlocked-cell immediately. While redressing and rearming with her things, she told the blonde rescuer, "Thank you, Fauna was it? Or I shall happily call you 'savior sorceress'....and as thanks, let me just as you suggest, help prevent a fate such as this from befalling you. From what I gather, the thugs here are all too happy to use any excuse to seek to capture a lovely lady like yourself. Let's work together to get clear of this place, to our own mutual safety!" (While Aria thinks about the future and what to do with the soon to come woman hunt for the escape girls, she remembers something that could prove useful. You somehow managed to bribe/sex up a local mage in the town, and used the action to bribe a certain, 'coupon', if you will from him, for one free teleport to any convenient location. This would seem to be the best way to escape from the town, since by foot would only get you so far.) Feeling more mentally composed once her attire was, Aria tried to think back to what she did remember pre-capture, to better explain her circumstances or get them out of there. She realized that she'd not only need to escape from this immediate room and building, but probably skip town for a while, lest the thugs just recapture her. That rendered her thoughts more specific, and she thought of something which might also be of interest to and smooth things with the other two. "Hmm, before all this, I managed to, uh, sweet talk a local hedge-maze into offering one spell of teleportation without the usual gold-charge. The spell would take several, I believe. If you two are inclined to such an exodus, you're welcome...if we just run from town, we might yet get ridden down." Quote Just for future reference, 'This is Keel's thoughts, and "This Keel's spoken word", and "This is Keel's spoken word in a language other than Common, which I will specify as it is used in the thread"Keel didn't like this... Fauna. She talked too much, seemed a tad self-absorbed, belittled her and told her all she needed was her beauty to get by, and spoke in a complicated, eloquent fashion that made her sound stuck up... and the way the woman looked at her and commented about her lack of clothing and situation made her shift uncomfortably from the attention, though Keel told herself she was just getting into a better position. The sorceress was still better than any alternative, and maybe it was just a poor first impression. The sorceress undid her ropes, opened the cage, and hadn't made off with her pricey mitral chain that she'd seen her eyeing. She also made a point: you don't exactly 'mistake' someone for the whore you'djustgotten but escaped, so it had to be a set-up of some sort. Accepting Aria's hand up, Keel got up, gave the sorceress a soft 'thanks,' and moved right to her gear. She strapped it all on quickly, maybe too quickly, her armor fitting nicely under her standard garb for her Shift weave, and her weapons hanging off her belt comfortably once more. A brief snap, and her clothing changed, becoming longer, heavier... her winter outfit. Given the temperature outside, it was a tad impractical, but after what had happened Keel wanted as much of her body covered as possible, not that she'd admit that if you asked her. As Aria gave her thanks and offered the notion of mutual protection from whatever had gotten the two of them throne into an admittedly nice cell, which Keel agreed with though she vocalized and admitted nothing, the subject then came up of how to get out of town, and the best way determined came from the beautiful Aria: a Hedge-Mage and a free teleportation anywhere! Still..." The wizard is a good idea, and we'd definitely not make it far on foot, but my wolf, Henri, is still missing." Keel commented as she slid her magical amulet around her neck "I'd like to find him, make sure he's safe and with us before we magic ourselves out of here. He means a lot to me, and it would be best if we moved as a group for now." (At the mention of a large wolf by Keel, Fauna should recall a strange enough dog that was sniffing around this building before she would enter it. Perhaps that was the Henri in question?) Fauna (#msg3244997) seemed disappointed. She was hoping for a more thanks than what she got but obvious both were quite upset with their world turning against them without warning, while still seeming pretty bleak to them. Such a response most would have expected, but being so used to being the focus of most peoples attentions, such a thing was new, abrupt and felt like a lance of ungratefulness." Hmm." The sorceress folded her arms as they rushed to their gear. Perhaps they would thank her properly for endangering herself for their hides for this later..." A wolf ? One was lingered outside winning annoyingly, it may be a good idea you saw to that before the guards put it down thinking it's not worth the risk letting it wonder free." Once both were dressed the sorceress gave both an eye over." Mithril really is very fetching, those hug your curves much better than they would mine. Anyway where were we ? Argh, yes. Look sweeties, whatever plan you go with, do you both just want to high tail it to a place more welcoming or would you care to personally see to those who did this ?"" But yes, yes first things first. I can understand if you both are keen on high tailing it, after a few hours in this place I can see why. But first know I can make you both invisible and witch illusionist sounds and sights to make it seem your both still trapped or fled in a direction you haven't. This gives Keenly time to reunite with her pet yes, but also an opportunity to see who is most upset about you disappearing. We could be invisible while following your would be pursuers while hopefully hearing to plans they have which your freedom complicates. Furthermore, it allows Aria to keep her faith hedge-mage's thing, for tighter spots than this. Good plan yes ? " Wonderful! Keel smiled when she heard that Henri, at least it was most likely him, was nearby. Made finding him easier, and it shouldn't be too difficult to get to him either. Gods help whatever guard tries to fuck with him though; he wasn't just any old wolf... Then again, she didn't know what awaited her outside this room... and that could be problematic. Still, Fauna, who seemed to be less preachy and a bit more along the lines of a tad word now, brought up the notion of trying to figure out who had decided to imprison both of them. Keel wasn't sure if there was any connection between Aria's and her own situations, but it did seem odd that they were the only ones stuck in such a nice looking cell. Why go to that expense on a cell if it was for any old whore or slave? Still, even if Theresa overarching plot against them, the fact that they'd managed to do what they'd done was clearly a testament to their power. It was well beyond what Keel was capable of handling, and she was well aware of that." Feyua, as good of an idea as that is, if someonewasexecuting some elaborate plot against us, and they managed to capture two of us with relative ease, then whoever it is clearly more dangerous than we can handle, even if we know who it is." Keel stated as she checked her Hampshire, seeing if it was in good order "I say we leave here, grab Henri, and find some way out of here, be it the wizard or otherwise. I'm pretty good in the wild, so we might be able to make it by foot if you'd rather give that a try." Putting her blade back in its sheath, she addressed them again." But regardless, we need Tonto be whereas soon as possible. Can we get moving before someone decides to come down and see how we're doing of something?" Keel concluded, motioning to the doorway that Kate had come through. QuoteTrying to pick the pace up a bit is all "Agreed," Aria said, grim-faced as she looked about the room for any documents or items that might provide information or even just value. "I care more about surviving than revenge at the moment, I barely remember just how I was overpowered, which suggests I've overmatched." She smiled at Fauna, "Which goes for how I was putherespecifically - since you alone came here of your own volition, I gather you're the most knowledgeable to lead us out? And tour offer of invisibility is wise indeed. Let's grab Keel's wolf" - she was intrigued by that fact itself, "and 'vanish' in all respects!" Search checks in the room...taking 20 if possible since Aria would've made arbitrarily many search checks while in the cage (of the area within 10' of the bars at least). Search modifier before roll is +12, so +32 if T20. "Perhaps your right, perhaps even combined they may overpower us, however I wouldn't mind coming back here when I am more prepared . But perhaps I need to get better at what I do first. The guards will be wondering why I am taking so long soon so we go with what we have agreed on and now. I will make you both invisible very soon then create an illusion of a vortex taking up the area between both of your cells in a way it could be believed to have dragged you both into its clutches. I will crate Ghostly sounds of your screams coming from the illusion which also showing the ends of two ropes - trailing from each cell being dragged into it. Enough to imply you both were retched into it unwillingly. The sounds and illusion I will ensure fades to nothing within 30 seconds, long enough to see but not long enough to find the key's and open the gate to check its truth"Fauna (#msg3244997) gathered the two neat coils of rope and placed them into her haversack, then locked the doors again, removing evidence that the staged performance would be false." Wait in a corner until you hear loud screams from the vortex, then continue waiting until both guards bolt into the room after which you can run upstairs past them. The screams I will make so loud your footsteps will not be heard. Aria ..." The sorceress passed her the cell's keys."... as you pass the guards, desk please leave the keys on it for that is the place I stole them from. Keenly once you're out of the building I am sure your wolf will notice your scent and follow you wherever you go. I hope to get strong enough to face what wretched corruption exists in this town and if either of you are keen on thinking the same thing once you have your freedom meet me at the dancing tree a mile from this place. You will only be invisible for a matter of minutes so both of you just use it to get past the guards, return the keys, fetch your wolf and get out of the village and into the woods - no more." Feyua cast ~invisibility~ on both in turn, hoping they liked the plan. Not that there was any time to discuss another now... before creating the ~illusion~ of a vortex coupled with the rope ends feeding into it ... then the horrible ~ghostly sounds~ of screaming from it began.("Guards !!! Both of you please come quickly look ! Some evilness is stealing the prisoners !" Feyua mimicked being panicked and frightened as best she could point at the vortex with a trembling finger, the pitch of her voice hysterical. The rest of the basement that you three are in is rather bare of essentials or anything else besides a few desks and the cage itself you two were trapped in. The cage just sitting there looking very much adorable, nicely decorated and a nice floor in it as well. Besides that nothing happens until Fauna starts up her plan, casting her various spells and getting you two invisible. While this is going on she yells at the guards to defend her poor defenseless self against some sort of planar anomaly. After a few more screams on her part and the weird sounds, two guards do come down to see what the fuss is over. Getting quite distressed over the hole in space/time, yelling at Fauna about what happened and what caused this. Staying very much far back and swords drawn, something if anything is going to pop out. Phew - so far so good - now just to get to that tree. Hopefully the guards would be surprised enough to be staring at it for a few seconds ... enough for her invisible comrades to make to safety. All they needed was a few minutes of confusion."Oh, lords I am not brave like both of you are." In a panicked voice Fauna gave the guards praise after what she thought was enough time for the others to exploit the opportunity and manage what they thought to." I would hate to think what it would try and do if it was in the open. Oh, heavens ! If you both have the nerve to stay firm watching then know why they trusted you, both so prone, beautiful and naked it was no wonder an evil found them !! What else people thinking could happen after tempting fate so ? "Seeing their attention fixed to the apparition, Freya rushed out the building in a way mimicking a god-fearing maiden as best she could. Perhaps they would piece things together with help later. Perhaps those relevant would believe what they saw. What mattered was getting to that tree. What happened afterward were worries for another time. The best way Fauna thought to get out of the town in a hurry was to be the emotional embodiment of a problem guards would not want to care for. While running out of the building to the woods the sorceress adopted a pose of one that had seen their worst nightmares come to life While running, any who would care to stop Fauna would entice a frantic look while a yell was bellowed close to screaming." The cell chambers are haunted !! Evil owns them now !! They have already taken some ! They are emerging there to take us all ! Save yourselves ! "... those who hesitated or turned towards the place, she would pry herself free in a manner a drowning woman would to continue running... to the woods... and out of the village. Glad to see things were finally working out, more or less, as Keel turned quite invisible, something she greatly appreciated after that little ordeal she was saved from. As Fauna made the illusion, and she took her spot in a corner, Keel figured that maybe the woman wasn't so bad. She still talked too much, as evidence by the screaming and screeching that had ensued, but at least it was good for allowing her to walk out after the guards had entered. Easy enough a job, given the situation, and Keel made her way out of the building easily enough. Once outside, she let out a quick whistle, one that she was sure her furry friend would recognize, and only when she finally saw Henri running towards her from around the side of the building did she take off towards the gates at a brisk pace. Not running, her footsteps would be too loud, but with Henri at her side she figured nobody would look twice at a little extra sound, and a tad more dust coming from around the wolf's feet. As she made her way out of town, a screaming caught her ears, a familiar screaming, and not long after the screaming passed her in the form of a gorgeous sorceress seemingly fleeing in naught but utter terror. The sight and sound of it all made Keel's face and lip twitch; did the woman not know what subtlety was? Passing by the gates with ease, as all they saw was the wolf wondering calmly out into the village, Keel picked up the pace and headed the last bit of distance to the tree. By the time she'd arrived there, Fauna was already there, and the invisibility was wearing off. Keel also noted to herself that it was a lot warmer with her Shift weave in her Winter Outfit form, but... it still covered the most skin, and she still was a bit bothered after being tied up, naked, after having been stripped by a bunch of men and thrown into a cell." Feyua... thanks for what you've done," Keel began, approaching the young, gorgeous woman "but was running, screaming through town like that, drawing asmuchattention as possible to yourself, really the best idea?" (waiting on ff, then I shall be time skipping to the mage to save all of us some time and hassle. This should not have had taken this long to complete.) Grateful to be invisible, and making note of Fauna's penchant for the theatrical, as well as Keel's lupine companion, Aria kept a hand on Keel's shoulder to keep from losing track of her. She intended to make use of the full duration of her own invisibility cell, not wanting to be seen by any of her captors or anyone who might be in cahoots with them, or even bullied into revealing which way they'd fled (for this reason she also didn't mind when the visible Fauna went ahead). Rendezvousing, she mentioned again about the teleport IOU and offered to lead the others to the mage's digs, or she'd be fairly content to follow them fleeing any other directions or means, as long as it was away, especially if either expressed a particular interest in and competence at woodland navigation." So anything particular we show know about this tree, Fauna? Or just a distinctive place to meet. Not so distinctive that our captors will guess where we'd rendezvous, I trust. By the way, thanks for rescuing us so much! How came you to delving down into their basement, if you don't mind explaining - trust me, if you were just robbing them, that's fine by me!"" Also, if we go overland, through woods or otherwise, best find some opportunity to break our tracks for a while, by sweeping over them for a stretch in the woods, or wading up or down a creek for a while, or some such. I'm no expert in such matters." You three manage to get to the tree without any more hassles, the jog there quite refreshing after spending all of those hours in that basement. About maybe a good half mile away from the town, with nothing spectacular going on within. Aria comes to the conclusion that being sneaky and getting the mage to come to them would be the best idea out there. Leaving the two of you there at the tree, disguising herself and re entering the city without any troubles. Heading on over to the mages house, and after a quick knock and pick locking, getting inside easily. Finding the mage himself sleeping on sofa and after a few slaps and pokes he wakes up in some order. Making good on your bribes about various things that you two have done together, he readily agrees to help you get out of the town and the general area rather quickly. He puts on his pants and his cloak on in due order, appearing in his mid 30s and rather mild fatty build. It takes longer to being him along and back outside the town, telling the guards that he wants to take a stroll with his new whore and will be out for a few hours. The town guards not wanting to annoy someone that has eye lasers so they don't check the two of you. Soon enough the two of you reach the tree, where the mage smiles even more from seeing two more lovelies in his sights." So Madams, where shall you like to go? He kin, Colin, or maybe Brenda? I do have heard that Colin has such lovely weather at this time of the year. Why I remember my first wife liked to vacation there and shop with her friends, Best and what was her name again? Hamm... I'm sure I know her name from somewhere. Ah yes, Polly! Her name was Polly. Polly was very fat you see and sure did love her salty snacks, and always loved to talk talk talk! Speaking of fat people, did anyone else see the new waitress at the tea shop down the road? Why oh why would the managers hire such a pudgy girl for such a job? I do find it much more acceptable to give such positions to a more thin and lovely section of girls. Well I do suppose that to find such girls in this town these days would be quite hard, I would imagine. Must be in such high demands for their talents at being very pretty to look at. In any case I shall be having a discussion with the manager about hiring proper ladies for his establishment, or I shall be taking my tea time elsewhere. Speaking of tea..."(This is going to keep going until someone shuts him up.) Aria felt chagrin (but not surprise) when the mage passed her off as his whore...but oh well, whatever achieved her ends. Hopefully the guards would be too worried about magic reprisals to try to snatch 'his whore'. One way or another, the foray back into town seemed to've gone smoothly. Besides, Aria had no intention of coming back to this thug-ridden town anytime soon, so it hardly mattered if the locals got the idea she were a whore or card-cheat. At the tree, she smiled apologetically at her new friends at his demeanor, although she didn't mind his rambling that much - preferable to leching over her personally! She asked Keel and Fauna, "Either of you recommend a good place to be safely away from our captors, and maybe find some new honest work? I myself, by the by, am more or less in the adventuring profession these days, retrieving kidnapped girls and maybe dispatching the scoundrels behind it, maybe an occasional treasure hunt of the information checks out, things like that." She then drew her eyes meaningfully from Fauna to the mage and back to Fauna: the mage was of course quite the lech, and Aria had gotten the sense that Fauna was the most inclined or apt to use wiles to get what one needed from a man like that. Anyone still alive? Aria eventually came back with the mage... who proceeded to talk, and talk, and talk...' Good Obadiah, he's worse than Fauna!'she thought as he seemed to ramble on and on." Hey, hey, hey! Please, stay focused!" Keel said, some semblance of urging to her voice "She asked you here for a teleport, not a talking." Turning to address Aria, Keel had to think about it some more. She really didn't know too many other places to head that would be worthwhile; she'd never really ventured over into this are of the continent before. Stopping to consider her various options, she noted that the fat wizard said something about Colin..." He mentioned Colin, you two heard of that place before? Doesn't ring a bell with me..." Keel stated, crossing her arm as Henri walked over and sat down at her right side "You guys have any idea the stuff we'd be able to do there?" Fauna couldn't seem to stop puffing. How comparatively unfit she was shocking, so much so it would be hard to believe she could exist for long away from luxuries"How on earth do you both run UP hills ?"she leaned back on the tree(and tried to regain her breath. Seeing frustration of wanting to talk while needing to breathe deeply was humorous but those that giggled only managed to gain a nasty stare from the sorceress in return. Minutes later holding her knees doubled over she managed to string more than one sentence together"As far as I know the tree is just shaped like a dancer, its well known, I probably choose a poor place to meet, but it was the only place I could think of at the time." Fauna then scanned the others"If you're the mage that has offered my acquaintance a teleport I fear she may be in need of it now. I think I over did it there before, and I am sure some will follow wanting to ask questions. I whistled for my horse ... but I am can't recall if I let her roam free or tied her ... "The moment she mentioned it seemed two riderless horses could be seen making their way towards where they were ... hard to make out between the leaves if they were Aria's or Faunas though ... the colors seemed right ..." If that IOU thing is still going - any chance we can all come with you?" "Ah well yes, what I was saying before with tea. Quite an excellent blend of spice and herbs in the Grand Hull blend, I assure you. Quite nice when paired with fish as well. Ah yes, Colin? Such a wonderful place this time of the year, such great weather. I do hope that their cherry festivals are still going on at this time of the year. I would oh so enjoy shopping and sampling the goods, but alas I am stuck here with my research. Speaking of my research, did you know that you can teach a rabbit to dance with only a modest amount of electricity? I know! I was just shocked from the results I assure you madams. Lately I've been doing some more research into what happens when...." His wild rantings and going off-topic keep going on while the three of you discuss travel plans. Your horses do show up eventually as well, munching on the tree and looking like stupid horses. Talking... talking... talking, talking, talking talking talking... why did the goddamn wizard keep talking?! It was grinding her nerves, and the longer they talked, the more likely they'd be found by the guards or whoever was after them. She wanted out of there five minutes ago!" Hey, Mr. Wizard!" Keel interrupted as the mage seemed intent on droning on and on about aimless nothing's "Pay attention here and get to work! We'd like to go to Colin, now please send us there; all three of us, my wolf Henri, and the two horses." She didn't normally make such decisions without first consulting with the others who'd be affected, but at the moment fear for her life, a still maintained sense that her person had been violated in some way was enough to motivate her to action. Now all that was necessary was for them to actually be teleported... Anyone else alive? Quote from: NicciKotor on 19-07-2010, 05:14:14Anyone else alive? Yeah, it's just Aria has much worse social skills (except Bluff) than the other PCs, so I'm letting them deal with Mr. Wizard. And I don't really have anything to offer about where to teleport to, since I don't really know anything about the world. Honestly if you just want to 'auto' our PCs for this, it's fine with me, as it's sort of an odd situation (where the players don't' have any of the world-knowledge their PCs would for such an open-ended decision). Whatever city they've heard has the best 'job market' for adventurers, I guess, and isn't known to be connected to the 'mafia' that trapped them. "Ah ok, Colin then it is? Wonderful weather they have there, I'm sure you three lovely ladies shall enjoy it. Do look up one of my friends there, his name is Bob the Stabber. He likes to stab things, mostly things involving fish. Kaylin is such a wonderful port town after all, such lovely fish markets. Tell him when you find him that he still owes me 1000 GP, and I would rather need it promptly. Would just hate to send one of other associates, Tod the Slasher, to go and find him. Well then, shall we begin?" He makes the group of you into a more or less clumped together off to the side. Meanwhile, he takes out a book and starts to read it, trying to find the correct spell and such. Getting rather distracted by what is in the book, looking flustered. Spending a few minutes looking at one page and then another, mumbling to himself." Huh, I thought I paid off that whore last month. What did I do with her again...? Hamm...." Pondering to himself for a good while longer while you three stand there washed in horror and anger. He finally finds the solution to the problem at hand, mumbling to himself some more before getting out a pencil and erasing something or other. Trying to remember what was going on, before seeing you three STILL standing there. Finally getting focused after easily ten minutes or rambling to himself and checking out his book, to only then find out that this is his accounting book and not his spell book. Putting that back away into his pockets and fishing around for the real spell book. Rummaging around in his pockets for some more time, finally finding the right book and pulling it out. Then taking his sweet time trying to find the right page, finally getting to the right spot. Chanting off the correct arcane words, with there being a spell circle appearing on the surrounding grass all. Soon enough he waves his hand there is a POP! First there was the most annoying mage that has ever existed in all mankind, the next there is sky. Apparently after taking stock of your situation, you are a few mile or so up in the atmosphere, free-falling in no time. The horses freaking the shit out as you all plummet to your doom. The good news of this all, if you care to pay attention, is that there is a city underneath you all.(whoops, got my group rps mixed up. In any case, this is a puzzle for the purposes of it being a puzzle.) Aria had a terrible feeling, and was very very very close to not being willing to let the mage teleport her, as his incompetent manner just screamed 'this is going to go wrong'. But what else was she going to do? She found herself skyborne, over the city, amidst her new two- and four- legged companions in free-fall." Any of you know any 'Feather Fall' type magic or possess rings or such?" she screamed, hoping to be heard amidst the rush of air, and trying to angle her body to maintain the same air resistance and velocity as the others. Keela's wolf had reminded her of other nature-attuned divine magic wielders she'd adventured with in the CSAT, and she had another idea." Keela! Can you shape-shift into a large bird or summon a few, to clutch us in 'your' or their claws and glide us down safely?" "I can curse us all to have impractically large wings perhaps those of a bat or an eagle, once that are more annoying than good could be viewed far from a benefit !".... Controlling them however is another matter...IT was a long shot, but Freya tried as best she could to grapple the others ... if any agreed she would give it a go. "Try not to grapple Keel, as it'll interfere with any spell casting she does. Also grappling together will probably just reduce our wind resistance and speed up our fall!" Aria figured grappling would also reduce her ability to tumble out of the end of the fall, although at this height that tactic alone might not save her life. "FUCK!!!" Keel screamed as she found herself flying through the air, against her will. Not exactly waiting on Aria to finish her speech and for the sorceress to grab her, Keel quickly focused her energy to call upon a giant winged beast, which would be sufficient in atleastslowing down the descent of her companions. Then she'd have to summon another for Henri, and finally she'd have to shape-shift herself into a winged beast. Unfortunately, the horses were pretty much fucked; they would be little more than glue after this. QuoteSummon Nature's Ally of 3rd Level in order to summon a Giant Eagle for Aria and Fauna to grab onto (grapple for Aria and Fauna to grab onto. Not exactly easy to grab onto a giant eagles legs while free-falling. Grapple DC 20. You have 8 more rounds to retry to grab. Henri will have to do a bite attack to snap onto the second eagle when it gets summoned. I always found summoning durations to be too brief. 1 round/level is too little, so change it to 1 minute/level. So you have 6 minutes of safety to reach land at this high up.) Aria mentally thanked Keel, and would properly later, shifting int the to reach for and grab one of the eagle's legs. Did 8 grapple rolls: the pre-modified d20 rolls are 18 18 15 14 4 19 3 15, plus her +6 Grapple modifier, or +11 if Aria can apply Weapon Finesse (not trying to overpower the eagles, so it's more like a touch attack), either way she reaches 20 on the first one Also the eagles could use their turns to grab onto our girls, yes? In which case Aria would obviously choose to not make / fail the 'opposed' grapple check you normally make for a hostile grapple (The eagles would be too busy trying to slow down their acceleration once you ladies have grabbed onto them. The eagles can choose to not oppose the grapple, that is a given.) (But if they'd be doing that *after* the girls grabbed onto them, as you said, it means they can make grapple checks to help the girls get on before that...they wouldn't want to slow down before the girls were on them, or the girls would no longer be alongside them) (The same problem still applies, they are too busy keeping same velocity to be of much help to grapple. Going to wait on Kate and see what she does before posting the results.) Fauna saw the others seem to have a plan, curse their nimble bodies... compared to her own statue these other women may as well be athletes. The ranger could make that grapple but Fauna wasn't under any illusions of how neglected her own prowess for such things were. Three attempts: (STR modifier of -2, large creature + 4 - so effectively + 2 i.e. she would need an 18,19 or 20 to succeed) 15, 9, 6 . Fail first three attempts... Fauna would give up hoping subsequent attempts wouldn't "Blast it ! Always moving ! Stay still you silly beast !" in truth the beast was doing a good job making the job as easy as the situation allowed - it was Fauna's inability to keep centered while the wind tugged this way and that on her robes that made life hard, blaming another did help vent frustration though. Aria seemed like a gymnast, grasping the legs easily, Fauna managed a glance at Keel, who was in a focus suited for spell crafting - likely one that will save her bacon - but not much more. She already did beyond what most would think calling this bird to help ... she wouldn't have time for another - as good as her intentions were - neither were going to save this city-slicker sorceress. There was one hope left.... Fraud stopped fighting the currents of the wind as best she could and closed her eyes. Cursing herself wasn't exactly what she had in mind doing when she woke up this day, cursing herself to save her own life ? Who would have thought ? One breath, two - then the words came ...(Fauna casts bestow curse on herself)"Thoughts of using. Thoughts of abusing - are one and the same to certain kin, such nature sometimes shown via horns or tails of inclination's sin. But some devils have neither but instead boast certain muscles, sinews, bones and skin Sign of deserved race-hatred be pride-warn cloak about from without to within. Rightful distrust and distaste of such incline glamour of false-form else wise however, Only to reveal true demonic nature when in private surprise of lured other, All Gods and Goddesses know I have done demonic duties before from choice and chance. For fair warning to others, such their wings now deserved-me, large to even careless glance."(recalled a silhouette of a demons she saw once from a far and focused on the memory as best she could ...... just the wings ... focus on wings... Wwwwingggsssss !!! (waiting on Keenan) Everyone does manage to get into the town without too much fuss, as the two of you see keel afloat off in the distance in her own bird form, never to be seen again! The time is around 2pm when the two of you float down towards one of the side streets, with various people looking at you, not caring enough to go any further than that. The summoned birds popping out of existence soon enough. The city itself is quite massive from what you can see from the air, bordering a river that goes right into the sea on the west side of the town. If you can judge your whereabouts, it appears to be around the southwestern segment of the city. Various buildings on the street you are in are quite run down looking, with plenty of nailed and boarded windows and other signs of hazards. More of a crowd starts to gather at one end of the street, watching the two lovely ladies that fell from the sky, still wondering where the two of you came from. The street itself doesn't have too much through traffic, being a side street of sorts. Mostly looks like a collector street, with the buildings themselves being at most 4 stories tall. Made out of an interesting red stone, native to the region. If you were to pay attention, you can smell the slight tinge of the ocean nearby as well, with the smell getting overpowered but not all the way by the raw sewage and other unpleasant things around, of which includes a dead hobo off to the corner. This is not the more pleasant side of town. "When things get down, chew on some tic-tats!" (I assume I can cast remove curse on myself - thanks for being lenient in the previous scenes - - if not just tell me)Fauna looked to her companion Aria and rolled her eyes"Didn't think we were going to get out of that one, luck must be on our side, lets hope we didn't use it all up"Stretching out previous anxiety the sorceress felt a little renewed, city dwellings gave her more comfort ... assuming her reputation didn't precede her"I don't know about you, but I was thinking it may be a good idea to see if we can find some sponsor or gather some coin, I'm a little spare from previous spending and perhaps some here have work both of us can manage . Shall we see if there are any communal boards offering rewards for whatever suits us ? There is nothing like the feeling of gold in one's purse to make one feel comfortable."

A Coupon's Quarrel(NicciKotor,ff,keelan,kate)|rating:3.0

Ketzerei gebiert Ketzerei, Akt 1_ Shadows of the Spires

5.880.965M41, Scintilla System (Local Reckoning: 28.7 of Unification Month, 9.28.7.965M41) Scintilla winters, such as they are, are not pleasant affairs for most citizens. The cold condenses hail and snow laden with heavy metals and pollutants, producing drifts of black and brown powder streaked with red rust. Only on the Lucid Palace and the accompanying Sector Synod does the snow fall a blessed white, ancient air-purifying systems laboring to provide clear, clean air to the representatives of the Emperor's Truth. The power of that imagery is not lost on the Minister; according to the sermons of some preachers around the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension, if Scintilla's masses were to abase themselves before Him, He would honor them with a pure snowfall. From the windows of the penthouse apartment provided by your Inquisitor, in the heart of the Cathedral District, you can see the spires of hundreds of churches reaching towards the sky, seemingly striving to reunite with their Lord on Terra. For those not privy to the knowledge you carry, the darkened city seems entirely peaceful. For those of the Inquisition, though, such a scene cannot hold for long. Heresy bubbles under the surface; it is your job to prevent it from reaching a boiling point. As is typical of Inquisitor Cormack, you received no briefing prior to arrival on Scintilla. Through courier, dead drop, and Osteopathic communication, you all received a simple missive instructing you to head to Scintilla. Upon arriving at the spaceport, discrete drivers approach you all, leading you to waiting automobiles. The rich leather interiors and well-stocked bars are also typical of the Inquisitor, and are mirrored in the beautiful interior of the penthouse apartment the drivers usher you into after a quick ride from the spaceport. The butler, who is allowed will deposit your bags in your rooms, asks you to congregate in the main living room at your earliest convenience. The living room is well but starkly appointed with white leather couches arranged in a semicircle facing a large glass window, looking out upon the Sector Synod and the Lucid Palace on the Governor's Court. In the middle of the circle is a monolith worked into the center of a large glass table, clearly operational, but not well-used judging by the lack of ozone smell and accumulated wear. When all of you have taken your places, the monolith stutters to life, an attendant darting forward to give it a whack when it fails to focus. Inquisitor Verbal's hooded form comes into focus, the eerie blue tint of the monolith magnifying his already mysterious image. His raspy voice, colored by an accent unknown but by now familiar to you, drifts from the speaker, slightly out of sync with his image.“I'm glad you have all arrived at the villa in a timely manner and, it appears, ready to begin our most holy work on Him on Terra's behalf. Hopefully it is not too late already; the plans and plots which have been set in motion are even now working to destroy the peace and sanctity of this palace of our Lord." "The Imperial Creed tolerates many divisions and differences; we all know this. Perhaps far more than you or I would perhaps enjoy, ya? But the Ecclesiarchy has long had a doctrine of plurality, allowing as many different Creeds as there are stars in the sky. Only rarely will a world undergo the paroxysms of a religious war, and almost never in such a place as Scintilla, the seat of the Synod, the center of the Ecclesiarchy in this benighted realm. It appears, however, that just such a thing has taken place. Deep in the Middle and Underhives, the preachers speak of a resurrected Emperor, and their talk takes on disturbing hues of xenon-worship and heresy. To speak of the Emperor being resurrected is in and of itself disturbing, considering that He still lives on Terra; but to speak as if he will come to Scintilla in this lifetime? Such a thing has gathered many disaffected followers, and they prepare to march on churches which do not accept these words as truth." "Already, the Arbiter have suppressed two riots, with 500 dead and over 10,000 imprisoned. We cannot move against the church leaders yet, however; they disclaim responsibility and publically condemn the actions of the mobs. The leaders of each all claim to have come to the revelation separately. However, when they all speak in the same way... quote the same scriptures, use the same phrases... some dark hand, or hands, are at work here, my acolytes. I know not what, or who. You will discover these things, purge them, and report back to me. A religious uprising on Scintilla could jeopardize all the Sector Synod's holdings, ya? So work swiftly, diligently, and delicately. The justice of the Emperor will fall like a hammer on those deserving, but first we must seek them all out, prevent the ringleaders from slinking away into the darkness of the Underhive or the cold void of space." "My men will distribute dossiers containing all the information my network has managed to obtain; this villa and its resources are yours for the duration of your stay. If you require more information, the Cathedral of Illumination has received directives from myself to aid in your endeavors. Report when you have something significant, but for now I must attend matters elsewhere. May the Emperor protect you, my acolytes." As the lilting tones of your master's voice fade and the monolith flickers out, the servants reemerge bearing dossiers, containing information on the various churches, sects, and officials under suspicion. A few seconds later, an aged man emerges from another door, clad in a simple black robe. Although his thick accent might give the impression of dimness, the practiced way he examines you all and the twinkle in his eye argues against this impression." Gre'kings, masts! Me name is Burton, 'Visitor Verbal's private librarian. I 'one they I ken be of service to ya during your stay. I also run the Malta's house during his absences. Furthermore, I 'one you're angry! Diana will be on the table in 5, roast grow, Knudsen, and a nice salad. I'm going ta head down ta the wine cellars and grab a bottle or two of Amassed, methinks; anything for the Malta's?" With any drink orders taken down, he shuffles over to the kitchen door and down the stairs into a small storage area. If any follow, they find a small closet-like room, well-stocked with rare vintages and culinary oddities. Although well cleaned, the area does not look heavily utilized; judging by the lack of wear, Burton is likely the only person who ever ventures here, and even then only to clean. Spoiler: IOC Hide Feel free to interrupt at any point in this and perform whatever actions you deem necessary. Lord Verbal will not take questions as of now, however; he appears in a great hurry. Also, remember, all documents will go in the first post in the IOC under Plot. :) Marius raises an eyebrow at the so called 'librarian'. He did not expect to have servants running around after him, being something of an ascetic himself. Even were he to end up a Primaries Parker, he'd expect to be the servant, as opposed to the master." Water, please, Burton. Purified." He's not the type to indulge in hard liquor, unless duty requires it of him. He doesn't take a seat. Furthermore, he's, very obviously, on edge. Furthermore, he paces, slowly, clicking together a set of prayer beads in his right hand, his left resting on his sword's pommel. Click. Click. Click." Resurrection? Hmm... what did Sebastian Thor say about such? I do believe he thought it's possible..."muses the Templar aloud, in a soft tone of voice, as he continues to absently fidget with his prayer beads. Click. Click. Click. Narrow had been enjoying a fine vintage when the Inquisitor's missive found him. A century old Amassed matured in a Atwood Cask that was rarer than its contents given Faith's fall. Yes, thought Narrow, it had been an especially good taste made all the sweeter since the prior owner now rotted with his confederates at the emperor's mercy. The debauched cult safely behind bars Narrow had looked forward to a spot of leave before his next task, but he had barely kicked of his boots when a knock dragged him from the fine vintage. Varrog stepped out of the car a cursed the cold, briefly wishing for the warmth of the forge before marching into the villa. The spaceport had been a relatively simple affair for him, a flash of the Adepts Arbiter special permit allowed his heavily armored form to stomp through the security checks and into the waiting vehicle, pausing only to give his name to the expectant chauffeur. Within the villa Narrow handed his shotgun and small case of essentials to the dogsbody, before carefully lowering himself onto a couch pleasantly surprised at the lack of creaking his bulk made. He watches and listens to the Inquisitor's briefing, mentally swearing when Verbal rules out a direct assault on the church leaders. A resurrected emperor, what tripe. It was unfortunately just the sort of tripe the masses swallowed, and apparently they were judging from the reports of riots. For a moment Narrow considers how many of the causalities had been Arbiter officers, oh well that's what they were for. As Verbal faded from view, Narrow found himself wondering and not for the first time, why his benefactor never showed his face. Perhaps he was just hideous, doubtable. Narrow personally suspected his mysterious methods concealed a hidden trick, perhaps explaining his longevity, or the fact that many men wore the mantle of Verbal. Narrow pushed aside his musings, since they had no benefit for him, and grabbed the dossier from servant studying it closely. Varrog is five foot tool and built with a frame more suited to a mining servitor than a breathing man. He is clad from head to toe in thick carapace armor, uniformly dull blue, without any identifying marks, not even an Aquila and baring more scrapes, scuffs and dents than a chimera fresh from the front-lines. Currently lacking his shotgun the only other weapon he carries is a hefty club at his side, a heavy slab bound in leather. His bandoleer sports numerous shotgun shells as well as various hard pouches one of which bears a faded emblem of the Adepts Medical, while another boasts the cog of the Mechanics. A set of heavy manacles hang freely behind his solid baton and a grimy respirator hangs at his neck. When the servant mentions food, Narrow speaks. His voice sound harsh with a tinny note, perhaps due to a helmet vocal augmenter." I will require additional portions and anything golden and wet will suffice." Spoiler: Visual Aid Hide Narrow looks like this dude, replace the machine gun with a shotgun and bingo. Marius stops pacing when Narrow speaks, and looks him up... then looks him down. The clicking of the prayer beads doesn't cease. Click. Click. Click. He nods, respectfully, to Narrow and the others, before introducing politely introducing himself." I'm Brother Marius Planter. It's... an honor." His voice remains soft, and a little quiet. It's not so quiet that it can't be heard, but quiet enough that people need to stop and listen. His speech is slow and deliberate, as if he's carefully choosing his words. Those with an eye for such things can tell that the prayer beads are no mere affectation, and that the sword is not merely for show. Narrow tosses the Dossier to one side, letting it land beside him on the comfortable couch. It's clear that he's finished reading it rather than responding to Marius' introduction. He reaches up to remove his bulky helmet, the sturdy defense resisting slightly before coming loose. Narrow drops it beside the dossier and lounges against the couch, thickly armored arms draped over the back at either side. His face is squat and thickly set, at places his skin is stretched dangerously thin over subcutaneous metal plates and dark stubble covers his chin. His hair is short, but hasn't been cut in a while and sprawls messily on his head. When Narrow speaks, this time to his fellow and not the steward, his voice still has the same tinny note. It wasn't the helmet creating the distortion. His tone is dictatorial and self-satisfied." You will call me Narrow. I'm here in service to the Inquisition, Ave Imperator et cetera. I am a trained Arbiter, Chirurgeon, Perspex and as of now" At this Narrow lazily waves his hand at the projector dominating the room. "The smartest person here. Rather than listing everything I can do, I'll just tell you what I can't. I'm heavily augmented, so I ain't going to be holding any soirées or sneaking around in the shadows. My combat abilities, while effective, are messy and won't win awards for precision. Now each of you spit out what you bring to the team, and please keep it brief." Varrog pauses long enough to allow each member to make their introductions, rudely interrupting those that try his patience. Then he lays out his plan, admittedly it was the first he had come up with, but there was no point in being shy." Right, the situation is we got person or persons unknown behind this heresy. Someone feeding words to these pious men, now the best way to find this person or persons unknown is to ask one of these pious men... Politely. The inquisitor said we can't go straight after them, all out in the open so we'll need a spot of skulduggery. This First Blade Ludo Rest, head of The Shrine of the Gathering of the Chosen and former receptionist can't seem to keep his flock whole. Verge of a civil war says the dossier. All it needs is a shove, feed information to both side, it'll lead to a riot sure, deaths sure, chaos sure. But let's be clear here if we don't deal with this fast that's what we're looking at anyway, but with all this nut-jobs not just one sect. So we do this in the chaos nab Ludo, and ask him Politely to point us in the direction we want. Simple enough I think..." Having spoken his piece Narrow reclines again awaiting a response. "I'm a swordsman, although I have a good read on people too,"offers Marius by way of explanation of his skills. He doesn't mention the fact that he's a Parker. That may, or may not, be on a need-to-know basis." Your plan involves lying to honest Throne-fearing citizens, and leading them to their deaths. I may be able to extract information without such." Spoiler Hide Using Telepathic Link to read Narrow's surface thoughts, using a PR of 1, to get a total of +10 (-10 difficulty, +10 for lower PR, +10 for Pay Focus). (1d100)[52] TN 50 If this succeeds, he'll then tell Narrow what he's thinking, to show that his plan has merit. The clicking of the beads stops, and Marius begins to pace again, pointing a gloved finger. It obviously isn't meant in an accusatory or aggressive fashion, as he slowly, and gently, moves his hand up and down to punctuate his speech." I suppose we could spark a civil war, yes. Perhaps we could somehow contain it to those chosen and gathered. Perhaps the church could censure him. Or perhaps I could get the information out of him. Perhaps I could have an excruciating in my luggage. Or perhaps I could do things in a more subtle fashion, instead of having our Lord reprimand me for use of excessive force, Narrow, polisher of Lathe blades." Not four Terran days prior, Gulliver had been thoroughly, happily, debasing himself amid the more scandalous locales of downtownBaraspine. May life learn you, indeed. Nothing but the call of his Inquisitorial master could have separated him from his reverie of Throne-funded moral degeneracy - alas, that's exactly what did. And now, after a brief argument with the courier, some encouragement from the courier's aides, and clearing more than a few taps, Gull was back on his way to Scintilla. Suffice to say, it wasn't much of an enjoyable trip; warp-travel aboard a shoddy export vessel, and straight from the junkyard it would seem, is never the most comfortable or classy. As could be expected, the Reclamation's mood was seriously less than even pleasant when he arrived to Inquisitor Verbal's introduction. Sure, he'd put on a serious face and take some notes, but it wouldn't matter much in the long run. More can always be found out by infiltration than just looking at the face of it. Gulliver felt that could be applied to practically all his troubles: what's on the surface doesn't matter for a wick, it's what's underneath that counts. Funny wasn't it, that he was basically the same. He's just a happy little cog-boy, after all. Smile for the camera. Now then, let's see who we're tasked with this time, shall we? For his own part, Gulliver fashioned himself as dilettante of many sorts. Depending on what angle you tell him from, you'd pick up on lots of controversies. For example, he wore what was unmistakably the robe of a Mechanics priest, but it had long ago been slashed short and the remains stuffed through a thick leather belt. Besides that, his dress was part mechanic's coverall, part soldier's flak - and all the grease. Tools littered pouches, bandoliers, and holsters all across his slim form; sometimes melding into a network of thin wiring and mechanical implants. Most notable, of which, were his eyes. Years ago the worn organs had been torn out and replaced with a set of buzzing and blinking lenses, constantly shifting positions, focusing and refocusing once more. Their constant motion gives Gull a bizarrely twittered gaze, which is then opposed by the set jaw and sly smile. His robotic eyes look ready to run, but his mouth wants to blather more and more. Right now, those two counterpoints were switching quickly between the nimblest Swordsman and the hulking Arbiter. Gull's smile widened an to touch his ears, breaking the dark black scruff of an unkept forest that was his beard - his teeth flashed a mealy yellow. Several had been replaced with chips of gold or silver, which glinted captured light uncomfortably. "So, you two gonna fight or somethin'?" Narrow's expression changes as his entire posture shifts while Marius speaks. His lazy smile fades and his hands slip forward, to where his shotgun no longer hangs, the armored hands clenching into fists. His brow furrows, an action that creates a grating sound as metal plates slid over each other. Narrow controls himself, his hands unclenching as he fixes Marius with a stare that could melt steel." Be careful. That's a neat trick, but if you ever do it again I will rip your head from your shoulder's." Varrog held Marius gaze a moment longer before continuing." Now speak plainly Parker, what else can you do other than read minds." Then and only then does he address Gulliver." And no were not going to fight this is the inquisition not some scholar proscenium. So name and purpose." Varrog continues to glower at Marius, but his mind is already formulating a fresh idea. Tools after all should be used to their full potential. The conspicuous absence of his shotgun was quite acute now. Marius smiles, just a little, although his eyes betray the fact that he doesn't find anything particularly amusing." Like I said, I'm a swordsman,"offers the Parker with a nod,"I'm a Templar Cali." Both Narrow and Called very likely know that the Templar's Cali of the Scholastic Guyana are an order of warrior-Sykes, with a temple-monastery somewhere in Scintilla's wastelands. 'Swordsman' is, therefore, probably a very accurate description of Marius' talents. The clicking begins again, his prayer beads being subconsciously played with on a near-permanent basis. Click. Click. Click. Gulliver looks the pair up and down, as if reconsidering their presence. Eventually, he settles on the Arbiter medic, especially after the display of restrained violence. Crossing the room until the brawny arbitrator is within arm's reach, he raps several times on his metallic armor plating, creating a dull knock." Get over yourself, metal-man. Inquisition or not, everyone saw you empty hand a gun-rush at our fair Brother over there. Lucky for him, you're missing that cannon of yours." Gull steps back politely, returning him personal space." The Frank are you anyhow? Metal skin like that ain't natural, I know that for sure. You hire a grafting yourself, or were it not a choice?" Gulliver's approach and armor percussion is met with a lazy swipe, clearly meant to dissuade the fellow. Narrow doesn't put much power behind it, but if Gulliver is foolish enough not to move out of the way he would soon discover the practical amplifications of mass times acceleration. Narrow doesn't seem angry, more irritated this wasn't how he had planned his day." I've said what I am. Now your name and what your use is, or am I supposed to play a guessing game?" Earlier... Praise the Emperor and pass the ammunition. Well, well, well... shall I see these magnificent meat--- ah, agents' mettle? Strangely, despite the Acolytes' meeting already being under way, despite their patron Inquisitor Verbal's message having come and gone, there still remains one untouched copy of their mission's dossier on the table. Where might be their cell's last member? Had they met some misfortune on the road, or were they just THAT irresponsible and disrespectful of their colleagues and their Inquisitorial employer? Indeed, milord Inquisitor. So, so, so many beeeeaaautiful differences in doctrine and culture. Pity the wars of faith that sometimes follow, pity the little cogs and scraps who fall by the wayside. "EX-cuuuuse me, kind sir... pardon me..."says the large-bodied maid in a surprisingly melodious voice for the umpteenth time. Though in the presence of her betters, she keeps to her duty, keeps on dusting furniture, sweeping the floor and arranging the curtains, flower vases and paintings around the apartment's main living room. Hmmmmm. How curious, this... All knowledge must be treasured, eh? If the legends are true, or can come true, what might come of, hypothetically, the All father, the God-Emperor, the Messiah, et cetera Praise Be Unto Him, walking the galaxy once more, in the flesh? Hah, flesh... Will the Astronomical collapse and plunge the Imperium into darkness? A new age of glory and invention rather than merely rediscovery? But, won't those who refuse to believe, or are too entrenched in their own star kingdoms be tempted to secede? Now... IS the Imperium, despite all its faults, good enough as it is? And any efforts to destabilize that would be Recongregatory at least or heretical at most? Ah, well. Ours not to question why, ours but to do and die... Ha-ha-ha-ha, and not our place as well, to question the appearance, or lack thereof, of our most noble patron? Oho? Xenon-worship, milord says? Definitely'd be heresy, but what had suggested such? SUCH uncanny similarities? Indeed, that'd be... too uncanny. And indeed, a religious strife born of schism spawned right at the heart of the galactic sector, and the political and economic, as well as both literal and symbolic center of the Cali xis Sector would indeed be... disastrous, to say the least. And THAT, folks, IS heresy. Though larger of body than the average river, she sweeps about the room gracefully, making little to no noise as she moves other than some whistling and clicking and the rustle of her black over white uniform smock, it is evident to the discerning eye that there is something more beneath that dress. The bulk of armor? The bulk of athletics? Is this merely an extraordinarily well-crafted high-hive domestic-model servitor? There is indeed, as well, a strange hump near her nape... neither clothing nor hair behaves in that manner. A slouched gait, a bent back are common traits amongst the Imperium's diligent workers be they manual laborers or paper-pushing scribes... maybe this is merely that? Or a battery for a servitor's cyber-ware? Or, Emperor forbid, a mutation?HAMM. Hmmmmmmm... mammoth! Arbiter, almost certainly. Mortgage officer, possibly? Medically trained from that patch, been through some tough times too, undoubtedly... hmm. Perspex, he says... well, just as well. They're a good lot of cogs, that they are. Forgeworlder of some form, from that physique? Sharp, brutal, dutiful, straightforward. W'ELP, as his ilk should be. ...uplink with the local Arbiter, assimilate what they've uncovered thus far. Unless there's some mole within their ranks? Hope to high Toll not. Innnnnnnteresting. A monk? A scholar? Possibly a Parker, given that our lord IS almost certainly one, and because there had been Sanctioned in at least three of the previous cells I'd worked with. Aye, a swordsman, an up close assassin. His pistol, is it for cover fire, or mercy kills? Hmm mm. That resonance of the clicks, that luster of the beads, Badlands or Parasite manufacture? That sword's design is of the hiragana form, is it not? Interesting. And elegant. Hello-hello-hello, you grinding Reclamation, you. Scholar'd scorn it, but, making what they can out of what little they have, living up to the potential of both man and machine, what's wrong with that? What iron's he's packing, I wonder? MMM, Hall, sir, hah, is that a Transverse or a Talon? 9mm rounds of what payload, I wonder? And I wonder who here shall snap? Or fail? Or try to kill me? Ahhhhh, Messiah forgive this cog... As the maid makes another circuit about the living room, passing by the monolith that had borne the Inquisitor's message, somebody might swear they'd see her hand giving the machine a caress as she leans over and polishes its chassis, its console, its power supply, its projector. And hear just the tiniest sigh. Or may hap they'd see some telltale similarity to note that she HAD been the attendant who'd carried out the ritual of Awakening the Machine Spirit. Or may hap they'd simply see just another Mechanics-reject servant going about her Emperor-ordained duty in her pathetic capacity. Callidia, ol' girl, don't be stupid now! Or perhaps the intrepid Acolytes are too focused on their discussion to discern the deception amongst them. For some reason, the maid's circuit of cleaning slowly deviates from her previous paths around the room. A smile gleaming in her gaze, standing before Marius--- with whose eyes she makes the briefest contact--- the maid gives her feather duster a twist and with a click, a glinting blade suddenly extrudes from within the bristles and plumes. She gives it another twist, retracts it, and carefully sets it down on the table and spreads her arms to signify there is presently no threat from her to the others. Though, as always, standing ready to blow away the first fool who might attempt any nastiness, neither of her hands are clearly close to the Fate bringer revolver presently obscured by the myriad folds and shadows of her skirts. She then doffs her maid's uniform's obscuring cowl--- ah, that aristocratic tradition that forbids those of lesser station from gazing upon their faces--- revealing a pale face framed with a dark blue hair that gradually differing hues that merge into a cluster of green Adtech cranial cabling. She flashes a smile and slides the duster-dagger over to... the as yet unnamed and undeclared Reclamation, with a flash of the Sign of the Cogwheel. Then clicks boot heels and salutes Narrow and says,"Sir. Current name, Agent Quill, reporting for duty. Listing operative proficiencies. Infiltration, socialization. Gathering, assimilation and disposal of data. Mechanic and medical. Soldier, work best in a team, with hit-and-run tactics. Suppression, maneuvering and precise shots. Ave Imperator, gentlemen." As the acolytes argue, attack, and antagonize each other, the din of a hurried cook can be heard from the next room. Bert old's voice can be heard over the commotion: "You bloody 'are me, they man wants Noah! Ya, I know I show'the told ya an hour ago, but I didn't know then! Just...serve the first bit, and bring they rest out as it's ready. I'll go a bring'em their drinks, den. And make sure they strudel dough is as transparent as me own soul; I should be able ta read a prayer book through it once s'its folded!" With an apologetic smile, he then edges slowly into the room, bearing two large bottles of amassed, two bottles of what appear to be carbonated mineral water, and glasses on a silver tray. Although reluctant to intercede in the affairs of acolytes, his professional pride appears to win out, and he raises his voice slightly to get your attention." Pardon they intrusion, Malta's, but Dinah is served in they main dining room. More'll be coming out as we eat; please, folly me." If you follow, you find yourselves in a large formal dining room, perhaps more suited to banquets than intimate meals. The hardwood floors and paneling gleam with a golden luster, and tapestries depicting the Emperor's glory adorn the walls. At around 10 meters long, the main table is enormous, although again the lack of any wear betrays the relative rarity of its use. Multiple dishes are already set on the table, including what appears to a grow stew of some kind, roast grow steaks, bowls of potato dumplings, and a host of different salads, vegetables, and sauces. 4 places are set on one end of the table, with the head of the table's spot conspicuously left bare." Roight, I must 'apologize for the lack of a prop spread, but I 'one this will do fur now, Malta's. Ring they' bell over there if ya need anything, and I'll be out right quick." Leaving the drinks he's carrying on the table, he shuffles towards the kitchen, muttering something about dessert under his breath. Narrow does his best to conceal his surprise and even more effort to not attack the sudden threat in their midst. However, he's smart enough to recognize an agent when he sees one, and before she has slid the hidden blade back within the duster his initial surprise is replaced with further irritation." I was wondering when you would join us. Infiltration, well done working yourself into a maid's outfit. What is it with you people, can't just use words you have to show and tell. Still a salute and answers that's still better than you." His voice drips with heavy sarcasm, and it's hard to tell if he's growling or if it's distortion from his augments. Narrow looks to Gulliver. The Parker merely raises an eyebrow at the Arbitrator's outburst, and the reveal of Agent Quill. They should have been provided a file on the other agents, really. Information on who they would be working with, along with their skills. Without an indication that such was to be shared, it makes Marius rather cagey. Everything is on a need-to-know basis, whenit needs to be known. Alleged Inquisitorial acolytes are thelastpeople anyone with any sense should trust, after all. He allows his prayer beads to slip onto his wrist, their black obsidian matching his shirt. He takes a seat, and nods his thanks to Bert old,"Thank you, Bert old. Your staff's efforts are much appreciated," he says quietly, almost timidly, although his body language betrays a very obvious confidence. At the dear Agent's dazzling entrance, Gulliver's face cracks again in a wide smile, his mechanical eyes lingering perhaps longer than is ordinarily polite. But just as quickly, he shifts his gaze at the Arbitrator's retort, his mood visibly souring for a moment - though it doesn't last. Throwing his hands in the air, he strides off to the dining room in with a laugh, calling back over his shoulder. "Fine then, if we're all going to bend a bloody knee to the haymaker, then I suppose there's naught I might do but concede the point. The name's Gulliver, and I do what none of you can - and that's make nice with the sorts that don't make nice with us. And pleased to meet you, miss." He takes a seat on the far side of the room, and immediately begins to serve himself and eat, muttering various indiscernible prayers and curses. After downing a large mouthful of the stew, he turns and addresses Brother Marius. "Say there friend, I've been wondering about that sword of yours. You said you made it yourself, which is rather impressive in its own right, isn't it? So then I'm curious - mind divulging about how long the process took?" "I said I was a Templar Cali, yes, and we do make our own swords,"begins Marius as he delicately cuts into his vegetables." The craft of 'Zeal', my soul-bound weapon, took three hundred and thirty-three days in total, in order to properly observe all the required rituals,"he explains. His voice doesn't betray any pride or artifice at all. It's all very matter-of-fact. He sips his water, and bites into the food in front of him, with a polite smile at Gulliver's interest in his craft. "Gulliver, so grateful you could join us." Varrog follows Bert old to the dining room and lowers himself into the closest chair, he does this with a fair amount of care obviously used to inadequate furniture. He places his helmet on the table and gingerly pulls the various foods towards him. He continues to devour all available nutrition with a measured, slow but steady pace, obviously enjoying the superb cuisine. Only pausing to knock back the amassed, he takes his time to appreciate the liquor allowing the aroma to tantalize him and taking small sips, however his ceaseless intake rapidly takes its toll on the bottle's contents. As he indulges himself he speaks, his voice still metallic, but becoming softer in tone as the fine dining lulls him."Thank you, Bert old, this is delightful. Right, so obviously Marius skills remove the need to capture one of the heads. All three churches have public sermons that we can attend, The Votive Church of Lieutenant Governor Friedrich is a recognized pilgrimage site, and thus has the least prohibitive security of the three. Renewal of the Emperor is most secure, given the criminal element, but still open to the public. The Shrine of the Gathering of the Chosen is probably the simplest affair, receptionists sure but nothing to keep anyone out. Marius can head to the votive church and read the mind of Hiram Ribs. Find out who's feeding him this fetid verse he's spewing. No point in the rest of us sitting on our thumbs while he does it though. Gulliver, make nice with the Renewal group, criminal element should be up you alley, Quill you reckon you're up to some snooping see what you can find. I'll ditch the armor, don a frilly red dress and recon the Gathering chosen. We all meet up back at the villa and plan our next step. I think that's all we can do till we've got more to go on, we need information, lots of it and fast. And tune your beads to TAC frequency 18.783.221." Narrow continues to churn the delicious food relentlessly down his throat, despite his vigor not a single scrap escapes; Narrow keeps his mouth closed while he chews savoring each bite and handles the polished tableware with a cautious grasp. Considering it looks as though an Ogden has joined them for tea, it's spectacular that his gauntleted grip shatters nothing, however this seems to stem from concentrated restraint rather than a delicate ease. His voice continues." Splitting up is certainly the fastest way to cover multiple avenues of investigation. However, given the riots slumbering scintilla could be considered dangerous, the situation on the ground could shift rapidly. No, we'd best stick together to better react to the intel you gather, Marius. No telling what it is, and we may have to act fast. Then the question becomes where do we focus our attention first. The Gathering chosen is likely to be chaotic and the most problematic, a powder-keg if it sparks. If we're embroiled in a riot it could delay our investigation. We'd likely have the least trouble gaining entry, but there is no guarantee after that. The pilgrimage site, the votive church. It's still a simple affair, yet the press of thousands of pilgrims... another delay. Arbiter credentials might enable us to jump the queue, but no promise of seeing Father Hiram Ribs. Also, Given Ribs, miraculous, talents he may not be the best target for our initial probes. Especially since he has a great deal of public support, any move against him must be certain or risk a bloodbath at the votive. No, it's clear the renewal is our best bet. Secure, sure. No doubt dangerous criminals, enforcers and bosses. But with Gulliver's professed talents, we may be able to get a private reading... or at least a good seat in the sermon. Marius? Would that be enough for you to tell who is feeding him the bile?" While Narrow talks he continues to eat and continues to drink, finishing the bottle he reaches for another pulling another grow steak within reach. His voice has a mildly disconcerting habit of continuing after he closes his mouth, he does his best to move his mouth with the words he says, but the preoccupation of eating means that sometimes he's finishing a sentence while popping another slice into his mouth. Spoiler Hide Sorry bout the double post in the IC, but plan V 2.0 for no party splitting. "HAH. 'Miss' says he!"comes a surprised, but pleased snort as Quill says to Gulliver,"Seems I'd misplaced the stamp-log of when I'd last been called that..." Strudel? Searching... searching, let's see... ancient traditional pastry, common amongst up hive old families. Related in terms of descent with the baklavas of the Scintilla and Jonathan steppe peoples... Ah, here we go... interesting. Curious. Aromatic? Yes. Delicious? ... Hmmmm. Yo-yoes." Ah, weakness of the flesh... FINELY done, master Bert old, thank you." Quill takes her time with the food. She'd had camp-roasted wild tribes on Dendrite, stomach-churning mussels on Land under, the various rat and mute cuisine on Vols, the deep-fried cog bugs of Zebulon, the thick and heavy brew-soups of Aluminum's mines... and everyday porridge, standard issue nutria-slurries and combat rations everywhere. It's not every day that a Scholar professor... or an adherent of the Adepts Mechanics... or a freelance scholar of sociology and architect... or a Throne Agent... gets to Seymour such exquisite cuisine. Tholl-bleeding genuine STEAK. Messiah forgive this rusty's weakness, but... STEAK. Saints of steel and smoke... STEEEAAAAAKK. When Gulliver asks of Marius about his sword's craft, her mouth presently occupied, a lumen-and-sensor topped mechadendrite snakes out from her collar, blinks its light and nods in her stead. When she swallows, she blurts an incoherent stream of mechanical litanies, then says,"...ah. Just as I was about to ask. Interesting. How smooth is the transition, and transmission, and storage? Of your... power, into... Zeal?" Still taking her time with dinner, nodding every so often in acknowledgement of Narrow's points, she raises a brow when he finishes, nods again, and says,"Yes, sir, quite right. To business, shall we? Would it not be wise to adjourn to the libraries--- if we may, master Bert old? To prepare, of course, before we begin the investigation-proper." As they reconvene in the library, the scholar's hands are already leafing through their mission dossier, and then she pauses, leaning on a desk's edge. Staring at the papers. Holding the sheaf with her right hand, reading and re-reading with her eyes while her left hand and her now unleashed optic mechadendrite jot away notes on a data slate." Interesting. Disturbing..."she says while reaching for certain tomes and conferring with Bert old every so often for counsel and confirmation of her growing suspicions. Hrhmmm. Why do I get the feeling that I'm forgetting something, something in my... encrypted research slates? May the Messiah's light show the way... Even as she lays out books and rattles away notes, she begins a discourse,"Gentlemen, this matter IS certainly a heresy, of that have no doubt... On the surface, it's not that much different from many other common sermons, but. Note here, and here, those discordant notes? And, note here, when have you heard any '---mercy through service---' push in a common sermon?" Knowledge is power, guard it well... says Adtech doctrine. All knowledge is precious, never stop searching. And, by extension, questioning. Then again, does not faith grow by testing, by trial and by questioning? Interesting. Disturbing. These Insurrectionists... Something is rotten in the heart of Scintilla..." But, note. Thought begets doubt, doubt begets heresy. To question the power of the Administrator, the Ecclessiarchy, and all the other institutions of His Holy Majesty--- is to question the authority of the High Lords of Terra. And to question Terra is to doubt the Emperor. That, gentlemen, is heretical doctrine and heretical practice. To preach something like that is to mislead the masses, to engender rust in the cogs of the Imperium... Indeed, what this is leading to is not just heresy but outright rebellion. Hamm... Hamm... Jam these sluggers. That phrase itself, 'Mercy Through Service'? In all the myriad accepted and sanctioned variants of the Imperial Creed, there is no mention of that doctrinal phrase in any bit of true Sacred Scripture. Quite right, Master Bert old, quite right... ah, indeed... Moreover, though there are as many subordinate versions of the Imperial Creed as there are populations in the Imperium, and even myriad different images and depictions of Him on Terra, Our Father On Earth, Hallowed Be His Name, All father, Messiah, et cetera praise be unto Him, there is absolutely none that includes any variant of the key phrase 'a million hands'. Indeed, such a phrase is more commonly seen amongst the followers of THE Archenemy. Well? Is that so, Master? Interesting. Disturbing. Agreed, agreed... And... that's not all... Gentlemen, we may well be having outright conflict within the Inquisition with this heretical matter... Are you familiar with the Radical-aligned Recongregation faction? In brief, what they seek is renewal and revivification of the Imperium through outright upheaval. Revolution. Quite a few Inquisitors were detained, tried and executed by the Conclave for stepping far too far beyond... acceptable parameters. Once again we come to that damned phrase "million hands" and its subordinate clauses. That is not exactly directly related to the Recongregants, but rather to another little known faction, the Oreos Hydra. By now, it has been nearly two centuries since their concerted purge by the Byzantine Conclave. Further details are... unfortunately, beyond this humble cog at this time. My apologies..." At the end of her long, tome-and-notes-and-consulting interrupted discourse, Quill stretches and grunts." Omnissiah forgive me. I need a drink. KIRK." Once she returns with a tall glass of milk, leaning on the library's main table where the bulk of their preliminary research is laid out, she says,"Well, then. Have we a plan, gents? Considering officer Narrow's points, earlier... yes, out of those three suspect churches, should be good to hit the Renewal first. And sticking together. Hmm. Also, do you reckon we could interview some of the line troopers who'd been there to repress the first few riots? May hap they may know some things that never made it to the official records?" Narrow finishes eating his personal feast and joins Quill in the library. He spends hours pouring over dusty tomes and flipping through pages. In the end he listens to the discourse from Quill and helpful hands her a glass of amassed when she expresses her need. Narrow himself quite happy to finish, what is his third bottle, without the aid of another glass." My own analysis concurs with yours, I have nothing of value to add. I believe we have exhausted what we can learn without boots on the ground. Interviews with the line troopers could tip our hand. We can't divulge our intent to the Adepts, until it is a necessity, to do otherwise would compromise our investigation. As for a plan, we have one, tomorrow before daybreak we shall head to the renewal. Unless anyone has a better idea." Spoiler Hide I'm aware Quill got herself a glass of milk to drink but Amassed. Assuming no-one objects the plan is to be at renewal as the sun rises tomorrow and then rely on Gulliver's talents as necessary to get Marius close enough to voodoo the answers we seek. Marius nods his agreement to the plans, although he is careful to point out his own limitations,"We should prepare a Plan Beta, should the unexpected or untoward happen. Although my mind-reading powers are likely to be invaluable, as demonstrated, the powers of the warp can be fickle. They're unlikely to reveal us as investigators, of course, but we should be prepared to lay the blame on others should they become visible, for instance. I believe that Gulliver appears gifted enough to deflect any such accusations, on the small chance that they may come up. As small as such a chance is, it is best to be informed and prepared for such an eventuality." Again, he seems very matter-of-fact, to the point. He seems rather accepting of his own limitations, and the risks involved in using his powers. "Plan B is always withdraw and regroup. If you can't perform, we'll have to go with the other strategy and grab one of the church leaders for a quiet conversation. I'm sure that Gulliver can play off any unfortunate situation that may arise, otherwise violence will, by necessity, be our likely recourse. We have limited knowledge now and little time to waste. However, as our investigation proceeds other options may become apparent." Gulliver found himself, at the end of long day, grumbling and cursing to himself once more as he twisted through the passageways of the Inquisitor's villa. Without a guide, the going was significantly more frustrating than it had been previously, and that did not help his mood. Ever since he left behind the fine food and drink of Inquisitor Verbal's finest refinements, the quality of his day had steadily degraded - there's nothing worse than having to deal with ignorant churchgoers, though the irrelevant ones were almost as bad. The few that would ever actually respond to his lost pilgrim shtick were little more than common city-folk, who either didn't know enough to be useful or weren't intelligible enough in their slurred-cant to have their meaning understood. Usually, Gulliver prided himself on his ability to adapt his speech to match his environment; but here, some of these people were practicallyHivers, Emperor damn it. And not the nice kind either - these were stuffed into too tight seams with prideful glances swept beneath sweat-sopped brows; they clambered about their sanctimonious business, just as ants work in inept silent servitude. Mindless, they speak was naturally devoid of anything worthwhile. Though it's entirely possible that Gulliver was just sour from having been spat on. The few citizens that were actually willing to share words with the grubby Adtech pilgrim wandering the Scintilla streets that day were mostly asked general questions about the "beautiful" Votive church. Their praises flew quickly, for who wouldn't praise such a majestic institution? It was only right that they'd guide the lost soul to its doors, wasn't it? But then things took always took a turn for the worse, when the bloody cog asked about the Shrine, or worse yet the Renewal. No one wanted to speak then, and the worst of them became more than angry with Gulliver in his line of questioning. It was not a pleasant day. It took long enough, but finally the Reclamation found his way to the central chambers of the Inquisitor's, where he could meet his not-yet-erstwhile companions. Their rough company, sure, but better than the drivel outside. Much better; at least they can handle a decent conversation. Collapsing onto the furniture, Gulliver grunts loudly and tosses aside his simple disguise (the remains of his Scarlet Adepts robe, usually tucked into one belt or another). He kicks his feet up, leaning them against a table within reach. He waits a moment longer before speaking." Well then, how's it been? I'm hopin' your Library search was more productive than the commons, since not a one told me jack more than we thought already. Votive is nice, can't say the same for the Shrine or Renewal. More than a few didn't like the fact that I even mentioned either of them. But hey, what was I expecting, really?" His ticking gaze spins across the room, taking in the remains of the others' research." My my, the tin-twins have been up to some serious reading. Hope the two of you got plenty to talk about. Info, plans, anything? Or are we just going with spooks over here to get what we need?" Narrow looks up from the stacked tomes, swirls the amber liquid in his bottle and answers Gulliver." Information, yes. Useful, not in the immediate. The creed they're preaching is heresy. But I knew that already. They're making up patches of creed whole cloth the bit about mercy. Ha. Not something the emperor is really known for. And the spiel about many hands, that usually means Franklin' warp follies not our lord. Quill proved good at hunting down the information, but the plan still the one we were mulling over when you stepped out. We're heading to criminal's church and you're doing the talking. Try an' get a private audience with the man if you can, or at least some front rows seats for his sermon. Then spooks will do his thing, hopefully everything will go off without a hitch. Ha. Get some rest, we have a busy day tomorrow." Varrog finishes off the miserable remnants of the amassed and moves off in search of whatever rooms the inquisitor had provided. In the morning, after an exhausting course of research either in the library or on the streets, you awaken to the smell of decaff and a similarly extravagant spread as last night for breakfast. Bert old seems to have indulged in the decaff before you awake; the dark circles under his eyes seem to do nothing to dampen his energy or spirits. However, this morning he does not join you for breakfast, merely making sure you have all you need before hurrying out the door on other errands. If asked, Bert old says that he is making contact with another Inquisitorial team, but refuses to elaborate; on his way out, he suggests taking the mono down to the Mid-Hive, where the Renewal of the Emperor is located. The early morning sun on the spires of Scintilla, combined with the results of the nights snowfall, transmutes normally grimy surfaces into gleaming wonders. The entire city appears transformed into crystal or glass, at least in the Cathedral District. As you travel towards the transit station, however, this impression fades; the footprints of citizens, pilgrims, and functionaries combines with pollutants to render the snow an ankle-high gray-brown slush marked in places by red drifts of rust. This grimy, slushy substance clings to any available surface, and seems to refuse to be removed; any cloth it touches for long begins to bleach due to chemical exposure. On your way to the transit station, you attract a few stares from passers-by, although not the type that suggests a tail; rather, you are one eclectic collection out of many these folks will see during their day. The only passengers on the mono headed towards Mid-Hive appear to be Arbiter, returning from rest-shifts to their posts; thus, they pay you little attention. At the Mid-Hive station, though, a young, smooth-faced Arbiter control officer stops you as you step off of the mono. Although clearly intimidated by Narrow's size, he stops all of you with a barked command:"Halt citizens! I. D passes, please. No unauthorized traffic is permitted at this time in Mid-Hive. Failure to heed this directive is a crime, as is deceiving an officer of the Lex Imperialism." He holds one hand out for passes or some form of I. D, with another hand on his combat shotgun. Three compatriots of his stand ready 5 meters away. Spoiler: Rolls: Hide I would like one Opposed Deceive Test from the group, opposed by this Awareness test: (1d100)[51] Of course, assistance is absolutely allowed. And other methods, if you all have another idea. Narrow himself was running on recap, having drank several shots of the stimulating substance over the evening's night of work. When they departed Narrow placed himself directly behind Gulliver, following like a loyal hired gun. When the arbiter stopped their small party, Narrow smiled beneath his helmet. Inside his pocket was a. D that make this routine stop vanish, but he wanted to see what Gulliver had... Varrog crosses his arms waiting to see what Gulliver does. Spoiler Hide If possible Narrow will use his shear intimidating-less to "assist" any play Gulliver makes.(1d100)[68] Edit: This is a failure, by 2 degrees. Marius, of course, presents his identification rather meekly. It doesn't identify him as a Parker, he has other papers for that. There are few details at all on it, but it has the necessary ones, or at least he would hope so. Spoiler Hide Deceive (1d100)[83] The stream of traffic coming off the train has lessened to a trickle, a few stragglers who were either slow, or have stopped to watch your altercation. Three of these Arbitrators, noticing your reluctance to provide I. D, have begun to approach, with hands on the handles of their shock mauls. Meanwhile, the young Arbitrator is becoming agitated, and a Lower Hive twang previously carefully suppressed has started to bleed into his Gothic. His eyes bore into you, dilated pupils almost obscuring the green of his iris. Spittle flies from his lips in small droplets as he shouts, the echoing of his voice loud in the empty station. His hands are balled into fists, but within easy reach of his shotgun, an intimidating, large piece." If ya want ta get out of this station walking and not in a body bag, ya need ta stop Franklin me around and Anna they question! What do ya want in they Mid-Hive, and where is yer proper I? D? If your here by mistake, tell me, and I'll make sure ya don't get hurt, maybe a week or two in the cells. But if ya lie to me again, I'll 'have to consider ya enemies of they Emperor and deal with ya right here!" Spoiler: Stuff and Things Hide It doesn't take a perceptive individual to see that this Arbitrator is about to snap if you don't find a way to defuse the situation. Either another opposed Deceive test, this time with a -10 penalties against his earlier Awareness of 51, or another clever solution, will be necessary to avert bloodshed. Gulliver was no gambler, not really - never saw the profit in relying on luck for coins; the black market's just as kind to the pockets, and even more so to the kneecaps than the former; and that's saying something, mind you. Gulliver Amstel had no need for fickle fortune to win his fights, thank you very much. That said, he couldn't deny his own licks of good fortune through the years, when every so often things might just swing in his favor for no discernible reason. Lady Fortune's Wheel and all that, what with its lows and its highs. Gulliver just so happened to get some damn fine highs, that's all. More than a few times it was nothing but luck that'd saved his skin: like that time the Mecca-whore he'd hired turned out to be some poor forgotten Arc-Flagellant. Sure as hell wasn'ttskillthat saved his hide that day. As luck would've had it, the old thing's claws had rusted away some centuries ago. Now THAT was some franking excellent fortune. Still, he'd come out of the whole affair thoroughly terrified, and with more broken bones than he'd ever experienced at any one point in his life before; he'd barely even escaped with his life. And considering his line of living, THAT was saying something too. Hey now, don't be so prude. How is else is this cyborg pile of piss going to get anything? Empire's a big place, life's life, urges are urges, etc. All this shallow reminiscing almost made Gull want to laugh, if he'd been by himself. Good thing no one else could listen in. Within the confines of your own thoughts, no one gets to hear you laughing at them. See? Damn lucky. Of course, back then revenge had been rather prominent in Gull's mind, but that's when his luck ran out for concerning the whole ordeal. Almost as if, he had some certain allotment of fortune per important event - only so many things could go his way during any one thing. Made Gull wish that he had control over it. Even if you can only do it three or four times, making your own luck would be quite the ability. The rest of the story? The electron-pimp must've either fled the planet, or more likely, some other sour sod had gotten to him first. Yeah, that dastard was dead, surer than spit. See, the trouble is, you just can't rely on any little bit of luck to save you every time. Take the here and now, for example. With every passing second, Gulliver was more convinced that no amount of good luck could save them from a gory death by the present shotguns, and the shotguns of those shotgun's reinforcements. It was during trying times like these that one had to be true to himself. And if in our most challenging moments, we don't give in to our own truest-self, than can we even claim to possess an inner-self? This was one of life's greater mysteries - what separates the sentient from the bestial, beyond self-delusion? Gulliver may have been more willing to ponder, if he hadn't already taken a few meter's run from the scene. If there was any mantra that defined Gulliver's true self, it'd be, "when the going gets tough, it's time to get going." That said, he simply couldn't bring himself to keep going. So there he stood, acting like a damned fool, two meters behind his companions, hoping beyond hope that Narrow's bulk would block the Arbiter' line of sight. And yet, there was more to it than that, that "feeling that halted his step". No beating around the push, Gull knew what it was. Being himself no newcomer to guilt - Gulliver knew that's why he hadn't bolted yet. Call it force of habit, but usually the law, and he weren't the best of friend. Today it looked as though he wasn't the only one feeling that, so it would be his responsibility to help out. If there was ever an emotion the Adtech should slice out it would be guilt, damn it all. But he supposed that one couldn't maintain any sense of human sentience (or sanity?) without a subconscious, and the former emotion practically came with the latter effigy, so far as Gulliver was concerned. Of all the times to make himself an ass, it had to be now, didn't it? Gulliver spun around, ensuring that he still maintained some cover between the Officers and himself. Wouldn't do for them to see him now. Drawing his crimson adorned Mechanics cowl over his head, he pulled deeper into the shadows the worn covering provided. He quickly accompanied the motion with an adjustment to the mechanics of his eyes, allowing the glowing orbits to protrude beyond the edge of his hood. Drawing his heavy coat around his scrawny frame, he completed the image by assuming a stiff-legged gait, implying unseen (and nonexistent) leg-splints, or further augmentations. He clicked his teeth together several times in anticipation, then shouldered through the cluster back to the Arbiter. He was no miracle worker, but dammit all he'd give it a go." Calm, Fellow, Calm." He hissed in the uncanny stilted monotone of the ubiquitous logger." He's Only A Young Compatriot, Does Not Yet Know The Proper Operations. Pay No Mind." Gently, he pushed Marius behind him with the one hand, slowly maneuvering him out of the Officer's direct view. With that same obscured hand, he gestured to the rest with a twirl of his wrist (play along, please Messiah, let them understand)." Now Then. I Received Notice Of An Mid-Hive, Which Has Need Of A Tech-Crew." Here he flashed the Cog embroidery of his hood, and tapped his mechanical eyes knowingly, eliciting several twitches and buzzes from the complex ornaments." Did Any Of You Give Call, Or Was It Issued By A Superior Officer? I Was Informed Of Severity Only, Not Detail. Implying The Significance Of Haste. As Such, I've With Me An Expert, A Recently Issued Servitor, And Then This Acolyte. He Presence Is One Of An Educational Purpose, Nothing More." In turn, Gulliver gestures first to Quill, then Narrow, and finally Marius." I Myself Am Projective Manager Veteran Major-Reclaimator Amstel Bailey, Newly Transferred From Off-System. Do Any Of You Possess Knowledge Of The Situation Awaiting Us? We Are Required Presently. If Not, I Request Passage, And Shall Inform All Pertinent Superiors Of This Delay In Our Required Task." Spoiler: Rolls Etc. Hide Hope you guys don't mind Gulliver being raunchy. I can tone it back if you prefer, but I was having fun. But on the topic of rolls: though I feel like I've been suitably clever, I also have pretty much attempted to Deceive the Arbiter as well. So here's the roll for that: Deceive [-10]: [roll0] vs. 40 And just in case it does come to combat, is it safe to assume that Gulliver has all of his equipment on his person, except the large and obvious Sniper Rifle? Spoiler Hide Shoot. Editing seems to have removed my roll. Also, it would seem that I wrote 40 for Deceive rather than 50, since that's what Gulliver's Fellowship score is in actuality. So without further ado: Deceive [-10] - (1d100)[5] vs. 50 As Gulliver maneuvers Marius behind him, all hell looks about to break loose; the Arbitrators' hands reach for his shotgun and then-He sees the cogwheel icon on Gulliver's robe, and hesitates. That is all the opening Gulliver needs, and as he weaves his story, the Arbitrator begins to breathe more steadily, and he backs away from the group slightly. Evidently the Cogwheel makes him slightly superstitious, as he can be seen uttering a chant of forgiveness under his breath. As he gets himself under control again, his accent mostly vanishes, leaving only a slight twang." Beg your pardon, sir. I would Neva want to disrupt an agent of the Messiah on their holy duty, oh no I wouldn't. I don't know anything about any service call, but I imagine you know better than I, why would they tell the rank and file, right? Furthermore, I'm sorry for the delay; please, let me speed you on!" He waves you through the perfunctory security-screening awaiting all visitors, and then ushers you through the main doors onto Emperor's Avenue, one of five such streets in the Mid-Hive district officially known as Mercy and unofficially known as the Sump-Heap." Best of luck, gentleman!" The Emperor's Avenue train station, seen from the outside, is a disheveled, and yet somehow grand, place. Aging marble, once likely white, has been stained brown by the pollution of ages, and the gargoyles, statues, and other decorative elements dotting its facade have lost any gilding they may have once had. However, in contrast to everything else on the street, it at least looks structurally sound, and appears to have all of its original building materials. The other buildings surrounding are mostly ramshackle metal and stone constructions reaching at most 12 stories, with the Hive ceiling not far above. Oily liquid occasionally drops from the metal roof to plop into the general refuse piled on the sidewalks, which are surprisingly quiet for this early in the work cycle. Arbiter patrols roam through the streets, although none appear to notice the surrounding dregs unless they are in their way. The Church of the Emperor's Renewal can be seen on the far end of the avenue, seemingly the only actually clean thing around. Inwardly, for their journey thus far, Quill had been seething with curses. Much to her chagrin, ever since barely surviving the ordeal on Vols, her sense of focus was never the same. Certainly, slaking one's thirst for knowledge is held a virtue amongst the ranks of the Messiah's adepts, but having a mind that's prone to too much wandering is of less val... With a conscious effort, she files away her churning thoughts for another time, some other time when she could better indulge, with the... research... in the unmarked and encrypted slates in her bag. Frustration? Shame? Weaknesses she could do better without. Glass of amassed. Ticking clock. Preparations, come and gone. Gull's return, report, processed. Morning newsfeeds. Breakfast, brisk... not standard issue rations. Door closing. Alley cats yowling. Sector capital traffic. Monorail transit... newer sections, numbered filed with alphanumerics, city's old sector, still named in commemoration of past centuries' notable people... interesting... look it up later, not now, not now... The various details tick by in a psychosynaptic exercise to rein in her thoughts... Arbite ID check? Papers or pistol? Before she could draw either, though, their resident fast-talker had already deployed his guile. Scrap... scrap, SCRAP. May the Messiah forgive and UNAM me. Quill actually did have her papers on her. Several sets, in fact. The most recent issued from the local Scholar at which she'd been teaching for the past few years. The most relevant being the standard papers and insignia as a tech priest, though of a different branch of the Cult Mechanics than Gull------whose story she presently corroborates with remaining silent beneath her coat's hood, and snaking out a mechadendrite and giving the inquisitive patrolman a blink of the optics. Once clear of earshot, she coughs,"Well oiled, brother." Narrow moves past the suddenly cowed arbiter, beneath his helmet a smirk grows. He moves stiffly, something that doesn't require much effort on his part, to sell the act that he was a servitor. He considered briefly adding some mechanical sounds for effect, but decided not to over-sell the bought story. Once past the arbiter Narrow joined Quill in congratulating Gulliver." Smooth as Circadian oysters. A servitor, Hamm. Smart. So let's find our target, make a bee-line for the chapel." Leading the shambling trio of fellows through the Arbiter blockade, Gulliver is just able to maintain his composure past the hard glares of the Officers' helms. Once out of eye- and earshot, he quickly tears off his ruffled Mechanics hood and whoops with self-satisfied laughter. Regaining his breath and some sense of personal dignity, he shuffles through his various bandoliers and pockets to ensure all of his equipment is properly stowed away. Spinning back to the rest, the light mood rapidly dissipates, even in the glow of praise. "Right then. Yes, yes, thanks and all - but we just came too damn close back there. We're fortunate that Officer still had some respect for the other Adepts Institutions besides his own, but not all of them will. If there's anything any of you might have to prevent another near-shootout, not including my glibness, let's hear of it, yes?" Narrow reaches into one of the armored pouches at his waist and removes his own identification, the symbol of the Arbiter is clearly visible, a fist clenched on the scales of justice. Beneath his helmet he allowed himself a small smile, the hint of which could be heard in his grating voice." Official Adepts Arbiter Identification. It will allow us to pass further inquiries without trouble."

Ketzerei gebiert Ketzerei, Akt 1_ Shadows of the Spires|rating:4.0

A Students Make the Best Sex Slaves (Zero and Pyana)

(looked nothing like the lewd, half naked pic she had sent the stranger last night via email along with her favorite rape fantasies. That girl had her ass-long brown hair down, was dressed in a tiny cropped black t-shirt pulled up over her soft C cup tits, revealing rosy pink hard nipples. That girl wore nothing over a pair of panties that had one thin hand buried beneath them, her head thrown back, and honey brown eyes closed in the very picture of teenage ecstasy. But now seventeen-year-old April looked different, dressed in a lavender draping tank top held to her body by thin black straps over her shoulders. A crocheted black mini skirt barely (and arguably) reached school code in the middle of her sleek golden tanned thighs. She wore small black pumps, and had that long chestnut brown hair pulled up in a neat twisted not on the back of her head. She was strutting down the school hallway as if she owned it, notebook in hand, waving at her friends, stopping to chat with a few. But not for long. She had business to attend too. Her fellow student's wanted fresher foods in the salad bar. Yes, she looked very different. But there was no question it was the same girl. The girl that was president of the student council, straight A student, top performer on the debate team, and surely to be voted most likely to succeed was the same lewd slut who begged men to rape her on online forums. She teased them, loved how they lusted for her at the same time she craved to be under them. She didn't want to be the president of the student council, she wanted to be under every male member of it. Furthermore, she didn't want to be the straight A student except in Sex Ed. But when you have grown up being pushed to excel - it was hard to change. So she turned down the dates that might have left her open to explore her budding sexuality. She declined to go to parties, even knowing any boy in the school would love to get her naked at those parties. Oh, yes the boys tried. They flocked to the slim, elegant girl. They tried every trick in the book to get her naked - or even halfway there. But she just smiled and moved on, leaving them frustrated and alone. She breezed into the school office, greeting the school secretary cheerfully, answering a question in regard to her absentee parents currently on a trip to Europe, and then politely knocked on the Principle's closed door. Jake Kiel had been the principal at Álava High School for a few years now. It was a job he had always wanted, and he had turned down other careers which could have brought him more money and perhaps a better lifestyle to be here. It was all about the perks, the fact that he was not only in charge, but could easily be around pretty and nubile young females... in the prime of their lives. He wasn't dumb, and during his stay he simply waited for the right opportunity to present itself, handling his daily role giving the teachers and students what they needed. Of course, Jake could have never dreamed of the opportunity which had come his way. He was a member of several BSDM forums, a very passive participant as he enjoyed browsing the scene rather than actively participating in fantasy playtime. It was just weeks before that he stumbled upon a picture of a young girl, cropped to hide her face and any distinguishing features... Jake couldn't help but stop over it to take a look. It took him a few minutes but, the more that he looked at it, the more convinced that he knew who it was. He made contact with the girl and after a few back and forth sessions where he aggressively demanded of to see her fully, to indulge her in her fantasies did she send him proof of who she was. April Baxter. The student council president who met with him almost every other day. From the moment she took office she had been a bit of a thorn on his side. Being an excellent debater, she often won arguments with him, forcing him to spend more on the students than he wanted and requiring him to do extra work in order to accommodate her various needs. She hadn't been a pushover like other presidents before her, making empty promises and allowing Jake to do as he wished with the student budget. But all that was about to change, now that he knew April's secret. He had the half-nude image of her up on his computer when she had knocked, having already masturbated to it once that day, and collecting his cum from it for use later. He minimized the window before walking over to the door to open it up for her, as he smiled. "Nice to see you again Miss Baxter, have more requests for me? I actually have something I wanted to discuss with you as well, so please come in." He told her, as he opened the door up as he waited for her step inside before closing it. His office was at the very far end of the school building, and his door was thick so, not much sound could be heard going in and out. Perfect for what he planned to do, especially since he had offhandedly mentioned to his secretary that she could leave early if she wanted. Jake himself was a middle-aged man, handsome still but Moreno in an experienced way. He had short black hair had maybe one white or two within, but nothing too much, while his pale blue eyes had the look of someone who was very knowledgeable, perhaps even wise. He was wearing dress pants and a simple dress shirt, giving off a professional look but not too formal. Furthermore, he was lean and fit, clearly took good care of his body by going to the gym, but not the kind of young and athletic like the young jocks of the school. Today, he kept a little closer to April than he normally did, his eyes on her face as a sign of respect. He didn't need to fantasize about undressing her, he already knew what she looked like underneath her clothes. Now all that was left was to get her into a vulnerable position, and then give to her the fantasies she had e-mailed him about. But not yet, first to hear her out, to get her nice and comfortable so she suspected nothing. He walked back over behind his desk and sat down, putting his hands on the desk as he spoke again. "So, what business do you have for me today?" April smiled at Mr. Kiel as he ushered her into his office. She enjoyed these meetings. Not only did the obvious benefits win her many friends at the school, but she got to match wits with an intelligent adult. It certainly did quite a bit for her ego when she so often came out on the winning side. She couldn't blame him entirely though she was usually the one presenting her ideas so had plenty of time to prepare for them, while he got blindsided by her carefully prepared arguments. The same thing would happen today, and she had no doubt she would win. Other student government presidents went and asked, and offered feeble excuses as to why. April approached her position like a job, she was always prepared, always dressed nicely for their meetings." Yes, Sir. Several of the students have approached me with a request. I researched it and decided it was a legitimate request. I am sure you will find it to be the same." She sat down in the offered chair, smoothing her skirt as she did so. There was no point in making him wonder if it met school code. It did - when she was standing. But the knit material tended to ride up her bare legs when she sat down. Outside the secretary began preparing to leave. The Principle had no more appointments today, and it was the second to the last period of the day." The student body is in agreement that we need fresher food on the salad bar. I have personally examined the bar at different times during the day. The first period that eats has really fresh food, but I don't think the lunchroom ladies change out the food unless it disappears. By the third period I have seen wilted and browned lettuce, soggy and warm tomatoes, limp cucumber, and warm diced eggs. Here is a graph showing how the nutritional value in fresh salad foods decreases greatly in a short amount of time." She opened her notebook, sliding an outstanding color graph across his desk. Her fingernails were painted a bright berry pink. "This is a printout of the Federal guidelines for school nutrition." She slid that over as well, a printout from the library no doubt. "As you can see the nutritional value to the later periods is below federal guidelines. Simply having the lunchroom ladies put out fresh food for each lunch period - whether it has been eaten or not - will make sure federal guidelines remain fulfilled by the school. Plus changing out the food will ensure the school is not the victim of lawsuits due to food poisoning. Warm eggs in particular are extremely unhealthy." She sat back with a pleased smile, proud of herself. Who could argue with federal guidelines and health and safety concerns? If this had been a normal meeting, Jake's smile would have disappeared when April brought out the color graph detailing how the nutritional value of food decreased over time. While April's points were definitely well-thought-out, she always did have a little way of putting her own spin on things, to press on matters that, at least Jake thought, couldn't matter less. The whole topic that April was bringing up served a very small part of the student population. Her little diagram didn't take into account the fact that most of the student population chose fries over fresh food, which was why they went bad as the periods went on, rather than getting changed. That, and the way that she said it. She was sure that he would find it the same? Oh, he was going to very much enjoy knocking her down a few pegs. Well, maybe that was being conservative, by the time he was done with her, she'd barely be able to stand on her own two legs, let alone that high horse she currently rode around on. He tapped his fingers on the desk, stalling a little for time to give his secretary time to clear out, which would leave them alone. No one would even think to walk near, especially when the automatic lights in the other room shut off. At that point, April could make all the noise in the world, and no one would come. He looked forward to hearing that more animalistic side of her, than all of this bullshit she was trying to sell him." That's going to be a lot of wasted food you know Miss Baxter. Not to mention we probably don't have enough stock to refresh the food every period. Our budget barely passed last year, and actually I've been wanting to discuss whether you've reached out to the student body to maybe help ensure our budget passes this year. You are, for our budget yes?" Jake wanted to throw the young girl a bit of a curveball. He had mentioned it before, that the president needed to cooperate with the principal in order to do things like pass the budget. Would she be prepared or get flustered over it? Either way, he still needed to stall her until he could see the automatic lights in the next room shut off, signifying that there was no one out there anymore. His question caught her off guard, the confidence in her eyes changing to a startled look. She hesitated, her elegant fingers fumbling with the notebook in her lap. But she recovered quickly. As a matter of fact, it seemed she decided to play hardball." I realize the budget is tight, Mr. Kiel. But this is not about just any issue. This is about the health and safety of the student body. There is no more important issue than that. I realize that the lunchroom ladies complain of the wasted food, but would YOU eat at a salad bar with browning lettuce and warm egg salad? No one would who cared about their health. However, if the food was fresher I have no doubt that more students would eat it. As for the budget, how can you expect me to push for a new budget when the current budget does not even address the most basic needs of the students - fresh and healthy food? Or even comply with federal standards? However, if those needs are met, then I can assure you that I will personally collect signatures from the student body in support of the budget. Not only that I will give a speech as well at the school board budget meeting supporting your budget, provided of course it meets the student's needs." She smiled. It was not a terribly cocky smile, she tried to keep it pleasant. Even white teeth, those delicious pink lips curling up at the corners with a very edible sweetness. But it was an infuriatingly pleased smile, she was certain she was winning. Not only was she offering him something that many considered to be her duty anyway, but she had made it clear that his giving in to the demands of the student body would mean she would do a good job of that duty. Otherwise, she would not be so supportive. She sat primly, her bare knees turned ever so slightly to the side, her back straight and off the back of the chair. The girl was all business, as if fighting for a fresh serving of salad food truly did mean the health of her fellow students. In her mind she envisioned herself at a board meeting, combating a hostile CEO, making her point with clarity and precision. Most of her nonsexual fantasies revolved around the business world, and quite a few of her sexual ones. Several of those, she remembered, she had sent to the stranger online last night. The faintest of blushes tinged her cheek as she remembered what she had done. What had possessed her, letting the man talk her into sending her a picture like that? While it was admirable that April could recover so quickly, just something about her little speech rubbed him very wrong. His smile disappeared, and he couldn't help but give her a little cold stare. Not only was she attempting to give him no choice but to comply wish her little request, but she barely promised him anything when it came to his own. Passing the budget was one of the most important jobs he had, surely she had understood that. And yet, she seemed much more interested in winning a silly argument about fresh food." One of your responsibilities, Miss Baxter, is to make sure that you're making good on your promises. I believe when you were elected, you promised to be much more active in the student community, I think simply collecting signatures is hardly enough. Assume that I grant this request, Miss Baxter… I'm going to be asking this year for a fifteen percent increase due to all of your student body needs." Slowly he stood up as if to make a point. It was deliberate, as he made his way around his table before beginning to pace around her, something he hadn't done before." I'd like you to promise me something April. Promise that you will in fact, push for my budget… there's been rumors about that not even you support my budget." He walked over to her and put a little hand on her shoulder. "That couldn't possibly be true could it?" His reaction caught her off guard, her slender body stiffening slightly as he walked around her. Her shoulder flinched as his hand dropped on it." N.no, Sir." It was the first sign of a crack, a small stutter. "I have every intention of doing everything in my power to ensure that not just the student government, but the entire student body supports your budget, provided of course that it fulfills the needs of our student body." She was beginning to get the sense that this power play may have been a wrong step, but was not yet willing to back off. It wasn't blackmail, not really. It was just letting him know where her primary consideration was. Furthermore, it was not with him and his budget, but with the student body. As long his budget supported the needs - or rather wants - of the student body, she would support his budget." Perhaps I can gather some testimonials from some of the students regarding your leadership here, Mr. Kiel." It was an additional incentive. "That's not a promise, April. You know what they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions… and the more I hear you avoiding the truth of the matter, the more suspicious it is. The needs of the student body are ever-changing… what is to stop you from deciding any little thing will prevent you from supporting my budget hmm?" Jake was enjoying himself, liked that she had stuttered when he put his hand on her shoulder. It was just a glimpse into her real self, that soft core within her hard shell. While her fate was set already, Jake would take great pride if he could force a retraction, an admitted loss from April without resorting to exploiting her weakness. His hand left her shoulder, but on its way, he let it touch her face, her neck as if on accident even though he wanted her to feel his touch on her skin, a male's flesh upon her own if even for a second. Slowly he made his way in front of her again, as he leaned forward, his hands propped his body up by holding onto the chair's armrests." Work with me here, I believe I mentioned when you first took office… A student council president needs a working relationship with her principal. So far, you've been requesting quite a lot without giving anything back. Isn't that irresponsible of you?" It was finally Jake now on the attack, using much more direct tactics on April to get her to relinquish her power. He would have never done something like this if it hadn't been for the fact that now there was no danger of her accusing him of harassing her. That was always the shield she could have hid behind, although previously it was just a given that she had the upper hand because of it. That shield was broken now, something Jake knew but April likely did not. After all, how could he possibly harass a girl who had begged him to rape her. April suddenly felt cornered, in a way she had never been with him before. She had lost rounds with him before, of course. Not many - but it had happened. But something else was going on here, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. His hand left her shoulder as he walked away, brushing across her neck and cheek. She could still his fingers hot against her skin. Just the touch of a man was enough to send her backpedaling." I... I wouldn't do that, Sir. Furthermore, I mean, the salad bar is important. But I wouldn't say any old thing could make me not support the budget." It sounded all wrong, and she tried again. "I mean, I would support the budget. Because it's better for the students." It sounded lame, even she could sense that. He advanced on her again, leaning down, his hands on the arms of her chair as she leaned back, widened brown eyes staring at him as he got uncomfortably close. Her breathing quickened, her breasts rising and falling in the draping tank top. She swallowed hard, trying to recover, not realizing it was too late." N.no... I mean.... I didn't mean to. You haven't asked for much. And...and it's my job to tell you what the student body wants." She couldn't look him in the face, her anxious eyes looking everywhere BUT at him. Suddenly, desperately, she wanted this interview over." I... I promise to support the budget. And...and I guess if the lunchroom ladies just out less and change it out more, it would be fine..." She glanced down a wrist, decorated only with a little golden bracelet. No watch. That didn't stop her from trying, though." I think it's getting late, Sir. I should probably go to my last period." She had never cared about her classes before, and would cheerfully take up his entire day with silliness if he allowed it. She could easily keep up with her classes without being in them. But now they were an escape, and how could the principle possibly argue with the desire of a student to be in her class, especially when she had just handed him the argument on a golden lunch platter? For all of her preparation, it was really quite the sight to see how quickly April backpedals when he pushed the issue a little. Rather than the confident business girl she had walked into the office with, now she was giving even more than he had asked for simply because he was invading her personal space a little. The more and more ground she gave, the more confident that Jake became. He thought about the very long-winded rape fantasies she had e-mailed to him, vague enough to let Jake know that she was far from experienced, but with just enough detail in certain places that she had done her research on it, just like her silly requests to him. He pulled away when she requested however, knowing he didn't have much physical leverage on her when she was sitting in the chair. While he might have had his doubts when she had walked into the room, the way that her eyes so quickly look downwards and the manner at which she submitted to his demands was just a small peek into her true nature. Jake's eyes took a quick glance over to his doorway in order to confirm that it was dark in the other room, before turning back over to April to address her." I'm glad to hear that I have your cooperation, Miss Baxter. I have one last request for you before you return to class if you could please, I'd like you to go over something I have on my computer." He told her, as he stood still between her and the doorway, as he raised his arm and motioned for her to proceed behind his desk and look at the computer screen. He would follow closely behind her, and push the chair out of the way so that she wouldn't be able to sit, as leaned up right behind her, pressing his lean, strong body up against her own as he navigated the mouse to a document on the desktop, opening it up for her to read in a relatively small font, to force her to lean in further." This is the document I drew up for your request last week on replacing and adding books to the school library. Tell me whether it's to your liking or not." He asked her, as he now boxed her in, making it so she'd have to do a bit of acrobatics to even get away from him, and making it even more difficult for her to do anything without touching his body in some way. She was too relieved when he walked away from her to protest taking the time with something else. No sooner was he backing off than she relaxed with a soft sigh, wondering how he had gotten to her so quickly, so thoroughly. She stood up, her lean body twisting slightly to place her notebook in the empty chair. The movement pulled the thin draping tank top against her pert young breasts. With a faint smile at him, she stepped behind his desk, only aware of how closely he was following her when he moved the chair before she could sit down in it. Suddenly she felt suffocated by his presence again, her skin prickling, her throat dry as she bent over the desk to read the tiny print. His hard body moved to bend over hers, his voice was a murder in her ears as he clicked with the mouse, his breath warm against her ear. She couldn't even read it if she tried, her mind was too dazed and numbed by the sheer intimacy of their position. She was painfully aware of the vulnerable position she was in, with her small round ass thrust out, her skirt drawing much higher up her thighs than the acceptable school length, her tank top drooping slightly, giving a glimpse of the creamy side of her breast and the edge of a cream-colored silk bra. A quick jerk of her skirt, a yank on her panties - and her virginity would be a thing of the past. She would masturbate about this later, she was certain. It would spawn a new fantasy she would write to her new demanding friend online that she was already starting to think of in terms of "Master". She should protest, should stand up and insist he back off and read it, but...she didn't want to. It was all so awkward, she would be embarrassed if she had to say anything. It was all completely innocent, after all this was Mr. Kiel, not some perverted dark man from her fantasies." Umm, it...it looks fine." It may not have even been such a document for all she knew. She hadn't read a word of it. She tried to focus, but that hard male body against hers made it impossible. "Nonsense." Jake replied, almost cutting her off when she told him that it looked fine. He could tell that she was distracted, that she barely looked at the document and was clearly thinking of more naughtier things. His hand moved to clamp over her own, as he guided it over to the mouse and scrolled down it, revealing that in her distracted state, she hadn't even looked at the whole thing before telling him that it was fine." It's very unbecoming of a student council president to lie so blatantly like that. What's wrong, Miss Baxter? You look like you're preoccupied with something, that there's something on your mind. Maybe it's the skirt that you're wearing that's not to school code?" He asked, as he pressed tugged at her skirt a little, before feeling up her round ass in order to pull her skirt down to where a more 'conservative' skirt should have been, down hear her knees. Of course, that meant the skirt was now already half off her waist, and was now binding her legs together." Maybe you need a little punishment hmm? Say, 'I'm sorry for lying'," He told her, before he gave her a light spank, pressing her hips against the table so that she had no leverage to get up. Sure, she could try and headbutt him, but he was ready for that as well should she try. He had her exactly where he wanted her, vulnerable… trapped. He could fulfill her wishes at any time, but first… he wanted to toy with her first. See how far he could act like a principal before she realized that he shouldn't be able to do these things and resists. Then of course, he'd simply apply more force, and dominate her until she submitted to him. She stared down at his hand covering her own, her thin elegant fingers barely able to be seen underneath his. It was such a little expression of control, why did it make her knees so weak? Why could she hardly breathe? She was trembling as he almost whispered in her ear, reprimanding her...for lying? Lying about what? She saw the tiny font in front of her...oh....that... Then his hand was yanking her skirt down, and she let out a gasp, her body stiffening. Did he REALLY just do that? She could feel her ass exposed now, the skirt clamping over her crotch, wrapping tightly around her slender pale thighs, keeping them squished together. Punishment? She turned her head, honey-colored eyes staring in shock at him, flaring when his hand came down with a light slap on her round little ass, right on top of her pale yellow cotton bikini panties. Her reaction was instinctive, her hips jerking, a faint adorable sounding whimper. Her cheeks flamed scarlet as she slid her free hand behind her back, fingers fumbling for the waistband of her skirt, trying to tug it up over her ass. She chose not to contest his possession of her other hand, allowing it to remain under his larger fingers. But even then she was trying to appease him, a panicked edge on her voice." I. I'm sorry for lying, Mr. Kiel." She was disoriented, almost dizzy, trying to figure out what was going on. It was hard to think with him so close to her. "I need to get to class, Sir. I should go..." She stiffened her body, waiting for him to move so she could stand up. Perhaps it was the fact that the situation she was in was so surreal, or maybe it had to do with the fact that deep inside she wanted this… whatever the case may be, there was really no logical reason why April shouldn't be trying to escape, or at least demanding her release. Instead, she simply repeated her feeble excuse for needing to get to class, that she should go. It had been April's whimper, the soft sound of panic and possibly even pleasure in her voice that illicited a noticeable reaction in his pants. Of course, with his hips pressing against hers, she'd be able to feel the bulge as well… the feel of his length getting bigger, harder. He made no move to let her go, to let her stand up. Instead, he let the hand which had been pressing up against her butt gave it another spank… before he became more bold, pulling down her panties to reveal one of her butt cheeks as he spanked her once more, this time directly touching her skin." You don't sound very sorry April. In fact, if I didn't know any better you sound like you're turned on. Are you turned on by being spanked? Do you get off on being a bad girl, April?" He asked her, before he dropped any pretense that this was lacking sexual connotation by moving his hands directly onto her erogenous zones. The hand which had held her own attacked her exposed breast, gaining all too easy access through her tank top as he firmly grasped her mound and squeezed, his fingers expertly clamping over her nipple in order to give it a gentle squeeze. Meanwhile, the hand which had been touching her ass slid down between her legs. His fingers were together, maximizing the surface area he touched as he slid over her entrance to locate it, before his index and ring finger marked where the sides of her slit was, while his middle finger began to stroke her. He wanted her wet, wanted her excited. In her e-mail, the man she described fucking her was actually quite lacking. Poor inexperienced girl did not realize one size did not fit all for a man, and unfortunately… or perhaps, fortunately for April, her new master's cock was quite a bit bigger than even those she might have seen in her research. April was very, very sorry indeed. She wished she had never pushed him so far, wished she had never worn her skirt even though it was her favorite. She wished she was back in the safety of her room fantasizing about this, not actually dealing it is, her stomach sick as she tried to decide what to do. Should he protest? Scream and run? It just...it seemed so awkward, and so...so...so rude! He hadn't done anything terribly bad. Maybe if she just ignored it he would stop. Maybe if she....but he ignored her fumbling hand, giving her pert little ass another spank that left her stunned. The first had been bad enough, she could perhaps explain that away as some weird principle thing. But this was becoming unexpectedly sexual - and blatantly so. She had to do something...had to say something...her panties were pulled down, his fingers rough on her bare ass, A hiss of breath through her teeth as the sound of his skin slapping down on her naked ass cheek resounded in the office. It tingled deliciously, and her skin prickled. Then his hands were on her, stroking her and touching her in her most intimate places. One warm solid hand cupping and squeezing her soft breast, the heat searing through her thin bra. The other hand diving between her legs, past the little crease at the bottom of her round ass cheeks, sliding against her...oh gods she was wet? It sent her into a panic that finally demanded action. With a strangle cry she lurched forward, trying to crawl across the desk, her hands scrabbling, knocking papers onto the floor. She was impaired by her skirt, still wrapped around her thighs, stopping her from lifting her knees to crawl over the desk. So she tried to drag herself, her fingers clutching at the far edge of the desk and pulling. It made her a delicious sight, stretched over the desk like an offering, her skirt yanked down, her panties pulled down enough to reveal plump soft creamy ass. She wiggled there like a hooked fish, trying desperately to squirm that hot little bod away from him. Oh, god, she was so hot. That's all that Jake could think about as April finally attempted to resist, her hands clearing off his table, her fingers clutching her desk as she tried to pull her body over. But it was really futile, especially with his body pressing her hips against the desk, she wasn't going anywhere. The one thing she was doing though, was making Jake more excited. Rather than continuing to pleasure her, he moved his hands once again, one sliding up to her head as he grabbed a fistful of her hair before giving it a quick little yank, and then pushing her head down onto the table. It was a bit of a power play himself, to stun her a little in order to give his other hand time to undo his belt, and pull down his pants. He could have penetrated her right then and there. His hand forcing her face down, her body unable to do anything but squirm in his grasp. But, where was the fun in that? Sure, she had listed it in her fantasy, a nameless man raping her. But, Jake wanted this to be much more personal. She had been a thorn at his side since the day she took office, arguments… teasing. All of that was going to be over, and he wanted not only to fuck her pretty little brains out, but to make her submit to him, to force her to worship him. Pushing his pants and boxers away, he stepped out of them before pulling at her hair again, as he turned her body over. His other hand flipped her skirt up before dragging her panties down as he pushed her hips up and onto the table, now only letting her legs dangle off at her knees. Getting onto the table himself, he pushed his cock right up against her entrance as it slid against her folds, coating it a little in her fluids, as he gave her a first look at his massive member. Not only was its length abnormally long, but its girth almost seemed inhuman… as he waited for her reaction to seeing what was now threatening to penetrate her petite frame." Why are you trying to run April? I thought you said you weren't going to run from any problems, no matter the size. What do you think of my little problem here hmm? Think it can be solved by your body? Hmm," He asked, as his hands slid along her thin arms as he pinned her wrists down onto the desk before moving his hips slowly, teasingly, allowing his length to once again travel along and against her folds, before resting his tip right up against her entrance, threatening to penetrate. Fantasizing about rape was different from experiencing it. In fantasy there was none of the fearful pounding heartbeat, none of the awkwardness of a man close to you, his hands demanding things you were not ready for, not prepared for, did not want. In fantasy there was none of the crude, mocking....well...maybe there was. But in fantasy you never actually felt the pain. Like the pain when Mr. Kiel grabbed her hair, her scalp burning and hot tears sprang into her eyes. Or when he rapped her forehead against the wooden desk, bringing an indignant screech of pain out of the teenager. She heard his clothes rustling and froze - not from the pain but from.from...from she didn't know what. Her fingers wouldn't move. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop but all that came out was a delicious little squeak. His clothes coming off confirmed it. This was real. Fantasy was over. She let out another soft cry of pain when he jerked her hair again, and then she was on her back, terrified eyes, deep wide pools of honey brown, swirling with hot tears. Candy pink lips, parted oh so slightly, begging for a hard kiss or a fat cock. Her hair was mussed by her struggles and her fingers, the elegant knot slipping dangerously, half her hair now out of it and spilling over his desk, long rich chestnut brown that almost matched the wood-tone of his desk. And when those cute yellow panties came down, damp from her juices...that delicious pussy, tightly folded lips, tiny little hole, fresh pink virgin fuck meat. Glistening wet. The little slut. She was all but dripping as she struggled when he was positioning her long, sleek teenage body, but her struggles were so weak, so indecisive, it was easy to read her confusion based simply off body language. Did she want it? Did she not? She knew she shouldn't. But there was that strong sexual need in her, the part that sent her online every night, talking about rape, about men taking her by force. And when his heavy male body crawled on top of hers she started shaking under him, tears trickling down her cheeks. And she hadn't even seen him yet. Hadn't paid any attention to his nakedness, all her attention was on her own. On her skirt up around her waist, her panties down around her knees, on her breasts aching inside her bra. They wanted out to play too. She smelled as delicious as she looked, faint hints of jasmine, her preferred perfume. His movements between her legs brought her head up, staring down her long body at his rape tool. Her gasp echoed in the room. He was obscenely big, and the idea of that big thing going into her tiny hole.... She was utterly terrified, even as her pussy drooled onto the desk." N.no...new please, it's too big, please it will hurt." She whimpered it out. What an odd thing now, to think of the boys in school laughing over jokes about girls saying things like that. 'That's what she said.' They would probably find her complaint hilarious. She tensed as she felt the slight pressure of him, throbbing angrily at her tiny hole. She sobbed pitifully, shaking her head wildly. "Newton." And yet, she wasn't really struggling. A few frantic little squirming of that hot little half naked body under him, yes. But she wasn't fighting him, wasn't kicking or screaming...well...she wasn't screaming yet. Her wrists were so frail under hands, so small, so delicate. He could crush them if he wanted too. He could do anything to her, he wanted too. Jake wanted to prolong it all as much as he could, the whole situation something he didn't think he'd experience again. If there was such thing as the sweet smell of a virgin, April was exuding more of it than Jake could handle. He held all the power on top of her, he could penetrate her at any time, her now seemingly frail body trembling beneath him, as she gave a very token resistance while she cried out a totally different story. If this was her fantasy, he'd fuck her now, push his cock deep into her, and she'd instantly get off. But Jake already knew better, her body wasn't ready for that. She was wet sure, but for her first time, and with how big his cock was… he doubted April would feel anything other than pain, in addition to perhaps damaging her. And that was really the last thing he wanted of his new prize. She was worried about the now, but the way that she submitted to him Jake could already feel the future. He needed to dominate her body AND mind. What better way of doing that then through a little 'negotiation'. His hands let go of her wrists, before moving over to her tank top and bra as he forcefully pulled them down and freeing her breasts. He squeezed and pressed them together, before leaning in towards his face as he let his eyes stare into her own before whispering to her." Mmmm, how can I ignore a request from you April? Tell you what, I want you to titty fuck me. Put your body to good use for me, and I won't break you hmm? You perform well, and maybe I'll let you live." He told her, giving her an order and a threat to ensure her cooperation. He wanted not to simply use her as a one and done, but he wanted her to submit to him. What better way than to start it off than an order to force her to please him? He shifted his body, sliding his large and hard cock so that it now slid right in between her breasts, the tip well beyond her mounds as he moves a hand back over to her hair and pulled her up so that she was directly facing it, so that she could see, and even smell a bit of precut sliding off of his circumcised slit. Although he had verbally threatened her, the hand not grabbing her hair slid down her body with a different purpose. The moment that she obeyed, that she began to suck him off and use her hands to put her breasts to work… he would slide his middle finger into her and give her some positive reinforcement… finger fuck her while she gave him pleasure to associate her submission, obedience with bliss. The ripping sound of her tank-top and bra being jerked down her body terrified her, the cloth tearing and separating under the force. She shrieked, her deliciously perky titties bouncing free, jiggling in delight, hard rosy nipples dancing for him before being captured by his pawing hands, surrendering to his fingers. Her recently freed hands came flying down to cover her tits, only to find his own hands already there. Tearful eyes blinked up at him as he calmly instructed her in what to do. It completely threw her off track. Perhaps she had fantasized about rape so often that when it finally happened to her, she subconsciously reacted like her fantasies. But this was different, and it was like cold water thrown into her face. Suddenly, cold hard reality stared at her, in the face of her Principle. Let her live? Her mouth repeated that word silently, live. A question and a prayer. Rape had occurred to her, of course. Death had not. Would he actually kill her? She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She would get through this. Furthermore, she would live, he would let her go, she would have him arrested. He moved over her, she could feel every single fat inch of that cock sliding up her body, aiming for right between the two fleshy pillows waiting for it. Her eyes clenched shut, trying to ignore it as her hands reluctantly moved to the sides of her breasts, slowly smashing their softness around him. But the denial so easy when she couldn't see was denied when his hands relentlessly pulled her head up, her eyes reluctantly opening to stare down at that fat drooling sausage between her bare tits. The head was right in front of her mouth, and without even realizing it, before she could stop herself, that wicked little candy tongue was flickering out, tasting him. Of course, she was horrified at herself, that tongue with the little bit of pearly pre-cum clinging to it snapping back into her mouth, salty, bitter, but somehow...delicious. Then his finger sank into her juicy wetness, and she couldn't help the surge of her hips to meet it, welcoming it. Hot tears of shame spilled out of her eyes. Why didn't she have more control of herself? There was no help for it now though, his look made it clear what he expected, and reluctantly that wicked little tongue slid out again, wrapping around his cock head. Then it pulled away, the staring flexing slit disappearing between her pale breasts, and she waited. It came back, and this time she met it with open lips, sealing them tightly around his thick mushroomed head, giving an experimental suck. April would die before she admitted it, but she rather enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth, alive and throbbing. Jake started off slowly, sliding his cock in her cleavage… just a little disappointed at April's lack of ability. While she had clearly taken his threat seriously and was performing the act, he couldn't help but want more pleasure out of her than this. He could have just fucked her, used her body like his little toy, and instead she was very mildly squeezing her breasts together for him, not even bothering to move them around at all. However, when her mouth started to play into it there was a bit of a different story. He couldn't help but groan when her tongue slid over his cock for a second time and wrapped around, before she finally took it into her mouth and sucking it a little. She obeyed, and at this point he had at least gotten his point across, but now to add that extra element. He slid his cock forward once again, waiting for them to slide into her pretty mouth, letting her think she could take her own pace. But, the moment she settled in, his hand jerked her head forward as he pushed more of his cock into her, before completely taking control over it all. With his hand holding her head steady, he began to slide his cock deep into her mouth, his balls smacking now against her breasts so that her whole mouth could be of use to him. Even if she tried she wouldn't be able to move her tongue out of the way, and he wanted her to suck, to be unable to force his cock out of her mouth. As he thrust into her mouth, a second finger joined the first within her own slit, as he fingered her in the same motion, hoping to pleasure her body and force it to associate more cocksucking with more pleasure." Oh yes April, come on… use your tongue! Use your fucking hands, make those breasts of yours useful. Don't tell me that you don't want this now, because you do. You want it and don't even lie to yourself. You want to be my pet, always did, especially coming to my office every day. And pet's please their master's, don't they? Come on pet, do a good job and you'll get a reward. Do a bad one, and I'll have to put you down." He told her, giving her the pleasure and threat once again, his fingers seeking within her walls that sweet sensitive spot to stroke, to push her body over the edge and be able to manipulate her into an orgasm to continue to reward her submissive behavior. He wanted to overwhelm her rational little mind with pleasure, to overload that logical part of her body, and coax out the girl he had met online, who responded to her master, who could not disobey. Plus, he doubted that even though he was raping her... she'd want to disappoint.

A Students Make the Best Sex Slaves (Zero and Pyana)|rating:2.0

Screws Not Included [TiredEyes & bunnyshadow]

Name: Cassius "Ca's" Shrinkage: 23Gender: Male Occupation: Ca's lived his life as a petty thief as well as a nighttime bartender at a rink dink bar for thugs and goons. However, after stealing from a highly influential member of society, he ended up spending some time in the big house. This is where he is when the invasion starts, and thanks to the distraction and destruction formed by the beasts that invaded the city, Ca's was able to make his way to freedom. Personality: Ca's would be best described as a troublemaker that pushed other's buttons a little too hard. Ornery and troublesome, he enjoys watching others get lastingly angry until they either scream their head off or try to kick his ass. Sometimes they succeed. However, upon first introductions, he often comes off as a charismatic, humorous, and fun-loving guy. Appearance: Standing at only 5ft 6", Cassius sports a head of wavy pale blonde hair which is cut at a shaggy length. His skin is tan and decorated with freckles all around, as well as various scars, including one that goes through his left eyebrow. He wears a few random tattoos that don't hold much meaning. His body is strong and compact, with lean muscles that he kept toned with his time in jail. His chin is lean and lacking any stubble growth yet, while his soft teal eyes are parted by a freckled button nose. Weapons: Though rash, Cash olds a certain caution in his weapons. Preferring ranged weapons, he packs an assortment of options. Strapped to his hip is a standard handgun, while a compound bow straps around his shoulders along with a sheath of hunting arrows. He makes sure to keep a slingshot handy for little jobs, as well as a dagger for any close trouble he finds himself in. Other: He quite enjoys the chaos that's going down in the world as it allows for him to do nearly whatever he wants without consequences. However, maybe consequences are coming his way. Name : Belief Converge : 24Gender : Male Occupation (?) : The one that earns him the most pay is hiring himself off as a mercenary. Often trading his skills to track down people in order to extract information for his clients. Notorious within close circles of the seedy underbelly of cities as being a ruthless killer that takes his time with his victims. One could hardly say that he’s bad at what he does, but Belief’s blood thirst often holds him back from being as efficient as he could be. Personality : Clever and sick minded, but gentle and tame to the untrained eye, he is capable of drawing people in with affectionate words and soft touches before crushing them with force; alluring with charm then killing with rage. Belief uses his silver tongue to manipulate those around him, and appears levelheaded and easygoing at first glance. Beneath his intricately woven mask of kindness is a temperamental and cruel man, constantly seeking to draw the blood of anyone or anything he can get his hands on. He gets a kick out of riling up the people around him, but does so in a standoffish and backhanded manner. Belief is sarcastic and always cracking jokes in bad taste, most of the time resulting in nobody laughing but himself. Appearance : Muscular and athletic, with toned abs and strong arms from years of training and fighting. He has chin length dark hair that frames one side of his face, longer strands sometimes falling across his forehead, though the other side is shaved in a sharp slope, as if he’d done it himself. Belief has a sharp jaw, tall cheekbones, softly arched brows and a slender nose; all features that are unnaturally soft in comparison to his vicious personality. He has striking, amber colored eyes, laced with different shades of yellows and golds. Abilities / Weapons (?) : Belief has a specific skill set that involves any sort of blade, more often than not relying on knives or other weapons of the sort to defend or attack. He uses his hands when he aches to feel the life drain from his enemies, and his knives when he wants to fulfill his even more deviant desires. His special ability he gained from the aliens is “eldritch abomination” which is the power to maneuver the souls of the entities that he has consumed, which can result in any sort of unnatural physical transformation to his own body depending on what he ate last. Belief is constantly fighting with the “voices” in his head that may or may not belong to the aliens he has eaten and continues to eat. Other : Having long moved on from more simply prey like rabbits, deer and wolves, Belief has settled on hunting humans, but even those are losing its intrigue. After meeting his first alien entity, Belief seemed keen on mastering the art of slaying them. However, as he continues to grow in power with the assistance of these aliens, it begs whether the voices in his head actually belong to these deceased entities, or if he’s gone mad. The rain came down in sheets, the droplets so cold they burned as they pelted against the exposed skin of Belief’s neck and face, rolling down his flesh and trailing frigid strokes down his chest and back. One of his arms hung limply by his side, the wrist on that particular limb swollen and welted, a black and blue result from the creature that quivered and bled on the flooded soil underfoot. His other hand clenched tightly around the handle of a serrated blade, knuckles white from how hard he was holding on to the knife. Besides him, the monster shook and trembled, a mass of inky flesh and skin, pointed limbs and flaccid tentacles protruding from out of its weakened body. Through the darkness of the night, and the blur of the rain, scarlet eyes blinked intermittently, the large pupils fluttering open and shut as it screamed, howled and whimpered a single word from the mouth that split open the alien’s body.“Repulsive…” Belial arced his knife arm up into the air, teeth gritting together as the sky lit up momentarily when lightning sparked the air. The steel glittered red from the viscous blood that coated the blade from the battle, and moments later, Belief swung down, executing the creature with one final blow— the howl of pain swallowed by the rumbling of thunder that shook the heavens itself. Seconds later, a similar noise sounded, a low grumbling that echoed from the pits of Belief’s empty stomach. He fell to one knee, mud splashing across his trembling body as he held up his weight with the help of his knife. The hunger, pain and exertion of the past two days were far harder than anything the mercenary had to do— food and water was scarce, and any humans he encountered were dead, dying, or not even human at all. Belial collapsed into the wet earth, the fatigue catching up to him as he lay in a puddle of mud, his eyes half lidded as he shifted his gaze towards the still pile of the creature’s meaty corpse besides him. He reached towards one of the alien’s extra limbs, his fingers trembling as he gripped the strange appendage in his hand. Belief had always been a hunter, whether it be animals or humans, and predators like him ate the meat off their prey— and his prey just so happened to be an extraterrestrial beast. He forced himself up onto his knees, chest heaving from effort as he made his decision. Belief hefted the knife in his hands, his stomach twisting and turning as he used the tip of the blade to carve out a piece of monster meat. It was better than nothing. The last thing Belief could remember was traveling through the devastated city; managing to find a home with working power only after nearly one whole hour of searching— he was lucky that at least one of the hundreds of destroyed homes still ran on solar power. He boiled the meat in a pot filled with rainwater, the alien flesh bubbling in the hot water, filling the cold air with an unidentifiable smell that should have been warning enough for Belief to search for another food source instead. But he was just so hungry and tired… Any time before consuming the meat and after became a slurry of memories, as if he was constantly fading in and out of consciousness, similar to being blacked out on a drunken night out. Yet, it was completely different, more comparable to sleep paralysis when he was unable to control his body, trapped in his own mind as his legs brought him across miles and miles of land. It was a living nightmare, and everything ached and burned— his organs felt like they were being seared from the inside, and he found himself waking up in a cold sweat at a new place every time he opened his eyes, only to vomit until he collapsed and faded into unconsciousness once again. Belial lost a lot of time throughout the following days. He saw monsters during his travels, unsure if they were real or if they were figments of his imagination. Creatures scratched and clawed at his limbs when his eyes were shut, whispering in an alien language in his ears. For how long he was caught up in this terrible illness, body adjusting to the strange flesh that he had consumed, Belief didn’t know. Some hours he lost control of his limbs, the nerves frying and seizing out as he shook and twitched in the dark. Other hours he found himself paralyzed, unable to move and feeling as if he couldn’t even breathe as he gulped air into his lungs. Lights flickered in and out of his vision, the only thing that helped him determine how much time had passed. Then, it was dark, and that was when he finally managed to gain some semblance consciousness again. As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself wandering around an empty street, the pavement of once beautiful roads overturned and cracked from the creatures that had stormed in an unknown amount of time prior. A heavy exhale ghosted past his lips as he slowly swiveled his head around, taking in his surroundings as he soothed his aching body with steady breaths. It was all a dream… Except it wasn’t. Belial looked down to see his hands covered in blood— the viscous liquid clinging to his skin and ragged clothing, staining him red and brown as he teetered forwards. He forced his gaze towards the sky, taking note that the last of the sun seemed to have just settled behind the horizon, pushing oranges and yellow rays of light across the crumbling buildings. Belief had no clue how much time had passed since his encounter with the creature he’d killed and ate, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out. At least it wasn’t storming anymore. The ground was still marked with water, some areas still puddling in the deep crevices of the busted sidewalks. It could have been one day, or three since he’d been trapped in this waking nightmare, and he had no way of telling how much time had passed. He moved towards the first building he could make out, his partly functioning brain recognizing it to be a prison of some sort. Like all other structures Belief had encountered thus far, it appeared abandoned— no sign of human or even alien life outside, and probably none inside. As he approached the prison, his vision blurred, the fences swimming and doubling before his dull amber eyes misted, and he blindly grabbed a crumbling stone wall to support himself. It wasn’t until he managed to enter through the broken doors that formed the entrance of the prison that he felt a foul taste rising up from the back of his throat. He keeled over, eyes watering as he choked on his own vomit, his bile echoing loudly against the empty hallway as the nasty fluid splattered across the broken concrete. Repulsive… Belial shuddered as the familiar, rumbling voice reverberated through his very being, the sheer force of the word flooring him as it echoed through his delusional mind.“Who…” He trailed off, his own voice hoarse and broken as he responded to the statement.“Is… is anyone there?” Belief shouted in reply, or at least tried to, but his question cracked and stuttered as it echoed down the empty hall. His vision blurred once more, and he inhaled deeply as nausea overwhelmed his senses again. No response, at least for now. Ringing ears and pain signals from his left leg pulled the young man from his forced slumber and into the concrete cell that seemed to spin in his teal vision. After a few blinks of his enjoying lashes, the gray vision seemed to finally steady to a normal picture, though not a very interesting picture as it was just over the concrete ceiling adorned with various cracks. He took a deep breath into his lungs, though a happiness in his throat caused a cough and a sputter to push back. It was only now that he could feel the screaming from every one of his aching nerves. His entire body felt as if he had been smashed between two semis-- not once, at least twice. He laid against the cold stone beneath him for quite a while, allowing his body to calm, as well as for the ringing to cease on his pained eardrums. As the echoing faded, a variety of different noises filled his ears but one that particularly stuck out was the wailing and yelling of various inmates that echoed through the halls. It wasn't a new occurrence to have the inmates yelling, however, normally it was in agitation and mockery to the guards, but these yells were different. They were distressed. Finally finding the energy to make a movement, he pushed his bare and stinging elbows against the rough flooring and pushed his head and torso up to gaze around. As his gaze fell towards his legs, he now recognized why his leg had hurt so much. Pushing down on his shin-bone was the heavy metal from his bunk bed that seemed to have been ripped from the wall and thrown down on top of him. Craning his neck backward to look above him, he could see the underneath of the upper bunk right above where his head had made an impression on the concrete. For once, he was glad to be as short as he was-- any taller, and he might have lost a head. Releasing a groan from his tan lips, he forced his body into a sitting position, grasping the metal frame and with any strength he had left, he lurched the structure just high enough to pull his throbbing leg from underneath. Now that he was free, the blonde pushed himself to stand, his bare feet cold against the cold flooring. Now that he was up, he began to examine his small cell curiously. He now saw how the bunk had toppled; those things were strapped to the walls, however, if a wall wasn't there, there was nothing to be strapped to. It looked as if something had torn through the stone walls from his neighboring cell. Had they been bombed? All he seemed to remember was that the guards hadn't arrived for wake up and then there had been a variety of odd noises, and then he had blacked out. He figured he might as well take the opportunity to do some investigating. Ca's brought his gaze over to where his things were piled up, and they seemed all but untouched. Stepping over to them, he pulled his caution orange pants on, a set of socks, and then his black sneakers. He had already been wearing his wife beater as he slept. Glancing to the other corner of the room, he caught sight of his cellmates things and that reminded him of one thing; where was Joe? Glancing around, he caught no sight of the coked-up old guy. He must have already made a break for it. Grabbing the few things he had and cared for-- a box of smokes, his iPod, and that shank he'd spent way too much time trying to get-- he turned to the crumbled ruins that made their way to his neighbor's cell. The tan man, though limping on his damaged leg, made it through the rubble and into Suede and Sneak's cell and there he found Joe, or what was left of him. Pressed against the cell wall was the reappeared man's upper torso, his entrails and ribs spilling out to the blood-soaked floor, the man's glazed over eyes wide in rigor horror. "Oh fuck!" The living prisoner stumbled away from the shredded torso in immediate shock, however, the longer his aqua orbs bounced on the image, the more humor he found in it. His death face was hideous. Taking himself back towards the corpse, he squatted down to better examine it, scratching his cut-up chin as his freckled cheeks pushed in an amused grin, "Never thought I'd say this Joey, but you look even uglier than normal." He snickered, moving to stand back up again and continue on his mission. In the next few hours, the petty thief made his way through the prison, finding no signs of guards, many bodies, and various inmates that were still stuck in their cells. They begged him to release them, but he only laughed and continued on his way. He had no idea what had happened here, but it was major. He found free-range in the kitchen and helped himself to a meal before continuing on his way. Furthermore, he was amazed by all the rubble. Late into the evening, he wandered himself into the rubble of the confiscation room and was ecstatic. Everything they weren't allowed was at his disposal. As a bit of a celebratory action of his new freedom, Ca's filled his nostrils with an invigorating white powder. The rest of the night was a party of indulgence. As well as the next few days. He didn't know why he didn't leave as the authorities were bound to come back... right? Either way, he was having too much fun to leave. He'd lost track of how many days he'd been free but one day as he wandered through the quiet cells that used to have hollering prisoners, and they were silent. All of them. Paying no mind to even check in the cells, he continued on through the building. In the "holy room of naughtier", as he'd so fondly started calling it, he had found a small handgun, which he kept tucked in his waistband just in case. The only sounds he'd heard recently were his own voice and the aching noises from the rubble building. However, a foreign voice echoed through the halls on this unnumbered day. Ca's was immediately curious and headed in its direction." Is anyone there?" Were the words he had heard echoing against the hollow corpse of concrete and metal. He knew he should leave it alone and retreat back to his horde of goodies, but his curiosity was too strong. Instead of retreating, he pulled his handgun from his hip and held it tight, waiting at the end of a hallway that ended in a fork, going either direction. Pursing his lips together, he blew through them and created a high-pitched whistle that echoed against the walls down towards the invader. He wanted it to come to him. The shrill whistle that echoed down the empty corridor made Belief wince, the sound high-pitched and painful in his sensitive ears. His body bent over as he crouched into a kneeling position, huddling up into a small ball, as if he was attempting to hide from the noise. Then he brought his hands up, pressing his palms against the sides of his head, dried blood caking and peeling as he moved. It wasn’t until the sound had long faded that he finally moved, and only because the stench of his own vomit filled his nostrils, the smell so horrible that it made the nausea worse. His gaze wandered towards the puddle of bile— red, brown and just overall disgusting, and Belief found himself wondering to himself how his body had managed to release so much, considering how the contents of his stomach had been painfully empty before he lost his mind. He stilled his movements as he questioned his own sanity, pondering on the possibility that he somehow managed to eat, drink and survive in the haze that had been his recent days.“What kind of trick is this?” He called out, his words slurring together as he hollered down the corridor. Before he could stop himself, Belief began to laugh. It started as a low chuckle as he righted himself, before growing to hysterics as he teetered down the hall, his boots hitting the concrete floor in heavy, asynchronous steps, holding no rhythm as he walked first quickly then slowly as he hobbled towards the direction of the whistle. “A stupid ruse like this could never fool me!” Belief shouted, his voice echoing loudly as his dull eyes adjusted to the flickering lights overhead. That was the sentence he wanted to form, but what came out were unintelligible words and odd noises that didn’t create an understandable phrase— not like Belief noticed, and if he did, he didn’t seem to care. He reached towards his belt, sweaty hands grasping blindly for the handle of his knife. The man missed once, twice, then on the third try, managed to close his fingers around the hilt, wet from fresh blood, and Belief couldn’t guess where it had come from, even if he tried. He unsheathed the blade, the sound of steel sliding across steel filling the air as he neared the fork by the end of the corridor. As he travelled, a gust of wind flooded through the hall, carried into the building by the open doors at the entrance, hanging off their hinges as they creaked from the stress. As he turned the corner, Belief hefted the knife, moving to raise his arm into an aggressive stance as he snapped his head towards one side, then the other. It took an unnecessarily long time for the amber eyed man to actually make out the silhouette of something in the shadows, his vision having decided to blur just as he approached.“Fight me, coward…” He trailed off, suddenly bending over at the waist as he coughed and wheezed, tears welling up in his eyes as he choked on the blood and bile that had crept up his throat. Belief spat onto the floor, his chest aching and lungs burning from effort, before he finally straightened himself up again. As he righted himself, he pointed his weapon towards the silhouette of the humanoid figure, before reaching up to wipe his mouth with the back of his other hand. Blood, dirt and mud smeared across the side of his face from the motion, and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he stared down his target. Then, in one sudden movement, Belief grit his teeth, grunting loudly as he slashed, only to miss entirely as dark spots clouded his vision and sent him careening towards the cool floor. Luckily for the mercenary, the knife had slipped out of his hand during his fall, the weapon clattering noisily to the concrete as he laid besides it. Unluckily for him, the floor was hard, and the wind was knocked from his lungs as his body hit it. He shut his eyes as he rested, and after a brief moment, blinked them open to glance up at his opponent. His brain seemed to short circuit at how strangely normal the alien appeared, and it wasn’t until an extremely long time had passed that Belief, in all his delirium, realized that it was a human that was hovering over him. When it finally dawned upon him, he shot up into a sitting position, before reaching out to snag dirty fingers onto the bright orange legs of the stranger’s pants. His eyes widened to saucers as the amber orbs glittered with something they hadn’t held in a very long time—hope. Belial gripped the fabric of the man’s pants, his hands creasing the material and smearing brown across the orange as his fingers clenched them. His body shook as laughter once again formed in the depths of his stomach, rolling up and out of his throat in choked gasps and cries, the noises leaving his mouth sounding more pained than amused. He forced himself up onto his knees, then his feet, completely ignoring the gun the other man held in his hand. A part of him thought about how unfortunate it would be for him to get shot after besting so many extraterrestrial monsters, but another part of him was just so grateful that he could interact with another human that he didn’t seem to mind if it were the last thing he ever experienced. After what felt like ages, he finally managed to form an intelligible word, but not after several failed attempts of opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.“Hello.” He rasped. After his whistle, there was no immediate response and his tense grip on the silver handgun loosened ever so slightly, though he stayed in a tactical ready position. His orange wrapped legs parted with one ahead of the other while both hands cupped the handle of the weapon. However, just as the hair on the back of his neck began to settle, he heard a voice that sputtered out gibberish into the echoing hall, as well as following it with the most diabolical, villainous laugh. Whoever this was must have had plenty of practice with that sort of horrendous giggle. Cas tightened his position again, his finger hovering over the trigger and his sneakers digging harshly into the dust covered floor, the rubber of them squeaking softly at the pressure. He figured it was one of his fellow inmates that had been resurrected and was on the hunt for blood. His blood specifically. He would rather die via blood loss from his dick than to let one of these prisoners get to him. He had too much pride for that. Lining his gaze to the sight of the gun, he closed his non-dominant eye to focus in on whenever one of those orange outfits made it around the corner. He was ready to paint the walls with their brains. What he wasn't ready for was the horrifying humanoid that came into view of his singular opened eye. His cautious rationality drowned in the flood of curiosity that overwhelmed his own non-splattered brain. Against better judgement, he parted both eyes and looked up and over the glimmering weapon to take in the sight. Squinting in the dim light, his stare fell upon the dark, hobbling creature that made an appearance. His tan face was flushed of all color in a ghostly terror while his lean muscles all tensed up yet again, but not in the same fashion as before. Instead of being stuff with preparation, he was frozen with terror. His mind raced as the thing turned towards him, a glimmering knife in hand. This was a scene from a horror movie; one where he wasn't going to make it. Or was this an end-of-the-world movie? A sudden thought clicked into place; this was a zombie. If Dice hadn't passed from an unfortunate starvation accident, he would have owed him a pack of cigarettes. He'd called it. The world's end was by zombie apocalypse. Ca's had put his money on natural disasters as that seemed ten times more plausible... Up until this moment." Fight me coward." The croak that came from the grimy creature was enough to send a body-shaking shiver down the spine of the shorter man. Then before he knew it, within a blink, it was traveling towards him with the glinting blade slashing steps ahead of where he stood. This immediate attack was finally enough to chisel through his terror-frozen position and mind fog. He remembered he had a weapon of his own. As the beast seemed to collapse to the floor from some force of gravity, Ca's turned the aim of his handgun towards the now fallen figure and pull his trembling finger against the trigger. Click. There was no ear throttling blast that sounded as a bullet left the barrel. There were no bullets. As a tugging force came to grasp his ginger, low quality attire he was flashed with a memory. In his coke-crazed ecstasy he had fired off the entire barrel through each and every window in the cafeteria. Just because he wanted to. And... he'd never refilled it. His wide eyes drew down to the flesh and gore covered skeleton hand, and it was now that the first audible noise came from the living human."Oh, fuck me!" His trembling, raspy voice ricocheted from every wall in the hall as he frantically tried to kick the larger man from his clothing. It was the burst of psychotic laughter that caused the blonde off guard as all he could do was let the figure use him to get to its feet. This wasn't a zombie. This was a demon from hell. That was Crazy Cooper's bet; the whole Armageddon ordeal but he had never put much thought into it. He was just a petty thief; did that really warrant him not being able to go up to heaven or whatever? Instead, he had to stay here and get fucked by this rancid freak. But then it spoke a friendly greeting, which was, in his humble opinion, the lamest demonic introduction that it even made his question if this man was actually a demon. He pulled his gaze up to lock on the taller man's amber eyes, his golden brows pushing down harshly on his brow bone in a scowl. At this point he was just annoyed by all the twists and turns his mind had come to, yet he still had no idea what he was looking at. Was it just a filthy man? He really was at his wits end on what to do at this moment so all he could do was respond. Raising one of his disgruntled brows in question, the freckle faced man parted his lips and spoke with a voice of confused irritation, "How yeah doing?" The click of the trigger being pulled was loud, the sharp noise echoing up and down the empty corridor, harsh and haunting. Belief expected to feel white-hot pain shooting through his body as a bullet pierced his flesh, but when there was none, he sighed in relief. Maybe the gun had jammed, or maybe the owner of the weapon had emptied it into the body of the monsters that prowled in the wastelands of the broken city. His grip on the orange pant leg loosened as the other man kicked at him wildly, then tightened once more in an attempt to pull himself up onto shaky feet. The energy he spent from the motion was far more than Belief had stored within him, and he teetered forwards, hands reaching out to blindly grab the stranger’s shoulders. For a brief moment, the world spun around him, and then, it stilled. Amber eyes stared deep into teal ones, his gold orbs harrowed with the trauma of existence, as if just surviving tolled his body, chest burning with every breath he took into his lungs.“I’m doing great.” His answer was sharp, and it would have been convincing, if it weren’t for the way he lurched from side to side, blood, dirt, and vomit stuck to his clothing and skin. “I’ve never been better.” He added, more so to convince himself than anyone else. “Just a little-“ He halted quickly, his movements stilling. In the distance, the hunter heard a shrieking cry, one that haunted his days and nights— or at least, he thought he did.“Put the gun away.” Belief hissed, shushing loudly through grit teeth as he shook the other man’s shoulders in quiet desperation. He spoke with such diligence and clarity that it could have fooled a passing stranger into thinking that Belief had not been in near hysterics mere moments ago. His vision spotted again as he held the other man’s gaze, the pair of cyan eyes before him splitting and blurring as he peered into them with blind intensity.“You’ll lead them here if you fire it.” He muttered, his legs wobbling as he pushed himself away from his new friend, eyes glazing over as he gripped the sides of his head, fingers tugging aimlessly at loose strands of dark hair. After a short while, he seemed to have calmed down, his distraught motions stopping as he opened up the distance between himself and the stranger. Even then, the anxiety in the pits of his stomach continued to gnaw at his gut, the paranoia of being found in the prison sitting on his shoulders like a ten ton weight.“Belief.” He introduced in a low voice. His bright eyes darted around the building as he spoke, his muscles tense and shoulders squared as he searched for any sign of the monstrous beings that pushed him deeper into the pits of insanity with every day that passed. The hunter hadn’t realized how parched his throat was until he pressed his lips together in expectant silence, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he waited in due diligence. But there wasn’t time to waste, not when their lives were on the line.“What’s your name?” He prompted. Of course, Ca's' societally standard greeting had been riddled with sarcasm and skepticism. He had barely expected a reply from the zombie-demon-monster-man-thing, and for it to say that it was doing great was almost enough to make the prisoner feel warranted to bash Belief's grimy, barely-human face in. The freckled man's chapped lips parted in a bit of an awestruck gape at just how absolutely ludicrous this whole interaction was. However, as the rancid stench of puke and decay wafted past his peach fuzz into the rubble dusted nostrils, his gaping mouth snapped close and the corner of his upper lip raised in utter disgust. He'd dealt with a lot of nasty fuckers in jail, but this undead creep was truly taking the cake. Preparing for an audible, mocking gag the blonde sucked in a large breath. However, instead of escaping with a false heave, the tightly held air slipped from his lips in a bit of a childish yelp as the large, putrid stranger began to shake his shoulders and commanded him to put the gun down. Scoffing, Ca's spoke through a gentle chuckle, "It's empty, because you'd be dead if it wasn't." He spoke with a slight twang that had been gathered from his youth as a country boy. The more he listened to Belief's words, the more confused the demon-goblin-gent was making him. To his great content, the crazed manic seemed to finally release him and was backing away, taking his psychosis with him. What is Armageddon was this guy talking about? Yet another snicker slipped between the tan man's cracked lips as he brought his arms up to cross them against his dirty white tank, "What kinda drugs are you on, bud?" As his arms crossed, he continued to hold the handgun, tucking it into his armpit a little. At the very least, its barrel would make a good melee weapon. "I'd love to try some if you're charitable." However, the creature that seemed a little bonkers sputtered out some foreign words... or words? What on God's destructive earth was a 'Belief'? Raising his blonde brow, the petty thief kept his aqua gaze latched to the freak ahead of him, too cautious to trust the stranger. If he was going to be dragged to hell, it was going to be with a fight. All the while, the corner of his lips were twisted in a gentle smirk of amusement at the interaction. This guy was more cracked up than anyone he'd seen in a while. However, the introductions seemed to continue as Belief asked his name. At first, Ca's contemplated giving a fake name, maybe even one that had a humorous connotation like 'Dick Head' or 'Willie Stroke'. Unfortunately, he figured that in this weaker's current state, the jokes would go over his head. "Name's Ca's, but you can call me 'Hilarious'." A childish giggle slipped from between his teeth and a wide grin as he was able to push some of his bad comedy into the discussion anyway. At the mention of death, Belief seemed to get a grip on reality, the harsh subject reminding him that he absolutely could be dead in the next couple of weeks, days, or even hours. He inhaled sharply, the air whistling slightly from the sudden intake, before he exhaled deeply, as if this simple breathing exercise was enough to regain his sanity. And it worked, for a little bit. Belial opened his eyes, blinked several times to rid himself of the haze that had overcome them, and then, as if by some miracle, they took on a more lifelike glow, as if the fog had finally passed. He rubbed his face with his open hands, spreading his fingers open at his eyes so that he could peer past the digits to gaze at his new companion. Belief was sizing up the man before him, and it wasn’t until the other spoke that he dropped his hands down by his side, his brow furrowed and eyes narrowed in complete disbelief at the words that entered his ears next.“Drugs?” He echoed incredulously, a singular eyebrow arching upward as he gaped at the other. “I’m notion anything.” Belief hissed, the irritation in his voice showing in the way his words came out razor sharp. His eyes fell upon the handgun tucked under the other man’s armpit, and he stooped down, only stumbling slightly as he scooped up his own weapon.“I ate…” Belief hesitated as he hefted his blade in his hand, clenching his fist around it tightly, before sheathing it back by his side. For a brief moment he seemed to consider admitting that out of desperation, he had consumed alien meat, but instead, he settled on a different answer. “I just ate something that didn’t sit well with me.” Belief murmured. His words were distant, and he seemed distracted for a short while, mind bringing him back to the flashes of memories he could remember in the past couple days. However, it wasn’t until Ca's finally formally introduced himself that Belief was torn back to the harsh reality that the two currently existed in. “I’d much rather call you a fucking moron.” He spat, his lips curling up into a displeased sneer as he responded to the less than amusing joke the other man had offered. Belief swiveled his head towards the hall behind him, before tilting it back in front of him, his narrowed eyes examining his surroundings with careful uncertainty.“Are you the only one here?” Belief asked suddenly, his sharp voice taking on a more curious tone as he began to slowly travel down the corridor, heading to nowhere in particular, though he hoped that it was towards food, or even a shower if he got lucky. He stopped by the entrance of a room, cautious even though he could hear no strange clicks or hisses from through the wall. Belief pushed open the door with the flat of his hand, flinching as it fell off its broken hinges and smashed into the floor with a loud crash.“This place seems…” He trailed off. “…abandoned.” Belief finished. “In a prison, there’s a plethora of supplies, I’m not surprised you managed to survive this long if it’s only you.” He thought aloud, before turning on his heel to face Ca's once more. “What I am surprised about is that the aliens left you alive when they devastated this city.” Belief tilted his head to the side, his gaze piercing as he stared at the other man. “I mean, look at you.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest as he continued.“You’re fucking filthy.” He grumbled under his breath as he motioned towards Ca's absentmindedly. “You look like you just finished a 24-hour drug binge.” Belief continued his rant, his voice raising as he spoke. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

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Pathfinder Ivalice Expedition OOC

IOC Thread for the Pathfinder Iva lice Expedition Character thread: Camp: of Terms I will be using:Jag: Areas of high Mist concentration (see below) that prevent larger magi cite, notably airship cores, from functioning. The inability to fly through Jag is its most notable trait, such areas are often considered cursed. Judges: Military officers in the Arcadian armed forces. They have their own independent ranks, the highest of which are the five Judge Magisters. They are often more executioners (of the Emperor's Will, as they say) than judges. Magi cite: Crystal-like stones that absorb and release Mist, providing energy for many technological devices-or used for more mundane reasons, like a fire magi cite stone lighting a campfire. Mist: The magical energies given off by Magi cite. Mist is often wild and free, and can, in strong quantities, recharge a spell caster's abilities...but in stronger quantities, cause rapid mutation and even terraforming. Hi, hi~! Cute Google geodancer here! Present. Hello! Sad, but caring angel here. :)Also, c0i, Luna is adores! :) Slightly moody Dark Guardian reporting for duty~ Meet your Expedition Leader: Far Rider, the Regarded(Can you unlock the thread, so I can copy my sheet over into the character thread without having to redo all the coding? Alright then. About my only problem now is finding a pic that reflects how Nauru dresses on an average day and his general disposition. As he generally dresses in a fashion that is suggestive of "gothic" style, but his personality is a bit more, overly excited seeker of knowledge. Think sort of like a less tech focused version of Entrap ta from She-Ra if she were also a bit snobbish in certain ways. Quote from: dragon on 20-11-2022, 07:23:20Can you unlock the thread, so I can copy my sheet over into the character thread without having to redo all the coding?Done, thank you, Al Bed thief here! Quote from: Angie on 20-11-2022, 07:00:16Meet your Expedition Leader: Far Rider, the Regarded(met. :) Gun breaker, Big Hammer and heavy armor (well medium, but eventually going to be in heavy :P) Good morning awesome people! So, fun thing. The FFd20 site has their own version of Elephant in the room. it's under optional systems and called Google in the room Quote from: Muse on 20-11-2022, 17:18:15 Good morning awesome people! Hi, Muse. :) Listed's sheet reminds me I should probably list the measures for Yule. (Also, the bun is adorable) I updated Yule's sheet using the height roll chart and damn is she adorably short :) Whew Hui! Sol! Very glad you like, Yukon-chan!now important question!the actual sheet. The Google Drive link. Can everyone see it? Quote from: Muse on 20-11-2022, 18:26:14Whoo Hui! Sol! Very glad you like, Yukon-chan! Now important question!the actual sheet. The Google Drive link. Can everyone see it? Lol, peppers, quite Sol and pick-up-able. :)The link works fine. :) I just realized, most people in the group are relatively short. This fact, though he may not show will secretly drive Nauru a bit nuts since he's used to being seen as short and cute by comparison to other people and here he's tied for third and or fourth place at 5'5 You will be split into teams, so who knows, might change Saw you mentioned running two teams. As far as height goes, I ended up making Jacob a bit taller at 5'10". Mostly because I said Fuck it and made him use a Gun hammer. BEM, Carboy #3 reporting in. QuoteMeet your Expedition Leader: Far Rider, the Regarding love her. Lots of looking up thinking "Step on me, mommy." Quote from: Chloe Mile on 20-11-2022, 23:18:33Bem, Carboy #3 reporting in. I love her. Lots of looking up thinking "Step on me, mommy." I guess that makes two. Might this result in a...CAT FIGHT? Sorry could not resist the pun. Though seriously, I had this silly image of the three cat boys getting into a fight over who's the cutest." What the hell is going on?"" Bem, Nauru, and Y'Mir started a fight over who was the 'cutest kitty', it quickly escalated into shenanigans. At some point one of them called Y'Mir slut, and he said he resented that they used that term as an insult, and Nauru is salty that BEM is shorter than I by two inches... You missed most of the good stuff. Now they're mostly just hissing at each other and throwing shade." Though they may get along better than that. "I'm not a slut! Sluts fuck just for the sake of it. I'm a whore, because I fuck for a goal" "Wait, you guys are getting paid?" Then the pose-offs and walk-offs (arguing about impartial judges. Right, let's make that a note, split up the cats...oh wait, I was planning on a Base Camp, where everyone can meet up, so that's not happening :PI'm kind of holding off doing anything IC wise, there's one more player I gave a small extension to since they threw interest literally the day before I closed the thread, and it's also Thanksgiving week, so I kinda don't want to push it too much (people got lives and stuff!). I may open a Base Camp thread for shenanigans if people are feeling it though. Quote from: Angie on 21-11-2022, 17:17:21Right, let's make that a note, split up the cats...oh wait, I was planning on a Base Camp, where everyone can meet up, so that's not happening :PI'm kind of holding off doing anything IC wise, there's one more player I gave a small extension to since they threw interest literally the day before I closed the thread, and it's also Thanksgiving week, so I kinda don't want to push it too much (people got lives and stuff!). I may open a Base Camp thread for shenanigans if people are feeling it though. I'm down for shenanigans :) Quote from: Angie on 21-11-2022, 17:17:21Right, let's make that a note, split up the cats...oh wait, I was planning on a Base Camp, where everyone can meet up, so that's not happening :PI'm kind of holding off doing anything IC wise, there's one more player I gave a small extension to since they threw interest literally the day before I closed the thread, and it's also Thanksgiving week, so I kinda don't want to push it too much (people got lives and stuff!). Furthermore, I may open a Base Camp thread for shenanigans if people are feeling it though. Whenever you feel ready. I will be quite busy Thanksgiving Day and I do have a work related appointment tomorrow, but I will have some time between all that as well. Shenanigans you say?(BEM offers a gun blade to Far Rider (Quote from: Angie on 21-11-2022, 17:17:21Right, let's make that a note, split up the cats...oh wait, I was planning on a Base Camp, where everyone can meet up, so that's not happening :PI actually quite like the idea of Having two teams that can meet up in a single thread, makes for some fun story...does not limit player interactions, and can even change up teams as needed. PLUS, you get to run some big battles sometimes. Quote from: Isengard on 21-11-2022, 23:30:46I actually quite like the idea of Having two teams that can meet up in a single thread, makes for some fun story...does not limit player interactions, and can even change up teams as needed. PLUS, you get to run some big battles sometimes. And I won't game over you because three people go down. Hell, I won't even go after a downed party member to finish the job unless you've done something very stupid (so you'll always have a chance to run over and save them). Though BEM may absorb your crystallized spirit to learn your secret chicken enchilada recipe.(Quote from: Chloe Mile on 22-11-2022, 04:01:37Though BEM may absorb your crystallized spirit to learn your secret chicken enchilada recipe.(I must live! For I have a truly badass recipe for chicken stir-fry... No seriously, IRL I make a mean stir-fry. Sorry guys, today's been hectic and I haven't had a chance to post anything. Quote from: Angie on 23-11-2022, 04:00:31Sorry guys, today's been hectic and I haven't had a chance to post anything. Life happens. :) At camp, BEM sets up a table, laying out a parchment with grid lines, bone dice, miniature lead figurines, and his Official Blue Mage Monster Manual. "Okay, in this story, you're all Vieira waitresses that formed a gang--Up's Angels--and your Google patron has been kidnapped by a tall, muscular, evil, and super hot Ready lady named 'Stone Fox.' She's demanded a ransom of the legendary relic, the Panties of Shiva, from the royal treasury!"(Y'Mir: "I try to seduce the stone lady" *rolls Nat 20* "Hey that means we win right!?" For a total of? Quote from: dragon on 23-11-2022, 06:58:09Y'Mir: "I try to seduce the stone lady" *rolls Nat 20* "Hey that means we win right!?"" Since she's not in the room, it's hard, but you think hard (about the Platonic ideal of a 'Stone Fox' and are pretty sure you'd get a good reaction. Maybe she'd sit on you instead of crushing your bones. Somewhere in the world, she sneezes and feels kind of horny." *applauds*Take your time Angie. *Offers hugs.* No worries, Angie. Base Camp is up. There are plenty of other unnamed NPCs, and a small fire right outside the airship wreck for communal cooking and gathering. Some tents for people who don't like sleeping inside. Other than that, it's a pretty bare-bones camp. Enjoy your stay.EDIT: A small note, but you are likely going to be stuck with whatever gear you have at time of creation for a bit. There will be some expedition supplies to draw from, but it's going to be mostly basic adventuring gear and maybe extra rations. You will have chances to spend your hard-earned Gil in the future, but for now, make sure you have everything you want before we begin. @c0i9z: I hope you didn't mind my bird bumping into your Google. :) It's perfectly fine. I love interactions! Link, please, awesome Angie? :) Quote from: Muse on 24-11-2022, 18:49:47Link please, awesome Angie? :)Added to first post of this thread. *Bows* Thank you very much! :): Quote from: c0i9z on 24-11-2022, 17:35:24It's perfectly fine. I love interactions! Wonderful. :) *dashes to reply* c0i9z, you may just need to make up or tell us WHY geodancers pilgrimage, cause well, I don't know and Google is unhelpful. Haha. I just made that detail up, hope that's not a problem. Basically, they pilgrimage to learn about the different lands and learn their dances. Quote from: c0i9z on 25-11-2022, 22:48:35Haha. I just made that detail up, hope that's not a problem. Basically, they pilgrimage to learn about the different lands and learn their dances. Highly encouraged, and even if it contradicts something we find later, we can just say it's part of however YOU learned to be X class. Okay, the player that I invited to join has decided to not join, so I should get some actual threads up momentarily. But, before we begin, anyone want to be on a specific team with someone else? Quote from: Angie on 27-11-2022, 01:55:11Okay, the player that I invited to join has decided to not join, so I should get some actual threads up momentarily. But, before we begin, anyone want to be on a specific team with someone else? I'd like Beach to be on Yule's team. We've got some interaction already between bird girl and Luna, so that might be fun. Dammit, it speaks to how tired I am during peak season that I just noticed Yule's name is a damn pun :Edit: Also Angie, Jacob is moving into the airship looking for salvageable material and more importantly to see if the ships core is still working and if he can somehow utilize it if need be....or at least get the lights working in the ship without frying anyone. I'd like Y'Mir to be with members who are compatible orientation wise. It wouldn't be much fun for a flirty/seductive character to only be with straight dudes and lesbian girls etc. etc. Personally I would divide teams based on balance of abilities. I basically think each team should have at least one strength based melee combatant, one DEX, and perhaps at least one to two spell casters based on the need... Though character interactions are something else to consider. For example, Yule and Yuma seem to get along well from what we've seen so far. However, Y'Mir being the flirty one and willing to flirt with just about anyone who catches their eye would make a party that hast let's say Nauru and Yule less ideal. Beam and Nauru (once Nauru calms the fuck down for a few seconds) might actually get along pretty well, but putting the two together could throw a teams balance off depending on who else is in it. I'm definitely down with Luna on Yule's team without a doubt since they established a connection so far. :) I'm also definitely fine with Each being there too because Hanged is a great writer. Alright I have to sort teams before we go any further, but please keep posting in Base Camp. I would have done that today, but then I did 8 hours of twitch stream, ha.... Jacob rolled well on Knowledge and Perception checks (I rolled secret) to figure out some details of why this thing went down, but I do want to stress, Ship Repair is a long term goal because the core is *FUCKED*. You're also close enough to Jag territory that it may not even get off the ground anyway. Must post... Means I need to be awake. Sleep sucks! The good thing about team divisions, is they can be changed, shaken up, or even merged if needed. I split based on abilities with some minor shuffling based on preferences, here's the initial choices:Team 1 (Aurochs):NaruJacobY'mirListreaTeam 2 (Basilisk):YuleBerachGearaC'Bermuda(Team names are just me doing a Final Fantasy themed Alpha/Bravo)I put Luna in Team 2 because I did want to split the Red and Blue Mage, but I don't know how crazy effective a Blue Mage can be, so I put the Geodancer with them as insurance. Otherwise, the teams each have one (or more) capable of healing (Team Aurochs has Nauru the scholar and Listed the Red Mage, who are both half healers so that comes out to a one, right?), one tank, one who is likely to be DPS, and then go from there. On reflection, Y'Mir is also pretty support heavy, so I'm not against switching him over to Team Basilisk, by the Twelve I fucking hate doing team balance. Regardless of team selection, everyone can interact with everyone in Base Camp. “We were a swell bunch of adventurers in Group Two.” (good. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what weird/half casters will balance. First level, at least, Yuan's a bit of support and a lot of hitting hard with a pole arm. And even when she gets her dances, they're nice, but very situational. I'm mostly going off of how FF14 puts you people in, hence why the Scholar is balanced by the Cleric (Scholar is a healer in 14, but much like Cleric they can just nuke the board if they wanna in this system), and it sounds like I was right thinking of Y'Mir as DPS. @Angie: Will there be some sort of meeting post where they sort the pcs into teams? :) Quote from: Yukon on 29-11-2022, 02:17:12@Angie: Will there be some sort of meeting post where they sort the pcs into teams? :)Didn't consider that. Maybe. I probably will. Quote from: Angie on 29-11-2022, 04:08:40Didn't consider that. Maybe. I probably will. Hype! :) Looking forward to it. ’D Quote from: Yukon on 29-11-2022, 02:17:12@Angie: Will there be some sort of meeting post where they sort the pcs into teams? :)“Okay, the cats are in heat, so we’ll have to separate those…” Added a small glossary of terms in case anything I'm saying is confusing people, especially Jag. It has slightly different connotations in this Iva lice, versus FF Tactics (Advance at least). You know, I somehow missed the fact that Scholars only get up to 6th level spells... Now I feel a touch foolish. I've started wondering if I might want to consider multiclassing or if the abilities for the scholar more than make up for it. I mean, some of the abilities in the right hands could be utterly broken, but I'm kind of kicking myself all the same... Though it does give me some ideas for characterization. Scholar does have some pretty powerful abilities, it looks like. And I can't imagine that they'd make a class that's completely useless. Huh, interesting, 6th-level spells in a class with poor base attack and d6 HD. I guess if one was a 10th-level Black Mage and 10th-level White Mage, they'd only have 5th-level spells. Or there's going Black Mage/White Mage/Arch wizard for maximal dual-magic potential, though that's a long-term ideal. A Scholar gets some unique skill in playing between Light and Dark from the start, as well as exploits. And later there's stuff like free metamagic. Looks to me like they make up for the level gap with heavy boosting. How many spell levels does the free metamagic add? :)I'm cool with describing red mage as half a healer. :) I mean, right now I'm looking to see if I can be an effective character at a day of adventure and still have a healing spell to cast. It's a free Maximize a number of times a day. I think that's usually 3 levels? I may have to make the team selection scenes part of the Team Threads, just so I can mission brief at the same time. Furthermore, I'm close to pulling the trigger, I just need to prepare the actual dungeons. What are the sleeping arrangements like? :) Not much, honestly. There are a few bunks done up inside the ship, but you're probably better off with your own bedroom. Quote from: Angie on 03-12-2022, 23:01:03Not much, honestly. There are a few bunks done up inside the ship, but you're probably better off with your own bedroom. Noted :) Quote from: dragon on 04-12-2022, 08:57:47, thank you. :) I have made a side thread for, well, I'd prefer sexual stuff between party members to be over there, thanks. Make use of it. Quote from: Angie on 04-12-2022, 18:40:19I have made a side thread for, well, I'd prefer sexual stuff between party members to be over there, thanks. Make use of it. Noted :) Sorry, it started as a cute thing, then went to romance, then... kinda more? Quote from: c0i9z on 04-12-2022, 18:59:09Sorry, it started as a cute thing, then went to romance, then... kinda more? It's all good, I just decided to start it to provide a little bit of cleaner separation. Currently, in the process of making maps. Good ol' Roll 20. Sorry for the Delay, with the holidays coming things have picked up at work. I'll try to check daily and keep up during the week.Also, Jacob followed the cat boys. Okay, I just want to make sure it's clear Nauru's cattiness is an entirely in character thing. As a character I actually find Y'Mir quite amusing and aside from being a bit more self-interested, he's actually a lot like some characters I've played in certain regards. The two of them would not likely get along well at first. Though I imagine after working together for a bit, they'll probably come to see each other as friends. Of course. They just need to save each other from a tough spot and then have a deep, vulnerable conversation where they share all their emotional baggage. Scene had moved past it, but I felt Far Rider needed to establish some authority here. Also, I give a fair warning...these early dungeons might be really easy, since I'm operating from a "balance for regular PF" mindset and I won't really get a sense for your character's abilities until I see them in action. Think of it as a warm-up. Sorry I've been fairly distant/uninvolved. Between a bunch of IRL things, I haven't had much time--or creative drive--to do anything. I want to affirm that I'm very much interested in the game, though, and will make sure I'm doing my part in the missions. Quote from: TheHangedOne on 06-12-2022, 16:19:37Sorry I've been fairly distant/uninvolved. Between a bunch of IRL things, I haven't had much time--or creative drive--to do anything. I want to affirm that I'm very much interested in the game, though, and will make sure I'm doing my part in the missions. I appreciate the heads-up I’ve been out of town this week, but I’ll try to catch up tonight. Sleep sucks.I've upped my antidepressants. The psychiatrist says that it's normal to need a few weeks to get your rest back on track after being without your CPAP for a few weeks, so here's hoping. Sorry if I've left you all hanging. I'm trying. I think right now I need to take a nap. Mom woke me after two hours to take her to the doctor. Okay, let's get some threads started. Posting is not expected, it's holiday season, as long as you occasionally pop in we're good. Team A: B: I'm back! Do BEM, Y'Mir, and Jacob need any interaction in the "Side Threads" yet? We've pretty much jumped past that point now Have to agree, think it's good to leave that in the fade to black. That way we can make outlandish claims about that session and no one can refute it. Far Rider impregnated both the carboys, got it. I can't believe BEM fit both of them inside at the same time. Quote from: Chloe Mile on 10-12-2022, 19:00:05Far Rider impregnated both the carboys, got it. Either her of Jacob, little dispute on that. Quote from: dragon on 10-12-2022, 19:10:49I can't believe BEM fit both of them inside at the same time. Would have been three but Y'Mir was too busy sitting on the other carboys face. Will probably be posting in the team A section soon. Ms. RNA paid me a visit, and she's worn me right down... So it's taking a little bit longer than usual. Okay, aye, I'm around, I'll post soon but I want to let you know the teams have hit the threshold for "following an already left trail". Hell, the Google basically sees them like they're glowing with that roll... *peeks* Both teams? :) Oh, hey! Nice solid roll their Isengard. Quote from: Angie on 13-12-2022, 22:23:33Okay, aye, I'm around, I'll post soon but I want to let you know the teams have hit the threshold for "following an already left trail". Hell, the Google basically sees them like they're glowing with that roll... The Google is a bandit double-agent! But for us, or for them? Dun dun dun... (Quote from: Lux12 on 11-12-2022, 07:01:36Will probably be posting in the team A section soon. Ms. RNA paid me a visit, and she's worn me right down... So it's taking a little bit longer than usual. Having recently had it myself, take all the time you need. I know you don't want to do fuck all while you have it, even eating is hard. Sorry for my slow speed by the way. :) I was prepping for surgery this week. Take care! Quote from: Muse on 16-12-2022, 15:05:51Take care! Thank you. :) It went pretty ok. I should make a note, I intend on using the Pathfinder Critical Hit and Fumble Decks (Luckily, my secret secondary roll for C'Been was a hit, so no Critical Fumble. Which is good because the one I drew was "Redirection", spell hits YOU. This is exciting, Angie! :)Anything neat visible from the trees yet? With the foliage as it is, can I walk up here at normal pace? Quote from: Angie on 19-12-2022, 08:09:40I should make a note, I intend on using the Pathfinder Critical Hit and Fumble Decks (Luckily, my secret secondary roll for C'Been was a hit, so no Critical Fumble. Which is good because the one I drew was "Redirection", spell hits YOU. Hoo-wee, that’s fortunate at least. Though the table needs some “wardrobe malfunction” options. Quote from: Chloe Mile on 19-12-2022, 15:36:54Hoo-wee, that’s fortunate at least. Though the table needs some “wardrobe malfunction” options. Seconded. Yule's vestments have "such vulnerable ties". :) I don't think that wind orb has any secondary effect of slowing the creature, does it? Since Difficult Terrain prevents running, the creature can only move double speed. But, because he's double moving, he gets the full 30. Two of you attacked, meaning you only get 15 feet of movement as far as the forest is concerned. The other two have 20 feet base, but judging from the Google racial entry on the wiki, Luna only gets one round of flight, which means she could catch up...but I'm gonna demand a DC 15 Fly check because the trees are very thick, and she runs the risk of running face-first into a trunk.(Holy god I did not think I'd have to look up this many movement rules what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk)EDIT: Actually forgot the miss chance. Yuki, roll a d100 and tell me if you get 30 or lower. Got a 9 to fly. Fly checks?(Quote from: c0i9z on 20-12-2022, 23:39:54Got a 9 to fly. That's total, right? Not the roll?Yeah, that scout is getting away. Not scot-free, the spell from Yuki...possibly hits, assuming she doesn't roll low on the miss chance. Quote from: Angie on 20-12-2022, 23:24:07I don't think that wind orb has any secondary effect of slowing the creature, does it? Since Difficult Terrain prevents running, the creature can only move double speed. But, because he's double moving, he gets the full 30. Two of you attacked, meaning you only get 15 feet of movement as far as the forest is concerned. The other two have 20 feet base, but judging from the Google racial entry on the wiki, Luna only gets one round of flight, which means she could catch up...but I'm gonna demand a DC 15 Fly check because the trees are very thick, and she runs the risk of running face-first into a trunk.(Holy god I did not think I'd have to look up this many movement rules what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk)EDIT: Actually forgot the miss chance. Yuki, roll a d100 and tell me if you get 30 or lower. Nope. This just a damage type if I recall. Also, boat 2022-12-21 07:43:05, Yukon (UID: 42100) rolls: 1d100 Result: 29 (Let’s see, I think the rule is “Always split the party.” But I suppose we could let the creature go to make sure we can all travel together. Unless we think it’s worth it for a couple in Team B to try to speed ahead and cut off its route? Will be posting again soon. Crimes kind of ate up a lot of my time. Same here, but I'm sorta back. Welcome back, both of you. :) At a quick glance for Team B's marching order, I'd recommend:1st: Beach (Tank and slow)2nd: Area (Good perception and disabling traps)3rd: BEM (squishy mage, safest in the middle)4th: Yule (squishy mage, safest in the middle)5th: Luna (High AC and perception, in case of back attack)Again, this is just a recommendation. I'm generally good with whatever works best for you all, though. I'll be posting today Right now, though, Luna is in front, scouting. *nods* Maybe "Luna, BEM, Beach, Yule, Area" as the order then? :) Area in back allows their back to still be covered. Works for me! Jacob over here breaching like it's Chimera Squad. I love it.Somehow we got into our dungeons at roughly the same time. Jacob is a beefy boy of group. Which I realized I'm going to end up building like Reinhardt from Overwatch 2. By level 6 he should have fire strike :P Probably posting tomorrow. Crimes related shenanigans are finally winding down. Lovely. I have maps prepared...and then realized I didn't have the Saharan cave with a hallway in, yay... Okay, so, as I stated before, I'm going to be experimenting a bit. I expect the challenge to be a little bit on the low end while I work out exactly how much pain you all can dish out. I may do some rapid advancement, so I have an excuse to toss bigger baddies, there's some cool stuff at higher CR...long as we're all cool with a Noob Cave, we can begin! Whew Hui! :) I'm ready~ I suddenly remembered that posting images on E requires a little effort and I can't just snip and be done with it. I'll get it up tonight at home. Imager, that was a fantastic resource for me. Listed starting off strong with a 22 initiative. At 2023-01-05 03:03:48, Listed (UID: 16) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 22 (let's see how strong I can stay againstskeletonswhen all three of my weapons do piercing damage! *Grins* It will be fine, Jacob has a big Fuck off hammer, that explodes. Roll Result: Jacob rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total Comment: Initiative Result: 20,Total: 23Also Jacob goes first I rolled a 16 for initiative At 2023-01-05 10:39:46, Lux12 (UID: 39591) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 16 (17 (initiative for Y'Mir wows! :) Quote from: Isengard on 05-01-2023, 10:23:41It will be fine, Jacob has a big Fuck off hammer, that explodes. Roll Result: Jacob rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total Comment: Initiative Result: 20,Total: 23Also Jacob goes firsts you thought. For whatever reason, FF Pathfinder gave Skeletons an ungodly +6 Unit bonus, and one of them rolled 18, so plus 6...yeah. Posting now. *Grins* Mindless undead don't have feats unless they're inmate to the type. I guess we all have improved initiative in our bones? I think I'm next. Should I wait for you to call me, Angie? She had the initiative order listed in the post. Please don't wait for someone else to give the green lit every time it's your turn to post. Green Skeleton: 24Jacob: 23Listrea: 22Ymir: 17Blue Skeleton: 17Naru: 16Wolf: 15 Oh god don't wait for a greenlight. I'll try to be on the ball if there's significant changes (enemy defeated or AC lowered or anything that would affect your rolls) but if I've already posted or there's no significant change you can tell, just go ahead. If you do jump the gun, I'll allow you a rewind. On it. :) Looks like Ymir then the blue skeleton. :)and I doubt that 11 hit. If it did, I might have done 1 damage! PI just figured I'd save my few spells for something nasty. If we keep running into bellies I'll bash them with a candlestick! Team A: Yeah Skeletons for whatever reason kind of have a god tier AC, but this seems to be balanced by having garbage tier attack rolls and relatively low damage. (AC 16, but an attack roll of +0 and a damage to 1d6 and that's if they HAVE the scimitar, otherwise it's -3 and 1d4)Team B: Savaging have a solid perception modifier, Luna just lucked out and rolled exactly one point higher than they could make on a roll. Let's see you improvise! Sorry that I've been getting behind by the way. It's been a chaotic week. Good job, Y'Mir gets butt rubs later. Quote from: Isengard on 11-01-2023, 21:54:05Good job, Y'Mir gets butt rubs later.(So are we charging in, then? I'm not opposed to a good charge. Quote from: c0i9z on 11-01-2023, 23:18:00So are we charging in, then? I'm not opposed to a good charge. They're not attacking, they're more "alerted". They don't know what's there, just that some THING is. Could still ambush them. Apologies, but I think I'll be dropping out while I can. My plate's a bit full right now. :(Aw. I liked Luna's interaction with your character. Quote from: c0i9z on 12-01-2023, 02:22:49Aw. I liked Luna's interaction with your character. As did I. :(Door's always open if things change. Thank you :) Quote from: c0i9z on 11-01-2023, 23:18:00So are we charging in, then? I'm not opposed to a good charge. I think we charge, and hopefully have a surprise round before initiative. Dear gods getting all my natural 1 attacks out early in his career. Initiative from Luna and Area, and we should be good, and I may have an idea for this CRT fumble...you did ask for wardrobe malfunctions. Or, someone did... I do think someone mentioned that earlier Edit: Also "FORE!" I'm not sure if there's much I can do this round. Beach's only got 20 feet of movement speed; I'm pretty sure even a charge only just barely gets him into the room. Quote from: TheHangedOne on 13-01-2023, 01:32:48I'm not sure if there's much I can do this round. Beach's only got 20 feet of movement speed; I'm pretty sure even a charge only just barely gets him into the room.*shrugs* do it anyway. Sometimes you just gotta spend a turn moving. Right. For some reason, I thought in 30 feet. Well, that just means it's a charge, so +2 to the attack and -2 to my AC. Okay, I have a decently arranged board for Bravo team, I just need an unit from Area I think? At 2023-01-13 15:12:03, TF commando (UID: 55536) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 20 (so Angie, Jacob is checking the iron door, first for traps, then to see if its open. I rolled a perception check for it...Nat 20 for a total of 26. If it needed something other than perception just let me know, and I will roll that. I will allow intelligence rolls to actually recall what the contract said about looting. :P Memory test 11. At 2023-01-19 02:34:29, Listed (UID: 16) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 11 (And now it's my turn to CRT fail. *Snickers.* This team is cursed. Yay! We’ll get rescued by the A Team when they come find us serving the avatar of leviathan. I just know Jacob is going to bust down that door and find BEM in the slave Lies outfit *Grins* I accept this canon. I’m also reminded of Knights of the Old Republic II where someone has to wear the dancing outfit and entertain a hunt:Saharan, “You're right, I guess you probably wouldn't be [Leviathan’s] type...” Bem, “Oh so it's going to be like that? Fine! I will do it. I'm not going to step down from a challenge like that.” Queue the inevitable "who wore it better?" Between BEM and Y'Mir. I do have "defeat" scenarios in my back pocket because you have to be monumentally stupid to die in my games. It's possible, but you need more than a monstrous run of bad luck to trigger it.Also, Luna finished it off. If it had dodged one more shot I was going to give it a call sign, in honor of my games of Battlestar Galactica. So, I did find out how to get Power Armor for Jacob. All I need to do is take 1 level in Engineer (Iron man) and the automaton becomes power armor :P. Might be an idea for later, always fun thinking about that. Posts have been a bit slow lately. Work and other personal business have been eating up my time, but I should post again soon. It's all good, life happens. BEM, go ahead and roll me a Perception check to search the bodies. Angie, for team an are we situated at the bottom of the map or the top, basically what entrance are we coming in at? Quote from: Isengard on 30-01-2023, 19:43:42Angie, for team an are we situated at the bottom of the map or the top, basically what entrance are we coming in at? Ah, should have made that more clear. You're at the top of the map. Quote from: Angie on 30-01-2023, 18:46:33Bem, go ahead and roll me a Perception check to search the bodies. Ah, it actually went well with 20. Thought I had posted, whoops. Had some stuff to deal with these past few days, should be more on the ball now. Welcome back. So, Team B, do we want to take the easy way south, or mess around with that boulder-door? I'm thinking south. Probably our scouts aren't past the boulders, I think. I think south as well. I've got Covid. So far I'm coherent enough to post when I'm awake, though. Sure am I sleeping a lot! Sorry to hear it. Take care, get rest! Yikes. I hope you feel better soon. Get plenty of rest, and stay hydrated. I'm here, I swear, but before we move on, does anyone in Team A want to make stealth checks at all? Or Team B? We started by loudly throwing a ball down the hallway. I'm of the opinion that were past stealth at this point until we get to the armory. Luna got a 25. We just fought, but might as well give stealth a try moving to the next room. BEM castingguidanceon himself, it's still 2+4=6, pretty bad. Quote from: Angie on 11-02-2023, 22:20:17You may want to scale down the map images to make them more readable. As they are, they're a bit too big and stretch out the post. Ex.([Select][IMG height=450] 19 initiative for Luna. No time for a prep spell, right Angie? Quote from: Muse on 14-02-2023, 03:52:01 No time for a prep spell, right Angie? Unlikely! Sorry guys, I was gonna process this sooner, but some things happened, and I wasn't in the mood to do this. I'll get it up tonight. EDIT: Actually, did not realize I needed an unit from Beach I think? Jacob rolled a 19 for a total of 22 on the initiative. Got your AC mixed up with your unit, whoops! *smiles* May I suggest, Angie? "Tag Ymir, Nauru, and Jacob in whatever order you can post." ? I find that kind of thing makes the game run a lot more smoothly in play by post. Whoot! 3 zombies! So exciting! Quote from: Angie on 19-02-2023, 04:39:30Sorry guys, I was gonna process this sooner, but some things happened, and I wasn't in the mood to do this. I'll get it up tonight. EDIT: Actually, did not realize I needed an unit from Beach I think? Sorry for the delay. I've been running around like a headless chicken the last few days. At 2023-02-19 12:12:44, TheHangedMan (UID: 12227) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 4 (sure this character is cursed. :o Quote from: Muse on 19-02-2023, 15:07:25*smiles* May I suggest, Angie? "Tag Ymir, Nauru, and Jacob in whatever order you can post." ? I find that kind of thing makes the game run a lot more smoothly in play by post. While not a terrible idea, I'd like to remind the party that at this level, monsters have an alarming tendency to go down in one hit. So what do I do if, for instance, Jacob bashes one of the skeleton's down in one shot and Y'Mir's post is to attack the same skeleton?...probably just say the skeleton went down and allow him to change things up, actually. If you think I'm bipolar when it comes to rulings in PBP, you should see me live. Okay yeah it's a good idea. And Chloe, with Beach having terrible unit, I'll allow you to change your declared movement. Maybe not the action though. Quote from: Angie on 19-02-2023, 19:37:28When I put in my coordinates I was using the top of the first map you had up, not just the room, with letters for the rows and letters for the columns, meaning F2 should be right above Jacob's space. As a ranged fighter Y'Mir wouldn't want to start the combat directly adjacent to an enemy.edit: also even if read the opposite way F2 would put Y'Mir one space further to the right edit edit: to visualize what I mean Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide What I intended(it would be if just using the room as the coordinates(Eh, with a couple allies moving into the room too, it'll be good. BEM just moves in close enough like before to (attempt to) shoot fire at the Saharan at 30 feet. Quote from: dragon on 20-02-2023, 00:16:30When I put in my coordinates I was using the top of the first map you had up, not just the room, with letters for the rows and letters for the columns, meaning F2 should be right above Jacob's space. As a ranged fighter Y'Mir wouldn't want to start the combat directly adjacent to an enemy. Edit: also even if read the opposite way F2 would put Y'Mir one space further to the right edit edit: to visualize what I mean Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide What I intended(it would be if just using the room as the coordinates(where did you get whatever it is you're using to make grid coordinates please tell me, so I can just do *that* next time. Though, I have to take into account that I think our Gun breaker was doing it with using the room only as the grid, because otherwise B2 was a wall. So the two of you want to both be on the same spot, any objections to me moving Y'Mir one up from him? Quote from: Angie on 20-02-2023, 20:11:37Okay where did you get whatever it is you're using to make grid coordinates please tell me, so I can just do *that* next time. It's not a preset or anything. I just went into a photo editor and manually typed in the numbers and letters by the sides of the picture. I personally use Pixar. Quote from: Angie on 20-02-2023, 20:11:37Though, I have to take into account that I think our Gun breaker was doing it with using the room only as the grid, because otherwise B2 was a wall. So the two of you want to both be on the same spot, any objections to me moving Y'Mir one up from him? My intention is to be one above him based on the current placements yes. Quote from: dragon on 20-02-2023, 20:14:40It's not a preset or anything. I just went into a photo editor and manually typed in the numbers and letters by the sides of the picture. I personally use Pixar. Oh good, I can finally stop using Imgur. Which zombie are you attacking, because that first roll hit, but there are two zombies. I've moved you one square up from Jacob for right now, so you should be able to walk into range of whichever one you want to hit. Quote from: Angie on 20-02-2023, 20:18:54Oh good, I can finally stop using Imgur. Which zombie are you attacking, because that first roll hit, but there are two zombies. I've moved you one square up from Jacob for right now, so you should be able to walk into range of whichever one you want to hit. Yeah, though Pixar literally just changed their policy last week when you're only allowed to save 2–3 images a day, which fucking sucks. Before that it was hands down the best free photo shop alternative I've used. And my B, I assumed the attack had missed, so I didn't roll damage or anything. I'll attack the red dot zombie, and I'll edit my post accordingly. I almost thought the same, and then I looked again, and it turns out, Zombies have shit for AC, they just rely on having tons of HP and DR (slashing beats it) to counter it. Should I mention I'm kinda hot swapping my monsters? I originally had a lot more skeletons, and then I realized that only Jacob beats their DR...so I changed it up to make it more interesting. Quote from: Angie on 20-02-2023, 20:29:04I almost thought the same, and then I looked again, and it turns out, Zombies have shit for AC, they just rely on having tons of HP and DR (slashing beats it) to counter it. Should I mention I'm kinda hot swapping my monsters? I originally had a lot more skeletons, and then I realized that only Jacob beats their DR...so I changed it up to make it more interesting. Eh, do whatever you feel is best. I've tweaked encounters before myself, or even just not stated monsters at all until the party actually gets to them and kinda figuring it out from there. Sorry about the wait. Work has been hell this week. It's no trouble. Life happens. Hey, Y'Mir, do the chakras have any penalty if fired from melee? I ask because that Red Zombie might get into melee range before your attack goes off. Chakra (Quote from: Angie on 02-03-2023, 05:45:12Hey, Y'Mir, do the chakras have any penalty if fired from melee? I ask because that Red Zombie might get into melee range before your attack goes off. Oh sorry, for whatever reason I completely misread that as the round starting over. I'll just get rid of that last post. I don't mean to be dragging things, but I haven't heard at all from Muse. Anyone been in contact with them? I'm in a discord with them, I did poke them yesterday Hi Angie! I'm sorry! (And thank you for calling my attention, IPP!) I don't think I've been in here since I got back from my vacation! I promise to do better! Please do feel free to send me a PM or nudge me on discord--or have someone else do so--if I slip again! Thanks to the zombie charging...that's actually a hit, Muse. Roll Damage. Whew Hui! :)* * *7 damage. (Edited in.) #msg16420801 I'll update Team B later when I'm not at work, I need to add an enemy token for it and can't really update maps now. Currently, I just have a turtle as a placeholder. Jacob took the AOO. Rolled a 12, if it hit he did 17 damage(3 of it fire) and expended the magic of the ammo to activate Brutal shell, granting himself 7 temp hit points for a minute or until lost. Guess who lied about updating! I'll get it up today. Unit At 2023-03-09 16:43:45, c0i9z (UID: 61584) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 22 (HHH, dragon, the hell is the -4 coming from? Quote from: Angie on 10-03-2023, 00:04:24Uhhh, dragon, the hell is the -4 coming from? Firing projectiles at an enemy that's in melee range with an allay incurs a -4 attack penalty. Quote from: dragon on 10-03-2023, 06:10:52Firing projectiles at an enemy that's in melee range with an allay incurs a -4 attack penalty. Which would make your rolls +0, not -4 Quote from: Angie on 10-03-2023, 07:08:25Which would make your rolls +0, not -4his attack bonus is already +0 due to the two weapon fighting penalties. Oh, so it is. Which is kinda confusing because the description for Chakras is in the light blades weapon group. I'm going to be honest I completely forgot two weapon fighting penalties existed. Quote from: Angie on 10-03-2023, 18:21:30Oh, so it is. Which is kinda confusing because the description for Chakras is in the light blades weapon group. I'm going to be honest I completely forgot two weapon fighting penalties existed. It's in the light blades group, but it isn't a light weapon. The dancer class gets a feature at level 2 that lets them count as light weapons for two-weapon fighting, but until then Y'Mir has to struggle. I'm fairly certain that hammer slam kills the zombie. I'll update soon, I was just in a Mahjong tournament that left a bit of a mark, so I've been kinda out of focus Quote from: Angie on 15-03-2023, 00:37:52I'm fairly certain that hammer slam kills the zombie. Furthermore, I'll update soon, I was just in a Mahjong tournament that left a bit of a mark, so I've been kinda out of focus am a miscalculating dumb, it has more HP without even factoring in the DR. Proceed as normal with the attacks. Is that me then? Quote from: Muse on 16-03-2023, 08:16:26Is that me then? No, you're after the only zombie left in the initiative. I live! Sorry for the wait. Things have been hellishly busy at my end and I ended up having to see a doctor about acid reflux issues... Anyway. I should be posting sometime tomorrow. I think I'm still waiting onJacobBerach in Team B's side. EDIT: Holy fuck I am dumb as a box of rocks yup, let me get right to that ^^, well team A side, and Li's has yet to post as well. But I got my post in. Quote from: Isengard on 28-03-2023, 18:58:03yup, let me get right to that ^^, well team A side, and Li's has yet to post as well. But I got my post in.Oh, my fucking god I even double-checked names and somehow managed to put Jacob in Team B instead of Beach no wonder there's been no movement fuck me I am dumb Sorry about that. I was actually waiting for Jacob to hop in. I'll get a post out soon. Edit: got it up. I'm really sorry that I didn't catch on to what happened. I mean I don't mind being a badass gun breaker in two threads, but continuity would hate me :p Oh, noes! Lol :) Careful, dragon, I'm tempted to call for Reflex saves :P Quote from: Angie on 02-04-2023, 07:25:42Careful, dragon, I'm tempted to call for Reflex saves :They so long as I'm not the one making em it's no skin off my back :P And now, team Avalanche and team Byre got have their first clues...though team B got theirs a lot sooner.

Pathfinder Ivalice Expedition OOC|rating:3.0

The Orphan (Kate and Miss Misa)

Kate knew he would try to hide his feelings. She felt terrible for him and knew he would be sad. "We have a custom in the manor. No need to be formal. Please call me Kate or Katie." She leads him out to the main hall up the marble and alabaster curved staircase to the first room on the left. His room overlooked the entrance to the manor. She opened the door. The room was spacious with antique queen size bed four-poster bed. The room was filled with ornately carved heavy wood. There was a dresser with mirror, a writing desk next to built in shelves. There was a roaring fire in the brick hearth and mantel was dressed with antique vase and mythological figurines. French door opened to a large balcony. On the far side of the room was a private dressing room and bathroom. "There are some clothes in dresser and armor. We can go into town and get you clothes and things tomorrow. You need anything pull the bell pull by your bed. If you want to redecorate it we can do that too." Kate turned down the covers on his bed. Following Kate up to his beautifully decorated room, Dustin looked around at the marble and alabaster curved stairs. They were much more exquisite than his old manor. His father wasn't a decorative soul and preferred to stay with the wooden look. Dustin still loved it though, but this manor is mesmerizing. "If that is what you wish Kate. You can just call me Dustin." He actually preferred to be called Dustin. Looking down at the entrance to the manor, Dustin enjoyed his view from his room. He followed Kate into the generous room filled with dazzling decorations. The bed had plenty of room for Dustin to roll around on in his sleep like he does. Glancing around at the different things in the room; the writing desk, the dresser with a mirror, a brick hearth, the private bathroom, and even a vast balcony to get some air when he feels down again. "Thank you very much Kate, you and your family are being very charitable in my time of need." He looked down and tried not to just burst out in tears right then. He was very thankful that they were so acceptable to him in their spacious home. "Will I see you in the morrow?" He walked over to the bed where she turned down the covers. Kate stopped in the kitchen and filled a bowl with ice. She led him to great hall and up the alabaster and marble spiral staircase to the landing, "Do you want a room looking over the front entrance or the side gardens, pasture, and out toward the lake in the distance? Both are about the same size, and you can change the furniture and make it more your own place. Each room has a fireplace, dressing room and privy. I have brought some greenery and candles. If you want we can go into town to get you clothes, and decorations for your room tomorrow." She knew Dustin was worn out and in pain. She wanted him to have a choice and not feel he was given a room like a guest. Kate wanted him to be comfortable and feel this was his home. We keep clothes the rooms for guests. I am sure the quartermaster and Ann can bring you clothes, weapons, anything you need." Kate opened the door to the room that looked out the main drive. "This room is across from mine. The other is down the hall by John's room." Dustin followed Kate and thought a moment about his choices of rooms. He felt very special to be given a choice of rooms instead of being placed in a room without given any other choice. "Thank you very much Kate, I believe the side gardens would be nice to wake up to." He tried to smile through the pain and tired feeling. "Your family is so welcoming to this orphan, I hope to find a way to pay your family back some day." He was beginning to drag his feet he was so tired. Dustin hoped the clothes in the room would fit him, he was a bit smaller in stature than most men, they might just fall off of him. "If I have any need of clothes I'll be sure to find Miss Ann then." He followed Kate up and to the room and thought for a moment. "Yes I'm sure I want the one looking over the gardens, the fresh air will help me recuperate." Kate felt sad for him. She looked out onto the gardens that will soon be snow covered and places her had over his arm and holds it with a soft squeeze, "You are not alone. I know you feel a heavy loss. You are not without a family." She could tell he was not like most men she was accustomed. Dustin had a heart he was not hard or emotionally cold. He spoke politely, there something in him that was softer, and she was drawn to him. He was not threatening or one she had to feel guarded with. She felt he needed to feel safe to let go of his emotions. Looking out at the gardens, Dustin felt a bit better. He felt Kate's hand over his arm and looked at her, she was genuinely sad for him. He smiled at her statement and replied, "Thank you. I will try to be worthy of this family in my time here." He was hoping to make a life here like he had in his old home. He did still feel a bit out of place here, but he might warm up quicker thanks to the family's hospitality. "Will you please excuse me Miss Kate? I am growing faint." He did not want to sound rude, but he was exhausted emotionally and physically after everything that has gone on. Kate hated this for him, and she let go of him, "I am sorry. I know you need to rest. If you need someone to talk to, I am here. My friends say I can keep secrets. Don't worry about getting up. Sleep as much as you need to. Keep the key to your room. I will tell Ann to let you sleep." Kate walked to the door and closed it. She knew he would need time to grieve, and she hoped he would come to confide in her. Kate had a feeling he would mostly likely confide in Ann. She was more like a mother to her and was gone to with most of her problems. Kate closed his door and went to help Ann. She did not mind cooking, and she had to talk to her about how to help Dustin. She knew he would need to be kept busy and need friends. Kate sat at the wooden table after pouring her and Ann mugs of tea, "What should I do, take Dustin to May's party or out to the lake to meet my friends?" Dustin nodded at Kate's thoughtful words and replied, "Thank you, Kate, Good night." He tried his best to smile at her. He watched as she left and sighed as she left and closed the door. Furthermore, he started to slowly take off his sweaty clothes and armor. Furthermore, he saw himself in the mirror and started to whimper and cry. Furthermore, he saw a traitor in the mirror, he hoped he could redeem that. Furthermore, he kept thinking that it was his fault that his father died, not even thinking that if he died with his father that their family name would be lost. Walking into the private bath, Dustin hoped to wash away the tears in a bath. He drew a bath of warm water and immersed himself in the warmth of the water and tried to lose all of his negative thoughts. After washing, he still whimpered s he put on his pajamas and crawled into bed. He fell asleep with tears in his eyes and regret in his heart. Ann passed by the young man's door and heard his crying. She knew the young man would be exhausted and in a world of deep grief. She checked to see if the door was locked, it was not.she lightly knocked, "Dustin is Ann, may I come in Dear?" She carried a hot toddy in a mug. Ann was not sure the young man would remember her. She did not want him to feel alone this first night. If was needed to grieve, they need not be alone. Ann knew Dustin was a grown man in this society. To her, he was still a pup at least another year or two. Ann is average height, she has wide hips and large round breasts. She wears a flexible corset that accentuates her chest. Ann has a long black dress with white collar that ties at the waist. A full white starched apron covers her dress. She wears low healed soft leather shoes. They do not scuff the floor and are comfortable to keep on her feet most of the day. She first to get up and last to go to bed. She is pleasant to look at, she 46 years old and looks younger when her salt and pepper hair is covered in a white muffin hat. Her hair is covered when she cooks and cleans. The family and all that know her think she is the best cook in the kingdom. Ann is both boss and like a mother to her servants. They are not slaves, they all are paid a salary and get time off. Ann has known Lyons most of her life as in her early years she was a slave to Kate's grandfather. Stirring at the sound of a knock at his door, Dustin attempted to wipe away the fresh tears from his eyes before speaking. "Ann? Umm, Yes you may come in," Dustin's voice cracked from crying so hard earlier. He tried to sit up in the bed, fixing his hair and wiping his face he tried to look as presentable as possible. He lit a candle that was next to his bed to show a dim light on his side. His hair was messy still and his face was re and puffy from crying still. He adjusted his shirt and pulled the blankets up his stomach and waited for Ann to come in. Ann entered and walked over to the bed, "I thought you might need a warm drink and compact. I know things are harder now. You should not be left to grieve alone. May I sit next to you? Kate is bound by protocol and cannot stay in a gentleman's room. I am not ask'n for favors and none to be take'n advantage. Don't hide your tears and pain." She closed the door and sets the tray on the night stand. "Ya been cry'n and need a body ta hold. I will stay until you sleep. I promise." She crossed her heart and extends her hand to take his. "Ya hurts and is not good to keep hurting inside. Ya want to grieve or talk. I am here to get you though this. I know men folk are not much comfort at times." She gives him a soft, empathetic expression and stands non-enticing. "I lost my folks when I was young and know you feel it is fault. There was nothing you could have done. You did the right thing.let those that are stronger fight and the time will come you will fight if you must. Here you will be well-trained." Still trying to hold back his tears, Dustin wipes his face again as Ann walks in. He looked up at the caring woman and nods at her request to sit next to him. He scoots over to make more room for her as she went to close the door. Furthermore, he did like the idea of a motherly figure comforting him right now. His own mother was long gone so he was in need of a caring touch. He was shaking slightly as Ann took his hand, her warmth made him feel safe. "Thank you, Miss Ann, you remind me a lot of my mother," He smiled at her soft expression. "I do not wish to take advantage of your kindness, but perhaps it would serve me if you stayed until I fall asleep." He knew that the men of the house wouldn't be much help in his grief other than to keep his mind off of it with training. "I hope they can mold me into a better knight here," He sighed and tried not to burst into tears once more. He looked away for a moment to gather composure before returning his gaze to Miss Ann. Ann removed her apron and placed it on the chair by the bed. She propped up extra pillows to the headboard, then sat up over them, lying next to him. The older woman reached at the end of the bed and placed a blanket over her and the young man under the covers. Ann touched his cheek, nodding softly as placed her arms around him. She smelled like fresh bread and lavender. Ann spoke quietly as she held him to her and smoothed his hair lightly, "Yes, his lordship has a heart like most men, rarely shows it. "You will be kept busy. If you feel overwhelmed or so sad as you are now. Come to me and I will take you to a quiet place. Your parents will watch over until your time to join them. You are a part of them both. I know ... I know how you feel. There was nothing to prepare for your loss and heartache." She Watches as Ann removed her apron, Dustin could already smell her sweet scent of freshly baked bred and lavender. He was comforted by her when she laid next to him. He felt her touch his still red and puffy cheek and almost flinched. It has been a long time since he felt the touch of someone so soft and caring. It was soothing when she wrapped her arms around him. When she smoothed his hair Dustin closed his eyes enjoying the attention. He listened to her encouraging words and smiled a little gaining hope in his future once more. "Thank you, Miss Ann, I hope to grow in this new place." He whispered as he started to fall asleep from her gentle actions. "I will try my best to make everyone proud especially my parents." With that comment Dustin was asleep in Ann's arms like a child. Once Dustin was breathing softly and in a deep slumber, did Ann get up. Walked slowly not to waken him. . She held him a little longer, missed having little ones in the house. Kate and John grew up fast and her own kids were grown. Ann left the drink by the bed with the oil lamp dimmed just in case he woke up with a nightmare. Ann added a few logs on the fire. She snuck out closing the door softly. Ann turned out the light in the halls as she walked toward her room. The house was always quiet. She was startled a bit as Kate stuck out her head, Ann, is Dustin alright. Ann felt her heart stop and raised he hands to her chest. "Gracious child you scared me." Kate walked out in her night gown, "I am sorry Ann. I had to know if Dustin is." Ann walked to her, "He is fine, the poor Dear just needs a good nights rest. Don't worry Kate, he will be sad for a while. Good night." Kate gave Ann a hug and kiss on the cheek, "Goodnight Ann. See you in the morning. Ann, you will let him sleep in." Ann nods, "Indeed I will see he is not disturbed." Kate reentered her room and left the door cracked and Ann closed it. It was the weekend and all slept in late next morning. It was around 11 am when Ann checked on Dustin. She heard Dustin wheezing, coughing hard. Ann felt his forehead and he was burning with fever. His neck and arms were covered with red rash spots. She did not allow anyone in the room. The older woman had seen this before. It was carried by orcs and could leave a human with limited site, or hearing or unable to speak. It took weeks to run its course. Ann felt horrible for the young man. She hoped he was strong enough to survive. The fever could kill a child or elderly. Ann had the sickness and guessed the wound on Dustin's wrist contained the poison from a cactus that grew in the barrens. There was no cure in mountains. The rash and fever start followed by stomach pains, and at worse convulsions. The town was in flames by the time the battle outside was over. The enemy was pushed back to its boarder and the kings met to draw up a new treaty. Captives and loot exchanged among the ranks. Slower over weeks the vast armies were again returned to their lord's shires. Among these Lords was Gillian Lyons of Wildwood a well-known port city. It was at the end of this great battle that Lyons and his elite forces happened upon this village. Its inhabitants were dead or scattered. Lyons saw his old friend killed in battle and broke from his groups to seek the Lord only child. A male that by now should be in his teens. Lyons was sure of the lad's true age. He was dressed in battle gear, his armor covered in blood and sinew of his foes and fellow soldiers. He took his time overturning various barrels, an overturned cart. Furthermore, he saw the only building that was not in flames a church. Furthermore, he dismounted and drew his sword. Furthermore, he walked up the steps and opened the door with ease. It was not barred or lock. As he looked around seemed empty. He removed his helm and scanned the pews. He walked down the warn carpeted isle toward the alter. Lyons was slow and guarded of his vulnerability. He saw a figure lying curled up on the center pew. "You there are you hurt? I mean you no harm." The remnants of the burnt town seemed unnaturally cold because of all the death that had taken place only weeks earlier. A hungry boy was all that was left in this town of fisherman. His name was Sir Dustin. He was a knight only in title, for he was a coward and fled the battle to prolong his own life instead of others. He did try his best to protect those who were left in the church, but all seemed lost in his eyes. Furthermore, he was shamed by his actions so much that he even tried to take his own life but failed to have the strength to do so. Furthermore, he then curled up on a pew in the church to await whatever fate God had in store for him. Dustin could hear someone enter the almost untouched church. He grabbed his sword that was on the floor in front of the pew he was laying on. He attempted to play dead until he heard the mysterious man speak. Then he looked up slowly to get a peek at the man's colors he wore to assess if he was truly a friendly. He recognized the colors to be friendly and dropped his sword, making a thump noise on the ground. Looking up at the man, Dustin's dirty, thin face probably seemed pathetic. Groaning instead of speaking, he reached a beaten, bloody hand out towards the stranger. "Help..." He managed to moan a single word before he passed out due to hunger and dehydration. Lyons was in armor and saw a figure walk out to the altar from the side. He was ready to fight. When saw it was a priest. "Please give help me with the lad. He is passed out." Lyons sheathed his sword. The priest managed to lift the lad toward Lyons. Lyons carried the young man in his arms. He was not very heavy. I have need of water and if you can get me food the lad. Do you know him?" The priest was quick to aid and supplied the elder knight with food and water. Lyons gave the Priest a few coins for payment. "I will see your town is rebuilt." The priest provided a basket of food that he had hidden. "The boy was our Lord's son. The boy's father I have not seen for two days. I know not the lad name. His father was Lord Herald." Lyons sits on the pew and helps to revive the young knight. The priest take the sword and slides it into a holder on the saddle. "Take care of the young lad M'lord. I will send you any items I find in his lordships house. I fear not much is left after the looting and fire." Lyons uses his teeth, removes his thick leather and chain mail gloves, he takes the skin of water and pours it over the pass out youthful face. "Wake up Lad. I have food." Weak from the lack of food and water, Dustin was easily moved without much effort. He looked up at the man who carried him away from the priest and saw a blur due to his delusional state of mind. "Where am I?" He uttered quietly. He heard little of what the priest and knight had to say. Furthermore, he heard talk of rebuilding and his father. "Where is my father...?" He groaned. The knight seemed to be familiar in some way to Dustin, but he couldn't place him. Dustin knew little of what became to the rest of the town. The smell of burnt flesh and charred wood filled the air among them, but Dustin ignored it out of grief. He wouldn't realize the extent of the damage until they stepped outside. Dustin suddenly felt the cool, wet water flush his face and he awoke out of his delusional state. He gasped and coughed a few times before he could speak. He looked around and to the Knight who had helped him awake and rubbed his eyes with his bloodied hands. "Who are you?" Dustin asked as he sat up groaning from the pain in his stomach. He saw the food and water next to them but didn't reach for it in fear of being yelled at by the knight. The elder knight eyes squinted in the light. His ears lowered a bit as he was happy to see the young man revived. "I am Lord Gillian Lyons. I am a friend of your father's. The last time I saw you, you were 13 or 14. It was in King Atrium's summer palace. You may have met my daughter Katherine." The elder knight hands him the basket. "Food, I am starved and you may share this small feast. Do you have the strength to ride? We must get to camp before dark. It is a few miles, and then I am going to take to my home. What is your name young Lord?" Lyons takes a small loaf of bread and tears it in half and give half to young man in his arms. Looking up at the Lord, Dustin smiled slightly when he heard the man introduce himself as Lord Gillian. He remembered him from before with his father. He reminded Dustin a lot of his father, actually. Furthermore, he didn't remember much of Kathrine at the moment, but when he met her he might remember more. "I remember you now," Dustin was comforted by the familiar face for a moment, "I must apologize for my appearance and loss of memory." He apologized hoping the Lord would forgive his weakness. Taking the basket of food, Dustin was relieved and thankful that the Lord was so willing to share with him. "Thank you kindly m' Lord," Dustin took the other half of the loaf and began nibbling at it slowly. He hoped to retain some of his upbringing even in this time of need and desperation. "I can ride, maybe getting away from here will bring me more strength." He had lived in this town his whole life, not really interacting much with the other cities outside of relations with his father. "Forgive me, my name is Dustin." He didn't often speak in formalities when speaking of himself. He didn't feel he deserved much of a title. Furthermore, he kept eating at the bread steadily and studied Lord Gillian. Lyons let him eat for the moment. "Can you ride on your own or are you too weak? I am sorry to be in a hurry. I need to get us back to camp before we loose daylight. The priest will arrange to have want can be saved of you family's effects brought to my home. I am sorry Lad, I can bring you back to your father's grave at a later time. I must get back to my men and make ready to go home. No need to apologize for this was your first battle, and you are wounded. The mages will tend to your hand. Is it broken?" The elder knight looks at the wound holds the boys hand by the wrist. He pours water over the wound and ties the cloth, that covered the bread, around the lad's hand. "Hold it tight to stop the bleeding." After Dustin finished the bread he answered the Lord, "I don't think my wrist will allow me to hold a rein." He found it hard to move it, and when he could, be cringed in pain. He hated to be a burden, but he had no choice at the moment. "Will you be so kind as to give me a ride to our destination?" Dustin tried not to show pain, but his weak nature made him cry in pain at the littlest of cuts. This broken wrist was the worst he had ever had in his life, it was making him tear up. "Forgive my weak nature Sir," Dustin mumbled after Gillian bound the wound with the cloth. He followed Gillian's instructions and held the wound as tight as he could. "I will have to properly pay you back even if my family's belongings aren't returned to me," He insisted as he tried to hide his tears from the strong Lord. "Even if I must work for you and your family," That actually didn't sound bad at all seeing as the odds of him having any family or home left was next to none. Dustin may be a weak child in his state now, he would work hard for the man that saved him from being a refugee the rest of his life. Lyons places his arm around the lad, "I don't mind. You have lost your family, home and are hurt. It's been a sad affair and you my grieve. I promised your father I would give you home and see you continue your training and education. The priest will rebuild and there is nothing here for you. The matter is settled and you my share my steed. You are to hold on to our feast in the basket." Lyons cradles him in his large arms.carries him with little effort and sets him up in the saddle. Once the boy is set he grabs the reins and places his left foot into a metal stirrup and swings his other leg the horse with a grunt. The priest gives a blessing to them both and with a sift kick he is in a full gallop in the direction of the camp. He is off the main road and after two-three hours is in his camp. He sees his officers around his tent and a guard takes the reins. "This is Lord Dustin get him to the mages and see he is given meal. He will remain in my quarters. We leave at dawn in the morrow." The man is dressed in cloth with the tabard of his Lord over his tunic. He helps the young Lord down and leads him to a tent where mages are tending to the wounded. A middle-aged female in a dark blue cloak greets him with a flask of water. "Come Sir and sit on this cot. Let go your hand." She takes a soft cloth and dips it into clean water from a basin. The mage looks at his face. "You hurt more inside." She washes his face and look at him with concern. "I am going to make you sleep very deeply and you won't feel a thing. Please lie down on the cot and think of the most beautiful person you wished to give your manhood to." She laughs heartily as she places her hand on his head and her other hand on chest in moments he is in the throes of the fantasy of his life. When he awakes he is in a cot covered in a warm blanket, he is dressed in a flannel nightshirt and leggings. His wrist is stitched, bandaged and in a small splint. His fingers are free to wiggle. It is barely daylight as the camp is a flurry of moment, voices of men shouting orders, eating, and hitching up horses and wagon. Lyons is dressed out of armor. He is rolling up maps and packing up his belonging into leather cases. On the table, in the middle of the tent, is a bowl or fruit and sweet breads. Feeling grateful to Lord Gillian, Dustin wiped away his tears and held onto the basket along with his wrist. He felt that Gillian was right, his father would've wanted him to move forward. He was always pushing Dustin into the future with all the resources that were available to them. "I will work my hardest to see that my father's will is fulfilled." Dustin tried to motivate himself further. While on the horse with Gillian, Dustin felt safe. The Lord's strong arms guided him towards his future. He hoped to make him as proud as he wished he made his father when he was among the living. Dustin could've slept on the way to camp, but seeing his village reduced to little more than ash and charred bones made his fears come to life. As they arrived to camp, Dustin tried to push those horrific images out of his head. He nodded in greeting to the man who helped him into the mages tent. He sees the middle-aged woman and sat down the basket and followed the woman's directions by sitting on the cot. Furthermore, he slowly let go of his hand revealing a bloodied cloth to the woman. "Thank you for your service miss." He said after sitting down. Hearing the woman comment about his hurting inside him made him hang his head a bit. He closed his eyes as she washed his dirty face with the cool, wet cloth. Blushing at the woman's comment of thinking of the person to give his manhood to, Dustin quickly laid on the cot, it was quite comfortable at this moment. Dustin closed his eyes and couldn't help but think of the knight who saved him, which made him blush even more before he passed out under the woman. Woken by the sound of men running about readying the camp to leave, Dustin was still a bit groggy. The warmth of the blanket was a pleasant way to awaken. Dustin felt his new attire wrapping him in warmth as well. The flannel nightshirt was welcomed by him, it made him feel human again. He raised his arm and looked at his newly stitched wrist in bandages and a splint. It felt much better, almost good as new. He wiggled his fingers a bit to ensure he could still move them. Looking around the tent, Dustin saw Gillian packing up his gear as well, he sat up in the cot slowly. His stomach made a low growling sound that he usually awoke to. He saw that there were fruits and breads in a bowl in the middle of the tent, and he tried to stand. Stumbling a little, Dustin steadied himself on the table. Lyons turned and sees the young man, "Ah, Good Morning Lord Dustin. Please eat, and I sent your clothes to be washed and take the clothes fold in the chair to your left. They should fit you. We will shop once we are in Wildwood. Do you think you can manage riding a horse with that splint? You may ride in the wagon with the wounded if you like. I expect you to share my tent. You belong to my house and will be treated as family not as a retainer. You will keep your father's banner and tabard for attending court. In town, you will wear my coat of arms around your neck. I will have the goldsmith make you one. You are in morning and may comply to your customs. You need anything let me know. I am sorry to make you leave without burring your family. The priests will see they are given the rites to cross over. As soon as the winter passes I will bring you back. I promise." The elder lord hands off the last of his effects to his officers that are packing a wagon. Lyons checks for anything he might have missed. A knight of 18–19 years ride up on a steed many likes his father. He dismounts and removes his helm and salutes. "Father, the men are ready. The camp is secure and await your inspection." Lyons returns the salute and nods approvingly. His mind is occupied, and he looks to the younger lad. "Lord Destiny, my son, Lord Jonathan. John see the lad is dressed and given warm covering. We must ride hard, or we will not be able to cross the pass. We dare not disappoint Katherine and Miss Ann." Hearing what all Lord Lyons had to say, Dustin nodded as he leaned against the table. "Morning m'lord." He rubbed his eyes as he reached out to grab an apple. He looked at the chair with the new clothes for him on it then back to Gillian. Furthermore, he took a small bite of the apple as he listened closely to Gillian's information. "I believe I can handle a horse now that my wrist is in this splint." He held it up and wiggled his fingers. "I will proudly wear your coat of arms and share your tent." Thinking of sharing a tent with Gillian almost made him blush, but he quickly tried to squash that thought by taking another bite of apple. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping in the same cot as Gillian, he wasn't sure why he was thinking those thoughts. "Please do not worry about my mourning, I will mourn on my own time," Dustin urged hoping his mourning wouldn't be in the way of the generous Lord. Coming back after winter would bring Dustin more closure, but he didn't wish to think about any more death. Looking to the younger Knight that walked up, Dustin took another bite of the apple. He saw that it was Lord Gillian's son. He sat down the remains of his apple to greet the Knight. "Well met Lord Jonathan." Dustin tried not to keep them from their ride back to the town. "I should dress and get to my horse so we can ride then," He didn't want to keep anyone waiting either. He was a bit shy to change in front of the two manly Lords but did not want to seem feminine. Dustin walked over to the new clothes and held them up, it would be slightly difficult to clothe himself with the splint on. He would manage all the same though, he wanted to show that he was independent. He began to change into the new clothes that were given to him. Furthermore, he wanted to hurry to not delay them any longer. Lyons had his thing ready and the lower ranking men were forming to take down the tent. Lyons looks to his son, "Pick on these men to serve Lord Destiny. He has no servant or squire. Get some breakfast and meet me at the road. I will lead these soldiers to their homes. Lyons meets with his officers and fellow Lords. He gave each their pay and took a few spoils of war. The soldiers were divided and ranks took many directions. With in the hour Lyons and his men were read to return home. The wait was brief and Jonathan made sure a boy of 13 a squire was chosen. The boy rushed in to assist Lord Destiny. He bowed to him. He was tanned from working outside, has blond highly loose, curled locks down to the nape of his neck, light-blue eyes and medium build. Furthermore, he was not muscular nor was he too small for his frame. Furthermore, he was dressed in dark tunic and breeches."My name's Matthew MacDuff, Your Lordship. His voice cracked as it was changing. He did not show it bothered him." He helped his Lord dress and saw that Destiny was given a fine leather scabbard that allowed a broadsword to be un sheathed from behind the head. Furthermore, he saw that his lord was given smaller blades at his side and boots. Once the man was dressed he brought his master a fine gelding. The male horse was 6 hands high one of fine breeding and all over coffee colored. He was used to a man of lighter weight and was easy to manage. The squire assisted his master, "Sir, shall I ride with you or ride behind? Dustin was used to having a squire, but not having one proved harder than he expected. He was relieved when John picked out one for him. Watching as Gillian left, Dustin was surprised by the young squire that was picked for him. He looked back to Jonathan and smiled, "Thanks, I will put him to good use with this broken wrist." He then looked back at the squire as he introduced himself. "Well met Matthew, I am Dustin." He stated and showed he needed help dressing himself. He noticed how young the squire was and smiled this cracking voice. Dustin was pleased with his new attire and his new horse. "He is a fine stead. I believe it would be in my best interest if you accompanied me atop my horse due to my incapacitated wrist. You could help me hold the reins. I would hate to hurt myself further and be more of a burden to Lord Lyon's family." He trailed off and smiled as he walked over to the horse. Patting him, Dustin looked to Matthew. "Won't you get on first, I may need help mounting this stead." Dustin requested. He was always polite to his help to make them more loyal to him. Lyons knew the winter was approaching, and he wanted his elite to be home with him for Winter fest. This was a special time of year of dances, balls and the whole town took the month off for entertainment. The number in the rank were less than 200 by they arrived at the gates of the port city. The lord had sent a runner day ahead and along the main road were citizens waving handkerchiefs and banners. Welcoming their victors home once more. Lyons rode his men into the main keep. There the wounded and solders could join their families. He kept a number of the elites at his manor. This night he allows that wished to stay in town to celebrate to remain in the small village. The rest of about 25 -50 returned to the manor proper. He hands his son and Dentin to join him as they rode on to the manor. "I know Lads want to celebrate and are tired. You know Ann will have a meal prepared and Kate will be anxious to see us." It was dusk by the time they rode an hour to the manor and snow began to fall. "We will warm by the hearth and share Brady and hot cider. How is your hand Lord Dustin? If you are in pain, Katie and Ann will have some salve or healing or other. Kate is a mage student.". John interrupted, "She is top of her class. I can make a spark. She is very good at healing. Papa you should have let her come. The mages begged for her." Lyons frowns at him, "Katherine is not graduated, and she is too young to see battle. I won't have my men looking upon her with bloodlust. She is to see them at the Ball." They pass the snow covered meadow and 500 acre lake. There is over a mile of picket fence line with white battle stallions that fouled last spring. Lyons has them at a canter and stop to a walk as they enter the main gate with two fox heads. There the guards are lined up to greet the lords and other soldiers. Cheers raise, and they are flanked by leafless oaks, retainers and guards. Once they are at the back of the house they are greeted by stable hands and a man that is over 6 feet tall, burly with graying hair. He bows to his lord, "We home Sir. Ann had food prepared." Lyons dismounts with a grunt and raises his hand to all outside. "Thank you all for a wonderful greeting. It is cold gentlemen and we are all exhausted and famished. Dismissed and officers dinner is prepared." Lyons turns to John and Dustin, "We are homeboys. Safe again." They enter the house and are greeted by the servants and standing in the main hall is Kate. She is dressed in a light green velvet dress. She rushed to her father and hugs him. "Papa! I missed so and John come in." She looks at the young lord with them. "Please take a mug of hot cider. Do you wish to eat now or change?" Kate sees the young man has a hurt wrist. "Please come sit. I am Lady Katherine. Please call me Kate or Katie." The Winter fest was the last thing on Dustin's mind as they journeyed to Wildwood. All he could think of is all that was lost back in his home, and his new life with Lord Lyon's family. He would try his best to fit in and be helpful to the family that took him in. He was now an orphan, no family, no life from his past, and no hope to return. When he did return he would be alone in that shell of a town. A tear fell as he thought about it all. He hid it from the squire as they rode together. As they arrived to the town of Wildwood, they were greeted spectacularly by the town's inhabitants. Dustin had only been here a few times, and never during winter. The majestic frozen lands were very mesmerizing. The snow on the ground crunched under the many horses and wagons that strode into the town. The white fence that contained the beautiful stallions almost blended into the pale snow. As it became dusk and snow started to fall among them, Dustin tried to push all the negatives out of his head as best he could. Those thoughts would not help him here, they would not propel him forward in his new life. The thought of food being prepared for them all was a relief on his stressed mind. Dustin allowed Matthew to dismount before him so he could aid him in dismounting. He couldn't help but smile as they were greeted to warmly in this bitter cold winter. As they entered the main house, Dustin looked around at all the servants and was reminded of his home. He tried to shake that feeling once more and smiled at the elegant Lady Kate in her green velvety dress. It was definitely a warm reunion." And a Warm welcome to you Lady Kate," Dustin bowed to her and smiled, "Hot cider does sound refreshing. I can change after we feast upon the fine dinner that is surely awaiting us." He remembered her from their meeting through their father's. After she has seen his wound, he looked at it as if he nearly forgot bout it. He followed her and sat as she instructed. "I remember the Lady well. I am Dustin, Lord Dustin." He added Lord at the end weakly, he did not feel like much of a Lord without his home. "My wrist was broken in battle. It has been bothering me little on the trip thanks to my helpful squire Matthew." He held it out to show Kate. Kate cradled his wrist and she closed her eyes. She placed both of her hands over the splint. The mage removed the splint and slowly straightened his frozen cold hand. Kate opened her eyes as he felt his hand warm not only by the heat of her warm hand. He felt her MANA that was a soft heat that become hotter slowly, and he felt this penetrate deep into his hand and traveled through his body warming him all over. Kate smiled and let go of his hand. "The mages set it well. It will heal and feel sore a few days. Best you not pick up anything heavy. After we eat I will put ice in a bowl for you to soak it. M'Lord, is good to see you again. You must be starving." Kate greeted her father and brother with hugs and kisses on their cheeks. The men took their seats. Lyons sat at the head and John to his right and Kate sat on her father's left. Lyons did not bother to even talk. He was cold and hungry. He gave Kate nod, and she began to take a platter of venison and placed a slice of the meat covered in spices. The aroma of cooked vegetable, sweet breads and cooked meats filled the room. Each was served spiced cider. The diners were quiet and only the tinkling of silverware could be heard. Knowing Kate's extensive magical training, Dustin was confident enough in her skills to allow her to take his throbbing wrist. He closed his eyes as he felt Kate's healing powers take over his body with warmth. The warming effect calmed his mind and body it seemed, making his worries disband for the time being. Opening his eyes once more, Dustin had a soothing smile across his lips. "Thank you very much m'lady. I will do as you instructed, I'd hate to burden you once more with another injury." He laughed. Watching the heartfelt greeting between Lady Kate and her brother and father made Dustin pleased to be here now. Taking a seat next to John, Dustin looked around taking in the sweet and savory aroma of succulent food all around them. He took a drink of spiced cider to start off this marvelous feast. He dug into his full plate of sliced venison, sweet bread, and cooked vegetables. His favorite was the bread, he loved how it went with the spicy cider. Dustin had forgotten all about his wrist after Lady Kate's healing session before dinner. He became full after eating most of his plate full of food. He wasn't a big eater, his father blamed his appetite for Dustin's lack of muscle. His father was a man's man when it came to sport. He was as strong as an ox and equaled his brawn with skill. It was a shame that man had to die in that raid, but Dustin couldn't dwell on that now. He took a giant gulp of cider to dull his mind for now. Kate passed food to him and she ate her meal. She was curious about the young Lord. She did not want to pry as he had just returned from battle. Lyons sat back in his chair as his body was sore. He drank a glass of brandy to calm his nerves. "Captain, see that all duties are to be kept to a minimum. Take a week rest and enjoy the season. Sleep in tomorrow and inspection will be done after lunch. You are dismissed. I will see you later tonight." Kate knew this was her brothers first major battle and he was very quiet. She noticed his hands where shaking. Lyons looked at Kate, "Katie, will you show Lord Destiny to his room. I think the room across from yours will be suited." The elder lord takes a sip of brandy, "Lad, you may retire and enjoy a holiday for a week as well. Give you time to adjust to your home here." Kate looked at her father curiously, "She did not allow any of the soldiers to live in the house." Lyons saw Kate's expression, "Lord Dustin is orphaned, and it was his father's wish he is here." Kate blinks, and she looks at Dustin and places he hands over his arm. She leans to him, "This has to be so hard and I am so sorry. May I show you to your room?" Not paying attention to those around him, Dustin took a few more drinks of cider as he stared at his plate. Everyone seemed happy to be home and couldn't wait for the Winter fest that would be happening this month. Maybe that would help distract Dustin from his tragedy. Dustin looked up at Lady Kate as she got his attention by putting her hand on his arm. He was deep in thought again about his lost home. "I am fine M'lady. But thank you for your concern." He stood from the table slowly, "I would be honored to have M'lady show me to my room." He smiled and looked back at Lord Lyons and John before he looked back to Lady Kate and bowed to her and gestured for her to go first. "After you M'lady." He felt tired and was glad to be going to a bed.

The Orphan (Kate and Miss Misa)|rating:3.0

Ride a Horse, Save a Cowboy (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

(town came to life at daybreak. Once the sun was up it was time to get to work, and the residents of Liverwurst were already bustling about. No matter the profession that one took up, it started as soon as the sun started to sine. The bakers began putting rolls into the oven, the innkeeper started to clean rooms occupied the night before, The cowboys began rounding up the grazing cattle so they could drive then along to the next stop after a day-long ride. This down in particular gathered most of its revenue from young men riding through on cattle drives and the cattle market in general. Just about every business was catered to serve those wandering souls just riding through, but with that kind of demographic, there was plenty of trouble to be found too. With cowboys came raiders and bandits who hoped to smuggle away a few horses or cattle. Shootings were common, and law enforcement never seemed to be able to rest: there was always a drunkard to wrangle or a murderous gangster in town looking to pick off some citizens for easy looting. It was for that reason that the town was in need of a new Sheriff. It had been a couple of days since Sheriff Brown had been shot down right in the middle of main street by a younger bandit with a quicker finger that Brown had had. Ever since then the town had been vulnerable. Remaining law enforcement officers took this time to slack off and not risk their lives without a superior telling the that had to, and that just pissed off some the hardworking folks in this town. There was a big red target on the law enforcement building, and it was only a matter of time before some pissed of towns member blew the whole thing up. But it was quite possible that there was no one more angry than the owner of Bart Farms. Bart farms had a reputation of its own that had been passed down for many generations: Best quarter horses on this side of the state line. They were great animals for ranching, cattle driving, showing, or just about any other job you could possibly think of charging them with. The bloodline was impeccable with genetics that were superior to any of the other horses in the area. Bart horses lived the longest, worked the hardest, and produced the prettiest looking foals. The only downside? These premium horses sold for a premium cost, and they were far cheaper if you stole them. Three horses had been stolen from Bart Farm ever since Brown had been killed, and another six in the year prior to the murder of the sheriff. That added up to a lot of dough lost by the owner, and patience was beginning to thin. If the thefts weren’t enough, stolen mares had resulted in two orphaned foals, one of which died of malnutrition after refusing to suckle on a bottle nor Foster Mother. All that revenue down the drain. It would be difficult for the farm to make ends meet over the winter months that were quickly approaching. Oh, and no one took the owner seriously on account of her being a woman. Lilith Ann Bart had been he proud owner of Bart farms ever since her father had passed away about two years ago. She had withheld her father’s legacy and continued to produce incredible horses, but that just wasn’t enough to for men of Liverwurst. To them so was of no use aside from passing on an inheritance and spreading her thighs on command for a man’s seed. After all, she was young and ripe enough to pop out several children before her fertile years were past her, and just about every bachelor in town was hoping to put their cock in her before the New Year. They tried time and time again, but Ms. Lily was a pro at evading their affections at this point. She wished she were half as good at getting anyone in this damn town to take her seriously.***“I lost a $200 colt last night, Burton, and you dare to tell me it’s not your problem?” Lily slammed her palm down on the table, making the young officer jump in surprise at her boldness. She was damn aggressive for a woman.“I’m sorry, Ms. B, but there's nothing I can do for you. There’s no one that can patrol your ranch it’s too far outside of town.” Burton replied, but his attentions were obviously not on the young blonde’s concerns. His eyes were scoping just how much of her curves he could see through her loose-fitting floral sundress. She almost always wore nice dresses to town for church and errands, but back home there was always a pair of blue jeans that had her name on them along with a dusty old shirt that had seen a lot of tumbles and green-broke horses.“For Christ's sake, Burton. You really expect me to believe that? I’m no more than a mile outside of town. That’s a short ride for you, and trust me that little amount of time would save me a lot of money. The more I get stolen from, Mr. Burton, the less I can contribute to this little town of ours, ya know. You boys ought to respect a hardworking lady a little more, dang it.” She slapped the desk once more before she turned on heel and stormed out the front door of the sheriff less-sheriff’s office. Out front there were two horses tied to a hitchin’ post, both of which belonging to Bart farms, but one of which perked its ears and let out a greeting nicker at the sight of the young lady reemerging from inside. It was a stallion, gray in color and tall in stature with muscle tone that was enough to put both the men and other stallions of this town to shame. Valedictorian was his name, and he was a Ten year old Stud horse that had sired many an admirable foal back on Bart farms, but to Ms. Lily he was so much more than a point of revenue. He was one of the two horses that Lily claimed as her pets more than they were her work. She loved them and cared for them all on her own, and she had done so ever since her father had gifted her the colt and the filly on her thirteenth birthday. Lily herself was just shy of 23, the perfect age for marrying, and both of her favorite horses were ten years old within only a few days of one another. Beside the stallion was another stud: bay and two hands shorter who was seemingly unable to stand still on his antsy hooves. He was young and stupid, barely broke and starting to take rounds to and from town to get a little experience under his belt and hopefully make him a little less idiotic. Both horses were saddled up and beside the bay was a young boy, no older than 14, waiting with a brown paper sack in his arms.“Had, Jeffrey.” Lily greeted the boy. “Did Mr. Dale have those rolls I like at the bakery this mornin’? And did ya get the apples and oranges for the house?”“Yes’m.” The young boy confirmed with a nod as Lily took the bag from his arms and settled it into the saddlebag behind her well polished western saddle. Groceries would be much safer on Valedictorian than on the bay colt the boy was riding. All packed up, Lily hiked up one booted foot into the stirrup of her saddle and began to hoist herself up when a pair of massive hands clasped around her narrow waist and yanked her backward away from the horse, knocking her off balance and causing her to fall into the chest of the unknown man where he quickly enveloped her waist in his beefy arms, covered in black soot.“What in the hell-” Lily started to protest before the man, who she had still yet to be able to identify leaned in and pressed dry, dirty lips into Lily’s neck and his crotch forward into the small of her back.”Good mornin’ there, Ms. B.” The man spoke in a gruff voice as he kept the much smaller woman pinned to his body. Lily wasn’t short, standing at 5’9”, but this man dwarfed her nonetheless standing at what must have been at least 6’3”, and he was all muscle. “Now just when do you plan on inviting me over so that I can whew you? I know how to treat a lady right, Ms. B. I can treat you right all night long.” He stated, whispering what he thought was seductively into her ear, but the voice had easily given away who was touching her alongside his massive size. It was David Drake, the local blacksmith. He had been trying to fuck Lily since she had barely sprouted a pair of tits and had yet to have any luck at all.“Dammit, Dave, get yer filthy hands off of me.” Lily responded, aggravation and an edge of fear evident in her voice as she started to attempt to jab the heel of one of her boots into his shin or an elbow into his solar plexus. So far, her jabs had yielded no results as he easily evaded her.“C’mon, Ms. B. A big man like me, you must know I’ve got a big cock too. I could have you screaming my name for hours.” He whispered to her, not hinting at letting up even as Jeffery began trying to pull the man’s hands off of his mistress. St. Augustine. May 17th, 1899.“They’ll see you now, Constable Airborne.” The spectacled secretary informed the uniformed man, the only one in the lobby of the precinct headquarters for the small city. With a nod of thanks and a sigh, Constable Lucien Airborne rose and headed towards the door leading to the Commissioner’s office. The meeting had him unnerved, no doubt wishing to discuss a certain incident he had been involved in just last month when he had…flown right off the handle with his rashness and impulse behavior. Not acceptable demeanor for any lawman of the state. Standing before the door, he removed his hat and ran a hand to slick back his hair, before entering in. There were two man within. One, with heavy drawls of grain black about his face, sat behind the desk, while another clean-shaven man leaned against it. Both wore the pointed star of lawmen on their breasts. Both were serious and regarded Lucien gravely. “Have a seat, Mister Airborne.” The Commissioner, a respected bureaucrat named Finch Rowan, said, waving Lucien to a chair in front of the desk. The other man, the Chief of Police and Lucien’s superior, Francis Elms said nothing but lit up a cigarette.“Thank you, Sir.” Lucien said as he sat, hat in his lap. He felt his heart thundering in his chest. What would their judgement be?“Mister Airborne, after reviewing the incident report of April 2nd, we have come to a decision on how your case is to be handled.” Mister Elms finally spoke up, puffing out smoke. “But first, why don’t you regale us in your own words what exactly happened that night while patrolling your beat?”“Well Sirs, I responded to reports of a domestic abuse down on Lamp wright Street.” Lucien explained slowly, as he had done twice already in the past few weeks. He didn’t know why they kept drilling him about this. Probably because the Mayor was being drilled about it by the media, affecting his chances for reelection. And in turn, the Mayor was drilling down on Rowan and Elms about. “There, I found Mister Scarlette, the accused, standing over his beaten and injured wife, sporting serious injuries to her face, by a shaving razor. I-““What was your connection with the victim?” Mister Rowan demanded.“She…uh, was a friend of my wife, Sir. My deceased wife.” Lucien said softly and after a gesture from Elms, he fell silent.“It was reported that you struck Mister Scarlette with a nearby lantern. What happened next?” Mister Rowan inquired. There was a lot of being included here but unless asked about it, Lucien could say nothing. But neither did he hold any regrets for what he did to that man, for doing what he did to that poor woman. Yes, he fell right off the handle and struck the man with the lantern. What happened next was…beyond his control. “The oil doused Mister Scarlette’s clothing, and he caught fire.” Lucien answered bluntly.“In which he proceeded to burst into the street, fully on fire, where he screamed and died an agonizing death in front of a crowd, while you reportedly looked on.” Mister Rowan concluded.“Yes, Sir.” Lucien answered, never breaking eye contact. He had no shame over it. The bastard had it coming. The two men sighed and looked at one another. An officer of the law should have helped the man. Lucien had done nothing about it. Just watched.“You know what a serious issue this is, how it makes the Department look bad. The Mayor is not happy. Your name is plastered on every tabloid in St. Augustine, as a man with no mercy, exhibiting all the worst ruthless aspects of Law Enforcement.” Mister Elms explained. “I know you’re a good lawman, Mister Airborne. You’ve been a member of the Force for over a decade. Normally, a devilish wife-beater like Mister Scarlette got what he deserved but the public exhibition of it…it’s not good, Mister Airborne.”“I understand, Sir. I’ll accept whatever punishment you think is fitting for my actions.” Lucien replied, though still he felt not an ounce of regret or remorse. Mrs. Scarlette would never be the same. Poor Karen.“There are some calling for your own trial and imprisonment, even the death penalty. And we all know this isn’t your first case of…brutality. Like those punks running that gambling racket that you broke up the other year. What was it…three fractured skulls, numerous broken limbs, one permanently paralyzed from the waist down. Merited as these cases might be, it just won’t do.” Mister Rowan said. “The Mayor himself has been riding my ass all week, demanding your resignation letter on his desk. I however have a different sort of penalty in mind.” He said, before nodding to Mister Elms.“Tell me, Mister Airborne, have you ever heard of a town called Liverwurst?” Mister Elms asked.“No, Sir.” Lucien answered, wondering why this mattered.“It’s a town in our State, near the frontier some ways east. They had some trouble with banditry and all. The local Sheriff, Mister Brown, a good God-fearing man, was lynched by a mob of gangsters not long ago. Terrible business, really.” Mister Elms explained. “They are in need of some stout new Sheriff there, to keep the peace. Naturally we thought of you.”“I…thank you, Sirs. But I’ve never been out of St. Augustine. I know little about the frontier.” Lucien said, rubbing the back of his neck, aching with confusion over this new tangent. “And how is this a penalty, might I ask? Is this not rather a promotion, to Sheriff?”“Just listen to the man, son.” Mister Rowan said. “Liverwurst in a state of emergency. Outlaws roam free in the town. The last Sheriff was killed in his own house. This appointment we’re giving you is not a cakewalk but to us, it seems the best compromise. You remain a lawman, the Mayor and others will see you out of St. Augustine. If they are lucky, they might even get their corpse. Are they going to be lucky, Mister Airborne?” Mister Rowan said, peering at Lucien quite firmly.“No, Sir.” Lucien answered bravely, but his heart sank. He was being sent across the State, alone, to a strange environment all on his own. It was basically a form of indirect suicide. But he could appreciate at least they were trying to cover his ass, rather than give him up to the mob.“Then it’s agreed.” Mister Elms said, standing straight and rigid, sticking out his hand. Lucien rose, adorning his hat again and shook the Chief’s hat. “You’re expected within the week, son. God speed and good luck.” May 21st, 1899.(a railroad going right through Liverwurst county, Lucien Airborne, the new Sheriff, had decided to come by horse. It was his first time in many years being on a beast, which he had purchased from a rancher in St. Augustine. He had sold everything in preparation for his move, including the house where once he had a happy family life, with a wife and child on the way. But that was only memories now, not sufficient to tie him to the place. With the proceeds, he bought what seemed to him a decent mount, supplies and equipment, and made the long trek on his own. After four nights and three days of travel, he arrived at the outskirts of the quaint little town. On the outside, it did not look like a troubled place. There was a central town with perhaps two or three dozen buildings, older ones made of timber and wood, with newer ones of brick and mortar. The landscape was arid, though there was much greenery spread here and there. Most of the town residents lived on farms and ranches all about, many of which he passed, with the central town containing all the other commodities and stores required for upkeep. Two saloons, each with competing barbers, a general goods store, a gunsmith, a butcher, stables, clothing shops, a hotel with running hot water, a postal office, a railway station, and of course a two-storey Sheriff’s office in the middle of Main Street, complete with four jail cells in a cellar, an office and lounge on the first floor, and living quarters upstairs. There were also many other side businesses and black market proprietors, selling cheap liquor, drugs, moving swag, and running whores and prostitutes. It would be very evident that the newcomer was from the city. While many wore the wide brimmed short hats, the twenty-nine-year-old new Sheriff was wearing a black top hat. He wore pinstriped trousers tucked into high riding boots of black leather, up to his knees. He had a long dark blue Surat with a shark tail, with twelve golden buttons neatly arrayed in front of his torso. Beneath was a white collared shirt. He had a gun holster hidden by the folds of his Surat, with a well-maintained Mauser C96 and several spare rounds, a gift from relatives in Prussia where his mother’s peoples came from. On his horse were various small trunks and satchels containing his things. Around his neck was a gold cross, signaling his belonging to the Catholic denomination of Christianity. It seemed he was the only one of that following here in Liverwurst. Lucien Airborne was here to be the Sheriff. He tried to greet a few passersby to get a feel for the place. They all either stared at him suspiciously or passed without a word. Everyone looked sketchy and mistrustful, even the horses and the plain faced cattle. He passed small groups of men seated on the edge of boardwalks in front of rows of buildings, smoking and chatting, watching him under the rim of their hats with unkind eyes. He was an outsider. They could tell from his demeanor. Well it didn’t matter. He had instructions to reach the Sheriff’s office and see a certain Mister Burton, before going to visit Liverwurst’s mayor, a peculiar Mister Colin Stare. By all accounts, he was a spineless, cowardly excuse for a man. Damnit, Dave, get yer filthy hands off of me. The outburst sharply drew his attentions, a cold shrill of familiarity running through Lucien’s body. He saw a scuffle ongoing not far ahead, where a larger man was attempting to…fondle, grapple, or restrain a much smaller and younger looking woman. Lucien felt his lip twitch in the beginnings of a snarl, but he did nothing yet, even as a small crowd was beginning to form. At least one brave fool tried to help the lady, but he wasn’t having much luck either, like a child threatening a medieval knight with a stick. Lucien directed his horse to a nearby hitch, dismounting and bringing the reigns over the head of his horse, a sturdy creature named Arrow, and tied it to the hitch. No other lawman was about. No other man of virtue or good stock was coming to this young lady’s assistance. So he guessed it fell to him. And it most certainly did, as he took two steps from his horse, feet planted apart, and spat on the ground. “Hey!” He snapped firmly at the scuffling pair. “The lady is uninterested in your bullish charm. So do be a good chap and let her go.” Lucien warned, hands hovering just off his side. The larger man, Dave, finally seemed to take notice of him. With a swift elbow, he caught the young lad in the side of the face to knock him aside and shoved the woman aside. Then he spat right at Lucien’s feet-no, right on his boot in fact. “And who the fuck do you think you are?” He demanded of the newcomer. “Piss off city boy, before you get hurt.” To further emphasis his threat, the large blacksmith shifted his own jacket to reveal his own holster, the butt of a revolver sticking out.“I’m going to ask you one more time,” Lucien said in his deep, steady tone, “to be about your business and move on.”“No, the fuck I won’t. This piece of ass is mine.” Dave answered haughtily, hand drifting towards his gun. Lucien’s hand began to do the same. A deep silence fell. Even the wind seemed to pause, as the two men eyed one another down. Onlookers in the crowd began to take slow, steady steps backwards from the pair. It was evident what was about to happen. A duel. No one wanted to catch a stray. It happened suddenly. Dave’s hand seized his gun. Lucien shifted his foot aside and then dropped to one knee. Dave’s shot went over Lucien’s shoulder. Lucien’s Mauser put a round right in the blacksmith’s arm, jerking it aside and sending his pistol flying. Dave cried out and gripped his injured arm, while Lucien stood up, holding his gun at the ready. But at the same time… Arrow behind him gave a high-pitched whine, droplets of blood splattered the side of Lucien’s face, and the horse collapsed dead into the sandy road, a puddle of crimson liquid expanding from its neck where an artery had been hit. It died instantly. But Dave cried out and stumbled back. Lucien hissed and felt the remorse of his horse hit him immediately. He felt like they had bonded well over the past few days. What a waste. “Get out of here before I put you in a wooden onesie.” Lucien warned and much to his relief, Dave took his advice and began to stumble off. Luckily, there was a doctor’s office just down the street. Sighing, Lucien straightened and holstered his gun when it seemed Dave was no longer a threat. Bored by his show of mercy, the onlookers began to disperse. He turned back to his horse, but it was to the young woman that he spoke to next as he knelt next to the beast, stroking it's mane.“Are you alright, Miss? It’s not wise to provoke a bull when he’s in the presence of a china shop. But I see you aren’tfragile.” He remarked with dry sarcasm, as he began to detach his things from his dead horse. He sighed again. What was he going to do about this beast now? And who the hell was he? He had just ridden into town, shot someone, and got his horse killed. A great first day. Elms and Rowan weren’t joking about this place. He wondered if trial and jail time would have been more preferable. But this golden beauty certainly adds some color to your day, no? (stranger had ridden up without Lily even noticing, but it was fair considering her current situation. He focuses wasn’t exactly on handsome lawmen arriving into town. In fact, it was almost entirely on a particular ugly blacksmith who threatened to leave bruises on every surface of her body that he dug his grubby fingers into. He was rough with her a manhandled her and attempted to seduce her by whispering naughty things into her ear as she fought against him. She wondered if she knew is his breath smelled of liver and onions. The stench alone was enough to send her running to the hills if the bad manners weren’t a factor. The balls on this guy to assume that he had a chance with the wealthy ranch owner. Jeffery was also very little help to his mistress. At 14, he was a lanky lad with a mop of brown hair atop his head and he barely weighed a hundred pounds. He was built entirely of skin and bones and didn’t show signs of filling out any time soon either. If one saw him and his brother side by side they would never guess that the pair were related. Loyalty, however, was far more important to Lily and her farm than a strong back, and for that she was extremely grateful to have Jeffery. She had watched horses ten times his size make him bleed and eat dirt, but he always got back up and back to work. He loved his job out at Burt farms just as Charity and the rest of her staff did. Lilith treated her staff fairly, and they made better wages than most of the townsfolk did. No one ever came to Lily’s assistance. It was no surprise that Burton, who was probably watching the entire escapade from the window, didn’t run to her aid nor did any of the other onlookers. The only reaction in Lily’s favor, really, were the single bachelors looking on who were angry it was Dave with his hands on the sweet lass and not one of them. There were at least a dozen men in the small town of Liverwurst who wished to court Lily Ann, but she had yet to give any one of them so much as the time of day. Tensions were growing, and men like Dave were getting more and more forceful. Masculinity was fragile, after all. Then he spoke, and Lilith’s gaze was caught by the look on his face though it was obvious he was focused on the brute rather than him. Who the hell was that? Jeffery let out a yelp as Dave’s elbow caught him on the cheek hard, and he staggered back, clutching his wounded face as a reaction. When Dave tossed Lilith aside she stumbled and fell onto the porch of the sheriffs' office with the tiniest and squeaks indicating her surprise that he had thrown her aside like a sack of potatoes rather than a living, breathing human being. Jeffery quickly hurried to her side and she wrapped her arms around his head protectively as she looked on to the ongoing showoff between Dave and this mysterious stranger who had taken it upon himself to rescue her despite the fact she didn’t know him from Adam. It was a mighty noble thing he was doing.“Come on, boys. We don’t need to be shooting at one another on account of me, alright?” Lilith tried to reason with them. She didn’t want to have anyone’s blood on her hands. None of this had to get anyone killed. Alas, her words went ignored, and the confrontation continued, making Lilith hold Jeffery tightly and silently pray that no stray bullets would injure one of her horses. She had lost enough as it was. She didn’t need a lamed or dead horse because Dave was feeling a little extra horny that particular morning. Well, the lord seemed to be looking out for her, but Dave and the stranger's horses were not nearly as lucky. Bullets went flying, and both buried themselves into flesh. However, despite the carnage, Lilith couldn’t help but stare at the stranger in surprise. It wasn’t often that a city slicker came into town to begin with, let alone one with that kind of skill behind a trigger. Just what was this man’s business in Liverwurst, Lily Ann wondered. Once Dave was a safe distance away she got to her feet as did the boy at her side whose face was already beginning to swell and bruise-the bastard may have broken is cheekbone when he struck him.“I’m alright, sir.” Lily responded. “But I'm not sure that trying to get on my horse and leave can be considered provoking. He came at me.” She defended herself as she stepped around Valedictorian and the bay gelding to get a better look at both the man and his fallen horse. She wouldn’t allow him to slander her through his own unintentional ignorance. Furthermore, she didn’t provoke any of these men: they just didn’t know how to keep their hands or their opinions to themselves. Furthermore, she was a strong woman, but she wasn’t a stupid one. Furthermore, she didn’t go around shaking her ass and getting pissed if anyone would slap it.“Mighty sorry about your mount, sir. If you head down to the butcher shop and talk to the owner he can give you a bit of cash for the meat and market it as dog food. Not nearly as much as a live horse is worth, but it’s better than taking a total loss.” Lily informed him, trying to be helpful though the idea of butchering a steed might seem brutal to some. However, brutality was pretty common in Lily’s home of Liverwurst. If such a thought made the man sick to his stomach… well… he probably didn’t belong in a place like this. Without hesitation both Lilith and Jeffery stooped down alongside the fallen animal and helped the stranger to unpack his belongings from the carcass. It quickly became obvious that Lilith was no pretty little housewife as she flung a pair of saddlebags over her shoulder and stood up straight with ease. No, a housewife didn’t have that kind of strength and they sure as hell wouldn’t have been willing to get down in the dirt while wearing a brand-new dress as Lily Ann did. She was something different: something special. There wasn’t another woman in Liverwurst that could hold a candle to her in terms of hard work, and there were very few that were comparable in terms of beauty. The sturdy blonde was drop-dead gorgeous and there was no denying it, but it wasn’t her looks that she was the most proud of. It was her horses and the reputation.“Now what brings you out here, sir?” She asked as she waited for him to gather his load. “And where are you headed with these bags? Let me a little Jeff help ya get there, eh?” She offered, a kind smile planted on her lips. What the hell was this woman made of? “My name is Lilith Ann Bart, and I own and run Bart farms about a mile up the road. You know… where grass actually still manages to grow as opposed to the pile of dirt this city is built upon. We can help you out with a new mount if you’re in the market. I breed and raise my own quarter horses-best horses in the south if I do say so myself, sir.” She rambled, but her intentions were pure. There wasn’t much that could be said on account of the woman’s misfortune. A simple soul trying to go about her life and that brute deciding he had the authority to harass and stop her. Well it was not a good start to his arrival in town regardless, having shot a man whatever the circumstances may be. It was Lucien’s job to win over and earn the trust of Liverwurst, not put their townsfolk in the ground. He could sigh in relief as no soul was sent to heaven or hell, except for his poor beast. After a few days, he had become fond of his horse. Now it lay dead, soon to be a rotting, flea-infested carcass.(had not exactly taken full stock of the woman in question either, until she strode over with an apology and, with her friend, began to assist him. Lucien nearly jumped out of his boots. Around a dead beast no lady of modest virtue should be around, let alone carryinghisthings. Perhaps such things are a common sight here but where he was from, women stayed respectable and were not the servants of men. A slight blush of embarrassment was in his cheeks and he quickly stepped over to the golden haired beauty, practically taking the bags and gear from her hands the second she took hold of it.“My gratitude miss, though I can certainly handle it from here. There is no need for you to dirty your hands with this.” He exclaimed to her, placing his things upon the boardwalk nearby, while also finally gazing over the woman as they stood close. Very close. In an arid place like this, she was as fresh as a cool breeze. The radiance shone off her hair like the first sunrise of a spring morning. Her clear eyes reminded him of the purest lakes, clear straight to the bottom. She was willowy, yet sinewy as well, clearly not a woman to whom labor and hardship was unknown. That seemed a sad thing to Lucien. Such a woman should be raised above reproach and such toil. She was a gemstone made flesh. And then he realized he was impolitely staring and continued to place his things upon the wooden sidewalk in front of the line of buildings. Where were the other lawmen too by the way? Someone had just been shot and a woman hassled. The woman, Lilith Ann Burt as she announced herself, made him an offer to acquire a new horse. Charitable offer or trying to make profit on an opportunity? She sounded like a door salesman with her pitch. But he didn’t think being shifty and misleading were her qualities. With all finally done, he pushed his top hat a little back on his forehead and stuck his thumbs into his belt, considering the woman’s offer and her politeness. Wild strands of brown hair poked out from under his top hat. Down the street, Mister Burton and a few other bearded town fathers, the elders of Liverwurst, were gathering to investigate the gun-toting newcomer. But Lucien had his attentions on Lilith and Little Jeff only.“Well, it’s my pleasure to meet you, Miss Burt. Names Lucien Airborne, from St. Augustine.” Lucien greeted, touching the tip of his hat in greeting. “And you are mighty kind for the offer. My line of work definitely requires a sturdy steed, but I guess occupational hazard just got to mine. Poor Arrow.” Lucien said, indicating the slain horse with a nod. He began to notice to the crowd was still lingering, wondering about him. Well, it was not uncommon for trouble making outsiders to literally get chased out of town by angry locals if they overstepped. He didn’t know he had just shot the blacksmith, someone that everyone in town had some dealings with.“I wish it wasn’t his fate to become dog meat. An unfitting end.” He lamented with a shake of his head, before turning his hazel eyes back to Lilith. “I am afraid work brings me out here to your fine town. You see,” Lucien began to explain, ready to push back his coat to reveal the Sheriff’s badge on his shirt, when Mister Burton and the others finally approached, looking menacing and unkind upon the stranger.“You there! One, you.” Mister Burton called out, interrupting Lucien, who turned with the same posture, thumbs hooked into his belt, to the newcomers.“Good day to you, partner-“ Lucien started to greet.”We don’t take kindly to your sort here, coming in here and shooting up the place. You better explain yourself there, fella’ before I take you down to the Office for questioning.” Mister Burton hissed. Lucien raised his hands defensively. “By all means, Mister.” He agreed with a smirk, which didn’t quite sit well on his friendly demeanor and handsome face. “And indeed, I would consider it a kindness if you pointed me in the right direction to the Sheriff’s office. My name is Lucien Airborne,” Lucien said, smirking wider when he saw recognition flash into Burton’s eyes, who evidently knew that name and was supposed to keep an eye out for him. “And I’m here to be the new Sheriff of Liverwurst.” He declared, finally moving his coat back to reveal the polished, five pointed star badges on his breast. There was a ripple of astonishment and muttering among the crowd. A new Sheriff in town? Did someone note that one young feller who immediately turned on his heel, unhitched his own horse, and rode as fast as he could out of town?“I… I was not aware. Welcome, Sir. Eli Burton, at your service.” Burton said to Lucien, showing his own badge to reveal he was a local lawman too. And now he worked for Lucien. “We weren’t expecting you for some time and even then, they said you would come by train-““With what happened to the last Sheriff, I figured it was diligent to not follow protocol. There are some I believe who do not wish me here.” Lucien said. “But a moment, if you will, Mister Burton. You and I should discuss this later and not in full view of everyone else. Send for the butcher in the meanwhile.” He said, before turning back to Lilith. “Well, I’m afraid you know the truth now. I’m the new Sheriff in town and there is much I have to do now. But it would be my pleasure to visit your farm as soon as I may be, as I am going to be in need of a horse. The soonest you may accommodate me, I would be most gracious to you, Miss Burt.” Lucien said, again touching the rim of his hat in a gracious gesture to her.“It is also my duty to request you to come down to the Office later, to give a statement on what just happened here a few moments ago, if you will Miss Burt.” Lucien also inquired. “The sooner, the better.” He said with a smile, looking at the other woman intently. Oh yes, definitely sooner the better, for she was a pleasant sort, and perhaps the most beautiful he had ever seen in this state. There was a certain luster to her that no grit or dirt could conceal, like an angel that had been caught in a sandstorm. The light and purity was not hidden from him. She seemed to him a model Christian woman. But unfortunately, there were no Catholics out here. Only him. That would be a problem. If there was nothing else. “Mister Burton, if you would be so kind…” he gestured, referring to being led to the Sheriff’s office, while also hoping there was some young boy or lad he could tip to carry his things thither. There is no need for you to dirty your hands with this. The statement made Lilith quirk a brow at the man, almost as a challenge. A city slicker like this had no idea what dirtied hands were if he thought that helping him to gather his things from the fallen equip was dirtying her hands. Lilith knew hard work, and she knew what a set of dirty hands were, and what a set of blistered and bleeding hands felt like. She had suffered hands rubbed raw from a rope, and she had sliced open her delicate palms on not just one tool or rogue fence. Yet this new sheriff coddled her as though she were a child or maiden far above putting her back into anything. That was simply not who Lilith was, and at his assumption she found herself mildly offended by his arrogance. Had he himself ever truly gotten his hands dirty? Lilith was advanced beyond her time. While the single men of this town intended on making her a housekeeper and bed warmer she had no intention of ever going stagnant. Her pop hadn’t been stagnant. He had built the best horse breeding operation on this side of the state line from the ground up and then had entrusted it to his only a child: a daughter no less. She would work just as hard as her father had, and she expected subsequent children to do the same: no matter the genitalia they were born with. Neither the women who were content being useless nor the men looking for a stagnant woman to fuck could understand her, but they were bound and determine to break her spirit just the same as she ‘broke’ the horses. If they only knew that no spirit could be tamed… only reasoned with. She was almost too busy internally berating the man for his disrespect to notice his gaze, but when she did her brow softened. If any man was allowed to admire her like that, it would certainly be the man who had gone out of his way to protect her honor. The people of Liverwurst didn’t expect him to stand up for women’s rights so it would earn him no brownie points with them, but it had earned him enough with her to allow her to forgive him for his comment about dirty hands. He was naive, but if he spent any considerable time in this little town of Liverwurst he would quickly learn that Ms. Bart was one of the hardest working people that ever did grace this town, second only to her father. Which was why all her missing horses were a huge loss. She listened patiently as he lamented his beast and introduced himself. Lucien. The name itself sounded exotic in its own right. Most of the youngsters born around here were given simple names: like Jeff and Lilith, respectively. Most mothers didn’t search the reaches of their minds for fancy names like Lucien, but Lily Ann had to admit that she liked the way it rolled off of the man’s tongue. It had an edge to it that was almost sexy, and she looked down to her boots with a little smirk as she contemplated this with a smirk.Oh, Dear Lucien. She thought. The women of this town are going to eat you alive with their attempts to crawl into your trousers. Despite the way men ogled over Lilith it was easy to forget there were lots of young women of marrying age seeking stability around Liverwurst. A handsome man like Lucien would be quite popular. But they were interrupted before Lily could make any comments about it- probably for the better. She stepped back, guiding Jeff back as well. She liked the stranger, for the most part, but she still didn’t want to be caught up in the middle of it if he was about to be shot down in retaliation for what he had done to Dave. Furthermore, she wasn’t dumb enough to get shot for a stranger: she wasn't sure the same held true for this stranger who had literally just gotten into a gun fight on account of a man putting hands on a woman against her will. That type of chivalry was not custom in this part of the world. When he revealed his badge, however, Lily’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. That certainly wasn't what she had been expecting, but it meant that her and Mr. Airborne would certainly be seeing each other more. She had plenty more trips to make to the sheriff's office in a desperate attempt to get something done about all of her stolen horses and damaged property. Maybe a new face would mean that something would actually get done for once rather than everyone just blowing her off on account of her femininity. There was, indeed, a new sheriff in town, and Lily owed him a horse.“My door is always open to you, Sheriff Airborne. Whether it be early morning or late at night, we’ll get you a horse. Or a meal… if you get tired of the gruel you can find in the sheriff’s office.” She smiled kindly to him. Offering him a meal was far more than any of the other bozos in town had ever been offered. And an always open door? Lucien just might be the luckiest man in town. There were a few faces in the town displaying obvious disbelief.“As far as that statement, don’t worry about it. I think Dave got a big enough slap on the wrist already today. Getting shot will leave a lasting taste in his mouth that just isn’t the same as a citation, sir.” She Smiled before hopping onto Valedictorian with ease, her skirts ruffled up and showing a bit of smooth, muscular leg to the crowd. She looked soft enough to touch-exactly why Dave had.“I’ll see you soon, I Hope, Sheriff.” She regarded him. Ignoring the rest of the gathers. “And we’ll get you set up with a mount that’s almost as beautiful as my own.” She gave him a wink before stroking the broad neck of the gray stallion she sat upon: towering over Lucian and everyone else from the back of the large steed. “Good day.” She touched the tip of her own sun hat in a mimicking motion of Lucien’s own greeting. Then she was gone. Trotting off along the dusty road toward the rolling hills of grass that she called home with Jeff quickly in tow.“You are one lucky bastard.” A young man from the crowd spoke up before lightly clapping Lucien on the shoulder as he passed by, heading back to work. He was decently handsome with blonde hair and a scruffy beard, around the same age as Lucien. “Most of us have been trying to get invited over to her place for dinner for about two years now. You better not let that opportunity pass you by, sheriff. Couldn’t find a prettier thing if I grew flowers.” That was Michael Evensong. He, like many, had hoped to court Lilith, but unlike the others he was far from aggressive or abrasive towards the young woman. Even so, however, he had had no luck romancing her: only in befriending her. He was one of the few good ones, Lilith believed, but she just didn’t feel the same way about the humble shopkeeper. He could be one of Lucien’s few allies in this forsaken town so long as the new Sheriff was as good-hearted as he already seemed to be. The verbal voucher of a hot meal at Ms. Burt’s homestead seemed a most enjoyable prospect, before Lucien caught himself with the emotion. As much as one ought to enjoy the kind hospitality of small town residents, he was forced to recall that he was here on a mission and to do his duty as chief lawman in the district. He was here to clean up the town and no doubt he would be kept very busy for personal house calls. Still, a man with such forlorn chances of success in his mission might be more tempted to seek any help or advantage he can get, especially if it included a full stomach. He could only smile and touch the rim of his cap again in gratitude to Ms. Burt for her offer. He watched the golden beauty mount onto her horse, though her remark sullied the image. “I would insist Ms. Burt, on the statement regardless but at your leisure then, I suppose. You’ve had quite the harrowing experience.” He told her as she moved to depart, nodding his head with a short wave as she beckoned him good day and turned to ride off. Well that wrapped up a pleasant conversation with a pleasant woman. Now he could get back to getting settled in. Turning, he nodded to fellow lawman Eli Burton to proceed onwards to the Sheriff’s Office, Lucien gathering his things, when he realized that their accompanying crowd was still all about him. And as if Lilith Ann’s departure lifted a spell, they all finally seemed to return to reality, dispersing now that the drama and activity was over. A man had been shot, there was a new Sheriff, and apparently he had more luck than a leprechaun. Lucien was in fact surprised by the young man’s statement as he passed by, reflecting on the Sheriff’s conversation with the young spitfire maiden. He didn’t think it was much. Just two individuals being polite? He didn’t know what to say to this man beyond a “I’ll be sure to do that” in respond to not missing the opportunity. He had to remind himself again. Furthermore, he wasn’t here to make lovers. Furthermore, he was here to do a job. A very bloody, gritty, and ruthless job. Best keep decent folks away from him, since he was sure the forces of retaliation now had his number.“Who was that young man?” Lucien inquired of Mister Burton as they walked down the boardwalk to the Office.“Mister Evensong. Michael Evensong. He runs the General Store in town, after his father and grandfather did.” Eli said, turning around and nodding to a building at the far end of the street from where they were walking. “That blue lumber building yonder.” Lucien looked and nodded. He thought about Lilith Ann too and that she owned and ran a farm of her own, with horses for sale.“Lot of young folks in business here in Liverwurst it seems.” Lucien remarked.“Why yes, Sheriff Will borne.” Eli said with a sad sigh. “And one would think that ought to be a good thing. But here it isn’t. It’s the gangs you see. They ride into town like they own the place, stealing and looting whatever they can. The elderly with all their pride stand up for themselves and for that same pride get put down for the long sleep in a wooden onesie. The rest get the example and don’t ask questions no more.” Lucien couldn’t believe it. “The gangs really have that much power?”“God forbid they come to town on the same day for their tribute. You’ll think it was the Civil War part two.” Eli remarked daily. “It won’t be long before the town runs out of any produce or treasure to give up. And there has been talk among some that soon the young women might become a commodity.” He added in a low voice.“Christ Almighty.” Lucien sneered. “But you’re still here, Mister Burton. An old timer, by the looks of it. You’ve been doing pretty good then, haven’t you?” He asked with some measure of hope. Someone was holding the line right? But no, Eli disappointed him. “Everyone wants to be the prettiest or biggest flower in the garden. I just want to stay in the garden.” He said.“Well, we’re going to fix up this pretty garden so no one gets plucked out anymore.” Lucien vowed, before a gust of wind blew a soft sheet of sand their way. He chuckled. Yes, what a wonderful garden this was. The Sheriff’s Office was quite accommodating. A two-storey building, with an office and three jail cells on the main floor. The armory had a few dusty rifles and the liquor cabinet had apparently been ransacked in the interval between Brown’s death and Lucien’s appointment. A few of the chairs were rickety and could use repairs, something he could do himself. But with a little wash and elbow grease, it could become quite an efficient office space. The second floor was his living quarters, with a bed tucked in a corner, a bucket for pissing, a table in another corner and a hearth for a fire. There was a balcony to that overlooked Main Street. A perfect place for him to sit and watch during downtime, the railing just over the painted sign that read Sheriff’s Office. He put all his things way and purchased some basic foodstuffs from Evensong’s store to stock his shelves. He purchased clean parchment as well to begin sketching a layout of Liverwurst for his own designs. Furthermore, he made sure the keys to the jail cells were still efficient and locked appropriately. With that being done, he decided he would spend the following day meeting and greeting the citizens, many of whom dropped in with welcomes to the town and unloading of all their grievances since Christ himself had walked the Earth, evidently. Lucien got the feeling some even wanted him to prosecute the dead if it might get them something. Some were visibly unhappy when they learned he was of a Catholic denomination. But that shouldn’t affect his work now, should it? Night came and Lucien settled in for sleep in his new home. Midnight had passed hours ago whentheycame. They came for him. It was a nightmare. Four or five of them rode up and cocking their shotguns and rifles, opened fire on the Office until they had nothing left to shoot. The entire front end was riddled up. It shocked Lucien right out of bed, and he fell to the floor, before pulling the bed frame onto it’s side to cower behind. Floor boards were torn up and glass shattered. Bullets ricocheted off the walls and landed with softclinkson the ground. Once the shooting stopped, he heard a voice call out. “We run this town? Got it? Tell the Sheriff to fuck off to back wherever he came! This is our town!” And then hooting and hollering, they wheeled their horses and rode out of town, just as Lucien burst out finally through the front door after scrambling to find his gun. He aimed, but they were already out of sight. Bastards. He really needed to hit back at them. And to start, he needed mobility like they had. He didn’t sleep much. How could he after that? Luckily it was much closer to dawn, and he didn’t have to wait long for the town to awake. They had heard the shooting and there was already a rumor that Lucien was dead, though at least half the townsfolk saw him emerge quite unscathed from the ruined front end of his Office. Now they were less friendly to him, for they thought he was a man whose clock for life was ticking down its final minutes. Why make friends with a dead man? But Lucien had no intention of dying anytime soon. For too long, the gangs operated with impunity, always attacking the town, never having to defend themselves from retaliation. Well that was going to change. He needed a horse again. A good sturdy beast. The best. He took after barely after 7am on May the Twenty-Second, Eighteen Ninety-Nine anno domini. He walked the full mile to Burt Farms, gun loose in his holster, always looking over his shoulder. Lucien felt so vulnerable without a horse. Someone could ride up at any easy distance and shoot him dead with a quick escape. He needed to keep up. A moving target was also much harder to hit than a slow, basically halted target. He arrived at Burt Farms just after 8am, dressed in the same outfit as the day before. His suitcase unfortunately had taken a few shots, putting holes through some of his breeches and jackets. He was both the Sheriff and the most impoverished man in Liverwurst by all accounts. He needed every bit of help he can get. Furthermore, he came to the front door of the Burt Farms manor and knocked, though he guessed that the inhabitants of the farm were probably in the fields. So that’s where he took off too, wandering around the property in search of any soul who might help him. He didn’t say anything about a new horse, saving that for Lilith Ann herself, but only told others he was here to collect her statement about the incident yesterday. Which seemed to amuse the helpers on the farm, who had heard about his own incident the previous night. This man wasn’t going to last another week. News did indeed travel fast. She had sent a young girl into town at the break of dawn to pass on a letter to Mr. Evensong concerning some inhabitant hens of liverwurst farm who were ready to become nice roast dinners. The shopkeeper would need to come fetch them and have them butchered, but otherwise Lily was willing to give them up for free for Michael to sell for his own profit this week since her coop was overpopulated, and he was hurting for money: the gang took its toll on everyone. However, she came back with some info of her own that she passed on to Ms. Burt and the other workers on her land quite excitedly. Young girls lived for gossip. So, of course, as the new sheriff came wandering onto the property he was met with bemused smirks and knowing eyes. Everyone was sure he was a dead man walking, but Lily Ann wasn’t of agreement with that. She just might have been the only one in the entire town of Liverwurst that had any faith at all in the new, young sheriff. In fact, she found herself relieved that he had not been injured in the gun fire. It would be a true crying shame if he died before she was able to treat him to dinner. But no matter that. There were horses that needed to be fed and worked. In blue jeans and an oversized button-up shirt, Lilith went about her morning chores as the sun only just started to peek over the horizon. She tossed hay into the pastures and the individual stalls in the barn. She went to milking her shorthorn in the corridor then poured the fresh milk into a few bowls for the barn cats, who happily started to lap up the liquid, then dumped the remainder in a trough outside where a trio of pigs happily got to work drinking down the fatty and nutritious milk. Furthermore, she dropped scratch for the chickens in the grass before opening the doors to each of her four coops and letting the animals out to feed between squawks. Next she checked up on her pair of pregnant broodmares. The majority of her herd had already dropped their foals, but those two were holding onto their fat bellies a little longer than Lily thought they needed to. They were in individual stalls beside one another, munching away at the hay she had already dropped for them, and looking as fat as ever. She reached out to one of them, laying a gentle hand on the underside of her belly where she felt the weight of the unborn foal shifting. It brought a smile to Lily’s face as she looked up at the Chestnut mare. This horse was Miami Copper, and she was Lily’s favorite mare on the property. Miami and her gray stallion, Valedictorian, were Lily’s horses. They would never be sold unlike the rest of the horses on the property: everyone had a price tag except for them.“Come on, Old girl.” Lily whispered to the mare. “I’m ready to meet your foal. Stop hogging it for yourself.” She chuckled, giving the mare’s withers a pat. The golden lady was bred to the gray king himself: the foal in her belly was very important to Lily Ann. She sat there a moment, just watching the mares in calm silence as the sun finally made a full appearance over the eastern slopes of the world. A sunrise always deserved to be appreciated- especially in this town where one never knew which sun would be their last. But just as Lily began to feel herself zoning out a shrill whinny sounding from her left caught her attention. That voice belonged to one particularly high-spirited three-year-old that her main ranch hand had been desperately trying to break. And soon after the horse’s voice had been heard she heard a distinct thud followed by the low cursing of a man’s voice. It brought a smile to Lily’s face. Thrown again.“Now John. Are you ever going to learn how to ride that horse?” Lily teased him as she exited the barn and walked toward the huge, sandy arena where the noises had come from. John was Jeffery’s older brother. He was 18, sturdy, and turning in to a fine man. He was good-looking, hardworking, and sweet-tempered except when it came to this particular dark bay colt. Furthermore, he spent his days working the farm alongside Lily Ann and had developed his own boyish crush on her, but it was nothing like the way men in town fawned over the female ranch owner. Furthermore, he was always respectful and, more importantly, understood that courtship between the two of them was unlikely if not impossible, so he never pushed his luck with the older woman who also just so happened to be his boss. Her teasing, however, always reminded John of just why he loved Lily Ann even in these times of frustration.“I swear to ya Little, this bastard is never going to be tamed! I’ve been trying to ride that hunk of stupidity for two months yet and no matter what I do he won’t let me stay on his back.” John replied, spitting in the dirt and wiping dust from his brow.“He knows you’ve lost patience with him, John. So he’s lost all willingness to try and work with you.” Lily climbed over the wooden fence and dropped into the dirt on steady feet before calmly walking towards the nervous horse who was pacing back and forth in front of the gate. “Go on and tag out, Johnny boy. Let a pro show you how it’s done.” She winked and reached out, laying a soothing hand on the horse as she took hold of it’s bridle with care. As John hopped over the chest-high fence he noticed a man wandering towards them, and he cocked an eyebrow. He didn’t recognize this man, but it was obvious that whoever it was had noticed them down at the arena and was headed their way. Another one of Lily’s suites, probably. The gall of these guys really made John sick. These guys seemed to have no limits. “Hey! Lily! We’ve got company!”“I’ll take care of it after I ride your horse, John! Don’t worry about it!” Lily responded as she lopped the reins over the horses head and tightened up the cinch to make sure this saddle wasn’t going to flip over on her. Ever since John had started doing most of the breaking Lily rarely got to ride through a good buck. The adrenaline of this challenge was painting a smile so wide on her face that Lily might even look a bit crazy to an outside party.“Alright boy. Let's do this. Show me what you got.” Lily whispered to the colt before in one fluid motion she hoisted herself up into the saddle. The colt, effectively named Tantrum, took off with all the spirit that Lily had been hoping for and the sounds of laughter would be audible to John and the approaching Sheriff Airborne. The bay horse was bucking so high that his back ankles were above Lily’s head, and he snorted loudly in irritation over the rider on his back. But that didn’t matter. Lily had been prepared for all the buck the horse could offer, and she held on with ease: one hand even in the air to show off her skill to John who had been thrown from this colt countless times. The young man snorted and rolled his eyes at Lily’s display and looked to Lucien Airborne, finally pairing the face with the description… and the rumors. He nodded at him in acknowledgement as he reached the fence then turned his eyes back to Lily who was still firmly seated in her saddle.“That woman never ceases to amaze me.” John mumbled. There seemed to be some sort of hostility to male visitors such as himself. Lucien didn’t know whether it was just suspicion from all the recent violence or that the ranch hands were very defensive of their employer. No doubt word of her own suffering at the hands of an uncouth suitor had disseminated around and the presumption that other men were no different was put against him. Regardless, it was sour grapes for them, as Lucien was here by both invite of Ms. Burt and moreover that he was Sheriff and could go where he pleased on official business. As if there weren’t more enemies that he could make. Following whatever vague instructions he got on Ms. Burt’s whereabouts on her own ranch, Lucien meandered through the collection of buildings, barns and warehouses, until he came to an open space containing many beasts. He heard someone give a warning of his approach, referring to her as Lily. How informal. Did that mean…she had a prospective suitor? He had barely known her an hour, yet that thought disappointed and grieved Lucien immensely. Still, it wasn’t his business to court a Lady. He began to approach the speaker in question who had addressed her so familiarly, touching the rim of his hat in greeting. But before he could utter a word as to why he was here and what his intent was, he was momentarily stunned by the sudden outburst of a great colt racing forth. Upon it’s back was a lithe figure, with a golden mane and a face of determination. There was Lily-Ann Burt, a marvel and treasure of Liverwurst. He came to the fence near to John and rested his powerful forearms upon its top railing, watching the woman ride the wild horse. It seemed quite dangerous to Lucien, a fierce interaction that might warrant a broken limb or two if Lily was thrown from its back. Surely there were other men more suited to the task of taming so wild and unruly a beast? Yet again his conception that Lily-Ann Burt was a modest and decent woman of hearth and home were shattered as she not only survived the steed’s flailing but slowly overcame it with patience and skill. In a haughty display, she even loosened her grip to signal with her arm that all was well. Truly had Lucien never seen a greater depiction of horsemanship anywhere else but at that moment.“Even attired as a man she’s a real piece of art.” He commented to John. “G’morning. Lucien Airborne, Sheriff.” He introduced himself to the farmhand. He looked familiar to the younger lad who had been accompanying Ms. Burt yesterday. Furthermore, he pushed his brimmed hat up with a finger so that it rested further back upon his scalp, unveiling his forehead. His longboat fluttered about his legs from the wind while his lower jeans and boot were dusty from the walk. The holster with his Mauser pistol hung off the side of his hip. “You sure that isn’t too dangerous for Ms. Burt there?” He inquired of the lad after introductions. A foolish question. It was rather a thing of fun for the young woman. There was a bravado and recklessness that was hard not to admire though. She was so unlike the woman of the time. She wore jeans. Furthermore, she did not shy away from work even though she had wealth and position to do so. Furthermore, she did not seem the sort to spend their days in a rigid schedule of bath, tea time, naps, and salon gatherings to hear the latest gossip. Furthermore, she radiated light, which seemed to get caught in her hair then slowly released itself as if it glowed on its own. And what was he to her flame, but a dead man walking? He felt his purpose here would be cruel to take one of her well-trained and well-bred steeds to accompany him on his mission of peril and danger.“Mornin’, Ms. Burt.” Lucien greeted her when she finally settled up with her beast. He nodded to Tantrum. “I see you have a way with the bucks and the studs, huh.” He pointed out, also referring to her incident with the overzealous blacksmith. He supposed he himself could be included in what Lily could so expertly manage. “A little bird told me that I could get some good horses here. Loyal. Strong.” Lucien said with a smile, though of course the little birdie referred to what Lily herself. He clattered his hands on the fence, glancing a moment towards the man beside him. “I’m in the market for one if you aren’t too busy. Is there someone I can talk to or do you do the selling as well as the training and rearing?” Lucien inquired, for he had yet to visit a stable not managed by a male figure. Or one that even possessed female assistants and workers. He scratched and rubbed his throat a moment, feeling a little dry from the early walk. And being paranoid and cautious was hungry work as well. But a meal would have to wait. He needed to get back out there, mobile and fast, and deal with the gangs. Maybe he could get some information from Lily or her helpers, since they seemed to be victims of the violence too. Stolen horses. He could take some detail on that so he knew what to look for. John couldn’t help but curl up his lip into some sort of grimace as the sheriff complemented Ms. Burt in such a way. Calling her a piece of art as though she were nothing more than something to look at. All these fellas here in Liverwurst were the same, all they saw was a showpiece, and that wasn’t what Ms. Lily was. She was functional, practical, and he is apt to argue that she was a better worker than any of the men he had met who had wandered in looking to court his boss. If only they can see her the way that John did. The man who did would realize she was so much more than a pretty face and only then would they even remotely deserve any sort of chance with Ms. Lily.“She’s a better rider than I am, and I do most of the breaking ‘round here these days.” John said. “Seein’ as Ms. Lily has to take care of all the managin’, and she keeps a careful eye on the pregnant mares and newborn foals she doesn’t have much time to break the Youngkin’s anymore. But damn if she doesn’t love it when she gets ta ride ‘em. There has yet to be a horse born on this farm under her care that Ms. Lily couldn’t ride. We all look up to her ‘round here, sheriff. I don’t know that ya could find a more loyal staff in the county.” He stated, giving the sheriff a sideways glance. So don’t try anything funny. There was a silent warning in that message. Any one of the employees here would jump in to help Ms. Lily, and John himself would be happy to break the Sheriff’s nose if he tried to lay unwanted hands on the woman. John didn’t like the looks of this guy, and the whispers about him around town and now the farm painted the image of him to be even worse. He was damn near about dead already after only one day, he was a city slicker, and, heaven forbid, he was catholic too. Lucien Airborne spelled nothin’ but trouble in Liverwurst, so just why was Ms. Lily being so kind to the man? Inviting him here? Once the score was settled between ole Lily and Tantrum, she reached out to gently stroke the neck of the heaving beast as he came ‘round mentally. “See?” She whispered to the horse, hearing the boys chattering about something or another but entirely too focused on the horse. “There’s a good horse hidden in you somewhere too. Now you have to start bein’ nicer to John, or he might just shoot you. I can’t even say I would much blame him, boy.” She chuckled before guiding Tantrum to the fence by his rein. It wasn’t exactly what the steed was used to as he was not much experienced under the saddle aside from bucking, but he did his best to obey.“What a fine mornin’ it is, sheriff.” Lily greeted him in return, her voice soft and cheery despite having just been riding a bucking bronco. Was she even remotely short of breath? “I have yet to meet a stud that I couldn’t handle, sheriff, but some of them fight ya a little more than others.” She chuckled, obviously catching the underlying message about what had happened between her and Dave the day prior. “However, I think there are a lot less horses that deserve to be put down than men.” She swung her leg over the horse and, in a fluid movement, found herself on her own two feet in the dirt once more. She looped the reins over the colt’s head and handed them off to John who accepted them without any hesitation. “I’m afraid, Sheriff, that if you’re in the market for one of my horses it’s me you’re going to have to deal with. Good ole Johnny here has a playmate of his own with Tantrum yet this morning. But don’t you worry, I know every single one of the horses on the property, and I’m quite sure I can handle this.” She said, taking note of the way he so foolishly assumed that John would be in charge or sales as horse managing was traditionally a man’s job. What a simple and primitive mindset. Lily might not have been allowed to vote in town, but out here on the ranch? She was the mayor. Lily climbed over the arena fence and walked right past Sheriff Airborne, motioning with her dust-stained hand for him to follow her as John climbed back into the arena with tantrum. They walked down the hill a way, Lily wiping her hands off onto her jeans as they approached one of the barns or, more specifically, one of the water spouts outside the barn. She flipped up the handle and soon the nozzle started to freely flow water in which Lily washed her hands before grabbing the ladle which hung on the spout and taking a drink. The cold water felt almost heavenly as it flowed down her gullet. She had been working all morning. It was nice to have a drink.“Now tell me, Sheriff, do you have any preferences on this here new steed of yours? Mare? Stallion? Gelding? I have them all. Some pretty coat colors too. But really, I already went about picking out someone for you this morning, and I’d very much like for you to meet him first. I’ve been saving him for a special home, in all honesty, and I think he’d be perfect for you.” She stated. Lily filled up the ladle with water a second time before handing it to the sheriff. She had noticed the way he had been rubbing at his throat. The man looked parched, and Lily could understand why living in a dusty town like Liverwurst. He would have to get used to this place, but she couldn’t exactly say it grew on a person. This town was filled with misery and murder. If she didn’t have the family ranch here, Lily herself would have uprooted and moved to somewhere else a long time ago. Why anyone would movetoSilverhurst rather thanawayfrom it she would never understand. Lucien Airborne might just be as dumb as he was good-looking. She just hoped he wasn’t going to get another horse shot. She motioned him to follow once more, and she entered the big red barn and started walking towards the stalls at the back. “If you see anyone you like, go ahead and stop me, but Vindicator is here at the back.” As they began to get closer to the stallions stall, the sound of his mighty impatient pawing began to sound through the aisle way. Whatever John’s hidden meaning was, it was lost on Lucien as he watched Ms. Burt tame and control the stubborn horse. It was not difficult to comprehend where the admiration and adoration came from. The woman portrayed nothing but confidence, skill, and a reserved nature, admirable qualities for any fighter in the game of life. She was passionate about what she did and everyone knew it without her needing to brag or boast about it. The loudest virtues were those often done quietly. How such a flower managed to spring and bloom in a wild war zone like Liverwurst, Lucien didn’t know. But it gave him a much bigger reason for wanting to clean up this County.“If only that could be true, Ms. Burt.” Lucien responded grimly to her jest about putting down less horses and more men. It was a shame that criminal scum could hide behind the basic rights of humankind to live and breathe while conducting their foul transgressions against God and country. If there wasn’t a fence impeding him, he would have been at her side to help her dismount, but she clearly didn’t need it. He was surprised, though not unwelcoming of it, when she declared she was the one who would be assisting him in his purchasing and search. “Not a problem, ma’am. An expert is an expert.” He simply acknowledged with a slight smile. No, quite the opposite. With a nod and a touch of the rim of his hat to John, he turned to follow after Ms. Burt. His longer legs allowed him to follow at a more leisurely pace a few steps behind her, thumbs tucked into his belt, while his fingers drummed on the side of his legs. He reprimanded himself twice as his eyes ended up wandering down to the sway of Lily’s hips, the fabric of her jeans hugging her legs and waist line so firmly that it wasn’t difficult to imagine the shape of them. But no, that was inappropriate, and he should know better. He could not degrade Lily like that, even if it was harmlessly within his own thoughts. It was not harmless. It could leak into his judgement and affect his work. It could cost lives. He wasn’t here for intimacy. No, quite the opposite. They came first to a water pump, and he stood by while she took a quick drink, the water sparkling in the morning sunlight. At once, he felt the itch of his throat burn more, and he had to turn to spit some sand and grit from his mouth, wiping his lips as he turned back to her. He opened his mouth to give her an answer as to what sort of horse he needed but Lily seemed to have an answer for him, which made him pause and smile at her extrapolation. “Oh, thank you ma’am.” He said when she offered the ladle, coming forward and bending like an aged tree in the wind as he leaned down to gulp the water. He sloshed it in his mouth and then swallowed, before having another spoonful. That felt refreshing, and he felt the cold trickle in his stomach, which was necessary to burn the rising fires of passion he was starting to feel. He found all sorts of excuses not to look directly at Lily, taking an interest in a flock of birds or the shade of a nearby tree or the redness of the barn. Her eyes might cause that fire to gorge itself even larger within him.“I won’t lie to you, Ms. Burt, as to what sort of work I’ll be putting your horse through.” Lucien said as they moved towards the stalls at the rear of the barn, already catching sight of a most magnificent beast. Rather than excite him, it brought a feeling of melancholy upon him. Could he really take such a glorious beast into the inferno of danger and shootouts with him? His old horse had already paid that price. How many more would suffer before law and order took hold again within Liverwurst? “I require a steed suitable to the dangers of law enforcement. I need a steed that’s strong, swift, and can endure pain and misery. I do not doubt that it will come through these first couple of days without being unscathed. And I would hate to lead one of your nobler beasts to a dirty end. You know what sort of work I’m going to be doing.” Lucien said, guessing at how much she really knew about it all, if she did. He felt his hand drift to touch the hilt of his sidearm. He was going to war. And he would get those bastards for what they did. Vindicator was a large horse, as black as midnight without moon or star, and evidently eager to be out and about. Lucien could already feel a kinship with the horse, sharing a vigor with him. He offered his hand to the beast and when it seemed calm, he reached out to pet and stroke his powerful neck, his hand running through the finely combed hair. “This is more than ample. He is majestic. Vindicator you said? A suitable name. There is much to vindicate here in Liverwurst, I have found.” He said, giving her a side look, trying to gleam what she might know. Most people didn’t want to talk about it. Those who talked often suffered reprisals. But if she had so loyal a group of helpers and employees, how would the gangsters find out? Again though, if there was a mole among her people, he could be putting her in great danger simply by being here.“I will accept this horse, if you are willing to part with it given what I’ve said. That being arranged then, I was wondering if I might talk with you, Ms. Burt. Firstly, to take a statement of what happened to you yesterday. I must insist that it be done by the book, ma’am. And secondly…you once mentioned before you have had horses lost or stolen.” Lucien said, turning to glance around them, tugging his hat lower to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked about for any possible eavesdroppers or informants. Everyone else seemed a fitting distance away, but he wasn’t going to take any chances. “May we speak somewhere more private?” He asked, not realizing that was often used as a precluded by many other suitors to get her alone. He must have sounded like the dozen or so men who tried their hand with courting her. Lucien did not know, nor was it his intent. He was here only to shoot the bad guys and to protect the flowers of innocent like her from being trampled on.

Ride a Horse, Save a Cowboy (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)|rating:4.0

Caught in the Crossfire

Name: Jezebel (Jet) Smith Age: 17Appearance: Name: Alexander Milking: 24Appearance: "Oh man, what a rough day..." Jet moaned as she dropped her bag on the floor by the door. "I'm home...dad..." She waited for a reply that she knew would never come. Her dad worked for a huge tax company and was always working. It was like she always had the house to her own. She was ashamed of her father. He was power hungry. He wanted to control everyone and have lots of money. Jet just thought he was being an ass. That must be why mom left right after she was born. Her mother didn't want to raise a child made by that man. Jez stripped out of work uniform and changed into an oversized white button up. School was rough today. She had four tests and baseball in gym today. If that wasn't bad enough, she had to work overtime at work. It was past midnight, and she had just gotten home. Now was her time to relax. She was so glad it was Friday. She sat on the couch, turning on the T.V. and scrolled through the channels, forgetting that she had not locked the door yet. Outside the dimly lit Smith house, a dark figure loomed against the fence across the street. It was a man dressed in all black with hair that was ruffled by the wind -- Alexander, the now poverty-stricken man who had his money stolen by the infamous Smith Incorporated tax company. He used to work in that corrupted dump until the owner had stripped him of all his monetary belongings. Now, him and the other rebels -- other disgruntled people -- were going to end this once and for all." Today will be the day that we take the first step to our salvation..." Walking up to the house nonchalantly, Alexander greeted the Smith's next door neighbor, who had stepped out for a smoke. He greeted himself as the family's cousin, coming so late because the trains were backed up. Thankfully for Alex, he believed him, and the dark figure went to the door. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. That corrupt man's daughter was ripe for the picking. Stealthily, Alexander snuck into the house and made his presence unnoticeable, preparing the chloroform cloth. When he saw the girl on the couch, he took his chance and snatched her up. With the white cloth, he covered her mouth and let the teen breath some of the substance in. It caused her wild flailing and scream to cease, and she fell limp in his arms. Picking her up, Alex ran back outside and put her in the back of his truck, tying her hands behind her back and her ankles together. The last step was the blindfold, which he secured around her eyes." This is it..." he mumbled, driving away for the 4-hour trip he had to take to make it to his gang's base. In half that time, the chick should wake up... Jet was watching the news right about the time a cloth was pressed to her face. She struggled at first like any normal person would. Though she felt her body growing numb and her eyes felt heavy. Before she knew what was going on, everything blacked out. When she did wake, however, she was tied up, blindfolded, and was moving. The truck hit a bump which made her fly up and back down to the bed of the truck. "Ow! Son of a..." She forced herself to her knees. "Hello? Anyone there?!" She frowned. She struggled against her ties. Furthermore, she wasn't sure how to react. Furthermore, she wasn't sure where she was. All she knew is that she was apparently in the back of a truck. Another bump was hit, and she fell back on her side, She sighed. "Hey! Can you try to avoid the bumps!" She then kicked the side of the truck with her tied feet, trying to get the driver's attention. Hearing the girl waking up, Alexander yelled back at her. "This isn't a joyride, you little brat!" He continued driving, but he started to avoid the bumps, not wanting to damage his goods. By the time he made it to the base, it was already just past 4am, and everyone was waiting for him. Very soon, Mr. Smith would be returning home, only to find his daughter gone, and a note left in her place. Alex got out of the truck and opened the back-up, scooping the girl up easily and carrying her all the way to the inside of his team's hideout. Then, he entered a room -- completely vacant with white walls -- and threw the girl down onto the floor, getting rid of the blindfold. In that room, there was a phone and camera just waiting to be used. All in due time, now..." Welcome, kid," Alexander said in a cool, smooth tone. His Russian accent stood out a bit, but it made him seem just that much more suave, as others have said. "This will be your new home until Daddy Dearest repents for what he's done to everyone." Slowly, the man walked over to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall, pulling a pocketknife out. He twirled it in his fingers gingerly. "If you resist in any way, or if you try to attack us in any sort, I will make sure that you don't leave this place unscarred. Or... won't leave this place at all. I will take it that an attack against me, in specific, will mean that you just want to die." He flipped the knife back into his pocket and walked up to the girl, looming over her head. His gaze was stolid. "But, I'll have you know right now that I don't want to have to hurt you. That's not what we're all here for. We don't enjoy torturing little girls. At least, I don't," he chuckled. Then, he went back to his old spot and leaned against the wall, watching the girl intently. "Brat?! Me?! Just wait until I get untied you jerk!" She struggled, but eventually gave up. She closed her eyes, trying to think of any possible way out of this. Her thoughts were interrupted when she was suddenly picked up. "Hey! Where are you taking me?" She struggled. "Put me down!" She grunted. "I said put...me...doo-wop!" She got her wish when she was thrown onto the floor. "Of. Hey! What it mister!" She felt her blindfold being taken away. She squinted her eyes at the light. "Oh how fun. A nice white room." She noticed the phone and the camera. "Oh, how creepy..." she said sarcastic. When he fathers was mentioned, she busted out laughing. "Oh him. I should have known. Dumb bastard, getting me dragged into all of this." she sighed. She didn't know whether he would come for her or not. "What will you do to him if he shows up?" She listeners to him speak, threatening her with his accent, which didn't make her feel threatened at all." Ooo~ I'm so scared. Get a life pretty boy...." She rolled her eyes and sat up. "So, would you mind taking off these ropes, unless you are scared that you'll get your ass kicked by a teenage girl." She blinked innocently. Alexander sighed and rubbed his head. "You don't understand the predicament, and you clearly haven't understood the majority of his crimes. You think your father only stole our money? He's taken lives, my dear." Once again, Alex walked up to her, but this time, he slapped her hard in the face. "None of us want to hurt you, but we will if need be and --" The man was cut off by a bunch of other men -- teammates -- coming into the room, saying that the father was on the line. "Look, child, he actually wants to come save you." Putting the phone on, he started to talk to Smith. "Good evening, sir," he started, his voice frighteningly cold. "I'm having a great evening, you? Anyway, there's business we must discuss. You will follow all my instructions. Doing so will ensure the release of your daughter. If you disobey me, I will make her death slow, and I'll make sure to send you a video of her writhing in pain. Your first order is to go to work tomorrow morning and pay back your currently employed workers all the money you stole from them." Sharply, Alex set the phone down and bent down to be eye level with the teen. He tilted her head up to his. "I wasn't kidding. This isn't a game. Grow up." Eventually, all the others left, and Alexander remained. Jet's face hardened with the slap. It hurt, it really did. She should be crying right now, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. So she took a deep breath and turned her head to him, her eyes narrowed. "I thought you said you don't enjoy torturing girls. Hypocrite..." She watched the men walk in and waited to see what was about to happen now. When she was told that her father wanted to save her, a part of her was surprised. She listened to the male speak to her father, treating her life if he did not do as he said. The way he described it scared her. When he got close, she tried to inch away. Jet pulled her face from his grip and spat in his face. "Don't touch me." she growled. "You filthy bastard..." Sighing, Alex wiped the spit from his face and glared at the girl. "The only bastard here is your father. The people here are all ones who have had loved ones killed by his men or forced into poverty at his hands." Standing upright, Alexander opened the door and asked the other to bring water, beer and food in the next few hours. Turning back to the girl, he shot her a slightly softer glance. "The slap was to prove a point. I'm not intending to hurt you anymore." Quietly, he leaned against the wall and slipped down to the floor, holding the pendant around his neck tightly in his fist. It was a locket with pictures of his late wife. What a filthy company... "I find it funny though. You are trying to stop him from killing loved ones, and you are treating to kill the only family he has left." She rolled her eyes. She sighed. "I know my father is not the best person in the world. I'm ashamed really...but it seems like you are putting me on the same level as him. You don't know anything about me..." She wasn't fond of her father. She wouldn't say she hated him, but she wasn't too crazy about him either. Jez looked at him before yawning. She leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes, but she couldn't get comfortable with her hands and ankles tied. She moaned when she opened her eyes. "This is so stupid. Why do I have to be tied up? I'm just a teenage girl, what are you afraid of? I'm locked up in a white room with no way out..." Alexander looked at the girl through tired, glazed eyes. "You certainly act better than him." He knew that even if she beat him up, she'd never get out. The door was made of metal and was locked. Standing up and mp ING towards her, the man used his knife to cut the ropes away, seeing that she had slight burns from the rope. With the phone, he called the other and asked for ice. Several minutes later, they brought it in and Alex gave them to the girl. "Here. To stop the swelling." Jet let him cut her ropes. She frowned at her burns. She rubber her wrists and then her ankles. Furthermore, she was still wearing only a button-up shirt, but showing a little skin was the last think on her mind. Furthermore, she watched him walk towards the phone and order ice. Furthermore, she chuckled. "Well what happened to Mr. badass who was threatening me?" she took the ice and placed it on her ankles first. She looked at him. "What about food...water...bathroom..." She frowned. "Or do you plan on letting me go on the floor like a dog?" Alexander crinkled his nose and glared at the girl. "You'll get food and water, no problem. Bathroom... Now we have something for that." He pointed off to his left at a second door. "It leads to a bathroom. There are no windows and no ways to get out." Then, Alexander's stomach growled -- the most embarrassing noise ever. "TCH..." He called up his team again and told them to bring something to eat. When they did, Alex received a bag of different foods -- sushi, chicken stir-fry, and other similar things. "Take your pick," he told Jezebel, grabbing the fork for her and the chopsticks for himself. Jet frowned at him and turned away. They seemed prepared enough. It was probably a smart move with no windows in the bathroom. She would have tried to escape. She knew it would be heir, but she would not give up. She looked at the door, the phone, the camera, and then at the other male. Thinking up of an escape plan. Though her thoughts were intended when she heard a loud growl. She looked at him and giggled. "What's the matter, not paying you enough to eat?" She said sarcastic. When the food was brought, she was bit surprise that people with no money could get all of this food. "Its weird, I thou you said you guys were broke, and yet, look at all that food." She crawled over to the food, sniffing the air. She frowned and finally grabbed some chicken stir for and began batting it. Furthermore, she ate like a man, so she WS kind of sloppy. "So...what's your name? Sighing, the man glared at the girl with dark eyes. "They make the stuff themselves, you know. It's cheaper that way. We may have no money, but we can still buy cheap fish, meat, and other stuff..." He grunted and grabbed the dish of sushi, picking up the individual rolls and munching on them, trying not to make a mess. Alexandr didn't answer the girl until he finished his usage sushi, putting the plate down and wiping the corners of his mouth with his thumb. "My name is... Alexander," he said quietly, wincing as he said the name. The only person who ever called him by his full name in the past was his wife. Deceased now because of the bloodshed the Smith company caused. Sometimes, even saying his full name could make him just itch to punch something. It was too painful. He could already hear her calling out to him in that sweet accented voice. Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, Alex leaned against the wall and continued to eat in silence. Jet sighed and continued to eat. She was silent, not saying anything else. She kept on shoving food in her mouth. For some cheap meat, it was perfect. She couldn't believe this was homemade stir-fry. It was so good. She looked up when he said his name. "Ah. Alexander...it fits you..." She smiled a bit. "Do I have to tell you my name or do you already know?" She asked as she finished batting, pushing her plate to the side.(sorry its short) ((It's alright, don't worry about it XD As long as it's never a one-liner, I'm good :D))"I guess it is..." Alex grunted, staring at the ground. When she said it -- his full name -- his heart pounded painfully in his chest. Why did her father have to take everything away from people? Just... why? "Now, your name I know to be Jezebel. Your father talked about you a lot... when I was working in his company." Staying quiet after that, the man put the empty sushi plate into the paper bag that the food was brought it. There were some other things in the bag that Alex dumped out, just to see what they'd have to eat for the rest of the day. Another plate of sushi, some pasta Alfredo, lo mein, and some still-warm cookies.... Alex said to himself. Sheesh, looks like the women rebels were feeling bad for the girl. Sighing, the raven took the plate and slide it across the floor, having it bump into Jezebel's leg. "For you," he said curtly, moving the rest of the food to the side. Jet looked up at him. "Real? My father mentioned me?" She sounded surprised. "I didn't even know he knew I existed..." She brushed some hair behind her ear. She sighed and shook her head. "I never cared for my father's work though..." rubbing the back of her head, she looked down at the ground, thinking. Feeling something touch her leg, she looked down at the food. "Oh! Cookies!" he grabbed a few and started nibbling on them. "These are good....really sweet...." She smiled. After a while, she looked up at Alexander and frowned. "So...what did my father do to you?" Alex stared in disbelief at the girl. No interests in her father's work, eh? He started to feel horribly guilty now, taking this innocent girl against her will. However, the rebels... they needed to fix this once and for all. The destruction brought about by Smith was too much already. People died because of him. People suffered so much because he was a greedy bastard. Enough was enough, and if he had to kidnap the man's daughter to get the point through, that's exactly what he'd keep on doing." What he did to me?" Alexander started, looking at the girl with a completely blank expression. "He murdered my wife." His voice resounded in the empty room, echoing off the walls in a solemn, morose way, filling the room with a dark and cloudy atmosphere. That's right... your daddy killed her. She tried to defend herself after her father made a bad deal with him, and she took a bullet for the old man. He killed her... Jet blinked in surprise and bowed her head. "I'm sorry..." She stood up, smoothing up the button-up shirt and said. "My father is a confused man, blinded by the sin of greed. He knows nothing else. He is a corrupted man that needs to be cleansed. I, being his daughter, apologize on his behalf...but I know...that. "Do you plan to kill him? You know...for taking your wife's life? A life for a life, right?" She agreed that his actions needed to be stopped, but the thought of her only family being taken away scared her. Where would she go after this? Or would they kill her too? Alexander nearly choked when he heard that. "K-Kill him?! Missy, an eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind," he chastised her. "All we want is for him to return his embezzled money. There was purpose for bringing you here." Sighing, Alex stood up and walked over to the girl, his face now softer than before. "You're only here so that your father learns about what is most important in the world. When he feels the same loss my team and I have felt, he will finally know that there is only thing that should matter in life, and that thing is anything but money." The man turned around and walked to the other end of the room, sliding down to the door and leaning against the wall. Her idiot father doesn't realize how precious a daughter or wife is... Jet looked at him, a bit surprised at the look on his face. "So you don't want to kill him? Its strange, I've heard rumors that there are people out to kill him...It's strange that you don't want too as well..." She nodded. "But what you said makes sense..." She looked up at him, her face still tense and strong, but her eyes were soft and sad. She may not care for his father's work, but he was all she had. She watched him walk away. "So... Alexandr..." She rubbed the back of her head. "How long will this whole thing take, because I have and History test on Monday." She crossed her arms, trying to lighten up the atmosphere in the room. It still felt heavy from earlier when he mentioned her father killed his wife. "Killing him will solve nothing," Alex blatantly said, nonchalantly waving his hand in the air. As for when this would be over... Who knew? "Uh. Well, this all depends on how quickly your father will realize his injustice. You may be here for a day, or you may be here for a month. Even I do not know the answer to that question." The plan wasn't to keep her here for long -- if she had to be here for more than a few days, Alex would let her out of the room and just let her roam around. Perhaps someone in their rebellion group would agree to teach her History or whatever else she needed -- plenty of teachers in the team. "I can do one thing for you," he started, looking at the girl. "If you end up staying here past Monday, I'll have someone teach you whatever you're missing in school. No one here wants to keep you in a place like this for too long anyway." It was true to a degree. The people wanted Smith to give back money, admit his crime, and realize how it feels to lose your loved ones. Maybe that way, he'll understand. "Oh...well this is just great. Might as well get comfortable. My father is stubborn as a bull..." She huffed and sat down, crossing her legs and arms. Looking up at him and said. "How do you know everyone doesn't want to keep me here?" She always seemed to overthink. "How do you know that there isn't someone in the rebellion who wants to kill my father, and me, just became I am his daughter." She giggled. "Actually someone did attack me once on my way home from school. I decided to walk home that day an tried to kill me. He said 'I must kill all Smiths!' " Shaking her head, she laid back." I sometimes wonder...if I should maybe change my name. Cause no matter HW many times I say I'm not involved with hm, they still put me on the same level as him because I share the same blood...it's not fair..." She covered her yes with her arm. She felt like crying almost, but didn't. Furthermore, she would not show weakness in front of him. It wasn't surprising -- who didn't want to kill the Smiths? There were probably plenty of people in the world who wanted them dead, but Alex was sure there wasn't anybody in the building who really wanted to be murderers. Sighing, he said, "Jezebel, your father has killed people for the sake of his work. It wasn't just my wife. There were others. However, we don't want to hurt you, especially since I can see how fervently you are against your father's ways." Alexander sighed and looked up at the ceiling, a small smirk appearing in place of his emotionless demeanor. "You remind me of my wife, actually... Her family was in the same business, but she was strong and broke away..." How nostalgic... "I see...so I guess I'm safe here...but when I go back out there..." She sighed. "Well...it doesn't matter now..." Jazmine sat up. When he began to talk about his wife again, the atmosphere grew heavy again. "Your wife must have been something else then..." She sighed. "I guess that's why my mother left too. She didn't want to be a part of my father's work, and she didn't want to raise a baby made by him...so after I was born. Poof." She looked at him. "One more year...then I can leave this place. I'll change my name and start over." She smiled." You're wife...what was her name?" Of course... Who would want to be in a family with a Smith?the man thought. With a slight air of nostalgia, Alex said, "Her name... Was Svetlana. She really was just like you." Alex turned to the girl and gave her a tiny smile -- how did it go this way? He'd never talked about his wife since she died, so why was he spilling his guts now? This girl wasn't special, she was just a kid stick in the middle of a corrupt businessman's world. Just like my wife... Late wife... Grimacing, he slumped again the wall. "What a pretty name." She smiled and moved over to him. She felt sorry for this man. Furthermore, she could see the pain in his eyes. Furthermore, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're wife...obviously I don't know her and this might seem like a cliché, but she would want you to be happy. Live your life to the fullest. You can't mourn over her forever... I bet she wouldn't want that..." She told herself that the reason she was being so nice was because the atmosphere was just so depressing. She was actually very kind. Furthermore, she didn't like to see sadness. The girl's sweetness took Alexander by some surprise -- acting all nice to your kidnapper is not a common sight. Yet, the hand she placed on his shoulder gave off a kind of warm, comforting feeling, and the man's anxiety and depression almost seemed to dissipate at her touch. "Thanks. I bet you're right about her," he smirked, placing his own hand on hers. "I may hate your father forever, no offense, but I think the mourning can end soon. Hopefully. Never been so hopeful in my life." Chuckling, he fooled around with the zipper on his black leather jacket. Jet smiled and nodded. "That's good, that's perfect." She soon pulled her hand away. She placed her hands in her lap. Furthermore, she shivered a bit, feeling cold. Furthermore, she was only wearing a shirt after all. Furthermore, she brushed some hair from her face. Furthermore, she stared at him for a while. "I'm sorry...for all the trouble my father caused you. I just hope he hasn't taken away all of your light." She yawned a bit and stood. "I guess it's time for me to rest a bit. Been sort of a stressful day...night...or whatever time it is..." She then moved on the other side of the room. She turned her back to him, laying on her side and curled up into a ball. For a little while, the Russian man just stared at the girl, wondering how the child of such a horrible person could be such a wonderful girl. An odd girl nonetheless... For someone to accept being kidnapped like this -- to understand what they're trying to do -- is just a little too weird, but a good sign. Perhaps the humans in the world weren't too bad, at least some of them. Quietly, Alex stood up and took off his jacket, leaving him in a white t-shirt. He walked to the girl and put the jacket over her shoulders, almost unconsciously petting the girl's head once. As he walked to the other side of the room again, he could only think, What's wrong with me? What has she done to me....? Returned my "light" perhaps? Silently, the man leaned against the wall and slipped to the floor, slowly dozing off into a comfortable sleep. Jet was on the edge of sleep when she felt something warm cover her body. She reached up and felt the leather jacket of the man that kidnapped her. She also felt his hand. Furthermore, she blushed a bit, but kept her eyes closed. Furthermore, she smiled a bit and slowly drifted asleep. She didn't know why she was being so kind to her kidnapper. Furthermore, she figured it was because she understood why he did it, and now she knew she wasn't going to be hurt. Well except for that slap, but she was being a bitch before. She had no doubt in her mind that her attitude might come out again, but she felt a bit more at ease. Alexander dozed off for several hours before waking up, stretching his sore muscles out. Checking his watch, it was 2pm. It made sense since they made it to the compound at around 4am. Jezebel still looked like she was asleep, so he got up and walked out of the room, locking the door on his way out. Some of his colleagues came up to him, mostly the women, and asked how the girl was -- they were the ones who were most against the entire kidnapping thing, although they were pleased to see Alex be kind to her. He told them to get a sweater for the kid, seeing as though the room was like an icebox. After maybe twenty minutes, Alex walked back into the room with a fluffy black sweater and two cups of hot tea. He set everything on the floor and took one cup for himself, sipping it slowly. Jet woke up, maybe around two fourth-five. She stretched up and yawned. She didn't sleep too well on the floor and only a jacket as her blanket, but she managed. Furthermore, she was used to being in a soft fluffy bed, so of course this was new to her. He back was actually sort of sore from laying on the hard surface. She wouldn't be surprised if there were red marks on her back. She shivered, pulling the surrounding jacket. Looking around, she notices Alexander. She yawned. "Morning... I think." She notices the cup of tea. "Oh!" She moved over and grabbed the extra cup. She then took a sip of it. Furthermore, she waited a moment before taking another. It warmed her up nicely. ((I thought her name was Jezebel...? o.o))Chuckling, Alex greeted the girl. "Good morning, my dear," he chuckled, feeling lighter. "Actually... wait. No... Good afternoon! That's it, hm?" He sighed, taking another sip of the tea. "We're still waiting for your father to call and ask for instructions. I really don't want to have to go to extreme measures for this to work." Truly, the man didn't want to cause any more harm compared to the good that this might bring out, especially when after he found out more things about the girl. She was different from her father completely, which was why he took her advice seriously. While Jezebel was sleeping, Alexander pondered some things, eventually coming to the marvelous conclusion that he'd stop mourning over his wife, slowly of course. Even though he'd always hate her father for killing her, Alex could put the revenge he wanted far into the deepest corner of his mind where even he couldn't unlock it anymore. (Sorry, I was distracted XD)Jezebel sighed. "Knowing him, He might have gotten caught up in work and forgot." She shook her head and took another sip. She wondered what was going through her father's mind right about now? Was he worried about her or his company? She wondered why he called last night? She wondered if he was really concerned for her, or worried that they might kill him if he didn't do it. Furthermore, she only saw him maybe a few times a year for a full day. The other days he is only home for a few minutes or right when she goes to bed. Jez sat on the floor after finishing her tea. She crossed her arm. "Oh...do you want your jacket back?" She removed it from her shoulders and held it out for him. Seeing the jacket being held out in front of him, Alex pondered it for a moment. His jacket was warmer than the sweater he got for her, so..." Nah. You can wear it. You'll be warmer that way." He took it for a split second before wrapping it around the girl's shoulders, wondering why he was being so nice to her in the first place. Now he was the one who was going to be freezing. Sighing, he slumped against the wall again. "Are you hungry? I can go get some fresher food..." Jet frowned. Slipping her arms through the sleeves. "Why are you being so nice?" She stared at him. "Plus won't you be cold if you don't have a jacket?" She tilted her head. She shook her head at his other suggestion. "I'm fine. This food is fine...." She raises a brow, looking confused. "I'm your hostage remember...if you keep being nice to me, I might not want to leave." She joked a bit. She crossed her arms. The jacket was quite warm though. This man confused her. Now he will be the one freezing and might regret giving her the jacket. Alexander chuckled at her worries, waving them off. "I'll be fine. And I'm being nice because I feel horrible about before. I don't really think I was this much of a bastard before..." Laughing, he laid down on the floor, folding his hands under his head, thinking about what to do now. "And... well, when you start not wanting to leave, you won't really be a hostage anymore, eh?" He glanced at her, wondering what kinds of qualities she could possibly have for getting him so... well, happy. However, it was pretty cold, and Alexander sneezed lightly. He still felt right giving the jacket to Jezebel. "Hm...you sure are strange." she shook her head. She sat down, placing her elbows on her knees and then her cheeks in her hands. "Hm..." She sat there in silence for maybe thirty seconds before letting out a loud groan. "I'm bored!" She fell forward, laying on her stomach. "If I'm here much longer, I may go crazy...and..." She noticed his sneeze and shook her head. She raises her head to look at him. "You are going to get sick. The last thing I need is to have a sick person in here with me, making me sick." She huffed. "I am not strange!" he countered, being all defensive. Glaring at the girl, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Standup'! I'm not going to get sick." At that point, he was trying to think of things to interest the girl with -- drawing, puzzles, what else? This was going to be terribly difficult." What do you like to do in your free time?" Alex asked Jezebel. Perhaps, he could get her to do something interesting for a while. "I mean, if you like drawing or playing games, I might be able to get you something. That way you won't get bored." "Sheesh. Don't get all defensive..." She stuck out her tongue, sitting up again. Crossing her arms. "Yeah, you better not..." She knew she was probably being annoying, but hey, she had a right to be. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a sigh. Furthermore, she wondered when her father would call. Furthermore, she would have figured he would at least try and help her." Puzzles? Drawing? Play games? Do I look five to you?" She shook her head. "I play drums in my free time, or read, dance, I also like being outside, but that's impossible at the moment. So..." She shrugged. Almost fuming, Alexander didn't quite have a response to any of her rude remarks. What a snotty little kid, he growled at himself. Sighing, he thought about it for a minute. "I bet I have a bunch of books that you could read. As for dancing, you can do that yourself. Drums.... that I amnotgetting you." With another sigh, he stood up and walked to the door, a hand shoved in his pocket. "Don't be a bad girl while I'm gone," he joked, sticking his tongue out. Then, he left the girl alone and walked out of the building, to his actual car (not the van) where he had a bunch of books cluttering the back seat. Ever since his wife died, he spent most of his time stuck in the middle of a book. He kept them in the car if he got stuck in traffic, which happened often. Taking a bag and filling it with the books, Alex headed back into the room where Jezebel was kept. He put the bag down in front of her, taking out one book for himself and leaving the rest for her. "There. Most of them are classics: Anna Karenina, White Fang, The County of Monte Cristo, and other various novels. Have fun." Sitting down in his normal spot, he flipped open "The Man in the Iron Mask", the book he had, and started to read. Jet frowned when he left. Wondering how he expected her to dance without any music. It confused her. Though she waited for him, just glad she was getting something to do. When he came back with the bag of books, she looked through them. She was a very picky person, so one by one, she would grab a book and then lay it on the floor. When the bag was empty, she scattered the book around the room to make sure she sign't miss any. She eventually took one and began reading it. Though she normally read with music blaring. Actually she did almost everything with her music blaring, she couldn't stand silence. She set down the book and shook her head. "This is not working out..." She crawled over to him. "I hate the silence... I'll go insane if there is no music going on, or if no one is talking....it drives me up the wall. I feel all paranoid and jumpy...." She crossed her arms, looking around the room. Looking displeased. Alexander looked at the girl with narrowed, scrutinizing eyes -- she truly was a bit jumpy. Silence wasn't good for her, apparently. Thus, Alex sighed and rummaged in his pockets, surprised to find his iPod actually there for once. Heaving another sigh, Alex stood up and left the room once again to search his car for speakers. He surprised himself yet again when he found them; "I must've been half-asleep today..." he mumbled as he walked back to the room." Here," he said curtly, holding out the music player and speakers to Jezebel. "I hope you like whatever's there. It's mostly hard rock and other things like that." Alex returned to his book with a light sigh. Jet tilted her head, watching him, when she left, she moaned and decided to sing a bit while he was gone. She began singing "I Will Not Bow" softly to herself. She close her eyes and was really getting into it, though when she heard the door open, she stopped immediatlyand looked at him. Furthermore, she hated for other people to hear her sing. She took the music player and smiled. "Thank ya." She turned it on and waited for it to start playing before she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, lip singing with the songs.(Sorry it took awhile.)

Caught in the Crossfire|rating:3.0

Lust and Loathing in Las Vegas (Brazen Endeavors_Ruined Knight)

The streets were milling with people. Only moments ago had they been laughing, talking, enjoy their evening or brooding about the state of their lives. Now they screamed, faces contorted in pain and terror, wondering if they would have lives to brood over when all was said and done. She watched, jade green of eyes impossibly wide, just on the outskirts of mayhem. The figure in the midst of it looked better suited to an old black and white - muzzle of guns spitting fire, duster flared, worn cowboy hat careless over mussed hair. Worse than the devastation was the knowledge of who he was; how he felt beneath her hands, his lazy smiles and murmured encouragements in bed. She thought she loved this man." Jesse...!"" Jesse!" Scream spilled from already raw throat, loud and forceful enough to cast away the remaining filaments of sleep. Bedsheets, soaked in sweats of terror, twisted haphazardly about flailing arms and legs. Breasts heaved with burgeoning sense of panic, hardly dispelled by the realization that this was merely a dream. At the very least, she stopped fighting. The young woman gave up her struggles to stare at blank ceiling, barely illuminated by the glare of streetlights through dusty apartment window. She listened to the blood roaring in her ears, felt the rabbit-rapid pace of heart thrumming inside her chest. She lay, prone victim, to the memories that followed on the heels of dreams. Just let it play out, get it over with. It was the best advice she had for herself. If she went through it now, she might save herself the pain of it later, at work or at school. Remember how all those people died, how it was your fault. So many innocents, because one man couldn't stand to see you harmed. Remember why he's no good for you. Remember what you did to ensure he never, never found you again. She would never play as a bargaining chip again. Her life wasn't worth it. She should have died. Awake, she could suffer the nightmare in silence and avoid any more calls from concerned neighbors. After nearly a year, though, they hardly inquired. They were used to her nightmares, and adapted to them far better than she did. Their concern ebbed once they saw no easy resolution, once their own problems consumed their limited patience and understanding. People just didn't care as much in this sprawling city of sin. Eventually, the young woman methodically unwound stained sheets from her body and threw them aside. With heaved sigh, she rolled free of cheap double bed (no headboard) and onto her feet. Tattered stuffed duck came with her, it's once bright to felt faded to dingy yellow, and was cradled to her chest in most comforting of manners. In oversized t-shirt from her alma mater, she padded from her bedroom to the small adjoining bathroom. Iggy found his usual perch atop small counter, while she stripped free of shirt and panties to shower away the perspiration now uncomfortably dried to her body. It was still dark out, and she didn't even know the time. What she did know was that any more sleep tonight was little more than fancy; the woman was awake, for better or worse, and it was for the best that she start out her day. Under the rush of forceful shower head, she forced her body to shake away discomforts of sleep with mild stretches and vigorous rubbing. Only after she felt adequately limber and clean did water cease. With no company aside from lone stuffed duck, she toweled herself dry and returned to the bedroom for a fresh set of clothes. She hardly paid attention to her wardrobe these days. Jeans faded nearly to white, a pale green Polo shirt. Yellow scrunchie twisted still damp mahogany locks loose at the base of her neck, a hopeless mess she'd brush out once it dried. Cursory glance to the cell phone she lifted provided the time. 03:12. She still had another two hours until she had to leave for work. Sighing her own disappointment that there were another two hours to kill, the woman navigated small apartment to box-like living room. Nearly a year, and she managed to put nothing more in here than two dusty second-hand recliners. Some hideous Retro floral number in the corner housed a collection of ever more stuffed ducks to overflowing, where they pooled around spindle wooden legs. Another, faded pink and partially collapsed upon it's frame, was where she sat. Nothing too sacred, not if she had to run again. Seated, the woman dragged her laptop to - where else? - her lap, and powered it on. She'd read up on the usual news, and check into any suspicious deaths of certain notoriety. Men dealing in arms, or drugs, or stolen arts, methodically killed. It was pretty damned insightful. She guessed, as of two weeks ago, that Jesse was somewhere in Eastern Europe, a world away. So you're doing it, just like you said. Killing more. You heartless son-of-a-bitch. 3:35 A.M., Somewhere in Siberia. Somewhere along the frozen banks of the northern Yenisei river, a man stood staring off into the dead of night. At first glance, one might take him for perhaps lost army patrol, for he wore the arctic fillies suit of a soviet sniper recon, down to the whited out goggles that thing about his neck. Half lidded eyes of gold lay fixed upon the starless sky, vision broken by the careless, side swept bangs of his long, shaggy brown hair. A lit cigarette plumed thin waves of smoke into the sky, hanging from lips hidden behind an equally shaggy beard that rustled against the white leather of his gloves as he reached upwards and plucked the cancer stick from his mouth to ash it ineffectually into the river. Haling the thick smoke gather in lungs, he slowly turned backwards toward the treeline, and towards the pudgy, balding figure bound and bloodied, struggling on the cold forest floor." Yuri, Yuri, Yuri... Finding yeah was uh real fucking chore, Yann?" The balding man shouted against his cloth gag, indignation in his wide, blue eyes." Whuts that partner? Got sum thin ta SAE, do ya? Well now, that was just funny. He let out a chuckle as he ambled forward, taking a seat upon an old stump. Slight shift of weight swung his gun around, a high caliber sniper rifle, unslinging it from his shoulder and laying across his lap like in a manner that suggested extensive ease with a firearm its size. He bent over and down, pulling the cloth gag from the old man's lips, a move that proved to immediately be a mistake."YOU BACKING AMERICAN PIECE OV SHEET. I WILL CUT OUT YOUR BACKING HEART AND FEED IT TU MY DOGS, YOU BACKING ASSIGN!" The sound of a solid boot to the face breaking Fat Yuri's nose resounded through the forest. As his captor looked on with almost amiable nonchalance, Yuri screamed in agony, his shattered nose spurting crimson like a fountain, staining the snow with blood. Butt of cigarette found lips again for a deep drag, blowing the jet stream of smoke from his nose."Are you done? Y'all Russian folks rude as a summat-bitch. Reckon it's all the snow n' violent criminals walking yer streets. Y'all should really look into that.""Oh, FAA ACK. You broke my BACKING nose! Backing SWINE, Du you know who I am?!? Du you know whose going to come looking for me?! When They find you, You'll wish you were BACKING DEAD. Do you hear me?!?! DEAD, YOU BACKING WHORE-SON." There was a moment of silence as the captor looked on upon the cursing Russian, his face a frothing mess of blood and spittle, and hate. No, not hate. The indignation in his eyes had been replaced by something else. Something primal and real. Something that brought a slow, but wide smile to the American's lips. Fear. He lunged, climbing atop the Battered Yuri with swiftness that belied his slow mannerisms. There was a brief flash of metal, as he pulled a knife, covering fat Yuri's mouth with his gloved hand. He stared into the man's eyes, arm raised in a stabbing motion, semi-psychotic grin upon his lips. " 'Fried tub die Yuri? 'Fried tub feel the life drain from uh fucking corpse? 'Fried tub face what lies beyond?" Yuri was whimpering now, trembling beneath his grip, wide eyes, scream of terror muffled behind thick gloves. The American felt dampness hit his ankles and realized that the Fat Russian mobster was actually pissing himself. He laughed, his friendly southern drawl somehow hard and cold now, not so much dusty as ashen." Tha little girl ya made me shoot in thus face had more balls than you. The American didn't stop stabbing until blood and gore was sprawled in 360 degrees around the body, and his white Gillie suit was useless. He left the body there, a brutal slaying in the Siberian forest wasn't uncommon. Stripping down, he bundled the clothing and tied it to the sniper rifle, hurling the tools of his trade into the freezing waters. Naked as the day he was born he made his way back to the snowmobile and changed, unrushed and at peace, despite his brutality moments ago. When he was finished, he took the extra gas tank, doused the machine, and with the remnants of his cigarette, set it ablaze. A phone rang as the flames reflected in auger orbs. Yuri's phone, snagged from the pocket of his expensive suit. He looked at the area-code."Los Angeles. Been a long time. Might as well....." With that, Jesse Murder slipped on his black stetson, frayed with the labors of the years, and turned from the blaze he had begun, marching through the snow, toward the city... The internet kept her busy, at least. Aside from international news, she kept tabs on activities around her hometown. Seeing a picture of one of her older brothers, his arm around his eldest son, next to a prize-winning chicken in the local fair, brought unexpected tears to her eyes. It had been a fair few years since seeing anyone, but now she missed whiling away Sunday evenings talking to her mama, papa, and all her brothers in turn. Even nieces and nephews popped on, eager to share their latest achievements with Aunt Duckies. At 4:30, she set aside the laptop, to fetch a county issued safety vest and choke down corn flakes from a cheap plastic bowl. At 5:00, she climbed into the rickety old Honda Accord and puttered out of the proper city of Las Vegas to a desolate highway. She joined her partner, a stout woman thirty years her senior. From passenger seat, she gathered ugly orange mesh and fitted it over her shirt. Immediately, her arms pricked with cold. Was it this cold when she left? Sylvie shook her head upon spying her younger, foolish co-worker. "Again, girl? Where is your head in the mornings?" With added cluck of tongue, the matronly woman reached inside her own truck for an oversized sweatshirt, balling the fabric to toss at the woman's chest. Duckies caught it smoothly, setting it to the roof of her car while vest was yanked overhead. She quickly donned the sweatshirt, knowing full well it belonged to Sylvie's husband, then readjust loose safety vest to fit somewhat properly over it." Thanks," the younger muttered, slamming her door shut. Keys jingled as she walked short distance to Sylvie's truck, until she managed to shove them within an oversized pocket. Now unburdened, the pair unloaded their necessary equipment and began the tedious work of surveying. She hated this job. It was far too boring, allowed her mind to work on a dozen other things. Then again, what would have occupied her mind enough? Maybe rocket science, if she had been smart enough. Hell, if she'd been smart enough, she wouldn't be hiding in Vegas. Both boon and bane was Sylvie's talkative nature and innate curiosity. While Duckies had, by necessity, become wildly inventive with her life story, she appreciated the older woman's chatter. It distracted her from her own life." You're not listening," Sylvie accused in the midst of their measurements." I am," retorted Duckies, with the slightest drawl. "I just got nothin' to say." Sylvie rolled her eyes, arms crossed over impressive bosom. "Whatever you say, but you're quieter than usual. Rod giving you problems?" Duckie seized the opportunity gratefully, nodding perhaps a little too hastily. "He asked me to another show, got pretty mouthy when I turned him down. Guy doesn't know when to quit." Concern suffused Sylvie's features. "Don't pay him any mind, Janie. We all know what an ass he is." Duckie cringed and turned away, facing flat expanse of desert. She still did that when someone addressed her by her alias. Still, Janie Evans was far more common than her given name. Sylvie took the action as something else entirely and let the matter drop. She launched into a diatribe of her husband's antics after a little too much beer at their last bridge game, then puffed with pride as she circled through the subject of grandkids and prized terriers she raised. It was growing late in the afternoon when Duckies felt a familiar vibration at her hip. To the sounds of Sylvie scoffing, she dragged cell phone from her pocket and viewed the text now blazing on-screen. Suspected Russian Mobster found dead. Read the full story below. She felt an all too familiar sense of panic grip her chest and twist at her stomach. It was always like that - she'd receive a notification from the AP, something she had signed up for months ago, and react with dread at some overseas murder. Most times, it was a false alarm. It didn't concern her. Sometimes, though..." Bad news, funny?" Sylvie drew her from that dark place inside. Storm gray of eyes regarded her blank, blinking slow. It took a half minute for her to register the question. "Yeah," she replied flatly. "Can you hit the office alone? I have to." Sylvie awaited no proper reason, but waved her hand dismissively. "I'll pack up. Go on." Duckie offered a strained smile, then quickly turned and hurried to her car. She already hit the link on her phone, letting it load while she dug out keys and fumbled with the car door. The screen was still loading when she managed to crank the engine and peel out, towards the city and her cheap apartment just on the outskirts. Her need to know rivaled all else, though, and she screeched to a stop on the shoulder a few short miles away, once she was sure Sylvie could no longer see her. Throwing her car in park and snagging her phone, the young woman browsed initial article. Instead of expected relief, however, she felt her anxiety grow. No leads, no suspects, evidence of foul play including torture. Sounded like Jesse. Chilled despite overlarge sweater, Duckier scanned the article again. Okay, he was still in Eastern Europe. She felt some tension ease from her shoulders. The body was found fairly quickly. The suspected time of death was (here she had to think, allowing for time differences) yesterday afternoon, in her time. She could breathe again. She could console herself that there was still another man out there on the hit list before Jesse even dreamed of looking for her. If, indeed, he planned to look at all. She'd moved, changed her name, and cut off contact with everyone she once knew. Even if he planned to look, he'd have one hell of a time trying to find her. Partially consoled, Duckies threw her car back into gear and headed back towards the bland comforts of her shell of a home. Was he? Jesse hated changing his appearance. It was always the same thing, shave, cut his hair, dye it a different color. This time a little movie makeup and the bankcard of one deceased Russian mobster let him play the cover he required. You had to love international banks, a card, a little threatening, and you got your way easy as pie. Never as concerned with their client's funds as the PR nightmare of open violence within their sanctimonious doors, The American had easily drained all the blood money he would need for his little stunt. Now he actually seemed liked he belonged in first class, in an expensive suit, glass of scotch in hand, utterly relaxed and quite possibly asleep. His dyed reddish-brown hair, graying at the temples coupled with fake lenses and applied wrinkles had aged his youthful visage into that of an another forgettable suit hardly recognizable. Gloves of leather gripped glass with left, and armrest with right, the only mundane sign that he might not of been as unconscious as first perceived. The pilot's voice sounded their descent, the southwest thick on his tongue. A local. Jesse opened his eyes, turning to stare their ever-Gold orbs out of his window. Below, the city drifted up miles of bright streets and twinkling lights, far as he could see. Vegas, Sin City. A wry grin twitched at the corner of his mouth as a memory, only half clear, bubbled up from the decades stored. Oh yes, he had spent plenty of time here throughout the ages, and even with all its glitz and glamour, he had always believed Las Vegas to be the volcanic pimple on the face of America. It might not look so bad, but scratch beneath the surface and there was a load of pure flowing waste just waiting to infect everything else. And even with this Realization, Jesse loved it. For in a place where the outrageous was applauded, and life was fast and wild, Jesse moved amongst the masses, a folklore, a facilitator of a good night never to be remembered, carving a bacchanal warpath you would never believe even if you were part of it. Even now, he moved amongst the unsuspecting good people of LAS international, checking his single briefcase. Scanners would show some clothes, random travel items, nothing too crazy it would seem. Straight forward toward the first donuts shoppe for one of those delicious treats, and then he was out into the world. Now on the Vegas strip the Cowboy Christ took in a deep breath of fresh air, then brought his phone to his ear. Between bites of a donut he dialed a number from memory and called, waiting to hear the click of a greeting before speaking." Reckon I'm back in town. And I'll be needing a little favor..." From the other end of the line a voice answered him, chuckling with unnaturally deep voice at perhaps nothing at all." Well, if it ain't the muthafuckin American... Usual spot. Oh, and don't be late, you know I like my coffee hot." Home again, Duckies did her best to move away from all thoughts concerning Jesse James Murder. Unfortunately, leaving work early meant she had more time to kill than usual. Another two hours before her night class at the local community college. The thought wrought a wry laugh, echoing dimly through mostly empty apartment. Four years of school, and another two on a damn good career, shot down the drain. Now she was studying to be nurse, of all things! Maybe her mama would have been proud. Such a damn shame she couldn't talk to her mama. Couldn't tell her she gave up that "ridiculous job, unfit for a lady" to do something virtuous. But thinking about her mama was far more painful than thinking about Jesse, so she was determined to forget about that, too. Supplies were deposited on kitchen countertops before Duckies retreated to the worn comforts of half collapsed chair, curling within the niche that had formed this past year in her ownership. Laptop settled out of habit, powered on so that she could check her email. Personal messages were few, but she enjoyed browsing certain notices and news circles. She blinked in surprise, recognizing the address from tonight's professor amongst commercial names. Mouse hovered over the subject, displaying rather succinct message:Class tonight canceled. Review this chapter and begin on next, answer review questions. Quiz next week. Breath escaped her in a rush. With the way her thoughts were running tonight, the last thing she wanted was to stay at home. Alone. Nothing to distract her but painful memories. In a rush, the young woman set her laptop aside and snatched up her cell phone, dialing the number to work from heart. Lips formed soundless prayer of "please be there, please be there" as it rung once, twice, thrice. Half-way through fourth ring someone picked up, gruff voice speaking only a name." Vinuez." She faltered, cursing the luck. Of course, Rod would have to pick up the phone. His heavy breathing was damn near offensive to her ears. "Oh, uh, Rod. Is Sylvie back yet?"" Janie." His voice warmed, not with any inflection of fondness. Irritation, maybe, or anger. Duckies cringed away from her phone, catching only half of what Rod was saying. ".thought you were teamed today. Why aren't you checking in with her?"" I had an emergency," she replied wooden, features grim. "Sylvie cleaned up solo. I thought she'd be back by now. I wanted to talk to her."" She's not here," he veritably growled. Duckie sighed audibly into the phone, remaining quiet a long moment. She could feel her frustration mounting dangerously, and this fucker was about to be on the receiving end of every bit of her ire. With forced calm, she replied, "Did you have any reason for me to come in, Rod? My class was canceled tonight, so if I'm needed at the office, I'll come in, right now." Funny, though, that just as she geared up for a fight, Rod seemed to back down. "No, it's fine. Listen, Janie, me and some friends are heading down to the Strip tonight. Why don't you join us? Since your class is canceled, and all." On heels of invitation followed a silence so deep, so long, that Rod finally had to ask, "Janie?" Duckies didn't bother to answer, instead dwelling on her options. As much as the Strip unsettled her, maybe the profusion of colors and sounds would provide enough distraction from her mounting worries. And if Rod had friends tagging along, maybe he wouldn't be so unbearable. She nodded, then remembered he couldn't exactly hear the marbles rattling - as her dad used to say. "Um, sure. I'll go. What time?" I can pick you up in an hour." Newfound enthusiasm colored his rough voice." I'll meet you there, Rod."" Okay, I'll text you where to meet up." Without a goodbye, Duckies hung up the phone. She stared vacantly at her little collection of stuffed ducks across the room. "Guess I need to get ready," she finally relented, picking herself up out of the chair. It was time for a night on the town. "Here is your room key. You were so late, we almost thought you were no longer coming! Anywho, enjoy your stay Mr. Makovich!" The receptionist at the Nomad Hotel was a cute one. Cute enough to actually consider fucking, as it were, with hair of deep red and eyes of hazel, probably enhanced by contacts. Jesse made sure that his gloved fingers brushed against the slender digits of the girl. Their eyes met, and Jesse smiled, confident and easy. His eyes creased with the lift of cheeks, and for the moment he looked at her, he let all other distractions fade. His smile widened just enough to be noticed when she blushed, as he slipped the key card into interior pocket of his blazer, and he chuckled inwardly when she broke their eye contact. "I apologize, I was visiting some a comrade in the area and let the time get away from me. Of course, your patience is much appreciated, day? Thank you, my little lastochka. I know you will make my stay as comfortable as passable..." The Russian accent was thick, of course, for appearances now was everything. Another cool smile graced his lips before he turned away toward the elevators. He could feel her glances watch his retreating figure and mused quietly to himself upon the predictability of young girls. Hardly another word was said until he reached his room, slipping the key card through the high-tech lock as he checked his wristwatch. There was a click and a beep as the mechanism released, allowing him entrance. He sauntered in, making strides for the bedroom beyond the short hall. With a casual shrug of his arm he tossed his suitcase onto the bed, stepping around neatly made corner to head to the bathroom beyond. His ill-gotten funds had allowed him rather expensive lodgings, with a clear view of the strip below, but the delights of his temporary apartment went ignored. Truth be told, He could have cared less for the flashy suit, and the dazzling view. Had it been his choice, he would have put up in the first rink a dink roadhouse he encountered. Only high roller guest would be expected to flaunt their wealth, thus creating his current dilemma. With a grumble he resigned himself to the lavatory, where he began the long, arduous process of stripping away his disguise. Relying his hair, removing the adherent silicone and cosmetics that gave his face an aged appearance, allowing his true youthful vigor to show through. As he dried his hair clean, golden orbs once again shifted to his wristwatch, nothing the hour. Almost time. He stepped from the bath, moving more briskly than usual toward his suitcase. With a flick of his thumb, he opened the case, revealing a change of clothes, a new jest black, straw stetson, and a cleverly concealed Walther P99. He quickly dressed himself, rolling the sleeves up on his western style rodeo shirt, as he ambled toward the window, gun already safely tucked away behind his back. Standing before the window he turned in the general direction of LAX airport, the main travel hub of the city of Sin and his point of entry. He glanced at his watch, and at the countdown quickly running down to zero. There was a single beep. The headlines would later call it a terrorist attack. And empty Jet had exploded, causing a massive fire that soon consumed the vessels beside it. A total of 6 jets were lost and fires raged across the airport. It would be evacuated, and all air traffic in the Los Angeles shut down. But that would be in the hours, the days, the weeks to come. For now, Jesse Murder looked out his window at the plume of smoke rising from LAX, and waited a moment for a second boom. Slipping on a pair of black gloves, he slapped his stetson nonchalantly against his lap. People would die, most likely. His target would be alerted to his coming, but that was inevitable. And if Interpol hadn't already picked up his trail from his gratuitous use of the deceased Yuri Makovich's bank card, they would certainly not miss THIS. But all that paled in comparison to one thing... Not threats, nor any amount of money or charm now facilitate his quarry's escape. He was trapped. Forgive me Duckies, because I ain't one tub seek it myself. With That, Jesse Murder turned from his act of terrorism, and back to his suitcase. He pressed a single button on a hidden keypad, put the case beneath his bed, and left the room, making sure to lock it on his way out. The night was young, and the Cowboy was just getting started. Duckies felt as if she was stepping into someone else's life. Well over a year had passed since she prepared to meet friends for a night out on the town. This time, she wasn't even meeting friends. She was meeting Rod, for God's sakes. Okay, maybe he was a tool, but he was kind of cute, and he'd have friends with him. Maybe one of them would make decent company. Hell, at this point she would settle for a guy that didn't expect her to go pantless in five inches of spandex. Sighing, Duckies roused herself to take a shower and scope out her closet for an appropriate outfit. The last year had been more jeans, Polo's, and flannels than anything - but there were enough remnants of her old life that she could probably find something decent. Plus, if she was heading to the Strip with Rod anywhere in proximity, she was definitely carrying, which would have a profound effect on her wardrobe. Carrying concealed, and dressing feminine was most assuredly a hidden art.No spandex sullied her closet, but she managed to find a faux leather skirt that was short enough to be playful. Maybe an inch spared it from being a total wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. She felt adventurous enough to wear a push-up bra and plump up her modest b cups, ensuring a sight of cleavage. Pale gold blouse was a ruffled v-neck, inch-wide straps showcasing her desert tan. The blouse was loose enough for her to wear a belly band and tuck away a .38. She modeled the ensemble in front of the dirtied square of mirror in her bathroom, then dried her hair and added a few curls to frame narrow cheeks. A bit of mousse for volume, and a spray to ensure the curls held. All those lights, she thought glumly, adding concealer in globs and then smoothing it out. A nice chocolate gloss complimented the gold of her blouse, along with a light application of woody green eyeshadow and mascara. Not bad. Of course, she used to do this regularly; dress nice, wear makeup and heels, skulk around Corporate America. Shaking away those thoughts, Duckies rooted around in her closet for a pair of heels. She knew exactly what she wanted. They went with the blouse. Correct box was tugged free from a pile, lid raised to flash the four-inch heels, scrappy and golden and dotted in rhinestones. She took them out, put them on, and damn near felt like singing. This wasn't boring Janie with a boring job and no life. This was Duckies! Busy, in charge, vivacious and popular and happy! For one night, it didn't seem so bad. Moment was spared to survey the effect of tangerine polish on her toes. It was soft enough not to clash with the shoes. Good thing she had time enough to keep her feet looking nice, at least. Humming, she moved to gather essentials of gloss, small brush, cell phone, car keys, and wallet, transferring the lot to a cute little black bag. The total effect? Wow._________________Darkness was a promise anticipated by the glow of a million lights by the time she parked. A glance to her phone showed a single message from Rod. We're waiting at the Cosmopolitan. Duckie sent a quick reply foot, then scrambled out of her rusted Accord. She caught a shuttle down the strip to the newest of their many hotels, and was soon swept by gathering crowds with ruddy cheeks, ready to catch the first string of shows. Nearing the Cosmopolitan, she immediately pinpointed Rod from amongst the littered throngs. He was actually a pretty good sight; nearly six feet tall with dark hair just long enough to curl at the nape of his neck, with eyes just shy of black, deep and penetrating. He was Latino - Puerto Rican, specifically - with a body most women considered drool-worthy. Very lean, very muscled, and on prime display in a conforming tee tucked into belted black slacks. He was a dark-wet dream. And currently, he was bent far too close to a blonde with her hair teased way too high. She felt like laughing. Leave it to Rod to remind her in less than a minute just why she avoided going out with him. Most girls might have been offended to find their date with two fingers dipped in another woman's cleavage. Duckies just gave into temptation and laughed as she strolled over." Hey, Rod. I figured I'd let you know I was here. Let me know when you're done fishing, okay?" Even from behind, she could see the color creeping up his neck. He murmured something far too low for his "companion" to hear, then spun around with a good ol' boy smile firmly in place. "Janie. Wow! I hardly recognized you! You look terrific. This is Dana, she's with the group tonight. Dana, my coworker, Janie." Dana muttered a greeting, apparently embarrassed that she'd been caught. Duckies offered a firm handshake and a wink. "No hard feelings, hon. I don't have a claim on Rod. I just work with him."" Cold, Janie.""' Scuse us," she said to Dana, all dimpled smiles, before snagging Rod by the arm of his shirt and dragging him a few feet away. "Don't go pouting again, Rod. I'm glad I caught you playing cookie jar, because I wasn't planning to put out and this gives me a valid reason, alright? I just wanted to get out and have fun." If Rod was listening, she couldn't tell. His eyes were firmly glued to the mounds of flesh visible between ruffled neck of her blouse. "I still feel like playing cookie jar, though." Ugh. She delivered a firm shove that backed him up a few paces. "Not going to happen. Now buy me a drink and introduce me to your friends. And please tell me there's at least one guy who doesn't name his thingy." Rod blinked slowly, then chuckled. "Babe, every guy names his thingy." When he moved to put an arm around her, Duckies didn't shy away. She hoped Rod understood this arrangement, and if he didn't, well, she had a gun. Besides, it was a nice gesture, warm and comforting. Jesse used to do it, down to rubbing his fingers along the bare curve of her shoulder. They returned to Dana, still looking faintly worried. "Everything okay?"" Janie won't put out."" Rod names his thingy." Dana's perplexed expression only made them laugh, and Rod reached out to situate the woman under his other arm. Hmm, maybe he was an equal opportunity tool. The trio moved under Rod's guidance to the doors of the hotel, where the rest of his pals waited at one of the bars. They never made it to the doors. A distant "Woolf" froze Duckies on the spot. It was sufficiently loud enough to draw most people's attention, but she was one of the few who scanned the horizon with a sickening sense of dread rolling in her stomach." What was that?"" Did something happen?" There was just enough light to see a distinct cloud balloon outward. "Oh, God. LAX," whispered Duckies." It's LAX! Someone bombed the airport!" Shouts ripped through the air, and the crowd seemed to gasp as one when another explosion claimed the skies. Mayhem followed. People raced towards open doors of hotels and casinos, screaming about terrorists, while others ran towards the few available taxis, shuttles, and buses. Duckies remained rooted under Rod's arm for maybe half a minute before tearing away. "Janie, hey.!" He caught up with her when she ripped the heels from her feet, breaking the four-inch spikes by slamming them against a street post. "Hey, what's going on? Why are you running?"" Someone just bombed the fucking airport! I'm running for the same reason everyone else is - any one of these buildings can go next!" It was a lie, maybe, but it made sense to Rod. He only thought about it a second before nodding. Time enough for Duckies to put on her now ruined heels. "I need to make sure my friends are okay. Wait here, and I'll help you get to your car." She didn't even have time to decline before Rod was running inside, dragging Dana by an arm. She watched his retreat a moment, surprised by the show of chivalry, then shook her head and started in a jog down the street to her car. Screams and sirens were the backdrop. Security from dozens of buildings seemed to be coordinating an effort to calm tourists and lead them back into the casinos. It was probably in the employee manuals. "In case of terrorist bombings, make sure people spend more money." Might have been amusing if she was a few hundred miles away from here. She raced just as her mind did, wondering if this was the random work of terrorists or something more. As if she hadn't thought it through a million times before. Jesse worked with mobsters, drug lords, shady political figures - and all of those people loved Vegas. He worked big, too. Blowing up LAX to halt flights, killing a few dozen people in the process, seemed right up his alley. She just couldn't know for sure. Her side ached, and her breaths were painful gasps by the time she reached her car. One hand was braced to the door, keeping her upright while the other dug through her purse to locate both keys and phone. Duckies continued to multitask, unlocking the door while she dialed a number on her phone. It was already at her ear and ringing when she pealed out of the parking lot." O'Mahoney," grunted an obviously irritated male voice."FUCKING LAX WAS BOMBED!" There was a beat of silence, and then: "Ms. Du card?"" Tell me it isn't him, Sean, just fucking tell me I'm still fucking safe."" I'll have to call you back. We're still running initial reports." O'Mahoney disconnected, and Duckies cursed a bit more, tossing her cell phone on the passenger seat. Panic had a taste, for those accustomed to its presence. It permeated the air of the strip now, with droves of people trying to flee, and others trying to keep them calm. A small police presence was noted, but most of the local blue boys had gone with the fire engines and E.M.T.s toward the raging inferno that was now LAX, leaving only the brave few and half-assed employees to try to maintain calm. By now the media had gotten wind of the events and news trucks could be seen speeding toward the scene in the pointless rat race to be first by a few seconds. They all wanted to say the words before anybody else, to be at the head of the charge when they recorded the horror for history, unaware that to the villain of their tale, the night was still young, and their lives cheap. Through the startled herd walked the reaper with his sickle. Cold, golden eyes stared through them with neither good nor ill will, for they merited neither, fleeting things as they were. Callous as he was, he had one been like them, and so in the deep recesses of his mind, did a thought bubble forth; did such thinking make his spree of murder more, or less evil? Was it truly murder to slaughter a few lambs to lure the wolves? He could hardly say, even as tearful mothers dragged wide-eyed children through the streets before his very eyes. He smiled as the youngster met his gaze, and to his amusement the little one smiled back, perhaps only out of habit, or perhaps thinking that this mad rush of adults everywhere was some sort of game, Jesse would never know. Furthermore, he had date to keep. Perhaps it was the change in the air, from the tingle and buzz of a thousand souls in uncertain dread, to the almost forceful, hypnotic pull of temptation that alerted the Cowboy that he had, in fact, arrived at his destination. Or perhaps it was the fact Jesse knew this specific location like the back of his hand. In an out of the way underground dive called the Sinner's Den, the nightlife of Las Vegas went on undisturbed. From the outside it didn't look like much more than a large brute of a man, sitting on a crate, next to some downward leading stair. Jesse paused for a moment, regarding the ogreish sentry from beneath brim of black stetson. Silence. Then with slow ease befitting his lazy Texan farmhand character he so often portrayed, he flipped open the front pocket of his shirt and removed a pack of Marlboro's. With a flick of his thumb, he took one for himself, afterward angling a single cigarette toward the thuggish bouncer. There was a pause and a incredulous look, before offered cancer stick was taken betwixt thick lips and lit. The Guard nodded, satisfied. Without a single word spoke, Jesse tipped his hat, and headed down the stairs into the enveloping dark. Beneath the city streets, the glaring lights of the strip would slowly fade away until less trained eyes would be all but blind. Jesse assumed this was for effect. The descent ended in a long hallway, Practically rattling with the thump of bass. Some shitty techno-pop dribble that the mindless throng of 20-somethings these days called music. A deep red light permeated everything, making the chamber look awash with blood. How very fuckin' fitting. The thought passed within the blink of an eye, but the smile it gave him lingered all the way to the true entrance. Thick steel double doors guarded by more gorillas in suits, but this time he didn't even hesitate. The security parted like the Red Sea, and one of them murmured a location within. He was expected. Through the writhing masses he walked, the rush of body heat the scent of pleasure filling his nose. He laughed, out of the pure enjoyment of the atmosphere he now found himself in. his host sure knew the best places to meet. It wasn't long before the contact found him, a lone rancher type in a club filled with raving tourists." Jesse Murder!" The cowboy swiveled his golden gaze to view his patron. A dark figure stood before him, Dressed in a well tailored suit of ebony and pinstripes. He held his hands aloft and out as if to embrace the southerner from his balcony. Tall and handsome, possessed of all the primal, exotic beauty of the Nubian race, and his charismatic aura could be felt even from Jesse's position. His voice was seduction, his being, power, and his presence there, a dark promise of riches, and of death. Jesse almost laughed." Howdy. Damien." Funny how bright the strip was, even in the face of terror. Even miles away, it lit up the horizon, a perpetual false dawn in the distance. Duckies's attention kept straying to those lights. She wondered if Jesse was there somewhere. Her mind hoped it wasn't true. Her heart wished the opposite. Each time she felt that anticipatory lurch in her stomach, she grimaced and redoubled her efforts to watch the road. For a few minutes at a time, she was successful. She turned the corner to her own quiet street when her phone gave a chirrup. It rang shrilly in succession, a handful of tones before she hit talk and angled the phone to her ear." Janie," she said, by way of greeting." O'Mahoney," the caller answered. "I'm coming over with some men. We have to talk in private." Duckie felt her heart practically seize. Coming over was bad news, right? Blinking against the sudden prick of tears in her eyes, she tried to concentrate on the simple task of turning into her complex and navigating to an available parking spot. Only when the engine fall silent did she finally answer: "I just got home. I'll be here."" Sit tight," he warned, then disconnected. She listened to the few seconds of empty air before her phone went silent. Gaze was locked onto the poorly stuccoed siding of her building without truly seeing. Oh no, encapsulated in the false security of a closed car, Duckies saw much more. Jesse was only miles away, wasn't he? Closer than he'd been in a long time. Thoughts and memories were too close to the surface, flashing through mind's eye with an intensity that almost made her blush. With a disgusted grunt, Duckies dispelled those thoughts. Determination dictated her motions: Place phone in purse, palm the keys, get out of the car. One step at a time she forged on, letting herself into the tiny, run down apartment. She put on a pot of coffee for the expected guests. She caved to paranoia and searched the rooms for any sign of intrusion. Furthermore, she returned to her living room and practically fell on dilapidated chair. Her gun rested on one arm, next to her phone. She sat in broken heels, dressed for a night of fun, and resolutely told herself she'd keep vigil until O'Mahoney arrived. She sucked at vigils. Minutes passed, or possibly hours, before knock at the door roused her from slumber. She blinked wearily, casting a confused look around darkened room while the door rattled on its hinges, pounded from without with increasing urgency." I'm here, I'm here," she finally shouted, voice raspy with sleep. Somehow, the woman had curled herself up into a tight little ball, head nestled to the back of the chair. Her neck was sore, and one side of her hair felt little better than straw. With a groan, she unwound and poured herself out of the chair, stumbling to her feet. Deadbolt and lock were turned, door opened enough to reveal a gloomy, if familiar face. "One sec," she prompted, then closing the door to release the chain. She barely opened it again before overly large man waltzed in." Great timing. Some psycho makes LAX his own personal barbecue, and you decide to give me a coronary by pulling a disappearing act." Duckie rolled her eyes heavenward. "I fell asleep. Hey to you, too, Sean." The dark-haired bull of a man waved one impressively big hand impatiently. "My men will be here soon, and they've got some work to do. So let's talk." He'd only been to her apartment once, but apparently remembered it well enough to go straight to her bedroom. Or it was just that small, and the single door visible was clued enough. She paused long enough to finally jerk off her ruined heels and chuck them in the nearest bin, then followed Sean's broad backside into the narrow bedroom. He continued to stand and look intimidating. Duckies paid it no mind and perched at the foot of her bed, hands clasped nervously in her lap. "Where do we start?"" Yuri Makovich," O'Mahoney answered, face grim with foreboding." The dead Russian?" Fear tied knots in her stomach. Betrayal weighed on her very soul. She settled for looking politely puzzled. Sean let out a bark of laughter and sank heavily at the other end of her bed. "He gets around well for a dead man. Flew first class and landed in LAX just a few hours ago, then checked into the Nomad." Okay, so fear was definitely winning. Duckies's eyes fell to her hands, squeezed so tightly that knuckles were pale and bloodless. She said nothing, and Sean only spared a cursory glance before continuing." The Russian government is being about as helpful as the overseas banks in identifying our man, but the receptionist who checked him in remembers him well. His description doesn't fit at all. Apparently, our guy was 'confident, charming, and looked damn good for an older man', and not some fat Soviet bastard." He paused, watching as the woman cringed. "His room had very little in the way of personal effects, but we found enough to suspect he was in disguise. We're checking for prints now. Doubt he'll return, though." From there, silence reigned. Sean stared resolutely at Duckies, who stared just as hard at her clasped hands. Her mind was racing with implications, and none of them were good. She felt a familiar tightness in her chest, as if her very lungs were shrivelling. Panic. Because if he was here, reallyhere, at right that moment, then he wasn't here for her. More crushing than her vague disappointment was plain terror." You told me that if he came, it wouldn't be until he killed a certain number of people. By your count, we're one shy," Sean hedged. "Either you're wrong or. . ."" Or that person is here," Duckies barely whispered. In a private corner of an underground club, two centuries old myths shared a drink. How opposite their visages? One sat idly, the very poster boy for the modern cowboy, tall, lanky, built skinny and lean, with long, dark brown hair crowing his head, neatly trimmed, yet undaunted beard covering his face. He looked at his host with golden eyes, filled with lazy apathy, though one could easily say that was simply his resting face. The other being been almost the complete opposite. Tall at well, his skin was the color of milk chocolate and a build that could only be described as Adonis-like. His green-yellow eyes were filled with mischief and confidence, like some cruel prince, even as he beheld his much invited guest. It would be this figure of dark power that broke the silence." So, Mr. Murder. I see you've been up to your old tricks." Jesse chuckled out of the side of his mouth, exhaling smoke. "Keeping yer ear to thus ground, a big D?" He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke upwards toward the ceiling. Damien leaned forward, shining orbs locked onto Jesse's form." Airports don't blow up on their own cowboy... what the fuck was the big Idea, flush the guy you're after out like a rabbit? Do you know what this country is like after 9/11? You just grounded every plane for maybe weeks, but not the goddamn Roads Jess. You're targets long gone." Jesse took another drag of his cigarette as Damien said his spiel. Of course, he had a point, Damien almost always did, but he also had this way of thinking, of doing things. Jesse could never disregard the killing ability of the man before him, but Damien had always been the swift, silent type, only getting truly gory when the job called for it. Jesse had a... different approach. "His lieutenants r' dead. His conspirators... dead. He's the last o' thus Mohicans, and he knows I'm comin'... So what does uh man do when he knows that death is comin' fer 'I'm?" The light of realization shone in Damien's eyes for a moment. "He buckles down." Jesse smiled his easy going smile. "Exactly... He buckles the fuck down, locks himself up all right n' tight, and waits fer sum sorta surprise attack. He ain't going to run, nowt now. Furthermore, he knows Ah'll hunt him tub hell n' back, N' if fen he runs, he'll ne'er command respect like he does now... he'll die alone in sum shallow ditch somewhere's... Nah, much better tub make a stand..." Now Jesse took another drag of his cancer stick and put it out on the sole of his gator-skin boots, exhaling though his nose like some sort of Texan dragon. "What being said. Ah, still ain't sure exactly where he at...and Ah'll need some help finding him..." With that He met Damien's eyes, and the killer was quick to lean back, throwing up his hands with a wry grin. "Not this time Jess. I got my finger in too many pots here, you might already be cutting a few off if yer right about this guy. Ah,'ll give ya a place to say, and all the toys ya need to get that sick fuck, but I can't give ya any info. Not without making business very bad fer me, and I fucking LOVE business." HE smiled again, devious and incorrigible, before sipping his screwdriver. And that was That. Jesse stood, nodding his head in silent agreement. Damien reached into his pocket and threw him a disposable wallet. In it was cash, several fake IDs, a room key and address, likely all under a false name. Jesse grinned. Damien was a bastard, and quite possibly, completely evil, but he was an evil Jesse knew, a valuable resource and perhaps the closets' thing to a friend a person in his line of work could have. There were usually no words after their business was conducted, so Jesse tensed with surprise when Damien called to him. What he said Next, almost brought the Cowboy to his knees." Careful this time Davey Crockett... you send enough bullets flying. And she might catch one..." Jesse left without another word. There was no question in his mind the Damien was referring to, not what his statement truly meant. Duckie was here in Vegas. He had stranded her in his own personal war zone once more... "You told me that if he came, it wouldn't be until he killed a certain number of people. By your count, we're one shy," Sean hedged. "Either you're wrong or. . ."" Or that person is here," Duckies barely whispered. "And that's either one hell of a coincidence, or they're looking for you."" My God, they found out what Jesse's been doing. They want to kill me!" Her voice rose with each word, until it was octaves higher; a piercing shrill. She jumped suddenly upon hearing her front door slam, hands flattened to her chest." Just my guys, relax," Sean soothed. Rise of male voices, utterly at ease and barely muffled by closed bedroom door, seemed to support his claim." No one's going to kill you, alright? Just listen." The mountain of a man moved, easing into Duckies's line of vision. She sucked in a long breath and held it, not quite remembering what came next." We could move you, but that just postpones the inevitable. Vegas has more resources; all the major agencies have offices here. We're already prepared, we know they're here. Every uniform in the area has Jesse's picture. Chances are the guy he's after is also wanted. They're both wanted for questioning in the bombings, which means everyone and their mother will be looking for them. You're turning purple." Quick slap of palm to her backside forced Duckies to breathe again -- great, gasping breaths that shook her shoulders and were perilously close to sobs. Sean frowned, his forehead creased with concern." I don't like to say it, Dahlia, but you're our best chance of ending it soon. If either of them are after you, it might be our only chance of catching them. We're placing your apartment under surveillance and bugging you. Someone's rigging your cell phone now, so keep it on you at all times. You'll have a two-man team close by in case one of them does show up. We want to apprehend them right away."" W-wait.! Don't I have a choice in this?" This was too fast! Someone wanted to kill her, and these guys wanted to give him a shot! O'Mahoney let out an exasperated sigh. "You really don't. You turn this down, and I'll have to let two very dangerous men have easy access to you. This way, you have a chance." He leaned forward, placing one large hand on Duckies's shoulder. "To tell you the truth, I'm hoping its Jesse that finds you. Whoever he's after will just put a bullet through your head, and they can do that from a distance."" Are you trying to console me?" Duckies couldn't help it. She laughed. She laughed with that dangerous edge of hysteria that made it impossible to stop. The world melted into streamers of color and her chest grew tight with laughter. She was only vaguely aware of moving, but she swore her legs were quite stationary."AHAHAHAHAHA---OH SHIT!" Exclamation was born of shock when her back collided with dirty, soak streaked tile hard enough to bruise. Her screams redoubled when a spray of cold water blasted over her." I'm calm! I'm fucking calm!" Duckies shrieked the words, lunged forward and clawed at the knobs of her shower until the water stopped beating her. Hair half tamed and half mussed was now uniformly wet. She glared through curtain of dark strands to Sean, who merely grunted and passed her a towel." Just go about your business, okay? Do the schooling, do the work, and come home. We'll handle the rest," Sean informed her. He tipped an imaginary hat as he walked towards the bathroom door. "We'll show ourselves out. Keep safe." Duckie was left kneeling in her shower, towel hugged to her chest. She listened to the men exchange a few words and eventually leave. The door clicked shut behind them. Her phone rang. She ignored it. Towel still embraced, Duckies clambered from the tub. Her wet clothes weighed heavily. Every footstep left a puddle on the floor. She ignored that, too. All she could think to do was crawl in bed and fall fast asleep. This had only gone from bad to worse. Moments ago, Jesse had become privy to a secret, both necessary and damning. The last time he had seen Duckies Du card she was laying in a hospital bed, wounded by his own bullet, one he put in her to protect her from the greater genocide he was committing. Promising that he would kill those that had manipulated him into his atrocities, he had left, his violent crusade scouring the globe for the shadowy figures that had backed him into a corner, put a gun in his hand, and ordered him to kill children, wives, old men. He was not blameless in the act, the trigger does not squeeze itself and the man had decided long ago to survive at all costs. Yet putting hot iron to Duckies, even with a rubber bullet, was cause enough to exact his vengeance. The Blood cost of his desires were steep for both parties it seemed, a common occurrence when dealing with a man of Jesse's particular... talents. Talents that had brought the bustling city of Las Vegas to a halt, and sent every government agency in 100 miles on a manhunt. And yet, therein lied the problem. He had shaken the bees nest, and now not only was he being hunted by the authorities, but it was likely Duckies, wherever she was in the city, would also figure out he was here. Damien had given him a name but no other information, as far as the Nubian was considered, even having that shred of intel was more Thant enough to honor their friendship and the deal they had. He could not begrudge her unwillingness to expose herself, but not knowing she was safe in his war zone tied his hands. And so h walked on, ambling carelessly along the streets, hiding in plain sight within the throng. Not for the first time, he found himself annoyed with the frenzied masses, though nothing but cool self-assured apathy registered on his bearded, handsome features. He had a sudden urge to escape the stinking throng, noticing at the same time the unusually higher concentration of people in the area. Making his way through the crowd he came upon the reason. A bit up ahead the police had set up some sort of blockade, and with sudden realization, the cowboy realized he had been making his way back to the hotel. Police kept the crowd at bay, and Jesse saw several Bomb squad trucks parked near the hotel. Apparently they had found his rigged suitcase and were worried he might have hidden more. Police cars littered the area, but a certain one, farther back than the others caught his attention. The officer was obviously not taking the threat too seriously, or perhaps he was simply bored, who knew how long he had been there. Jesse watched with mild amusement as the fellow passed time by playing solitaire on the on-board laptop every car was equipped with these days. It truly amazed him how far technology had come from his time. The ability to get information on the fly about nearly anyone as long as you had a... Literally shoving people to the floor as he stomped through the crowd, Jesse made for the barricade. As he neared the edge an officer held up his hand, a stern annoyed look on his face, perfectly crafted to scaring off hapless troublemakers. Never did he expect Jesse would take a flying leap at him, hitting him square in the chest with a double leg dropkick that sent the officer packing. Rolling to his feet, he saw the cop closest begin to draw him weapon. Jesse reacted immediately, years of advanced CQC techniques leading his form in automatic muscle memory. There was no flair, but the technique had an effective beauty all its own, rendering the officer weaponless in one deft move, and in a strangle hold the next, Jesse's own pistol pressed to his head. Using The officer as a body shield, Jesse moved it, whipping around, a wild look of desperation in his eye. Eventually he would be surrounded by officers, weapons drawn. Caught off guard by one brave canine, whose speed seemingly defied the bullets the Cowboy fired at him, Jesse would find himself floored and in cuffs. In moments, he was in the back of a police care, headed to the station for processing. Exactly as planned. When Duckies finally woke up, she felt like shit. The burning in her eyes told her that she was far away from the necessary eight-hour mark. Her body was chilled despite the Vegas heat; probably owed to the fact that she had passed out in wet clothes, with nothing to cover her, mere feet away from busily humming window unit. For a moment she suffered the disorientation of the newly awakened. One leaden hand lifted to rub the crust from he eyes, and possibly soothe some of the irritation. She blinked groggily towards the ceiling for a few long moments, wondering what had prompted her to wake. Chirrup from her cell phone clued her in - she'd missed a call. Probably more than one. Vaguely, she recalled why people would be calling her in the dead of night. There was a bombing. People were after her. They wanted to kill her, or save her, or -- in the case of one Jesse Murder -- possibly just wanted to drive her insane. She rolled over in a daze, forcing her limbs to cooperate. Grab the phone. Tap the screen. View the missed calls. Nearly one in the morning. Had only a few short hours passed? In that time, Rod had called an impressive 12 times. Sylvie smashed his record with 46 missed calls. Frowning, Duckies tapped on Sylvie's number and dragged the phone to her ear."WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY DISAPPEARING LIKE THAT!" Not even the courtesy of a ring before Sylvie began screaming in her ear. Duckies entertained the image of a vulture diving to peck at the phone once it showed any signs of life. For now, she held her own phone a safe distance away while Sylvie railed on." Rod has been worried sick! Why in the WORLD would you run off in the middle of a date -- in the middle of a TERRORIST ATTACK! -- and not even CALL him to tell him you're safe! You are safe, aren't you?"" Yes," Duckies hurriedly replied. "I'm sorry, Sylvie. I was just drained. I went right to my car, drove home, and fell asleep. Furthermore, I'm going to call right now, okay?"" Do that. And then call me back and give me every detail of this little date you agreed to," Sylvie said darkly." It was kinda short," Duckies admitted. "I'll tell you all about it." With that, she disconnected and rolled over to a more comfortable position in bed. Another tap to small screen dialed Rod up. His answer was probably worse than the yelling. Just two rings, then a clearly dissatisfied grunt. It left Duckies feeling slightly nervous and overwhelmingly guilty." Uh. Hey," she stammered. "I'm sorry I ran like that. Just. Y'know, I guess I panicked. I came straight home and went to bed." Rod answered with another grunt, more non committal. It left Duckies fishing frantically for something to say." Hey, Rod. I'm sure we would have had a good time. You really surprised me tonight, wanting to check on your friends and help me out, then trying to make sure I'm okay..."" What, Janie, do you think I'm a monster? Out to prey on defenseless young girls?" Rod scoffed over the line." No.! I just. You're a decent guy. I guess I haven't seen one of those in a while," she murmured pathetically. A bark of laughter met her ear. "Okay, so you're really doing fine? You have been stressed lately, chica."" Yeah."" You owe me a date."" I do?"" I'm not letting you off that easy, huh? Furthermore, I'll be there with some take out in a half hour." Finally, Duckies had the strength not only to sit up but practically bolt out of bed. "Here.?! No, Rod, no. It's a bad time."" Hey. You're up, I'm up. I'm hungry, and you owe me smile," Rod teased. "Keep your PJ's on if you want." She opened her mouth to retaliate, yet firm click informed her the phone had already disconnected. Cursing aloud, Duckies veered to the bathroom for a proper shower.

Lust and Loathing in Las Vegas (Brazen Endeavors_Ruined Knight)|rating:4.0

[NSFW] - [RP OOC] Welcome to the Hive (Alien(1979) HEAVY AU)

Junior Chief Financial Officer Kasia Same let out a huff of irritation at the letter before her. Those damn old men pass off anything even remotely difficult on me, I swear. Mumbling some rather colorfully constructed obscenities, she reached up to brush a few strands of hair out of her face, accidentally brushing across the pointed tip of her ear as she did s--a rippling, thrumming bolt of purepleasurerippled through her, a flush racing across her face as her panties began to moisten. FUCK! The diminishing returns are showing already. Dammit, I need my emergency meds. Her breath coming in jagged gasps, she groped in her purse, pulling out a hypodermic needle. With one swift motion, she stabbed herself in the leg and pressed down the plunger. She sat for a moment, chest heaving, as her senses slowly returned. With a shaky hand, she grabbed the phone on her desk, and, hesitating only a moment, punched in a number.“James, this is Kasia. The serum’s already starting to lose effectiveness. That plan we talked about, involving Mu Are? Start it. Now.”“Kasia, if the board hears about this, there will be hell to pay.”“DAMN THE BOARD, James! We’re selling a product that’s a ticking time bomb. We NEED a solution, and we need it YESTERDAY!” With that, she hung up the phone, cradling her head in her hands as she began to cry. PREEMPTIVE TAGS TIME: [gender bender] [Yuri] [lactation] [transformation] [body modification] [monster girl] [freedom] [elf] [dark skin] [hypnosis/mind control]Hello, deviants, degenerates, and perverts of all ages over the age for you to legally do this stuff! I’m a friendly soul dropping by to start an RP, in an incredibly modified version of the universe from theAlienfranchise! First, some rules: Shouldn't have to say this, but I'll do it anyway: no underage characters. If you’re into something, and can get either me to write an NPC doing that with you, or can get another player to agree, then you can go in. Don’t force your kinks on people. This is not going to be a serious, dark RP. I’d really rather you don’t try to take it that way if at all possible. This one’s more a guideline than a rule, though. Don’t be an asshole, have one. There’s a difference. Respect your fellow players. We’re all here to have fun, so let’s try to do so. You, the player, will take the role of one of the eponymous aliens, with a few… major alterations, the most important of those being: Spoiler: Surprise! Yes, that’s right! You’re less alien killing machine, and more… monster girl… leading machine? I’ll get with my PR department and workshop something better there later. Long story short, you’re part of a hive of xenoliths that has, somehow (probably Wetland-Yutani), been started on the planet Mu Are, smack in the middle of the outer reaches of space. It’s a lovely planet, almost a tropical island paradise, in fact. It’s your job to increase your numbers, and welcome many, many more sisters to your wonderful hive. Hopefully, you’re asking how you accomplish that, and, seeing as this is HQ we’re on here, the answer is as lewdly as possible. So: let’s get some world knowledge out of the way. If you know a lot about theAlienfranchise, prepare to be pissed off, sorry. Weyland-Yutani has created a new, wonderful industry: gene modding. Go to one of their clinics, and become the person you want to be! Even better, become whatever you want to be. Change gender? Sure. Fix those things you don’t like about yourself? Sure. Become a Batgirl? Sure. This technology, unfortunately for everyone involved, is costly and, most importantly, volatile. You need a counterserum every once in a while in order to remain a sane, functioning human being! But you don’t really need to know much about that. The serum was created using genetic information from a xenogirl-a human, infected by a facehumper (it’s like a face hugger, but lewd, don’t worry about it), that has become, well, a monster girl. Their DNA is very malleable, and is also volatile (you’ll get cool upgrades and extra abilities later). Now, about those xenoliths. In the interest of complicating everything and making you as indecisive as possible, there are a few choices available to you. First, let’s quickly show you the hive hierarchy: Spoiler: Hive Hierarchy Now, let’s go through that, one at a time. For almost all of these types, note that the image I’m presenting is intended to give an idea of general body shape alone. You’ll have control over your more...chitinous parts, and face and some other stuff (we’ll get to how your face claim works later, because it’s a little weird) Spoiler: Queen (ONLY ONE) Again, body shape here, people. As the queen, you lead the hive. You have many abilities, but your true power lies in your leadership. You’ll be dictating general strategy and sending out patrols, some of which can certainly include other player characters. Abilities: Lust aura: xenon and foes alike stricken with an insatiable lust when too close Stronger milk: like drones, but vastly more addictive, will convert humans into any variant Reno. Limited uses. We can rebuild her: once per month, can modify any Lenoir into another variant. Takes 1 week. Further changes to the same person double recovery time every change. Kneel: immense mental pressure renders all but the mentally strongest unable to move in her presence until allowed Gush: can give others a massive boost to fluid production, fluids function like drone milk. Limited uses. The queen is the strongest piece: most special effects are automatically applied to royal guard in combat (i.e. gush, similar later enhancements, etc.), but only if the queen also joins in. Does not consume limited uses. Finger Fun: masturbation to orgasm causes all xenoliths currently in the hive to orgasm as well. Slut former: Can, occasionally, force the “slut formed” modifier onto a target. Very limited use, and doesn’t work on players without their consent. You can also use this to reverse this process. ​ Option: Visitor want to lay facehumper eggs in xenoliths? Or humans? Go ahead. Spoiler: Praetorian As a praetorian, you serve as the iron shield of the hive. Your strength is great, and you have a retracting chitin armor that protects you in combat. As the second most important caste in the hive, you’ll probably be very snooty and demanding of your subordinates. Abilities: Give in: short ranged psionic pulse that fills humans and lower xenon in range with the uncontrollable desire to submit to the authority of the praetorian. Amazon: Praetorian's are strong, and can take a lot of punishment. You can rip weaker doors right off their hinges, and have chitin armor that lets you ignore melee attacks and small-caliber ranged weapons. Sadist: causing pain gets you all sorts of hot and bothered, but brings you to new heights of strength. After a while, you might be able to uproot trees or punch through walls. [amazonian, dominance, noblewoman laugh, sadism] Spoiler: Quadrat (ray) As a ray, you have a very special task in the hive. Your tail contains a dangerous venom, capable of putting almost anyone into a trance-like state, making them incredibly susceptible to mental alteration. You work on all new converts, and make sure they have feelings of devotion and love for the hive and your queen. You’ll also act as a sort of secret police force, reinforcing the mental changes of other xenon if necessary. Abilities: You may feel a slight pinch: Incredibly sharp, needle-thin tail filled with chemicals that remove the will to resist and render the injected incredibly susceptible to mental reconditioning. Acupuncture: using a small amount of their venom, they can rejuvenate their fellow hive members, boosting their physical abilities (strength, speed, etc.), intensely arousing them, and having rejuvenate effects. [hypnosis] Spoiler: Senator A senator, similar to a praetorian, is a monster in close combat. You, however, are not a steel wall, but a raging typhoon. Strength and speed are your greatest advantages, and getting hurt only serves to increase your abilities. A strange quirk of your biology makes you crave to serve Praetorian more than anything else outside of combat. Abilities: Hurt me Plenty: whereas Praetorian's rely on armor, Senators rely on speed. Taking hits in battle will cause their senses to go into overdrive, making them even faster and stronger than they already are. Tomgirlfoolery: Senators care deeply about other members of the hive. Spending enough time with any other hive subtype (except the Queen or Praetorian's) and pleasuring them causes the hive-mate to produce extra fluids (additional use of limited abilities), but leaves the Senator horny all day. Bottom Bitch: Any attention from Praetorian or the queen leaves you in near-orgasmic bliss for hours. In addition, while retractable plates cover your holes, they remain constantly open when near Praetorian. You might find it humiliating...or arousing. (OPTIONAL) Hands-free: if you really want to be subservient, this optional ability makes you unable to cum without another person’s help. [tomboy, sub, amazonian] Spoiler: retriever Retrievers make excellent shock forces. Incredibly quick and adept at crawling on walls and ceilings, you use your speed to rush down targets. Your secretions are perfect for incapacitating a human, eating through any armor and leaving them almost paralyzed by lust, but you’re almost always horny. Abilities: Drip... Drip... Drip: Bodily fluids are highly corrosive to clothing and armor, but act as an aphrodisiac on flesh Like a faucet: you’re pretty much always horny. This isn’t really something that helps you out, just gives you a headache. Wall crawler: special pads on your hands, feet, and knees let you walk on walls...or the ceiling. [animalistic, lots of fluids, pet play] Spoiler: Drone Drones care for the hive, feeding them milk and acting somewhat as mother figures, especially for lower castes. Their milk is delicious, yet addictive to some, and causes higher thought processes to severely diminish while nursing, leaving your target ripe for altering their mental state. As for humans, your milk will also slowly convert them into basic xenoliths. Abilities: Milky Momma: Your breast milk is hypnotic and addictive, which keeps humans pliant and docile until a facehumper can be used on them. If they’re not converted by a facehumper, they gradually transform into a basic Lenoir. The process takes about two weeks. Xenon will find themselves rendered docile as with humans, but no transformative effects occur on them. Mild pheromones: combined with gentle cooing, you can lure humans close to you, which is perfect range to wrap them up in your motherly embrace. [mommy DOM, lactation, slight MC, Chubby] Spoiler: Cogitator(cog) Cogs bring the brainpower to the hive. As a cog, you’ll mainly be in charge of using and maintaining captured human technology, especially vehicles. Some cogs like to stay alone in their labs, working on lewd devices they think will be fun for everyone. Brash and assertive while in control, your personality does a dramatic 180 when out and about in the hive. You also have what amounts to a variable-power taser in your tail, so that’s pretty cool, I’d say. Abilities: Mindfuck: Psionic to some extent. Able to assault the minds of their foes with an overload of lewd imagery; also allows control of large groups of lesser xenon Zap-happy: Tails are small and thin, but are quick and can deliver a disorienting shock. Maintainer: You’re great at maintaining tech, once you get to know it, but the only thing you can create is stuff designed to get you and your sisters off. Sure you could make something else, but why would you? [toys, switch, electronic] Spoiler: the Slut formed that guy who complains about everything said: hey you went out of order you dipshit Click to expand... Congrats! Now go sit in a corner because there’s a method to my madness. The slut formed, technically “betas” but everyone calls them “slut formed” because it sounds better, aren’t a true “caste” like the rest. Sure, they do occupy the lowest spot in the hierarchy, but you’re not a “slut formed.” “Slut formed” is a descriptor, so one could see a “slut formed cog” or a “slut formed praetorian.” As a slut formed, you’ll get to choose a base type, then add some special modifiers to your character which will make your life miserable, unless you’re into being the nubbiest sub to ever sub. Abilities: The queen is blocked from choosing this modifier. Hands Free: The slut formed Reno finds it impossible to bring herself to orgasm. Bottled Up: the slut formed Reno finds that her arousal never fades away unless she orgasms. Tail pussy: your normal tail is replaced with a tail pussy. Look, I’m not sugarcoating this. This one’s on you if you pick it. [sub, denial] Finally, castes I highly advise against playing: Spoiler: basic Lenoir These are basic xenoliths. Nothing special to see here. You can play one, sure, but why? Spoiler: milk-addled These are humans that haven’t been transformed. Yet. I guess you could play one if you really wanted? Finally, all xenoliths have parts of themselves covered in a chitin-like substance, and black, segmented alien tails. If your tail has a special feature, it’s noted in your class. Otherwise, it’s mostly just there. Now, the most important part: The character sheet BUT FIRST! Face claims, and how they work. For your face claim, you are choosing who you werebeforeyou became a member of this hive. Your face will remain similar to what you chose, but your body shape will be affected by your caste, as shown above, but you can go above and beyond it if you want. Note any changes in your “appearance” section, as described below. On to the sheet:Character Name: (you’re an OC)Caste: (if slut formed, note that before the caste name, i.e. “slut formed cog”)Abilities: (just copy them over)Appearance: (do you vary from the typical body shape? How much chitin and other fun non-skin stuff do you have on you? NOTE: Thanks to an interaction between Walnut gene editing tech and the Lenoir infection, you can have animal/etc features.) Bio: (tell me a little about yourself. You can either be a member of a Reno-worshipping cult, a low-level Walnut employee that was quickly infected, or one of the few “seed infected” with an earlier story)Quirks: (do you talk with a ridiculous southern accent? Do you refuse to lewd anyone with dog ears? What makes you you?) Finally, we have a discord server! Come join us, you perverts. [reserved] Character: Jessica "Head Bitch" Hardy Caste: Your RightfulQueenAbilities: Lust aura: xenon and foes alike stricken with an insatiable lust when too close Stronger milk: like drones, but vastly more addictive, will convert humans into any variant Reno. Limited uses. We can rebuild her: once per month, can modify any Lenoir into another variant. Takes 1 week. Further changes to the same person double recovery time every change. Kneel: immense mental pressure renders all but the mentally strongest unable to move in her presence until allowed Gush: can give others a massive boost to fluid production, fluids function like drone milk. Limited uses. The queen is the strongest piece: most special effects are automatically applied to royal guard in combat (i.e. gush, similar later enhancements, etc.), but only if the queen also joins in. Does not consume limited uses. Finger Fun: masturbation to orgasm causes all xenoliths currently in the hive to orgasm as well. Slut former: Can, occasionally, force the “slut formed” modifier onto a target. Very limited use, and doesn’t work on players without their consent. You can also use this to reverse this process. Appearance: A blonde ridiculously stacked Lenoir with green eyes and moving chitinous plates forming a bikini. She has slut claws, a dripping retractable opposite above her pussy, and a large tail that can either split a woman or man or two or just steal their heart. Her Bikini plates can also expand into full chitin battle armor. Has Elf Ears. Bio: Jessica Hardy wasn't always the dangerously cunning, sadistic, domineering, caring, and kinky walking controversy of a Queen she was today. No, once upon a time she was the dangerously cunning, sadistic, domineering, caring, and kinky jealous twin of the planetary governor. Now that she has been transformed into what she feels she was always meant to be, she feels the need to make her sister and niece join her in her new bliss. Preferably as fellow Queens beneath her boot. Converting the entire planet and then the stars beyond are just ambitious side projects really. Quirks: In the past the Queen of the Hive has been known to break a Praetorian into a Thunder mess just because she felt like it. Sometimes she has been known to utterly mentally warp one of her favorite toys and then win a huge victory directly afterward with the toy's new upgrades. Everyone in the Hive is both a toy and a cherished loved one to her. Maybe that's why Platforming has become the standard punishment. Jessica's Visitor is versatile. At a default it is one foot long and three inches wide, but she can adjust it's size and shape, in addition to moving it without moving her hips in a prehensile manner. Spoiler: Jessica Hardy Hmm. I'm super tempted, but I'm not sure if I have the time. Oh, well. :/ Name: Skyler Hill Caste: Quadrat Abilities: You may feel a slight pinch: Incredibly sharp, needle-thin tail filled with chemicals that remove the will to resist and render the injected incredibly susceptible to mental reconditioning. Acupuncture: using a small amount of their venom, they can rejuvenate their fellow hive members, boosting their physical abilities (strength, speed, etc.), intensely arousing them, and having rejuvenate effects. Appearance:Hard, black chitin runs from her feet to mid-thigh, tapering out from the knee such that the inner thigh is fully skin. Similar chitin coats her arms up to just past the elbow, giving her an appearance of wearing socks and boots. Her torso is wrapped with a softer coating, appearing similar to a corset. Her eyes have changed, gaining vertical slits, and now shine with an almost predatory glee. She does, however, retain her darker skin tone and fluffy cat ears. Bio: A low-level Wetland-Yutani employee who was secretly part of a Reno-worshipping cult. Skyler was one of the first of the planet's inhabitants to be converted. Now, she has an almost religious reverence for her queen, and lives to ensure order and happiness are enforced throughout the hive, and soon, the stars! Quirks: Skyler speaks with a lilting, teasing tone no matter the situation, but has a tendency to play with her hair when she's nervous. She sees her duties to the hive as divine duties assigned to her directly by the queen, and performs them accordingly. Removed to attempt to keep my own sanity. Character Name: Sophie Miles Caste: Cogitator (Cog)Abilities: Mindfuck: Psionic to some extent. Able to assault the minds of their foes with an overload of lewd imagery; also allows control of large groups of lesser xenon Zap-happy: Tails are small and thin, but are quick and can deliver a disorienting shock. Maintainer: You’re great at maintaining tech, once you get to know it, but the only thing you can create is stuff designed to get you and your sisters off. Sure you could make something else, but why would you? Appearance: Spoiler Chitin covers her arms and legs, a line down her spine connect g to her tail, that leads up to a sort of collar at the back of her neck. Around the face in places as well, though mostly untouched. She also has a cock now to join her pussy, large, meaty and willing to fuck any other Reno girls in-between projects. Bio: A shy, nerdy girl who was always resistant to interact with the outside world thanks to her school years, and was very much a late bloomer. After that she had mostly stayed at home, helping to find a living from home rather successfully, when she wasn't indulging her anime, or pornographic material. Then she got kidnapped out of the blue...and well, here she is now. Quirks: Not much one for electrocution, ironically given her current caste. Unless the person she's fucking likes and asks for it of course~Really likes the Drones...like, a lot. A lot of the toys she makes are...very suited to her very lewd tastes. Even when in charge, comes off as firm and gentle, guiding her partners to do what she wants...tough her actions are very, very rough~ Character Name: "Shikoku" (Formerly Dr. Church)Caste: Retriever Abilities: - Drip... Drip... Drip: Bodily fluids are highly corrosive to clothing and armor, but act as an aphrodisiac on flesh-Like a faucet:You’re pretty much always horny. This isn’t really something that helps you out, just gives you a headache.- Wall crawler: Special pads on your hands, feet, and knees let you walk on walls...or the ceiling. Appearance: Spoiler Smaller compared to average Reno-girl, Shikoku is a lithe Reno-girl with long black hair and crimson eyes that shines mysteriously. Her chitin forms into a pair of thigh highs/opera gloves and a thin leotard. Unlike most Reno-girl though, Shikoku wears a black sailor uniform and long scarf. These are actually just another layer of chitin that can be set aside but not completely removed. Bio: A former Wetland-Yutani scientist, Dr. Church studied the Reno-Girls under their order and support. After an accident by Wetland-Yutani claimed the lives of her family and leaving her as the sole survivor, her mind becomes unstable. Which combined with exposure toward Reno-Girls and finding out more about Wetland-Yutani, she became devoted to her research and swore vengeance. While Dr. Church slowly climbed up the ranks, she secretly sabotaged the company and caused many outbreaks until she got her own laboratory on Mu Are. There, she conducted secret research about Reno-Girl without anyone else knowing. She also throughout her machination, got an up-and-coming scientist Alexis Lynn to help her "Study" without the younger scientist even knowing. At first, Dr. Church only saw Alexis as a tool, just another step toward her revenge, but she slowly developed feelings toward Alexis. A twisted motherly love as she saw Alexis as her own child and becoming overprotective of her, even if the younger scientist never noticed. Time goes by for Church as she continues to spend her life with her new "child" but it all came crushing when she knew of the growing Reno-Cultist on Mu Are. At first, she only joined the cult because it amused her about a cult revolves around xenoliths. However, when she noticed they want and will bring Xenoliths here, Dr. Church's mind completely broken down as that means her new life and child will be in danger. She knew that it only the matter of time until this planet completely overtaken by xenoliths, so her twisted mind came upon an answer. If you can fight them, join them but on your term. And so, just a few days before the "Ascension" day for the Cultist supposedly comes, she transformed herself and Alexis with modified Facehumpers. Quirks: Never stops smiling smugly and communicating mostly through humming, Shikoku is extremely erratic in nature. Sometimes she acts like aloof and emotionless before suddenly turned Lovey-dovey, sometimes she is mischievous sadist before act like a power-bottom. Most of the time she is just lazing around the hive or mysteriously doing something for reasons unknown. Character Name:Eliza Passionate:28Caste:Drone Abilities: Milky Momma: Your breast milk is hypnotic and addictive, which keeps humans pliant and docile until a facehumper can be used on them. If they’re not converted by a facehumper, they gradually transform into a basic Lenoir. The process takes about two weeks. Xenon will find themselves rendered docile as with humans, but no transformative effects occur on them. Mild pheromones: combined with gentle cooing, you can lure humans close to you, which is perfect range to wrap them up in your motherly embrace. Appearance: Spoiler: Pre-Infection Drone Carapace takes the form of a skin-tight almost bodysuit covering most of them. Unlike most Xenoliths it is soft, almost squishy, and perfect to snuggle up other Xenoliths with. It's not the best for actual Combat of course, but it's great for the Lewdness that is so central to the Xenoliths. The other abilities of Drones and physical augmentation of the Xenoliths usually make up for the deficiencies anyway. Infection and Conversion has enhanced her figure even further, causing growth of her breasts and other assets, addition of a bit more motherly, chubby figure (Moreno than she already had), and the granting of breast milk. Her skintight Carapace Covering covers just about her whole body up to her head, covering her mouth still. She can uncover herself very quickly whenever she wants though, allowing her to retract it to fuck, kiss, or breastfeed others. Bio:Eliza was originally a Colonial Marine, for a decent few years of her life, under contract by Wetland Mutant. Eventually when she was getting tired of that though, she was offered, and took, a cushy desk job from Walnut. She was even lucky enough to land a job on one of the Resort worlds, so she never even really had to travel for her new career. She was eventually, however, swept up in the plans of a separate department of Walnut that didn't own the world. She, despite being only a middling office job worker in the company, had met with an executive of one of the other branches, who told her a great deal of information, and told her that her department was watching Eliza with great interest. The information she was told about? Primarily about the Xenoliths. That information awakened a sort of lewd fire inside the girl. She found herself increasingly enamored with the things. Eventually, she told others, giving into her own fantasies and the like, idolizing the things. This was the start of the Hemoccult. She and her fellow worshipers idolized them together in private, on breaks, on vacations. Mu Are was already fairly lewd of a world, most of its populace on vacations leading to a hedonistic, lewder-than-normal lifestyle off the bat, making it wonderful breeding grounds for such a cult. She stayed in semi-normal contact with the Executive, who funded and even encouraged the cult activities. Eventually, she told Eliza that perhaps the department could give them the Salvation she had come to begin seeking through them. Immunity to Age, unparalleled Lewdness, enhanced physique... it all seemed so perfect to the Cult Leader. She gleefully accepted, and mere weeks later, the Cult gained a shipment of Reno Eggs, as well as several Xenoliths, and even a Queen! It was a dream come true for Eliza. And soon after, her and her Cult finally Ascended into the perfect forms of the Xenoliths. They had a new objective now, to Spread. To Share this Glorious Love, and to gain all sorts of new Sisters to Love, Spoil, and Fuck~. Quirks:Quite eagerly gave into the motherly instincts that becoming a Drone gave her, making her a model of a perfect Drone. Motherly, Sweet, extremely lewd as always, and devout to the Hive. Was formerly a Marine, so has surprisingly good combat instincts for her Caste. Enjoys eating when she's not fucking. The two could probably mix pretty well, but she's not sure yet. Fanatical devotion to the Hive and the ideals of the Xenoliths, caused by her being the focal figure and leader of the Cult used to seed the infection. Vaguely still knows about weapons but doesn't really care for them anymore after a few years of a desk job and a Lenoir infection. Has a fetish for hypnosis and other mental fuckers, something that made her figuring out all she could do as a Drone extra pleasurable and wonderful for her, as it was a dream come true. Character Name: Wally Greene Caste: VenatorAbilities: Hurt me Plenty: Whereas Praetorian's rely on armor, Senators rely on speed. Taking hits in battle will cause their senses to go into overdrive, making them even faster and stronger than they already are. Tomgirlfoolery: Senators care deeply about other members of the hive. Spending enough time with any other hive subtype (except the Queen or Praetorian's) and pleasuring them causes the hive-mate to produce extra fluids (additional use of limited abilities), but leaves the Senator horny all day. Bottom Bitch: Any attention from Praetorian leaves you in near-orgasmic bliss for hours. In addition, while retractable plates cover your holes, they remain constantly open when near Praetorian. You might find it humiliating...or arousing. Appearance: Spoiler Chitin of various thickness covers her in a pattern similar to armor. The chitin is densest around the shins and forearms, forming equivalents to Greaves and embraces, and is less dense around the abdomen where it forms into abs. The rest of her carapace is less dense, looking more like a skintight suit molded to show the musculature of her body, from her large biceps to her powerful legs. Bio: Formerly a scrawny low-level technician, someone who felt inferior to all the bigger guys and the strength they had. Had the misfortune to be one of the first people to deal with a shipment that turned out to be the Lenoir eggs, and one of the first to take a 'bumper to the face. Now he's a she, has all the strength that she wanted beforehand, and is eager to serve her Queen. Quirks: Fond of testing out her new strength by lifting heavy items, carrying large objects, lifting fellow xenoliths, snuggling xenoliths under her arms, etc. Owing to her former life as a technician, she shows curiosity about human devices and technologies, though she doesn't have the intelligence or tinkering drive of a Cog. Since she's never had this kind of power as a human, she's fearlessly reckless in a fight, almost to the point of overconfidence. DrStrangeLove said: ↑ Hmm. I'm super tempted, but I'm not sure if I have the time. Oh, well. :/Click to expand... This isn't going to be a fast, quickly changing RP, I don't think, so you're welcome to play a little slow. I know already I'm gonna start getting backed up around early April due to classes, which will slow me down. I don't see any issue with you posting slowly if you have the interest. Hmm, definitely watching this don’t know if I’ll join though Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ This isn't going to be a fast, quickly changing RP, I don't think, so you're welcome to play a little slow. I know already I'm gonna start getting backed up around early April due to classes, which will slow me down. I don't see any issue with you posting slowly if you have the interest. Click to expand... Hamm, maybe. Where the game taking place? Here, or on the discord? :/ DrStrangeLove said: ↑ Hamm, maybe. Where the game taking place? Here, or on the discord? :/Click to expand... Plan is to have it here. I don't find Discord a particularly good place to have an RP. Too much scrolling, and post size limits. Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ Plan is to have it here. I don't find Discord a particularly good place to have an RP. Too much scrolling, and post size limits. Click to expand... Yeah, sounds about right. XD Character Name: Sandra Caste: VenatorAbilities:Hurt me Plenty:whereas Praetorian's rely on armor, Senators rely on speed. Taking hits in battle will cause their senses to go into overdrive, making them even faster and stronger than they already are. Tomgirlfoolery:Senators care deeply about other members of the hive. Spending enough time with any other hive subtype (except the Queen or Praetorian's) and pleasuring them causes the hive-mate to produce extra fluids (additional use of limited abilities), but leaves the Senator horny all day. Bottom Bitch:Any attention from Praetorian leaves you in near-orgasmic bliss for hours. In addition, while retractable plates cover your holes, they remain constantly open when near Praetorian. You might find it humiliating...or arousing.(OPTIONAL) Hands-free:if you really want to be subservient, this optional ability makes you unable to cum without another person’s help. Appearance: Spoiler: Pre Reno She stands at a height of 6'2 and is quite muscular compared to some but rather average by Senator standards, she has light brown fox ears and a matching tail both of which are very fluffy and incredibly sensitive. Her armor is a tough but smooth thing, closer to leather than chitin, embedded into her skin that went around her leg, from her feet to just above her knees, before turning into normal skin before resuming into a small piece of armor, not unlike human 'booty shorts', the pussy is covered by a piece of regular chitin that is retractable, so is the anus, the armor continues up the waist and around the stomach which is exposed showing off her abs and belly button, the armor goes from their hands to just below their shoulders showing off their biceps, it comes together from her sides and back around her small breasts covering them, though only at the bottom of their breasts up to their nipples, they armor goes around their breasts and over their neck, exposing their upper back. Bio: Sandra was a simple person with simple needs, they were employed in the military as a ground trooper, they never advanced far and was only an average soldier. Eventually they were discharged from the military due to a series of conflicts with their commanding officer and ended up working as a security for Wetland-Yutani shipments, they didn't do that for long though, as after a dozen or so shipments they were grabbed by their boss and the next thing they knew a face-bumper was forced onto them, and they became who they are today, a Senator in service to their amazing Queen. Quirks: she is fascinated by human technology and what it can do even if she has no ability with it whatsoever, it has lots of pleasurable applications after all. She enjoys cuddling with other Xenoliths so much that it's not uncommon for her to hug others randomly, she is often sweet and caring when interacting with those lower than her in the hive hierarchy and enjoys spending time with them. Even with her sweet attitude, when it comes down to it, she loves it rough. She adores it when people play with her fox features. Character Name: Vicky Pussycat: Praetorian Abilities: Give in: short ranged psionic pulse that fills humans and lower xenon in range with the uncontrollable desire to submit to the authority of the praetorian. Amazon: Praetorian's are strong, and can take a lot of punishment. You can rip weaker doors right off their hinges, and have chitin armor that lets you ignore melee attacks and small-caliber ranged weapons. Sadist: causing pain gets you all sorts of hot and bothered, but brings you to new heights of strength. After a while, you might be able to uproot trees or punch through walls. Appearance: Spoiler Vicky’s Chitin armor resembles to what she used to wear during her matches, a Black bra covering her bust but leaving her Back visible, A pair of gauntlets that tend in claws perfect to rip through any pesky clothing. Alongside a nice pair of leg covering that leave her clawed toes free to see. A Marathi with a retractable front, and finally a long prehensile tail that ends up in a blunt tip for sexy time. Bio: The eldest daughter of a Family of four that moved to Mu Are, Vicky was an up-and-coming wrestler before a Fan introduced her to the Mesomorph cult, where her eyes were opened to the glory of the Star-gods, using her natural charisma and deep pockets, she quickly rose in the ranks of the cult, until she was given the honor of becoming a Praetorian, the royal guardian of the Queen herself. Quirks: A big sister Bully type of Person, Vicky Likes use a sweet yet condensing tone with those she sees as her inferior, but when faced with a superior (The queen or an Elder Praetorian) acts Shyly, as a leftover of her time as a wrestler she enjoys getting her prey in grabs while dominating them. Character Name:Hans Müller - Eye. Caste:Senator. Abilities: Hurt me Plenty: whereas Praetorian's rely on armor, Senators rely on speed. Taking hits in battle will cause their senses to go into overdrive, making them even faster and stronger than they already are. Tomgirlfoolery: Senators care deeply about other members of the hive. Spending enough time with any other hive subtype (except the Queen or Praetorian's) and pleasuring them causes the hive-mate to produce extra fluids (additional use of limited abilities), but leaves the Senator horny all day. Bottom Bitch: Any attention from Praetorian leaves you in near-orgasmic bliss for hours. In addition, while retractable plates cover your holes, they remain constantly open when near Praetorian. You might find it humiliating...or arousing. Appearance: Spoiler Due to her transformation, much of her exoskeleton are centered around her stomach, forming a full pseudo-corset, covering her private areas as well. Though her arms and legs are not without cover, it is much less than on her body. Bio:Working on as a technician for Wayland-Mutant, Hans made an easy life for himself as a corporate spy. Though luck run out one day after he accidentally copied the wrong files, making him easy to track down. Now a test subject for the WY, he was turned into woman during his transformation. Quirks:Coming from a long line of German Nationalists, Hans speaks in a thick German accent which makes it difficult to understand sometimes. Unlike many others in the hive, Eye has had a hard time accepting her role in the hierarchy, clutching to her past as a man and a human. Rapatatat said: ↑ Character Name: Wally Greene Caste: VenatorClick to expand... Letmebefree said: ↑ Character Name: Sandra Caste: VenatorClick to expand... Chancellor said: ↑ Character Name: Hans Müller - Eye. Caste: Senator. Click to expand... Wow, senator sure is popular! For now, I'm closing senator as an option, though you're all good. Character Name:Maria SevalteAge:26Caste: Cogitator (Cog)Abilities: Mindfuck: Psionic to some extent. Able to assault the minds of their foes with an overload of lewd imagery; also allows control of large groups of lesser xenon Zap-happy: Tails are small and thin, but are quick and can deliver a disorienting shock. Maintainer: You’re great at maintaining tech, once you get to know it, but the only thing you can create is stuff designed to get you and your sisters off. Sure you could make something else, but why would you? Appearance:(No picture because I can't find a good one, and I like words better anyway) Tall and tan, Maria is not an athlete but is still unusually fit. She has black hair and green eyes, and an easy smile. She's also a FTA, by way of Wetland-Yutani gene treatments, and extremely glad for the decrease in her gender dysphoria. Post change, she has a black carapace up her spine and along the backs of her arms and the tops of her feet up to her knees, and up the center of her chest. She wears her hair in a long single braid down to the small of her back, and has retractable claws and a retractable tail spike. Bio: Suffering from gender dysphoria most of her life, Maria pursued a career in mathematics, and made some important theoretical breakthroughs that assisted in the creation of Wetland-Utani's gene treatments, though she doesn't actually know the details. All she knows is that they gave her research grants and a free vacation for her trouble, and have another list of theoretical math problems they're asking her to solve for them afterward. Quirks:Maria is a gentle soul, concerned with the welfare of those around her, though she does have a dominant streak. Though the practical design of technology has never been something she's studied, math and engineering are topics she's been interested in, and thus a place as a cog is perfectly fitting. She has a particular interest in the hives' biotechnology, and is eager to develop upon it. She's also very sexual, though she can be somewhat picky about the details. Still, if you understand what she likes and doesn't like, it's usually pretty straightforward to reduce her to a quivering puddle, or tempt her into doing such to you. Note:I would like to role-play my characters' transformation. I am super interested in this, but I've got a quick question before I start putting together a character. Under the hypothetical circumstance that someone were to take Slut formed, does the Tail pussy stack with or overwrite other tail abilities? Hakan said: ↑ I am super interested in this, but I've got a quick question before I start putting together a character. Under the hypothetical circumstance that someone were to take Slut formed, does the Tail pussy stack with or overwrite other tail abilities? Click to expand... Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ Tail pussy: your normal tail is replaced with a tail pussy. Click to expand... That would overwrite other tail abilities. Character Name:Alexis 'Lexy' Lynn Age:19Caste:Slut formed Cog Abilities: Mindfuck: Psionic to some extent. Able to assault the minds of their foes with an overload of lewd imagery; also allows control of large groups of lesser xenon. Tail pussy: your normal tail is replaced with a tail pussy. Maintainer: You’re great at maintaining tech, once you get to know it, but the only thing you can create is stuff designed to get you and your sisters off. Sure you could make something else, but why would you? Hands Free: The slut formed Reno finds it impossible to bring herself to orgasm. Bottled Up: The slut formed Reno finds that her arousal never fades away unless she orgasms. Appearance:Shorter than average, with long purple-black hair and blue eyes that need glasses. Thin, and somewhat unfit. Alternately appears to be completely unaware of and scared stiff by other people. Flat chest, cute ass, Adhara penis. Transformation removed the cock, gave her a pussy, bumped her chest up to an A-cup, and rendered her as fit as possible without giving her any obvious muscle, though it notably didnotfix her eyesight. Chitin forms what is effectively bondage gear, consisting of thigh-high boots, elbow-length bridal gauntlets, a chastity belt, rib cage-covering top, and collar, with connecting chitin along the spine and up the neck, back of arms, and a garter belt around the waist. Sections of chitin can be removed by sliding to the side or folding away, but not by Alexis herself, with enough space to store things in when closed. In addition, the chitin has many looping protrusions that can be used to connect bondage gear, with major ones being located on the wrists, ankles, collar, behind the ears, elbows, and knees. Alexis still attempts to habitually wear clothes over the chitin. Spoiler: Appearance Bio:Had Alexis been in any other position, she probably would have been able to work out she was trans a lot earlier. However, as the only child of a pair of ladder-climbing Wetland-Yutani executives, she was treated with an experimental gene mod to increase her intelligence and locked into an effective career path at an early age, with no time allotted for meaningless personal matters. Tracked into a Wetland-Yutani research group, she quickly managed to catch the attention of Dr. Church, an accomplished Wetland-Yutani researcher. Alexis got brought onto her 'research team', which in effect consisted only of the two of them, located on the backwater planet of Mu Are. Although technically they were focused on other areas of study, Dr. Church convinced her that the local alien lifeforms were also worth studying. Unbeknownst to her, Dr. Church had ulterior motives for the program. The 'local life forms' she was studying were in fact the local population of Xenoliths, the senior scientist having a fascination with the species. Alexis, being unfamiliar with the species or their dangers, signed off on every request for specimens brought to her. This continued for quite some time, but consequences eventually made themselves felt. One day, an experiment gone haywire eventually resulted in Alexis finding herself being held down by her colleague as a facehumper wormed its way around her neck. The betrayal combined with the transformation exposing her gender identity, and she's now an emotional powder keg in a new, unfamiliar body. Quirks:Intelligent, utterly neurotic, and practically unable to interact with people at this point. Tended to follow orders even before transformation. Academically understands the idea of sex, but has absolutely no 'practical experience', as it were. Previous emotional starvation means that Lexy's really, reallyclingy. Extremely annoyed that she still needs glasses. Needless to say, her libido is on a hair-trigger. Note:In case it wasn't obvious, any and all gender play should be MTF, and not the reverse. Not interested in joining, but I'll be quite happy to observe. This has been moved to the NSFW Play-by-Post forum. ?!?! Saturday?! But-?! Ah. So that's why I only saw this now. GEH. This uh, still open? Sable said: ↑ ?!?! Saturday?! But-?! Ah. So that's why I only saw this now. GEH. This uh, still open? Click to expand... Yes? You can join the discord since that's where most discussion happens. ultima333 said: ↑ This has been moved to the NSFW Play-by-Post forum. Click to expand... WHOOPS. So sorry about that. Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ WHOOPS. So sorry about that. Click to expand... I wouldn't have seen it if it had been there from the start, so really it all works out. XD So, I'm limiting applications as of right now to two of each caste (except queen, of)Please keep that in mind. For the three senators, you should fight to the death'm waving that rule simply because I accepted all 3 before making this decision, therefore it would be rude of me to renege on that. Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ So, I'm limiting applications as of right now to two of each caste (except queen, of) Please keep that in mind. For the three senators, you should fight to the death I'm waving that rule simply because I accepted all 3 before making this decision, therefore it would be rude of me to renege on that. Click to expand... Huh, so what's left? One quadrat am done retriever? :/ DrStrangeLove said: ↑ Huh, so what's left? One quadrat am done retriever? :/Click to expand... And one Praetorian. Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ And one Praetorian. Click to expand... I could swear we had two of those. Did somebody withdraw their application? :/ Character Name: Maria Helena de Borbón y Hardy Caste: N/Abilities: N/Appearance: Spoiler: Pre Reno Bio: The daughter of one of the Wetland-Yutani board of directors. Is the biological daughter of Jessica Hardy from an egg extracted from the woman when she was younger. Genetically modified and made to become the perfect daughter for an infertile wife. Raised lovingly but strictly by her father and surrogate mother, she grew up rather repressed causing some accidents whenever she has some escapades. Is a bit of a trouble child, but she has her way of avoiding trouble thanks to family influence as well as being quite the athlete. She is studying business management in a well of University despite being only 16. A bit stressed out from school, she is currently taking a short brake. She decided that one of the Way labs... maybe she'll find something while she's there Quirks: She is a quirky, excitable and energetic girl that loves nothing more than a good fuck and some exercise. A bit carefree on the outside but can get very serious when angered. Surprisingly, she loves being reminded how small she is especially if it's in the physical way like lifting her up and carrying her on ones shoulder. She loves head pats, hugs and other form of physical contact. She's confident and maybe a bit to brave as she does love a good high from danger and excitement. A prideful girl with a temper. Her memory is quite sharp, and she rarely forgets so she can hold quite a grudge. Has a strange hate for highly fragrant perfumes and cuddly game mascots/merchandise. Character Name:"Carina"Caste: Slut formed Retriever Abilities: Hands-Free:Finds it impossible to bring herself to orgasm without another. Faucet: Always horny. Not something that helps out, just gives a headache.(Stacks with Bottled Up)Bottled Up: Finds that her arousal never fades away unless she orgasms.(Stacks with Faucet)Tail pussy: Normal tail replaced with a tail pussy. Wall Crawler: Allows her to crawl across the walls and ceiling. Drip Drip Drip: Bodily fluids highly corrosive to clothing and armor, act as aphrodisiac to flesh. Appearance:Short, messy black hair, as if constantly yanked, pulled, soaked with sexual fluids and left to dry in some damp graffiti ridden back alleyway. With wide black eyes, a cute button nose, and warm olive skin sprinkled with freckles across both sets of cheeks, the girl toes the line between hot and cute. Considering her ever perky, perfectly handful sized tits, as well as the fat, compact pair of latex sealed bowling balls swaying behind her hips, more so the former than the latter. Almost always drooling, sweating and dripping due to her nature, and tends to hold an animistic posture, both submissive and desperately eager at once. The girl's chitin takes the form of densely packed thigh high stockings, as well as gauntlets reaching the edge of her arms. Additional rings of chitin line her throat, wrists, ankles, and waist. Carina's lithe, wiry, short-stack form is a testament to her dedication of being the Hive's number one spot for 'public relief'. Even bereft of her former identity, the passionate fervor and relentless work ethic she puts forward to her chosen duty remains a staple of her person, desperate to please, even if her ambitions have been carved away. There are few things she desires, now. Servitude, and a certain. Level, of it. Spoiler: Rough Image References Short Bio:Working their way through classes and studiously preparing for a future at Wetland-Yutani Corp, the 16-year-old was selected from countless others to become an intern. Their dream job, and they are at its fringes, fingers just within reach of the gates to their future. They could taste it, feel it! They would rise high, no doubt, with their intelligence and determined work ethics. Anything they put her mind to was theirs. Such was the Intern's ambition. Unfortunately, their eager zeal to please, they stumbled across something not meant for Intern eyes. And so, they were taken to the labs, to the facilities, to sterile halls of a metal glen, changed beyond mere flesh. Their very person, twisted into something unrecognizable, something. Beyond. Quirks: a bit of an airhead as well as bimbo. Has a tendency to crawl about on all fours, ass in the air and appearing when least expected. Surprisingly agile and dexterous for something with her amount of bouncy curves. More than completely subservient, the Retriever can seem needy at times if only because of her stupid high libido, even among others of her kind. Though she's good at what she does, as well suited to it, all but the most degrading and abusive treatment would likely sate her. So uh, wow. This got away more attention than I was expecting. If you haven't talked to me in the Discord server about a sheet you're already making, I'm declaring this RP closed at this time. If you have talked to me, you can still submit a sheet. Character Name:Miriam Tam Caste:Quadrat (ray)Abilities: You may feel a slight pinch: Incredibly sharp, needle-thin tail filled with chemicals that remove the will to resist and render the injected incredibly susceptible to mental reconditioning. Acupuncture: using a small amount of their venom, they can rejuvenate their fellow hive members, boosting their physical abilities (strength, speed, etc.), intensely arousing them, and having rejuvenate effects. Appearance: Miriam is a short, young women with flame red hair in an overgrown bowl cut and purple eyes. She is shy, helpful and generally appears to be quite harmless with her (retractable) chitin two-piece bikini and slender, long tail. The only thing that ruins her innocent look is her entirely chitinous right hand that looks like a clawed gauntlet from an evil anime villains. Like the senator's her armor has a tendency to retract around people she's likes and trusts, to her increasing embarrassment. If possible she will hide her lack of clothing with something soft and comfortable like a captured hoodie or jumper. Spoiler: Reference Image I'm terrible at image manias, so the hair is still pink. Source Bio: Everyone who knew Miriam would describe her as a sweet, helpful girl with next to no future and a little too much trust in other people. She was an arts student that hadn't gone into art, hadn't even wasted a year trying to work up a portfolio but had simply gone from university to a secretarial position at Wetland-Yutani without anything in between. She'd tell you it was worth it, and smile, because it kept her closer to her friends - some of the girls in the technical department that she liked to help with, pine after, fantasize about, and hang out with. Then she helpfully retrieved some misplaced classified files, returned them to their owner without reading them and her next assignment took her to a strange flesh-like structure in the middle of nowhere. Quirks:Mini is quiet and helpful with a tendency to cuddle or snuggle with cute and fluffy things. She always tries to make sure that the new Reno girls know their way around the hive and who to talk to get things done. Her helpful, pacifistic nature and slight desire to murder anyone who looks at her girls wrong makes it tricky sometimes for her to perform her work as an adjuster so she's... adjusted herself a little with a helpful bit of self-hypnosis. Just to make sure that she can fulfil her job to the best of her ability and make sure everyone is happy. Except for the people that harm her friends. In theory anyone can trigger one of her altered states, but the trigger phrases are sufficiently obscure that they're very unlikely to come up in normal conversation (so if you want to use them, find someone who knows them or hear her use one). I've put a limit of 8 players in currently for my own sanity. Those players are:Rowena - Jessica HardyTheFanficAddict - Sophie MilesYlamona - ShikyouDragonjackel - Eliza PassioneHakazin - Alexis LynnSirBearington - Maria Hardy Sable - CarniaScholasticTortoise - Miriam Tam For everyone else, you are still welcome to participate in canon or noncanon makes in the Discord server.

[NSFW] - [RP OOC] Welcome to the Hive (Alien(1979) HEAVY AU)|rating:1.0

You Can't Do That, I'm A Prince! (Michi No Sora and Trippingsatyr)

Lord Dangerous had waited for this day for a long time. Those prudish elves finally got what was coming to them. So many people said that the elves couldn't be bought, well they were wrong. A group of them were, one of them of the royal bloodline in fact. His king had offered them a lot of money to bend to his will and had sent Dangerous months ago into their land to start talk with that group. To all the other elves, he was there for peace between the humans and themselves. Instead, he wanted slavery. In exchange for his work he got money, land, the title as lord, and a handful of hand-picked elves to be his slaves. The man only had interest in male elves, just like he only had interest in male humans. As of late, his human slaves had started to bore him. The brother of the king of the elves had provided him one night with a very tempting young male elf though. The elf's slender body was painted up in tattoos and the hair flowed over his body like a water fall. While tempted by that, he knew he only wanted male elves in his home after having his way with the boy that night. Many had told him that elves were wonderful to sleep with, but he'd never believed them until then. After that night, Dangerous started to pick out which elves he wanted to take as his slaves. The final pick came when he met the royal family. He couldn't take his eyes off the elf prince. The slender, firm elf prince. Perfect for his bedroom. Dangerous told the boy's uncle that he wanted the prince. At first the elf refused, saying that all of them had to be killed, but eventually, with enough money, the uncle submitted so long as Dangerous never let the boy out of his house. That wouldn't be a problem. Months later, it happened. The uncle led the revolt and invaded the royal household. Killing the king and queen in their beds and having his nephew knocked out and taken to Dangerous's home where he was cleaned and chained to a wall in the lord's bedroom. It had been so sudden. In one night, in one horrible night, Prince Ara mil's life was destroyed. He had been sleeping in his bedroom when the revolt hit. A soldier had rushed in, intent on protecting the young prince, but he had fallen as he was killed by an invader's arrow. His mother and father were killed and Ara mil had tried to run. He had not gone far though before he had been captured and knocked unconscious. He slowly came too, finding himself chained to the wall in a strange bedroom. His dressing gown had been tossed away leaving him naked. His body was slim and curvy, what humans might call a female form. His hair was long, his ears pointing through it. He looked around a bit and tried to yank at his chains, but he got nowhere. After a bit he stopped and leaned backbreaking into tears at the thought of what had just happened. Gone. Everything and everyone where gone. He was no longer royalty but a slave. Dangerous was glad to hear that his slaves had arrived so quickly. All of them had been people that were loyal to the royal even family. They now belonged to him. He was in the dungeon with them as they were stripped and cleaned. Each of them male. Their pale skin shining like moon light and their dark hair so thick. Dangerous had all of them fitted with collars and each of them tied down while they received a branding mark to their hips. The mark was his family seal. This showed that they belonged to him and no one could take them away. Each of them cried out as the hot metal hit them, and he hand inspected each of them, causing some of them to break into tears. There was twenty of them, and he took care to feel and look over every inch of their bodies. All together he had twenty-one even slaves, but one of them he'd ordered to be locked in his room and he'd take care of the branding himself. It was the prince. Once doneinspectinghis new slaves, he made his way up to his bedroom with a bottle of even wine and two glasses. After all, the boy was a prince at heart and should be treated differently from his former servants. His tall and strong form pushed through the door, and he smiled at his new prize. The prince was even more beautiful naked, "Hello, Prince Ara mil. I do hope you remember me. I came to your household a few times with your uncle," he smiled and stayed out of reach of the boy for the moment and set the wine and glasses on a table, "I'm sorry that your parents had to be killed, but I managed to get your uncle to let you live, though I had to promise that you'd never leave my house," a fair trade he thought. He looked up as Dangerous walked in. His eyes widened as he realized his own uncle had led this, this and that man. "My uncle?! The both of you! You killed them.my.my family." He broke into tears as it hit him again. Why was this happening? He was a prince, a prince! "Let me go! Please, I. I am sure my family's supporters can pay you anything you want." He struggled against the chains as he looked at Dangerous. He had never really liked the man, something about him had never set right. And now he knew why. Dangerous chuckled lightly as he watched the boy crack and break his royal coldness for once. Elves were always so cold till they were hit with something like this. Like the ones down in the slave quarters now. They were new, and his loyal men were taking care of them and telling them about their new lives. That they would be expected to do things around the mansion as well as please their lord physically whenever he asked for it. The fact that Dag liked men didn't bother them at all. He was a fearful man." I can't let you go. I promised I wouldn't. And you are my payment. My king wants your even land. Your parents wouldn't give it up, so we paid your uncle and his men to take it by force and blame the deaths and such on someone else. That way, my king gets to use your uncle as his puppet and your uncle gets the crown, just like they both wanted. And you...and twenty of your servants, are part of my payment for making it all happen. They've already been cleaned and taken care of," he smiled and poured the wine, "Now, calm down. You'll come to like it here. I promise. Now, would you like some wine?" He sobbed a bit as he hung his head, his hair covering his face. His own uncle. "Y.you're a monster. A monster." He replied, ignoring the offer of wine. He looked away not saying anything. Furthermore, he was a prince, not this man's toy. Furthermore, he hung his head again before he struggled against his chains one more time. Furthermore, he looked up at the man, glaring through them. "I hope your dragged into the Nine Hell's you monster! My entire family!" he cried out as he broke into tears again. Dangerous had kind of expected this on the first night. The prince would be harder to break, but he would break. Dag was sure of it, "I'm sure I'll end up in hell. I knew that a long time ago," he smirked and took a long drink of the wine, "And we didn't kill your whole family. Just any that were in front of you uncle becoming king, except you. I was told I would get twenty-one slaves... I picked you as my last one. You're the perfect male elf. I'll enjoy taking you to bed with me soon," he commented lightly. Dag enjoyed watching the boy cry. To bed? His beautiful face contorted with disgust as he said this. "I would never sleep with you nor share a bed with you. Ever!" He looked up at him then spat up at him. "You're a disgusting human much like all of them!" A few elvish curse words erupted from his mouth as he looked up at him with pure hatred. Dag laughed and stood up, walking shifty over to the pretty male. He grabbed the boy's chin roughly and dragged him to his feet, "Who said I was going to give you a choice?" Dangerous was not against taking what he wanted by force. Not at all. After all, he made his living by assassinating and stepping on people and starting wars. Why would he care if the one he wanted to sleep with wanted to or not? Leaning down, he ran his free hand over the others slender body for a moment, "Though you'll be doing a lot of things that you won't want to, Prince." He looked up at him, grunting in disgust as he was dragged to his feet by Dangerous. He struggled a bit, but the man was much better built then his own famine even body. Furthermore, he looked up at him as he struggled. In a rather royalty type move, he spat up at him, hoping to land it in his eye. Anything to rebel against this man, to show his disgust. He wasn't some prize stallion to be broken in. When he felt the spit hit his cheek, right under his eye, he growled. Wiping it off with his shirt sleeve he glared down at the boy, "Bitch," Dag backhanded the prince's soft face, leaving a large red welt on the pale cheek, "You will be broken and learn to do as I say," the man snapped and lifted the boy up just to backhand him again. The warlord huffed and walked back over to his wine, drinking the last of the glass down and proceeded to throw the glass against the wall that the prince was chained to, "Maybe a night of sleeping with broken glass will teach you something," he growled and headed over to his bed where he removed his clothing and crawled into the thick blankets. His eyes widened as he realized what Dag was about to do. He tried to move, almost forgetting that he was chained to the wall. His fair face turned in pain as Dangerous's large hand cut cross his cheek. He sobbed a bit in pain as he was lifted again and hit. He cried out, trying to cut off his sobs as he hung there. All of a sudden the glass exploded on the wall next to him, and he twisted, trying to move away from it. Dagnarus could hear Ara mil sobbing softly as he fell asleep. Throughout the night Ara mil would twist and turn, trying to avoid the broken glass. Several times he was cut a bit here and there, unable to sleep much due to the glass cutting and poking him. The next morning Dangerous left without looking at the elf prince. He had things of more importance to take care of today, after all, it was the first day that the elves would be without their former leaders. Dag had to be there as the 'peacekeeper' for the humans. He was dressed formally when he left, sending one of his new even slaves in to take care of the prince, "Clean up the glass on the floor and clean him up too," none of the other slaves knew the prince had been taken. This elf was short for his age as well as his hair was shorter than the other's as well. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of loose pants and a collar. The guards had been told to drag any wearing the collars back inside the house and beat them if they tried to leave. There wasn't a door in this mansion that wasn't guarded." Prince Ara mil!" the boy's eyes widened, and he ran over to his prince to get the glass away from him. Ara mil didn't look up as the warlord left. He just hung there weakly. Not only was the glass shards embedded in him, but there were black circles under his eyes from not sleeping and the bruises on his face. He looked up weakly as the even boy came in and smiled softly. "Thank you. He said weakly as he hung there. "What is your name?" The boy helped the prince up to his feet and quickly started to get the glass out of the way, "... I'm Gil, your highness," he said softly, "I worked in the kitchen at the palace," he adds as an afterthought, "They told us you and your parents had been killed," he grabbed up a piece of wet cloth and started to clean up the prince's wounds, "Has that man done to you what he did to us?" he asked, an embarrassed tone in his voice as he saw his prince naked. It was something that was normally forbidden, but he felt that in this case that might be forgiven. In this case it was certainly forgiven. "Nothing yet. What.what has he done to you?" he asked. He felt ashamed at having his nude form displayed like this, but there was nothing he could do. "I am the only surviving member of my family at the moment...the.the others are...dead." Gil cleaned up the cuts and the glass as best he could and tried not to hurt the prince in the process. He hung his head some when asked what had been done to him and the others. He felt that it was shameful, "...they stripped us and then tied us down..." the boy shuddered as he remembered the night before, "...that man said he wanted to inspect us. Furthermore, he put his hands everywhere..." each of them had felt violated in every way, "Then a bigger man held us down as they branded us," he pulled his pants down a little to show a seal branded into his skin on his hip. The mark was still fresh and red, a little blood was on it as well, "He said he had one in his room that he wanted to do himself...we didn't know it was you, Prince." Ara mil stared in disbelief at the symbol on the boy. He was going to be branded like cattle! He didn't know what to say just looked down a bit. What could he do? "I. I do not know what will happen to us Gil. I will do what I can but..." he bit his lip not sure what he could tell him. Things were bleak, and he doubts he could bargain for their safety. Maybe he could try though. The smaller elf understood that not much could be done. They were slaves. It was hard to break that, "He said he would treat us good if you obeyed him... This morning when he came down to get me, he said I would be the one to pay for you not listening to him last night..." Gil didn't quite know what that meant, but he was sure it wasn't good. The boy looked scared and handed the prince a small blanket for the prince to cover up with, "Are you hungry, Sire?" His eyes widened as he realized how this was going to work. He would have to do everything he was made to do, or his people would suffer. He looked away trying not to cry in front of this boy. Furthermore, he nodded a bit and smiled softly. "I am, some water too. Please." Now was not the time for titles, as of today they were all equal as slaves. The even boy nodded and quickly ran off to get his prince a glass of water. He brought it back and held it out to the prince, "I know that I'll get hurt for it...but I don't want you to give into him, Sire. If you do, all the others will lose hope. I don't care if he beats me. He already said he wouldn't kill us because we'd be too hard to replace." He smiled softly as he sipped at the water. "I will do what I can, but I can't let my subjects be harmed for me. I. I will try and fight him as much as possible though." He was a symbol for his people now, there was much more on the line now then just his safety. Gil stayed with the prince all day, trying to comfort him. He'd been a servant his whole life, slavery just meant he wasn't getting paid. At least that was the simple version of it. He kept the prince fed and watered, even tried to pull the chain from the wall. The trying to break the chain and free the prince hadn't worked, but it was a nice try. Dag came back near sun down and went straight to his room, knowing what was waiting for him in there. Two elves. He smiled as he pushed the door open and saw the prince and the slave sitting on the floor together, "How sweet you two look," he joked and walked over, pulling Gil away from Ara mil by his hair, "I told you to just clean him up, not sit and chat all day," the boy whimpered and apologized before being thrown to the bed. Dagnarus looked down at his prized elf and smirked, "And how are you feeling this evening, prince? More willing to accept?" Ara mil was touched by the young boy's willingness to stay with him all day. He enjoyed the company at least, things didn't seem as bleak with Gil here. When Dag came in he looked up as Gil was thrown onto the bed. He blinked a bit and bit his lip. He couldn't let this boy suffer for his kidneys. "Only if..." He caught himself, gathering the courage to continue. "Only if you let the boy go. Please, don't touch him. He only stayed because.because I told him too." He lied hoping that maybe he could direct Dangerous's wrath onto him instead of onto Gil. Gil would have protested to the prince doing such a thing, but a glare from the human made him keep his mouth shut. The even boy just huddled up on the bed out of Dag's reach, "Good," he human commented towards the prince, "And don't even give my slaves an order again. If you do, I'll have you both beaten," he growled and walked over to the bed, yanking the slender elf off of it roughly, "Get out of here. Go back to your room with the others," he snapped and Gil nodded before quickly running out, nearly tripping over his own feet as he went." Little Prince," he said jokingly, "Before anything else, you must be marked," Dangerous wasn't going to wait too long to do that. If he did and someone took Ara mil or the boy got away, then he couldn't claim him back, "Get rid of that blanket and bend over this," he kicked a chair towards the prince and walked over to his bedroom fireplace and got the fire going. Once it was burning nicely, he took a fire poker that had his family seal on it and set it in there, "Needs to get nice and hot, so the mark will scar." Ara mil winced a bit, looking over at Gil as he ran by him. There was nothing but pity in his eyes. He couldn't let his people suffer because of him. He sighed a bit, relieved that he had helped him. His eyes widened as he realized what was going to happen. He was still chained up so he couldn't remove the blanket himself and he din't want to. "I. I'm not some cow. I'm a prince.an elf.not some animal!" he cried out, trying to pull away as he stared at the red-hot brand. He could all ready smell it's heating up, in his mind he could all ready smell burning flesh. "You're not a prince anymore. You aren't a cow, that's for sure, but you don't have freedom anymore. I own you. Once you're branded with my seal, then no one can take you from me," he walked over and pulled the blanket from the naked prince's body, leaning down and pulling him up to his feet, "I can't wait to make you mine," he purred and walked back over to the fire place, pulling the brander out and smiling, "This is going to hurt." Dag set it down near the prince, knowing he was going to have to hold the boy down, "The less you struggle, the quicker it'll be over with, okay?" he felt himself grow hard in his pants as he thought about the young elf screaming. He remembered the night before when he'd helped in branding all of his other even slaves. He'd taken one of the boy's after the branding and done a further 'inspection' to help ease the tightness between his legs. Quickly, he mans grabbed the boy by the neck and threw him to the floor. Dangerous put all his weight down as he pinned the boy to the floor and reached for the brander, "Don't be too proud to scream," he mentioned before pressing the white-hot metal into the boy's hip. He whimpered, gasping as he was hauled to his feet. He gasped a bit as he was thrown to the floor, crying out as he met the hard floor. Furthermore, he tried to get up but felt Dangerous pinning him hard to the floor. "N. No! No!" He cried out as he struggled, trying to throw the much stronger man off his slender back. All of a sudden he felt the heat getting closer than it was pressing into him, and he smelt his own flesh burning. Tears and snot ran down his pretty face as he screamed in pain flailing now not to escape from Dangerous himself but from the pain, the horrible burning pain. Dag nearly moaned at the sound of the young elf's cries. Ara mil had a wonderful screaming voice that he hoped to hear more of. He probably held the brander to the boy's skin longer than he had to, but he just wanted to keep hearing the cries of pain. He thought about branding the other hip just to hear it again, but that wasn't needed at the moment. If the scar didn't heal right, then he'd get to do it again to the other hip. Smiling, he pulled the hot metal from the boy's skin, some of the skin having stuck to the metal, and he tossed it back into the fire place to let the fire clean it, "That was wonderful..." he hissed a little as he leaned down and ground the hard bulge into the prince's backside, "You scream so beautifully."" Now I just need to inspect you a bit," usually after branding, people were less likely to struggle as they were too busy thinking about the pain. He turned the boy over and eagerly let his eyes feast on the lithe body in front of him, "Make sure that you are worthy of being my bedroom slave," well, at least the one that would stay in his bedroom, "Very nice..." he muttered as he started to roam his hands over the tender flesh. He screamed until he was hoarse, breaking into sobs as he felt the brand being pulled away from him. Furthermore, he could feel his own melted flesh sticking to the brand, gasping in shocking pain as it was removed. Furthermore, he sobbed silently as he felt Dag grinding into his backside, feeling his hard bulge rubbing against his buttocks. He was flipped over, his curvy beautiful body a feast for Dag's eyes. Furthermore, he felt his captor's hands roaming over is body but all he could focus on was the pain, the horrible pain that was cutting into his backside. The taller human male was busy playing with his new toy as the boy was crying. He lowered his head down to the boy's chest and ran his tongue over one of the tender nubs. Tasting the slightly salty flesh before biting down on it lightly. The throbbing between his legs became more so as he started to suckle and play with the nub of flesh with his tongue. Reaching down with a hand, he fumbled around till he found the boy's limp member. It wasn't huge, but Dangerous didn't care about the size. He wanted to make the boy scream. Sitting up, he looked down between AMARIG's legs, "Let's see how much you can take," he said with a smile as he pinched the head of the boy's sensitive length harshly. His own length twitching with excitement as he pinched and twisted the flesh. He was sobbing, choking on his tears as he felt the human's tongue running along his hairless chest and along one of his nipples. He gasped whimpering and trying to push him away as he suckled and lick at it. All of a sudden he felt Dag's hand grasping for his small Even member. Feeling that large rough hand grabbing it, he cried out as it was pinched and cruel twisted. He sobbed in pain, screaming as he was roughly manhandled. Dangerous seemed to enjoy the sounds of the boy's screams. It caused him to push further and harder. Wanting to see what all caused the boy to call out in such a way. With a moan, he stopped the painful torture to the elf's member. He smiled and ran a rough hand over the smooth flesh, letting his hand smack on the slightly bleeding wound on the boy's hip once before standing up and rubbing the large bulge between his own legs, "You have a wonderful voice. Just those sounds got me going," he said with a smirk. Dag wondered when would be a good time to take the even prince's body into his bed. Not right now, though. The wound would bleed and stain all over his expensive blankets and sheets. He didn't need that. Maybe tonight he would just drag one of the other even men up here to have his way with. That thought left Dag's mind though. He wanted the prince. He wanted to hear the once high and mighty prince scream for him again. Rubbing the bulge again, he pulled the boy up to his feet and pressed him against the wall that he was chained to, "I can't seem to decide whether I want to take you in bed or just here on the floor..." the bed seemed a better place, though he had been with people on floors and in dirt before, "You're lucky you used to be a prince. I'm going to be nice and wait for you to heal before throwing you on the bed," leaning over he ran his tongue up the boy's neck, pressing his trapped member against the others body, "I think I'm going to show you off to people before I make you scream in my bed," that wasn't going to stop him from getting off right now though. Holding the boy with one hand, he reached his other hand down and freed his length from his pants. He took hold of one of AMARIG's hands and wrapped it around his hardened length. With a moan, he started to thrust into the boy's hand, "Grip it... Or I'll throw another glass down for you to sleep on." H lay there sobbing as he was fondled like some harem slave. But then that was what he seemed to be. He lay there crying for a while until he was pulled up and against the wall. He screamed a bit as the sore burned flesh brushed against a chain. Furthermore, he whispered softly as he watched Dangerous taking out his length, thrusting it into his hand. Human cocks were so much bigger than Even penises and this one was no different. Quickly he gripped it not wanting to feel the sharp pain of the glass again. Dag moaned softly as he felt the fingers close around his throbbing length, "Good boy," the man thrust his hips and began to nearly have sex with AMARIG's hand, "You're learning fast," he purred as he picked up some speed. Dangerous knew that this was nothing compared to how it would feel once he got the boy in bed, but it still felt good. Both of his hands were pressed against the wall by the prince's head as he thrust. It didn't take long for him to finish. His fluids shot out and coated the boy's hand and leg some as well as the wall behind AMARIG. Normally he could last longer, but to him, all the crying and screaming had been a tease, and he couldn't hold back anymore. Ara mil closed his eyes, trying to not look at the large human member he had in his hand. All of a sudden he heard Dangerous's pants turning into a moan. He whimpered, biting back a sound of disgust as Dag came hard coating his leg and hand with his fluids. Dag nuzzled and licked the even's boy's neck, "Such a good, Slut," he commented with a small chuckle before pulling himself from the other's hand and putting himself back into his pants, "Have a good sleep," he gave the wound on Ara mil's hip a small smack before heading over to his bed and tossing the boy a cloth to clean himself up with. Dagnarus didn't do much to the boy over the next few days. He was busy and didn't have time to attend to his pets. He did make sure that Ara mil was fed and such though. Even had him given a blanket to sleep with since it was getting closer to winter. But he still left the boy naked and chained to the wall. One day, he awoke and looked over at Ara mil, "You get to leave the room today," he said with a smile and walked over to the boy, tossing him some clothing, "Get dressed," the clothing was rather skimpy. It looked very much like a harem girl out fit. Ara mil sobbed softly as he felt the man's tongue running along his neck. He felt dirty and used. All of a sudden that hand slapped his wound and he cried out as the pain hit him again. Over the next few days, he talked less and less. He cleaned himself off as best as he could, but he was quickly losing hope of ever being free. The day he was woken up he blinked surprised that he was not only going to get to leave the room but that he could get dressed as well. He looked up as clothing was tossed at him, looking down at it. ’T.these are girl's clothing." Dag had dinner planned tonight where he would show off the even prince as his newest 'conquest' to his friends. The boy's uncle would be there as well. He'd already told the older even man that the prince was branded and that if the boy said anything during the dinner, that no one would really care. Most of the people that would be there would be people that had a hand in the take-over of the even lands." Put them on, or I'll put them on for you," he gave a sly smile, "Though you might need a bath when I'm done," he doubted the boy would want that. The cloth was a silvery color and very expensive, "You're going to be my date for a party tonight. So get dressed, or I'll bring one of the other boys up here to serve out your punishment in my bed." He quickly looked away not saying anything. Slowly he stood up and turned around so his slender back and butt were facing Dag. He then started to get dressed. The outfit looked quite revealing, he felt like some tarted up slut. One of the last things he wanted to do was be this man's date. But he had no choice, his captor would not give in until the proud prince was broken in. Dangerous watched the prince dress did his best not to get too turned on by the situation. The outfit fit the boy perfectly. The top coming to a stop just above his navel and the pants flowing around his slender legs like a dress. The color went well with the boy's dark hair. He knew that some of his friends at the dinner would be jealous that he had such a wonderful looking toy. Even men who claimed they only enjoyed women in bed would fall prey to a pretty even boy once in a while. Dag had at one time and now that's all he craved." Very lovely..." he muttered and walked over to undo the boy's chains, "Now remember...if you try to run from me, I will kill one of the other boys for every hour that you're missing. If I have to kill all of them, I'll just go ask your uncle for more. Plus, you have my branding on you. Someone will find you and bring you back to me," he purred into the boy's ear as he ran his hands over Ara mil's hips, "Now let's go... I know at least one person that is dying to see you at dinner. Don't call him your uncle anymore though. He has told everyone that you died in the raid. The only ones that know differently are the ones that were involved in the raid." He wrapped a strong arm around the boy's waist and started to pull him out of the bedroom. None of the other even boys were seen as they walked through the hallways. Dag preferred to keep them locked up on nights when he was having a party. It didn't take them long to get to a dining hall. Many men were in the room, talking loudly. Though there were a few even men sitting quietly at the table, talking amongst themselves. One of them was Ara mil's uncle, "Good evening everyone," he said as he walked to the head of the table with the even prince in his arms. Once Dag was seated, he pulled the boy into his lap like a whore and smiled, "Agar, I think you will remember someone," he motioned from the boy's uncle to the prince in his lap. The older even man seemed a little shocked to see his nephew in such a way, "Why, Ara mil, you look like a tart," he chuckled. To see the once proud and prude prince down at such a level was quite enjoyable. He bit his lip as he dressed, looking down at himself. He looked almost like a girl, or what humans would call a rent boy. Furthermore, he blushed a bit, trying to not cry in front of his captor. Furthermore, he knew there was no where he could run too, any allies he had might have been working for Dangerous for all he knew. That and he could not risk his people's safety. He wanted to push Dangerous away as he grabbed his hips, but he knew the man was far too big. He let himself be led, a big strong arm around his waist as he was led out into the dining room. As he walked in, he kept his head down not wanting anyone to see him. But of course his uncle knew. His captor.owner.sat down, pulling Ara mil into his lap. He squirmed a bit, keeping his gaze down. His lovely pale skin turned red as he blushed at being called a tart, his own uncle mocking him. He was no longer royalty, only the personal consort to this monster. Dag enjoyed the way the boy was acting. He could tell that the boy was embarrassed and that turned him on, "Agar, he may look like a tart, but he's all mine," he commented and nuzzled his head into the even boy's neck." You can have him. He was of no use to our country anyway. A prudish boy," the even man smirked and sipped at a glass of wine, "He would have either gone to you or been killed in the raid with his parents," the man shrugged and went back to conversing with the man to his other side. The night was filled with Dangerous molesting the boy for his own pleasure and to humiliate him. The other men in the room got a kick out of it. They all knew Dag's taste and thought it was amusing. Ara mil felt sickish as Dangerous nuzzled into his neck. He squid a bit but quickly looked up as he heard what his own Uncle had said. He fought back the tears as he looked away.Throughout the night he was molested and humiliated by Dangerous. Once or twice, despite himself, he found himself getting hard as he was felt up. He tried once or twice to leave Dagmar's lap, but he knew the much stronger man would not let him budge. The boy's once in a while arousal didn't go unnoticed by the warlord. He didn't care what other's thought as his hand occasionally slipped into the silky pants to tease the boy's member. It made him feel better to know that everyone in the room was getting a kick out of the embarrassment that the even prince was being put through. Elves were seen as prudish and stuck up. It felt good to see the prince in whore clothing and being made to sit through these torments. Dagnarus wasn't through though. He had something special planned for after dinner. Most of the people left once the meal was finished, but a small group stayed behind. Ara mil's uncle and the other traitor elves left with him and most of the other men left. But a small group of men, not much different from Dangerous in build, were sitting around the table with their wine glasses still." Bidding starts at one hundred gold pieces. Rules are that his virginity stays intact, no lasting damage to his body, no marking, and no taking him out of my mansion," Dangerous smiled and stood up, pulling the boy into his arms and standing him up on the table, "Start bidding, Men." Before the Ara mil could say anything, "Two hundred gold pieces for the night," a man sitting near Dangerous called out. He was quickly out bid by another man down the table, "Two hundred and fifty gold pieces," numbers started to get called out and Dangerous just sat back and enjoyed. He cried out a bit, biting his bottom lip to skiffle his moans or cries as he felt the man's hands playing with his small member. Furthermore, he blushed as he was made to be this man's whore for the evening. He watched his uncle and the other traitors leave with venom in his eyes and hearts for them. All of a sudden he turned around and realized there were still people left. As soon as Dangerous started laying down the rules, Ara mil started to struggle. Quickly though Dangerous had stood up, and he was forced into standing on the table. He wanted to escape, to die.anything then to be made to serve these men. The bidding started to reach high amounts when Dangerous stood up and grabbed the boy by the hips and yanked the silk pants down. Exposing the boy's shapely body and small member. The smooth skin and round hips enticed the men to bid higher, "Two thousand gold pieces," one of the men shouted." Sold!" Dag shouted back out and smiled, pulling the nearly naked boy off the table and back onto the floor. The man that had won picked the pants off the table and walked around to hand them to Ara mil, "Ash, I didn't know you had a taste for even boys..." Dag chuckled." Normally I don't, but even men aren't that different from even women when it comes to their bodies," the man smiled and admired his win as the other men started out of the room, "And I couldn't pass up the chance to have the even prince all to myself for a night. Are you sure I can't have his virginity? I'll pay you extra for it..."" No," Dangerous growled, "That belongs to me," Ash nodded in acceptance." Fine..." Ash was a little shorter than Dag was, a little more slender as well in build. He was still rather intimidating though. He was known for being rather cruel to his enemies. Not showing any mercy for his captured people. Selling the women and children, viciously slaughtering the men and elders. Burning the towns down and selling the lands in parts." Remember the rules. A single mark left on his body other than bruises and I will hunt you down..." the man growled before leaving the room." No worries..." Ash purred and pulled Ara mil close to him, "For a boy, you're very beautiful... I can see why Dag would want to keep you to himself." Ara mil cried out in shock as the silk pants were yanked down. He tried to cover himself, but the bidding kept going up. He looked over to see who was buying him, blushing deeply. Furthermore, he was yanked off the table as Ash approached him. Handing him his pants much to his surprise. He put them on not looking Ash in the face, looking down at the ground. He gasped as he was pulled closer to be dragged out of the room. Furthermore, he thought about trying to break free, but he knew not only did he have nowhere to go, neither did his people in the dungeons below. Ash licked his lips as he thought of the things he could do to the boy. While sex was out of the option, there were plenty of other things they could do. He wanted to see the boy's whole body and take advantage of it. Not wasting any time, he started to drag the nearly naked boy through the halls of the mansion till he got to one of the guest rooms. He pulled the boy in and smiled as he locked the door behind him, "Why don't you take the rest of that outfit off and get up on the bed? I have you for a whole night and I need to think of what we can do other than me taking that round backside of yours." Quickly he looked around, trying to find some way to escape. Of course there was none other than that locked door. He choked back a sob of terror as he slowly stripped off what little clothing he had on. He was a bit skinnier then he had been due to the bread and water diet and his flawless skin was broken by Dag's mark on his hip. Sobbing softly, he climbed onto the bed, his eyes searching the room for anything. Ash licked his lips as he watched the boy finish undressing. It was true. An even man's body wasn't too different from an even woman's body. The only reason he wanted Ara mil was because the boy had been a prince. Ash loved humiliating royalty. Problem was that he couldn't do it often. So he took his chances when he could. The man frowned a little when he saw the branding on the boy's hip. All thoughts of stealing the boy away were gone. Dangerous would kill him and no one would blame him because the boy did belong to him, "What to do, what to do..." the boy's tight backside was what he really wanted. Maybe once Dag broke the boy's virginity, he could have a go at it. Smiling, he pulled some of his clothing off and climbed onto the bed, pushing the boy down, "My, my, my..." he groaned as he felt himself get hard as their bodies got closer together, "I promise to be a bit more gentle than Dag is with you." Ara mil blushed and looked away. He had never seen a human naked before, and he had no desire. He knew that as long as he did not enjoy the things done to him, he could keep a sort of wall between him and Seigneurs. If he started to enjoy these...things...then he would be lost and the whore Dangerous wanted him to be. He gasped whimpering as he was pushed down, feeling Ash climbing on top of them. "P.please sir.he said.not to take me." He pleaded, afraid he was about to be raped. Ash chuckled a little bit, "I'm not going to take you. Dangerous would kill me if he found out. Though I am tempted," he licked his lips and ground their naked hips together, "No... I want you to suck me. I want you on your hands and knees between my legs. Furthermore, I want you to wrap those soft lips around me and suck till I cum. Then I want you to drink it all down," he leaned over and ran his tongue up the boy's neck before rolling off and sitting up against one of the pillows." Suck it. Now." Ara mil blushed then gasped softly as he felt Ash's tongue slowly running across his neck, those hips grinding against him. Once more his smaller member started to grow hard. He blushed softly as he moved to all fours like some common dog. "P.please sir. I. I have never." He licked his soft lips and swallowed. "I didn't ask if you could do it or not, I said to do it," he growled and reached out to grab a fist full of the boy's hair, "Now open that mouth and suck me," he growled again and pushed the even prince's head down towards his cock, "Now. If you don't do it now, then it'll be a lot more painful in a moment." He cried out as fist full of his hair was grabbed. He whispered softly looking at this human's cock. It was much larger than his own, much larger then most elves' in fact. Slowly he opened his mouth and gently gave it a lick before he slowly worked on wrapping his inexperienced lips around it. Ash smirked as the boy gave in to the easy way. He smiled and licked his lips as the prince's tongue darted out some and started to wrap around his cock. It felt wonderful, "Good boy... Now do better," he growled lowly and used his grip on the hair to push Ara mil's head down all the way over his length. Not caring if it choked the boy or hurt him, "That's it..." he moaned and rest his head back on the pillow. He tried to take it in as best as he could, but he struggled with it until Ash grabbed his hair and pushed him down all the way onto it. His eyes widened, feeling himself choking a bit as he was forced to keep throat him. Feeling the boy gag a little too much, he let go of the hair. Dangerous would kill him if he killed the boy by choking him. Even though he let go of the hair, he kept his hand in a place that would keep the boy from pulling his head completely off his length, "Use your tongue. Dangerous is only allowing people to use you like this so that you'll learn a few things. So learn to use your tongue. If you don't do it right, I'll shove your head back down," he smirked and thrust his hips a little bit. Ara mil tried to breathe through his nose as much as possible, letting his tongue slide along the length in his mouth. He felt so dirty being forced to service another man like thus, but it seemed to be his new place. As a whore for these conquerors. He tried not to cry as he kept running his tongue along it, trying to please this man. Ash groaned lightly and watched the beautiful male suckle on his length. It felt wonderful. Most women couldn't even get him off like this, "Very good. You should please Dag rather well," he smirked and rubbed the back of the boy's head, "Make sure not to forget my sac. Move your head off me and get below it," he instructed. Ash knew full well what Dangerous wanted by selling the boy off for a night. He wanted the boy to get a bit of experience. He sucked on it a bit and looked up at it. Even Ara mil AHD to admit that it felt good to have someone rubbing his head like this. He did as he was told, not wanting to be hurt again. He slid Ash out of his mouth and got below looking at his sack. Quickly and timidly he licked at it, not fully sure what to do with it. Ash smirked and resisted the urge to thrust his lips, "Very good," he commented as he felt the tongue licking and lapping at his sac. It had been a while since he'd had anyone do this to him. Seeing a beautiful boy down between his legs with his cock in his mouth was a good feeling. It didn't take long before he felt like he was going to lose his load, "Take it back in your mouth..." he didn't wait for the boy to do it on his own. He grabbed the silky hair and shoved the whole length down the even boy's throat. Ash knew that Ara mil would pull off, so he kept his hand on the back of his head and groaned as he shot off into the warm mouth. He yelped as he was grabbed by his hair and Ash's cock shoved back into his mouth. All of a sudden he felt Ash's body tighten, and then his mouth was filled with the warm salty taste. His eyes went wide, and he struggled before he realized he had to swallow if he did not want to choke! Trying not to gag, he started to swallow having his first taste of a man's cum. It felt wonderful. Ash could feel his seed sliding down the boy's throat. Panting softly, he made sure to get every last drop out before shoving the elf off him. The fact that he'd just got off meant that he was no longer all that interested in the prince. Ash had just wanted to get off and humiliate the even prince. Now that he'd done that, he was no longer seeing the beautiful boy as anything all that amazing. He'd had better blow jobs before, so this didn't feel as good as it had at first, "Get dressed. I'm bored with you now." He fell back, gasping and coughing as he tried to not spill a drop of the man's seed. He did not want to be beaten for failing to do so. Furthermore, he looked up weakly at Ash, tears welling in his eyes. Furthermore, he had just been used and then cast aside. Truly he was being made into the human's whore. Slowly he got dressed again in the humiliating slutty outfit. He was scared that his night was not yet over. Ash had paid for a full night and was trying to think of things that he could do with the boy. Now that he'd gotten his first release, he wasn't all that interested in the boy anymore. He couldn't take the boy's virginity, so that lowered the number of things they could do. After a moment of thinking, he got an idea. Ash wanted to see Ara mil cum. It wasn't fair for him to be the only one to get off after all, "Hmm mm... I want you to jerk yourself off. Get yourself good and hard. Lay out on the bed in front of me and do it. Just pull your pants down below your cock and rub it," he smiled and relaxed back on the pillows. Ara mil thought about saying something, but then he remembered the times he had been hit. Slowly he laid back and started to pull his pants down. He blushed softly as his small cock was revealed. He gripped it in his hand and slowly started to jerk himself off. Furthermore, he bites hit bottom lip, not wanting to let himself go in front of this man. Ash licked his lips as the boy's small cock was shown. Even women were always tight and deep. It was hard to imagine that a even woman could feel it when an even man was inside of her, "Very nice," Ash had a sick obsession with even people. He liked human women, but would never be with a human man. But gender didn't matter when it came to an elf for Ash. All of them were beautiful, and he found it rather arousing to see a fully grown male pull out a small, thin member. Groaning, he crawled over and between Ara mil's legs, "Beautiful," he moaned as he watched from a very close distance. Anytime he was a with an even male, he always made them stoke themselves and cum like this. Ash was known for taking young lovers, nothing too young, but he seemed to enjoy a body that looked underdeveloped. It made him feel more powerful, "Come on, Cutie, let it go. I know you want to. You're dripping with need. Let it go," he ran a finger through the precut that was forming on Ara mil's tip. Ara mil gasps as his breathing deepened. Ash could see he was getting very aroused, his sack had tightened. All of a sudden he arched his back and moaned as he came. He shivered for a few seconds lost in the pleasure, temporarily forgetting how he was being debased and used. "Good boy," he said with a smile as he saw the thin, white string shoot from the tip of prince's member. The fluid lightly coated the boy's stomach. Smiling still, he reached down and patted Ara mil's sac, making sure every drop got out, "There we go. That's better. Didn't that feel good?" There was little else Ash could think of to do with the small boy. He wasn't allowed to take the boy, so he had no more use for him, "Get cleaned up and go back to your master. I don't need you anymore," he'd go into town and find a whore to screw, or maybe just take one of Dangerous's other even slaves to bed with him. After all, he wasn't told to not take any of them, just not Ara mil. Ara mil lay there, his head bowed as he sobbed softly. Quietly he cleaned himself back up and then got redressed into the whore clothing he was forced to wear. He left the room starting the slow walk back to the man he was forced to call Master.

You Can't Do That, I'm A Prince! (Michi No Sora and Trippingsatyr)|rating:2.0

_Discipline is Crucial_ (closed)

"Discipline is Crucial"​Minimal been waiting in the otherwise empty hallway for nearly all of 6th period. She should have been in Advanced Chemistry. It was her last class of the day, and she was barely passing. Which was the reason she was in the hall, not in class. What is that you're saying? Makes no sense? Yeah, well, you don't know Mike yet. Today was Thursday. There was no school Friday. The was no school Monday either: Presidents' Day or some other old dead white men holiday. Mike didn't care why she had the day off. She only cared that it was a 4-day weekend. That her family had rented a massive cabin in Vale for Mike and her friends for the holiday. That she had a flight aboard a chartered jet that left in two hours. And that she wasn't about to miss a weekend of skiing, drinking, and fucking because some teacher told her she had to see the Headmaster about herattitudebefore she left for the day. The door down the hall opened. An older woman stuck her head out, looking the 19-year-old College Preparatory student up and down." Mickey, those shoes are a violation--""Yeah, yeah, Lois, I know," Mike cut in. She pushed away from the wall and headed eagerly toward the door. Her 4-inch spikes -- too tall, too narrow, too sexy -- clicked against the tile and echoed off the walls. "Is he available?" Lois stepped aside and gestured the student through. As she passed, Mike corrected, "And it's comic-key, like the mouse. It'seeker, without accent on the first..." Miki went silent and waved dismissively at the woman. Why was she explaining this to a secretary. Oh sure, Lois's desk placard said Executive Assistant. But the woman almost three times Mike's age was just a coffee server and general go-fer for the man Mike wanted desperately to see, and quickly." And your skirt is--"Mike cut in again, paraphrasing the private school's regulations which she rarely paid attention to. "Four inches too high. Skirts and dresses may have a lower hem line a max of two inches above the knee. Want to grab a ruler?"" Why are you like this?" Lois asked in a polite, soft tone. "You are intelligent and witty and were such a good student--""Before I grew tits and realized that I don't need what I'm learning here to get through life?" Mike cut in. She gestured impatiently toward the door. Lois reluctantly knocked softly and opened it. Mike said with a low sneer, "Fourteen more months of this. My trust fund becomes available. And the first thing I'm going to spend my money on is a weekend for you with a gigolo sporting a big cock. Would you like that, Lois?" The EA's eyes opened wide, and her face exploded red in embarrassment. She backed then spun, then returned to her desk in shock. She reminded herself that two more years of snotty little girls, and she could retire and get out of this place, too. Miki stepped inside the Headmaster's office. She closed the door behind her, leaning back against it. The man was on his cell phone with what sounded like a donor. Bryce Academy had once been a premiere private school for girls. But the Great Recession and the loss of fortunes amongst many of its donor families had been tough on the school most simply called Bryce. It had lost a quarter of its student body in the past decade. Worse yet, it had had to supplement its falling numbers with troublesome types. Like Mike. Her father had been writing big checks to Bryce over his daughter's 8 years here. They had covered the standard tuition, room, board, and other required fees due for any student, good or bad. They'd also included what amounted to bribery meant to cover for his daughters constant antics. Mike first antics had occurred while she was participating in Bryce's Advanced Placement High School Completion Program. Smoking pot had been the first incident. And the second. And third. The fourth had been streaking naked across campus in the light of day with only a Halloween mask on. (The mask had worked, but Mike had announced her streak beforehand and more than 60 cell phones had caught the act. Within seconds, she was all over Facebook, Instagram, YouTube and a dozen other social media sites.) Then the antics became highly inappropriately sexual. She'd been accused of sucking a 23-year-old Office Assistant's cock to get him to change her grades in the computer. She had, of course. But there'd been no proof. (The OA, of course, was let go.) She'd introduced the Dean of Science's daughter to the wonders of lesbian love. It hadn't been the sex that got Mike in trouble. It had been filming the encounter and blackmailing the Dean. Yes, you guessed it, Mike wanted a better grade on her Physics final exam. (As with the OA, the embarrassed Dean and his disgraced daughter are no longer at Bryce, but daddy's money had allowed Mike to remain.) There had been numerous rumors of drug sales and distribution. Of theft of valuable jewelry, phones, and computers. Of vandalism. Of more taboo sex. But, there had never been anything that would get Mike and her daddy's money kicked out of her second Program at Bryce, the Post-Secondary College Preparatory Program. (The PSCPP. Most of the girls in it, all above 18 and some as old as 22, were problem children like Mike. And most of them had parents with big, BIG money. Which was why they joked that PSCPP stood for "Papa Send Cash, Pretty Please.")" Good to see you, Mike," the Headmaster said. He gestured her to a chair opposite him at the desk. Miki was happy to hear the man pronounce her name correctly. Well, she'd expected it. They had these little get-togethers four or five times a month. Although school policy forbade it, Mike sometimes called him by his given name in private, just to imply a more intimate relationship between them. There wasn't one, of course. But in truth, Mike was pretty sure that if she were to offer herself to the 'Master', he'd take her in a heart beat. But really? He was old. Old enough to be her father and maybe even her grandfather, she wasn't entirely sure. And he was stuffy. Or seemed to be. Just the type Bryce liked to keep up their image. But then, he was very handsome. And fit, for his age anyway. Mike had seen him in the school's gym during Staff Hours (when no students were supposed to be about). He was just the kind of man Mike would be happy to part her thighs for. But, so far, she hadn't had to. Daddy's money had always saved the day. And it always would. No, Mike would have to have one helluva good reason to take the Headmaster's old shriveled up cock into her tight, girlish pussy. Little did she know that that reason was upon her. Mike Johnson ! The name had come to both haunt and taunt Julian Lockwood, headmaster of Bryce Academy. Julian was quite familiar with Miss Johnson academic record. Mike had begun her career at Bryce as an outstanding student but as the years at Bryce passed her grades plummeted until her over all GPA was a disgraceful 2.2. Yet that was not the only problem, for with Mike’s plummeting grades, came disciplinary problems as well. Julian should have long sense expelled the girl yet father, Reed Johnson, had made it financially benefit for Julian and Bryce to keep Mike on. That was until Mike’s last escapade when Reed Johnson had declared that Mike was on her own, and he would not spend another cent on bailing her out, after all she was 19, a young woman, not a child. Julian’s train of thought was interrupted as he heard that last of Mike’s conversation with his Executive Assistant. "Fourteen more months of this. My trust fund becomes available. And the first thing I'm going to spend my money on is a weekend for you with a gigolo sporting a big cock. Would you like that, Lois?" There was no mistaking the condescending note in the girl’s voice. Julian drew a deep breath. He watched behind tented hands as Mike sauntered into his office. He could not help but notice the stiletto heels, and the skirt that was at least twice as high above her knees that the school dress code allowed." Good to see you, Mike,"The often practiced ritual began again as usual. Julian gestured her to a chair opposite him at the desk. His desk was as it always was, a picture of his estranged wife glowering out from the picture frame, there was not a perfect marriage, but it had lasted. Julian smiled at Mike, as this was to be their last meeting. Julian Lockwood dropped his hands, his dark hazel eyes met Mike’s. As always he was impeccably dressed, there was a touch of sliver at his temples and his close-cropped tawny copper hair was neatly groomed.“Miss Johnson at the end of the semester you will be expelled from Bryce Academy. That will allow you four weeks to find another school if that is your desire.” Julian knew well that one of the conditions of Mike’s trust fund was that she had to graduate and Mike was far from having the required credits and the prospects of another school accepting her at 19 and with her record was slim at best.“That is all Miss Johnson.” Mike smiled at Julian’s declaration of her ejection from Bryce. She was waiting for the Headmaster to do as he always did in these circumstances. Tell her to report the news to her father. Give Daddy a day or two to formulate another donation to or equipment purchase for the school Wait for him to send the check. Cash it and go on with life until Mike’s next offense. But then Julian simply dismissed her. He had never done that before It had been so quick that it took Mike a moment to even begin contemplating the situation. Hell, he hadn’t even taken the usual time to let his gaze fall to her young, firm bosom, the nipples of which were more than obvious with the lack of a bra behind the uniform’s thin cloth. Miki’s little smirk faded slowly. She sat up taller in her chair, only causing her B cups to become even more obvious. “What are you saying?” She listened to his response. Then Mike began to panic. “You don’t want me to call my father? To let him…?” Miki didn't finish. The Headmaster was serious. He was kicking her out. He couldn’t do that. Furthermore, he couldn’t kick her out. Mike had to finish Bryce. Her future depended on it. The future of her money depended on it. If she didn’t finish PSCPP, the full cash payout from her trust became a monthly allowance instead. And Mike simply couldn't survive on a measly $5,000 a month. How could anyone be expected to survive on just five grand a month? It was inhumane! Miki asked why this was happening, beyond the fact that she deserved to be expelled. The Headmaster would either explain the deal between him and her father or he wouldn’t. Didn’t matter. Mike knew she was fucked. Unless. She had slumped back into her chair again as they’d talked. Now she sat back tall again, emphasizing her bosom again as she smiled to Julian. Mike had heard that the Headmaster’s wife hadn’t been seen on campus in weeks. She had a number of sources for that and believed it to be totally accurate. She’d also heard that the Headmaster had some sexual quirks. But those were only third and fourth hand rumors. Mii rarely out much faith in such gossip, but in this case she was desperate. So she took a chance.“Mister Lockwood,” Mike began with a tone that suddenly made her sound six years younger that her actual age of 19. She flashed him a wide grin. “I’ve been a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished. But. Isn’t there something else we could consider?” Julian Lockwood had waited a very long time to take Miss Mike Johnson to task, to burst her little bubble in which she could buy her way out of any situation. Julian smugly watched as the realization slowly dawn on Mike that he was quite serious, that this time she would truly be expelled. The headmaster of Bryce watched as Mike slumped in her chair obviously chest fallen at this sudden an unsuspected turn of events. He watched as Mike drew herself up in the chair and leaned slightly forward. He noticed how her firm young breasts strained against the thing material of her school blouse. IT was quite obvious, as her nipples were quite obvious, that Mike had not bothered with a bra today. What a little tease Julian thought.“Mister Lockwood,” Miki’s voice had taken on the note of a little girl lost, of a frighten child suddenly beyond her depths. “I’ve been a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished. But Isn’t there something else we could consider?” Julian noticed the little pout that bowed Mike’s moist ripe lips, and the slow come hither look in her soft eyes. Her short little skirt had ridden up her long sculptured legs and now barely covered her panty clad pussy. Julian eyes were glazed with a forbidden lust he was tempted to take advantage of the situation. No….no…he couldn't, he was Headmaster of Bryce Academy, it was wrong! And yet as his mind rejected the temptation that Mike presented he found himself speaking,“Yes Miss Johnson you have been a very naughty young lady, and you do deserve to be punished.” The tip of Julian’s tongue slid across the bow of his lips. He pushed his chair back from his desk and his dark hazel eyes met Mike’s.“Come here young lady!” For the first time there was a harsh note of command in the Headmaster’s voice as he crooked his finger beckoning Mike to come to him.“Lay across my lap Miss Johnson!” Julian Lockwood held his breath as he waited to see if the rebellious head strong Miss would swallow her pride for the moment and do as she was commanded. “Yes Miss Johnson you have been a very naughty young lady, and you do deserve to be punished.” Just the use of the word naughty caused Mike's heart to skip a beat. The Headmaster pushed back from his desk and demanded,"Come here young lady!” He curled his finger in invitation, adding,“Lay across my lap Miss Johnson!”Oh, Jesus! Christ Almighty, it was true! Bryce Academy Headmaster Julian Lockwood was a spanner! Miki wasn't sure where the rumor had begun. She hadn't given it must credibility when first she'd heard it. So she had neither believed it nor followed up the tale. But here it was. Here he was! Demanding that Mike lay over his knee so that he could spank her! Oh my God! And then suddenly Mike found herself questioning whether she could go through with it. What had she been thinking? This was it. Of course. She'd thought Julian would spank her. She'd thought Julian would want to spank her. It was the whole reason she'd taken this path. So, why was she now hesitating? Miki pushed her lower lip out in a pout and diverted her eyes to the floor. She asked with almost a whimper, "Do I have to, Mister Lockwood. I don't want to get spanked. Isn't there something else? I could stand in the corner. Or write 'I will be a good girl' a hundred times on the dry-erase board." But the educator was insistent. And still looking at the floor, Mike stood, hesitated, and came around the desk. Her hands clasped the opposite arms just below the elbow. It was meant to look protective in nature. But honestly, the body posture was intended to push her breasts together, making them even more conspicuous to the teacher's hungry eyes. Miki hesitated before Julian a moment, until he urged her to follow his instructions. She glanced up to his face with sorrowful eyes. Her bottom lip quivered. When her gaze fell to his groin again, Julian's erection was obvious. So obvious. So fucking obvious! She tried to hide her delighted smirk but couldn't. Her lips spread a bit before she got control of them, pouting again as she began to take the position." Excuse me," she said in a whisper as she reached her left hand in between Julian's thighs to grasp the front of his padded wooden chair. Her wrist was so close to his gonads that a little nudge inward would have put them in contact. If that wasn't suggestive enough, though, as she lay across Julian's lap, the fore of her right arm laid right down across his lap, right atop his rock hard cock." I'm sorry I was bad," Mike said as she pressed her arm firmly upon the Headmaster's erection. "I deserve this. Please, punish me as you see fit." Julian savored the shock that he saw in Mike’s soft dark eyes. The headmaster of Bryce Academy was well that Miss Mike Johnson was used to being in charge by the very virtue of her father’s money and influence. It seemed that now the Headmaster was not swayed by her father’s power. Could he her own father be the author of her downfall? Julian loved this moment of power as Mike hesitated then slowly the stunning young beauty slowly rose from her seat her soft eyes demurely down cast. "Do I have to, Mister Lockwood. I don't want to get spanked. Isn't there something else? I could stand in the corner. Or write 'I will be a good girl' a hundred times on the dry-erase board." It was not the first time that Julian had seen the little girl pout but this time the stern look that Mike saw let the young beauty now that the headmaster was quite serious. Slowly Mike came to him, his eyes boldly taking in every luscious curve of Mike’s gorgeous young body. The way her hips seductively swayed, the way her arms crossed just under her firm young breasts, thrusting them up and out as if Mike was offering them to him. Julian’s lecherous eyes savored the way that Mike’s sheer knee-high hose and stiletto heels accentuated the sensual curve of her calves. His eyes rose to take in the creamy silken skin of Mike’s thighs. God, he wanted her. "Excuse me, ……. I'm sorry I was bad…….. I deserve this. Please, punish me as you see fit." Miki seductively cooed as she lay across her Headmaster’s lap her arm suggestively pressed to his growing erection.“Have no fear Miss I shall do exactly that.” S he spoke Julian Lockwood took the helm of Mike’s school uniform and slowly drew it up and flipped it up and over the small of the young girl’s back to reveal that she wore nothing but a scandalous Lacey thong. Julian smiled as he hooked his thumbs into the wicked garments waist band then slowly drew them down over the swell of Mike’s hips, down the long sculptured column of her legs until they cascaded down Mike’s legs to bunch around her trim little ankles. Julian’s fingertips trailed across the firm alabaster curve of Mike’s firm little derrière. Then suddenly without warning his hand came down, struck Mike’s bare little derrière with a resoundingCRACK.“Repent young ladies say Thank you Strand maintains the count Miss Johnson.” Julian paused a moment studying the crimson print of his hand on Mike’s creamy alabaster skin.“ Your punishment will be ten of my best. Shall we begin Miss Johnson.” Julian’s hand came down again. The force of his blow set Mike’s firm little ass jiggling.“That was one Miss Johnson.” The Headmaster paused a moment giving Mike a chance to do as he had commanded as she hesitated he warned her.“If you lose count or hesitate to long we will start over again as ONE Miss”. By the time Julian reached four, his hand dipped between Mike’s thighs his finger running the length of her sweet little pussy. Then his hand came down again to set Mike’s now crimson ass jiggling. SMACK! Miki's body tensed from skull to toes as Julian's flattened hand came down upon one of her butt cheeks. She gave out a little cry. It was a sincere sound: the slap did, in fact, hurt. Her first thought was why some women, or men for that matter, liked being spanked as a part of sexual interaction. It fucking hurt!“That was one Miss Johnson.”" One, sir," Mike said with a weak whine, feigned unlike the earlier cry. "Thank you, sir."“If you lose count or hesitate too long we will start over again as ONE Miss”.SMACK! The result of the second slap was the same: tense, cry, relax. "Two, sir. Thank you, sir."SMACK!SMACK! Miki's cries of pain got a bit more intense. So did her count and thanks. The former were real. The pain in her butt cheeks was increasing. The latter was feigned. Mike had always been good at faking sounds for men who wanted to here something in particular from her. That was particularly true when they wanted to believe she was enjoying their cock in or mouth on her pussy, when no such ecstasy was impending. But all together, her tone and volume with Julian, whether real or feigned, could very well have been mistaken for those of a young child being duly punished, as was her intent. Then, Mike felt something new. Julian's free hand had been resting on the back of her thigh while the other punished her. But now, it had slid higher between her thighs. Toward her pussy. To her pussy. Onto her pussy. She tensed up again as Julian's finger began sliding over and through her sensitive folds. SMACK!" Five, sir!" she repeated. As Julian's finger became more active, Mike arched her back in an effort to push her pussy toward his fingers. As the pleasure intensified, she spoke with a slightly begging tone. "Thank you sir."SMACK! Miki performed her duty as directed. But this time she did more. She slid the arm pressing upon Julian's lap back until her hand found his cock. SMACK! She began massaging Julian's cock through his slacks and underwear. Mike's lower body was beginning to move rhythmically with the man's touch upon her. The slapping of her ass may have been painful. SMACK! But the pleasure between them was becoming incredible. Julian truly knew how to touch a woman. And Mike was certain that by the time they reached the tenth slap, she just might cum from--There was a loud knock on the door. Mike had never moved to quick, leaping from Julian's lap. She started to back away, intent on returning to her chair. But her thong was wrapped about her ankles. Mike lost her balance and toppled backwards, landing on the couch against the wall." Headmaster Lockwood, are you alright in there?" It was Lois, of course. Mike knew she couldn't get the thong up and in place quickly. She ripped the panties down past her heels. Standing and rushing to her chair, she threw them at Julian. "Hide them!" Just then the door opened. Lois stuck her head inside. Just then, Mike slapped her open palm hard upon the desk. Looking at Julian, she hollered, "It's not fair! My grades aren't that bad." She slapped her hand down again. It wasn't exactly the same sound made by the Headmaster's hand upon her ass. But Mike hoped it was enough to fool the elderly Assistant. She slapped it down again. "It's just not fair!" CRACK. "Two, sir. Thank you, sir." Miki gasped her sweet angelic voice tinged with the pain that radiated through the young beauty’s pert little derrière. Julian smiled as the girls creamy ivory skin slow turned crimson and grew warm to his touch, the print of his hand clearly visible on that sweet firm flesh. Mike's cries of pain became a bit more intense with each blow of her headmaster’s hand, as did her count and thanks. Julian loved the little gasp that escaped from Mike’s moist ripe lips as his finger toyed and teased her moist pussy. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Julian’s hand came down again and again as Mike announced each blow and thanked her Headmaster for it. Yet something had definitely had changed as this little trouble maker squirmed on his lap. As Mike pert little derrière seemed to rise in anticipation of the next blow, as if begging for it. The way the little minx, rubbed his cock with her arm. Julian smiled as the sweet musky scent of Mike’s growing arousal filled his nostrils. The thought of making this stunning young beauty cum from his spanking alone excited Julian Lockwood Headmaster of Bryce Academy. "Headmaster Lockwood, are you alright in there?" That voice, the soft but insistent knocking at the door broke the spell. It was Lois, of course. Mike knew she couldn't get the thong up and in place quickly. She ripped the panties down past her heels. Standing and rushing to her chair, she threw them at Julian. "Hide them!" Julian’s eyes met Mike’s as he slipped her panties into the top draw of his desk just as Mike scurried back to the chair across from her headmaster as the door opened and Lois stuck her head inside. "It's not fair! My grades aren't that bad." Miki petulantly declared as she slapped her hand down on his desk with a soundtrack. Julian had to admit that Mike Johnson was if nothing else a very quick-witted young lady. Mike little performance continued for Lois’s benefit. She slapped her hand down again. "It's just not fair!"“SIT DOWN Miss Jonson!” Julian Lockwood’s voice was stern commanding and the look in his eyes told Mike he was in no mood for any of her antics. He then turned to his Executive Assistant.“ Lois I do not appreciate being interrupted when I am disciplining a student.” The scarlet blush that kissed Lois’s cheeks indicated that she knew exactly what was going on behind the Headmaster’s oaken doors. The woman flushed a deeper shade of crimson as she turned on her heel closing the door behind her. The mood had been broken and Julian knew it. Yet he was not through with Mike yet. The idea of making her cum by a spanking alone had captured his imagination.“I shall let you consider your behavior over the long weekend Miss Johnson.” Again there was a stern commanding note to her Headmaster’s voice one that Mike had never heard before. One that she might never have suspected that he was capable of.“I shall see you at the end of the school day on Tuesday…………..” Julian paused for just a moment before he added.“We have not completed your punishment yet, Miss Johnson.” When Mike had stormed out of his office and slammed the door behind her Julian drew her ripped panties from his desk draw and inhaled deeply before slipping them back into the draw. A wicked smile bowed his lips he was far from being through with this rebellious young Miss. It was indeed a long weekend that seemed to drag on as vision of Mike’s firm, crimson, and naked little derrière danced before Julian’s mind’s eye. He could hardly wait for his next meeting with Mike, and he would make sure that Lois would not interrupt them again. “Lois I do not appreciate being interrupted when I am disciplining a student.” Miki's back was to the woman at the door. She couldn't tell whether the Executive Assistant was buying the act. Lois's retreat without comment only muddied the waters. Mike suspected that the older woman wouldn't have called out her boss right then and there if she'd thought something untoward had been taking place. Then again, maybe she'd bought Mike's cover hook, line, and sinker.“I shall let you consider your behavior over the long weekend Miss Johnson.”" Thank you, sir," Mike said. She stuck her lip out again for a moment, then smiled just a bit.“I shall see you at the end of the school day on Tuesday ... We have not completed your punishment yet, Miss Johnson."" Yes, sir," she said, again extending her lower lip. She stood, instantly feeling the change of blow flow through her spanked flesh. She went to the door but didn't immediately open it. Furthermore, she stepped one foot a bit farther outward, parting her thighs. Leaning to look back at her bum, Mike lifted her skirt high, exposing nearly all of her ass, half of which was obviously redder than the rest. She suspected that her pose also gave Julian a bit of a glimpse of the swollen, wet folds between her thighs, too. She looked back at him with that pouting expression. Then, smirking devilishly, she repeated for the last time, "Thank you sir." The weekend didn't go as Mike had expected. In some ways it turned out to be better. In others not so much. A total of fourteen invited guests stayed at least one or more of the four nights. The guests included Mike's friends, family, lovers, former lovers, and prospective lovers. She partook of and enjoyed her share of the ecstasy manifesting within the massive log cabin. But it wasn't nearly as enjoyable as she'd hoped. Miki's mind was almost constantly coming back to Bryce Academy. Not on the school alone. Not on the Headmaster alone. Not on the spanking the latter had given her alone. No. Her mind was on how she was going to keep Julian Lockwood from booting her out of the school. Mike was pretty sure that letting him spank her occasionally wasn't going to do it. She was even pretty sure that letting him finger her wasn't going to do it. Fucking her occasionally? Yeah, probably. Sucking his cock? That had worked very well for her in the past with other men. But this wasn't about improving a grade to a level she didn't deserve. Or getting her out of charges from another sex or drug charge. This was life changing. This was about her fortune. About her trust fund. She was going to have to come up with something a bit more unique for Julian Lockwood. Something no one else could provide him. Sunday night, Mike's last evening in Vale before flying back to school, she found the answer. Or, at least, she hoped. She was flat on her back, moaning in ecstasy to the incredible tongue work of a young woman she'd only just met named Amy. And Amy, well, she made Mike think of Amy. No, not that Amy. Amy Harding. Amy Harding was a Bryce Academy classmate, who -- like the young thing eating out Mike's pussy now -- would do just about anything she was asked or told to maintain a close relationship to Bryce's most infamous student." That's it," Mike moaned, thinking about Amy Harding. The other Amy misunderstood, asking, "Up and down like that?" Miki didn't immediately understand the question. No why it had been asked. Once she did, she only responded, "Sure." She lay there contemplating the various girls at Bryce that she could get involved in her little plot with Julian. The other Amy (with her mouth beginning to go numb) inquired as to how close Mike was. Mike used her hands and legs to eject the young woman from between her thighs." It's not happening," she told the now unimportant Amy. Mike looked to the naked man laying beside them. He'd been masturbating as he watched the pair go at it. Mike rose to don a robe and leave. She told this Amy, "Get yourself some cock. I have to think." Miki made her way to a deck to look out upon the mountains. The cabin had a spectacular view. There were virtually no houses or artificial lights between it and the otherwise dark mountains. It was cold out but there was no wind. Mike stood there for a long moment, contemplating her return to Bryce. Then she recalled how the Headmaster had fingers her so skillfully. Reaching down between her own thighs -- and ignoring the two couples nearby watching her -- Mike drove her already excited body to orgasm. Then, after regaining her composure, she returned to her bed where the satiated couple had already gone to sleep in one another's arms. Julian had played out the scene over and over again in his mind. He heard himself saying“I shall let you consider your behavior over the long weekend Miss Johnson.” Miki’s pouty little chastened"Thank you, sir,"Again his own voice so commanding, so forceful,“I shall see you at the end of the school day on Tuesday ... We have not completed your punishment yet, Miss Johnson."" Yes, sir,"This time Mike gave him a coquettish come hither smile as she struck a seductive pose and slowly raised the helm of her school skirt above her slender waist, exposing nearly all of her pert little derrière, half of which was obviously redder than the rest. That seductive pose gave Julian a bit of a glimpse of the swollen, wet folds between Mike’s thighs as well. Then Mike smirked devilishly and cooed seductively, "Thank you sir." It was perhaps the tenth time Julian Lockwood had reviled the events of the afternoon and his resentment of his Executive Assistant interruption grew each time he had relived those events. As Julian was brooding over the day’s events his wife Gloria was insistently babbling about one of her girlfriends’ low light husbands. Julian hands knotted by his sides, his eyes, narrowed, and he hissed,“For God’s sake Gloria SHUT UP!” Julian was gritting his teeth as he continued.“I really don’t give a damn about that cow. If I was freed I would have left her years ago.”“You Beast!!” Gloria sobbed.“I am going to Mother’s and taking dear Susan with me. When you have come to your senses call me.”“Don’t hold your breath Gloria!” Julian shot back. That was Friday night and the Headmaster of Bryce Academy had spent the long weekend with a bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey and the memory of Mike Johnson’s gorgeous young body squirming so deliciously on his lap as he spanked her. Julian Smiled as he anticipated his meeting with Miss Mike Johnson on Tuesday. Early on Monday evening Julian was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. He rose from the couch, belted his robe, and ran his hand over the three-day stubble as he hadn’t bothered to shave.“Coming.” Julian wondered who the hell call was at this hour. Despite it being a weekend day -- okay, MLK, Jr., Monday, but what the diff'? -- Mike was standing at the Headmaster's door in Vernon-standard standard school uniform. She gave Julian a sly smile. Then, without invitation, simply walked into the home he shared with his wife. She'd been misinformed that he and his wife were estranged. She had no idea that dropping in on past Friday, she would have been met by Gloria Lockwood." Nice place," she said as she walked through it. She didn't mean it, of course. The on campus homes provided to the Chief Administration Staff were old and stuffy. Like most of the Chief Administration Staff. Old style, old colors, old, old, old. Mike liked glass and stainless steel and lots of lights and electronics. Though she knew it not to be true, she asked with an obviously disapproving tone, "Wifey decorate this?" She glanced over her shoulder at Julian. Her expression was, what, challenging? Insubordinate? Both maybe. Mike looked away and continued onward to the next room. Her hips and buttocks swayed and shifted a bit more dramatically than was natural. Occasionally she would reach a finger out to toy with something. She would glance back to the Headmaster as he trailed behind her, ensuring that he was still there. In the living room, Mike reached out to play with a little statuette. It tilted on its base and toppled over harmlessly onto the couch. She only glances back to Julian and said, "Oops." She looked him up and down hungrily for the first time. It was a slow survey. A conspicuous survey. She flashed him a devilish smirk. "Where's the kitchen?" Once there, Mike began opening drawers and cabinets. She even opened both doors of the fridge. And she left them open. Wide open! Each one that she touched. She didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular. She just seemed to be, well, being a little brat. Occasionally she found things that were phallic in nature: a bunch of bananas on the counter, a cucumber in the fridge. Or things that would cause sound and pain if used to spank: a spatula, a large wooden stirring spoon." What's in here?" she asked. She swung open a pair of louver doors to find a pantry and storage space. She disappeared from Julian's sight for a moment. But there was no doubt she was in there. Boxes and cans tumbled. Glass bottles tipped over but did not break. Well, no at first. There was a crashing sound of some sort of glass container. Mike emerged to hold her fingertips to her pursed lips. With mocked concern, she said, "Oops, again." When she stepped out into Julian's full view this time, Mike was carrying an as-of-yet unused spool of rope, still in its plastic shrink wrap. She looked Julian's way and began ripping away the plastic. She asked with a suggestive tone and expression, "Where's the bedroom?" Before she left the kitchen, Mike snatched an impressive butcher's knife from a block on the counter. Just the way she brandished it made it appear as if she knew her way around blades. Again, she found the next room on her self-guided tour. Even before the trailing Julian entered the room, Mike had shed her uniform blouse. She tossed it aside and turned to face the Headmaster. Her perfectly pert B cups were adorned by nipples hardened by the chill in the air and the sexual excitement of the taboo situation. Miki's eyes were set firmly upon Julian as she turned the knife in her hand. She lifted it to shoulder height, then sunk the tip of it into the wooden footboard of his and his wife's king-sized bed. She smiled to him as she unrolled one end of the rope. Skillfully, Mike tied a knot in it and wrapped it around her wrist. The bedroom had cathedral ceilings with horizontal support beams spanning from wall to wall at an 8-foot height. She tossed the spooled end of the rope over one of the beams. Retrieving the knife, she cut the rope, then sunk the knife into the bed's frame again. She tied a second knot in the second end and slipped it over her second wrist." I've been a bad girl, Headmaster," Mike said. She began rolling each of her wrists, causing the looping rope to lift her arms upwards. She got to the point where she could just grasp the rope with in her clenched fingers. With a tone that was somehow both childish and suggestive at the same time, Mike said, "I think I need to be punished." When he had opened his door Mike was standing there in her customary stiletto heels Andon-standard standard school uniform. As usual the spoiled young Miss swept by her Headmaster into his home into his private domain a sly little smile bowing her moist ripe lips. "Nice place, ………. Wifey decorate this?" There was no mistaking Mike condescending and mocking tone to her sugar sweet angelic voice. The young beauty gave Julian a haughty, challenging look over her shoulder. It was if she was challenging him daring him. Daring him to do what, Julian wondered. Mike trailed a single finger over the back of furnished, as she sauntered from room to room. In the living room she deliberately tipped over a little statuette, and teasingly gasped, OopsAs Mike wandered through the house there were several occasions where she had teasingly gaspedOopsagain. Julian had not spoken, he gave no discernible reaction to Mike’s little provocations. When they reached the kitchen and pantry Mike actually broke a jar her fingers pressed to her pouting lips.Oops, again. Then Mike turned to her Headmaster and cooed, "Where's the bedroom?" Miki’s behavior was becoming more outrageous, as she tried ever harder to illicit a response from Julian. The young girl now had a knife and rope. Julian arched his eyebrow as Mike continued her search for the bedroom. Once Mike found it things began to move very quickly. She stripped off her blouse bearing her poet firm breast to him. Then Mike smiled to him as she unrolled one end of the rope. Skillfully, Mike tied a knot in it and wrapped it around her wrist. The bedroom had cathedral ceilings with horizontal support beams spanning from wall to wall at an 8-foot height. She tossed the spooled end of the rope over one of the beams. Retrieving the knife, she cut the rope, then sunk the knife into the bed's frame again. She tied a second knot in the second end and slipped it over her second wrist. "I've been a bad girl, Headmaster, I think I need to be punished." Miki stood there bare chested her hands over her head taunting Julian.“Yes Miss Johnson I do believe you need to be punished.” Julian knew well that Mike had set the scene to tempt him to be the one in charge. Oh, yes Miss Mike Johnson needed to be punished and taught a lesion at the same time. Julian turned on his heel and went to the dresser where he drew several silk scarves from a drawer then returned to where Miki was pretending to be bound.“Miss Johnson if your wrist is bound with rope it will bare your wrists.” Julian freed Mike’s right wrist folded a scarf into along two inch wide strip he wrapped and looped it around the girl’s wrist then tied it to the rope. He then warped Mike’s left wrist and tied the rope to it.“Now for a little adjustment Mike.” He pressed his body to hers let Mike feel his ridged cock pressed to her belly. Reaching high he tied a knot and very soon Mike’s hands were truly stretched above her head to the point the young beauty was balancing on her toes.“Shall we start at one again Miss Johnson,” It was not so much a question as a statement of fact. SMACK The first threes blows came in rapid succession. Again as Mike’s crimson derrière jiggled so sensually after the fourth blow Julian’s singer lid along the length of Mike’s labia. SMACK This time when Julian’s finger dipped between Mike’s thighs he rolled her little clit beneath the pad of his finger.“My you are such a naughty young lady Miss Johnson.” SMACK Another blow, and again his finger dips to tease and torment Mike. Julian Lockwood had every intention to keep up Mike’s punishment until the young girl came from her spanking and that was just the beginning of the evening that Julian now contemplated for this willful young beauty. (IOC: For anyone following out story who is in education, don't be offended by one particular line below. It's a young woman's perception of education. I have been a teacher, and I am now an administrator. So, it is self-mocking.)“Yes Miss Johnson I do believe you need to be punished.” Miki didn't honestly know what to expect next. She wasn't the type to put herself in such a vulnerable position. Girls and young woman all around her were being sexually abused, even raped. Mike didn't blame them, of course: she blamed the abusers and rapists. But the first thought that came to her mind each time she heard of another victim or even rumors of such, her first thought had always been 'Did she leave herself vulnerable, open to such horror?'. Mike never drank or did drugs around men she couldn't trust or in situations or places where such could happen to her. And yet here she was, tying her own half naked body up in the home of a much older man who liked to spank 'little girls'. What the fuck was she doing?? It was irrational, believing that no harm -- SERIOUS harm -- would come to her at this man's hands. She didn't know him. Not really. He was just a stuffy school administrator. A glorified teacher. Not even that. What was that saying? 'Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. Those who can't teach, administrate.' But Mike didn't believe that Julian would hurt her. Not in THAT way, anyway. This was just sex games, not sex abuse. Wasn't it? Either way, it was happening. And Mike had made it happen. And she was going to do it the way she always did everything: with full commitment. She tightened her grasp of the ropes encircling her wrists. She hadn't really thought out the bindings. They hurt. She'd seen the rope, noticed the home's construction style, and recalled having seen photos online of women in such positions being spanked, whipped, and of course pleasured. Mike was tickled pink when Julian crossed with the scarves. She presumed he had a better way. He rewrapped her wrists. He even explained it was to make her more comfortable. Well, actually, he didn't. He said it was to hide any marks. She had school tomorrow. Couldn't very well return to school from a four-day weekend looking like she'd spent the time as she was about to now, could she. When Julian pressed up against Mike, she felt the taller man's erection press against her smooth, flat belly. Even with his slacks on, she could feel the firmness of his cock. And the size. She'd felt it before, of course. Slumped over his lap being spanked. He was big, though she wasn't yet sure how big. At least seven inches. Maybe nine. She'd had bigger. She hadn't ENJOYED bigger. The monster cock she'd had in her last year had unfortunately been attached to a guy who didn't know how to use it. It hadn't been in her again, obviously. Miki thought Julian was pressing his member to her to let her know what was coming next. But what came next was the sudden up thrust of her body. The Headmaster skillfully pulled the ropes tighter. And Mike suddenly found herself standing on her toes! Her feet had already been apart enough to open her thighs to Julian. To make available to him the pussy he'd fondled days earlier. But now Mike's weight was supported not by her feet flat on the floor but by her stretching toes and the hands grasping at the softer feeling scarves.“Shall we start at one again Miss Johnson,” And the spanking began. SMACK! Miki's body tensed from tippy-toes to grasping fingertips. It felt so different from that first time. In Julian's office, laying across his groin. She felt so, what? Vulnerable? No. She'd already decided Julian wouldn't hurt her beyond what he found sexually stimulating for either of them. Or both of them. No, this was something different." One, sir!" she began counting, knowing Julian would expect it again. Her body began to relax. "Thank you, sir."SMACK! The second spank came so quickly after the first. Mike barely got out her words of 'gratitude' for the attitude adjustment before she again felt her ass being jostled by the hard hitting palm and fingers." Two, sir!" Mike tightened her grasp on the scarves preparing for more. Her buttocks were beginning to sting already. Was he spanking her harder? Or was it the binding? The upright posture? "Thank you, sir."SMACK!" Three, sir!" In his office, the spanks had all been to one butt cheek for the most part. But this time around, Julian was distributing the punishment to both halves of Mike's beautiful derrière. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was what felt different. "Thank you, sir."SMACK!" Four, sir!" Mike's grasp of the scarves were digging her moderately long nails into her palms. She loosed her grip a bit, altering it until it was more comfortable. Then, suddenly, there it was! Julian's spanking hand had been resting upon her stinging flesh after each slap. But after the fourth, his fingers slid between her thighs and found her pussy. The ease with which his fingers moved about her labia told Mike that she was already sopping wet. She tensed again, but for a far different reason that reaction to pain. She tried to part her feet further. Tried to open herself to Julian's touch. But she was already essentially dangling from the rafter on her tippy-toes. She wasn't going any--SMACK! Julian had pulled his hand back suddenly and spanked her again. And that was when it occurred to Mike. Why it felt so different. It wasn't the upright posture. It wasn't the bindings. Furthermore, it wasn't the equal distribution of punishment across the beautiful ass cheeks that her male (and even some female) classmates found themselves entranced by on a daily basis. It was domination. Mike wasn't just in a vulnerable situation. She wasn't just tied up. She was being dominated. Julian was in charge. Julian had control. Julian could do anything to, with, or for Mike that he desired. And that was what was different. Mike had never in her life been in this position. She'd always been in control of her life. Total control. With lovers. With friends. With classmates. Even with her parents. And yet here she was now, under the Headmaster's total control. Dominated."FIVE, sir!" she called out with more volume and emphasis. "THANK you, sir." Again, Julian's hand slipped between her thighs. He wet his fingers in her folds and found her clit. She tried to move her body to match the movement of his digits but couldn't. She was at his control. His total control. And it was. And it was. And it was so fucking stimulating.“My you are such a naughty young lady Miss Johnson.”" I AM, sir!" she called out to him. Then, as if to ensure that Julian didn't stop too soon, she reminded him, "That was five, sir."SMACK!"SIX, sir!" Mike was getting lost in the alternating pain and pleasure. "THANK you, sir!"SMACK!"SEVEN, sir!" The difference between the two was almost becoming incomprehensible. "THANK you, sir!"SMACK!"EIGHT!" Each time, Julian slipped his fingers back between her legs. Each time it was for a bit longer. And each time, the pleasure was so much more intense. As was Mike's desperation for those fingers to remain where they were. The spanking was intensifying the young woman's pleasure. No, not the pain itself. The domination. She'd never known such a feeling in her life. "EIGHT, sir. THANK you, sir!"SMACK!"NINE, sir! THANK you, sir! ONE MORE, sir!" Mike didn't know she was saying the words until they came out of her mouth. And to be honest, she didn't know why she'd said them. Did she want more spankings? Or did she want them to end so that he could concentrate on the other part of what he was doing?SMACK!"TEN! THANK YOU, sir! ONE MORE, sir!" Mike had intended to speak THOSE words, though. She didn't want him to stop yet. The pleasure his fingers were giving her clitoris was incredible. But Mike was afraid that a major constituent to that pleasure was the pain being administered by the Administrator. She struggled to look back over her shoulder. She demanded, "One more, sir! I must be punished!"SMACK! Miki didn't count this time. She didn't thank Julian. She just waited for the fingers to find her pussy again. Waited for the manipulation to return. Waited for the pleasure she'd never known before. She demanded, "One more, sir! Punish me!"SMACK! Again, the spanking. And again, the fingers at her sensitive flesh. Mike was close. She could feel it. It felt different. But, she knew what it was. She spoke again. But this time, it was less demand and more desperation. "One more, sir! Please, sir. Punish me."SMACK!" Don't stop," Mike begged when Julian's fingers found her clit this time. "Please, sir. Don't stop." She didn't clarify what she'd meant. Spanking or fingering. But Julian must have known. His fingers stayed were they were. Between her thighs. Upon her clit. Within her labia. "DON'T stop, sir. Punish me, sir." He didn't. And soon, Mike was moaning in concert with Julian's movements. Then whimpering. Then softly crying out. "DON'T STOP, sir. PUNISH me!" And then, it was there. Mike's head came back. Her eyes looked up to the support from which she hung. Her back arched. Furthermore, her arms tensed, almost lifting her from her toes. And she erupted in orgasm. Her entire body exploded in an obvious tremble as she gasped out in ecstasy. Between light screams she managed, "DON'T STOP!" Miki wasn't entirely sure how long Julian continued to fondle her clit. She was lost to the euphoria. Her eyes had gone closed as the pleasure swept through her. It was like no orgasm she'd ever experienced. Later, she would laugh in wonder at this. Tied up. Spanked. Fingered. By an 'old' man. A teacher. A Headmaster. What the fuck? But right now, she was simply lost in the glory of the greatest climax of her young life. The waves of delight surged through her as the toying at her sensitive pussy continued. And then, spent, her entire body went limp. Her head fell forward. She still grasped at the scarves. But she was no longer holding herself upright. Mike dangled in the bindings. Later as well, she would realize that it was Julian's work at her wrists that had prevented her from simply collapsing to the ground. The next moments were lost to Mike. The euphoria was overwhelming. All she remembered was hanging their with her eyes closed and murmuring, "Thank you, sir." Mike’s spanking began with the willful young beauty almost cooing, "One, sir!....... Thank you, sir." As Mike treated her punishments just another sex game where she was in control, just toying with whoever’s turn it was to sexually please her. Yet as the count continued to climb, two, three, four with its little “Thank you, sir.” and Julian’s fingers began to bring this stunning young beauty more and more pleasure, thing slowly began to change as Mike realized that she was not the one in charge. Five, six, seven, eight, Thank you, Sir. Miki gasped each time as the blows to her tight crimson derrière became more intense as did the pleasure that Julian’s fingers now so easily ripped from Mike’s bound and suspended supple young body. The intoxicating musky fragrance of the young beauty’s growing arousal filled Julian’s nostrils. SMACK"NINE, sir! THANK you, sir! ONE MORE, sir!" There was no mistaking the pleading note in Mike’s voice as she now begged Julian for more. At the tenth smack to that sweet little pert derrière, that creamy soft alabaster skin glowed crimson and was now hot to the touch and yet Mike begged” ONE MORE, sir!". The count rose to thirteen and still Mike begged, "Don't stop, …….. Please, sir. Don't stop." Pain and pleaser mixed and mingled and became one irresistible sensation that kept Mike begging and pleading "DON'T stop, sir. Punish me, sir……..DON'T STOP, sir. PUNISH me!...... DON'T STOP!" Miki whimpered over and over again.“How could I deny you Miss Johnson when you beg so sweetly my dear.” And true to his word Julian Lockwood continued to torment and tease Mike till lost to the euphoria. Her eyes fluttered closed as she was engulfed in a tidal wave of pleasure that swept through her. It was like no orgasm she'd ever experienced. She was simply lost in the glory of the greatest climax of her young life. The waves of delight surged through her as the toying at her sensitive pussy continued. And then, spent, her entire body went limp. Her head fell forward. She still grasped at the scarves. But she was no longer holding herself upright. Mike dangled in the bindings. "Thank you, sir." Julian stepped up behind Mike his fingers slipped from her hungering, grasping young body. His arms slid around her trim little waist, and he drew the exhausted young beauty’s gorgeous young body back against his. His hands slid up the sensual curves of Mike’s torso and cupped her pert young breasts he rolled Mike’s taunt little pink rosebud nipples under the pads of his thumbs.“Such a polite young lady you are becoming…….. You’re most welcome Miss Johnson.” As he spoke the stray hairs at the nape of Mike’s neck danced in Julian’s hot, moist, breath. Julian squeezed Mike’s breasts and pinched her nipples between his thumb and fore fingers as he ground his groin to sensual curve of Mike’s tight little ass.“What do you want Miss Johnson?” Julian drew Mike’s firm young body even closer to his. One hand slipped from Mike’s breast leisurely trailed down over the flat quivering plain of her taunt abdomen, across the smoothness of her shaved little pussy to dip between those hot wet folds. Yet his fingers just teased Mike, just aroused her and yet did not bring her the pleasure her treacherous young body craved.“Don’t be shy my dear just tell me what you want!” Julian’s teeth raked across Mike’s earlobe. “Don’t be shy my dear just tell me what you want!” Click to expand... Mike's chest swelled and contracted in the aftermath of her orgasm. With her eyes still closed, she begged, "Take me down. Take me to your bed." She flinched and grimace a bit as her arms came down. The pleasure of the orgasm had covered for the pain of the binding. She was still trembling from ecstasy. But as the blood returned to her arms Mike began to realize the stress she'd been enduring." Take me to your bed," she repeated as she wrapped her arms around Julian's body. Mike was still trembling as he laid her back upon the mattress. She looked him up and down. Her euphoric expression slowly developed into a hungry, devilish smirk. She waggled an extended finger toward Julian's groin. "Take your clothes off, Headmaster." She watched in silence as the man stripped bare. He was in pretty good shape for a man of his age. He had a beautiful cock as well. Not too big, not too small. Not too thick, not too thin. He was circumcised, which Mike found fortunate. She disliked an 'uncut' cock. Particularly when she was about to do what she had in mind. Once he was naked, Mike sat up and hung her legs over the edge of the bed. She gestured him closer. When he was near enough, she unashamedly grasped his cock and pulled him forward. And went to work. Her tongue found Julian's cock, licking it hungrily from tip to base and back several times. She took its bulbous head between her lips. And inch and out. Two and out. Three, four, five. Then, tongue up and down again. All the while, one hand had hold of the base of Julian's shaft. It stroked up and down whenever her mouth wasn't pleasuring the man's length. The fingers of the second hand toyed and fondled gently with Julian's dangling balls. Mike knew she was causing him pleasure. She could see it in his face. Could feel it in his body. But she was in no hurry to cause Julian to orgasm. She wanted to make it last. Miki was good at this. Sucking cock. She did it a lot. She'd learned it young, even before losing her virginity. Furthermore, she'd been good at it then and was even better at it now. Furthermore, she continued with her mouth and hands, pushing Julian close to orgasm. But not TO orgasm. "Take me down. Take me to your bed." Miki begged Julian her soft angelic voice a deep seductive whisper as she hung captive in her bounds. Julian Lockwood slowly undid the bounds that had held Mike captive and the spent little teen beauty collapsed into his arms. Mike arms clung around his neck her passion gazed eyes held his as she gasped and begged once more. "Take me to your bed,"Julian swept Mike up into his arms as if she were light as a feather. He held her just for a moment before he carried her to his bed and laid the stunning young beauty on it. The Headmaster of Bryce Academy took in the image that this wild willful young Miss presented. Her lithe young body shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat; her dark hair was in wild disarray frame Mike’s angelic face with a dark halo that somehow reflected her own wild and dark nature. Mike was still trembling her euphoric expression slowly developed into a hungry, devilish smirk. She waggled an extended finger toward Julian's groin. "Take your clothes off, Headmaster." There was no doubt in Julian Lockwood’s mind that little Miss Mike Johnson was trying to regain control of the situation. The Headmaster decided to toy with his sensually seductive and willful student. He took his time disrobing drawing out the simple act of removing his clothing before slowly coming to Mike. Mike sat up and hung her legs over the edge of the bed. She gestured him closer. When he was near enough, she unashamedly grasped his cock and pulled him forward. And went to work. Julian had to admit that Mike was a very talented little cocksucker. The way she used her naughty little pink tongue, the teasing way that her head seductively bobbed up and down as she took more and more of his cock into the warmth of her sweetly suckling mouth and fondled his balls as she sat on the edge of his bed. It was now time that Julian reassert the fact that he was the one in charge. His fingers entwined in Mike’s dark silken tresses, he stepped back from the edge of the bed drawing Mike with him drawing the young girl forward and on to her knees. Slowly he took control until he was fucking her angelic face.“That is where you belong Mike down on your knees pleasing a.” Julian gasped. He knew he was close to coming and idly wondered if Mike was a swallower or a sitter, after all one never knew. He smiled down into Mike’s searching eyes.“Now for your reward Miss Johnson.” Her Headmaster gasped as he came. Even as Julian cum flooded into Mike’s mouth he knew that this would be a long night for Miss Mike Johnson. “That is where you belong Mike down on your knees pleasing a.” Miki knew what the Headmaster wanted: satisfaction and dominance. She gave him both. After he'd pulled her to her knees, the way she served him changed. She surrendered control: her hands left his shaft and balls. She feigned reluctance: her hands went instead to his waist, flanking his cock, lightly pushing against him as if trying to lessen the thrusts of his cock into her mouth. Furthermore, she presented distress: she gagged several times as his cock reached the back of her throat, despite being fully capable of deep throating his entire length.“Now for your reward Miss Johnson.” Miki wanted Julian to see what he was about to do. To do to her. Her punishment. She pushed harder against him, as if trying to prevent him from cumming in her mouth. She grasped his shaft with the second hand, preparing. Furthermore, she felt his cock leap in her mouth the first time. Even before her taste buds detected the unique, salty taste, Mike whined like a little girl. She pulled her face back until Julian's bulbous head was at her lips. A second shot struck her upper, dripping down upon her now extended tongue. She held him right there as he continued to spurt thick globs onto her upper lip, tongue, fore finger, and thumb. And all the while, without ACTUALLY pushing Julian away, Mike used her hands and whiles to present the image that she didn't want this from him." Mister Lockwood," she whined. She peeked up at him. "Look what you've done. What do I do now? What do I do with, with this,"Mike's tongue played about her lips, as if trying to get the sticky globs off her. But as she did, she drew Julian's semen into her mouth. She made an WWW sound, then very conspicuously gulped down his ejaculate. She rolled her cum covered hand before her face. Furthermore, she looked at it as if it was a foreign sight to her. Yeah, right. "What do I do with it?" She knew what Julian's answer would be even before she asked the question. An expression of disgust filled her face. Then, she began licking the cum from her finger. From her thumb. From her lips and even now her chin. Then, from Julian's cock, where her own lips had spread some of it back. The hand still grasping his shaft tightly squeezed even harder. Pulling forward, she milked a few more drops from him. And all of it ended up in her mouth to be swallowed. When she was done cleaning up Julian's discharge, Mike sat back on her haunches. Her bottom lip was out again as she pouted. Her head was hung low, but not so low that she couldn't peek up to see that Julian was enjoying the show." Can I go home now, Mister Lockwood?" she asked. "It's past my bedtime, and I have school tomorrow." Julian Lockwood already knew that Mike was a very accomplished little cocksucker. He was quite impressed as Mike put on a delightful little show as a young reluctant schoolgirl to the point that once he had cum in her sweet suckling mouth as she whined so sweetly, "Mister Lockwood, ……… Look what you've done. What do I do now? What do I do with, with this,"Even before he could answer Mike showed him that she knew exactly what to do with hisRewardhe had given her. He loved the sensually little show that she put as she played the reluctant little sex kitten licking herself clean and swallowing all the cum he could give her. Then like an innocent defiled virgin Mike begged and pleaded,"Can I go home now, Mister Lockwood?"God, he loved how she knelt there before him her soft eyes demurely lowered her palms on her thighs and that pert little derrière of her resting on her heels as she begged. "It's past my bedtime, and I have school tomorrow."“You have had your pleasure Mike and in a little while I shall have mine young lady I fear it may be very late tonight…………” He lifted the girl’s chin with a single finger, his eyes met hers.“………….or perhaps very early in the morning Mike.” The first time he fucked Mike Julian had her bent over the footboard of the bed fucking her hard and fast from behind. The second time he had Mike’s hand tied above her head and took her again feasted on her pussy and then fucked her hard. The sun was just creeping over the window sill when Julian gave the dozing girl’s pert little ass a sharp slap to wake her.“Now you can go home Mike.” He got up and headed for the shower never looking back at Mike. Julian knew how to play games as well. Mike was deep in sleep when Julian's slap jolted her awake. She pulled her hair back from her face and peered up at him with half open eyes.“Now you can go home Mike.” She buried her face in a pillow as the man headed away toward the bathroom. Furthermore, she was barely alive. After a moment, she began laughing into the fluffy softness. Julian had seriously surprised her. She had had many a long night of marathon sex before this one. But never with a man as old as the Headmaster. Where did his energy come from? She shifted on the bed and grimaced in pain. She hurt. Furthermore, she hurt ALL over. Julian had pummeled her pussy again and again throughout the night. In any number of positions. He would drive her or himself to orgasm. They would rest a bit, maybe! Then they'd start up again. Mike begged throughout much of it. Sometimes feigning distress at the 'punishment' coming from the Headmaster. Sometimes seriously begging him to get her to orgasm as soon as possible. Miki would cum four times with Julian's cock inside her. Twice more when he'd tied her to the bed frame and put his mouth to her clit and folds. She couldn't remember the last time a man had caused her so much euphoric delight. It hadn't been the result Mike had expected from her visit to Julian. She heard the shower begin and slid out of the bed. She donned her school uniform, less the high heels, then made her way to Missus Lockwood's closet. Furthermore, she didn't want to emerge from the Headmaster's house onto the campus grounds in the light of day looking like a student. Furthermore, she headed out the back door to her car parked around the corner wearing a pair of sweats, a floppy hat, and big sunglasses. Oh, it wouldn't fool anyone who looked closely. But it was only a thirty-second walk." I have a proposition for you, Headmaster." Miki was standing in his open door. Again, she wore her inappropriately sexy school uniform. She wore a bra unlike the previous visit to his office. But the blouse was unbuttoned to between her uplifted breasts. The lacy white bra underneath was very well displayed. She glanced over her shoulder to ensure that Lois hadn't yet returned. (One of Mike's 'underlings' had hurried the Executive Assistant out to deal with a non-existent issue in the south hall. So, Mike hoped to have at least a couple of minutes alone with the Julian.) Entering, she closed the door behind her and leaned back against it." This isn't a negotiation, this is a one time offer," she began as she began a very slow pace about his office. Her posture and pace were intended to bring notice to her delicious body. "I have friends here at Bryce. These friends, well, actually, most of them are not friends. Most of them are girls who would do anything I tell them to do simply because I told them to do it. The point is--"She had reached Julian at his desk. As she passed and continued her walk past him, extended fingertips played over his shoulder and about his head in a suggestive way. "I will serve you up one girl a week. Two if you've been a very good boy." Miki looked over her shoulder with a wicked smile. She was in charge right now. She knew it. And, if Julian didn't, she could always remind him that he was a married man. And that she had spent the night fucking in his bed. In the bed he shared with his wife. The wife whose clothes, hat, and $650 pair of sunglasses were now in her dorm room. Mike wasn't at all above using blackmail to ensure she remained at Bryce. However, what she had on Headmaster Julian Lockwood wasn't enough to guarantee her place at the school. His wife hadn't been at the house all weekend. There were rumors the two were estranged. Mike wasn't aware of the fight the two had had that past Friday. But the evidence was that the marriage could be on the rocks. And fucking a man who was possibly splitting with his wife wasn't a powerful case for blackmail. So, the other option was to give Julian what he wanted. And what he wanted, Mike presumed, was to dominate and punish women. Mike could give the man what he wanted. But, really? Why? When she knew a lot of girls who could fill in for her. Some might do it eagerly. Others reluctantly. Others might have to be pushed into it. But Mike had a knack for making people do what she wanted them to do." I will bring you a willing girl," she continued. "She will give you what you want. And you will give me what I want. Which is to remain here in school. One girl. One week." Miki was back before the front of his desk again. Sound beyond the door indicated that her time was up. And a moment later, there was a knock. Mike herself opened the door. "Come in, Lois." The student was done here. Mike had said what she wanted Julian to hear. It was up to him now to decide. She looked back to him. "Thank you for hearing my concerns, Headmaster. I appreciate it." She turned and found Lois looking her up and down with an expression of disapproval. Mike could have said or something to the office worker in reaction. But she didn't want Lois thinking that the meeting between herself and Julian was anything but professional." And I'll lengthen my skirt, Headmaster," Mike told Julian, pretending she'd been chastised. She reached up to button her blouse properly, winking to the man. "Thank you, Headmaster, for your assistance in helping make the most of my education at Bryce." Miki looked to Lois again for a moment. Then she turned and headed away. Her steps were long, to ensure that her ass bobbed and weaved for the man behind her. It was mid-morning when Mike made her appearance at her headmaster’s office. She did not waste time but came right to the point." I have a proposition for you, Headmaster." The way Mike leaned against Julian’s office door, the provocative way that she had undone the three buttons, to show the seductive curve of her firm breasts. He was the white lace of a bra also peeking out from Mike’s blouse. Mike saunters into his office gave Julian a teasing little smile as she closed the door and leaned against it strike a seductively provocative pose. "This isn't a negotiation, this is a onetime offer," Julian Lockwood smiled to himself as Mike was once more the willful student, who desperately needed to be in charge. "I have friends here at Bryce. These friends, well, actually, most of them are not friends. Most of them are girls who would do anything I tell them to do simply because I told them to do it. The point is--"Julian cocked an eyebrow wondering where Mike was getting to. She came sauntering over to him, once more trailed a finger across his desk playing the seductive temptress. "I will serve you up one girl a week. Two if you've been a very good boy." It was obvious to her headmaster that she was willing to trade her friends and their sexual charms to stay at Bryce. "I will bring you a willing girl, she will give you what you want. And you will give me what I want. Which is to remain here in school. One girl. One week." Before he could answer Lois Conway his executive assistance knocked at the door. Mike went and opened the door and sensually cooed. "Come in, Lois." Miki turned back to the Headmaster and in a mockingly native voice Mike cooed. "Thank you for hearing my concerns, Headmaster. I appreciate it……….. And I'll lengthen my skirt, Headmaster, ………… Thank you, Headmaster, for your assistance in helping make the most of my education at Bryce." Miki turned on her heel and made a sensually seductive exit from Julian office her firm little derrière invitingly swaying. Julian had neither accepted nor rejected Mike’s offer. He decided to let the willful young beauty stew in doubt. He knew well that Mike’s father would not bail her out this time and Mr. Johnson had let the Headmaster know what the effect of Mike’s expulsion from Bryce would have on Mike’s trust fund. It was just before the dismissal that Mike was told to report to the Headmaster’s office. Lois Conway was not at her desk and the door to Julian’s office was open.“Come in Miss Johnson and close the door.” Once Mike had closed the door and as expected struck a seductive pose,“Stand up straight Mike and let's lay our cards on the table. I know two things, first your father has no intention of bailing you out this time, and second he has informed me what expulsion from Bryce would truly mean to you.” He watched to see what effect this revelation would have on this willful Miss.“As for your offer to bring me a willing girl, to give me what I want is quite acceptable but………” Julian paused his eyes meeting Mike’s he continued.“………… She does not have to be willing Mike I am sure an imaginative young lady like yourself could bring certain pressures to bear.” Julian Lockwood let the significance of his words sink in and waited to see what Mike’s response would be. Mike knew Julian had arrived at his response when she was called to the Headmaster's office. She'd told him this wasn't a negotiation but was a one time offer. Yet Mike was expecting 'addendums' to the deal from Mister Lockwood. However, she hadn't expected the alteration he dictated.“She does not have to be willing, Mike. I am sure an imaginative young lady like yourself could bring certain pressures to bear.” Miki smiled broadly at the suggestion. It was just so, so, what? Taboo? Wrong? Yeah. Most definitely wrong. She'd already been planning on pressuring some less than willing participants into her game with the Headmaster. But to hear him actually make it part of the deal without Mike having suggested it to him was incredible." I can make that happen," she said with confidence. "Reluctance won't be a problem. Most of the girls I know who are doing it are doing it with some--"Mike thought she saw a change of expression in Julian's expression as she was talking. She determined quickly it was her use of the word 'girls'. She crossed toward his desk, continuing. "The 'girls' I pick will all be from the PSCPP. Upper classmen mostly. All 18 years of age or older. You don't have to worry about any sort of statutory rape charges, Julian." She thought she recognized another change of expression in his face. Mike couldn't recall ever having used his given name here in his office. Maybe she had, maybe she hadn't. She used it now with purpose. She went on, "You and I are going to have to be friends, Julian. For this to work out, we have to have trust! YOU trust me to provide you with what you want. Young ladies who will do anything and everything you tell them to do, whether willingly or reluctantly. And I trust you to not kick me out of school on a whim." Miki leaned forward, resting her crossed arms on the back of the chair before her. She'd unbuttoned her school blouse down to mid-bosom again. But this time around, the lacy white bra was missing. Her breasts were not big, just B cups. But they were as firm and pert, and with the lapels parted the cleavage was wonderfully displayed." You and I won't be having sex in your office," she stated flatly. "It's too dangerous." Miki stood tall and studied him a moment. She returned to the door, locked it, and flipped out the lights. The only illumination remaining was from the lamp on Julian's desk. She curled around his desk and began undressing his groin." You and I won't be having sex in your office, Headmaster," she repeated as she pulled his rapidly hardening cock from his boxers. She lifted her skirt as she crawled up into his lap. She wore nothing below the uniform's lower half. Furthermore, she took hold of him, working her into her still swollen pussy, grimacing a bit. As she began skillfully driving them both toward orgasm, she amended her statement. "After this, I mean." “She does not have to be willing, Mike. I am sure an imaginative young lady like yourself could bring certain pressures to bear.” The wicked smile that bowed Mike’s moist ripe lips told Julian that this naughty young Miss really liked the little amendment to her proposal. Was that excitement that he saw in her eyes?" I can make that happen, reluctance won't be a problem. Most of the girls I know who are doing it are doing it with some--" Julian knew that by being required to supply unwilling girls would play into Mike’s need for control, for domination of another. He smiled to himself at the idea of turning this stunning and willful young beauty the disciplined little sexual dominatrix. That sweet voice brought Julian back to the present "The 'girls' I pick will all be from the PSCPP. Upper classmen mostly. All 18 years of age or older. You don't have to worry about any sort of statutory rape charges, Julian." What a cunning little mind Mike had she defiantly had potential. "You and I are going to have to be friends, Julian. For this to work out, we have to have trust! YOU trust me to provide you with what you want. Young ladies who will do anything and everything you tell them to do, whether willingly or reluctantly. And I trust you to not kick me out of school on a whim." Miki leaned over the chair across from Julian; she had unbuttoned her school blouse down to mid-bosom again. The lacy white bra of earlier was missing, and Mike small breasts were firm and pert, and her blouse parted, and her cleavage was wonderfully displayed. "You and I won't be having sex in your office,"Mike had stated flatly and yet there was a taunting glint in her eyes. "It' too dangerous." And yet Mike came to him. "You and I won't be having sex in your office, Headmaster,"Mike cooed as she straddled the headmaster’s lap as she freed his cock from his trousers. The little minx took hold of him, working him into her still swollen pussy, grimacing a bit. As she began skillfully driving them both toward orgasm. "After this, I mean."“Of course Miss Johnson, much to dangerous my dear.” Julian replied as he Cupped Mike’s naked breasts and then drove up into Mike’s tight little pussy. As he fucked that delicious little pussy he gave Mike a chance to show just what an accomplish she could be. He waited until he had Mike tittering on the edge of the abyss that promised such sinfully forbidden pleasure. Then with a single thrust he pushed His young student over the edge and came with her, his white-hot cum filling her fertile young womb. As Mike lay gasping in his arms he clutched her to his chest, lifted her chin with a single finger until their passion glazed eyes met.“ I think a redhead Mike……..a young beauty who is not willing but can be Persuaded.” He smiled as he said Persuaded.“And to build the trust you spoke of you and I will enjoy her charms together Miss Johnson.” I can't believe I'm doing this, Miki thought to herself. She lay against Julian's body, arms wrapped around his neck. Their chests swelled and shrank from the aftermath of nearly simultaneous orgasms. She'd very nearly torn off shirt buttons as they fucked hard and fast. She'd wanted to feel the warmth of Julian's chest against that of her own. The incredible euphoria was beginning to fade, thankfully not too quickly. And Mike found herself recalling that this had all begun with her desire not to miss a plane to Vale. She was fucking Bryce Academy's Headmaster and conspiring to manipulate her classmates into sexual situations many of them would likely prefer to avoid. And all for a weekend of skiing and sex. Then she thought of her trust fund, and realized that this was about far more than going down on Black Diamond runs, cocks, and pussies. Her thoughts were disturbed by Julian raising her head from his shoulder with a finger to her chin.“I think a redhead Mike……..a young beauty who is not willing but can be Persuaded.”" That could be difficult, Headmaster," Mike responded after a moment. "Redheads. They, they're an endangered breed at Bryce." She shifted her body a bit in his lap. The result was that his still mostly hard cock sunk a bit deeper inside her. She moaned, closed lipped. Mike smiled, then told him, "Luckily, some of the redheads I know have issues. Issues that might demand the attention of the Headmaster." Her response seemed to satisfy Julian. She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his. It was a soft but long and erotic kiss. And within her canal, Mike was sure she felt Julian's cock hardening to full size once again. Then, she pulled her face away. And then her body. She rose from his lap with the skill (though not the flips and twists) of a gymnast dismounting the Horse. She stood over Julian as she began putting herself back together. Furthermore, she snatched several tissues from the dispenser on his desk and cleaned between her thighs. Then, fishing through her little purse, she found and donned the thong she'd shed before entering the Headmaster's office." I may have a girl in mind," she'd already begun as she was dressing and cleaning up. "She got caught cheating on a midterm. The Professor sent you the report. It's probably on your secretary's desk as we speak. She came to me for advice. I told her I would consider some options." She looked back to Julian and smiled. "I don't think she will like the one I give her. But. What choice does she have?"“And to build the trust you spoke of you and I will enjoy her charms together Miss Johnson.” Miki was turned away from Julian when he gave his 'addendum'. She looked back to him, hesitated, then smiled. She turned and donned a bit of a pouty expression. With that girlish tone she'd used in their first meeting, Mike asked, "Do I HAVE to, Headmaster?"(IOC: I have to stop writing for a bit to run an errand. Make sure you read the PM I am sending you before you begin writing your next post.) “I think a redhead Mike……..a young beauty who is not willing but can be Persuaded.” Miki seemed to ponder her Headmaster’s request, no it was not a request, as a requirement." That could be difficult, Headmaster, redheads. They, they're an endangered breed at Bryce." Mike seemed to ponder his requirement, and then with a teasing smile, "Luckily, some of the redheads I know have issues. Issues that might demand the attention of the Headmaster." What teasing little thing Mike was. Before he could answer she leaned in and pressed her mouth to his. Julian fingers entwined to Mike’s hair as he drew her into that kiss. Julian let that kiss linger and deepen, as he explored the sweetness of Mike’s mouth. He could feel his passion for Mike growing as his cock once more came to life and his hips rolled to Mike. Mike broke their kiss slowly sensually, she rose from his lap with a seductive skill. He watched as his little minx slowly dressed and had to admit that this young beauty made that simple act of dressing an erotic temptation as she slowly hid her body from him. "I may have a girl in mind……. She got caught cheating on a midterm. The Professor sent you the report. It's probably on your secretary's desk as we speak. She came to me for advice. I told her I would consider some options." There was a wicked gleam in Mike’s eyes as she continued. "I don't think she will like the one I give her. But. What choice does she have?" Julian was looking forward to a young beauty that could not refuse him no matter what dark passions he wished to peruse. He debated asking Mike who the girl was but decided to let her surprise him. When he told her that she would be required to enjoy the girl’s charms as well Julian was pleased with Mike’s response. "Do I HAVE to, Headmaster?" It was not so much the words that pleased him but that playful Little Girl voice that seemed to say she looked forward to it as much as he did. Julian was not only looking forward to this tender morsel that Mike would deliver into her hands but to Mike’s first lesson as a neophyte dominatrix. Chloe smiled with delight tiki'promise that her cheating problems were taken care of. "How? HOW?? How did you DO this?"" Well, I didn't do ANYthing," Mike told her. "YOU will." Chloe's smile began to fade. She knew Mike's reputation for getting things done. It was why she'd come to the slightly older student in the first place. There was only a year and a half difference between Chloe's age of barely 19 and Mike's age of nearly 21. Yet Mike had already had decades more experience in life than had the introverted, naïve, innocent, and only recently 'devirginized' Chloe could even imagine." I will WHAT?" the suddenly nervous redhead asked." You're going away with me for the weekend," Mike said." Why?" Chloe asked with building concern. It was Friday afternoon, and she already had plans with family. But if Mike said they were going away for the weekend together, well. The other student took her by the elbow and turned her for the school building's exit. Chloe asked, "And WHERE?"" I rented a little cabin in the woods," Mike said. It was only a half-truth. She'd told Julian that if he wanted this to happen, he was going to foot the bill. "We're going to spend the weekend together." Chloe's eyes widened, and her mouth began falling open. She looked around for eavesdroppers. She whispered, "You and me? JUST you and me? All weekend??"" All weekend," Mike confirmed. She didn't respond to the 'just you and me' part of the redhead's question. They exited the building and descended the steps. Separating, Mike ordered, "Go pack a bag. Anything and everything you consider sexy, pack it. Bring some comfortable clothes, too. It's the woods. We might go for a hike or something. Got a bikini? There's a pond and a--""It's MARCH!" the shocked Chloe spat out. She looked about herself: an inch of snow had fallen Wednesday. It was almost gone now, though. Miki finished what she had been about to say, "--and a hot spring." The redhead's expression changed suddenly. Mike had to smile: Chloe was pouting. It reminded Mike of how she had feigned to be doing just that in the Headmaster's office. Chloe was perfect for this next phase in Mike's 'relationship' with Julian." Hurry," Mike told her. She was already backing away toward her own destination. "We leave in an hour. Meet me out front of your dorm." Two hours later, they exited Mike's Mercedes out front of the cabin. It was one of those modern style log houses, built from a kit. It was small, with only attached living room/kitchen/dining room and one master bedroom. (Mike would note later that the 'master' was barely larger than the dorm room she had on campus. She'd never minded the small school bedroom, though. For the last four years, she'd had it entirely to herself. The Headmaster wasn't the ONLY school staff member with whom Mike had a 'relationship'. The Head of Student Housing had had his turn with the energetic young Mike as well.) They set about getting settled in. The rental agency had already stocked the kitchen with requested foods and drinks. The list had been drawn up by Mike and added to by Julian. And, as agreed, Julian had provided payment, too. Chloe was visibly nervous. She was no idiot. She knew Mike wanted to have sex with her. Chloe had had a SORT of thing with a female friend once. Touching and kissing while naked. No fingering, down THERE. Obviously that meant no mouths down there either. It had just been harmless flirtation really. But she had a pretty good idea that this weekend wasn't going to be as tame as that night had been. There things were stored away as appropriate. Chloe watched as the other young woman opened a bottle of vodka and poured some over ice in a tumbler. Mike was so beautiful. Everyone thought so. Chloe always had. But she'd never thought she herself would be interested in 'being with' another woman. She was standing here with one she knew she was going to have sex with, and she STILL didn't think she was interested in 'being with' another woman. Yet she knew it was going to happen." So," Chloe cut through the silence that had reigned over several minutes. "What now?"" Take your uniform off," Mike told her. She saw the redhead's eyes open a bit. The response to Chloe's question probably sounded like a demand to get ready for sex. Mike laughed and downed her drink. "Put on something comfortable. We're going to take a walk. Look around." The two stripped away their uniforms, packing them back into their bags. Chloe only occasionally peeked Mike's direction. Every time she did, she found the other student's gaze firmly upon her. Down to her bra and panties, she looked to Mike and asked with a blush, "WHAT?"" Nothing," Mike replied. "You're just a beautiful woman. I like looking at you." Chloe diverted her eyes for a moment. She looked back to Mike, who was also in just her panties and bra. But they were a more sexy pair. And Chloe found herself beginning to wonder if maybe she WAS interested in 'being with' another woman after all. She said softly, "You're beautiful, too."" And do you like looking at me, too?" Miki didn't wait for an answer. She reached to between her breasts and popped her bra loose. It fell away to the carpet covering the hard wood floor behind her. Her firm, pert 'B' cups seem unaffected by Mother Nature's often devastating gravitational pull. She waited. Chloe diverted her eyes and blushed again. It was horrifically obvious on the fair skinned redhead's face. She murmured, "Yes." The younger student knew what the older one wanted. She raised her gaze to Mike again, specifically to her perfect bosom. After a moment, Chloe glanced to the thong which was Mike's last bit of clothing. The brunette smiled. She reached to her hips and pulled the thong from her body. It fell away, too, and Mike stepped forward away from it. Chloe looked her fellow student's body over well and long. The tall, slim Asian beauty was a sight. And any doubts she had had about wanting to 'be with' another woman faded. Chloe reached to her own clothing and shed the two remaining pieces. She blushed again. Twice! Chloe chuckled, not explaining the reason for it. She was beginning to fear passing out and keeling over. It seemed as though all of her blood was going to be perpetually pushed out in blush to the skin of her face, neck, and shoulders. They were finally both naked before one another. Mike's gaze wandered up and down the younger woman. Chloe tried to match the visual exploring, but she was still feeling horribly shy with the never before experienced situation. Mike finally made the first physical move. She stepped forward to slip her arms softly about Chloe's waist. She pulled the fellow student closer, putting their lips together. It began as a shy, tentative kiss. But with seconds, it had become passionate and erotic. Hands began to wander and caress. To grope. To lower and touch and finally probe. Morning came, and Chloe awoke to find herself alone in bed. She rose to a slight chill in the air and pulled the blanket up over her naked body. And she smiled in delight. The night with Mike had been unlike anything she'd ever imagined in her life. She'd experienced her first orgasm. And her second. And her THIRD! And while she'd asked, even begged Mike to allow her to reciprocate, the older woman had told her no, not yet. "We have the whole weekend ahead of us." Footsteps on the cabin's porch caused Chloe to pull the bedding higher over her naked torso. The door opened to reveal Mike carrying an arm load of firewood. She was dressed in yoga pants and a sweater. Chloe assumed there was a tee shirt or more beneath. But then, you just couldn't know about Mike, could you?" Get dressed," Mike said. She headed for the already brewed coffee pot. "We're going for a walk."" It's cold outside," Chloe said. She didn't know the temperature. It was just common sense. Miki smiled as she poured a thermos full of steaming coffee. "I'll keep you warm." Chloe got up with the surrounding blanket. But Mike pulled it from her body, laughing. "I've SEEN it already. Fuck, I HAD it. Get dressed!" Chloe began gathering clothes, but Mike interrupted her. She took Chloe's bra, telling her she wouldn't need it. She did the same when the redhead began to don a comfortable pair of cotton panties. Chloe puffed out a breath. "What do you WANT me to wear?" Miki selected out a pair of Chloe's worn jeans and her own blue cardigan. She tossed them to the redhead. Playfully, she said you can pick your own shoes." They ate some ready food. Then they headed for a beaten path that rounded the pond. They sometimes held hands. They kissed often. Mike slipped a hand up inside the cardigan once as well, finding a hardened nipple and pinching it playfully. Chloe actually found herself begging Mike to take her back to the cabin. Back to bed. "I want to do that other thing. The one, you know. That you did to me."" Later," Mike promised her without any more mention of it. "I promise." They continued onward. They arrived at a soft meadow. Chloe shed her slip on shoes and walked in the grass. Mike pointed out the hot spring, telling the other girl they'd come back to it later. When Chloe asked why not now, Mike checked her watch. She told Chloe, "Soon." They continued onward. They were nearly back to the cabin when Mike heard the distant rumble of a car upon the rough road approaching their location. She stepped back from the younger vixen and said, "Open your top. I want to see you." Chloe laughed. "It's freezing out here!"" It's well over forty," Mike corrected. She gestured toward the cardigan. And again. Chloe hesitated, but began unbuttoning the sweater. As she did, Mike moved back to her new lover and unbuttoned Chloe's belt and pants. Mike pushed the cardigan open, then stepped back. She ogled Chloe's exposed front side for a long moment, purring with hunger. "You're so beautiful. He's going to love you." Chloe donned an expression of confusion. "Who's going to love me?" Suddenly, realization donned upon the student. Chloe looked beyond Mike toward the sound of an approaching but still unseen car. She quickly pulled the cardigan over her breasts, dropped her shoes, and began fastening her pants and belt." What's going on, Mike?" she asked in shock. "Who's coming? Who are you talking about?"" The man who's going to get you out of your cheating scandal," Mike said with a calm tone. "The man who's going to keep you from getting kicked out of--""I thought YOU were going to keep me from getting expelled!" Miki laughed. "I'm sorry, did you think I was going to fuck the Headmaster FOR you?" Chloe froze suddenly. She stared at Mike with wide open eyes and mouth. She asked in shock, "The Headmaster? You want me to have SEX with Headmaster LOCKWOOD?" Miki glanced over her shoulder toward the cabin. Julian's car was just coming to a stop next to her own Mercedes. She looked back to Chloe. "Headmaster Lockwood is the one who's going to convince the professor to give you another opp--""Oh my god! Oh my GOD!" Chloe was murmuring, more to herself than to Mike. Now redressed, she began for the cabin. She just wanted to get into Mike's car and get the hell out of here. But she stopped, looking ahead. Julian was out of his car now and looking across the field toward the two students. Chloe looked to Mike with now tear filled eyes. "What have you done to me, Mike?" The other young woman stepped up closer to Chloe. She took the girl's hands in her own. She squeezed them, trying to be reassuring. Furthermore, she said in an even, calm tone, "It's not what I have done TO you, Chloe. It's what I'm going to do FOR you. C'mon. Come with me." Miki backed away, still holding Chloe's hands. The other woman resisted. Mike told her bluntly, "It's just sex, Chloe. And I'll be there the whole time. I won't let anything bad happen to you." That wasn't exactly true, of course. Mike knew that Julian wanted to dominate this young woman. Mike had told Julian that he couldn't hurt Chloe like he had Mike herself. But that hadn't kept the two of them from gathering together some bondage equipment that was now in the trunk of her car. Miki tugged on the redhead's hands again, causing Chloe to finally begin forward. Mike released one hand and led the reluctant Chloe up to meet their third. "Headmaster, this is Chloe De Havilland. Chloe, this is Julian Lockwood. Let's go inside. Get some lunch." Saturday morning Mike had said why not Friday night Julian wondered, and then a sly smile bowed his lips. Mike intended to be the first one to sample the little lamb’s charms. Well let her have her fun for the headmaster of Bryce had plans for both of them. Early Saturday morning Julian drove up to the cabin in the woods, as he approached it he saw Mike and a sweet little redhead standing at the edge of the field by the cabin. Mike was just standing behind the stunning young redhead. Mike had Chloe's displayed delightful for him. The girl’s blue cardigan hung open, bearing her firm young breasts for his pleasures. Mike had also unsnapped the girl’s jeans and pulled down the zipper so that the sparse tawny copper down of her pussy was just teasingly visible.“So who is your charming companion Mike?” "Headmaster, this is Chloe De Havilland. Chloe, this is Julian Lockwood. Let’s go inside. Get some lunch." His eyes boldly took in ever sensual curve of Chloe’s stunning young body. Her breast were just a little larger that Mike’s perhaps a c cup her skin a pale creamy ivory a delightful contrast to Mike’s tawny alabaster skin. Both girls’ skin were flawless.“I look forward to seeing more of you Miss De Havilland and getting to know you much more intimately young lady.” Julian followed Mike and Chloe into the cabin. He was dressed in a black shirt, black slacks and black boots.“Mike be a dear and strip Miss De Havilland.” Julian stood there his arms crossed over his chest as again he boldly took in every inch of Chloe stunning young Body.“Mike is she delicious as she looks?” The Headmaster of Bryce almost cooed.“So Miss Johnson did you bring some toy to amuse our young guest?” There was something in Mike’s nature that Julian suspected that she had, for she enjoyed her bondage and submission of that first night more than she may care to admit.

_Discipline is Crucial_ (closed)|rating:3.0

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP Exhibition - jindra34 vs theterran

((Ready go!)) Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide - Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide = RFG: Spoiler Hide - Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Honest 3. Celestial, Light sworn Angel 4. Celestial, Light sworn Angel 5. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 6. Efren, Light sworn Monk 7. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 8. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 9. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 10. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 11. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 12. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 13. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 14. Judgment Dragon 15. Judgment Dragon 16. Gore the Emissary of Darkness 17. Nero Garden 18. Plague spreader Zombie 19. Junk Synchrony 20. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 21. Dark Armed Dragon 22. Chaos Sorcerer 23. Chaos Sorcerer 24. Charge of the Light Brigade 25. Allure of Darkness 26. Pot of Avarice 27. Pot of Avarice 28. Monster Reincarnation 29. Monster Reborn 30. Dark Hole 31. Giant Trade 32. Burial from a Different Dimension 33. Mystical Space Typhoon 34. Mystical Space Typhoon 35. Solar Recharge 36. Solar Recharge 37. Golden Sarcophagus 38. Golden Sarcophagus 39. Royal Decree 40. Royal Decree 41. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Castor 2. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goya Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Pars hath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon * post roll count doesn't match database Initiative:(1d20)[8]Opening Hand:(5d40)[6][6][16][9][38](75)Rerolls:(3d40)[40][32][14](86){table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-5Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Crusader of Endymion 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Alchemist of Black Spells 6) Alchemist of Black Spells 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Breaker the Magical Warrior 9) Breaker the Magical Warrior 10) Magical Exemplar 11) Magical Exemplar 12) Magical Exemplar 13) Magical Marionette 14) Magical Marionette 15) Magical Marionette 16) Dark Red Enchanter 17) Dark Red Enchanter 18) Frequency Magician 19) Frequency Magician 20) Frequency Magician 21) Spell Power Grasp 22) Spell Power Grasp 23) Spell Power Grasp 24) Magical Citadel of Endymion 25) Magical Citadel of Endymion 26) Solemn Judgment 27) Royal Decree 28) Royal Decree 29) Recycle 30) Recycle 31) Mystical Space Typhoon 32) Mystical Space Typhoon 33) Pot of Duality 34) Pot of Duality 35) Pot of Duality 36) Pot of Avarice 37) Pot of Avarice 38) Spell Absorption 39) Spell Absorption 40) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - (d20)[6](5d41)[8][6][1][4][36](55)(3d41)[24][27][7](58)Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide 8. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 6. Efren, Light sworn Monk 1. Honest 4. Celestial, Light sworn Angel 36. Solar Recharge Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide = RFG: Spoiler Hide - Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Celestial, Light sworn Angel 3. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 4. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 5. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 6. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 7. Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress 8. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 9. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 10. Judgment Dragon 11. Judgment Dragon 12. Gore the Emissary of Darkness 13. Nero Garden 14. Plague spreader Zombie 15. Junk Synchrony 16. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 17. Dark Armed Dragon 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. Chaos Sorcerer 20. Charge of the Light Brigade 21. Allure of Darkness 22. Pot of Avarice 23. Pot of Avarice 24. Monster Reincarnation 25. Monster Reborn 26. Dark Hole 27. Giant Trade 28. Burial from a Different Dimension 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Solar Recharge 32. Golden Sarcophagus 33. Golden Sarcophagus 34. Royal Decree 35. Royal Decree 36. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Castor 2. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goya Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Pars hath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon "Right my first move."(1d35)[3]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|CE|-|--|f|SA|-|-[/table]CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200SA-Spell Absorption Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide -Alchemist of Black Spells Dark Red Enchanter Breaker the Magical Warrior facedownsSpoiler Hide Threatening Roar Deck 3e: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Dark Red Enchanter 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Frequency Magician 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Spell Power Grasp 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Magical Citadel of Endymion 22) Solemn Judgment 23) Royal Decree 24) Royal Decree 25) Recycle 26) Recycle 27) Mystical Space Typhoon 28) Mystical Space Typhoon 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Duality 31) Pot of Duality 32) Pot of Avarice 33) Pot of Avarice 34) Spell Absorption Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - "I summon my Crusade of Endymion, and follow him with Spell Absorption and one face down your move." "Then that would make it my turn."(d36)[7]"I will begin by playing Solar Recharge, discarding Efren, Light sworn Monk from my hand to draw two cards and send 2 cards from the top of my library to the graveyard." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Alumina, Light sworn Summoner Honest Celestial, Light sworn Angel Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress Pot of Avarice Golden Sarcophagus Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide Solar Recharge Efren, Light sworn Monk Burial from a Different Dimension Mystical Space Typhoon RFG: Spoiler Hide - Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Celestial, Light sworn Angel 3. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 4. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 5. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 6. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 7. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 8. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 9. Judgment Dragon 10. Judgment Dragon 11. Gore the Emissary of Darkness 12. Nero Garden 13. Plague spreader Zombie 14. Junk Synchrony 15. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 16. Dark Armed Dragon 17. Chaos Sorcerer 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. Charge of the Light Brigade 20. Allure of Darkness 21. Pot of Avarice 22. Monster Reincarnation 23. Monster Reborn 24. Dark Hole 25. Giant Trade 26. Mystical Space Typhoon 27. Solar Recharge 28. Golden Sarcophagus 29. Royal Decree 30. Royal Decree 31. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Castor 2. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goya Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Pars hath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Draw:(d35)[22], (d34)[30]Mill:(d33)[26], (d32)[26] "Burial from a different dimension and mystical space typhoon get sent to my graveyard. Next, I will summon Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress in Attack mode. And I will use her ability and switch her to defense mode to destroy your Spell Absorption. Then I will play Golf Sarcophagus, getting a Judgment Dragon from my deck and removing it from play for the time being. And then I end my turn, and Lyla's effect hits, cause 3 cards to be taken from the top of my deck and sent to my graveyard. Mill:(3d30)[2][16][5](23)Reroll:(1d30)[7]((Celestial, Light sworn Angel, Ryko, Light sworn Hunter, Chaos Sorcerer))Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|LL|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table’LL- Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress (DEF)(1700/200)LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Alumina, Light sworn Summoner Honest Celestial, Light sworn Angel Pot of Avarice Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide Solar Recharge Efren, Light sworn Monk Burial from a Different Dimension Mystical Space Typhoon Golden Sarcophagus Celestial, Light sworn Angel Rico, Light sworn Hunter Chaos Sorcerer RFG: Spoiler Hide 10. Judgment Dragon Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 3. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 4. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 5. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 6. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 7. Judgment Dragon 8. Gore the Emissary of Darkness 9. Nero Garden 10. Plague spreader Zombie 11. Junk Synchrony 12. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 13. Dark Armed Dragon 14. Chaos Sorcerer 15. Charge of the Light Brigade 16. Allure of Darkness 17. Pot of Avarice 18. Monster Reincarnation 19. Monster Reborn 20. Dark Hole 21. Giant Trade 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Solar Recharge 24. Golden Sarcophagus 25. Royal Decree 26. Royal Decree 27. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Castor 2. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goya Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Pars hath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon "Not sure if you'll have time to summon your Dragon. Anyway I still got 500 life points from my Spell Absorption."(1d34)[24]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|CE|-|BW-|f|-|f|-[/table]CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200BW-Breaker the Magical Warrior-1900/1000(1 Spell Counter)Field:Life Points 8500Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Alchemist of Black Spells Dark Red Enchanter facedownsSpoiler Hide Threatening Roar Royal Decree Deck 33: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Dark Red Enchanter 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Frequency Magician 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Spell Power Grasp 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Magical Citadel of Endymion 22) Solemn Judgment 23) Royal Decree 24) Recycle 25) Recycle 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Mystical Space Typhoon 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Duality 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Pot of Avarice 33) Spell Absorption Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Spell Absorption Spoiler Hide - "I'll add another face down card and then summon Breaker the Magical Warrior who will attack your Lyla. Followed by Crusader attacking you directly. End turn." "Very nice attack..."(d27)[9]"I will summon Alumina, Light sworn Summoner. And I will discard a Nero Garden to special summon Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress in attack mode. I will then switch her to defense mode and destroy your original face down trap card."((S/T #2 I think))"Then I will end my turn, triggering 6 cards to be added to my graveyard."((Mystical Space Typhoon, Charge of the Light Brigade, Dark Armed Dragon, Jain, Light sworn Paladin, Chaos Sorcerer, Giant Trade))Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|LS|LL|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LS- Alumina, Light sworn Summoner (ATK)(1000/1000)LL- Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress (DEF)(1700/200)LP:6100Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Honest Celestial, Light sworn Angel Pot of Avarice Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide Solar Recharge Efren, Light sworn Monk Burial from a Different Dimension Mystical Space Typhoon Golden Sarcophagus Celestial, Light sworn Angel Rico, Light sworn Hunter Chaos Sorcerer Nero Garden RFG: Spoiler Hide 10. Judgment Dragon Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 3. Alumina, Light sworn Summoner 4. Rico, Light sworn Hunter 5. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 6. Judgment Dragon 7. Gore the Emissary of Darkness 8. Plague spreader Zombie 9. Junk Synchrony 10. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 11. Allure of Darkness 12. Pot of Avarice 13. Monster Reincarnation 14. Monster Reborn 15. Dark Hole 16. Solar Recharge 17. Golden Sarcophagus 18. Royal Decree 19. Royal Decree 20. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Castor 2. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goya Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Pars hath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Milling Time.(6d26)[21][14][12][6][13][20](86)(4d26)[17][14][24][23](78)(2d26)[13][8](21) "You destroyed Threatening roar. Now my turn."(1d33)[11]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|-|CE|-|BW-|-|-|f|-[/table]CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200BW-Breaker the Magical Warrior-1900/1000ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8500Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide Dark Red Enchanter Magical Marionette facedownsSpoiler Hide Royal Decree Deck 33: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Dark Red Enchanter 13) Frequency Magician 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Magical Citadel of Endymion 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Solemn Judgment 22) Royal Decree 23) Recycle 24) Recycle 25) Mystical Space Typhoon 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Avarice 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Spell Absorption Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Spell Absorption Threatening Roar Spoiler Hide - "I summon Alchemist of Black Spells, who will attack Lyla, then Breaker will attack Alumina, followed once more by Crusader attacking directly."(2800 damage total) "When your Breaker attacks my Alumina, I discard Honest, boosting my Alumina's attack by 1900" "Accursed monster, but I have no response. And with that my turn ends."{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|-|CE|-|--|-|-|f|-[/table]CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 7500Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide Dark Red Enchanter Magical Marionette facedownsSpoiler Hide Royal Decree Deck 33: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Dark Red Enchanter 13) Frequency Magician 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Magical Citadel of Endymion 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Solemn Judgment 22) Royal Decree 23) Recycle 24) Recycle 25) Mystical Space Typhoon 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Avarice 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Spell Absorption Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Spell Absorption Threatening Roar Breaker the Magical Warrior Spoiler Hide - ((Shouldn't you be at 6600? 8500-1900))"Then it's my turn, and during my Standby, Judgment Dragon appears in my hand!" Draw:(d20)[11]"I will tribute my Alumina, to summon Celestial, Light sworn Angel, and send the top 4 cards of my deck to my graveyard to destroy both of your monsters! This sends Monster Reborn, Plague spreader Zombie, Judgment Dragon, and Rico, Light sworn Hunter to my graveyard. Now, I will special Summon Judgment Dragon, then I will play Pot of Avarice, and send Chaos Sorcerer, Dark Armed Dragon, Judgment Dragon, Rico, Light sworn Hunter, and Honest back to my deck to draw two cards. I play a card face down, then I'll attack you directly with both Celestial and my Judgment Dragon, and I'll end my turn, which causes 4 more cards to go to my graveyard."((Rico, Light sworn Hunter; Royal Decree; Solar Recharge; Alumina, Light sworn Summoner))Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|JD|CA|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]JD- Judgment Dragon (ATK)(3000/2600)CA- Celestial, Light sworn Angel (ATK)(2300/200)LP:6100Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Allure of Darkness Dark Hole Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T Royal Decree (3) GY: Spoiler Hide Solar Recharge Efren, Light sworn Monk Burial from a Different Dimension Mystical Space Typhoon Golden Sarcophagus Celestial, Light sworn Angel Rico, Light sworn Hunter Nero Garden Mystical Space Typhoon Charge of the Light Brigade Jain, Light sworn Paladin Chaos Sorcerer Giant Trade Lyla, Light sworn Sorceress Monster Reborn Plague spreader Zombie Pot of Avarice Rico, Light sworn Hunter Royal Decree Solar Recharge Alumina, Light sworn Summoner RFG: Spoiler Hide - Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Gareth, Light sworn Warrior 3. Jain, Light sworn Paladin 4. Gore the Emissary of Darkness 5. Junk Synchrony 6. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 7. Chaos Sorcerer 8. Dark Armed Dragon 9. Judgment Dragon 10. Honest 11. Pot of Avarice 12. Monster Reincarnation 13. Golden Sarcophagus 14. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Castor 2. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goya Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Pars hath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Celestial Mill:(d19)[13](d18)[8](d17)[6](d16)[4] Pot of Avarice Draw:(d20)[15](d19)[18] Dragon Mill(d18)[11](d17)[16](d16)[14](d15)[3] (How do you get 1900 damage? Your monster had 1000 attack originally.)(1d32)[13] ((DOH, you're right, in my defense I was still half asleep)) ((Shouldn't have bothered with drawing, no way I can win. Not sure if there is anything I should change with the deck though. I got 2 traps, 2 tribute monsters, Spell Absorption and what was on the field.)) ((What's the ultimate goal of the deck?)) ((Drop spell casters and put charge counters on then for power, so really need to get out the tribute ones. Also, not sure if I should replace Breaker with Dark Valkyrie.)) ((Stick with Breaker...you need a reliable way to get out the Magical Citadel, and if your aim is the get the Synchro's out, you might, should drop the number of tribute monsters down. If you would like to try that deck out again vs something that's a tad slower and much more inconsistent, I've got a "fun" deck I've been working on)) Originally Posted by veteran ((Stick with Breaker...you need a reliable way to get out the Magical Citadel, and if your aim is the get the Synchro's out, you might, should drop the number of tribute monsters down. If you would like to try that deck out again vs something that's a tad slower and much more inconsistent, I've got a "fun" deck I've been working on)) ((The deck is currently at the theory stage. And I think I got some bad luck 2/5 my tribute monsters in 3 draws. And when your 'fun' deck is done I'll gladly accept the challenge.)) ((It's already done, let me just update it for the new banned list...give me a few minutes, and I'll post it in this thread if you don't care to continue using it)) Originally Posted by veteran ((It's already done, let me just update it for the new banned list...give me a few minutes, and I'll post it in this thread if you don't care to continue using it)) ((We can keep using this thread.)) ((Alright...just made a few quick tweaks, I'll take a serious look at updating it later...)) Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 2. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 3. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Happy Lover 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 17. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 18. Garland, King of Destruction 19. Garland, King of Destruction 20. Claudia – Smoke Ball 21. Claudia – Smoke Ball 22. Claudia – Smoke Ball 23. Sent of the Thousand Hands 24. Sent of the Thousand Hands 25. Dark Factory of Mass Production 26. Dark Factory of Mass Production 27. Salvage 28. Salvage 29. Advanced Ritual Art 30. Preparation of Rites 31. Preparation of Rites 32. Preparation of Rites 33. Dawn of the Herald 34. Dark Hole 35. Giant Trade 36. Mystical Space Typhoon 37. Mystical Space Typhoon 38. Pot of Avarice 39. Pot of Avarice 40. Royal Decree 41. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend Initiative:(1d20)[15]Opening Hand:(5d40)[10][17][26][25][3](81)Rerolls:(3d40)[4][17][36](57){table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-5Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck 40: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Crusader of Endymion 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Alchemist of Black Spells 6) Alchemist of Black Spells 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Breaker the Magical Warrior 9) Breaker the Magical Warrior 10) Magical Exemplar 11) Magical Exemplar 12) Magical Exemplar 13) Magical Marionette 14) Magical Marionette 15) Magical Marionette 16) Dark Red Enchanter 17) Dark Red Enchanter 18) Frequency Magician 19) Frequency Magician 20) Frequency Magician 21) Spell Power Grasp 22) Spell Power Grasp 23) Spell Power Grasp 24) Magical Citadel of Endymion 25) Magical Citadel of Endymion 26) Solemn Judgment 27) Royal Decree 28) Royal Decree 29) Recycle 30) Recycle 31) Mystical Space Typhoon 32) Mystical Space Typhoon 33) Pot of Duality 34) Pot of Duality 35) Pot of Duality 36) Pot of Avarice 37) Pot of Avarice 38) Spell Absorption 39) Spell Absorption 40) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardRFGSpoiler Hide - (d20)[15](5d41)[28][27][17][35][13](120)(3d41)[32][27][3](62)Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide - Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide = RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 2. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 3. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Happy Lover 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 17. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 18. Garland, King of Destruction 19. Garland, King of Destruction 20. Claudia – Smoke Ball 21. Claudia – Smoke Ball 22. Claudia – Smoke Ball 23. Sent of the Thousand Hands 24. Sent of the Thousand Hands 25. Dark Factory of Mass Production 26. Dark Factory of Mass Production 27. Salvage 28. Salvage 29. Advanced Ritual Art 30. Preparation of Rites 31. Preparation of Rites 32. Preparation of Rites 33. Dawn of the Herald 34. Dark Hole 35. Giant Trade 36. Mystical Space Typhoon 37. Mystical Space Typhoon 38. Pot of Avarice 39. Pot of Avarice 40. Royal Decree 41. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend (rerolling unit.)(1d20)[15] ((Rolling Int.(d20)[20])) (d36)[23]"I will play Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands, and get Advanced Ritual Art from my deck and put it in my hand, then I will end my turn." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|MT|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]MT- Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands (ATK)(1400/1000)LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Giant Trade Happy Lover Dark Factory of Mass Production Advanced Ritual Art Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide = RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 2. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 3. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Garland, King of Destruction 17. Garland, King of Destruction 18. Claudia – Smoke Ball 19. Claudia – Smoke Ball 20. Claudia – Smoke Ball 21. Sent of the Thousand Hands 22. Sent of the Thousand Hands 23. Dark Factory of Mass Production 24. Preparation of Rites 25. Preparation of Rites 26. Preparation of Rites 27. Dawn of the Herald 28. Dark Hole 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Pot of Avarice 32. Pot of Avarice 33. Royal Decree 34. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Right my draw"(1d35)[15]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (2 Spell counters)Field:Magical Citadel of Endymion Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Dark Red Enchanter Crusader of Endymion Frequency Magician facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 34: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Alchemist of Black Spells 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Breaker the Magical Warrior 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Exemplar 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Magical Marionette 14) Dark Red Enchanter 15) Frequency Magician 16) Frequency Magician 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Spell Power Grasp 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Royal Decree 22) Royal Decree 23) Recycle 24) Recycle 25) Mystical Space Typhoon 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Avarice 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Spell Absorption 33) Spell Absorption 34) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardRFGSpoiler Hide - "I summon Magical Exemplar and follow it with Magical Citadel of Endymion, placing 2 spell counters on my Exemplar. Then my Exemplar shall attack your Manju. Finally, I set one card face down." "Then it is my turn." Draw - (d34)[33]"I will lay a monster face down, and another card face down, and end my turn." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Giant Trade Dark Factory of Mass Production Advanced Ritual Art Face down: Spoiler Hide M Happy Lover (3) S/T Royal Decree (3) GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 2. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 3. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Garland, King of Destruction 17. Garland, King of Destruction 18. Claudia – Smoke Ball 19. Claudia – Smoke Ball 20. Claudia – Smoke Ball 21. Sent of the Thousand Hands 22. Sent of the Thousand Hands 23. Dark Factory of Mass Production 24. Preparation of Rites 25. Preparation of Rites 26. Preparation of Rites 27. Dawn of the Herald 28. Dark Hole 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Pot of Avarice 32. Pot of Avarice 33. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Running scared already?"(1d34)[5]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|CE-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (2 Spell counters)CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200Field:Magical Citadel of Endymion Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Dark Red Enchanter Crusader of Endymion Frequency Magician Alchemist of Black Spells facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 34: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Alchemist of Black Spells 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Breaker the Magical Warrior 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Exemplar 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Magical Marionette 14) Dark Red Enchanter 15) Frequency Magician 16) Frequency Magician 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Spell Power Grasp 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Royal Decree 22) Royal Decree 23) Recycle 24) Recycle 25) Mystical Space Typhoon 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Avarice 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Spell Absorption 33) Spell Absorption 34) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - "Though I guess being careful is a good idea right now. I summon Crusader of Endymion and end my turn." (d33)[2]"I will flip my face down trap, Royal Decree! Then I will place another creature face down and end my turn." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|f|--|-|RD|-|-[/table]RD- Royal Decree LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Giant Trade Dark Factory of Mass Production Advanced Ritual Art Face down: Spoiler Hide M Happy Lover (3) Claudia – Sheep Cloud (4) S/T Royal Decree (3) GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 3. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Garland, King of Destruction 17. Garland, King of Destruction 18. Claudia – Smoke Ball 19. Claudia – Smoke Ball 20. Claudia – Smoke Ball 21. Sent of the Thousand Hands 22. Sent of the Thousand Hands 23. Dark Factory of Mass Production 24. Preparation of Rites 25. Preparation of Rites 26. Preparation of Rites 27. Dawn of the Herald 28. Dark Hole 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Pot of Avarice 32. Pot of Avarice 33. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Quite interesting."(1d33)[20]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|CE-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (3 Spell counters)CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200Field:Magical Citadel of Endymion Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Dark Red Enchanter Frequency Magician Alchemist of Black Spells facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 33: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Dark Red Enchanter 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Magical Citadel of Endymion 20) Royal Decree 21) Recycle 22) Recycle 23) Mystical Space Typhoon 24) Mystical Space Typhoon 25) Pot of Duality 26) Pot of Duality 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Avarice 29) Pot of Avarice 30) Spell Absorption 31) Spell Absorption 32) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - "I'll Gemini summon Crusader and use his effect to add a counter to Exemplar. Then Crusader shall attack your face down on the left." "You destroy my Happy Lover. Anything else?" "Exemplar will attack your other face down. And then I will be done." "You destroy my Claudia - Sheep Cloud, which gives me two "Claudia Tokens". And now I take my turn."(d32)[13]"I will play Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands to bring a Herald of Perfection to my hand. Now I will play Advanced Ritual Art, sending two Claudia - Smoke Balls, and two Happy Lovers from my deck to my graveyard to Ritual Summon Herald of Perfection in defense mode! Next I will play Dark Factory of Mass Production to pull two Happy Lovers from my Graveyard to my hand. Then I will play Giant Trade, returning all spell/trap cards to their owner's hands, and Finally I will lay a card face down and end my turn." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5MT|HP|-|T|T-|-|f|-|-[/table]MT- Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands (ATK)(1400/1000)HP- Herald of Perfection (DEF)(1800/2800)T- Claudia Token (DEF)(0/0)LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Happy Lover Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T Royal Decree (3) GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands Happy Lover Claudia - Sheep Cloud Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trade Claudia – Smoke Ball Claudia – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 2. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Honest 9. Honest 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Garland, King of Destruction 12. Garland, King of Destruction 13. Claudia – Smoke Ball 14. Sent of the Thousand Hands 15. Sent of the Thousand Hands 16. Dark Factory of Mass Production 17. Preparation of Rites 18. Preparation of Rites 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Dawn of the Herald 21. Dark Hole 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Pot of Avarice 25. Pot of Avarice 26. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "That not going to save you."(1d32)[6]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|f-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (7 Spell counters)Field:Magical Citadel of Endymion Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Magical Citadel of Endymion Royal Decree Frequency Magician Alchemist of Black Spells Breaker the Magical Warrior facedownsSpoiler Hide 5. Dark Red Enchanter 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 32: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Dark Red Enchanter 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Magical Citadel of Endymion 20) Royal Decree 21) Recycle 22) Recycle 23) Mystical Space Typhoon 24) Mystical Space Typhoon 25) Pot of Duality 26) Pot of Duality 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Avarice 29) Pot of Avarice 30) Spell Absorption 31) Spell Absorption 32) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - "I'll set one card face down then tribute Crusader to summon a monster face down. I'll end my turn there." ((Did you replay your Magical Citadel, or is it still in your hand?)) ((Forgot about it thanks.)) "Then I'll draw."(d26)[25]"I will flip my face down card, Royal Decree, then I will switch my Manju to defense position and pass my turn." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5MT|HP|-|T|T-|-|RD|-|-[/table]MT- Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands (DEF)(1400/1000)HP- Herald of Perfection (DEF)(1800/2800)T- Claudia Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal Decree LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Happy Lover Pot of Avarice Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands Happy Lover Claudia - Sheep Cloud Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trade Claudia – Smoke Ball Claudia – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 2. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Honest 9. Honest 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Garland, King of Destruction 12. Garland, King of Destruction 13. Claudia – Smoke Ball 14. Sent of the Thousand Hands 15. Sent of the Thousand Hands 16. Dark Factory of Mass Production 17. Preparation of Rites 18. Preparation of Rites 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Dawn of the Herald 21. Dark Hole 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Pot of Avarice 25. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Time to bring this to a close then."(1d31)[8]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5f|-|ME|-|f-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (7 Spell counters)Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Alchemist of Black Spells Breaker the Magical Warrior Magical Citadel of Endymion Magical Exemplar facedownsSpoiler Hide 1. Frequency Magician 5. Dark Red Enchanter 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 30: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Spell Power Grasp 15) Spell Power Grasp 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Magical Citadel of Endymion 18) Royal Decree 19) Recycle 20) Recycle 21) Mystical Space Typhoon 22) Mystical Space Typhoon 23) Pot of Duality 24) Pot of Duality 25) Pot of Duality 26) Pot of Avarice 27) Pot of Avarice 28) Spell Absorption 29) Spell Absorption 30) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - "Though right now I'll just add another face down." "Then that means it is my turn." Draw:(d25)[22]"I will lay a face down and end my turn." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5MT|HP|-|T|T-|-|RD|-|f[/table]MT- Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands (DEF)(1400/1000)HP- Herald of Perfection (DEF)(1800/2800)T- Claudia Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal Decree LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Happy Lover Pot of Avarice Face down: Spoiler Hide M S/T Mystical Space Typhoon (5) GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands Happy Lover Claudia - Sheep Cloud Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trade Claudia – Smoke Ball Claudia – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 2. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Honest 9. Honest 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Garland, King of Destruction 12. Garland, King of Destruction 13. Claudia – Smoke Ball 14. Sent of the Thousand Hands 15. Sent of the Thousand Hands 16. Dark Factory of Mass Production 17. Preparation of Rites 18. Preparation of Rites 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Dawn of the Herald 21. Dark Hole 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Pot of Avarice 24. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "That's not going to save you."(1d30)[16]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|RDA|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (7 Spell counters)RDA-Red Dragon Archfiend-3000/2000Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-6Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Alchemist of Black Spells Breaker the Magical Warrior Magical Citadel of Endymion Magical Exemplar Spell Power Grasp facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 30: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Spell Power Grasp 15) Spell Power Grasp 16) Magical Citadel of Endymion 17) Royal Decree 18) Recycle 19) Recycle 20) Mystical Space Typhoon 21) Mystical Space Typhoon 22) Pot of Duality 23) Pot of Duality 24) Pot of Duality 25) Pot of Avarice 26) Pot of Avarice 27) Spell Absorption 28) Spell Absorption 29) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Frequency Magician Dark Red Enchanter Spoiler Hide - "First I'll flip my Frequency Magician and Dark Red Enchanter and Synchro Summon Red Dragon Archfiend. Any responses before he attacks your herald?" "I do not." "Then my Dragon shall attack your Herald, but unfortunately your Herald's effect will give it a chance to drag my Dragon into the grave with it, if you so desire." "Of course, when the Dragon's effect triggers, I will discard a Happy Lover to negate the effect and destroy the dragon." "Your herald is still destroyed, so now my exemplar shall attack your Manju. After combat, I'll remove 6 spell counters from my exemplar to re-summon Dark Red Enchanter. Then I'll summon another Exemplar, replay my Citadel, and play a Spell Power Grasp targeting my Enchanter, remove the 4 counters I just placed on my Exemplar to summon an Alchemist of Black Spells in attack mode, who will switch to defense mode to grant my Enchanter another counter. Your move."{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|ARE|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (7/2 Spell counters)Denmark Red Enchanter-3200/2200(5 Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Spell Power Grasp facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 28: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Spell Power Grasp 15) Magical Citadel of Endymion 16) Royal Decree 17) Recycle 18) Recycle 19) Mystical Space Typhoon 20) Mystical Space Typhoon 21) Pot of Duality 22) Pot of Duality 23) Pot of Duality 24) Pot of Avarice 25) Pot of Avarice 26) Spell Absorption 27) Spell Absorption 28) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spoiler Hide - "When you summon your Magical Citadel, I flip my face down card revealing Mystical Space Typhoon, and destroy it. Does this change any of your other actions?" "No it does not other than increment all my monsters counters." "Then it's back to me"(d24)[22]"I will play Pot of Avarice, sending back two Manaus, two Happy Lovers, and my Herald of Perfection in order to draw 2 cards. Now, I will set a monster, and place another card face down and end my turn." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|f|-|T|T-|-|RD|f|-[/table’T- Claudia Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal Decree LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Happy Lover Herald of Orange Light Face down: Spoiler Hide M Claudia – Sheep Cloud (2) S/T Mystical Space Typhoon (4) GY: Spoiler Hide Claudia - Sheep Cloud Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trade Claudia – Smoke Ball Claudia – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production Mystical Space Typhoon Pot of Avarice RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 2. Herald of Orange Light 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Perfection 5. Herald of Perfection 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Honest 8. Honest 9. Happy Lover 10. Happy Lover 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 13. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 14. Garland, King of Destruction 15. Garland, King of Destruction 16. Claudia – Smoke Ball 17. Sent of the Thousand Hands 18. Sent of the Thousand Hands 19. Dark Factory of Mass Production 20. Preparation of Rites 21. Preparation of Rites 22. Preparation of Rites 23. Dawn of the Herald 24. Dark Hole 25. Pot of Avarice 26. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend Pot Draw:(d28)[1](d27)[4] "Right my draw"(1d28)[22]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|ARE|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (9/4 Spell counters)Denmark Red Enchanter-4100/2200(8 Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 28: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Magical Citadel of Endymion 15) Royal Decree 16) Recycle 17) Recycle 18) Mystical Space Typhoon 19) Mystical Space Typhoon 20) Pot of Duality 21) Pot of Duality 22) Pot of Avarice 23) Pot of Avarice 24) Spell Absorption 25) Spell Absorption 26) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp Spoiler Hide - "I'll play another Spell Power Grasp targeting my enchanter. Then I'll switch my Alchemist to attack mode. One of my exemplars will attack your face down while my alchemist and the other destroy your cloud tokens. Assuming your face down is destroyed Enchanter shall attack thee directly (3800 damage) otherwise it shall obliterate your monster. And to end my turn I will activate my Alchemists effect switching him back to defense mode to add another counter to enchanter." "My face down was another Claudia - Sheep Cloud, so I get two more tokens, and after you finish your attacks, I am down to one Token. So I draw."(d26)[8]"I will play Salvage, returning two Claudia - Sheep Clouds to my hand. Then I will set a monster and end my turn." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|f|-|-|T-|-|RD|f|-[/table’T- Claudia Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal Decree LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Happy Lover Herald of Orange Light Honest Claudia - Sheep Cloud Face down: Spoiler Hide M Claudia – Sheep Cloud (2) S/T Mystical Space Typhoon (4) GY: Spoiler Hide Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trade Claudia – Smoke Ball Claudia – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production Mystical Space Typhoon Pot of Avarice Salvage RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Claudia – Sheep Cloud 2. Herald of Orange Light 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Perfection 5. Herald of Perfection 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Honest 8. Happy Lover 9. Happy Lover 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 13. Garland, King of Destruction 14. Garland, King of Destruction 15. Claudia – Smoke Ball 16. Sent of the Thousand Hands 17. Sent of the Thousand Hands 18. Dark Factory of Mass Production 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Preparation of Rites 21. Preparation of Rites 22. Dawn of the Herald 23. Dark Hole 24. Pot of Avarice 25. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Stalling, huh? Not going to work for long."(1d26)[8]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|ARE|AM-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (3/2 Spell counters)Denmark Red Enchanter-4100/2200(8 Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800AM-Arcanite Magician-3400/1800(3 Spell Counters)Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 26: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Magical Citadel of Endymion 15) Royal Decree 16) Recycle 17) Recycle 18) Mystical Space Typhoon 19) Mystical Space Typhoon 20) Pot of Duality 21) Pot of Duality 22) Pot of Avarice 23) Pot of Avarice 24) Spell Absorption 25) Spell Absorption 26) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp Magical Marionette Spoiler Hide - "First I'll tribute my Alchemist To summon Magical Marionette, then I'll remove 2 spell counters from my Exemplar with 4 to resummon Frequency Magician who will tune with my Marionette to summon Granite Magician. I'll then remove 4 counters from my other exemplar to re-summon Alchemist who will go to defense to add another counter to Granite. Finally, I'll remove 2 counters from my exemplar with more counters for Granite's effect to destroy your two monsters. Now my mages will attack directly for the game, any responses?" "Of course, when Granite's effect is activated, I send Herald of Orange Light and Happy Lover to my graveyard to negate its effect and destroy your Granite Magician, you may continue your turn." "Then I'll activate my last Spell Power Grasp targeting Enchanter, followed by Pot of Duality."{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|ARE|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (8/6 Spell counters)Denmark Red Enchanter-5000/2200(1a Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 25: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Dark Red Enchanter 11) Frequency Magician 12) Frequency Magician 13) Magical Citadel of Endymion 14) Royal Decree 15) Recycle 16) Recycle 17) Mystical Space Typhoon 18) Mystical Space Typhoon 19) Pot of Duality 20) Pot of Duality 21) Pot of Avarice 22) Pot of Avarice 23) Spell Absorption 24) Spell Absorption 25) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp Magical Marionette Granite Magician Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality Spoiler Hide - * post roll count doesn't match database Pot Reveals:(3d25)[21][11][8](40)(Frequency Magician, Magical Marionette, Pot of Avarice) Pot of Avarice taken.{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|ARE|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (8/6 Spell counters)Denmark Red Enchanter-5000/2200 (11 Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Pot of Avarice facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 24: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Dark Red Enchanter 11) Frequency Magician 12) Frequency Magician 13) Magical Citadel of Endymion 14) Royal Decree 15) Recycle 16) Recycle 17) Mystical Space Typhoon 18) Mystical Space Typhoon 19) Pot of Duality 20) Pot of Duality 21) Pot of Avarice 22) Spell Absorption 23) Spell Absorption 24) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp Magical Marionette Granite Magician Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality Spoiler Hide - "My Enchanter shall attack your face down, followed by one exemplar attacking your leftover token, and the other, presuming you reset one of your sheep clouds will attack a generated token." "You would be correct, and I am still left with 1 token." Draw - (d25)[1]"I will set a monster and end my turn." Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|f|-|-|T-|-|RD|f|-[/table’T- Claudia Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal Decree LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Honest Claudia - Sheep Cloud Face down: Spoiler Hide M Claudia – Sheep Cloud (2) S/T Mystical Space Typhoon (4) GY: Spoiler Hide Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trade Claudia – Smoke Ball Claudia – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production Mystical Space Typhoon Pot of Avarice Salvage Happy Lover Herald of Orange Light Claudia - Sheep Cloud RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Herald of Orange Light 2. Herald of Orange Light 3. Herald of Perfection 4. Herald of Perfection 5. Herald of Perfection 6. Honest 7. Happy Lover 8. Happy Lover 9. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Garland, King of Destruction 13. Garland, King of Destruction 14. Claudia – Smoke Ball 15. Sent of the Thousand Hands 16. Sent of the Thousand Hands 17. Dark Factory of Mass Production 18. Preparation of Rites 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Preparation of Rites 21. Dawn of the Herald 22. Dark Hole 23. Pot of Avarice 24. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goya Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Warm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Pars hath 12. Avenging Knight Pars hath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Right my draw then."(1d24)[4]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|ME|ME|ARE|TM-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (6/6 Spell counters)Denmark Red Enchanter-5000/2200 (12 Spell Counters)TM-Tempest Magician-2200-1400(1 Spell Counter)Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Pot of Avarice Alchemist of Black Spells facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Solemn Judgment Deck 24: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Breaker the Magical Warrior 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Magical Exemplar 7) Magical Marionette 8) Magical Marionette 9) Dark Red Enchanter 10) Frequency Magician 11) Frequency Magician 12) Magical Citadel of Endymion 13) Royal Decree 14) Recycle 15) Recycle 16) Mystical Space Typhoon 17) Mystical Space Typhoon 18) Pot of Duality 19) Pot of Duality 20) Pot of Avarice 21) Spell Absorption 22) Spell Absorption 23) Threatening Roar Extra Deck Spoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 2xTempest Magician 2xArcanite Magician Goya Guardian Black Rose Dragon Britney Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon Graveyard Spoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp Magical Marionette Granite Magician Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality Alchemist of Black Spells Spoiler Hide - "First I'll switch Alchemist to attack mode then use his effect to go back into defense and place a spell counter on enchanter. Then I'll remove 2 counters from my greater exemplar to re-summon Frequency Magician, who I'll tune to Alchemist to summon Tempest Magician, whose effect I'll now activate for the game. Any response?"((Field before Tempest's effect.)) "No response" ((Good game, though on the last turn I had lots of options of how to perform a kill. Any tips on how to get the deck able to set up quicker?)) ((A few cards you "might" consider... Summoner Monk as a way to get a Tuner Royal Magical Library possibly as added dragoon Table of Contents X3 as a simple way to thin your deck and get counters would drop the Spell Absorptions as they don't really help you kill the opponent or thin the deck, or neutralize a threat. Maybe think Book of Moon for dealing with threats... And don't forget about Dark Hole! I guess it really depends on how much you want to focus on the "counter" aspect of the deck.))

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP Exhibition - jindra34 vs theterran

Yu-Gi-Oh Tournament ITP_ The Emerald Room

(IOC: This is the thread reserved for the third round tournament match between Indra 34 and Mercenary Pen-in the personas of HIIT and Sulfuric.) Sulfuric entered the chamber, tense from having sat out of the second round. As a warrior and a bard, it was difficult for him to sit out of the action- and yet it would have been equally difficult for him to deliberately lose. Raising his hip flask to his lips he offered a silent toast to his opponent and to the moderating judge." Perhaps we should begin?"he inquired. Initiative(1d20)[20]Draws(5d41)[39][26][10][13][41](129)Re-rolls(3d41)[19][19][4](42)All brawn, some brain (41 cards)Spoiler Hide Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Thunder King Ricoh 12- Honest 13- Honest 14- Mist Archfiend 15- Mist Archfiend 16- Goblin Attack Force 17- Goblin Attack Force 18- Plague spreader Zombie 19- Counselor Lily 20- Counselor Lily 21- Dandelion 22- Dandelion 23- Cyber Dragon 24- Forbidden Chalice 25- Forbidden Chalice 26- Forbidden Chalice 27- Mind Control 28- Brain Control 29- Heavy Storm 30- Mystical Space Typhoon 31- Giant Trade 32- Foolish Burial 33- Pot of Avarice 34- Pot of Avarice 35- Skill Drain 36- Skill Drain 37- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 38- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 39- Call of the Haunted 40- Mirror Force 41- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon HIIT calmly walks in and looking around sits down,"Normally I'd be all for getting this over quickly. But given your attitude I think we should wait for a representative of our honored host to arrive before we begin. After all don't want to be rude or anything." (IOC: I've mentioned the presence of the tournament judge in the background- but I'm trying to take up as much of the slack as I can because Shadow Elf is as busy as he is... But, I'll try and put in the specified judge properly now)"Harrumph, I am High General Sawing Black manor and I shall be moderating this duel. Duelists begin when you are ready." ((You guys go right ahead. I said at the beginning that I don't mind if other people speak through the Adjudicators in my absence. Enjoy the duels!)) "Right then lets begin." Initiative:(1d20)[9]Opening Hand:(5d42)[11][11][36][8][6](72)Rerolls:(3d42)[3][25][25](53){table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-5Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 41Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - "I'll begin this saga by drawing." Draw:(1d36)[15]Life points: 8000Spoiler Hide Hand:Spoiler Hide Call of the Haunted Honest Face-down:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice (S/T2), Torrential Tribute (S/T5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide - Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Goblin Attack Force 16- Plague spreader Zombie 17- Counselor Lily 18- Counselor Lily 19- Dandelion 20- Dandelion 21- Cyber Dragon 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Forbidden Chalice 24- Mind Control 25- Brain Control 26- Heavy Storm 27- Mystical Space Typhoon 28- Giant Trade 29- Foolish Burial 30- Pot of Avarice 31- Pot of Avarice 32- Skill Drain 33- Skill Drain 34- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 35- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 36- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll start by summoning my emissary of Thor, Thunder King Ricoh in face-up attack position, then I'll set two cards face-down and end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||TK|||f|||f[/table]f= face-down TK= Thunder King Ricoh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800) "Well lets see how I can respond to that."(1d36)[21]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|LV|-[/table]Lightning Vortex Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Backfire Little Chimera Magma Drag Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Spoiler Hide - Side Deck:Spoiler Hide 1-2:Bottomless Trap Hole 3: Pot of Avarice 4. Transmigration Prophecy 5. Torrential Tribute 6-8. Dust Tornado 9. Magic Cylinder 10-12. Draining Shield 13-15. Dimensional Prison "Right I'll start this turn of by activating Lightning Vortex discarding a HIIT the Fire Charmer to destroy your Thunder King Ricoh. Any responses? "Unfortunately, no." "Then I'll summon Magma Drag, have it attack you and then set one card face down and end my turn.{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|MD|-|--|-|f|-[/table]Romagna Drago-1400(1600 after attack)/600Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide 3. Backfire Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Spoiler Hide - "I'll draw once again." Draw:(1d35)[27]Life points: 6600Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trade Face-down:Spoiler Hide Call of the Haunted (S/T3), Torrential Tribute (S/T5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide - Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plague spreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Counselor Lily 18- Dandelion 19- Dandelion 20- Cyber Dragon 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Heavy Storm 26- Mystical Space Typhoon 27- Giant Trade 28- Foolish Burial 29- Pot of Avarice 30- Pot of Avarice 31- Skill Drain 32- Skill Drain 33- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 34- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 35- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Okay, I'll summon my Goblin attack force to the field, and attack your Magma Drag with it, activating my face-down Forbidden Chalice during the damage step-boosting the attack of my Goblins by 400 until my end phase, also negating their effect during the same period. During my second Main Phase, I set one card face-down, ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||||GF|FC|f||f[/table]f= face-down FC= Forbidden Chalice GF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK:2700*, DEF: 0)*- 2300 after my end phase. "When you attack I activate Backfire, so now whenever one of my monsters is destroyed you take 500 points of damage. Does that change anything?"{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|BF|-[/table]BF-Backfire Field:Life Points 6900Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Spoiler Hide - "Only my life point total." Life Points: 6100 "Right well lets see what the cards have in store for us next."(1d35)[13]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|LC|-|--|-|BF|-|LB[/table]LC-Little Chimera-1100/550BF-BackfireLB-Level Limit - Area Field:Life Points 6900Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Spoiler Hide - "Fun. First I shall play Level Limit - Area B, switching your goblins and any monsters of similar or higher power to defense automagically. Then I'll summon a Little Chimera to destroy your goblins. Assuming no responses your turn. "Wrong assumption, activate Torrential Tribute in response to your summon. How does that change your turn?" "Well you'll take 500 points of damage. And when my turn ends we'll both have no monsters.{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|BF|-|LB[/table]BF-Backfield-Level Limit - Area Field:Life Points 6900Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 34Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Little Chimera Spoiler Hide - "I'll draw again." Draw:(1d34)[16]Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trade Face-down:Spoiler Hide Counselor Lily (M2), Call of the Haunted (S/T3) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Goblin Attack Force Torrential Tribute Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plague spreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Counselor Lily 18- Dandelion 19- Dandelion 20- Cyber Dragon 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Heavy Storm 26- Mystical Space Typhoon 27- Foolish Burial 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Pot of Avarice 30- Skill Drain 31- Skill Drain 32- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 33- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 34- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll set one monster face-down in defense and end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5|f|||||f||[/table]f= face-down "Trying to find away around my limiter?"(1d34)[2]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|--|-|BF|-|LB[/table]BF-Backfield-Level Limit - Area Field:Life Points 6900Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide Little Chimera Deck: 33Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Little Chimera Spoiler Hide - "Though I too shall set one monster down and end." "Not trying, merely making sure that my timing is correct, during your end phase I activate my face-down Call of the Haunted, which brings back my Goblin Attack Force. Any counters?" Life Points: 5100Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trade Face-down:Spoiler Hide Counselor Lily (M2) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plague spreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Counselor Lily 18- Dandelion 19- Dandelion 20- Cyber Dragon 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Heavy Storm 26- Mystical Space Typhoon 27- Foolish Burial 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Pot of Avarice 30- Skill Drain 31- Skill Drain 32- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 33- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 34- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon {table]1|2|3|4|5|f||GF|||CH||[/table]f= face-down GF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK: 2300,DEF: 0)CH= Call of the Haunted "Nope, though don't see the point of that." "You will see my plan unfold this turn, but first I draw." Draw:(1d33)[18]Life Points: 5100Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Dandelion Giant Trade Face-down:Spoiler Hide - Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plague spreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandelion 18- Dandelion 19- Cyber Dragon 20- Forbidden Chalice 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Mind Control 23- Brain Control 24- Heavy Storm 25- Mystical Space Typhoon 26- Foolish Burial 27- Pot of Avarice 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Skill Drain 30- Skill Drain 31- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 32- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 33- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll set things in motion by flip summoning my face-down Counselor Lily and then tuning it with my Goblin Attack Force to unleash the mighty Black Rose Dragon. When Black Rose Dragon is synchro summoned, I can use its effect to destroy every card on the field- and I do exactly that. Any counters?"{table]1|2|3|4|5||||||||[/table] "Again no, but remember to take another 500 points of damage." "Much as I'd like to forget that, I cannot. However, I now normal summon Honest in attack position, and attack you directly with it, using its effect during my second main phase to return it to my hand. End turn." Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Dandelion Giant Trade Face-down:Spoiler Hide - Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plague spreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandelion 18- Dandelion 19- Cyber Dragon 20- Forbidden Chalice 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Mind Control 23- Brain Control 24- Heavy Storm 25- Mystical Space Typhoon 26- Foolish Burial 27- Pot of Avarice 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Skill Drain 30- Skill Drain 31- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 32- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 33- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon {table]1|2|3|4|5||||||||[/table] "You might want to leave something on defense."(1d33)[26]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide c. Ultimate Baseball Kid 3. Threatening Roar Deck: 33Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Spoiler Hide - "Well two face downs, one a monster, and that will be turned." "I'll defend when there's something to defend against. For now, I draw." Draw:(1d32)[18]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trade Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandelion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plague spreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandelion 18- Cyber Dragon 19- Forbidden Chalice 20- Forbidden Chalice 21- Mind Control 22- Brain Control 23- Heavy Storm 24- Mystical Space Typhoon 25- Foolish Burial 26- Pot of Avarice 27- Pot of Avarice 28- Skill Drain 29- Skill Drain 30- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 31- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 32- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "With a monster on your field, and no monsters on mine, I special summon Cyber Dragon from my hand, then set one monster in face-down defense, ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD|||f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)f= face-down(IOC: I desperately need to turn in now, I'll pick up again tomorrow morning.) "Right then my turn."(1d32)[20]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|-f|-|f|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide c. Ultimate Baseball Kid 1,3. Threatening Roar Deck: 31Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Spoiler Hide - "One more face down, and I'll be done."((Okay I was at the same point too.)) "Well, I suppose I'll have to keep drawing until you find your courage." Draw:(1d31)[25]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-3:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trade Pot of Avarice Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandelion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plague spreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandelion 18- Forbidden Chalice 19- Forbidden Chalice 20- Mind Control 21- Brain Control 22- Heavy Storm 23- Mystical Space Typhoon 24- Foolish Burial 25- Pot of Avarice 26- Pot of Avarice 27- Skill Drain 28- Skill Drain 29- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 30- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 31- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll attack your face-down with my Cyber Dragon. Any response?"{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD|||f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)f= face-down "I'll activate my Threatening Roar in spot 1. Sorry but your dragons do nothing this turn." "I expected you'd have something to do, but it leaves you with one fewer resource when things really matter. I end my turn." "Then we will wait on the future."(1d31)[20]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5f|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide a.UFO Turtle c. Ultimate Baseball Kid 3. Threatening Roar Deck: 31Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Spoiler Hide - "This time it will be a face down monster that I play. And the field is shaping up nicely." "Indeed, only the future shall reveal what this saga holds." Draw:(1d30)[14]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Pot of Avarice Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandelion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Giant Trade Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plague spreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandelion 18- Forbidden Chalice 19- Forbidden Chalice 20- Mind Control 21- Brain Control 22- Heavy Storm 23- Mystical Space Typhoon 24- Foolish Burial 25- Pot of Avarice 26- Skill Drain 27- Skill Drain 28- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 29- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 30- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll summon Goblin Attack Force to the field in attack position, then activate the spell card Giant Trade to send your back row back to your hand. Do you have any counters for that?"{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD||GF|f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)GF=Goblin Attack Force (ATK:2300, DEF:0)f= face-down "In response to your storm I'll activate the face down you would be returning, another Threatening Roar." "In which case, I'll end my turn there." "Then once more I draw."(1d30)[18]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5f|-|f|-|f-|-|-|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide a.UFO Turtle c. Ultimate Baseball Kid e. Fox Fire Deck: 29Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Threatening Roar Spoiler Hide - "And all I can do is add another face down monster." "Time for me to take control here." Draw:(1d29)[8]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Pot of Avarice Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandelion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Giant Trade Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Plague spreader Zombie 15- Counselor Lily 16- Dandelion 17- Forbidden Chalice 18- Forbidden Chalice 19- Mind Control 20- Brain Control 21- Heavy Storm 22- Mystical Space Typhoon 23- Foolish Burial 24- Pot of Avarice 25- Skill Drain 26- Skill Drain 27- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 28- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 29- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll tribute my Goblin Attack force to summon Majestic Much- OHA in face-up attack position. Then I'll enter my battle phase, having Cyber Dragon attack your monster in zone 1, and Majestic Much- OHA will attack your monster in zone 5. After that, I'll end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD||MO|f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)MO=Majestic Much- OHA (ATK:2400, DEF:1400)f= face-down "My face down in spot one is a UFO Turtle which I'll use to pull out another UFO Turtle, does that change anything?" "No changes." "Then you'll also kill my pet Foxfire. Now let's see what this next draw is."(1d28)[28]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UFO|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]UFO-UFO Turtle-1400/1200Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide c. Ultimate Baseball Kid 3. Mirror Force Deck: 29Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Threatening Roar UFO Turtle Fox Fire Spoiler Hide - "My turtle will go to defense mode, and then I'll set one card face down. Your turn and use it wisely." "Nasty habit, giving your opponent hints in the heat of a duel. Time to break you of it." Draw:(1d28)[12]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-3:Spoiler Hide Honest Pot of Avarice Mist Archfiend Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandelion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Giant Trade Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Thunder King Ricoh 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Honest 11- Mist Archfiend 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Plague spreader Zombie 14- Counselor Lily 15- Dandelion 16- Forbidden Chalice 17- Forbidden Chalice 18- Mind Control 19- Brain Control 20- Heavy Storm 21- Mystical Space Typhoon 22- Foolish Burial 23- Pot of Avarice 24- Skill Drain 25- Skill Drain 26- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 27- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 28- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "No new summons this turn, so I'll go straight on the attack. Cyber Dragon attacks your face-down in monster zone 3, then I'll end rather than destroying your UFO Turtle."{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD||MO|f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)MO=Majestic Much- OHA (ATK:2400, DEF:1400)f= face-down "Sorry but when your dragon attacks I activate Mirror Force. I'm sure your familiar with its effects. And I do not give tips, I play mind games. "In that case, I'll activate Pot of Avarice returning Thunder King Ricoh, Cyber Dragon, Majestic Much-Ohka, Goblin Attack Force and Counselor Lily to my deck to draw two cards." Draws for Pot of Avarice:(2d32)[9][17](26)Re-roll:(1d32)[9]"Now that leaves me cowering behind my poor little face-down card as I end my turn, and leaves you to face off against the same monsters all over again, this time without your trap card." Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Honest Mist Archfiend Thunder King Ricoh Mind Control Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandelion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Call of the Haunted Giant Trade Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Thunder King Ricoh 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Honest 11- Mist Archfiend 12- Plague spreader Zombie 13- Counselor Lily 14- Dandelion 15- Forbidden Chalice 16- Forbidden Chalice 17- Mind Control 18- Brain Control 19- Heavy Storm 20- Mystical Space Typhoon 21- Foolish Burial 22- Pot of Avarice 23- Skill Drain 24- Skill Drain 25- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 26- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 27- Mirror Force 28- Thunder King Ricoh 29- Cyber Dragon 30- Majestic Much- OHA 31- Goblin Attack Force 32- Counselor Lily Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon {table]1|2|3|4|5||||f||||[/table]f= face-down "Too bad the shan't likely go on for that long. For now is the time when I shall strike."(1d27)[5]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UFO|-|UK|-|MD-|-|-|-|-[/table]UFO-UFO Turtle-1400/1200MD-Magna Drago-1400 (1600 after attack)/600UBK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500(+1000 per fire monster on field)/1000Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - face downs Deck: 26Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magma Drag Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Threatening Roar UFO Turtle Fox Fire Mirror Force Spoiler Hide - "I'll start this of by summoning once more Magma Drag, then I'll flip summon Ultimate Baseball Kid. And before attacking my turn shall also be switched to attack mode. Now my baseball kid will attack your face down and my other two monsters shall hit your life points directly. "I hate to disillusion you, but my face-down monster is Dandelion, and when it's sent to my graveyard, I special summon a pair of fluff tokens in defense position to soak up your attacks. How does that change your turn?" Besides soaking the attacks and preventing Drag from gaining attack nothing. Now you're the one delaying. "Claim all you want that I'm delaying, but I intend to go back on the offensive this turn." Draw:(1d30)[12]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Honest Mist Archfiend Counselor Lily Mind Control Face-down:Spoiler Hide - Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Call of the Haunted Giant Trade Pot of Avarice Dandelion Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Thunder King Ricoh 9- Honest 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Plague spreader Zombie 12- Counselor Lily 13- Dandelion 14- Forbidden Chalice 15- Forbidden Chalice 16- Brain Control 17- Heavy Storm 18- Mystical Space Typhoon 19- Foolish Burial 20- Pot of Avarice 21- Skill Drain 22- Skill Drain 23- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 24- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 25- Mirror Force 26- Thunder King Ricoh 27- Cyber Dragon 28- Majestic Much- OHA 29- Goblin Attack Force 30- Counselor Lily Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll summon the mighty Thunder King Ricoh back to the field, and command him to attack and destroy your Magma Drag. Then I'll end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||TK||||||[/table]TK= Thunder King Ricoh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800) "Well you went on the attack, though the success of it is still up in the air. My draw.(1d26)[21]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UFO|-|UK|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]UFO-UFO Turtle-1400/1200UBK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500(+1000 per fire monster on field)/1000Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide Mystical Space Typhoon Deck: 25Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magma Drag Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Graveyard Spoiler Hide HIIT the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magma Drag Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Threatening Roar UFO Turtle Fox Fire Mirror Force Magma Drag Spoiler Hide - "I'll set one card face down and switch my turtle to defense mode. Your turn." "I notice that you aren't fighting back too well though, not running scared of the Honest you know I have in my hand are you?" Draw:(1d29)[11]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Counselor Lily Face-down:Spoiler Hide - Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Call of the Haunted Black Rose Dragon Giant Trade Pot of Avarice Dandelion Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide Top of deck due to Plague spreader Zombie: Mist Archfiend. 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Thunder King Ricoh 9- Honest 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Plague spreader Zombie 12- Dandelion 13- Forbidden Chalice 14- Forbidden Chalice 15- Brain Control 16- Heavy Storm 17- Mystical Space Typhoon 18- Foolish Burial 19- Pot of Avarice 20- Skill Drain 21- Skill Drain 22- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 23- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 24- Mirror Force 25- Thunder King Ricoh 26- Cyber Dragon 27- Majestic Much- OHA 28- Goblin Attack Force 29- Counselor Lily Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- The flute of summoning Turbo 8- The flute of summoning Turbo 9- Winged Turbo 10- Winged Turbo 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll start this off by normal summoning the Plague spreader Zombie I just drew, then I'll activate Mind Control to take away your UFO Turtle, tuning it with my Plague spreader to synchro summon Britney, dragon of the ice-barrier in attack position. I'll now return a card from my hand to the top of my deck to revive Plague spreader by its own effect, tuning it with Thunder King Ricoh to synchro summon Goya Guardian, also in attack position. Now since Ultimate Baseball Kid's effect only boosts its attack for every OTHER Fire-attribute monster on the field, I'll now attack it with Britney at its original attack of 500, dealing 1800 points of damage, then I'll attack directly with Goya Guardian for 2800 points of damage. I end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5BDI||GG||||||[/table]GG= Goya Guardian (ATK: 2800, DEF: 2000)BDI= Britney, Dragon of the Ice-Barrier (ATK: 2300, DEF: 1400) "Right lets see what this draw is.(1d25)[10]"Unfortunately that draw helps me little, I have to yield the First match, shall we begin the second?" (IOC: Side-deck changes in first spoiler)Spoiler Hide -2x Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror, +2x Winged Turbo -2x Mist Archfiend, +2x The flute of summoning Turbo -1x Pot of Avarice, +1x Berserker Crush Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Majestic Much- OHA 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Thunder King Ricoh 11- Thunder King Ricoh 12- Honest 13- Honest 14- Winged Turbo 15- Winged Turbo 16- Plague spreader Zombie 17- Counselor Lily 18- Counselor Lily 19- Dandelion 20- Dandelion 21- Cyber Dragon 22- Goblin Attack Force 23- Goblin Attack Force 24-The Flute of summoning Turbo 25-The Flute of summoning Turbo 26- Forbidden Chalice 27- Forbidden Chalice 28- Forbidden Chalice 29- Mind Control 30- Brain Control 31- Heavy Storm 32- Mystical Space Typhoon 33- Giant Trade 34- Foolish Burial 35- Berserker Crush 36- Pot of Avarice 37- Skill Drain 38- Skill Drain 39- Call of the Haunted 40- Mirror Force 41- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "As the loser of this bout, you may choose who goes first in the next." Draws:(5d41)[9][22][6][40][28](105)Re-rolls:(3d41)[36][19][15](70) "A kind offer sir, though I think I'll prefer to open the game." Opening Hand:(5d42)[4][35][33][23][37](132)Rerolls:(3d42)[2][10][14](26) "And now for the first draw of the duel."(1d37)[14]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|-f|-|-|-|f[/table]Field:Molten Destruction Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid Heavy Storm facedownsSpoiler Hide -1. Dark Bribe 5. Threatening Roar c. Fox Fire Deck: 36Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - "I'll set one monster and two other face downs then play the field spell Molten Destruction before ending my turn." "An intriguing start, but this is my saga." Draw:(1d36)[24]Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Goblin Attack Force Mirror Force Forbidden Chalice Face-down:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice (S/T4) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide - Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Much- OHA 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Thunder King Ricoh 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Honest 11- Honest 12- Winged Turbo 13- Winged Turbo 14- Plague spreader Zombie 15- Counselor Lily 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandelion 18- Dandelion 19- Cyber Dragon 20- Goblin Attack Force 21-The Flute of summoning Turbo 22-The Flute of summoning Turbo 23- Forbidden Chalice 24- Forbidden Chalice 25- Mind Control 26- Brain Control 27- Heavy Storm 28- Mystical Space Typhoon 29- Giant Trade 30- Foolish Burial 31- Berserker Crush 32- Pot of Avarice 33- Skill Drain 34- Skill Drain 35- Call of the Haunted 36- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll normally summon Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast in attack position without tribute by means of its effect, halving its attack and defense totals in the process. Then I'll set one card face-down on my back row and end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||FD|||||f|[/table]FD= Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast (ATK: 1400, DEF: 1000)f= face-down "Interesting choice to not attack, but no matter."(1d36)[5]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FF|-|BKF|-|-|-|f[/table]UK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)(+500)/1000(-400)FF-Fox Fire-300 (+500)/200 (-400)Field:Molten Destruction Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid Heavy Storm facedownsSpoiler Hide -1. Dark Bribe 5. Threatening Roar Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light Graveyard Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - "I'll start this by flip summoning my Fox fire, and then I'll summon Ultimate Baseball Kid. Now my base baller will attack your fusilier and my Fox Fire will attack you directly, total damage 1400 points. Any responses? "Activate Forbidden Chalice in response to your attack with Ultimate Baseball Kid, using it to negate the effect of my own Fusilier Dragon restoring its original attack score to 2800, and also boost its attack by 400 points until my end phase. This destroys your 1500 attack Baseball Kid and does 1700 points of damage to your life points. How does that change your turn?"(IOC: I got a head for work now, I'll be back on later.) "I don't think you will for I activate Dark Bribe on your chalice."((You also forgot Molten Destruction's effect in your count, +500 ATK and -400 def for all Fire monsters.)) "An early setback, but what saga has the perfect hero- unchallenged by any that oppose him?" Draws:(2d35)[33][7](40)(IOC: I'm rolling for dark bribe and my turn draw at the same time... Hope that's alright)Life points: 6600Spoiler Hide Hand-3:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Ricoh Forbidden Chalice Majestic Much- OHA Face-down:Spoiler Hide Mirror Force (S/T1), Skill Drain (S/T4) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast Forbidden Chalice Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Much- OHA 7- Majestic Much- OHA 8- Thunder King Ricoh 9- Thunder King Ricoh 10- Honest 11- Honest 12- Winged Turbo 13- Winged Turbo 14- Plague spreader Zombie 15- Counselor Lily 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandelion 18- Dandelion 19- Cyber Dragon 20- Goblin Attack Force 21-The Flute of summoning Turbo 22-The Flute of summoning Turbo 23- Forbidden Chalice 24- Mind Control 25- Brain Control 26- Heavy Storm 27- Mystical Space Typhoon 28- Giant Trade 29- Foolish Burial 30- Berserker Crush 31- Pot of Avarice 32- Skill Drain 33- Skill Drain 34- Call of the Haunted 35- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll summon my Goblin Attack Force in face-up attack position, then set two cards face-down on my rear lines, ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||GF||f|||f|[/table]GF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK: 2300, DEF: 0)f= face-down "Looks like it may be the same kind of game as last time."(1d33)[3]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FF|-|UK-|-|HS|-|f[/table]UK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)(+500)/1000(-400)FF-Fox Fire-300 (+500)/200 (-400)HS-Heavy Storm Field:Molten Destruction Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid Heavy Storm Little Chimera facedownsSpoiler Hide - 5. Threatening Roar Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Dark Bribe Spoiler Hide - I'll start this turn off by moving to wipe out your face downs, playing Heavy Storm. "That destroys my Skill Drain and Mirror Force trap cards- but also destroys all of your spell and trap cards..." I'd say my Threatening Roar and Molten Destruction were an equal trade. Any way I'll summon a Little Chimera, renewing my monsters strength and then have my baseball kid attack your goblins, followed by my other monsters attacking directly. (2600 damage total){table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|LC|FF|-|UK-|-|-|-|-[/table]UK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)(+500)/1000FF-Fox Fire-300 (+500)/200LC-Little Chimera-600 (+500)/550Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Dark Bribe Heavy Storm Threatening Roar Molten Destruction Spoiler Hide - "Looks like I'm going to have to change my tactics." Draw:(1d33)[25]Life points: 4000Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Majestic Much- OHA Face-down:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast Forbidden Chalice Mirror Force Skill Drain Goblin Attack Force Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Much- OHA 7- Thunder King Ricoh 8- Thunder King Ricoh 9- Honest 10- Honest 11- Winged Turbo 12- Winged Turbo 13- Plague spreader Zombie 14- Counselor Lily 15- Counselor Lily 16- Dandelion 17- Dandelion 18- Cyber Dragon 19- Goblin Attack Force 20-The Flute of summoning Turbo 21-The Flute of summoning Turbo 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Heavy Storm 26- Mystical Space Typhoon 27- Giant Trade 28- Foolish Burial 29- Berserker Crush 30- Pot of Avarice 31- Skill Drain 32- Call of the Haunted 33- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon I'll get things moving by summoning Thunder King Ricoh to the field in attack position, having it attack Little Chimera during my battle phase. Then I'll set one card face-down on my back row, ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||TK||f||||[/table]TK= Thunder King Ricoh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800)f= face-down "A smart choice but I don't think it will be enough."(1d34)[3]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UBK|-|FF|-|UK-|-|-|-|-[/table]UK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)/1000FF-Fox Fire-300/200Field:Life Points 7200Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 34Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Dark Bribe Heavy Storm Threatening Roar Molten Destruction Little Chimera Spoiler Hide - "I'll summon another Ultimate Baseball Kid. Then one of my two will destroy your monster while the other and my fox attack your life points directly."(600+2500+300=3400 total damage, assuming no response) "I'll activate my face-down Forbidden Chalice, negating the effect of your first baseball kid until the end phase, but boosting it by 400 points on top of its base attack. I somehow doubt an attack of 900 points will overcome Thunder King Ricoh. Nor will the 1500 attack of your follow-up baseball kid. Now, exactly how does this change your turn?" {table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UBK|-|FF|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]UK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)/1000FF-Fox Fire-300/200Field:Life Points 6200Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 34Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Dark Bribe Heavy Storm Threatening Roar Molten Destruction Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Spoiler Hide - "I'll switch fox fire to defense mode and end my turn." "As the hero makes a comeback, the saga continues with a draw." Draw:(1d32)[19]Life points: 4000Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Majestic Much- OHA Face-down:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast Forbidden Chalice Mirror Force Skill Drain Goblin Attack Force Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Much- OHA 7- Thunder King Ricoh 8- Thunder King Ricoh 9- Honest 10- Honest 11- Winged Turbo 12- Winged Turbo 13- Plague spreader Zombie 14- Counselor Lily 15- Counselor Lily 16- Dandelion 17- Dandelion 18- Cyber Dragon 19- Goblin Attack Force 20-The Flute of summoning Turbo 21-The Flute of summoning Turbo 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Mystical Space Typhoon 26- Giant Trade 27- Foolish Burial 28- Berserker Crush 29- Pot of Avarice 30- Skill Drain 31- Call of the Haunted 32- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll summon another Goblin Attack Force to the field, then I'll attack your Ultimate Baseball Kid with my Thunder King Ricoh before ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5GF||TK||||||[/table]GF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK: 2300, DEF: 0)TK= Thunder King Ricoh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800) "I must wonder who exactly made you the hero of this tale?"(1d33)[10]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FF|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]FF-Fox Fire-300/200Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid Molten Destruction facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 32Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire HIIT the Fire Charmer HIIT the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light Graveyard Spoiler Hide -Dark Bribe Heavy Storm Threatening Roar Molten Destruction Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Spoiler Hide - Looks like I'll have to pass this turn. "Who made me the hero, you ask? Have you not learned that history- and people's places in it- are determined by the victor... In this case, the victor of the previous duel." Draw:(1d31)[23]Life points: 3200Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Majestic Much- OHA Face-down: Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast Forbidden Chalice Mirror Force Skill Drain Goblin Attack Force Forbidden Chalice Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbados 2- Beast King Barbados 3- Beast King Barbados 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Much- OHA 7- Thunder King Ricoh 8- Thunder King Ricoh 9- Honest 10- Honest 11- Winged Turbo 12- Winged Turbo 13- Plague spreader Zombie 14- Counselor Lily 15- Counselor Lily 16- Dandelion 17- Dandelion 18- Cyber Dragon 19-The Flute of summoning Turbo 20-The Flute of summoning Turbo 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Mind Control 23- Brain Control 24- Mystical Space Typhoon 25- Giant Trade 26- Foolish Burial 27- Berserker Crush 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Skill Drain 30- Call of the Haunted 31- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goya Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Britney, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 5- Avenging Knight, Pars hath 6- Mist warm 7- Flame Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Nero Garden 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll pay 800 life points to activate the spell card Brain Control, seizing control of your Fox Fire until the end of the turn. I'll immediately switch your Fox Fire to attack position then normal summon Majestic Much- OHA without tribute by its effect. I'll now attack you with every monster on my field for a total of 6900 points of damage. Any counters?"{table]1|2|3|4|5GF|FF|TK||MO||||[/table]GF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK: 2300, DEF: 0)FF= Fox Fire (ATK: 300, DEF: 200)TK= Thunder King Ricoh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800)MO= Majestic Much- OHA (ATK: 2400, DEF: 1400) "Nope, so that's game. Well it's been fun sir I do hope to be able to play you again some day." "The feeling is mutual, and I hope that your deeds become worthy of being recorded in the sagas." Horummmph, well, congratulations to Sulfuric the Scald on his victory over HIIT the Fire charmer. You may both follow me to the fourth floor, though Lady HIIT is free to leave if she has no interest in seeing the other duels. As the two (or just Sulfuric, if HIIT leaves) enter the fourth floor of the Tomb, they are met with a much smaller room than the previous floors. The room is decorated for the occasion, and there is still plenty of food. The far wall is characterized by two great doors - one Silver, the other Gold.

Yu-Gi-Oh Tournament ITP_ The Emerald Room|rating:3.0

Sendai school [Town]

This is the town area, just outside the school where the schoolkids can go and buy stuff.(( (list I've given is a random selection of the shops there, however some of the buildings are houses, rather than shops. 3There is a tram service which runs from the school to the town. Dorms (wing (hall (block (( ground (ground (page (#msg879127) (getting off the tram and gets away from the station, Sesame takes stock of the town. Quaint, is the first thing he can think of. He takes a look at the second map provided and thinks that this... Big Bento is his best bet. They probably expect me to walk everywhere too. He pretends to affect an air of suffering internally, as he knows it'd just look creepy if he actually acted it out. Once the whispers start, he sighs, I should have changed to the Sendai uniform. Ignoring the stares and gossip, "Hey, he's new." "He's scary, where do you think he's from?" "What's a Tokyo schoolboy doing here?" "What school is that uniform?" Sesame wanders about, getting himself acclimated to the new surroundings. Like his Master taught him, though, he keeps an eye out for potential trouble, although no one seems to know him, which is good. Still, shouldn't get too complacent. There was that attempt on my life two years ago. Luckily the family bodyguards were there. He remembers being terrified, but calm, if one can feel that way. Sort of being there, but not there. Either way, he thinks as he enters the grocery store, Not something I want to go through again. NAKAMURA RIKKI(got off the tram (#msg967386) and gathered in a huddle near the stop. I suppose either MANA or Kara would decide where we were going, so I hung about and waited for one of them to lead us off, finding a corner near a wall to practice my dancing with a few little boogie moves, wiggling my hips and giggling with a couple of the girls. Then I saw a boy in a school uniform walking towards us, he looked quiet and rather intense and had a shaggy fringe. I watched him approach. Quote from: Hainan on 28-11-2008, 14:34:13NAKAMURA RIKKI "Hm?" I looked round and woke up from a few moments thoughts with a big grin, "Oh, hi. UIMM, yes. There's a cool karaoke bar where a few of us sometimes go. It's called Mist's. That can be a real blast." Minor kept his expression politely attentive, though inwardly he groaned. Karaokehe thought. Am I the only who thinks that that is a waste of time? Quote from: Hainan on 28-11-2008, 14:34:13"And a ten-pin bowling alley which is fun because the waitresses do cosplay stuff. They will be newsgirls one weekend and maids the next. Kind of cute I think and certainly brings the customers in. "He cocked his head slightly to the side at this. "Could be fun." he murmured, as Rikki was talking again. Quote from: Hainan on 28-11-2008, 14:34:13"The cinema is okay I guess but a little small, as it's not a big town." He nodded. With a decent net connection movies weren't exactly a problem to get hold off, but a cinema had other advantages. Quote from: Hainan on 28-11-2008, 14:34:13"But did you mean food? I quite like to eat quick and dirty, on Saturdays there's a market at one end of the main square and lots of food stalls, you can get anything. And the small ramen restaurants line that side, you know, just benches outside under the awnings. Its lots of fun. I'm not a fan of fancy eating, though if student council pres is picking up the tab I'll force it down, one has to suffer to fit in your know." The tram pulled up at the stop before he had a chance to reply, and it would be impolite to shout across a press of bodies. When they'd gotten off Minor found that Rikki had gone the other way, so he leaned against the wall, waiting to see where the group would be heading next. Jin was annoyed the entire tram ride down to town, public transportation was always crowded and smelt pretty bad. A sneer crossed his lips as he looked away from the rest of the classmates, finally arriving he stepped off with a smile and a completely different look on his face. He cursed to himself as he saw all the other students wait around to be led like sheep, stopping a walking by pedestrian he bowed his head and politely introduced himself and asked where the nearest Sushi shop was located. Jin could be polite and proper when he wanted to, but those occasions were far and few within each other. The man bowed back, greeted him and pointed him in the direction. Bowing his head again he looked over to the rest of the students and motioned for them to follow if they wanted, he was starving and wanted to get something to eat as soon as possible. RIKKI looked up as one of the boys motioned us to follow. He was the one I'd seen in the dorm eyeing up MANA. I'd taken an instant dislike to him." Excuse me,"I called brightly with a smile on my face,"Do you know which restaurant Takeda-san is taking us to, because if you do not, I suggest you wait until she leads us." I went over to him, still smiling politely,"I'm Nakamura Rikki." I bowed a little, smoothly,"You're new here. We don't eat at random places the first passer-by sends us to. The school has account arrangements at some restaurants, and it will be one of those we'll go to. Why don't you quietly watch and see how we do things at Sendai? We don't have a student council for nothing." I gave him another small polite bow and turned to Kara." Katra, are you ready to lead on? Or MANA?" I waited for things to be done the way things were done and not in some random haphazard andwrongway that would only result in confusion and even embarrassment over paying for the meal. Jin walk already turning around and walking towards the restaurant when one of the girls separated from the group, interrupting him from heading towards her destination with venom-laced polite words. A slight sneer crossed his face as he spoke and went over the protocol for these little trip outings, his eyes rolled, and he looked away scanning the town for anything of interest as she finished speaking." Well Rikki, the Zara's are those who fight against the currents, for no reason then the challenge alone. I reserve your right to follow the other drones, but I will not." His face honed in on hers, his arrogant grin addressing her before he continued looking around the town." A student council...shouldn't there jurisdiction stop the moment you leave the academy? If you wish to be lead around like cattle...then dismiss my words." He shrugged his shoulders and looked over to the "mindless horde" with a chuckle." I eat when my stomach tells me it is hungry, not when someone I did not elect tells me..." Giving her quick and sarcastic bow he turned and crossed the street and entered the restaurant that was pointed out. Luckily for him, he stepped into the restaurant that was arranged for Sendai's arrival. The hostess smiled and asked if he was with Sendai, he looked behind him to make sure no one saw him as he nodded his head. The irony was sickening as she told him to wait for the rest of the group to arrive... (Manassas all the students got off the tram, Manama sighed, stepping away and watching to make sure all the students were paired or grouped off. Most of the girls seemed eager to get to know the new students - some were certainly a bit shyer than the rest, stammering or jumpy when the boys asked questions or got too close, but it didn't look as if the boys were actively preying on any of the female students. Which, all told, was a bit of a relief - while Manama wasn't afraid to tell anyone to back off, she was simply glad that it was not something that needed to be said. At least, not right now. She got up on the stairs of the tram station and called to get everyone's attention. "Manassas!"1 Manama rubbed her hands in her gloves, glad for her scarf and thick coat. It hadn't seemed too cold back up at the school, but it did feel like the wind might pick up a bit later in the afternoon. "I've already arranged for a group of us to have lunch at Isobutane. As this isn't a school-sponsored trip, you are welcome to go elsewhere, but the manager was happy to open one of the private rooms for us so we can all eat together. I'll go inside and arrange everything, and let you know when we can go in," she told the group with a friendly, genial smile. Some of the girls clapped in delight - Isobutane was well known as a cozy and comfortable establishment, as well as the friendly staff. As the students eagerly began chattering, Manama flitted down the steps after spotting Kara in the crowd. Shuffling through the group, the student council president blew back some stray hair and touched Kara's elbow when she neared. "I'm going inside to talk to Fajita-san. I'll let you know when we can go in - just make sure everybody gets a seat and isn't too shy about sitting next to someone they don't know," she murmured. She shivered as she opened the sliding door to Isobutane and ducked under the dark blue cloth hanging in the door frame. The restaurant was pretty much empty, except for a couple of waitresses rushing in and out towards the larger room in the back - and was that Zara-kun, standing near the sushi bar? One of the waitresses wiping down the tables looked up - she smiled, clearly delighted when she saw Manama standing in the doorway. "Manama-chan! Ohisashiburi desk. Genk desk key?"2Manami smiled back, bowing. "Ohisashiburi desk, Yukimura-San. Gallon Wei photo isospin desk redo, totem Tangshan desk."3 She took off her coat and scarf, and hung them on the long coat rack near the front entrance. "Where's Fajita-san? And is the private room ready for us yet?" The waitress, Yakima, smiled and waved towards the back hallway, which led to the private room. "He's getting it ready for you right now. You can go ahead and have everyone come in." It wasn't long before the front lobby of Isobutane was filled with the sounds of the various waitresses saying Iraishaimase!4 and students shaking off their coats and replying with an energetic Kon Ichikawa! As they flooded in. Manama put a smile on her face as she indicated to students to follow Kara inside to the private room, ushering them in when they looked uncertain or dawdled too long removing their coat and taking a look around the small restaurant. When almost everyone was inside, she walked up to Zara, who was looking a little irritated, still standing near the entrance." Zaraki-san, you should go inside and get a seat too," she murmured, smiling back at him when he turned his frowning face her way. "And Isobutane's sushi is very good, so if you want to order something on the side along with the group platters, you should take a look at the menu first..."1 Manassas!: Everyone!2 Ohisashiburi desk. Genk desk key?: It's been a long time. How are you?3 Ohisashiburi desk, Yukimura-San. Gallon Wei photo isospin desk redo, totem Tangshan desk.: It's been a long time, Ms. Yakima. School is a little busy, but it's a lot of fun. [It should be noted that Manama is very friendly with the waitress. It's implied that she goes to Isobutane a lot and knows the waitress on a more friendly/personal level than simply as employee and customer.]4 Iraishaimase!: Welcome! (too engrossed in juggling his sandwich to pay attention to where he's going before it's too late. A blink as the student in the Tokyo High uniform stops short, recognizing a few of the girls, but all the boys. What the hell? Are they following me??? He freezes, not entirely sure what to do next. The poor boy didn't think anyone would want to come into town already. His mind searches for the most polite way to disengage himself from this. Comes up with nothing. But they move on without a word. Sesame tilts his head and tracks them, not sure to be insulted or relieved. NAKAMURA RIKKI listened politely as he spoke, although he appeared to have some sort of nervous twitch or other affliction which caused him to look away in random directions as I talked to him. Poor thing, he should get a specialist to treat that, it makes him look very strange. Nevertheless, as it was polite when speaking to people you have just met, I held eye contact with him throughout his strange orbital meanderings so that it didn't appear that I had noticed it and thus upset him. He may be one of those sensitive types. His words struck me as odd. He was clearly Japanese yet, it seemed, had never been educated in Japan since he was apparently ignorant of how schools here function and the duties of student council members both on and off campus. This, and his attitude made it seem to me that he probably wasn't Japanese at all despite his looks. Korean, maybe? Or Chinese? Or plastic surgery? Bad plastic surgery... That might explain the weird eyes and shifty behavior. Yes, a failed face job might invoke that sort of arrogance to try and cover his shortcomings. I felt bad about this, he was struggling under so many burdens... It was certainly impossible for him to be Japanese and not be aware that paying due deference to your seniors and placing the community above your own needs at all times is the way we do things here, and have done for millennia. Ah. Gaijin. That explains it. He wishes he were Japanese and puts on airs to try and fit in, only he can't. Quote"A student council...shouldn't there jurisdiction stop the moment you leave the academy? If you wish to be lead around like cattle...then dismiss my words." Yes. No idea at all. How odd. As he was so ignorant I did at once dismiss his words, though not because I was cattle, but because I was Japanese, and he clearly was not. Merely trying to be. I felt sure MANA would correct him in due course. As he gave me a small bow that once again demonstrated only his lack of understanding of Japanese ways I bowed deeply and respectfully to his retreating back and forgave him his funny behavior." Enjoy the meal..." I was about to say his name when I realized he hadn't told me his. Yes, that implied he had to be foreign. No well brought-up Japanese boy would ever be that rude. I sighed and could only close with"... Gaijin-san." He would learn. Quickly if he was bright, slowly and painfully if he was stupid. As he walked away I felt only sympathy for him. Poor lad. I turned to see the rest of the group being ushered across the road by Man abut then the boy I'd seen earlier caught my eye. He was watching us hesitantly from the pavement. I turned and on an impulse went over, bowing and smiling." Konnichiwa. Summate - are you with Sendai High?" I smiled, trying to put him at his ease. Manama had caught him sampling the great sushi this restaurant had to offer, his eyes wide as she caught him with a mouthful and not rude to speak with a full mouth. As he chewed the growl on his face was fading away, his bad mood was elevating as he swallowed the delicious sample the chef had offered him. Reaching for a napkin he wiped it across his mouth, just in case everything did not make it back to his stomach."Ahh, Manama-chanI was just making sure for myself, yea I'll join the rest soon..." He smiled and thanked the chef with a polite bow, the man behind the counter nodded and got back to work. Turning around he saw she was off shuffling students in, she seemed like a strong-willed women not typically the kind that would grab his attention. Snapping back into reality before anyone saw him daydreaming he stepped into the room and took a seat at the end of a table. Quote"I'm going inside to talk to Fajita-san. I'll let you know when we can go in - just make sure everybody gets a seat and isn't too shy about sitting next to someone they don't know,"Kara nodded her understanding to Manama as she passed by. Turning back to the group she waited a few moments to Manama sometime to settle things up before guiding the other to and inside the restaurant. As the president requested she ensure that the seating of the students were mixed up. As soon as they were settled Kara took her own seat next to Carsten-san as everyone began pursuing the menus in front of them. Her glacial orbs traversed over everyone at the table, noticing the one that was absent besides Manama. Discreetly she looked about for the class president, finding her standing at the bar talking to the arrogant boy from before. On a whole Kara tried to never negative assumption of anyone but that gentleman was making it hard not to. If he wanted to buck against the system, let him - she only hoped that he would be mature enough to accept the consequences of his actions. Shifting her mind off the thought she turned her attention back to the group, listening in on the conversations they were having. It appeared the shock of being around boys other than family members had finally worn off on some of the girls and there were chatting sociably with them. A very good sign. A waitress approached her, bowing politely "May I take your order." Katra nodded, "I will have the chitin are, an avocado salad and a small portion of Watson with pitcher of cold green jasmine plum tea." as an afterthought she mentally added up how many students were with them and added to the waitress "Also could you please add five platters of the house specials as appetizers, as you can see we have brought a large group today." she smiled lightly at the waitress, "And if you would be as so kind to ask Fajita-san if it is possible to whip up our headmistresses usual favored special and have it sent to her at the school I would be most appreciative and would settle that expenditure personally." Quietly nodding her head the waitress took her order, bowed, and moved on. Looking to her right at Carsten-san she asked curiously. "What do you like to do in your spare time?"___________________________________________________________________________________Chitin Are- Chicken Curry Avocado Salad-Greens with avocado, tomato, cucumber and wasabi dressingKatsudon- Deep fried pork cutlets sautéed with egg and vegetable in special broth over rice (blinking and then a polite, formal bow, "Ah, HAI. I just arrived today." Ah, yes, wow them with your suave debonair ways, Sesame manages to keep his face steady. She's cute, are all the Sendai girls this attractive? And what is it about the school uniform that makes them look even better? He tries to keep himself from shifting or fidgeting on the Tram platform. NAKAMURA RIKAKOQuote"Ah, HAI. I just arrived today." He seemed awkward, perhaps shy. I grinned to try to put him at his ease,"And how are you finding it so far?" I stuck my hands deep in my Duffel coat pockets and kicked at a piece of slush." Oh, women, Natasha Wei Nakamura Rikki, name Wei?"[Oh sorry, I'm Rikki Nakamura, what's your name?] ("Ahh Manama-chan I was just making sure for myself, yea I'll join the rest soon..." She arched an eyebrow and pushed away from the sushi bar, bowing to the sushi chef before glancing back at Zara-san." It's Tsuchiura-San to you, Zara-san. I haven't given you permission to use my given name yet,"she said coolly, before gesturing for him to follow everyone else into the private room. It was set up with several square tables, each with about eight people seated around it, two per side. It was a cozy fit, but Manama saw that it actually fostered friendliness, as some of the girls seemed to work past their shyness and began talking with the boys with a lot less reserve. Following Zara-san in, Manama was about to take her seat next to him when Fajita-san, the young manager and owner of Isobutane, came in with a tray of sushi, followed by two others who were carrying food in for the students who had already ordered. Manama stood up quickly, smiling and bowing when he came towards her - he was only a few years older, and had always been like a protective older-brother type to her, especially when she'd come to Japan fresh from the States and feeling lost and lonely. Lately, though, things he said or the way he smiled so warmly at her seemed to make her blush and lose her usual composure - that was one reason she hadn't come around so often lately." Ohisashiburi, Fajita-san. Mata Ashwani arias.1 Brighton gozaimasu,"she said quickly, bowing and giving him a warm, genuine smile. He smiled back and patted her on the shoulder, indicating that she should sit and talk with the people at her table. "It's not a problem at all, don't worry about it. Your usual order right, Manama-chan? I'll have it out for you soon," he said, winking and smiling before he walked back out of the room with some of the waitresses. Manami blushed, bowing quickly before turning back to her table - she was sitting opposite of Kara and one of the new male students. Clearing her throat, she drank a small sip of water, her eyes wandering the room to make sure everything was okay.1Mata Ashwani arias.:: You're doing me a favor again. Minor met Manama's gaze as her eyes wandered across the table, and he nodded politely to her. "I do not think we've been introduced yet." he said. "I am Matsubara Minor." He gave a small, polite bow, smiling at her. "As I'm sure you've guessed, I'm one of the new people." Echiura ManamiQuote"I do not think we've been introduced yet." he said. "I am Matsubara Minor." He gave a small, polite bow, smiling at her. Her blue eyes swung back towards one of the new students when he spoke to her - he was sitting to her right, though on a different side of the table. A quick glance told her that he was reasonably fit, though his hair was slightly unkempt and unruly. Manama smiled and returned the bow from her seat." It's a pleasure to meet you, Tetsuhara-San. I'm the student council president, Echiura Manama." Quote"As I'm sure you've guessed, I'm one of the new people." She nodded and indicated the room." I know you haven't been here for long, Tetsuhara-San, but what's your impression of Sendai so fair, and of the town?" Quote from: Cali on 03-12-2008, 01:06:18She nodded and indicated the room. "I know you haven't been here for long, Tetsuhara-San, but what's your impression of Sendai so fair, and of the town?"" Well, it's hard to get much of an impression of the town itself when all you've seen is a tram stop and this place." he replied. "Ah . " He paused momentarily, trying to remember the name . "Nakamura-San did mention a few of the local spots though, and I'm sure I'll enjoy having a look around when I have some free time." he continued." As for Sendai itself . Well, the girls seem pleasant enough, certainly. The dorms seem quite comfortable." He gave a small shrug. "Beyond that, I'm afraid I can't say much." His eyes flicked down the table at some of the other newcomers. "Have you met the rest of the new intake yet?" Jin was eying the sushi like he had the girls earlier, those who thought he had a single track mind would right when it came to women and food. Now all he wanted was to eat, but he wanted something else apart from what was coming in. Stopping a waiter politely he ordered a dish of shrimp Manitoba and an orange iced tea, he hoped the restaurant had it. A grin crossed his face as he nodded and went to fulfill the special order, a mischievous look crossed his face as he waited for the rest of the class to settle down. He waited for those words to leave one of their mouths, Itadakimazu, before he would dig in. More plates and bowls of food came in, and soon enough everybody had at least a small helping of food in front of them, in addition to platters of the house specialty sushi on each table. Everyone clapped their hands in front of them, happily, sayingItadakimasu!enthusiastically before digging in. Manama smiled and did the same, though more quietly, but she watched and made sure that everybody was satisfied with their order before she began eating as well. To Tetsuhara-San, she smiled after tucking a long white upon noodle into her mouth, covering her mouth as she licked some of the soup from her lips." Perhaps those questions might have been more appropriate when you've been here longer. I hope you won't find it too troublesome if I ask them again in a few weeks' time,"Manama said with a smile. She eyes her plate of usage sushi, but decided to save them for later." I haven't personally met many of the other new students besides Zara-san, though I'm sure more than a few of you know me and some of the other student council members from this morning. I do hope to get to know some of you better as you get settled here, though." Smiling, she nodded at his food." What did you order, Tetsuhara-San?" Quote from: Hainan on 03-12-2008, 00:00:21NAKAMURA RIKKI He seemed awkward, perhaps shy. I grinned to try to put him at his ease, "And how are you finding it so far?" I stuck my hands deep in my Duffel coat pockets and kicked at a piece of slush." Oh, women, Natasha Wei Nakamura Rikki, name Wei?"[Oh sorry, I'm Rikki Nakamura, what's your name?]("Asana Sesame," He replies automatically bowing once more. A mild looks of confusion, "Find what? I just arrived, there has been nothing for me to get used to yet." He hides the small package behind his back, tilting his head in curiosity, So what's her game? Is she always this friendly? A slightly bitter voice in his head, How many hearts has she broken, just wanting to be 'friends'? But the practiced young man doesn't express this, his features bland and in this case inquisitive. Roberto(followed the group and sat down at the table. I was very wary of doing this thing properly; I'd only caught that Zara dude's name because he'd been giving copious examples of How Not To Eat Out In Japan. Luckily, Dad used to receive visitors from Japan quite frequently. I remembered the whole hand clapping "Itadakimasu thing from those heavily tattooed nine-fingered men. I flagged down a waitress, and ordered:"Ehxcooz my Aileen ignores. Can you been me he upon noodles week whatever you poor on OEM, and some of he Jasmine plum whatever get EEA? Ahreegatto,"I smiled sweetly, and was impressed by how fast I was served. Nothing like anything I'd ever experienced in Latin America." Eetahdahkeemuzu," I joined in with Her Imperial Highness and the rest of the group, and tucked into some unidentifiable yet delicious appetizer from a platter. "Esteemed President, I don't seen I've had he honor of between eentrodoushed after," I smiled at the girl who'd led us around earlier and whose rapport with the staff here was obviously quite useful. "Datasheet was Roberto Mendes da Silva denied. I only arrived from Brazil sees morning, so I many seem a beetle slow. And hungry. I meet add. My complemented on your choice of restaurant, and many race my glass TU a pleasant year AHT Sendai," I toasted my new classmates. NAKAMURA RIKAKOQuote"Asana Sesame. Find what? I just arrived, there has been nothing for me to get used to yet." I watched him, curious yet somehow drawn in. So shy and defensive, so... different to the others. I like you." Asano..." I said, letting the sound of it roll off my tongue,"Asana-san. It's nice. A nice name. I expect you are proud of your family name, it is a strong traditional one." I smiled at the rest of his words and the way he fidgeted, like he had something to hide. Furthermore, I put my head on one side and giggled, for a reason I couldn't fathom. Furthermore, I just felt like giggling. Some boys were rude, some were outrageous, some funny, some nice, some were afflicted. And some were cute. Cute was good. I could handle cute. Handling cute made me feel nice inside." I did not ask if you had got used to it yet, I asked how you were finding it. I was inquiring about your experiences so far on this first day. Because..." I thought a bit,"Because I'm curious." I turned round and clasped my hands behind me and began to take big exaggerated steps backwards through the snow in front of him,"Because... MMM... Furthermore, I want to know. Furthermore, I want to know about Asana-san. Will Asana-san tell me?" All the time I was grinning. For some crazy reason I couldn't stop. Quote from: Cali on 03-12-2008, 08:46:48To Tetsuhara-San, she smiled after tucking a long white upon noodle into her mouth, covering her mouth as she licked some of the soup from her lips. "Perhaps those questions might have been more appropriate when you've been here longer. I hope you won't find it too troublesome if I ask them again in a few weeks' time," Manama said with a smile. "Not at all." he replied. Quote from: Cali on 03-12-2008, 08:46:48"I haven't personally met many of the other new students besides Zara-san, though I'm sure more than a few of you know me and some of the other student council members from this morning. I do hope to get to know some of you better as you get settled here, though."" Well, a minute or two is hardly enough to get to know someone." Minor replied. Generally speaking. He added mentally. Though some people can make quite an impression in no time at all. His eyes flicked down the table to where the two gain were sitting, and he suppressed a small chuckle before looking back at Manama. "It's enough to form an impression perhaps, but little beyond that." Quote from: Cali on 03-12-2008, 08:46:48Smiling, she nodded at his food. "What did you order, Tetsuhara-San?" Minoru tilted his bowl towards her. "Gordon" he replied, picking up a piece of the beef with his chopsticks. He gave a small shrug. "Not particularly fancy, but I like it." (from: Hainan on 03-12-2008, 22:50:08NAKAMURA RIKKI I watched him, curious yet somehow drawn in. So shy and defensive, so... different to the others. I like you." Asano..." I said, letting the sound of it roll off my tongue, "Asana-san. It's nice. A nice name. I expect you are proud of your family name, it is a strong traditional one."" Uh, HAI, it is. We go a long way back, or so Father tells me," He replies still unsure why she was doing this. Part of him wants to run screaming away, the other... Well, it's still not sure what to do. This is highly confusing. No girl is curious about him, the creepy guy. OK, one was, but she vanished, so she doesn't really count. Quote from: Hainan on 03-12-2008, 22:50:08"I did not ask if you had got used to it yet, I asked how you were finding it. I was inquiring about your experiences so far on this first day. Because..." I thought a bit, "Because I'm curious." I turned round and clasped my hands behind me and began to take big exaggerated steps backwards through the snow in front of him, "Because... MMM... Furthermore, I want to know. Furthermore, I want to know about Asana-san. Will Asana-san tell me?" What. The. Hell??? What is this? He stands there, confused, totally off guard. He's never had a girl do this with him. What is she...? Does she like me? He pauses mentally, No, she doesn't. She just met you, she's just curious, is all. Answer her questions and maybe she'll go away. Besides, this only happens in Should manga any way. This took all of three seconds to run through his head and the next is to pick out the best answer he can, "There are a lot of girls."WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS THAT??? That wasn't the answer he wanted! Oh God, now she'll think I'm either stupid or a creep. He actually blushes, and desperately tries to backtrack, it sounded wrong, especially on the way out, "I mean, I've never been to a school with all air...ls..." Oh perfect, where's the gravedigger where you need one??? Not that I need help, I'm doing a good job on my own. He audibly groans, "Look, this is new to me, I've spent most of my time either in all-boys schools or at home. This is very new to me." He stops before making a faux pas, a True Nixonian will never say anything negative out loud. It's impolite and dishonorable. His feet shuffle in the snow laden tram stop as he looks at Rikki. NAKAMURA RIKKI("There are a lot of girls." I nodded and breathed out a plume of steam,"This is true. There are. Lots. Three hundred and twelve to be exact. So, you can afford to take your pick. I think you boys number about fifty. So we girls have to choose carefully,"I turned round in a circle then leaned forward and grinned again,"And quickly!" I began walking back towards the restaurant, everyone else had gone inside. I held out my hand indicating we should go this way. Furthermore, I stopped at the curb to let some traffic by. Quote"I mean, I've never been to a school with all air...ls..." I shot him a look in case he was making fun of me, then decided from his expression he wasn't." Me neither,"I said jovially,"Well, I mean I have, of course, but never to a school with all boys. I can imagine it’s a little daunting. But exciting to, né?" Quote"Look, this is new to me, I've spent most of my time either in all-boys schools or at home. This is very new to me." I led us across the street and down a few doors to the restaurant, stopping outside, cars and buses continued to slush by. It was only early afternoon, but already the day was taking on that lovely wan light, soft and golden like you only get in winter afternoons, sunset at four, dusk by three. Magical. I loved this light, even in towns. But up in the hills and woods it was extraordinary. I wish I was a better painter, I'd love to capture this light. I turned back to him and snuggled my chin down more into my thick scarf,"It's fine,"I said,"You'll be fine. Nakamura-San will keep all the lecherous ladies off your back." I raised an eyebrow at his expression there,"Oh it does happen, don't think because a few boys have been let loose among a huge number of girls it is only they who are doing the hunting. It's not a few tigers among a herd of dainty antelope you know." I put my hand to the restaurant door to push it open,"Some of the antelope are hunters too. In their own way. So your tigers should watch out." I put my head on one side and plumed air again,"Ne?" Then a thought came to me,"Oh, you must be wondering why we're all here. You weren't on the tram were you? A group of us came down to socialize and have lunch. There's no school this afternoon so we can have a few hours to get to know each other. They all agreed to meet up in here,"I nodded at the door where my hand rested,"Are you hungry?" (from: Hainan on 04-12-2008, 12:55:38NAKAMURA RIKKI("This is true. There are. Lots. Three hundred and twelve to be exact. So, you can afford to take your pick. I think you boys number about fifty. So we girls have to choose carefully," I turned round in a circle then leaned forward and grinned again, "And quickly!" So this is what it's about. She just wants to be on the 'first floor, to be one of the first with a boyfriend. Joy. His own breath steams out of his mouth in a cloud, Well, whatever, she'll get bored with him soon enough, and flit over to some more dashing specimen. Quote from: Hainan on 04-12-2008, 12:55:38I began walking back towards the restaurant, everyone else had gone inside. I held out my hand indicating we should go this way. I stopped at the curb to let some traffic by. Sasame follows her, his gloved hands into his pockets. The sound of his boots crunching in the snow, idly he remarks inwardly that he likes the snow and cold. It's a soothing effect. But then, he's the strange guy who likes rain and thunderstorms. Quote from: Hainan on 04-12-2008, 12:55:38I shot him a look in case he was making fun of me, then decided from his expression he wasn't. "Me neither," I said jovially, "Well, I mean I have, of course, but never to a school with all boys. I can imagine it’s a little daunting. But exciting to, né?" Exciting? Try terrifying. Girls are weird. But his reply is a noncommittal, "You could say that." He continues to watch her, although he still makes sure to note his surroundings, although it's mainly to find his way back, rather than look for danger. He wonders if he'll ever get to relax? It would be nice to do so for a little while. Quote from: Hainan on 04-12-2008, 12:55:38I turned back to him and snuggled my chin down more into my thick scarf, "It's fine," I said, "You'll be fine. Nakamura-San will keep all the lecherous ladies off your back." I raised an eyebrow at his expression there, "Oh it does happen, don't think because a few boys have been let loose among a huge number of girls it is only they who are doing the hunting. It's not a few tigers among a herd of dainty antelope you know." A silent blink at this, not entirely sure how to respond. Quote from: Hainan on 04-12-2008, 12:55:38I put my hand to the restaurant door to push it open, "Some of the antelope are hunters too. In their own way. So your tigers should watch out." I put my head on one side and plumed air again, "Ne?" She misunderstood him, which is fine, because he's not a tiger. It never occurs to him that girls might be aggressively hunting boys down, though. But then, manga isn't exactly the best place to learn about life, is it? Quote from: Hainan on 04-12-2008, 12:55:38Then a thought came to me, "Oh, you must be wondering why we're all here. You weren't on the tram were you? A group of us came down to socialize and have lunch. There's no school this afternoon so we can have a few hours to get to know each other. They all agreed to meet up in here," I nodded at the door where my hand rested, "Are you hungry?" The sandwich in his right pocket is now crushed beyond all recognition, and all Sesame wants to do is escape. But he can't seem to find a polite way to refuse her. The noise from the restaurant assaults him as he steps inside at her prompting. Well, how bad could it be? He muses again, then smirks inwardly, Don't answer that." Hai, I am, thank you." Jin waited patiently for his food to arrive, his attention turned to his phone for a moment as it vibrated a message. It was his little sister asking how he was enjoying the new school, a joyous grin on his face as he read the message and began talking to her. She was in an all-girls school in a different part of Japan, they were inseparable while they were young. Off course, he would never admit his true intentions at Sendai to his innocent little sister, he just mentions he was fine and everything was going smoothly. All symptoms of his bad mood where now gone as her sister ended their chat to return to class, as his phone entered his pocket his large plate of Manitoba arrived. Following tradition, he muttered the words even if they had been said earlier and began to eat. His chat had made him forgot that he was famished, he ate quickly but properly enough to now draw attention to himself. As the tram stopped, mercifully gently, the student group had filed out. He had waited until almost everyone had gotten off before moving. No need for more. Accidents, he thought, noting the little looks the two girls had shot him as they moved. Great, now I'm the local 'suede' to these two. Of course the Brazilian gets off easy.he chided himself as he stepped off the tram. In the slight milling about of the girls and the small cell of boys, he saw Zara-san beginning to walk away, after speaking with a local. Was he trying to impress someone? Alfred thought, and looked to Takeda-San for incoming guidance. He knew nothing of the area, so it would be wise to stay with the group for the moment. Arriving at the restaurant, he was relieved to be so efficiently served by the staff, once again his head on a swivel, taking in the sights of the place. He was secretly glad the girls ha had bumped into were sitting at another table entirely, but that was quickly changed as Takeda-San sat beside him. It was weird: he felt like he had stepped into an anime movie, every time he looked at her. A waitress came over, and Takeda-San made our group order with seemingly practiced accuracy and speed. It was hard not to be impressed, but he knew this is how most Japanese conducted themselves. Or at least, how he was told it was. Which made him almost jump out of his skin, when she directed her icy gaze at him and asked a question. Quote from: KatraAlexion"What do you like to do in your spare time?" He did not jump physically, much to his relief, but he also did not answer immediately, out of sheer surprise. He had enough presence to not look her in the eye for very long, though. "I. Um. I play chess, and video games." he started, silently kicking himself for that. It made him sound so. Immature. "I also. Practice. Swordsmanship, and I do a lot of. Archery. I believe the words for them are.Kendo, andkyudo, right?" he said, with a small grin fighting its way out to his lips. I really need to get over this if I'm going to study here.he thought as he waited for her response. Minor glanced around as he heard Kendo mentioned. "I'm glad to hear there is at least one other Mendoza about." he said. "I was hoping to have someone to practice with." He scooped up a bit more beef from his bowl. "I've never tried Kyoto before though. How do you find that?" Roberto eyed Minor and Alfred." What awesome sahmooeray sports you goods plaza,"I observed." I know Brazilian Jim Meets, EEA at at all leek what day do hear? Except my Aileen ignores,"I chuckled, working down some upon noodles with prawns and something unidentifiable yet familiar-tasting." Hãow about you girls? I noehwteeced he sweeping pool on he map, and he tenners courts. Whee ch of you dos whee ch?" I asked, looking around. Caramba, it's all I can do not to get hard just seeing those girls in uniform! Welcome in Japan, Roberto! Minor looked around at Roberto when he mentioned the Brazilian jiu-jitsu. "I understand there is a difference of focus." he replied. "I've not done the Brazilian style, but if I remember correctly it focuses more on grappling and groundwork. Traditional jiu-jitsu has a much wider focus . Strikes, throws, locks, pressure points, weapons. It's believed to be the oldest of the martial arts." He threw another piece of beef into his mouth, chewed and swallowed before speaking again. "I did a little jiu-jitsu some years ago, but never really kept it up. I guess I still remember the basics, but that's about it." NAKAMURA RIKAKOSasame was rather quiet and seemed shy, but I didn't mind at all, it was nice to have someone a little calmer than those other two...speaking of which we seem to have lost Theban-san. Perhaps he decided to stay in school and practice more football? I shrugged, we'd bump into him later no doubt. Smiling warmly at him and leading the way into the hot busy restaurant I inquired about the Sendai group and was shown politely through to the private room at the back, the staff taking our coats. I shrugged out of my thick duffle-coat and surrendered my scarf. Risking not being in full uniform I also slipped my blazer off and handed it over, leaving me in just the standard white cotton winter-weight blouse, tie and the yummy little Sendai skirt, which I love, because it's so naughtily short. I had my thigh-highs on of course in this cold weather but since they ended two inches before the skirt began they added to the sexiness of the look rather that detracted. I noticed racks of shoes by the door and though some customers had kept theirs on, I chose to slip my ankle boots off, I'd get the benefit of their warmth more when we went back outside. Gesturing with a hand to indicate the way through, I led Sesame into the room where the Sendai party was gathered and immediately waved at several girls I knew, joking with them as I went by. Various teasing remarks about me coming in late with a boy made me blush a little, but I laughed back at them all. Then I found some more familiar faces and went over." Hi!" I grinned at them all,"Room for a couple more?" I looked round the table hoping one or two would budge up and make some space for Sesame and I." I found a stray. He's rather cute though, so I might keep him and take him back to school. This is Asana-san and this is..." I went round the table and introduced him to all the girls, I assumed he knew all the boys already as they'd all come on the coach but said a few casual words to that effect to fill in any gaps in case he didn't, and I embarrassed him and myself.Finally, we found a space to sit, and I plopped down, patting beside me inviting him to eat with me." What would you like to eat?" I asked him, passing a menu and pouring myself a glass of iced herbal tea from a pitcher on the table and offering him some." Anyone else?" I waved the pitcher about. (coat is actually his uniform top, and although the shirt underneath it long sleeved, he politely refuses to give the outer one away. Removing his shoes as is custom he follows Rikki quiet as always, not reacting to the teasing the girls gave her. Yeah, that's what I thought. She's hunting, and she just got a couple of prestige points for being seen with me, he groans inwardly, That's all I need. Still, she is cute, and I could be over reacting. Wouldn't be the first time. Let's see how this plays out OK? Once he's introduced he bows formally, as an Asana should, and thanked them for allowing him to join. Kneeling, he accepts the glass of tea, one of his favorite drinks, something he's not usually allowed to have at home. Closing his dark eyes in pleasure as he sips the drink. When asked about his meal, he makes a guess as the new Sendai student hasn't seen the menu yet, "I'd like to start with a bowl of beef ramen, please." Roberto"Kowneecheewaah Assahnão-San, I'm Roberto Mendes da Silva. Deed't notice you on he boos. Week rose gloves get looks leek you came here on a motorbike,"I grinned." Haahve you traded he house Reece week chunk seen get? Get's very good. We have Reece week chunks back been Brazil you know. Except I'm allowed to have a beer week launch her without he student council reeporrteeng get to he sorties,"I continued, adding the last part in a stage whisper with a wink to Kara. Quote"I also. Practice. Swordsmanship, and I do a lot of. Archery. I believe the words for them are. Kendo, and Kyoto, right?"" That would be correct Carsten-san." Kara replied, taking a sip of her cold sweetened tea. "Sendai offers much in the way extracurricular activities - the aforementioned being a few of them." Catching Roberto's wink and comment about the alcohol Kara just gave a rueful shake of her head before turning her attention back to Carsten-san. She was under the impression that Carsten-san could possibly believe himself in some anime from the expression on his face whenever he looked at her. It was amusing really. Sitting her glass back down on the table she continued her conversation. "Are you thinking of join either of those clubs?." (from: hamster on 11-12-2008, 17:42:42Roberto"Kowneecheewaah Assahnão-San, I'm Roberto Mendes da Silva. Deed't notice you on he boos. Week rose gloves get looks leek you came here on a motorbike," I grinned. "Have you traded he house Reece week chunk seen get? Get's very good. We have Reece week chunks back been Brazil you know. Except I'm allowed to have a beer week launch her without he student council reeporrteeng get to he sorties," I continued, adding the last part in a stage whisper with a wink to Kara. The boy's accent is atrocious, and his pronunciation is worse. Sesame blinks trying to convert his words into a more intelligible mess into his head. And begins to answer all the questions, "I was on the back of the bus, Salvarsan," He pronounces the L sound properly, unusual for a native, "And no, in Japan you must be able to lift a motorcycle before they give you a absence..." Not that he's ever tried to lift a bike. They scare him, oddly enough. And he gives a small, polite smile at the rest of Roberto's speech. He seems like an OK guy, if a little hard to understand. Roberto("Ye good, beef he same appeared to took draeevehrs hear I shall make eh not not to press OEM off," I grinned back at him, stretching his statement to its absurd extreme." I'm gland Erewhon hear can understand my Terrell accent. I'm tempted to ask eh Alvarez for eh fork end knee end some ketchup to GAO week my noodles, Joost to see he look on heir fleece,"I grinned devilishly." Wãot wood be he Student Council powleceey on such shehnahneegenns,"I wondered aloud, stroking my chin and leaning back as I slipped a noodle dexterously into my mouth with my chopsticks. I decided this country was begging me to gently poke fun at it, positively rubbing its ass up against my crotch with encouragement. NAKAMURA RIKKI giggled at Desire-san's suggestion, putting a hand over my mouth." Well why don't we ask one?" I lifted a hand to get a girl's attention,"Excuse me please, my friend has a request." As the girl began to come over I said to Roberto with an even tone,"Of course the waitresses in Japan finish work after their lunchtime shifts. Then drive trucks in the evenings." Roberto Ah, the sweet smell of restaurant shenanigans! The die was thrown, so I collected my facial features and scoured the cheeky off them, nailing them into their most deadpan configuration. I put on a nasal American accent for good measure, or at least an attempt at one." Excoooooohz me, haaaaaayuv you gãoaaaahht any fraaaaaheeeeyz Taehyung caaaahytsup? Around eh knaaaheef and four fleet, maaah feeeyunguuuhz ayah hunting freight Hardin freeze chaaaãohpsteeeecks,"I drawled reprehensibly. Getting sick of my own terrible accent compounded by my "American" impression, I switched to my normal Brazilians:"End how far ken you Drake eh took from hear been AHN afternoon?" I added with the most serious of expressions, trying my very hardest not to collapse in a screaming heap, pissing myself laughing. I took in the expressions of everyone around me, which only made keeping a straight face harder. Furthermore, I held my breath, biting my lower lip with exertion. Minor lowered his head towards his bowl, scooping up another portion of the beef and rolling his eyes under cover of the food. That accent made him wince. When he'd finished he turned back to Kara, waving his chopsticks slightly to attract her attention." So what other clubs are there at the school? Are there any particularly interesting ones? Unusual ones?" NAKAMURA RIKKI giggled even harder at his ridiculous accent. But Isobutane's staff are very well-trained, Japanese shop and restaurant staff always are and impeccably polite. I guess having a feudal system that lasted five hundred years longer than in the west and ended only just over a hundred years or so ago has left the servant spirit still very much alive and well in the Japanese psyche - particularly the female psyche. Plus Isobutane being such a high-class establishment the staff or owner would never be so rude as to decline a customer's request. The waitress smiled prettily and with an "at once sir" with a swish of aprons and skirts went away to get whatever it was Roberto had asked for. I laughed out loud. It was rude of me, but Roberto was very funny." I didn't get that. What on earth did you ask for?" Then I turned to Asana-san,"Hi. Have you chosen yet? When she comes back, place your order." After finishing his meal, he found a second wind of energy fill his body. Looking around at the conversations going on around him, he rose form his seat, excused himself and went to mingle with the other classmates. Greeting a few of his fellow male classmates, while checking out some of the female students in the process. It was not hard for him to talk to people, less when he had a full stomach and was in a good mood. Taking a seat at a table, he made small chat and waited for the lunch to come to and end. Roberto Eduardo Mendes the SilvaQuoteNAKAMURA RIKKI: "I didn't get that. What on earth did you ask for?"" You'll see, NASA-Rika-Chica, you won't be soorpraeezed,"I grinned devilishly, and was soon presented with a plate of freshly made chips and a bottle of ketchup, as well as a set of Western cutlery. The very polite waitress didn't even present it to me like I'd asked for a dead weasel." Aaah, what ells crowd I want from eh been Japanese restaurant,"I sighed, spearing a chip doused in ketchup on my shiny fork and admiring its golden crispiness. I pushed aside my noodles and smugly devoured my side order with my fork and ketchup. The journey to this restaurant from Rio de Janeiro had been a long one, and finally I wasn't ravenous anymore and instead rather full." My complemented to he chef,"I grinned at the waitress as she relieved me of the empty plates, and took another glass of the iced tea stuff. Sesame says nothing as his bowl of Ramen is delivered and sneaks an unattended menu to see what else he can add to his meal. He skipped breakfast, and the boy was known for having an appetite bigger than he is. At the french fries, he's tempted to ask for the same, but doesn't. I'll come back later, Sesame makes a note to himself, as they smell perfect. At least no one is staring at me, like the last place. Quote from: Kara Alexion"Are you thinking of join either of those clubs?." Tying to get his nerves under control, he nodded a bit. "HAI, Takeda-San." he said, then heard the other boy speak up. He looked very much like a local, though much more approachable than that other fellow from before. Quote from: Hairy Heretic"I'm glad to hear there is at least one other Mendoza about." he said. "I was hoping to have someone to practice with." He scooped up a bit more beef from his bowl. "I've never tried Kyoto before though. How do you find that?" He smiled a bit more earnestly. "Thank you. Tetsuhara-San, was it?" he said, not completely sure if he had heard his name right before. "I find to be much better atkyudothankendo, but I like them both very much." he said, then turning back to Katrina. "I'd love to join those clubs, as well as your computer club, if you have one." he said with a small smile, then took a small sip from his iced tea. Minor nodded at the question. "Perhaps we can offer each other a few tips." he replied. "I'm a lot better at Kendo, Kyoto I've only been doing for a short time." NAKAMURA RIKAKOMy meal was served and I ate. For a while I chose not to talk and merely observed the room. Well, let's say the boys in my dorm in the room... I ate delicately and politely but secretly kept watching... (although it has the money for this all, keeps ordering and eating. He's already on his fourth meal by the time everyone is done, he did break down and order fries as the final touch. When time comes to pay, he pulls out the family credit card given to him by one of the maids, and with a trick that his Master taught him, makes sure that none of the students see that he has a gold card. Her eyes widen, but discretion being the number one trait of a Japanese, the woman goes and comes back, allowing him to repocket it without anyone the wiser. Last thing I need is to show that I'm rich. The short fellow sighs, So why did you pull out in the first place? Not like I have 3400 yen in my pocket, do I. True, but you didn't need to eat that much. I didn't eat breakfast today. The snarky voice didn't have a come back to that one. QuoteMinoru lowered his head towards his bowl, scooping up another portion of the beef and rolling his eyes under cover of the food. That accent made him wince. When he'd finished he turned back to Kara, waving his chopsticks slightly to attract her attention." So what other clubs are there at the school? Are there any particularly interesting ones? Unusual ones?" Taking a moment to think about it, she accounted all the current activities in progress before answering Tetshuara-San. "We offer a wide variety such as the usual sports, various martial-arts, Kendo and Kyoto as Carsten-san had mentioned earlier." Pausing a moment to sip from her teas she continued. "As for any others strange ones there is always the astrology club, mythology club and a few others." Everyone around them seemed to be having a rather pleasant time, sitting conversing among themselves which made the vice president inwardly relieved. As she enjoyed her meal she studied both Matsubara and Carsten-san respectively. Both had proclaimed themselves involved in the Kendo arts and what from what she could appraise from the callouses of their hands as they ate they were no stranger to the Art. She wondered what their reactions would be if they knew she was the captain of the Kendo club." The Kendo club is still taking members if either of you are interested in joining." she said. "All that would be required is a match to test your skills against the club's captain." "Very much so." replied Minor. "It's always good to have someone new to practice with." He glanced around the tables and then cocked his head at Kara speculatively. "Can I assume that the captain is someone here with us?" Her perhaps? His eyes flicked over her, looking for telltales of wearing the traditional armor. Hmm . Maybe. I wonder ..." Don't worry though, I'd try not to show her up too badly with my own skills." he said, eyes flashing with humor. Now, let's see who'll take that bait. Quote Can I assume that the captain is someone here with us? Katra smiled inwardly to herself, she knew a bait when she heard one; a sound tactic to lure your opponent into prematurely showing their hand. Setting her tea glass back on the table she picks up her chopstick again, giving away no Que to his silently inquiry, replying in her neutral soft-spoken way "Perhaps, Tetsuhara-San." Speaking of club captains Kara eyes roamed over the present Students council members and quietly sighed. Apparently Mid had decided not to come after all. Such a shame - might have made this trip a little more lively. Turning her attention back to her table mate she pressed on the conversation. "Although, if you are interested in Kyoto the one to talk to is Hiroshi Minority, who has apparently decided to forgo this little outing." Minor's eyes had glanced around the table after he spoke, but no one seemed to have risen to the bait. Hmmm .he thought, popping another morsel of beef into his mouth. Not here, didn't hear it, or chose not to rise for it? I wonder which it was. He turned his attention back to Kara. "'I am interested in Kyoto, yes. Perhaps I might impose on you for an introduction to Higurashi-San when an opportunity arises?" He scooped up another mouthful of foot before speaking again. "And while I would like to learn more of Kyoto, I really am much better at Kendo. When do you think I might have an opportunity to test myself against the club captain. Is today likely?" Roberto listened to Tetsuhara-San and Takeda-san's discussion with interest, and wondered if there was a school naked mud wrestling champion I could challenge." Gão for get Minorumeister! We have eh seeing been Brazil: every girl loves eh man who knows how to Spahn her week eh been speech,"I taunted him with a grin, gesticulating somewhat with a chip speared on my fork. So many Miguel's to take, so little time! Tetsyhara-San's request to meet Mid and possibly challenge Kara herself came as no surprise to the Vice-President, in fact his initiative, tenacity and diverse interests marked him a bit higher in her opinion. "I am sure something can be arranged, Tetsuhara-San. The same goes for you as well Carsten-san if it is what you wish." Having finished with the avocado salad Kara moved on to her chicken curry, savoring the hot spicy flavor of that first taste, washing it down with more of her peculiar brand of tea. "I myself prefer the use of the paginate and have been deemed quiet capable in that art." she admitted, near master level in fact; the only reason she took up Kendo was not to be limited in the use of only one weapon. An elegantly shaped brow arched and the mask of calm disinterest settled over her features once more overhearing De Silva's rather enthused comment about girls and big sticks. She realized, hoped - that De Silva had not meant the double meaning of his words but one quip deserved another. "Really, De Salvarsan? We have a saying here in Japan as well: It is not the size of the weapon that matters, only the skill in which it uses matters. The smallest of blades can still fell a giant." Delivered so dryly it was hard to tell that if Kara was joking or not. Only her eyes gave away the fainest hint of the mirth she felt. "The paginate was the traditional weapon of female samurai, if I remember correctly." said Minor. "I've seen them used . Tried one, once or twice as well ... but I couldn't call myself any way familiar with them." He paused, chewing another piece of food. "Do you have a training weapon? I'd be quite interested to spar against you if you did. I'd have my Sinai, and the Kendo armor. Oh, wait . Would you practice in armor for that, or not? I'm afraid I don't know that much about it. I've just seen people doing it as part of another art, generally sedans and up, using live blades in data, or in demonstrations, not actual sparing." He glanced down into his bowl, a little surprised to see the food had all vanished. (human icicle certainly knew how to deadpan! I smiled at her one liner, and quietly pitied the Japanese lady whose husband's small blade was all she had to fell her giant. Yes, I would have plenty of fun with my pork Dakotan here. As she and Minor discussed the finer points of waving edged weapons around, I turned to Nakamura-San. She seemed to have a sly look on her face like a Chinese businessman eyeing the KOI carp in the pond of a restaurant. I'd eaten enough by now and felt like heading back, but this was Japan, and they do things subtly here." Nakamuuura-san,"I asked, with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow, making a determined effort to pronounce her name somewhat less happily,"their EEA at Been Benton Box soopehrmarkeet I heard mentioned earlier? I'd leek to Peck up some sailplane on he Gaea back. Need ehnnyseeng from he show?" I still needed lemons and sugar to make the evening's clandestine caipirinhas! Would the Great Helms woman ever dismiss this lunch? "Traditionally some form of light armor is worn, but it is optional than anything else Tetsuhara-San." Kara replied. Finishing the last bit of her meal she carefully set down the chopsticks across rim of the rice bowl and polished off the last of her tea. When the same waitress that took her order came to remove the used dishes the Vice-President whispered a few words to her and discreetly handed her a gold to pay for groups meal and that of the one sent to the Head Mistress of their school. The waitress nodded her understanding and with utmost discretion went off the pay off the tab. Turning around Kara looked at everyone, all seemingly nearing the ends of their own dining. The President had been to quiet so it fell to her to get things moving again." Alright everyone, if I may have your attention." Once everyone's focus settled on her Kara continued. "Now they have had a good meal in our system there is still time for other activities before we need to head back or would rather most of you wish to go back now. I leave this as a group decision." Roberto No Kara! Don't make this take any longer! No voting or whatever, let's just get a move on!" Eet Heinz been eh been Michael, Takayehda-San, end now I seen ehverrywon wants to held back." I slowly got up and went to the coat rack to put my jacket back on." Veaute week your feet ladies end gentehllmens!" I grinned. (is looking out a window, not really interested in the conversation, he'll go with whatever was decided, although across the street was an arcade, full of games. He's never actually had a chance to play those before, and he's finding he'd like to. There's a sense of freedom that's filling him, as the boy has realized he doesn't have to go back! He gives discreet glances to Rikki, and mentally sighed, Is this how it starts? Deep breaths, boy, deep breaths. Kara was more than a bit amused by some of the students expressions, particularly Roberto's. Ahhh, the pleasure of tormenting others it was such a sweet pastime for her. Motioning for the waitress that served her earlier she quietly asked for the check to settle the groups expenses, those that weren't paid for by the students directly as she herself had done. The waitress nodded before leaving the area to fulfill her request. Once everything was paid for and the little gold card placed back securely into her purse Kara turned her attention back to the group." Alright then everyone if you are done then let us be on our back. Please make sure to leave nothing behind." Katra waited as everyone gathered their things and headed out the restaurant picking up the rear as to ascertain there would not be any stragglers. Jin stayed back and slowly walked out of the establishment after paying his own side extras. It was not because he did not want to do as the Student body official said, he was secretly checking out all the girls and mentally rating their bodies with a scale. A smile crossed his lips as his eyes met Kara's, sending her a wink before he turned and followed after the exiting group of students.

Sendai school [Town]|rating:3.0

Dark confessions

I walk into the room, my eyes slow to get accustomed to the glow of the fire and candles. I'm wearing my black silk dress, cut low at the front, tied at the waist, which falls away from my legs as I walk in. My name is June. I'm 36, 5'4", slim, short fair heir, brown eyes, 36b. H Dark confessions. I have no idea why I'm here either. I was invited by a senior person at work, but we seem to be the only ones here. Were you invited too, and if so who by? Why you are hearths is a place where you can make your fantasies come true or better yet come to life. One can do so by posing an idea or a script on any given situation. Mostly role playing happens here, or one can delve lope pm situations with someone also. Let me give you an example.IC= in character OC= out of character IC you follow the story and become the character you have chosen.OC you can comment on real life happenings or game situations. Example: ICA handsome man sits in a dimly lit corner of a restaurant. He frequents this place as one of his favorites, not only because it is dimly lit and cozy, but also because of the patrons that choose to come here. Mostly well-to-do people, that seldom get to loud like in other places. People that came here, frequented it because it offered discretion from prying eyes, while enjoying each other's company in a romantic setting where romance could and generally did blossom between two people. The waiters were also discreet, they seldom saw nor heard much of the goings-on in this place. Their job was solely to make sure the customer was satisfied and well pleased. This guaranteed repeat business, as well as healthy tips. On this day, the handsome man sat at his usual table, enjoying a before dinner drink. A middle-aged man of forty, well established in the community, and well liked. He had been successful running a small business which was very profitable. He was in the diamond business, buying and selling the precious gems for large profits had afforded him a comfortable life. Furthermore, he did not lack for anything save for one thing. He had never found the right woman with which to share his good fortune. A sensuous man by nature, yet reserved, many opportunities had gone by, and he had not capitalized on them. There had been scores of women interested in him, but mostly for his money. He yearned to have a woman that would stay because of him and nothing more. In the process he would have showered her with everything she would ever have dreamed of. He was not a demanding person by nature, he just craved a woman that had no pretenses when it came to intimacy. A free spirit like himself eager to try anything within reason, yet letting love take its course at the same time. Many chose to give sex, but never love and much less passion. He did not want to feel as if he was buying a woman's favors, but instead, he wanted and craved her passion, her need, her total giving.Well-built physically, he kept his body in tip-top shape. Frequent visits to his gym on a weekly basis ensured his strength. He stood at 5ft 10 inches tall, muscular, with dark long wave hair which he kept neatly groomed and tied in a ponytail behind his back, and above all he was well-dressed. He sat at his table sipping his drink at leisure, when he saw her come in. She appeared to be alone as she was greeted by the seating waiter. She looked to be around mid to late thirties, well-dressed in a two piece skirt and jacket that accentuated her body perfectly. She had large breasts, a small waist, and beautiful rounded hips which he followed down to her lovely legs. Not accustomed to the dim lighting she had not noticed him sitting at his table which was just one away from hers. She took her seat as the waiter helped her by easing the chair underneath her until she felt comfortable. He could see all her features as she sat trying to get her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. She was beautiful, not your everyday run-of-the-mill woman, she appeared to be in a class all by her self. She sat self-assured and elegant. Her manner spoke of a title, either hers or her husbands. Perhaps a lawyer, or some other profession. She did not bring her legs all the way underneath the table, but instead opted for sitting sideways from the table where she sat, and as luck would have it she was unwittingly facing him. The waiter asked in a whispered low tone as to what her selection of drink would be, she answered in the same fashion, and he left to bring her order.In the meantime, she searched through her purse in search of something that she wanted, but her eyes were still not used to the dark, and she gave up for the time being. The waiter returned with her drink and a menu, and just a quickly left, leaving her to select her choice by allowing her ample time to make her choice. She decided to delicately cross her legs, and as she did so, her beautiful thighs came into view as the short skirt hiked slightly up revealing a set of well-formed legs encased in sheer stockings, that were obviously held up by a Lacey garter, because he caught a flash of creamy white skin above the stockings. Beyond that, he could not see, he did not know if she had panties underneath, or if the darkness above that were her panties, or of her very bush. He loved a woman with a full bush, he had never found one that liked to grow one, but he knew that if he ever did, he would be her slave forever. He decided to avert his eyes at this point, for surely she would see him staring at her sooner or later. It wasn't until the waiter came to his table that she finally looked in his direction." Would you care for another drink before your meal sir?, or would you like to order?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper." I will have one more before the meal, thank you, I am still trying to decide what to have."" Very well," he replied and left to bring him his second drink.IOC: To be continued. I hope this gave you an idea. Rick_Knight" It was almost 8 pm IOC: For everyone's consideration and approval:IC:Nicolas on Bar is the owner and manager of the establishment. He sits in a shadowed corner of the room adjacent to the door leading to the private Back Room where he can watch and monitor the goings-on in the public rooms. He's a tall and slender, a fit mid to late forties with long salt and pepper hair to the tops of his shoulders. Furthermore, he blue eyes miss nothing that transpires as he sits sipping a beverage and occasionally strokes his trimmed jawline bear and mustache, also salt and pepper. The restaurant/lounge is where the bread and butter is earned, but the cake, and it's icing comes from use of the Back Room, which is very expensive as it normally involves him directly, and he charges for journeys into self exploration, just as anyone in who delves into the human psyche does, high fees for his time. His normal clientele is female, although an occasional male wishes to take the journeys and now and then one wishes to be taught and to learn to lead those explorations into the dark side of pleasure and fantasy. That costs even more. Right now Nicolas is watching the two women and the man about his own age seated not to far away and wondering if they only came for the excellent quality meals and drinks or if one or more of them would wish to use the Back Room to explore themselves or each other.IOC: If "Nicolas" is acceptable to all he'll remain as is. If not let me know, and I'll have him travel on and delete the post.PP As he was raising his glass toward his lips, he noticed she had re-adjusted her position, the short skirt was now covered by the immaculate white table cloth as she had pivoted her beautiful legs underneath the table. He felt like an ass, surely she had seen him admiring her. Only the flickering light of the table candle touched her beautiful face, and camouflaged his embarrassment at having been caught staring. Another woman had also entered the restaurant, she also appeared to be in her mid-thirties. The waiter had seated her a few tables away from theirs. She was also very beautiful in her low-cut dress that also revealed quite a lot. He noticed that the manager in charge of the restaurant had taken an interest in her. It was dim, and she also had not adjusted to the dim lighting yet. The waiter came and went from her also as she placed her beverage order. Returning his gaze to the lady with the short skirt, all of his senses told him to make amends somehow, the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was some sort of pervert taking advantage of darkness to view what he was not supposed to be seeing. Although in a sense she would be right, he was not a pervert, but he did admire what he saw, she was indeed beautiful as a picture. The man in her life surely was a fortunate man for having such beauty at his reach. The waiter had returned with her drink, and had carefully placed it in front of her. Again in a low whispered tone he asked. "Will the lady be ready to order or would, will you need a little while longer?" She turned and whispered something back to him, he nodded and left. She raised her drink to her lips as she casually looked in the direction of the man sitting at his table next to hers. He had raised his glass in her direction toasting to her as the flickering light of his table candle revealed a kind smile meant for her.*Surely nothing will be lost by a kind gesture, he thought. Either way it will not be long before the man of her dreams comes along to join her. Surely someone as beautiful as she, would have someone to dine with... No!.. She was here alone. As a rule most women waiting for someone appear slightly nervous, and check the time on a regular basis indicating that someone is late, she had done none of these things. She was calmly sitting, looking at the menu deciding what she was going to order.*Reaching into his jacket pocket, he took out his cigarette case and took one out, and lit it. She looked his way briefly...*that's what she was looking for in her purse, he thought.*He could not resist,. Rising from his table he moved in her direction softly covering the two or three paces between them gently so as not to alarm her." Good evening m'lady, please allow me to introduce my self, my name is Knight... Rick Knight at your service. I could not help but notice you when you entered, I saw you looking through your purse were you looking for one of these?" He again pulled out his cigarette case and offered her one. He hoped she would accept it as a token of friendship. He felt her eyes on him, on his face, as he smiled. His pearly white teeth all on an even row gleamed in the twilight and flickering light of her candle. She was beautiful from a distance, but she was even more at close quarters. She was truly an angel sent from heaven. For the moment, time stood still. Everything appeared as if in slow motion, he was mesmerized by her beauty as she looked up at his face, her eyes met his like two green emeralds shining in the candlelight, captivating his eyes as if in a hypnotic trance. Slightly blinking and breaking the spell, he now looked at her sensuous lips awaiting her response. mm, She met his eyes as she looked up."It's very nice to meet you Mr. Knight and thank you I will have one of your cigarettes." He followed the act by lighting the cigarette for her, he felt her hand touch his in order to guide the flame to the right place at the end of the cigarette." I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage m'lady, you know my name, but I still do not know yours." His eyes looked deeply into her own green emeralds, as if wanting to dive deep into them to find all of her secrets. He beamed a smile to her and his eyes had a twinkle in them as he searched hers. Seldom had he seen such beauty in a woman, she was perfect in every way, a beautiful face, and a body that would rival many women younger than her. He felt he had to know more about this lady." May I sit with you for a few moments? Or perhaps if you are not expecting someone, ...you could honor me by having you dine with me at my table." She motioned to the vacant chair next to her, still she did not say who she was. Before sitting, he reached over to his table and retrieved his drink." Here is to a beautiful woman, the likes of which I've only seen in modeling magazines, you are truly a remarkable lady. A rose would shrivel up and die of jealousy next to you." Once more he raised his glass and gently touched hers, a soft audible cling could be heard as the glasses kissed. Briefly he looked past her at the other woman that had come in, somehow he had a feeling that the two of them were somehow connected. Both beautiful, both alone. Nicolas on Bar, the owner and manager of the establishment:His eyes moved from the petite woman to the other one and the man, and he smiled to himself as he thought,'Soon, the eternal dance has begun. I wonder if they will find in each other what each needs and craves.'and he takes another sip of his beverage and lights a cigarette. The flare of his lighter illuminating his face briefly and for the first time. IOC: Guess my RP was too slow for you....oh well, some other time, perhaps. Re: Nicolas on Bar, the owner and manager of the establishment:As my eyes grow accustomed to the candlelight I notice the other people. Another woman (very attractive I note) is sat quite close, and a distinguished gentleman is also sat close by. He looks to be very interested in the attractive lady. I feel rather uncomfortable, still not sure why I am here. I take a sip of my wine as I look around. As I cross my legs my dress falls away........ Nicolas on Bar:He smiles as creamy skin it revealed when legs are crossed and signals over a waiter." Take the lady at table 5 a drink compliments of the house. What ever she's drinking will suffice."Thank you, Lawrence." IOC for Rick Knight: It may just be a case of RT (real time) intruding on her online fun Rick. Sometimes patience pays my friend so do keep an eye on the story. *s Re: Nicolas on Bar:A waiter comes to the table and asks me what I would like to drink, on the house...... I feel flattered and ask for another glass of wine. I sit alone, still wondering why I'm here, looking around, smiling as my eyes make contact with the attractive lady nearby. The waiter returns with my drink and I sip the rich Merlot, not realizing that my dress has fallen away from my legs, showing a great deal of my thighs........ Nicolas on Bar:A cigarette lighter flares to life in a shadowy corner catching your attention and the man lighting his cigarette smiles at you and lifts his glass in a silent toast. Before the lighter goes out again you see his eyes slide over as much of you as can be seen and a nod of appreciation is added the smile. Re: Nicolas on Bar:As I take another sip of my wine a cigarette lighter flickers in the far corner and I can see a distinguished looking man sat at a table alone. He smiles and raises his glass. Nervously I raise my glass too, and manage a weak nervous smile. I glance across at the other woman and see that she seems to be in conversation with the guy from another table. I'm wondering why a senior manager at the company would invite me here and not turn up. Furthermore, I was looking forward to a pleasant meal with him and his wife. I look at my watch.....maybe I should leave when I finish my wine..........] mm I watch as the man talking to the attractive woman talks into his phone, then speaks to the woman and leaves. I smile across at her as she takes a sip of her drink, and wonder why we are both here alone.........[mm Nicolas on Bar:"Lawrence, since the young man had to leave unexpectedly, tell the ladies it's now time for them to explore the back room. . . If they wish to explore themselves at the same time." I had been talking to Susan as though we were old friends, laughing about "fantasies". A man approached the table and told us it was time to go with him. I looked at Susan quizzically, wondering if there really was a room where you could play out your fantasies." What do you think Susan, should we see what's this secret room is all about?" I took a long drink of wine and stood up.......... Lawrence, waiter:"If each of you would please sign these releases first then we can proceed." They state that neither of you is being coerced or forced into entering the back room, that neither of you are offended by partial or total nudity and that if you should choose to participate in any activities in the Private Rooms it's of your own free will, and you release the establishment, and it's management and ownership from any and all liability either civil or criminal." A release form and clipboard with pens attached are handed to each of you. June look at Susan as the man hands us clipboards and forms to sign." What do you think Susan, maybe this could turn out to be an interesting night?" Maybe this is what I was invited for, I think to myself, maybe someone is trying to tell me something, or test me... I take the clipboard and sign where the man has shown us. I watch Susan to see if she will sign too....... IOC: Shall we wait for her to sign or not, or shall we proceed on the presumption that she'll sign and bring her along with you? June: Let's assume she will sign. I'm sure she will anyway. "What the hell IOC:Sorry Florida thunderstorm and power went out, or we could have S-B. *Sic: Lawrence, the waiter:"If you'll follow me please I'll introduce you to your host and guide." You're led to the corner booth where the man sits watching the establishment. The man who'd sent over the drink and been noticed lighting a cigarette." Sir, may I introduce Susan and June. They've signed the requisite releases and are prepared for their journeys of exploration and self exploration." He replies in a low and quiet voice, "Thank you, Lawrence." at which Lawrence backs away and leaves the two of you standing looking at the speaker. He rises and extends his hand between you both so which ever wishes can take it first. In a Germanic accent and the same quiet voice, "Good evening ladies. If you're prepared shall we begin what may be a journey that lasts the remainder of your lives?" June The man sat in the corner who had sent us drinks, and who I had seen lighting his cigarette is very distinguished looking. "Not the type of man to lead us into something we wouldn'tr want to do", I think to myself. As he speaks he offers his hand, and I take it. He clasps my hand in a firm grip, his hand large and warm, with mine feeling tiny within its grip. His voice is quiet and soothing and has an accent I don't recognize. I glance at my new friend, Susan as he tells us about a journey that may last for the rest of our lives. She looks as worried as I'm feeling. What kind of journey are we about to begin I wonder? Why was I invited here, and how do they seem to know so much about us? I smile at Susan, trying to make her feel more comfortable, even though I'm feeling nervous myself. The man keeps his grip on my hand and leads us to a door at the back............ Nicolas on Bar:"You are about to enter where deep and secret fantasies live. The dark fantasies that you barely allow yourselves to admit to yourself that you have and would never tell anyone else about." In here all is done Safely, Sanely and Consensually. No one is ever forced or coerced into doing anything that they don't wish to do freely and willingly. Do keep that in mind please," he says quietly to you both then he unlocks and opens the black steel door and ushers you into another room. When the door shuts with a very final sounding thump the soft music from the other side is cut off, so this is obviously a sound proofed area, a pitch black one. A muted *click* and lights begin to glow and as he turns the dial brighten until you can see that you've entered a shop.... a shop selling all manner of expensive looking fetish wear of all kinds and with display cases full of every sex toy you've ever heard of or seen and more as well as things that have to be used to inflict pain." Welcome to the outer area of Darker Confessions. The shop where what you crave can be purchased for wear or use within the Inner Sanctum." Out there I am Nicolas or Mr. on Bar, but in here I am Master or Sir." I loo help Well pH Re: help'm with Susan, but I'm sure with a little help it may be great fun. IOC:Well as the name of the story is Dark Confessions and since it began in a restaurant/lounge and since you came in alone I presumed that there was 'something missing' in the lives of your characters. Someone who knows each of you but not both of you understood that you were each 'looking' for something and suggested Dark Confessions as a possible solution as the Private Room is home to every kink and would allow your characters to explore each of theirs from BDSM to Lesbianism, to Exhibitionism, etc., etc. OCC That sounds OK to me. May need a little help along the way, but I'm sure it will turn out interesting. IOC: Okay then why not shop *s* and if you have any questions or suggestions let ask or let me know in PM okay? June." I don't know what we've got into" I said softly to Susan. "There must be a reason for us being here though, so we might as well at least take a look." I smiled a rather weak smile as I looked into Susan's eyes, and gently took her hand in mine." Come on, we can look" I said as I began to explore the "store". God, they have things here I've never even heard of, I thought to myself as we begin to look around. Whips, racks, handcuffs, and things I just don't recognize."oh my God, are they nipple clamps?....just look at the size of some of them" I exclaim. "I know I have large nipples, but my God, I don't think I could take those"............ June and Nicolas:He stands by the door watching them as they browse through the shop and hears both the large nipple comment and the question about fantasies and thinks to himself,'Large and very sensitive nipples I'll wager June and Susan everyone has fantasies, but it takes courage to admit them and try to live them out so when you're old or dying you won't have to think back and say to yourself, "If I'd only...." That's the intimate sadness, the "if I'd only" for they never leave.' Jun Nicolas on Bar:As they pass where he stands waiting patiently," The changing rooms are through that archway," he says quietly as you pass. "The changing "The \ Nicolas on Bar:To June as she sits and waits:"Won't you find something that you like too. Something fitting and suitable to your fantasies and needs, your dark and secret inner cravings." Inside of the Hog's Breath Saloon, a part of Dayton Beach transplanted to Dark Confessions:Rick stood at the bar a big mug of beer in his hand. He, like all the bikers in the bar, wore his colors, but this was natural ground, so there'd no trouble regardless of the fact that there were Outlaws, Hell's Angels, Diablo's and other outlaw bike gang members also here. To en sure they were all anonymous, so personal disputes couldn't enter into things all wore skin tight leather masks of various hues with just the eyes and mouths uncovered. Rick's was a dark red with black and gold highlights. As he drank his beer he looked over the local talent seeking a fuck playmate for the night. A wannabe or unattached mama to receive the pressure in his large balls. The CIA IOC:FYI, I sent Slut-Bitch a PM, but so far no reply. So did I I Rick:He stood with his back to the bar, beer in hand. His eyes roved over those in the place, watching just in case as he looked for someone, the one who'd be his for the rest of the night. His to enjoy and how knows maybe even share with a Bro or mama or two. Still in from Rick:His attention is caught by the bitch selling the pics and stuff. "Let me see what you've got." She's wearing Daisy Duke style cut-offs that show the cheeks of her ass, sandals and a crop top t-shirt and hands him a folder of pictures saying the newest ones are on top. The top two pages were just printed out, and the video isn't ready yet. She's still in there show it off for the camera." He opens the cover and sees all of her, every inch of her nakedness and even though it's been several years knows right away who she is." I'll take a full set and a video when it's done. Is she coming in here and dressed like that?"" I guess so."" Which door?" Pointing, "That one if she comes in."' K. Put the pictures in my room and have the DVD in the player. Here's an extra ten for your trouble."" Okay big guy," she says, "let me know if you want or need any, MMM, help. She looks hot enough to make it interesting and so do you." She says as she looks you up and down, pats the 'package' in your shift leather pants then sways her ass away, tits bouncing and swaying. I took one The Warlock:"Now," he says quietly, "since you want to be a mama you'll be treated like one." Two of his fingers push up into you, and he says,"You're my mama for the night cunt. You do what I say and fuck or suck who I tell ya to is that clear? If not I can make it very fuckin' clear by slapping those bit tits until it is." As he's speaking the two fingers in your cunt wriggle and rub on the wet walls and his thumb presses your clit and rubs it. Here I was Warlock in the mask:He gets up off his stool and slides his hand under your skirt. His fingers sink into an ass cheek, and it's used to steer you down that hall again into a room with a sign reading "Bedroom and Bath" on it. Once in the room he closes and locks the door, turns you around to face him and begins to knead and squeeze your big bare tits as he asks, "You want to be fucked, don't you? You want to be treated like a mama slut don't you bitch?" Well go and turn on the stereo and start dancing for me. Dance, strip and play with yourself." Then you can undress me, and I'll fuck royally in your cunt and ass slut... after you've sucked me to show me just what a slut you are, what a willing mama wannabe you are." June. Susan looked so great in the exhibitionist "dress" she had got. I had watched her as she dressed and applied her make up. What a gorgeous body, I thought to myself. Now I felt overdressed and awkward.... I must go and have a look around the shop and see what I can get for myself...... Hurry, I was thinking, don't miss out on anything.....that bar looked fascinating...... And I walked into the shop looking for something interesting....... Nicolas von Bauer:"If you'll give me an idea of which of your fantasies you care to explore perhaps I can make some suggestions for you to look over and from which to choose the perfect outfit for your particular fantasy June," he says quietly from just behind you as you're browsing. He got a June looked around at the amazing collection of items in the shop.....feeling like a child in a sweet shop. I had always wanted to show my body off, wanted to aunt myself, but could never bring myself to do it. Now I had the chance...and may also get the opportunity to have sex in public too, another of my fantasies...... Re: June wandered around the "store", looking at the skimpy clothing, very sexy lingerie and shoes and boots of all kinds. I picked up a pair of shiny thigh high boots, with heels about 6" high......"wow" I thought..."they are so sexy"...... I carried them with me as I continued to browse..... Masked Warlock:He slides his cock out of her mouth and fists it. He uses it to slap her face and wipes her saliva and pre-cum on it as he says, "You're mine tonight slut."You're my fuckboy and will do as I tell ya to do, or I'll whip your ass until you understand who's the one in charge and that you're my fuck meat." Now suck my cock slut. Face fuck me before I get pissed off and you pay for it." As your sucking rub those big tits on my legs and balls and play with your pussy." June stop and look at a tiny dress, lifting it from the rail. The dress has extremely thin straps and is cut very low at the front, plunging to around the waist.....and the little material there is transparent....almost as clear as glass. I hold it up to myself, wondering how I will look, and how much of my breasts it would hold in, if any at all..... I loved it, but could I wear it?........ June man sat in the corner was watching me as I browsed around the store. I was carrying the little transparent dress and the thigh high boots as I continued to look around." I doubt if you will need anything else" he said as I approached him. "The dress would lose its effect if you wore underwear, and the boots will set it off wonderfully". I smiled at him, and nervously said that I would take them. "What the hell are you doing June" I thought to myself.....but another voice inside me was telling me to go ahead, stop dithering"Is there somewhere I can change?" I asked the man as he handed me my dress and boots.... Nicolas on Bar:"Of course. Right here. After all the showing off your nude body is part of the fantasy isn't it, so show it to me as you change June." At the same time tell me which of your fantasies you want to explore. Susan is deep into one of hers now. Which of yours intrigues you the most?" June feel shocked and shaky as the man tells me to change right there......wondering if I'm doing the right thing. "Come on June, this is what you've always wanted" I tell myself. I slip the straps of my dress from my shoulders and let it fall to my feet, standing in front of this total stranger in my bra and little panties. As I begin to undress I start to tell this stranger of my fantasies, things that no-one else has ever heard. I tell him how I want to have sex somewhere public, where others might see and join in. As I tell him this I reach behind and unclip my bra...shrugging it from my shoulders and freeing my breasts. I continue to tell him of how I want to be treated like a slut, a filthy slut, with men doing what they will with me. I slip down my panties and kick them from my feet, then take my new dress and slip it on. The material is so fine I can hardly feel it as it slips over my body. As I adjust the thin straps I realize that it doesn't cover my breasts at all, the material is down the sides of my breasts the "V" ending at my waist, and the dress only long enough to just cover the cheeks of my ass. I sit to pull on the thigh length boots and when I stand I can see that there is about a 4" gap between the top of the boots and the hem of the dress. I look in the full length mirror and see my breasts on show as well as everything else showing through the transparent material." My breasts look good" I think to myself, "and my ass too"...... Nicolas on Bar:His hand cups your tight ass and uses it to guide you over to a love seat on one of the walls. His hands move to your bare breasts, and he looks into your eyes as he quietly says, "Sit down slut. Sit and take out my cock. Rub it all over these tits I'm now squeezing and these nipples I'm pinching and rolling then suck it slut." As you do, I'll make sure your fantasy if fulfilled. You'll be a Buckeye slut tonight at a stag party right here." He pulls downward on your tits until you're sitting in front of his crotch. When your slightly trembling hands move toward his pants he lifts a phone and simply says, "I have the slut for your stag party. She'll be here when she's suck my cock dry." In the meantime enjoy the movies." Susan ill be back June he man cups my ass in his hands, his grip firm, as he leads me to a love seat in the corner of the store. My legs are trembling as I move, partly with fear and partly with anticipation. He tells me to sit down and take out his cock. Telling me to rub it over my tits and then suck it. He tells me I'm going to be a Buckeye slut. And I wonder what the hell that means. My nipples are tingling as he rolls them in his fingers, hard and erect now. He pulls on my tits, so that I'm close to his crotch. He speaks to someone on the phone at his side, telling them that he's got there slut." Oh my God.....he means me" I think to myself..... I'm really going to be a slut..... My hands tremble as I reach for his zipper, and it takes me a few seconds to take hold of the tiny fastener. Slowly I unzip his fly....he has no shorts on and his hard prick springs out, shocking me with its thickness. I take it in my hand and rub the moist, swollen head over my tits, teasing my hard nipples with it. I realize that my hands are no longer trembling, and I'm enjoying the feel of this strangers prick on my tits..... Now I want it.... I want this hard, thick cock. I lean forward and flick my tongue over the swollen head, tasting this stranger......before slowly taking his cock into my mouth, easing it his cock all the way in. Feeling it throb between my lips and that swollen head in my throat as I suck on it, and gently massage his hard balls as I suck deeply on his cock......... The man pushes into me, forcing his cock into my throat....almost making me gag....the head filling my throat. As I move my head slowly from side to side my throat massages the head of his cock. My lips grip the shaft of his cock as I suck harder, loving the feel....the taste....of this stranger. My hands squeeze his heavy balls as I suck on his cock. I growl softly deep in my throat as I suck harder, faster......squeezing those balls, trying to milk the cream from him.......... Triplicated Post:Fingers must have really stuttered. *L Nicolas on Bar:"MMM, messes. Just like that. You're a good little cocksucking slut, aren't you? You love the feel of my cock in your mouth, your throat, doesn't you? It tastes wonderful to you, and you can't wait to taste my cum either can you?" Don't stop slut, just let me know that you agree by fucking my cock with your hot mouth," he says as he bends and pinches both large and hard nipples in time to the movement of your head as you do as he's asked to show you agree with everything he's said to you." In case you don't know what a Buckeye slut is let me explain so that you can anticipate how you'll begin to live out your fantasies June the slut." Bukkae is a Japanese term. In essence, it means that before this night ends you will have all of your orifices filled to over flowing with cum, that you'll be covered with cum, and you will drink more cum than you can imagine." You'll fuck cocks in your cunt and ass, suck them dry and masturbate them until they cum on your face and body. Sometimes all at the same time. You'll be a total cum slut, and you'll love it won't you June the slut?" He smiles and shivers at the pleasure her moaning on his cock, as she listens, gives him. She shudders and her mouth moves more eagerly. Duplicated post. Opps, stuttering fingers. *s Susanne again Masked Warlock:His cock slides out, and his hand closes around it and milks out the last of his cum so he can wipe it under your nose, on your lips and cheeks, "That's so you can smell my cum, taste it every time you lick your lips and feel it drying on your slutty, cocksucking face my hot little fuckboy." Now get your ass up onto the bed. Spread your legs as wide as you can and show me how good a slut bitch can play with her tits, nipples and pussy until I'm hard again and can fuck you bowlegged." As you move to the bed he opens a cabinet door and takes out a dildo nearly as big as his cock. He carries it over and when you're on the bed spread open for him, he hands it to you." Once your cunt is good and juicy fuck it like you want me to fuck it slut. Hard, Deep and Fast. Give me a good show slut." Juneau I suck on his cock the man tells me how much I like it, how much I want his cum in my throat and what a slut I am. He's right! I'm loving it....loving his cock in my mouth and throat.......the feel of his balls as I squeeze them in my hands. As he talks to me, I begin to fuck his cock with my mouth, feeling it slip in and out...hitting the back of my throat as I take it all in. The man pinches my nipples hard as I fuck his hard cock. As I fuck his cock faster with my mouth He explains what Buckeye means, telling me that I'm going to be fucked in every hole, masturbate other cocks and be covered and filled with cum. As he speaks to me telling me what a slut I am and how I will be treated like one, I fuck his cock faster, faster......the thought of all those cocks making me feels so hot....... As he tells me what's going to happen I moan in my throat....hearing it sound like a growl as I fuck his cock faster and harder. My body shudders with anticipation and I suck on his wonderful cock eagerly....wanting to taste him....wanting his cum in my mouth and throat......... on Bar:His hands grips your breasts, almost painfully hard, but not quite, and he uses them to lift you to your feet. His mouth claims your, crushing your lips, his tongue invading your mouth as one of his hands moves under the skirt to cup and squeeze your pussy and his other does the same to your tight, rounded ass cheeks. A fingertip pushes into each of those openings, and they begin to move in synch in and out of you as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, bites and chews on it and caresses it with his own. When your hips begin to move, when the openings he's entered begin to grip and squeeze his fingers, he turns you away from him and pushes down between your shoulder, so your bent over hands on the cushions of the soft and one of his hands pulls the skirt up to your lower back as he says, "Now spread your legs' slut. Reach between them and put my cock at the place you want filled. You've tasted my cock now feel it stretch and fill you. Feel it fuck you like a slut, bent over ass in the air, skirt around your waist. Just like a slut in heat needing a hard fuck." June His hands grip my breasts hard as he lifts me to my feet. His mouth crushes mine as he kisses me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I feel his hands roughly gripping me as he pushes up the short dress, gripping my pussy and my ass as his tongue pushes deep into my mouth. He bites and chews on my tongue, the pain almost making me squeal, but as I get used to it, I feel pleasure with the pain. Now his fingers are probing my pussy and my tight ass. He moves them in and out of me, finger fucking my pussy and ass at the same time and in rhythm with each other. Suddenly he pushes me away, and gripping my shoulders pushes me down onto the sofa, my hands stopping me from stumbling onto it. As I'm being pushed over he pushes my dress up to my waist and tells me to spread my legs and put his cock where I want it to go. I'm leaning over the sofa, my ass in the air, dress thrown up around my waist, with a stranger telling me to put his cock at the hole I want to be fucked in. I feel like the slut in my fantasies, but now I'm excited, I want his cock, want it ramming into me hard. Furthermore, I reach behind and take his cock in my hand....guiding the wet, swollen head to my wet pussy lips. Furthermore, I can feel his cock rubbing against my own swollen lips and want him.....want this hard, thick cock to ram into me hard......... I want him to treat me like the slut I feel like.....to treat me rough and to take me now, no matter who can see. Furthermore, I don't care that we are still in the shop where I bought this flimsy little dress that is no longer covering anything at all. Furthermore, I want his cock in me now...now........ on Bar:"You are a hot wet slut, a bitch in heat aren't you June the slut?" he asks as his strong fingers grip your hip bones and his thumbs dig and sink into the tight globes of your ass cheeks." This is what you want, what you need isn't it June the slut bitch." Ugggh Ahhhh Vessels," he grunts as he jerks her ass toward him and slams his steel hard cock to its root into her wet, dripping cunt. He sighs at its tightness as the broad head of his cock drives her smooth tight walls apart as he stretches her and goes deeper and deeper into her cunt, her belly until it finally reaches her cervix and stretches it too as his "Yeses." lets her know how good it feels as he moves his hips to rub and grind against it while his hips and tight belly crush against her ass cheeks." Now fuck me. Fuck me like the slut you want and need to be," he says," and if you've been a bad and dirty little slut tell me, and I'll spank you for it at the same time June the slut, fuckboy." , "A Good Show". Masked Warlock:He sat watching, an evil glint in his eyes, as they watched you nearly raping your cunt with the fake cock. He watched as he massaged his balls and stroked his cock to get it good and hard again. It grew and grew as the wet sounds of a cunt being fucked fill the room along with what you were saying. The smell of your pussy filled his senses all adding to the turn on for him and making him hard again much faster than normal as he saw what a slut bitch his sister was and knew he'd be fucking her harder and deeper than the fake cock in just a few minutes. He watched and waited until she was cumming and screaming all at the same time then he moved. He grabbed her hand on the dildo and jerked it out of her cumming cunt as he moved between her side spread legs. They were hooked over his wide shoulders and as he moved close to her still humping ass their position on his shoulders rolled her ass off the bed so he could go as deeply as possible into her snatch. Deeper than any cock had ever been unless he missed his guess. There wasn't any gentle entry like a tentative lover would make, there wasn't any 'adjustment time' for her to get used to his size. He just RAMMED his big prick all the way to the balls into her oozing cunt with one powerful lunge of his hips and lower back. He used his weight to SLAM into her and drive her walls apart then stretch and grind on her cervix stretching, starting to open it as his hand filled with big tits to squeeze and pull on them both at the same time. Susandsdsd Rita:Is it alright that I am joining now, as I changed her from 17 years old to 18 years old in the casting call for Dark Confessions? Rita, did you wish this Dark Confessions or the other one? You're more than welcome to join here if you wish. Just post a character in the dining room post your character ordering and enjoying a meal... You'll be joined shortly by the owner Nicolas on Bar. Have a fantasy or fantasies ready that your character would like to 'explore'. IOC:short skirt has pm'ed and told me that she will no longer be writing her character in this story, so the Masked Warlock character will be dropped too.PP June hear the man grunt as he rams his thick, hard cock into me, pushing deep inside my now soaking cunt. He's gripping me tightly with his hands as he pounds into me, his cock hitting my cervix as he grunts and pushes hard. I moan loudly as I feel him filling me, stretching my soaking wet cunt with his huge cock. Ooohhhh Godddddddd yeesssssss I scream, as I push my hips back to meet his thrusts. His belly crushes into me as he pounds his cock into my cunt and I push back hard to meet his thrusts. "Ooohhhh I've been so bad" I scream......." I let a total stranger watch me dress in this slutty outfit, then I let him fuck me in the shop. I've been so bad, I need to be punished for being such a dirty slut" on Bar:"The fuck me like the slut you are June, and I'll punish you for being soon bad, soon slutty as to do all of that." I'll heat up your slutty ass as you fuck me with your hot, bitch's wet cunt for being such a nasty little slut that soon you'll be full of cum in all of your holes, in your mouth and all over your naked slutty body." That's what you want, what you need isn't it June the slut," he says as one hand and then the other lands on the pale globes of the ass cheeks your fucking his hard prick are making jiggle.*Smack* *Smack* As you pull forward to slide his cock to the mouth of your gripping and wet cock sheath his hands smack your ass leaving red hand prints on the pale skin.*Smack* *Smack* Again and again his hands make her cheeks jiggle and quiver as they're heated up and sting with each movement of her body to bury his hard meat into her as hard and deeply as she could bury it." You're a slut, talk like one. Tell me what you're feeling, what you want, what you so desperately need.... slut." Re: June Pushing my hips back to take all your cock into my soaking cunt, as you tell me all my holes are going to be filled.... I'm going to have cum everywhere. Aaahhhhh as the men hands sting my ass. He slaps me hard as I fuck his big hard cock."yes, yes, dresses that's what I want..... I want a cock in all my holes...... I want filling with cum, covering in it.... I want to be a dirty cum slut", I scream at him." I want fucking by lots of men, with others watching...I want to be treated like a dirty slut, with cocks in every hole, men and women watching me as I'm treated like a slut bitch"I scream again as the man slaps me...my ass stinging........ He smacks me again, my ass stinging with his hard slaps. PhoenixPrime01 said: "The fuck me like the slut you are June, and I'll punish you for being soon bad, soon slutty as to do all of that. "I'll heat up your slutty ass as you fuck me with your hot, bitch's wet cunt for being such a nasty little slut that soon you'll be full of cum in all of your holes, in your mouth and all over your naked slutty body. "That's what you want, what you need isn't it June the slut," he says as one hand and then the other lands on the pale globes of the ass cheeks your fucking his hard prick are making jiggle. *Smack* *Smack* As you pull forward to slide his cock to the mouth of your gripping and wet cock sheath his hands smack your ass leaving red hand prints on the pale skin. *Smack* *Smack* Again and again his hands make her cheeks jiggle and quiver as they're heated up and sting with each movement of her body to bury his hard meat into her as hard and deeply as she could bury it. "You're a slut, talk like one. Tell me what you're feeling, what you want, what you so desperately need.... slut." Click to expand... on Bar:Again and again his prick drives into your wet, willing and passionate cunt as his hands rain down smack after meaty sounding smack on the tight bouncing and jiggling cheeks of your ass." You'll be fucked like a whore, used like a slut, humped like a bitch in heat and have to suck cock at the same time." You'll be what you long to be... cum slut, bitch. Furthermore, you'll become the slut you long to be as cock after cock spews its cum on you and fills you too." Rita:I am ready to join here now, and the description of Rita is on the last DC thread, so I am ready to go to the dining room where I will post my character and enjoy a meal, and wait for Nicolas. IOC: Fine "Rita" but include her description as she'd be seen in your opening post as well as how she came to be at Dark Confessions seeking more than just a meal. LOCI am out of action until next evening. June His huge, hard cock continues to pound into me as his hands sting my ass. I keep pushing myself back to meet his thrusts, taking his cock deep into my soaking cunt." Oh my God", I think to myself, "this is all my fantasies coming true at the same time". I listen as he tells me I'm going to be a cum slut, used and abused by anyone who wants to. I'm screaming in ecstasy as his cock rams into my cunt, hitting my cervix hard as we both thrust at the same time." I can't wait for more cocks", I think, "I want fucking hard by anyone who wants to, and I want others to watch......my ultimate turn on"...........as he slaps my ass hard again, stinging my cheeks once more as he cocks pounds in and out of my juicy cunt like a piston......."oh fucckkkkk, I want to cum".................. Rita:I do my best to introduce my character here, and I would like to ask if it's alright with animal sex/porn here, or should I choose the sexual fantasy RPG instead?IC:My name is Rita, and I am an 18 years old virgin with red and long hair from New York City, where I had worked as a layer lady in Toys'R'Us last year. I live in an apartment in Brooklyn together with my 25-year-old mother who got divorced by her husband for nearly ten years ago. I have a non popping balloon fetish, and I always wanted to share it with a female partner, so I took on a weekend vacation to a famous place called Dark Confessions. IOC:Not a problem, in fact Jennifer in the Vacation story is inshore for some animal sex eventually. As I said it'll be a hard core story per B n H's request. There will be few kinks left unexplored in it. Now you've stumped me... What's a "Non Popping Ballot" fetish. Not familiar with the term, or may know it by another name. Also, may want to make Mom at least 35 if your character is 18 so she could have had you at 17. *s Cocoon poppers is people who won't pop balloons, or don't like the loud bangs of balloons, and anyway I am going to change my mother's age - LOL! Anyway, I'm out of action until Friday evening.

Dark confessions|rating:3.0

Faerie Tale Role Play

Head everyone! This role play is for dedicated role players who will write more than one paragraph for each of their additions to the scenario. (just thought I should clear that up... I don't like namely tamely players)REQUIREMENTS•Grammar and Spelling! Use grammar and spelling to the best of your ability.•Please! Third/second person, not first.•DETAIL! Make your posts detailed! No vague descriptions of what's happening.•Variety! Don't use the same word over and over!RULES The usual --1. You can write about anything you want, but if it is inappropriate to younger people please just imply it rather than be detailed about that specific section.2. Minimal IOC spam.3. No advertising.4. No "I'm bored" threads in general.5. No controlling others characters unless they give you permission.6. Two characters are the maximum amount at this time, but you may only add a second if you think you can handle it. You can incorporate your own characters or characters from your favorite stories. Please include the following for your character so others who aren't familiar with role play can get a hang of things:Name:Age:Species: (Human, Elf, Talking Dog etc.)Origin:Hobbies:Talents:Special Powers:Family:Job:Home:Appearance:Extra: Name: Phoenix EkkelvaeAge: 24 Species: Elf Origin: Woodland Realm of WearraHobbies: Archery, Horse Back Riding, Music, Art, Reading, History, Astrology, French Talents: Can write 85 words per minute in Elfin, English, and French. Can play the lute and the flute. Is a skilled warrior → sword and archery Special Powers: Reads mind, Transfiguration, TelekenesisFamily: Her aunt, Area, who is the queen of Police. Her twin cousins Amelia and Aria. Her cat Fergus and her horse, Shale. Job: Warrior and Political Figure. Home: The palace in the Kingdom of Police, in WearraAppearance: She has long red hair, big blue eyes and pale skin. She has a deep connection with her goddess Er's. She is slim but yet remains some curves. Furthermore, she has one long scar on her collar bone, has a nose stud and a lip ring which show her dedications to warring. Extra: She is the third in line for the throne, providing that both of her cousins die. Name: Amelia "Amy" Hannah Age: 15 Species: Elf Origin: The dense forest of her village, Wyvern Hobbies: Archery, hunting, hanging with her guardian dragon, Blaze Talents: Archery, hunting, playing her wooden flute Special Powers: Sensing danger and telepathy with her guardian Family: Unknown Job: N/A Home: Wyvern Appearance: Blue hair, large elf ears, pale skin, aggressive look, usually scars around her arms or face after fights. Blaze: Small, white body with sky blue eyes. Grey metallic wings. 10x his size when needed. Extra: Don't get her pissed. You will not like it Sgt;Lt; She also despises shape-shifters, because a group of them killed her family. Accepted Characters: Quote: Name: Phoenix Ekkelvae Age: 24 Species: Elf Origin: Woodland Realm of Sierra Hobbies: Archery, Horse Back Riding, Music, Art, Reading, History, Astrology, French Talents: Can write 85 words per minute in Elfin, English, and French. Can play the lute and the flute. Is a skilled warrior -Sgt; sword and archery Special Powers: Reads mind, Transfiguration, Telekenesis Family: Her aunt, Area, who is the queen of Police. Her twin cousins Amelia and Aria. Her cat Fergus and her horse, Shale. Job: Warrior and Political Figure. Home: The palace in the Kingdom of Police, in Sierra Appearance: She has long red hair, big blue eyes and pale skin. She has a deep connection with her goddess Er's. She is slim but yet remains some curves. Furthermore, she has one long scar on her collar bone, has a nose stud and a lip ring which show her dedications to warring. Extra: She is the third in line for the throne, providing that both of her cousins die. Quote: Name: Donovan Spread Age: 27 Species: Elf Origin: Sierra Hobbies: Horse back riding, Cooking Talents: He can shoe a horse in half an hour and can swim quite well. He is also an excellent chef. Special Powers: Cooks like a dream and can speak with animals, especially horses. (Partially the reason he chose his vocation) Family: A ten-year-old sister, Isis, a parents Ingrid and Wallace. Job: Ferries Home: Police Appearance: Shoulder length black hair, green eyes and well muscled. His hands are large and well worked, yet soft to the touch. He is tanned. Extra: There are many girls in Police who are attracted to him. Quote: Name: Kazan Vilnius Age: 32 Species: Elf Origin: Woodland Realm of Sierra Hobbies: Reading, Astrology, Study of transmutation of self and other things, Keeping fit, Magic Talents: Is a very good teacher of magics, even though at a young age. Quite slender and agile, and can wield magic well. Special Powers: Extreme transfiguration, fire and water manipulating, flying. Family: His mother, Evelynn, and father, Sun, who are the keeper of magic and unique items in the city of Police. He has no siblings or pets. Job: Teacher and professor in the magic academy in Police. Also volunteers to create wards to protect his city from attackers through magic. Home: Lives by himself in a house on the edge of Police, near the magic academy. Appearance: He has short brown hair with white streaks going through it, brown eyes and tanned skin. He works out often, so has a good physique. He is slender and does not carry any scars or wounds. Extra: Even though Kazan has never left the walls of Police, he one day wishes to venture out and see what it is like living beyond. - Quote: Name: Amelia "Amy" Hannah Age: 15 Species: Elf Origin: The dense forest of her village, Wyvern Hobbies: Archery, hunting, hanging with her guardian dragon, Blaze Talents: Archery, hunting, playing her wooden flute Special Powers: Sensing danger and telepathy with her guardian Family: Unknown Job: N/A Home: Wyvern Appearance: Blue hair, large elf ears, pale skin, aggressive look, usually scars around her arms or face after fights. Blaze: Small, white body with sky blue eyes. Grey metallic wings. 10x his size when needed. Extra: Don't get her pissed. You will not like it Sgt;Lt; She also despises shape-shifters, because a group of them killed her family. - Quote: Name: Lyric Bone hart Age: 17 Species: Fairy Origin: Treetops of Billowing Willows Hobbies: Running around, music, hiding in trees Talents: Hiding Special Powers: Flying, blending in, speed, she can make herself small(chili). Lyric has one power that she really doesn't know what it is yet Family: Tiger lily Bone hart, Todd Bone hart, Music Bone hart Job: None, just goes to the magic academy Home: Lives with her family in the largest tree of Willing Willows Quote: Username: Backlash Name: Little Yin Age: N/A Species: Pixie Origin: The small village of Little Rock Hobbies: Cooking, Cleaning, causing mischief, stealing very shiny objects but always giving them back when asked. Talents: pickpocketing people, singing, sneaking into places. Special Powers: Empathy, healing others, and other people always seem to like her even though she causes trouble. Family: No one close by. Job: Just odd jobs around the shops in town. Home: A small dollhouse in her shop. Appearance: Here Extra: She is only four inches tall Quote: Name: Shadow Azure rite Age: 500 Species: Undead Origin: Originally the Even Woods Hobbies: Drawing, Training, Dancing around Talents: Elite Swordsman Special Powers: A Blade capable of morphing into many different shapes, mostly used as a broadsword Family: Dead, but were rulers of the Even Woods Job: Mercenary, usually wears a mask to disguise his skull like face with peeling flesh Home: None, is a traveler Appearance: Tall, Wears dark clothing, has a Mask of a skull on his face, has a broadsword on his back and always eventually comes back to him. Wears armored boots and gauntlets. Extra: Never make him very unhappy. He is not fond of lairs either and can sense lies. Amy was on her favorite tree, gazing out at her birthplace while Blaze droned on about how she should be more responsible about "accidentally" shooting mean elf boys in the butt. It really wasn't her fault, since they were the ones calling her names. "I know, I know, whatever." she said with sarcasm. "Amy, please." Blaze pleaded. "Wait." She cut him off, as she sensed a rabbit below her, completely unaware of their presence. "Bet I can shoot it down faster than you can hunt it." Amy said with her infamous cocky smile. "You're on!" He flew right after he said the words. She took out her bow and aimed. Even though they always bickered, they had their fun. She shot the rabbit down with amazing accuracy before Blaze could snatch it. "I win!" She called down from the tree. Phoenix stroked Shale's neck, and she combed through the knots in his long black mane. The horse had gotten out of the stables and ended up wandering through the forest. Now there were large clumps of burrs in his normally smooth hair, and it was now Phoenix's job to get them out." Phoenix, Her majesty requests you to meet with her in the throne room." A page boy tapped the red head on her shoulder." Can it wait?" She questioned with annoyance. "I'm a little busy here."" She wants to see you right away...like now." He was looking meekly at the ground and waited for her answer." Fine then...finish with my horse." Name: Lyric BonehartAge: 17 Species: Fairy Origin: Treetops of Billowing Willows Hobbies: Running around, music, hiding in trees Talents: Hiding Special Powers: Flying, blending in, speed, she can make herself small(chili). Lyric has one power that she really doesn't know what it is yet Family: Tiger lily Bone hart, Todd Bone hart, Music BonehartJob: None, just goes to the magic academy Home: Lives with her family in the largest tree of Willing Willows Appearance:Extra: None Okay Anabelle...you're accepted! Lyric played rookie today and said she wasn't feeling well. Not wanting to go to school at all. Rolling out of bed she flew down out of the TRE and started to look for berries. Not just any kind. Strawberries. Her favorite. Humming to herself while walking to keep entertained. Mother nor father would come today. Finding her little sister Music running around with squirrels Lyric hid behind the tree. If Music saw her not at school and that she didn't want to go she would go find mother and father and tell on Lyric! Tip-toeing away from her little sister. Her name was called. "Lyric!" Her sister flew over and nearly bumped into her. "Aren't you supposed to be at school?" Lyric turned red. "Uh...err...hmm." She gave a pleading face to her younger sister. Music crossed her arms. "Fine. I won't tell mom or dad. Though, you have to play hide and seek with me." She bribed. Lyric nodded in surrender. Blaze grunted at his defeat, took the rabbit in his mouth and flew back up to the tree Amy rested on. When the rabbit was plopped into her hands, Amy took out the arrow, wiped it and put it back in her bundle of arrows. Blaze looked at her as if she ate a dead mouse. "Shouldn't you wash that?" Blaze asked, still looking at he with that face. "Reduce, reuse, recycle." Amy answered back with a little smile at her prize. She looked more closely at it. It had gray-brown fur stained with blood. It's scared black eyes didn't know what hit it. She almost felt sorry, yet, she was pretty hungry. She'd been looking for food for hours. "So how about we make a bonfire? I'm getting hungry." Amy rubbed her tummy. "ETH, Amy? You're crap at bonfires." Blaze said, with pink near his metallic cheeks. He was very immature for his age, and if he said or heard a curse word, he'd giggle. "True, let's go see if we can find a village or something." Amy hoped down from the branch they were on and walked down a random road. After some walking, they ended up in a nice little village with bustling elves, like herself. They weren't from her village, that's for sure. Her ears were freakishly huge compared to other races of elves. Let's see what village we're in now. Amy said to herself. She looked for some sort of sign. She found an old oak tree with some things scrawled on it. One thing she could comprehend though was the words, Welcome to Police, home of elves! It was another regular day for Kazan, he woke up, ate, got ready for classes, and headed towards his beloved academy, in which he was a professor at. He had been increasingly happy over the last couple of days - more students were choosing the path of magic. He happily strode down the small road from his house to the main road, clearing out rogue pebbles and petting animals on the way. Furthermore, he always arrived at the academy earlier than everyone else, so he could read. Kaleynlovedto read. He reached the main road, looked towards the gate of his city far to one end, and looked the other way to see the academy, big and tall, almost as big as the palace itself. As he stepped up to the academy of magic in Police, he deactivated his security wards and plainly stepped inside. "Good morning!" he said to the academy, almost as if switching it on for the day. He went to the classroom his first lesson was on at and dumped his books, except for one, which he started to read until the first student had arrived. "You called for me Auntie?" Phoenix asked as she walked into the throne room. Phoenix and her cousins were the only three creatures in existence that didn't have to refer to the queen as 'her majesty'." Yes I did. Phoenix, I need you to do a favor for me." The queen hopped off of her throne, which was much too high for her because she was only five feet tall. "I have heard from my guards at the border of the kingdom that there is a new elf at the edge of the kingdom. She isn't like us...her ears are a bigger, and she has a dragon with her. To be specific, she is from Wyvern."" I know of the place." Phoenix replied." Yes, well, I need you to go and keep an eye on her. Remember to shift...preferably into a bird or a squirrel. After all, no creature in the universe will be able to tell that you are actually an elf. Now go, because I want to welcome her into our community."--Phoenix travelled to the edge of the Police. She could see the blue haired elf from her perch in a tree. The warrior elf had decided on the body of a cat for spying. It seemed as though she was the quietest when she was in her feline persona. It was about half an hour when the first student arrived in Kazan's classroom, eager for learning. Until then Kazan had been reading and practicing his magic - mainly his transmutation skills. No wonder the student was frightened to see an ogre sitting there, reading a book on astrology. When he walked in, Kazan quickly returned to his regular form, seeing the frightened look on the students face." It's, okay, it is just me," he said, waving for the student to sit down. "Do you know when everyone else will get here?" Kazan asked the student. He shook his head. "Very well, we'll wait a bit longer for everyone else to get here shall we?" He sat down at his desk at the front of the classroom, reading until all the other students had arrived, so he could start class. Someone was missing, though. "Has anyone seen Phoenix today?"[[I hope it's okay, saying that you're late for class or something? Or you aren't attending today? :P]] (Yeah that works, but Phoenix is 24, so I think she should be a student teacher instead.) [[OK, but maybe the academy could be a kind-of university, too? Just an idea.]] [That is a possibility. Hamm...either way I'd still be late for classed] When Amy stepped onto the borderline, she felt a jolt of strangeness, as if she was being watched. She looked around, checking for any stalkers. She found a cat in the distance mewing and looking at her. Furthermore, she shook her head in disbelief. "There's no one here spying on me." Amy said aloud more than to herself. "Yes, Amelia?" Blaze dozed off into the distance until he heard him. Amy sighed at him using her full first name. "How many times have I told you to say Amy? I much like it better when it's like that. It doesn't sound formal." Amy said in her calmest voice, trying not to lose her temper. "Right, sorry." Blaze said in defeat of trying to use her formal name. They walked further in search of a fire of some sort. She saw some children learning archery and trying, but failing, to hit a haystack with a target painted on it. She decided to teach them a lesson or two about archery, so she hooked her blue-green arrow onto the string of her bow, and aimed at the target, which was a couple of feet away from her and, from where Amy was standing, at a side angle. Furthermore, she didn't need to pull back hard enough to get it at good speed, yet the arrow shot like a missile through the air. Luckily, no one was killed from the arrow, and it shot to the target and straight at the bull's eye. Everyone who was watching in amazement sucked air and remembered to breathe out when the arrow hit the target. The elf kids were too amazed at it as well. "Who shot that, sir?" A title elf child with short red brick hair and moss-green eyes asked his teacher. "Umm, I'm not sure, I think it's-" The teacher was cut off when Amy approached, ever so radiant as the sun bounced on her blue hair. She stepped towards the target, plucked the arrow from it and went back a few steps. "Anyone know where I can find a bonfire?" She asked the teacher, who had tiny glasses, tiny ears, brown hair and dark eyes. He was kind of cute, Amy clarified as she checked him out. "ETH, over there, I think. MMM, was it you that did the HHH, the-" The teacher answered and stuttered at Amy. Before he could start babbling on with "uhh's" and "umm's", Amy quickly said "It's Amy, my name is Amy, and thanks for telling me." She started towards to where the cute teacher was pointing to, Blaze close behind. To make a final performance, Blaze decided to make the lettering Long Live Wyvern! In fire, which made the kids cheer. When he couldn't see Amy anymore, she quickly flew to her using telepathic search mode. Phoenix watched the other elf with amusement and rolled her eyes. She was OBVIOUSLY showing off for the teacher. Phoenix recognized him from the academy but since she hadn't been in junior school for a long time she could not remember his name. She loved the fact that no one could tell who she truly was. Phoenix, as a feline, could sneak through the world in silence. Sometimes it was refreshing. The elfin cat looked up at the sun and mouthed a silent swear." I'm late for class!" Amy walked due north, Blaze flying close behind. She thought she heard a cat mew behind her. The same one, probably that was near her when she first stepped in. Yet, whenever she heard the mew, she felt like she was being watched. She shook her head again in disbelief. No one is there, Amy! She yelled in her head and walked to the giant bonfire in the middle of the square. "Can I share the fire with you guys?" Amy asked at the elves burning things in the fire. They weren't a very happy bunch, she could tell. They looked like they were in a gang. Not a very nice one at that. "What the Hell are you doing here, outsider?" One green haired elf said, pushing her back a few feet. "You do not push me." Amy said, pushing the elf back. They had a frenzy of pushing, until Blaze grew ten times his size, looking like a full-grown dragon. The elf guys backed away as Blaze breathed fire on them. Amy didn't mean to start a fight, she just was pissed when people pushed her around and called her names. She didn't try to be a sissy and call Blaze for help every time. To prove this, she took out her bow and aim straight at the elf's chest. She'd try not to kill him, just bruise him to get the message. Phoenix's eyes widened as the Wyvern elf drew an arrow. She jumped from the tree and suddenly morphed into a large white tiger. An explosive roar emerged from her mouth. The gang of elves dropped their fists as Phoenix rushed between the two groups." Stop it, all of you!" Phoenix spoke clearly, still in tiger form. She may have been a well renowned warrior, probably the most well known of Police and the surrounding lands, but she didn't believe in unnecessary violence. She turned to the elves who were obviously from Police; they were wearing the kingdom's colors. "You, go back to the city!" Kazan had begun class a few minutes late because he was still waiting for a certain someone to come to class, who still wasn't there. Today he had decided to teach about the stars, their meaning and how it connected the earth to the skies. He had a deep insight about astrology but didn't bother going that deep today, since most of the students wouldn't know what he was talking about. Teaching was easy for Kazan, if a student was misbehaving or not listening in class, he would turn into something huge like an ogre and smack their table, scaring the wits out of them. Kazan laughed as he thought about doing that, and continued to teach, concerned with Phoenix's lack of attendance at his classes. The Police elves obeyed immediately. They recognized the authority in her voice." Young lady, what do you think you are doing?!" Phoenix exclaimed. Although this blue haired elf was wrong there was no need to escalate things to such a level. Amy, who still had her arrow drawn on her bow and Blaze still in his big, adult dragon form, she didn't flinch when a white tiger appeared between her and the elf boys. The elves quickly left when the tiger barked commands at them. Now it was just them two. The tiger seemed all too familiar to her, yet she's never seen it. Like a familiar stranger. "I'm Amy, I come from Wyvern. I just came her to cook some rabbit, but those elf boys didn't seem like they wanted to share and started fighting." Amy said, not losing control of her voice, since she had practice speaking in front of different races. Luckily, everything ended well afterward. Today seemed different, now there was a tiger involved. "We mean no harm. We were just getting our food cooked since our village was recently attacked by a hydra clan." Blaze spoke up, shrinking a bit. Amy stared at Blaze with confusion, not moving her bow position. "What? When did this happen?" She asked. "You really have to catch up on your news instead of hang around in trees." Blaze shook his head at her "Western dragons and hydras have been at war for centuries. A recent war in our village has occurred because our people have accidentally tread on hydra land. Many houses have burned down and many people fled. Our even masters have-" "You know, I don't appreciate you calling me "master", it sounds like I own you." Amy cut in. Blaze rolled his as and went on as if he didn't hear her. "Our elves have fled to safer ground. Since we are here, I may ask if we can stay here until this war is over." Blaze sounded all grown-up when he was in huge fighting mode. Once he shrunk, he became back to his tiny, giggly self. Amy lowered her bow to the ground, showing no harm to the tiger. "And who are you?" She asked the tiger. Phoenix listened with one ear. She wasn't too interested in a teenage elf's concerns. She didn't mean to be rude but had more important things to take care of. Only when this 'Amy' mentioned more elves did she perk up." I am Phoenix Ekkelvae and warrior elf of Police." The redhead morphed back into her beautiful elfin self and flashed a semi-friendly smile at Amy. "If you need a place to stay I can take it up with Faerie... I'm sorry....the Queen. Come with me." Phoenix then changed into a mare. "This may see a little much for you, but I have important things to take care of at the moment...my aunt needs political things done, and I have a class to get to. Hop on, or I will have to leave you and Police is very difficult to find if you aren't a native to Sierra." Amy hopped on the horse, well, elf. She was a bit unsteady about going on an elf's back, but her gut feeling was to get on Phoenix, get to the castle, get off and let Phoenix get to where she needs to go. Obviously, she didn't want to waste time on Amy so she did as she was told. Phoenix galloped as fast as she could, the wind rushing through her hair and Blaze flying and dodging heads like a silver bullet. The mare stopped in front of a gigantic beautiful castle. Warriors were standing at the sides o the entrance. She got off the mare and rubbed her nose, which she thought meant a handshake or something. "Thank you." She said as the mare took off and turning into her elf self. Phoenix gave her a slight wave and left her with a tall, muscular guard. She was late for a class and needed to go as fast as possible.-Phoenix burst into the classroom as the door squeaked with protest. How embarrassing! She thought." I'm sorry I'm late!" "And that is why-" Kazan was cut out in the middle of his sentence." I'm sorry I'm late!" cam a familiar voice from the doorway to the classroom." Glad you could make it, Phoenix," Kazan said, stroking his chin. "Please, take a seat," He said, gesturing to a chair at the front of the class. "Now, if you would please turn to page 6972 of your astrology book, we'll be moving on to the skies." Kaleyn hoped that Phoenix would feel guilty from always coming to class late or not at all, and by the looks of things she did. But, they were of similar ages, so he could understand. Phoenix smiled sheepishly and opened the text. Truth be told she knew this book inside and out and probably knew almost as much as Kazan. The red head was only taking this course for a fourth time for experience. But she enjoyed being a student, even if the teacher was less than ten years older than her. They were relatively good friends and got along fine. Today the class was studying about constellations dedicated to the deities. She had a strained relationship with all save for the queen of the gods, Lana. Ever since her mother and father had been used as sacrifices for the god of death, Cuautla, Phoenix had a hard time believing that all gods and goddesses were capable of love. Across room, a young elf timidly raised his hand." Excuse me sir," He whispered. "Could you explain how we can plot our way around the world with the stars?" Little Yin woke up in the morning, stretching her figure out. The doll house she had stayed in for the night was very comfortable compared to other places. Outside the windows she saw people walking about the town. Yin then remembered the doll house was in the window to a store. A small even child came up and looked into the windows of the house. Little Yin flew out the back, waving to the girl then flying around the store. All sorts of small accessories were laid out. With no shopkeeper in sight. Good, there would be no item being thrown at her. Her wings carried her over towards a clock. She could not read time, but she understood when she was late. Crossing her arms, she gasped. Little Yin was late for Sir Kazan's class. She liked to go. Her height made certain things harder for the other students and herself, but she manged. With as much speed as her plastic wrap like wings would carry her, the pixie started to fly. A trail or light purple dust followed her as she sped through the towns people. Some even swatting at her. When flying fast Little Yin did appear to be some sort of bug. Soon she made it to the university, flying to the professors room and in through one of the many open windows. She came in just as a boy asked a question. The pixie flew around for a good minute picking a seat, then finally landing on Phoenix's desk, sitting down crossing her legs and waving up at the girl. Phoenix waved down at the pixie absentmindedly. She was busy re-reading her preferred chapter. Although Kazan was teaching something completely different, Phoenix pretty well knew all there was to know about it. But she did sometimes enjoy participating in class discussions. Amy stared up again at the castle. Her eyes widened. Her village didn't have a queen nor king. Just a head elder that lived in a rotting old house. After 2 months, he would retire and a new elder would have to be chosen. PSOH, no one would choose me when I become 17 She thought to herself, since 17 was the age you can become an elder of Wyvern. Amy stopped her inner babble and climbed the millions of stairs to the entrance. "Merry meet." One of the guards posted said. He had a stern look on him, as if she didn't want to waste time guarding the queen. "Merry meet." Amy replied and stepped into the mouth of the castle. The inside was as magnificent as the outside. Chandeliers, marble and columns were the main parts of the inside. Statues of famous elves were around the edges and beautiful hedges welcomed her with their scents. Pretty soon enough, she saw the queen, in all her glory. Two other girls were near her. "Um, hello, err, My name is Amy and, err, I come from Wyvern. This is my dragon, err-" Amy went on with "errs" and "umm's" until Blaze cut her off. "I'm her guardian, Blaze." [Do any of you mind if the Queen is a free player?] [[Not me:P]] [Okay, well then she is free rein...anyone can control her] Phoenix continued reading her text book long after the class was over. It fascinated her, and he couldn't get enough of it. Eventually the red head turned from her book to look out the window; the sun was already half covered by the tall peaks of pine trees. Her aunt would want her home for dinner soon. Because Phoenix'x parents had been killed in the sacrifice, the queen had taken it upon herself to adopt her name as her own daughter. Therefore, Phoenix was expected for every dinner, birthday and holiday. She piled her belongings into her black satchel and dashed out of the building.-"Welcome to Sierra." The queen said to the young elf. "I hope you have found our land hospitable. Now tell me, why have you decided to come here?" "Apparently, there's a diatonic war in our village, so we seek to take refuge." Amy said. Then she felt fur brush against her bare shoulder. She realized she still had her rabbit to cook. "Also, we have to eat, I guess." Amy said. The queens mild a bright smile at her. It made Amy feel welcome to Sierra. She really liked her smile. She was pretty, with her perfect elf ears. It made Amy hate her oversized ears. Then they heard steps coming to the castle. Amy quickly turned around, but sensed who it was already before her hair even shown through the door. "Why, good evening, Phoenix." The queen smiled her smile again at the elf who Amy knew as a shape-shifting elf who got her here in the first place.((I'm fine with the queen being free rein, by the way ^-^)) "Hi auntie." Phoenix greeted with a quick bow. "I'm sorry that I'm late for dinner." She turned, a little surprised by the elf, who's name she could not remember, that was standing before the throne. "Oh hello."" Phoenix, this is Amy from Wyvern. You've met before though." The queen replied. "Don't worry, you aren't late for anything. In fact, Amy, would you like to join us for dinner?" Amy froze. Have dinner? With royalty? Already? "We would be delighted." Blaze said, bowing his head. Amy glared at him, then smiled at the queen. "Yes we would be." She finally said. "Excellent." The queen said. She stood up and strode down to the dining hall, to their right. Amy hesitantly followed, Blaze close behind. She looked at Phoenix and gave a little smile. She mouthed thanks and went on following. Phoenix had taken some time to change into 'appropriate' dinner clothing. She had also lent Amy a dress from her own personal wardrobe. The dress she had given her was a knee-length orange frock with aqua accents on the hem and neck line. Phoenix personally didn't like it; it conflicted with her red hair and fair skin, but she thought it would look beautiful with Amy's blue hair. Phoenix herself wore a black halter dress with an empire waist and a plunging neckline. Dinner consisted of duck, peacock eggs, wild rice, suckling pig and a wide array of different vegetables. Phoenix licked her lips as she walked up to the long oak table and seated herself beside her cousin. The two royal children had always been given the place next to the queen but at royal productions and the like, Phoenix was given her own throne so she would be represented as a princess. Amy was given a pretty dress by Phoenix. She really liked it, and it accented her ocean-blue hair. Amy was about to change, when she saw Blaze keeping close to her. "Can I please change alone?" Amy asked. "Whey? Oh! Right, right, right. Sorry. I'll just seat myself in the dining room." Blaze had metallic pink near his cheeks and flew out of the room. Amy sighed. Sometimes, he could be a little forgetful, but he was a great guardian when needed. She got dressed quickly, then got her rabbit out from her bag. Should she get it out and ask to cook it? No, that would be too informal. She'd ask Blaze to use his healing powers to revive the rabbit later. She rushed into the dining hall and feasted her eyes on the many meats. Furthermore, she hadn't had such a meal in...ever! Furthermore, she held herself back so she wouldn't attack the table and devour everything and sat down quietly next to where Blaze was sitting. Phoenix took one of the many forks from beside her plate and scooped food daintily into her mouth. She still didn't know exactly which one was proper to use for duck or which was meant for rice but as long as the food got into her mouth it was all good. Phoenix didn't mind the fact that Amy's dragon was sitting at the table, but she could tell that her aunt didn't quite understand. As an elf who considered her pets to be her family, she could relate to Amy's need for the dragon's presence. In fact, when Phoenix wanted to speak to her 'family' she would transform into their species and actually have conversations with them. She considered talking with Fergus to be more interesting than talking with Shale; the horse usually wanted to eat or to go running, but Fergus was a thinker and philosopher." So Amy, how many elves are in your village exactly?" Phoenix questioned. Despite the fact that she was third in line from the crown, she was the most concerned about the welfare of Police, other than the queen herself. After the class was over Little Yin found herself wondering the village. She flew to a few different places, doing nothing in particular. After a while she found herself around the big castle. The smell of food filled air. Making a few quick turns and dashing around others, the pixie found the main dining room. The Royals were sitting around it eating a huge feast. She Flew around the table, pixie dust spreading into the air. It would not do anything except look like. Little Yin landed on the table between Phoenix and a newer person. Looking up she waved before walking over to Phoenix's plate and stealing just one grain of rice. It was huge in her hands. Much like holding a small sub to regular sized people. Phoenix smirked at Little Yin's disrespect to the royal family. Of course, she was a pixie, and it was expected; they were wild creatures and had a certain way about them. Besides, they were terribly cute so it was hard to be mad at them." Hello Little Yin." Phoenix whispered. "How are you?" Little Yin ate the grain of rice in just a few bites. She looked back up at Phoenix and nodded. She could not talk to them. Her voice was far too low for any creature other than another pixie or some insects to hear. Looking up at the new girl, she started to fly up. Seeing the tiara on her brow (the pic?), Little Yin started to go for it. She did love her shiny things. Phoenix watched the pixie with amusement. It was all she could do not to shrink down to a pixie have a conversation with her. She had been to Little Yin's home before but only once or twice. Unfortunately her cousins were yammering on about something pointless and her aunt listened with feigned interest, but Phoenix knew she would get in trouble if she went off gallivanting into the air to have fun with a pixie. How irksome... I'm only twenty-four, I should have a chance to fool around for a bit. Phoenix thought. Her cousins should have been the responsible ones. After all, both were older than the red head. It was a while after class had finished, now, and Kazan had made his journey home and eaten. He wandered the streets near the walls of Police now. I wish I could go out there one day, and not just for a short excursion... Kaleyn thought as he wandered. He made wards to apply to this wall, defending the walls from attack by magic. He was proud at this neat little invention that he had made for his city. As he walked down the street it was getting dark, and he looked up to the sky. He thought for a while, and then returned home, nothing else would happen today... "Auntie, may I be excused?" Phoenix piped up. It had been about two hours since the meal had started and Phoenix was long finished." Of course, you may Phoenix. I'll be awhile. We are having a....riveting conversation." The queen smiled sweetly and waved for a maid to clear Phoenix's plate."Oh, I can get that." Phoenix offered. She enjoyed the kitchen atmosphere so she didn't mind it.-Once she had brought the dishware to the kitchen, Phoenix decided to go for a walk outside in the moonlight. It was a beautiful night, and she just needed to spend some time alone in her thoughts. Suddenly she heard a rusting in the bushes beneath the balcony where she was standing. The red head leaned over to get a closer look but couldn't see much in the dark light. While walking through a cemetery in the midnight air, Shadow realized a grave stood out from the rest. It had been his own, apparently no one cared about it though. They hated the prince for what he was, an eccentric man, and he showed great emotion towards everything. As Shadow stared at the grave, he spotted a bloody mess out in the distance, like someone had killed an animal there. In silence, he walked slowly over to the distant tree, avoiding hitting any graves on the way there. Walking through the cemetery gates, he noticed a slight breeze came in. He couldn't feel the cool wind anymore. As he walked closer to the tree he saw the little stain of blood on the grass. Quietly he mumbled "Someone is pretty good at shooting." Then slowly walked away, leaving no trace of his presence there. It was really dark, but he could see everything in the dark, he wasn't normal, to be clear he wasn't "alive". He kept walking silently, until he heard something off in the distance, or at least he thought he did, reared and took off sprinting towards the so-called "noise". He passed fields at an incredible speed, like everything was a blur. As he got closer he could hear voices, he slowed down to a quiet tip-toe and hid behind the bushes at a balcony, where a red-head beauty was standing admiring something. All of a sudden he hit a bush too much and made it expectantly rustle. In his mind he was yelling "Ahhh crap, I gave myself out." Phoenix changed only her eyes into those of a serpent. She knew that snakes could use infrared to see animals in the dark. She could see the outline of a man, hunched over and trying to hide." Come out, whoever you are." Phoenix ordered. "I don't have time to wait for you." Shadow sighed deeply, of course he wasn't the best at hiding. As Shadow emerged from the bushes his depiction of the red head became clear. She was wearing a black halter dress with an empire waist and a plunging neckline. Shadow thought to himself, "How Does she have all of those... oh I see, she's royalty." In his deep soft voice he asked with curiosity while bowing, "If you are what I think you are, then I suppose I shouldn't be too rude to you, Your Majesty. Might I inquire the name of who resides in this castle, who is standing before me?" Oh, please. Phoenix thought. She didn't want anyone to think she was royalty but indeed she was now a princess of Police. How cliché." I am Phoenix Et aliae, daughter of the queen of Police. This castle is the home of the royal family." She sighed. "And who am I addressing?"" Who are you talking to Phoenix?" A familiar voice came from behind the red head, and she turned to see the smiling face of a man named Donovan Spread. They were relatively good friends, but Phoenix could think of no logical explanation for his being here." Uh...what are YOU doing here? It's late." Phoenix countered with her own question. As she waited for his reply she took the time to survey his finely sculpted features. His eyes were a piercing green and every time a smile entered them, Phoenix melted a little bit on the inside. She had a bit of a crush on him but as far as she knew, the feeling wasn't mutual." I just finished shoeing the horses...her majesty wanted them all done by tonight so I had to stay late."" I see." Phoenix replied." Which takes us back to my question...who are you talking to?" Shadow smiled under his mask, "Should I take off my own identity for them?" He thought to himself and finally decided to say something. "I'm Shadow Azure rite, I have only come here for something that pulls megacity this place. Now, madam, I don't believe we have gotten on the right foot. I have been roaming for the last "few" years, and I have yet to find shelter from this curious weather." Shadow was starting to feel a little bit giddy, he had finally found royalty, even more so, the present royalty. He felt so ancient towards the two young elves. "I shouldn't be alive right about now..." Shadow's voice whispered in his mind. He stood for a few minutes, dead still and silent, like a peaceful tree, but was grasping his blade that was concealed on his back. He didn't want to harm elves, but if they showed threat to his existence, he'd have to hold them back, seeing as they are his only "family". Phoenix could tell by the strangers' stance that he had a weapon concealed behind his back. Obviously he didn't realize that Phoenix was a well known warrior." Honestly Donovan... I don't know. He hasn't told me yet." Shadow's voice became sterner, a tiny bit of tenacity filled the crevices his voice held, "Madam, I believe I've told you just now, my name is Shadow." Shadow was being impatient now, he was starting to dislike this place already. "As for you Donovan, I request an audience with the Queen." The tiny slits in his mask held a hideous glare towards Phoenix now. She had probably ignored his statement of who he was. "Please forgive my rudeness, sir Azure ite." Phoenix replied, a blush creeping into her face. "That was very...unpolitical of me. I must have been distracted by something." Phoenix peered over at Donovan with her blue saucer eyes." And I can't get you an audience with the Queen. Phoenix can though. Now I really must be going." Donovan waved at Phoenix and bowed slightly to Shadow and trotted quickly away from the couple." Once again, please forgive me for my mistake." Phoenix apologized for a second time, obviously feeling quite bad for missing that important detail. Shadow stared at Phoenix for a second. "Ah yes, Youngkin, how attention deficit." Shadow thought to himself and smiled. "Then Phoenix, would you be so kind as to show me to the Queen?" Shadow's tone of voice seemed a bit less annoyed, he never could hold a grudge. Shadow messed with his tattered clothing and something shiny underneath caught his attention, his royal necklace his father had given him. Shadow giggled under his breath, "Oh how I could go back to the good times." he thought. Then he said out loud an old lyric of an ancient song. He suddenly felt better, then he noticed that Phoenix looked a bit embarrassed by her distraction, so he gave her an item worth great value, a ring of times so old before she was born, it was decorated with inscriptions of an old song that had been his favorite, and he thought it would make her feel better. "Oh my goodness, thank you very much. This is very unnecessary of you." Phoenix replied, not meaning it at all. The ring was very beautiful and instead of slipping it over a finger, she laced the silver chain hanging around her neck through it. The red head gingerly replaced the chain around her neck again and absent-mindedly fingered the ring. "Now, in regard to the queen, I can take you to her right now, but I'm not sure if she'll be free to speak to you. Don't worry though...auntie is very nice." Phoenix motioned for Shadow to follow her up the stairs and into the castle. "Why thank you dear." Shadow replied with great enthusiasm. He was very happy when he went inside, everything was so neatly cleaned. "Ahhh, just like it was when I was last here..." mumbled Shadow absent-mindedly. The rooms were gorgeous. Everything was very majestic. "You've been here before?" Phoenix questioned with curiosity. "There are few people in the realm who know was they castle of Police looks like on the inside. I think it is very beautiful...you're privileged to have seen it." Phoenix smiled and continued to the dining room where the walls were decorated with colorful tapestries and paintings. The Queen was still listening to her daughters' conversation." Auntie, I have someone here to needs to speak to you." Phoenix interrupted." And who would he be?"" Sir Shadow Azure rite." "Hello Madam." Shadow bowed while speaking these words. "I was wondering if I could take shelter here for a few days. I have grown weary of travel." The Queen looked over Shadow. She obviously didn't understand who or what he was, even though he talked of even race terms. The Queen replied with enthusiasm "Of course you can! Come join us, even though the majority of us are full, help yourself to some of our cuisines." Shadow looked at the table then at the Queen and replied hesitantly "I'm sorry M'lady, but I'm not hungry. If you could get someone to show me to a room, I'd be forever grateful." The Queen looked thoughtful and asked for a maid to show Shadow to his room. Once inside his temporary room he gasped loudly, and fell to his knees and sang his favorite song. He had been led to his old room within the castle. He had spent much of his childhood here. When he had turned 16 he decided to find a weapon to help him in need of everything, but when he did, he sacrificed his soul for it, losing all of what was him, skin and whatnot. He pulled off his mask and revealed his pearl white skull of a face. He looked inside a mirror and felt like he was about to cry. Everything was so clear like he had been there just yesterday. He looked around and saw everything in its place, his bed, his stand that was just to the right of the bed. His closet full of his belongings. He saw everything. He quickly decided to get washed immediately, and when he took off his tattered shirt, with an extra layer of clothing to keep people from seeing through it, his chest was the most horrific thing, bones were stained, it was like he was a skeleton, no organs, just bones. Furthermore, he washed himself, and afterward his body was pearl white, and after throwing his favorite clothing on from his childhood, he realized that he had never grown. "Ahhh, so many memories have seeped into my body that I must rest." He then took his mask and put it back on. His hair was now silky white, before it had been smoldered and black. His clothes were purely white. He rested his head on the windowsill and looked outside. "MMM, the same place my father taught me the star constellations." He pointed at each one with fluid movements, naming every single constellation there was. "Auntie, why are you allowing him to stay here?" Phoenix asked suspiciously. "I don't have a problem with him.at all...but don't you think it would be dangerous to allow a stranger to stay in our home?" Truthfully he made her a little nervous, considering the fact that he had been on the verge of attacking back on the patio."Oh, hush Phoenix." The queen responded. "I put him in the room that's farthest from my room and I have sent guards down there to keep everything in order. I have taken all necessary precautions in this."" But my room is in that wing." Phoenix answered. Unfortunately she was ignored by a retreating queen. Phoenix's room was quite large compared to some of the others. She had her own personal bath and a king-sized bed, as well as a stuffed walk in closet. It was full of clothes for special occasions that Phoenix had never had a chance to wear and never planned on wearing anyway. On the east wall of her chamber was a small door which entered into the library. That was the only accessible door to that room in the castle because Phoenix's room had been a former foyer to the library. The other door entered into the corridor but after an extensive bit of renovation, the stonemasons had built a wall behind it. There was a second, smaller library that was used by the rest of the royal family. Luckily for Phoenix no one had vague interest in reading those books; most of the books in Phoenix's library were in the ancient language of the elves and through extensive practice Phoenix was finally able to learn the language. The library had about five thousand books, and that was only on the lower level. There were about half that on the upper and it took up almost two acres. It was Phoenix's favorite place to 'waste' her time besides the stables. "Maybe I should break this dreaded silence." Shadow thought to himself in his room, and moved to the far corner where his piano stood for many years. Shadow gasped, The piano had been taken care of so nicely, like someone knew he would return. He then sat down and looked at the keyboard and sat there hoping that he remembered the lullaby his parents had taught him. He reached his fingers out onto the keys and suddenly his fingers began to dance on the keys, sending musical radiance out across the castle. "Just like the old times..." Shadow thought while playing on the piano. He then began to feel weakened by sadness but kept playing. He did not notice, but he had lullabied the guards to sleep long after he started. In the pale moonlight, Shadow's appearance, his "skin" to be exact, started to appear. It was a part of the whole, give your soul away for a weapon deal. It would pass when day came. Phoenix's pointed ears picked up a sweet melody coming from down the hall. She had been reading a book of ancient elfin myths but once she heard the music she put the book down. She recognized it as the piano in what was now the guest room. The red head had attempted teaching herself to play that instrument, but her fingers were much too short to play well. Her real musical talent was for the lute and the flute. On the shelf above her bed was her favorite silver flute. Across the room on its special mahogany stand was her lute. She desperately wanted to join in with the playing, and had the skill to do so, but she felt that if she started a duet she would ruin the simple beauty of the song. I wonder who is playing so beautifully. Phoenix thought. She transformed into a thin black cat and snuck out the door and managed to climb her way up to a wooden overhang about seven feet off the ground. It laced through the corridor and provided the perfect cover from anyone walking below her. Phoenix knew that the room where the music was coming from was where Shadow was staying. Not surprising...no one living here can play the piano. Above the door there was a small section of stone cut out of the wall so that the air could circulate in and out of the room. Phoenix was able to easily slip through that and into the chamber. The overhang only extended into the room for three feet, but Phoenix could still see the entire expanse of the room. A lone figure was sitting on the piano bench where Phoenix had often sat herself. Fine, thin fingers danced along the ivory keys, seeming to blend in with the color. The person playing the piano was a skeleton. "Hahaha, I loved this time of day, it was always the best time to practice." Thought Shadow in the dark but lightly lit room from the coming of a new day. As he was about hit a second note, he heard a noise above him in a shaft. "Come on in, the room is open." Said Shadow in his deep velvet voice. "I'm guessing that a cat like you deserves attention." Shadow took off his mask to reveal a skull that had looked like it had been polished. The cat mewed in somewhat of a horrified tone. "It's okay, it's an "effect" of something that I carry as a burden with me." He went on into fine detail about his journey when he was actually "Alive". The cat had the strangest look on its face. Shadow chuckled on, till he noticed the cats eyes, they were somehow strangely familiar. Shadow then said with a saddened tone "If only my parents were here with me... well actually, if onlyIhad been with my parents..." His mind wandered from the subject till he finally remembered about the red head. "Hamm, Phoenix seemed a bit disturbed from my encounter with her. Maybe I should go talk to her, to lighten up the hatred, you know? I really didn't mean to act that way towards her. I probably should've been a bit less paranoid about this stuff you know?" he said as he gazed into the Cat's eyes. "Now if only I could find her room..." Shadow mumbled on. Phoenix mewed and hissed quietly at him as he explained his twisted tale. She felt a little bad for assuming the worst of him, but it wasn't that surprising. An odd stranger who asks to see the queen and then asks if he could stay at the palace was right cause for surprise. As soon as she heard the skeleton man...probably undead...say that he wanted to find Phoenix's room, she scurried back through the vent. I can't let a strange being...who is not an elf...find out that I can transform. It was important to elves to share those types of things with creatures of their same species, which is why Phoenix told Amy about that secret, but Shadow couldn't know. And if he was to find her room and discover that she wasn't there he would probably go looking for her, at least in Phoenix's opinion. It seemed to the elf that he was smart enough to figure out what was going on. "Ahhh, apparently you do not enjoy my company." Shadow said as he left the room and passed the now curled up guards against the door. As he weaved through the many halls, he saw the many inscriptions on the wall that had been inscribed since the production of the castle. He then noticed the library at the end of the hall, he gazed at the door then walked towards it remembering all the books that he had read, memorizing every line in every book inside the library. He started in to find a figure in bed snoozing. Furthermore, he walked slowly inside and took a random book out. Furthermore, he stood there, staring at the cover that said Constellations of the World. He opened the book to find that it had been opened recently, he turned around towards the figure in deep sleep. "Can she be like what I was?" Thought Shadow. He set the book down and left the room in silence. The next morning came quickly, but Phoenix's sleep was plagued with nightmares. All through the night she had seen images of fire, death and screaming coming from Police castle. There was a dream interpretation book on the second floor of the library. Phoenix thought. She headed into the large room and pulled a book off the tall shelf. She cracked it open and flipped through the pages, trying to find a section that could tell her exactly what she was thinking. Just then Shadow stepped inside the large library looking for a good book to read. "Hamm maybe I can read some new piano notes." He thought when he suddenly saw Phoenix sitting down reading a book called Dream Interpretation sin the ancient even language. Shadow decided he should confront her about yesterday'sintriugingconversation with her. As he walked through the incredibly huge library Phoenix was reading a book, "I wonder what she's thinking..." he thought. [Please don't control my character. Even little head movements. Lol. Don't worry, no harm :) Darn it... I feel like a jerk. 0.o btw, are you friends with any of the other players?]" What are you doing here?" Phoenix whirled around to see Shadow's dark form. "The second door to the library is closed off...the only other way in here is through my bedroom." (Oh crap, sorry didn't know. :(would it be better if I changed it a tiny bit, and just have you reading the book?)(That better?)(No, I don't believe I am. :| Shall I continue?) Shadow stayed silent a minute or two and then spoke with his velvety voice, "Your bedroom is lovely madam, I must say that you and the others have taken quite good care of my home." He smirked underneath his mask and kept walking for a book. [LOL no don't worry about it. I've made the same mistake 100s of times.]" Your home? And what were you thinking by going in my bedroom? Are you some kind of nutter? I should call the guards..." Suddenly, the gears in Phoenix's brain began to turn, and she put the book of dream interpretations down. She had a special bookcase of her favorite books that was about six feet high and could hold around one hundred books. On the third shelf from the bottom was a thick brown text entitled 'Rasta Quills Police' which was the ancient elfin for 'Ancient History of Police". "Are you who I think you are?" Phoenix questioned. She knew that he was a skeleton man and this would fit in perfectly with her theory. There was a story in the book about a young prince who had chosen selfishness over life. She could not remember the prince's name or when he had been alive, but it made sense." What's your real name?" "My long cherished name, yes, I have forgotten it." He continued on, "I was the prince who'sselfishnessgot me into this mess." He took off his mask to reveal his pearly white skull. "My Father and Mother were rulers of this country long before you were born." He walked over to the bookcase, where the book calledReajsta Quills Pollincehad been lying. "I assume you've read the so-called legends?" He smirked at the thought then continued on. "I had traveled far and wide with my greedy self, I was young, and my mind wanted to roam free, roam the plains and seas" he gestured with his hands with fluid movements. "Now this is the toll I must pay for my recklessness." He gestured to his body, then continued on. "The price I thought would be bearable, but long afterward, had I realized before I set off, my parents were killed. Dead. I wish to be with them, to have lived a non-death-wish life." Walked forward towards a desk and sat down. He then finished his speech with a ringing tone of his favorite song through his imaginary lips that made a velvety noise that laced together so majestic that it had even surprised him. "Damnation!" Phoenix sputtered. "That means I am now fourth in line to the throne. I don't necessarily want to be queen, but I think I could run it better than cousins." The red head sighed and put the book back on the shelf. "What are you going to do?" Shadow chuckled "Nothing. I don't want to be king or whatever. You may go first." He smiled, he thought that it would be better to lie low, being a skeleton and all. "I might roam the world again. Or I might just take up residence in my home until I figure out a way to solve my mistake." He said, and motioned towards his body, which was now just white. He sighed, he had always wanted to be king, but something tells him that he shouldn't try to take the chance until he was more "normal".(I'll be back around one.) "No offense Shadow, but do you really think that my aunt will let you stay in the castle? She barely knows you and doesn't believe in legends. In fact, a few years ago I asked her about your story, I'm guessing she's your great granddaughter or something, but she told me it was nonsense." Phoenix muttered. Shadow felt an uprise in joy. "He-he, We'll just see about that." said Shadow. He took his mask on and left the library, leaving Phoenix, but just before he left the room, he said "Well, are you coming?" "I suppose so." Phoenix replied. "But I have to be out soon... I'm taking Shale, my horse, for a run, and he gets angry when I make him wait." Shadow grinned, "Of course." Shadow replied. Then walked out the door and went through an extension of halls he had been used to for his whole life. When he had finally gotten out to the main hall, he saw the Queen sitting at her throne. He went up to her and said, "Madam, would you be so kind as to tell me your last name?" The Queen was startled by his appearance out of nowhere.(Any of you can choose what her last name is, I'm just too lazy to make one up. I'm not sure what to call it either. ’D) "I am Area Reappear. Who are you to be asking me what my name is?" The queen's eyes narrowed to slits." Auntie, calm yourself." Phoenix whispered. Shadow took a step back and took off his mask, revealing his pearly white skull of a head. The Queen gasped loudly and clasped her hands around her mouth to keep from screaming, her face was in fright, and Shadow stood there, looking into her eyes, then spoke, "Who am I? How about you ask Phoenix?" He then proceeded to take out his royal necklace his father had given to him when he was born. The Queen gazed at Shadow with fear and wonder. "Could it really be... him..." Queen managed to say in a trembling voice. "I really don't know auntie." Phoenix whispered into the queen's ear. "He could just be some kind of nutter... I've heard of zombies or undead creatures who trick others into giving them their possessions and homes." She sighed." Let me ask him a few more questions." The queen replied. "Tel me now...what is your name?" The undead prince suddenly had a memory of his father telling him about himself, "Son, do not forget who you are. Prince Deviate Reappear, do not forget it." The skeletal prince looked straight into the Queen's eyes and said just two words, "Deviate Reappear." The Queen gazed at Deviate in wonder, her eyes full of questions of truth to see if he was truly the olden prince. The prince didn't wince at her gaze, but just stood there, still and silent, thinking if she would believe his words. "Why should I believe you?" The queen countered, her eyes shrinking more." Auntie, calm yourself." Phoenix suggested. The undead prince smiled and gazed into her now squinting eyes, "Because you want to believe me, I know you. All of your childhood and your time as queen, you've always wanted to see me when I became a blank spot in the history book. Your mother and father were nice people, I've met them. Your grandma was very nice, she had the same gaze that you hold in your eyes. I know you can't see the resemblance, but back when I was still alive, I had your eyes, your stare of wisdom when you were thinking. I'm not wanting to be undead, I don't enjoy it. Furthermore, I don't want to steal your home either. Furthermore, I just wish to take residence in my old room. Maybe be some entertainment sometimes with my music." He walked across the room to a wall and rubbed his hand against it, then said "I've missed this place, so much. Please..." He looked at the Queen once more, "If you give me a chance to find a way to change, this" gestures towards his body, "I would be eternally grateful. I just want to go back to the way things were before. Besides, I slay undead creatures with no feeling or emotions. They don't tell the truth like I do. I have a reason, which is to get back to life. This..." A shadow slipped into his fingers and turned into real broadsword that was huge, about the size of a 7-foot man that was healthy. The Queen wondered in amazement at the object in Deviate's hand. Deviate continued on with his speech, "Is what I thought I would love, but instead I've come to hate it, this weapon is like a reminder of what my worst mistake was. " The sword disintegrated in his hand and became his shadow. He walked back to his spot in front of the Queen and gazed into her eyes. "Do you now believe, or do you need to make trials for bypassing belief.?" Were Deviate's last words. "No... I-I believe you." The queen mumbled. "I DO know who you are. But leave me now! I need to be alone." Phoenix rushed out of the room as soon as her aunt ordered; she didn't want to make her angry today. Deviate grinned with a bony smile and said two words "Yes ma'am." and with that he left the hall to his room, where he then proceeded to play his piano again, then wondered who else could be in his home, but finally decided to not worry about it.

Faerie Tale Role Play|rating:2.0

DSI _ Unto the Breach (Melendrith & Relikai)

As you journey from the town of Margrave towards Fort Gallon, you think about the gravity of what has been going on in the kingdom of Vendor and what lies ahead of you. It is late afternoon, coming to dusk, as you recall what had transpired. Captain Baroque of the Margrave garrison had briefed you of the situation and what was expected of you. His deep voice had been laced with uncertainty that belied his great stature and heavy plate that he wore with ease." Ladies... I do not know why I address only ladies, but orders are orders (sigh)... as you probably have heard, Vendor is under attack, but you may not know the details. I am here to tell you what we know, and I expect you to keep it to yourselves, for the sake of the people. The attack came from a direction we had never expected. Fort Gallon overlooks the pass of Coach, that leads out west into the Shattered Plains, a wasteland long desolated except for occasional one or two brute beasts that might cross into Vendor, nothing the Fort could not deal with. Yet, inexplicably, about two weeks ago, the Fort fell to what we hear was some kind of coordinated attack by monstrous beasts. Survivor reports are conflicting, but we estimate at least well above twenty, perhaps even over fifty of them, took out our token force stationed at the Fort. Margrave is well protected with high walls, but the concern is more for the intervening lands. With the Fort unmanned, the way is open for these creatures to terrorize the countryside, and we have no doubt there are more of them incoming. Although I have sent many courageous men - and women - to protect those they can, soldiers and adventurers alike, still the villages continue to fall, and the people suffer. We intend to reclaim Fort Gallon to plug the gap, but troop movement from here to the Fort is uncertain, as a hamlet that might stand today could be gone tomorrow, and we are that much more vulnerable on open road to the brutish might of these beasts. There is also concern as to how intelligent the enemy - whoever it is - might be, and how much control he has over these beasts. You are elite, but you are only a few, yet a few may succeed where many might not, or might only do so at great cost. Here are some devices, that you may use to activate our failsafe in Fort Gallon." He had passed you what looked like onyx octagon cut gems of about 2" across, but they whirl inside and have a small cut which conceals a switch." With these you may venture into the cellars of Fort Gallon, where we stored mainly grain and wine but not weapons. In a hidden passage, you will find the means to reach a cave located beneath the surface of the north canyon wall, which will have sealed crates of black powder. Make sure they do not get wet, then set these devices. You have 5 minutes before they explode, and the collapse should trigger an avalanche to seal off the pass of Coach so we can cut off the influx of monsters. In meantime, we would appreciate all and any intelligence you can gather on these creatures and what is controlling them, but do not endanger the mission. Any questions?" Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of murmured voices and hooves from ahead, and you see a wagon - crammed full of civilians, women children and some men - coming towards on the road. There are only two armored men at the front, one half asleep, the other managing the two horses. The sober sight reminds you that you are now in the area terrorized by the creatures the Captain mentioned. You also recall some mention that though all of you have reasonable night vision (even humans), it is best not to travel on the roads late in this area.======Oocyte may ask questions of the captain in retrospect, or do something in the present, and/or decide what time to get off the road. Or of course, whatever else you think of. Since it is coming to dusk, you will also decide if you wish to make a detour to the nearby hamlet of Verdun to spend the night, or press on west along the King's Road hoping to make good time before either resting to pitch camp or pushing through the night. (are an adventuring party hardened by trials and strengthened by adversary. Three ladies who are part of an adventuring band who answered the call from the Kingdom of Vendor to respond to a threat, with fiends and other monstrosities rumored to be ravaging the countryside. First up, Layering Altered, a noble human Paladin who served to protect the weak, redeem the sinned, and vanquish the unrepentant. Dressed in a rich blue cloak signifying her noble roots, she wields her great sword with a skill few could keep up with in these parts. Her blonde hair tied into a flowing ponytail, her figure was accentuated by the sturdy armor which protected her throughout her adventuring days. Secondly, the high even Wizard hailing from the Arcane Tower, Lirue Greatness her name as she holds her staff, years of training accumulating into her joining the band to rid the land of its maladies. Her green outfit reflects her woodland heritage, the slit along her thigh both giving men an interesting view and allowing her shapely legs free movement. Last but not least, the resourceful Curia Nimble hand, a Rogue who did not live this long without being street smart around the slums of the city. Picked up by the wandering trope, she has since learned that a treasure chest might contain more than a year's worth of extortion. Lithe and quiet, the half-elf moved about like a shadow, her soft leather outfit not giving as much as a sound after years of seasoning." Captain Baroque." Lady Altered, or Serena as she insists her bandmates call her. "I would like to know if you have any idea what kind of enemies we will face, and around... How many. Would Fort Gallon be severely infested?"" We should leave for the village of Verdun after we're done here." Curia muttered. "The roads aren't safe, and who knows if the dangers on the way might catch up off guard." Questions for the Captain - What kind of enemies and any other dangers along the road other than the monsters. Also, are there any traps laid around the Fort which we should be aware of? Action - Leave for Verdun after getting questions answered and spend the night in the village. Baroque nodded to Serena's questions. "The Shattered Plains are home to large wild life such as giant lizards and dire wolves, as well as ogres, trolls and their ilk. After taking the Fort it seems most of the monsters went on their way in small bands, usually less than ten, but even relatively close to Margrave and far from the Fort we have heard reports of large groups, especially with the local pests like bugbears, orcs, frogs and such seeming to have joined them. They don't seem to have much agenda beyond inflicting needless suffering on our people, and..." he paused as if trying to recall something, perhaps her other question." Oh yes, the Fort. I don't think most of the monsters have taken up residence there, more likely to have sought out the countryside, but I fear there is a greater evil amidst all of this. There are reports of oddly intelligent monstrosities, that seemed to exhibit intelligence beyond their beastly nature." He takes a deep breath. "I would be lying if I said I think the Fort is deserted, for if I were the enemy commander, there I would be. The Fort commands an impressive view of the surrounding lands, and its walls are easily defensible by archers. Would the enemy have such troops? Is it infested? I doubt so, for I would not send anyone to a suicide mission, but the enemy commander, whatever it is, might lair in the Fort, perhaps near its upper floors in officer quarters and command tower. And that is well, because you don't need to get into its peak, just into its cellars. First floor, just the first floor, and down. Blow the pass up, then get out, don't risk yourselves needlessly." After they had left, Baroque sat down, clenched his fist quietly, and quaffed a draft of ale. He had paused, stopped short of saying what it seemed the monsters were trying to do. Based on all reports, they seek to breed, and had been defiling the women, literally a fate worse than death. But he couldn't bring himself to tell them, they would probably find out anyway, just not firsthand. They're capable experienced adventurers who can handle themselves, he assured himself, especially that Lady Altered.=====Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-02-28 04:00:53, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 8 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Random Enc for Reiki. 7- is an encounter. Result: 8, Total: 8Not long after the sun was lost to sight, its fading rays still illuminating the distant clouds but little else, Verdun would come into view, little more than a village of cottages, with a few slightly taller buildings in the middle of the town. Wagon tracks along the dirt trail running southeast out of the hamlet showed some had ventured to Margrave, and there were some huts unlit from within though it was just about dinner time. Pairs of militia men stood watch over the way into the town with nearby woods about, relieved to see you and providing direction to the inn. They both cast an appreciative smile at the sight of such well... endowed travelers, truly a sight for sore eyes. As you enter, all eyes fall upon you There are only about six peasants, but there are two tables of military soldiers, numbering 17 in all, who wave and greet you enthusiastically. After you settle at a table, one of them, a tall handsome looking men in good armor, walks over to introduce himself as Lt Hemsworth. He offers to buy your table a drink and asks your business, but he doesn't pry and doesn't sit at your table unless offered.IOC: Feel free to interact with them briefly or not at all. They are respectful, dutiful but also clearly men who have yet to see action this time round, though from their readiness they are aware and briefed the danger is real.========It is still dark when you are roused by sounds of cries of alarm from soldiers mustering in the inn room and about to investigate. It seems some cottages on the northwest side of the village are burning, not too far from where it meets the border close to the forest. A woman arrives in the inn from that quarter of the village, yelling about shadows flitting amidst the trees. Depending on the situation, you may decide to rush towards the burning area with the gathering soldiers, or perhaps the opposite way to the main southeast trail leading into the village, or perhaps remain in the inn. Or something else, perhaps?(Their questions answered, the trio nodded as they prepared. Given their potential enemies, the three would have to be at the top of their game... The three entered the village walking tall, nodding towards the men as they entered the settlement. They wore their outfits proudly, especially Serena who wasn't afraid to flaunt what her nobility has blessed her with. Lire the Elf was busy surveying the environment, similar with Curia, the scout always keeping an eye on things. As Lt. Hemsworth came over, the ladies opened another seat for him, the seasoned adventurers approving of having another face at dinner a pleasant one. Apart from the same questions they asked Captain Baroque, the three simply had dinner, some light drinks, and looked forward to a good rest. The fire caught the attention of the three as they ran out of the inn, the adventurers moving out quickly to assess the situation. The three would head out into the village to ensure that it was not a distraction, with Serena calling out to Hemsworth to lend her some men while the rest should head to the fire and evacuate the villagers!" Hemsworth... Hemsworth! There you are." Serena called. "Take your men and head towards the fire. Watch out for any creatures that might be hiding in the shadows. Keep the place well lit and watch out for your blind spots. We'll secure the town center, send your civilians there. Lend me three of your men if you can spare them. Curia, Lire, follow me!" Nodding, the other ladies drew their weapons, Leila with her staff, Curia with her dagger as Serena took her heavy great sword off her back. Not a day into their travels, and it seems like the enemy has come to say hello. Hemsworth put himself forward to be a capable combatant and a well-trained officer, but it would be clear in the relatively short exchange that he was not combat tested, and there was little he could add to Captain Baroque's assessment. A scion of a minor noble family, he might be a good catch for someone of modest background, but that was probably not what any of you had in mind.==============Hemsworth nodded at Serena's words, "Certainly, milady Altered. Three of you," He gestures to three of the more experienced looking men. "Go with them and do whatever you can for the safety of the people. Rest of you, follow me." He leads the rest of them towards the source of the fire. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-02-28 10:23:51, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 17 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Diplomacy SerinaResult: 17, Total: 17As you fan out from inn towards the village center, there seemed to be no disturbance in the core of the settlement, but the alert Curia notices sounds of fighting from the southeast of the village center. Rushing forward with your 3 additional guards, you find to your dismay three fearsome looking ogres with great axes, arriving just in time to see one of their wicked looking axes cleaving the poor man from his right shoulder, shearing through all the way to his lower thigh, and then out the other side, blood erupting in a spray over his form.(ogres grin as they notice the six of you emerging from amidst the press of building, but it is clear now that the fires might have been a diversion of sorts. Their powerful hulking builds show that one ogre is easily a match for two of you, and perhaps more than a match for two armed men."RRuuuaagh... fresh meat..." one of them snarl as they join the fray as one.IOC: For simplicity, two of the guardsmen will deal with one ogre (which will be a simplified contest), while the three of you and one guardsman will deal with the other two. Alternatively, you may choose to send three guardsmen against one ogre and take on two by yourself, which would assure eventual victory by the guardsmen, but you might have it tougher. If you have a guardsman with you, he will always act after all three of you have acted, and just before the ogres. We roll off units, with whoever winning going first. The ogres are currently 6 squares (i.e. 30') away from the Serena, and 9 squares (45') away from the furthest member of the party (I suppose Lire). Curia can be anywhere between as you please. Ogre Stats Each Ogre is treated as two regular enemies worth, thus benefits from +2 to all defenses and double HP. They also get two attacks each. OGR EAC 20 / FRW 20 15 18 / HP 32Speed 30*Great axe +9 vs AC, 4 DMG. This attack has extra +1 attack and damage on a charge.*Throwing Axe +9 vs AC, 3 DMG*Double Attack: The Ogre makes two attacks. He may only use this if he does not charge.'*Smash (1/Enc) Free action, when the Ogre hits with a melee attack against an unguarded enemy. He deals 2 extra damage and knocks the target prone. An ogre regains this ability when he has lost half his HP. Note that this is the general profile, some ogres may or may not have unexpected abilities. The ogres never target the Guardsman if the Heroines seem easier to get to.GUARDSMAN AC 18 / FRW 16 16 16 / HP 14*Sword +10 vs AC, 3 damage*Crossbow +10 vs AC, 2 damage Edit:INITSummary: At 2019-02-28 11:01:49, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d10 Result: 5 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d10Comment: Units 4- Ogres first 5+ Party first Result: 5, Total: 5You go first :) Edit 2: I forgot to mention, you can assume that two of the Ogres may be caught within a single 3x3 for the wizard's AOE :) You can take your first turn before deciding whether to have a guardsman with you or set three of them on one Ogre Serena, taking the lead, muttered a curse under her breath as she saw the creatures. While she grimly nodded at her assessment which proved to be right, three ogres seemed more than a match for their current party of six. However, it would take much more to chase them away, Serena raising her weapon towards the three in challenge as she ran forward, the guardsmen similarly following." You three! Go for that one. We'll handle this!" She called, ordering the last guardsman to assist his comrades against one of the beasts." I'll cover you!" Came the call from Lire, the even wizard immediately falling into the trance of spell casting as her staff glowed as she moved forward, confident that her allies would be ready to defend her after her first move." Take this!" As cold winds gather around the two ogres standing side by side! At 2019-02-28 18:35:24, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 10 (2019-02-28 18:35:19, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 14 (they did not seem to do much damage. Lire was still out of range for her signature attack as she stared at the two, when a crossbow bolt flew out towards them, smacking one squarely in the eye! At 2019-02-28 18:33:02, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 31 (this a critical hit?)" Yes!" Came the cry of Curia, who is now hastily reloading her crossbow. She's a good shot, and her skills are showing up to cover where Lire might be at a temporary disadvantage." These guys are tough..." Serena said as she dashed past Lire, placing herself between the two creatures." But are they tough enough?!" She roared, her sword crashing down towards one of them, while she holds her shield as a protective barrier against her enemies! At 2019-02-28 18:39:19, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 23 (- Serena moves up 30ft between the ogres. Lire casts Freezing Winds, both fail. Curia rolled a Nat20 vs one of the ogres. Serena will attack the wounded ogre. The three guards look at all of you with respect and go after the third one, their training kicking in as they move to flank it and hem it back. With these many foes, the ogre seems less aggressive, seeming to want to buy time for the two others to help it.(ogres' tough powerful builds shrug off the cold winds from Lire, but Curia's shot strikes a brute (Ogre A) in its eye, and it roars with rage and pain, clutching with one hand at it, before Serena closes in and slashes it while it is still reeling from the pain. The other ogre (Ogre B) narrows its eyes at how she positioned between them, then advanced recklessly, provoking an OA from Serena. The redoubtable lady swings and the blade draws a red weal across its hide (3dmg), even as a divine fires flare around it (2dmg for moving around tank). It snarls its defiance, but now they had her for she was flanked between them, as it lays into her with its great axe swinging, as did the injured ogre. Yet the light from her God protected her from their vicious swings, perhaps because it seemed less that they sought to kill her but to subdue her by concussing her and shearing off bits of her armor. The ogre with Curia's bolt in its eye roars its defiance and in a burst of rage swings twice more at Serena. As it puts its weight behind the swing, one of the blows breaks through Serena's sturdy stance and the impact seems powerful enough to knock her prone between them. Ogre A: 9 DMG (Smash, Surge used)Ogre B: 5 defenses AC 20 / FRW 20 15 18 / HP 32 Rolls Comments Summary: At 2019-02-28 19:12:12, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 11 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Serena Result: 11, Total: 11Summary: At 2019-02-28 19:13:06, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 4d20 Result: 18 (Result: Meredith rolled: 4d20Comment: Ogres bang Serena x4 with Flank+2Result: 7, 2, 7, 2, Total: 18Comment: 9atk+7roll+2unguarded = 18. They all miss! Lol Summary: At 2019-02-28 19:14:14, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 19 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Ogre surges for 2 more Result: 13, 6, Total: 19 Comments: In this game, Elites can take one extra Std Action (something like Action Surge) per battle. Solos (something like Legendarily) get two, but no more than once per turn, which may proc at HP thresholds instead. I usually do not front-load these, but rather use them to pace an Encounter that seems too easy lol. Note Ogre B cannot use his extra Std this round. I rolled 4 attack rolls, meaning Ogre BS turn ended, then Ogre A took his swings and missed. Since it is no longer B's turn, he cannot use his extra Std. In any case note the Ogre is using his Smash on Serena on his single high rollback+13roll+2unguarded = 24to deal 2 more DMG (6 in all) and knock her prone. Serina can use her Block to cut his attack by -4 turning it into a miss. I leave that up to you whether to proc it since the Ogres seem to have problems hitting lol, but who knows what next round might bring. In any case, if you decide it hits her, can describe her wardrobe malfunction if any and falling prone etc. She fell onto the ground, her face partially mattered with dirt as the last blow broke through her defenses. It was all she could to hold out against six attacks, but the wounded ogre seemed to have found a second wind, hammering home its last strike to snap the surrounding straps of her arm guards, the metal flying off a short distance away. She was slightly stunned, Serena trying to get her breath back. Serina: 2dmg (After misusing 4 Temp HP)"Damn!" She cursed, trying to get up as her allies saw the predicament she's in. Although she took quite a hit, it created an opening for her allies to step in!" You brute!" Lire called, her staff now glowing bright red as a fire blast shot towards the wounded ogre. They did not seem too agile, so she decided to exploit this opportunity to attack! The fire blast exploded above the wounded ogre, aggravating its wound as it enveloped it in flames. There was no time to celebrate, for Curia was already on the move, repositioning herself closer to Ogre A (20ft) as she took aim with her crossbow." Curses!" She cried, the fire blast a little too glaring as her bolt skipped off an armored portion of the ogre, her angle screwed as she flinched." I- I got this!" Serina panted slightly as she stood up again, her weapon held steady in her hands as she swung at the wounded ogre, aiming to take this down before they could down her! Serina (Knight)AC 21, Fort 20, Reflex 15, Will 18 | HP 14/16Lirue (Wizard)AC 19, Fort 15, Reflex 20, Will 18 / HP 16Curia (Rogue)AC 19, Fort 15, Reflex 20, Will 18 / HP 16Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2019-02-28 20:22:51, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 18 (fire blast vs R15 - HIT Ogre A takes 5 damage At 2019-02-28 20:27:49, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 18 (crossbow vs AC20 - Missal 2019-02-28 20:31:39, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 31 (sword vs AC20 - CRITICAL HIT Ogre A takes 4 damage Total damage camp; effects this round - 9 damage to Ogre A. If Serena is affected by a Hit the next round, she will trigger BLOCK as an interrupt. (ogre grunts with pain as the fire sears its flesh, its bulk unwieldy and finding it difficult to dodge, then gives a sharp yowl, almost like a scream of rage as Serena's great sword tears through its thigh, skewering sinew and flesh, leaving it visibly injured (Ogre A is bloodied, and it regains Smash)In its brutish rage it lashes back at Serena, the first powerful blow knocking the stuffing out of her sending bits of her armor flying as she falls to her knees (prone), but the second wild swing misses. Its compatriot gives a toothy grin as it strikes at the fallen knight trapped between them, hammering with its axe, but a blow was deflected by her sudden parrying counter (Block). Its eyes narrow again in determination and with bloodthirsty... no, it seemed lustful!?... roar, it swung down again into her prone form, smashing for good measure, and she is almost taken out by that strike, but then she rolls out away from another blow that would leave her unable to fight and is still keeping the brutes from her friends. Serina might find that as most of her defenses are shorn off, and she is reeling, that her skin is flushing warm and the ogres scent seem stronger, an overpowering scent coming from... was from it beneath their loincloths? Were those things... standing? But what was this heady swooning sensation, was she tingling from the rush and the pain, or in expectation of something else? Curia suddenly sees the ogre that just struck her friend looks at her, and she hears a calm, lucid almost soothing voice in her head. "Oh dear, your friend looks like she needs help, or I fear they will do the unspeakable to her... you don't want that, do you?" It might take her a while to realize the telepathic voice did indeed come from the creature, somehow...IOC: Feel free to describe Serena's wardrobe malfunction to more detail. At 2/16 HP, certainly all her womanly bits would be exposed and ripe for the taking. Since you're using touch Heal, you can treat it that everyone has a potion or potion injector of some sort, but fluffing it differently works too. Ogre A: 18 DMG (Smash, Surge used) - Bloodied Ogre B: 5 DMG (Surge used)Defenses AC 20 / FRW 20 15 18 / HP 32Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-02-28 20:40:39, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 23 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Ogre on SerinaResult: 16, 7, Total: 23Comment: one unlockable hit, that the bloodied Ogre smashes for 6 DMG, she's at 8/16Summary: At 2019-02-28 20:40:58, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 15 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Ogre on SerinaResult: 4, 11, Total: 15Comment: 1 hit that Serena Blocks Summary: At 2019-02-28 20:41:49, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 19 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Ogre surges on SerinaResult: 10, 9, Total: 19Comment: 10 hits due to flank, 9 misses, alas no KO. The Ogre Smashes her prone to the ground with 2 more damage, she is at 2/16 Curia panted, her eyes growing wide as she saw her friend fall between the ogres. Her face seemed to blush as Serena's clothing seemed to be shredded with each hit, the Knight almost at her limits. Serena herself seemed to be slowly losing her willpower, the Knight having taken a hit which blasted most of the metal off her body. Her well-endowed breasts hung freely without support, the noble immediately blushing as she tried to hide them from the monsters. Unfortunately, that cost her more as her belt snapped, her leggings bursting from the force of the second hit. Wearing such heavy armor, she had not bothered with much underwear as she rolled around, her pale skin now matted with dirt as she tried to catch her surroundings, only to end up facing the crotch of one of the ogres, her sword grasped weakly in her hand. She lay there, nearly naked except for her shoes as her clothes lay in a pile next to the ogres, her eyes fading slightly as she realized their intentions..." Stop it!" Lire screamed, her eyes glowing green as her staff grew bright. Empowering herself, the elf wizard focused within herself as she stared at the bloodied ogre, her chanting deeper, her focus complete, as she unleashed another fire blast at it! Curia shook away the thought, her eyes glaring at the creature. Grabbing her short sword, she ignored the distraction as the fire blast exploded next to the wounded ogre without getting near its ally, herfeinttriggering in an attempt to land a quick killing blow as her short sword pierced deep into its thick hide. The weapon struck true, the ogre finally falling as they managed to inflict just enough to take it down, but now there remains one... Serina panted as she stood, the cold air brushing against her privates as she steadied her sword. She smiled as one of the ogres fell as she swung only for her sword to overswin. Her eyes grew wide as she took note of their weapons, the strong smell from their loins, and the throbbing of her heartbeat as her nipples stiffened in the air, her legs quivering at the thought of these monsters, their size, and her own helpless self as she looked at Curia, a sad smile forming on her lips... Spoiler: Click to Show/Sideline uses EMPOWER At 2019-02-28 21:25:48, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 30 (Sword is wrong, supposed to be Fire blast.) Lirue's fire blast vs R15 - HIT (+2 ATK from Empower)Ogre A takes 7 damage (Slayer damage doubled from Empower)Curia uses Feint against Ogre AAT 2019-02-28 21:31:14, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 28 (Short sword vs AC20 - HIT (+2 ATK from Feint)Ogre A takes 7 damage (Damage +2 from Feint)Ogre A 32/32 Dead. Serina stands up. At 2019-02-28 21:35:11, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 12 (Great sword vs AC20 - Nat Miss (bloodied ogre takes the fiery bolt in its shoulder, the empowered spell ripping through its form and bursting out its back, ere it crumples before the deep precise cut of Curia's short sword, a weak grunt as it scrabbles weakly in its dying breath. The other one furrows its brow slightly and focuses on Serena, smiling slightly at how she fumbled ineffectively, ripe for the taking. Then it swings, the flat of its axe glancing off Serena's head, and she crumples her body trembling from the impact as she falls to her knees then tumbles face first towards the ogre, her behind woefully exposed and offering Curia a clear view of her pussy from behind the corpse of the slain brute. Was that long glistening line down her thigh her excitement, or was it just sweat, or was it just a trick of moonlight? Curia wouldn't have much time to think about that as the ogre laughs culturally and grabs Serena, turning her around, so Curia could see her soiled face and hanging breasts covered in dirt. More though, she could see a huge monster shaft revealed by the loincloth, probably just under a foot thick and 2' long as it is positioned against the Serena's wet, if not dripping pussy. Then she was impaled upon it mercilessly, that huge girth spearing her before Curia's eyes, just 10' away from her. Though her wetness was likely more than she ever had in her lifetime, all it really did was spare her the agony of having her womanhood torn open and bleeding by that oversized member, but it may as well been. Her womb and abdomen distending grotesquely, practically able to see the length of the shaft moving under her belly button as her body shook at the force, her organs pressured and her lungs finding it difficult to breath. Even as she was horribly violated, somehow there was some... scent, fluid, cum maybe... but her insides felt at once inflamed and ecstatic. It was intense agony yet just as intense pleasure somehow, almost as if something was readjusting her mind to associate this with all she ever wanted in life. Would her will snap? The ogre grins at Curia, holding Serena's limp body as a slopping meat stick on its shaft, other hand still holding its axe as it lumbers next to her, its weight trampling the fallen ogre's torso into a bloody mush as it stands towering before her, almost letting Serena's face be right above Curia's forehead as she is slid up and down the ogre's shaft. And Curia again hears the telepathic voice in her mind as the ogre's eyes glow a deep violet hue. "Oh dear, looks like you are too late. Better not end up like her." (Fear)IOC: let me know if it is too graphic, I can cut back. Ogre : 5 damage (Smash, Surge used)Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-02-28 21:51:49, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 20 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Ogre on Serena. If he takes her out with first blow second attack is cancelled. Result: 20, Total: 20Comment: oh I meant to roll 2d20. But this works! Summary: At 2019-02-28 21:52:21, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 16 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Serena makes a DST Result: 16, Total: 16Comment: she passes her DST, means she does not enjoy it... how she feels I leave to you. Summary: At 2019-02-28 21:56:18, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 2 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Fear on Curia Result: 2, Total: 2Comment: misses Curia. If it hits it does no damage, she simply flees for 30', provoking OAS and probably needing to double move to heal SerinaEdit: grammar and changed some "his" for ogre to "it" Serena the noble lady was no virgin. Instead, she had led a young life of many partners with her status, trying out more than a few boys until she was finally caught and disciplined. The knightly Serena hardly had time for such carnal pleasures, instead spilling much more blood of demons and monsters. She knew she was done for when the weapon glanced her head, the noble falling onto the ground with her knees supporting her raised hips. All the strength left her body as she felt herself moisten, the power of the monsters' scent too much for her to bear. She did not see the creature's shaft as it was revealed, sparing her the horror of knowing what was about to impale her. The feeling of the ogre's cock penetrating her was felt all too keenly however, as her eyes rolled up, her mouth hanging open in an attempt to gasp for air, of which she can only do weakly." Ah... burgh... ow... ah. Ah..." She moaned, her voice hardly able to come out as she felt the cock inside her punch with a steady rhythm, a hand moving to her belly feeling it warp slightly as the meat pushed against her skin. She could feel it grab her even as her insides were pushed upwards, each thrust causing her to cough as she felt herself spread even wider, her body's limitations surely serving as a good tool for the ogre's pleasure. Her eyes flapped open and close, her mind rejecting the bodily pleasures which came with this manner of sex. In front of her, she could see Curia, the half-elf rogue who gritted her teeth, a potion in hand. Nodding feebly, Serena felt her mouth being cupped, the liquid flowing into her as she forcefully gulped the contents down into her damaged body. Despite the slight pleasure her body was feeling, there was the need to escape the clutches of this foul beast, her mind strengthening as she noted her ally attempting to attack! The force of the short sword pierced the Ogre's stomach, Curia gasping as she fought against the fear, the fear of having her womanhood torn by this monster. Quickly, her feet quick stepped away from the creature, too quick for its axe as she moved a fair distance away. Lire fired off her fire blast, but in the confusion and her disgust at the creature, it could only glance off its hide harmlessly. Serina, invigorated by the potion, reached for her dagger tucked into her belt pouch as the ogre flinched slightly from Curia's attack. Her legs finding purchase on the huge meaty cock, the dagger drew a fine line across its manhood as she forcefully pushed herself out, her body finding relief as the magic repaired her insides, her senses coming together as she picked up her great sword with her other hand. This creature had its fun violating her, and now it's time for it to pay. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Curia switches to a Healer At 2019-03-01 00:06:10, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d3a4 Result: 7 (heals 7HP to Serena as a Swift Action.1/2 Heals left. At 2019-03-01 00:14:42, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20 Result: 18 (18, forgot to add +11 in the bot)Curia's Short sword vs AC20 - HIT Ogre B takes 3 damage At 2019-03-01 00:19:51, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20 Result: 16 (attempt to escape, flat d20 roll vs DC13 - PASS Successfully escaped Ogre B's clutches! At 2019-03-01 00:24:27, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 21 (Dagger vs AC20 - HIT Impale used! Ogre B takes 4 damage Ogre B is Immobilized 2019-03-01 00:26:01, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 10 (Fire blast vs R15 = Nat MISS Total Damage done = 7 damage to Ogre B. Ogre B immobilized by Impale. Serina escaped Ogre B's grasp. Curia uses Shifty to move 30 ft away. Lirue maintains 15ft of distance between her and the Ogre. (ogre growls as Curia revives its victim and stings it with her blade, barely noticing Lire's futile attempt. Serina managed to wiggle herself off its monster shaft and as the weal drew across its long shaft, it gave a loud shriek of pain, one hand clutching at its loins, the pain momentarily rooting it to the spot. The other hand swung wildly at Serena to punish her for the impudence, a powerful backhanded blow (4 DMG) showing her her place as it swatted at her, but fortunately it wasn't enough to take her out again. Ogre : 12 damage (Smash, Surge used)Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-03-01 00:37:55, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 19 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Ogre swings at SerinaResult: 13, 6, Total: 19 Serena stumbled, her sword missing its retaliatory strike as she tried to keep her senses. She knew that she could hardly take another hit, but a hand rested on her shoulder as Lire the wizard came to the front. Still behind Serena, the elf stared hard at the ogre, her staff glowing as she attempted to fire a blast at its face, the ball of fire catching it square. As the two ladies stood side by side, the wizard ready to take a hit for the team, the rogue came from the side, her short sword cutting into the ogre deeply as she appeared once again. Panting, she eyed the monster, her determination etched on her face. The next attempt could be their last at victory, as Serena breathed heavily, her body pleading not to be taken by the monster, yet her nakedness begging the ogre for ravishment. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2019-03-01 00:55:56, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 12 (Great sword vs AC20 - Missal 2019-03-01 01:02:00, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 15 (Fire blast vs R15 - HIT Ogre B takes 5 damage At 2019-03-01 01:04:38, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 27 (Short sword vs AC20 - HIT Ogre B takes 5 damage (ogre quivered and quo ok in sullen rage as fire bolt and short sword dug deep into its flesh. Its tough hide signed and oozing blood from many deep cuts, as it glares balefully at them as all three of them closed in, as if they were trying to trap it. The large brute quaked sullenly and suddenly stood to its height, swinging its axe in a great arc, catching all those within its reach (Burst2), the blow forceful enough to send its foes falling to their feet. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-03-01 01:23:40, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 3d20 Result: 35 (Result: Meredith rolled: 3d20Comment: Ogre AOE Burst2 Swing. In seq of C L S Result: 17, 12, 6, Total: 35 Comments: it hits Curia and Lire for 4 DMG and knocked prone, but misses Serena. Lire can activate her Shield and it will miss her. This attack takes no penalty from Serena's mark as she is included as a target. "Whoa!" The collective scream came as the wizard and rogue were hit by the burst. Serena barely managed to hold her own against the blow, but Lire was knocked away, the wizard cautiously taking a step away from the Brute as she raised her staff, calling to the gods for strength, as the fire blast exploded right at the creature's loins, catching it in a critical hit! Even as it stumbled, the ogre on its last legs, Curia charged, chasing the fear of its lustful, intimidating whispers as she struck deep into it. It was a fatal blow, but Serena, her groin aching terribly from the violent rape, rose once more, her sword catching the dying creature by its neck, completely decapitating it! Even as the monster fell, Serena stumbled to a knee, the exhausted Knight flushing at the thought of the beast having just violated her. Lire came to her companion's aid, supporting her as Curia did a quick look around the area, her weapons ready to meet any threat... Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2019-03-01 01:38:22, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 29 (Fire blast vs R15 - CRT HIT (Nat 20)Ogre B takes 6 damage (+1 for CRT)At 2019-03-01 01:41:44, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 29 (Short sword vs AC20 - HIT Ogre B takes 5 damage At 2019-03-01 01:43:29, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 31 (Great sword vs AC20 - CRT HIT (Nat 20)Ogre B takes 4 damage The remaining ogre is injured and almost bloodied, badly hemmed in by two guardsmen, the third is barely on his feet some distance backfiring with his crossbow. Seeing its last allay fall, the ogre backs away, with the two guards landing in a swing as it flees into the night, surging to get as far away as possible. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-03-01 02:03:21, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 3d20 Result: 26 (Result: Meredith rolled: 3d20Comment: Perception. C8 L3 S0Result: 14, 10, 2, Total: 26Curia would then see it. From the decapitated head of the ogre rises a faint dark purple mist, that is exceedingly hard to see in the night, but she manages. In fact the mist almost seems to be staring at her for a moment as she sees it, the recollection of the dry lucid voice in her head, that only she heard, springing to mind. If she quickly alerts her companions, Lire would just barely notice it before a wind blew, and it dissipates, or perhaps there was no wind. As for Serena, she would find her loins and legs still tingling, the foul juices of the ogre that is leaking out from her indistinguishable from her own, and indeed she still felt very aroused, needy and filthy like she never had been, and the rest of her body flushing. It would be hours before the feeling would fade. The three victorious guardsmen turn to approach you, sheepish and anxious at the sight of her in such a state, but they apparently did not notice her being raped.IOC: you can decide how they interact or if they simply walk off. The ogres have no treasure.=======Returning to the inn, you learn Lt Hemsworth and co successfully drove off raiding goblins and hobgoblins firing from the tree line. They fled easily as that cowardly race was wont to do. He seems aware of what happened at the south and offers his thanks to all of you for your service. Without your courage the ogres, having already slain two guardsmen, would probably have entered from the southeast to kill and abduct villagers. He lowers his gaze as he speaks to you all, his eyes not meeting yours as he clearly feels guilt about not being able to have been there to protect you. Unless he is engaged in conversation, he will shortly withdraw to leave you all to your quiet rest and perhaps discussion or contemplation. Next morning comes without further incident, and you may set off towards Jordyn towards Fort Gallon, heading back to the road and following it.IOC: everyone regains all HP. "What the..." Curia whispered as she swung her arm, catching Lire who caught an eye of the purple mists. Serena was too shaken to even notice, her lovely hips shaking slightly as monster cum and her own juices dripped slightly from her gaping entrance. It could have been the monster's influence, the noble lady feeling seething anger from the experience." Well done!" Lire called, nodding her approval at the guardsmen who managed to fend off the last ogre. They did their best, although it survived, but at least the village is safe. Wiping some sweat from her brow, the two companions nodded to each other, before they began to dress up their human knight, the three making it back to the inn." Carry no guilt Lieutenant." Serena said as she clasped his shoulder. "It is no easy task to defend the village, and this is only your encounter. Learn from it, and you all shall become stalwart defenders of the kingdom." She said, nodding to each and every soldier they could see. With that, the party retires for the night, each one of them exhausted from their battle against the two ogres... You set out along the road and make good time in the light of the morning sun, the travails of the night before perhaps momentarily forgotten. Most of the day passes uneventfully, but as dusk nears, and you are on a brisk pace towards Jordyn, and the 20' wide road to either side of you has a reasonably thick tree line, Curia notices that there are dark lupine shapes moving amidst the cover to either side of it.(more careful look, there are wolves, to either side of the road, stalking from amidst the trees, waiting for an opportune time to pounce. 4 wolves to the south and 3 to the north. Most of the wolves are large specimens, but medium-sized, but one in the north that is deeper into the trees seems larger and stronger, perhaps the alpha. It is hanging back, closest to Lire and furthest from Serena. The beasts can easily outpace you (speed 8 i.e. 40'), and running away probably isn't likely on the cards. They don't seem fully aware you have noticed them, but you know it can't be an accident they are tailing you, and covering from both sides of the road isn't normal for a pack. If they see you attack they will likely spring.IOC: The wolves are all in cover (-2 attack) of plants, except against adjacent foes. Because the road is 20' wide and the party is at most spread over 20' as they travel, all the medium wolves are effectively within 20' of everyone. The 4 medium wolves to the south move in a straight line and 3 of them can be caught in a 3x3 AOE. The wolves to the north are spread out, and the alpha is furthest behind. If you simply stop moving or Serena moves behind to Lire, without some sort of ruse or pretense they might spring. "Wolves." Curia whispered, the Rogue noticing the shadows along the side. "Seven of them..."" Think we can take them?" Serena whispered back, casting a look at Lire as she slowly took out her great sword, her clothing repaired since yesterday as she eyed the bushes." I'll try." The wizard replied, her staff glowing slightly as she pointed towards the four wolves to the south, a cold gust of wind aiming to envelop three of them! There was just a short cry, as the women charged the wolves hit by the gust of wind, Lire following behind to stay as a group. Upon contact, the Knight and the Rogue both swung their weapons, aiming at the wolf which seemed to be hit, trying to take it down as soon as possible! Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2019-03-03 20:36:08, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 3d20a9 Result: 33 (casts Freezing Winds vs Fort - 11, 27, 15, 3 Damage if hit. At 2019-03-03 20:38:20, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 17 (Short sword vs AC - 17, 5 damage if Hit. At 2019-03-03 20:38:48, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 14 (Great sword vs AC - 14, 3 damage if Hit. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hideout: The wolves are the same level as the ogres, but not being Elite have 2 AC less. Unfortunately that means both Curia and Serena miss especially without benefit of flanking.WOL FAC 18 / FRW 16 18 13 / HP 8*Bite +9 vs AC, 3 DMG. If hit while unguarded, +7 vs Fort to knocks prone. ALPHA WOL FAC 18 / FRW 16 19 19 / HP XX*Bite +10 vs AC, 5 DMG, cries on 15-20. If hit while target unguarded, +9 vs Fort to knock prone*Rage (1/Enc) free action when biting. The Alpha gains +2 attack and +2 DMG. The Alpha regains this at half or less HP. Note: the Alpha may have unexpected ability. Using it may replace Ragas Lire cast her spell and ice exploded out over the three wolves, Curia would hear a soft laugh somewhere from behind, towards the direction of the back. Unfortunately for Lire, two of the wolves withstood the sleet none the worse for wear, but one whimpered as the hail clung to its trembling frame. Both Curia and Serena however failed to follow up, perhaps due to fear, but as Curia grazed the wolf - not enough to injure it - she could tell they were not that hardy, if she had struck it would have fallen. Regardless she and Serena were now in an unfavorable position, facing 4 wolves of which 3 were challenged by Serena, and to the north were 3 more well and able to close in on Lire...IOC: more to come in next post. (first wolves to spring to action were not those facing Curia and Serena, but those on the North. They close in on Lire from two sides, a sudden lunge catching a snag in her robes and tearing her to the ground amidst forceful bites. Seeing her crumple, the alpha wolf emerges from the trees, a large black furred brute with gleaming eyes that seemed to give off a violet hue. It closes in and snaps at Lire savagely, its jaws shredding what remnants she had (rage for +2 damage) in a whirl of viciousness. The only wolf not next to Serena moves around to encircle her, flanking with another to bring her down, their coordination seemed uncanny (because CRT...) as they rend at her form and drive her to her knees. With her maneuverability limited, the remaining two press in and take advantage of her fallen form, further eviscerating her armor. The stink of wolf bodies close by seems mixed with another scent, and indeed the beasts don't seem starving... for food, that is.IOC:Injured Wolf (next to Serena and Curia) : 3 dmgSerina : 10 / 16 Hire : 2 / 16 HP Curia : 16 / 16 Oppositions- Serena, Curia and Lire are all next to each other, with Lire most north- Lire is prone and is flanked by two wolves and alpha north of her. One of the wolves is next to Serena, one is next to Curia.- Curia has two wolves next to her, one injured (flanking Serena) and one fresh (flanking Lire)- Serena is prone and has five wolves next to her, one flanking Lire, four around her that attacked her. One of the four is injured and flanking her. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-03-03 21:27:57, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 39 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: 2 Wolves on Lire flank Result: 20, 19, Total: 39Note: too high to Shield! 7 summary: At 2019-03-03 21:28:48, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 23 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: 2 Wolves on Lire knocking prone Result: 18, 5, Total: 23Note: Lire is dragged prone by a wolf Summary: At 2019-03-03 21:29:56, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 14 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Alpha to tear at Lire +2 for prone Result: 14, Total: 14 Notes: Lire takes 5 DMG plus 2 for rage. Now at 2/16 HP Summary: At 2019-03-03 21:33:23, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 31 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Two Wolves on Serena with flank Result: 11, 20, Total: 31Full Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Two Wolves flanking Serena knock prone Result: 19, 2, Total: 21Note: free 4th wolf goes to encircle Serena and strikes with the flanker. They both hit with 1 CRT for 7 DMG, and drag her prone. Summary: At 2019-03-03 21:39:12, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 22 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Two Wolves on Serena +2 prone Result: 19, 3, Total: 22Note: now that she's prone the remaining two she marks goes in for the kill, and one more hits for 3 DMG. Serena is prone and at 10/16 HP. Lire gave a cry as her green robes were shredded by the claws of the wolves, her busty even bosom springing out of their confines as she fell onto her back. The elf could hardly cling onto her staff as her outfit was swept away, her pale flesh exposed as her leggings were dragged off as well. Only the thin strip of green which served as her underwear remained between her and the wolves, the elf thrashing wildly as they seemed content with their first wave of attacks, partly because she recognized the scent, and knew from the stories of other victims what lay between the haunches of these creatures... She gave a battle cry as she got up, swinging her staff at the nearest wolf, trying to strike it on its flanks. However, it bounced off weakly, the wizard unable to do much as she tried to protect her womanly bits with one arm, the other raising her staff trying to fend them off... On the other hand, both Serena and Curia managed to land hits, the rogue taking down the wounded wolf and Serena wounding another. Even with this minor victory, things doesn't seem to be going well for the three adventurers... Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2019-03-04 00:50:23, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 17 (Staff vs AC18 - Missal 2019-03-04 00:27:14, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 27 (Great sword vs AC18 - Hit Wolf takes 3 damage At 2019-03-04 00:27:08, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 30 (Short sword vs AC18 - Hit Injured Wolf takes 5 damage, killed. Actions -Lire Stands up, missed a wolf with her staffSerina Stands up, wounds a wolf. Curia kills the Injured Wolf. (wolf flanking Lire growled and tried to finish her off, but the attempt is clumsy and left of her robes, the slender wizard easily steers clear. She almost backs into another bite from behind her, but a searing radiance hampers the wolf's lunge, and it whimpers from the pain and also in frustration. Sensing the source was from Serena, the rest of the pack lay into her, maws snapping starting with the one flanking her. This time with one less foe to contend with, she holds her ground better, but one of the wolf pack tears off yet another bit of her armor. The alpha assesses the situation shrewdly, violet gaze flaring slightly. It makes as if to leave its position, but then suddenly delivers a sharp snap at Lire's form, teeth raking her fair flesh drawing red welts that seem giddily pleasurable and ripping off the remnants of what she had, exposing her and sending her tumbling as it grinned, anticipating what the next round had in store for the poor elf, and she would have an all too good view of the distending furred shaft from her view of the alpha.IOC:5 wolves plus 1 alpha left Injured Wolf A (next to Serena and Curia) : 3 dogeared Wolf B (next to Lire and Serena) : 2 doglike : 0 / 16 HP Josefina : 7 / 16 HP Curia : 16 / 16 HP- Lire acted first the previous round and will be "unconscious" for her turn before being healed- Serena has 4 wolves around her, including both the injured wolf A and seared wolf B flanking Lire on one side-Curia, if she hasn't repositioned, has the injured wolf A and another wolf (flanking Lire with B) next to her-all the heroines are still next to each other Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-03-04 01:07:59, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 7 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Wolf flank on Lire 2nd roll for prone if hits Result: 6, 1, Total: 7Summary: At 2019-03-04 01:08:21, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 29 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: 2nd Wolf flanks on Lire 2nd roll for prone if hits Result: 10, 19, Total: 29 Notes: Wolf takes 2dmg disobeying Serena's mark, causing it to miss after -3 penalties. Lire doesn't need to use Shield======Summary: At 2019-03-04 01:11:06, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 15 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Wolf on Serena 2nd roll to prone if hit Result: 8, 7, Total: 15Summary: At 2019-03-04 01:11:21, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 34 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Wolf on Serena 2nd roll to prone if hit Result: 16, 18, Total: 34Note: Serena is hit for 3 DMG. She isn't prone as previous wolf flanked with the one attacking Lire, this one has no flank Summary: At 2019-03-04 01:25:00, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 8 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Last Wolf on SerinaResult: 8, Total: 8Note: last wolf misses SerinaSummary: At 2019-03-04 01:25:40, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 20 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Alpha to take out LirueResult: 20, Total: 20Note: Alpha cries Lire for 6 damage, and takes her out. Since Lire acted before Curia and Serena, she will miss her turn before either can heal her. Lire fell hard, her body sprawled as she lay on her back, her thighs spread as an offering to the creatures' lust. The elf's eyes turned slightly blank, as if she was preparing herself for what's about to come. Serina yelps as her belt fell away, her shapely legs exposed as she swiped at the less wounded wolf than the other, impaling it with her weapon as it finally went down! Curia herself sensing the danger, reached out to Serena to grant her partner a stronger fighting chance, healing her for a bit before taking up her weapon, missing a strike as her wounded target managed to bounce away! Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2019-03-05 01:04:03, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 31 (Great sword vs AC18 - CRT HIT with Impale Seared Wolf B damaged for total of 6 damage Seared Wolf Killed. At 2019-03-05 01:04:07, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 17 (Short sword vs AC18 - Missal 2019-03-05 01:15:52, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d3a4 Result: 6 (heals Serena for 6HP. (wolves next to Serena snarl in alarm as she impales their pack mate threatening Lire with great alacrity, the great sword piercing all the way through its body and out the other side. Vengefully they hurl themselves at her and one bite finds its mark (3 DMG), but after Curia's healing effort she is none the worse for wear. The alpha grins toothily as it eyes the fallen Lire, then pounces on her fair flesh greedily. Between its haunches distends a great black member, about 18" long and thick as a fist, its reddish tip pulsing against its black fur as it leans close to Lire. Hot acrid breath across as her breasts as its large black furred bulk moved upon her, pinning her to the ground and moving between her spread thighs as she is helpless. The vile bestial organ strains against her lithe lissome body, black against white, and with a snarl it pounds itself into her, splitting her apart upon its member as it howls with glee. Notwithstanding her wetness and the oddly intoxicating scent earlier, Lire would instead feel a great shock of agony as her insides felt like it was pierced and torn at the same time, the nightmarish sensation of being defiled jolting her awake in perhaps the worst imaginable way, skewered beneath that meat pole (nat20 on DST), but the horrific reality would return her to her senses to fight! The last wolf (wolf Z) next to Lire and the alpha eyes Curia, shifts slightly to flank with the injured wolf (wolf A) still fresh, and lunges at her. With the other wolf distracting her flank, Curia feels bite tear into her leather and rip off a chunk (3 DMG), then falls as the weight of the beast sends her falling prone.OOC4 wolves plus 1 alpha left Injured Wolf A (next to Serena and Curia) : 3 doglike : 5 / 16 HP - recovered due to nat20 Steering : 10 / 16 HP (Impale used)Curia : 13 / 16 HP (1 Heal used)- Lire is prone next to wolf Z and pinned beneath the alpha and all her attacks (except Quarterstaff) provoke OAS from them both. She needs a 13+ to escape the alpha (it is not as powerful as an ogre, but Lire isn't as strong as Serena)- Serena has 3 wolves around her, including the injured wolf A, plus the alpha riding Lire on one side-Curia is prone and has the injured wolf A and wolf Z (flanking her with wolf A) next to her-all the heroines are still next to each other Note Serena still has Block and Lire still has Shield, and if Curia uses her 2nd Heal she is less 2 DMG for rest of battle. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-03-05 01:43:32, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 3d20 Result: 27 (Result: Meredith rolled: 3d20Comment: 3 wolves on Serena. If down last one goes for LirueResult: 18, 5, 4, Total: 27Summary: At 2019-03-05 01:46:39, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 8 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Alpha goes for SerinaResult: 8, Total: 8Summary: At 2019-03-05 01:48:10, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 19 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Last Wolf on prone LirueResult: 19, Total: 19Edit: sorry misread that Lire was healed. The 19 is cancelled as the Alpha's 8 is used by a regular wolf to strike at Curia, but with flank it still goes in. Summary: At 2019-03-05 02:45:18, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 10 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Wolf Z to prone Curia Result: 10, Total: 10Note: Curia is dragged prone Summary: At 2019-03-05 02:34:23, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 20 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Lire DST caused by Alpha Result: 20, Total: 20Note: Lire regains herself!! :P"When a character rolls 20 on a DST, she may on her next turn regain consciousness, gain 5 HP, and take her turn as usual. In any case if she comes to, whether healed or simply through her own will, she will likely find herself grabbed and prone under the assailant, and must spend a move action to escape (roll d20 succeed on 10+, maybe modified further for large or especially tight gripping foes) and stand up in an adjacent square as part of the escape. She may also attack while prone if unable to escape (taking -2 attack rolls and possibly provoking an OA) or try to escape again (downgrading her standard to move)." Perhaps it was the shock of the Alpha's size penetrating her, or Lire's senses registering that it was neither a human nor an elf's penis entering her that had her jolt back to her senses. There was a loud groan as she felt the thickness bury itself within her, Lire's eyes rolling upwards for a moment as she gripped her staff, her other hand scrambling along the ground to attempt an escape! Crawling hard, she managed to pull herself away, the sensation of its long cock inside of her slowly slipping away as she scampered to her feet, the elf glaring at the wolves as she raised her staff, the elf calling upon her second wind toEMPOWERherself, a Mind Shroud being cast centered on Serena in order to catch the three wolves and the alpha in a single attack! The mental attack seemed to affect most of them, allowing Curia and Serena to both attack, killing one wolf each in the process! Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2019-03-06 21:40:33, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20 Result: 14 (escape vs DC13 - Escaped! At 2019-03-06 21:47:01, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 4d20a11 Result: 28 (Mind shroud vs W13 - 16,19,12,14 Three Hits one Miss.4 damage to three affected wolves, including Injured Wolf AAT 2019-03-06 21:49:57, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 28 (Great sword vs AC18 - HIT Injured Wolf A receives 3 damage Injured Wolf A killed. At 2019-03-06 21:51:13, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 27 (Short sword vs AC18 - HIT Another Injured Wolf receives 5 damage. Another Injured Wolf killed. Lire stands up next to the Alpha, provoking an OA as she casts Mind shroud. The great wolf snarls and snaps at her, the jaws about to lay her low once more (5 DMG if hits) but then Serena brings her great sword around batting the maw away. (Block)The psychic damage has painful effect on two of the lesser wolves, weakening them around Serena, as one then another falls to the duo, furred forms falling lifeless to the ground oozing blood from blade wounds. Serena's position now threatens the alpha also (alpha is marked when she ends her turn next to opponent)(remaining wolf (Z) that is not next to Serena shifts away from Curia to avoid her stabbing it, biting at Lire to take her down, but its snapping jaws fall short of the quick elf. The alpha shifts around Serena to flank, growling softly as searing radiance shrouds it (taking 2 damage), before coordinating strikes at the paladin with the other remaining wolf, but their attempts were ineffectual, perhaps disheartened by the decimation of the pack.(Note under Wizard"Role Switching: Note the Wizard deals 2 less ranged damage and 1 less Area damage when in Healer role"So the empowered Mind shroud, being an Area, deals 3 and not 4 damage, sorry for confusion. Thankfully none of the results change. I will PM you clearer sheet next time, my bad. The Mind shroud last roll of 14 would miss the Alpha, since it has high Will at 19, so its two hits two miss.)OOC2 wolves plus 1 alpha left Alpha (next to Serena and Lire) : 2 golf D (next to Serena) : 0 golf Z (next to Lire) : 0 doglike : 5 / 16 HP (Empower used)Serena : 10 / 16 HP (Impale, Block used)Curia : 13 / 16 HP (1 Heal used)- Lire is next to alpha and wolf Z, but wolf Z cant flank her yet until the next turn. Lire can shift away and cast a spell next turn without eating OAS.- Serena has wolf D plus the alpha flanking her-Curia has no wolf next to her (one died and Z shifted away)Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-03-06 22:06:40, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 11 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: OA LirueResult: 11, Total: 11 Notes: Alpha +10 vs AC on Lire is 21, but since the Alpha is next to her and deals 5 DMG to Lire on hit (which would cause her Mind shroud to fizzle before being cast), Serena Blocks the attack for -4. Summary: At 2019-03-06 22:29:49, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 8 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Wolf Z on LirueResult: 8, Total: 8Summary: At 2019-03-06 22:30:53, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 8 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Alpha then other Wolf on Serena both flank Result: 3, 5, Total: 8 "We're almost there, hang on!" Serena cried as she spun towards the two wolves flanking her. Her great sword trembled slightly, but the sight of Lire standing sent a wave of relief through her as she swiped at the smaller wolf, trying to weaken it. That swing would miss, however, but it was an opening Curia exploited by stabbing into the wolf with her short sword!" Oh heavens, grant me strength!" Lire chanted, her staff glowing as she took a step back away from the wolves, cold winds gathering to snap at the creatures attacking her! Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2019-03-12 03:21:10, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 23 (Short sword vs Wolf Wolf D takes 5 damage At 2019-03-12 03:22:17, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 16 (Great sword vs AC18 - Missal 2019-03-12 03:25:16, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 2d20a9 Result: 39 (Freezing Winds vs 18F - 23, 25 (Two Hits)Alpha and Wolf Z takes 3 damage. The alpha stares at the two remaining members of his pack, and there is a howl of anguish. Only Curia would notice the purple glow seems to leave the eyes of the beast. It gives a lower snarl, still facing Serena, and then the wolf nearest to Lire, the least injured wolf (i.e. Wolf Z), simply leaves and bolts off into the forest, away from the rest. The Alpha seems preparing something as it glares at Serena threatening it, and then moves, searing light surrounding it as it also provokes an OA from Serena. Whether she strikes it or not, without Impale she would not be able to stop it. At the same time, the most heavily injured wolf (wolf D) moves, yelping as searing light bursts around it, but since Serena's OA was done, it managed to retreat at full speed into the woods, and far away. The alpha seemed to have readied the move action to go off on its pack member's turn, thus was not able to distance as far as the other two. Whether the three heroines intended to kill it before it would leave the next round, would be up to them, but it was pretty clear that the beast no longer had the will to fight or seed them. In normal circumstances, the party might well leave the retreating beast alone, but Lire had suffered grievously upon its shaft so she might not let it go so easily. That is assuming none of her party members mentioned anything else they observed.===============The rest of the journey towards Jordyn was uneventful, and it would only be an hour or so more when they arrive at the hamlet. What had once been a sleepy looking village with a stop-over tavern was now surrounded by stakes that formed sharpened palisades all about the perimeter of the town, and a heavy guard stood watch at the entrance they entered by, casting an anxious look to the three of them." Greetings, my ladies. I hope your travels have been well." It was the polite thing for the guard to say, regardless of the state of anyone's dress. "These lands are not safe, so you may find shelter here at the Honey Bead inn of Jordyn for the night. However, I should tell you that you are headed the wrong way. West of this hamlet lies more dangers, and my superiors tell me that most of the villages that way have been evacuated or fallen to foul creatures. You would do well to head back towards Margrave."==============Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Sorry for the delay to post, had a very rough and busy week.IOC: Feel free to make your attack rolls against the Alpha if you intend to kill it. The Alpha has a total of 25 HP, and has taken 4 damage from two searing radiance, as well as the OA Serena might have struck it with when it created an opening for Wolf D to escape. Generally speaking, the alpha will probably be killed by the party in within the next three rounds. After two rounds it outpaces the party and no melee attacks can be made against it, and it will have cover all the way. On the third round it escapes. Summary: At 2019-03-12 23:27:32, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 14 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Reiki state of Jordyn. Higher the better Result: 14, Total: 14 The women panted, Serena helping Lire up as Curia kept her weapons at the ready. They had the choice to pursue but..." It's not worth it. We need to regroup, get some rest." Serena said. Lire placed a hand near her abdomen, her pussy still aching from the initial thrust. She glared at the wolves as they ran, but nodded." The Honey Bread Inn? That sounds good." Curia quipped, the rogue nodding her enthusiasm. Nothing better than some bread and honey ale after a hard fight for the young half-elf!" I thank you." Serena, the party face, replied with a nod. "However, that is our duty, to rid the land of the darkness. West is where we are headed, and this village shall be our last place of sanctuary before things get... really tough. I thank you for your hospitality." The guard would not deny them entry but looked at them with concern. Still, they looked capable enough, he thought, as he replied, "If that is your decision, I hope you have a better plan than simply fighting the monsters. We have held them back for a few weeks now, both here and in other hamlets since abandoned, and also in surrounding lands. For all the monsters we have slain and good men we have lost, we are not sure how thinned their numbers are, and there always seems to be more." The village was mostly empty within, many an unoccupied home still left standing. Sometimes in a home they passed by they would hear sounds of soft distraught weeping of female voice within, with the reason for the misery not too hard to imagine. The Honey Bread Inn of Jordyn was a well-kept two story establishment that was crowded with military personnel who well, kept to themselves. The inn staff seemed mostly a pair of relatively older men and women, although there was an empty-gazed, listless looking teen barmaid cum waitress with a noticeably bulging belly, who helped out also. The elderly innkeeper was about late 40s, slightly bent over with a curly gray beard, and would inform the three heroines that his children and their families had fled east back towards Margrave, as had most of the villagers. Those that remained had lost all, and / or simply felt no value in their own continued existence away from the place they called home for their lives, and were likely to stay to the bitter end, or at least until the military eventually decided to head back west. Even amidst the military personnel the trio would see many wounded. Morale was not exactly sterling, with dour faces all around. The main fare of the inn was its namesake honey bread, and though tasty it was not adequate, with most of the guests supplementing the fare with dried rations from military supplies. After dinner, an officer supervised getting supplies up onto two wagons, and informed the innkeeper to make their preparations also. The three of them would take in the man's appearance, 6' tall broad shouldered muscular man in polished plate that was rent by claws in a few areas, and he had on his back a notched great sword that had no scabbard, as well as a sheathed long sword by his side. He had very close-cropped hair barely an inch from his scalp, and had a sullen demeanor like his men. His eyes were constantly narrowed above his eye bags, showing his lack of sleep, and it all combined to give him an unfriendly look, as well as making his age difficult to guess, perhaps anywhere from early 20s to late 30s. He probably noticed the trio but didn't say anything nor inquire after them. If they asked around, or simply spoke to him, they would hear he was Lt Bernard. "So many... wounded..." Lire commented as they walked by the inn, the trio observing the scene before them. Indeed, it looked just as they were warned, a war befalling the region where beasts of unholy proportions has come to. The people suffered, the men fought and died, but the civilians paid the price for being mortal, mere humanoids against these monstrous beings... It was why they are here. The noble Serena, the adjudicative Lire, and the adventurous Curia. Three adventurers adding their selves for this fight against the dark forces, and although Serena and Lire had experienced some of the terrors of the enemy, they still stood with a resolve not many possessed within them. Food was good, the half-elf especially liking the combination of baked bread and honey. The rogue grew up stealing food such as these from unsuspecting merchants, and Curia seemed content to keep at her meal while her companions did the talking. Serina, being the noble lady, did as was expected of her as she approached Lt Bernard. A woman learned in the matters of the military and warfare, surely it would not hurt their chances to learn from the people of the frontline, what they were to face." Lt Bernard?" She asked, approaching the man. "Serena Altered, from Margrave. My companions and I have heeded the call, and are headed for the front. Is there... any way, which we can help the greater effort? Any place where you'd think is best for us to be at?" "Serena Altered, from Margrave. My companions and I have heeded the call, and are headed for the front. Is there... any way, which we can help the greater effort? Any place where you'd think is best for us to be at?" Lt Bernard barely looked at her, but he probably already had earlier when they first entered. If he recognized the significance of her noble family name, he gave no inkling of it in his initial demeanor, his furrowed brows focused on the task he had set for his men as he gave the initial response." Margrave is so close yet feels so far. But if you've made it this far, you already knew that." Satisfied the progress so far was good enough, his gaze turned away to fall upon Serena, and her two companions, though Lire and Curia were not close to Serena right now. "Advice, let's see. Coming with us to Margrave is your best course of action, but you probably didn't come all the way out here to do that. And how can you help, let's see. Kill more monsters, and don't get fucked up." He paused to let her take in the crude words, and added. "And I mean that literally." If he gave a damn about what a noble lady and paladin thought about he said, he sure did a good job of not showing it. Then he smiles suddenly, cynically. "By the way, I was joking... about the first part. You know, about killing more monsters. Something's not right, they keep coming and there's always more. Even back in my Fort Gallon sentry days as a private, I've never even seen this many of the brutes come within sight of the fort, what more through the pass and out here. Something's bringing them here, or driving them into our lands, and making them fuck things up. Whatever that something is, it has to be stopped." He stopped and looked at Serena, and fell silent. Something about his expression told her that unless she was going to tell him more about what the three of them were doing out here, this conversation was over. And if Serena were to tell him more, this spot right outside the inn was probably not a good place. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-04-06 11:13:13, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 11 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Lt Bernard's Synthesis Result: 7, 4, Total: 11Summary: At 2019-04-06 11:14:26, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 7 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Does Bernard know who Altered is +4Result: 7, Total: 7 Serena cupped her chin as she considered the words of Lt Bernard. Well, she had experienced what he described once, her body aching slightly at the thought of the ogre..." I can... brief you more on matters, our plans, but... not here. Somewhere more... private." The paladin replied, taking a sip of her drink as she observed the area before resting her gaze on the soldier, her legs crossed as she awaited his reply. Lt Bernard raised an eyebrow. "If you feel advice from someone like me might be of use, feel free to lead the way to where you feel safe... to talk." He cast his gaze to Lire and Curia, then back to Serena. "I am not one to mince words. If morale or anything else might be an issue, it can just be the two of us." "Very well." Serena said, turning to her companions as she gestured up towards her room. Both of them nodded, the noblewoman knowing that they would be more interested in the delicacies and rest provided in the inn than dealing with the serious stuff, which Serena was used to handling by herself. Serina would lead the soldier up to her room, the noble lady ensuring that all blinds were shut, door secure from any possible eavesdroppers. She wanted to learn all that's possible, and if it's something best heard away from others, it would be best to ensure that their privacy was kept. Lt Bernard followed after, and following some pleasantries with Serena where he felt sure he would not be judged, shared what he knew. The road west towards Fort Gallon was enemy territory, and travelling by road was likely to face considerable opposition, as the enemies were probably watching the road. Travelling off the beaten track was probably safer than the road, but the fastest and perhaps safest way was to take the river downstream, northwest towards the now abandoned hamlet of Version. He suggested beaching before reaching the hamlet, as it could well be inhabited by the enemy. From there, keeping to the forest and highlands and heading south would lead to the pass of Coach and Fort Gallon. He observed that in the field, usually one of the creatures seemed to be controlled by some entity, capable of manifesting dark bursts of energy, psychic attacks, telepathy, necrotic breath and other variances not typically associated with brutes. Despite its superior intelligence, including coordinating sometimes complex multipronged attacks, the entity seemed quite content to leave its host creature to its demise. Lt Bernard surmises the entity must therefore be incorporeal or otherwise remotely controlling its host, and suggests terms such as spiritual or demonic possession. Regardless, there was a fell intelligence coordinating the enemy movements, and they The other observable behavior was the gender of the creatures and their desire to mate. Generally the creatures killed males offhand, but seemed inclined to try and despoil females. The interest was more than just lust, it seemed a deliberate effort to seed them. When trying to press further towards the Fort, he and his men had liberated some female "survivors" from orcs and their ilk, in various stages of gestation. The least affected seemed to simply crave sex and being impregnated, but there were a few that were in the process of giving birth. He noticed while most birthed orcs or even ogres, there were some that spawned monsters with claw and fang, some of which ripped them open as they were birthing, and at least one such spawned specimen - resembling a wolf-like creature - seemed about to take off, but they managed to kill it before it could escape. It seems likely that was one of the ways the creatures replenished their numbers, but the gestation would have to be impossibly, unnaturally fast, for when he saw this, it was no more than 10 days or so since the Fort had fallen. He did not mention it, but it was understood Serena and her friends were all female because they had a better chance of surviving the foray towards the Fort, albeit perhaps facing a fate worse than death. When he heard about Serena's mission, his expression darkens. If the enemy was multiplying quickly in the lands of Vendor, then sealing the pass was a dangerous mission for naught. However, it is possible and probable that their numbers were further enforced by creatures entering through the pass. He also estimates that whatever the nature of the enemy commander, or commanders, they might also be occupying the Fort. Separate from sealing the pass, even just making it back, ascertaining their nature and providing intelligence on them might prove invaluable. From here, he takes some paper and draws a layout of the Fort that he used to be stationed in before being relocated to a different post. The Fort comprises four levels, of which the third opens out to the walls, and the fourth is used for command post which oversees most of the pass and a view of the lands of Vendor eastward and also westward out into the Shattered Plains. He also provides some possible suggestions of various entry points, but they would only work if the enemy did not post disciplined guards or other sort of magical guardians. After that, if there was nothing more that Serena had to ask or request of him, he would take his leave and go back to his duties, wishing her well, although he did not seem to believe that was likely.LOCI am I leaving the Fort layout vague, they will be provided in more detail when the party arrives there. If there's anything else, feel free to ask. For the next step, the party can decide how they wish to proceed, overland by road, overland off-the-road, or by river towards Version. If by river, if they wish to try to beach at Version or before it. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-04-14 20:48:25, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 33 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Bernard AdvResult: 18, 15, Total: 33Summary: At 2019-04-14 20:49:00, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 14 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Serena Persuasion Result: 14, Total: 14 Serena nodded as she took in all the information. Surely... it was a gamble to throw them into the breach, but as they theorized, females would stand a slightly better chance at surviving, if they manage to retain their sanity. Well, the three of them looked alright, Serena herself took one of the hardest punishments so far, but she managed to pull through without much scarring, and Lire was strong enough to break free before any severe raping could happen to the elf. Well, the only way would be to go forward, towards their destiny." We'll head off the road. Who knows what might await us at sea, or the landing. Staying away from the main roads would be our movement... hopefully we can throw those commanders off balance..." Serena briefed her party the next day, Curia and Lire looking well rested with their bodies nourished with delicious food and drink. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide The party shall travel off the road. The group as a whole struck out westward, keeping off the road but using it as a reference point, even as Curia took the lead in navigating through the forest and plains. Serena and Lire did excellent work supporting her efforts, but she occasionally still felt it prudent to stop and get a vantage point of the road to ensure that they were still on track, which in turn affected their pacing as a whole. Along the way, Curia would notice what looked like a very sizeable band of orcs and ogres lying in wait not too far off the road. If they had followed the road they would almost certainly have fallen foul of the creatures. The rest of the day seemed uneventful, although caution was at the cost of distance traversed. It was evening as they started keeping an eye out for where might be a good place to put up camp amidst the forest. Curia heard it first, the sounds of heavy footsteps not too far away in the forest, as if of armored forms and grunts coming right their way, seeming to know exactly where they are. From the sound of it, there were at least five of them rushing this way, perhaps more, and if the trio did not move, they would be upon them in less than 20 seconds. On the bright side, none of them seemed large, so probably half-orcs, orcs, frogs or hobgoblins.Goethe trio aren't aware of it, but there are enemies watching them. If they ready action to deal with those on their trail, the others will prepare their own actions, but will not attack yet until the reinforcements arrive. If the three of them decide to try and head off or lose the armored pursuers, those watching will immediately attack. For terrain purposes, assume there is a clearing of about 5x5 where they can hole up and have flexibility shifting around, and the rest is difficult terrain due to the forest. Creatures in the difficult terrain have cover against attacks from those not adjacent to them, and they can hide in the forest terrain before they are observed ; however during combat, the forest terrain does not provide enough cover to hide once more. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-04-20 09:21:58, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 33 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Serena Lire DC 10 Assist Survival Result: 14, 19, Total: 33Note : Curia gets a +4 to her Survival check Summary: At 2019-04-20 09:22:53, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 4 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Curia Survival +9 plus 4 from two assists Result: 4, Total: 4Note : Total is Base9 Roll4 Assist4 = 17. DC range Med12 MH16 Hard20 VHard25 Remote30. Beats MH. Summary: At 2019-04-20 10:08:30, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 3d20 Result: 44 (Result: Meredith rolled: 3d20Comment: Enemy Stealth. Take 2nd highest number. Result: 11, 18, 15, Total: 44The watching enemies have a base of +6. Unfortunately, with a +15 to that, it is above all their Passive Perception. "Damn, they're on us." Curia whispered harshly, looking at the two as Serena drew her great sword, eyeing the direction of the noise." Curia, Lire, move to the bushes. I'll draw them out around me, and when the time is ripe, spring the ambush. Try to use as many ranged attacks as possible, and take out those in the open. If there are archers, we'll take them out after clearing the ones exposed. Easy ones die first."" Got it Serena, be careful." Lire replied, moving with Curia into the bushes as they seemingly disappeared, blending in well with the foliage. As if she was alone, Serena took a deep breath, steadying herself, her weapon out and ready as she prepared to meet the charge... Lire and Curia took cover within the bushes, unaware that they were being watched, even as Serena courageously took up the open position in the middle of the clearing, weapon at the ready. The tromping sounds got louder and louder, the grunt of subhuman voices muttering to each other as they drew near, as well as the clank of chain armor they must be wearing. Then their silhouettes were visible now amidst the trees, looking like three stocky but burly men next to each other, all wielding spears, as they drew closer. Close, but not quite close enough for engagement, just a moment now, a little closer...(then without warning from both sides of the clearing sprung out two sizeable brutes, both brown furred and hairy in leather armor, each one well perhaps close to 7' tall but hunched over as they shifted out to either side of Serena with alarming alacrity, taking her completely by surprise. Both of them had a length of thick rope between their arms, one end to their wrist and the other in hand, as one gavotte went around under her arms and yanked her off balance to one side, dislodging her armor considerably, and the other snagged her shield arm by the elbow and pulled towards himself, leaving her wide opened, exposed and completely off balance between them. Even as they did so, the spear wielding silhouettes emerged from the edge of the clearing, and the trio would see plain that they were hobgoblins, clad in chain and scale armor with long spears at the ready.IOC :CuriaLirueSerina: 14/16 HP, grabbed by both Bugbears A & Note that Serena is flanked and grabbed by both Bugbears. Escaping is a move action, and if she succeeds she can shift one square (such as to a space not adjacent to the Bugbears). Due to being grabbed by more than one enemy, she takes a -2 penalties to her Escape check (Acrobatics +0, Athletics +9). However, if she succeeds she breaks free of BOTH grabs. The 5 enemies all have interrupts and will use them whenever possible. Each creature may only use one interrupt per turn, and only gets back its interrupt at the start of its next turn (similar to 5E reaction). You may assume the heroines do not know of their abilities, but if you wish I'm also fine if they do know about it, perhaps from experience fighting such foes. Technically the other Bugbear does not need to release Serena to use Body Shield, but you can assume the first time one of the Bugbears uses Body Shield, the other releases Serena from the grab as a free action, so she can be swung around and used as a Body Shield. You can assume a Bugbear uses Body Shield before any of the hobgoblins uses Spear guard, but note Body Shield cannot be used to protect against Serena's melee attack. The three hobgoblins are next to each other in a line and are no longer in difficult terrain, thus do not have cover. From their position, they are able to use their spears to protect both of the bugbears. Lirue has Stealth +3, Curia has Stealth +9. You may roll d20 for them if you wish to indicate their Stealth success. If either or both of them beats DC 16, she is hidden against the hobgoblins and can attack without the hobgoblin triggering Spear guard on her attack. If either of them beats DC 25 (pretty damn hard), she manages to hide from the Bugbears also, and they cannot use Body Shield against her attack. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-04-23 11:42:00, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d4 Result: 3 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d4Comment: BB's target 1Lirue 2Curia 3Serina 4LCsplitResult: 3, Total: 3Summary: At 2019-04-23 11:43:34, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 16 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Units CLS 10+ Enemies 9-Result: 16, Total: 16Summary: At 2019-04-23 11:44:11, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 23 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: BB's Garrote Serena Surprise Result: 7, 16, Total: 23Enemy StatsBUGBEAR ROGUE AC 18 / Fort 17 Reflex 17 Will 13 / HP 16Speed 7 *Short sword (std) +9 vs AC, 3 DMG*Short bow (std) ranged 15/30, +9 vs AC, 3 DMG *Garrote (std) +6 vs Reflex (only against unguarded target) 3 DMG, and target is grabbed until it escapes (Athletics Acrobatics both DC 16) or until the Bugbear uses Garrote again. While the target is grabbed, it is unguarded. Special: Before the Bugbear makes a Garrote attack, it may shift up to 2 squares without breaking stealth*Body Shield (Interrupt, recharge 4+) Trigger: An enemy that is not grabbed by the bugbear hits with a melee or ranged attack against it. Effect: The attack is resolved against the creature grabbed by the bugbear. The attack is not rerolled. HOBGOBLIN SPEARGUARDAC 19 / Fort 19 16 15 / HP 18Speed 5*Spear (std) melee2, +10 vs AC, 3 DMG, 18-20 CRT*Javelin (std) ranged 10/20, +10 vs AC, 3 DMG*Spear guard (Interrupt, at will) Trigger: An enemy hits an ally of the hobgoblin that is within melee reach of the hobgoblin, i.e. within 2 squares of the hobgoblin. Effect: The target gains +2 AC against the triggering attack. Note : The term "Ally" in this game does NOT include the ability user himself. Thus, the Spear guard ability can only be used to protect someone else that is NOT the hobgoblin using it. The creatures bursting out caught the paladin by surprise, Serena giving a grunt as the rope bound itself around her, the bugbears gaining the initiative as they got the jump on her... A forceful jerk of her arm and shoulders got Serena in an awkward position, but the woman drew her great sword as she eyed one of the bugbears, swinging her weapon in an effort to hit it, managing to score one! The voice of even chanting could be heard as a soft mist surrounded all six creatures. Skillfully manipulating its effects, Lire stood up, her eyes focused as she fired off a Mind shroud, aiming to catch all five in its area of effect! The twang of a crossbow bolt could be heard, the missile striking true. Perhaps if they managed to take down a bugbear fast, things might not be so dire...Local 2019-04-23 20:47:12, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 17 (Check - 17 vs 16+2 = Fail. At 2019-04-24 10:19:44, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 27 (Attack with Great sword - 27 vs 18 = Hit3 Damage to Bugbear AAT 2019-04-24 10:35:59, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 2d20a11 Result: 31 (vs 2 Bugbears - 5, 15 +11 vs 13 = All HitMindshroud with Empower - 3 damage each to both Bugbears At 2019-04-24 10:36:59, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 3d20a11 Result: 36 (vs 3 Hobgoblins - 12, 8, 5 +11 vs 15 = All HitMindshroud with Empower - 3 damage each to all Hobgoblins At 2019-04-24 10:42:03, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 29 (Stealth Check = 29At 2019-04-24 10:38:38, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 18 (Crossbow vs Bugbear A - 18 vs 18 = Hit5 Damage to Bugbear Bugbear A takes a total of 11 damage, the rest takes 3 damage each. Serena failed to escape by the barest of margins, the combined strength of both bugbears holding her in place, but then the great sword swung and slashed into one her captors. The strange psychic fog rose about all the creatures, sending them reeling in shock as pain lanced through their minds, and though Curia's bolt caught the there was no doubt Lire was the greatest threat right now.(of the hobgoblins barked out some fierce orders to all the others, and the bugbears focused on Serena, eyes narrowing as they tried to keep her immobilized and garroted in the middle of the clearing. One of them clumsily tried to garrote her again, but entangled his hand and had to release Serena, but the other more injured one found pain a focusing force and maintained the garrote under her arms, keeping her in place. The hobgoblins for their part fanned out from their three abreast formation, skirting around the restrained Serena, and two moved to flank Lire from either side with their spears, while a third one charged her to take her out. Attacked from three sides, the elf would find the spears shearing away portions of her robe, one edge grazing her flesh, and the sensation of pain would seem heady pleasure at the same time... but how could that be, were their spears poisoned or some other insidious effect at work here?IOC :Curia: 16/16 Hire: 10/16 HP, used EmpowerSerina: 11/16 HP, grabbed by both Bugbears A & Bugbear A : 11/16, grabbing SerinaBugbear B : 3/16, flanking Serena with Hobgoblin A : 3/18, flanking LirueHobgoblin B : 3/18, flanking LirueHobgoblin C : 3/18, adjacent to Sidenote that all the hobgoblins are adjacent to Lire thus within 2 squares of each other, and can use Spear guard to protect each other. Normally being surrounded by three foes would put Lire in a very bad position, but all enemies are still afflicted by Mind shroud. So she can move away from among them without provoking any OAS, or simply stand there among them and cast spells without provoking any OAS, so it is not too bad. Note that Serena is only grabbed by one bugbear now (the other had to release to attack with Garrote, and then he missed), so she no longer takes -2 to escape. If she escapes, she can charge one of the hobgoblins (or of course strike a bugbear instead). She can also strike her captor before trying to escape, if he dies she can make a break for it. Remember if the bugbear garroting Serena is targeted by melee or ranged attack from someone that isn't Serena, it can turn Serena into the target with an Interrupt. Now that Lire and Curia have joined the fight, the partial cover of the trees is insufficient to Stealth. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-04-26 10:14:04, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 12 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: BB's Garrote Serena Flank Result: 2, 10, Total: 12Summary: At 2019-04-26 10:17:01, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d6 Result: 5 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d6Comment: 1-3 healthy BB is strangling Serena 4-6 is injured BB Result: 5, Total: 5Note: Injured BB is gripping Serena. Roll Result: Meredith rolled: 3d20Comment: Hobgoblins on Lire. First two flanks +2 last charges +1Result: 9, 5, 14, Total: 28Note: Attack rolls are 21, 17, 25. If Lire uses Shield, she takes 3 less damage. I will assume it hits, but if you decide it misses, then I will just edit accordingly There was a growl from the knight, as Serena summoned what strength she could while being grabbed by the bugbear. She could feel its rough skin grazing against what exposed flesh she has, its fur tickling lightly while the garrote still trapped her where she was. Even with her best efforts, the knight was still trapped, but her sword would not be denied! A hard thrust towards the bugbear had her great sword impaling it through its chest, the bugbear finally falling as she panted, Serena turning to face her other opponent. The effects of Monkshood seemed to be working, the Even Mage once again falling into a trance of casting, her robes billowing as the mists of magic surrounded the surrounding area, the mastery of the spell allowing Lire to catch herself within its area without suffering any of the adverse effects. She did stumble a little, as the warm feeling from the grazing spears seemed to distract her a little, one Hobgoblin avoiding the effects of her spell. Her legs seemed to tremble as she focused her eyes, blasting two hobgoblins with what she could, striving to stay and keep up her attacks until Curia could assist her. The click of a crossbow could be heard as Curia fired at the remaining Bugbear, her shot scoring true. She would have to get into melee soon however, for things do not look so good for their spell caster...Local 2019-04-28 21:50:31, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 28 (Attack with Great sword - 28 vs 18 = Hit with Impale 5 Damage to Bugbear AAT 2019-04-28 21:43:56, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 3d20a9 Result: 40 (vs 3 Hobgoblins - 20, 28, 10 vs Will 13 Hobgoblins A and B hit for 2 Damage At 2019-04-28 21:51:52, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 30 (Crossbow vs Bugbear A - 30 vs 18 = Hit5 Damage to Bugbear B The bugbear stared with disbelief at the blade stuck in its chest, before collapsing in a bloody heap. The one that was assisting it gives a shriek of pain and dismay as a crossbow quarrel buries itself deep in its back. The hobgoblins grunted as they anticipated thrusting at Lire as she gathered the spell while so close to them, but the spell clouded their response, and then she was done with it, another two of them writhing as the psychic fog further addled their senses.(two of the hobgoblins already in flanking strike at Lire even as the third watched to see their success before deciding whether to aid them or the lone bugbear against Serena. Both spears catch either side of her robes and rend it apart from two sides, leaving the elf bared and exposed to their leering grins. One of them steps around her to provide flanking for the third, with the hindering undergrowth providing an opening for Lire to swing with her quarterstaff. Though her strike is valiant, one of the other hobgoblins use its spear to bat her blow away. As she is distracted, the third attempts to use its spear haft to sweep her feet out from under her in preparation for more "action", but the spear sweep is caught by a stray bush and loses most of its momentum. Meantime, the lone remaining bugbear finds itself facing a very triumphant Serena, who is no longer grabbed by any garrotes and wielding a very bloody looking big sword. It elects to shift back, wincing as the radiant energy sears its form, and then charges Lire with its short sword into a flank with Hobgoblin A. However, it is still suffering from spots in its vision from Serena's divine challenge, or perhaps the sight of the bared nubile elf was too much for it, and its swing misses by a mile, just barely managing to hang on to its short sword.IOC :Curia: 16/16 Hire: 4/16 HP, used EmpowerSerina: 11/16 HP, used Impale(dmg taken)Bugbear B : 10/16, flanking Lire with Hobgoblin Hobgoblin A : 5/18, flanking Lire with Bugbear B (Mind shroud, cannot OA)Hobgoblin B : 5/18, flanking Lire with Hobgoblin C (Mind shroud, cannot OA)Hobgoblin C : 3/18, flanking Lire with Hobgoblin Two of them can OA Lire if she casts a spell or moves. Note that Lire and all the enemies are now in the undergrowth and hence difficult terrain, none of them can shift easily without provoking OAS from those adjacent enemies. Note that all the enemies are adjacent to Lire thus within 2 squares of each other, and can use Spear guard to protect each other. Effectively, you can treat the Bugbear as having an AC 20, and the Hobgoblins having AC 21. If Serena elects to join in the fray, she can position herself next to any two of the following enemies, and subject them to her Mark.- Bugbear B and Hobgoblin B (Mind shroud-ed)- Bugbear B and Hobgoblin C- Hobgoblin A (Mind shroud-ed) and Hobgoblin Serena can also move herself next to Lire (to use Block to cover her), but if she does so, she provokes OA one of the above pairs of enemies (with Mind shroud possibly reducing the actual number of OAS she suffers). Note that her taking OAS does not reduce the number of OAS incoming on Lire ; unlike 5E, OA is once per turn, which allows one melee combatant to hold the line against multiple enemies, and still leaves Interrupt available for use. So if Serena provokes OAS on Serena's turn, the enemies would be able to OA again on Lire's turn. Lirue can use her Quarterstaff attack if she wishes, it is +9 vs AC, and deals 2 damage on a hit, or 1 if she is in Healer role. Curia or Serena can flank with Lire for +2 attack for both of them, but anyone who flanks with Lire will only be adjacent to one enemy. (Imagine Lire in the middle of a 3x3 square, where the enemies are occupying the 4 corners. In order to flank, Lire, the flanked enemy, and her ally must be in one straight diagonal line). Curia and Serena both get a +1 bonus to attack if they charge an enemy. Curia has few limitations due to her flexible positioning, but if Serena wishes to end her movement next to two enemies, she must either charge Hobgoblin B or Hobgoblin A. If she charges Bugbear B or Hobgoblin C, she can get flanking with Lire, but ends her turn next to only one enemy (as mentioned above). Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Summary: At 2019-05-05 11:21:54, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 2d20 Result: 30 (Result: Meredith rolled: 2d20Comment: Hobgoblins A B flank LirueResult: 16, 14, Total: 30Note : Both rolls are too high to Shield. I haSummary: At 2019-05-05 11:41:23, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 10 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Lire gets an OA on Hobgoblin Result: 10, Total: 10Note: The forest is difficult terrain prevents Hobgoblins from shifting around Lire, so she gets an OA as Hobgoblin B moves to flank with C, and also provides an opening for the Bugbear to charge in while flanking with A. Lire's roll of 10 would actually be a hit with a +9 vs AC from Quarterstaff, but the hobgoblins Spearward it into a miss. Summary: At 2019-05-05 11:26:37, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 2 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Hobgoblin C on Lire Result: 2, Total: 2Summary: At 2019-05-05 11:29:40, Meredith (UID: 61033) rolls: 1d20 Result: 4 (Result: Meredith rolled: 1d20Comment: Bugbear on Lire charge +1 and Flank +2Result: 4, Total: 4Note: the Bugbear disobeys Serena's mark, thus taking 2 damage as it shifts away. If it had mattered, it also takes -3 attack against Lire. "Lire!" Serina called as the bugbear ducked under, aiming for the wizard as the paladin turned to face it. This wasn't good, with four creatures around the spell caster, what can she do? The elf herself was in quite the predicament, her robes torn and her shapely torso exposed. They weren't going for her flesh, but only a bare strip of green covered her nipples as everything below the belt was torn to shreds. However, that shall not deter the elf as she began casting once again, aiming to catch all four enemies in a Mind shroud, while herShieldspell remains ready to be called!" You shall not!" The human warrior yelled, her weapon flying in an arc towards the bugbear, Serena intent on securing her kill. Curia followed her target, knowing that the garrote would prove deadly if the bugbear catches one of her companions, the rogue firing a bolt right into the bugbear's eye... Two down, three to go.Last 2019-05-08 04:40:04, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 12 (1, total 12 for Bugbear. At 2019-05-08 04:40:19, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 13 (1, total 13 for Hobgoblin.Clique will cast Shield if an OA hits her. If she's still standing -At 2019-05-08 04:20:44, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 4d20a9 Result: 62 (vs Bugbear - 26 vs Will 13 - Hit Bugbear takes 2 damageMindshroud vs 3 Hobgoblins - 14, 27, 22 vs Will 15–2 Hits Hobgoblin B camp; C takes 2 damage At 2019-05-08 04:28:03, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 30 (Great sword vs Bugbear - 30 vs 18 - Hit Bugbear takes 3 damage At 2019-05-08 04:28:59, Reiki (UID: 59589) rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 31 (Crossbow vs Bugbear - CRITBugbear takes 6 damage

DSI _ Unto the Breach (Melendrith & Relikai)|rating:2.0

Ebberon 3.5_ Dark Streets and Clear Skies of Sharn (IC)

In the City of Towers, a thousand secrets whisper in the night, and a thousand tales unfold before the moons reach their zenith … to Share in all its glory, the city that dares to near touch the heavens with its soaring towers and magical wonders, the leader in fashion and enterprises, the gateway to adventure in foreign lands, the meeting place of the nations of Hovered, and your home now. In this city of grandeur you have managed to scrape out a life in the lowest of the poorest Quarter of Share. Welcome to Aura Quarter in the Lower Wards life here is dark, dirty, unforgiving and near on claustrophobic with only the rarest of window or sky view. Where a man crossing a walkway past another is more likely to put his hand on his weapon hilt than wave and where nearly the only plant life to be found is the moss and mold growing in the rust and rot stained walls and floors and the only flowing water is the dirty water the flows down from above through the brakes and pools on the walkways, a far cry from the balcony and tower top gardens of the Upper Wards. Here are the massive towers that make up the city higher levels meet base to base smoldering one another as if to try and push the other off the cliff face that marks the bounders of Aura. This is your home and as dark and dangerous as it can be you have grown accustom to life here and know that for every throat cutter and gang thug suckling down the tower hallways you come across there are five more people just trying to get by and have found their way here do to many reasons. Right now you wish you were dealing with one of hundreds of honest good people you have meet in the Lower Wards, but right this moment you are dealing with the Cross Tribe gang and more importantly its boss Turn the hobgoblin, and a man who very much does not like you at this moment in time. You find yourself in a dank mold infested iron bared cell deep in the Cross Tribe base in the Gate of Gold district with several other individuals of different looks, and they just like you don't seem happy to be here. Your still kicking yourself for letting those low life bounty hunter pack get the drop on you, but hay they were not Turn's normal goons, and you didn't see them coming for you until it was too late. Other a splitting headache with a few buses and being weaponless you are no worse for wear, it seems whatever Turn has in mind for you, he wants you in one piece for it. In the hallway just before your cell is a dozen of the Cross Tribe gang thugs making rude jesters and laughing at your expense, clearly Turn is not taking any chances of you escaping and as you ponder that you hear screaming coming from somewhere deeper in the Cross Tribes hide out. DC's for the scene Hide all normal except Perception DC +5 (low-light vision -5 and Davison -5), and any skill to try and escape cell DC +15 "Um, Hi! I'm in here because I won money off Sure, and he can't accept that doing field research with the right tools and asking a few questions isn't cheating." The Bob-haired Alastair greets the other occupants of the cell.#"My name is Glamovakri. Call me what you like although I fancy Twinkle toes. I would say nice to meet you all but under the circumstances, I think we can all agree that would be a falsehood at the bare minimum. She says with a bit of regret. Walking over and sitting down, well met Twinkle toes, my name is Sara, it seems I may be here due to jealousy of another, personally I am hoping that this is the worst of it. Tanner's Knife the war forged ponders, with some unhappiness, the situation he and the others find themselves in. He pays no mind to the jeering and taunting of the gangsters. He's an old, well-used, battered, dinged-up war forged with a slender, elegant chassis obscured by many years of "improvements". Somebody's bolted on an assortment of not-exactly-correctly-sized mitral plates and jammed a miscellany of gently glowing and sparking crystals in the gaps. His face and jaw have been altered with extra points of articulation, giving him the ability to approximate a wider range of human expressions (and thereby to fall more firmly in the Uncanny Valley). His plating has been adorned with painted, engraved, enameled, and embossed decorations and runes in many colors, though the paint is now so faded and flaked that it's difficult to see what some of the decorations might have once represented. Mournfully, "At least Turn seems to want us alive. I say this because if he did not want us alive, we would probably not be." He nods sagely, as if this is a profound pronouncement. Then he introduces himself to the others, "The name they call me is Knife. Tanner's Knife. I believe I am suspected of being a snitch, which is of course balderdash. Still, it is always nice to meet new people who aren't actively trying to kill me, though you are correct, Twinkle toes: circumstances could be better. But circumstances could also be worse." ~ The Cells ~ Pen IR'Embrace Pen puts her head in her hands and mutters to herself, "You're in trouble now, Penelope." "I'm not sure that it's particularly comforting to know that Turn wants us alive. He might well be planning to torture us for fun after all." The changeling woman stands and paces the few feet in their tiny chamber, "I don't suppose any of you have any great influence with Turn, do you?" "Influence? If I had any influence I wouldn't be in Lower Aura." Bitterness in her voice she rises from the ground lethargically." I'm Streisand, never can have enough friends I guess." She approached the cell bars staring down the chorus of jailers." What's the screaming about?" Spoiler: IOC Hide Gather Information (1d20+8)[25] One of the thugs guarding the cell, a near toothless half-orc with bad breath which Streisand gets her fill of when he steps forward, leering at her in a very uncomfortable way as he laughs saying,"Oh no need to worry sweet honey that just Impale doing his thing, he is a War forged that works for the boss ya see, y'all know him when ya see him, kind of hard to miss seeing as he has all those spikes and such. But hay, no need to worry about him, well no need unless the boss wants to make an example out of ya lot and give us a show!" The last of his statement is made more towards the other eleven guards as they all take up laughing and one shouts "hay let's take bets on how long their bodies twitch afterward!" which this statement is met with more laughter and jokes at the prisoner's expense. Sort swallows her disgust and focuses on the ugly thing that replied." They must have stolen from Turn too." She looks away, leaning against the bars." How much you get paid for this type of work anyway?" Spoiler: IOC Hide Bluff (1d20+9)[27] ~ The Cells ~ Pen IR'Embrace Pen reaches up for her holy symbol, an eight-pointed configuration of four crossed and rune-inscribed bones. "Let's hope that the Traveler doesn't think to test us this day," She offers the prayer quietly before turning to her fellow prisoners, "Are any of you wounded beyond the bumps on your heads?" When she checks on Sort she whispers, "Find out who is carrying the keys. If you can get one to taunt us with the keys I may be able to force him to drop them." The half-orc thug near the bars of you cell leans forwards as Sort asks him how much coin he makes, he laughs saying,"Oh look boys, I think she's wanting to know if I have enough to pay for a tussle in the sheets. Sorry honey but even if we want'd to pay coin for a tussle we don't have the keys, I's think the boss don't trust us not to damage the goods before he gets his fun." As he says this he put his left arm through the bars of the cell to reach up to touch Sort's hair with his leather armored hand as his face gets closer to Sort's. Spoiler: For Sort and Pen Hide If either one of you would like to knock the Thugs hand away before he touches Sort it is AC 14 to hit his hand or an Acrobatics check of DC 16 for Sort to dance away from his grasp. Knife ponders the situation. He ponders unleashing dark and baleful powers on the crowd of guards. A flock of bloodthirsty bats, perhaps. Or using a curse in the Dark Speech on the bars to break them, allowing his new companions to break out, steal weapons from the guards, and fight their way to freedom. But, in the end, he decides inaction is the better course for now. Too many guards, they would probably overwhelm the prisoners, no matter how many bats he threw at them. He will wait until either some of the guards wander off, or until they are brought to wherever Turn wants them brought to. Even if they are to be brought to the torture chamber, that would probably still be the more advantageous moment to make a move. Still, Knife stoically proclaims, "You would probably do better not to harass us. These bars won't protect you from us for long." ~ The Cells ~ Pen IR'Embrace "Leave her alone!" Pen yells as she grabs the thief's arm and pulls it. Spoiler: Attacks Hide He's not carrying a weapon, so there are no worries about Attacks of Opportunity unless he has Improved Unarmed Combat. Melee Touch Attack (1d20+1)[19] to initiate a grapple. The Half-orc thug is taken aback by Pen's action and the look of anger come over his face, and he yells,"Hay ya let go, or I'll smash your face in!" With that he pulls back attempting to break the grapple and move away. Spoiler: Grapple Check Hide Opposed grapple check (1d20+4)[19] If the thug succeeds in his opposed check he will back away from the cell staring dagger at Pen, if not well then she is holding onto one pissed off Half-orc. ~ The Cells ~ Pen IR'Embrace Turn's thug barely managed to drag his arm free from Pen's grip, but her point has been made. She leans close and snarls at him, "Touch her again, and I'll break your arm next time." As she glowers she grows larger and more threatening and her teeth sharpen to bestial fangs, "Don't think I won't kill you as soon as I get the chance." Her threat is empty though as long as they're locked in this cage and from the thug's expression he knows it. Spoiler: Actions and Rolls Hide His BAD is higher so he wins. Intimidate him (1d20+5)[6] EDIT: Ha, a 1. Oh, well. Twinkle toes looks on with concern. She can't exactly aid in her fellow captives struggle but maybe a threat of talent might have the gangsters reconsider. Tanner, what's your favorite energy? Right now I'm thinking a little bit of fire. That's bound bring some attention to this little operation. No one wants the city to catch fire. She asks unsubtly, so everyone can hear. Spoiler: Checks Hide Intimidate: Threatening to set things on fire (1d20+5)[19] Bluff : Because if Twinkle toes did set things on fire, she may have to face the Blackened book if it got out of control. [roll]1d20+ 10[/roll] Edit: Altering the tone of the question outside the actual dialogue. At Pen's shout Sort dances away, the half-orc's hand brushes against her hair but is stopped short by the other prisoner." Thanks." She says to Pen losing her cool a bit, as the changeling faces off with the guard"I.thanks." She pulls back away from the bars. Knife tilts his head at Twinkle toes and gets philosophical. "Which child does a mother like best? Any energy is a valid tool in pursuit of one's goals." Then he comes back to the present moment and realizes that the current goal is to get the thugs to back off. He wiggles his metal fingers at the thugs, "Shoo." Then some of the crystals jammed into his body and some of the runes carved or painted into his plating glow, and four will-o’-wisp-like globes of sparkling light appear in the cell and proceed to menace the thugs. Literally the least he can do in this situation, but hopefully enough to alarm the thugs and get them to lay off so he doesn't have to escalate to actually hurting them. Spoiler: IOC Hide Using dancing lights as a spell-like ability Aid Another on Twinkle toes's Intimidate: (1d20+1)[9] (if 10 or higher, she gets +2 to her check) Although the thugs seem to basically ignore Knife's dancing lights they all seem to believe Twinkle toes' threat completely, well all except the Half-orc thug who is staring daggers at Pen, but the rest of the thugs pull him back from the cage moving him to the rear of the group you hear many of them whispering, "hay don't forget the boss want's them unharmed", and other such comment to try and calm him down. Just as it seem to be working the thugs are interrupted by a lout high pitch scream of pain that is then cut off short, and you could swear you think you heard the sound of cracking bones. The Half-orc thug who tried to touch Sort push his way from behind his companions and calls out,"Did you hear that! The Boss is done with his last visitor, and soon it will be your turn. Guess what pretties, your next and I bet gold that the Impel is going to have some fun with you all!" Twinkle toes leans against the dingy cell wall, surprised but relieved that the gangsters didn't see through her threat. She then takes her time to feel through her bags and notices something. I'm not sure what going on because they didn't even bother to take any of my coin even though I was out cold. Surely, they would take everything when they had the opportunity. She informs the others. ~ The Cells ~ Pen IR'Embrace "Do you have anything that can get out of this cage?" Pen shrinks down to her usual from and examines the bars carefully. She wonders if she could squeeze through at her thinnest and measures the gaps with her hands. She also rattles them a little to try to determine how strong they are. Spoiler: Actions and Rolls Hide I'm not sure if I need to roll, but I want to determine if Pen's shape change will allow her to get through the gap if she shrinks down to a super thin elf or something. Can the bars be bent or broken by someone strong? Search check (1d20+2)[11] At Twinkle toes's comment Sort checks her belt pouch and finds some grubby change." Not so useful for me, I'm broke, but that's interesting." With few ideas on how to get out she wonders if they should." They don't want us harmed either, strange if we are awaiting execution." Spoiler: IOC Hide Bardic Knowledge for info on Turn (1d20+5)[19] Knife makes an indecipherable face and allows his glowing orbs of light to fade away into nothing. With Twinkle toes's prompting, Knife checks his coin pouch. They've taken his knife, but not his pouch of platinum coins. "Strange." He replies to Pen, paying no further mind to the guards who have retreated a little ways away, "I believe I could break the bars or the lock, assuming they're not warded against the supernatural, but these thugs may be too numerous to overcome without weapons. If we're being kept intact for torture, I can break Impale's apparatuses just as well. But I have a sneaking suspicion, given that they seem to have left us with everything but our weapons, that Turn has some other purpose in mind for us. I am willing to break us out now, but only if we have consensus that it is the correct course of action and the guards can be handled once we are free." As you all contemplate just what then meaning is behind your capture and why you were left with coin in your pockets, it is Pen who hears it first but soon after the whole group can hear the distinct sound of several pairs of feet come from somewhere deeper in the base but walking your way. Pen believes she can also hear the sound of a metal chain being moved about. Your group is clearly not the only ones to notice as all the guards start standing up strait and grabbing weapons that where either leaning against the wall or in their belts. From somewhere unseen from your advantage point, but clearly nearby you hear and ruff voice almost like a growl ask,"How are the prisoners?" One of the thugs steps forward and says back to the unseen speaker, "Okay Kulak, some back talk and treats is all they've done so far, and we didn't touch'm just like the boss wanted." Just then five figures come into view, it is clear that four of them are more thugs, although one of the four is a very large Knoll, with scale mail armor and even is armed with a large weapon strapped to his back, and clearly looks like the one in charge of the group. The other figure is a small Shifter girl, she looks to be just shy of puberty, she is wearing filthy dress that barley covers her and is not more than rags as she steps forward from the four thugs walking behind her and up in front of the cell her bare feet only inches away. You notice two more things about the young girl, one she is wearing a slave collar, a magical one at that, the kind that have been outlawed in most civilized lands including the city of Share, and she has been for a long time by the looks of the healed scars the collar has left. You also notice that she is hold a large key, the kind of key needed to open you cell door. The Knoll, who you now figure is Kulak shoves the small girl out of his way knocking her against the cell bars as he steps forwards to address you before the cell door." You will be escorted to the Boss's meeting hall, you are to be delivered unharmed but if you try anything I have been given orders to prevent you escape even if it means your death do you understand." Spoiler: Kulak Hide As you contemplate his words, Twinkle toes, as everyone has come to know her as, remembers just who the piece of work is standing before the cell doors. He is Turn's fourth lieutenant and just under the boss and his second and the third ranking lieutenant in the ranking of the gang, he had once been the third before Turn found a girl who took that position from him. Twinkle toes knows that he is a brutal enforcer, but one that keeps his word and punishes anyone who would contradict something he has said, even to the point of attacking his own men, in truth he is the closest thing Turn has to an honorable man in his gang, and he is the one mostly used when it comes to talks with outside groups and the Cross Tribe gang. Vulak picks the small Shifter girl up none too gently and yells at her to open the door which she does with shaking hands. You are escorted out of the cell either by your own power, or by force if need be and marched down the halls ways of the building that you have no memory of entering but guess it is the base for the Cross Tribe gang. The structures seem to be some kind of large home or estate, but it is quite old but beneath the rote, decay and rust you see glimpses of what had at one time be clearly a wealthy attired home. Whoever had built this once beautiful home had abandoned it a long time ago and now the Cross Tribe gang used it as their base and as you are lead into the main hallway, a place once used to great honored guest with it high walls, stain glass window overlooking a set of curving stairs with a raised platform where one could see all who enter the house. This room has now been turned in a twisted version of a throne room with three large cushioned chairs on the raised platform and signs of brutality everywhere along with a dozen armed men on the overlooking second floor railing. Seated in on the raised platform is Turn along with a white haired woman armed with a sword to his left and to his right a War forged with several spikes attached to himself and deep glowing red eyes. Spoiler: Image Hide As you are all brought forward you notice the body of a dead even man laying before one of the stair, clearly having suffered from multiple puncture wounds, his blood flowing upon the floor almost up to you feet where you are made to stand. Turn stands and smiles at you, his arms held out open before him as his gray face scans your faces before he begins speaking, rudely interrupting anything you were about to say,"Well are you a fine sight, I see that you didn't give any of my boys any trouble, good and I hope you found your accommodation to your liking. Now your most likely all in a fit wondering why I had you brought here, so I will enlighten you. I have a job for you, and if you do it not only will I be so kind as to forgive every coin you owe me, every insult you gave, and every betrayal you competed against me, I will also pay you fifty gold coin each upon completion of the job, how's that sound." Spoiler: Turn Hide Knife examines the newcomers curiously. The girl in the slave collar is a curiosity, but not actively offensive to him. He has very little opinion on the concept of slavery -- his people were effectively slaves from inception, he spent much of his existence under a sort of slavery-issue arrangement, and even though the Treaty of Throne hold freed the war forged, he found no reason to be wildly celebratory about that. When Kulak muscles up to the cell door and issues a threat, Knife just contorts his face, with its extra points of articulation, into a wide (and creepy) smile. Then he allows himself to be led to the throne room! In the presence of Turn, he first eyes the crumpled, punctured even corpse. His metal fingers twitch with the desire to carve open the corpse and examine its innards to assess their functionality -- a desire that seizes him more or less whenever he comes across a corpse. He's managed to internalize the notion that killing people for science is wrong and bad, but as long as they're already dead, why not do science to them? The ticking and stockings of organic meat bags is endlessly fascinating to him. He's almost on the verge of asking Turn if he's done with the corpse and if he'd mind letting Knife borrow it for a while, when Turn interrupts the half-formed thought. He ponders protesting, now that he's in the presence of the boss, that he's no snitch and all accusations to the contrary are baseless slanders and libels and defamation, but then Turn offers a job. Furthermore, he makes a pondering face and concludes that whatever the job is, it's probably easier than convincing Turn of his non-stitchery. Even if it's a suicide job -- in which case, wriggling out of the job and going on the run again would still be easier than just being executed by the boss now. Also, hey, bonus money! "This proposition is acceptable to me." But he doesn't speak for the other prisoners, of course. Seeing the small wilder girl Sort grinds her teeth struggling not to tear the collar off her knowing it might get them both killed. She doesn't have much time to dwell on the girl's misery though before she realizes they likely face a similar grim fate. Turn proposal was still surprising even if she expected something like this, his willingness to forgive seemed a little suspicious."50 is actually quite generous, but I owe a lot of people a lot of money, I need 100 and upfront, or I'm not going to get very far." Spoiler: IOC Hide Diplomacy (1d20+10)[24] ~ Turn's Audience Chamber ~ Pen IR'Embrace Pen cowers from the huge knoll and moves closer to the shifter child as they walk to what she expects to be their dooms, "What's your name, sweetheart?" If the girl stays quiet she tries to cajole her into speaking by offering little snippets of information about them. Little things like their names, the odd way that Knife walks, like he's half marching and half stalking, the look of concentration on Twinkle toes' face, the way Sara keeps clenching her fists like she's preparing to fight. She unconsciously mirrors the girl's movements too, the hunched way of walking, the defeated look, slow shuffle of her steps. She deliberately doesn't ask anything of her except her name. Furthermore, she's seen people beaten down before, and it would take many small steps to get her to help herself, let alone help them. When they reach Turn she continues to cower while he makes his demands. It's not an offer of a job but an order. There was no negotiation here. No discussion. They would agree, or they would die like the poor elf at their feet, "I accept, sir." Her downcast eyes look at the corpse rather than the hobgoblin, and she makes herself small to avoid notice. Spoiler: Actions and Rolls Hide Diplomacy to change the shifter's attitude so that she might help us in the future. (1d20+11)[23] Spot or Search to gather some details about the elf. Is there a dragon mark on his body, a sigil, an item of clothing that might identify him? (1d20+2)[20] Pen -As you are walked down the hall and try to engage the young Shifter girl, you get close enough to see past the dirt and grim on her face and body to see that she had a pretty gray and black light fur and even at one time someone had braided side braids into her hair. The girl clearly is too afraid to say anything in answer to you when you first ask her name, but as you keep talking to her, you notice her pay more and more attention to what you say. As you walk next to her, you notice her give you slight glances your way with her blueish gray eyes and even give a shy smile at some of your funner comments. Just as you're about to enter the 'throne room' you almost miss it when she whispers her name to you in your ear, you didn't even notice her get that close to you until you her say,"Rosemary." In the throne room -Turn smiles as Knife and Pen agrees without argument, but his look hardens when Streisand tries to haggle with him over the price but as she puts on her most charming smile he just shakes his head and says,"I will raise the coin to 65 gold coins each, maybe you can talk your companions out of the extra gold they just got from your haggling, but no more pushing as I am not known for my patience for a reason." As Pen stairs at the dead elf man bleeding out at the foot of one of the two staircases leading up to the platform. Pen notices that among his ruined studded leather armor is the symbol of the Way finder Foundation, which means either this man was one of that groups numbers or he was wearing a disguise to make it look as he was. She also notices a tattoo of a raven in flight on his neck that could be used to help identify just who the man was if she so wished to spend the time to do so. As Twinkle toes recalls what she can about Kulak she gives him a respectful nod. Hen she sees the interactions between him and the girl, she assumes there's a strong degree f resentment in the knoll, although she would like to back it up with a bit of insight of her own. Maybe an opportune time to exercise her ability to read thoughts? The mental noise might have her escorts draw the wrong conclusions. She discards that idea and proceeds to be escorted without any disruptive actions. After all, she was going to be harmed, she'd be dead now and no sense changing that. Once Turn has made his proposition, Twinkle toes say"I would rather continue to draw breath than your ire, so yes, I accept."when prompted. Although, having accepted, I am now concerned as to what you'd have us do." She adds with a worried smile. ~ Turn's Audience Chamber ~ Pen IR'Embrace Pen offers Rosemary a small, supportive smile when she reveals her name. If she ever gets the chance she'd try to rescue the child. Assuming she survives herself. "Is this something to do with the Way finder?" Spoiler: Actions and Rolls Hide Cloistered Clerics have Lore, equivalent to Bardic Knowledge. What do I know of the dead guy? Raven tattoos and Way finders can't be that common, hopefully. (1d20+5)[16] Originally Posted by Neil Crow I have a job for you, and if you do it not only will I be so kind as to forgive every coin you owe me, every insult you gave, and every betrayal you competed against me, I will also pay you fifty gold coin each upon completion of the job, how's that sound." after listening Sara decides that incurring his wrath is not a great Idea and accepts the job, looking around at the others gathered. Streisand kept smiling, not sure what to conclude from the negotiation, but 65 was a good sign." That's fair, I'm in." At Pen's question to Rosemary the little girl looks at her clearly not understanding the question and just whispers,"Turn tortured him for information, I had to watch." Gulrn smiles and takes a seat while the white haired woman who Sara knows as Roslyn sets on his lap running her hands down his chest and staring daggers at Sara and looks slightly disappointed that a fight didn't take place in the 'throne room', all of this Turn does not seem to notice as he speaks once more." This job is simple and one I think you will want to take. A day ago there was a private Sky coach accident and a young dwarves boy fell to the ground levels of Share. Before you ask it is believed he is still alive as he had a father fall talisman on, but he is missing, and a bounty has been placed to find him. Now I don't care about the bounty, hell if you find the child you can have the 500 gold coin for doing so, but what you are going to do is bring him here, and I will arrange his return home, understood!" At the last of the statement Turn seats forward nearly knocking the white haired woman off his lap as he gives your group a hard look,"If you cross me on this it is the last thing you do, I swear it." Then sitting back once more he continues,"Fear not I do have a lead for you, that I personally acquired so feel honored. The information I have is that it is believed the child fell to the upper parts of the Cogs, last seen falling between the Aura Quarter and the Men this Plateau Quarter after the Sky coach collision, and pieces of the child's coat were found in the upper parts of the Ash black district on the Cogs. So good hunting." You will all notice that when Turn talks about acquiring the information the War forged named Impel seems to kind of smile and crosses his arms in a posture of pride. Before you are able to asking any question Turn makes one more finale statement,"Oh and so you don't think I'm being unreasonable and because I don't trust you I'm sending along help." At this Turn pulls out a small rod like thing and pushes a button on it and all of a sudden Rosemary the small Shifter girl screamed out in pain and fell all fours as she crawls to the base of the staircase and then Turn puts the rod away which allows puts an end to the girls pain." Rosemary will be going with you as a guide, and a hostage. If it goes as plan you will rescue a small boy, bring him here, I will arrange a meeting between the US and the boy's father at which time you will get your reward. Now if you try to betray me or fail in your task you get to watch young Rosemary die before your eyes." ~ Turn's Throne Room ~ Pen IR'Embrace Pen helps Rosemary up and puts a comforting arm around her, "We'll do as you say, Turn, but I want to make another deal with you. When we return with the boy, you let Rosemary go." "Now, what else can you tell us about the boy? What does he look like? Does he have an accent? How old is he exactly? Has he grown his first beard yet? What was he wearing when he fell? What's his name? Was anyone seen with him last?" Knife ponders this task. Find a dwarf boy child somewhere in Share? Sounds... well, neither simple nor straightforward, but at least not a suicide mission. Unless they fail, presumably. He ponders the addition of Rosemary to the mission, and eventually decides it's not unreasonable. He concludes that it would be at least mildly unfortunate for the shifter child to be killed on their account, before she gets an opportunity to achieve the greatness that lies potential in her blood. Any other questions he might have had are asked by Pen, so he gestures to her in a "what she said" sort of way. Turn leans forward and says with a hard look,"If you finish this job I am willing to sell you the slave, but I have to warn you her parents were in deep coin when they handed her over, maybe somewhat unwillingly but that's the price you pay when you gamble big and loss." When Turn says that the white hair woman laughs saying,"But Turn dear if you sell the dirty beast who will take care oh the house?" Gulrn just looks at her and shakes his head as he continues speaking, "As for a description of the child, his is young brown haired, standing about three feet tall with no beard or facial hair to speak of he was last seen wearing a blue coat, white shirt and leather paints with red strips down the side, is that descriptive enough for you. If you don't have any further questions Kulak will show you out and once your beyond my doors you will get your gear back and Rosemary will show you the quickest way down to the Cog, she's helpful that way." Twinkle toes relaxes a bit, knowing the parameters of their mission. Since Pen seems to have taken charge, Twinkle toes lets her do her thing. ~ Turn's Throne Room ~ Pen IR'Embrace "Th-thank you, Turn," Pen stutters nervously, "Um, what does the Way finder have to do with this?" Spoiler: Actions and Rolls Hide Bluff to appear nervous (1d20+9)[10] Diplomacy to appear make him more likely to answer (1d20+11)[15] Knife opens and shuts his jaw several times, considering again whether to ask Turn whether he's done with the corpse and if he can borrow it for a while. In the end, he decides anew not to ask. In no hurry, he just lets Pen finish questioning Turn (occasionally gesturing to her with a "good question" or "I was also wondering this" sort of gesture). Then, once the whole party is ready to depart, he follows Rosemary out. Turn just looks at Pen for a moment not saying anything, and it is the white haired woman who speaks up,"You need not worry anymore about him, he will not be getting in your way, but I would say that your group is not the only one looking for the dwarves boy, so you're working against the clock." That is the only information that is given out about the dead man at the end of the stairs and at that Turn waves his hand and Knoll Kulak along with the over dozen men escort you out of the Cross Tribe's bass with is a large wooden and iron enforced set of doors that although clearly showing signs of neglect and vandalism are still solidly built. Once outside a cart is pulled out without and inside is all your gear which Kulak stand next to the cart and says, "I have been given instructions to turn these items back to you and to make a verbal statement on my word that on completions of the rescue and returning of the lost child here we will bale you the Shifter girl for one hundred gold coin" You will all notice Rosemary looks at a loss of hope when the amount of coin is said and there is a look of triumph in Kulak's eyes at the sight of her fear of at losing her chance of escape. After that Kulak and the rest of the thug walk back though the set of large door baring them from the inside. Rosemary turns to the group and says, "I know a quick way down to the Cogs, my family worked there last year." Rosemary will wait until after everyone has gathered their things and is ready to go before she starts leading the way. Like usual when going anywhere in Share it never a straight line, as you have to go up several flights of stair and walkways before you make it to a large shaft with a set of stair that cling to it side that lead you down into the depths of the Cogs. The trip to the shaft will take an hour and then it's another thirty minutes climb down before you make it to the edges of the Cogs. As you climb down the shaft you can see the glow of many forges, open fires, heat rises up in waves and the sounds of the works and gears below you near deafening you. ~ Walking to the Cogs ~ Pen IR'Embrace "Don't worry, Rosemary." Pen tries to reassure the shifter girl. "We've been promised 65 guitars each for this mission. I'm sure we can pool our coin and buy your freedom between us. Right?" She looks around at the others hoping for approval. Inside she wonders if there's another way to remove her collar and seek revenge on Turn for all the evil he's done. Streisand tucked her sap up her sleeve and strung her bow, running away seemed like the smart move, but the shifter made a powerful hostage." Yeah, don't worry about the numbers kid, numbers are mutable." She gives Rosemary a thumbs up. "Besides pretty sure Turn is looking to be more legit and is looking to get rid of you, this is just a way he can profit from it." I'll even trade in my crossbow if I have to. It's looking more and more like I only need it for absolute emergencies, anyway. Twinkle toes offers. From the cart, Knife collects his knife. He eyes Pen. A hundred gold for a shifter girl? Hm. That's only twenty from each of them. He does the math: his daily expenses include no money for food and no money for shelter, so he concludes he can probably afford to take a cut out of the 65 he's being paid for this. And in exchange, he gets... what? The opportunity to let the shifter girl grow into her birthright, her powerful shifter blood, without being stifled by Turn. That's worth something to him, albeit rather less than twenty gold. Party unity, on the other hand, may be worth the remainder, so in the end he shrugs his mitral-plated shoulders to Pen, "Sure, sounds like a plan." Then Knife follows Rosemary, almost completely oblivious to the surroundings they're travelling through. Rosemary seems to gain some the light back into her eyes and her steps become for confidence as she leads the group down into the depths of Share under the encouragement from the group. It is only three floor down the spiral stairs that lead down into the large deep shaft when Rosemary turns off into a dug out hole in the wall of the shaft that seems to have been man made as it is crude but reinforced and large enough to allow most of you to walk comfortable and even the largest of the group with room enough to squeeze through the tightest parts of the man made cavern. The cavern lead out into a rocky outcropping that forms a natural balcony that set over the canyons that divide the different Quarters of Share and as you all gather Rosemary point up above you to what looks like the wreckage of a sky coach"There is the wreckage and the boy fell down here into the depths of the Cogs, once you're ready I'll take you to were the man that the Boss questioned found the boy's coat." With that said Rosemary waits for the group to have a chance to look over the sight of the wreckage which is a near fifty feet above them, hanging very precariously on the wall of a tower that clings to the side of the canyon, looking like it could fall at any moment with just a strong gust of wind. It is possible to climb up to the wreckage if you wish, but it will not be easy and any miss step once next to the wreckage could cause it to fall onto the rock outcropping everyone is standing on. When Rosemary points out the wreckage, Knife looks around, and still takes a few seconds before he spots it. He ponders the wreckage. "I don't suppose anyone here can fly up to inspect that for clues? I'm not very inclined to climb." ~ The Cogs ~ Pen IR'Embrace "Fly? No, not me. Maybe we could bring it down so we could get a better look. It doesn't look like it would take much to make it fall." Pen could probably hit it with a crossbow bolt. If they had any twine they could tie it on and use that to get some rope up there. There's just the little matter of getting out of the way before it falls. "Perhaps not." Streisand uses the pause to take a few gulps of wine from her flask to calm her nerves, glad to be taking back streets but still anxious about running into someone hunting her. Looking up at the wreckage to her, it looks like a jumble of twisted metal, a scavenger's dream and investigator's nightmare." I don't imagine there are many clues to the boys whereabouts up there." She doesn't spend long under wreckage and moves to a safe distance." No tricks up my sleeve, well not for this." I can't fly either. I could possibly knock it down if we needed to. Furthermore, I can't imagine he'd still be in there but if we need clues... Twinkletoes says with a bit of trepidation. "Let's take a look at the next spot kid, we might come back here later if we're stumped."

Ebberon 3.5_ Dark Streets and Clear Skies of Sharn (IC)|rating:3.0

[IC] Yet Another Dungeon Crawl

IOC Thread You stand in the ruins of a smallish (40x60 feet, maybe) church. Mostly, the church has been reduced to rubble, though here and there traces of the walls still remain. The only recognizable artifact here is a spiral staircase carved in the ground. Not far hence lies Sorbitol, a small town alone in the wilderness, from which you have just recently arrived. There had been tales of odd happenings here, and for whatever reason (whether fame, fortune, or pure goodwill) you came to investigate it.(If you would like more information as to the surroundings, just ask... otherwise, what do you do?) Detect Evil and glance around. Also, Knowledge (Religion) to attempt to identify what group this place belonged to (or do we know that already?)[roll]1d20+6[roll]Probably more once I get some sleep. Screwed up the roll, naturally. As I said: I need sleep.(1d20+6)[20] Studying the area for a bit, Kip combs the area over inch by inch for any clue of something secret. Spoiler Hide Search for any anomalies (1d20+3)[12] If nothing pops up, cast Detect Secret Doors for 3 rounds Debate (and everybody else), you do in fact automatically know a little bit about the place's background history: a few hundred years ago, the church used to be at the center of a settlement here. Time took its toll and the town disappeared, only the church's ruins remaining as a reminder of what the settlement used to be. I don't think this needs to be said amongst mature players, but please do not peek at the contents of others' spoilers - you're on your honor here. That, and the fact that cheating is a surefire way of ruining your own fun. :Debate:Spoiler Hide As you turn around, you do not detect the presence of any evil here. The church, as far as you can tell, wasn't designed for worship of any particular god, so much as just being a general worshiping place for the settlement's inhabitants. TheAmazingOP:Spoiler Hide You find a small scrap of dingy brown cloth on one of the tree saplings growing amongst the ruins, as well as a small spearhead lying amidst some tall grass. "Well,"Kip says to the group while gesturing to the spiral staircase, not finding anything of interest around the area,"Perhaps the more... sturdy of us should head down first." Silver glances around briefly and nods"Sounds like a plan, Kip." She heads to the staircase, pulling out her Morningstar. Spoiler Hide Projecting Power aura: every ally w/in 30 ft gains +1 on melee damage roller Vela draws her Flail and, keeping up her Detect Evil, heads in with Silver. Taking his time, he prepares a cautionary spell for the road ahead and follows last behind the others. Spoiler Hide Cast Mage Armor on self. Okay, what's your marching order? TheAmazingOP:Spoiler Hide Did you still want to cast Detect Secret Doors? I assumed you didn't, since you technically found a couple unusual things anyway. Silver will let Debate go first down the stairs. Last of the group. Spoiler Hide Nah, I should save my spells. Roll a Listen check, DC 10. The staircase goes down for about 15–20 feet. You emerge from it into a small (and very short) passage leading out diagonally into a small (30x30 foot) room. You're still all on the stairwell. Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[18] PS, on rolls like this, you can roll privately to speed things up On second thought, let me roll Listen checks for Silver and Vela, he. Velka:Spoiler Hide [roll]1d20+8 Silver:Spoiler Hide [roll]1d20+5 GRH, die-roll fail. Velka:Spoiler Hide (1d20+8)[15] Silver:Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[14] Right. You all hear the sound of goblins as you go down the stairs, meaning you aren't surprised when you see two goblins in the room at the end of the short hallway. Battlemap:Sgt;.- .------ .----g- .------ .--g--- .------ .----→ represents the downward staircase on which you are right now, - represents an empty (5-foot) square, and the two g's represent the goblins. The white periods in the battle map represent nothing at all - they're my replacement for a non-breaking space. The goblins turn toward the staircase and snarl at you. (Third post in a row, sorry. It may take me a little while to get into the swing of things.) Initiative rolls:Vela:(1d20+3)[22]Silver:(1d20+3)[22]Kip:(1d20+3)[16]Goblin 1:(1d20+1)[14](represented the by the red g on the battle map)Goblin 2:(1d20+1)[15](represented by the orangish g on the battle map)Initiative order: Vela, Silver, Kip, Goblin 2, Goblin 1 Yep, much better. Velka moves to the space just left of the red Goblin and bashes his head in.(1d20+2)[20](22)(1d8+3)[7](1d6)[5] CRT Confirmation:(1d20+2)[11](13)(1d8+3)[4] You do, in fact, bash the goblin's head in, good and solid. That was a quick first kill.{table]> | # | # | # | # | # | # | ## | - | # | # | # | # | # | ## | # | - | - | - | - | - | =# | # | - | - | - | - |g| -# | # | - | - | - | - | - | -# | # | - | V | - | - | - | -# | # | - | - | - | - | - | -# | # | = | - | - | - | - | -[/table]Once you enter the room, you also notice two doors indicated on the map by =. (The # indicate apparently impassable squares, most likely filled with solid stone or earth) Silver moves to the space just to left of the other goblin and whacks it with her Morningstar. Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+3)[18] damage: (1d8+4)[11] Another one bites the dust...{table]> | # | # | # | # | # | # | ## | - | # | # | # | # | # | ## | # | - | - | - | - | - | =# | # | - | - | - | S | & | -# | # | - | - | - | - | - | -# | # | - | V | & | - | - | -# | # | - | - | - | - | - | -# | # | = | - | - | - | - | -[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver camp; Corpse Vela inspects the weapon of the Goblin she killed. Silver goes to the northern door and listens. Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[7] Kip heads to the southern door and also listens through it. Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[11] Incidentally, Jeannie, the northern door actually leads east.Debate:Spoiler Hide The goblin was carrying a javelin and a dagger. Jeannie:Spoiler Hide You hear nothing. TheAmazingOP:Spoiler Hide You hear goblin voices in the bearish distance. She takes the Javelin, stows it away, readies her Flail, fires up Detect Evil and examines both doors (south first). If either door can't be penetrated with DE or gets no result, she will listen at it. Move Silently:(1d20+7)[18]Listen (South)(1d20+8)[13]Listen (East)(1d20+8)[17] With a hushed whisper, Kip relays the location of the goblins to his teammates. He then steps asides, letting the others go ahead in front of him. Debate:Spoiler Hide You don't detect any evil outside the doors. At the south door you hear fiendish goblin voices, and at the east door likewise. "I don't hear anything this way,"Silver whispers,"Which door do you guys want to take?" Vela reports her own findings as well, Goblins behind both doors, then quietly suggests the eastern door." Not that it really seems to matter yet..." Silver frowns slightly, then whispers,"Either is fine with me." Vela shrugs and opens the eastern door, attempting to do so silently. Sleight of Hand:(1d20+3)[21] Seeing as his allies are starting on the other side of the room, Kip shrugs and follows the others to the other door. A passageway goes on for 40 feet as you open the door.{table=head]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_1|>|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#2|#||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#3|#|#||||K|V|= | | | | | | | |4|#|#||||S|&||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#5|#|#|||||||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#6|#|#|||&||||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#7|#|#|||||||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#8|#|#|=||||||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver K Kip camp; Corpse EDIT: Also, I forgot to mention. About a few feet into the passageway, there looks like there's a sort of tunnel dug into the right wall. And at the end of the passageway, also on the right-hand side, you can vaguely see a door. The light's not good enough for you to really discern much else at this distance. Silver adjusts her grip on her mace, and takes her normal place between the paladin and the mage. Vela checks the hall for traps before moving on. Search:(1d20+6)[25] Debate:Spoiler Hide You don't find any. She moves slowly down the hallway. Move Silently: [roll]1d20+7[roll] Naturally...(1d20+7)[20] As you come nearer, you see that the passage actually turns left at the end.{table=head]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_1|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#2|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#3|>|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#4|#||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |5|#|#||||K|S|= | | | | ||V| |6|#|#|||||&||#|#| |#|#|#|#|=7|#|#|||||||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#8|#|#|||&||||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#9|#|#|||||||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#10|#|#|=||||||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver K Kip camp; Corpse Silver follows Vela, trying to be quiet. Move Silently:(1d20+1)[14] Shrugging his shoulders, Kip follows in the footsteps of his allies. Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[23] Vela Detects Evil and... You know what? She actually goes back to better inspect K-6. Still Detecting Evil though. The tunnel at K6 is actually tiny - a grown man could only traverse it on his hands and knees. You can't see where it leads, since at some point it curves, and you don't have line-of-sight to its destination. "Step aside, ladies,"Kip says, confidently striding through the small side tunnel. You go about 20 feet until you come to a significant bend in the passageway (the tunnel isn't entirely straight, of course, but this is an actual recognizable bend). The passage twists 45 degrees to your right, and goes on like that for what looks to you like maybe 60-ish feet. There's a very dim glimmer of light at the end of the passage.{table=head]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_1|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#2|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#3|>|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#4|#||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |5|#|#|||| | |= | | | | |S|V| |6|#|#|||||&||#|#| |#|#|#|#|=7|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#8|#|#|||&||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#9|#|#|||||||#|#| K|#|#|#|#|#10|#|#|=||||||#| |#|#|#|#|#|#11|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#|#12|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|...|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver K Kip camp; Corpse Kip heads toward the light far enough so he can see what's inside. 20 feet later, you only see a cave wall out in front of you. Kip searches for anything of purpose in the tunnel. Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[22] You don't find anything of interest. Originally Posted by Jonas By the way, is there anything in particular Vela and Silver want to do while Kip's exploring the tunnel? "Got any (1d13)[6]s?" Silver watches and listens to Kip, ready to follow if there are any signs of trouble." Velka, keep an eye out in that direction,"she whispers, pointing east. Does Kip see where the light is coming from? Nope, Kip can't see where the light is coming from. Ok, Kip will keep moving through the tunnel, stopping when something interesting pops up. Spoiler Hide Assuming that you decided to skip the Detect Secret Doors and instead decided to keep going through the tunnel Kip goes another 20 feet. Secret DM-y rolls:Spoiler Hide Kip Listen Check: (1d20+5)[20] Silver Listen Check: (1d20+5)[19] Vela Listen Check: (1d20+8)[21] Okay. Kiop:Spoiler Hide You hear scrabbling sounds, faintly but unmistakeably. They sound relatively far away. Silver and Vela:Spoiler Hide You hear the clatter of footsteps and goblin voices from in front of you and to the left ('north-east' of you on the map). They seem to be coming this way. Vela moves to O-5 and readies an attack on the first Evil creature to show up.(1d20+2)[1](3)(1d8+3)[6](1d6)[6] Silver moves to K5 and waves her arm, trying to get Kip's attention." Kiop, you may want to get back here, we may need your magic." Longing to finish the passageway, Kip sighs and heads back out to support his allies. {table=head]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_1|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#2|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#3|>|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#4|#||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |5|#|#|||| | |= | | |S| |||V|6|#|#|||||&||#|#| |#|#|#|#|=7|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#8|#|#|||&||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#9|#|#|||||||#|#| K|#|#|#|#|#10|#|#|=||||||#| |#|#|#|#|#|#11|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#|#12|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|...|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver K Kip camp; Corpse DM rolls:Spoiler Hide Kip's listen check: (1d20+5)[14] Slide/VelkaSpoiler Hide The voices and footsteps come nearer - they sound like they're very close to you now. Silver tightens her grip on her mace, waiting for whoever the voices belong to show up. {table=head]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_1|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#2|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#3|>|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#4|#||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |5|#|#|||| | |= | | |S| |||V|6|#|#|||||&||#|#|K |#|#|#|#|=7|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#8|#|#|||&||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#9|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#10|#|#|=||||||#| |#|#|#|#|#|#11|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#|#12|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|...|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver K Kip camp; Corpse You all hear a door open, over where 'north-east' is on the map. That is, in front of you and to your left. You now unmistakeably hear goblin voices, very close by. DM rolls:Spoiler Hide Kip unit:(1d20+3)[23] Vela unit: (1d20+3)[19] Silver unit: (1d20+3)[23] G1 unit: (1d20+1)[15] G2 unit: (1d20+1)[10] Weasel unit: (1d20+2)[14] Okay, Silver moves first, then Kip, then Vela. Silver casts Bless.(Her and her allies get +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saving throws vs fear.) Mentally slapping himself on the head for forgetting about the needed until it was too late, Kip casts mage armor on Silver. {table=head]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_1|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#2|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#3|>|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#4|#||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |5|#|#|||| | |= | | |S| |||V|G6|#|#|||||&||#|#|K |#|#|#|#|=7|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#8|#|#|||&||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#9|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#10|#|#|=||||||#| |#|#|#|#|#|#11|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#|#12|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|...|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver K Kip G Goblin 1 camp; Corpse DM-y rolls. Spoiler Hide Vela Attack roll: (1d20+4)[23] Damage: (1d8+2)[4] Goblin attack roll: (1d20+1)[12] Goblin damage: (1d6)[6] A goblin pops into view. Vela slashes it across the chest - its panicked retort misses her by a long shot. {table=head]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_1|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#2|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#3|>|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#4|#||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|W|5|#|#|||| | |= | | |S| |||V|G6|#|#|||||&||#|#|K |#|#|#|#|=7|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#8|#|#|||&||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#9|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#10|#|#|=||||||#| |#|#|#|#|#|#11|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#|#12|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|...|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver K Kip G Goblin 1 W Weasel camp; Corpse DM-y rolls. Spoiler Hide Weasel attack roll: (1d20+4)[18] Damage: (1d3-4)[-3] A weasel also pops up beside the goblin, sinking its sharp little teeth into Vela's leg (dealing 1 damage). You hear some footsteps about from where the goblin and weasel came, and a goblin voice says a word or two. Velka:Spoiler Hide The goblin doesn't say anything interesting, only a goblin curse word. Unless, of course, you happen to find goblin swear words interesting. Same initiative order: Silver, then Kip, then Vela. It's Silver's turn now. Dropping her mace, Silver pulls out and loads her sling. Stepping behind Silver, Kip focuses for a bit and then shoots an orb at the goblin as best as he can with his allies in the way. Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[22] (1d3)[2] Vela continues to bash at the Goblin in front of her.(1d20+2)[5](7)(1d8+3)[7]EDIT:Probably doesn't matter, but that attack roll should be +3, not +2. Silver looses a sling bullet at the goblin. Attack: (1d20)[9]. (+3attack bonus +1 for bless -4 for shooting into melee = 0) Damage: (1d4+3)[6] and reloads her sling. Edit: oops, out of turn. {table=head]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_1|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#2|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#3|>|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#4|#||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|g|5|#|#|||| | |= | |K|S| |||V|&W6|#|#|||||&||#|#| |#|#|#|#|=7|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#8|#|#|||&||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#9|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#10|#|#|=||||||#| |#|#|#|#|#|#11|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#|#12|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|...|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver K Kip g Goblin 2 W Weasel camp; Corpse DM-y rolls. Spoiler Hide Weasel attack roll: (1d20+4)[16] Damage: (1d3-4)[-1] G2 attack roll: (1d20+2)[21] G2 damage: (1d6)[5] Kip's acid splash downs the goblin, Vela's hasty attack misses, the weasel moves over a little to attack Vela and misses, and another goblin takes its place, hitting her for 5 damage. Spoiler Hide Taking my turn at the correct time, same as before, but attacking the weasel (I'll keep the same rolls) Pulling out his crossbow, Kip takes a gander at hitting the weasel. Spoiler Hide (1d20+1)[17] (taking into account -4) (1d8)[8] Vela takes a 5' step to P-5 and lashes out at the P-4 Goblin.(1d20+3)[18](21)(1d8+3)[10] {table=head]_|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_|G_|H_|I_|J_|K_|L_|M_|N_|O_|P_| Q_1|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|||2|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|||3|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|||4|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| | |5|>|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|=|#6|#||#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|&|#7|#|#|||| | |= | |K|S| ||||MTV|#8|#|#|||||&||#|#| |#|#|#|#|=|#9|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#10|#|#|||&||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#11|#|#|||||||#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#12|#|#|=||||||#| |#|#|#|#|#|#|#13|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#| |#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#14|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|...|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#|#[/table]Map Key:Spoiler Hide # Impassable - Empty square Sgt; Downwards staircase = Door V Vela S Silver K Kip g Goblin 2 W Weasel camp; Corpse DM-y rolls. Spoiler Hide None! Kip's crossbow bolt takes down the weasel and Vela smashes in the head of the other goblin. There's an open door where the goblins and the weasel just came from - it looks like it leads to a room, but the wall on the opposite side of the door is only 10 feet away from the door. The door itself is decorated with four skulls (each with designs crudely painted onto them with black paint) hanging from it on a string. Vela turns back towards the hole in the wall. 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Unknown DM-y rolls. Spoiler Hide None! As Kip reaches the end of the tunnel, he comes upon a cave. To the 'south' there's a wide tunnel tapering off somewhere unclear. To the north', there's another tunnel going off somewhere unclear, and there's another tunnel to the southeast, which Kip can't see into at all. The light is coming from another upwards-leading tunnel to the 'southwest'. There are scrabbling sounds to Kip's north and south.(The battle map given is only a rough approximation of the uneven cave wall, by the way.) Hearing the scrabbling sounds, Kip calls for backup." I might need some help here!" Silver heads down the tunnel, crawling if she needs to. 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Unknown DM-y rolls. Spoiler Hide None! What do you all do now? "North and south are where sounds are coming from. I say we should take them out first before we head on." With that, Kip moves out of the tunnel into the southeastern corner in order to let his allies through and keep himself from being flanked. When she is able, Vela moves past Kip to the nearest doorway, glances around with DE and whispers:"Let me take a look first. Kip my friend; do you have any spells that would silence a door?" Silver follows Vela in "Unfortunately not. All I can do is create more noise. 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Unknown DM-y rolls. Spoiler Hide Initiative: Kip: (1d20+3)[13] Vela: (1d20+3)[18] Silver: (1d20+3)[17] Weasel 1: (1d20+2)[13] Weasel 2: (1d20+2)[21] Weasel 3: (1d20+2)[20] You see that the south tunnel stretches out for about 20 feet and ends in a room with three weasels. You still can't see where the east tunnel leads. Or the north tunnel, for that matter. Initiative: Weasel 2, Weasel 3, Vela, Silver, Kip, Weasel 1. None of the weasels appear aware of your presence. "Yes, that should work. At the far end of the hall." Kip casts ghost sound at where he is directed. Heard at the end of the hall is, in a very irritatingly high-pitched voice, "Hey arseweasels! Over here!" Spoiler Hide Really sorry for the delay. 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Unknown DM-y rolls. Spoiler Hide W1 check: (1d20+1)[17](18) W2 check: (1d20+1)[13](14) W3 check: (1d20+1)[1](2) The weasels gather around the source of the sound, looking around curiously. Silver switches to her Vigor aura Spoiler Hide Fast healing up to 1/2 max hp Vela attempts to sneak up behind W1 for a silent kill.(1d20+7)[11](1d20+2)[10](12)(1d8+3)[8](1d6)[6]

[IC] Yet Another Dungeon Crawl|rating:3.0

The Universe Is Broken (3.5, gestalt)

The Chief seems nervous. Something seems to be on his mind. When he sees you, he says:“Hello, members of the town. You have all heard about the way the world has been apparently cursed. The citizens are scared of what could happen if this continues, so I have gathered you here to request your assistance. This is what we need you for.“One week ago, the town sent out an exploration party to the Southern Wilderness, across the Great River, in the aim of finding new areas that might not be cursed. However, we instead found a patch in space where the curse appears to have started from. Our explorers found a grove in the forest where the air was rippling like water, and the elements had gone wild. Several of our best warriors caught on fire like a torch and vanished.“We don’t know what happened after that. The one man who came back was babbling, and that was all we could get out of him before he disappeared. One moment he was there, the next there were ashes and his tent was on fire. What we need all of you to do is to find the same grove and look at what is happening. You will be bringing our best mage, Halos Allan, with you. He thinks this might be a harmless rip in space that can be repaired, so he wishes to inspect it.“All of you are here for different reasons. Mash, you are here to be the leader in the group. Consider this part of your training to become the future Chief.“Married, your insight and ability with unarmed combat is unrivalled among even the most devout. You are favored by the gods, and that advantage will be necessary to come out alive.“Ran Anna, you are also favored by the gods, but in combat with a blade. We know this because your skills with a blade are comparable to those of the gods and your sword seems to have very powerful divine and magical abilities.“Semi, you appear old, but you have wisdom, perception, and, more importantly, a kind heart. For this adventure, I suggest that you cast off your guise and use your true abilities. This might be your greatest adventure.“If you wish to do this, Halos will shift you to the other side of the river, and you may begin. On your return, you will be rewarded with twenty wagons of gold and five wagon of gems each.” You all accept the challenge, because if you don’t, there is no campaign.“In that case- Halos?” A young man suddenly appears in the space in front of you, not making a sound. He mutters a very consonant-heavy phrase and all of you vanish and appear on the shore of a raging river, facing over the river towards the town you were in just a moment ago. Behind you is the deep forest. Halos has already turned around and is flying over the ground, the trees and vines parting in front of him like grass in the wind. You follow him on foot. When you set up camp for the night, you hear strange noises. All of you gradually fall asleep, except for Mash and Semi. Mash is sleeping outside. Semi has been pretending to be asleep. Just as you are Mash is about to drift off to sleep, a large nonhuman figure wrapped in leathery skin and flames barrels into the camp, setting the tents where you are sleeping and the backpacks that contain supplies. Surprise Round:Participants: Mash, Semi, Enemy Initiative Rolls:Semi: 32Enemy: 26Meishu: 16Marrik: 16 The old rag picker and friend to the children nods at the chief's speech. A seeming ripple washes over him. The older gentleman is replaced with a younger man clad in the same raven feathered leathers (now new looking nice instead of ragged), bearing his patchwork bag and carrying a short sword and crossbow. He is plain to look at but moves with a fluid grace. You could swear that his shadow is moving just a half a heartbeat slower than he is. Well, I guess that I will have to carry on this charade another time. No quiet life for me eh? He grins easily and nods to the chief and the others, his face may be different, but he is the same person he always was.----------------------That evening Semi leans back against his bag and rests his eyes. When the burning figure bursts into the clearing he clearly is surprised as his shadow and him jump (in separate directions?) then promptly vanish. Spoiler Hide HP:132 AC: 28 Initiative: (1d20+12)[32] Free spot (1d20+25)[30] and listen checks (1d20+20)[21] Action: Activate Vanishing (MIC p15) and the tumble away around to the left and rear of the enemy drawing short sword as I do so. Tumble (auto-succeed 30) Semi wants to stay 15-20 ft away or so. Looking at the creature from behind his invisibility, Semi thinks about how similar the creature is to the bats back in the town. Wait... these don't look like bats... they look more like devils. Evil creatures, all of them. Just like the crazy churches talk about in the town. The devil seems confused. It looks around for its missing prey and suddenly the ground underneath Semi erupts in a huge fireball. Spoiler Hide DC 21 Reflex Save to avoid. Suddenly a paralyzing fear strikes both of you, and you feel overcome with the terror of this enemy. Spoiler Hide DC 27 Will save to avoid fear effect. Mash still needs to roll initiative. Looking at her bonus, I am pretty sure she will act after all the others. Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+6)[16] Will Save: (1d20+17)[32] A shiver runs down Mash's spine as he jumps to his feet in surprise. He instinctively summons flaming whip to use to protect himself, but with his enemy already aflame he's unsure of its effectiveness. Now prepared, he calls to the sleeping others"Everybody up!". Actions:Spoiler Hide Move Action: rise from prone Move Action: Summon Fire whip (Take 10 bending check) Semi shudders as a strange kind of fear rolls over him-not icy cold, but burning hot. In the back of his mind, he wonders this doesn't make sense before he instinctively rolls out of the way of a sudden explosion. Parts of the summoned flame whip are breaking off and running toward the enemy, who seems to be energized by the flames. The other members of the party are woken up, including Halos, who takes one look at the creature and shouts:It's a detonates Micronesia pit fiend! Cancel the fire in your hand! Turn it off now! It is fire, your attack will only help it! Then the air around Halos glows, there is the sound of a scream, and Halos disappears with a soft sigh. You get the feeling that it wasn't on purpose. Spoiler Hide Now for the pit fiend's move action (the fear effect was a free action, and the fireball was quickened). The fiend raises its hands, as if it is trying to lift a great load. The air around starts blazing, and the outlines of several smaller devils appear, before suddenly fading. The fiend seems to be surprised, and gestures again, to no effect. Spoiler Hide summon devil, unfortunately failed for an unknown reason. "Will lightning do the trick?"he asks in return.((The whip will dissipate on my next action if I don't use a free action to maintain it.)) Mash looks around, but Halos is not there. His gut instinct tells him that lightning should do fine, though. Parts of the pit fiend's fiery cloak split off and spiral out, aiming for the still bodies of the rest of the party. Attack Ran Anna(1d20+18)[32]Full Concealment (50% miss chance)MISS Attack Mash(1d20+18)[20]MISS Attack Married(1d20+18)[26]MISS Attack Ran Anna (again)(1d20+18)[32]Full Concealment (50% miss chance)MISS Spoiler Hide Cast Meteor Swarm as spell-like ability. BTW, both attacks on Ran Anna missed because of the 50% miss chance. I used the forum dice roller, but then it messed up. This is the party's positions. DAMAGE TAKEN:Ran Anna (no save), Married (no save), Mash (DC 27 Ref Save):(6d6)[21]Federal Anna (no save), Married (no save), Mash + Semi (DC 27 Ref Save):(6d6)[25]Federal Anna (no save), Married (no save), Mash + Semi (DC 27 Ref Save):(6d6)[20]Federal Anna (no save), Married (no save), Mash (DC 27 Ref Save):(6d6)[21]Fire Ouch. Totaled up for Ran Anna and Married, that's 87 Fire damage each. Mash he failed his saves, but he has Fire Resistance 5, so he took 82. Semi made both his save. Also, the others should roll initiative. * post roll count doesn't match database Reflex Save #1:(1d20+12)[19](Fail)Reflex Save #2:(1d20+12)[13](Fail)((Is that fire damage? I have resisted fire 5, so I take 77 then. Also, I do threaten it with my whip, can I take an AOO?)) Yes, you can take an AOO. And 87-5=82, not 77. In response to your signature, you are an elemental manipulate/explorer. AOO:(1d20+22)[30](Edit: miscalculation on sheet, should be +27, hitting AC 35)Damage:(11d6+9)[42], half fire, half slashing.((Probably a miss anyway, but worth trying.)) Spoiler Hide 16 on Initiative Mash swings wide with his attack, unfortunately missing completely. Originally Posted by Region DAMAGE TAKEN: Ran Anna (no save), Married (no save), Mash (DC 27 Ref Save): (d20+5)[17] Fire Ran Anna (no save), Married (no save), Mash + Semi (DC 27 Ref Save): [roll1] Fire Ran Anna (no save), Married (no save), Mash + Semi (DC 27 Ref Save): [roll2] Fire Ran Anna (no save), Married (no save), Mash (DC 27 Ref Save): [roll4] Fire Ouch. Totaled up for Ran Anna and Married, that's 87 Fire damage each. Mash he failed his saves, but he has Fire Resistance 5, so he took 82. Semi made both his save. Also, the others should roll initiative. Actually, Ran has Fire Resist 10, so he only takes770. Sorry I'm so late to the party. I lost my invitation, i.e. subscription to this thread. Here's my initiative.(d20+5)[17]Oh, wait, those attacks missed me? Awesome. Very awesome. ((For some reason I thought I was only supposed to do two saving throws there, so I guess I should roll the other two. And my resistance applies to each of the four individually, so it takes off 20 (initially I thought it was 2 attacks, so I took off only 10).)) Other 2 reflex saves:(1d20+12)[32]Success(1d20+12)[13]Fail57 total after resistances. Ran left up from his sleep to barely avoid being blasted by fiery streams. He wasn't sure at first what was happening, but all it took was one whiff of the air, and he knew right away the scent of evil that lingered in the air. His temper flared for a moment as he grabbed his sword. He burst outside only to come face to face with a Put Fiend, a being of utter evil and the most perverse manipulations imaginable." Foul devil! Be gone from this plane!" Ral reached out and tried to touch the fiend, channeling a powerful spell to try and wound the creature greatly. Spoiler Hide Ok, so, Ran is now here, and ready to kick ass. Is this acceptable? If so, then he will step outside the tent as his move action and then as a standard action cast Harm on the Pit Fiend. Roll to hit with touch attack: (d20+19)[22] If he hits, he deals 150 points of negative energy damage, Will save 19 for half. This spell cannot reduce him to less than 1. Spoiler Hide I forgot to roll for spell resistance. Let's hope I am lucky. (d20+15)[30] Dammit. Ok, plan B. Hit it with sword until it dies. Your attack hits it straight on. It rears in pain, and you can see the edges of the fiend wavering, as if you are seeing it through water, though you are not sure whether it is because of the heat or something else. Spoiler Hide No comment. HP=225-75=150 HP left. (it made it's safe.) Spoiler Hide Freaking Sweet. Well, for my next turn, whenever that is, Ran will use his second favorite maneuver, Ancient Mountain Hammer. Ran could feel the fiery beast's anger as he burned it with his furious wraith. He gripped his blade and brought it crashing down, aimed at the Pit Fiend's head. This attack rarely needed a follow-up. Spoiler Hide Ancient Mountain Hammer To Hit: (d20+20)[27] Damage: (14d6+3)[2][4][2][6][5][6][4][5][2][5][4][2][5][3](58) Notes: My sword is holy, my maneuver ignores all DR, and I also deal an extra 1d6 of fire I'm not even rolling because they are immune to fire. Edit: Well balls. This dice roller hates me. Seeing his enemy weakened brings hope to Mash. As his whip fades into nothing, he takes a few steps backwards to distance himself from the flaming monster. With swift and fluid motions, Mash forms up the energies needed to launch his most devastation attack, releasing a bolt of lightning from his palm at the end. Spoiler Hide Free Action 5' Step away from Pit Fiend (to 2-5) Standard Action Quickened bending using Coldblooded Fire (DC 45+10). Take 10 on bending check = 71. Ranged Touch: (1d20+20)[26], damage: (30d6)[109] electric. Semi simply curls up in a little invisible ball whimpering. Married sneaks away from the demon, and calls upon the blessings of ZodalSpoiler Hide move 10 feet back out of range and cast Cure Critical Wounds, Mass 4d8+16 [41] Mash's lightning bolt passes through the devil, appearing to be harmless. Then the air around the pit fiend shudders and the lightning bolt reverses, coming back the other way, burning a smoking hole through the fiend. Spoiler Hide 150-109=41. Never thought he'd go down this fast. When Married casts his spell, rays of light shoot from his hands, illuminating the dark grove. The light seems to refract off of thousands of invisible mirrors, before sinking into the other characters with a soft sigh. Spoiler Hide The round's over. You need to mark down damage on your own character sheets. Next round begins now: Semi simply stays curled up in a little invisible ball whimpering. Regaining his composure, Ran slowed his breathing. This battle had his heart racing, for it is not every day that one faces down a fiend of the 9 Hell's. He stepped forward, pressing his attack, preparing to finish his foe with his Finishing Move. Spoiler Hide Attack Roll: (d20+20)[29] Damage Roll: (14d6)[50] Edit: Duh, I forgot to factor in Blade Meditation, Weapon Focus, Specialization, and Greater Weapon Focus. To hit should 32, damage should be 52! All damage is holy. Ran misses. Spoiler Hide I think. Unless it's a touch attack. The devil looks around, and bounds off into the distance. Looking after it, you notice that it's outline is becoming more and more blurry, until, with a shudder, it disappears. Spoiler Hide Don't worry, all of your attacks still hit. It's just not dead yet. Spoiler Hide I'm going to consider that as if you beat him. The fear effect is now over. EXP is divided up as: 27000/4=6750 6750x2=13500. Add it all up. No level ups, but you're on the fast track to a higher level. Halos stares, and laughs." A pit fiend? Those are supposed to be-"He looks down at his feet in shame." Sorry about not helping there. I was rather terrified. Guess that's just how this goes, huh? Anyway, I am completely sure that this is a planar rift. Devils like that donotbelong in our world. Want to head back now?" Originally Posted by Region Halos stares, and laughs. "A pit fiend? Those are supposed to be-" He looks down at his feet in shame. "Sorry about not helping there. I was rather terrified. Guess that's just how this goes, huh? Anyway, I am completely sure that this is a planar rift. Devils like that do not belong in our world. Want to head back now?" "We should keep moving. No telling how many more of Hell's legions might be waiting for a chance to attack us." Ral cleaned his sword, more out of habit that need, and sheathed it. He tapped into the magic that flowed through his veins and calmed himself. He slowed his breathing again and craned his neck to the side. It was going to be one ofthoseadventures. "Ran is right. We can't be going back." Meishu took a moment to think before continuing." Is everyone well enough rested to move on?" "Well, praise be that we made it. Who requires aid"Married seeks those who need some healing and restore them through the faith in his god. Spoiler Hide pm me how much healing you need, I have a bad connection and can't read sheets easily Halos raises an eyebrow." So you're saying that youwantto head through the portal to wherever this leads? Because if you do, I have some supplies that you'll need." Oh, I'm not offering my services, I just don't want to head through that portal. Not a chance. In fact, I'm leaving right now." There is a flash of light, and he vanishes. Then there is another flash of light, and he reappears." The town is gone! Vanished! I tried to cry to locate its position, and I saw it, but the surroundings were different! They're in some sort of valley!" We can't head back. My teleport spell requires you to have been there before, and we have not been to wherever the town is now." We have to head through that portal tomorrow. Rest up. We travel through the portal at dawn." Spoiler Hide Remember, it's still around midnight. Spell casters, rest up, because tomorrow is going to be action-packed! By the way, I will post again tomorrow. It's over for today. Also, did any of you notice that all of us were online at the same time for about an hour today? We got a fair amount done. Good job. Ran rubbed his eyes and yawned as the man disappeared. He figured that the cowardly mage would return in the morning, ready to try again. He turned to go back to bed when Halos reappeared. Ran listened in disbelief." All gone? By the gods this day gets worse and worse." He grabbed his sword and headed to bed." I suggest we all get some sleep. This sounds like the beginning of a long journey." Semi rolls over and uncurls a moment after he rappers still curled into a fetal ball. He heaves a sigh of relief and gets to his feet. He dusts himself of calling the sword to his hand and sheathing it. My apologies gentlemen, the aura of mystical fear he projected overcame me. I think we will need to be better prepared for such surprises. He smiles sheepishly then turns serious for a moment. Might I suggest that in the future, we rotate watches as best possible. I also need to adjust my own thinking and warn the rest of you if we are to be attacked. I am so used to acting alone that warning others was last on my mind. For myself I need, but a couple of hours sleep every day and am most likely the best prepared to act in the dark and be aware of oncoming dangers. He shrugs and looks around the area.EDIT: -ninja'd-When Halos reappears Semi pales, Ah, the kids, he says lamely this is now even more important. Upon hearing the news from Halos, a single tear runs down Mash's cheek. He wanders away from the others, not far, but enough to show he needs to mourn by himself. With a wave of his hand, water formed about his hand. He then touched his wound, allowing to water to seep in, the burnt skin healing as the water passed. Spoiler Hide I'm assuming there's water nearby. Don't need a lot. Using Healing Water. Waterbed DC 20. Take 10 = 10+31+2(circumstance bonus at night)+5 (circumstance bonus for taking my time) = 47 27 above DC = 5 extra d6 healed (6d6+1)[18] healed. After a few minutes of solitude, Mash returns to the group." We rest here tonight, head into the portal tomorrow. I have taken care of my own wounds and can help Married with anyone else who needs it. I only need two hours rest, so someone needs to take the first watch and I can cover the rest of the night." Halos utters a short laugh." Everyone, please. There is no need for a watch. Observe." He gestures and space ripples around him. When the space calms, you are in a large room, with five luxury beds next to a window that gazes out on the forest they were just in. You notice a large ornate door which is ajar, beyond it, you see a large hallway and more doors." It's not as big as the Mage's Accommodations back in town, but it will do. There are probably twenty thousand square feet of living space. I guess you thought I was just a useless mage, eh?" He sinks down onto one of the beds, and starts snoring softly. Spoiler Hide Everyone please remember that just because you can't find the town doesn't mean that everyone in the town is dead. Far from it. Semi chuckles as the space alters around him. Either way, I am no spell caster so allow me to share the last few watches, I do not need but a few hours. With that he will move to one of the bunks and lay down, falling into a quiet sleep very quickly. DAY TWO The next day, all of you gradually wake up, to see the light filtering in through the massive entrance panel. Each of you walk through it, and emerge in the same grove you were in last night. Somehow, the trees have regrown after the pit fiend burned them down. Odd." Excuse me, keep moving, right?" Heibos makes his way through the dense underbrush, carving a path for the rest of you. You notice large clawed footprints near, probably from the pit demon last night. Finally, you arrive at a massive pit. A fair ways down is the portal; a semitransparent red and orange ripple in space." As I thought. The portal is situated underground. From the level of exposure and contamination outside, it should be about forty feet straight down. We'll have to jump." He looks back at you for guidance." Are Rousseau want to do this?" Suddenly, the earth rumbles beneath you, and the portal beneath you grows much larger. You all feel unbalanced, and you nearly tumble into the pit. Heibos screams "I should never have agreed to this" and tumbles down. There is another shudder, and the earth erupts like a miniature volcano. Reacting, all of you jump into the pit. There is a brief flash of light, and then nothing. The silence is interrupted by Semi:"Why does it smell like brimstone?" All of you gradually regain sight. When you open your eyes, it seems like you are all partly transparent, lying in a small crater. The surrounding air is smoky and hot, and you all feel like there is a strong scent of evil in the air." Let's get away from here," Halos says. He peeks over a rock and gasps." Stay down!" he hisses. "There are six pit fiends here, lower down-oh, this is a mountain!- and these are much bigger than the one we saw. These are maybe forty feet tall. They look rather similar."" Get to the point!" Ran Anna whispers." We can't go back until they leave. I'm going to try and distract them." He mutters a very long spell, and the earth rumbles for the third time today. Parts of the mountain break off underneath the larger pit fiends and wrap around the pit fiends, choking them. The largest devil looks around, before yelling something in a very guttural language. The rocks crumble to dust, and the rock underneath you lifts you up into the air. Heibos mutters: "Reversed magic? But that's impossible!" before growing limp in the crushing rock. The devils are advancing towards you, and the largest seems to emit an aura of power. The smaller devils are flying around to surround you. Spoiler Hide DC 25 STR check to break out of the rock. You can still cast spells. INITIATIVE32 Pit Fiend #128 Shemmi25 Pit Fiend #22322 Klurichir (leader)18 Pit Fiend #316 Pit Fiend #4 Semi shakes his head muttering quietly to himself Oh, boy. Here we go again. As the stone begins to overtake him Semi struggles and lithely twists free. Spoiler Hide See IOC for escape artist check. Full round action to do so. Semi lithely slides out of the rocky trap. He gets the impression that the devils were aiming for power, not finesse, when they returned the spell. He's pretty sure that they don't see him yet. Sighing, Married realizes he has little chance of escaping. He reaches into his pouch, holds aloft a tiny fragment of cloth encased in a reliquary, and invokes the protection of his faith. Spoiler Hide Cast Holy Aura on entire party, +4 Deflection +4 on all saves 25 SR against evil spells/spells cast by evil creatures If an evil creature succeeds on melee attack, DC 27 Fort save or blind Ran will cast Righteous Might, making him a size category larger, giving him a +8 to strength, and +4 natural armor bonus. As he grows, he gets a chance to break free from the rock surrounding him. If he fails, he doesn't grow anymore, but he keeps the spells bonuses. Strength Check:(d20+8)[9] Unable to break free, Mash turns to away from his companions placing a hand on part of the rock wall." I suggest keeping your distance from me. I'm going to try to melt this part of the wall, making a whole to allow us to escape." As he speaks the rock begins to glow red. Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+6)[25] Using Incandescence with Intensity. DC 65 (Take 10!) for 6d6 damage. 5' cube of stone melts after 20 damage. (6d6)[18] Lt;- apparently I get a huge bonus to fire bending (+50). So add 5d6 more to this. It's enough to melt it without rolling anymore. The biggest of the devils utters a short throat-based noise that seems to reverberate in the air. You all wonder what is happening, before you all black out. Spoiler Hide Sorry for cutting the combat short so soon, but I just realized something. You should ask yourself something: where's Halos? When you recover, you see Halos standing over you with a concerned look in his eye." The devils bit you, and you might be infected. Mind if I heal you? He mutters something to himself, and a thick slimy black liquid flows out of your arms, through the air, and into a small pool on the ground beside Halos." Devil slime. Very toxic. It kills you, then reanimates you as an undead. Takes about ten minutes to set in. You all feel fine?" You all look quizzically at Halos." We were all knocked out by an enhanced stun spell. My magic automatically awakened me, and I blasted all the devils with a release of the dimensional lag built up by the accumulation of our bending the barriers-never mind. I cast a spell to give us a shelter, and here we are. Underneath a lava stream, which is being redirected over us to form a shelter. Any questions?" "Interesting, I wonder if I could cleanse it"Married mutters. He then thinks a minute, stares at Halos oddly." Wait, when did you get so powerful? Shouldn't it have been safe for you to be here with so much power?" He looks down nervously. "I studied for a very long time, probably a couple of hundred years, under the old guild master, but I don't have his courage. I prefer to study, and I don't know very many combat spells. The one I used to eliminate the devils was just releasing all the energy that we dragged along with us when we went through that portal, redirected to hit them." You all look at him oddly." What? The Chief told you I was powerful. Right?" You all look at him oddly (again). Semi again shakes his head Oh boy. He says with a sigh. Anyways, what are we going to be doing now? We cannot hide here forever. A very long time no doubt, but not forever. There is a town and even whole world that needs saving, and we happen to be the ones first up for saving it. What is going to be our next step? Halos stares." What do you mean, they need our saving? They aren't in any danger. Their new location doesn't seem to be anywhere near a rift, and the devils can't invade our world because I used the energy of the portal we came through to blow up the devils. The only people who are in danger is us. We're in incredibly hostile territory, and we are surrounded by devils who could crush-"He looks around, guilty." Mostof us in half a second. We need to find another portal to get back to our world. Anyone have any suggestions? I can send out a crying spell to locate redoubled quasi planar- other rifts." Since when do I know where the town is? I know that it is gone, beyond that I know little. I am no mage, and you have explained next to nothing. That is all beyond the point, we need to get out of here. Shemmi points to the ground, indicating their current predicament. How are we going to get out of here? "Semi, I explained that the town had found another location. I do not know why or how, I just know that it is safe."" One option is to try to find another rift that is open, and jump through it. Another option is to head to the devil's capital city, if they have one, and talk to the political leader to convince them to help." You all stare at him oddly." Or...maybe not. We try to find another rift, then? I'll send out a crying spell." A wave of pulsing energy blasts out from him. A couple of seconds later, it returns, converging on him. He opens his eyes." There is another portal approximately 228.65 miles away from here. If we account for traveling inaccuracy, there would be approximately four hundred devils that could hurt us very badly. Under cover of darkness, though, it probably wouldn't be an issue. Anyone have a problem with this?" "The simplest way for us to return would be to merely wait a day. I could then ask Modal for a planar teleportation,"Married says calmly." Unless the other way would be quicker?" "200 and some odd miles of travel would not be quicker. If you don't know why or how the town is safe, then you are just assuming. That isn't enough. We need to know." "I suppose... but the planar rift seems so much safer. There's no planar distortion or warping in the area whatsoever. I can get us there in about two hours." Semi shifts nervously Let's go then. "Two hours? So be it. We try it your way then. Married, if we aren't there by the time you are ready with your suggestion then we'll have a go at it as you suggest. In the meantime, Halos, how do we proceed?" Halos smiles." Okay then. Let's move. I'm going to cast a teleport spell that will seem instantaneous to us, but will actually take about two hours. Haibrikrio!" The world appears to crystallize around you, before reforming into a small ledge on the side of a cliff. A path leads up to a plateau. The area seems oddly humid, and you soon see the reason why. There is a small waterfall crashing down from a point in space. You can't actually see the rift, though." That's the place," Halos says. "Everyone hold on to me. Water is coming out this end, so on the other end we are going to come out underwater, and we'll have to swim fast enough to not get sucked back through the rift. Understand?" You all grab on, and he effortlessly flies up to the beginning of the freestanding waterfall. There is a flash, and you see water. Lots of water. Halos's voice reverberates in your heads:Go towards the surface! You all swim up to what seems like the surface, but there is no air, just another current of slightly differently-colored water. Some of you are starting to drown, but Halos waves his hand and air bubbles collect around you to give you a place to breathe. Somehow, you are standing inside an air bubble, and it feels like jello beneath your feet. Heibos mutters "This wasn't how it was supposed to work" and starts muttering quietly to himself. Semi squats beginning to wring out the soaked cloak hate water. He says a little sullenly. He looks around them with a raised eyebrow, examining their new predicament.spot(1d20+25)[31]listen(1d20+20)[23] You see the water flowing around and around. You notice it seems to be spiraling down, possibly to another rift. Outside the bubble, you see many large fishlike creatures moving through the water. You see one, slowly moving through the water, propelled by several massive sacs full of water that propel it forward. You see a swarm of small, tiny snakelike creature slip through the water, quickly puncturing the massive creature's sacs and devouring it to nothing. Heibos turns back to you, holding several tiny tubes." I've just enchanted these to turn the water into air that you can breathe. If you speak through it, it should allow us to hear you speaking. You put them in your mouth. Any questions before we try to find another rift?" "Well, at least it's water. That's an improvement." Marrik grabs one of the tubes and places it in his mouth (or however they're supposed to be held). He then prepares to follow the others. Semi takes one of the tubes and looks at the mage. Really!? This is where you brought us to now? Weren't we supposed to be going back to our home dimension or something? He says with a raised eyebrow. Halos looks angry." Hey, I never said that the rift would lead us back home! I just said that it would take us to another plane, where we could try and find another rift, and eventually make it home! I was told it would realign the borders between the planes, which would"The bubble starts to crack, and Halos calms down." I apologize. For one thing, you have been misled." His body shimmers and disappears, revealing a glossy white humanoid figure that has an odd symbol on its left shoulder and two gleaming blue eyes, made of some sort of strange material." I am not actually a human. I am a Prejudice, a race from another plane that came to your world long ago in a colonization attempt." It was soon realized that there were problems with inhabiting a carbon-based planet with silicon-based mechanical-"You look at him, not understanding most of the stuff he's saying." Your planet had life, while my race had none. Instead, we are powered by miniature... miniature engines. There was a problem with that, so the Predates decided to create a new race that would inhabit the planet. We would imbue them with creativity, strength, and, most importantly, the ability to calm the untamed magic that traveled through your world." You see, the Predates are not good at ruling. The last time there were several nations of Predates, there was a massive civil war. Instead, us Predates roam throughout the world, searching for creatures that are alive that we can blend in with. We guide the species, shape them into a peaceful and harmonious species... and then we leave, to assist another species."" Now, normally we would have left your species long ago, but there is a small problem, that being that you die without us. I don't mean to be cruel, but the last time we left, only for about a hundred years, we came back to find most of your species dead. Your species called this the Great War." The problem right now is that the boundaries between the planes, these worlds, are breaking down. Species that normally would never meet each other are clashing. See those two schools of fish, over there?" You all nod." They are from different planes, and unfortunately they are attempting to kill each other with their psionic abilities. Quite sad, really." I will pause my communication of the facts right now, to give you all a chance to ask questions. Are there any questions? Spoiler Hide That plot twist was a bit quick for my liking, but I needed to start the story arc. Did I mention that this was going to be a long campaign? Semi actually looks calmer now than before, exasperated but calmerHeibos, if that is the truth, why did we not start at that point of truth instead? You know that we are generally good-natured people that you are traveling with. Why couldn't you have revealed that much? Before giving Halos a chance to answer, Mash responds." He probably feared that we would be angered for being misled for such a time. You did yourself say you were a coward, did you not?"he asked rhetorically." Fear not, anger is not to be found in this lot." Oh, do not get me wrong. I have for a long time lead a double life as something I am not. That is not the piece I am worried about we all have secrets that we keep. It is the goals that we SEK to accomplish, those need not have been confused. He pauses for a moment chuckling And coward, I am not. I would have never reached the place in life that I have being a coward. There are just some things that bother me. But that is a conversation for another time. I think we need to focus on getting our bearings and onto the track to closing these portals or whatever they are. Mostly I am bothered by not being in control of my situation and surroundings, something that I am usually careful to keep control of. I prefer to choose the place and time of my thefts and fights, not the other way around. "Actually, the pit demon encounter was not quite what it seemed. It was a much less powerful demon, and I made it look more powerful with my force fields. I said that I was a coward to remove myself from the fight and observe your approximate power level." Our "goal" as you put it, it to travel through the planes until we reach a little plane on the edge of the Void called Myriad, where a colony of demons and devils live. These devils are not evil. They are pure, unfiltered evil, and they are attempting to destroy the planes to empower their "god," which is the Void." As for the planar travel, I actually have a map in my memory of where we should be going next." A series of small transparent bubbles appear, floating in the air. Inside the bubbles are very lifelike replicas of various forms of terrain: lava, water, jungle, ice, etc." We need to head through this plane, which is called Tribal, to Intake, to Cerebrum, to Morale, to Hengelo, then we arrive at Myriad. To show where we are..." All of the bubbles except for one vanish. That one grows until it is about ten feet across. Inside it is a miniature model of your bubble, the last rift you came through, and several other rifts quite near to you." As you can see, Tribal is very unstable. I estimate that it will be approximately four years before it collapses and joins the Void. This bubble around us is actually a force field. We want to head there." A small rift glows bright gold." Unfortunately, this force field cannot move through the water, as it is being pressed on by all sides. Because of that, we will have to swim. I'll scare away any attackers with my holograms. Oh, and in case you were wondering: my name is not Halos. My name is MHG001, which means Major Holographic Generator 001. The number says that I'm the best at what I do, which is deceived, so please don't feel bad that you were fooled. If it feels more comfortable, you can call me Halos, though. Now come on!" Without giving you a chance to ask further questions, the surrounding bubble slowly shrinks, exposing you to the water gradually. Heibos/MHG001 slowly hovers in the water, while small rotating blades flip out from his feet. When they fully extend, he shoots through the water a bit, then settles down and heads what is presumably towards the rift. Spoiler Hide No need to make Swim checks. After several hours of swimming, Halos seems to have run out of energy and has folded up into a small sphere about an inch in diameter, which Married is keeping in his pocket. A couple of minutes after that, a chill runs through the water. You turn around, and see the underside of a massive creature cut through the water above you. An electronic voice says "CREATURE RECOGNIZED: LEVIATHAN. ACTIVATING ANTI-LEVIATHAN WEAPONRY. FIRING." Heibos returns to his normal android shape, and fires dozens of small weapons at the leviathan. As the energy pulses head through the water, however, to weaken in power, and splatter harmlessly against the Leviathan's thick rubbery skin." That didn't work. I don't think I can help with this. Here's a platform, as I know you biological two-legged species have trouble swimming." A semitransparent platform shimmers into existence beneath you." And here's another." An invisible wall seems to appear in front of the leviathan. It crashes into it, and the wall flickers, but holds." Now! Get it while it's stunned!" Spoiler Hide SURPRISE ROUND INITIATIVE: Semi: 29 Married: 14 Roll initiative. You can also post your actions, and they will be resolved in initiative order. "Take heed Leviathan, and fear the wrath of my divine power. Witness the glory of the light!" A multitude of rainbow-colored beams erupt around the Leviathan's head and seem to burn it. Casting Radiant Assault Spoiler Hide (15d6)[66] energy damage and stun for one round, Will save (DC 26) for half damage and avoid stun. Semi again winks out of sight with a grumble hate fighting underwater. Spoiler Hide activating Vanishing (undetectable for 3 min unless attack is made) and Hawk feather armor for flight (50ft/good 5 and duration) Move 50 toward/around Leviathan to get into a flanking position. He'll tumble as needed to avoid AOO, auto succeeding with a Skill Mastery check of 30, at full speed thanks to Fast Acrobatics Spoiler Hide Okay, the fire bender apparently isn't going to reply, so, her move is to use lightning. Attack roll:(1d20+37)[46]Damage: [roll]41d6[/roll] dice roller isn't working for me, so:151 Electric damage. All of your attacks hit. Leviathan HP = 219. Leviathan succeeded on it's will save, so no stun for you. Roll Initiative. Seeing the lightning prove effective, Mash launches another bolt. Spoiler Hide Ranged touch: (1d20+20)[39] Damage: (31d6)[106] Married holds back, waiting to make sure his allies are safe. Hold action until allay is injured Semi moves inward to ward the Leviathan into melee range. --Tumble Auto Succeed to not provoke Adolphe'll then hang back and off to the side awaiting the lightning death of the beast. If it moves to attack he will strike at the thing. To Hit(1d20+19)[24]Damage(1d8+1)[5]SA Damage(8d6)[31]+2 STR Dam Semi hits the leviathan, but all it seems to do is make it angry. The leviathan shatters the force wall, lethal energy shards spreading like shrapnel in the water. DC 32 Ref save or take 4d6 slashing damage and 2d10 force damage. The beast seems to glow with an eerie light. Then you realize that it isn't just the lighting, the beast is actually glowing. The tail bulges into four massive sacs that quickly fill with water, and the head morphs into a strange shape, something like an empty gel sac filled with water. In fact, the entire beast is filled with water, and appears a bit like a larger version of one of those jellyfish that you can see in the water near you. The body is covered with thousands of sinister tiny tentacles. The beast compresses, sending a wave of water over you all. As it hits, the force platform collapses beneath you, and the tiny crystal tubes in your mouths break, shattering. The things that looked like tentacles shoot out a red cloud of some liquid, As the cloud passes over some fish, they quickly disintegrate into nothing but dust in an infinite ocean. The cloud is currently 80 ft. wide, and advancing at 40 ft. per round. You are 30 ft. away from the cloud, and 60 ft. away from the massive sea monster. NEXT ROUND:No need to roll initiative. I'll just sort it out myself. Make your moves. By Modal's hand shall thou be destroyed, lest ye hurt innocents Casting Flame strike Spoiler Hide 14+20=34 Reflex save. DC 24 Reflex save or 59 damage, half divine, half fire It hits, but only the divine power seems to have any effect. Ref(1d20+20)[38]Semi flees back toward the mage waving at his mouth and throat trying to communicate his lack of breathing capability. The leviathan waits to see if any of you are going to move a muscle. POST! "The wrath of Modal be upon ye"Casting storm rage As he splashes into the water, Mash quickly comes to the conclusion that he must get himself safely out if he is to survive this encounter. With a quick thrusting motion he throws fire to his rear giving him lift, raising him from the water as he takes to the air. An extra flick of his wrist brings a lengthy cord of fire into his hand. ActionsActivate Burning Rush (Flight), DC 65 (for perfect maneuvering)Take 10: 71 (exceeds DC by 6, extra 5' speed)Move up as part of action. Summon Fire Whip: extra 15' length (30' total) = DC 40Take 10: 71 (exceeds DC by 30, extra 6d6 to damage)

The Universe Is Broken (3.5, gestalt)|rating:3.0

_It's just a job._ (Desirous & ElizabethRayne)

(#Ashley%20Graham)That is what she told herself every night. It's just a job. It pays the bills, pays the rent, gets food in her stomach and her son's. She looked down at her phone the picture of her beautiful son looked back at her, his bright green eyes his chubby Rosa cheeks. She closed it and tossed it into her apron pocket. Margaret the older woman across the hall was watching Eric, like she did every night Dana had to work. She was an older German woman, she was sweet, and she accepted what little money Dana had to watch Eric and to top it off the three-year-old loved her, he called her Nana Mag. Eric was sound asleep, and Dana's day was just starting. She looked around the dressing room, the other girls were getting dressed. Layers that would be removed leaving them in nothing but panties by the end of their shows. Sugar Girls was the number one strip club on this side of town, and Dana had been working here for going on four years now. Though her dreams of getting on stage were only for the money, she had no desire to bare her goodies to men, but she needed the money. She wanted to move out of that dinky apartment sleep in a real bed rather than the sofa every night. But Eric had a crib and a room full of toys, and he was happy and that was what mattered. She straightened the short black spandex shorts and the two tight low cut red tank top. She fixed the red scrunchie in her hair that held her hair back and away from her face and sighed. Her boss Devon had agreed to allow her one dance, one chance at the end of the night. She couldn't wait, her outfit sat in her locker waiting, and one of the girls, Meghan the one that had supported her through this transition from the Bar to the stage, had even helped Dana learn how to do a few moves on the pole. For now, Dana slipped from the back and to the bar to set up her station. The night was quick and packed as always, the zipper pocket of her apron was packed with tips, and she knew if she had been on the stage she would have double that in her pocket. She had an hour before she would get her shot on stage, she watched as a table of businessmen made there way in, the other girl working the bar nodded to the men." Go for it Candle." Dana smiled and thanked her businessmen always meant good tips. Dana made sure she was showing a bit more cleavage and hiked her shorts up a bit more than made her way over." Hello gentleman, what's your pleasure tonight?" She asked over the loud music of the club a smile on her ruby red lips. Hank Anderson laughed softly as James, his best friend and partner shared a joke with him as they made their way towards the elevator after the end of this meeting which lasted for almost 4 and a half hours. He and James owned an advertising firm which they started almost 5 years back and now their reputation was steadily increasing. The meeting was arranged at a client's office, and usually they refrained from going to someone else’s office but signing the deal with this client meant big business. It was a rather hectic one, but the fact that in the end they ended up bagging the deal made it into a fruitful one." Why don't you come over to my house and let's celebrate ... I'll call Maggie and tell her to make arrangements," James asked him to come over to his place where his wife Margaret waited for him at their house as they stepped in the parking lot. "Nah not tonight mate ... I'm kind of exhausted and think I'm going to go head home", smiled as he got inside his car waving back to James. James nodded back, and he started the engine of his Mercedes SL getting it out on the road. The fact was Hank didn't wanted to be in anyone's company right now, and he just wanted to grab a drink all alone. It's been a tough schedule for him lately busy with work, and tonight he just wanted to relax. His car stopped at the signal as he looked around what looked like a commercial hub of this side of the town with great nightlife and everything. Amongst all the places his eyes focused upon this highly maintained club named "Sugar Girls". Now he had heard about this club but for some reason he's never been there. "Let's check out this place", he muttered slowly to himself as the signal opened, and the vehicle moved forward. Meg tied the bright pink bikini top onto Dana and smiled at her in the mirror the chubby girl was looking into. Dana covered her mid-section and Meg smacked her hand's away." Don't girl, you've got amazing hips, flaunt it. Work that stage like that sexy woman you are." Dana started to complain about stretch marks and Meg rolled her eyes. "Sexy tiger and you've earned your stripes." She helped Dana into the light pink sundress then pulled her long brown locks up into pigtails." Remember, topless only, reach behind unzip the dress, let it drop slowly put on a show, same for the bra, toss them behind you not in front then work the poll like I taught you." Meg, whose stage name was Raven was called out on stage there was a group grind going on. One man whose friends paid for $100 would sit on stage in a chair and the girls would one by one go and grind on him. Usually it was a man that was getting married or a shy man. Dana looked at herself, and she could do this, she could be Candle she could be the sweet innocent girl. She listened as her boss announced her." Gentlemen, after the grind on the main stage we will have Morgan and Pepper your two favorite cowgirls, in VIP we will have Lady Jane your resident naughty nurse. And over on the smaller stage we will have a special guest dancer, one night and one night only unless we can work out a deal with her and trust me you want us to work out a deal, we will have Candle our sweet little girl..." When the grind ended she would go dance, her stomach rolled, she peeked out and looked at the stage she would be on, only a few men sat around in the rest had moved to the man stage. Well perhaps she could draw the crowd back. She took a deep needed breath and closed her eyes the image of her son in her head and she knew she could do this. She walked out on stage as she was announced. Furthermore, she ignored the comment made by one of the men sitting there as she started the routine Meg had showed her. The man had called her a cow and moved to the main stage, whatever good she didn't need a man like that watching her. Slow she reminded herself, put on a show. Hike the dress up, wink, flirt. She noticed a few new customers come and sit, she smiled at them. Then the dress, unzip, let it fall a bit, exposing the one size to small bikini top down to the mid-drift, down, pooling at her ankles, kicking it behind her, the six-inch heels did wonders to all height to her small frame and make her legs seem longer. She did a few tricks on the pole, with a bit more time she was sure she could do more. Now the top, that joined the dress. She was so concerned about doing everything that Meg had taught her, how to properly work the stage, how to give each man around the stage 'personal' time, she didn't even notice the money that was being tossed her way. He stepped inside the club cladded smartly in his light gray business suit and a light blue shirt, he had taken off his tie as he was getting outside his car after parking it tossing it on the passenger seat. Looked around the crowded place seeing that there were a couple of stages and every one of them was occupied with dancers charming the audiences as the music played on and people cheered enjoying the performances. A scantily cladded waitress showing a lot of cleavage in her low tank top approached him with a bright smile all over her place, "Hey there Handsome", he smiled back at her before making his way over towards what looked like a smaller stage, but there was a loud cheering going on there and picked a table for himself at a distance of mere feet away from the stage settling on the chair. The waitress followed him, and he ordered a vodka mixed with orange juice, watching her go towards the counter admired the swell of her hips in the tight spandex shorts, muttered lowly to himself, "It sure is a fun place". Shifted his focus now upon the stage and his stare locked upon the woman moving to the rhythm of the music working her body. Dana, his ex-girlfriend was doing a routine working the magic of her curvaceous body on the stage as men cheered and whistled for her tossing away money for her on the stage. His dark eyes locking her frame as he stared at her up on the stage unable to resist himself from admiring the way her body moved. He watched as he was surprised to say the least not expecting to meet her after such a long time specially like this as she performed, and he continued to witness her routine all intently. Dana nearly fell to the floor when she saw Hank, she hadn't seen him for well, almost five years now. They had been high school sweethearts that parted ways in college, he was busy with business coursers, and she had been busy with the start of her medical classes. Their breakup was painful, but at the time it seemed like it was a good idea. Sometimes she wondered if she would be a doctor by now rather than here stripping if she had stayed with him. No she pushed that thought out of her mind, because if she were to have stayed with Hank she wouldn't have met Jamie, Eric's father, and then her son wouldn't be here, and she wouldn't give up that little boy for anything in this world. She tried to ignore Hank, but just like then, she could feel his eyes on her, he always had the ability to make her feel, well special. She finished her act just as Meg taught her, back against the pole arms above her head, grip the pole, slow decline, split and then smile. She started to dress and collect what money was tossed on stage for her as Devon announced her one last time. Reminding the crowd if they liked Candle to let him know so he could bring her back for another show next week. Dana moved off to the side of the stage the next girl was already up and dancing the men that were left by the stage were to busy watching the new dancer to notice her standing off to the side straightening the crumpled bills. She looked up and Saw Hank was still looking at her, she smiled, he always managed to bring a smile out of her even when she felt like shit, and the truth was while she appreciated the money in her hands, she felt like shit now. She mouthed the word 'Hi' Then gave a slight wave before she disappeared into the back to change back into her waitress get up. Once back out on the floor she looked around finding Hank again in the same spot still she moved to him, and settled down on the arm rest on the chair next to him." Can I get you a refill?" Dana asked over the loud pulsing music. She was sure Hank thought she had hit rock bottom, to go from medical school to dancing half nude for men, but this was her job now, and it was just a job it paid the bills. He smiled warmly looking at her beautiful face, "She looks beautiful like always", he thought to himself as she sat facing him now in her waitress costume. Took a large sip from the glass almost finishing it before placing it back on the table, "Sure I'd like that Dana", replied softly in his low firm tone. He still couldn't believe that he was seeing his high school girlfriend here tonight in this bar as she danced half naked in front of all the men. During her whole performance as he watched her dance on the stage, his mind was recalling all the events which took place between the two of them. He was always a very ambitious guy who wanted more from life and kept on pursuing his dream and that was one of the reasons which caused their relationship to suffer.It's been almost half a decade when he last saw her when they broke up and after that he got busy with his work. He met a few girls, but nothing ever got serious and despite all the pressure from his friends and family he preferred this single lifestyle for himself. Kept his eyes on her as the music played in the background as another performance took place on the stage, but his focus was all shifted onto Dana, a soft smile on his face, "It's been such a long time", paused and just looked at her as he thought about asking her how the hell she ended up here but thought it would be plainly rude on his part to mention it. He remembered what a determined strong young woman she was and sticking to whatever she felt was the right thing to do was one of the many traits he admired about her. Dana looked at her watch the night was still young, and the club was open for another three hours, normally she stayed over, she always worked the extra three hours, but with the extra money she got for being on stage she could skip out early and not feel it."I'll get you a refill." She said over the music standing and moving quickly through the crowd, she saw the look in his eyes, and she could see the questions he had and was thankful that he didn't ask them. She returned and placed his drink in front of him, she settled down slowly into the chair next to his and pulled it just a bit closer so she did not have to scream over the music." Look I know you came here to watch the girls dance, but I'm off in an hour, did you want to, grab a bite to eat?" She paused and looked up at him memories of their time together in school flooding her, parties, dinners, long nights of studying together falling asleep curled in his arms surrounded by textbooks. She missed those days, hell she missed him and seeing him here in front of her made her realize just how much she actually loved him. "I just wanted to grab a drink after a rather hectic day and I'm glad that I picked this place", a soft smile curled upon the corners of his thick lips as he picked up his glass bringing it to his lips and took a little sip. Their eyes met for a brief moment as he remembered how he used to tell how much he loved her eyes, so expressive that he used to understand what she wanted to say by just looking in them. The music continued to play as the announcement was made with another different girl getting up on stage to perform her routine. But here he was sitting right next to Dana, his first ever serious girlfriend and the girl he thought he would spend his whole life and there was nothing right now which could distract him as he watched her. Sometimes he used to think maybe some day he will come across her perhaps at some social gathering or some other place, but never in his wildest dreams he ever imagined meeting her at a strip club. Took another small sip from the glass before placing it back on the table, whispered loud enough for her to hear replying to her query, "And yes definitely, I would like that". There was so much in his mind but he didn't wanted to sound nosy at all and let her bring up the topic. "It's a really nice place", muttered slowly as he picked up his glass holding it in his hands and his gaze stayed locked upon her pretty face. "It pays the bills..." Dana said slowly standing. "I've got to get back to work before my boss gets on my case. Flag me down if you want another drink?" One hour, one hour that she had to concentrate on working, flirting shamelessly because that was what got her tips. She hated it, and tonight she hated it even more because she could feel Hank's eyes on her. She had never been more thankful to be back in her jeans and sweat shirt then she was tonight. Furthermore, she slipped back out into the club her purse over her shoulder her hair pulled up and off of her shoulders the makeup she had worn on stage wiped clean, she was herself again. Furthermore, she was never one for makeup though she wore it every so often outside of work. She saw him, his eyes were on her as she made her way over. Furthermore, she smiled gently "Ready?" she asked over the music she knew she was ready to go. Furthermore, she had hoped she would run into Hank one day, she had always wanted to find out what he had been up to, but her high school reunion had come and gone, and she had been so busy with Eric and working she missed it. At least that's what she told herself, the truth was she was too ashamed to go back." Dana..." The voice stopped her as they were exiting the club, she turned and came face to face with one of the bouncers, well sort of she had to look up to actually see anything but chest."Yeah, James!?" The bouncer a tall muscular man with long dark black hair and bright green eyes looked down at her then to Hank."Are you ok?" he asked there was concern in his eyes and something else longing maybe? Dana smiled and nodded. "Yep, I'll see you tomorrow, going out for a bite to eat with an old high school friend." Yeah, friend way to lie Dana. She scolded herself, but James took it at face value he nodded, and soon she stepped out into the cool night air." So there's a small place down the street they are open 24-7, not the best of food but hey its better than a drive through." "Sounds great!", smiled at her as they entered the parking lot, and he made his way slowly towards his Mere SL as they walked together. It brought old memories remembering the times when they walked hand in hand but now times have changed. Opened the passenger door for her looking at her with a bright smile on his face, "Please!", he's always been the chivalrous type. Closing the door as she sat inside, he slipped onto the driver's seat starting the engine. He heard her when she told the bouncer about HMI being one of her high school friend and though he didn't expected her to introduce him as someone special, it did make him bit his bottom lip for a moment and he couldn't name how he felt, but it was strange. During the period of these five years he did meet up with his share of women, but he never felt anything special about any one of them. His status and looks attracted all the girls, and he enjoyed the attention, but he always felt that something was missing. He couldn't actually name it, but perhaps it was love! The car stopped at the signal, he turned his face to look at her, and he just gazed at her without saying a word just taking in her beauty before shifting his focus back on the street as the signal lights changed and the vehicle moved. He parked the car outside the food joint and stepped outside, took his suit jacket off and rolled his sleeves getting all comfortable. Now seated facing her after they placed their orders, his eyes on her watched her. The place was rather quiet at the moment with around 3–4 tables occupied with a radio station playing but it wasn't loud enough which meant they didn't needed to speak loudly. Waited for her to begin some kind of conversations he wanted to hear all about what's happened in her life during these last 5 years. Dana looked down at the cup of coffee in front of her, she opened two packets of sweetener and poured them in, then a creamer she stirred it and then looked up at him sighing." I suppose you're wondering how I ended up there? I mean really some days I wonder myself how I could just give up everything..." She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and placed it next to her cup of coffee. She gave her head a slight shake as she looked up her eyes catching his dark blue ones, his black hair was not perfect, but it was just how she remembered it, having that messy sexy kind of style." Well after you and I called it quits, I delved further into my school work, my room-mate convinced me to go to a house party. That's where I met Mark, he was the complete opposite of you in every way, and I fell for every line of shit he fed me and after six months of dating him, I started my internship. I had moved in with him, my parents you know how they are their Christian values were pissed at me for moving in with a man I barely knew." She took a sip of her coffee and then added another packet of sugar, like always she had a sweet tooth." So when I ended up pregnant, hell I was so excited I told Mark the day I found out, but the way he reacted... he had been cheating on me anyway, accused me of cheating on him, said the child wasn't his, he kicked me out. I went to my parents, mom demanded I get rid of the child, dad said adoption and when I refused both options they cut me off. Dad quit paying for my schooling, I couldn't afford my classes on my own, as a part of my internship I had to be in active classes, and well I had nothing, no family, no boyfriend, and a kid on the way. My room-mate Amber let me stay with her for a while until I found a job but even then finding one that paid enough... I was complaining to Amber one night, and it was a joke, but she told me I could always start stripping." She laughed softly slowing down on her story as the waitress returned with their meals. Dana had gotten her favorite pancakes she cut them in half pushing half to the side, in fact she halved everything on her plate, she would take the rest home to Eric. She opened her phone now looking at the picture of her son, she pushed her phone across the table to Hank." He's three, he will be four in December. His name is Eric, and he is the sweetest little boy I have ever met. Tonight was my first night on stage and one dance on that stage I made more in tips then a night just tending the bar. But it pays the rent, and keeps food in our stomachs. It's not ideal, god knows I want to go back to school. But Eric is what's most important now." He picked the phone and looked at the wallpaper, "He's adorable!", smiled before placing the phone back on the table. Picked up his cup taking a small sip of his coffee, holding the cup in his hands whispered slowly in his low firm tone, "And I am sure you will relive all your dreams at some moment of your life but right now Eric is and should be your first priority". He kept his gaze locked on her face all the while she told him about what happened from the time they broke up and how her life took all these twists. He knew how much she craved romance, how she always craved that fairy tale like love who ended up living with her prince charming happily ever after. Furthermore, he remembered how things got bad between them with little issues created ending their relationship." Well one thing I have learned in the past few years time is that we should always keep on moving forward because the problems and issues will keep on coming but that's what life is all about", he took another sip from the cup before putting the cup back on the table. Picked up his toasted cheese chicken sandwich and took a little bite, he noticed how she was cutting everything in half, and immediately he figured she must be doing that for Eric. Took another small bite, before muttering slowly smiling softly, "I remember how much you love pancakes, and it will be a shame if you dding finished all of these", paused before continuing," So eat all of it, and we will order more for Eric". "He won't eat it all, and I can't afford two meals. I'll be fine." But he was right pancakes had always been her favorite breakfast treat as well as any time of day." Making sure Eric has everything he could ever want is what's most important, because Mark has refused to pay child support and until he consents to a paternity test. I cannot get child support out of him. If I could afford a lawyer I'd have him tracked down and the test done. But I can't now so. Maybe one day." She ate slowly"What about you? What have you been up to?" She looked to him, enough talk about her. She needed some good news tonight. He motioned for the waitress to come over waving out his hand, "These pancakes look delicious . Please parcel one blueberry pancakes", smiled brightly at the blonde waitress gave him a flirty playful look and as she walked away, he looked back at her, "Please you don't have to worry about all these things when I'm here . ", stopped right there not finishing his sentence as he realized that they weren't a couple anymore. After finishing the sandwich he picked up his coffee cup and took a little sip before speaking up, "Well, after finishing the studies I did a little internship working for this friend of my Dad gaining some experience . Then after working for him for a few months, James and I started this company which basically deals in handling all the marketing issues of our clients", paused taking another small sip from the cup before continuing, "Like any other business it required all the time and effort ... And now after almost 5 years we are doing pretty well". He continued, "I live alone now in a luxury apartment and well like I said work keeps me occupied mostly, and I am out attending parties and socializing at what ever spare time I get", laughed slowly as he took the last sip finishing his coffee and rested his back along the backrest of the chair watching her. Dana smiled and nodded she tried to ignore a twinge of guilt at the fact that she knew he was planning to pay for this meal, and that she would do nothing to stop him." Well it sounds like you've gotten everything you wanted. You were always so driven in school, I'm proud of you Hank." By the time the to-go container of pancakes arrived Dana had actually cleared her plate." I don't imagine you have much time for visits to the park then?" She asked sipping her coffee slowly draining the cup. "If you manage it, I'm taking Eric to the state park this Saturday, I pack a lunch and make a day of it, they have a huge playground that he loves. Your welcome to join us." Was she really asking him this? He was a success now, the last thing he needed was her and her child latching onto him, but she had asked, and she couldn't take back the offer. "Thanks a lot", smiled broadly at her as she complimented him. "And sure I'd like that. It's been such a long time and I'd love to catch up with you. And more than anything else I have to meet this really cute young boy Eric". He was glad that despite all of all the issues and problems she faced in her life, Dana hasn't changed much, and she was still her spontaneous self asking him out to come and meet at the state park. As she finished her coffee, he asked the waitress for the bill. Pulled out his wallet from his trouser's pocket paying the bill and left a huge tip. Looked at her, "Shall we?", smiled as she picked up the to-go pancake container, and he moved standing up slowly flexed his muscles feeling the tiredness in his muscles because of the heavy schedule which kept him all occupied, but he was glad that he listened to James and agreed to attend this meeting or else he wouldn't have been able to meet Dana tonight. On the parking lot Dana smiled looking down at the still warm pancakes tucked away in the white Styrofoam container. "Thank you, Eric will love them." Normally she would catch the bus, but a quick look at her watch told her that the buses were not running yet. The last one was at 1am, and they didn't start again till 5am." I hate to impose, I know its late but, would you mind giving me a ride home? I'm not that far from here just a few blocks past first avenue." She was not sure if he knew the area judging by the way he spoke he was on the nicer end of town while she lived in the city in the not so nice end of town. "Well Eric is more than welcome", he smiled. He continued, "And Certainly I'll drop you back home. You don't have to be all so formal with me", Smiled at her and as they approached his car, he opened up the passenger door for Dana first letting her slip inside. Closed the door and then settled upon the passenger seat putting the coat in the back. He was glad that she wasn't behaving in an awkward manner even after meeting him after such a long time, and he wondered for a moment why the hell they ever broke up because she was perhaps the only girl who made him feel all happy bringing a smile to his lips. His eyes on the street as he drove the car, "Well keep on telling me where to turn .... I'm not familiar with the neighborhood, sorry". It was a rather interesting day for him which involved just about everything. He attended a few meetings today and later going out for a drink declining his friend's offer to celebrate their success he met Dana who danced topless displaying her curious goddess like body to all the men. And now he was driving her back home, and it all felt like old times when he used to drop at her parent's house after their dates and numerous hangout sessions. She was his first ever serious girlfriend and perhaps the only one with whom he shared all his plans. She gave him directions easily, and soon they were in front of her building. It was clearly low rent housing, you could tell from the outside simply because of the size of the building and how many apartments were visible. Her mother had used to call it slum housing. Most of the apartments were one room "studio" types. That held Murphy beds, kitchen/living room/bedroom combos with bathrooms no bigger than closets. When Dana had first moved into this building she was living in one of those. Now she had one of the more spacious apartments that had a clearly defined Living room and Kitchen, a bit larger bathroom, and a bedroom that was large enough to fit a full sized bed. She slowly got out of the car pulling a business card for the club from her purse, writing her number quickly on the back she handed in to him. "Call me if you change your mind about coming?" She asked yawning it was clear she was tired, and she planned to grab Eric from the sitter and get him into bed, and herself into the sofa bed in her living room for at least 4 hours of sleep before Eric was up for his morning routine of breakfast, a bath, story time, play time, then a nap with mommy. He took the card from her and looked in her eyes, "I'll see you on Saturday, and it was wonderful meeting you tonight", he smiled and continued, "Take care and kisses for Eric". Watched her stepping inside her building before he switched back the car engine and turned the car back on the road taking a U turn heading back towards his place on the other side of the town. He used to wonder at times how it would feel if he came across Dana thinking it would be awkward but tonight was nothing like what he had imagined. It was good to see that they were comfortable together even after so many years, and it was their first meet after they broke up. Parked the car in the parking lot and slipped inside his apartment locking the door behind. His eyes were closing, and he really wanted to hit the sack to get much needed sleep. Once inside his bedroom, he took off his shoes and socks, not bothering to change into anything else slumped on his big king-sized bed as he drifted to sleep in no time. "Thank you, Mrs. Margaret." Dana whispered picking Eric up the child snuggling into her arms almost at once. The older woman smiled and nodded." He was up till about midnight, fought sleep like a trooper he did." Dana nodded walking towards the door." I'm sorry, On my days off he does the same thing to me." Margaret laughed softly picking up the diaper bag and helping put it on Dana's free shoulder." Please, he was fine, you know I nap all day I was fine." Margaret opened the door allowing Dana to step through. Dana tucked Eric into bed and then put his breakfast in the fridge. She pulled the sofa bed out and was asleep with in half an hour thought of Hank drifting through her mind. She thought about him the rest of the week, and Saturday morning while she lay on the sofa trying to wake herself up having only managed an hour of sleep watching as Eric sat on the floor playing with a few of his favorite toy cars, his favorite kids show playing on the TV she hoped that Hank really would make it to the park." Mommy's friend Hank is going to meet us at the park, he's very nice you'll like him." Dana said Eric looked up at smiled." Kay." And his attention was gone again. Dana shook her head and stood and made her way to the kitchen to pack up a lunch for them for later. The rest of the week was usual for himself filled with meetings and work occupying most of his time. He didn't much free time and only happened to attend one dinner party which was thrown in by a female friend of his. He did think about her whenever any free time he got thinking about Dana and how things have changed so much. It was Saturday, and he was with James discussing this work seminar which was supposed to take place next month. He remembered Dana mentioning packing up lunch and though he didn't asked her the exact time she would reach there, it was expected that she would be there around between 2:00–3:00 PM. Nodded his head slowly to something James suggested before he looked up to check the time on the wall clock which showed 1:10 PM. "What's wrong? Are you expecting someone? There a meeting?", James asked a number of question in one breath. Laughed slowly resting his head back upon the headrest of the chair, "Nah no meeting ... It's just I have to go somewhere", he purposely didn't mentioned Dana right now. James was his best friend for years and knew everything what happened between him and Dana. Telling him about meeting Dana right now meant facing a bundle of questions from his friend and he wasn't really looking forward to all this at this particular moment. Dana had not given him a time, but he was correct in his assumption between 2 and 3 pm. It was 10:30 am lunch was packed and Dana was tired as hell. As she had predicted Eric was sound asleep on his mini sofa she had bought him last year. It was covered in cartoon characters and was his favorite. Dana lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes. She fell asleep quickly and utilities was her alarm on her phone that woke her at 1 in the afternoon. Eric was awake playing quietly on the floor watching TV again. She marveled at how lucky she was to have such a good kid. Getting up she ran a brush through her hair and pulled on a pair of shoes." Ready?" Two buses and a small walk later she and Eric sat down at a picnic table Dana pulled out a juice box and handed it to Eric then the boy ran happily to the play area to climb gleefully on the jungle gym. Dana watched him carefully cautiously worried he would fall or hurt himself. "Alright just mail me the details and I'll check them," he told James as he headed outside their office. Now inside his car he lounged back comfortably on the driving seat as the car headed towards the state park. He had chosen to dress rather casually cladded in a pair of his gray trousers and a white full sleeve shirt knowing there were no meetings with the clients. He was really looking forward to meeting Dana and her son. The good part was that it didn't feel awkward at all meeting his high school sweetheart after almost five years now despite the fact that she a mother of a three-year-old kid. Parked the car and stepped outside heading his way inside the park. It's been a long time since he last came to this park and as he looked around there were quite a few people enjoying themselves. The weather was quite pleasant as well, and he saw Dana seated at a table. Approached her and a wide smile formed on his face, "Hey there . I hope I'm not late", settled next to her. Dana shifted her eyes for a second to Hank smiling. "Right on time." She said then moving her eyes quickly back to her son watching as he ran up the small kids gym up the three stairs, then down the small slide, then up the stairs then down the slide again. She gave a soft laugh shaking her head he was on pass number 6." He will tire himself out soon." She said nodding to Eric the kid was average for his age chubby cheeks dark brown hair and eyes just as blue as his mothers. He was in a pair of jeans and a red shirt with a cartoon character on it, a blue and red windbreaker coat on over top of the shirt." How was your morning?" Dana asked, there were dark circles under her eyes, it seemed clear she never got the right amount of sleep. "It was usual," he replied, "Was at the office taking care of some documentation and then had a little meet with office people". Looked at her before asking, "What about you? You look short on sleep", he noticed the dark circles mentioning the lack of sleep to her. Stretched out slowly as it feels so refreshing coming out to park in the afternoon. It's been such a long time, he thought to himself not remembering the last time he was out like this in the middle of the day. "He's adorable", smiled as Eric played noticing that he resembles his mother so much. "So, you come here often?", asked her shifting his focus back on her as a strand of his curls covered part of his forehead. "If he had his way..." Dana said with a grin. "We would be here every day." She looked to Hank and smiled then stood." Eric, Come meet Hank and get some lunch." She called the boy stopped mid-climb and turned to rush over and to his mother, she picked him up and into her arms and kissed his cheek. Ruffling his hair she then set him down on the bench next to Hank." This is mommy's friend Hank, He's very nice. I've known him for a long, long time." She said this as she turned to start to unpack the sandwiches and pasta salad she had made for them. Eric turned his eyes to Hank he smiled a small shy smile and held out his little hand. "I'm Eric!" That was what he said but the fact that he was still learning to talk properly made it sound nothing like that. Dana knew what he said however, she always knew what he said other people not so much. He extended his hand to shake Eric's little hand, smiled warmly, "Hello there Eric . I'm Hank and a pleasure seeing you young boy". Looked at her telling her, "He is adorable!", before he shifted his focus back upon the little boy. He loved children and Eric was a really cute kid, watched him closely as he sat next to him while Dana helped her son with the lunch. A couple walked by and smiled at them, the woman whispering to what looked like her husband, "Aww look baby such a cute little family", he heard the woman and dd int replied. Watched Eric eat his lunch as he grabbed a bottle of water pouring some in the glass and took a small sip bringing the glass to his lips. "One PB&J no crust, extra jelly and peanut butter." Dana said as she set the sandwich down on the plate she brought for Eric, she spooned some of the pasta salad onto his plate and watched as he happily devoured all of it. She had more adult sandwiches for them, turkey and cheese with just a bit of a tangy cranberry mayo. Though she did have a few extra PB&J's in the basket in case they wanted to relive some childhood memories. She had heard the comment but she to avoided saying anything she had to admit the thought made her heart race." Finish all the pasta and I'll get the dessert out." Dana said knowing the dessert was a simple mix of fruits, yogurt, a bit of cool whip, and some angle food cake, but it was so simple and so sweet and healthy at that. She couldn't resist making it." So..." Dana said softly to Hank watching as Eric ate the rest of his food slowly not wanting to but wanting the sweet dessert promised." I have off tonight...." Leading without seeming pushy that was what she was going for because being here with him made her realize one thing. Letting him leave that day they broke things off was a mistake. Watched Eric happily munching on the food and muttered slowly, "he is so cute!". He picked up a sandwich taking a little bite loving it, "Oh these are delicious!", he looked at Dana and smiled. He remembered her cooking and loved how she used to keep it simple and yet so delicious. He had heard her, and she did kind of made it obvious that she was interested in meeting him tonight. Smiled broadly after taking the last bite of his sandwich, "So, want to go out somewhere tonight? Or do you have something specific in mind?", he asked her keeping his gaze locked upon her pretty face. He was always the straight forward type and didn't really like mixing up words. Dana smiled watching as Eric finished his sandwich in record time and drained his juice box." I can go?" Eric asked his small little hand pointing to a set of swings. Dana smile and nodded." Yes but no running you just finished eating, give your tummy time to settle." She said even though Eric was up and off of the bench and running over to the swings in seconds. Dana laughed and shook her head. "He listens as well as I sometimes do." She looked to Hank and realized at that moment how much she had actually missed him." Well I'd have Eric, so any place we went out for dinner would have to be kid friendly, and let me tell you his favorite place to eat now is Chuck -E- Cheeses... Or if you wanted you could come over to the apartment, it's small but its home, I was planning on making some pasta tonight for dinner, Eric loves his Italian food." She said as she took a small bite of her own PB&J. "I think in that case with you already planing to cook, I would love to come to your home then", he smiled broadly. Turned to look at Eric as he played enjoying his time at the park. He wondered for a moment if they had continued to remain a couple, he would have been dad to little Eric. Shook his head slowly brushing off the feel before shifting his focus back upon Dana's face and brought the bottle of water to his lips taking a small sip. "But are you sure I won't be interrupting your Saturday evening?", he asked her. "It will be nice to have someone else to talk to but a three-year-old." Dana said with a giggle." If you want we will spend another few hours here, till he tires himself out, then we will walk over to the toy store down the road get Eric something new to play with, it's my once a week treat for him since I can't be home to put him to bed." She turns and starts to put the uneaten food away turning every few seconds to keep her eyes on Eric swinging happily on the swings in the empty park, usually there were more kids, but there was a fair going on down the road the entrance fee kept her away. "Suits perfectly with me", he responded with a broad smile on his face. His life seemed just about perfect to everyone but there was something missing in it, perhaps he was missing a partner in life, and it was a fact that he never felt in the same manner for any other woman after he broke up with Dana. And meeting her after such a long time, it just felt right to be here in her company winding up on a Saturday afternoon while her little son played. Stretched out slowly flexing his muscles as he watched her put the pack the uneaten stuff. He looked in the same direction with Dana looking at little Eric trying the swings. There was a pleasant breeze blowing across which made the atmosphere even better. Dana let out a soft sigh as she settled to the bench the table cleaned, she looked on and watched as Eric played on the swings. Swinging a bit then jumping off then repeating the actions. She used to worry about him falling and breaking something or hurting himself but after the first time he actually did fall and all he did was get up and do it again she calmed down. They sat there for some time, making small talk she told him where Eric's father was, and how he called once every few months to speak to Eric, he showed up even less to see the kid. Sometimes when he showed up he gave Dana money but most of the time he didn't." Eric misses him, but I tell him every day that his daddy is off doing very important things." She shakes her head. "One day when he's older I'll tell him that his father left us, maybe, I don't want him to hate the man like I do. But he's off being a lawyer in DC I think, he makes it here every few months to visit family, he comes to see Eric sometimes, The kid loves his dad." She shrugged. "I've made pleas with him begged him to take better care of Eric but when I push that he gets Missy and says he's not even sure if Eric is his and that's just a road I do not want to go down so..." She watched as her son bored with the swings found a patch of sand to play in, she watched as he started to build sand castle. He was such a bright smart kid. He listened to every word she said all intently. From what he gathered, that guy was an asshole for behaving in such a manner. He knew guys like that and that since Dana was so obsessed with romance it wouldn't have been difficult for Eric's father to lure her and make her fall for him. In between their talk he shared some details about his life which mostly involved about work which was true in the sense that for the past few years his main priority in life had become his work, and apparently he rarely had any free time. It was a fact how girls approached him with his looks and social status working in his favor, but he never felt anything serious about any one of those girls. They talked for quite some time while Eric continued himself engaged playing there at some distance from them. Now laying back on the grass before Dana, he looked at her while she watched the little Eric and a smile curled upon the corners of his thick lips as some memories came back in his mind when they used to come and sit at the park discussing what their future would be like but now things have changed so much. Dana looked down and nudged his side with the tip of her tennis shoe covered right foot." You know while your down there you could give a girl a foot rub." She said with a half grin the one she always got when she was joking. Her eyes moved back up to her son as a little girl his age ran her way onto the playground she watched as they started to play the girls mother was sitting on a bench across the way she smiled and offered a friendly wave Dana returned it and glanced back down to Hank." I'm really glad you came out today, it kinda feels like old times." Hank chuckled playfully, "Oh now really?", before continuing, "From what I remember you used to be quite the adventurous one in the good ole times always looking to explore", he paused there flashing her a playful smile. He remembered once after school they went to a park and that particular day she was feeling quite in the mood, and they were caught by a middle-aged couple while he was eating her out with her naked from waist down. Moved slowly now seated down in front of her while she was on the chair, "Alright give me your feet then . Take off your shoes and socks," he told her before turning to look back and checking on little Eric, "Oh quite the ladies man already", smiled watching him play before shifting his focus back on Dana. She was right it did felt like old times, and he was glad that she did invite him over because he probably wouldn't have done it himself not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. Her shoes were off as well as her socks within a few seconds, she smiled at Eric then down to Hank." I still am that adventurous." She said with a giggle as Hank took one foot in her hand. "Just a little more private about that adventure now that Eric is around." She sighed softly the moment his fingers worked her over worked and sore feet." He's a good kid, very friendly." She looked at her watch. "I give him another half an hour before he comes over and says he's sleepy." He slowly worked his fingertips along the sole, and instantly he felt the tense muscles, keeping his eyes locked on her face smiled softly, "yes he is a very sweet kid", as he continued to slowly massage her foot working his fingers slowly along her toes as her other foot rested along his lap. He chuckled playfully, "Well if you say so", commenting on her being adventurous statement. Her skin was soft and smooth making him remember the old times, and now it was after such a long, long time his touch felt her skin. His fingertips stroked her ankle now massaging the muscle joint, "Just relax and ease the muscles," he told her softly. Dana let her eyes slip closed for a second, and she sighed."Oh, this is bad I could fall asleep right here..." She said with a smile as her eyes opened to get a view of her son who was now yet again swinging on the swings with the little girl he was now playing with." The heels at work aren't bad, they make your legs feel longer, give you that sexy feel. But they are hell on my feet. Then chasing a 3-year-old around at home some nights I wonder how I can even walk" She looked down at Hank and realized slowly, she was still in love with the man, this was going to end in heart break, but she couldn't seem to tell herself it wasn't worth it. "Well you're a Superwoman I suppose", he laughed softly as he continued to massage her feet before planting it back in his lap and started to treat the other foot in the same manner starting with the sole working his fingers over onto her toes before massaging her ankle joints. He was good at giving these feet massages he's been told numerous times, and he liked giving them. Now specially to Dana because even after the breakup he always thought she deserved the best in life and right now at this moment that was the least he could do to bring a smile upon her lovely lips. Dana let out a soft sigh with a smile as Hank worked on her aching feet. She sighed as she relaxed against his palms and as Eric wandered over half an hour later Dana was damn sure she did not feel like walking to the toy store or even to the bus stop to go home. But as her son settled to the bench next to her rubbing his eyes and yawning she knew he was going to be down for the count soon." Tired?" She asked as she wrapped an arm around her son, and he cuddled into her. He nodded and Dana looked down to Hank." Ready to call it a day? Get this one to the toy store then home and into his crib for a nap?" She knew she would have to convert that crib soon to the bed, but she was putting it off until the day Eric climbed out of it. For now, he was falling asleep easily and just waiting for her to come get him. "Sure, let's go then," he replied before standing up on his feet. Eric looked so cute as he cuddled next to Dana which brought a smile on Hank's face, "you were right, he didn't take long to tire himself out". Walked slowly as they began to approach towards the exit, "I am glad you invited me over, it was refreshing to be out here and not spending the afternoon in my office", he muttered slowly with his hands tucked around his trouser's pockets and a few curls covered his forehead as the wind blew. His car was parked outside and though he didn't say anything yet but he's really looking forward to taking Eric to the toy store buying him a present before they headed towards Dana's house. "This way," he told Dana as they entered the parking lot. She looked at the car then down to the sleeping child she had pulled up and into her arms, then she adjusted the bag she carried over her shoulder." We'll meet you at the toy store." She smiled gently. "He will wake up long enough to get a toy then fall asleep on the bus ride home. He's too small to ride in a car without a car seat, He's growing like a weed, so pretty soon he will be in a booster." She gave a small shrug. "I have no car and the bus doesn't require them..." She blushed a bit at her rambling. She took a side step smiling at him. "We will see you there..." She had a moment of shame she didn't have a car and there were months she didn't eat just so she could pay rent and keep the electric and heat on in the apartment. But Eric was taken care of that was all that mattered in the end. "Well then in that case let me hold Eric while we go to the store and get him a toy", smiled as he stepped in closer extending his both hands waiting for Dana to give the sleeping child. He didn't pressurized her in taking a ride with him when she mentioned his car not having a proper seat. It was two-seater, and he loved his ride but at this particular moment Hank wished he owned one of those sedan cars. But there was no way he was going to let her walk alone to the store and decided to walk with her. The walk to the toy store was quiet, she carried the basket of leftovers and the diaper bag that always ended up doubling as a purse and Hank carried a sleeping Eric." What are you going to do about your car? You cannot leave it at the park all night..." She asked as they entered the toy store. The place was pretty much dead, and Eric slept through the entire shopping trip. She saw quite a few things she wanted to buy for Eric, but she put most of them back, picking up a pack of toy cars and army men she checked the price and did a bit of math in her head. She could afford it. Though truth be told she wanted to get him the talking GI-Joe and the Larger truck he had been eying for weeks now, but that $50 price tag on each kept her away. "Yes you are right. I think perhaps I'll hire a cab for you and Eric following you in the car". He knew that she was right earlier when she suggested that it was unsafe for him to travel without a car belt, and he didn't want to force anything upon her knowing that Ric's safety was their main priority. He watched Dana checking the price tags on the G.I. Joe and the large Truck before putting it back on the shelf. It was obvious that she was going through some financial issues and when she stepped forward he quietly picked up both the items. He remembered his own childhood when his parents couldn't afford most of the things he wanted and now that he has worked hard in his life to afford all the best things in life, the images of those events were still fresh in his mind. In addition to the two items, he picked another BMW car toy placing it upon the counter and turned to look at Dana flashing a small smile, "C`mon bring in these toys. I am sure you are not planning to spend the rest of the day in here, are you?", chuckled softly at her. "I wasn't..." Dana said softly eying the toys on the counter. "Buying for your collection?" She set the diaper bag down and looked to her son sleeping peacefully in Hank's arms." You buy those for him, he will expect gifts like that every time, and I do not want to disappoint him." Chris knew her son had enough to be disappointed about.

_It's just a job._ (Desirous & ElizabethRayne)|rating:4.0

By his will (frostsider and mistressvoluptas)

Chris Markov sighed as he walked into his classroom. It was the first day of the year and already the 27-year-old man was sweating the little things. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He stood at six feet two inches. The reason why he was stressing was that there was a transfer student from out of state. It was not known why she was transferring to their school, but it was clear there was something special about her. Chris was not sure what was special about her, but the principal came to him and told him that Chris needs to take her under his wing. That he needs to protect her and be the one to listen to her and help her. So here was Chris waiting for the very girl he was in charge of now to arrive. He would have to be careful as if one wrong move could cost him his job. Chris also needed to win her over. He needs her to be confident in his abilities. So now came the big moment in his life. He looked over her rap sheet. She was smart but the knock on her was that she was shy and often was led by others and did not take the leadership role. Her picture was like a work of art. Was that her. Dear god she could practically be a porn star if it was not the fact that she had an outfit that covered her body. Adjusting the glasses that framed her vibrant green eyes Theresa Evans the freshly eighteen students was propped against the hallway wall. Her Thigh length blonde hair draped over her as she leaned there desperately out of breath. Theresa bit her large, pouty lips and couldn't help, but curse her body, as usual. While normally she hated her...anomaly most of all, right now she was cursing the backbreaking weight on her chest most of all." Why can't they stop growing? She moaned as she stopped to cupped her enormous 64" chest for a moment in the empty hall. Even with her homemade sports bra their painful bouncing and crushing weight made running anywhere a terrible burden and she is quite late for her meeting with her new teacher. Her grades have always come easily to her, She lost count of how many times her family moved her once her birth defect became known to spare themselves the shame of everyone knowing they had freaked for a....daughter. Picking herself and her bookbag up she catches her second wind and meekly makes her way down to the correct classroom door and the mousy girl knock and nervously sputters out"M-M-M-Mr. M-Markov I-I-I'm sorry I'm late. I-I-I was told to come meet you, sir." Chris mouth dropped when he looked her over. Yup she was perfect in every way. "No worries. Here let me give you a tour of the place." And that's how it began. He would show her everything including lunchroom, bathrooms, hallways, her classrooms, and of course the library. When he was done he would turn and look at her. "Ok than back to the classroom for your first lesson. Here at our school we take pride at doing our best to give you the best education. I promise by the end of the year you're going to be a completely better person." If she was not a drop-dead perfect girl.That's when the bell went off and Chris smiled. The lessons were slow and everything seemed to go well. He made sure to go slowly for her and answer any questions he had for her. He noticed right away she was shy and DI not like being around others. Well that was ok. She would make friends eventually. When at last the last bell sounded he would dismiss the class walk over and smile. "That's all there is to it. Did you enjoy your first day?" Theresa couldn't help, but squirm uncomfortably on her big, heart shaped ass all throughout class. God, she hated these tiny desks, Her overflowing chest took up all the space on top. Making actually using impossible, not to mention the difficulty of seeing only the top half the board. She had gotten used over the years to having to learn to take her notes and write on her self, but her soft, supple flesh was still a poor writing surface. Her notes were always filled with shorthanded that slips or accidental punctures.However, the worst were the stares and the Snickers or the gossip from the other girls. Theresa couldn't help, but cringe having already gained the mean spirited nickname comparing her to a dairy cow." There goes any hope of making friends" she mournfully lamented as classed finished. At her teacher was not very nice, but so handsome. She found herself working twice as hard in class in a desperate attempt to please him. When he spoke her beat faster, and her face felt so flushed. And here he was kindly walking over to see how her day was....god he was so perfect!....sadly she was not she could feel her secret shame slowly becoming a problem as it struggled within it's binding...damn it why does everything on me have to be so big! Blushing and meekly looking up she couldn't help, but shake a little in fright. Look up beneath her mountain of flesh as he approached from the front. Her rather sexy, but extremely soft-spoken voice escaped her large, pouty lips"I-I-It was g-g-good sir, thank you. I-I-'m sorry though m-may I please have a larger desk tomorrow and be excused to go t-t-t-o the b-b-b-bathroom please sir. She begged and pleaded with herself that her erection wouldn't show to this beautiful man. She dreaded the thought of having to tell her parents she was found out on the first day almost more the bullying that always ensued from the students or scornful looks from previously beloved teachers. Chris smiled before gently putting his hand on hers. "I understand. I will see to it, you have a table in the back. Nothing to worry about." He said not realizing her erection or that she had a penis in the first place. "You may go to the bathroom. But remember that school is out so I would not be there too long." He said softly before again smiling. He saw people making fun of her, and he scorned them for being cruel to her. Furthermore, he wondered though what was so important that she needed to use the restroom now? She could do so at home yes? Still Chris began to collect his things from his desk as the students filed out towards the buses and their cars. He would wait to see if the young girl whose tits seemed to be perfect needed help. He could suckle those babies for days. Furthermore, he could tit fuck her and cum on her face, and he could fuck her until her pussy ached for more. Granted he still thought she was all woman as she appeared to be a goddess. He was also trying his best to hide and erection he was having to this woman. With a sigh of relief she rises and straightens herself out quickly, offering her professor a polite curtsy her hand on her stomach, trying her best to keep the painful binding struggling to contain her increasingly erect girl-cock. Grabbing her bag she bids farewell to the kindly attractive professor she practically runs as fast her heaving breasts would allow to the nearest bathroom. Thanking a list of deities for the small favor the bathrooms would be mostly empty. She was in desperate need of relief before trying to head for the bus, which thankfully according her new schedule would be one of the last to arrive giving her plenty of time. Finally, breathing heavily as her thigh slapping girl cock just about breaks free of her simple binding on its own she finds an empty boys room with no one in sight in the hallway she quietly sneaks in. Yet the second she set foot in she instantly regretted her decision. The scent of male sweat and cum practically permeated the room and the sick perverse parts of her mind that she was terribly ashamed off was found that enticing. Her mind rush with thoughts of all the attractive boys sneaking in and ...seeking the same relief she needed right now. Looking herself in the mirror she could see how just barely she made it in time the thick, bulge of her freed cock's struggled to break free was visible through her conservative long sleeved shirt. And sweater It's thick cylindrical profile highly noticeable between her humongous breasts. As it slipped underneath her beige homemade bra and slipped soft between her cleavage sending ripples of intense pleasure through her ashamed, disgusted mind. Slipping her fingers around her large, child bearing hips she tugged at her plain white panties and undid the binding straps just barely keeping her heavy, fertile balls in place. Layer by layer she quickly stripped herself even of her socks and shoes. She couldn't bare the thought of getting her cum all over clean school clothes. No matter she did int hat situation she could find shame and ridicule. Fully nude she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror for moments. Ashamed of the disgusting lewd face she couldn't stop making as she's breathing in the thick, musky scent filling the room she cupped one her massive breasts in her hands, musing for a second about how long it had been since she was able to see her stomach in the mirror while quite clearly hating how much the heavy burdensome things impacted her life and attracted attention. Pretty much the only thing she liked about herself was her creamy, soft, supple skin. She may not have liked how she looked, but she was very proud of her skin it was always very clear and soft. She just wishes it was twice as sensitive as other peoples. Breaking away from looking at herself she reminded herself she was on a time limit as she set her clothes down under the sink whee they would be safe and walked sheepishly towards one of the stalls. Propping herself up against one of the cold, smooth tiled walls with one hand and slipped her thigh slapping cock between her breasts and into her mouth. While her other hand placed the end of her palms above her heavy, swinging balls while the rest of her hand slipped over it and gently probed her moist, virginal slit with the tip of her finger. Sliding her finger slowly and gently along her vulva while her large, pouty lips form a tight seal round the throbbing head of her girl cock. Suckling and teasing the tip with her tongue, she moved her torso forward slightly, awkwardly trying to tit fuck her backbreaking chest as her ring finger finally slides itself inside her, gently probing her tender, virginal rose garden sending the radiating waves of wet, wave-like heat surging within her into overdrive. Chris watched as she rushed away and something was even more odd about the way she walked. He would shrug this off as he walked back to his desk and gathered his things. He would than head down the hall and as he past the restroom, he had suddenly the need to pee. Furthermore, he thought for a moment if he should wait till he got home but decided to not risk the chance of peeing his pants. Furthermore, he would slowly walk into the restroom and right before he turned to corner he could hear the moans. Furthermore, he peeked around the corner expecting to catch two people fucking and what he saw shocked him. There was Theresa tit fucking.was that a cock that she had coming from her legs. He would look at where it connected and put his hand over her mouth. Yup those were balls above her pussy. So Theresa was a FTA huh. Well that surely explained a lot about her. The more he thought about it the more he would come to accept it. He wondered if he should say anything but at that moment he got a dark and twisted idea. If he caught her she surely would beg him not to reveal her secret right? She would be his to play with. Sure he could not care about the cock and would never swing that way, but she had a women body besides that. Besides what guy would ignore this chance? So he rounded the corner and snuck up behind her before leaning in. Still he would wait a few moments and watch her. He wanted to see what she did to pleasure herself since it was clear she did not have a boyfriend. No woman would go to the boys room to masturbate. Even FTA's. They would go home unless they did this to hide it from their parents they were sexually active. Either that or her parents were ashamed of her. That meant she had no one to rely on. If he made her think he was her only friend perhaps she would do anything to keep him as her friend. Maybe even become his personal cum dump. The thought made him hard in his pants. Chris was not small, though nowhere near her size as she was truly a freak of nature in the cock department. Still at a foot long, he could easily hit her womb and make her squeal with pleasure. He would get another idea. He grabbed her clothes and hid them in his bag. That way she would be stuck and unable to run. The warmth of her clothes was perfect, and he took a whiff of her smell. Not bad. Now was the time to act." I see why you were so eager to rush to the bathroom." He said preparing to catch her if she were to fall forward. "Your balls must ache with the need.or is it the need for your womanly side to beg for a cock inside you? I understand now why you moved around. Why your so desperate for friends. You must wish that guys found you attractive don't you." He said softly. He would then surprise her surely with his next statement. "What if there was one who did, what would you do to keep him attracted to you?" He asked. The opening of the bathroom door, the open stall door, the strong fragrant cologne of her teacher, all these sensations for lost to Theresa as she furiously brought herself over the edge and beyond with both of insatiable sexes. The sheer weight of herneedwas blinding. If she had been more aware of herself she would have noticed her muffled moans, and loud, slurping sounds of her auto felicitation and the sound of her monster of a cock slapping between her supple breasts. The noise would give her away to anyone within earshot even if Chris hadn't happened on this bad. But as her wide hips buckled under and contracted the churning sensation in her balls led to a almost popping sensation as her inner dam burst she couldn't anything, but blissful overestimation as both her sexes came with earth shaking intensity causing a torrent of fluids pours into her mouth. It was her secret shame, but she loved the taste and smell of cum, even if all she had ever had was own, but it seems it wasn't such a secret now...with an overwhelming since of dread creeping upon her, it slowly dawned on her that she wasn't alone...as she pumped the thick, hot ropes of seed one after another she shook with a terrible sense of doom as she slowly turns and heard the voice of the new teacher...and let out a muffled, terrified scream into her tip as it slowly withered on her, she practically collapsed instantly Oh god no! Of all the people to find her, why did it have to be the dreamy new teacher...she had so desperately wanted him to like her... His words wee a blur as the pounding panic and almost hyperventilating panic she was experiencing was almost too much to bear "Oh, god no please let me die, let me die let me die right now... I can't go home and explain this...no please no she lamented as she flung herself to his feet and prostrated herself before him pathetically groveling, begging the tall, handsome man to just forget he saw this..." Please please I'll do anything Mr. Markov ANYTHING! Just don't tell anyone I'm a freak, please don't! I can't go home and tell my parents! They'd move us again or kill me! Her sobbing quickly sunk to incoherence as she kept begging Chris thought for a moment. How should he approach her? Well she did indeed jump to conclusions ad now he had all the power. "Well you did break rules...but since your so adamant about making it known that you don't want people to know perhaps I can let it slide, of course that depends on how willing you are to work for what I have in store for you. I'm going to make you my aid. you'll do whatever I say when I say it." He said gripping her butt and playing with it. This of course was a sign that he was not mortified of her. Rather it made it so that she would believe he thought her attractive, He was probably the first for sure." Theresa you have a wonderful body. By the end of this school year you're going to be rather comfortable with it. You won't even care if people know and you shouldn't. You have a very womanly body waiting for a man to claim it." He said whispering into her ear as he was pressed against her and his bulge would be felt against her. "Do you have a cell phone Theresa?" He asked her. He was going to prepare for her transformation into the schools biggest slut, and his personal piece of ass. Theresa was frozen, her mind not quite sure how to process what was happening. Not only was Mr. Markov not yelling and cursing her for being a freak, but he was going to not tell, and she wasn't even in trouble and all she had to do was be a teachers aid? Her naked shivering body was still trembling at his feet, drained, and terrified and terrified beyond words his kind, but stern words, the strange, but extremely rare praise ha touched her in a way she had never felt before. Desperately attempting to regain her composure Theresa had just resolved herself to trust him ...and then his strong, firm hands gripped her soft, heart shaped ass, and then he forced her face into crotch. Theresa couldn't help, but let out a small, mousy shriek, and was dovetailed, by a slight lewd moan. No how shaken and confused her mind was, her body knew exactly how it wanted to respond. Looking up as the tall handsome man asked her for her phone, she put everything she had into try to form the words "... M-M-M-My c-c-c-c-clothes, sir it's a small pink smartphone. It's in my clothes, but I left them on the sink sir, thank you for helping me. I-I-'ll do everything you ask and I'll be the best aid you ever had sir!" she finally managed to stammer out in her soft, barely audible voice Chris smiled before helping BER to his feet. Not yet but soon. "Alright I'm going to give your clothes. You're going to write your number on a piece of paper and leave after you dress. You'll receive a text from me with instruction on what you will wear to school. If you follow the instructions to the letter you will have proven you meant what you said." He said smiling and waited for her to do as he had instructed. He would continue to sport an erection that she would easily see. That way she would know he was telling the truth. He wanted her to want to be wanted. Be wanted her to need to be wanted. He knew that she was weak willed and that she would seek his guidance. She was already tasting the luxuries of having someone who saw her as a woman and not a freak. That kind of need was irreplaceable. Finally, he had gotten a woman at his side. Chris would make up for all the years that were wasted on other women. He would let this woman feel all that he had to offer and more. "Oh and Theresa call me Chris. I like when you say my name off those perfect lips." His words were kind and yet tactful. He knew he was strengthening her need to be praised by him. He knew that he also was the first to probably praise her in a long time. After all she stammered like someone who had no confidence. He handed her the clothes back and would wait for her to give him her cell number and once he had it, he would head out with a simple kiss to her forehead. "I'll be watching." He said grinning before heading out. He would then head home and ready his first instructions. Hello Theresa this is Chris. I have your first instructions. You to dress a little differently tomorrow. Tomorrow you will forgo pants or anything else and wear a skirt. The length does not matter. What does is what you will be wearing? You are to wear a tight top, with the top button undone. You will not wear a bra, nor will you wear panties of any kind. Last you will not bind your cock or balls at all. I want you to go free tomorrow. I bet you are wondering why I am asking you to do this. Simple, I want you to accept your body as sexy and lustful. If your also wondering how you will hide your cock from the world, if the shirt is tight enough your boobs should keep it in place. You will have a package waiting at your new desk. You will out it on and in you. No questions need be asked. If your cock were to become free at any time you are not aloud to ask to excuse yourself. You will do your best to conceal it via your desk. Lastly if for any reason you become hard you must relieve yourself in the classroom. Again the desk will conceal you. You may cum in your mouth, but you must show me how you slosh it around in your mouth and play with its texture via your tongue. If you are unable to use your mouth because the head peaked out of your shirt, and it is in fact flopped out and under your skirt, you will have to rub one out which you will coat your desk with your cum. I want you to remember that the desk I have given you is a gift along with the ability to masturbate as well. You will enjoy tomorrow I think. If you comply with all of my requests I will let your virgin pussy have its first dicking by my cock. Oh, and one last thing, you will call me Chris outside the classroom and when we are alone. Inside the classroom and in public you will refer to me as your master. Reply by thanking your master to give you such a wonderful gift. And with that the message was sent. He knew it may shock her, but he also knew it might awake her inner slut. That was his goal. With that Chris poured himself some wine and toasted himself to his victory. Theresa struggled to sleep that entire night. Over and over she mulled Mr.Mark-Chris's instructions. They were blatantly and shamelessly over the line, just the thought of having to abide by such orders terrified her by all rational thought, but who could she really turn to? Her parents would just be furious and blame the whole mess on her. They barely speak to her or even try to hide their open disdain for her condition as it is... Not to mention if Chris is bold enough to send this to her on her first day, then surely he's done it before and that means the school isn't likely to step in, she feared. Yet...beneath the feel of his hand on her body was exhilarating she could still his warmth on her skin and the smell of his cologne on the wind. Something about the dominant and focused man excited her in a way she's never felt before. He is the one seen her hideous...appendage and didn't seem disgusted at all. She didn't know what to make of it, but she had three cold showers between when she got home and stood dreading the day in front of her closet. Theresa didn't have many skirts since her parents were always concerned and her wardrobe was dreadfully plain and conservative. Rummaging through all her she did manage to find her only skirt. A black calf-length pleated skirt. Finding something tight-fitting however would be as much of a challenge as slipping out of the house in it. The fabric was itchy and slid against her bare assets with every movement. After a great deal of searching she did find a dark gray cotton shirt that she could barely fit around her chest anymore. It wasn't exactly sexy, and she hadn't worn it in years, but princess seams, tapered darts and mostly importantly button front did at least give it a decent look. Of course, she looked ridiculous in her eyes, but she had followed Chris' instructions as best she could. Her chest wobbled and struggled to break free of the tight fabric. She feared it would barely survive the day without a seam bursting. Even without a bra she had tried to button the top she'd never be able to it was almost having her cock pinned down so tightly, she dreaded the instructions about what to do should...it is an issue most of, but hopefully whatever cosmic force that had it out for her personally would be busy that day with something else. Whatever Chris intended that he wouldn't be upset at her attempts to follow his instructions as best she could. Finally dressed she bit her lip and managed to sneak out and on onto bus. Her secret barely contained, and her head lowed lost int thought. The next few moments were a spinning blur of introverted fears so much so that she greatly shocked when she found herself standing outside the classroom door after shuffled along with the flow of fellow students for so long. Meekly she sheepishly greeted Mr. Markov and awaited his judgement. Chris smiled softly to her as she walked in. He had been waiting for a girl like this. If the school did step in he would not be at fault as he knew she would never rat him out. Of course if she did she would be expelled, and he would take her in. He had her follow him into his office before he presented a box. Inside the box was a vibrate that would go around her cock and the other two in her butt and pussy. He knew she would never say no to him and while she was timid about being dressed this way he could bet she was not strong enough to oppose." I want you to put these on and in you. Do not take them off in any way. This is a test for you. Pass and you will be rewarded. Fail and your parents and everyone will know. Of course do not worry. Should that happen I will take you in and give you a home where you will be loved and wanted." He said letting her know she was safe should she slip up and reveal her girl cock. Chris smiled and traced her cock with one finger down to the base where he would slip his hand under her skirt and toy with her pussy. "I have faith you will do your best. Oh, and one last thing. You look amazing in that." He said before giving her breasts a squeeze and fondling her for a moment. "Now you'll notice there is a teacher desk in the back. That is your new desk. You'll see that it prevents anyone from seeing your legs and waist. So should you need to take care f any wood your body might make your free to do so. If it slips out stay seated and let it just hang out." She trembled before the intimidating, but kind man. Theresa mind was reeling with this strange roller-coaster of the kindest things she's ever heard followed by the most mortifying threats and instructions. Chris's orders, and that vile little box were bad enough, but then she felt the men firm, sensual grip on her hypersensitive chest. His rough firm hand teasing every voluminous inch and squeezing the taunt fabric. Her shirt was alright stretched so thin it may as well had been a second skin he squeezed her through. Her knees buckling as the warmth starts to build within her. The poor Fulani girl found herself helpless to resist his charisma. Lifting her long skirt and clutching its rim between her teeth she proceeded to take the small smooth plastic vibrators. Licking them each first for lubrication she pressed the first to round, heart shaped ass. Pressing her clenching, resisting rectum, press struggled to slide the thankfully modestly size toy insider her tight, squeezing rectum, a soft gasped escape her plump, pouty lips once the pained, surging fueled sent shock waves to the blackmailed girl. Her knees shaking she slides the second one in, again with the same sequence, although time, far more gently, teasing her sensitive slit as she teased the opening allowed her moistness to ease her work as she gently, and slowly slide the object into place. Almost instantly her balance, wavered. The sensation was too much. Her secret shame roared to engorged life in response "Oh god, not already!she bemoaned internally as slipped the vibrating ring into place hurling herself at record speed over the edge as she collapsed to the floor an overstimulated and babbling mes as she's struggling to coherently request a moment to attend to her needs before class. Chris smiled as he got on one knee and kissed her forcing his tongue into her mouth and deepening the kiss. He would touch the engorged cock to feel how hard she was. She would not last long but being that the bell was going ring so right now time was working against her. "You don't have time to do that. You'll have to hold it in till after class or do as I told you and secretly do it during class. Course with his hard it is I wonder how long before your shirt breaks because of the pressure those buttons are under." He said tracing the finger against over her length. "I want to know something before you go to class. Do you fantasize about me?" He asked curious now filling me and prolonging her need to help herself. He cupped her balls softly before smiling. "Your right you are quite full. Do you need to blow a huge load? It's almost as if you refill your cum faster than most men. I wonder what you would so if you had a pussy to use this dick on. Or what would you do if I whipped my cock out right now. Would you want to suck me off? Or would you offer your body to me?" He asked further giving her more ideas and fantasies.Then an idea came into his mind. Chris held up his phone."I'll text you when your safe to help yourself during close. Wait for my instructions. If you need to take pressure off of your shirt when you sit down and all the kids are facing away from you, you can slip it under your skirt. You have my permission but be warned if you stand up you will be found out. I will call upon you to stand before the class to read as some point so if its out you're done for. Of course the upside to that is you'll be free of people calling you freak. You'll be my slave full-time and ill-treat you like you're the sexiest woman alive. Of course again your choice on your actions." He said knowing hinting at freedom would be appealing to her. Would she give up her life and live with him? He assumed probably not yet. For now hinting would simply cloud her mind. Oh my Buddha, why does he have to be as handsome and charming as he is terrifying? Theresa thought to herself timidly as Chris cupped her overstuffed balls. But his deep, heartthrob voice it was a miracle Theresa hadn't caused to cream herself right there in his office, and for a moment she really wished he had taken her virginity right there, there just something so overwhelming about everything he did, and said, and, smelled. If she wasn't so scared of her blackmailer or being found out she would have been swooning. The idea of being a slave was alien to her, but knowing that no matter happens this wonderful if forceful Adonis would be there for her was such strangely comforting. Class was extremely pain it took every once of willpower for her to wait. Every three or second between her note-taking she was watching to make sure her secret stay hidden enough or for Chris text for when it's safe. It certainly didn't help that her arousal had turned even the snicking and name-calling now with the added addition of teachers pet, was actually turning her on somehow. It was humiliating, and they looked at her outfit was galling, but something the word pet...just made the warmth surging inside her all the more...intense it was all becoming too much to bear. Releasing this monster between her soft, supple milk barrels it was almost worth getting caught,, but the threat of being called up with it out and not to mention her huge loads of cum...there's getting caught and then there is twisting the knife...there's no way the class wouldn't be able to stand that...but maybe if she just edge it her mouth and swallowed it all... but should she wait for the text? She was visibly sweating now. This was pure hell. Chris watched her as she sat there during class and watched as she waited and hoped she would not cream herself. What he did not tell her was that he had a remote control in his pocket and that the setting she was fighting to withstand was the lowest. He would up it a setting and knowing full well what might happen next. He watched for any sign of reaction. Furthermore, he saw the way she looked at him, and he knew she was considering his proposal. After all she was thinking a lot to herself. She was also checking her cock here and there. So she was worried about getting caught, was she? He than looked at her shirt and made note o f how strained her buttons were. One wrong move and her shirt would pop open and reveal her secret anyway. Of course, he would wait until the last second to text her if he did at all. He was amused by her torment a little bit. Still Chris know that Theresa was in a rock and a hard place. He sat down and allowed the class to read aloud one person at a time. Theresa would be the last if the bell did not go off first. His eyes narrowed as he watched her every move before upping the vibrators again one more level of intensity. As all three vibrators sparked to a greater intensity was just too much, she was already tortured past her limits. Now they seemed to spike in power and her girl-cock respond nearly forcing itself out of her shirt as he buttons started to fray and break as the tip soaked her in bookings globs of pre-cum as poked her over and over as throbbed harder and angrier"Oh god no not now! It's too much I can't stop it anymore please text Chris she begs internally. Shoving the behemoth under her skirt with a painful and unsubtle push with her hands just in time to save the Fifth button on her bursting shirt leaving it obscenely and irreversibly open with a needle. Her erect, pink nipples were just barely covered now. Any sense of restraint was now lost. As she reached under her skirt starts to run her fingers along the girth shaft with unrestrained passion. Chris watched with glee as he saw her bulge disaster and assumed that she had done exactly what he warned her not to do at this situation. He had her now. "Theresa stands up, and please recite the sections on page 32." he called and was about to rejoice when the bell sounded, and he inwardly cursed to himself. The gods were cruel. He had her now she was going to get away. He dismissed his class before looking to Theresa and walking to her." Stand up Theresa and show me how close you were to revealing to everyone you dark fantasy of being a sexy hot FTA cock girl. Your teacher'cock girl needs to show her teacher how bad she needs him to sate her sexual frustration. Do you want a cock in you Theresa?" He asked walking around the desk and readying himself to rip her shirt off and breaking the buttons. He wanted her to convert slowly to being completely loyal to him. How long will it be before she sees herself wanting this and not thinking she is being blackmailed. When does the line between desire and reality become one. Chris wanted to find out and soon. The longer he waited, the more he postponed her release and thus driving her mad. The poor blackmailed Fulani was nearly rendered incoherent as she struggled to walk to the front just as the bell mercifully rang her, pained gasping breath and sweating needy body nearly double over from the intensive vibrator that by the time she crawled to the front the class had already got she crawled to the front moaning and panting her enormous breasts dragging across the floor along with her painfully erect cock. "I-i-i .too much. I-I-I- c-c-c-an't take anymore p-p-please- cock...need you" she's struggling to stammer out as her body wracked by the vibrators seems to fight her every attempt to rise to her feet. Hers buckling as she leans on the desk, shirt fully torn open as she manages with no small amount of lust-mad difficulty to lift her skirt displaying her monstrous, painfully erect cock red and throbbing as it's pre-cum leaks in thick, beady globs. Down it's long, rigid length before collapses on her back as the rhythmic contractions of hips prove too much, and her knees give out. Her breasts exposed, and her skirt lifted to the point of doing nothing to hide her girl-cock Chris smiled before walking to the door and locking it so they would be left to themselves. He was going to train her to service his needs. He began to unbuckle his pants and his own rigid foot long cock came into view and erect. Furthermore, he grinned. "Look how hard you've made me. Your sinful body needs a man in its life. Is this not what you have always wanted?" He asked as he upped the vibrates to max power and began to rub his head against her soaked pussy lips before walking around and laying it against her lips." Tell your master what you want me to do with my cock and yours." He ordered knowing her self will was gone. Her need was great, and it was obvious that she was coming out of the closet that she was a big slut in need of a man to use her and want her in his bed. She was lonely and most men probably would look at her like she was a vile creature. He knew she was desperate for love. "I want you as a woman is needed by a man. I want to fuck your pussy and make love to your body. Do you want that?" He asked hoping she was desperate enough. Her mind was already a broken mess at the second-lowest setting, but the second at sent her so beyond any coherent form of thought. Somehow the vibrators were keeping her from coming or should already have done so three times over as the vibrating pulse left her panting, gasping lust-mad body convulsing on the floor causing her mountainous breasts to bounce and jiggle obscenely. Her long carefully manicured nails were digging into the floor as she struggled to hang on to anything solid at the moment As she struggles to pant out a response to Chris's question in between her ill-lucid moaning"Cock....in...me.please... I'll...d-d-do. An-y-thing t-t-take my-virginity-...impregnate.....anything...just.....please cum in me and let me cum!she screams lust-mad and lurid, headless of anything, but the radiating blaze in her painfully undersexed loins. Chris smirked. "Than from this day forward you will serve me." He said before pressing into her mouth and letting the sensation of her tongue to envelop his cock. His heavy balls pressed against her nose and he gripped those lovely tits. "We have to make ourselves wet so we can enter you properly." He said moaning as he dragged himself back out before pushing back in and letting his head reach her throat. He knew she would enjoy a cock other than hers in her mouth. Furthermore, he was also forcing herself to tit fuck herself by rubbing her tits against her girl cock. Furthermore, he would deem after several thrusts he would walk over to her others side and rub himself against her pussy and then press into her slowly. Furthermore, he could feel her untamed flesh slowly expand to give way to his head. Furthermore, he slapped at her tits again and pulled at her nipples. Furthermore, he could feel his cock rub against her hymen. Furthermore, he would smile before slamming into her pussy. His cock ripped through her barrier and bottom out. God, she was tight. He had claimed her cherry at last. "By the gods Theresa your pussy is the best." Her hips instantly buckled as the overpowered vibrator was removed, and replaced by hard thick cock of her Master. Even the pain of torn hymen and the loss of blood afterward were nothing compared to relief she felt as the vibrator no longer keeping her now deflowered vagina from cumming is removed. The strong radial heat within her oversexed orifices become stronger and stronger as the tingly feeling becomes stronger and stronger with every rhythmic contraction almost as her tight walls contract and milk every girth inch of Chris's beautiful cock as he thrusts into her with rough, hip breaking force causing his balls to slap loud against her tight round ass and as well cause her own to slap into his stomach further driving her own monstrous, vibrator sealed cock to thrust faster and faster between her gargantuan breasts sending her far beyond her limits her consciousness was fading fast from the over stimulation, and she wouldn't be able to stop herself self from cumming any longer He moaned loudly as Chris found his cock slamming against her womb with every push. He could feel her milking him trying to feel his cock cum in her. Every ounce of resistance was gone and what he wanted was confirmed. She was his slave now and would serve him as she for sure would want to keep him happy and thus giving him a reason to stay with her. He gripped her giant tits. "I want to see you cum in your mouth and drink your own cum again. That was so fucking hot. It makes me want to cream pie you and risk knocking you up. But before you do, tell me how does it feel a cock pound your insides for the first time? Must be pretty great knowing you are wanted for your womanhood." He said before spanking her ass. Her mind was an addled haze at the point, lust was sum total of her existence at this moment and some twisted part of her thrilled in the indulgence released from the shackles her neurosis as her monstrous cock fucked her soft, supple breasts as hard as her buckling, contracting hips would allow. Her panting, gasping labored breaths took a backseat to her loud, obscene screams as the damn within her brook and tight, deflowered cunt exploded in a deluge of pleasure and heat. Joined by its opposing sex as her girl cock forced into her mouth and poured thick, hot ropes of cum down her gagging throat silencing her screams as her carefully manicured nails ruined themselves on the hard linoleum floors desperate for something to hold on to. Chris continued to pound into her but upon her squeezing onto him with her climax and seeing her drink her own cum made Chris lose control, and it was his turn to cum. His balls tightened and he filled her slowly. He moaned loudly his satisfaction and looked into the eyes of his new pet. Theresa enjoyed being used and for the first time in the FTA's life she had enjoyed sex with a man. Her body was perfection and Chris knew it. He began to play WTH her large sized breasts and squeezing the nipples between his fingers. "Did you enjoy that Theresa?" He asked as he felt Lt himself become flaccid slowly and slip out with a wet pop. Her pussy looked used and swollen from being fucked by his cock. His cream was oozing slowly out. Chris knew there was no turning back now as he had just cum inside of her with no protection. "Theresa you've been bred. Your body belongs to me now. I'll have to convince your parents to have you live with me." Chris began to talk about his plans. "Would that make you haply?" Groggily dragging herself to a sitting position her bare, cum coated breasts heaving with every gasping, deep breath as she wipes her cum from her full lips. With a meek nod as she lets the tide of euphoric chemicals washing over her tired mind. Had her senses returned sooner she would have been horrified at what she'd done, but it felt so good. She did care that she was naked and panting in the middle of the class and maybe even pregnant for once she just let herself go, and it felt wonderful. As she tried to form the proper words to express her thanks and devotion to her master her exhausted body just gave out on her large and she collapsed into the handsome older man. Her warm supple breasts pillowing into his rugged frame as she drifted off into a deep slumber. Chris smiled before getting her somewhat dressed with a coat and carrying her to his car. He would take her to his home. A week had passed since she was out. Much had been done now for Chris scheme had come to a full swing. He had talked to the parents and asked them to have her stay with him from now on. Both parents practically told him he could have the little bitch freak. They hated her and to be rid of her was like a breath of fresh air. They were free of their daughter and Chris did not care. She was his. He threw out all her things and made sure to make a note that he would have to buy her slutty new clothes. He even withdrew her from the school. There was no need for her there anymore. He would right a letter of from both the principal and her parents. The principal's letter was that of expelling her from the school for being seen naked in class. The other was from her parents stating they hated her and wanted nothing to do with her and that Chris saved her from being homeless. He made it sound like that they told her that he was her guardian now and to do everything he said as she owed him her life. He would then have a letter from himself explaining to her what had happened, though it was a lie he created so she would think she had ruined her life and that he had saved her. Furthermore, he wrote that she lived with him now and would have to work for him. Since she was not legally his kid the only way she would be able to stay with him is if she worked as his maid. He filled out a request application and everything and gotten her a job as a maid, though he had paid the man off with plenty of money to make it work out right away. She had a job now that would tie her to him. He was her master in the literal sense. On the end of the bed was a maid's outfit, if it could be called that. The top would barely fit and since she would not have a bra her nipples would be visible. The skirt was barely a skirt and would show off everything. A pair of high heels would make her stand up a little taller and show off her curves. There was a thong there that barely would cover her pussy and dig into her balls somewhat but would not hide her asshole. A note of put these on was on them. Theresa's mind was a groggy mess and muscles were stiff and weak. As her nude, supple body slowly stirred to wakefulness. Given the soreness as she tried to movie in driven into a panic by the unfamiliar. Yet Chris was kind enough to dispel her worries with his note. However, all the information presented to her left Theresa greatly conflicted. On the one hand The note from her parents disowning her lacked their usual level of venom by their normal standards "Bitch freak and glad to be rid of you" was practically saying I love you, but to be free of their abuse was greatly welcomed, What broke her heart was when she discovered her indulgence at school did indeed get her expelled. Still Chris, the kind and loving man that now owned everything too true to his promise the deeply indebted feeling the young Fulani felt to him was beyond words. She was so happy to have someone who could love and support even a loathsome creature like herself." Master" she thought as she slipped into her uniform. It felt, right to say somehow. Her chosen outfit a week ago was nothing compared to this. The tight thin fabric barely concealing her breasts to begin with, even while station nearly made her hang her head in shame, She didn't even need to look into the mirror to tell her nipples were showing the way it teased her hypersensitive breasts was maddening. How would she ever be able to focus on such a thing?However, the skirt if it wasn't just a belt she had mistaken was worse. It's embarrassing shortness, and it's way of digging painfully into her balls while leaving her ass and deflower rose garden...sure it had to be a mistake? She couldn't even her monstrous cock properly in this thing. Maybe Master Chris just didn't have anything that would fit there properly? Hopefully her new job wouldn't require her to leave the house in such a thing. Chris was just arriving from work when he heard her stirring upstairs. So time was now to find out if she was willing to accept what he had given her or if she was going to just beg to be out of this deal. Though he hoped she had nowhere else to go so she would be trapped. He would set his things down and walk to his room where she had been sleeping as well. He peaked in and smiled. "I have good tastes." He said softly walking in and running a hand over her butt. "Its official, you are working as my maid. I hope you don't mind. It pays well and free room and board. You will never be unwanted here." He said softly. Chris would then spank her a little softly before smiling again. "So I'm sure you wish to ask questions as you have been out a week. Now would be the time to ask anything you need to know. Because once you leave this room your life as a student is over and your life as my servant begins. Can you handle that?" He asked looking at her in concern. He never wavered and with each question he knew would shed her shyness and make her willing to talk. Furthermore, he than ran a finger up and Dow her cock to her balls which felt super heavy as she had not released any of her fluids in a week. Quivering at Chris's touch and the red, striking of her round, firm ass Theresa struggled to stand much less speak, as the powerful man teased her bloated, backed up loads of semen from the seemingly inhumanly productive Fulani "I-I-I was wondering if I have to wear this out Master" blushing and looking at floor submissively she stammers out her words just barely managing to remain standing she was obviously mortified at the though, but her girl cock was clearly not as it stretched to tight fabric of her uniform. With labored breaths she tried to continue her questions, mostly asking small ones such about where she would be cleaning and how for certain things she never did before and if she would be cooking the meals too or not. Chris smiled before tracing a finger over her balls and now to her once virgin pussy. He remembered how tight she was. "You will wear whatever I tell you to. If it happens to be this than you will wear this. You go where I go. You do what I say and when I say it. Furthermore, you will keep this house clean from top to bottom. Furthermore, you will do the laundry, the dishes, the cooking, and whatever else I need of you. Furthermore, you will also keep my bed warm at night with your hot sultry body and you'll offer your holes of pleasure for me to use should I so desire it. Furthermore, you work for me and will help me in all ways." He said before pulling her to him." If I ask you to entertain guests than you will even do that. Oh, and if you think that you don't have to remember their is nothing else out there for you. You would be ridiculed, homeless, and worse. I saved you from the life. You're indebted to me. In the world a life debt GOE a long, long way. You will serve me for as long as we live. Do you understand Theresa?" Chris asked as he gripped her girl cock, so the pressure would begin bubbling at the tip as he massaged her balls with his free hand. "Here is the only place where you are wanted. I need you and want you. I'm not ashamed of your body. There is none like me in that department." Chris was twisting reality. He was sure there were others but if she believed he was the only one who cared she would obey. Meekly bowing her head and nodding at Chris every demand the submissive Fulani couldn't hide her slowly welling tears any more then how much the dominant Charisma of the man fondling her balls. Her monstrous cock twitching and bulging in her uniform and her knees struggling not to give out, and she sheepishly responded "Yes Master" to every order with a slight bow, the repetition of which causing her gargantuan breasts to jiggled and shake in their barely contained confines. Theresa was terrified of course, but some sick part of her was so happy to find someone who cared about her and was even kind of to look after her. It was all just so...much to take it, but she resolved herself to do her best to repay her to debt to her master." U-u-u-understood m-m-master, S-s-shall I begin cleaning now?" she stammered out, the over stimulation from Chris's skilled hands undermining her strained efforts to try and remain professional Chris smiled as he placed the vibrate around her cock again. "Your not to remove that as this is also a part of your uniform. Now why don't you go out and get the mail. I'm going to get ready as i have a few errands to run. If you're a good girl I may buy you something special. Be a bad girl and I may let the next door couple have their way with you." He. Said softly running a finger to her slit and then buried a finger into her ass. He would enjoy the tightness of which she offered even from her want butt. It was true she was large in many ways but not fat. No her skinny frame had this butt and this cock and those tits. He would surely reapthoigh the rewards as she gave in to his demands so easily. He kissed her and winked. "Why don't you thank your master for showing the kindness you craved. After all I did save you did I not?" He asked smiling as he rated the finger slightly in her butt, as he enjoyed it resisting his finger slightly. He looked her over. Theresa was so easy to play with. Her knees knocking together and her body and voice trembled. This overwhelming vibrator was all too quickly becoming all too familiar to the timid Fulani maid. With a frightened, but earnest eagerness Theresa submitted to Chris demands. Letting her knees fall as her mammoth breasts rest against her masters legs. Theresa tugged at Chris's zipper with her teeth as her nimble fingers latched onto her hips. Breathing in the scent of his body Theresa began meekly licking at Chris' bulging crotch through his boxers letting the tip of her tongue trace along the contours of bulge before slipping her tongue through the flip. Looking up with a terrified devoted, but at the same time a lustful sort of greed she hungered buried her face into Chris' crotch. Wrapping her large lips around it's head before plunging it deep within her throat Chris moaned as he began to suck him off. It was a surprise to say the least, but it seemed as though she understood that he desired her in a sexual way and now that she was accepting it, she was reaping the benefits of being his. He gripped her hair as he felt her throat envelop him slowly. "See Theresa being my pet has its advantages. You are desired just the way you are. You will never be told you are a freak here. Here you are a perfect being. A woman who offers more fun with her body than any other. Don't you forget that." Chris stated as he began to move his hips a little pushing more of him into her mouth." Your parents were fools to treat you the way they did. They are gone for good now. The people who mocked you at school will never mock you again either." He stated. He looked up and moaned as he did so. His cock was now at full length. "Stroke yourself my pet. I want you to enjoy this treatment too." Chris ordered her as he looked at the poor hard on that the FTA was sporting and knew she would need to take care of it. A bad case of the blue balls is not what he wanted for her but to relish and become addicted to being used by him. He wanted her to come back for more every time he took her. He wanted her to remember his shape and this place.

By his will (frostsider and mistressvoluptas)|rating:1.0

Dagonfen [DarkShadow & Bekah Boo]

It was a rather beautiful day in the rather amazing city of Dagon fen, you see Dagon fen was located in one of the unique places known to mankind, many hundreds of years ago when the city was first started, the original crafts decided to use a plane of land surrounded by deep cliffs and caverns only leaving one or two possible routes over to the center land, over many years and many generations of royal family’s the city grew and grew till it could possibly grow no more, the city was huge, one of the most fantastic and amazing cities in the hole of the planet, word spread for miles about this city that looks from a distance as if it was floating on air, thought the illusion was simply to do with the surrounding cliffs, a natural defense.(lifted his hand to his head as he wiped his brow from the sweat, the sun was beating down on him as he stood there just outside the guards quarters peering down at the city below, Lucian was the head guard of Dagon fen, he was assigned to protect every inch of the city and also personal guard to the royal family, especial the young princess. Lucian and the princess formerly known as Arena, where rather close friend when they were both young the use to spend a great amount of time together, this was due to the fact Lucian’s father was the head of the guard before him assigned to the same job meaning Lucian and Arena where often together.(away from the guards quester Lucian headed to Arena’s quarters to check that everything was alright, though there was hardly any dangers with in the city it had started to become somewhat of a routine of him checking up on her every so often, walking through the large stone halls he takes a few left and right turns as he peers down the hall to see Arena standing there just in the doorway to her room, she was rather beautiful and this is something Lucian had thought for some time, she was rather petite and fair skinned woman with very pale white/blond hair that flowed down her back to just above her waist, thought what stood out most about her was her emerald green eyes, the complexion of her pale skin made her eyes stand out.(carry’s on walking down the hallway as he stands before Arena nodding politely to great her “Is everything alright my lady?” "Arena darling, will you hold still? You are no longer a child, so please stop fidgeting..." The annoyed voice of an elder hand servant soon spoke up, the small sweetened giggle soon heard just after as no doubt it was the princess's doing. She was a vibrant spirit, one who brought light to any room she stepped foot in. Lightly combing through the silken white golden tresses, the servant's wiry smile soon surfaced on her cracked features spying the playful glimmer of the young princess's eyes within the calm reflection of the mirror. "My lady, you have that look about you once more...are you to be trouble for the poor guard yet again?" The woman sighed, she knew the child since she her birth, watching the young girl transform before her aging eyes as even now she was still so easy to read." No Eliana, why in the heavens would you think that?" Arina cooed sweetly, rose hued lips curling in a small smile before the sound of heavy footsteps filled her ears. Raising a slender brow emerald gems flickered over her shoulder, a delicate hand rising to rest at the dip of her throat her dressing modest though perhaps a tad stuffy in her thought. Her father had requested a meeting with his only daughter, but the sight of his right-hand man did cause some surprise. The man gave a deep bow, his head raising lightly as he held out the thick parchment before straightening his form." My lady, your father wishes for me to spread his apologies...he will not be able to see you today, as he has been called away." The man mused, the small sigh passing the young princess's lips as her eyes soon fell curiously to the parchment extended towards her seated frame." Your father requested you to enlighten yourself however, this selection should be of interest."the man spoke, his frame soon bowing once more as he made his leave at long last. The servant peered over Arena's shoulder in question, the parchment's seal broken with ease as the flowing writing was all too familiar to the girl. Eyes scanning over the neatly written letter, Arena felt her heart begin to race the small terror seen in her eyes as she all but glanced away to remain silent.' I shall return in a few days time, you will be prepared to represent your family's honor.' Taking her leave, the servant smoothed over the princess's head lightly the utter defeat written in Arena's eyes as she sat in her silent beauty brooding over what was to become of her. Only the sound of approaching steps jerked the princess's attention, her eyes flickering to the source only to find a person of interest that for the most part was a warm welcome in her eyes. A delicate hand resting on the outstretched parchment, she gave a shaky smile long hair grazing across her cheek as she cooed softly." As well as it can be..." She smoothly answered, her mind still buzzing with the letter's contents as she did what she could to keep the attention from her now smiling features." And how are you my knight?" She lightly teased, a child at heart at all times. He elegantly moves over to her as he leans against the stone brick wall to the side of them as a soft smile spreads across his lips, folding his arms gently against his chest “I gather something is troubling you slightly your highness, I thought I would just check on you that is all, thought I do this every day” he smirks slightly. “You never know when my assistance may be needed”. Thought they had been friends most of their lives he's still greeting her and spoke to her as if she was simple his princess rather than a friend, thought he did not wish to put the image across to the rest of the world that they were friends, this was not because he was ashamed, far from it. It was more the fact that if people knew it then there enemies could use this against them.“I am just perfect thought this sun is really starting to warm me up in all of this armor” He placed his hand inside the pocket through his armor as he tugged out a small cloth lifting it up to his forehead against as he chucked lightly. Peering down at her hand his eyes catch notice of the parchment that she was reading, “So good news or bad?” he says softly just slightly glazing at her. The sweetened mask slowly returned the childish smirk in the soldier's direction, a slender brow raised in question as she merely allowed her lips to curl in a graceful smile of her own. "You still worry much more than you should for my sake...you haven't changed a bit since our days of running in the fields and swimming in the river..."she mused thoughtfully, rather embracing the thought really as her fingers tightened around one another over her lap to draw her gaze from his. There were many days she wished he would speak of her as he had so many years ago, before the title she carried had brought home the responsibilities she was to have. Her days of playing in the flowers were a distant memory, fine lessons were given as her free spirit was refined much like a coal in a mill to reveal the diamond in the rough. Acid filled eyes were quick to tear away from his own once more, the princess in habit biting down on the plush of her lip as she felt the small defeated sigh begin to pass her lips." I'm afraid it is troubling news...though in turn I am only being a child if I react to it..." She cooed softly, her small shoulders rolling as she passed a small glimmer to the man." My father has journeyed out to return with a suitor for my hand..."the news evidently not what Arena had ever expected at least not so soon. It would be foolish to deny she was a young woman now, but a suitor she knew nothing of...it felt so...wrong. He stood there firm looking at her still leaning against the wall "Well you highness what do you expect we must make sure you are safe after all we could not lose you in an unfortunate attack, thought I am aware there has not been one for some time, you can never be too sure"He lifted his hand as he ran it through his hair slightly thinking to himself as he just gazed at her, she was one of the happiest memories he had ever held in his mind, thought it would no longer be his place to throw these upon her, she had no doubt forgotten most of them, as her life and position was far more important to her or so he thought. He peered at her as he saw he slightly tears up thought he did not mention it to embarrass her in any way. "Is that not a good thing my highness you will now have a man that you can get to know who can take care of you and keep you happy for the rest of your days" even thought he did not agree with how the royal family and how they worked there was no way he could speak against the princess or the king for that matter. "I know...you do your job well." Arina softly commented, the hint of small regret wavering in her voice as if she truly did not enjoy herself these days. Things had been so simple back in the day, not a care as to what her life was to become as it seemed years from the truth. Yet now she felt trapped, so captive to what was to be expected of her it was a saddening, smothering feeling. Like a caged bird she was admired from afar, to sing beautifully as was expected and remain untouched by the test of hardened life. Things had made a turn for the worst, her father's health declining as now stood the truth of her life. She was to be his heir, to take over the lands and rule with grace and wisdom. To do this she was cut off from contact, schooled in hardened lessons as it left little time to truly be at peace even with herself and the long time companion within her life. His words did little to console the princess, green mystic eyes fluttering gently as she took in the sight of her shaking hands before she tightened her grip to steady herself. "I suppose I should be grateful...but I feel as though I am trapped...how can I love a man I know nothing of?" She mused softly, her voice as soft as a dove's coo as she directed her attention back towards the soldier before the small flicker of a smile rose on her lips." Forgive me... I should not burden you with such things..." She quietly apologized, her frame padding closer as the thick skirts on her hips swayed with every step." Let us visit the gardens... I feel...some fresh air could do us both some good..." She instead suggested, she had always had a soft spot for flowers, the very sight enough to perhaps take her burdened mind from her ill fate. Lifting his hand to his face he gently scratched his stubbly chin still gazing at the princess with a firm smile against his pale lips, You are not bothering me your highness you know that I am happy to hear your words and if those are of sorrow I will still listen to them" The way he spoke it was as if it was his job and nothing more, thought deep down it dragged on his heart strings ever so slightly, "Well ERM." he thinks for a moment before speaking again" You know that I do not agree with how this works with the deepest respect princess, thought my words are not the important ones here". He gently pushes himself away from the wall as he stands up again as his hands dangle down idly next to him as he then moves them resting them on his belt slightly. "You wish to go to the garden princess, is that such a wise choice taking the head of the guard to the garden with yourself alone, people may start spreading words" He looked at her with a straight face thought his mind wanted to say other words, it was simply his duty. "Thought I can't turn down an order from yourself", He really did want to go with her and spend some time with her just like the old days, thought that will never happen, why would she really want to spend time with a guard an old friend thought now a guard all the same, over the many years he felt there connections was breaking slowly each day, thought deep down both of them seemed to miss one another as much as each other. The sign of gratitude was clearly shown within the faint smile on the young woman's lips, holding to heart his promise to adhere to her words however saddened they may be. It felt as though they were all sad words now, what happiness there had once been so long ago as the years had taken its toll on the female. She had duties, and lessons, something was to be expected of her as she had to preform to the image of the strong yet delicate princess. The days of laying out in the warm sun, the giggles by the fresh stream were all but forgotten, the memories only rearing its head each time she gazed upon her loyal guard. A soft sigh passing her lips, she gave a silent nod the jade gems glazing over as she took in her own image within the cool glass of the mirror to see the saddened princess in her royal attire." Yes... I am aware...but it is my duty, it was what I was born into, and therefore I can not dwell on the sadness for much too long." She cooed softly, her frame stepping forth to sway past the man as the vacant smile was present on her lips." Let them talk...it is my wish, and therefore they should keep silent and to their own affairs..." She remarked softly, her frame just a step before his as she made the walk from her chambers and to the wonderful gardens she adored so much. He peered at her slightly his mind told him that he should not follower her as it would not look great for her image thought all the same she had ordered him after all, his hands fell down next to him as he started to slowly stroll after her as she headed for the garden, in fact it was her own private garden that made it a little worse, thought he missed her, her being so close, her soft touch even thought they were young at the time, his feelings never really stopped towards her his heart beat every second to make sure that she was safe, nothing more. Thought the garden was rather small, It was beautiful and plump with many trees and flowers of many colors and sizes, he gently leads himself in the archway to the garden as he watched her majestically stroll across the lush green grass, even the movement of her body as she walked was one of a goddess,“So was there something you wished to talk to me about then? Or was it more you just felt we needed fresh air?” he smirked slightly, after all he was now out of the eyes of everyone but him and her, he could let his hair down a little thought he did not wish to be unprofessional in front of the princess as he felt all she wanted from him now. Was to be a simple bodyguard. The brisk breeze that swept by the lonely two within the gardens smelt of fresh roses, the scent tantalizing the young princess's senses as she took the moment to inhale gently. It was a scent she would never tire of, the calm slowly beginning to take over her frazzled mind as her petite frame came to rest at the base of a large oak that stood in the center of the garden. All around her, she could see the vivid colors of nature grow, the flowers almost an extension of herself as she poured her love of them over the lively plants each and everyday she could. In truth, it had been some time since she had found she was able to visit, though once she was here she felt her frame relax to simply enjoy the surrounding sensation. The swell of her dress fanning out around her seated form, the white gold of her silken tresses pooled around herself the female leaning lightly until a delicate finger came around the stem of a nearby rose to smell sweetly. Jade eyes slowly opening, she let them flicker to the man's position a small smile grazing her lips as she pet over the velvet petals of the flower. "I suppose... I needed some fresh air..." She mused softly, alabaster flesh glimmering within the sunlight as she let her hands rest folded over her lap." Yet... I wanted to ask of you.when I am to be betrothed... would you follow me to be as my guard?" She asked of the man softly, her heart yearning to have him loyally by her side yet knew it would be his choice after all. The king had the authority finally, though with her recommendation it would be granted, but unlike the king she would give the man a choice. She would never force the man so near to her heart to follow blindly alongside her, the deep relationship they shared making the woman want to have though not if he so did not want. Lucian gazed around again the garden was magnificent a perfectly treated, the flows where vibrant with color, the tree’s stood tall and the grass a lush green, not even one blade of grass was uneven, or a single leaf misplaced on the ground. Lucian peers at her softly and offers her a kind smile before hearing her words as his heart sinks ever so slightly. “When you are betrothed I will still be by your side, it is my duty to do so, despite what I think about I do not believe I have a choice”, he smirked softly after finishing his words. ”I have served you for so long princess it would be wrong of me to do otherwise now.” He walked across the garden following the stone slabs over to the oak tree in the middle as he lent against the hard rough bark just peering over at the princess still only a few meters away, his heart still hanging by a thread, it really did break his heart every time she spoke words of her getting married to this man she did not even know, it made him feel bitter, but there was nothing he could do he was a simple guard and nothing compared to this prince or noble she was to marry. She had been his only love deep down, he had dreams when they were younger of how he would spend his days with her, and it was rather sad and pathetic really, that at one point in his life he thought he had a chance with a princess, his father always used to call him a fool for speaking of her in such a way. Hope was the only thing he had left. Or did till now.“So tell me princess do you remember or think about m-“ he goes silent for a few moments letting out a small sigh. “Nothing princess ignore me” he smiles softly. He really wanted to hope that she remember him as she used to, to feel or show the same affection as she once did. If only she knew how he really felt about her. He loved her in many ways and had no way of showing it or telling her in fear of her reaction at the end of the day she would grant his death if she felt the need thought he did not expect her to do this. "Please Lucian...it is only us here...call me Arena...like you used to..."the princess cooed softly, the stuffy title only adding further salt into the open wound of her suffering life. True she was given everything her heart could ever desire; wealth, adoring townships at her feet, the education not provided for others. She as truly grateful, yet it was the inner life her soul so desired to live that twisted her life into a tragic one. The villagers although poor still were able to live freely, not having such strict constraints against their very action as even a breath was out of term at times. They could find love, adore one another with little thought as Arena would give her crown for such a beautiful action. Still she had Lucian, the only constant response within her life that could give the female something riches and power couldn't. A relationship, not a power struggle. It was a warm hope however to know that despite her sealed fate, she at least had him not only because of his status as a royal guard but because he wanted this for her. "You do have a choice Lucian, if you do not wish to be by me... I can grant you that." She mused thoughtfully, the small flicker of a smile soon grazing across the plush of her own lips as she glanced to the man in his leaning state. Jade eyes taking in the strong soldier just a few meters away, it saddened the woman somewhat quite missing the feeling of his frame near to console her just as he used to. She could remember the days when things were simple, all that ever mattered was where their next imaginative adventure would take them. They would laugh together, test the boundaries of various games, comforted one another as children would. It was a life Arena wished to take back, but the test of time had seen to the end of that. Instead, there was only the sweet memories, the only thing able to allow her to sleep at night as she tossed and turned. Fingers still idly tracing along the silken petals of the rose within her alabaster hand, Arena gave a quizzical glance to the man, the odd cut statement causing some concern as she slowly stood only to close the space between them as she stepped closer." Please...what is it Lucian?" She mused, the light breeze sending the silken tresses of white gold to fan lightly at her hip as she held the rose to the dip of her throat to savor the sweet smell. Lucian gazed back over at the princess as he smiles slightly. “Are you sure my highness- Arena, sorry…, just after all of these years I have got so use to calling you by something other than your name, it gets to the stage where I forget your real name” Lucian chuckled lightly thought in his head it found it rather sad, the fact that it had been so long since he could address her by her real name. In a way he had only wished that she was not the princess then he could really express his feelings for her as well as call her by her name rather than address her as something else.“I do wish to stand next you Prince-“ he sighs softy “Arena” he smirked slightly looking over at her. “If I really hated it so much I would leave and run away, but I enjoy” he thought for a few moments a sense of nervousness spread across his face “looking after you. Making sure you are safe and such. It’s my job and the one thing I live and serve to do” he looked over at her dragging a little courage from within “what I must to protect you.”. He reminded silent for a few moments peering up into the clear aqua blue sky as a sense of harmony spread throughout his body. “It's nothing important. You have more than likely forgotten with all of your duty’s and such. After all it was such a long time ago and not so important anymore” he watched her stand up moving slight closer as he let out happy smile, thought sadness lingered behind it and his eyes gave it away deep within them sadness brewed behind the face smile he presented to her. “Just forgot I said anything” "I would hope you would never forget my name...because a name is truly the only thing I can call my own..." Arina mused softly, finding it disheartening to know he had thought of herself only as a title rather than a real person. Arena wasn't simply a princess, she had feelings and hopes like any other, this fact often forgotten over time as it brought a small pout to the rose hued lips of the female. "I know it is difficult...but I'm not just a title... I'm a person.you see?" She cooed, the soft of her hand coming around his own to lightly touch their fingertips together briefly. The woman felt her heart lightly race at the sensation, the warmth of a child like memory soon coming over as she thought fondly to their last moments before the shift of time had changed their fates. The pale blond felt her eyes soften, thin fingers lightly grazing his own as she allowed the silk of the rose to rest in his palm. An idea slowly struck the young princess, her frame parting from his only briefly before the thin arms were soon filled with the crisp lace of daisies. At his statement the woman gave a soft giggle under the plush of her lips, delicate fingers soon coming around the leafy stems as she easily began to wind them together to create a slow winding chain. Even as he spoke Arena could feel her heart warm at his words, the dusty jade of her eyes flickering to his own as she found her head tilting to shower the white gold along her bare shoulder in thought to his demeanor. "I am honored..."she started softly, linking the two ends together before she brought her arms over her head to lean up to drape the daisy chain around his neck." To have such a strong, and loyal man to protect me..." She mused softly, a slender brow raising in question before the young princess cooed softly. She took in the saddened gleam within his eyes, the very sheen making the young princess flash a frown in return as she brought his hand around her own to gently hold to her beating heart. "It is important to me Lucian...now please...tell me." She now begged the man, pleading eyes flickering to his own as her features twisted to one of hopeful longing. Lucian hesitated for a few moments. “I know you are not a title Arena, you are far from it to me anyway” there was a secret truth behind his words thought one he was not going to just spill out, how he really felt about her. “I just wish…” he sighs softy his mood still dampened by the negative energy he was giving off poisoning the moment. It took him a few moments “We were young again. When we would throw our self’s around like children, with not a care in the world, when we could swim together and no one would speak a word. When we could spend hours and hours running thought fields having fun. oh, how life has changed” Lucian rambled on about their past getting lost at the moment as he speaks. “I am sorry princess, it's in the past now. Those days are over…”. You could tell by his face it rather upset him thought he tried to hide it from her. Blinking slowly, Arena seemed taken back somewhat at his statement. Not from disgust towards the man himself, but rather herself as she felt her jade eyes soften as she let her smooth hand curl around his own. Giving a slow shake of her head, a free hand came to cup his strong cheek in her grasp, forcing the man to gaze to her sweetened features as she cooed." I know Lucian..." She cooed, her own voice wavering a degree as she swallowed quietly. She, too, missed those days, their laughter filling the walls with the castle and gardens, the smiling faces like two of a kind and could not be separated. Arena missed the days greatly, her grip tightening against his hand briefly as she let a small sigh pass by. "Do not be sorry...those are wonderful memories... I dream of them every night..." She admitted softly, her eyes flickering to his own as she flashed a soft smile to the guard. "They do not have to be over, we may still have those days...though I fear I may have forgotten how to swim." She smiled gently, a creamy hand brushing back his dark hair briefly before she adjusted the daisy chain around his neck." Please do not be sad..." She begged, pleading to see the smile on his face once more. “I am fine. “ He said in a low tone of voice. “It was in the past and that is that. I loved every moment, but it will not happen again they would not allow such a thing. A knight spending her social time with a knight.” He spoke the words as if he was worthless as if being a knight was nothing, he wanted to be so much more for her, to be her perfect prince, but that was never going to happen he kept thinking to himself. After all she was to be married to a noble man who take her for his own and know doubt would stop him from seeing her all the same. “If only. He muttered to himself, his words where very low and would be hard to hear thought she may have luckily caught them.“I am sorry I brought it up,” he smiled softly to her thought his eyes always gave his true feelings away. “I am happy as long as you are happy in life my lady, I am like your shadow” he smirked lightly try to change to convocation for her benefit rather than his own. As he would never find himself happy unless with her, thought the time was shattering them future and future apart and her marriage was the breaking point. With a fading sigh Arena let her hands drop from his own, instead to rest saintly over her lap once more as she hung her head low." I see... I am sorry to have bothered you with my foolish demands." She mused, somewhat hurt he would not divulge the pain behind his eyes as she could not help but tear away from the orbs. It pained the young princess to know he would keep his own suffering inward, that though they had grown apart he could no longer willingly allow her to console him like he had so many times before. She barely caught his muttered words, the woman soon turning a bare shoulder to the man as she padded over to the large oak tree before placing her soft hand against the cool bark. "You have nothing to be sorry for Lucian... I only hope you can trust me as I trust you with my life...that is all." She cooed quietly, offering a soft look over her shoulder to the man before stooping down to collect more flowers within the small basket made with her flowing skirt. True happiness would long but die at her hand in marriage to a man she knew nothing of, what seldom freedom she had now would ultimately be lost as she was to be the picturesque beauty of a loving and careful mother. It brought saddening fear into her heart, the organ crying within her ample chest as she brought a hand to lay over the feature in silent pity for herself. "I fear that my happiness will be gone in some time...though I am grateful... I can not help but wonder...how as I to love a man I know nothing of? Would he share a love for the gardens as I do? Is he a kind man with an honest heart?" She yearned to have answer, yet was fearful of what they would truly mean. Lucian looked over at her sorrow still lingered in his eyes as he spoke “You demand are not foolish, not in the slightest. Trust me when I say I wish I could draw them pasts days closer to myself once more but. I can’t see anyone accepting me spending time with you any longer, especially your father.” Still leaning against the tree he gently slid down the ground sitting himself down carefully on the stones below him as he least back slightly his plate gauntlets scraping gently against the cold stone below him and his back against the hard oak tree. He looked back up at her from the ground “I am always going to trust you. There is never a day that does go by that I feel any different about the trust I hole in you.” He smiles softly, thought his emotions wished so much more than trust between them. When Lucian was in his teenage years along with Arena he had a rather pleasant life set out for them both in his own head of course, the days and years he wished to spend by her side holding her gently caressing her perfection and speaking sweet words of love and emotion to her, till he had to face reality of where he stood to where she stood. Lucian spoke up slightly and possibly out of place. “You father is somewhat of a fool.” these words could drop him into so much trouble thought he felt strongly against the arranged marriage not so he could have her to himself, so she simply had a choice of who she wished to marry. “I do not see how he can force his own daughter into a marriage that she does not wish to be part off, I mean there is no justice in it whatsoever” he sighed softly as his hand gently brushed a few of the pebbled below him. “I do not know Arena what your husband” his words sounded a little harsh when he spoke of husband. “Will be like if he even gives one thought into how you feel, or for the things you love. For all I know he would simply want to be with you to gain access to the throne and that sounds about correct.” his words sounded harsh and his emotions overthrew his voice leading him to speak the most negative things about this wedding, but he cared for her. In fact, he loved her and thought he could not have her he did not wish for her to suffer because of this. He sat there for a few moments as feeling and memory’s flashed over his mind as if seeing his whole lifetime in the blink of an eye. “Am I really going to get this destroy what I lush most.” He thought to himself before dragging a little courage into himself before pushing himself up from the floor and moving over to her before leaning over to her ear slightly, looking around beforehand to see if they were alone or not. “You say you do not remember how to swim. Meet me at the lake around about midnight. I heard it is meant to be a warm night.” He moved away slightly and offered her a soft smile, he was not going to let this get the better of him thought it was going against all of his orders and style of life. He loved her and that was that. If he had to see her in secret then so he would. “I understand if you do not wish to” he said before heading back to the stone archway. “I will see you soon my princess” If he did not embrace what he felt now it would be lost forever and a life of seeing his princess unhappy would be one not worth living. "My father may rule over my life, but I am still able to do so much...as my time with you will be at my discussion and no one else's." Arina cooed soothingly to the man, wanting him to believe that though they had grown apart, she still yearned for the soldier to be by her side. If only to help ease her crumbling mind, to be the steady rock within her ever-changing life. The small smile he was able to give the princess only further eased her mind, the soft curl of her own silken lips flashing to the soldier as she gave a soft nod in approval."Thank you, Lucian... I feel as though you are the only constant thing within my life...that which makes me more grateful than I can ever put into words." She whispered softly, meaning every word as her quiet breath hung within her throat. She knew that no matter the time, nor season he would be here, through thick and thin. It was with these thoughts did the statement towards her father cause some concern, the words unlike the strong man as she felt her jade eyes widen a degree before softening. Hanging her head gently, Arena let her eyes close in thought as she finally spoke after some time. "My father only wishes the best for me...to carry on the royal line is my duty...and nothing more." She cooed. His words of worry toward her new husband to be would only make the soft thud within her chest beat faster, a saddened sort of tone ringing out as she swallowed quietly. "It is not my place to question... I only fear...that my life will be empty...with only a title to truly be my life's work..." She sighed softly. Lost within her thoughts Arena was soon startled from her thoughtful state, a soft gasp passing her lips as she felt her frame shudder at the feeling of his warm breath against her bare ear. The act had been so like their old encounters Arena felt her pulse race beneath her pale flesh, the warm feeling filling her chest as the shaky reply soon tumbled from her lips." T-the lake?" She mused, somewhat taken back by the offer, though the glint within her eye told so much more. She felt she was a child once more, the soft flush dusting across her features as she let a hand rest in the dip of her throat." I will see you tonight..." She whispered, watching the soldier make his leave as she felt the lingering sensation against her ear begin to fade. Tonight...tonight, could perhaps be the last night she could truly live ever again... Lucian walked away with a rather pleasant smile on his face, thought he may be making the biggest mistake in his life trying to get involved with the princess which could leave to his demise if he was caught he would risk his life even for her. He loved her more than anything deep down, and finely he had drawn the courage to ask her to come with him. For the first time in a long time Lucian felt good about himself. In fact, he felt great. Lucian walked through the halls as he moved through to his chamber sitting on the corner of his bed with a huge grin across his pale red lips, “finely. This could be the night.” he said to himself out aloud, so many different emotions flew through his body and this was the only chance he had. A good amount of time had passed, and the strong sun had started to fall behind the hills on the far side of the kingdom, as the knight started to get dressed for the night, wearing some of his best cloths to try and impress the princess a little even though they were simply going to the lake to possibly swim. Lucian moved from his chambers as he peered down the hallway after all he was sneaking out to be with the princess, this was not a huge problem as he was one of the head knights in the kingdom, and it was unlikely someone would ask him what he was doing but all the same he did not wish for anyone to see him. He snoops out of the door as he gently sprinted down the hallway and through a few doors as he reached the stable looking around once more before gently sliding himself on top of one of the steeds and riding gently out of the castle walls, in fact out of the city all together. He started to ride hard as he was excited to get to the river where he was to meet his princess, he stood there on his steed peering down at the great oak tree that they use to spend time at when they were younger and used to swim, his face dropped slightly as he could not see her there at all as he slides himself off the side of his steed and stood there with a sad expression on his face. “I knew this was too good to be true.” his heart started to crack as every second passed. Arena could hardly think of what the night could bring her, even as she made her silent way back to her own chambers after the close encounter by the soldier. It was such a daring, and risky situation for peering eyes to take in, as the very thought of a princess such as herself sneaking out in the dead of night could all but ruin two lives easily. She herself would only receive personal shame; but Lucian could very well lose his head if they were found out. Yet Arena would risk it all, if only for one night to resume her role not as a princess, but as the woman she truly was sheltered within the husk of royalty. It was during the seemingly long hours she sat through many discussions, her elder father echoing words barely making a dent within her thoughts as jade orbs focused else where. For the first time in many years, she had a chance to be free if only for the short time, and the princess would relish in the fact it would be with someone she held near and dear to her heart. Words could never truly describe the amazing sensation he would give her to be free from the chains of her title, the young woman letting an easy sigh pass her lips in thought of what the night could bring. As the family retired for the night, the pale princess stood in wait, what fine dressing having been stripped from her form to instead wrap herself in meager clothing of a simple yet tasteful attire for the evening. Not wanting to draw any attention to herself, the cool fabric blended easily with the midnight sky, the shimmering stars the only witness as they reflected the soft hue of her alabaster flesh to give the flesh an almost unearthly marble glow to her form. Her form silent as the shadows, she soon came across the stable, a gentle hand soothing a kind mare as she pushed herself up only to make her way down to the place that held so many memories. Surely her father would be disappointed in his young daughter's defiance, yet Arena could hardly keep herself away as she rode in haste towards the river's edge. Already the crisp smell of the water filled her senses, so many memories flooding her mind as the woman wore the softest of smiles on her features. Her heart raced within her beating chest, the wandering moments flying by before she finally came to rest just on the other side of the great oak tree. Jade eyes peering out, she took in the wondrous site, ever careful to make her presence quiet she slipped from her ride only to glance around with helpless breath. Had he tricked her after all? She was almost certain so, a small glimmer within her eyes as she held her breath only to release it in a saddened sigh. The quiet words however startled the woman, her frame soon emerging from behind the tree as she took in the soldier's form, her smile returning as she gasped." It isn't it?" She cooed playfully, making herself known as she swayed over to his side only to flash the warmest of smiles up to his taller frame. "I was fearful you wouldn't show..." She admitted softly, though she knew her trust was well-placed within the man as she wore the kindest of smiles, if only for him. Lucian stood there peering around for a few moments. Things where not looking goof she had not turned up, his face dropped slightly as he patted his steed gently. “Well I still have you girl.”. He shifted his eyes slightly back in the direction of the tree as he heard her voice call out, his heart perked back up within seconds as if someone has just sent a bolt of lightning though his body.“You turned up!” he said in a slightly over whelming voice. As he lowered his tone again slightly, he moved away from the steed as he moved over the princess with a huge smile on his have, he was overwhelmed he could not believe that she was actually here him and her alone, Just like they use to when they were younger, this was the first them they had truly been alone for so many years.“I am so glad to are heard” he said in a soft calm voice, he moved over to her as he placed his arms around her holding her in an embrace for a moment. “ERM. Sorry” he chuckled lightly “Maybe I should not be so touch any more after all we are adults not kids” he smirked slightly. Lucian’s eyes fluttered with amazing after so many years he could not truly face the fact that this had happened she had risked everything to see him this night, and also himself, but he would risk anything to see her again even if it meant his head. This is all he wanted in life. Her.“So you said that you wanted to learn to swim once more?” he smiled softly. He remembered the good old days when he has shown her how to swim when they were young teenagers, and frankly they had both failed father miserably. “Well I brought a few things, I was thinking we could stay out here the night possibly and return so early in the morning, after all it would only be me checking up on you? And if we return early hours we would not be noticed” he was hoping that they could spend the night together he was not going to try anything, but he hoped that he could hold her for one just night. If she wanted that of course. Giving the softest of gasps, Arena felt her heart race the warming sensation filling her chest at the sensation of his strong arms capturing her form to his. It was a feeling the princess would savor, the wondrous feeling washing over her mind. Left stunned within his arms, she felt a small giggle pass her lips, a small shake of her head made as she let her hand graze across his jaw." No we are not...but I do not mind this..." She whispered, more to herself than anything more before he piqued her interest once more. Still the clothing she wore would have some difficulty to actually swim, the idea coming to mind as she felt a soft flush dust across her features briefly. It was so warming to spend a moment, much less an entire night with the man, her heart yearning as she brought a soft hand to his before smiling warmly in return." I would...enjoy that..." She whispered, her heart crying out to spend this time with the only person she held close to her heart. "Now...how is it.you will teach me my Lucian?" She teased, the childish gleam glazing over her eyes as the title she wore so proudly slowly dropped from her form. “Well. Do tell me Arena.” he smirked softly. “How on earth did you forget to swim, I mean it is so simple” he nudged her in a teasing manner, it was so nice to play with her again, he sounded like a child when he thought that over, but it was true. He could hold her touch her and even push her over if he wanted to without little consequence but cheerful laughter. “Well I mean I could just throw you in” he moved over to her a little more as he scooped her up into his arms holding her in his arms with a soft smile across his pale lips. “Hmm I could be evil about this and just drop you.” He said in a cheerful tone, his heart was still beating thought the roof, and she could more than likely feel it pounding against his rib cage, but he was overwhelmed.“but possibly on a more serious note you could just hold on to me as I swim out into the lake, and you never know you may just pick it up once more?” Lucian moved over to the water’s edge with her in his arms as he let her stand back up smiling before he started to undress, leaving him stood there in a set of cloth shorts as he waited to see what she would do. Offering the softest of giggles in return, the woman merely gave a small shrug of her shoulders her warm smile beaming brighter as indeed the heavy masks they both wore had all but faded. For now.they could resume their old antics, and be as they were like children. The sudden scoop made the princess gasp in surprise, her thin arms coming around his strong neck as she all but clung to the man in surprise. His threat did not go unnoticed, the blond quick to flash a small pout as she let her frame draw closer until their heart beats vibrated against one another. His was always so strong, so bold Arena remembering quite fondly when she would fall asleep in his arms only to wake in her bed. It brought back such sweet memories, though now they were indeed much older, and had both changed. She knew he was a muscular man, his frame builds to protect her, yet it was only now did she truly realize this as she clung closer in silent adoration for the fact." You wouldn't would you?" She mused, the smile of delight still upon her lips even as they began to tread into the warm waters of the lake. In fear, she would flop around and merely sink to the bottom, Arena allowed her dainty hands to begin to push off her own meager dressing, the small flush on her pale features as she took in his sight before swallowing quietly. "I think.perhaps it would be the best choice for me to hold onto you...if you would not mind this..." She cooed softly, the velvet fabric of her dress soon dropped as she was left in the thin material of her under dressing to show the soft curves of her frame. Lucian peered out into the water just before he placed her down gently “Do not worry Arena I will not let you do-“Before he managed to finish his sentence he turns his head looking at her softly as he watched her smooth silk dress drop her dainty body. “I am sorry” he chuckled lightly before shaking his head slightly “It is rude to gaze for such a long time. But you were most decently created in the eyes of a goddess” he smiles softly as the kind words rolled off his lips. She was beautiful more than anything he could have ever imagined he was not by her side because of how her body looked, but such perfection could not go UN complimented.“I do not have a problem with that no harm will come to you my fine lady.” He smirked slightly as he waded into the water to about waist high before bowing slightly with his hand out as if he was going to offer her a dance. He moved further into the water with her following. “Would you like to try yourself in the shallow or would you rather just swim with me?” he said lightly, the night was perfect the moon shone brightly in the sky bouncing off every calm ripple of water that moved from there figures and the moon was also acquainted by the small clusters of starts across the black midnight sky. The warm waters coming around the slender frame now parting into the lake, Arena felt the liquid stick making the slip of her dress cling to her hips and taut stomach as the overall sensation made her shiver in delight. Only his words caused the softest of blushes to trace over her delicate features, her heart racing wildly within her chest as she sunk a foot lower as the waters began to take over. "T-Thank you Lucian, you're words are most noble if not sweet to hear...alas I am only a mortal." She softly cooed, his offered hand causing a soft giggle to erupt from her lips as no doubt she knew his words to be true. He was her salvation, her only rooted source to this life she called her own, as she would go to the ends of the earth knowing she was safe within his caring protection. As her form wadded further through the waters, the pale extends of her own hand soon slipped into his own, the silken tresses ghosting over the water's mirror surface as the now darkening tresses wafted behind her form." I think perhaps, I should stay by you strong knight.less there be danger in these waters that only you could protect me from." She jested gently, thin fingers curling around his own as she soon came to his side with some difficulty in her short stature. “Well that is no fun at all is it” he smirked slightly while moved down into the water slightly so he got use to the cool water, I was not the warmest of nights, but he was cool enough to swim in, he smiled softly just before he submerged himself into the water before dragging his head back out flicking his hair slightly splashing the princess in the process, “Ops.” he winked slightly. Within a few moments Lucian lowered himself into the water floating on his chest slightly. “So my princess do you wish to hold onto my back or how do we plan to do this” he turned around in the water at he gazed at her angelic figure for a few moments. While he waited for her to reply he gently swam small circles around her before standing up again smiling softly to her. He grinned softly as he grabbed a handful of water as he splashed her laughing slightly. “It wasn't me.” he said with an innocent voice. This was the happiest he had been in a long time and you could tell. Giving the softest of gasps, the splash of water across her features only made the female smile widely, her own hand shooting out give a small kicked up wave towards the man as she giggled. At his musing the female surprised even herself, her form wading closer as she watched him circle around her, finally catching the man as she wrapped her thin arms around his sturdy neck pulling her form closer to his." How about I hold on like this?" She cooed, the intended splash making the princess smirk in response, her frame disappearing under the water briefly before she rose up enough to only see her shimmering eyes as she spit a stream of water at his shoulder. Lucian chuckled loudly as he watched her reaction to the water being splashed at her before he changed his face to a shocked look as she kicked water back at him, he was simply faking it but with all the happiness finely exploding inside, he did not really know how to control his wild being heart. Lucian gently ducked his head under the water to try and avoided the splash as he popped up just behind her as he placed his hands around her soft slender waist as he lifted her up slightly spinning her around in the water for a few moments before throwing himself back into a gentle swim around her once more. He swam around her for a few more moments before he felt her soft warm hands gently press against the toned tender skin on his back and then moments after his neck as she almost laid on his back while he swam. She was rather small compared to him and due to his shear strength he had no issue with her on his back as it did not really cause any extra weight.“That will be fine long as you are comfortable there?” he smiled softly as he swam out into deeper water with her fragile body and her soft pure skin pressed up against his back. “Hold your breath.” He smirked slightly as he took a deep breath as he submerges both of them self’s under the water as he swims under the water. He opened his eyes slightly as he gazed into the lake as it was rather dark as a huge fish flapped past them both; the fish was harmless but rather scary looking. Lucian was not so bothered by it and Arena would more than likely miss it unless she opened her eyes under the water. A few seconds passed before he surfaced again her still dangling around his neck. “I hope the water did not mess you hair” he chuckled briefly with a teasing manner as he swam them both around the lake. At his instruction, Arena held her breath, soft hands tightening lightly against his frame as she felt herself begin to sink deeper into the water before the cool waters washed over her head to take them below. Jade eyes reluctantly opened beneath the lake, taking in the dim but still clear view of the underwater life somewhat in awe of it. The fish had partially startled the woman, enough to cause her frame to shift more so into his arms before they surfaced. Clinging onto his neck, the crystal droplets rolled along her delicate features, the blanket of sopping gold framing her tender face as she rose a hand to brush the tresses from her eyes. A small giggle soon passed, rather enjoying the feeling of clinging to the man's chest as she gave a small shake before pressing closer." I don't mind Lucian.it is proper to have my hair wet in the lake is it not?" She teased, a small shiver passing her form as she drew closer before sighing. She felt so free like this, she only hoped the nighttime sky would give them a little longer to enjoy this moment. Lucian surfaced as he smirked to himself as he took them further out into the water. “Well I am glad that it does not bother you about your hair getting wet” he chuckled lightly to himself. He gazed up at the moon which was just breaking free from the edge of the water. Lucian held them in the water for a few moments as he just gazed at the moon. “It’s rather beautiful isn’t it, it feels like you could just reach out and grab it” he said with a soft smile on his face. The moment was perfect he would not change a thing. He had waited so many years for this one night and this one night was now his, time that he could spend with just him and her, but he never had the courage till this day. Lucian turned himself around slightly as he started to swim back towards the lands edge. “Maybe we can have you try and swim in the shallow water you have seen how I have done it so “he smirked slightly to himself “You do not need to work my lady I will not let you drown you do not have to worry yourself there”. He swam them back to the shallow water where he stood up slightly the cool water gently dripping of his rather muscular chest rolling like beads back down into the water as he stood there smiling at her the moonlight glowing bright as if a halo around her head. He had words to describe what he saw, but he remained silent smiling at her waiting for her decision. On Hold for now it seems! :(

Dagonfen [DarkShadow & Bekah Boo]|rating:4.0

Plaything (Closed for RyDub)

It was her fault, really. It wasn't that she hadn't been interested in rougher sex.in fact once she had gotten a taste of someone being a bit rough with her, she couldn't quite seem to get enough. He had held her down, forced her body to move in a way that made every joint in her body ache, but her whimpers and cries for him to stop.actually turned him on more. They hadn't even been dating, but she found herself used until she came, only to then be strung up, tied in a way that revealed every bit of her slender frame, leaving her with a strong vibration on her clit, her pussy dripping from the constant stimulation...practically making her stupid while he made the call. It was easier to do it this way. Have them not show up at work so that they were fired. But he would make her call in while he was using her, her words mixed with gasps and moans which only served to embarrass her more. But even when she refused, he used a threat of not calling, a threat of leaving her tied up with every hole filled for someone else to find her...and she eventually gave in. He was true on the threat. He tried to deep throat her, but she had protested and gagged, a vibrator buzzing in her cunt which kept her breathing through her mouth. But she wouldn't do it. She threatened him with teeth, biting gently, but it was enough for him to realize that she needed more training. He acted as though he wasn't upset in the slightest that she had actually left teeth marks in his cock, fucking her and strapping the vibrator to her clit. It was hours that she was left there, hours that made her eyes glaze over, cumming actually painful at this point, but he didn't stop it. She was groaning now, whereas in the previous hours she had been begging him to stop - and it wasn't as though she could just pull it away. No, she was propped up, on her knees with her ass in the air her ankles spread wide with a spreader bar, her wrists behind her back and held with a thin leather strap with buckles, face pressed against the mattress of the bed as she sobbed, having no ability to get away from the vibrations. It was time. She didn't know that he had been part of an agency that got women hooked to the rougher side of sex, more as an introduction to BDSM really, and once they were hooked.once they couldn't cum without some sort of pain or denial of release.well that was when he had them, and that was when he would move onto the next.victim. But it was also when he told the agency to step in. To kidnap her.dope her up, and sell her to the highest bidder who would do nothing but use every hole in her body until she didn't know any better, until her old life was forgotten, and she lived just to be fucked. It would take some doing, of course. Everyone was a fighter at first, and some of them lasted longer than others,.but eventually they all broke, right? She was panting when she heard the door open, having just cum again. There was a dim voice that mentioned the puddle between her knees, the cum dripping from her pussy, but she couldn't see anyone and figured that it was him. It all went south from there. The same person came to her side and looked her over, grinning a wicked grin when he saw she was fighting to remain conscious, pressing a syringe into the side of her neck which within seconds caused her to black out. Within moments, they had her untied, laying on her back. The vibrator was still on her clit, and it was kept there, held in place by a strap that went around her thin waist and between her legs. Even in her unconsciousness she was humping at the air. Her cheeks were flushed as she was lifted easily, quite literally put into a box that they had to fold her into, loading her into the car. She had to be transported like that, as otherwise.they'd be questioned. Blue eyes opened, vision blurred. There were still vibrations against her clit, and her hips moved instinctively forward, which drew some snickering from a crowd around her. She could feel fingers moving beneath the strap, penetrating her asshole, her sopping cunt, but she couldn't even protest, though nor could she figure out what was happening. Murmering, something that sounded like a gavel.and then blackness. She was hand-delivered to the winning bidder's home after being scrubbed free of any fingerprints of other potential buyers as well as cum, left with him to be dealt with as he pleased. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Whips, paddles, clamps and all other kinds of toys hanging from the walls from his basement where they were now. The men brought her over to a wall and put the shackles on both her arms and feet forming and x in the way she was held there. Gabriel unbuttoned his shirt slowly waiting for her to awaken. Being a rich importer. Gabriel Silva had quite the pretty penny and loved to use women, but none as much as the service in which he acquired these types. They never said no, and he could do anything he wanted to them. He could break a finger while fucking their asses, or choke them with a leather strap while forcing them to suck his cock it was the ultimate thrill for him. As his shirt hit the floor he pulled off his leather belt and folded it in half. After the delivery guys left he snapped the belt a few times wanting to wake her up, but it did nothing. Walking over to her, he let the cool metal of the buckle run along her flesh and whistled rather loudly at her. "Come on bitch it is time to wake up." With that said he brought the belt away from her and let out a vicious whip to her ass making a loud noise and causing a welt to form nearly instantly. Her body was already aching when she felt something cool running along her skin, her head lifting slightly as she struggled to bring herself out of unconsciousness into the world of the living. She was dragged out of that unconscious state, however as he brought the belt down on her ass, the sheer strength of the blow causing her to rock somewhat in the restraints, her eyes opening from the pain. Blue eyes were unfocused as she struggled to focus, to figure out what was happening, having been either drugged or unconscious and at this point having no idea where she was or what was happening. Her lips were parted, and it seemed as though she was trying to form words but the sudden pain now a strong throbbing on her ass simply made her whimper instead, attempting to get away from the restraints that held her rather tightly, lifting her gaze to meet the man's eyes as he stood in front of her, her own eyes widening somewhat in panic. "Don't worry little girl. No more lame fun for you. Now you are with a real master. You will address me as Papi do you understand?" He asked gripping her throat and smiling her body was feeling a bit cold due to the temperature of the room he kept it at a cool fifty degrees down there. He preferred the chilly weather as he used and abused the women he bought in the slave trade. A large lump formed in his pants looking over her body he was going to enjoy this one so much." I bet you never had a Latin man. Bet you only had pathetic white men who couldn't handle you and treat you like the slut you are. Well you will be the first one for me, and then I will have had the whole rainbow. I saved the best for last." Another sting of the belt hit her other ass cheek as he finally let go of her throat. His deep olive skin already showing a bit of sweat even though it was cold in the room." Don't struggle, or I will make the chains tighter to restrict your movements even more. I know it seems like little now but trust me when chained to a wall an inch more of room seems like a mile." His one free hand groped her ass purposely putting pressure on the welts he had just left on her ass. She struggled to listen to him as he spoke, to actually comprehend what was happening, where she was. He told her that she was with a real master, and before she could even answer if she understood what he was saying his fingers closed around her throat, the sudden grasp causing her lips to part in a gasp, pain visible as he continued to speak. The grip on her throat had her attempting to squirm, gasping frantically and crying out in pain as the belt found her ass again, this time the opposite cheek, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe properly. Now as he spoke she found herself whimpering in pain, groaning helplessly as his large hand found her ass, squeezing and groping, causing her to press her hips forward helplessly in order to try and get away from him, barely even able to understand still what was going on. She didn't know that the entire thing had been a setup, meeting that man who had made her want to be used had led her to this, being strung up, her limbs aching, nipples hard in the cold air. His hand seemed hot on her ass, the welts burning, mixing with the heat of his hand. It made it impossible for her to remain still, tilting her head back slightly as she stared up at him in fear, confusion, and pain, fearing what would happen if she didn't address him as he told her to. "P. Papi.please.we.who are you...why.why are you doing this!" "Who am I? I am your Latin king, I am your PPI. You are my newest toy and unlike the others, I don't think I will tire with you in the near future." He said his breath ho and smelled of Tequila and lime. He walked away from her grabbing his drink which just happened to be the same thing she could smell on his breath. Furthermore, he walked over to her and grabbed her by the back of her head and offered up a chance for her to drink from it knowing she must be thirsty. As she parted her lips he grabbed her nose and forced all the contents of the drink down her throat. He heard her gasp as the liquid went down and burned at her throat. He laughed a bit and gave her ass an open palm slap. "Damn you look like a first timer with Tequila. Don't worry you will get used to it. Unlike the people who trained you I show some compassion for my pets. I allow them daily bathing, full drinks and meals and all of that, just they are open for me when ever I want. I have been with some men who chose to keep their pets under fed, scrawny and unwashed. Furthermore, I am a businessman I am not looking for trash I am looking for a bit of class in my pets. You be a good little slut and do as Papi says, and I may even let you get a bit of freedom while you are with me do you understand my pet?" He asked as he clicked a button on a remote and more links of her chains came out allowing her limbs quite a bit of movement. He licked his lips watching her now her body able to freely jiggle as her feet got used to her full weight being free." Now I am a good pet and take my cock out." She wanted more an answer, such as how the hell this happened, half expecting herself to wake up at any moment though each time he spoke or some new sensation took over she found it impossible to actually...think that this was a dream. Watching him cautiously as he returned to her with the drink she parted her lips somewhat, sputtering and choking as he forced the liquid down her throat, the burning causing her to strain against the restraints, and the open-handed slap to her ass drawing a sharp cry from her lips. He told her that she would be used to tequila and almost immediately she was both frightened and glad about the aspect, hoping that perhaps the situation would be numbed from it. When the restraints were given some form of slack she nearly fell, her breathing somewhat uneven as her legs trembled from her own slight weight, turning her head away from him as she reached forward, unzipping his pants easily only to reach in. She hesitated as her fingers easily found his cock, the sheer size of it causing her to look up at him in disbelief as she pulled it from his underwear. He was already free of socks and shoes, his only clothing on now was his pants and underwear. Feeling her small hand around his cock, he looked at her face watching as the shock washed over her at the sheer size of him. He knew where ever they had the girls before they used much smaller cocks to get them used to the whole being a sexual slave. They wanted to keep the girls tight for the people who would buy them. His cock was throbbing now in her hands. "I can tell the truth in your eyes this is your first interracial experience. I love breaking them in." He looked down and allowed just a little bit more slack from the chains for her." Take off my pants and boxers, I should have been clearer to you about things. I will accept this as a bad time for me so take them off and get on your knees little girl. Do as Papi says and you will be rewarded quite fairly." He said with a smile. Gabriel was a physical specimen. He was six feet two inches of solid muscle he looked like he could be a professional athlete his abs ripped due to his personal trainer, not an ounce of hair on his body below his neck, and obviously the type of cock that belongs in the porn industry. His only weakness in life being that of women something he remedied with his purchase of women. As he waited for her to do as he asked he dropped his belt and grabbed one of her breasts in his strong massaging the soft flesh rather roughly and pulling on her stiff nipple. "God you white women are so new to me, so different from the rest you are going to be my crowning achievement." She was nearly trembling as he spoke again, not really even knowing what to do at this point. She was still trying to figure out a way out of this mess, and every time he spoke to her, it made her flinch because he very obviously had no intention of allowing her enough slack in the restraints to get very far. As he told her what to do she couldn't help but to hesitate, and the way that he spoke to her made her feel like she was nothing but a disposable toy, talking to her almost as though she was a pet who needed to be trained. The belt hit the floor, and she flinched, cheeks flushing with color as his fingers found her tit instead of her ass, inhaling sharply as he tugged on her nipple. Her eyes shut tightly as she did as told, trying to fight back the tears as she dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time, the floor cold as she knelt in front of him. Once he stepped out of the last of his clothes she set them aside, breathing heavily and shivering, her eyes darting from the belt on the ground back-up at him. Knowing that she was probably thinking he stepped away from her only for a moment. He kicked the belt and his clothes across the room. He had never had a pet that had attacked him and wasn't going to allow and opportunity for one to do that to him now. Furthermore, he poured himself a glass of Tequila and squeezed some lime juice in it and drank it all then poured himself another glass drinking about half before walking over to her. "Do you like my cock pet?" He asked walking as the cock swayed back and forth as he made the trek over to her. Its head was a light hue of purple from being able to control his pet and a big drop of precut hung from the slit on his cock head. He looked down at his cock and then to her face. "Clean the precut off my cock and I will let you have another drink." He said looking down at her face looking so innocent. So innocent yet by the time he was done with her, he'd make her feel like a devil." Go ahead you can hold it as you clean the head pet, when I am done with you tonight I will be sure that every one of your holes is used. I hope they opened your ass up when they were beginning your training because if they weren't then I am going to have to open you up." From his earlier testing of her he knew she was tight and that would be no problem his concern was how well she could suck a cock. He had the kind of cock that loved to be sucked. Many of his old pets he'd chain to his desk and just have them suck his cock all day long. She flinched as he kicked the clothes away from her, across the room, staring at them as he moved away form her, looking up only when he heard the glass again being filled. He wasn't giving her a moment to really think about what was happening, just filling her head with questions, calling her pet and dehumanizing her as much as he could in a short period of time, though each time it occurred she would flinch away from him. When he spoke again she had to choke back a sob, wondering if he knew that the man had kept her tied to his bed and made her cum until she didn't know night from day,.if he knew that she had been kept there and betrayed.though she could bet he did. She seemed almost in a daze as he went off about how he hoped her ass was used, the mention making her look up with wide eyes. He was talking about training - what the man she had come to know was training her.for what? For this? She found her heart pounding in his chest as he said that he would have to open her up, sitting up on her knees cautiously until her mouth was perhaps half an inch from his cock. She would need the tequila. There was no attempt to fight back tears, and they streamed down her cheeks as her lips parted, tongue darting out to lick the precut from his slit, slowly running her tongue from the base of his head to the top of his slit, having to swallow next, cringing." Please. I... I don't know what this is.... I didn't sign up for this!" They all did this and at the first pet he purchased he nearly set her free, but he didn't too much could be tracked back to him and the organization that he bought her from. They had power greater than any he knew big money players all over the world who could have him destroyed in an instant. He didn't even know if she knew where she was most of them didn't. They usually always wanted to know where they were, and he was curious where she was from. "No one signs up for this my dear. You think I signed up for this? No I was given a pet by a friend of mine and well I couldn't just let her go, don't worry I didn't kill her, but I used her and then sold her back to the place where you came from." He ran his rough hand over her cheek letting his fingers play in the hot trails of tears from her cheeks. His cock was throbbing due to her tears. "Do good girl and I can be your greatest ally." He said to her. He had been using the service for years and wasn't sure if he would continue after her, unsure if he would sell her back or not. "Be an obedient pet and make me cum." He said as he grabbed the back of her head and forced the head of his cock into her mouth. He watched as the tears seemed to come down in streams as he added several thick inches of his cock into her mouth. As he thought she couldn't take him down. He had just barely half of himself in her throat, and he could hear the deep gurgling sounds in her throat as she was gagging for air. He brought his hand down on her cheek slapping her face to bring her to reality. "Breath through your nose slut." She couldn't help but tilt her head away from his hand, not trusting the touch, though she didn't really move away from it besides that. Still she watched him cautiously, her lips parting to speak again, to question him more only to have his fingers tangle in her hair and force her head forward. Immediately her hands lifted, the chains rattling as she tried to pull back against his hand though it was obvious that she didn't have the strength to fight him, met with a hard slap to her face to cause her to inhale. Her jaw started to ache immediately, but she was wheezing through her nose as he pressed himself further. The smaller amount of air that she was getting was making her lightheaded, her hips actually bucking forward as though in an attempt to find leverage as her throat squeezed his cock, tongue running frantically along the base of it. She couldn't quite protest, any whimper or groan only serving to cause a vibration against his cock, her fingers clutching at his legs as he held her there, a hand print rapidly forming on her cheek. His hand rubbed where he slapped thanking her in a sense for being able to take most of him down her throat. He grabbed the back of her head hard and forced the rest of his cock right down her pretty little throat. As her lips were forced to stretch to meet his girth he could feel her throat tight on his cock. He loved every second of her throat on his cock. "God that is it, take it all the way down girl." He said holding himself down there until it looked like she couldn't take it anymore and pulled his cock all the way out of her throat. A sick smirk crossed his lips as he pulled out and heard her gasp for air something like what one would do when trapped underwater for such a long period of time. He offered her the glass fulled halfway with Tequila. He was actually trusting her enough to take the glass and drink on her own. Furthermore, he looked down at his cock and seen all the saliva that coated his big thick fuck stick. "When you finish your drink you are going to grab my cock and jerk me off." Gabriel walked away briefly and grabbed a bucket of ice bringing it over to her and waited for her to finish off the drinking grabbing a piece of ice and eating it while patiently waiting for her to do what she was doing. "Come on girl I was being nice don't take a year for this." Blue eyes were wide as he held her there, her face bright pink by the time he did actually pull her head back off of his cock, the gasping sound something that she had really no control over. Her lungs were aching from wheezing by breathing through her nose and she found herself clutching at her throat as though it too were in pain. Trembling fingers found the glass as it was offered and for a few moments she was no longer looking up at him, concentrating instead on the glass that she was holding. She had to close her eyes to down the glass of tequila, coughing and covering her mouth with her hand, her breathing uneven as he talked to her, handing the glass back to him. He took the glass back from her and looked down at her. "Ahem, didn't I tell you that I wanted you jerk my cock with your hand after your drink? I allowed you to breathe, I gave you a drink to calm the nerves. I have been actually pretty nice compared to some of the pricks who I have had the pleasure of enjoying their company while they torture pets like you. Some of them would already have you branded on your arm as their sex slaves yet here I am just making you jerk me off and deep throat me, and you act like this is pain?" He stomped his foot down demanding a bit of obedience from her." Don't mistake my nice ways as a weakness girl. I have no problem bringing the belt back over her and beating the words I speak into your flesh until you do what you are told, but I am allowing you a chance to break away from all the other slave girls out there and to just do what you are told. You are a prized possession so beautiful compared to any of the pets I have seen. I rather not mark that body of yours with anything but temporary hand prints and lots of washable cum stains." Gabriel threw the glass across the room it's shattering against a wall just as a way for him to show he meant business. She looked somewhat uncomfortable as he began to rather rapidly get angry with her, blue eyes lifting as he stomped his foot down not really certain what she was supposed to do. She had been coughing from the drink, and was going to use her hand to jerk him off, but he was so quickly upset with her that she was somewhat hesitant to even move quickly. As he threw the glass she went rigid." I. I'm sorry. Papi." the word was forced as she lifted her hand to his cock, wrapping her fingers around it and immediately began stroking him. Hearing her croak out the name he demanded she call him, Papi, along with the sorry line he smiled and rubbed her cheeks again this time much softer than before. He was showing a genuine care for her. He grabbed her face and leaned down. Furthermore, he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her hard. Furthermore, he could feel her resist him that was until one of his big strong hands gripped her throat. The other moved down her body and pushed a single finger along her pussy. Forcing his tongue into her mouth, he also let his finger slide into her dripping wet hole. As much as she was scared of him she was definitely turned on something the trainers of her did well. Gabriel pulled his mouth from hers and leaned back still holding her throat and picked her up so she was back on her feet, his finger still deep inside of her feeling around and her hand still on his cock. He kept his hand on her throat to ensure she would keep jerking him and not fight him. "Yeah wrap your hand around it a bit tighter, you can feel how thick that cock is feels like you are barely grabbing the damn thing." Again she flinched in response to the touch, half expecting to be hit again though instead the rough fingers ran easily and gently over her cheeks, her breathing somewhat uneven as his face was so suddenly close to her, lips parting as his fingers again found her throat, unable to pull back and actually afraid to attempt to do so. The other hand was gone from her face, inhaling sharply as his finger pressed into her tight pussy, breathing heavily as he lifted her to her feet. Again her legs were trembling, fingers barely gripping his cock as his finger remained inside of her, wriggling around, the penetration causing her hips to buck occasionally, unable to even help herself from doing so. Her cheeks were pink, flushed with color, breathing through parted lips as her hand squeezed somewhat as he instructed her to, stroking him as she whimpered, the attention to her wet cunt causing her to squirm somewhat. "Fuck you got a tight cunt girl. I am going to enjoy when I finally stick this cock inside of you." He said as he roughly worked a second finger into her pussy. She wasn't the tightest pussy he has had, but it felt great to him, and he never had a woman who was this wet from his first finger in her pussy. "You like when Papi kisses and fingers you don't you girl? Go ahead tell me you do I know you do. Your lips and tongue were eagerly going after mine." He let her throat go allowing a moment for her to catch her breath, and so he could show her how to jerk himself off. He wrapped his hand around her hand which was jerking his cock and squeezed it tightly for her then began to jerk himself off with her hand. "This is how you do it girl... Tell me your name, maybe I will give you the chance to actually be called by your real name. I didn't give any of my past pets that privilege, but you have to jerk me like this without me having to grab your hand girl do you understand?" She clenched her teeth as he inserted a second finger, not wanting to be reacting this way to a man that had her chained up in some room that she didn't even recognize, but she couldn't seem to help herself. His fingers had wrapped around hers, making her squeeze his cock tightly as he forced her to jerk him off, nodding as he spoke to say that she understood, but it seemed obvious that every few seconds she seemed to lose focus instead seeming to fall into focus of his fingers inside of her, wriggling, making her stand on tip toe as though in an effort to get away from him, however as they thrust in and out of her she thrust her hips against his fingers, stroking him faster now as she panted." A... Annabelle, Papi. Annabelle.is...is my name." He knew this was not uncomfortable for her, but she had to be treated this way. He knew if he gave her freedom she'd run. That is not what he wanted. He needed a pet, but for most of the girls where she was right now was simply where she would stay when she wasn't in use. To oblige her he forced her hand off of him and walked away from her again sucking his fingers as he did so. He opened up a door far off on the wall and pulled something out. He came back to her and put a collar around her neck. Once the collar was locked in he fastened a leash chain to it and then hit a button on the wall and the chains on her ankles and hands released. He walked with her across the room and lead her to a large bed. He looked to her. "You have been a good girl unlike most of my other pets who chose to disrespect me. You can tell are different Annabelle only a few have actually felt the ways of being used in this bed. None on the first time with me. Lay down my dear." He said to her waiting for her to lay down." I don't want to hurt you my dear, I am not much into the pain side of this, I am more into the tying upside, but I will be violent if I need to be just for clarification." She watched him cautiously as he said that he didn't want to hurt her, and she was curious of course to see if he was even being honest about it. But she knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere, wearing a collar and least like a dog, being told to lay down.she wasn't even a human anymore, really. He breathing was uneven as she reluctantly lay down on her back. All that she could think about was that he was about to fuck her with a monster of a cock and there wasn't anything that she could do about it. He had hold of her leash and she was certain that she wouldn't be able to get away from him as soon as he was on top of her. He crawled on top of her and rested his full weight on her. Furthermore, he grabbed at her wrists and pulled two shackles at the headboard of the bed and connected it to her wrists to keep her in place. Moving down her body now he ran his tongue all the way down her body stopping at her nipples and biting them just a bit past the pleasure barrier and reaching the pain one. He ran his tongue down her stomach and kept going until he reached her pussy. Grabbing a piece of ice from the bucket of ice he placed it into her pussy knowing it would melt fast but also make it so very cold for her." Chill baby chill Papi is going to make you feel good" As he has seen the ice melt and water leak from her pussy he let of a laugh and grabbed some more ice and ran it over her clit and lips. "Unlike most of the others who chose to get women like you as pets I prefer to keep my pets clean, so I can eat them. Most of the other guys like to just fuck the pussy, but me. My first wife taught me the ways of eating pussy and I have loved it ever since consider yourself a lucky one." He leaned forward and ran his tongue along her pussy teasing her pussy. She was unable to help herself from whimpering as he restrained her wrists above her head, his weight upon her making her breathing shallow, much more shallow than she would have liked, but it was short-lived. He moved down her body, then, biting her nipples until she started squirming, until she cried out in pain before continuing down her slender frame. When he pressed the ice to her pussy, running it over her clit she shuddered, whimpering from the ache and sting that that caused as well, blue eyes somewhat unfocused as he went off on his story about his wife, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes tightly, the ice serving to numb her cunt lips and make her clit more sensitive, his tongue on her pussy making her groan, panting through her lips. At first his tongue was just on her teasing her pussy at first until he leaned forward and pressed his tongue against her clit and rubbed it roughly with his tongue. His tongue felt like it was on fire compared to how cold he had made it with the piece of ice against her clit. Two of his large thick fingers slid into her pussy they two feeling much hotter than how cold he made her pussy. Pushing in and out of her starting off slow then moving fast his tongue keeping up a similar rhythm as he licks her. Grunting as he ate her he licked her he couldn't help but let his tongue dip to her fingers licking at her juices coating his fingers. This was his tastiest pet ever he was sure of it. He pulled his fingers from her and let his tongue slide down into her pussy and worked it into her as deep as he could tasting her as best as he could. Her back arched frantically as he worked her clit, slamming his fingers in and out of her pussy as she shuddered weakly against him, having no ability to actually get away from his tongue or fingers. She was panting heavily at this point, and as his tongue pressed into her cunt she found herself whimpering, moaning helplessly, unable to stop herself from doing so. She twisted somewhat beneath him, her hips aching as she panted desperately, her arousal quickly lapped away by his greedy tongue even as she clenched her teeth in an attempt to remain quiet. He loved breaking them in on this. So many of the girls liked to trying to be strong and not make a noise but with Gabriel Silva he enjoyed hearing the woman moan and enjoy the pleasure. Even the cheap little whimpers she let out try to conceal her horniness did nothing to stop him from knowing she was turned on. His tongue worked in and out of her frantically like a mini cock making sure to rub all around in places a cock couldn't he could feel her body twisting and turning and to that he brought his strong hands down onto her hips to hold her in place. Once she remained still he went even more at his licking at her beautiful cunt making sure to show her that he was nothing but honest in his love for eating pussy. He let go of her hips and let his thumb fall down to her clit and rubbed it to add that much more pleasure to her pussy. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to deal with this torment, his tongue working easily to bring her closer and closer to cumming, her nails digging into her palms, pressing her lips against her arm to try and silence herself though that didn't seem to work well, either.Instead, he held her still with his hands until she wasn't squirming, but the entirety of being still did not last long. "P.please." The word was groaned, and she inhaled sharply as his thumb pressed directly onto her clit, making quiet squealing sounds between high-pitched moans. Hearing her say please, he pressed his thumb harder against her clit and began to rub it up and down on her clit working it in a circular motion to bring her off. His tongue was getting more aggressive inside of her pussy he wanted her to release on his tongue he wanted to feel her juices soaking into his tongue as he made her cum. He held one of his heavy hands against her stomach holding her in place. Faster and faster he worked his finger in tonguing perfect unison. He wanted to yell for her to cum, but he knew she was holding off on purpose trying to be one of the strong ones, but she would break just lie everyone would break to him and his will. He was perched up on his knees now desperately wanting her to cum before he got on top of her and filled her with his cock. She was gasping frantically as he kept her there, unable to do much of anything but whimper and moan, the sounds getting higher in both pitch and volume until the desperate noises escaping her lips almost sounded like a dog whimpering,.a bitch in heat. It wasn't long before she was bucking up as best as she could, cumming hard with his tongue still in her cunt, a drawn out cry escaping the back of her throat as her fingers clenched horribly, toes curling weakly while she still attempted to twist her wrists free. As she came down from her climax he slowly pulled his tongue out of her enjoying the taste of her cum. Gabriel sat up and licked his lips, his face soaked in her juices. He reached over grabbing the bottle to Tequila and drinking it straight from the bottle. Pouring some onto her body he leaned down and licked it up. He poured a little bit on her nipples and licked it off then to her neck doing the same. His free hand without the bottle was rubbing all over her body pulling on the leash still attached to her collar as a means to choke her just a little bit. As he got to her face he poured the Tequila over her lips and licked along her cheeks following where the liquid would run down before going back up to her lips and kissing them. Even though he enjoyed having her as a pet he could be quite passionate at times. He let his tongue linger against her lips before forcing his meaty tongue past her lips into her mouth when she would still be tight-lipped he'd yank on the chain forcing a quick gasp from her allowing him the chance for full access. She found herself panting helplessly beneath him, not even comprehending what he was pouring onto her until it reached her lips, then easily tasting the alcohol. She was shivering as she lay beneath him, her legs forced apart as he moved between them in order to lick the alcohol off of her chest and face. He tugged on the leash and her lips parted, the temporary inability to inhale causing a slight panic, his tongue pressing past her lips once her is had parted. Twisting her wrists somewhat as he kissed her she found herself panting against his lips, trying to find a way to close her legs. Feeling her trying to close her legs he slapped the inside of her thighs as a warning. That warning made her stop at least for a moment as he pulled back from her lips looking directly into her eyes. "Don't make me regret not tying your legs to the bed. The shackles are there give me a reason to use them and I will fuck that tight little ass of yours raw. I normally like to lube the ass but if you piss me off enough I will just jam it up there, and I have made pets bleed with this cock." He sat back on his heels and gripped both of her ankles. He held them out spread eagle like watching as her pussy was spread wide open for his cock. Furthermore, he spit down on the fat head of his cock and once her was sure she'd keep her legs straight he ran the fat head up and down her pussy lips giving attention to her clit with the head before pushing it into her pussy. She forced herself to silence as he spoke, as well as forcing herself to remain still at the threats, clenching her teeth only to shake her head briefly as though in protest of his suggestion to fuck her ass raw, doing her best to remain still as he sat back, forcing her legs apart despite her whimper. There was no way to pull from him, and as he moved, rubbing his cock up and down her cunt lips before thrusting inside of her, the thrust causing her to cry out from the sheer size of him, her legs straining against his grip, back arching frantically as he filled her tight pussy in one hard thrust, the force enough to make her tits bounce. Impaling her with his length would be enough to cause any girl to cry out in pain, but added with his girth it was even that much more painful but still a bit pleasurable. He pushed every thick inch of his cock inside of her pussy until he couldn't fit any more of his cock into her. He let out a gasp at the sheer tightness of her pussy. "God you have such a tight cunt, one of the tightest I ever fucked. God your pussy... Shit." He said unable to clearly define how good her pussy was. With his might cock buried inside of her he let go of her legs and rested one hand on her stomach and the other on her hip. He pulled all except for the head of his mighty cock out of her and then pushed it all back in beginning a slow painful rhythm in his pumping. "Come on bitch get a little bit wetter for Papi. I want this cunt flowing with your juices. I want to feel like I am fucking you in water." He said to her knowing she had no control over how wet she got but enjoying the look of panic on her face. She did scream, her back arching as she felt his cock stretching her cunt with even each slight movement, her lips remaining parted. It wasn't as though she had no lube, her cunt soaked with her own cum though at this point she knew there was literally no way to get away from him. Blue eyes were unfocused as her hips bucked upward when he pushed back into her, the frantic cry seeming to almost echo in the room, the deep, hard thrust causing her tits to bounce as he spoke to her, telling her to get wetter, something that she couldn't physically do in her current thought process. Her wrists twisted, panting heavily through parted lips as she bent her legs a little more in an attempt to get...more comfortable with the sheer size of him feeling as though he would be able to split her in two i he tried hard enough.". P.please." She struggled somewhat, drawing her legs back enough that her feet pressed to his chest as though in an attempt to push him away but even the small amount of moisture on his chest easily caused her foot to slip until her leg was draped over his shoulder, the act actually giving him more momentum, and she immediately tried to draw her leg away from his shoulder, in a near panic now because he could easily pummel her cunt and actually use her with more harsh ease. Gabriel began mad as she tried to push him away, but before he could say anything her felt her feet slip off of his chest and rest over his shoulders. Her put his arms around her legs and grabbed her shoulder in each hand. He now had all the momentum and was perched at a better angle for deeper penetration in her. He grunted as he began to work his cock in and out of her tight little pussy. "Fuck you little slut. You tried to push me away. I have half a mind to slap you and fuck your ass raw would you like that you fucking cunt?" He was angry with her, thinking by now she understood her place as his sex slave and not some rebellious bitch. Letting his hand fall from her shoulder her gave her face a small taste of his power as he slapped her cheek at maybe half his strength. "You are mine bitch forget what the fuck you think before you are property now. You are my bitch, If I say down you get down, if I say open wide you open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as possible. If I fucking say for you to bend over grab your ankles and bark like the fucking bitch you are then you will do it under?" He smacked her face again this time a bit more forceful. His hand went back up to her shoulder rand held her tightly. Then as she looked like she was about to cry from the hits he began to fuck her with a brutal passion. His balls slapping against her tight little asshole making it clinch each and every time he thrust deep into her pussy stretching her out. As soon as his hands found her shoulders she found she was unable to move her legs at all, her toes curling frantically as each thrust caused her tits to bounce back and forth harshly, crying out with each thrust. He started berating her and her back arched helplessly, the first slap making her pussy spasm briefly around his cock, and she winced, her breathing somewhat uneven as she reluctantly brought her face back to look at him, a red mark appearing within seconds on her cheek as he continued, quite literally taking her down to something to play with, to do as he said no matter what he said. The second smack caused the same reaction from her cunt, squeezing his cock tightly in the sudden pain that radiated through her body, her cries momentarily silenced as she tried to get over the second slap, certain that it would leave a bruise at least half the size of his palm on her face. He pummeled her with thrusts and her body jerked in the restraints." P.please... I'm. I'm s.sorry!" Her begging broke into sobs within seconds, twisting her wrists helplessly in the cuffs. "Sorry?" He asked looking down at her, but his hips jamming into her with each and every thrust. He held her face in his hands forcing her to look up at him. "Please? Please what? You want something then you ask for it bitch and use my name. You know what I told you to call me slut. Furthermore, you need to know to realize this isn't a game at all pet. This is for real, you aren't in America, mommy and daddy aren't looking for you. Hell the fact that you were taken so easily and turned into such a whore that I doubt anyone is actually missing you right now." He slapped her breasts hard watching with each thrust as the bounced up and down. Each thrust he put into her and smack he did to her, he could feel that she was contracting around his thick cock. He kept slapping her breasts over and over again. "And look at you acting like you don't like the pain yet every fucking time I hit you then you get really tight around my dick. You're a whore for this shit don't deny it pet. You love every second of this. If you be a good pet I will give you better things than any of my last pets." She tilted her head back as though trying to get away from his grip as he held her hand in place, easily slamming into her with how she had managed to position herself, panting as he went off on her, in the brief stint explaining more about what had happened then she would have ever known, telling her that she still wasn't in the states.and that no one knew she was gone. He slapped her tits and she squealed, turning her head away from him and clenching her teeth in an attempt not to show her face to him, not to show the pain or the confusion of how her cunt was reacting to each bit of pain." I'm not... I'm not a whore! Papi.please Papi I'm not a whore. I swear it. I swear" She didn't seem to quite understand that being a whore wasn't actually bad for the situation she was in. "Oh no you are not a whore. A whore fucks for money, you don't get any sort of money from this you just get my fingers, my tongue, and my cock inside of you when ever the fuck I want. I guess a sex slave would be a better name for you, but I will call you what ever the fuck I want perks of having a sex slave, but you are a slut. A slut for my cock say it bitches, say you're a slut for my cock." He said running his hands over the large hand prints forming over her breasts. He gripped her left one hard his hand nearly taking up the whole breast and moving it around roughly. It didn't help her at all that with his grip like steel on her breasts that his cock was driving in her so hard that her breasts tried flopping around, and it was just forced to stay in one solid place. Sweat was forming all over his body as he fucked her, and it looked like it was beginning to form on her. His slaughtering of her pussy by his massive cock was getting easier and easier with each and every thrust. She was trying to stop herself from crying as he started calling her a sex slave,.a slut for his cock, telling her that she had to say it back to him, though she couldn't help but resist at first. It wasn't really until his fingers squeezed her tit so hard that she was certain there would be bruises, still trying to move away from him at least in the sense of giving him less leverage, though there was no way for her to do so, her struggles and the pain causing her pussy to contract." I. I'm a slut for.for your cock, Papi!" She choked back sobs as her pussy got wetter with each thrust, her cheeks pink from both arousal and struggling. His cock throbbed in her as she croaked out the words he told her to say. Even as she sobbed he couldn't help but get even more turned on by her. So many of his slaves had cried in the past but through the crying came many orgasms, and she would be no different in that sense. His finger tops found her nipple, and he pinched and pulled on these nipples. "Cry like the little bitch you are doesn't both me your eyes are crying no, but your pussy is screaming yes. Why else would you be so fucking wet?" He slapped her breasts and nipples a few times then pulled on her nipples again crossing that pain barrier quiet easily. He perched himself up on his tip toes balancing all of his weight on them and then thrusting his full body weight into her pussy making sure he'd stretch her pussy out and make her unable to feel any small cock inside of her ever again. Furthermore, he eased up on slapping her face, but he grabbed her throat choking her slightly. Gabriel enjoyed the rush he got from grabbing her throat and controlling her breathing making him able to control nearly every aspect of her body during their fuck session. He cut off nearly all of her air but then would let her get a few gasps of breath inside of her lungs then would choke her again all the time his cock was pumping into her as hard as he could. His cock was still inside of her, the sheer size making her oust ache from the use, knowing that if he fucked her often her cunt would remain stretched to accommodate him which seemed to make her situation more permanent. She could barely protest as he slapped her tits and face, pinching her nipples until she was certain that she would have quite a few bruises on her body by the time he was finished with her. Lips parted to speak, to beg him to stop, but his fingers closed around her slender throat, squeezing until she could only wheeze breath only to tighten his grip. With no air getting to her lungs her pussy started to spasm and squeeze his cock as he fucked her, her lips parting and closing until he released her enough to gasp for air. The process was repeated, her face pink from not getting enough oxygen as he continued to use control of her breathing to further dominate her. Her pussy continued to twitch and squeeze, her wetness dripping to the mattress beneath her as he pummeled her cunt, unable to even attempt to beg him to stop as it almost seemed every time she tried to speak he would cut off her breathing.

Plaything (Closed for RyDub)|rating:1.0

Inquisitor's Citadel of the Blessed (Character Sheet thread)

The land of Iyar (Meyer)This area is inhabited by humanoids, that's not to say bestial societies don't exist.they do. It's just equivalent to the main cities of the world and the most remote ones. The capital city is Suburb: A common pastime around here is participating in contests of magic or sleight of hand...anything that brings a bit of oddities into the mundane. That being said, the practice of Magic is quite commonplace. The local countryside is mostly hilly and scattered with fruit-bearing plants. It also hosts a bog that hosts a village of those who delve into the darker arts. The land is lead by a council, whom the people regard fondly. The ruling class are called the Athene and typically are composed by those adept with magic or wealthy merchants. The head councilman is known as Valor KriessThis is still a growing land, and there has been some unrest in the past with expanding borders. The rival land of Taken (TAA-vee-nah) is a monarchy that wishes to bring Iyar into their fold. The king is known as the Silver Knight, there are rumors that he's a half Orc but none really knows for sure. He always keeps his court at a distance and holds few engagements. The face of the kingdom is known as the Sapphire Archer, a Triton of great skill and wit. Beyond these cities lies an ancient sanctuary, founded by the self-proclaimed High Inquisitor of the Divine. The inquisitor was claimed to have a calling to build a monument to the gods themselves both sacred and profane. The machinations inside were to test those who may be considered worthy enough to become gods to sit in the circles of the pantheon. Many people tried to ascend this way, and many of them failed, their quest ending in death. After the years, and the modernization of society the Citadel has been mostly forgotten. It is here our heroes find themselves. Having researched old maps and scrolls two intrepid groups of adventurers have found their way to the Citadel, each finding a different entrance. What will become of them all? Will they meet each other, what will become of the group? And will they all create the Pantheon of the Modern Age?---Here you can post and edit your character sheets All sheets must be posted here. Cecil SolumBeyond Sheet (Sorcerer Background:Noble Race:Protector AasimarArmor Class:14Initiative:+3Speed:30' (walking/flying)Passive Perception:10Hit Point Maximum:72Hit Dice:14d6Proficiency bonus:+5Ability scores:STR 10 (+0) DEX 16 (+3) CON 12 (+1) INT 12 (+1) WIS 10 (+0) CIA 20 (+5)Saving throws:CON +7 CIA +11Proficiencies:Intimidation +10, Persuasion +10, History +6, Religion +6 Languages:Common, Celestial, Elvish Weapon proficiencies:Crossbow, Light, Dagger, Dart, Quarterstaff, Sling Armor proficiencies:None Tool Proficiencies:Dice Set Features and traits:• Dark vision 60'• Favored by the Gods: Once per short rest, if you fail a saving throw or miss with an attack roll, you can roll 2d4 and add it to the total, possibly changing the outcome.• Empowered Healing: While you aren’t incapacitated, whenever you or an ally within 5 ft. rolls dice to determine the number of HP a spell restores, you can spend 1 sorcery point to reroll any number of those dice once.• Otherworldly Wings: As a bonus action, you can manifest wings that give you a flying speed of 30 ft. until you’re incapacitated, you die, or you dismiss them as a bonus action.• Celestial Resistance: You gain resistance to Radiant and Necrotic damage• Radiant Soul: Once per long rest as an action, you can transform, gaining glimmering eyes and two incorporeal wings. For 1 minute or until you end it as a bonus action, you have a flying speed (30 ft.) and once per turn you can have one attack or spell deal 14 in additional radiant damage to one target.• War Caster: You have advantage on CON saving throws that you make to maintain your concentration on a spell when you take damage. You can perform the somatic components of spells even when you have weapons or a shield in one or both hands. You can use your reaction to make an opportunity attack to cast a spell that has a casting time of 1 action and targets only that creature. Equipment:2,156 grand of the War Mage +2Cloak of Protection Diamond (300gp) x4Fine Clothes Dice Set Diplomat's Pack Alignment:Chaotic Neutral Personality traits:• I strongly believe that selflessness, kindness, and charity are no more than a type of self-defense. Unsurprisingly, I can be a bit of a dick to people I don't immediately gel with.• I look for ways to use people. I do so without thought and, most importantly, without admitting it to myself. I pride myself on honesty, after all!• I respect strength, adore entertainment, and abhor blandness and deceit. Ideals:• Godhood. It is my obsession and the fate I will make for myself.• Amusement. Boredom is such a waste. It is important for one to seek out new and exciting experiences. Bonds:• My soul is bound to a lesser Goddess of chaos, Solar. Though I feel equal love and hate towards Her, there is no doubting I am Hers.• My family raised me to hate fiends and mistrust tie flings, but paradoxically I feel a strange fascination towards them. Flaws:• I will do anything to attain Godhood.• Cruelty is my defense mechanism. History:Cecil was born to a noble family, under a fateful star. By all accounts he was meant for greatness--a perfect heir to a perfect family. Unfortunately, things are never so neat in this life. The fateful star he was born under was not tied to a great and noble god, but a goddess of pure chaos and passion; his family was not perfection itself, but a finely crafted mirror of it. The powerful make their own fate: this was the most important lesson he ever learned from his family. And to them, this meant secretly sacrificing poor and desperate fools to gain the power of the lesser chaotic deity, Solar, then pretending her blessing of a powerful heir was a stroke of luck. Cecil was raised believing his family's lies. He felt entitled by the power he was born with--the power of his bloodline. Then, one fateful night, on the eve of one of his largest triumphs as an adventurer, he met the Goddess who'd blessed him with his power. She was no radiant, kindly goddess, but a being of chaos and perversion. She was passionate, but her passion led more toward discord than love. And her beauty gave way to pain alongside pleasure. On the day she visited his dreams for the first time, she shattered the illusion he'd been living under with a smile on her face. She broke his worldview without a care, and claimed him as her own, body and soul. He served Her for years after, using the power she etched into his soul to make his mark on the world, always searching for a way to break the bond he loves and hates in confusing measure. Only one path seems sure to him--a path that seems all too fitting now: ascension. If he can attain Godhood, he can get everything he wants. He would never be controlled again; he would surpass his Lady; he would be feared and adored for all eternity, and mortal weakness and boredom would be trifles of the past. Really, what could go wrong? (buy 8(0), 15(13), 14(10), 8(0), 16(16), 8(0) = 39Iska - Shooting Star(#id=2089218)This tiny kobold believes to be the reincarnation of the once mighty dragon Shooting Star. Through rigorous training she has honed her body, even able to manifest some of her former glory in the form of her astral self. In her early years when she was just a hatchling, Ska's clan got whipped out by an overzealous lot of misguided adventurers. Somehow this tiny kobold had been overlooked. On its own, she somehow managed to sneak herself into one of the mayor cities, hiding herself among the many street urchins inhabiting the slums. No one would look twice to expect a kobold among them. Her sneaky kobold ways easily helped her impress the other local children and in turn helped her climate to other species besides kobolds. Then the dreams came. A giant diatonic entity visiting her each night with glimpse and images of former glory. With enough training and discipline, Star could awaken her spirit ancestry and the strength of the former dragon Shooting Star. Now many years later, Ska has honed her body and mind, elevating her tiny kobold frame to heights most wouldn't expect from a small scale. On one faithful day she somehow got dragged into a skirmish and managed to help out a group of adventurers. Recognizing her skill, she got 'adopted' into the band and over time, the little kobold managed to make some renown of her own, hopping from one adventure into the next a slowly reawakening the name of Shooting Star. Iska's Astral Self manifests itself as the disembodies claws and/or head of a mighty dragon. Player:KimeraName:Ska - Shooting Star Class:Monk (Way of the Astral Self (#WayoftheAstralSelfUA))Background:Urchin Race:Kobold Age:18Height:2'5"ft Weight:29 lb Skin:Ash with yellow stripes Eyes:Red Armor Class:20 (19 + 1 from ring of protection)Initiative:4Speed:60ftPassive Perception:15Hit Point Maximum: 106 (Dice: 14d8+28Proficiency bonus: +5Ability scores:: STR (6) DEX (18) CON (14) INT(8) WIS (20) CIA (8)Saving throws:: STR (4*) DEX(+10) CON (+8) INT(+5) WIS (+11) CIA (5) enhanced by +1 from ring of protection * +11 when Arms of the Astral Self is active immune to disease and poison Proficiencies:Weapons: Simple Weapons, Short Swords Armor: -Tools: Herbalist Kit, Thieves Tools, Disguise Kit Skills:Strength: Athletics(+3)*Dexterity: Acrobatics(+9) Sleight of hand(+9) Stealth(+9)Constitution:Intelligence: Arcane(-1) History(-1) Investigation(-1) Nature(-1) Religion(-1)Wisdom: Animal Handling(+5) Insight(+10) Medicine(+5) Perception(+5) Survival(+5)Charisma: Deception(-1) Intimidation(-1) Performance(-1) Persuasion (-1)* +10 when Arms of the Astral Self is active Languages:Common, Diatonic, All (Tongue of the Sun and Moon)Features and traits:Kobold traits: -2 STR, +2 DEX- Dark vision 60ft- Grovel, Cower, and Be- Pack Tactics.- Sunlight Sensitivity. Background Trait:- Feature: City Secrets You know the secret patterns and flow to cities and can find passages through the urban sprawl that others would miss. When you are not in combat, you (and companions you lead) can travel between any two locations in the city twice as fast as your speed would normally allow.ASI:4) +2 wis8) +2 wis12) Squat nimbleness feat (Another)Monk (Way of the Astral Self):- Unarmored Defense (10+Wis+DEX): 19- Martial Arts- I (14/short rest)- Unarmored Movement (+25ft)- Deflect Missiles: reaction: - (1d10+19)- Slow Fall-Extra Attack-Stunning Strike- Disempowered Strikes-Evasion- Stillness of Mind-Unarmored Movement Improvement- Purity of Body (immune poison, disease)- Tongue of the Sun and Moon-Diamond Soul Monastic Tradition: Way of the Astral Self)- Arms of the Astral Self-Visage of the Astral Self-Awakening of the Astral Self Equipment:- ring of protection (+1 AC, +1 saves) - 3500gp - rare-straps (boots) of evening - 2500gp - uncommon- scarf (cloak) of evening - 5000gp - uncommon- Jiang (spear) +1 - 1000gp - uncommon-Kama (hand axe)- Herbalist Kit-Thieves Tools-Explorers Pack (Backpack, Bedroll, Mess kit, Tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of Rations, Waterski, 50 feet of Hempen rope)- Small knife-Map of the city you grew up in- Common clothes-Belt pouch- A pet mouse, named Nibbles- Dragon tooth necklace with her name rune etched into it. (Token to remember your parents by)Money:Under 1000 GP left Attacks:- Unarmed Strike (regular):+9 to hit, 1d8+4 bludgeoning damage and count as magic weapons (option for stunning strike)- Bonus action: Can make 1 extra unarmed strike-Flurry of Blows (1 I): Can make 2 extra unarmed strikes-Astral Arms:+10 to hit, 1d8+5 radiant or necrotic damage, 10ft reach (option for stunning strike)- Bonus action: Can make 2 extra strikes with Astral Arms-Astral Arms (+Visage):+10 to hit, 1d8+5+1d8 radiant or necrotic damage (bonus D8 only once per turn on a strike that hits), reach 10ft (option for stunning strike)- Bonus action: Can make 2 extra strikes with Astral Arms- Jiang +1:+10 to hit, 1d8+5 piercing, Thrown (range 20/60), versatile (1d8)- Kama:+9 to hit, 1d8+4 slashing, Light, thrown (range 20/60)Alignment:Neutral Personality trait:I like to squeeze into small places where no one else can get to me. Ideal:I help the people who help me-that's what keeps us alive. Bond:I owe a debt I can never repay to the person who took pity on me Flaw:It's not stealing if I need it more than someone else. (DarkwailName:Arms Fournier Class:Bard (College of Valor) 10/Warlock (Hex blade) 4Background:Folk Hero Race:Half-Elf Age:40Height:6'0'ft Weight:160lbHair:Dark brown Skin:Caucasian Eyes:Brown Armor Class:16 (DEX +2, 14 adamantine breastplate)Initiative:+6Speed:30Passive Perception:14Hit Point Maximum:HP rolled: 115 (Dice:14d8Proficiency bonus:+5Ability scores:: STR (12) DEX (18) CON (16) INT (14) WIS (14) CIA (19)Saving throws:: STR (+1) DEX(+9) CON (+3) INT(+2) WIS (+2) CIA (+9)Note: Advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep Proficiencies:Animal handling(+7), Arcane(+5), Acrobatics (+6), Athletics(+3), Deception(+14), History(+7), Insight(+7), Intimidation(+14), Investigation(+4), Medicine(+4), Nature(+4), Perception(+4), Performance(+14), Persuasion(+14) Religion(+4), Sleight of Hand(+6), Stealth(+6), Survival(+7)Languages: Common, Even, Celestial, Sylvan Weapon proficiencies: Martial, Simple Armor proficiencies: Light, Medium, Shields Tool Proficiencies:Smith’s tools, land vehicles, cook's utensils, horn, viol, lute Features and traits:Dark vision 60'ft, Fey Ancestry, Half-Elf Versatility (2 skills), Rustic Hospitality (background), Prodigy (expertise to Smith's tools), Inspiring Leader, Mounted Combatant, Spell casting (Bard), Bardic Inspiration (d10), Jack of All Trades, Song of Rest (d8), Bard College (Valor), Expertisex2, Bonus Proficiencies (weapons&armor), Combat Inspiration, Font of Inspiration, Extra Attack, Magical Secrets (Find Greater Steed, Circle of Power), Otherworldly Patron (Horn of Valhalla), Pact Magic, Expanded Spell List, Hex blade Curse, Hex Warrior, Eldritch Invocations (Agonizing Blast, Improved Pact Weapon), Pact Boon (Blade)Equipment:Horn of Armando (Valhalla, Brass), 8,400gpAdamantine Breastplate, 900gpBoots of Evening, 2,500gpLute, 35gpSmith's tools, 20gpCook's utensils, 1gpExplorer Pack, 10gpScholar's Pack, 40gpGlass Eye (Clairvoyance focus), 100gpPearl (Identify focus), 100gpMoney:894gpAttacks:2 times Pact Weapon +11, DX+5, range (varies)3 times Eldritch Blast +11, 1d10+4, 120 feet Spells:Can trips:Eldritch Blast, Sword Burst, Green Flame Blade, Vicious Mockery, Prestidigitation, Dancing Lights, Mending Level 1 (4 slots):Wrathful Smite, Shield, Hex, Healing Word, Heroism, Identify, Detect Magic, Disguise Self Level 2 (3 slots):Branding Smite, Misty Step, Enhance Ability, See Invisibility2 pact slot Level 3 (3 slots):Clairvoyance, Tongues Level 4 (3 slot):Greater Invisibility, Dimension Door Level 5 (2 slot):Find Greater Steed, Circle of Power, Animate Objects Alignment:Chaotic Good Defining Event:I alone stood against army of raiders, blowing on legendary horn to get aid of heroes of past ages to save my hometown. Personality trait:I'm confident in my own abilities and do what I can to instill confidence in others. I admire figures of legend, whether they are villain or a hero, as each one has story to be told and heard. Ideal:Destiny. Nothing and no one can steer me away from my higher calling. Bond:My tools are symbols of my past life, and I carry them so that I will never forget my roots. Flaw:I easily seduce and jump into relationships with women, which I sadly cannot commit to long run and result in broken hearts and trouble. Allies:Becerra (celestial Pegasus summoned via find greater steed), Meth ((lord of Battle dale), Mintier Moon silver (Laugh Mankato (Tempos high priest in Water deep), History:Life before adventuringLongAramis Fournier was born in 1318 DR (year of Tired Treat) at Ky thorn 19, day before summer solstice. He was born to half-elf parents who lived in Battle dale, on small farming community at The Belt region which is sparsely populated as whole. But this community was spread out in ten-mile radius and locals tended fields, farms and their craft. His family ran a small farm with livestock, but it was for their personal needs, main source of trade and income came from smith work which his father worked with locals and traders and even few adventurers. His father had belonged to Lord's Men, in military he served as armorer and had learned craft and repair weapons and armor until in one serious conflict he got injured on his leg. Albeit it did not stop working as smith, but it became impossible for him serve in military where he could force to march, haul, lift or dig drenches when needed. So he retired and married. Aramis studied under his father's footsteps, but the traveling adventurers and their stories always fascinated him, and he was drawn by their stories. However, his parents discouraged it, telling him to stop dreaming of grandeur life of adventure and just be happy for simple life as a smith. Only exciting events happened in 1322 and 1336 (when he was four years old and then eighteen years old). In 1322 when monster attacks dramatically increased to point some magical beasts spilled over from Three Rivers region to The Belt as well. But Lord's men handled it and despite rumors nothing approached even close to his home. In 1336 Events conquered Dagger dale, and it made some locals worry about further Events attacks and caused rise to interest for local militia. Arms, with thirst for a bit of excitement joins and helps organize the local militia with other youths, and he thanks his natural immense charisma became captain of local militia which he named as Young Braves Brigade. Local elders and parents allowed this 'play army' go around patrolling and practicing so long it did not interrupt any family's work or cause stress of a workload. Expecting entire affair die out in season or two. But it did not, as Arms was half-serious in running it, and he was concerned for safety of the locals. It caused a building schism between him and his father who became accidentally a spokesman for locals, mostly complain, in 'recruiting working young men and women to play soldiers'. Some recruits lasted only a day or two before families pressured them to quit, while most rest older recruits, the first one, stuck around and keep routine going but overtime from thirty only fifteen 'stubborn cases' remained. Then in 1339, Year of the Weeping Moon, same year when lord of Shadow dale, lord Army, was assassinated by Ghent agents, an unknown mercenary, raider group, approached The Belt. When Young Braves Brigade patrol (consisted of five people on horseback) inquired their business in region, three were shot down, one injured seriously (later died on injuries) and one lucky survivor raised alarm in The Belt. However, raiders were swift and numerous, cutting roads and shooting down messengers who tried to summon Lord's Men, and they circulated the small area where Arms and his community resided in. They were one many communities flanked and sneakily approached by mercenaries who clearly carried Events colors in them! Had moved into region unseen and in smaller groups and regrouped while inside the region. Intending hold many communities hostage and blackmail to yield region over to them from lord of Assembly.At that moment Arms commanded everyone leave their homesteads and head to old keep in the area, it was ancient and sometimes Arms had held some practices with Young Braves Brigade over there, in there he planned organize defense. He managed guide people to safety successfully but soon as they closed their gates and small army of raiders surrounded them, realizing they were trapped. More so they build siege engines and started bombard the keep with stone and alchemical fire, building civilian and brigade casualties. Arms was desperate, he may have been smart, charismatic and inspired by adventurers tales on battles and wars, but he was not experienced enough and had not truly faced war or battles before! Fear gripped him tightly, more so weight of responsibility what he held and saw in eyes of people he was their only hope and that crushed his heart inside. In bitter tears he prayed for salvation, and then he heard a voice; an alluring female voice, asking to look and find her in depths of ruins. Following voice command he searched the ruins, while siege continued and enemy was on gates ramming with battering ram. Last hour of battle coming and now raiders showing no mercy, intending none at all to survivors for sake of their defiance. As siege thunders above the ruins, in lower levels he finds signs of ancient even stone work after collapsed wall. Present keep building atop ruins of older keep; an even keep. Inside he finds armory with ruined swords and armor, however in pedestal rested a horn in silver with engravings of elves battling army of demons. As he grasped it, the horn spoke; it informed him that thanks even blood he can blow the horn and call upon heroes of old, even heroes who already rest and sleep in Armando (but it comes with cost; horn will lose most of its magical powers and become a regular Horn of Valhalla. The horn's sentience also would disappear, so to allow Arms to blow and use horn's full magic perhaps last time, had to make a pact with the horn and indirectly to Submarine; on take likely lifelong quest to restore horn's powers. In going life as a hero, do heroics, preserve even values and never wield weapon which was not granted by his pact. Wielding replicas of even weapons of old in battle and thus bring glory to their makers. Aramis agreed, and he felt surge of arcane energy fill him as pact was made, surge of magical power infuses him and gave him visions of Armando and to ancient even past, the Crown Wars and all past conflicts, heroic battles and adventures of even heroes, mere a glimpse. Then in euphoric bliss with visions dancing on his eyes he blew on the horn, it's song with perfect clarity ringed through the keep and up skies and around the keep. A silvery mist emerges which clouds the battlefield.....covers advance of even heroes who answered the call of the horn of Armando. The even heroes had come from Armando to battle once more, granted bodies of flesh and given their signature weapons, and they battle with ferocity and skill shared across eons upon the raider's army! The battering ram falls quiet, catapults stop firing and silence slowly falls as battle ends. When mists departs, all what's left are corpses of the hentai mercenaries laid about battlefield to feed the crows. Aramis was knocked out three days, and he woke up, he told his tale and community was in awe. Albeit later horn was recognised as sacred relic by even scholar, but it had no power. But Arms taking burden of the debt he left his home in Battle dale and set out in adventuring in 1340, Year of the Lion and when he was twenty-two. Adventuring Career The first major conflict Arms Fournier participated in Battle of the River Rising in Feather dale in 1340, starting early on his career as adventurer and starting practice his mysterious magical powers. During the conflict he met War-Councilor Meth, general of Battle dales Lord's Men who lend some aid to the conflict along with Serbians. They befriended in battlefield, and he shared his own tales of heroic battle in The Belt, impressed by the tale and horn as proof of the deed he believed it. Over the years they had talked and met since then, sharing battle stories and such even after Meth became lord of Battle dale himself. After that he joined to mercenary band, Moonlight Men (recruitment happened in Serbia, and he traveled with the band (and getting know Mintier Moon silver (man becoming great source of inspiration for Arms) for some years until they participated what was basically band's last battle (albeit group got disbanded officially at 1358 as license ran out);Battle of Turn stone Pass(in Year of the Boot at 1343. In participation of that battle, some horn's magic returned to it but with horrible cost as only Mintier, Arms and five others survived. The event burying his friends and comrades had profound effect on Arms, who had participated in few battles but not have felt a loss before. He nearly lost all dear to him when he acquired the horn, but even if technically battle was won, he saw no victor in battlefield. Just corpses. He parted ways with the survivors and sought new ventures. Doing half-dozen ventures and explorations as he traveled to Silver moon and Water deep. He was in House of Heroes (honoring heroes of old when Night of Temple Fires (occurred, he tried to defend the house first against the forces but as fires started he snatched several artifacts to bag of holding and then later return them to Tempos clergy (to high priest Laugh) to help with restoration efforts. In Year of the Arch (1353 DR), when cat lords emerged in Arable he offered aid to the cat lords (to help solve the conflict) and he successfully tracked down remains of their heroic figure from one dishonest merchants who had bought an item from a thief who had stolen the remains (which took form of golden cat's paw, albeit inside said paw was hand of past cat lord, and it provided infinite amount of luck to user with cost causing misfortune in area). One cat lords became an on/off going romantic relationship for Arms. Then in Year of the Worm (1356 DR) he was in Sword Coast when hell broke loose in there, and he battled non-stop entire year dealing with band of goblin forces, devils and dark mages which assault Balder's Gate and working with Flaming Fist as mercenary first but then later become honorary member as he leads militia and advises on strategies. Since then Arms has continued to travel, facing adventures and famous adventurers in Fern and traveled north, south and west in his life seeking heroics, battles and also help immortalize some less known heroes with his novel work and in songs and tales. He then heard of about grand trial in far west in Fern, and so he headed there to see what's it about (and what sort heroes it brings and see can horn's powers elevated further). Naughtier talesAramis had always been handsome lad, even in youth many girls came to father's forge watch him work and sweat and work his muscles. It's boring in countryside after all. But one who introduced him to carnal arts weren't none the maidens but widower, Tanya Hills (She had married off young to older farmer who then died on stroke, and she has been widowed for a decade and ran farm (which she inherited) herself. She needed smith to place shoes on her working horses and repair a wagon, easiest to do in her farm than drag everything to smith. So Arms was sent there for repairs for couple days, but managed get work done less than day, but the two days went for 'something else needing care of' (made it clear from start; she had need for a man for one and one thing only. In truth, she could have fixed things herself, but she's not wanting no gossip or getting called slut by local uptight bitches. So it became just quiet private thing between Arms and her, on and off sessions. She did not mind when Arms employed tricks she taught on other women in area (so girls who stared him before got eventually each one broken in). But even after all dozens of women, some even sexier and more powerful he does remember Tanya mostly and fondest as well. Second one he does not actually remember (IC wise), but it occurred when he bonded and attuned to Horn of Armando. The female voice was spirit in the horn and during attuning process where he was awestruck by visions from Armando (who drive mortals mad and euphoric with joy), during the trance he met the spirit and had the wildest sex (so far in his life. Avatar of the horn taking form of firm build but bust blond brass skinned elf with deep blue eyes. It was perhaps on that moment he fell in love with her, in open welcomed passion, but same time, he forgot it entirely and may be root reason for why he cannot commit to relationship, yield heart as he has already and perhaps subconscious know he cannot be with the spirit (even if horn restored) unless he becomes a god. After the battle of river rising, when he went to Serbia to get registered for moonlight men he met a woman who worked on Silver Ravens; Lynne Frost leaf (she despite meek appearance and fancying dress as maid was actually ruthless assassin, spy and network dealer and is around mid-ranks in silver ravens organization. A sun elf but with unknown age. He accepted a job from her as moon silver man and completed it and did some other odd jobs here and there, and he took it as challenge to melt her ice frozen heart. She for months persisted until one night she did yield (showing herself to be smiling genuine manner. However, instant after that night she told their business association has ended and he better pray never see her or hear from her, as either way indicates he is her target and likely killed as result from a job. Arms assuming for sake for personal strict professionalism she had to cut him off. After the deadly battle on turn stone pass he was hailed as hero across silver marches and got many opportunities to get laid, but only event which shook off his jaded cold heart from cold deadly chill of battle was none other than Austria yearly orgy party (more so besides general fun and partners he got picked up by Austria Silver hand herself (for over a day....and to this date Arms haven't been worked hardest than was by that woman. Near insatiable yet same time in haze of lust showed in silver eyes an ancient cunning and intelligence which scares Arms to this day. She clearly tried to seduce him and join her court, become one her lovers and agents and for many years invited him to orgy party and otherwise have tea with her and discuss politics. But overtime once realizing Arms is not 'settling' type any fashion over time the invites ended and ceased. One few dumps which Arms regrets, actually. Another to regret happened during masked ball in Water deep where he encountered another Silver hand sisters; Laravel (The masked ball turned into orgy and Laravel was supposed meet one Harper agents during it, but Arms had interfered in forceful manner (in bending her over and nail against the bed and soon Laravel even forgot what for she was there. Compared to Austria she had lacked level-headed mind or simply lacked in carnal pleasures compared to her freedom ruling sister wise. Or simply catch her off guard after long dry season or such. But Arms did not know who she was from the party until later encounters she made and through her was inducted into Harper organization and later to Moon stars, however sooner or later Arun sun Black staff found out and for obvious reasons he is no longer in Moon stars and rather there is new deadly enchantment in Black Tower; if he comes anywhere hundred feet close to it, it will fire lightning bolt to his location. After that Laravel perhaps decided for sake of Arms own life leave him alone or entire point of affair with Arms was to make her husband jealous. Albeit Arms is damn sure it was not entirely the plot she aimed for, at least in beginning. His other lovers included a tie fling woman called Sara (a Harper but also professional smuggler and pirate in Sword Coast. She is perhaps quite similar to Tanya that she does not want lasting relationships, just casual fun now and then. But is super jealous type when she is 'on' mode, unlike Tanya. It was through having side affair during his trips both with her and someone else he nearly got killed and has avoided her since and from going to Balder's Gate, as he is not sure how long she can carry grudge and considering how she keeps her men loyal in crew by peeling the banana torture on mast, he does not want to find out. Only crazier is female draw Elena Dark wind (a warlock devoted to Loath, spider queen. She was firstborn daughter of matron mother (now matron, thanks aid of Arms). She was captured in surface raid at Serbia, and she refused spill beans on her house or underdark city operations. So as smart man Arms did unthinkable to grows prepare for; using unfiltered philter of love and cast bestow curse on her (using expensive spell scroll from Than enclave) to make it permanent. Besides her patrons' devotion, she became obsessed with Arms and to Arms it was very intense and carnal relationship (as grows there is no other ways show affection besides sex, so loads hot sex and he did not complain). She told what was needed and agreed even work with Serbia silver ravens to bring 'peace' to surface if she gets to become matron mother in major house and thus have influence decide such things. She tied Arms to her ambitions and Arms was her partner in crime for any dark deeds, assassinations, seduction, backstabbing. Only one he could rely on was Elena as he trusted the 'love' to work for him and protect him in Underdark. But he underestimated dark elves sense of insecurity and trust; more intense the love, that greater of fear losing it. Leading Elena becoming even crazy jealous (not harm him, just skin any woman he looked at) and then finale came when true nightmare manifested in Arms being captured by Elena, chain on dungeon, to avoid him leaving and becoming her love slave forever! Thankfully Arms was rescued by his Harper friends but since then he has been hunted down by Dark wind housed row trackers ad sometimes Elena herself join in hunt and otherwise make his life difficult as she chases him or threaten harm those he cares about. She is craziest of all his lovers and powerful enough to be serious problem thanks her warlock powers skyrocketed thanks becoming matron of her house. Arms prays she never breaks free from the philter of love influence or true abyss breaks loose.....also was last time he ever played around with magical love potions. Even if seduction of Elena was for name of good, but he may have created monster. (Song wind (Song wind Corentin Song wind is a minor nobleman from a remote territory outside the City of Ever ska in the Western Heartlands. His home is a crystal tower in the middle of the Wildwood. A few tree houses can be found strewn about for a few miles around the tower. Several bands of wood elves pay their tribute to the rulers of the city through Corentin. Corentin is a good man, well-loved by his people. In return for the labor they offer him, he uses learning and magic to enrich all their lives and add to their security. When the Paris struck against Ever ska, he opened his home to the Wood Elves and lead the warriors among them against those terrifying foes. Corentin is also passionate and fertile. He has two wives and three regular lovers. Between them, he has 3 sons and four daughters. Fluentreia Song wind is Corentin's second-youngest daughter. Her mother is one of his official wives--Alisonora. Though still innocent in her 125th year, Fluenteria has much in common with her father. She enjoys the arts, and sciences, scholarship and magic, and the erotic embrace of a comely lass, but she is also serious about her duty to defend envenom and the whole empire. As a child, she showed an aptitude for magic. As she has grown, Flexeril has followed an even traditional martial art, weaving magic, swordplay, and music together into a harmonious whole. On her 111th birthday, she began taking extended curious from home. She caught adventure, experience, and chances to learn new things. She learned the spell of teleportation just in time to join her father against the Paris, and has slain one of those terrible beasts personally. Many beyond the Glenwood stumble over her name. Fluentreia has accepted the nickname 'Flute' in honor of her favorite instrument. Player: Untrue(Kerry EridaeClass: Rogue 3/Monk 11Background: Outlander Race: Wood Elf Armor Class: 20Initiative: +5Speed: 55Passive Perception: 19Hit Point Maximum: 84 (Dice: 14d8Proficiency bonus: +5Ability scores:: STR (8) DEX (20) CON (12) INT(8) WIS (18) CIA (9)Saving throws:: STR (+0) DEX(+11) CON (+2) INT(+5) WIS (+5) CIA (+0)Proficiencies:Animal handling(+4), Arcane(-1), Acrobatics* (+10), Athletics**(+9), Deception(-1), History(-1), Insight*(+9), Intimidation(-1), Investigation(-1), Medicine*(+9), Nature**(+9), Perception*(+9), Performance(-1), Persuasion(-1) Religion(-1), Sleight of Hand*(+10), Stealth**(+15), Survival**(+14)Languages: Common, Elvish, Primordial, DruidicWeapon proficiencies: Simple weapons, hand crossbows, long swords, rapiers, short swords, Longbows Armor proficiencies: Light Armor Tool Proficiencies: Thieves Tools, Woodcarving Tools Features and traits:Wood Elf • Elf Weapon Training. You have proficiency with the long sword, short sword, short bow, and longbow.• Dark vision. Accustomed to twilit forests and the night sky, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.• Fey Ancestry. Furthermore, you have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.• Trance. Elves do not sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semi-conscious, for 4 hours a day. The Common word for this meditation is "trance". While meditating, you dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive after years of practice. After resting in this way, you gain the same benefit a human would from 8 hours of sleep.• Fleet of Foot. Your base walking speed increases to 35 feet.• Keen Senses. You have proficiency in the Perception skill.• Mask of the Wild. You can attempt to hide even when you are only lightly obscured by foliage, heavy rain, falling snow, mist, and other natural phenomena. Monk• Martial Arts• I • Unarmored Movement (+20ft)• Deflect Missiles 1d10+DEX(5)+monk level (11)• Slow Fall (up to 55 damage)• Extra Attack• Stunning Strike (DC 17)• Disempowered Strikes• Evasion• Stillness of Mind• Purity of Body-Monastic Tradition: Way of the Shadow• Shadow Arts• Shadow Step (60ft range)• Cloak of Shadows Rogue• Expertise (Stealth, Athletics)• Sneak Attack (2d6)• Thieves’ Can't (Replaced by Druid)• Cunning Action Archetype (Scout)• Skirmisher: Starting at 3rd level, you are difficult to pin down during a fight. You can move up to half your speed as a reaction when an enemy ends its turn within 5 feet of you. This movement doesn’t provoke opportunity attacks.• Survivalist: When you choose this archetype at 3rd level, you gain proficiency in the Nature and Survival skills if you don't already have it. Your proficiency bonus is doubled for any ability check you make that uses either of those proficiencies.[/spoiler Equipment: Ring of Jumping, Boots of Evening, Ring of Protection Potion of Superior Healing, Potion of Greater Healing (2), Potion of Healing (2)Potion of Water breathing (2)Explorer’s Pack: Includes a Backpack, a Bedroll, a Mess kit, a Tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of Rations, and a Waterski. 50 feet of Silken rope strapped to the side. Quiver, Arrows (20), Empty Vials (5), Scout's Outfit, Tinderbox (2), Longbow, Insect Repellent-Incense (5), Daggers (4), 300g Diamonds Money: 1725.5gAttacks: Martial Arts: +10 1d8+5, Longbow +10 1d8+5, +1 Dark wood Knife +11 1d8+6 Spells: Minor Illusion, Darkness, Dark vision, Pass without Trace, Silence, Alignment: NG? Personality trait:-I would rather sleep in a tree than a luxurious Suite-I watch over my friends like they were a litter of newborn pups Ideal:-It is each person's responsibility to make the most happiness for the whole tribe. Bond:-An injury to the unspoiled wilderness of my home is an injury to me.-The knife I carry was crafted by myself as a rite of passage. It represents what I am fighting for. Flaw:-I am secretly convinced of the superiority of my own culture, History: Kerry was trained in a remote and isolated even society. They elves of the Khalid Forests have cultivated its lands for centuries. They live in smaller tribes of elves which migrate throughout the forest, careful not to over hunt and gather one area too much. The Khalid elves protect their domain with lethal force if an outsider disrupts the balance of the forest. Kedryn learned how to move through and read the signs of the wilds. His training began at age 15 and did not officially end until his 80th year. During that time the young elf’s body and mind were honed into deadly form. He was trained how to use his body and inner focus to great efficiency, as well as how to be closer to nature. How to cultivate berry bushes along forest trails, maintain the health of the forest while also guiding to be beneficial to the elves, and how to hunt and move through the forest while leaving hardly a trace. In recent decades his people’s lands have been repeatedly encroached upon by the nations nearest the forest. Often sought to exploit the land that the elves had tended to and cultivated for centuries. The Khalid elves used swift blades and druid magic to hold back the invading people. Over the decades their people have dwindled from the frequent skirmishes and battles with foreigners. Kerry could see the toll this defense was taking on his people. He knew he could only do so much for his people as a direct defender. He had to find another way for them to defend their lands. So he was tasked to find a way to help his people. To search the land for some artifact, knowledge, or ally who could lend aid. (Starwhinkle-Shimmerfitz (Agathe Magnificent Star shimmer; Miss Penny;Aughwhyistheresomuchfirethiswasn'tintheplaybill! Class:Wizard Background:Entertainer Race:Forest Gnome Armor Class:Initiative:+3Speed:25'Passive Perception:15Hit Point Maximum:81 (Dice:14d6Proficiency bonus:+5Ability scores:STR11 (+0)DEX14 (+2)CON14 (+2)INT20 (+5)WIS11 (+0)CHA14 (+2)Saving throws:INT+10WIS+5Proficiencies:Animal Handling+5,Arcane+10,Acrobatics+7,Investigation+5 (25 passive), Performance+12,Persuasion+7,Sleight of Hand+7 Languages:Common, Gnomish Weapon proficiencies:Daggers, Darts, Slings, Staves, Light Crossbows Armor proficiencies:None Tool Proficiencies:Disguise Kit, Converting Accordion Features and traits:• Dark vision 60' (Gnome Racial Trait)• Gnome cunning (Gnome Racial Trait)• Natural Illusionist (Forest Gnome Racial Trait)• Speak With Small beasts (Forest Gnome Racial Trait)• By Popular Demand (Entertainer Background Feature)• Wizard Spell casting (Wizard Class Feature)- Can trips- Spell book- Preparing and Casting Spells- Spell casting Ability: Intelligence (DC: 18,Spell attack:+10- Ritual Casting- Spell casting Focus• Arcane Recovery (Wizard Class Feature)• Arcane Tradition: Necromancy (Wizard Class Feature)- Necromancy Savant-Grim Harvest-Undead Thralls-Inured to Death- Command Death• Feat / ASI: Observant Feat (Wizard Class Feature)• Feat / ASI: Skilled Feat (Wizard Class Feature• Feat / ASI: Performer Feat ((Wizard Class Feature)Equipment:Arcane Focus (staff), Scholar's pack, dagger, spell book, Spell component pouch, light crossbow, 20 bolts, belt pouch, magnifying glass, sealing wax, soap, robes, vials (7), disguise kit, Winged boots, wand of the war mage +1, helm (hat) of comprehend languages, ring of feather falling, Spell research (550 GP)Money:44 GP Attacks:Light Crossbow (+7, range 80/320, 1d8+2 piercing damage), Dagger (+7, range 20/60, 1d4+2 piercing damage), Ankle Bite (+5, 1 shame damage) Staff (+5, 1d6/1d8 bludgeoning damage)SpellsCANTRIPS: Minor Illusion, Chill Touch, Mage Hand, Message, Dancing Lights, Mold Earths:Mage Armor, Magic Missile, Unseen Servant, Detect magic, Silent Image, Color Spray, Charm Person, Greased: Still's Snowball Storm, Enlarge / Reduce, Knock, Locate Object, Web, Invisibility, Alter self rd: Animate Dead, Fireball, Fly, Major Image, haste, Calder's Tower, Tiny Servant, Life transference: Arcane eye, Summon Greater Demon, Polymorph, Dimension Fourth: Gas, Mislead, Cone of Cold, Wall of Light, Dance macabre, Enervation: Eye bite, Disintegrated: Finger of Death, Prismatic Spray Alignment:Chaotic Mostly-GoodPersonality traits:• Nobody stays angry at me or around me for long, since I can defuse any amount of tension.• I study my friends and take notes on how they act. I jot down the things they do or say that I find interesting. Ideals:• People. I like seeing the smiles on people's faces when I perform. That's all that matters• Curiosity. I can't stand an unsolved mystery or a closed door. Bonds:• I idolize a hero of the old tales and measure my deeds against that person's.• Kobolds have caused me and my people no end of trouble, I will avenge those wrongs! Flaws:• I'll do anything to win fame and renown.• I prefer to hide during a fight. History:If anyone told you The Magnificent Star shimmer was the daughter of a tax man and the pea farmer he fell in love with, they are surely lying. But it's a persistent story so let's work with it. According to the story, Penny is the third of five children, each just as gnomish as the last. But for some strange reason, while the first two were good at growing beans and the youngest two were good at counting them, Penny was pretty abysmal at both... but she was the only one in the family to manifest the famous illusion magic of gnomish fame. Given her lack of ability with loans and legumes, it seemed that her only logical course of a future was... No, not show business, you don't go rampaging right to the stage. No, her first step was The Academy. The Forlorn Keep. The Warlock Congress. Duh Pistol, the Gated Towers. Bleak stone. The Inverted Mountain. The Blackened Hand. Whatever you wanted to call the fortress of dark stone that grew like a dead god's arm from the depths of the Ire swamp in southern Sub Would, you had to admit they had the finest prospects for arcane study in the land. Penny was class of '43. Despite the academy's dark reputation, the schooling in the Art was pretty run-of-the-mill. It was several years of ascribing, linguistics, and alchemy before she was even granted her first can trip, but it was so worth it! And there was barely any human sacrifice to appease unruly entities from the yawning void dividing space and time! Plus the best wrestling team of any school in the Magi conclave (GooooooFighting Admirals!) She honed her skills as an illusionist, both with and without magical backing, but of course the school's focus was necromancy; but unlike theoccasionalmad necromancer bent on world annihilation and control the Gated Towersoccasionallyproducedon occasion, Penny had no real grand ambitions of maximum power, and saw her future in a versatile, flexible study of the Art. This did mean she graduated a decade before most of the rest of her class (I mean technically that makes her class of '33 but whatever.) However, she still has a fondness for cackling madly and shoutingFOOLS! I'll show them, I'll show THEM ALL!during thunderstorms; some school traditions are hard to shake! Since graduation, she's mostly made her living in performance; whirling, spinning lights, stages full of illusions performing their own plays and magic shows, and of course, pulling cards out of a lady's... well anyway, it's a lucrative career path, financially speaking, but when you literally have the power to reshape the cosmos universal to your every idle whim with nothing more than a snap of the fingers and a gummy eyelash and possiblecenturiesof life, you get a little... antsy. And the way Penny saw it, she could either dust off the ol' romantic grimier and set about converting the globe to her minions in death, ortake up goodly adventuring. Since she already had the outfit and because zombies are poor conversationalists, she opted for the latter, and sought out a position in a friendly adventurer's guild. Turns out she got into several positions, but that's neither here nor there. Ahem." Adventure Ho!"as they say.

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I'll Do It For The Children - Xmas { Immortal x TeacupTwink }

It was snowing, the cold white chilling speckles glittering from the sky as they fell down across the concrete. He had been standing there a good three hours, taking a seated break now and again in a small space in between a popular holiday shopping area quite close to all the bars and lodges as well as mini-shops. A blonde boy, senior in high-school no doubt. Still having a backpack set on the bench put out for shoppers who needed a beak. His tossed, messy but stylish locks swept across his forehead as he gave an exhausted smile. His pale cheeks rose from the cold, frosty blue eyes glittering as he jingled his bell. Hesitant due to the fact it was beginning to give him a bit of a head-ache, however he had to get attention if he wanted to get the money for the church's boys and girls to receive gifts this year. He stood there, a sigh escaping his lush - moist lips. Applying chap-stick casually, his breath able to be seen as it escaped his hot mouth. A few giggling middle school girls pointing at the handsome boy before walking on home, leaving him to just smile with a half smile and mixed feeling of a laugh escaping his lips before he'd stuff his hands and chap stick in his pockets. To say the least, he wasn't your average Santa boy. His black jeans snug and fitted about his bubbly behind as it stood from his lower back quite roundly. Plump and tight, his entire body rather well toned to say the least. His red jacket zipped up, a dark blazing red with white fleece on the inside and trimming the outer edge of his hood that hung loosely about his head. Shaking the bell now and again, whistling along with one of the Christmas tunes playing from one of the stores nearby. He'd casually adjust his ear-muffs. The white fleece covering his ears while on the outside were small deer ears and dainty brown fabric antlers with singly little golden bells hanging from them. While they were small and honestly a gift that he'd probably not wear again they helped keep him warm. His hands remained stuffed in his jacket pockets as much as they could. A darker red scarf wrapped about his neck with a beige snowflake pattern. His pale face snuggling deep into its warmth offering a tired" Hamm..." shaking the bell with a' ding-ding-dingy-ding-ding' towards a donation box that appeared to be a marching band drum on the outside but made entirely of wood. Something the church had been reusing for ages it felt. Evan's eyes would drift up, bored with waiting and wanting to go inside. However - this year brought even less than what had been expected - and what had been expected wasn't even enough. Why couldn't someone just dump a large or decent sum of cash in his drum? Sean stood behind the bar, serving drinks on the cold winter day. Business was steady, most of the regulars were there. They chatted with the man every so often, talking to him about the weather, life, something that they had on TV, or something that was making their life hard. The life of a bartender was an interesting one, you got people from all walks of life, and you got to hear all sorts of stories. It was kind of like being a therapist, but instead of prescribing medication and an ear for listening he gave out drinks, stiff ones that he took pride in. He heard it all, many of them didn't know he was gay, and they would talk about stuff related to gays; how they hated them, how they didn't mind them, or loved them. Either way, for the sake of his job he wasn't allowed to say anything that angered the customer. He looked to the time, it was almost the end of his shift. The man currently wore jeans, a dark shirt, and shoes. The shirt just barely showed off his muscles. It was modest enough to not anger the men who got insecure around people who were more fit, but it was also enough to have some of the ladies drooling. Ultimately it came to money, they would cough up more money to stick around him to drool on him and flirt with him in hopes of something that would never happen. He began wrapping up with whatever conversations he had going with people, refilling their drinks, and giving them their checks to pay. After a good ten minutes the next bartender took over and Sean was free to go. He went to the back room, grabbing his coat he put it on, along with his scarf, which he pulled up over his mouth, and a pair of gloves. He made his way out the exit, he wasn't quite ready to go home yet, there was nothing to do there except sleep and that was no fun. Furthermore, he began walking down the streets, past some shops, he looked in the windows at all the decorations, it was nearing Christmas, and it seemed like everyone was in the mood. Sean knew that Santa wasn't real, but all he wanted for Christmas was a man who he could love, and make love to. He was lonely despite his exciting life as a bartender, he just wanted someone to share stories with. He heard a bell ringing, probably someone collecting money. Furthermore, he smiled as he saw the cutest boy ringing the bell. Furthermore, he was shocked at this change of events because usually it was some old person. Feeling generous, and wanting to get the boy's attention he pulled out his wallet and put forty dollars in it. He had no idea how old this kid was, he just hoped he was legal and gay. He looked to the boy once he put the money in what looked to be a drum." Beautiful night, huh?" He asked, casually trying to make conversation. He was beginning to wonder just what he had donated to, and he was trying to find a reason to make the boy talk more." So... What are you collecting money for anyway?" He was praying that this boy had as much interest in him as Sean did in the boy. Though, he had just met him he could see himself stripping this boy down and fucking him. That was probably just the lack of sex in his life talking though. To say the least, Evan was freezing. His black gloved fingers wrapped about the wooden handle of a golden jingling bell that was beginning to get on his last nerve. The occasional person passing by from their stores just tossing in the loose change they hadn't wanted into the drum. The blonde offering a seemingly sweet smile to each who had done it, while it helped he was secretly asking himself why they couldn't give just a bit more so that he could go home already! He'd pause, sighing for a brief moment, adjusting his hood. The fleece trimmed hood hanging just behind his fake antler ear muffs. The brown ears on the sides of his ear-muffs, their small white speckled dots and his jingling antlers chiming with each shiver that crawled up his spine now and again. He'd slip a candy cane he had gotten as a gift from one of the donators through its packaging and begin suckling upon it, needing something to distract him. His snow boots lightly kicking at the snow, teeth trying to remain still from chattering. The blonde looked up to the night sky. A soft" God, why do you do this to me.? "He'd question. Sucking a bit harder chiming his bell not even realizing that he had attracted the attention of a handsome bearded bartender. His blue hues locked upon Sean's briefly, pouty lips tugging upon the candy. Sticky from his hot, moist mouth suckling upon its sweet cane. He'd pause now only sucking on the tip, his finger through the cane as he watched the other dump to say the least - the largest donation they'd received all day. It took him a brief moment to analyze the question or even realize he had been asked, his Bambi-eyed stare large and naive as he'd offer a kind but - unsure smile towards the older man. " I suppose it is, just not very comforting without someone to spend it with. "He'd add, a slight short-lived laugh offered before realizing how needy that sounded though he hadn't tried to reference it to himself in the least. Once the other questioned what he had donated to, Evan's eyebrows lifted before aiming up to the night sky watching the snow fall. Tracing the candy cane about his lips briefly. Flipping his bangs, his antlers jingling for a moment. He'd shrug" Well, it depends on if we get enough. Most of it will be going into Christmas dinner for some of the families who can't afford their own. The homeless and those just not able to fund it themselves. The rest will depend on the amount we get. If we can't get enough gifts for all the kids who show up, I don't know what will happen to the rest of the money. "He'd add in honestly. Evan allowed his eyes to linger over the other, up and down a brief moment. Something was a little different about this conversation, it wasn't like the little mini talks he had with the little old women tossing quarters and dimes in. A seemingly genuine interest was in it that -- was a little more than just the charity if that made sense. Evan tilted his head to the side offering a smile, tossing the thought out the window. The fact the other was concerned wasn't odd, it didn't mean anything outside what he was saying. The blonde would shrug slightly offering an exhausted sigh, looking at his breath with a dreamy stare before looking the other over. A slight grin on his face." You've made our biggest donation, I appreciate it. We're supposed to raise around $500. Hopefully the guy at the mall and the other at the grocery store had more luck than I had here. Outside of you it's just loose change and single dollar bills. "He'd admit, shaking the drum lightly to let the other hear all the change. He could totally relate to the cute little reindeer looking boy, it wasn't very comforting without someone to spent it with. Sean wondered if the man was hinting at something, he found himself staring at the boy though. The candy cane he sucked on was what enticed him, but again, that was the sexual part of him that was thinking at the moment. He listened as the boy explained where the donations were going to." Is this the last night or something?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. If it was the last night Sean would likely try to donate more, he didn't like the thought of little kids going without presents on Christmas. He had the funds to be able to donate a bit more and still be living comfortably, the best part of being a good-looking bartender was the tips. You always got perfect tips it seemed, even from some of the men, especially if you seemed nice and down to Earth... Which, for the most part Sean was. He was genuinely interested in what the boy had to say, for whatever reason. Maybe it was because the boy seemed lonely, or because he wanted the boy in some form. He hoped he found his Christmas miracle, someone he could eventually take home. He moved,"This seat taken?" He asked before sitting down." I got nowhere to be, how about I stick around. Maybe we can talk a bit more, make this night a bit more comforting for the both of us." It was better than going home, plus, it gave Sean the chance to see if the boy was legal. Even if he ended up not being legal, he would stick around and talk to him, he hated to seem rude and only out for sex... Even though part of him only was out for sex, or at least someone to cuddle with." Name's Sean, by the way." He said, figuring if he was going to be sitting with the man for a while they might as well share their names. He momentarily wondered if the boy was cold, but he dismissed the though. There was nothing he could really do, of course he could pull the boy close and snuggle with him, but they didn't know each other and that would be awkward. Since he was only wearing a t-shirt underneath his coat he wasn't about to give it up, he would freeze if he did. Evan seemed to keep looking back up at the sky, not really able to make full on eye contact with another guy without shying away. Most men outside of those in the church tended to be a little distant from him or a bit mean or rude. Even those, he couldn't look directly in the eye. He was never comfortable talking with men, always finding himself embarrassed in front of the good-looking ones. A bit of a pink tone building up on his rosy cheeks as he heard the other speak again, he'd shake his head." We have one more night, even though there is a bit of time before Christmas --- we have to have all those gifts purchased and make sure they are of the same worth or value if not the same over all. Which means quantity of the same product can be troubling, along with the fact it all has to be wrapped. "He'd explain. Flipping his bangs once more, a gentle sway in his torso. A bit tired of standing, he began to sit on the bench. Not expecting the other to ask if the seat was taken beside him, he shook his head. Tender lips curving in a smile as he nestled into his own jacket and scarf. Snuggling himself tight, he'd tilt his head over to the side. An exhausted sigh once more offered, round blue eyes lingering over to the other as he mentioned comforting the both of them. A single brow lifting before he'd shrug." Nowhere to be? I'm sure you'd rather be home alone than in this weather talking to me.... I really appreciate it though. "He'd admit, tilting his head back briefly. The hood of his jacket falling back exposing more of the ears on his ear-muffs and that blonde hair. He'd run his black gloved fingers through his tossed locks in a lazy fashion. Fixing his bangs as they swept across his forehead in the light winter breeze. It had clicked in his head that he hadn't introduced himself once the other gave his name. Shuffling through his backpack before glancing up at the other. His own thick lashes fluttering in a naive Bambi-like stare. As if to be a deer in front of headlights. A small pause between the two, around ten seconds or so. Now that he was a bit closer to the other, he couldn't help but follow the handsome man's lips before offering a nervous short-lived chuckle stroking the back of his own head shyly." I'm Evan, sorry I'm a bit spacey. "He'd explain, looking away before crossing his legs at his ankles. The church going, pure boy soon went back to shuffling through his backpack. Pulling out his cell phone soon after, checking it before sliding a tin full of cookies from his bag. Popping open the tin and gesturing for the other to take one if he'd like." No girlfriend to pull you around shopping, Sean? "He'd question noticing how charming the other seemed to be. That naive, almost angelic expression lingered about his face as he questioned him. Evan would glance up to the sky briefly. Returning to his candy and setting the cookie tin between them both. Zipping his bag up slowly, setting it in between his feet on the ground. Tossing his head back with a jingle he'd allow his lips to pout just barely. The soft glow of his pale, ivory flesh - the white snow reflecting on his skin. He'd shut his eyes momentarily. A smile, sigh in awe coming as he felt the warmth of his jacket build up more as the snow calmed down just a bit. The wind nearly stopped." Hopefully someone else passes by. I'd do anything to get the rest of this money and into a warm bed. "He'd admit, possibly exaggerating, but seeming sure of that statement. Sean watched the boy closely, noticing he didn't really seem to make eye contact much. He did, however, play with his hair a lot. That was the pain in having long hair, more specifically long bangs." Which is understandable, I do hope you guys get the money you need. It would be a shame for those kids and families to go without." He frowned, his mind never really thought about those who were less fortunate, he thought everyone got presents. At least as a kid he did, as an adult he didn't have anyone to buy presents for so he didn't really think about it much. His family once in a great while would get together, but everyone was usually off doing their own things in different places. Made it hard to get people together. Sean shook his head as the boy asked if he had somewhere to be." House is pretty lonely, it's just me. I just got out of work and don't feel like going home. Plus, you have kept me interested so far so I find that there is no reason to leave... Unless, of course, you want me to." He had never really thought about the other, he did say he appreciated Sean stopping and talking to him, but he might just be trying to be polite. Maybe he wanted to be left alone. He would likely tell Sean if he wanted to be left alone though, in some form or another." Nice to meet you, Evan." He smiled, he didn't really comment on the spacey statement, usually he'd just deny and say no to be nice, but he didn't know Evan so he couldn't really say. He wondered if this boy was a virgin, or even gay. So far things to be pointing towards gay, no straight man happily wore the things Evan did. Not to say Evan was happy wearing them, but he didn't seem mad about it either. Plus, Evan not being able to make eye contact seemed like a big pointer that maybe he thought Sean was good-looking. That might just be the narcissism in Sean though, to think that. He laughed when the Pinkish man asked if he had a girlfriend to pull him around shopping." No, no boyfriend." He said, trying to subtly correct him." I am still working on that bit." He was putting a big hint out there, that he was gay and looking. He hoped Evan would bite at the chance and maybe this night could go a bit better for the both of them. Furthermore, he took a cookie from Evan and munched on it." Very good, thank you, did you make these?" He hoped the boy did, he loved a man who could cook. Though, he still didn't know if he was legal, but his mind was leaning towards yes. That just might be hopeful wishing though." A warm bed is nice, but it's always warmer with someone else. Plus, I am sure someone will pass by. Shoppers are still out and about, they are bound to at least give you a bit more." He was trying to keep the boy hopeful, it seemed that he was losing hope in sitting out here. He had no idea how long Evan had been out here, but even Sean was starting to get a bit cold, he didn't let onto it though. Furthermore, he began to think of things they could talk about, he hated to think that their conversation might come to an end soon, but Evan had been doing a lot of the talking fine on his own so far. So, he wasn't as worried as he'd usually be." Tell me about yourself." He finally said, hoping it wasn't too awkward or weird for a stranger to be asking for information from another stranger. He hoped that this way he would get the boy's age and finally know if he was legal, if he was Sean would likely try to come on a bit stronger. Maybe the boy would admit his sexuality through the question too, that would be a plus. Conversation had gone quite smoothly, his brows lifting as he listened to the other. A smile spread across those pouty lips every now and again. He hadn't gotten the chance to talk with people so often, being quite sheltered as he was. He somewhat felt special, having someone stop out of their daily life just to keep him company he'd cuddle into his jacket and scarf s he let the other talk for once. Only to shake his head once the other asked if the blonde actually wanted him to leave. Evan was enjoying this conversation more than he had enjoyed the rest of the entire day. It was rare that he had a conversation like this without one of his parents or a pastor over his shoulder watching everything he did. Once the other replied to his girlfriend comment, correcting it to boyfriend - the pale blonde haired Christian boy bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to ask questions and almost quote from the bible due to his father cramming things into his head. However - Evan had a mind of his own to some extent. He'd allow the pale hues to linger over the other before smiling upon the next question. " I did, I burned the first batch a little. Luckily I knew someone who liked them that way and made the second turn out alright. "He'd state with an embarrassed smile. Feeling a bit nervous near the other, having never been near a gay man knowingly. Evan wasn't quite sure of his own sexuality, not that he questioned it he just had not been really --- turned on by someone before. It felt odd to say, but he had never had really a crush on anyone. Only known when a person of either gender is good-looking. Evan stared down briefly, a bit spaced out as the other continued to speak only catching the gist of it he'd allow his eyes to linger up to all the shoppers walking about. His mind still on the other's comment on a bed being warmer with someone else, he was naive. Still wondering if the other was coming onto him, before adding in the bit about shoppers still passing. He'd turn his head to the other, shrugging as the other asked him about himself." I don't really know what to say. --- I turned eighteen in September. I like baking, doing charity work sometimes. Crafting things is always fun. I'm finishing my senior year at the local high school... my dad is a pastor at the church a couple blocks away from here. "He'd ramble on in a slight unsure voice if any of that was really stuff the other would need or want to know. Most of it was able to be seen or already had been talked about. Evan cocked his head to the side, making eye contact for once." How about you? Let's make a trade - I've told you about me. Most of it boring but, I'm sure you're more interesting. "He'd admit. The truth was Evan didn't have many friends, very few times did he see them outside of school and the rest were all at church - which limited conversation topics quite often. Though, Evan wasn't sure if he should ask the final question that had been in his mind lingering in the background. His father still in his head somewhat, the blonde was curious about how the other knew he was gay or found out. He quite enjoyed the fact that Evan had made the cookies. He took another once he was done the first. Sean loved homemade food, it always seemed to be the best. He had tried making things before from scratch or box, but it was never a good as when someone else made it. Maybe it was some kind of trick your mind played on you. Sean wasn't quite sure, but he'd definite buy these cookies or hire Evan to make him some anytime, maybe he could make other good food, that was quite the exciting thought. Hiring a little servant boy to make you food, maybe to fuck every so often. As entertaining as the thought was Sean could never afford the lifestyle, and he would hate to make another person his servant, that just wasn't who he was. He listened to the boy as he spoke about himself. He was legal, a bit younger than Sean would have liked, but legal none-the-less. Now, just to see if he was gay. So far, following stereotypes it seemed that he was fitting the profile quite well, the perfect wife. He found it cute. Though, he questioned if he really was gay. Hearing he was the son of a pastor didn't really seem like a good thing. Generally, pastor's sons weren't gay because of obvious reason. He kept an open mind though, people can surprise." There isn't much interesting about me, but I guess a trade is only fair." He said, calmly, as he took another bite of his cookie. He looked into the boy's eyes and then looked away down at the cookie in his hands. Once he was finished chewing his bite he looked at Evan again." Well, I am twenty-three. I work as a bartender, I love my job. I get to talk to people all day, well... Rather, they talk to me all day. I usually just listen to them ramble about their lives. Other than that I just like to hang out with friends and have a good time. Honestly, I am not that good at talking about myself. Though that is the gist of me, more boring than you are." He laughed and looked down at his hands, shaking his head. He felt like he was losing this battle, he wanted to impress the boy, make a good impression on him in hopes that he could at least spend one night with him, but so far he painted himself as a boring old guy. Furthermore, he hoped that Evan didn't think he was too old and not want to talk to him anymore. Furthermore, he watched a few people stop and throw pocket change into the drum on their way by. Evan smiled as the other contributed into his trade. Biting off the head of one of the gingerbread men from the tin. Allowing the other continue, he had wondered if he should have kept his mouth shut about his father. Most felt uncomfortable with his presence after that, or so it seemed. The blonde haired teen only hoped that this time it perhaps might be different and that the other wouldn't feel the need to soften his daily life or what he did - rethink things so not to offend him because of whom he was. The blue-eyed boy gave a short-lived laugh after the other had finished speaking" You're a bartender, that must be why I like talking to you. "He'd tease only to hear the other stating he was more boring. It wasn't a competition, but Evan was glad someone thought they had a less interesting life than he did. Someone had to believe that if he himself couldn't." You're keeping me interested if that helps? "He'd add in, making the other sure that he wasn't bored in the least. His head tilted to the side, light breeze jingling his reindeer antlered earmuffs. Pulling the back of his hood to just cover the back of his head, he'd shrug." So.... you like... guys? "He'd state unsure of what else to say. A naive, curious stare but embarrassed by his own question as he knew it possibly either sounded judgmental or just an odd question. Evan's lush pink lips rubbed along one another after applying a bit of chapstick once more. Having to do so every now and again due to the weather and his naturally plump, full mouth. He'd allow a bit of silence offering a bit of time for the other to reply." I hope that wasn't a stupid question, I'm just curious as to how you found out. " He'd add showing that he wasn't judging - not fully or even purposely. His father's nonsense still going on in his head, though he'd ignore it. Surely this guy wasn't bad, he made the largest donation that Evan had seen in two years of waiting out in winter for charity. He was happy that he was keeping Evan interested, and he believed that he was. They both seemed to be holding a pretty good conversation so he wasn't really worried. He watched the reindeer boy, begin to speak again." That I do." He smiled, he was about to ask him if he was, but he figured that it was a bit out of line to do that to a poor boy. He began eating the cookie again, finishing it. This time he didn't take another though, he figured he'd save it for the boy since it seemed like he would be out here a bit longer and would likely need something to snack on. That was after all why he had brought them, yes?" It's not a stupid question... As to how I found out... Well, I guess you could say experience. I mean, part of me always knew, but you can never be sure. When I was around your age, probably a bit younger. Which was actually not that many years ago. I had an experience with a man, it was the best I had ever had. Needless to say, he became my boyfriend, and we were together for a long time." He said, looking down at his hands now." But... We obviously aren't now. I am stuck looking for another one and trying to move past him. It seems to be working so far." He looked up at the boy then, with a raised eyebrow." Why, are you questioning your sexuality?" How cute it was, seeing a boy struggle like he did so many years ago. He was ready to take this boy's virginity, knowing if he played his cards right that was where it would lead him to. He thought about how amazing it must be to deflower a boy, just as he was once deflowered. Of course, he'd take it slow at first, bring the boy into the sex universe the right way. They'd likely go back to his place though, he had plenty of condoms and lube to do the trick, help it not hurt as much. Clearing his throat Sean moved a bit, feeling his erection grow at the thought of getting this boy in bed. He was happy his coat covered it though. He looked back to Evan to hear what he had to say about the matter. Evan's gloved fingers laced between one another. Staring forward rather than at the other for a brief moment. His knees somewhat together or pointed at one another. Smiling before looking down as the other gave his answer. It was a little awkward for the blonde at first, the answer so clear and proud. One could say Evan was jealous that the other at least knew of his sexuality. The blonde haired church-boy wasn't so sure of himself, he hadn't really thought of himself as attracted to anyone. He also hadn't seen anyone outside himself naked however, having limited time on the family computer and constantly having someone behind him watching what he did. Even when the options of porn came, he turned them down. The' God is always watching' statement constantly in his head. He'd rub his lips against one another, allowing the other to continue to speak. Evan would stare up, an innocent smile played across his lips nervously. Specifically due to the fact the other questioned him about his own sexuality. The fact that the other found out around his age or younger, it kind of felt like it meant it was time to find out. He'd tilt both brows in a bit of a submissive expression, unsure of himself and what to say. He'd allow a nervous laugh to extend for a good two seconds, the other had caught him. Evan sucked his lips in momentarily, a blush across his cheeks. The boy's head turned somewhat but, eyes locked with Sean's." I'm not quite sure honestly. I've never really had a crush on anyone. Furthermore, I can always tell when someone is good-looking, and I'm not good at talking to men or women. Furthermore, I talk to and relate to women a little more though. In interests that is... my personality doesn't always click with people. "He'd admit, eyes lingering up to the sky briefly. Lips pouting back out, never seeming to keep his dodgy eyes in one spot for too long. They'd immediately fall to the frosted concrete sidewalks. Evan was tense, shy and timid near new people. It showed in his body language. The blonde's obviously toned body's posture was shy. Although he was so close to the other in seating, he kept his arms wrapped about his own body, in his pockets or in his lap in a not so comfortable pose. He simply didn't know what to do with himself around good-looking people or people in general. Specifically this one, he had questioned himself numerous times before and wondered if he was gay. He had dated a girl once, for a very short time. They never did much, maybe kissed once or twice, but it did nothing for him. At least it wasn't a no that he was straight. The poor little boy didn't know who he liked." Perhaps I could be of service to you... You know, help you find out if you are gay. It can be our little secret." He whispered in the boy's ear. He didn't feel like letting the whole world know that he was coming on to a good church going boy. Furthermore, he moved back a bit to gauge Evan's reaction, he hoped he hadn't been too up front with him and scared him off." I won't do anything you don't want... I was in your position once." Sean looked to the sky to see the snow falling, Evan kept looking up at the sky, and he was beginning to wonder why. Was he looking for God? Praying that he would make it out of this alive or something? He hoped he hadn't scared the boy too much so far, but knowing him he likely said the wrong thing at the wrong time. He looked back down at Evan, checking the boy out. Furthermore, he could tell the body's body was small, but toned. Furthermore, he liked that, someone to dominate. Furthermore, he was willing to do anything to be this boy's first. Furthermore, he didn't understand why... Maybe it was because he wanted to know what it was like, taking someone for the first time, going slow... This sort of things." Please, if you don't want to just tell me. I am not trying to scare you, I just want to help." He said, biting his lip slightly. He didn't want the religious boy to be afraid of him... Or worst afraid of gays, and maybe even himself. There was still a chance he might be a little bit straight, but it wasn't looking good as far as stereotypes were concerned, and they usually proved to be right. Evan's fingers laced together briefly over his knees as he leaned forward, staring over the drum and its insides trying to estimate about how much was there. Not quite $100, maybe $80-$90. However, this was quite good given others were also receiving money elsewhere and there were a few more ideas. Why had he been checking? Well in all truth, he was shying away briefly. Admittedly a bit embarrassed by the other's hot breathy whispers into his ear. The constant glancing up to the sky, only a habit of shyness and trying to focus on something else that wouldn't make him so uneasy. Though, this uneasiness with Sean seemed to feel kind of nice. He'd allow a warm smile to spread across his closed lips looking down occasionally thinking over the offer." I'm... flattered, I guess that means you find. Me attractive? "He'd question before slowly rising up tossing part of his scarf over his back putting his hands in his pockets he'd look down at the other with blue hues, glittering with colors from the Christmas lights on a nearby store reflecting in them and on his pale flesh. Evan adjusted the hood on his red jacket, the off-white fleece inside exposed about the edges and the inside as he began to pick the drum up. Evan would tap the other's leg with his boot lightly, seeming to be up for it. An unsure, but happy to try expression over his face. He wasn't sure how far the other would want to go, he'd heard of some odd fetishes before. Regardless, it was worth a shot. Since he couldn't particularly wait for marriage and that biblical rule probably wasn't even followed by his parents he shrugged with a sigh. The smile still on his face, cheeks blushing as he'd tilt his head over to the other side." So, are you taking me home with you or... somewhere else? "He'd question, answering the other's question with a question. It was quite obvious that they couldn't go to Evan's home. That much was certain and set in stone. The blonde tapping his fingers along the bottom of the drum, waiting on a response. If he had to try with someone, it might as well be someone nice who didn't know anyone he knew right? So that if anything were to happen, well... in all truth that was just a bonus. Evan was sure that the other would be quite good in bed. He seemed to be the type girls fawned over and would gossip about if ... he is straight that was. He watched as Evan seemed to be looking at the money in his drum, was he seriously considering Sean's offer or was he trying to find a way to decline? Furthermore, he hoped the first. Sean nodded,"yes, I think you are very attractive." He admitted, with a slight blush to his cheeks. He watched as Evan rose. Was he leaving? Or was he going to go with Sean. Oh, he wished he was just outright told. He looked into the other's eyes, searching for the answer. Sean stood when the other tapped his leg with his boot. He smiled at the young man, he was going to make sure not to weird the boy out too much, just stick to vanilla to get him use to it all and give him the answer he was looking forward too." Yeah, my place." He said, smiling. He motioned for the boy to follow him, they walked toward Sean's car." I will bring you home or wherever when we are done." He figured if the boy had no car and was going to walk home he would give him a ride and Evan could just tell his parents that he took a ride because it was cold and the person who drove him didn't want him to freeze. Maybe explain about how nice Sean had been, talking to him, and donating so much. Unlocking his car he got into the driver's seat." You can just put your stuff in the back." Sean had a Jeep Rubicon, which was great for the snow. Plus, he loved going out on back roads and driving around. He might consider doing that if the boy wasn't a virgin, but they needed a place where they could take everything slow. Where they could both be in control easily. A bed seemed like the best place for that to happen. Plus, he had no protection or anything on hand in the Jeep, and they would need more than just spit for this virgin boy's tight asshole. Sean had the music on low, at a local station that played the top hits. He zoned out to it as he waited for the boy to get in so they could drive away. Evan ran his black gloved fingers through his light, blonde hair. The silky tossed bangs falling back across his forehead a little more side-swept to the right as he heard the other admit that he found him attractive. That, was rarely if ever heard. It felt good to be kind of wanted by someone and to hear someone say it. To go home with another man knowing exactly what he was doing, it was kind of taboo and making him feel good to step outside the lines a bit. Holding the drum close to his body, letting it rest on his firm midsection. He'd nod, once the other stated they'd indeed be going to his place. Following the gesture once the other got up walking behind him to his car. " Sounds good to me. " He'd reply, the other genuinely seemed like he wasn't trying anything and even if he was Evan was falling for it. Something about Sean just seemed to charm the blonde. He believed everything he others said so far. Putting the drum full of money in the back of his jeep and letting his backpack hang off his shoulder just in case he might need anything. Once that had been put away, he'd go to the passenger's side and take a seat. Letting his backpack rest between his feet, shutting the door and putting on his seat belt. Adjusting that red jacket, his jingling antler ear muffs chiming now and again. The antlers being so small they had barely bent to fit in. Once in the warmer vehicle he'd pull them off briefly. Sitting there, applying a bit of peppermint chapstick once again. Stroking the chilling tingling moistness abut his pouty lips before putting the tube back in his topic. He'd give the other a smile, watching him drive the blonde began to ease back into his seat a bit more." So, is this what you do? Pick up boys doing charity work and charm your way into their pants? "He'd tease. A playfulness in his tone as he stared out the window humming along with each song that played. It was at this point, Evan began considering as his mind wandered. Considering the fact no one had ever seen him naked outside his mother from the day he was born and when he was a very small child. He was hoping he wouldn't disappoint the other. Rubbing his lips together still as the shy thought crossed his mind. He wasn't sure what the appropriate size was for a guy down below either to be truthful. Would it matter? Wasn't one the woman during sex? Would that be him? Thoughts pouring into the little bible-loving church boy slowly as he slipped the candy cane that had been in his hand from earlier into his mouth. Sucking upon it and when pausing only running the candy over his lower lip, wondering about a few things he'd glance down and back over to the other. Sean... definitely wasn't going to be on the bottom and Evan wasn't so sure he wanted him to anyway. He seemed like he'd know what he was doing and would lead well anyway. Blue hues scanning the other up and down. Admiring his hands and arms up to his face. It made his cheeks grow warm. He was happy to see the boy take off part of his costume because the ear muffs looked quite silly, but they were practical because it was near Christmas, and it was cold outside. He didn't judge it too much, he backed out of his space, hearing what the other had to say." Yes, that is exactly what I do." He said, laughing." But in all honesty, this is my first time picking up someone." He wasn't one to go out to bars and have one-night stands. He usually tried to get to know the people more before he jumped their bones and fuck them. But still, this night was going to be full of firsts for the both of them." I guess this will be a few firsts for us tonight, eh?" He drove home, it wasn't that far, but it was a few minute drives. Actually like ten, but when they finally there he parked his car." Welcome to my home." He laughed, there were no lights on except for the outside light, but that was understandable. There was no one there, so there was no point in having lights on." You can leave whatever you want in here." He gave the boy a smile and went toward his front door. He unlocked it and went inside, leaving the front door open, so Evan could come in. Furthermore, he removed his shoes and set them neatly by the door. Furthermore, he hung his coat and scarf up, on a coat rack, putting his gloves in the pocket." You can just put your boots with my shoes and your jacket on the coat rack." He told Evan calmly, it was kind of like an OCD thing. He needed to keep things neat in his house. The only time things where not near and orderly was when he was sick, which he did the best he could at that point, and when he was having sex with someone. There is no time to worry about where stuff goes in the heat of sex. Evan slowly looked to the other as he laughed, telling him that this was actually the first time he had picked someone up like this. It was somewhat easing to the blonde's mind knowing there was little possibility of getting into any drama that could come out of this. Evan eased into his seat, shimmying his shoulders comfortably along the back of the seat. Nodding to the statement about this being a night full of firsts. The Christian church boy sucked hard on his candy cane. Finishing the hook off until it was entirely gone. It hadn't taken them long to get to his home, unsure of where they were fully going and not knowing where he lived he was a bit caught off guard expecting a slightly longer ride once the other parked. Evan brought everything but the charity money he'd leave in the back. Following the other to the front door, his backpack hanging over a single shoulder once again. Following directly behind him and watching him remove his shoes. Making sure his shoes were clean of snow before removing the. Taking the time to untie them and pull them from his feet and setting them next to Sean's like requested. Looking about his home, pulling the black material from his fingers and stuffing them into a ball together in his jacket pocket. His blue eyes lingering about his neat home, noticing how clean everything was before tugging the zipper of his jacket down. Peeling the jacket from his form, A slightly more toned than expected form beneath the jacket a step above a twink or so. A tight white and beige striped v-neck that lightly clung to his body. The fabric a little thin, the v exposing his collar bone and the uppermost half of his chest. His scarf winding off his neck. The long red fabric with reindeer and snowflakes tossed up with his jacket on the coat rack. He'd dust what little snow was on his tight, black pants. The tight corduroy fabric, soft - smooth and comfortable keeping the smooth legs they clung to nice and warm. A white rubber bracelet around his wrist along with a silver chain link bracelet with a cross hanging from it among other little trinkets. He'd toss his antler earmuffs onto a nearby table and allow his black sock covered feet to carry him about the house following slowly after the other. Like a needy, curious puppy he'd linger a few steps behind the other. Fingers running through his hair, fixing his thick bangs as they swooped across his forehead framing his face. Evan shrugged somewhat, unsure of how fast or slow the other wanted to go. Sucking on his own lower lip, allowing it to pop out in its pouty nature as he began to think of what to say and whether he should ask the other so soon about the reason they'd driven there in the first place. Obviously a bit shy and nervous he'd tuck his thumbs in the pockets of his pants. A slow, quirky but cute step now and again with a youthful - innocent spin getting in front of the other he'd shrug." You have a nice home... "he'd compliment, unsure of what else to say. He'd look down nervously before immediately making eye contact. That timid curve of his lips offered again. Oh, how he hopelessly wished the other would just tell him what to do or that some fairy god mother would just tell him how to flirt rather than looking like a goof. Sean subtly checked Evan out as he took off his jacket, he was a lot more fit than he expected him to be... No matter, it was still pretty sexy. He wasn't really sure how to do this, but he figured first give the boy a little tour, you never know... Maybe he would end up staying longer than planned. He was still living with his parents though and him being a religious boy he probably wouldn't be staying the night. Unless it started storming terrible outside. Which was still an option, though he wasn't holding out for it." Thanks"Sean said with a smile as he sat down on his bed, having entered his bedroom. He took both of the boy's hands and pulled him close so he was standing between Sean's legs." Are you sure you want to do this? If not I can just bring you home..." He was just trying to make sure he still wanted this. He didn't want to get caught for rape or anything. His eyes slowly traveled over Evan's body, checking him out again. He bit his lip as his eyes were glued to Evan's crotch. The look of his manhood in the pants he wore was amazing. He began to get horny. He began to feel an erection growing in his pants. Furthermore, he was thinking about all the dirty things that he could do to Evan. After a minute he snapped out of it and looked back into Evan's eyes, figuring that was the best place for his eyes to be right now. He still held Evan's hands in his, he squeezed them lightly and gave the boy a small smile." I will go easy... I promise." He said, reassuring the boy. Evan gave slow, charming steps as he was unsure of what room was what and where he was being somewhat led to. He had heard of people doing it in numerous places. However, one place was classic and versatile, the bedroom. Upon seeing it he'd smile as he heard the other's, thanks. Watching him sit upon the bed. The sweet Christian lingered forward, slow and shy steps offered. Blushing as his hands were taken, and he was pulled close. Listening to the other question if he wanted to go through with it. He'd nod before looking away." If I don't find out now, I could end up getting married and not liking it or dating someone like me and hurting them because of my own stupidity. "He'd state with a timid smile down at the other. His brows showing that he had thought about this a bit. Evan watched the other's eyes linger over him before looking back at him. The blonde leaned in forward a bit more feeling the squeeze on his hands after hearing the other would go easy. That seemingly sweet expression coming back. " If it helps me find out, you can be as rough as you like. "He'd state with a slight chuckle soon after. Resting his knees as he crawled on top of the other at either side of his mid-section. Kneeling on the bed with the older man, lifting his shirt stripping it slowly from his form slinking it away from the lean - tight muscles. Chiseled boyish abs tight. His black skinny jeans hanging off his hips exposing a bit of his V-line though he wouldn't remove them quite yet. He'd instead place both hands on the other's chest. Rubbing it soothingly up to his collar bone before a single digit would roam over Sean's lower lip." I can kiss you too, right? "He'd question down at the other. A tilt of his head offered, Evan's pants lightly sagging down to the lower half of his ass squeezing the full bubbly behind. A tight jock-strap indenting a bit into the flesh it strung up upon. The white straps strung up his pale fleshy cheeks the pants just below the mounds of his ass. The boy's abs clenching just slightly as he took in a deep breath and allowed it to escape his lush lips. Leaning down and lifting the other's shirt stroking his mid-section and even up under his shirt along his chest once again. Leaning in and kissing the other along his collar bone. His minty fresh lips carrying the scent along the other's flesh as that plump lower lip dragged sensually along it. Taking in the other's scent he'd bite his lower lip. Face still close to the bartender's chest he'd look up at the other releasing his own lip with a pop." ... Tell me. Where we start.? "He'd say in a heated whisper along the other's lips. Stroking both hands up the other's chest and mid-section. The boy made a good argument, finding out now would be best for his future self andhishappiness. He smiled up at the boy, watching him as he stood there." It's no fun to go rough... Well, at least for you. I want you to know what sex is really like, not just lust and getting the job done fast... If that makes sense." He said, not really sure how to say what he meant. He smirked as the boy seemed to be taking charge, crawling on top of Sean. Furthermore, he bit his lip as he saw the other's chest, he definitely took good care of himself, and it was going to pay off for him in the long-run, if he kept up with it. Sean nodded when Evan asked if they could kiss." Of course, that's part of it." He said with a charming smile. He was happy he was able to pick up the boy and get him this far, he just hoped the other wouldn't chicken out when all the clothes came off. Sean's hands came up and rested on Evan's ass, thumbs playing with the strap of the other's jock-strap." Jock-strap, eh? I wouldn't of pinned you as a jock-strap guy." He giggled and snapped the band of it hearing the satisfying sound of it slapping the other's skin. Loving the feel of the minty kisses the other left on him, he giggled slightly. He wondered how that would feel on his cock. He lifted the shirt over his head, so the boy could see him completely." Let's start with pleasuring me..." He said, with a smirk. He moved the boy off of him, standing up he removed his pants, but he left his boxers on. Furthermore, he figured he would let Evan do the work of taking them off. Sitting back down on the bed Sean looked to Evan." Come here and pleasure me, make me want you." He wasn't going to direct Evan in what he should do, he wanted to see what the boy could do on his own without assistance. Evan's cheeks still holding that pale blush across them, the tender embarrassed rose shade only bringing out more as he let the other speak. That manly voice questioning him as well as the boy's body resting on the warm - firm body of another man. That enough was something to the blonde haired boy. Stroking both hands up and down the other's chest as he felt that large hand come up and red on his ass. Both hands, strong and bold to be on the Christian boy's behind, or so Evan would think. Most would be taken back and nervous of touching him like this. That bare behind hanging out the top of his dark ebony pants as they clung to his thigh and exposed the bulging length in the front of the cyan fabric. Smiling as the man's thumb snapped the band allowing the tight strap to smack back on his ass so tight and snug. Smiling as the older man mentioned him not thinking that Evan would be the jockstrap sort of boy." I've got a... mixed assortment of underwear. I just. Decided to wear these today I guess. I used to play soccer in my sophomore year, but I quit. "He'd admit. On top of that his father pressured him to go into other sports but, he simply wasn't good or even masculine enough to get the job done. He was too shy and afraid of getting hurt and possibly just a little too small compared to the other boys. Placing kisses on the other's collar bone and chest, he'd smile watching the other lift his shirt before he'd roll Evan over to the side of the bed so he could get up and undress down to his boxers before sitting back down. The blue-eyed boy watching closely, crawling back towards him and off the bed in fact as the other told him to pleasure him. Of course a man would want to start with pleasuring himself. How cliché, smiling and actually enjoying the thought, however. The naive Christian boy removed the rest of his pants pulling them down so it was just him in his strap and necklace, along with a few wristbands. Running a few fingers through his hair before stepping closer and kneeling in front of him. Only tilting his head pushing a hand back on the other's strong chest forcing him to lay back and relax. Hand slowly drifting down his midsection fondling his body lovingly before a single digit would pull the waistband of his boxers. Tugging them fully off with that digit. His hooked finger gently stroking over the other's cock as he pulled them down, tossing them to the side curious of what endowment the other might possess. Once the boy's eyes locked on it, he'd bite his lower lip. Blushing vividly, it was the first outside his own he'd seen. He liked this boy, he was cute, pinkish but, he was also quite muscular. It was the perfect balance. He was definitely quite the catch for Sean, he was surprised that no one else had ever tried to get their hands on Evan before... But, then again he lived in a Christian family and his parents probably controlled much of his life. This was probably one of the first times that his parents had no idea of his location and he was going against their wishes. Certainly, someone like his father would not want his son participating in homosexual activities. Sean could just hope that Evan didn't think of his parents during this and just up and quit because he doesn't want to anger them. He watched as the boy removed his pants, showing the jock-strap completely. Though, Sean would have much liked it more if he could see what was behind the cloth, but so far the bulge was pretty nice. Sean laid back when the boy pushed him down, he looked down his body at the boy as he felt the other's soft and slow touch, on its way to his boxers. He kicked off the boxers when they were down around his ankles. Sean was pretty well-endowed, he watched the boy as he stared at what he saw." Like what you see?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He wanted to know what was going through the boy's head currently. Was he about to chicken out, or would he go through with this? He was ready to feel that virgin mouth on his cock, tongue licking his shaft and head, his hands and maybe his mouth playing with his balls. Just the thought go him more excited. Sean was propped up slightly on his elbows, looking down at the boy. He waited for the blonde to do something, would he actually know what to do? Had he masturbated before, seen porn, or heard people talk about sex? Oh, he hoped that there was just a little bit of experience, whether it all be knowledge or maybe even a little self pleasuring.

I'll Do It For The Children - Xmas { Immortal x TeacupTwink }|rating:4.0

Her brother the control freak (pm first)

Amanda PAC Aka Mandy only to her brother18Sweet, shy, considerate, loyal, frisky, wild, free spirited. Had lost her parents in a plane crash when she was 12 years old since then her brother was her soul caretaker. He was much older than her, her parents wanted to wait a while before they had another child, he was young also being only 22, yet he had a job and was already in his last two years of college, now he had a very good job, and was very close with his little sister who was now in a few months to turn 18, and he was 28 now. There was still rather a lot of animosity she had her typical fights with her brother, he was rather controlling of her, and she many a time caught with him over him not allowing her to go out anytime she pleased even though she was about to turn 18 in less than two months, she had only had a few boyfriends, but her brother often ran them off, he was only so protective over her because they were all each other had. Lately however she found herself in love with her brother, the only difference was her brother had a girlfriend, who treated him horrible, and yet he still babied Amanda and she didn't understand why. She knew he would never look at him considering the fact that he was a stand-up guy even through his controlling tendencies. She was allowed however to go with her friends to a movie, but her curfew was for 12 a.m. and her brother was very angry that she decided to come strolling in at 2 a.m. Looking for a detailed brother sister romance/control role. Bumped Mark 5’11 190 pounds. Average build but he is a runner. Brown hair and brown eyes. He was an accident and even overheard it to that affect a time or two growing up. It is no wonder his only other sibling is 10 years younger. Still he strived for a better life. He worked hard in school and got a scholarship academically much less an extra scholarship for running track. He worked his way through his undergraduate degree to get accepted to law school. At 22, he received the news his parents were killed in a plane crash. He was working in a law office as a paralegal at the time with ambitions of becoming a lawyer. He didn’t hesitate to become Amanda’s legal guardian with no other close family. His father had no siblings and his mother was adopted which equates to the same. The only grandparents they know retired and quite elderly in Florida. He changed things around his two-bedroom condo. He moved his computer desk out of the bedroom and bought Amanda a new queen size bed and decorated it. Furthermore, he knew it would be hard for her but wanted to give her something as a positive. He worked hard both at his job and finishing law school much less making Amanda his priority to act as a parent type even more than a big brother. Furthermore, he was strict with her grades even more than mom and dad. The honor roll wasn’t enough as he pushed her to bring home A’s and not hang around boys that he saw as trouble. He gave lectures all the time, but it was out of love. He wanted her to have options as he found when he finished school. Their parents were hardworking middle class people but not white collar workers with a high education. Nothing wrong with that life, but he wanted more for his sister. He was content with having the option to settle down and have a nice life. His girlfriend Dawn was high maintenance but looked good on his arm especially at company events. He was a top lawyer in the firm almost immediately after passing the bar. Talk was he would be asked to become a partner of the firm. Dawn wasn’t happy with his keeping Amanda in his home and continuing to take care of her, she is 18 and should be out on her own. Fights started between him and Dawn over that. He knew Amanda wasn’t ready to be out on her own.STORY-Mark had dinner and late night reservation to a comedy club with Dawn and some co-workers. He arrived home at 11pm. Dawn would usually stay the night, but another fight occurred as the midnight curfew time came and went. Dawn left at 12:30 all but giving him an ultimatum. He warned her not go there as the door closed and she left. Amanda was allowed to go with her friends to a movie, but her curfew was for 12 a.m. It was 2am when she came in, and he was very angry.“Mandy… I am not sure if I even want to ask where you have been.” He said opening his eyes from sitting in the recliner closest to the door. He gets up.“I said midnight, and it is 2am. Why do you do this? This is not acceptable under my roof. You know that.” He raises his voice slightly facing her in the hallway just beyond the front door. Amanda Fuck was the first thought Amanda had when she looked at the clock, she was 2 hours past curfew, maybe she would get lucky and her brother would not be home yet... or better, yet he would be sleeping. It was a bad idea to go get breakfast with her girlfriends, innocent enough no drinking not that Amanda drank anyway one she was underage and that would throw away her scholarship for art school. She sneaks into the house quietly, about to climb the stairs to her bedroom till she heard his voice, she thought she lucked out by how dark the house was. Dammit she thought. What did he mean what she was doing, god he made it as if she was out doing only god knows what.'' Mark its only two hours and honestly I did not do anything...'' She had a temper when she wanted as well.'' I went to breakfast.'' She said before ready to climb the stairs dismissing him of sort. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} He takes her wrist and then with an arm around her waist walks her back to the living room on the couch.“Breakfast? Only two hours? Mandy… I love you. I hope you realize that. BUT I worry about you. 2am is the time a lot of things happen. Car accidents, robberies and heck even young pretty girls are kidnapped. I am not trying to be your father…but I worry and care about you because I love you so much.” He states as he sits across from her a little excited.“All I ask is you follow some rules I have in this household. You are my only family and quite frankly…even when mom and dad were alive…you were still my only family most times. I had my issues and tiffs with them as you feel you do with me. I want you to know I realize a lot of things standing in your shoes as I did back then to being in mom and dad’s shoes with you now.” He says and clears his throat taking a deep breath.“I just want you to be alright and not worry about you being out late. I am hard at times but… I want the best for you Mandy. You are my only family. When you move out and go out on your own… I don’t want you resenting me as I did our parents. I hope you understand.” He adds and waits for her reaction. Amanda As he took her wrist it didn't really hurt, but it was enough to say your going to listen to me regardless if you want to or not, he sat her down gently and stood in front of her, as she looked at him with her bright big eyes her long blond hair hanging down over her shoulders. She felt bad, she really did perhaps she should have called... but then again why should she, she overheard the arguments between him and Dawn... he would be better off if she moved out anyway, she was 18 and was going off to college she hadn't told him yet that she planned on living in the dorms... he wouldn't care anyway even through all his talks of love... she knew Dawn hated her, and she didn't understand it considering even though she hated Dawn herself she respected her because of her brother.However, she knew he loved her, if he didn't, he would not have taken her in and took care of her after all. She sighed she heard this before she wasn't a kid anymore, but she was tired and did not want to argue. He knew her well enough to know however when she was lying... she wanted to let him have it. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but she couldn't, she did not want to hurt him or anger him, he had never hit her, not once even when she angered him... but at times he was rather controlling made her think of what he was like in bed... what the hell she thought he's your brother.'' You resent me... so why should I feel any different.'' She said standing. Ready to walk away from him... not a good idea but yet at this point she did not care. “Whoa…resent you?” He said, and his tone escalated again. He stood.“What does that mean? Mandy…my god… I love you sis. I had issues with mom and dad yes of course, but I gladly always agreed on one thing and that was you. The three of us came together much better because we loved you so much.” He said and took a deep breath.“You know mom and dad’s estate? Not a lot there but I put everything in a trust account for you until you turn 25 and even the last 4 years have added to that. I want you to be able to pay off student loans if you have any and buy a house… I resented you enough to never take a penny to have you live me the last 6 years.” He stated sermonizing.“I had a big fight with Dawn… I told her if she didn’t stop it with you….she would be sorry who I choose. I meant it. So tell me about how I resent you.” He states and waits for a response. Amanda He stood after she did, and looked at her demanding to know what she meant... she looked at him more serious than, and he gave her the same look in turn. Came together cause of me she thought, she hated the way her parents treated Mark she knew they loved him. But she was always a favorite not that she wanted it that way ever. She looked at him and that angered her, she offered to get a part-time job while she was in school, and he always refused... ''I never wanted your money and I never wanted you to take care of me.'' She was not really sure why she was so angry with him right now she was the one who was late.'' You know why... I never liked how mom and dad treated you, never... I even took up for you. Furthermore, I know you hate me for them loving me more! And I know you had to sacrifice your entire life to support and take care of me. And I know cause of me Dawn hates the situation. You tell me you haven't resented me once... go on tell me!'' She yelled, going to the steps. Her face red. They both had tempers, and she was not sure whose was really worse. “No I never resented you. I may have envied you when I was young. It is hard for a 10-year-old to process a new baby coming home being his parent’s favorite much less hearing how he ruined their lives years ago. How they would have been better off if he was never born. Damn for not wearing a condom damn for not being on the pill…and damn for not having the guts to go to an abortion clinic.” He said somberly.“That had nothing to do with you. Even as a boy I realized that Mandy.” He said following her up the stairs to her room.“I never cared about money except to take care of you and make a better life. So…do not think I am saying one thing about money or any sacrifice I made for you as a source of resentment. I did so of my own free will and no regrets. I love you, and it hurts me to fight like this. It hurts me to think you believe I ever resented you. Hell with Dawn… I don’t need her shit. You….are all that is important to me.” He adds." If you really feel... I don't know...this way.... I don't want you to feel tortured under this roof. Furthermore, I can only tell you so many times how I feel about you Mandy. We both have tempers I guess and that is why we should continue this and make a decision in the moving." he finally states and walks out down the hall to his room. Amanda She looked at him as he said everything her parents said, and tears sprang to her eyes, she was not the type of girl to let anyone much less her older brother see her true feelings see her vulnerable. More or less see her cry.never let them see you cry her mother always told her... she knew she got a little cold after there death... it was the happiest day of her life when they brought Mark home. And they grew to love him. He was not a mistake to her. here was everything to her. ''You were there favorite I took that from you, I take a lot from you how can you not hate me?'' For a moment she let her vulnerability show and quickly shook it off. She sighed as she walked to her bedroom rarely did she shut or lock her door, she trusted Mark, sure his controlling aspects irritated her, but she knew she could trust him. It hurts to think you hate me for how mom and dad felt... she thought to herself. You can be rid of me soon.''It's not her fault. I cannot say I blame her.'' She said softly showing a side to herself she kept hidden for the most part. She watched as he walked out of her room she took a long deep breath and left the door open as she changed into her night cloths. Apologize or not she thought for a long time, before heading to his room, and tapping on his door. A lot of emotions were running strong. He really was quite bothered by how she felt he ever resented her. She had no idea how his relationship with mom and dad really evolved. He resented them for years as he heard them talk about him in such bad ways. He got over it, and it meant a lot as they told him they were proud of him when he graduated from high school. Furthermore, he kept a safe distance while in college, but he was always civil. A part of him realizes that his parents never had it easy having him so young. They did in fact give up their dreams in all probability. No college as they had to support a family…not just one but both. It took two incomes in a town like that with little options for work. He got into his shorts as he heard a knock. He took a t-shirt as he said,“Yes it is unlocked.” Amanda She sighed she wasn't sure if she was apologizing for coming in past her curfew, or for what she had said, but in truth she did feel as if he hated, her but more so she hated herself for how her parents treated him, if he knew how many nights she cried herself to sleep for the way they treated him... if he knew how she truly felt for him. No she could not feel that way for him, he was her brother is so damn wrong. Yet even as much as he treated her like a kid something about that attracted her more to him. She bit her lip a habit she did when sad, shy, or nervous... she was glad not many people really knew that she figured Mark did not even know. She had on a white tight tank-top and silky pajama bottoms that clung to her hips and she had her long hair pulled up now. She walked into his room and shut the door after she entered and leaned against it. ''Sorry.'' She said not I'm sorry. Or anything just sorry, she hid her emotions so well. He listened to her apology and even more he caught what she was wearing. He quickly removed from hi head as this was his sister. He came over and hugged her.“You know I am sorry as well. I never intended to make you feel bad. I love you very much Mandy.” He states and smiles.“I hate making you sad. You are a very pretty young woman and your smile lights up any room you are in. I always enjoyed being around you as you were happy just because how you lit up the room with your sunshine.” He adds smiling. “Sorry if your big brother sounds dorky…you will make a lucky guy very happy one day.” Amanda She looked at him, and damn he looked good. Dammit she thought what was wrong with her... He hugged her tightly and she returned his hug in reality she loved when he touched her, and she realized she was madder at herself. And maybe that he did still treat her like a kid. And yet the power he had over her did something for him, when he grabbed her wrist earlier she would be lying to herself that she did not like it some.'' I was being stupid.'' She said pulling away and looking at him with a slight smile.'' You never make me sad furious, angry, yes... never sad.'' She said admitting that much of her feelings to him. She did not know if her face turned red or not, but she felt the flush come to her cheek.'' Thanks... I guess I better tell you I plan on living in the dorms...'' She knew it would be better for him. And for his girlfriend. He laughed at her saying he made her furious and angry but never sad. He put his arm around her waist and sat her down on the edge of his bed as he joined her after she said she would be living in the dorms.“I wish we would have talked a little more about this. I respect that you have made this decision, but I am disappointed you didn’t include me in this.” He states and puts his arm around her shoulders.“You are not a little girl…so you can make decisions, but I doubt you weighed the pros and cons of this. I fear your motivation for moving out is skewed. For one thing… Dawn. That is totally off base. Dawn is extremely likely history. No one gives me ultimatums especially concerning the person that is most important in my life. That is you.” He adds and kisses her side forehead. Amanda Was he's seriously laughing at her when she mentioned he made her angry. She wondered if sometimes he liked doing so. As he led her to his bed electricity shot through her blood... it was not as if a guy never touched her okay so it was... this was different Mark had some weird effect over her... sure she didn't want to move out, but she owed it to him. He deserved time on his own.'' I never said it was final... and I am talking to you about it now.'' She was annoyed not really with him. Just in general. She kind of understood Dawn... yet she was his sister and one thing she knew about Mark is she always came first in his eyes.'' I owe it to you Mark you deserve not to have your young bratty sister always around.'' “Geese Mandy do you have selective hearing or does it just kick in when we argue?” he says and laughs.”Owe it to me because I don’t deserve to have my bratty sister around?” He repeated and paused.“Mandy…the last six years have been absolutely wonderful. I love having you around. I know you will move on someday but do it when it is right. Furthermore, I know we argue, and I hope we can talk like this like adults and reach some agreements about rules and whatever. Furthermore, I like this… I am proud of you to sit here and be able to talk to me.” He states and kisses her side of her forehead and rests his hand on her leg.“In the dorms…you will have rules sweetie. Midnight is likely not even an option for a freshman for curfew much less having any friends in your room. I believe they check rooms and such. So…again as I have preached you should have a piece of paper with the pros and cons of moving into the dorms versus living here.” He states holding her closer. His hand on her bare leg.“You know something Mandy? I believe there are three core elements to people. Looks, smarts and personality. Everything else is a subcategory of one of those. I find it funny that I am lucky to have a girlfriend to even have 2 out of 3 of those. Dawn for example…obviously no personality. You on the other hand have all three and rank high in all three. You have a great future Mandy. I just want you to realize it.” He states and kisses her cheek. He releases her and stands up and wraps his arms around her from behind as she stands. Amanda She looked at him and smiled slightly why did she have such a hard time letting people in, or trusting that he really did want her around. She took a deep breath and looked at him a little softer than before. ''You know what I mean.'' She said in a whisper as she sat near him, she was glad he could not tell the effect he truly had on her. Or even the real feelings she shared for him. She watched him as he spoke, he had the most beautiful eyes, he looked more like there dad where she favored her mom, one would not even think they were brother and sister, considering he had brown hair and dark brown eyes, and she had long blond hair and dark bright big blue eyes... but there smile was the same... no denying that at all. "It's your fault we argue. Your stubborn.'' She said and shrugged, but her tone showed she was kidding. She never had problems with rules not really, she was usually on time. And the only time they really argued was when he told her no, or got on her case about school, somehow she thought perhaps she liked his control over her, and she wondered if he liked having some sense of control over his little sister, anytime she brought a guy home he literally had a cow over it. She never quite understood that.'' I know I do. You've given me all of that and so much more... I just want to really give you your life back.'' She said and smiled. As she stood he wrapped his hands around her from behind... she froze, not because she did not want his touch but because she wanted his touch way too much. “My fault we argue? I am a lawyer… I do it for living sweetie. It's not like I mean to start fights Mandy.” He says and kisses her cheek.“My life back? Mandy…you are a big part of my life by choice. I want that to not only continue but for you to be the centerpiece of my life. I love you.” He states and kisses her cheek again. His hands move up slightly from her waist with fingers slightly under her tank top.“I don’t want you to go…” he states and kisses her neck and shoulder while his hands go completely under her tank top.”We can discuss the dorm thing in the morning.” He whispers as his hands touch her breasts for a moment as he kisses her neck again, and he turns her to kiss her lips. His tongue swirls in her mouth with hers.“Take your clothes off.” He whispers. Amanda Mandy looked at him and smiled sweetly as she looked at him when he kissed her cheek, she knew she was blushing she just hoped against hope he would not notice. She knew he meant that knew he wanted her there with him, and she was grateful she never really had no intention of leaving him ever. She wanted nothing more than to be there with him for always. When he kissed her neck she was rather stunned to say the least. As she sighed to herself... until his hands went under the tight tank-top she was wearing. Shivers went up her entire spine, as she gasped slightly. She did not want to go, she thought as she took a long deep breath almost gasping for air, as if she only lived for this moment, as if she only lived and breathed for him. As his hands went more so under her entire tank-top she felt goosebumps along her skin, as she looked back at him as he was holding her from behind. She could feel her heart pounding. As he turned her to him, his hands still under her tank-top she was wearing no bra, so his hands were really against her bare breast as she bit her lip, until she felt his lips smash against her own, his tongue searching for her own, as she returned the kiss... her mind hazy confused almost this was her brother. She kept telling herself. She looked at him seriously now for a moment as he huskily whispered for her to take her cloths off.'' Mark... I um. I can't tell you how long I have waited for this moment... but you're my brother, so I always fought my feelings.'' She avoided taking her cloths off, she was slightly shaking not in fear. But in passion and lust and shyness. He leans in and kisses her with both hands on her face and back of her head. He has no regard for needing to breathe as the kiss and following kiss are long and passionate. He picks her up with his hands and arms under each of her legs. Furthermore, he lays her down gently on his bed. Furthermore, he kisses her again as he discards his shirt.“I will correct myself Mandy.” He states as he crawls on the bed on top of her and delivers another kiss.“I am IN LOVE with you. I am also through pretending with women like Dawn. I want you in my bed, also sharing romantic dinners and romantic vacation trips with me instead of women I don’t love.” He says kissing her neck and his hands pushing down her pajama bottoms as he moved to take them off and kissed her legs in the process as they were flung to the floor. He removed his shorts and the only item of clothing was her top. Furthermore, he kissed her lips more, and his hands pushed her top up and in between kissed he slid it off and flung to the floor.“Don’t worry Mandy…we will take it slow.” He whispered reassuring her. Amanda As he kissed her deeply with a passion she thought it might set the room on fire... she returned his kiss with just as much passion. She breathed through her nose but did not dare to pull away from him, she had waited for this for so long, yet she was nervous, shy, scared. As he picked her up with ease, she looked into his eyes, it was so quiet the only sounds to be heard were there beating hearts and there breathing. She looked up at him as he laid her on the bed, rather shyly. She had kissed guys before, but this was different this was her brother, as he took his shirt off she caught her breath my god he was simply beautiful. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. He was atop of her now, and giving her more of those sweet kisses.God, how she loved hearing those words escape his lips. She looked at him as he said he was only pretending with woman like Dawn. She looked at him and took in all he had to say... and she did not want to rain on the parade... but they were related and this was the closest she had ever really been to a man.'' I um... we can't have a normal relationship... and I've never well you know.'' She still found it hard to control her emotions. He kissed along her neck and she found herself sighing, as he removed her pajama bottoms and threw them to the floor, her heart caught in her throat. He was now completely naked, and she really could not take her eyes from his amazing body. Furthermore, he then pushed her top up over her head slowly she wondered if he could see her shaking. She nodded her head it was not as if she couldn't say no to him... but she didn't want to. He paused for a moment.“Yes I know. I am in love with you… I do want to live like a couple but now we can’t make it public knowledge. Furthermore, I know we can’t get married or have kids. We can do things together including romantic dinners as long as we don’t make out or public displays dear. Even the romantic vacation stuff has to be done behind closed doors.”“I figured you are a virgin. We will go slow, and I will teach you about love. There is a difference between love and sex.” He adds and smiles kissing her lips. He tenderly kisses her neck then each breast.“A man that loves a woman truly will be tender with relations. A man that just wants sex and get his rocks off will be forceful and treat her like an object…something to entertain him.” He says and smiles as he kisses up each leg and gently rubs each leg from ankle to thigh with his fingertips extremely gently. His lips felt every inch of her legs from ankle to thigh. He smiled at her reaction to the tenderness. Amanda She looked at him softly as he paused and spoke once more. What kind of relationship could they honestly have, to have to hide from the world, and hadn't it always been her dream to get married and have children with the man she loved? She wanted to say this to him and so much more, yet she knew her eyes showed what she was feeling... did he not want the same things for her. Or for himself for that matter. ''Don't you want a normal life? To get married and have kids?'' She finally decided to ask. He figured she was a virgin well duh she thought she was only 18, and he chased every boyfriend she had away. She knew there was a difference, and she knew he would show her. She trusted him with everything. Yet she knew this would very well change everything. He kissed her sweetly and then kissed both of her breast as her long hair was falling out of its holder as she looked up at him. She looked up at him as he spoke she loved how sweet he was how erotic the sound of his voice was, god she did want him. But she was scared, scared of what the morning would bring, she tried to just focus on the here and now. As he kissed along her leg, those familiar shivers went through her entire body once more, his fingertips against her long legs, was so sensual she thought she would lose it then and there. Each kiss along her legs made her insane, she wanted more but did not know if now was the right time. He looked at her as she asked, Don't you want a normal life? To get married and have kids.“Mandy…let me tell you that normal is a perception of reality. Leave it to Beaver doesn’t exist. Look… I want you and will be quite good to you. You know that. What is marriage? A ceremony and a ring. Okay we can’t do a ceremony in the sense of a wedding at least locally but as time goes by we can go to a tropical island and do a type of commitment ceremony on the beach for example. So that is covered.” He states and smiles.“Normal life…well no we can’t be affectionate in public like a real couple but no reason you can’t accompany me to dinners and for work functions. Other people take their sisters, cousins, daughters on occasion. I can care less anyone wondering just how close we are. Lastly, having kids. Well if we choose we would want that…there are options beyond even adoption. My sperm with someone’s donated egg from one of those places that you can pay for that kind of stuff. You can even carry the baby if you wish. Or just the reverse you can have a donated sperm artificially to get you pregnant.” He states stopping the kissing.“This is all subjective….we are early in a relationship. You may not want to stay with me. That is fine if that becomes the case. I am demanding and strict at times. I do however know I want you and to be with you.” He adds taking her hands looking her in the eye. Amanda The look he gave her in all seriousness told her volumes of her brother she knew him better than she really knew herself. She was trying to give him an out. She listened to him carefully as he responded to everything she had to say to him. She smiled at him knowing that what they felt was very real, she knew she wanted him since she was 14. Not really sexually she had never really thought about that. She often wondered lately however what being with him would be like, would he be controlling in bed as he was out of bed? She did not really have anything to offer him... she wondered if that's why she was really holding back. She looked at him tenderly as he spoke of either one of them using parts of themselves to create a baby, adoption would be nice and perhaps someday they could move somewhere where no one would know they were related and live a normal happy life. What if she did not love him enough to sacrifice the life she always dreamed of having, or the life she wanted to have with him.'' Sometimes?'' She asked with a bright smile. ''Not to mention controlling.'' But she said it lightly as he took her hands into his own.'' I want this. I guess I am just scared.'' He laughed.“Yes…strict, demanding and controlllllliiinnnggg. I am those and more. I am a damn good lawyer despite all of that or maybe because of all of that.” He said and smiled and kissed her.“You are a firecracker Mandy…you love to speak your mind and that is something I need with total honestly. We may argue because our Type A personalities will struggle at times, but I just want you to know I love you with all my heart. I want your happiness when it is all said and done.” He adds and pauses.“I will add a little wisdom in place of what you call controlling. I know you want this…and I want this. Does it have to happen tonight? No. We can kiss and do some touching. It is probably better to develop intimacy for a loving long-lasting relationship anyway. So no need to be scared my love.” He says and hugs her cuddling on the bed kissing and running his hand over her skin.“This is the time to touch if you are curious and get used to my body sweetie.” He says and kisses her cheek. Amanda She smiled at his laugh she knew she was letting her guard down, even if he was her brother it was something over the years she had learned never to do and yet with him, she wanted to. She smiled as he explained the way she was and yet this was what she knew she loved the most about him and here he was offering her his love and himself to her as well, as she kissed him back, before he began speaking once more. She knew he meant every word he spoke, because he was never a good liar, at least not around her anyway, he was a good liar considering he was a liar but with her, it was very different. Furthermore, she knew her heart was racing being here naked beside him on his bed." I Am not scared of being with you, I am scared I won't be good enough for you.'' She whispered softly, as he kissed her and ran his hands along her body, she looked into his eyes softly and smiled a shy smile. She wanted nothing more than to touch his body, her hands ran along his tight chest, to his abs, and then to his thighs her nails tracing softly learning him, learning of his body, her hand finally found his cock in her small hand as she sighed and slowly shyly started to stroke him. He lays back and lets her touch his skin and her hands started to stroke him.“Mandy… I am not an impulsive man. I calculate and think things out. Furthermore, I may have seemed impulsive as I hugged you and kissed you but the thought of wanting you has been with or a bit.” He states as rubs her skin on her shoulder and back.“I firmly believe…. I know that you are perfect for me. I am controlling, demanding and several other things. Not many women would care to be around that except to get a hold of my bankroll. You… You love me and I know that. I have loved you long before I desired you. You are far more than good enough sweetie. It is on my side to be good enough in this whole thing to work out as I desire.” He states and sits up kissing her shoulder and back.“I love you and want to make sure you know just how much that is.” He raises her face and kisses her. Furthermore, he touches her hands to encourage them to go back to exploring his body. Amanda He had amazing self-control she noted to herself as she took a long deep breath and stroked his cock gently.'' I never once questioned you wanting to be with me, I guess I just don't get why, I am young, shy, innocent, and let's face it, inexperienced.'' She said softly and took a long deep breath looking at him and smiling.'' I did not mean not good enough as in dating you, I meant good enough in the sex factor considering I have never done that.'' She said softly and looked at him and wondered what he thought about that. She smiled as he told her he loved her, and she loved him back just as much as she returned his kiss and he moved her hand back to his cock, as her fingertips gently trailed along his cock and her hand more firmly this time wrapped around his hard cock. He moaned in pleasure as she held his rock hard cock.“Mandy…experienced doesn’t mean better. We click on every level even when we fight...we are compatible. I believe it is love we will be doing not just sex. I also believe you are my soulmate. Furthermore, I doubt anyone on this planet could stand me for more than a day with me. Furthermore, I can only explain your issue is…you are my soulmate.” He says and smiles reaching forward to kiss her. Amanda His moan in pleasure made her smile there was nothing like hearing him moan that excited her more. Every word he spoke was sweet and meaningful and most of all the truth he never once lied to her, even when they argued he was truthful with her and in turn all he ever wanted was the same for her. He was a jealous man, but that didn't really bother her on some levels that only turned her on more. As he reached for her to kiss her she leaned on wanting nothing more than his lips upon her own. He stroked her back and kissed her back and shoulders as she stroked his rock hard cock.“I envy you Mandy. I wish I would be the one to learn about love from the one that is my soulmate. I guess if neither one of us would know anything then it would be awkward and clumsy, but it is an honor and pleasure to teach you. Sex is just where a boy hops up and down on you and cares less if you are having a good time much less meeting your needs. We will make love. It will bring us to deeper point of our relationship.” He states and gently has Amanda lay down as he takes over kissing her body.“Most guys would want to or demand to ejaculate. I am not concerned about that. It is quite late, and I think holding you in my arms will suffice for tonight. We will continue our journey to establish intimacy tomorrow.” He states and kisses her lips as he pulls the covers over both of them. It takes a bit for his hard on to go down, but he snuggles her and kisses while drifting off to sleep.“Love you Mandy.” He whispers. In the morning he is the first to awake. He hurries down to make a tray for breakfast in bed. Amanda As he kissed her shoulder she moaned softly loving every touch he placed upon her body, being near him was like shock waves going throughout her. She smiled at him as he spoke softly and sweetly. ''I would not want my first time with anyone else but you... I just hope you know whatever you want sexually I will give you, I give you all of me. I can't promise I won't get angry with you, or pout, or even sometimes cry. But I can promise I will try and give you everything I can.'' She whispered as he gently laid her down and kissed all over her slim body. She felt on the verge to tears even though she was only 18 and very young she knew about love, or much rather wondered about it, she knew here with her brother she had just that. Furthermore, she kissed him back wanting more, but he closed the book on that at least for the evening. He cuddled up beside her and took her in his arms as they both drifted off to sleep the last thing she had heard was his voice telling her he loved her. She woke up, and reached for her brother, but he wasn't there, and she got worried it was the weekend so he did not have to work, well he always worked... but he did not have to go in early. She smiled as he walked through the door, and she sat up and stretched. ''Morning. mm, what time is it?'' She asked as she stretched. He smiles at her asking what time it is, “It is 7 am.” He carries in a tray for breakfast in bed with milk, juice, fruit, muffin, bagel and other assortments. Furthermore, he brings upstairs to his bedroom. Furthermore, he kisses her lips.“Breakfast in bed my love.” He whispers and smiles. “We can for get my rule about no food outside the kitchen or dining room, considering our relationship is now changed.” He smiles wide.“I was thinking we could do some shopping today. Maybe you might want to do some clothes shopping since I am in a generous mood.” He adds and smiles. Amanda''Mmm good I thought I overslept.'' She said and reached for him not thinking of the food. ''You did not have to cook for me.'' She said realizing that she was blushing deeply. She kissed his lips back he tasted so good. ''Thank-you.'' She said reaching for the orange juice. She blushed at him gently as she took a deep breath, ''I could get used to this.'' She said and giggled a little. She smiled. ''You know you do not have to buy me things I want you, this all of it.'' She said softly and touched his cheek. He smiles. “Mandy… I just grabbed some fruits and breads and something to drink. I thought we could enjoy our first morning as we are now with this treat.” He states. He smiles as she says she could get used to this.“I am an asshole and strict, but I can and will be very good to you from time to time. So, I hope you do get used to this.” He smiles and kisses her lips. She comments on him buying her things.“Mandy…this is not just for you. I love you and want to make you happy. The thing is that going out with me especially to my company functions, I need you in higher class dresses and heels. You are 18… I am both happy and sad about what that means. Bottom line is you are not a girl. With our relationship especially…you are a woman and need to dress like a woman. Your man is a lawyer…so there is an expectation on how you dress.” He replies and smiles still acting a little controlling. Amanda She smiled at him and looked over at the tray. ''It was still sweet you did not have to go through the trouble.'' She said softly. She laughed. She never really considered him an asshole, so she had no good response for that. She just did not want him to feel as if he had to pay her off in order to be with him, she was not that kind of girl. She did not argue with him, but she felt as if he were wishing her to be something or someone she was not, but she kept it to herself. “When you love someone this type is expected…not trouble.” He replied.“I figure there will be many aspects that we will be brother and sister but Mandy… I am going to treat you as my lover, girlfriend, and all of it together. Today…we are shopping for cocktail dresses and starting at $300 heels. Throw in some expensive designer outfits for casual wear…but you will also be picking out some. Ummm uhh umm outfits to please me. I plan on doing some damage at Victoria's Secret.” He states and kisses her cheek.“I will guarantee you will look off the charts hot in red, white, and maybe black lingerie outfits. I plan on finding out tonight.” He says kissing her lips. Amanda She smiled the simplest words could really mean so much she thought to herself. She listened as he spoke, and she wondered if her feelings were showing on her face, not that she minded expensive things, but she was not that type of girl and did not really want to be that type of girl, she was not a price tag, and she wasn't to be bought. She sighed to herself... but liked the idea of modeling lingerie for him. She blushed telling her what she would look hot in, and she herself got hot as he kissed her lips. Mark kisses her as they finish up a light breakfast. He puts the tray on a dresser as he follows her into the bathroom. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her neck then lips.“I figure can clean up with you…if you don’t mind.” He whispers kissing her. Furthermore, he drops his shorts and then starts the water. Furthermore, he follows her into the shower. Furthermore, he takes a sponge and lathers both of them as he rubs all over body especially her breasts and kisses her shoulders and bare skin before soap is added while the water rains down on them. The part left without soap is her lips eventually. He kisses her lips as he adds shampoo to their hair before they rinse all the soap and shampoo off. As they get out o the shower he takes a bath towel and dries her off then himself. He continues to kiss her.“Mandy… I have no doubts how happy you make me today and will make me in the future. You are a wonderfully gorgeous woman, and I am in love with you.” He states somberly. He goes and shaves then puts on his usual cologne before putting on a pair of docker pants and a button down shirt. Furthermore, he goes and checks on her if she is ready. Amanda His kisses were amazing, and she wanted more and more, yet she was still so unsure of all of this. As he placed the tray on the dresser and followed behind her, she smiled back at him. She sighed as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck and lips. ''Not at all.'' She said and giggled. A little nervous. She watched as he dropped her shorts and she removed her own clothing. As he started to clean her, she could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest, she thought she might clearly go insane. She sighed as the water rinsed and cooled her hot skin. She looked at him as he had her towards him. When he kissed her she sighed into his kiss, god she loved this man. They rinse each other off carefully, and she smiles at him. He dried her off gently, yet she knew nothing of what sex would be like with her older brother. His kisses were sweeter than any honey she had ever tasted. She was stunned by the tenderness and seriousness in his words. ''I hope I can live up to what you want me to be.'' Not as sweet as what he said, but it was what she felt. She watched as he walked away as she herself got ready to go on there little shopping spree. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Matching shoes and purses all included. I also want to have her model the good stuff you find for my approval.” He states as a matter of a fact.“Now…can you accommodate or shall we go to another store?” he asks with a touch of arrogance knowing the sales people work on commissions. This would be a sizable one.“Go with her and have fun. I do want to see your outfits.” He states to his sister, Mandy. Amanda Amanda looked over herself, she dressed up often, but her brother wanted more, and normally she would have fought him on this because it wasn't her, and she still might, she just needed to wait on the right moment. He kissed her passionately digging her out of her thoughts. She smiled at his comment, yet deep down she felt as if he were trying to change her. She got in and held still as he locked her seat belt. Furthermore, she knew they had money, but this wasn't her at all. Furthermore, she felt happy when he took her hand and led her in the store, and she forgot for a moment why they were there. Furthermore, she watched as he handed his credit card over to the customer service woman. Furthermore, she listened as her brother told the sales woman what he wanted, and she could feel her own temper rising but now was not really the time or place after all. She looked at him stunned at the comment he made to the woman, what the hell was wrong with him, she knew he could be controlling, but he wasn't a straight out jerk. She nodded her head and as they walked away, she apologized to the woman, telling her she didn't know what got into him and that he wasn't really a jerk. He waited for Mandy to come out in the first outfit.“I like it….the colors that really are good for her, I think are white, red and black. I am open to others but try to make sure you get some outfits with those colors. Also, the heels are important along with matching purses.” He adds as he looks her over. He continues the same controlling critique for each outfit until 10 outfits are decided. Rather than pack the car, Ron pays extra for them to be delivered to his house. Ron’s ex-girlfriend Dawn walks in. She makes a nasty remark.“As I stated before we are done. I am sick and tired of your crap…DON’T YOU EVER TALK THAT WAY TO MANDY.” He said and walked out with Mandy hand in hand.“Gawd I hate that bitch.” He said after getting in the car and driving to the next store. Amanda Amanda didn't like the girl her brother was trying to transform her into, it just was not her, she wanted him to want her for who she was. But she tried the outfits on anyway. She rolled her eyes at the matching purses most chicks dug this kind of thing, Mandy was not most chicks. She sighed to herself and wondered if he even knew something was bothering her or was he to busy making her look like Dawn or at least dress like her to notice. Thinking that irritated her more than anything and then low and behold in walked Dawn, great Mandy thought. Mandy smiled at him taking up for her, but could she really blame Dawn for the way she was. Mandy was quiet on the way to the next store. He was initially pretty satisfied with himself for the selections he made for her outfits. It was pretty important to look the part in the social gatherings including his company functions as well as even the country clubs. Then that bitch had to show up act like the snob bitch she is. That made his blood boil. She should have worshiped the ground he walked on. Instead, it was always about her and what she wanted. He glanced over at Mandy while driving and sensed she was not in the same mood as when they left the house.“Hey what's Latin you Mandy? You seem pissed or something.” He asked as he pulled over on the way. “I put Dawn in her place. What's up?” he asked looking at her intently. He turned the engine off as well.

Her brother the control freak (pm first)|rating:2.0

Yu-Gi-Oh! PbP Exhibition_ Sir Bedevere vs. Raykura (WITH SCIENCE!)

You see a guy enter the arena with one half of his body red, including his hair and eyes, and the other blue. He has two conflicting hairstyles and has a split duel disk with two slots on his left arm and three on his right. The deck is on the left, and he pulls 5 cards from it. Hello there my friend. My name is Phillip and I shall be your duelist tonight. Initiative:(1d20)[18](18)Draw:(5d43)[35][6][3][8][30](82)Reroll:(3d43)[3][6][18](27)Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Ancient Gear Knight Phoenix Gear fried Dark Valkyrie Supervise Mirror Force Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Future Samurai 11. Tuned Magician 12. Tuned Magician 13. Tuned Magician 14. Featherizer 15. Featherizer 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Gemini Summoner 18. Gemini Summoner 19. Double Summon 20. Double Summon 21. Mystical Space Typhoon 22. Heavy Storm 23. Herculean Power 24. Symbols of Duty 25. Symbols of Duty 26. Supervise 27. Unleash Your Power 28. Unleash Your Power 29. Cry Havoc! 30. Cry Havoc! 31. Gemini Booster 32. Gemini Booster 33. Birthright 34. Birthright 35. Gemini Counter 36. Gemini Counter 37. Gemini Trap Hole 38. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats: 8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]F=Face down (We seem to end up dueling each other a lot, is it coincidence, or just a matter of choice(s)?) A whitefish yellow trail of light flies in, often spinning around through the air. Adjacent to it, and moving slower, is a blackish-purple orb that looks like crackling electricity and burning fire, but without the colors of them. The darker colored one seems to be flaring up quite frequently as they move towards the center of the arena, and in tune with these flare-ups, the lighter colored trail of light rears back. It's almost like they're having an argument. It sure looks like it..... And sounds like it. The orb seems to scream."IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT WE LOST, YOU IDIOT!!"Its voice is demonic, deep, and unpleasant. The trail of light rears back." I keep trying to tell you that I'm sorry!" The other one, although currently upset, has a much more feminine & easier-sounding voice that sounds like it would soothe the ears when it were calmer. "Saying 'Sorry' doesn't make us win!" "Oh look, Malevolent, our next opponent is here!" The trail of light hastily says. "Hmph, thanks for pointing that out, Benevolent. Maybe this time you won't hold me back.""...." The trail of light follows meekly behind. The two then merge into a grayish humanoid that occasionally shifts colors, between yellow, white, black, purple & gray wearing a Duel Disk that has the opposite color scheme at all times. "I'LL roll the dice this time. After all, we all remember what happened when you did it."" But...." A pair of black dice with purple numbers appear, and fall to the floor.(1d20)[15](15)(5d58)[21][37][54][10][19](141)RE-ROLLS:(3d58)[8][19][49](76) WOW. I thought I was the only one with MPD... It doesn't matter though, does it? I draw!(1d38)[37]I start by summoning my Gemini monster Dark Valkyrie in attack mode! I'll then set two cards face-down and finish my move. Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Ancient Gear Knight Phoenix Gear fried Supervise Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Future Samurai 11. Tuned Magician 12. Tuned Magician 13. Tuned Magician 14. Featherizer 15. Featherizer 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Gemini Summoner 18. Gemini Summoner 19. Double Summon 20. Double Summon 21. Mystical Space Typhoon 22. Heavy Storm 23. Herculean Power 24. Symbols of Duty 25. Symbols of Duty 26. Supervise 27. Unleash Your Power 28. Unleash Your Power 29. Cry Havoc! 30. Cry Havoc! 31. Gemini Booster 32. Gemini Booster 33. Birthright 34. Birthright 35. Gemini Counter 36. Gemini Counter 37. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Gemini Trap Hole Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|DV|-|--|-|F|F|-[/table]F=FacedownDV=Dark Valkyrie ATK (1800)(It is a mixture between choice and coincidence. I really duel EVERYONE a lot. Except Alt aria and Blue Ghost... for some reason...) The humanoid quickly turns into a blackish-purple, screaming blaze."HEY! I TAKE OFFENSE TO BEING CALLED MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER! I AM NOT A FIGMENT OF HER IMAGINATION, OR A PART OF THE SAME BODY AS SHE!!"" Well, you ARE sharing a body with me...." Benevolos points out to Malevolent." But still, I would never be as evil as he is! That would be HORRIBLE!! We're always separate, except at times like these.... But that's beside the point. DRAW!" Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Dimensional Prison Dimension Jar Strike Ninja Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Golden Homunculus 7. Nova Summoner 8. Shining Angel 9. D.D. Warrior Lady 10. Asura Priest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Kaiser Seahorse 14. Banisher of the Light 15. Banisher of the Light 16. Cyber Valley 17. Cyber Valley 18. D.D. Assailant 19. Gren Meiji The Eliza 20. Chaos Sorcerer 21. Chaos Sorcerer 22. Caius the Shadow Monarch 23. The End of Anubis 24. Darkknight Pariah 25. Breaker the Magical Warrior 26. D.D. Survivor 27. D.D. Survivor 28. D.D. Survivor 29. D.D. Scout Plane 30. Strike Ninja 31. Necroface 32. A Cat of Ill Omen 33. Dimension Jar 34. Chaos Greed 35. Chaos Greed 36. Chaos End 37. Soul Release 38. Different Dimension Capsule 39. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 40. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 41. D.D. Borderline 42. Dimensional Fissure 43. Swords of Revealing Light 44. Swords of Concealing Light 45. Big Burn 46. Macro Cosmos 47. Macro Cosmos 48. Dimensional Prison 49. Dimensional Prison 50. Mirror Force 51. Bottomless Trap Hole 52. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - - - -- - - - -[/table](1d53)[31](31) Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Dimension Jar Strike Ninja Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Golden Homunculus 7. Nova Summoner 8. Shining Angel 9. D.D. Warrior Lady 10. Asura Priest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Kaiser Seahorse 14. Banisher of the Light 15. Banisher of the Light 16. Cyber Valley 17. Cyber Valley 18. D.D. Assailant 19. Gren Meiji The Eliza 20. Chaos Sorcerer 21. Chaos Sorcerer 22. Caius the Shadow Monarch 23. The End of Anubis 24. Darkknight Pariah 25. Breaker the Magical Warrior 26. D.D. Survivor 27. D.D. Survivor 28. D.D. Survivor 29. D.D. Scout Plane 30. Strike Ninja 31. Necroface 32. A Cat of Ill Omen 33. Dimension Jar 34. Chaos Greed 35. Chaos Greed 36. Chaos End 37. Soul Release 38. Different Dimension Capsule 39. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 40. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 41. D.D. Borderline 42. Dimensional Fissure 43. Swords of Revealing Light 44. Swords of Concealing Light 45. Big Burn 46. Macro Cosmos 47. Macro Cosmos 48. Dimensional Prison 49. Dimensional Prison 50. Mirror Force 51. Bottomless Trap Hole 52. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Dimensional Prison Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -- - FD - -[/table]Benevolent looks at the cards in her hand. Strangely, Malevolent has no commentary." Anyway, we'll Set a monster and a Face-Down. That's all." Why Benevolent puts up with him bewilders me... I hear ya... You hear him talking to himself. Anyways, I draw!(1d37)[12]I'll save that combo for later... for now, I summon Ancient Gear Knight in attack mode and use it to attack your face down! I then attack directly with Dark Valkyrie (if the monster survives by way of something other than defense points, I attack it with Dark Valkyrie) and end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Supervise Tuned Magician Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Future Samurai 11. Tuned Magician 12. Tuned Magician 13. Featherizer 14. Featherizer 15. Gemini Summoner 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Gemini Summoner 18. Double Summon 19. Double Summon 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Heavy Storm 22. Herculean Power 23. Symbols of Duty 24. Symbols of Duty 25. Supervise 26. Unleash Your Power 27. Unleash Your Power 28. Cry Havoc! 29. Cry Havoc! 30. Gemini Booster 31. Gemini Booster 32. Birthright 33. Birthright 34. Gemini Counter 35. Gemini Counter 36. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Gemini Trap Hole Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|DV|AGK|--|-|F|F|-[/table]F=FacedownDV=Dark Valkyrie ATK (1800)AGK=Ancient Gear Knight ATK (1800) "Teepee, it's D.D. Warrior Lady." Benevolos laughs." Now, we'll show you why we like to do this together."" D.D. WARRIOR LADY, ACTIVATE YOUR EFFECT!! SEND IT TO ANOTHER DIMENSION!" The two scream in excited unison, their shared body becoming gray and both flaring up, and making a blaze of gray light, their voices overlapping, & the angelic voice & the demonic one combining, making them sound entirely otherworldly. A portal opens up, and D.D. Warrior Lady grabs Ancient Gear Knight, and throws herself and her attacker into the portal, removing them both from play. "And as for your OTHER monster...." Malevolos says, taking control of the body, making it a blackish, burning humanoid with a purple gap for a mouth shaped like a designed for a jack-o-lantern. The two again yell in unison."ACTIVATE TRAP, DIMENSIONAL PRISON!" After they calm down, Benevolent is the first to speak." Hooray, we managed to get rid of them without killing them! I hope they went to Heaven!" She exclaims cheerily." I hope they went to a dimension where they will experience ETERNAL PAIN!!"" See, that's why we put up with each other. Because not only are we unstoppable, but our strategy allows both of us to be satisfied, since there's an equal chance of a good or a bad ending for the enemy!!" They say, their voices once again merging, and the body becoming gray, blazing & flaring." Now then, anything ELSE you want to do this turn?" Malevolos interjects, having returned to his usual irritated self.(Yes, I know, long post is long.) (and short post is short. Besides, I like plot exposition and character development :D)Nah, your move. At least we got rid of your D.D. Warrior Lady! And is it just me, or is this a sort of "Tag Duel", we both have two characters using the same body to duel each other... weird yet cool. Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Supervise Tuned Magician Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Future Samurai 11. Tuned Magician 12. Tuned Magician 13. Featherizer 14. Featherizer 15. Gemini Summoner 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Gemini Summoner 18. Double Summon 19. Double Summon 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Heavy Storm 22. Herculean Power 23. Symbols of Duty 24. Symbols of Duty 25. Supervise 26. Unleash Your Power 27. Unleash Your Power 28. Cry Havoc! 29. Cry Havoc! 30. Gemini Booster 31. Gemini Booster 32. Birthright 33. Birthright 34. Gemini Counter 35. Gemini Counter 36. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Dark Valkyrie Ancient Gear Knight Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Gemini Trap Hole Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|F|F|-[/table]F=Face down The body turns whitefish yellow. Benevolos thinks for a moment, then responds cheerily." Indeed. It is sort of a tag duel, good sir. He-he."" Personally, I'm just glad we cleared the field...." Malevolos mutters as an aside comment, while drawing a card as per the Draw Phase.(1d52)[52](52) Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Dimension Jar Strike Ninja Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Golden Homunculus 7. Nova Summoner 8. Shining Angel 9. D.D. Warrior Lady 10. Asura Priest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Kaiser Seahorse 14. Banisher of the Light 15. Banisher of the Light 16. Cyber Valley 17. Cyber Valley 18. D.D. Assailant 19. Gren Meiji The Eliza 20. Chaos Sorcerer 21. Chaos Sorcerer 22. Caius the Shadow Monarch 23. The End of Anubis 24. Darkknight Pariah 25. Breaker the Magical Warrior 26. D.D. Survivor 27. D.D. Survivor 28. D.D. Survivor 29. D.D. Scout Plane 30. Strike Ninja 31. Necroface 32. A Cat of Ill Omen 33. Dimension Jar 34. Chaos Greed 35. Chaos Greed 36. Chaos End 37. Soul Release 38. Different Dimension Capsule 39. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 40. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 41. D.D. Borderline 42. Dimensional Fissure 43. Swords of Revealing Light 44. Swords of Concealing Light 45. Big Burn 46. Macro Cosmos 47. Macro Cosmos 48. Dimensional Prison 49. Dimensional Prison 50. Mirror Force 51. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Bottomless Trap Hole Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - SN - -- - - - -[/table]Benevolent looks at the card Malevolent drew." Huh, I didn't expect we'd draw the card with this number." "Oh well, at least it's something."" True enough."" Anyway, I'll take over this one. He-heh-heh. STRIKE NINJA, COME FORTH!!" Suddenly, Malevolent separates himself from the humanoid, becoming the blackish orb again, before reforming himself in the image of Strike Ninja. As a result, Benevolent returns to her light-trail form, and begins flying in place." Sigh, he's always so violent...."" This is my FAVORITE part: ATTACK!!" Malevolos, now as Strike Ninja, then charges, knife in hand at Phillip. Sorry Benevolent, don't hate me for this. I guarantee that Malevolent will hate me for it. I activate Mirror Force, destroying your Strike Ninja! Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Supervise Tuned Magician Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Future Samurai 11. Tuned Magician 12. Tuned Magician 13. Featherizer 14. Featherizer 15. Gemini Summoner 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Gemini Summoner 18. Double Summon 19. Double Summon 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Heavy Storm 22. Herculean Power 23. Symbols of Duty 24. Symbols of Duty 25. Supervise 26. Unleash Your Power 27. Unleash Your Power 28. Cry Havoc! 29. Cry Havoc! 30. Gemini Booster 31. Gemini Booster 32. Birthright 33. Birthright 34. Gemini Counter 35. Gemini Counter 36. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Dark Valkyrie Ancient Gear Knight Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gemini Trap Hole Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|F|-[/table]F=Face down Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Dimension Jar Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Golden Homunculus 7. Nova Summoner 8. Shining Angel 9. D.D. Warrior Lady 10. Asura Priest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Kaiser Seahorse 14. Banisher of the Light 15. Banisher of the Light 16. Cyber Valley 17. Cyber Valley 18. D.D. Assailant 19. Gren Meiji The Eliza 20. Chaos Sorcerer 21. Chaos Sorcerer 22. Caius the Shadow Monarch 23. The End of Anubis 24. Darkknight Pariah 25. Breaker the Magical Warrior 26. D.D. Survivor 27. D.D. Survivor 28. D.D. Survivor 29. D.D. Scout Plane 30. Strike Ninja 31. Necroface 32. A Cat of Ill Omen 33. Dimension Jar 34. Chaos Greed 35. Chaos Greed 36. Chaos End 37. Soul Release 38. Different Dimension Capsule 39. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 40. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 41. D.D. Borderline 42. Dimensional Fissure 43. Swords of Revealing Light 44. Swords of Concealing Light 45. Big Burn 46. Macro Cosmos 47. Macro Cosmos 48. Dimensional Prison 49. Dimensional Prison 50. Mirror Force 51. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Strike Ninja Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Bottomless Trap Hole Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - - - -- - FD - -[/table]Benevolent turns her attention to Phillip." Oh, don't worry. He'll be just fine!" She says, dancing through the air as a stream of light. It's at this point that Malevolent notices Mirror Force. "AGH! Teleport!" Malevolos then leaves the form of Strike Ninja and returns to Benevolent, and a real Strike Ninja (Who is rather confused.) is now in his place. At least, it was prior to being killed by Mirror Force. This is something that Malevolent proceeds to laugh at. "O'Mall, that was OUR monster!"" So? And what did I say about calling me that?!" "But you nearly got yourself killed!"" Oh, relax. At least I didn't. Anyway, I'll place one card Face-Down in our Spell camp; Trap Card Zone, and that's all for our turn." Benevolos then flies over to Phillip." See, he's fine? Well, relatively anyway." She says reassuringly before re-merging with him. Haha! I haven't had this much fun just talking to the opponent in ages! I draw!(1d36)[34]First thing's first: I set another face-down card. Furthermore, I then summon my Tuned Magician in attack mode! Attack them directly! End Turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Supervise Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Future Samurai 11. Tuned Magician 12. Tuned Magician 13. Featherizer 14. Featherizer 15. Gemini Summoner 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Gemini Summoner 18. Double Summon 19. Double Summon 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Heavy Storm 22. Herculean Power 23. Symbols of Duty 24. Symbols of Duty 25. Supervise 26. Unleash Your Power 27. Unleash Your Power 28. Cry Havoc! 29. Cry Havoc! 30. Gemini Booster 31. Gemini Booster 32. Birthright 33. Birthright 34. Gemini Counter 35. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Dark Valkyrie Ancient Gear Knight Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gemini Trap Hole Gemini Counter Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|TM|-|--|-|F|F|-[/table]F=FacedownTM=Tuned Magician ATK (1800) Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Dimension Jar Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Golden Homunculus 7. Nova Summoner 8. Shining Angel 9. D.D. Warrior Lady 10. Asura Priest 11. Gellenduo 12. Gellenduo 13. Kaiser Seahorse 14. Banisher of the Light 15. Banisher of the Light 16. Cyber Valley 17. Cyber Valley 18. D.D. Assailant 19. Gren Meiji The Eliza 20. Chaos Sorcerer 21. Chaos Sorcerer 22. Caius the Shadow Monarch 23. The End of Anubis 24. Darkknight Pariah 25. Breaker the Magical Warrior 26. D.D. Survivor 27. D.D. Survivor 28. D.D. Survivor 29. D.D. Scout Plane 30. Strike Ninja 31. Necroface 32. A Cat of Ill Omen 33. Dimension Jar 34. Chaos Greed 35. Chaos Greed 36. Chaos End 37. Soul Release 38. Different Dimension Capsule 39. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 40. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 41. D.D. Borderline 42. Dimensional Fissure 43. Swords of Revealing Light 44. Swords of Concealing Light 45. Big Burn 46. Macro Cosmos 47. Macro Cosmos 48. Dimensional Prison 49. Dimensional Prison 50. Mirror Force 51. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Strike Ninja Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Bottomless Trap Hole Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - - - -- - BTH - -[/table]Benevolent and Malevolent merge and reveal their Face-Down. "And we'll respond with our BOTTOMLESS TRAP HOLE!! Have fun going to another dimension, Tuned Magician!!" Moments later, a massive black pit appears below Tuned Magician and drags it down. Malevolent takes this chance to separate and blow a raspberry at Tuned Magician as it falls, before he re-merges with Benevolent. Of course, before he can get back to her.... Benevolent scoffs at him." That's kinda immature, Malevolent." But apparently she has difficulty keeping a straight face at such immaturity. "B-b-but ....IT'S SO FUNNY!" Benevolent, strangely enough finds the act hilarious and for a few seconds, is fluttering around like a fairy on caffeine." Are you done?"" Yes, sorry about that. Sorry, you just looked so silly. Tee-he-hee-hee...."" Sigh...."(Anyway, are you going to take any action in response to my Trap, or are you still ending your turn?) *Sigh*No, no, I just hope they find peace in the afterlife. Your move. Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Supervise Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Future Samurai 11. Tuned Magician 12. Tuned Magician 13. Featherizer 14. Featherizer 15. Gemini Summoner 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Gemini Summoner 18. Double Summon 19. Double Summon 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Heavy Storm 22. Herculean Power 23. Symbols of Duty 24. Symbols of Duty 25. Supervise 26. Unleash Your Power 27. Unleash Your Power 28. Cry Havoc! 29. Cry Havoc! 30. Gemini Booster 31. Gemini Booster 32. Birthright 33. Birthright 34. Gemini Counter 35. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Dark Valkyrie Ancient Gear Knight Tuned Magician Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gemini Trap Hole Gemini Counter Stats:8000 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|F|F|-[/table]F=Face down "Hamm, hmm, hmm. Draw."(1d51)[6](6) (signing off for the night, I have school... too early... AAG) Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Chaos rider Gustaf Dimension Jar Golden Homunculus Deck: 50 cards. Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. Asura Priest 10. Gellenduo 11. Gellenduo 12. Kaiser Seahorse 13. Banisher of the Light 14. Banisher of the Light 15. Cyber Valley 16. Cyber Valley 17. D.D. Assailant 18. Gren Meiji The Eliza 19. Chaos Sorcerer 20. Chaos Sorcerer 21. Caius the Shadow Monarch 22. The End of Anubis 23. Darkknight Pariah 24. Breaker the Magical Warrior 25. D.D. Survivor 26. D.D. Survivor 27. D.D. Survivor 28. D.D. Scout Plane 29. Strike Ninja 30. Necroface 31. A Cat of Ill Omen 32. Dimension Jar 33. Chaos Greed 34. Chaos Greed 35. Chaos End 36. Soul Release 37. Different Dimension Capsule 38. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 39. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 40. D.D. Borderline 41. Dimensional Fissure 42. Swords of Revealing Light 43. Swords of Concealing Light 44. Big Burn 45. Macro Cosmos 46. Macro Cosmos 47. Dimensional Prison 48. Dimensional Prison 49. Mirror Force 50. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Strike Ninja Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Bottomless Trap Hole Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - Base - -- - - - -[/table]Base=Kazoo the Soul Eater1600+300 ATK/900 DEF After having drawn, Malevolent decides to take control and make a move." Hmm, this looks nice.""KAZOO THE SOUL EATER!! In Attack Position! And then I'll remove from play our Strike Ninja so it can gain 300 ATK till YOUR next End Phase!!"" Now, Kazoo! ATTACK!!" Malevolent then thrusts his finger forward, grinning eagerly, and Kazoo charges on all fours to attack. Interestingly, Benevolent has nothing to say.(Oh, OK. But on the other hand so do I. Kinda surprised. You never struck me as still being young enough to go to school, no offense. Oh well, good night, good knight.) (Actually, I'm only 16 years old, and barely that. My birthday was early November)AGH, that was a good attack. I draw!(1d35)[10]I summon my Future Samurai in attack mode and equip it with Supervise. I end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Tuned Magician 11. Tuned Magician 12. Featherizer 13. Featherizer 14. Gemini Summoner 15. Gemini Summoner 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Double Summon 18. Double Summon 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Heavy Storm 21. Herculean Power 22. Symbols of Duty 23. Symbols of Duty 24. Supervise 25. Unleash Your Power 26. Unleash Your Power 27. Cry Havoc! 28. Cry Havoc! 29. Gemini Booster 30. Gemini Booster 31. Birthright 32. Birthright 33. Gemini Counter 34. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Dark Valkyrie Ancient Gear Knight Tuned Magician Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gemini Trap Hole Gemini Counter Stats:6100 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FS|-|--|S|F|F|-[/table]F=Takedowns=Future Samurai ATK (1600)S=Supervise (FS) "Huh. It seems we're in a bad situation." Malevolos comments." Well, perhaps what we draw will help."(1d50)[11](11) Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Dimension Jar Golden Homunculus Gelled Deck: 49 cards (After Draw Phase.). Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. Asura Priest 10. Gellenduo 11. Kaiser Seahorse 12. Banisher of the Light 13. Banisher of the Light 14. Cyber Valley 15. Cyber Valley 16. D.D. Assailant 17. Gren Meiji The Eliza 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. Chaos Sorcerer 20. Caius the Shadow Monarch 21. The End of Anubis 22. Darkknight Pariah 23. Breaker the Magical Warrior 24. D.D. Survivor 25. D.D. Survivor 26. D.D. Survivor 27. D.D. Scout Plane 28. Strike Ninja 29. Necroface 30. A Cat of Ill Omen 31. Dimension Jar 32. Chaos Greed 33. Chaos Greed 34. Chaos End 35. Soul Release 36. Different Dimension Capsule 37. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 38. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 39. D.D. Borderline 40. Dimensional Fissure 41. Swords of Revealing Light 42. Swords of Concealing Light 43. Big Burn 44. Macro Cosmos 45. Macro Cosmos 46. Dimensional Prison 47. Dimensional Prison 48. Mirror Force 49. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Strike Ninja Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Bottomless Trap Hole Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- CRG Base - -- - - - -[/table]CRG=Chaos rider Gustaph1400 ATK/1500 DEF." Hmm, I guess we'll summon this monster, Chaos rider Gustaf!" Benevolent then looks at the field worriedly. Malevolos, not so much.".... And then we'll have Kazoo the Soul Eater attack Future Samurai in a suicide attack!! And assuming you don't put up a defense.... GUST APH WILL ATTACK YOU DIRECTLY TOO!! MUAHAHAHAHA-HAH!!!" Malevolos yells, laughing maniacally. Bazoo charges at the samurai and attempts to maul it to death, succeeding just before a sword is thrust through its torso, and Kazoo, also dies. Then, Gustaf drives towards Phillip, doing a wheelie on his motorcycle, and crashes into him. Wow... not the brightest side of the spectrum, Malevolent. Combo activate! When you destroyed my Gemini monster, it still had its effect, meaning I can activate my Gemini Trap Hole, which destroys all monsters you own! I then activate the ability of my Supervise card, allowing me to pull my Future Samurai back from the grave! I will assume it is my turn. Furthermore, I draw!(1d34)[31] I set a card face-down and attack you directly. I then summon my monster on the Main Phase 2 to make it an effect monster. End Phase Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Tuned Magician 11. Tuned Magician 12. Featherizer 13. Featherizer 14. Gemini Summoner 15. Gemini Summoner 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Double Summon 18. Double Summon 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Heavy Storm 21. Herculean Power 22. Symbols of Duty 23. Symbols of Duty 24. Supervise 25. Unleash Your Power 26. Unleash Your Power 27. Cry Havoc! 28. Cry Havoc! 29. Gemini Booster 30. Gemini Booster 31. Birthright 32. Gemini Counter 33. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Supervise Gemini Trap Hole Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Dark Valkyrie Ancient Gear Knight Tuned Magician Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gemini Counter Birthright Stats:6100 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FS|-|--|-|F|F|-[/table]F=Takedowns=Future Samurai ATK (1600) Malevolent quickly responds in anger."HEY! DON'T CALL ME STUPID!! I didn't even know it was there!" "Well, he DID have it Face-Down.""SO?! How was I supposed to know he had that specific card there!?"" Well, by the rules of the game, you're not...."" Ugh. Anyway, loathe as I am to say it.... We end our turn."" Hee-hee, well that's one thing he's right about....""HEY!"(EDIT: Whoops, guess I'm a little bit late posting this.) (No prob, just read the above post to see the turn made.) Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Camus the Shadow Monarch Dimension Jar Golden Homunculus Deck: 48 cards (After draw phase.). Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. Asura Priest 10. Gellenduo 11. Kaiser Seahorse 12. Banisher of the Light 13. Banisher of the Light 14. Cyber Valley 15. Cyber Valley 16. D.D. Assailant 17. Gren Meiji The Eliza 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. Chaos Sorcerer 20. The End of Anubis 21. Darkknight Pariah 22. Breaker the Magical Warrior 23. D.D. Survivor 24. D.D. Survivor 25. D.D. Survivor 26. D.D. Scout Plane 27. Strike Ninja 28. Necroface 29. A Cat of Ill Omen 30. Dimension Jar 31. Chaos Greed 32. Chaos Greed 33. Chaos End 34. Soul Release 35. Different Dimension Capsule 36. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 37. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 38. D.D. Borderline 39. Dimensional Fissure 40. Swords of Revealing Light 41. Swords of Concealing Light 42. Big Burn 43. Macro Cosmos 44. Macro Cosmos 45. Dimensional Prison 46. Dimensional Prison 47. Mirror Force 48. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Strike Ninja Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gelled Stats: 6400 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -- - - - -[/table](1d49)[20](20)"O 'Mall, I think you ought to take a break, your anger may be getting to your head."" Fine, I'm really **** infuriated at the moment, anyway." The body then proceeds to become entirely white, occasionally fading to & from yellow as well, as Benevolent takes over & the other spirit goes semi-dormant. She looks at the card in her hand." Anyway, I'll just set this monster here." At this time Malevolent briefly occupies part of the face to speak." Always on the defend-"Shh, relax." Benevolos interrupts him, glowing when she speaks, coaxing him back to sleep." Anyway, your move, friend." Thank you. I draw!(Miscalled on my previous post. Have to re-roll. Man, the card I rolled with the misrule was better... oh well.)(1d32)[26]I attack your face-down and end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Unleash Your Power Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Evocator Chevalier 9. Future Samurai 10. Tuned Magician 11. Tuned Magician 12. Featherizer 13. Featherizer 14. Gemini Summoner 15. Gemini Summoner 16. Gemini Summoner 17. Double Summon 18. Double Summon 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Heavy Storm 21. Herculean Power 22. Symbols of Duty 23. Symbols of Duty 24. Supervise 25. Unleash Your Power 26. Cry Havoc! 27. Gemini Booster 28. Gemini Booster 29. Birthright 30. Gemini Counter 31. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Supervise Gemini Trap Hole Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Dark Valkyrie Ancient Gear Knight Tuned Magician Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gemini Counter Birthright Stats:6100 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FS|-|--|-|F|F|-[/table]F=Takedowns=Future Samurai ATK (1600) "This merely Gelled, which is indestructible by battle, Helene." Benevolos responds, giggling." Anyway, assuming you're done, we'll draw. Or since, Malevolent is relaxing at the moment, I'll draw. Okay? I hope you don't mind."(1d48)[33](33) Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Camus the Shadow Monarch Dimension Jar Golden Homunculus Chaos End Deck: 47 cards (48 prior to Draw Phase.). Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. Asura Priest 10. Gellenduo 11. Kaiser Seahorse 12. Banisher of the Light 13. Banisher of the Light 14. Cyber Valley 15. Cyber Valley 16. D.D. Assailant 17. Gren Meiji The Eliza 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. Chaos Sorcerer 20. The End of Anubis 21. Darkknight Pariah 22. Breaker the Magical Warrior 23. D.D. Survivor 24. D.D. Survivor 25. D.D. Survivor 26. D.D. Scout Plane 27. Strike Ninja 28. Necroface 29. A Cat of Ill Omen 30. Dimension Jar 31. Chaos Greed 32. Chaos Greed 33. Soul Release 34. Different Dimension Capsule 35. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 36. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 37. D.D. Borderline 38. Dimensional Fissure 39. Swords of Revealing Light 40. Swords of Concealing Light 41. Big Burn 42. Macro Cosmos 43. Macro Cosmos 44. Dimensional Prison 45. Dimensional Prison 46. Mirror Force 47. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Gelled Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Strike Ninja Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gelled Stats: 6400 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - CTM - -- - - - -[/table]"Now I'll sacrifice Gelled -Sorry little holograms.- so I can summon Camus the Shadow Monarch! And I'll activate its effect!" Benevolos separates herself from Malevolent, and merges with Camus, turning the monarch grayish-purple." Whee, bye-bye, Future Samurai! I hope you go to Heaven!" An enormous ball of dark energy then forms in Camus's hands, and is launched at Future Samurai, removing it from play upon impact." Now I'll.... Attack with Camus, I guess." Benevolent then leaves Camus's body and re-merges with Malevolent, reforming into the grayish humanoid. Obviously though, she has trouble convincing herself to attack." Caius, UIMM.... Uh.... Hurt.... Him!" Caius throws a massive punch at Phillip, and after the smoke clears, Benevolent can be heard worriedly asking him[Phil] if he's okay since she didn't want to hurt him too badly. (1d47)[24](24)(I think I'll make this move, then go to sleep. BTW, why is it that your last roll, when seen from the Reply to Topic page, does not display as [roll0], sans the spaces, as a proper roll does when viewed from there?) (I have no idea, but I just deleted it and decided to redo my move, as... well, it just bewilders me. Reroll time *as it turns out, I already drew that card anyway... dang I hate dueling with two decks at once*)(1d31)[7](field doesn't change, just a different face-down)Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Unleash Your Power Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Future Samurai 9. Tuned Magician 10. Tuned Magician 11. Featherizer 12. Featherizer 13. Gemini Summoner 14. Gemini Summoner 15. Gemini Summoner 16. Double Summon 17. Double Summon 18. Mystical Space Typhoon 19. Heavy Storm 20. Herculean Power 21. Symbols of Duty 22. Symbols of Duty 23. Supervise 24. Unleash Your Power 25. Cry Havoc! 26. Gemini Booster 27. Gemini Booster 28. Birthright 29. Gemini Counter 30. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Supervise Gemini Trap Hole Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Dark Valkyrie Ancient Gear Knight Tuned Magician Future Samurai Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gemini Counter Birthright Educator Chevalier Stats:3700 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|F|-|--|-|F|F|-[/table]F=Face down Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Camus the Shadow Monarch Dimension Jar Golden Homunculus Chaos End Deck: 46 cards (47 prior to Draw Phase.). Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. Asura Priest 10. Gellenduo 11. Kaiser Seahorse 12. Banisher of the Light 13. Banisher of the Light 14. Cyber Valley 15. Cyber Valley 16. D.D. Assailant 17. Gren Meiji The Eliza 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. Chaos Sorcerer 20. The End of Anubis 21. Darkknight Pariah 22. Breaker the Magical Warrior 23. D.D. Survivor 24. D.D. Survivor 25. D.D. Scout Plane 26. Strike Ninja 27. Necroface 28. A Cat of Ill Omen 29. Dimension Jar 30. Chaos Greed 31. Chaos Greed 32. Soul Release 33. Different Dimension Capsule 34. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 35. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 36. D.D. Borderline 37. Dimensional Fissure 38. Swords of Revealing Light 39. Swords of Concealing Light 40. Big Burn 41. Macro Cosmos 42. Macro Cosmos 43. Dimensional Prison 44. Dimensional Prison 45. Mirror Force 46. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Gelled Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Strike Ninja Face Downs: Stats: 6400 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- DDS CTM - -- - - - -[/table]"Okay, now I'll-""I'll summon a new monster: D.D. Survivor! In Attack Position!! And Camus, you attack after the survivor!!" Malevolos, apparently having woken up, has now returned to his vicious state, and takes the opportunity to manifest himself in each monster as it attacks. D.D. Survivor charges, and throws a metallic fist at the Face-Down opponent, and Camus follows through by charging its fist with dark energy and throwing its punch at full force, causing a massive explosion of dark & negative energy."AHHH.... I love doing that." Malevolent then points at his "work" and does what would look like talking to oneself, using the grayish humanoid body they share."SEE, BENEVOLENT! That's how you attack with the great Camus the Shadow Monarch!"" Oh. Sorry, I didn't know." She responds meekly." After that, I'll end my turn." AGH! Well then, I draw!(1d30)[10]Strategy complete. Sorry about this, but say good night! I summon my Tuned Magician in attack mode! I then activate my Birthright trap card to pull my recently destroyed Educator Chevalier back to my field! Furthermore, I then activate Unleash Your Power, giving my monsters their abilities! Then I use my Tuned Magician's new-found tuning powers to create my Black Brutdrago! Attack his Camus, Brutdrago! I end my turn. Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Phoenix Gear fried Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Blazewing Butterfly 2. Blazewing Butterfly 3. Ancient Gear Knight 4. Chthonian Emperor Dragon 5. Phoenix Gear fried 6. Dark Valkyrie 7. Evocator Chevalier 8. Future Samurai 9. Tuned Magician 10. Featherizer 11. Featherizer 12. Gemini Summoner 13. Gemini Summoner 14. Gemini Summoner 15. Double Summon 16. Double Summon 17. Mystical Space Typhoon 18. Heavy Storm 19. Herculean Power 20. Symbols of Duty 21. Symbols of Duty 22. Supervise 23. Unleash Your Power 24. Cry Havoc! 25. Gemini Booster 26. Gemini Booster 27. Birthright 28. Gemini Counter 29. Gemini Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide Black Brutdrago Black Brutdrago Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Mirror Force Supervise Gemini Trap Hole Educator Chevalier Tuned Magician Unleash Your Power Birthright Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide Dark Valkyrie Ancient Gear Knight Tuned Magician Future Samurai Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Gemini Counter Stats:1300 Life Points Field:{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|BB|-|--|-|F|-|-[/table]F=FacedownBB=Black Brutdrago ATK (3000) (Anyway, I'm going to go to sleep now. I guess I'll finish this later. Good night for now.) Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Camus the Shadow Monarch Dimension Jar Golden Homunculus Chaos End Deck: 46 cards (47 prior to Draw Phase.). Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. Asura Priest 10. Gellenduo 11. Kaiser Seahorse 12. Banisher of the Light 13. Banisher of the Light 14. Cyber Valley 15. Cyber Valley 16. D.D. Assailant 17. Gren Meiji The Eliza 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. Chaos Sorcerer 20. The End of Anubis 21. Darkknight Pariah 22. Breaker the Magical Warrior 23. D.D. Survivor 24. D.D. Survivor 25. D.D. Scout Plane 26. Strike Ninja 27. Necroface 28. A Cat of Ill Omen 29. Dimension Jar 30. Chaos Greed 31. Chaos Greed 32. Soul Release 33. Different Dimension Capsule 34. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 35. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 36. D.D. Borderline 37. Dimensional Fissure 38. Swords of Revealing Light 39. Swords of Concealing Light 40. Big Burn 41. Macro Cosmos 42. Macro Cosmos 43. Dimensional Prison 44. Dimensional Prison 45. Mirror Force 46. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Gelled Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Strike Ninja Face Downs: Stats: 5800 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- DDS - - -- - - - -[/table]"SIGH. Draw."(1d47)[18](18) Spoiler Hide Hand: 2 Spoiler Hide Dimension Jar Chaos End Deck: 46 cards (47 prior to Draw Phase.). Spoiler Hide 1. Arcana Force XXI - The World 2. Neo-Parsath the Sky Paladin 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Helios Duo Meniscus 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. Asura Priest 10. Gellenduo 11. Kaiser Seahorse 12. Banisher of the Light 13. Banisher of the Light 14. Cyber Valley 15. Cyber Valley 16. D.D. Assailant 17. Gren Meiji The Eliza 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. The End of Anubis 20. Darkknight Pariah 21. Breaker the Magical Warrior 22. D.D. Survivor 23. D.D. Survivor 24. D.D. Scout Plane 25. Strike Ninja 26. Necroface 27. A Cat of Ill Omen 28. Dimension Jar 29. Chaos Greed 30. Chaos Greed 31. Soul Release 32. Different Dimension Capsule 33. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 34. D.D.R. - Different Dimension Reincarnation 35. D.D. Borderline 36. Dimensional Fissure 37. Swords of Revealing Light 38. Swords of Concealing Light 39. Big Burn 40. Macro Cosmos 41. Macro Cosmos 42. Dimensional Prison 43. Dimensional Prison 44. Mirror Force 45. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Dimensional Prison Kazoo the Soul Eater Chaos rider Gustaf Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Strike Ninja Gelled Face Downs: Stats: 5800 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- DDS CS GH -- - - - -[/table]"Did you draw a good card? Or did you draw a card that's evil? I know you like evil things." Malevolos looks at his hand, then at what he drew. And then he starts laughing maniacally. "HAHAHA!!!! YOU'RE EXPLETIVE-ING DOOMED, MEATBALL!!" Benevolos looks at what he drew."Oh, my. I hate to say it, but I kinda agree." She says rather seriously. Although having no expression, her voice is the only indicator, and her angelic like tone of speaking makes it difficult to be sure if she IS serious. Either way, Malevolent then separates himself from Benevolent, and begins using telekinesis to play, making the Duel Disk glow pitch dark black."FIRST, I SACRIFICE D.D. SURVIVOR FOR GOLDEN HOMUNCULUS!!" A massive golden creature appears on the field, it's hulking mass quickly increasing (It gets +300 ATK & DEF for every one of my RFG monsters.)."AND NOW: Gelled and D.D. Survivor: REMOVE YOUR CORPSES FROM MY GRAVEYARD!!" The souls of 2 fairies are seen being dragged into a portal are seen, screaming all the way. From the half of the body she has control of, Benevolent watches the fairies, and waves to them." Sorry, Gelled.""AND D.D. SURVIVOR, BEGONE, AND RETURN!!" D.D. Survivor is seen fairing the same fate as Gelled, but moments after entering the portal, a new one opens up, and D. D Survivor jumps out of it, landing on the ground, covered in sparks of interdimensional energy."NOW, CHAOS SORCERER: COME FORTH!!! AND, BENEVOLENT, JOIN ME!!" Benevolos eagerly flies over." Hooray, my favorite part!!" After the Chaos Sorcerer appears, the two spirits, Benevolent and Malevolent separate, and fly towards the field, then re-merge, both entering the Chaos Sorcerer's body. The two, having possessed Chaos Sorcerer, proceed to speak from the same mouth, and in unison, the level of devilishness and holiness in their voice fluctuating in various amounts as they speak together, and as one."NOW, LET COMBINE OVERPOWERS TO RID OF US OUR ENEMIES!!CHAOS BLAST!" A massive multicolored orb appears between the Sorcerer's Hands, and is fired at Black Blutdrago, and upon impact, envelops the dragon, then collapses on itself, the dragon disappearing with it."NOW:GOLDEN HOMUNCULUSANDD. D. SURVIVOR:ATTACK, ANDDEFEATHIM!!" They say, screaming their command in unison. D.D. Survivor, then rushes, and leaps up, and smashes its metallic fist against Phillip, dark energy exploding around the point of impact. It is quickly followed by Golden Homunculus, at this point, it's arm the size of a tower, throwing an enormous punch that shatters the very ground around it. After a few seconds having passed, they speak once more." I think we've won." They say quite decisively and quite seriously, still speaking out of Chaos Sorcerer's mouth.(Unless your Face-Down has something to say, that's game.) (thanks for ending that streak, now my friend can't make a comeback tour to defeat me HAH!) He staggers back to his feet and brushes himself off, hiding the broken ribs. Nice duel... I think you had a BIT too many monsters though. You never seemed to play a single magic or trap card. Now then, I'll be off. He walks off, still hiding the pain. (Good game, Sir Bedevil.) Benevolos and Malevolent then separate, as Chaos Sorcerer fades away." It was a fun duel. But in our defense, we DID play a Trap Card."" Yes, Dimensional Prison. I quite enjoyed activating that."(On another note, I think a copy ofSuperalloy Beast Raptinusin your Fusion/Extra Deck might help.)

Yu-Gi-Oh! PbP Exhibition_ Sir Bedevere vs. Raykura (WITH SCIENCE!)|rating:3.0

Heir to the Throne (AngelOfDarkness & shooter6806)

“Hold your tongue, slut!” The epithet rolled easily off his tongue, something that had taken weeks to get used to. The courteous, almost fawning airs that had characterized his manner before had given way to naked brutality and contempt for those who were now his subjects. Only a few trusted subordinates were spared his verbal wrath, and even they were careful how they behaved in his presence. Brennick, now the self-styled Lord Protector of Canova, looked down from the throne he had usurped and regarded the girl who was the current object of his disdain. How the mighty had fallen, he thought. Hardly out of her teens, she had been the flower of the ruling house, the princess royal of the kingdom. Now her parents’ bodies, along with her brother’s, were rotting skeletons still hanging from the gibbets outside the palace gates. And she, the lovely Princess Avalon, was a serving wench and bed warmer for the men she had trusted with her life. He had intended for her to die with the rest of her family, victims of the bodyguards who had kept her safe all her life and who he had turned into his own instruments through sorcery. The others had been easy. The men who had sworn their lives to defend their rulers now became their murderers. All but her. Her bodyguards had seen another purpose, one just as dark but more insidious. They used her, taking her virtue one after the other, then forcing her to wait on them at table while they pawed and groped and slapped….. Renwick had at first been enraged that his orders had been ignored, but the sight of the half-dressed, sobbing princess had changed his mind. This was the perfect end to the family he had grown to hate. Not in death, as ignominious as the others’ had been. But in debasement and torture of the most cruel and sadistic kind. He had fancied her for a brief time, but had not used her himself. Increase would not approve, and while she was beholden to him and not the reverse, he wanted to keep his enchantress if not happy, then at least not angry. He let the men Avalon trusted rape her and use her as their plaything. If she died, no matter. Until now. Mors had returned. And the young commander of Canova’s most elite fighting force had to be handled….. Carefully. While Renwick did not doubt his ability to hold power here, the army would present a formidable opponent if roused. More was popular and successful, and if he could be swayed to support the Lord Protector personally, things would go much more smoothly. The girl would be the tool. She would service More, please him, and he would know that Renwick had gifted her to him. A soldier had needs, after all, and this would satisfy several of them. He looked at the sobbing girl and then nodded to two of the guards. “Clean her up and take her to Captain More,” he said. Then his gaze returned to Avalon. “And you, slut,” he said, savoring the word once again, “make sure he enjoys himself, or you will envy the fate of your family.” _______________________________________Garret More splashed water over his face and hair, sluicing away the dust of travel. He looked up into the mirror over the bathroom sink and regarded his severe features. His face was clean-shaven, framed by dark brown hair. His eyes were a rich brown. He lifted the towel and dried his hair, wondering why he had been summoned here now, of all times. The campaign against neighboring Friesland was going well, and now was not the time he wanted to be away from the front lines. The summons from Renwick had come immediately after another victory against the enemy knights. Garret had wanted to pursue and destroy the defeated adversary, but now he had to forego that opportunity and order his men to consolidate their gains and wait for his return. He finished drying and turned at the sound of a knock at the door. “Enter,” he called. The door opened and two of Renwick’s bodyguards entered, pushing a young woman in front of them. She was very attractive and provocatively dressed, and Garret found her somehow….. Familiar. He couldn’t place who she was or where he had seen her. One of the guards spoke. “Compliments of the Lord Protector, Captain,” he said, pushing the girl toward Garret. “Let us know if she fails to please you.” The guards saluted and left, closing the door behind them. Garret looked at her, still trying to remember where he had seen this girl before. He settled for pouring two glasses of wine from the bottle on the table and holding one out to her. “So,” he said, “the first thing you can do to please me is tell me your name.” It all happened in a flash, her whole life came crashing down in an instant. One moment she is studying with her brother on the laws of the kingdom, then the next she was being separated from her family. She was made to watch their deaths and her sobs were ignored. Her bright emerald green eyes had faded while she screamed for her family. Brennick had made her go from the most prized possession for any suitor in kingdoms far and wide, to a plaything for his men. She wasn't even treated as a human anymore, more as a slave or pet. She had no say in her life, even less than when her father was strict over her learning. Furthermore, she tried to hide from the men for a while and due to this the first time she was used it was painful, due to the man being angry. Each time after that for a week was violent and brutal, she received injuries galore. Beaten physically, whipped and slashed she endured. Worked constantly to do chores and work around the castle, being raped whenever they wanted. There were days and nights she had no time to eat or sleep. As time went on she couldn't sleep due to fear of rape or a beating. While they dragged Avalon to Captain More room they gripped her arms tight, she was too weak to resist them. Her tattered dress was covering the places to give her what little dignity she had left. She was being given to this man for what reason she didn't know. Once in his room the guards threw her to the floor, she landed on hard on the floor and one guard stepped up to her and kicked her in the back “Behave for him and please him better than you us.” A little whimper of pain came from her as she tried not to cry. If she had slept normally and eaten more than scraps of food, she would be fully attractive. Avalyn sat up off the floor and glanced up the captain. Seeing him reaching out for her, she thought he was going to hit her, she flinched and scooted back away from him. “Please I will do anything you wish” She reached up in a defensive way with her hand, the sleeve on her dress fell back down her arm, revealing the scars wounds and bruises on her arm. She looked at him with a look of utter fear on her face “Please just do not hit me I beg you” Moving back up against a wall she leaned against it and looked to him again “My name is Avalon sir” When she said the name his first reaction was mild amusement. He turned and set her glass on the table, taking a sip of his own with a smile. “That was the name of the princess,” he said ruefully. “Too bad, really….” The thought of the royal family who had betrayed not just their people, but their own humanity gave him a pang. He had not known them well, but they had seemed decent enough. A shame that they had given themselves to the dark powers and had forced the Lord Protector to take action…. Garret turned and looked at the girl. The amusement drained from him slowly as he took in her facial features. She was gaunt, almost starving. Her expression was one of abject terror. It was not natural in that face. He realized that he recognized her. She did not simply share the name of the first daughter of the realm. The girl in front of him was Princess Avalon. He had last seen her several years ago, on one of his infrequent trips to report on the progress of the border wars. He recalled the day well. Furthermore, he had been a young subaltern, commanding one of the newly-formed detachments that he and his fellow officers knew would transform the face of warfare. The mounted knight would be a thing of the past, giving way to a professional force of trained soldiers. Chivalry was well and good, but had served as a motivation to oppress the common folk for too long. Now the power would be in the hands of those who worked for it, not the idle rich. The king had seemed to agree with this, and had welcomed Garret and his fellows and listened to their ideas. He remembered this girl, still in her teens then, hovering in the background but listening with apparent interest to the discussion. There was no doubt. It was her. Older, her calm self-assurance replaced by subservience born out of fear. But the wench brought for his pleasure was the Princess Avalon herself. He tossed off the wine in the glass, poured himself another and downed it as well, then looked at her. He had thought her dead, along with the others. The crimes they were accused of…..“What happened, your…..” He had almost called her “Your Highness.” He shook his head again to clear it. “Why did you betray us, why consort with demons?” He took the other glass and held it out for her. “I won’t hit you, as long as you tell me the truth, and as long as I detect no sorcery from you. If I do, you will not live to finish the spell you weave.” Avalon looked to the glass and shook her head, afraid it was poisoned or he himself has cast a spell on the wine. As per normal she started shaking in fear, she was constantly afraid of everyone around her, losing trust in any human thanks to Renwick. The bodyguards she had trusted most of her life had turned on her and her family. Everyone believed Renwick as to the story of what happened to her family. In her mind she isn't a royal anymore, nor a human, just a toy shared around between all the dogs that are the guards. She recognized this man from her younger days, he must have gone away on a mission. He can't have known her too well to threaten her if she used sorcery he would end her life. The constant fear rushing through her body, the lack of sleep and food were ruining her organs and brain function. As she sat on the floor her head fell forward momentarily as her body tried to sleep. Normally if she did this around any of the guards she would be physically assaulted. After all this time she was surprised she had not fallen pregnant, although due to all the abuse it would be hard for her carry a child to term. After regaining consciousness she scooted back across the floor and leaned against a wall, she pulled her legs up to her body and wrapped her arms around them. Avalon thought of the day her family was killed, the horror she was forced to watch, swallowing down as a tear ran down her cheek. “We betrayed you? We consort with demons? The demon I know of is Renwick. He is the one who will weave a spell on you. He did to the men who had watched over us most of our lives.” Another tear ran down her cheek “Two of my mother's bodyguards slid her throat open more than once. It took four men to take my father down, they had beheaded him. And my brother …. They used horses to rip him apart.”“We did not consort with demons unless you count Renwick. And now … I everyday wish for death. Every day is torture. Being beaten and kicked and raped endlessly …. I would rather die. I actually once tried to hang myself and Renwick had me saved, and I had to live in the dungeon for several days as punishment.” By now her face was tear stained while she stared at the floor. Garret heard the girl’s words, at first not believing them. He had known the king only slightly, the rest of the royal family not at all. He had been stunned by the official pronouncement issued by Renwick. It had been the justification for the takeover, and he had no reason to doubt it. On the frontier, facing the enemy as he did, there had been more immediate concerns. Now, however, the reality of what had happened could not be ignored. It was a fact that she was Princess Avalon. That she had been abused as she obviously had been a shock. There had always been no shortage of courtesans in the palace, but they were willing and generally well cared-for. This girl was a slave, being exploited in ways that would earn severe punishment for any of his troops that lowered themselves so. And she had been given to him by the express order of the man who now ruled….. He made sure she was watching him and took another sip of his wine, then handed his glass to her. “No poison,” he said. He studied her closely. Her eyes held a haunted look, and fear battled fatigue in them. She was no longer the poised, attractive girl he remembered. But he sensed something, a spark inside her that had not been totally stamped out. While she seemed broken, it might be possible to bring her back. He walked to the door and threw the bolt to lock it, ensuring that no one would disturb them. He hesitated for a moment, then held out his hand to her. “Your highness,” he said, “come and sit. For now, at least, no one will hurt you. But I must know what happened here.” As she looked up her hand reached up and pulled the collar around her neck, to give her some room. Renwick had put it on her when he first took over, it was wide brown leather with metal loop in the back for being attached to a chain. Whenever the collar became looser Renwick would have it tightened. The guards liked her having a collar, it was something to hold onto to hold her still. Avalyn shook her head “No that it is …. For guests and important people. I have a bucket in the stable I am allowed to drink from.” Looking down and rubbing her forehead, feeling highly embarrassed of her current life. She knew her bed was still there, in her room the way it was left when her family had been killed. She covered her face with her hands a sobbed silently, missing her parents and brother. Her head rose up a bit and she wiped her eyes. “What happened? I do not know for sure sir. Renwick knows black magic, or of it. Somehow he turned all the guards against us. It happened so suddenly, my brother and I were talking to a guard and in an instant he turned and tried to … stab my brother. We fled to find our parents, we were all rounded up and taken to the throne room. I hate going in there now because in there … is where he …. Had them killed.” She was starting to cry again. My mother's loyal bodyguards …. They repeated slit her throat open.” The look on her face was of horror as she relived this “Four of them were trying to subdue my father, but they managed to behead him. They had tied an arm and a leg to four horses, I was taken outside … and was made to watch while … they have torn my brother apart.” Her head dropped to her hand while she sobbed again, still leaning against the wall sitting on the floor. “That was when it started. The two guards that were holding me were meant to take me to the dungeon … they took turns at holding me down. I lost my voice that day from screaming. Renwick was mad at first that they hadn't killed me, but he seems happy now that I am getting my punishment.”“You can believe what you want. None of the guards care anymore, they just do what they want.” She looked around his room, a bucket catching her eye. She crawled over thinking she could drink from it, finding a scrubbing brush in it, she sighed. Pulling out the brush before leaning in to lap up some dirty water much like a dog, then she dipped the brush back in and looked at the floor about to start scrubbing it. Garret listened as she told her tale, his face a mask that hid first the horror at what he heard, then the growing rage as he realized the deception that had been orchestrated and the depth of the evil it concealed. He watched as she drank from the cleaning bucket. That single act more than anything else he had seen or heard convinced him that she was telling the truth. And that meant…… A thousand thoughts ranged through his mind in a brief instant. The first impulses to act immediately were tempered by the realization that whatever initial success he achieved would be squashed immediately. He would be alone, against the entire household guard and whatever supernatural allies Renwick could conjure. He had not brought any of his loyal soldiers with him. Furthermore, he had not thought they would be needed. Now that they were, it was too late to second-guess his decision. His mind immediately reverted to the cold tactical analysis that had brought him success on so many battlefields. If he could not win the day here and now, his only choice was to survive to fight another day. And that meant taking Avalon with him. He also saw that gaining her trust would not be easy. Only a few short weeks of brutal abuse had broken her. Beyond repair? He hoped not. But he knew he had to try, and he had to start now. In a single swift motion he crossed the room to her while drawing the dagger from its sheath on his belt. Before she could react, the razor-sharp steel had sliced through the leather collar she wore, and he pulled it from her neck, tossing it to the floor without a word. His skill with the weapon was such that the skin of her neck had not been touched by the blade. One hand slid the dagger back into the sheath while his other took her upper arm and pulled her first upright, then to the bed where he pushed her to sit, his manner gentle but firm. Her attempts to struggle were no match for his strength and his resolve, and when she started to speak he motioned her to silence.“I will help you, Princess,” he told her, his voice held even despite the anger that now filled him. “Renwick has given you to me, and we’ll use that to get you out of here. First, however,” he held the wine glass to her lips, “you need a drink to calm you, and then rest in a bed.” He waited for her to sip the wine, then drank himself and helped her to lie down. “Sleep, your highness,” he whispered to her, “and know that your nightmare is almost over.” His voice lowered and gained an edge of hardness that reflected his mood. “I will protect you with my life.” Avalon wiped her face clean of water as she scrubbed the floor. Not noticing Garret move until he was right next to her, gasping and as she leaned away from him, he pulled the collar off her. Glancing at the lump of leather on the floor speechless as he slid his dagger away from sight. Her heart skipped, and her eyes filled with hope of freedom, just from having the collar off her neck. Reaching up to her neck to feel the skin, her bearskin was slightly raw and sore to touch. Taken by surprise when he grabbed her arm and stood her up, looking at him while being walked to the bed. Seeing the bed and feeling his firm grip, her heart sank, and she had an expression of sadness. From experiences in the last few months, she could only think of one possibility of what was going to happen. This man was going to lay her down on the bed and yet again she would be raped for his pleasure. Sitting on the bed trying not to look at him to distance herself from what she thought was going to happen. Her eyes close, and small tiny whimper escaped before he had spoken. Hearing what he said she opened her eyes and looked up to him, a look of shock on her face. The feeling of utter sadness lifted off her, though she was still weary of him. Was this all a trick she was wondering to herself, even after he took her collar off. This time she took a sip of the wine from the goblet, staring at him the entire time, hoping she was able to move fast if he was about to attack her. Avalyn laid down on the bed as he helped her, glancing over her shoulder at him. What was going on? After this long someone finally believed that her family wasn't in the wrong nor magic. After this long someone wasn't wanting to take advantage of her, or hurt her. He was wanting to help her gain her freedom. He wanted her to sleep to rest to gain back some energy. How could he protect her around the other men and Renwick, while he had to protect himself? The night may have gone on, but she had a lot of rolling around in her mind and she didn't sleep much, she rested, but no sleep did she get. To add to that she was still untrusting that he wouldn't attack her, staying awake was the only way she knew to protect herself. Garret was dozing in the chair beside the bed when the there was a knock at the door. He awakened instantly, and his hand moved to the dagger at his belt. It was still full dark, and the only light in the room was the glow from the fireplace. Avalon was on the bed, seemingly asleep. He rose and walked to the door, opening it with his hand on the dagger hilt. A single page stood outside, bowing when the door opened. “Honored Captain, Lord Renwick craves your presence to discuss the conduct of the war. With your permission, I will lead you to the conference room.” Garret glanced back at the girl on the bed, then nodded to the page. “Lead on,” he said, closing the door behind him. Avalon did not need any more disturbance tonight. The page nodded and led Garret through the quiet halls of the fortress, deserted at this time of night. The conference room was likewise empty save for one man sitting at the head of the large wooden table. Maps covered the walls, and Garret noted one that showed the deployments of his own forces. Then his attention turned to the man. Brennick. He was not impressive, not one who inspired fear. A thin face, short dark hair and a trimmed goatee. It was the eyes that held Garret’s attention. Blue, almost glowing. Unnatural. And then his voice. Quiet, compelling, forceful without volume. He stood and smiled as Garret entered. “Welcome, Captain,” that voice intoned. “Let us discuss your campaign. I want your thoughts as to how we can bring it to victory…..” _____________________________________________They had waited over an hour after Garret left. Long enough for the bitch to fall asleep. Now it was their turn. They had watched while her former bodyguards got to take her, over and over, not letting anyone else have any fun with her. And now she had been given to this soldier, and they were left out again. No way. They rushed through the door and were on her in an instant. One pulled her up and held her arms behind her while the other ripped open the ragged dress she wore, exposing her body to him. They would take turns, and would remind her who was in charge now. He grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard, wanting to hear her scream. His other hand slapped her face, then took her chin and shook it as his face moved close to hers. “You’re mine, little bitch,” he whispered. “If you don’t make me happy, I’ll slit you.” His hand moved to her crotch, his fingers entering her. “Right here, I’ll slit you.” He spat in her face, wanting her to know that she was beneath him. Avalon had finally fallen asleep when she was so suddenly woken up and hauled out of bed. There was enough light from the fireplace she could tell this was not Garret. Gasping when he squeezed her breast, trying to free her arms from the other man's grip. When she heard him calling her a bitch her heart shattered all over again. She whimpered even before threatened to hurt her, her bottom lip was trembling in fear. Garret had promised she'd be safe, and now she was being threatened again. As he spat on her, she stepped back into the second man, trying to keep tears out of her eyes. The second man turned her towards the bed and made her lean over, so her head was on the side of the bed. The first man positioned himself behind her and pushed his pants down to the floor. While the second held her hands on her back the first proceeded to rape her roughly, reaching forward and pulling at her hair. After the first had finished he stepped away from her, pulling is pants back up and looking at her, he decided she could do with another lesson, he punched her in the side with a great force. His friend laughed as she fell to her knees breathless from the punch. Now it was his turn he picked her up off the floor and pushed her onto the bed. Taking his belt off his pants fell off by themselves, he climbed onto the bed while she lay on her stomach and knelt over her legs. Leaning forward he wrapped his belt around her throat and positioned himself up close to her bottom. As he pushed himself into her, he pulled tight on the belt. Avalon gasped for breath while he had his fun with her, pulling at the belt, but he had it too tight for her to get a grip on it. Garret walked back to his room, his mind trying to digest all that he had seen and heard. The Lord Protector had plans, truly grand ones, and the young captain was at once amazed and dismayed by them. Brought to fruition, they would consign Canova to endless wars of conquest. Victory would indeed make them masters of the world, but at what cost? As he approached the door to his suite he heard noises from within, the unmistakable sounds of a struggle. In a single swift motion he pushed the door open, strode through, and drew the sword from its scabbard on his belt. The tableau confronting him was enough to shock him, and there was no mistaking what had happened. Avalon on the bed, her clothing shredded, crying and gasping for breath as she was raped from behind. Garret realized that he had to be decisive now. The damage done to Avalon’s trust for him would be impossible to repair if he let this violation go unpunished, or if he waited to act. He controlled his anger, deciding instead to play these mice cruelly.“Hey, kids,” he said with a smile on his face. The two guards turned toward him, the rapist releasing Avalon. They both started to reach down to pull their breeches up, and Garret quickly motioned with the sword for them to stop. “Looks like I caught you boys with your pants down. Sorry about that.” He looked at the princess, who was watching him with fear in her eyes. He nodded to her, then his eyes moved back to the two guards standing over her.“You know who I am?” he said, the smile never leaving his face. The men nodded. One of them said, “Yes, sir, Captain More.” Garret’s smile broadened. “Good. Now tell me who this young lady is.” The guards looked at each other, then the one who had spoken said, “She’s Avalon, sir.”“Ah,” Garret nodded. “You mean Her Highness, the Princess Avalon?” There was an uncomfortable silence, then Garret fixed his gaze on the guard who had spoken. “Why don’t you explain exactly what you two are doing here,” he said in a light, yet menacing tone. Avalon had recovered slightly and was now watching him. Still fearful, but he hoped to do something about that presently. The guard began speaking, “Sir, we’re sorry if we took some liberties with your wench. No one told us she was yours. She often misbehaves and has to be punished. We had the best of intentions…..” He was interrupted by Garret’s sword, which lashed out almost too fast to be visible. Its razor-sharp blade sliced through the other guard’s neck. The corpse stood unmoving for a moment, then collapsed beside the bed, blood spurting from the stump of his neck. The guard’s head rolled toward the fireplace, stopping just close enough for the long, scraggly hair to begin to singe from the heat. The guard who had been speaking stared open-mouthed at his companion’s body, realizing now what was in store for him. Garret’s gaze had never left the guard who was talking. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I break your concentration?” he asked. “I didn’t mean to do that. Please, continue. You were saying something about, ‘best intentions?’” The guard looked in horror from Garret to the sword to the body to the head, saying nothing. The terror in his face was a mirror of what Garret had seen in Avalon. Perfect.“Oh, you were finished?” Garret said. “Well allow me to retort.” He advanced on the hapless guard, the point of the sword touching the man’s nose. “I think that the Princess deserves an apology from you. A very heartfelt and moving apology.” The sword flashed downward, poised at the base of the guard’s genitals. “Don’t you agree?” The guard, whose penis was still slick with liquid from his rape of Avalon, was frozen in fear. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out. He was used to bullying peasants and raping any woman who he fancied. Being confronted like this was not what he had expected. And the terror he felt would be the last emotion he experienced. Garret’s smile was tight. “Too slow.” He pushed the sword forward, neatly severing the guard’s genitals which dropped between his feet in front of the bunched-up breeches. The man opened his mouth to scream in agony, but Garret again was faster. The privates were joined on the floor by the man’s head, and the body fell backwards, bumping off of the table as it went. Garret sheathed the sword and pulled Avalon up, yanking the soiled covers off the bed and sitting her gently down on it. “My apologies, Your Highness,” he said. “I should have been more careful.” He reached out and picked up a robe that lay on the bed and draped it around her shoulders, covering her nudity. Then he knelt in front of her. “I mean to end this insanity, but I need to get you away from here. You must trust me. From now on you do not leave my side for any reason. This will not happen again.” By the time he had moved to sit on the edge of the bed, the look on her face had gone from fear to blank. Her hands were in her lap and she would blink slowly. There was silence for a few moments before Avalon looked into Garret's eyes, a single tear ran down her cheek. “It does not matter, they have forgotten my name and who I was. The horses are treated better than I am. You can do what you want I really can not fight anymore. I have no reason to be alive anymore. I have no family. Everything I do causes me to be punished.” Avalyn's bottom lip was quivering as she slid off the side of the bed to the floor. Her legs were right up against her body and her head fell forward onto her knees. The sound of the belt clinking could be heard, as she hit the floor. “I do not feel human anymore.” She hadn't said she didn't trust him nor that she did trust him, but due to him punishing those who were harming her, she felt less in danger with him. It would be nice for someone to actually care about her and want to help her out of her personal hell. The attacks and rapes on her were getting more and more brutal as the days went on. She had been free of the collar mere hours before another one was used to choke her. The guard had no care for her to let her breath while he used her for his pleasure. She breathed in trying not to sob in front of Garret, not wanting to cause a fuss of anything. She reached up and loosened the belt “Please s … s... is … sir may I please take this off?” Still sitting in a ball not looking at him, she waited for permission to take off the belt of her attacker. He realized that as long as she was here nothing he did would pull her free from the horror she was living. His mind was racing again after the intense focus he had experienced when dealing with the rapists. He forced himself to concentrate. Renwick’s plans, his vision of Canova as ruler of the world, with him in control of all….. The lie, apparent now, of the royal family’s consorting with the dark….. The brutal fact of how the Princess was treated….. She was right, the horses in the stable were given more consideration. And that fact told him that there was more than simple opportunism at work here. The palace guards had been loyal, well-treated, skilled soldiers who took their jobs seriously. These men, the ones who had violated Avalon, were different. They were common thugs. Renwick had replaced the highly-trained retainers in the palace with criminals. They were not behaving badly. They were doing what came naturally. And Renwick obviously encouraged them…… Garret was no saint. He had killed many men without remorse, and had used women for pleasure as he needed. But he had respect for the acknowledged rulers of his land, and to have them murdered for a lie, and the sole survivor treated worse than a common harlot…. The sole survivor….. His focus returned. Garret’s troops were loyal to Canova, but more importantly they were loyal to HIM. If he could spirit this girl out of the castle, get her to safety with his army, then…. Then what? Revolt against the Lord Protector? He looked into Avalon’s eyes, seeing no hint of the mischievous, attractive girl he had once encountered. Before anything, she had to be brought back to herself. And he could not do that here….. In a single motion he pulled the dead guard’s belt from Avalon’s neck and tossed it aside. Without a word he moved to grasp the single pack he had brought inside, then reached down and pulled the Princess to her feet. “We’re leaving, your Highness,” he said calmly. “Stay beside me and say nothing to anyone.” He walked to the door, keeping her arm firmly in his grasp. The robe covered her, and he took the time to tie it closed. He had no clothes that would fit her, but that was a problem for later….. He opened the door and walked quickly down the hallway to the broad staircase that led down to the kitchens, the refectory, and the stables. It was late, and the only sounds came from the kitchen where cooks were still working. The stables were deserted. Garret pulled Avalon into the stall where his horse was waiting. He saddled the beast with a practiced hand and made sure his bags were secured to the pack horse in the next stall. He mounted the horse and pulled Avalon up to sit behind him, then grabbed the reins of the pack horse and tied them to the pommel of his saddle. “Hold tight,” he whispered to her, making sure her arms were around his waist. Now if he could bluff his way out the gate…… Avalon didn't acknowledge him when he looked into her eyes, they were blank and lacked expression. Her eyes didn't move when he pulled off the belt or stood up, nor did her body change in its position. She sat as if she was a shell of a position. She was tired from the attack and from the months leading up to this point. Garret had been trying to let her sleep, and it wasn't his fault that the guards had come into his room. She was about to drift off to sleep again when she was abruptly pulled up to her feet. Looking at him in wonders of what was going to happen now. Hearing his words were like hearing an angel sing, but it was unbelievable. Having tried to run away several times and being dragged back to face punishment and more brutality, she couldn't believe leaving the castle and its grounds was going to happen. Looking at him with a mixed expression of hope and disbelief. Being in no position to argue or challenge him she followed behind him to the door. Her eyes watched him intently while he reached over to tie up her robe, her hair fell off her shoulders and over her face. Following him her footsteps were unheard as she was light in body weight, as well as her graceful movements. Going past the kitchen with the cooks working away, she looked back at the doorway, seeing steam. Her head lowered as she remembered an attack in there where a saddle was used to subdue her, touching her face where she was hit. Avalyn hesitated as she entered the stables, looking around and remembering everything that had gone on in this building. Going into the stall with Garret she stood and watched him saddle his horse. When he went to saddle his pack horse she looked to one side and gulped down, backing up against the wall. Seeing marks where she'd clawed at the wooden walls dividing the stalls, while she was attacked in here. She was starting to breath heavier as she was beginning to panic, suddenly jerked out of it as she was pulled onto his horse. As they left and went towards the gate she leaned forward on him resting her head on his back. The robe covering her and her hair covering most of her face. They had galloped for several miles before he was sure that they were not being pursued. Then he had let the horses trot along the well-traveled road. Once he felt certain that their tracks were intermingled with others he looked for one of the many small trails that led off north or south from the road. He took one at random, stopping only once to dust away the obvious tracks of his horse and the following pack animal. Avalon seemed still in shock, but accepted his instructions and did not fight him. That was enough for now. Up, up into the hills. He drove the horses far from traveled paths, away from any normal thoroughfare. He needed time. Time to think, and time to bring her back to herself. She was beaten, destroyed, and he had to rebuild her into a woman who could not just fend for herself. He needed a queen. She had to be able to rouse the spirits of fighting men and motivate them to kill and die for her. She was far from that at the moment. It was his job to change that. He reckoned it at just past midnight when he found a place to stop for the night. He helped Avalon down, then hobbled the horses and started a small fire. Furthermore, he sat beside her and offered her a drink from the flask that he carried. “Let it out, your Highness,” he said. “You are free now. No one will molest you ever again. You can let your feelings out.” His hand moved to hold hers, a gesture of affection, but also one of trust. She was all that remained of the kingdom he served. He was committed to restoring it, and she was his only hope. Just as he seemed to be hers. Avalon hardly moved during the trip, her grip would tighten on his sides every so often and her heart would beat faster. When she heard a noise she thought it was one of Renwick's men coming after them. While they were traveling up the many hills she managed to nod off for a little bit, until they reached their destination for the night. Holding onto his shoulders as he helped her down off the horse, looking into his eyes as she stood there. The corner of her mouth curled as a smile started to appear on her face, but just as fast it started it stopped, and her head hung down. “Sorry I didn't mean to … I am just sorry.” While he lit the fire Avalon sat down on the ground and pulled her legs up to her body, looking around to see if anyone had followed them. Her mind was running a million miles an hour while she thought about her past behind this point. Her happy childhood where she was full of life, when she was grown a bit more learning of protocols, and then when hell rained down on her home, and it became her prison. Looking over and watching Garret as he sat down next to her. Was he really trying to help her or was this where her life would end? As he sat down she went back to staring at the ground in front of her. Then he spoke to her telling her to let it out. Let what out? The amount of sadness inside her would mean she'd cry a river. Along with anger that any human could be treated as she was let alone one that was in her position. The hurt and pain of losing her family, the only people that loved her unconditionally, though the villagers loved her too. When he placed his hand on hers she didn't flinch nor did she think he was going to use her. She could sense he wasn't like other men she had been around. Most other men had rough hands they were smelly and would touch her like they'd touch with NI disregard for her wishes or wellbeing. Garret's touch was soft and gentle, the thought she had as he sat down was forgotten. Avalon leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder as a sign she was trusting him. Garret awakened with the first light of dawn, surprised that not only had he slept so soundly but that Avalon had fallen asleep in his arms. The one blanket he had brought covered them both, and he held her without moving for a moment, not wanting to disturb what was probably the first peaceful sleep she had gotten in a long while. The morning chill caused his breath to mist in front of his face. He wanted to put distance between them and the city today, so after blinking the sleep from his eyes he gently disentangled himself from the princess and knelt beside her, covering her again so she would stay warm while he stoked the fire. He kept the fire small, just enough to boil water for tea. They would eat in the saddle. When the warm drink was ready he moved back and sat beside the sleeping girl. He didn’t want to frighten her, after all she had been through. He debated a soft touch on her shoulder, but then realized that she had been grabbed there often enough that it would bring back unpleasant memories. Furthermore, he settled for stroking her cheek with a single finger, his touch enough to wake her but not so hard as to be a threat. “Good morning, your highness,” he said softly as her eyes fluttered. “Don’t be afraid. No one will hurt you. I have tea for you, and then we need to be away.” Avalon could feel the touch on her face, it wasn't a touch she had felt since her parents were murdered. She knew she wasn't at the palace, the touch was too gentle and soft and caring. Her eyes fluttered open and after letting her eyes focus she looked at some of her surroundings. Then her eyes moved up to Garret who was still stroking her cheek. Her cheeks warmed up as she blushed, and a smile started to appear on her face. The princess moved and sat up, pulling the blanket around her as it was still a bit chilly on her. Taking hold of the tea she drank it slowly as it was hotter than anything she'd had to eat or drink in a long while. “Thank you for this.” Her head went to move up but stopped before eye contact was made. The sleep she had had given her some more energy than she had before, she was still tired though. “Where are we going?” not that she cared as long as she wasn't experiencing the past few months she was happy. Her mind went back a few minutes to Garret's touch. This man was bigger than most of the men in the castle and yet his touch was the complete opposite to them. There were no undertones of wanting to harm her, it was all gentle and caring. There was no way he would harm her, she remembered him being a guard and soldier when her father was alive, when she was younger. She had to trust someone, or she'd get nowhere, and he hadn't done anything to do her wrong this far. They rode together on his horse, the smaller pack-horse following behind. Garret’s forces had fought in this region several years before, and he remembered all the little-known paths that would lead them away from the city and the wrath of Renwick. Although the dried fruits and way bread he carried were not his idea of appetizing fare, Avalon seemed to like them. He realized with a shudder that the abuse she had suffered went far beyond rape. When they stopped for a rest he noticed that her face seemed less drawn. Her eyes actually met his for brief periods. There was hope. At one point he was able to see the main road far off from the ridgeline trail they were and noticed several troops of horsemen patrolling along it. The search was on. He pointed them out to the princess. “See, your highness,” he said with a grim smile. “Renwick wants you back. And me too, now.” He spurred the horse on down the other side of the ridge, keeping out of sight of any roving guards who might be straying from the road.“We’re headed to my army,” he had told her as they had started the day’s journey. “Once we are with my troops we will be safe from Renwick and his lies. Then we can plan how to defeat him and restore you to the throne.” Now he knew that getting to their destination would be difficult. The direct route would be blanketed by Renwick’s men, who would at best kill them outright and at worst bring them back to the Lord Protector to be subject to his twisted whims. Instead, Garret and Avalon would have to brave the wild lands to the north. Largely unexplored and the subject of dark rumor and evil tales, the Wilds were only slightly more intimidating than Renwick himself. Now they would discover the truth of the legends….._____________________________________“My….. Lord……” The commander of the palace guard sank to his knees, then fell sideways, his face a ictus of pain as his last breath rattled in his throat. Renwick’s eyes were glowing, and his curt gesture caused the other guards to rush forward and drag the body away. When the door slammed shut behind them, Renwick gave voice to a growl, low and guttural, that quickly rose in both volume and pitch to become a cry of frustration and anger. He knelt on the hard floor and his fists pounded against the unfeeling stone. Finally, his tantrum expended itself and he straightened, then stood. He turned and walked to the table at the foot of the bed, pouring himself a glass of wine. He downed it in a single swallow and poured more. A silky voice purred beside him. “A bit early for that, don’t you think?” Brennick’s hand lashed out, striking the woman’s chin and knocking her to the floor. She was lithe, slender, with sharp features and long dark hair that sometimes seemed to writhe on its own. Her hiss of displeasure was cut off by his angry words. “Keep your opinions to yourself, Increase,” he said in a tone that brooked no debate. “It was your idea to keep her alive, and your idea to give her to More. Now they’re beyond my reach. And if he gets to his men…..” He didn’t like that idea. He could keep his guard force loyal to him, but the army that More commanded was far more powerful. And if that army took the field against Renwick….. His eyes took in the appealing form of Increase as the sorceress slowly got to her feet. He knew one thing that would improve his mood. “Come here,” he said to her. “Remind me why I keep you alive.” Avalon sat behind Garret on the horse silently, resting against his back once again, her arms loosely around his waist. She was enjoying the fruits and way bread which he was offering her to nibble on, filled her stomach more than the scrapes she had to steal. The ride was peaceful and between short stops she managed to close her eyes and sleep, as there wasn't much else for her to do. When they came up the ridge and Garret spied Renwick's men, pointing them out to Avalon, the peace was over. She leaned around beside him to try and hide from Renwick's men, if they could see the men, they could see Avalon and Garret. “They rode fast.” She sat up and leaned on him again, holding him tight. “How can you be sure we'll be safe with your men? That Renwick will not just use whatever power he has and walk right in?” Avalon was starting to worry leaving the castle was a bad idea, now she was concerned with Renwick's men finding them.____________________________________________Renwick's men could hear his tantrum and his howls, the captain of his guard sent more men out to search not wanting to upset him more so. They were in a rush and a panic. Vicresse on the other hand was at her version of peace as she got back to her feet. Her dark dress fitted her torso and flowed down off her hips, with sleeves that went all the way down to her wrists. Her dark red hair was long down her back, at times looked as if the wind was whipping through it. “Yes and if you keep her alive and had managed to keep her she would be at your whim. And if you remember her mother possessed magic. Do you really want someone uncontrolled by you able to overpower me? What if she has the gift and hasn't found it yet?” She walked over to him as he called her over “And as for More I thought he would use her like the others and be exhausted after the battle he was in.” She slowly walked around Renwick, her hand slighting over his clothing until she reached his cloak cupping, she pulled at it and dropped his clock to the floor. Around the front again she smiled at him and slapped him hard across the face. This is how it normally started, the pair had a violent sexual relationship. Once Renwick had retaliated with his own strike, they moved around the throne room countering hits to each other and pieces of clothing laying on the floor. By the time it was over they were both naked, Renwick had blood running down his chest from claw marks Increase had left. She had blood down her back where he had used his cloak to whip her. She was now straddling his lap, his arms around her waist as they both moaned in pleasure while they had sex. Garret smiled at her concern. “My troops are not the palace guard,” he told her. “They are professional soldiers, loyal to me and to the crown.” He turned to look at her eyes as he spoke. “And you are the crown.” He turned back, guiding the horses down the slope toward the fetid marshes below. He was not looking forward to traversing the Green Marsh. Furthermore, he had done it once, with a company of troops. Almost half had died in the crossing. He just hoped that he remembered the path.“I promise you, my princess, that my men will fight for you and, if necessary, die for you. You will never be harmed again.” He turned back once more, holding her eyes with his. “I swear it.” ____________________________________Renwick slapped Increase hard across the cheek and pushed her backwards, letting his hardened cock slip out of her. He raised himself up on his knees on the bed and hovered over her, slapping her again and using his hands to flip her over onto her stomach. “Bitch,” he said, his voice filled with anger. “I should have known not to trust your feelings….” She tried to fight back, but his strength was overpowering. One hand grabbed the red hair and pushed her face into the pillow, while the other slapped her slender butt cheeks again and again. His knees forced hers apart, and he thrust his length into her again in a single stroke. He could feel her struggle to breathe, and he lifted her up for a brief moment before pushing her face back into the soft pillow. “You live at my whim,” he whispered into her ear. “Never forget that.” He thrust into her, harder and harder, until he finally climaxed with a loud groan. He let himself collapse on top of her, and pulled her head up so that she could finally breathe. “Now find the little bitch and get rid of her,” he told her. “Otherwise I’ll have no use for you, my darling….” Increase wasn't expecting him turn the table on her, having her face down against the throne pillow. Though she did love the rough housing and sometimes violent sex, this was the roughest he had been. She mumbled into the pillow about her feelings being right, she wiggled her arms about to try to get out of his grip. She was moaning between mumbles of pleading that her plan was valid. When her head was lifted so he could tell her she was under his control, moaning as she felt him thrust into her. While her head was pushed into the pillow she continued to moan, right up until he climaxed. He pulled her head up again, and she looked over at him, she grinned at him as it was rare he waited for her finish. When he got off her and pushed her off the throne so he could sit on it, she straightened her dress up, he gave her orders. “Oh I'll find her. Did I not find out her mother's secret?” Grinning at Renwick again and wondering off with her slender frame._____________________________________Since he met her and figured out what her position was before Renwick came along, whenever he mentioned the throne or the crown, she had butterflies in her stomach. Avalon couldn't even feel like a princess let alone take the crown back. Now he's telling her that there are men that would die to protect her, this made her feel bad and guilty. Why protect someone who isn't up to ruling a kingdom, a kingdom her father ruled rather well. As she got older she knew she'd never have to give orders and rule any kingdom, she would be married off to be a trophy queen to a king. While she leaned against him, she was watching Renwick's troops until they left the rise and went down the slope. While they traveled her mind raced with many different possibilities; if she failed ruling she would fail the people, if Renwick found them she'd be killed and so would Garret, if Garret's men didn't accept her as the princess, could she come back from what Renwick had let his men do to her? She had lost most of the faith she had in herself. How could she be strong enough to rule, she wasn't even strong enough to sit up on her. Garret followed the trail down, down the slope. He knew where it would lead, and he did not let himself quail at the thought. The Green Marsh. A fetid swamp where a misplaced step meant death by drowning, and even if you did not stray from the path there were threats without number waiting to devour you. Threats as large as the cryptid, a beast so huge that it could swallow a human in one bite. Threats as small as the red ant, so tiny it could barely be seen. But in its millions it could scour the flesh from a man’s bones in seconds. And those were just the threats that he knew of. There were others, no doubt. The sun was setting by the time they had reached the edge of the swamp, and he stopped and set a fire on the slope just within sight of the reeking marsh.“Don’t worry, your highness,” he said as he stirred a hot stew, one of his favorite field concoctions. Soldiers learned to cook in the field, or they went hungry. Garret hated being hungry. He added a few spices from the containers in his pack, then handed Avalon a cup of tea while the stew warmed.“Being a good ruler is simply about listening to those you trust and then making decisions. I think you can do that. You’ll have time to recover from what you endured. I won’t let anyone hurt you, and my men will do what I order.” He stirred the stew and then spooned a portion into a bowl, handing it to her with his spoon. “You will be Queen, Avalon,” he said. “And you will see Ben nick executed for his crimes.” He took a spoonful of stew and blew on it to cool the heat. Then he looked into her eyes. “I swear it.” Avalon sat obediently on the back of the horse leaning on Garret, her eyes opening and closing. Her body wanting to sleep but her mind keeping her awake. She had no idea about the marsh as she had only ever left the castle to mingle with the villagers. She felt safe being close to him, able to hear his heartbeat. Wondering how long the traveling would take to get to his men where they'd be safe. After he helped her off the horse, and she found a place to sit close to the fire, she watched him light it. Watching as he created his stew, she was very interested in it. The smell coming from it was making her hungry and her stomach was growling and rolling around. Looking at the cup of tea he was offering her, reaching up with both her small fragile hands, wrapping her fingers around the cup. She leaned down to the cup and sniffed it, after blowing on it, she took a sip of the liquid. Listening to him and his promises of her being queen, feeling guilty that she wasn't up for the task right now. She looked up at him “That is what my father had taught me that, and I was talking to some of the people who live in the village.” Right now though all she could think about was when she could sleep. “I don't care about him right now. I am sorry to sound ungrateful but how long do you think it'll be until we reach your men?” she knew that would be when she could possibly think about sleep. Garret saw her fatigue. She was exhausted from the journey, and that was multiplied by the abuse she had suffered before it. He stirred the stew, adding some spices to change it from merely palatable to actually inviting. A thought occurred to him. The stew had started out very bland, basic, nutritious without being tasty. He looked at Avalon. She had been taken through a unique type of hell, tortured beyond belief and not allowed the release of death that her family had been given. And she had survived. She was fragile, so very brittle, and he could tell that she could easily fall back into the mode of acceptance and submission that had been her answer to the torment. He would not permit that. He would keep her safe, nurture her strength until she could stand on her own again. But she would need more, to be able to stand before the army as their sovereign and order them to fight and die at her command. She would need spice. She would need a fire, an inner glow that would first motivate her, and then be an infectious manner that would at once inspire confidence and allegiance in men who faced hideous death far from home. It was hard enough for him, even when he had stood with them and faced that death alongside them. She might be regarded as soft, useless. He would need to give her that spice, that spark. And his time to do that was limited…..“The journey through the marsh will take at least a week,” he told her. “It will be unpleasant, and you will need to stay close to me at all times. We won’t be able to ride. We’ll lead the horses on foot.” He tasted the stew. Almost ready. “After that we will have to cross many miles of open steppe. We can move quickly, but it will take at least another week before we reach the rearguard of the army.” He spooned the stew into their bowls, and handed one to her. “You will be queen, your highness. And I will not allow anyone to harm you ever again.” Avalon was determined to reach Garret's men, no matter how much sleep her body wanted and needed. While she waited for to strew she was thinking about how she could be queen in this state. Was there a possibility that she could go back to being the girl she used to be. Obviously this man had faith that she could return to her previous self, he could see something in her that she could see in herself. She watched as he stirred the stew and explain the rest of their journey, nodding in response to him. “Is there any possibility that his men could catch up to us? I am sorry to seem ungrateful, but I really am happy you helped me leave there. I can't face any of them again, especially him.” Lowering her head and shaking slowly from side to side “I can't imagine what he'd do if he found me again. He is probably fuming in the castle.” Using the spoon she started to SIB at to strew, slowly and steady. Having had little food in the last few months her stomach wouldn't be able to handle a big meal too fast. While she ate she looked around at the surroundings, wondering how she could possibly become the ruler of this land again, how could the people see her as queen if they knew what she'd been through. Garret ate his own meal slowly, savoring each bite. Her words made him think about the possibility of pursuit. Up to now, his main concern had been the dangers that lay ahead. She brought him back to the realization that Renwick might just make a real effort to get her back. The warlock had to know that Garret was no longer his pawn, and that despite his sorcerers powers his force of bully-boys would no match for Garret’s army. Would he actually send men to follow them into the wilds? And if so, how far would they push the pursuit?“They can try,” he told her. “But I know paths that our scouts discovered, paths that will not be evident to his men.” He poured wine into a cup and held it out to her. “It will not be easy,” he told her, watching her eyes. “We will travel by night, starting later this evening. I know places to hide from normal eyes, and Renwick’s powers won’t avail him this far away.” He thought about that, about the attempts the Lord Protector had made to influence the battles being fought hundreds of leagues distant. The attempts had failed, leaving the army to win by conventional means. And while simply following and observing them was easier than breaking the will of an opposing army, Garret still believed that Renwick’s powers had limits. He tucked the blanket around Avalon’s shoulders and moved to sit next to her. “Rest now, your highness,” he told her. He looked into the sky at the full moon. “We leave an hour after mo onset, and we will travel fast.” His face was close to hers, and for an instant he was tempted to kiss her. “No harm will come to you. I swear it.” Sitting on the ground as he tucked the surrounding blanket, feeling and sensing him sit next to her. As he looked up to the sky she looked over to him while he spoke. He continued to repeat that she was safe, and no harm would come to her. As he had brought her this far to keep her safe, she was believing him. Trust for him was starting to grow inside her and would do as he told her so she was kept safe. Then she herself looked up to the night sky, looking at the stars that were visible past the clouds. So much was running through her mind. As she was growing up she knew she'd never be the ruler of the kingdom but was willing to learn things to help her brother if he needed a hand. But now it was different, if this plan of Garret's worked she would be the ruler of the kingdom. The people of the kingdom would follow her she hoped, she would have to stand before then everyday knowing she was raped and abused and starved on a daily basis, having to have to the confidence to rule. The question is if she continued to travel around with him would she become attached to him? If she did become attached to him would she be able to live without him around? She had no idea if this was all going to work, if he was right, if they could get to his men and be safe. Garret and Avalon led the horses into the fetid swamp. They had traveled hard through the night, descending from the ridgeline to the forest that bordered the marsh. Now they entered the dank darkness, following a narrow footpath that Garret hoped he remembered from the nightmarish passage he had forced years before. His hand was in hers, and they each held the reins of one of the horses. The path made them walk single file, and Garret had his sword ready. He was all too aware of the threats they might encounter. The darkness was so intense, so pervasive, that they did not even notice sunset. It was simply a bit more dark, and he did not risk lighting a torch yet. The light it would give them would be outweighed by the attention it would attract. At some point, he would have to. For now, he led the girl and the horses without anything but his night vision and his memory. Sometime after midnight, he found a clearing large enough for them to stop and rest. He hobbled the horses and set out a blanket for them to sleep on. Setting a watch was impossible. He would wake at any threat. That was as much as he could rely on.“Lie down and rest, your highness,” he said, helping her down onto the blanket. “I’ll keep you safe.” While they walked through the forest her grip on his hand was tight and steady, never letting go. They walked for what seemed like days, though it wasn't as long as it felt like to her. She was getting tired the longer they walked, though she tried to hide it from Garret, he had enough to worry about with watching out for threats. When they found the clearing Avalon was yawning many times, she was looking very, very tired. Watching as he set down a blanket and waiting for him sit down himself first. When he offered her to lay down, she walked over and sat down beside him on the blanket. Getting comfortable beside him before laying down next to him, on her back staring up at the sky, as much as they could see through the tree cover. Looking over to him seeing that he was honest when he told her he'd keep her safe. In his dream, Garret was pushing through a dense forest, using his sword to chop the foliage that blocked the path. Somehow he knew that this was a metaphor for his current situation. His only option for restoring Avalon’s birthright was violence, against the most fearsome adversary he could dream of. His sword….. It had served him well, keeping him alive and propelling him to the leadership of the finest army in the world. But would it be enough……? Then he heard the scampering. In his dream, he stopped, orienting himself to face the new threat. He could see nothing through the dense green. He heard it again, and realized suddenly that he was no longer dreaming. Furthermore, he rolled over, covering the princess with his body as he reflexively drew the sword from its scabbard that had lain beside him. Something impacted where he had been seconds before. He smelled wet fur and warm breath, a carrion odor, dank and foul. He could see little, but its motion toward him was enough….. A slash and a thrust. Fast and instinctive. Whatever it was struggled against his blade, then slowly stopped moving. There was no noise at all beyond the scrabbling of multiple legs. Soon even that went silent.“Light the lantern please, your highness,” he said quietly. He waited while she struck a match and held it to the wick, then looked at what he had killed. Segmented body, eight legs, covered in thick matted fur. Multiple eyes, now glazing over. A vertical slit for a mouth, the dozen fangs now closed against the blade of Garret’s sword that had penetrated through that mouth and into the creature’s tiny brain. He braced his foot against the body and pulled his sword free. “Time to move, princess,” he said. He began packing their kit. Thankfully the horses had not been able to bolt. “We need to get away from this place and this body.” He knew that in this swamp, scavengers just as dangerous as this beast would soon converge to feast, and they would not be discriminating as to what they ate. Avalon had been dreaming, well it was half dream half nightmare. It started off with her dreaming of what her life could be now that she was free from where she'd been trapped, and then it leads into the life she did have reliving some of the traumatic moments. Her hands and feet twitched while she slept, as did her head while let out pained sighs. Her sleep was interrupted when Garret suddenly moved on top of her, she woke up and looked up but saw nothing in the darkness. She had no idea what was going on, all her senses were shutting down as her body tensed up. Her eyes closed again as she could only think they'd been found and were going to be killed. Then he told her to light a lantern, it took her a moment, but she managed to get up and do as she was told. Standing there looking at what lay dead before them, its hooked her at its appearance. Just standing silently as he packed up their kit, and put it on the horses “We … we... whey … what …. Is …. It?” She swallowed down and rubbed her side where she'd been hit the night before. “Where are we going?”

Heir to the Throne (AngelOfDarkness & shooter6806)|rating:3.0

CoT_ The Bastards of Erebus IC

It's another day in West crown. The once great city that was shore to do well when Arden finally returned to honor the people of Helix and Gloria. But then the unthinkable happened. Arden never returned. A god died. The whole world was shaken, none more than West crown which was almost destroyed. All the work to welcome the god of humanity back was wasted and nothing was left. House Throne rose with the help of devils and conquered to nation of Helix, forcing it into diabolic. West crown was crushed and oppressed until the only thing that prowled the streets at nights were shadow devils. Everyone has been oppressed, but none more so that you. The new Throne rule has destroyed you and your family. You find a note in your house. As you open it, you recognize a chance for change with West crown. A hope for better. Zosimus:Spoiler Hide I can help you. We have seen how West crown treats it's Tie flings and I can help stop it. Someday can rule not Amadeus if you would help us. Meet me a Vizio's Tavern at 4 o'clock and I will help you. Arthur:Spoiler Hide I can help get your uncle back. The pathfinder society is a tool of House Throne and if you would help us, I can help find him. Meet me at Vizio's Tavern at 4 o'clock. RIMA:Spoiler Hide We know how you feel about the treatment of Tie flings and other half bloods in Helix. This oppression of house Throne must stop, and we need you to help us. Meet me at Vizio's Tavern at 4 o'clock, and we will discuss this matter further. Wylie:Spoiler Hide I know that you are curious about West crown and the rule of devils. I can show you what is happening if you would help us stop it. If you knew about it then you would be shocked beyond words, and we need your help. Meet me at Vizio's Tavern at 4 o'clock. Malefic:Spoiler Hide I know how you must feel about your lost siblings, and it is only right that you want to kill the people who took them. I can help you find them and take down house Throne is you would help us. Meet me at Vizio's Tavern at 4 o'clock Cancer:Spoiler Hide We know how you feel about Helix. This once great country deserves to be restored to its previous status and West crown is the greatest part. We believe this too. This diabolic regime is destroying our great country and its true capitol is being pushed aside. Meet me in Vizio's Tavern at 4 o'clock where we can discuss this further. Arthur BeroniusWell, that's not right. House Throne is powerful, may even have some local Pathfinders in their control, though the local lodge has been closed. Indeed, there shouldn't BE any pathfinders here, not openly anyhow. The whole society as a tool? No. But this is my best lead. The young pathfinder checks the hour. I suppose it will have to do. ZosimusZosimus discreetly tears up the letter to dispose of it. Throwing it away meant someone could find it, and correspondence like this was the kind you didn't want to found. Especially since they somehow found the abandoned gondolier shack he'd been squatting in since he arrived in the city. He gets himself cleaned up, braiding his long black hair into a rope-like braid, and gets dressed in the white robes of the Upper Reach. Most Comedians preferred gold trim for their raiment, but Cosmos felt he didn't deserve such luxury. He completes the morning in meditation and prayer before venturing out into the city. A tie fling in spotless white robes was easily recognised, so he kept to the shadows and alleys, like he'd done as a child. He makes his way towards this Vizio's Tavern, to observe the place before he's expected there. He didn't think this was likely to be a trap. Palaver had never been scrupulous enough to consider Someday a deity worthy of his service. But it never hurt to be sure... Malefic"So, it was house Throne that took them." Malfic muttered as he tossed the bit of paper into the fireplace in front of him." By Calibra's sting I will make them pay!" He began to gather what he needed. Malefic had heard of Helix using these type of meetings as traps to pick up rebels and other malcontents. He'd make sure to go prepared to this meeting. Well armed with his sword and his spells he'd give any ambushers a fight they'd remember! Tánaiste looks at the letter again, just to make sure. The town crier called 3 o'clock. Gathering her things she left her room. Westcrown was a dangerous place, she knew. She had been lucky so far. Her inquiries hadn't leaded to much violence and a few leads. This one seemed to be the best. She knew of the tavern and decided best to get there early and watch who might be showing up. RIMA Pluck read the note one last time then placed it in a nearby brazier, making sure the entire thing was eaten by the flames. I must go. Finding a note addressed to you in a room you have been renting for only one day prior wasn't a good thing, despite its contents. If their messengers could find my room, their blades can find my throat, to be certain. Rima strapped on her saber belt and fastened her hip quiver to it before grabbing a town map and finding the tavern. Vizio's it is. I may be walking to my doom, but at least I'll put up a fight. The Sufi unsheathed her scimitar and ran her whetstone across its edge, smoothing out a few nicks. She grabbed her yew longbow, eying it carefully and testing the string tension. After much calibration and fussing, her equipment was battle-ready, and she set out for the cantina just after paying the inn attendant. At her current pace she ought to arrive a quarter till four, she reckoned. Enough time to investigate the grounds of this tavern. Originally Posted by shugyosha Wylie Spoiler Hide She looks at the letter again, just to make sure. The town crier called 3 o'clock. Gathering her things she left her room. West crown was a dangerous place, she knew. She had been lucky so far. Her inquiries hadn't leaded to much violence and a few leads. This one seemed to be the best. She knew of the tavern and decided best to get there early and watch who might be showing up. When you enter the tavern you see a young, attractive woman wearing a small black leather jacket and black leather trousers, she has a sword on her belt that looks pretty lethal. She's currently cooking a meal, she looks up and smiles, saying,"Oh, hi. What are you doing here?" Originally Posted by Rydell Spoiler Hide RIMA Pluck read the note one last time then placed it in a nearby brazier, making sure the entire thing was eaten by the flames. I must go. Finding a note addressed to you in a room you have been renting for only one day prior wasn't a good thing, despite its contents. If their messengers could find my room, their blades can find my throat, to be certain. RIMA strapped on her saber belt and fastened her hip quiver to it before grabbing a town map and finding the tavern. Vizio's it is. I may be walking to my doom, but at least I'll put up a fight. The Sufi unsheathed her scimitar and ran her whetstone across its edge, smoothing out a few nicks. She grabbed her yew longbow, eying it carefully and testing the string tension. After much calibration and fussing, her equipment was battle-ready, and she set out for the cantina just after paying the inn attendant. At her current pace she ought to arrive a quarter till four, she reckoned. Enough time to investigate the grounds of this tavern. You look around and ask, people say that it was owned by a family who catered to sell swords and mercenaries. Vizio left West crown a few months ago to live with his family in Corentin. Arthur head to the tavern at the appointed hour, awkwardly trying to appear inconspicuous. Cancer VarreusNicander sat on his bed, staring at the note he held in his hand. He had no idea where it had come from, or how the Hell sits deliverer had found him. Granted, it was no secret that the House of Roses had beds available for down-on-their-luck performers, but Cancer was sure no one but the Ol' Jayson, the gatekeeper, had seen him sneak in before nightfall. Stage master Corbin was still cross with him after he had flirted with that flame-haired girl during the performanceDulceo the Hapless Paladin and the Mystery of the Nunnery. How was he supposed to know the girl was an Inquisitor's daughter? But such concerns were beside the point at the moment. The note was incendiary material to say the least, and Corbin still feared an inquisitorial audit. For a moment Cancer considered burning the note, but no. If the diabolizes decided to be thorough, they could employ magic to rebuild burnt scraps of paper. No, he needed a more permanent solution. Oh Hell's, I hope the ink was of decent quality, the young bard thought to himself before he crumpled up the tiny note, shoved it in his mouth - and swallowed. The little note tasted vile, but that could be helped with a glass of good wine and a soothing tonic. Those would be of no use against an Inquisitor and a hot poker up his rear-end. After his stomach had settled, Cancer pulled on his robe and picked up his gear. This could prove troublesome, and he would not allow himself to be caught with his proverbial pants down. Strapping on his weapons - rapier, daggers, bow, whip, lute - and straightening his hat he set out for Vizio's. If anything, he could at least hope for a decent excuse to be there. Any tavern worth its salt needed a good entertainer... Malefic moves slowly through the city trying to keep to the back alleys and the less traveled roads. He has had a couple of run ins with the city's guard since his siblings kidnapping and doesn't want to attract their attention today. Before long he reaches the inn. He finds an acceptable alley mouth to hide in as watches the inn, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Spoiler Hide Perception Check = (1d20+5)[16] Should he notice nothing he will enter the inn. ZosimusUpon seeing someone enter the tavern, Cosmos follows. It couldn't be a trap if he wasn't the only one that was invited. Cancer VarreusStopping outside Vizio's, Cancer pondered his approach while he observed the place. Drawing attention to himself might prove dangerous, especially if the mysterious person inviting him was some would-be liberator of the common man, like those poor, stupid sods who thought to attack Gregorian, only to find out that one of the men leading them was a devil in human guise. Cancer shivered at the memory; he had not been there himself, of course, but the way the town criers and travelers had described the ensuing massacre and punishments doled out by the church, the Thrones and the Hell knights... well, those made the bloodiest of Dies Iraq games sound like a picnic. Then again, considering his reputation in town, not trying to draw attention to himself would be deemed suspicious as well, if there was an informant hiding inside. After all, his father's fate was well-known, and he himself had done his best to milk that reputation. People expected a certain flair of the dramatic and a touch of debauchery from him, and trying to mute his presence would be like a peacock trying to pretend he was a chicken. Oh, decisions, decisions... Spoiler Hide Perception for anything suspicious (1d20+5)[9] Knowledge (Local) to figure out what kind of establishment Vizio's is (1d20+7)[10] Wylie Originally Posted by Hartman When you enter the tavern you see a young, attractive woman wearing a small black leather jacket and black leather trousers, she has a sword on her belt that looks pretty lethal. She's currently cooking a meal, she looks up and smiles, saying, "Oh, hi. What are you doing here?" "Hi, I came in for a drink. I'd take a stein of mead if you have any,"she says as she takes a seat. Originally Posted by Arch paladin OSHA Upon seeing someone enter the tavern, Cosmos follows. It couldn't be a trap if he wasn't the only one that was invited. She spots another enter the tavern and wonders if her is here for the same reason. If it is a trap and those two are in on it, she hopes she can talk her way out of here quickly. Cosmos"I'm expected,"Cosmos says. He didn't want the woman drawing that sword. He was now convinced this wasn't a trap. The presence of this other woman confirmed that. But he didn't want to set their host on edge. The large horns emerging from his forehead tended to do that. After checking the place out, RIMA enters the tavern to figure out what this is all about. Once you all arrive she smiles at you and lays out dinner for you all." I have everything you might want. My name's Janice by the way. We'll discuss the message after we've eaten. She checks out the window occasionally, obviously looking for something as it gets darker and darker. Dinner is delicious, well-made with good spices and washed down with fine ale. She seems to grow steadily more nervous over time, looking out the window more and more often." Sorry it's taking so long, but I have something to ask you: I have chosen each of you for a singular reason—everyone here, myself included, has suffered, whether we realize it or not. I have lived in West crown my whole life, and although I love this city, I must admit, as must you, that despite our peace and prosperity, we continue to suffer. Fear should not be an expected part of life, and yet each night brings fear to our doorsteps. Yes, West crown has been safe from war and famine for nearly seventy years, and yes, our businesses have prospered—but this safety and prosperity has been bought in the coinage of fear and prayers to Hell. Other lands live free from tyranny. Other cities do not fear the night. Other governments do not cede the streets to monsters of the infernal shadows. West crown was once such a place, and she wants to be such a place again. West crown is not only her buildings and canals and docks and history—she is also her people. West crown is our friends and neighbors, our mothers and fathers, our siblings and cousins, our sons and daughters! With but a small group of supporters and dedicated brothers and sisters, we can earn the trust and admiration of those people. A West crown free of these shadowy beasts that stalk our streets is one step closer to a West crown free of the devil that is the Thrice-Damned House of Throne!” She finishes with a shout, getting quite excited about her whole speech. ZosimusZosimus blinks." I see now why you were so circumspect in summoning us here. What you propose is treason. Inheritor help me, count me in." Tánaiste had known things here were different, but the woman's words suggest something of a conspiracy, which made her skeptical... but then again..." So... what have us do about it?"she asked. Cancer Various"So you're looking to jump off a cliff and ask if we'd like to be tied to you while doing that?" the young bard asked with no small amount of sarcasm in his voice, even if he fearfully looked around. If there was a Hell knight informant or a cottar sleuth sitting in the inn, Janice's outburst would not have gone unheard. Spoiler Hide Perception (1d20+5)[13] "Look, you want to go around calling for revolution, that's your funeral, friend. I'll be sure to bring flowers to your grave. But if you need help trying to rebuild West crown - or at least figure out what the hell it is that's haunting the streets... well, that I can help with." Haunting in the streets, so it is true. Interesting. Likely connected to my uncle's disappearance, one way or another. Arthur leans in, stroking his goatee." I'm no friend of Throne. Always up for a good mystery too. Make great stories." The prospect seemed too good to be true. We could be waiting for armored guardsmen to take us away. It was best to be honest,'You have my attention. However, If I even hear West crown guards knocking, an arrow will be through your eye before you can answer the door.' Rima takes two arrows from her clutch and drove the points into her chair's arm, having them ready to grab at a moment's notice. Janice checks out the window once more before she addresses you all,"Thank you." She says with a huge sigh,"I was really worried about what might happen if you told the Hell knights especially the Order of the Rack. This won't take more than an hour to tell you what needs to be said." Arthur nods, relaxing in his chair. He's always ready for a good story. "Then by all means, regale us with your tale." Malefic watched the proceedings in silence. So long as he remained quite if things went pear shaped at least say he was gathering information for the authorities. It galled him that he might have to bow before those that protect his siblings kidnappers, but he could nothing to help them if he was dead. So he sat back and watched and waited to see what might come of this meeting. ZosimusZosimus nods his head. While his priority was finding and dealing with Palaver, after that he wasn't sure what to do next. His pilgrimage would be done, and this cause seemed a good one to join. Syrian hour seem like a long time to explain something, but she kept quiet and waited. Before Janice can respond, a boy runs through the door, panting. Janice instinctively grabs for her sword but sees who it is. The boy doubles over, panting that makes his speech barely audible, "Th-they g-got Ariel!" Janice moves to comfort him, but her expression turns grim before the boy spurts out, “The cottar nabbed Ariel, and the Hell knights of the Rack are trying to get custody of him! There’s a bunch of Hell knights on their way here now! I only just made it in here; they’ve already surrounded us!” The clanking is obvious around and Janice panics, she ducks behind the bar and shouts for you,"Get in here. I know the way to safety!" Bloody tells, Cancer cursed inwardly but stood up nonetheless. Between the choice of following a would-be revolutionary or dealing with a bunch of pissed-off Hell knights... he preferred the former over the latter. Hell, he would have preferred a staring contest with a medusa for the latter. Not wasting any time, he followed Janice to gods know where. RIMA stands without hesitation, still holding her bow. She yanks the two arrows out of her chairs arm and puts them back into her hip quiver. Glancing out the window confirms Janice isn't lying, and RIMA follows the lady and the boy behind the bar. What am I getting myself into? An auspicious start. Arthur stands and follows quickly after carefully drawing his Morningstar. Winiest just seemed too much of a coincidence that the Hell knights would show up now... but if they were to, now would be it. She gets up and follows quickly. Keeping an eye on their 'benefactor' Janice. Cosmos leaps to his feet and follows Janice behind the bar. He was a sword in Someday's hand, but the Hell knights weren't something that sword could be turned at. This fight is one we can't win, but I hope this Janice's for real... "Well that's rather convenient." Malefic mutters as he stands. He draws his sword as he waits for everyone else to leave before him. As the last of the others had left he smashed some the bottles behind the bar with his sword. He went to the entrance, turned and splayed his hands before him saying, "Wait lux." Spoiler Hide He uses burning hands on the alcohol. "That should slow them down." He quickly follows the others. Behind the counter is a trap door, the child is already down there and Janice waits for all of you to get down before jumping down and locking it behind her. The sound of angry Hell knights above is evident. It's pitch black underneath the floor until Janice lights a torch about a hundred meters in front of you."" Quiet." She whispers, We're in the sewers below West crown, follow me." She starts to walk forwards, into the darkness. ZosimusZosimus strides forward, keeping pace with Janice. Darkness meant nothing to a tie fling like him. His eyes reflect the light from Janice's torch like a cat. Malefic jumped down through the trap door. With the sound of the trapdoor closing he was engulfed by darkness." I wish I had memorized light this morning" He muttered to himself as he listens to the sound of, what he assumed to be, a torch being lit. He had never been one for relying on others. As the torch finally lights his surroundings he draws his sword and begins to follow their one time host. "Then allow me to lend a helping hand," Cancer offered to Malefic's grumbling. The young bard snapped his fingers, and a quartet of ghostly lanterns casting a green-tinged light appeared around him, hanging in the air - one behind him, one in front of him and one on either side of him, at about ten feet away." So... anyone here besides me who is not so impressed at our host, the suicide candidate... ERM, I mean freedom fighter?"he asked with a somewhat forced smile, trying not to step into anything... unsavory as he followed the group. Spoiler Hide Casting dancing lights. "Silence. Had you not been impressed with her to begin with, you'd never have come to the meeting in the first place,"Cosmos replies. His face is solemn, as if what's going on is nothing new, something to be expected. "Hey, I thought this was about making the city a better place to live. There was no mention of treason in the letter", Cancer muttered. Cosmos chuckles." And you didn't think making the city a better place constituted treason? Those in power want this city to fester. It's a dumping ground for all the uncomfortable relics of their past. Cleaning it up would only expose their secrets, and that's treason enough for them." "Are you always this optimistic? Or are we just getting treated to a rare ray of sunshine out of your ass?" Nicander asked, looking at the white-garbed man with no small amount of wonder. Was this guy for real? Originally Posted by North_Ranger "Are you always this optimistic? Or are we just getting treated to a rare ray of sunshine out of your ass?" Cancer asked, looking at the white-garbed man with no small amount of wonder. Was this guy for real? "I'm a tie fling who worships The Sword of Light. I need optimism just to stay sane and survive. I have to believe that the goddess I worship actually does favor me and accepts me despite the hellish pollution in my blood. Otherwise, I'd have been better off killing myself and going straight to Hell where I'd belong." Originally Posted by Arch paladin OSHA "I'm a tie fling who worships The Sword of Light. I need optimism just to stay sane and survive. I have to believe that the goddess I worship actually does favor me and accepts me despite the hellish pollution in my blood. Otherwise, I'd have been better off killing myself and going straight to Hell where I'd belong." "That's still an option," Malefic quipped before turning to the bard. "As for you if you are having issues trusting our...host then might I suggest we have a parting of the ways here, and you can go wonder off and be eating by whatever fiendish horrors you beloved demonic rulers have abandoned down here. Now can the two please give it a rest? Our host is the one source of information I have on what happened to my brother and sister and if she gets eaten before she can tell me what she knows because of the two of you I will be having words with you." With that done Malefic picked up his pace to catch up their host muttering dark things about petty children quietly under his breath. As the conversation continues, RIMA listens. It seems this is a personal matter to many of us. The Sufi looks at Cancer,'It's too risky following this lady without any information. If this is a trap, the six people who give a damn about this city will die silently.' "If it were a trap, then why are we running through the sewers here instead of being rounded up by the Hell knights up there?" RIMA looks the tailing over,'Mishaps you're right. The soldiers outside looked like Hell knights, but I didn't get a close enough look to be sure. Also, I don't know a single one of you, and we're not in a place that makes it easy to get away. "Shall we make the formal introductions as we walk, then, or would you prefer to wait?" Wylie"Fine I'll start, I'm Wylie. You can call me Won. I am a spell caster of sorts, what about the rest of you?" 'Now's as good a time as any, I s'pose. The name's RIMA Pluck, and I'm set on making this a better place to live for them of us that's got outsider's blood.' The bard looked at his "companions" and grumbled a little." Nicander," he said finally, withholding his name for now. Let them wait a little longer to hear the scandalous surname... and if things went belly up, well, there was plenty of Flanders in town." And I came because I was promised a chance to turn West crown around. To be the crown jewel of the western Inner Sea again instead of the piss pot of Gregorian." "And I am Cosmos. I am a Child of the Upper Reach, trained in the telepathy fighting style and devotee of Someday. I returned to West crown to settle an unpaid debt and strive to prove myself to those who would spit on me for my tainted nature." "Magus Malefic Burns BOM, Mom, DOM, graduate of Quails University in Quantum. Both magic and might are my forte. I'm simply here to rescue my siblings. After that your tainted country can burn for all I care." "Arthur Baronies. I have been gifted with great knowledge as well as some healing ability. My purpose here is to find something missing. More than that will have to wait. Though I must agree, if they merely sought to catch us in treason a simpler plan would have sufficed. I am inclined to trust out guide for a time." As he speaks a white light bursts from his weapon, casting sharp shadows across his face. Cosmos winces as the light bursts into view." One of the problems of growing up among my own kind. Sometimes I forget not everyone can see in the dark like I can." He turns back to their guide." So... Janiven, right? Perhaps we could continue our discussion from the tavern?" Janice listens to your conversation,"You're welcome to go up there if you want, talk it out with the Hell knights of the Rack. Or you can come with me and save West crown." She walks into the darkness." We can discuss what we were talking about once we're safe, and I'm sure of everyone's loyalty." "Well, we've been prodding along a good while now. Any idea when we can get out of this dank hole?" "I don't mind staying for a spell if It's all the same. The farther away we come out the harder to find us." Wylie"How will you be sure of our loyalty,"she asks with skepticism. Janice carries on, lighting the way. You get to a small area where Janice kicks over a rock and underneath is a bag. “Good,” she says, “They’re still here.” She opens them up and inside is six bottles of cure light wounds, she distributes them evenly between you. "The Hell knights will find us, and we have to keep moving to avoid a very painful death. We've now all committed treason, and you don't want to know what happens to people who commit treason." She continues along, following small markings on the wall and floor, “Ariel and I made these marks a few months ago when we explored the sewers. We marked all the intersections, so our people could find their way through the sewers to our hideout.” The sound of Hell knights ceases but Janice know that they are still here somewhere, “They might take a few minutes to search in the tavern, but some are going to follow us down here after they grab a lantern or make torches. They might even try to infiltrate the sewers ahead of us if they can guess our route. We need to keep moving.” Time goes on, and you start to tire, but Janice will not rest but will let you rest if you need to, and she'll carry on and find you with a larger group once she's found the hideout. Tánaiste considers asking the following questions:What did they do that was so treasonous just now? Who is Ariel?but decides to hold her tongue until later and follows. Once at the hideout she wonders who all these people are but waits for an explanation from their host. Cancer Various"What? You mean to say that we're branded traitors simply because we listened to your prattling?!" Nicander asked with a tone of desperation after accepting the curative."No, no no, no, this... this is not right. You asked us to come here to help our city, our relatives... and others, I guess... and you get us mixed up in some jumped-up pipe dream?! You, dear lady, can go and f---"Or at least, that was how the exchange would have gone had Cancer wished for the Hell knights to hear him. With his luck, that shield-polisher Devin was with them, just hankering for a chance to put a sword through his guts. All in the name of the law." And I was supposed to play in the House of Roses tonight", the young man sighed to himself. He was now seriously, well and truly screwed. All because of this damn revolutionary wannabe and his apparently-now-comrades-in-arms, half of whom seemed to be just as intent on getting themselves killed as the girl was. There would be no point in talking to Firming now; the cottar stepped aside when Hell knights were on the hunt. Perhaps Lord Basal could help him get the hell out of West crown, maybe on a ship bound for Absalom or - gods help him - Formosa. Korvosa. Oh gods, he was seriously thinking of running toKorvosa. Arthur keeps following to the hideout after carefully stowing his potion. A dark tunnel, an unknown threat, a surprise incrimination and an unlabeled potion. I'm just asking to get killed, Rima Pluck muses as she puts away her bow. A bow will be of no use where I can't see. The sound of steel scraping against steel heralds the appearance of RIMA's blade.' In case there are any surprises,'she explains. Cosmos"Well, at least I have an aim after settling my scores here in the city. Revolutionary seems just as good a path as any. I don't have many other options anyway. Humans will look down on me because of what I am, and my own kind will loathe me as a traitor to my blood." Zosimus bows a little in thanks to Janice before accepting his potion and stowing it." Janiven, suppose we tried to seek the safe house on our own after a rest, while you go on ahead. How would we find the way? I know caution dictates you can't spill secrets, but I don't think any of us here will squeal to the Hell knights should we be found. After all, we don't even know who your friends are, right?" The group happened upon a dry room with a somewhat level ground. RIMA took the chance to speak up,'I don't know about everyone else, but I could use some rest. This room seems fit enough. I will stand guard first, if it pleases ya'.' Wylie"That sounds fine. I don't here anyone chasing us right now." ZosimusZosimus nods." We still need to know how to get to this hideaway, though." "Look, is this wise?" Nicander complained." I know we're up to our knees in crap already - both literally and figuratively - but at the very least we should follow this girl to her hideout. Frankly, I don't relish the prospect of staying in these sewers any longer than absolutely necessary." Cosmos"... This room is dry, Cancer. The only thing around your knees right now is air and solid ground under your feet..." Cancer"I'm more worried about the lack of a thick door and a sturdy lock between yours truly and the sewers. Do you even know what could be living down here?" Cosmos"Goblins and toughs, mostly. I used to run down here as a kid. Those are easy to avoid. Goblins you hear singing a mile away, and toughs generally leave you alone if you toss some crap their way. They're not picky about their food. What you really gotta watch out for is when a shadow creature gets down here. Those are rare, though." Cancer"I'd still feel better with a door", Cancer muttered and started looking for a relatively clean and dry spot to sit on. Arthur shrugs. "I am in fine shape to continue, but will wait if others need to." "Finally, someone with a lick of sense!" Janice sits down on a rock nearby and sighs, then speaks to you." You guys look like you need some sleep, you should rest, I'll take watch overnight." This invitation is well received and you all fall soundly asleep almost immediately. When you wake, Janice is no longer there and she has left a small note. Sorry to leave you, but I have to go back to find out what has happened to everyone else and to free Ariel, I'll come back once I have enough information, until then, just carry on by yourself. As you carry on the tunnel seem darker with the only light from the occasional grating above. Then you get to a larger area, with a huge river of waste, crossing another with only a few wooden planks to cross over. There are three ways of getting out, across the wooden planks, over the river of to the right. But the worst thing in the room is not the pool of waste, of the rotting wood you may have to cross, but three hell knights stood waiting for you. Spoiler Hide Roll initiative: (1d20)[18] Seeing the Hell knights stark in the gloom thanks to his infernal eyes, Cosmos jumps into a fighting stance, hand extended and his tail swaying subtly behind him, silently daring the Hell knights to approach him. Spoiler Hide Initiative time! (1d20+2)[7] Spoiler Hide Rolling initiative while waiting for that answer (1d20+2)[22] EDIT: Well whaddoyaknow... a natural 20. Neat Cancer VarreusFirst we get dumped by our contact like a moldy piece of cabbage - and now there's Hell knights? Nicander cursed to himself. With his luck, one of the Hell knights was probably that bastard Devin. Taking a quick look at the armored men he tried to see if one of them was wearing the proud Hell knight aspirant's armor - one adorned with a sword-wielding princes on the breastplate. He was about to suggest they fall back and find another passage, but seeing the eagerness of the others - particularly the white-clad tie fling - he sighed deeply.Oh, f*** it, he thought to himself as he started chanting a small spell, targeting the closely-gathered group of Hell knights. Before they knew it, the ground underneath their armored feet started exuding a glistening coating of grease, making their footing incredibly precarious. Spoiler Hide Casting sleep on one of the Hell knights, dropping him to visit the Sandman for 1 minute. DC 13 Will save negates. Had a better idea. Cast grease under the Hell knights' feet. 10x10 feet area, anyone in that area must succeed on a DC 13 Reflex save or fall on their armored asses Tánaiste saw the hell knights and was ready to you diplomacy when she saw her companions who looked like they rather use the sword. She sighed and started to cast a spell. Spoiler Hide Casting Bless (1d20)[12] unit RIMA looks across at the armored knights and puts her scimitar up at the ready. Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+2)[12] Arthur keeps up a cheery enough tone as the travel, freely sharing the lore and tales he hoards. He is stopped mid-sentence by the sight of the armored men. Spoiler Hide unit (1d20+5)[6] The Hell knights charge. One slips and falls into the sewage, shouting in rage, but the other two run forwards straight at you. One goes for Cancer, the other is forced to wait behind him due to the narrowness of the sewer. Spoiler Hide (1d20)[17] (1d20)[9] (1d20)[20] Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+1)[6] Damage: (1d8+3)[5] Cancer VarreusLuckily for Cancer, the Hell knight's swing went wide, allowing the bard to retreat safely out of harm's way while the heavily armored opponent cursed." May I ask for some back-up over here?"the flamboyant young man called out to his comrades before he started to sing, the magic of his craft flowing with each operatic note. Spoiler Hide Retreat 20ft., start bardic performance: inspire courage (round 1/13). Cancer's allies get a +1 boost to their attack and damage rolls as well as to their save rolls against fear and charm effects. Arthur points to the nearest knight." Lookout behind you! Get him!" Spoiler Hide murderous command on the charging hell knight, will DC 15 or attack nearest ally RIMA grins as the first knight falls into the sewage. Her scimitar cracks with electricity as she charges at the nearest foe. Spoiler Hide elemental assault (electricity) + charge + attack with scimitar Swift action to add 1d6 electrical damage to next scimitar attack Full round action to charge and attack: (1d20+2)[11] Damage: (2d6+1)[8] Tánaiste moves in and summons the eerie power of death. Spoiler Hide Channel Neg energy (W/ selective channel) (1d8)[3] damage DC 15 Spoiler Hide Will saves: For murderous command (1d20-1)[7] Against negative channeling (1d20-1)[13] (1d20-1)[11] (1d20-1)[18] When Cancer moves backwards, the Hell knight takes the opportunity to attack him. The Hell knight who attacked Cancer then spins around and sends a blow to his friend, when both of them are hit by the negative energy. The one who fell in the sewer, gets up and runs through the sewage to get behind the party. Spoiler Hide AOO on Cancer: (1d20+1)[10] Damage: (1d8+3)[9] Murderous command attack: (1d20+1)[12] Damage: (1d8+3)[5] Cosmos notices the one in the sewer and makes a leaping kick to try and intercept him." Justice!" Spoiler Hide Cosmos attacks the Hell knight in the sewers. Attack: (1d20+2)[18] Damage: (1d6+2)[8] Arthur gives a grim half smile as the knight obeys his command. He repeats it to the one attempting to flank them."You're so-called allies have turned against each other, you have been betrayed!" Spoiler Hide murderous command will 15 Cancer VarreusEven though battle had been joined, Cancer couldn't help but marvel at the acoustics of the sewers. Ruefully he couldn't help but chuckle in the middle of his song, contemplating whether the great opera houses of Gregorian had similar conditions as this smelly, overflowing corridor. Noticing the two Hell knights exchange blows, he took his chances with the one that RIMA wasn't hacking at. Pulling out his short bow and arrow, he took aim and fired, hoping to catch a chink in the fanatic's armor. Spoiler Hide Continue bardic performance (round 2/13). Short bow attack! (1d20+3)[8] Damage: (1d6+1)[6] Spoiler Hide Will save against murderous command: (1d20-1)[9] RIMA concentrates and her scimitar lights up with a green glow. She strikes the hell night a second time. Spoiler Hide Move action to enhance with Arcane Pool + standard action to attack roll: (1d20+5)[20] Damage: (1d6+3)[9] Rydell slices on of the Hell knight, electrocuting their armor in the process, it's body drops to the ground, no life left. Cosmos makes a deadly blow on the one in the sewer who manages to stay alive long enough to reach his friend. Spoiler Hide Attack on Hell knight: (1d20+3)[4] (1d8+1)[2] Cosmos lands on his feet in the slime of the sewer and leaps back up to the floor to rejoin the battle. Arthur closes with the remaining foes, swinging his Morningstar with more vim than skill. Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[11] damage (1d8+4)[5] rolls include birdsong Cancer VarreusSeeing one of the Hell knights drop, Cancer let out a celebratory whoop and continued firing. Spoiler Hide Continue bardic performance (round 3/13), and fire short bow (-4 for shooting into melee) (1d20-1)[9] Damage: (1d6+1)[5] Tánaiste moves so that both remaining hell knights are caught in her area before she again calls forth the power of death. Spoiler Hide DC 15 (1d8)[3] RIMA steps forward and attacks the next hell knight. Spoiler Hide move + attack roll: (1d20+5)[13] Damage: (1d6+3)[7] Spoiler Hide Will save against negative energy. (1d20-1)[16] (1d20-1)[11] Cancer Various"Come on, people, you're making me look bad!" Nicander yelled in the midst of his performance and pulled out a scroll from the narrow, yellowed scroll case on his belt. Starting to read from the scroll's incantation, he focused his borrowed magic on the most fit-looking Hell knight still standing. Spoiler Hide Continue bardic performance (round 4/13), along with read magic and cast Sleep on the Hell knight with the least wounds. If the other Hell knight is within 10ft. From him, he's affected too. DC 14 Will to overcome. One of the Hell knights drops dead from the negative energy, the other manages to stay on his feet long enough to fall into a deep sleep, tripping over into the sewage. Spoiler Hide Well done you guys, you managed to defeat your first encounter. I promise the next ones will go a lot quicker. Tánaiste moves to each dead body and hovers over it giving the deceased a small prayer. Then begins to rummage through their belongings to find anything useful. Cosmos approaches the slumbering Hell knight." Shall I execute this one, or shall we let him live? I would rather show mercy, but we should be careful that we are not followed." 'Let them drown in the waste of the city they corrupt. It is a just death.' Rima mutters as she sheathes her sword,'What we ought to worry about is how to proceed from here.' "Did Janice leave any note or something?" Arthur rests his Morningstar across his shoulder, looking down questioningly at the fallen knight. "Seems a bit...hard, just killing him like that. Not that he wouldn't have done for us. Still hard to track in these sewers, I would guess. Could strip him down and tie him up. By the time he got to his friends we'd be long gone, and he'd not soon live it down. Or wash off the stink." "Does anybody have any rope?" "I have," Cancer answered with a grumble and pulled a coil of silk rope from his backpack." But I expect you to buy me the length you use up. This isn't cheap, you know", he muttered, nonetheless handing in the rope." Also, you might want to strip him and tie him quickly. The spell I cast only lasts about a minute or so. Or just kill him, for all I care. We're already on the 'To Be Tortured' list for the Hell knights, might as well go all the way." Cosmos works quickly, attempting to peel the man out of his armor. Reluctant though he is, Cancer sets out to help Cosmos in peeling the slumbering Hell knight from his weapons and armor. If they had to deal with an enraged Hell knight, better it is a bound and naked enraged Hell knight. You continue along, the steady drip of the sewer and the faint sounds of Hell knights leading you on until you reach an intersection. Four different paths lead off each one darker and smellier than the other. You have to make a decision quick, before the Hell knights catch you. Cosmos observes the walls, looking for some clue. Spoiler Hide Perception check: (1d20+6)[16] Arthur's eyes glaze over, unfocused, as his lips move slowly. In his minds eye, he is surrounded by a tornado of books and scrolls on an infinite plane of shelves. He runs along the endless stacks, looking for a map. Where is that orangutan? Spoiler Hide know local w/ focused trance, taking (1d6)[6] ends, (1d20+21)[41] to find the best route to where we are going Disc world reference. Lore Oracles are fun. Down to of the passageways are dead ends, Arthur finds out, while the other two merge together and lead on to the hideout. One passage has a group of goblins hiding in it, the other has a hidden treasure chest in it. Tánaiste looks a bit confused as Arthur goes into a trance." Which way?"she asks hoping the others know what they are doing. He shakes his head, coming back to the present. Pointing down the tunnels in turn, "Goblins, treasure, those to merge back together and go on." He holds his head for a second." Also, ow." "How did you do that? What did you even do?" Zosimus is suddenly quite curious about Arthur. It seemed there was more to him than met the eye. He blushes, looking down. Seeing sewer floor, he decides it's better to look up. Small improvement." I...sometimes... I know things. There is a map of the sewer somewhere, must have seen it. Yeah." Well, technically there was, or will be, a map and I did see it, just not in the way they expect. RIMA Pluck'There's no time for this! Let's go on to the hideout.' Rima snaps as she steps up to the entrance Arthur suggested 'went on'. "Right, so... goblins or no goblins?" "Well, leave the goblins for the hell knights to find. The treasure though...could be something worth bringing to the hideout. I think its worth a shot, since ewe are right here." Wylie"Then let's go,"she says impatiently. You take the lectern most passage which leads deeper into the sewer. As Arthur said you are not harassed by goblins, hell knights or anything else. You look out constantly for the treasure that may be down here. Spoiler Hide Perception checks Tánaiste is pulled along my the momentum of the group. Her eyes wide with expectation. Spoiler Hide (1d20+20)[38] perception Cosmos can see easily in the dark, constantly searching for the treasure. Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+6)[12] Arthur stumbles along, still foggy from his vision. Spoiler Hide (1d20)[3] Wylie notices something out of the corner of her eye. The aforementioned cache. As you open it you find two potions of CLW one CMW and one Cat's Grace. Tánaiste turns to what she thought she saw and says,"Guys, I thought I saw something that away." "What do you see?" Arthur looks in the indicated direction, checking for magic. He excitedly recovers the potions. "These will certainly be helpful, if nothing else we can get some cash for them." He hands them out, then points the way on." Probably should keep going through, since I don't think we're concerned about the goblin problem at the moment." Wylie"I'm not sure, but there was something,"she answers. Wylie"Let's just go,"she said. "Takin' point!" Zosimus cheerfully says, making his way to the front.

CoT_ The Bastards of Erebus IC|rating:3.0

~The Story Of Evil~ [Zenith and Dawn]

Joseline listened intently to Allen as he talked about Kyle Marlon and the Red Rebellion. It was good for her to hear this. She smiled as they got to the bathroom. €œNo Allen, I will pick out my clothes for the funeral tomorrow when I wake up, but could you go get my night gown and bring it here. When you return, I want you to wait outside the door till I call for you.a With that she turned and entered the bathroom hoping that Gabby had already run some water. Josceline was amazed by the fact that Gabby had already drawn the bath. She must have done it before she had gone to the garden. Joseline smiled, taking off her clothes and getting into the nice hot water, she felt her muscle relax and the fear of what was going to happen next fade as the water washed some of the dirt off her body. Dunking her head under the water to get it wet, she grabbed some soap and started washing her short blonde hair. After that she stared to wash the rest of herself till she was squeaky clean. Getting out of the bath she grabbed a towel from the rack next to the bath and wrapped it around herself. €œAllen, ” she called. €œCould you bring in my clothes.a[It's ok. I know a lot about Victorian clothes. This is my favorite time period.] "As you wish my lady." He bowed and walked off, towards the princess second walk-in wardrobe. He selected a yellow gown off the rack and returned to stand outside the room half of his face concealed in the shelter of the shade. After what seemed like hours, she finally called him to bring in the clothes. He knocked, and opened the door. The princess's room was the most well furnished, a calming ambiance. He swept into the room and placed the nightgown over a screen door where the princess could collect it. He stepped clear away from the screen, turning his back onto the door and proceeding to the vase of roses. Furthermore, he retrieved from his pocket a short pair of scissors, and began to remove short thorns which had grown since his last visit to the room. As he snipped he asked, "So for tomorrow's breakfast, it would be brioche, toast with butter, Earl Grey tea and french vanilla coffee. Would there be anything else you would require, my lady?" He paused, turning the rose to see if all the thorns were removed, perfect. The stalk looked as though as it had never grown thorns before. He smiled briefly at his handiwork and started on the next rose. "Would you like me to bring breakfast to you, or would you like to go to the tearoom for breakfast? Also, I shall prepare some of your black gowns for the funeral which you might want to consider. Is there any specific dress you would like for the occasion?" He silently prayed that he had not stepped over the threshold, thus he acted as he had always done. Peering over the screen Joseline saw that Allen™s back was turned to her, grabbing her nightgown she pulled it over her head with ease, adjusting it here and there so it flowed down her tiny body perfectly, the yellow shade of the gown added color to her normally pale skin. Grabbing her hairbrush off the table next to the tube, she walked over to the chair by her bed and faced Allen, brushing the wet knots out of her hair. €œSome strawberry preserve for the toast would be nice.a She said half-heartily, wondering if she would even be able to eat in the morning. Josceline brushed her hair as she watched Allen work. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, a long day for sure, and she was not ready at all. €œI will take my breakfast in here. I do not wish to be bothered by people. The fewer people I see the happier I will be. As for the dress, I do not think it matters which one I wear. All of them are so dark and depressing. I know you would die, but I would wear my lovely purple dress if I could.a She laughed at the thought. Getting up, she put her hairbrush back down and went to stand next to her queen size oak bed. The bed was huge for someone as small as her, she couldn™t even touch the footboard when she laid out straight. €œThat will be all, Allen.a She said turning her back as she crawled into bed to sleep. Allen pulled the blanket over her. "As you wish. Good night, my lady." He picked up the candleholder, extinguishing the flames with a short blast of air from his lungs. He set the candleholder down before leaving, closing the door behind him silently. The moment he left the room, he went to the servant's quarters, and changed out of his attire for a charcoal colored shirt, black pants and a pair of polished leather shoes. He closed the door leading to his room, nodding at Gabby before snatching a candle from its holder and attaching it to a smaller holder. He hen lit the candle and stepped out into the darkness. Furthermore, he wandered the castle's corridors of hours, patrolling and informing the cooks on what to prepare for breakfast. Furthermore, he then went to the princess's wardrobe and removed two gowns. One was a simple one, no frills, the other was heavy and flowing. He left them on a table and left the room, locking the door behind him, and continued to walk in the darkness within the castle.(You may make it 'the next day' when you wish to.)[IMG] Joseline walked down the hall of the castle, her favorite purple dress rustling with every step she took. She was on her way to the garden, her sacred Eden, anytime she felt unsafe or unsure of herself; she would go straight to her little bench that was surrounded by her favorite strawberry colored roses and clear her thoughts. By the time she reached the west archway it was pitch black, she looked up at the night sky, not one single star had come out, not even the moon. Joseline shrugged, nothing was going to keep her way from her plants. Getting to her special bench she sat down, closed her eyes and breathed in the heavy scent of the sweet flowers and sweat? Her eyes flashed open as a hand grabbed her from behind. She kicked and screamed trying to get the attacker off her till cold steal pressed against her neck. €œDon’t make another move my lady, or it will be your last, ” the bone chilling voice whispered in her ear.you would not dare harm me, ” she said, her voice coming out strong and cold. He laughed, an evil laugh she wished she would never hear again. €œThat’s what you think.”Josceline awoke with sweat dripping off her forehead and hands. €œIt was only a dream, it was only a dream.a She mumbled to herself over and over again as she pulled the covers off herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She needed to get out of here, get some fresh air, anything. Standing up she crossed the room and grabbed a hold of the door knob unsure if she should leave the safety of her room or not. But where would she go? She could not go to the garden, just the thought of it made her shake with fear. Without thinking much about it, she swung the door open and walked out. Anyplace was better than her room. The castle was eerie at night. Most of the torchlights were out which made it difficult for her to see anything as she moved slightly about the halls. She sighed as she got to one of the many staircases. Joseline looked down at it with a scowl. €œI guess you are the next best thing, ” she said sitting down on the cold stone step. Allen opened the doors leading into the ballroom, his footsteps echoed within the gigantic room. After making sure no one was left, he locked the room, and walked on. He heard footsteps, fading away. His eyes widened as he realized that the very corridor he was in was within was leading to the princess's room. He picked up his speed, opening the door to the princess's room, and noticing she was not in. He jogged forward, his other hand resting on the hilt of the sword buckled to his waist. Furthermore, he saw movement ahead, and he looked down the stairwell. Allen paused, his hand grasping the hilt of his sword, a full inch of tempered steel from the scabbard, and the air holding the wavering candle aloft. He was about to shout a warning when he realized that it was the princess. He sheathed his weapon and stepped outside, standing behind the princess. "My lady, what are you doing out so late? You have a funeral to attend tomorrow." He considered the princess's mental condition, acknowledging the fact that she had just lost her last known family member, "You seem to be having some trouble sleeping. Could you tell why is that so, my lady?" Joseline messed with the hem of her yellow nightgown, rubbing it in-between her fingers slightly ripping out the stitches. Hurried footsteps were echoing down the hallway as she sat. She did not draw away from the noise, did not hide either, she just kept sitting messing with her dress while thinking about the funeral that was going to happen later today. She had no idea what she was going to do, if she could even cry anymore over the death of her father. Furthermore, she loved her father, yes she really did, but crying did not seem like it would help anything, nothing could bring him back.anti am I having trouble sleeping, ” she said looking up from her dress. €œI had a nightmare, someone was trying to kill mean¦a Her voice trailed off as she spoke. She thought back to the dream, the roses, she probably would never be able to go to the garden by herself again. She sighed, her favorite place in the world, her Eden, had just been taken away from her. "They attacked me while I was in the rose garden." Allen trailed his hand on the metal railing, ignoring its intricate design, "My, lady, do you know who might be the person who attacked you, or have a vague guess of who he or she is? Also, there is nothing for you to fear, for so long as I'm around, I will be more than willing to protect you with all that I have. So... there is no reason to fear a rose garden is there? Or maybe I'm deluded." He walked down the marble steps, pausing for a moment on the same step the princess was on. He pushed the pommel of the sword backwards, so that he could sit beside the princess, "My lady, what is lost cannot be regained. You may cry and cry to let out all you emotions... but in the end, it will not come back." He smiled sadly, "I've learned that the hard way, my parents abandoned me when I was younger, and thus I had served under the Abandoned house, that is until Leon hart decided it was best for me to serve here, under the king, and here I am, serving you." He smiled, looking at the courtyard below, casting about on how he may comfort the princess." People have suffered worse, and they have survived. You will be fine. My lady," He scooped out his pocket watch, glancing at it, "It's already one in the morning, you should return to sleep."(Just walked back and go to sleep, I will begin the next day. Unless you wish to proceed with the conversation.) Joseline rolled her eyes as Allen talked. How dare he compare what was going on with her with anyone else! She had more problems than just any other person losing a family member, she was gaining a country along with her father™s death. She scowled as he talked but did not interrupt him. When he was finished she let go of the little piece of her gown she was playing and smoothed it out. €œIf you cannot tell, I am not crying. And as for surviving, I know I can.Ashe stood up and started to climb up the stair but turned to look down at him.Aldo not forget my breakfast, ” with that she turned and walked to her bedroom. Opening the door to her room she walked to her bed and crawled into her bed, pulling the covers over herself she fell asleep. He bowed, "Yes, my lady. It will be ready like always."******When the sun rose on the next day, Allen, was already dressed, smoothing his black coat and straightening his tie. He tied his hair up in a black silk ribbon before exiting his room. He went to the cooks, making sure that breakfast was being prepared, and then he made his way to the princess's room. Furthermore, he knocked softly, and there was no response. Furthermore, he opened the door, peeking inside to see that she was still asleep. Furthermore, he closed the door slowly and hurried to the kitchen, taking a toast with a spread of butter, consuming the hot food quickly. Furthermore, he wiped his mouth and went to the cooks." Is the princess's breakfast ready?" He asked, clasping his hands behind his back, hoping that it was." Yeah, yeah, it's over there," The burly man gestured to where a silver platter and a tray of tea cups, teapot, jar of tea leaves and a flask of hot water. Allen picked up the flask and filled the tea cups with hot water before emptying the cups into a sink. He took another flask of hot water and swapped it with the previous flask. Allen moved his attention to the platter and removed the lid, inspecting the contents briefly before nodding and replacing the lid. Then he paused, horror-struck, "Where is the coffee?"" Still brewing, should be ready in a couple of minutes. White will bring it up." Allen picked up the tray, dancing in between the rows of tables in the kitchen. He carried the food up to the second level. He placed the plate on the trolley and allowed White to place the coffee pot, teaspoons and a small container of fine sugar, imported directly from Leviathan. Furthermore, he thanked White and proceeded with pushing the trolley to the princess's room. White called out, "I shall prepare the carriage and horses."" Acknowledged." Allen continued until he was at the princess room. From there, he continued to wait, until the princess awoke and called him in, like she always did. He sat on a small stone bench, one hand propping his head up, an ear angled towards the door. Joseline slept restlessly all night, tossing and turning in bed, kicking the blankets off to the side. She was not going to get a good night sleep no matter what she did. She sat up in bed and looked out the window to the right, tinny strips of sunlight streamed in through the tightly pulled curtains. Yawning as she got out of bed she walked over to the little table with her brush on it and sat brushing her short blond hair with a frown on her face.fallen!a she called, setting the brush-off to the side. She watched as he walked in and placed the food on the table in front of her. She looked down at her food unsure if she could stomach to eat any of it. Picking up the coffee she placed the cup to her lips and sipped slowly. The warmth of it filled her body and a small smile crossed her lips as she took another sip. €œSo what is the agenda for today?a Picking up the toast she took a bite and chewed slowly. Allen picked up a teaspoon, scooping two teaspoons of Earl Grey tea leaves into the teapot, he then filled the teapot with hot water, allowing some of the hot air to escape before closing the lid. He pressed his gloved hand onto the lid, pouring the perfumed tea into a cup." Today, you would be required to attend your father's funeral, followed by the execution at two. I had the execution shifted to an earlier timing should you wish to have tea at three in the rose garden. After that, there will be a meeting by the council, they are deciding on a new ruler. Many have said it should be you, my lady." He set the teacup on a saucer and placed it on the bedside table. He walked back to the cart and set a plate laden with brioche on the table, beside the princess." In addition, the head of the castle security has recommended additional guards around the castle. And replacing the servant patrols with armed squads of guards." He closed the lid on the platter. "We will be leaving in a two hours' time, I will be back in a moment." He left the room, and took the two dresses, the light and simple one and the heavy and elegant one, both were purple in color. He took them and presented them to the princess, "Would you prefer the light gown or the heavy one? As it is spring, I suggest you take the light gown, but it's only a humble suggestion, my lady." their is a lot going on today, ” she said as she took the last bite of toast and washed it down with the French coffee. They were moving the funeral and execution right along. She thought back to yesterday and what Fletcher had said about her and her father, how her family was a breed of dogs. She was going to enjoy the execution today, she knew that for sure. Her mind fuzzed over everything else, the meeting about the new ruler, she doubted that she would be attending that, and she saw it coming with the addition to the guards, they could not afford another death at this time. Josceline looked down at the brioche as Allen gave it to her, she could not eat it, her stomach was starting to grown with nervousness for the funeral. She pushed it away from her slightly and looked up at Allen as he presented two purple dresses. €œAllen!a she exclaimed half surprised. €œOh, purple. I cannot believe you picked out these two dresses.a She giggled as she got out of her chair and walked more towards the light gown. €œYou are right about the lightweight gown. I would die of heat in the other.taking the light purple gown out of his hands she went behind her dressing screen. €œAllen, would you go down to the garden and get some of the black roses that are in the far back.a She said, taking off her night gown and pulling the other dress over her body. €œBut before you do that come and tie this dress for me.a She came out from behind the screen as she said this and turned her back towards him so he could fix up the corset tie in the back. "Yes, my lady." He ensured that his gloves were securely on before attempting to tie on the corset. This could give its wearer a hard time breathing, but, it was a command. He pulled the strings, tightening and pausing alternatively. He continued until the corset was fitted onto the princess. Furthermore, he tied the remaining string into a knot and bowed, "I will be going to the garden now." Allen left the room, patting his coat pocket ensuring the pair of scissors was still with him. He entered the garden, opening the wooden gate and walking to a small segment which was fenced away from the main bed of roses. For here, it was where black roses grew, and the princess disliked seeing black roses mixed in with her other favorite ones. The servant bent over on the path, cutting out four roses, with stalks as long as his middle finger. He plucked out a yellow rose before leaving the garden. He kept one black rose and the yellow rose, proceeding to snip away at the thorns which would threaten the princess's delicate fingers. Furthermore, he climbed the steps slowly, cutting away at the thorns. When he finally reached the princess's room, two roses were cleared of thorns. "Forgive me my lady, the last rose will be ready in a moment." He set the two roses on the table by the window-side and carried on removing the thorns. When he was done, he placed the rose on the table gently. "I shall leave you to yourself, if you need anything just pull the bell string to summon me." Allen left the room again, returning to his room and sliced of the thorns of the yellow rose, removing the black petals of the black rose and tucking them securely, yet randomly, in-between the yellow petals. He buckled his sword onto his belt and ran a hand through his hair, glancing at his stopwatch, thirty minutes to departure. When Allen left the first time she walked over to her bedside table and pulled out something Gabby had made for her a long time ago. It was a long black piece of silk with two little holes to place flowers into. She remembered when Gabby had given it to her, she had placed it in her hands and said, army lady, I made this for you, I know how much you love roses, and you can put them on this and wear them in your hair.a She had loved it, but had never worn it. Josceline crossed the room to where Allen had put the flowers, picking one of them up she pushed it into the whole on the headband, and then did the same with the second. She smiled down at her work and walked over to the full length mirror by the changing screen. Her short flat blonde hair looked washed out when she wore the purple dress. Putting the flowered headband in her hair she tied the loose end behind her neck under her hair. She admired herself now, the added color in her hair made her look less simple. She stood a little longer, staring at herself in the mirror, she was so tinny. Furthermore, she touched her face, her eyes were a perfect shade of blue, and her lips that were always drawn in a thin line, a pale pink. Furthermore, she smiled, it looked strange to her on her face, she looked away and frowned, she would never truly smile, not with her father dead. "Time to go," the servant clapped his hands, sheathing them in pearly white gloves once again. He exited the servants quarters, watching as two fine steeds pulling a grand carriage behind them reached the front steps. He opted for a more visible route and walked to the main hall, ascending one of the twin spiral staircases which led to the second level. Furthermore, he climbed, slowly, his fingers caressing the black and mottled marble which formed the entirety of the staircase he was on. And then to the other one, white and clean from any dark streaks. He reached the top, and proceeded to the princess's room." My lady," Allen knocked on the door, "Your carriage is ready. And-" He retrieved a letter stamped in a blue wax seal within his coat, presenting it in two hands to the princess, "a letter of greetings and consolation from the heir of Blue, Kyle Marlon." When the princess took the letter, he stepped out of the room, holding the door open for her to exit. Joseline took the letter from him and turned it around in her hands. On one side was the blue seal and on the other was her name in big bubbly letter. She walked out the door of her room and down the stairs still staring at the letter, she wonders what was inside it. Looking up she watched as one of the many guards opened up the door to the outside. The sun was up without a cloud in the sky. It was going to be a beautiful day. The sweet smell of flowers came to her and a smile hinted at her lips.army lady, ” she looked over at the coach man who had his hand extended for her. Grabbing his hand she let him help her up into the carriage. Sitting down inside she fixed her dress and the opened up the letter reading what was inside. Lady Joseline, I was so sorry to hear about the tragic circumstances surrounding your father™s death. King Edward was a great ruler, and an even better father I could imagine. It must be very difficult to come to terms with the fact he died the way he did. People often tell me how much he valued his relationship with you, said his daughter was the number one thing in his life. As you may know I will be coming to Lucinda soon, and if there is anything I can do for you while I stay just ask, I am at your command. King Edward will be missed, but I know you will grow to take his place. Affectionately yours, Kyle MarlonJosceline put the letter down and looked out the window, Kyle Marlon had caught her attention now. The letter was what she needed to help her get through the day. A smiled crossed her lips, I am at your command he had said. That was something she would put use to. Allen climbed into the carriage and sat opposite the princess, the carriage rolled off, White giving directions to the venue. A shadow covered them as they passed from the Inner circle to the middle circle. The funeral was held in a cemetery reserved only for the royal family, located in the middle circle in the city. Men and women alike, were gathered at the site, talking in hushed tones, they glanced briefly at the carriage as it rolled past them, followed by hushed consolations. As the horses slowed to a trot, the crowd fell into a silence. Somewhere at the far edges of the crowd, a baby cried. Allen looked around as the carriage halted, wishing silently that the people would go away as they would only worsen the princess's mental state. Allen leaped out of the carriage, landing lightly on the flagstone path, he raised his hand, offering it to the princess to help her down the height. He looked up at her, trying to conceal his thoughts, "My lady, this way." He gestured to the side of an open grave. The coffin had yet to reach, yet, the people were many.******Leon hart spotted Allen walking the princess to the grave. He looked at his daughter solemnly, "Allen is there, with princess Joseline. You may want to avoid acting too friendly with Allen as it might invoke the princess's Wrath." Okay, RedMercenary's relations: She has met with the princess, eye contact only. She is hot-tempered yet respectful to all, for that was how she was brought up. She still practices swordplay regularly, even though her swordplay partner, Allen has left. Furthermore, she is rather friendly and outgoing, compared to most of the cast, only to be surpassed by Fletcher and Scotia. Scottei: A hired assassin for Lucinda, very skilled, yet she has white hair and a pale completion, an albino in other terms. She is slightly unhinged, she used to work for the Red Rebels until she found out safety hazards were less, and the pay was better with the Yellow kingdom. Joseline stared out the window as the carriage rolled out into the middle city. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw all the people that were here for her father™s funeral. She frowned, so many people to put on a show for, she thought as she let Allen help her get out. Straightening out her dress she handed the letter to Allen. €œKeep this till the end of the funeral, ” she said as she followed him to her seat and sat. Josceline frowned. She was not enjoying this funeral much, and it had not even started yet. She turned her heading looking around gritting her teeth, there were people covering every inch of the place. €œWhy do so many people have to be here?a She asked Allen. €œI mean most of these people never even saw King Eduarda girl was looking over at Joseline from across the graveyard, and she stopped in mid-sentence. The girl smiled and then waved, but it did not look like a wave to her, more like a wave toad¦ Allen? Joseline looked up at Allen squaring her jaw. She was not in the mood for any funny business. €œWho’s that?before Allen could say much the girl walked over to them and put a hand on Allen's shoulder, "Hello Allen! I have not seen you in an a long time, I hope you're doing well." Greeting him warmly with a smiled she turned to the princess and bowed. "My lady, I am Mina. It is very nice to meet you." And before she could say anything the girl walked off and joined back with her father. Josceline was puzzled by what had just happen and looked up at Allen dazed. "Again, who is that?" She almost laughed.(So sorry it took me so long to write something) "Yes, my lady." He accepted the letter, tucking the paper within his coat pocket and followed her, standing beside her and looking out for possible assassins. He listened to her when she questioned the lack of movement space. Furthermore, he considered a diplomatic answer, "My lady, you may not know this, but your father was loved by his people. That is why they are here as a form of respect." He heard her voice again, he looked down at her and to who she was gesturing at. It was Mina, a young lady, older than him by about five years... he looked back at the princess, "That would be Mina, daughter of the second Advisor of your father. She is pretty-" He clammed up as Mina approached. He tried to smile at Mina when the princess was not looking, and before he could say anything, she skipped of again. "Ah..." Allen let his hand drop limply to his side, before assuming a more professional posture." She is pretty hot-tempered at times, I was about to warn you about just that." The eleventh chime rang out, the funeral was beginning. He wrapped his finger around her hand, "My lady, this way," He led her to where the open coffin lay. Men and women nodded, dressed in black and white, like chess pieces.******Leon hart whispered to Mina as the chime rang repeatedly, "That was too friendly, look now, you may just have gotten the poor boy into trouble." He smiled, "We should go over there," He led her to a small line, which was quickly growing in length.******Scottie pulled out a red-hot brand, her sweat dripping from her forehead before slipping past her tender lips. She walked forward, he hips moving in a sultry manner, and pressed the red metal into the man's chest. The man screamed even as she tossed the metal into a bucket of water. She crouched so that they were eye to eye, "So, will you tell me who gave you the orders, or we will have a round ten." The prisoner mumbled something inaudible. Scottie slapped him with the back of her hand, a strict blow, knuckles striking the condemned fellow. "Speak up. Or I'll-" The man's head drooped as he fell unconscious, blood dripping from his nose. She sighed, removing all the metallic tools within the rusted bucked and dousing him in the water. Time out. She exited the cell, locking the door behind her. She ran her hands over her black tunic, sighing when she saw her fingers covered in soot and blood. Furthermore, she would have to clean that up later. Furthermore, she was the first blade of Lucinda, an assassin to die for. Her regular jobs involve interrogation and torture, she enjoyed the latter more, however, the late king had specifically told the prisons to control the amount of what they send to the torture rooms. Joseline fallowed Allen as he led her to the coffin reluctantly. She did not want to go up and see her father at all. She turned her head around slowly to see more people get up and come into the line to view the body. One face stuck out from all the rest and that was Minoan™s and her father fallowing right behind her. They ended up a few people behind which made Joseline smile. She did not like Mina, the way she had just come up to her earlier and talked to Allen had struck a nerve in the princess. She turned back around as they finally reached the coffin, and she looked inside holding her breath. He looked so peaceful; he had the same sleepy gin on that he had had when she had found him dead. The memory tugged at her heart and a single tear rolled down her face. €œI love you father, ” her voice came out in a cracked whisper. €œI hope that I will become as great as you.a She leaded down and kissed his check. Turning around Joseline walked back to her seat down folding her hand in her lap as she sat. She looked around at all the people; some of them were looking back. Look at who their next ruler might be, this tinny fourteen-year-old girl. Joseline did not stare at one face for too long, but kept her eye wondering until they landed on Mina again. She walked over towards Joseline and stood before her bowing once again.anti am truly sorry for your loss, my lady. Your father was a great man and I know you will become a great ruler just like him.a Minoan™s said respectfully.thank you, Mina, ” was all Joseline could seem to get out. She did not know why, but she had a strange feeling about Mina that caused her heart to drop every time they spoke. Allen was on the verge of indicating the awkwardness to Mina, but the princess was present. Thus, he opted for standing by the princess's side, looking around at those who stared at her for too long. He scowled at two boys, who leered at the princess even though she was not looking. He stepped forward, his left hand moving slowly to the pommel of the sword. When the boys left, he greeted Mina more stiffly than he would have done in normal circumstances, he stepped to her, so that they were standing side by side, yet facing opposite directions. He said softly, "Lady Mina, it would seem that you came her unaccompanied... is your father present? I think he would want to speak to the princess." He looked around, looking for Leon hart. He stepped back behind the princess, "My lady, I might have to speak with Sir Leon hart, he may have something to say on this."[Sorry, I could not get Allen's personality out, maybe in Effort I shall reveal more of his true personality. As of now, Joseline is present so he cannot act in an unprofessional manner.] [IMG]The story begins as such:In an alternate history, three Kingdoms arose. They enjoyed trade and prosperity, and their lives were peaceful. However, these things soon came to an end after mere centuries. The Kingdoms now kept to their own, wary of ill intent from the other Kingdoms. The countries were wary, yet they still maintained a friendly facade of diplomatic talks and left traders to do what they do best. The countries were the following:Marlon: The country of 'blue'. Their city if governed by morals and skills. The people there are the most refined and wield the latest technology. Lucifinia: The country of 'yellow'. Their city is ruled by the best. Meritocracy is the main policy, and it has ensured that the businesses were always run by competent people. Thus, this ensured that wealth would always run within the veins of the city. Elphegort: The county of 'green'. The people in their city live rich lives... or sink deeply into poverty. There is a major gap between the rich and the poor, with hardly anyone standing in between the wealth gap. Thus, mansions and servants are readily available. Even though this is the state of the country, the people are considerate for each other... most of them. The story begins in Lucinda, when the King is lying on his deathbed... Allen, 14[IMG] Allen stood by the door, his hands by his sides, ready to be of service should the princess require anything. She temper was directly proportional to the downward spiral of her father's health. And right now, she was sitting by the King's bed, speaking in hushed tones. The King himself was renowned for his love for his daughter. Allen turned his head slowly, taking care not to make the slightest rustle of the shirt and vest which he wore. To his left was Fletcher, who too awaited orders. Orders less important. The man had a nasty habit of wandering off silently whenever he was bored. Allen returned his gaze to the duo, and the clock struck three, it was time to provide the King with his medication. Allen awaited for the princess to allow him to prepare the medicine. Joseline had be holding back tears all morning, the burning of the little tear drops behind her eyes was becoming unbearable. She loved her father so much, and it pained her to see him like this, but she could not cry in front of him, not now. He was dying; she wanted to give him strength like he had done for her when she was sick as a child or had gotten a cut from falling in the rose bushes outside. She loved her father.army dear Joseline, ” her father™s voice came out in a weak whisper. €œDo not look so upset my child. Smile for me? I love seeing your smile.a Joseline looked down at her father and could not help but smile. He was such a silly old man. But what™d this has to happen to him? A single tear threaten to roll onto her face. No, she thought, not now! Allen blinked, she is so upset that she even forgot to give the command to prepare the medicine. He scowled when Fletcher shrugged awkwardly. He thought carefully, should he break the moment now? Yes, he should, as delaying the preparations could very well spell certain death for the King. He drew in a breath of the scented air and put a foot forward. Allen stepped forward hesitantly, "Princess, would it be alright for me to prepare the medicine?" He braced himself for a death-glare. €œLook at me Joss, ” the king started to say, but she could not listen to him anymore. She smiled politely down at him. Her teachers had always told her it was always better to show some interest in what a person was saying with just a simple smile, then not make any effort at all; but she could not stand watching him anymore. Joseline put her hands on her father™s bed bracing herself as she stood." Princess, would it be alright for me to prepare the medicine?" Came Allen™s voice from behind her. She turned too scowled at him. She had forgotten about the medicine. He had to have so much of it now. She thought it might not even be working anymore.ayes, Allen. Prepare the medicine, ” the worlds came out of Joseline™s mouth like acid. €œI will be leaving now. Fletcher, take care of my father.a Joseline walked to the door giving both the men a look of authority and annoyance. When they were behind her mouth slipped into a frown and tears started to stream down her face. She could not stand it anymore; she did not even want to be there anymore. She ran. Allen pulled out a pack of green powder, poured a glass of warm water and changed his gloves before scooping out some of the medicine and adding it to a saucer. He then proceeded to add a small amount of water to the saucer. The result was a thick green paste. He picked up as spoon and looking around, the princess had run off, and he was left to feed the man the medicine. He ladled the starchy substance to the king, "Sir, I require you to consume the medicine."" Where is my daughter?"" Sir, she has left the room, perhaps you might want me to go look for her after you take the medication?"" Yes, please do." He said weakly. After consuming a couple of mouthfuls, he changed his mind, "Just go find her now, Fletcher can does it right?" Allen stopped hesitant, but he set down the spoon and saucer, and rose from his seat, "Yes, your highness." He sprinted out of the room, thinking frantically, the princess had always had her tea at three in the tearoom, but recently she had foregone the meal and stayed by her father's side. He turned the corner, startling a group of maids. Furthermore, he proceeded to the garden which the tearoom overlooked. Furthermore, he found her, sitting at a bench in the garden. Furthermore, he slowed to a walk, when he reached her, he stopped before her and asked, "Princess, something seems to be troubling you, maybe you might want to tell me?" Strawberry colored roses surrounded Joseline as she sat on the little metal bench in the garden. There was something about the garden that always made her feel safe. She had stopped crying the instant she had stepped outside and saw the roses she so loved. Plucking the bright red peddles off the rose she had in her hand she watched as they slowly fell to the ground around her feet. She could think better out here. Finally understand all that was going on. Things were happening so fast with her father. It seemed like only yesterday he was ruling the kingdom, and now he could not even get out of bed. Eleven more petals dropped to her feet before she heard someone approaching. Joseline started picking the paddles with more forces, ripping some of them in half, as she looked up at the newcomer, annoyed that they had disturbed her peace. It was Allen. She smirked.areas of now, you are troubling me, Allen, ” Joseline said as she picked at her rose. She looked down at the poor little flower she had just destroyed. It had lost its fullness; the silly rose was just a bud now. €œWhy did he have to get sick?a She did not look up when she said this, just kept looking at the silly red bud in her hands. Squeezing her hands tightly around the stem she looked up at him, her lips drawn in a scowl. She parted her lips as if to say something when pain started to prickle in her hand, she looked down and saw blood dripping off the end of the rose stem. Joseline quickly threw the stem towards Allen and looked at her hands. Tiny pin-prick holes went down her palm were the thorns had cut. She had been so careless. €œSee what you made me do, Allen?a Allen's eyes widened when he saw the girl pricking herself, he said nothing, he just watched silently, a slight gust of wind tugging his ponytail. He watched as blood dripped from her fingertips, yet he did not come forward even though his inner self would have leapt at her, ripped the thorny stalk from her small hands and check on the wound. When she finally addressed him, Allen bowed apologetically, and moved forward, holding out a gloved hand to help the princess to her feet, "I'm terribly sorry for what I have caused, my lady, but I suggest that we go to the infirmary to get that hand seen to. And then return to your father, his health is not very good lately." He reached down and picked up the twisted plant, before dropping the bloodied stalk into the bed of roses. "This way, my lady," He swept his other hand to gesture towards the west archway. Joseline looked over to the west archway and took a small step backwards. She did not know if she wanted to go see her father, to watch him die. That would be all that she would be doing. Sitting next to his bed like the good little girl he wanted her to be, smiling politely, talking back, and watching him slip away from her. She looked over at Allen, the wind had picked up some and was tossing his ponytail back and forth. €œI will go to the infirmary, but I do not know about seeing my father as of now.a With that she started to walk towards the archway, leaving Allen to trail behind her. When she got to the infirmary Nurse Madison came straight up to her and started to fuss about her hands. €œMy lady, what did you do this time? Oh! Seems like you have gotten into the flowers again, you do need to start being more careful.a Joseline just made a face at all this, Madison always talked too much.anti know. Just can you please dress my wound?a she said impatiently. Madison did as she was told be kept talking all the while. Joseline did not pay much attention to her blabber, she knew it had to do with her being more careful, and what she was doing to dress the wound. She just looked down at her hand and impatiently waited for her to be done. Allen bit back a curse and followed the Princess, his boots striking the floor and announcing his presence to all. He stopped by the Infirmary and waited as Nurse Madison began to apply alcohol to the girl's wound and wrap a bandage around it. When the nurse was nearly finished wrapping up the wound, he walked forward, keeping a safe distance between him and her, "My lady, you should go back to your father. He needs his daughter by his side." He nodded at the nurse when she had finished bandaging the wound. "Princess, if you would please follow me."******Fletcher grinned as he added a small handful of white powder to the medicine. He rose, his eyes falsely caring as he ladled the medicine into the king's waiting mouth. After the king ate all the medicine, he dozed off. Spotting the advantage, Fletcher stripped off his vest, and pinned a red symbol on his shoulder. He reached into his back pocket and from it retrieved and placed a napkin, also bearing the same symbol beneath the saucer. With that, he shifted back slowly before breaking into a full-out run. He stopped, at the main hall before charging through the main doors and gates, running into the city.[Assume that Allen takes Joseline to where the king is in your post. She may want to call for people to search for the interloper ([hint]Allen[/hint])] Joseline looked down at Madison as she bandaged her hand, ignoring Allen™s request to go see her father. The alcohol stung as she wrapped the bandage carefully around her tiny hands. When she was done Joseline smiled a little, now she would not bleed all over the place. She got up slowly from the chair she was in and looked at Allen. €œAlright, I will go and see him now. Lead the way.”Josceline kept a few feet away from Allen as they walked down the hall towards her father™s room. She was readying herself, composing herself, so her father would not fuss over her hands being bandaged. They got to the door, and she quickly put on a smile and walked in. The king looked peaceful in his bed, a sleepy like grin on his face. Something felt wrong. Joseline ran to the side of the bed and grabbed her father™s hand. €œFather?a she questioned softly so only he could hear, father?a Her voice grew louder as he did not answer. €œFather! Allen head™s not responding. Where is that fool Fletcher? He left him; anyone could have come in and slipped the King something. Father!a She fell to her knees by the bed unable to hold her tears back. He was dead. How could this be?fallen, the person who did this might still be in the castle. Search the grounds, the city if you have to! Do not come back to me till you find the person who did this! Do you understand me? Go!a she yields, making sure the whole castle could hear her. Whoever did this was going to pay, and she was going to make sure of it. Allen spotted a napkin with a red symbol. The Red Rebellion. TCH. "My lady, I have every reason to believe that Fletcher poisoned your father and is in the Red-""-Go!" He bowed, "At once, my lady." He jogged into the corridor and beckoned for three guards to join him. Furthermore, he told the fourth one, "Sound the bell to signal the sealing of gates." And to the other three he said, "Follow me." He marched out of the corridor, briefly reviewing the layout of the city, Va hoc. The city had three rings of walls, the outer wall, middle wall and inner wall. The outer wall was the strongest to resist attacks from outsiders. The inner wall was next in terms of size, keeping certain nobles, military and obviously, the castle itself, safe from attackers. As Allen approached the inner wall's gate, the bell sounded, and the gates creaked shut, an assortment of pike men and swordsmen poured from the guard house on either side. Allen smiled, knowing full well that now, guards were preparing to stop anyone who tried to move between the walls. He walked up to a man, Michaelis, head of the palace security who SIAD as he approached the guard house, "Ah, if it isn't the Princess look-alike. I suppose you want to get to the middle ring?"" No, on the Princess's orders, I have to find a certain person, Fletcher."" Oh, okay, then take this, it will help you clear through the gates." He handed Allen a small slip, with the Royal guard crest and his own signature on it. Allen thanked him and waved the slip at the guards, and as the door opened, two guards hauled a struggling prisoner past the gates. "We have caught this Red Rebel, who blatantly wore its crest on his sleeve. What shall we do to him?"" He'll be fine with us." Allen snapped his fingers, "Size him." He looked back at Michaelis, "Apparently, it was not needed, but I would require you to unseal all the gates. Could you do that?"" Was that an insult? Of course, I can!" Michaelis laughed and gathered a squad of men. Allen smiled and returned his gaze to the prisoner, "Bring him to the Princess. She will know what to do." When they finally reached Princess Joseline, he kneeled, "My lady, we have captured Fletcher, what should we do with him?" Joseline was overcome with grief for her father. She could not understand why someone would do this. €œPrincess, are you alright?a She turned around to see Zane standing outside the door. He must have heard her screaming just moments before.adjust wait outside, ” Her voice came out harsh and dry. She did not want to see him, she just wanted to be alone. Looking back down at her father she grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips to kiss. €œI love you, Father.a Was all she managed to get out when Allen entered the room with Fletcher.Fletcher?a Joseline questioned looking down at Allen. €œYou would do this? But way...a her voice trailed off when she saw the crest of the Red Rebellion on his shirt. She quickly got up from her chair, nearly tipping it over, and stormed towards to him. €œWe trusted you! How could you do this? Never mind¦a her face became stone-cold and her voice dropped to a deadly tone, she knew what she had to do. €œFor what you have done you shall be punished. Take him to the dungeon till we can have an execution.a She said looking at the men that were holding Fletcher. €œThe rest of you leave. I do not want to see anyone right now.a With that she turned her back. "You family is a breed of dogs! You all deserve to die! I swear that I will-" Fletcher screamed and kicked as the guards dragged him out. Allen closed the door. He walked to the bed, bowing respectfully at what was once royalty. He then stepped behind the Princess, "Princess, you have my condolences on this. I'm sure that you will be a suitable ruler for Lucia. But I beg you, when you become the ruler of this great country, do not take security lightly. I swear, I will protect you no matter what happens. But do not forsake security, as you have always done since childhood." He knelt, pressing his right palm to where his heart was, "Allow to be to be your sword and shield, my lady." He knelt there, even as bells announcing the death of the king rang throughout the city, as she was his lady and he, in her eyes at present, was only her servant. Joseline cried silently to herself as he spoke. She was now the ruler of Judicial, she had to make sure that things were running well, she had to grow up. But how? She turned to look at her father, he looked so peaceful as if he was only sleeping. No one had taught her anything about being a ruler. She only learned how to smile and keep interest on her. She looked down at Allen, someone who had always been by her side no matter what. €œOf course you are right. But you will be the only person I trust.Ashe walked toward the door and turned back to look at him. €œCome Allen, I wish to go to the garden, and anyway someone should be here soon to prepare the King™s body for the funeral.a With that she left making her way to her favorite bench that was surrounded by roses. [Sorry could not make an instrumental version, so this is Allen's theme, Opera style: [mp3] Hope it is acceptable to you lol.] Allen bowed as she passed, rising only when she had left the room. He followed her footsteps silently, pausing for a brief moment to a fellow servant, "Do get someone to prepare the king for his funeral." The other servant nodded, "At once," and he sprinted off in down an adjacent corridor. Allen broke into a jog and caught up with the princess just as she entered the garden, he followed her, stopping to stand beside her as she sat down. He breathed in the sweet scent of the roses, carefully monitored and maintained by the vigilant gardeners. He clasped his hands behind his back. Furthermore, he noticed that the princess seemed troubled. Furthermore, he stepped before her, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed, "My lady, you seem troubled of late, would you like to tell me what is on your mind?" He straightened up, and awaited her answer. Joseline held a pink rose in her hand. The petals folded perfectly around the bud to make the most beautiful rose she had ever seen. She sighed and looked up at Allen. €œI am troubled Allen, I have just lost my father and I did not just lose him, he was murdered by someone we trusted. So of course I am troubled!a Her voice grew a little louder with every word till she was almost screaming. €œHow can you be so calm? You must feel something.Ashe looked back down at her pretty rose, life was like the rose, beautiful till something came and caused it to wilt. She set the flower down on the bench and hunched over, burying her head in her hands crying. €œThey will pay Allen, the Red Rebellion, they cannot just kill my father and get away with it. Fletcher will die first and after that¦ IAS¦IAS™law¦a She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. €œI do not know what to do.a "It is not the position for a servant to feel anything unless he has failed his orders. However, I have heard that the Kyle Marlon, the Prince of Marlon is coming over for a visit. I believe it to be more than just that." Allen smiled reassuringly, "Do not worry princess, when I am by your side there is no need for you to fret. I will do whatever it takes to protect you, even if it is to become Evil itself." He looked back at the castle, and a soft gust of wind tugged his hair, "The Red Rebellion has always been providing all the kingdoms with endless amount of troubles. This was probably one of their worst. The reason why Kyle Marlon would be coming over would be to discuss the plans on reducing the activity level of the Red Rebellion," He looked at her awaiting additional questions and orders. Joseline rolled her eyes as Allen spoke. He was always so well-spoken and proper, every word he said rolled off the tip of his tongue with grace. Only one thing sparked her interest, this Kyle Marlon character. She looked up at him now, tears gone from her face, and said, this seems promising. Most likely he will be able to help me along in this hard time.a A hit of a smile curved at her lips.army lady, ” Joseline turned her head to see who it was. It was Gabby, her lady in waiting, walking up to the bench and stopping a good ten feet away from it. €œMy lady, it is past your bedtime. Look, the sun is going down! Your father™s funeral is tomorrow, and you must get rest.”Josceline looked over at the setting sun and scowled. €œLeave me, Gabby. I shall be up soon. Now go!a When she left Joseline stood up and gestured for Allen to fallow her as she walked to the castle. €œNow tell me what you know about this Kyle Marlon and the Red Rebellion. Father had kept much information about them from me.a He fell into step with the princess, closing the wooden gate as the rose garden descended into darkness. He picked up a candleholder and lit it, providing light for the path ahead. "Kyle Marlon, son of Fredric Marlon the second. He is the heir to the throne of Marlon, and his parents are trying to find a suitable bride for him. He has been extremely concerned in global peace which would involve more than Effort, Lucia and Marlon... I believe he has been meeting up with governors of Leviathan too, on what seems to be the sake of creating a peaceful world. Marlon is situated on another continent, with a week's travel by ship at best conditions." He turned, taking a shorter path to the princess's room, "As of the Red Rebellion, they seem to relish in violence and killing. Although some of their members do have a certain degree of justice, their leader obviously does not. According to military reports, he is a tyrant, brute, possibly unhinged." He held the candles higher, revealing the room ahead. He stopped there, "You may wish to take a bath, I will return again for your choice of clothes for the funeral. Shall I call Mavis over to help you? Or would you be fine on your own?" He handed her the candleholder, "Take it, you need it more than me, my lady."[Yes... Clothing selection. Hope I have enough knowledge on Victorian clothes... Mavis is a maid who has been helping Joseline, but she was told to stop and carry on with her regular activities. And Allen has late-night patrolling today]

~The Story Of Evil~ [Zenith and Dawn]|rating:3.0

[3.5e] Fantasy Zombie Apocalypse [IC]

Introduction You are all villagers living in Trail, south of Boarder Bridge and northeast of the Laurel. You have lived peacefully here for a good long while now, with little unwelcome interruptions. All this until one day, when a soldier came stumbling half-dead down the road from Scorned gibbering about hoards of walking dead following him. Unfortunately he died of his injuries before any more sense could be made from him, but to be safe a scouting party was sent out following his route to investigate. Nothing was ever heard of the scouts again though, and a mere two days after the soldiers' appearance his warning turned into truth as hundreds of walking dead descended on the village, overwhelming the guards with their sheer numbers and eventually killing almost everyone in the village save for a handful of survivors before they flowed on. You are those survivors. Chapter 0The undead hoard has surged through the village and out the other side, brutally killing anyone who got in their way without any cares at all. They didn't seem to see anybody as a threat, or an enemy, but simply as an obstacle or - in some situations - as food. It was reminiscent of a stampede of wild animals more than an invasion. From your current hiding place, you have no way of knowing if anyone else has survived. For all you know, you are the last living survivor of the village. Surely not though. Surely somebody else must have been as fortunate - or is that unfortunate? - as you and managed to survive? It was early that morning, Myra had awakened from her scared sleep where she bundled up in a corner of a broken wrecked building. It was not a good day yesterday... She had lost her family... her mum and the were not fast enough. They told her to run while held off the things... They were not people anymore! If she could, she beat them to a pulp, but she promised she would run yesterday." Hello! Is anyone else alive out there!" She yelled hoping she wasn't alone... Must was hiding in the shadows of nearby building, having been unable to help the village guard repel the undead words. He had only arrived in Rail a few days ago on his journey to grow as a swordsman, as was his family's tradition when an elf came of age. In the short time he had been here, he made minor friendships with some of the guard, but he lost those when those few men fell in the battle...along with his prized Curt blade, which impaled one of the creature, but failed to slay the zombie and forced let go of the handle as several more undead had swarmed his position. Was forced to hide ever since, gathering what weapons he could find to fend of the few undead that had found him, which being his hunting knife and a club and spear that had once been waled by other guards that had been slain in the battle. Must find out if others still livest thought, before beginning his search and then heard a young girl's voice call out form another nearby building. He quickly made his way in, griping his spear just in case there were still more of the undead around. Where do you miss? Thunderhead had been lucky; he had been inside the tavern during the attack, and while everyone rushed out to see the destruction, he had closed and barricaded the door shut, and then dived behind the bar, hearing the screams and shouts from outside." Keep It together Thunderhead, keep it together"He then, shaking, went to fill up a nearby tankard to calm himself down. When he filled up and turned, he saw two hands smash through the windows, he then slipped and fell. He awoke, not sure of where he was, and then his memories started flowing back, and he then picked up the nearby tankard and went to the front door to peek outside. He hears a faint cry as he pokes his head out the door, and looks around Spoiler Hide Spot Roll (1d20+7)[8] Jan's stared at his daughter... The look of fear plastered on her face even in death. He felt tears streaming down his face, he didn't care, his life was over. If only he had not fought with his wife the night before and been sent to sleep out in the cellar as punishment, he could have stopped this! They could still be alive if only he had been here! He sobbed again clutching her to his breast, he knew he had to move, knew he had to get going but part of him didn't care anymore a part of him wanted to die right there and then to give up and join his daughter and wife. He sat there for most of the morning in shock, just blankly staring... His anger started to boil at the injustice that had been brought upon him. He would have the head of the person responsible, they would wish they had never been born when he got threw with them. He was going to DESTROY there life like they had destroyed his. Furthermore, he would kill them slowly and he would enjoy it. With one last look at his daughter and a sob in his throat he reached down and placed a kiss on her forehead. He reached out and took the necklace he had bought for her, a month back... This would remind him of his goal. This would power him on when he felt lost. He reached out and grabbed his quarterstaff. It was time to find some answers... and dish out some justice. He stepped outside into the bright light. Shielding his eyes he looked around unsure if he should look for others or start off in search of revenge. He lanced down the main street seeing bodies thrown about everywhere... He doubted many survived this attack, he started walking glancing at those who did not survive. Furthermore, he had to find and help others it would only be right. HELLO! IS ANYONE OUT THERE! He bellowed as he made his way down the street. Amy Amy had barricaded herself in the kitchen when they came. She had put the table in front if the door. The crates and been placed to block the windows, and for the chimney the chairs had shoved in, so no could get pass. Amy had stayed there rocking herself as she heard the devastation outside. She cried herself to sleep sayingdon't eat me, don't eat me. She is still asleep sayingdon't eat mean if not wanting to awake to this Apocalypse. Originally Posted by XV-Dragon Where are you missing? Someone was here?! But was it one of those things? No, they didn't talk... they were more objects, never an explanation just attacking... I'm hidden. Are you friend or foe? Just then she heard a voice yelling "hello"... Another voice, okay she would go out to see who they were. If they were monsters should, would fight. If they were people, tears on her face, maybe the worst was over... Myka walked out the wreckage of the building and looked around the corner Spoiler Hide Spot check to see if she sees anyone. (1d20+3)[8] I'm hidden. Are you friend or foe? I'm a friend miss, one of the people who caught the undead As must sad this, he heard another voice calling Othello! IS ANYONE OUT THERE! Two of us are over here! Aust called back, hoping this meant there might still be a decent number of survivors. Myra will see Must outside searching for her, but with all the bodies and damage around Thunderhead can't tell if the voices heard came from somebody too injured to move or someone you can't see... Thunderhead then goes back to the bar, picks up his backpack and straps It on. He walks over to the entrance and pulls the objects out of the way. He then Inhales deeply as he prepares to open the door. Furthermore, he then pushes the door open and then walks in the direction of the faint yelling."Don't ye worry, O'l Thunderhead's on Hi' way"Sipping on his tankard as he walks. Spoiler Hide Listen roll to follow the noise (1d20+7)[9] Thunderhead After a few false starts, you successfully manage to find Jan's wandering down the street Amy hearing some voices startles awake screaming… Don't eat me! Don't Eat Me! DON'T EAT ME! DON'T EAT ME! DON'T EAT ME!!! DON'T EAT ME!!!! Rolling spot and listen to find everyone who is either nearby or calling out (rolling search as well in case its needed)Listen(1d20+2)[8]Spot(1d20+2)[10]Search(1d20)[3] I see you, Sir. You are armed for one who claims a friend. I'm over here. Then she hears another females voice, "Don't eat me!". I don't eat humanoids, I prefer pie myself. Just come out, me and the Mr. weapon will protect you. Myka walks out into the open close to Must. Originally Posted by Starbucks_II I see you, Sir. You are armed for one who claims a friend. I'm over here. Then she hears another females voice, "Don't eat me!". I don't eat humanoids, I prefer pie myself. Just come out, me and the Mr. weapon will protect you. Myra walks out into the open close to Must. Must rolled his eyes at the name 'Mr Weapon' and replied My name is Must young woman, not Mr Weapon. As for being armed, after what just happened I would not blame anyone for being ready for a fight Cited knelt before the single surviving tapestry in his home, depicting the first Raoul coming to this place, and taming the land. His forefathers had been great warriors, men of strength and cunning, who could lead their people through any disaster. Cited was not like them. Cited had hid when the walking corpses had come. He knew what had happened to his father. He had seen his corpse among those who attacked the town. For all his strength, his father still fell. If he could not defeat these monsters, how could Cited hope to? Perhaps it was better to just lay down, and wait for one to find him... But something stopped Cited. A little wriggle in the back of his head. Maybe he couldn't defeat the walking corpses. But some of his people must have survived. And as long as they did, Cited had a duty. He must lead them to safety. And once that was done, maybe they could begin to rebuild. Picking up his scythe, Cited left his home, and began searching for survivors. Cries, seeing the zombies have left, exits what is almost the fanciest house in village, losing only to the Reynolds. The dead bodies barely register in Cries' vision as he begins to wander the town, trying to find his way to some other humans.(1d20+2)[18]spot(1d20+2)[20]listen Well, I am Myra, but you may call me Miss if you please, Must. Do you think they will return? Help! KEEP THEM AWAY. DON'T LET THEM EAT ME! NO! Sounds of rattling and shuffling of what sounds like furniture being shoved even more into place of where it's already at in the Bakery. Originally Posted by Starbucks_II Well, I am Myra, but you may call me Miss if you please, Must. Do you think they will return? Must thought for a moment before answering Myra's question, I can't say for sure as I am not expert on the undead. I would guess though that since they simply overran the village and kept going we should be okay for at least the moment Cries wanders around for a bit until he hears banging and screaming coming from the bakery Kin leaves what was once his mother and fathers thriving farm, now torn to shreds by the mass of creatures that passed through, to go into town and arm himself with some better gear and equipment... and see if what is anything else is still standing. Spot and Listen:Spoiler Hide Spot and listen are for the trip into town from the farm. Kin is a bit on edge with the recent catastrophe that has taken place. Spot: (1d20+4)[11] Listen: (1d20+4)[13] DM Only:Spoiler Hide As Kin makes his way toward town he avoids any 'alive' people and is cautious of even the ones who have been slain. As he enters town he heads straight for the blacksmith's shop to try and salvage any weapons that may be of use on his journey to destroy whatever has lead to the death of his mother and father. Search (if the blacksmiths shop is not attended): (1d20+3)[14] Come then Must, we should find her screams they came from this direction! Child don't fear, the undead are here no longer you are safe. Help us help you. Myka runs toward the direction of Amy's screams, trying to home in on where the sounds would be. Spoiler Hide Should be easy to listen check since talking is DC 0 and screaming should be lowed DC. (1d20+3)[15] Kenyon get into the village without seeing any sign of life - or unlike - anywhere around. You make your way to the blacksmiths, seeing a couple of people moving further down the street to where you are heading. When you get to the blacksmiths, the entire place is a complete mess, with several bodies strewn around the place and the entire shop turned over. Digging through the wreckage, you eventually find: One chain shirt One hand axe Two short swords Three sicklesMyka/Author find your way through the carnage to the bakery building, and as you are approaching it you see a young man heading in your direction from the opposite side of the bakery. CraisAs you are approaching the bakery, you see another two people approaching you from the other side of it, and a third person moving down the street further away. As Kin finds the chain shirt he starts striping away the hot heavy blood and sweat soaked padded armor he wears and sees if the new-found armor will fit him. He piles the remainder of the items in a pile near the door except for the one of the short swords and a sickle which he incorporates into his gear as he redresses himself. Then adds the padded armor into the pile with the other equipment. (granted the Chain shirt fits) Must puts himself between Myra and the new person coming from the opposite direction and call out You another survivor? Aust did not point his spear at the newcomer but trip it tightly with one hand in case it was a few. With Myra with him, Must could not risk being caught off guard in the off chance this was a foe Cries draws away from the other survivors, appearing fearful, but directing an open palm toward the others. It can be seen that his glove bears a large hole in it, the edges charred black. Aww, look at him, he was burned. Maybe he is mute, Must, are you mute Mr. glove man? Myka said as she saw the charred black glove. She attempted to look into the bakery hoping she might spot anyone yet inside. Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[9] MykaLooking through the window, you can tell that it's obviously been barricaded, and you can hear screaming from inside, but you can't see anyone Since Must was unsure with the man with a burnt hand, he walks over to the door of the bakery and tries to see if he can force the door open while calling out Who ever is in there, I'm coming to check on you! Strength check to get in(1d20+1)[10] Amy Amy realizing some people are outside calls out.AAAAHHH! Apache! ARE THEY GONE? ARE THEY? AaaahhhH! Aaaaahhhh. You are right we might have to break the door down, Must. The lady might be hysterical. Let me try, it might need a lady's touch. Yelling:We are coming to make sure you are alright. Don't panic. We are friends! Spoiler Hide Breaking door. (1d20+0)[14] Bogus had spent the night after the main wave of zombies killing people hiding in the church reading any book he could find about combating the corpses, he fell asleep while reading one of the books, mentioning how a slashing weapon is the most effective way of killing a zombie. As he leaves he grabs hold of a staff that one of the fallen priests had attempted to combat the undead with while he hid. He then shouts as loudly Is there any survivors out there! We need to arm ourselves and avenge those who fell fighting these beasts! As he says this he reflects on how while others fought the zombies, he hid and the closest he came to facing them was watching out a window at them as they finished off those who fell or couldn't defend themselves. Spot and listen checks to find other survivors:Spot:(1d20+8)[16]Listen:[roll]1d20+8/roll] Due Must stubborn nature, he did not give up trying to break the door down while calling out againMyka is right, the undead have left a long time ago, you can let us in!(1d20+1)[4] Thunderhead looks at the man towering in front of him"That's far enough laddie". He then looks up and down him."hmm Ya' din nae look like one' 'them'... well, Ma'h names Thunderhead Mortar, and y'are...? What is your name? You probably are having a bad dream. There is nothing in town that wants to eat you. Spoiler Hide Taking full minute to diplomacy her. I have +2. (1d20+2)[4] Amy AAH. Ah. ……… Amy…… Movement stops inside the Bakery as Amy just stands there not sure what to do or believe. When in doubt, keeping doing what you have been disgust thought before call to Amy, Get clear of the door! The best way to prove its safe is to show you! Wit that Must got some distance (roughly 25ft away or as if not enough room for it, as close Asian get to that distance) and charged the door. As he JT close, he jumped into the air and did a flying shoulder tackle at the wooden obstacle. Roll for the jump(1d20+5)[23]Strength check break the door(1d20+1)[4]Unsure of bonus for the run if any. Cries is unable to muster the words of power, and sits back to observe for the time being. Author get a decent run-up, and charge straight at the door launching yourself at it as you go. You give yourself a really decent push off, and bash into the door right where one of the tables is propped up against it on the inside, effectively bouncing off and doing nothing to the door whatsoever... Spoiler Hide (1d4-2)[-1] damage from bouncing off the door. [Sorry, but a 23 on Jump followed by a 4 on Strength really deserves something like that! :P] Amy Come. Come in front of the window. So I can see you. Amy then starts shifting the crates enough so she can peek outside the window. As Kin gets his new-found armor and weapons in place he exits the Blacksmith shop... leaving the pile of unneeded weapons and padded armor laying in a pile by the door." Now that I equip I will need something to ease the wounds of battle that will undoubtedly come." As Kin exits the blacksmiths shop he will head toward the alchemist/healer's quarters hoping to find potions, items, etc. to aid him on his forthcoming quest. Still cautious of his surroundings and those that inhabit it:Spot and Listen:Spoiler Hide Spot: (1d20+4)[11] Listen: (1d20+4)[14] If the Healer's quarters are not occupied:Spoiler Hide Search: (1d20+3)[16] Must groaned a little form the small amount of pain he got form his failed attempt to break the door down and got back to his feat. He then looked at Myra and said, You seem to be having better luck with her, so you help convince her to come out while I go look for others With that Must stabbed his spear into the ground and added, Just in case you need something while I'm gone. Hopefully I'll be back soon with other survivors and better weapons for you and the mute over therewith that Must headed for the alchemy shop for something to treat the injured he might find...and get something for his ache head and shoulder from his last attempt to break the door down. Adding rolls to spot and listen checks to notice other people:Spot(1d20+2)[4]Listen(1d20+2)[3] Cries follows Must to the alchemists shop, remaining quiet until they are well away from Myra. Myra walked in front of the window and waved while jumping to better making her presence seen. Here I am! Amy Your… Your… YOU'RE ALIVE! After that Amy vanishes from the window. Next is the sound of the table(s) being moved away from the door. When finally done and the door is opened Amy runs out to the person in front of the window hugging her tightly crying.You're alive. You're alive. Yes, I'm glad you are alive too. My name is Myra. Are you hurt or just scared? Myra gave a hug back. I'm not alone, I've found other survivors like you and me. A mute one and a warrior of some kind. Originally Posted by Hung So Lo Thunderhead looks at the man towering in front of him "That's far enough laddie". He then looks up and down him. "Hmm Ya' din nae look like one' 'them'... well, Ma'h names Thunderhead Mortar, and y'are...? Jan's shifted his weight, he slid one foot forward and took a defensive stance, he brought his trusty quarterstaff up and readied to fight in case things turned violent... The names Jan's Deer... I live at the far end of the town. He said motioning back towards where he came with his staff the whole time his eyes never leaving Thunderhead. There was an awkward tension in the air as the two men stared at each other... Jan's was simply uncertain if he could trust the Dwarf, in the end he sighed and brought his staff down. He could not believe he was so ready to fight an innocent man he felt ashamed of himself. Well, do you have a nickname? Because I don't think there is going to be any way I can pronounce your name. Jans said not only trying to lighten the mood between the two men, but also revealing the truth that he was HORRIBLE with names... TogusaTogusa continues to wander the city searching for survivors, also attempting to make his way to a blacksmith's or armory. As Cited walked away from his home, he heard a voice shouting into the air.Are there any survivors out there! We need to arm ourselves and avenge those who fell fighting these beasts! Turning around, Cited saw the man coming out of the church, staff in hand.Oh, thank the gods. Another survivor. Cinaed ran over to the other man, waiving his hand back and forth."JR! PART RTR!" Cinaed stopped as he realized that the words coming out of his mouth were not what he was attempting to say." Esoy, easy? Yes may easy O dose! Easy OD ETH boy Zr?" Spoiler Hide IOC: There is a reason to the above. If you can figure out the pattern, maybe you can understand what Cited is saying. It will be the same anytime Cited might revert to the state of speaking in tongues. "Hmm No' Ye say that, ya' do look a wee bi' familiar lad, don't remember ye from the ol' dragons tail thou' laddie. Ye' can call me Shaun, or as the ladies say, 'big' T ". Thunderhead chuckles to himself, and then puts his hand out to shake Jan's, sipping on his tankard in the other." Ah, where's the' ol' dwarfs manners eh'? Wanna bit lad? Eh'?. Thunderhead then extends his other hand to Jan's. Jan's smiled glad that the tension had evaporated quickly, he reached out and shook Shaun's hand. Glad that he did not have to fight the dwarf today, he looked around wondering how many had survived this monstrosity... He felt pain well up within his chest as his mind drifted to happier times. He shut off the memories and shook his head. Now was not the time to get lost in happy memories and pleasant times. NO now was the time to stay alert and focused he would mourn more later. With a distracting smile Jan's spoke to the dwarf, I think I will stick with calling you Shaun for now, as the dwarf offered him some ale he was very tempted to indulge and drink himself stupid but knew he had to be alert. Thank you, but no, thanks I doubt I would be able to keep it down... He looked around at the discarded bodies and death that surrounded the two men. What truly happened? What caused this? Why... All the thoughts and frustrations seemed to swell forwarded he wanted answers and knew no one really knew... After taking a moment to compose himself he looked around. We should get moving and either search for more survivors or start making our way out of town... There is no reason to stay here anymore... His voice faltered and faded towards the end, there was no reason to live anymore is what he had meant to say. Amy After a time of crying on Myra Amy's sobs finally stop. I saw them and heard them. They ATE people. Well can't stay here anymore though should bury the…… Amy takes a few breaths as she sniffles before speaking again. I can cook. Should grab my stuff. After that Amy goes back in side the Bakery grabbing what she can carry plus some of the food. When she comes back out. Before we leave should make sure we have the food we need. I can cook it up for us if need be. Printer ransacking the blacksmiths, you make your way up the street towards the alchemists. As you reach the corner you see a couple more presumably living people conversing, but can't make out what is being sawdust/Cries head off up the street, and notice as you do somebody coming out of the blacksmiths and also heading up the street in the same direction as earlier. CraisYou recognize this as the person you saw earlier. As Kin advances in his path to the alchemist's shop and toward the Human and Elf that appears to be in conversation... he reroutes himself to avoid interaction and peers cautiously toward them as he passes Ready to draw his weapon at any subtle movement." Usually when I come into town I am fully cloaked... Hiding my obvious differences from the human populace... Still then I was peered at with eyes like daggers being driven straight to my core... I hope they do not take me as foe." Krin thinks to himself as he is about to pass the individuals avidly maintaining his path to the alchemist shop. (Prey sure the two you see talking are Cited and Bogus, but could be wrong)Must seeing this strange person, a race he did not receiving, made him tempted to draw either his knife or club, but two things stopped him. The first being the person he saw looked very powerful, thus fight between him and this unknown man might turn out badly. The second was if this person was simply a survivor of the attack, then it was important to avoid battle with a possible Allie against the undead they might face later. Aust painted a good pace to catch up with the unknown person but made it clear he was not try to sneak up on him or attack, allowing the other man to make the first move. That is very smart, Amy. I've never been a good cook myself. Left that to my pa... my parents.(tear falls down her face, she hadn't really faced what happened to them yet)We should find the others before we bury anyone, plus they can help carry more food. Safety in numbers either way. They went that way I think (pointing west). Either the old smithy or the alchemy shop. TogusaTogusa walks towards Cited staff in hand, wary of any traps, suspecting that this might have been the one to organize the attack. Greetings friend! I am glad to know I am not the only one to have survived the attack of the undead. Have you discovered any other survivors or weapons with which we can arm ourselves? He soon relaxes, presuming that whatever being masterminded this attack has gone, likely looking for better prey. "Htrryomh, story." Cinaed looked frustrated, and put his scythe blade down." O SZ VOSTF Timing. O VSM'y Sal tohjy MPE." Originally Posted by XV-Dragon (prey sure the two you see talking are Cited and Bogus, but could be wrong) Must seeing this strange person, a race he did not receiving, made him tempted to draw either his knife or club, but two things stopped him. The first being the person he saw looked very powerful, thus fight between him and this unknown man might turn out badly. The second was if this person was simply a survivor of the attack, then it was important to avoid battle with a possible Allie against the undead they might face later. Must painted a good pace to catch up with the unknown person but made it clear he was not try to sneak up on him or attack, allowing the other man to make the first move. As Kin continues in his route to the Alchemist's shop he notices the Elf following him. He tolerates it for a few steps then stops and turns abruptly toward the person/s following him. As he turns he moves his hand to the hilt of the halberd resting on his back (not drawing the weapon but enforcing the fact he wouldn't hesitate to do so). "I suggest you arm yourself, Elf. There is a pile of weapons and armor just inside the door of the Blacksmith's shop. Night fall will be upon us before long and with it, we know not what will come." Weapons alone will not save us from our foes, we will need to combine our forces to survive. If you join forces with the other survivors and me, we just might stand a chances replied, now knowing he could at least trust this person was not part of those who attacked the village, not many foes tell their victims where to find weapon after all. Aust then tune back to head the blacksmith, eating get better equipment like the other warrior said, but not before Must told Kin one last things'll arm myself like you suggested, but after that I plan to head to the alchemy shop, please meet up with me there if you choose to join us. Then we can meet up with the other and plan what supplies we will need for our jouncy to survive this nightmare With that Must left Kin to think about his offer. I need not the smiths weapons, and you are already armed. We don't need to go to the blacksmiths as urgently as we should check the alchemists. Says Cries, flexing his hand with the charred glove should the man draw his weapon. You talk?! Aust exclaimed, thinking the man had been mute. "Aye very well then laddie, but we should find any survivors, and then food and weapons before we start ta'e think of leavin' town 'a? If not we may as well be walkin' AR'bond, bar' fisted!" Thunderjhuan then pats himself"Aye' Din'nae have a weapon on me lad! I'd be picked clean like a Caracas lad! Jan's shifted his weight his grandfathers chain-shirt rattling under his cloak. It was the first time he was glade to have the old chain-shirt in his house,'Perhaps you have your priorities backwards... Finding you a weapon should be a lot more important, than finding other survivors right now. What if more of those things come? What if we are attacked again? How do you plan to defend yourself against them? We should find you a weapon before anything else.' After the words were out he cringed... He sounded so jaded and distant, why should they not find other people first? Why should he not care about others? His face drained a little as he realized that he truly did not care about others that he just wanted his revenge... He wanted to make the person or persons responsible pay, way more than finding other people. He wanted to be away from this town and the bodies and memories it held. Hokusai'm sorry sir, I cannot understand you. Can you write what you are trying to say of the ground with my staff? He then hands the staff to Cited. Originally Posted by XV-Dragon You talk?! Must exclaimed, thinking the man had been mute. How else would I have been able to burn my glove? Use of the Art requires Speech. Originally Posted by jojolagger How else would I have been able to burn my glove? Use of the Art requires Speech. Must shrugs at this and replies'm a swordsman so would not know much of magic and its effect on a person's body The title swordsman was bitten indicate given he did not have his sword anymore but would fix that if he found good one in the village in either blacksmith shop from a fallen guard, once all other needs were met like the need of supplies from the other shops were gathered. Cited took the staff, and considered it for a moment. Placing one tip into the ground, Cited began to crudely write in the dirt." Greetings, friend. I am Cited Raoul. Something's gone wrong with my voice. I can't talk right. And I don't really know where we can find supplies. Maybe the Alchemist's shop? It's to the south." Originally Posted by THE Changer Cited took the staff, and considered it for a moment. Placing one tip into the ground, Cited began to crudely write in the dirt. "Greetings, friend. I am Cited Raoul. Something's gone wrong with my voice. I can't talk right. And I don't really know where we can find supplies. Maybe the Alchemist's shop? It's to the south." If you don't mind my asking, why the alchemists shop? Wouldn't it be better for us to find armor and better weapons? Yes let find the others. Didn't the other one with you said he went to the alchemist's shop? I learned a bit from the apothecary there. Amy goes with Myra to the Alchemist's shop. Sure, let us walk, I've never been inside one before. Myka starts walking toward Alchemist hopefully with Amy beside her. As the Elf remarks about joining 'them' and meeting up with the 'others' a part of Kin is relieved that the elf is so accepting of him and that he will not have to conquer whatever force lies behind the masses of undead alone.@Aust: "I am headed to the alchemist shop now. I will journey beside you Elf, but, my task is set and I will not rest until whatever is behind the attacks are stopped. The moment you or your party stray from this path our destinies will split, and I will venture forward alone." As the human speaks and flexes the charred glove, Kin watches curiously focusing on the glove." Has he been injured? Why doesn't he just take the glove off? It is of no use or protection in its current state." Krin ponders this for a moment then decides to ask." Human have you injured your hand? If so it would be wise to see if we can find some supplies at the Alchemist/Healer shop so that you can mend it. Then you can go to the blacksmiths shop and arm yourself"(turning from the human to the elf) Kin then turns and continues walking toward the Alchemist/healer shop. "Injured? Far from it. Last night I set a personal record for magic used." Responds Cries, wondering why people always expect him to have injured his hand. I'm not that stupid. Cited continued to write in the dirt." My armor is sufficient. The Alchemist's shop will have healing potions, and other things of use. But we should also stop at the Blacksmith's, and see if we can find anything of use." Originally Posted by Shock4484 As the Elf remarks about joining 'them' and meeting up with the 'others' a part of Kin is relieved that the elf is so accepting of him and that he will not have to conquer whatever force lies behind the masses of undead alone. @Aust: "I am headed to the alchemist shop now. I will journey beside you Elf, but, my task is set and I will not rest until whatever is behind the attacks are stopped. The moment you or your party stray from this path our destinies will split, and I will venture forward alone." You don't need to worry about me not hunting those things, one of them has something of mine and I want it back plus they killed a few comrades of mine, I intend to pay them back several foldout replied to the ew member of their group, before following after him so to gather supplies from the alchemy shop. By the way, was there any spare chain shirts or swords left at the blacksmith? Once gather our other supplies those are what I be looking for, this spear, club and knife are not my ideal weapons of choice "No the only things remaining at the Blacksmith's shop is some padded armor, 2 sickles, a short sword and a hand axe." Krin says while continuing in the direction of the Alchemist shop not even bothering to stop and look a Elf as he speaks to him." You may have better luck finding armor from a fallen guard. Not a very social person, is he? Aust thought as he followed Kin to the shop. Of course, he now knew raiding a fallen town guard later would be his best option once they were done or maybe checking the Raoul mansion. Since it was said to have a warrior tradition he might have good odds of having swords and armor or at least something that could be traded for the items later...assuming there was still a place not destroyed by the undead hard. So what can you do Myra? Originally Posted by Turtle King, So what can you do Myra? I'm just a simple girl... well, I can cast magic I guess you can say. I was trained in my youth, but that was very long ago, so I'm not that advanced. Small stuff like creating drinkable water or making enemies fall asleep. Though, it doesn't seem very useable vs undead. I have been practicing fire though. Please, don't tell anyone, I'm very private about it. Myka said before realizing she just gave away her big secret. Don't worry about it those can be very helpful. Even putting people to sleep would be great for doubt few can easily sleep after that just happened yesterday. The creating of drinkable water is great since don't need to carry much with us. So how many survived? Amy looks around counting all she can SEATO get the count on survivors. I'm not sure, I know of we two, Must, mute glove man, but I know there will be more. Let us go in the alchemy shop. I'm sure, there we will find another. Myka said while walking closer to alchemist. Well by your count four have survived. Though I think I see a few more. So hey over here. Bogus continues to travel to the alchemist shop. As Must, Kin and Cries has for the who, he notices tow more survivors on the road. Quickly he calls cutover here! The five of you heading towards the Healers shop thought you saw some others stood in the street, but strangely as you round the corner there is no sign of them at all. Other than this occurrence you reach the healers with no problems at all. Once you get there you find that the windows are totally smashed in, and the town healer is lying dead in the middle of the shop. The shop itself is torn up a bit as well, but more from a struggle than from anything more. What do you think happened here? Three thing come to mind, one undead, two crazed villagers trying to escape said undead or three someone Elias still alive and gather supplies like we are...hopefully if option three is true, lets hope they did not kill the healer, or we might end fighting said person or personas suggested, before taking out his spear in case it was needed and then began searching the shop, while still keeping aware for danger. Search(1d20)[12]Spot(1d20+2)[10]Listen(1d20+2)[8] Well I know a little of how to heal and such. I kindly of learned a little of everything from everybody. Well if you need something made I can do it...maybe. Amy starts looking around as well for anything that can be used or as an ingredient for an alchemical recipe. Spoiler Hide I don't have access to my sheet at the moment so just add the necessary modifier. Search: [roll1d20[/roll]. Hearing the suggestion that someone might attack, Cries Positions himself just inside the door, on guard. Spoiler Hide Taking 10 on CIA check to speak, The risk of rolling less than 5 is too high. Between the two of you searching you find:Some assorted medical equipment. Counts as a Healers Kit.(2d4)[4] empty vials(1d6)[6] vials of red liquid(1d6)[4] vial of green liquid You also find(1d4)[2]days worth of food, and(3d6)[13]gold worth of coins, and various alchemical ingredients. (Ask if you have anything specific you want, otherwise you won't know the difference between them for anything useful. If you just want to take them to sell then they are worth ~10gp due to the small quantities and poor condition after the damage to the shop.) You don't find anything else that seems to be of any value. So anyone know what the red and green stuff is and how to divide 13 gold among five people? Aust asked, spilled the first 10 gold into five separate pile (two coins for each person) and set the other three coins aside until the group could make a call. After this issue was solved he was planning on suggesting heading for the Raoul household, since if any place and supplies or useful items that place would. In the worst case Sergio it might have at least items for bartering, since Must could only assume the group's collective funds were not very high and have a few items that could be used in place of coin could be useful. I presume they might be magic potions. But I can't tell what kind. I think red might be healing because blood is red, but we should find someone trained in arcane magic, maybe. Myra said sighing. I might be able to figure those out. We should also check out the bakery for food, or I can just cook some up. We should bury...the... Amy then examines the vials with liquids in them to try to figure them out. Spoiler Hide If Profession Apothecary (1d20)[5]. If Craft Alchemy (1d20+9)[19]. And just in case it's applying Craft Cooking (1d20+7)[16]. If not any of those then oh well. Based on the color and the smell, you believe the red ones to be healing drafts of come kind and the green one to be a sleep tonic or similar. You're right the red ones are healing while the green ones are a sleep tonic or similar. After here so we go to the mansion, bakery, and where else? We should first see if the mansion and provision shop has all we need, then make a call if we need list the other stores. Peron sally I'm hoping the mansion with its warrior history will have armor since I rather not insult non-walking the dead by field shipping their corpses unless I have toast explained, before handing each person one of the red vials leaving 1 extra, which Must gave to Kin. You look the most powerful of us right now so the extra vial is to help you keep going if we run into those things again. Aust explained. As for the rest of green and example vials Must looked and Amy and said, guessing you might make batter use of the others, since you seem to have a strong amount of knowledge in it, so might be best you Cary it for now at least, Must suggested, though was waiting to see if anyone else wanted to some of the remains of the vials instead. Peers into the Elf's eyes and gives a slight nod of acceptance as the elf hands the vials to Kin. He gladly takes the healing potions and slips them away into backpack." So where are we headed? The mansion, Bakery, or provision shop?" I say the Mansion, I've never been. Myka said. I agree with the mansion option, it might have everything we need in both food, weapons armor and other supplies Well then let's go. Must and (assuming) the others head for the mansion.

[3.5e] Fantasy Zombie Apocalypse [IC]|rating:3.0

The Outsiders (Apocalypse RP, IC, Sign up first)

Greetings survivors. I am Number 7, an android designed to guide humanity after an apocalypse. If you don't already know you have survived what is the most powerful weapon test in humanity's history. Only around 575,000 humans have survived this weapon. Unfortunately many survivors have turned against all others. They are known as the underground. They are determined not to let a single one of you 'Outsiders' survive. The underground is jamming my signals. Good luck survivors. Welcome people of Nation states to The Outsiders. My apocalypse RP. I have never done anything like this before. But hey. I like this idea so let's GO!!!!!!!! Rules:1. Sign up her before you do anything!!!2. Keep it PG-13. Otherwise the admins will come and destroy our Earth again.3. No God modding.3a. Don't decide you have laser guns.3b. Don't resurrect yourself. I mean come on people.4. Don't kill someone else's character without permission: of Manchester, April 9th 2026, England Alex awoke in his sleeping bag. It was quite a warm day for England. Especially since it was dawn. He unzipped the bag and stepped out. The ruined buildings of the city stretched far into the distance. His life was a mess. But then again. So was everyone else's. Suddenly an Underground convoy of 4 vehicles drove into view of Alex's vantage point. Alex quickly and stealthily ran over to the conveniently placed Anti Tank gun placed in the building during the battle against the Underground. He quietly loaded the gun and fired on the lead vehicle. It exploded in the most dazzling display of lights he had seen in months. He loaded again and fired on the rear vehicle. It exploded as well. He stooped below the ruins of the building as he headed towards the convoy. Just like old times' he thought to himself. In the firefight with the Underground troops Alex wasn't hit once. He looked in one of the Underground trucks and found weapons, ammunition and supplies. 'What are they planning' Alex thought as he looted the vehicle. Jeremy roams the halls of the Lansing (Michigan) police station, before sitting down next to the locked armory. " The chief will be here soon." He tells himself. He rests his sidearm on his lap. Saxon Clique Classified, New York, New York Saxon heard something from behind him, he quickly turned around and found cover only to find it was a dog. He sighed and scanned the area just to ensure that he was the only one there. The dog walked up to him and started to stare at him. Saxon petted the dog and gave it a bit of his ration before he stood back up and continued through the building. He had been sent on a mission to find anything that wasn't fried in the blast any technology that was off during it would have been safe. Then ISAAC started to speak, "Agent, local law enforcement requires your aide. There is a group of armed civilians assaulting their base of operations in the area." Damn, I thought I took out that last weapon shipment that was coming into this area of the city. Saxon started to run for the exit of the building."ISAAC patch me into the comms, I want to hear everything that is happening." Barked Saxon as the equipment tuned into the law enforcement comms or well what was left of the law enforcement that survived the blast in the area. I have to admit when they first handed me this piece of equipment, I thought it would get me killed. But this little semi AI that scans and hacks has come in handy a few times when I would have been killed. The only problem is Saxon was easily 10 minutes on foot away from the law enforcement's local base of operations. Saxon looked back to see the dog following him, looks like he had made a new friend. As Saxon got closer, he could hear the gunshots coming from the base. There was some automatic fire coming from the base, and he hoped it was the law enforcement that had the autos and not the civilians attacking trying to get more supplies than what they were given at the beginning of the week. Saxon slide behind cover as one of the civilians opened fire at him with a 9mm pistol. Saxon poked his head up quickly only to hear a bullet barely miss his head, Saxon turned the safety of him MP5 off and straightened up and sent a few rounds downrange two of the rounds landing in the chest of the man who had shot at him earlier with the pistol. "Hey, that bastard got Jim! Go and kill him!" Barked the man who was obviously threader of this group. But there had to be more than this little group armed with pistols on the inside. Saxon stood up again and placed a few rounds into the oncoming attackers, but one of them shot off a round and hit Saxon in the arm. Dropped and grabbed his arm and let out a yell. The leader walked up to him and pointed the gun at Saxon. Then the dog from earlier ran up and bit the man's hand. Saxon took the opportunity and pulled out his pistol and shot the guy in both his legs. Then the remained of the police force charged out of the building. They had fought on the inside of their base and took out the raiders with some casualties, but they still held the base. Aleksander Valencia, Brighton Beach, New York City1434 hrs"Alex! ID study!" His squad commander called, kneeling over the dead body of one of the Russian Mob's foot soldiers. "Na modem put." Alex said, running over to the corpse. Brighton Beach was a predominantly Ukrainian and Russian neighborhood. The Police would seldom come, mostly because of an unspoken truce between the Commissioner and the Colonel, but since everything went to hell, New York City had become the wild west, with a lot of the gangs carving out their own territories. Occasionally, gangs and mobs would get into skirmishes, but they wouldn't last long as most of the gangs didn't have the firepower of the community support to go against a lot of the old established Crime Families. And one didn't go after the Russians unless they had a death wish, but with no Police to keep the peace, it was open season. "Alex, soobshchite ob Tom polkovnik, to oznachayet Boyne." His squad leader said as the rest of the squad secured the body and hoofed it back to base.*Translation Get over hereon my way Inform the Colonel, this means war* (this isn't going to work, everyone is across the world, and we won't meet up. I suggest the role-play leader designates a city to role-play in) The Flame States wrote:(this isn't going to work, everyone is across the world, and we won't meet up. I suggest the role-play leader designates a city to role-play in)(Well Brighton Beach is a predominantly Russian neighborhood in NYC) Jeremy stands up from his spot, noticing a shiny piece of metal on a nearby table. He picks it up, and notices that it's actually a key. He advances towards the armory door, and puts the key in the lock, opening the door to the armory. Jeremy walks in, pocketing the key, and takes a M4 assault rifle from a nearby rack, and a vest of thin Kevlar. He slips the vest on, and grabs some spare magazines for the M4. Jeremy then makes his way over to the garage, where he fuels up a squad car. He manually opens the garage door, and speeds off towards NYC. London, Former Gatwick Airport. Alex drove in to the Underground base in a stolen Underground truck. The Underground guards didn't give him a thought. Opening the gate as soon as he pulled up. "That was easy." Alex said RO himself. He pulled up at his trucks assigned bay. He was dressed as an Underground soldier. Carrying a duffel bag filled with his clothes, guns, ammo and food. Suddenly his truck exploded, just as planned. He stealthily ran over to the hangar. Where four Underground soldiers were standing around a large jet plane. With easily enough fuel and speed to get him to his destination. He stepped inside and calmly shot the four men inside. He climbed into the plane and activated the engines. "No time for preflight checks here". He carefully drove it out of the hangar before setting off more bombs to mask the sound. He then flew New York. Saxon Clique Classified, New York, New York Saxon had just dressed his wounds, he was the last agent in the wave that had come to NYC. The rest of the 10 had been killed or just went missing in general and which the recent comms blackout sue to a power shortage, Saxon couldn't contact the main base of operations for all the agents. So he was the only agent left in the city to attempt and try to keep order or at least do the dangerous missions. Saxon was in the police's base or well the people that were once police. They now looked like an armed militia than a police force. Then ISAAC started to speak, "Reports mob war and some heavy weapons in Brighton Beach. All available agents requested to investigate the area." Saxon hasn't had the time to report the deaths, so by all official records the other agents were still alive. Saxon grabbed his gear and he gave the dog some body armor and the dog followed. Empire State Building, Top Floor, NYC Miles woke up before the sun rose, per usual, grabbed his pack, and headed down the elevator shaft. It was his daily ritual to sneak out of his secure floor on the Empire State Building and go set up on a building somewhere to watch over the streets. He often found himself lonely, with no one to talk to, no one to keep him company he often found himself lost in his own thoughts. Today he found himself downtown, near Wall Street. Ah, the billionaires that had once worked here were all but gone now. He set up on a rooftop and pointed his rifle down the street, where he would look out for muggers, looters, and anyone else preying on those weaker than themselves. He would try to preserve the good in the world, he had to. Tongan Coast wrote:Empire State Building, Top Floor, NYC Miles woke up before the sun rose, per usual, grabbed his pack, and headed down the elevator shaft. It was his daily ritual to sneak out of his secure floor on the Empire State Building and go set up on a building somewhere to watch over the streets. He often found himself lonely, with no one to talk to, no one to keep him company he often found himself lost in his own thoughts. Today he found himself downtown, near Wall Street. Ah, the billionaires that had once worked here were all but gone now. He set up on a rooftop and pointed his rifle down the street, where he would look out for muggers, looters, and anyone else preying on those weaker than themselves. He would try to preserve the good in the world, he had to.(Could I role-play meeting up with you) Town hall New York City -Standing on top of the city hall of New York City he looks into the distant and sees several undergrounders coming to the building. Watching them he conducts a plan and jumps and impairs, one of their heads with his Katina, then pulling It, he slices another neck and stab the last one in the groin. Standing there above the three bodies he looks to the distance of the Empire State Building and swore he saw a person up there. Tabitha Fenwick, NYC, Near The Empire State Building Dust, dust, and more dust. Well, and a rundown old café that happened to have a jukebox. That interested a young scavenger, who walked over a mound of rubble, lugging a heavy BAR and a satchel of ammunition. If the rifle itself didn't throw her off, the shifting weight between prosthetic and real leg certainly did. One got used to it after a while, though. It didn't help that one leg was metal, but it was hardly a disadvantage, since nobody could tell beneath baggy trousers and boots. They couldn't see a face behind the gas mask, or the hood, and one could only guess at the age or gender of the person covered from head to toe in the quite ragged getup. They were rather short, however, and obviously skinny. That was a bit telling. Nobody was around to guess at the moment, however. The person - Tabitha Fenwick of West Virginia - couldn't pass up a chance for music. She fiddled around with the machine for a few minutes, and once some tunes were playing, she was hard at work, looking around to see what else she could nab. A little knife, some spare change, maybe a CD player or a sketch pad, something to cheer her up. She lowered the bipod on her BAR and set it on the counter at the front, where she could quickly man in case of danger. From there, she turned and started to rummage through the back area. Torsiedelle wrote:Tabitha Fenwick, NYC, Near The Empire State Building Dust, dust, and more dust. Well, and a rundown old café that happened to have a jukebox. That interested a young scavenger, who walked over a mound of rubble, lugging a heavy BAR and a satchel of ammunition. If the rifle itself didn't throw her off, the shifting weight between prosthetic and real leg certainly did. One got used to it after a while, though. It didn't help that one leg was metal, but it was hardly a disadvantage, since nobody could tell beneath baggy trousers and boots. They couldn't see a face behind the gas mask, or the hood, and one could only guess at the age or gender of the person covered from head to toe in the quite ragged getup. They were rather short, however, and obviously skinny. That was a bit telling. Nobody was around to guess at the moment, however. The person - Tabitha Fenwick of West Virginia - couldn't pass up a chance for music. She fiddled around with the machine for a few minutes, and once some tunes were playing, she was hard at work, looking around to see what else she could nab. A little knife, some spare change, maybe a CD player or a sketch pad, something to cheer her up. She lowered the bipod on her BAR and set it on the counter at the front, where she could quickly man in case of danger. From there, she turned and started to rummage through the back area. It was an uneventful day today, and he decided to head home. Miles didn't like to stay out past one or two, he wanted to make sure he had ample time to return to his home, the walk up the stairs took a couple of hours on their own. It wasn't that he was scared of the dark, he had spent many missions with Delta Force silently moving throughout the world in the darkness of night, it was from his experience the time when the worst kind of people came out and though he was all for keeping the good in people going, there was no good to be found. Today he found himself travelling through an alleyway that was all but deserted. That's when he heard it, the music. What could it be? Normally he would leave situations like this alone, but his curiosity got the best of him today, and climbing a fire escape he was able to get a view of what seemed to be a café. Making sure to carefully conceal himself, he set up his rifle and aimed down the scope. What he saw surprised him, it was a scavenger looking for supplies. He noticed the gun on the front counter, and decided that they, whoever they were, could take care of themselves. He was getting ready to get up and leave when something caught his eye. It was a raider, creeping up the street trying to get the drop on the scavenger. Miles didn't even hesitate before lining up the shot, and taking it. It hit clean through the torso, and killed the man immediately; that was his first mistake. He saw on the horizon people running, and a lot of them. This was no lone raider but an advance scout for a whole gang. While he might have been able to take them, it was not worth it. Considering his base was on the top floor if he got shot in the leg he wouldn't be able to make it up to his base. He threw his rifle on this back and got up, but just before he started to run he remembered the scavenger. Who knew what would happen if he left them, they looked well armed, but he had to at least warn them."HEY YOU, OVER HERE! COME ON, THEY'RE COMING" he shouted Without a word, without hesitation, the scavenger disappeared behind the front counter. Only a second later, the girl launched herself over the counter, grabbing her rifle and hitting the ground with a thud. She ran as fast as she could, though being careful to stay behind the rubble near the entrance, and darting for a car. Whoever had called out had really saved her, or at least gave her a good heads up. Safety off, Tabitha fired off three rounds, towards the gang, before bolting off awkwardly again, in the direction of the voice. This was one moment where she cursed herself. Well, if she was going to be slowed down, she was at least happy that she had a big gun. Realizing that the person, whoever it was going to come with him, he had to think fast on where to take them, whoever it was. Watching as they came closer, he climbed down, off the roof and onto the street. Realizing that there was no way this person could keep up with him with their huge gun he ran up to the person in the gas mask and hurriedly said"We don't have much time, you have to trust me. Meet me in the lobby of the Empire State Building, I'll cover you so that you can get a head start. Now go!" He had no idea if the person would actually go, but the one thing that he did know was that the raiders would catch up unless he covered them. Regardless if they went to the Empire State Building they would still be alive, which was a win in his book. He set up behind a parked car, and opened fire on the raiders. Standing there Constantine looked down and saw people running to the Empire State Building so doing the first thing that came to mind he ran right in front of him and confronted him. He said" who are you and where you're going". Holding his Katina steady he was waiting for a response ready to slit this throat at the slightest sings of aggression. Aleksander ValenkovLittle Italy, New York City Reprisal for the death of their comrade had been swift and violent. The Russian Mafia had control over everything that moved through Brighton Beach, that meant they had access to any weapons that their associates in Russia decided to send over, which the last shipment had been full of fresh out of the factory machine guns of various calibers, sniper rifles, several flamethrowers, and the latest iteration of the AK Assault Rifle, the AK-107. The Colonel had viewed the death of one of his Lieutenants on his turf as a personal insult as well as a challenge to his authority. The main assault had started at 2100 hrs with several SUVs tooled up with bulletproof steel and bulletproof glass smashing through the barricades that kept Little Italy isolated from the rest of New York City. What followed could only be summed up as a massacre, as the Italians had been caught with their pants down and the better trained and disciplined Russians swept up any resistance within 30 minutes after the assault started. Anyone who had the idea of barricading themselves inside were greeted with being burnt out by the flamers. One hour after the assault, the Russians had complete control over Little Italy and Alex was treating one of the few men who had been wounded during the assault and battle. "Her'me, bedrennaya artery BYL basis', i on NE budget Dakota. Sergey, pouch' Cause i prodolzhat' okazyvat' Darlene Na ran." He called to his "nurse" as he prepped a piece of hot iron to cauterize the wound. "Anatolia, that' emu vodka i Lenovo Kohl, Toby must' Na to budget box'no." He said as he used the iron to seal the wound. The man screamed as the iron fuses his flesh together, stopping the bleeding and saving his life.*Translation Shit, the femoral arty has been grazed, he's bleeding out. Anatoli, give him vodka and leather to bite down on, this is going to hurt.* Jeremy finally arrives in New York City, police alarm blaring. "Anybody out there?" He yelled, while in front of the Empire State Building. " Please, is anyone still alive?" His alarm cut through the silence of the city. After holding off the raiders for a couple of minutes Miles turn and took an alleyway, made a couple turns, and lost the raiders. He was on his way back to the Empire State Building when he saw the scavenger he had helped earlier being stopped by a man with a sword. Miles crouched behind cover, pulled his rifle from his back, and was about to fire when he heard a man yelling nearby, right outside the Empire State Building. Deciding not to shoot because he was curious as to who these people were, what they wanted, and where they came from. Emerging from his cover with his rifle steadied he caught the man with the sword with his back turned." Put down your weapon, slowly, or you die" Tongan Coast wrote:After holding off the raiders for a couple of minutes Miles turn and took an alleyway, made a couple turns, and lost the raiders. He was on his way back to the Empire State Building when he saw the scavenger he had helped earlier being stopped by a man with a sword. Miles crouched behind cover, pulled his rifle from his back, and was about to fire when he heard a man yelling nearby, right outside the Empire State Building. Deciding not to shoot because he was curious as to who these people were, what they wanted, and where they came from. Emerging from his cover with his rifle steadied he caught both the man with the sword and the man yelling with their backs turned to him." Put down your weapons, slowly, or you both die"(Jersey is in a police car, with a m4 on his lap) The Flame States wrote:Tongan Coast wrote:After holding off the raiders for a couple of minutes Miles turn and took an alleyway, made a couple turns, and lost the raiders. He was on his way back to the Empire State Building when he saw the scavenger he had helped earlier being stopped by a man with a sword. Miles crouched behind cover, pulled his rifle from his back, and was about to fire when he heard a man yelling nearby, right outside the Empire State Building. Deciding not to shoot because he was curious as to who these people were, what they wanted, and where they came from. Emerging from his cover with his rifle steadied he caught both the man with the sword and the man yelling with their backs turned to him." Put down your weapons, slowly, or you both die"(Jersey is in a police car, with a m4 on his lap)IOC: Didn't realize that, edited my post Jeremy turns around, hearing a voice. He sees a man aiming a rifle at him, and turns off the police alarm. He checks his ammo in his magazine, and yells" Put down the gun, this is the police!" "And this is Corporal Wallace, United States Army and I order you to stand down" Police? In this new world they had just as much power as he did, there was no law anymore. Miles kept his rifle trained on him. He hoped the officer knew that if one of them fired, they'd both die. Tongan Coast wrote:"And this is Corporal Wallace, United States Army and I order you to stand down" Police? In this new world they had just as much power as he did, there was no law anymore. Miles kept his rifle trained on him. He hoped the officer knew that if one of them fired, they'd both die." You have some ID?" Jeremy asks, looking through the rearview mirror at the 'corporal '. Slowly putting his rifle over his shoulder, he grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket grabbing his military ID. He tossed it over to the cop, he now no longer had his rifle out, but had his pistol in his hand. Saxon Clique Saxon had been informed of raiders and a lot of fun fire near the Empire State Building. So he decided he better go and investigate what was going on. When he arrived he saw two men aiming guns at one another, Saxon quickly found cover and now was aiming at the one outside the police car. "Both of you, put your weapons down! I am the last remaining agent of the Division in the City for the moment. Put your weapons down or I will fire!" Yelled Saxon as he waited to see what they were going to do. Jeremy briefly stick his head out the window, looking at the ID. "Well, It's m pleasure to meet you, corporal. Do you have a group or something? " He asks. " You're the first person I've seen this week." I'm the last one of my unit, it's just m-He was cut off my another man with a gun, he quickly turned and aimed at him"Sorry man, but the cop and I outnumber you, 2-1. Put it down" Tongan Coast wrote:I'm the last one of my unit, it's just m-He was cut off my another man with a gun, he quickly turned and aimed at him"Sorry man, but the cop and I outnumber you, 2-1. Put it down"(IOC is this a NPC?) Tongan Coast wrote:I'm the last one of my unit, it's just m-He was cut off my another man with a gun, he quickly turned and aimed at him"Sorry man, but the cop and I outnumber you, 2-1. Put it down""Last time I checked federal authority outweighs yours! So I'm going to compromise on the count of 3 we all puts are weapons down. Does everyone agree with that?" Asked Saxon as he dding care about being out numbered, it was nothing g he hasn't had before. Anglo Saxon-Frank wrote:Tongan Coast wrote:I'm the last one of my unit, it's just m-He was cut off my another man with a gun, he quickly turned and aimed at him"Sorry man, but the cop and I outnumber you, 2-1. Put it down""Last time I checked federal authority outweighs yours! So I'm going to compromise on the count of 3 we all puts are weapons down. Does everyone agree with that?" Asked Saxon as he dding care about being out numbered, it was nothing g he hasn't had before. Jeromy yells out, "Alright!" As he lowered his weapon back into the police car. "Now you two put your guns down." 10,000 feet above NYC The plane journey had gone well. No death no AA guns. As smooth as he could have hoped. Now for the easy part. Jumping out of the airplane and into NYC without landing on the roofs of any buildings. "Just got to get the timing right" Alex said to himself as he checked his parachute. He chose his spot carefully. And jumped. He pulled his chute almost immediately, to avoid hitting the ground too hard. He landed safely. For the first time ever. "Oh." He said to himself "Easier than I thought it would be". He immediately went out in search of other survivors who were not Underground. Miles hesitated and then slowly put his weapon down. He had heard all about the Division in his time in the Delta Force. They were just as classified as he was, he wondered if the man knew of his mission in the city? No, it was doubtful. He decided he would play dumb and tell everyone he was just some infantryman in the army or something." Okay! It's down" Miles said Saxon Clique Saxon put his weapon down before coming out of cover. "So, now that we art point guns at each other why in the hell are you causing such a disturbance that ISAAC picked it up?" Asked Saxon as the dog had rejoined him. I assume this guy with the Military grade equipment is on some kind of mission, but you both are making my job a lot harder. New York only has one Division agent left, and until I'm reestablishing comms with HQ. I am the only thing that is doing the dangerous missions. So what are you both doing here?" Asked Saxon as he now joined the two men. John Smith looked around at the ruins of New York City. Hearing a rustle, he grabs an arrow from the quiver on his back and looks around. Just as he turns, something, jumps at him. Shocked, his instincts kick in, as he ducks and flips his assailant. Dropping his bow during the flip he draws his knife and plunges it into his attackers' chest. As the adrenaline wore off he re-sheathed his knife and grabbed his bow, sticking the arrow back in his quiver. He began to search the creature, which appeared to be a human who had fallen to its animalistic instincts, practically completely naked, it had nothing useful on it. Slightly annoyed that he could not salvage anything John continued on his journey in the direction of the NYPD armory. It was dusk by the time he reached the decrepit building. The building was empty and one of its doors hung from a single hinge. Grabbing his M4 and loading a magazine John began to search the building. Everything had been scavenged, and the armory room was empty... Or was it, remembering a story he had been told by a drunk officer at a bar he searched for a small room, kept only for the worst of scenarios, behind one of the shelves. As his hand hit a button, he though "Bingo!", pushing it open he could not help but laugh. The small room was pathetic compared to the might of the larger armory but in these times it was like seeing the gates of heaven. Quickly searching he saw several blocks, 4 moss berg 590s, a Remington 700, 4 MP5s, and 2 MP7s. In the corner of the room he noticed a small bag. Grabbing the MP5s, MP7s, a shotgun and a couple of blocks he shoved them in the bag, then put as much ammunition as he could fit in both his and his newly found bags, he then sealed the room. But as he continued to explore the building he tripped in the stairs. Falling several meters he landed painfully on his foot, the painful sensation was familiar... a fractured femur. Knowing that staying there, vulnerable, was a death wish he grabbed a rifle round and shoved it in his mouth to bite down on. Slowly but surely he made his way to the basement, where he found an old, decrepit SWAT medic van. He upholstered his M9 and shot the flimsy padlock which secured the back of the truck. Pulling open the doors he threw himself in. Putting down his bags he scrambled around the truck before finding an old medics bag. Flipping through it, he found a syringe of morphine. As he stabbed himself in the thigh with the needle and squeezed down he began to feel a sensation of euphoria. He began to fall asleep... When he awoke in the morning he vaguely remembered the events of the last night. Then the pain hit him and with it came a flood of memory, "Fuck-up" he swore, knowing that he had to figure something out fast if he wanted to survive. He grabbed a broom handle, that for some strange reason was in the van (it was only later that he noticed the floor cleaner and dried blood all over the van), and broke it, creating a piece of wood a foot or so long. He grabbed the duct tape from his bag and taped the broom to his leg, securing the fractured bone for now. Trying to think through the pain he went through a mental checklist for his New York trip "Police armory, check, get a vehicle, check... Kinda, go to the library and get some books on things I need, get some basic tools, check out the museum and Empire State Building, oh and also find rumored delta guy. Well I guess now I go to the library." He dragged himself into the front and grabbed his knife, bye began to cut into the wiring below the steering wheel. As the plastic panel his the floor with a dull thud he thought to himself "paired wires, paired wires, paired WI... Got 'em!" Crossing them over he heard a small roar from the engine. As he sat himself up he began to navigate his way to the library. THE NEXT MORNING Smith yawned as he woke up in the back of his truck, surrounded by books, he had mainly stolen books about electronics, gunsmith, blacksmithing, New York and also a couple of Novels. "Ugh, good I really need a bed for this thing" he through as he stretched his aching body. His femur was beginning to feel better and, having gotten rather used to break bones, he was able to function, albeit at a lower quality. "You know, I feel like taking a day off, I'm going to go explore a bit". He began to drive towards the museum. As he pulled up and locked the van, he looked around: the museum was still in acceptable shape, not perfect, but acceptable. As he opened the door he thought of what he wanted to get/save, probably a knife or two, maybe a bit of armor. He began to search, first in the exhibition hall which contained a variety of weapons and blades: as he looked in the section of the Samurai he broke open one of the cases and grabbed two bananas with their sheaths, sticking those in his bag he continued on, eventually he exited the hall with nothing much taken, other than a couple of knives and the two swords. He continued to look around until he became hungry, at which point he started moving towards the exit. As he exited the museum he saw two men trying to open up his truck, "Shit!" He thought as he pulled up his M4 and released several rounds, each hitting the two raiders, he ran towards them, thankful he had arrived in time. Searching them he found nothing of interest except a switchblade and a matching M9 to his, he took the handgun, hoping to use it for spare parts. Having finished salvaging their corpses he unlocked the truck and began to drive off towards the Empire State Building. As he drove he once again shocked himself with how society and gone to hell over a single event. He hoped to eventually create some form of society and continue mankind but through what he had seen so far, it was not possible. He wondered where he would like to settle down, maybe here in New York, maybe in Washington or even somewhere in Canada. Furthermore, he hoped to find a companion, the long weeks alone eventually got to you. Furthermore, he began to see the Empire State Building, and excitedly drove faster towards it. From atop the tower another survivor watched him, wondering what he would do. Little did he know both of them knew each other and had been good friends back in their Delta days... Anglo Saxon-Frank wrote:Saxon Clique Saxon put his weapon down before coming out of cover. "So, now that we art point guns at each other why in the hell are you causing such a disturbance that ISAAC picked it up?" Asked Saxon as the dog had rejoined him. I assume this guy with the Military grade equipment is on some kind of mission, but you both are making my job a lot harder. New York only has one Division agent left, and until I'm reestablishing comms with HQ. I am the only thing that is doing the dangerous missions. So what are you both doing here?" Asked Saxon as he now joined the two men." I'm just a soldier, who went AWOL after the thing went off. I'm not on any mission except for the mission of survival. Furthermore, I normally mind my own but earlier today I saved a scavenger from some raiders and told them to meet me here. They must've not came though because I don't see them. What's your guys' story? And what's the "Division?"" Miles said, trying to play dumb. He didn't want to give off any more information than he had to. Tongan Coast wrote:Anglo Saxon-Frank wrote:Saxon Clique Saxon put his weapon down before coming out of cover. "So, now that we art point guns at each other why in the hell are you causing such a disturbance that ISAAC picked it up?" Asked Saxon as the dog had rejoined him. I assume this guy with the Military grade equipment is on some kind of mission, but you both are making my job a lot harder. New York only has one Division agent left, and until I'm reestablishing comms with HQ. I am the only thing that is doing the dangerous missions. So what are you both doing here?" Asked Saxon as he now joined the two men." I'm just a soldier, who went AWOL after the thing went off. I'm not on any mission except for the mission of survival. Furthermore, I normally mind my own but earlier today I saved a scavenger from some raiders and told them to meet me here. They must've not came though because I don't see them. What's your guys' story? And what's the "Division?"" Miles said, trying to play dumb. He didn't want to give off any more information than he had to." All of are missions are to survive. And I doubt you have any kind of HQ. There's so very little people left in this world." He says, peeking his head out of the window. " And, news flash, there is no more government. Anyway, I was thinking this city was the best place to find people. There's strength in numbers, especially with these 'Underground' boys running around." "It's starting to get dark out," Miles said picking his rifle up off the ground "I'm assuming we all trust each other now? What's our next move?" Miles was trusted the cop, but was slightly more wary of the division officer. He contemplated sleeping elsewhere tonight, but he knew he could slip into the building unnoticed if they needed to. He supposed that if they needed a place to stay he would take them in, and they could figure out their next move in the morning. The Flame States wrote:Tongan Coast wrote:"I'm just a soldier, who went AWOL after the thing went off. I'm not on any mission except for the mission of survival. I normally mind my own but earlier today I saved a scavenger from some raiders and told them to meet me here. They must've not came though because I don't see them. What's your guys' story? And what's the "Division?"" Miles said, trying to play dumb. He didn't want to give off any more information than he had to." All of are missions are to survive. And I doubt you have any kind of HQ. There's so very little people left in this world." He says, peeking his head out of the window. " And, news flash, there is no more government. Anyway, I was thinking this city was the best place to find people. There's strength in numbers, especially with these 'Underground' boys running around."" As I said we have and HQ reality is there is really only about 100 of us scattered on this side of the country. Most of our agents are ex military, bubble have picked up a few civilians." Informed Saxon as he now looked at the cop. "While that maybe true, we are the last agency left of the government. Meaning we will defend or help survivors where ever we can. Anyway I'm the last in this area, all my other comrades have either been killed by ambushes when we first arrived or have gone missing." Informed Saxon as he now looked at the soldier. "AWOL you say, Hamm what's your name soldier." Asked Saxon as ISAAC was about to speak a bit Saxon turned the sound off. "Anyway, this thing is a well I guess and AI. Its purpose is to gather information, warn of threats, and it can search databases for records on People. But I think we should get out of the open." Informed Saxon as he looked around. As if expecting to run into some crazed idiot with a blade, Tabitha raised up her BAR, all twenty or so pounds ready to go. Then, however, came more men with guns, and then there was a gun on Katina man, then not on Katina man, and then there was a little Mexican stand-off going on far behind her. Tabitha finally spoke up. "Okay, who the hell is aiming at whom, and why the hell shouldn't I be shooting?", She said, the sing-song voice a sharp contrast to the exterior, hiding the person beneath. She eyed the man in from of her. "By the way, you have a sword, and I have a war horse. I'm not putting you down - that's beautiful blade, Senior era? Replica? - but this is a BAR. You know, the thing that was mowing down the guys with bananas? I wouldn't test my chances." She cursed under her breath. Men and their disputes. "Shit, I just wanted some tunes. Look for a CD player and run into a band of men with guns and swords. I know New York is dangerous, but come on!" "My name is Miles Wallace, why do you-hold on Saxon, I think I see my old friend" Miles took off running in the direction of the man with the sword. He watched the situation as they seemed to be in a standoff of their own. He rested his rifle on a nearby car, lined up a shot, and took it, shooting the sword right out of the men hand. Not a bad shot if he didn't say so himself, thank god for Sniper School back before everything. He then drew his pistol and ran up saying "Hands in the air! Now!' Tongan Coast wrote:"My name is Miles Wallace, why do you-hold on Saxon, I think I see my old friend" Miles took off running in the direction of the man with the sword. He watched the situation as they seemed to be in a standoff of their own. He rested his rifle on a nearby car, lined up a shot, and took it, shooting the sword right out of the men hand. Not a bad shot if he didn't say so himself, thank god for Sniper School back before everything. He then drew his pistol and ran up saying "Hands in the air! Now!' Jeromy watches miles, confused. He starts back up his cars' engine, considering his next move. Hearing a shot, John quickly revved the engine and attempted to find a more tactically suitable location, the Empire State Building or some other skyscraper would be the perfect option, assuming no one lived the already, but he had nothing to secure the location. That would be his new priority, tools and raw materials. He quickly drove to the nearest hardware store. Knowing that he would need the full trunk of the ambulance, he moved what he could not carry into the front seat. He slung his M4 over his shoulder and grabbed his newly found MP7, a weapon he was extremely familiar with. He kicked open the door of the store and started searching: first in the hand tools section. It appeared that few had salvaged the store, and he found a variety of axes, hammers, screwdrivers, saws and other hand tools. He then found of his best finds: a hand drill which needed to electricity to run! Excitedly he moved onto the rest of the store, grabbing insane amounts of wood and metal, before eventually finding another important tool: a welder and a blowtorch, he cheered before going to get safety equipment and gas. As he was walking out he considered making the hardware store his base, it had supplies and tools both valuable bargaining chips, but the problem was that it had but a single floor and there was nowhere he could use as a last defense. Skyscraper it is then! He reached his van and loaded everything in, before going back and getting more wood and metal and loading into the van. After 4 grueling hours the van was full. Smith wiped the sweat from his brow and settled into the driver's seat, hoping to find somewhere he could stay for the night. He decided on hiding the van, with himself in it somewhere in an alleyway and finding a new home in the morning. THE NEXT MORNING Smith yawned as he woke up, remembering his objective of finding a new home. He decided on either Chrysler Building or the Statue of Liberty, both having their advantages and disadvantages. The Statue of Liberty would be a good option for this security and difficulty to get there, but that was also its downfall, how the hell was he supposed to get there? Maybe hijack a boat? Although he was a good swimmer swimming his all the gear would be next to impossible. For those reasons he decided on the Chrysler Building maybe grabbing the Statue of Liberty in a few months or years. He started driving to the Chrysler building, he hopped out of his van and opened the doors before he drove the van into the entrance. He searched around, seeing no signs of any life there he began to secure the entrance. Grabbing rebar steel and the welder and welding bars onto all the windows, he left room between the bars and the windows so that he could slide wood into them. By the time he had secured the entire first floor it was 3 am. Each window was covered in vertical bars with wood placed between them and the windows, it was a pretty good setup for the current time, he would figure out how to get in and out in the morning along with searching the rest of the tower. THE NEXT MORNING Smith woke up to the sound of shots outside the building, he quickly peeked out by moving one of the boards and saw several men in a gun fight. He quickly grabbed his L96 and M4 and ran up to the third floor, he took aim at the men and then fired four shots in quick recession, each one hitting one of the men in the head. He ran back downstairs and began to open a door, which was a long and arduous process at the current time, he ran towards them and started dragging their bodies and equipment into the building, after he had brought in everyone and everything he re-secured the door and began searching them. They had relatively quality weapons on them along with a decent amount of food, he then stripped the clothing he needed and dragged the bodies up to the top floor, he wanted to send a message to anyone who dared mess with him and his new building. He dropped the bodies, they splattered on the ground clearly sending the deadly message. Smith decided to try and get an entrance working, he thought of several different methods of how he could achieve it, but none were inaccessible to outsiders. He eventually decided upon a secret entrance near the back of the building. To do this he decided to cut through part of the stone and cut of the end, he would then paint wood gray in an attempt to camouflage it slightly, he would then push a broken and burned out car in front of it and cut off the lower part of the door touching the wall. This would allow him to climb through the car and access the building. He began to take the hand drill and began to drill through the stone. Each hole took an hour, once he had weakened the area he began chiseling through the remaining stone. Soon he could push the stone through, he placed in inside, as it might be useful in the future. By the time he was finished the sun was rising: he had been working for over ten hours straight. But by this time he was already awake from the exercise. So he began to enhance his defenses. He decided that he would make the penthouse his personal quarters and safe house, he started by creating armored blinds for the windows and adding metal and wood to the doors to secure them. He then heated up two pieces of rebar and forged them to create hooks to place a piece of wood in case he needed to barricade. Thankfully there was already a bed and bathroom in the penthouse to all he had to do was bring up his equipment, the next day he would try and make a plan of action for the next few months. He slowly drifted off to sleep... Tongan Coast wrote:"It's starting to get dark out," Miles said picking his rifle up off the ground "I'm assuming we all trust each other now? What's our next move?" Miles was trusted the cop, but was slightly more wary of the division officer. He contemplated sleeping elsewhere tonight, but he knew he could slip into the building unnoticed if they needed to. He supposed that if they needed a place to stay he would take them in, and they could figure out their next move in the morning." We need to find shelter, and supplies. You guys need a ride?" He says, wearily. It had been weeks since he'd seen a human, but now there were so many in one place. The Flame States wrote:Tongan Coast wrote:"It's starting to get dark out," Miles said picking his rifle up off the ground "I'm assuming we all trust each other now? What's our next move?" Miles was trusted the cop, but was slightly more wary of the division officer. He contemplated sleeping elsewhere tonight, but he knew he could slip into the building unnoticed if they needed to. He supposed that if they needed a place to stay he would take them in, and they could figure out their next move in the morning." We need to find shelter, and supplies. You guys need a ride?" He says, wearily. It had been weeks since he'd seen a human, but now there were so many in one place. Seeing two men nearby Constantine watches them from nearby and begins to follow them. "No need, I know a place. But where are you all headed?" Miles was unsure whether he should give up his base to these strangers, it could prove brilliant or it could be a fatal mistake. He would have to decide quickly though, but first he would wait to see what they said. Tongan Coast wrote:"No need, I know a place. But where are you all headed?" Miles was unsure whether he should give up his base to these strangers, it could prove brilliant or it could be a fatal mistake. He would have to decide quickly though, but first he would wait to see what they said." I have nowhere to go. Mind if I tag along?" "Sure, anyone else coming?" Seeing the two people talking he walks out into the option to confront them.

The Outsiders (Apocalypse RP, IC, Sign up first)|rating:2.0

The Academy for Slaves - Welcome Hall

Please Read Okay my lovelies I am jumping in and laying it all out right here so heads up class ;D-PLAYER LIST-(Player) (Character)Mermaid Master - HardinTaskerHarmony - Cassie RolandArthenwel - Corbin LaneMiroque - Alina SterlingJohnw42 - Francois De RieuSubjuanita - Mindy ChoChaoticEnvy - Alexis LenningKdyami - Kyle Young-IC RP Links- Headmasters Office/Campus (School Cafeteria (Corbin's Classroom (Francois Classroom (Kyle's Classroom (have decided there will be a teacher/ student rotation, so each teacher will end up working with each student during this RP. So everyone will have a chance to enjoy RP with one another. This will keep it orderly as well as make sure that no one is left out of play. This being said I have decided on the initial pairing, after a bit it will rotate and each student will be handed off to the 2nd pairing I will also list and then the 3rd. Please give each pairing a chance as you may be surprised that you meet new great players and or writers, and Thank you for your patience and willingness to give this a try.1st PairingHardin Tasker(Mermaid Master) and Alina Sterling(Baroque)Francois De Rieu(JohnW42) and Cassie Roland (Harmony)Corbin Lane(Archangel) and Mindy CHO (Subunit)Kyle Young(Drama) and Alexis Leaning (Chaotic Envy)*after we have played long enough for initial training to start and everyone has played with their first pairing we will inform you of the change in pairing Via the Headmaster calling an IC meeting with the teachers. *2nd Pairing Rotation Hardin TaskerandAlexis Leaning Francois De RieuandAlina Sterling Corbin LaneandCassie Roland Kyle Young and Mindy CHO 3rd Pairing Rotation Hardin Tasked and Mindy CHO Francois De RieuandAlexis Leaning Corbin LaneandAlina Sterling Kyle YoungandCassie Roland Pairing Rotation Hardin Tasked and Cassie Roland Francois De Rieuand Mindy CHO Corbin LaneandAlexis Leaning Kyle YoungandAlina Sterling*We want everyone to have fun. Anyone who has not made their initial First post in the IC thread please feel free to do so, the headmaster will IC assign you teachers your student to begin with. This Welcome thread will be for IOC chatter amongst players. ENJOY! Okay this will be the very simple character make up to follow and post in a reply here for all approved players. Simply click select and copy, paste it into a reply in this thread and answer the few basic questions. Code: [Select]Role- (teacher or student)Character Name-Age-Personality-(character pic here) Role- teacher Character Name-Corbin LaneAge-26Personality-Assertive and level-headed. He gives rewards for exceptional behavior and punishments where due. He spices things up as he sees fit. Furthermore, he likes to keep his partner on the edge for a while before allowing her release for her orgasm.(Role- Student Character Name-Cassie Roland Age- 17Personality- (History)Cassie grew up in Texas, your genuine farmers daughter and all around wholesome girl, or so they thought. It was easy to maintain her appearance of purity with her sweet face and good grades. Cassie had never been in trouble at school or outwardly for any offense. Her mother had passed away during childbirth and her father was a handsome struggling farmer. Sometimes desperation can be enough to make you do anything. By some cosmic fluke Cassie's father had run into some old school chum who began telling him about two moneymakers he was involved, but both included the use of his sweet daughter. One of the endeavors was X-rated photos special ordered by horny old men with perverted fetishes. Her father figured it the less of two evils as the second one was the selling of young ladies to wealthy men with a desire to own slave girls for their deviate appetites. Four months came and went but Cassie's father grew greedy taking all the money and squandering it on booze and prostitutes drowning in his guilt. Cassie's innocent look was sought after by thousands of internet clients. She had endured it the best she could think it would help her daddy not to lose the farm, sadly he had other ideas and the photos were quickly becoming more and more hands on until one evening Cassie was drugged and abducted while walking home, her fathers friend had made a deal for a percentage of her sale price and shipped her off to The Academy for Slaves to be trained. Up until this point she had been a very sensitive girl with a loving heart, easy to get along with, playful, and well-behaved. The world her father subjected her to twisted her view of the world exposing her to sexual ideas she never knew existed. She had even begun to find pleasure in the suggestive photos of forbidden acts and taboo idea's. They were just photo's after all, and she received so many fan letters describing how beautiful and delicious she looked, and as a young girl she ate it up.(( (( Role- Headmaster Character Name-Hardin Average- 35Personality- Hardin is the Headmaster of the Academy for Slaves. He is a surprisingly gentle man who cares very much about his students. His goal is to make each student bloom into the most wonderful, alluring slave she can be. He trusts his teachers to do the same, keeping in mind that most of the girls will then be sold to the wealthy clients who will take them away to new lives. Hardin sets the rules for the academy and makes the assignments of each new girl to her instructor. If things don't work out well between them, he will not hesitate to reassign the girl to another instructor. There have been complaints that this gives the girls too much power over their Masters, but he points to the Academy's basic credo: "To be controlled, held accountable, to serve and to please without argument, is a pleasure the depth of which is incomprehensible to those that are not slave. When a slave knows she is doing all she can to bring a twinkle to her Master’s eye, or a look of pure pleasure to his face, or to hear the pride in his voice when he speaks of her or to her, that is what a slave lives for." If a man cannot do that, he is the wrong Master.(Welcome to the Academy for Slaves.(is where you will start. Post your Role Play Checklist below in this topic. Then you will be assigned to a teacher or a student, one on one, for primary interaction BUT you are also welcome to have side interactions with any other player here. Click on select and then paste it into a new post in this tread. Fill in your details then you are set to begin. Actual role play is done in this thread: Academy for Slaves BDSM Fantasy Role Play Partner Checklist It is helpful if your partners know what you do and do not enjoy in a fantasy role play so that they can focus on what you DO like and avoid what you may not like. In this role play partners may play your character occasionally in very SMALL ways, including expected reactions, to move the story along providing no decisions are made, and all actions are in character. If you will be unable to reply to a post for a long while (more than a few days) please let us know in the IOC thread if possible. Put your preferences for the following items next to them on the following scale:1 = I do NOT like this item at all, or I have NO interest in it. Please avoid it.2 = I have little interest in this item, but it is not objectionable if my partner likes it.3 = This item is OK for inclusion if my partner wishes.4 = I like this item and would enjoy having it included.5 = I LOVE this item and definitely want it included.6 = I can't get enough of this item and do not do erotic role play without it.? = I don't know what this is. Feel free to add clarification if you wish.e.: 4 voluntary 6 involuntary or "I like this on my breasts only"REMEMBER: This is FANTASY ONLY, not what you would or would not do in real life. If you are playing a TEACHER in the Slave academy, this is what you enjoydoingto your slave, if you are playing a SLAVE, this is what you enjoy having done to your character. Code: [Select][b]BDSM and Erotic Activities[/b][i]Slavery and related[/i]becoming/being trained as a sex slave: Slave positions: Collars (wearing): Following Orders: Involuntary enslavement: Kidnapping: Housework (naked): Kneeling: Massage (getting):Massage (giving): Orgasm Control: Orgasm Denial: Protocol: Serving as Maid: Tattooing: [i]Humiliation[/i]Being spit on: Boot Worship: Exhibitionism: Forced nudity: Face Slapping: Foot Worship: Hair Pulling: Humiliation In Private: Humiliation In Public: Lecturing: Teasing: Tickling: Verbal Humiliation: Voyeurism: [i]Spanking and flagellation:[/i]Spanking: Paddle for spanking: TAWS for spanking: Strap for spanking: Crop for spanking: Hand for spanking: Over the knee spanking: Beating hard: Beating soft: Whip: Cat o' nine tails: Breast Whipping: Caning: Flogging (back): Flogging (butt): Pussy Whipping: Single Tail (light/sensual): Single Tail (moderate/heavy): [i]Genital sex[/i]Consensual Sexual Intercourse: Forcible rape: Gang rape (by multiple men): Cunnilingus (oral sex, man on a woman): Homosexual cunnilingus (woman on woman): Fellatio (oral sex, woman on a man): Forced homosexuality (woman on woman): Use of dildos (artificial penis) with vagina: Use of dildos anally: Double or Triple Penetration (with dildos): Multiple partners (women on a man): Multiple partners (men on a woman): Anal sex: Forced Masturbation: Hand Jobs: Ice Cubes: [i]Age Play[/i]Age Play (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): Infantilize (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a baby or very young child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): Having character's clothing chosen for her: [i]Bondage and related[/i]Begging/Pleading: Being Blindfolded: Being Gagged: Bondage (heavy): Bondage (light): Breast bondage: Clothespins: Full Head Hoods: Handcuffs (metal): Intricate Rope Bondage: Leather Restraints: Mouth bits and gags: Nipple torment (clamps etc.):Sexual Deprivation: Spreader Bars: Stocks: Suspension (inverted): Suspension: Tape Gags: [i]Extreme and miscellaneous themes[/i]Bestiality (sex with animals): Biting: Branding: Breath Play (Asphyxiation): Brown Showers/Scat (feces play): Choking: Electricity: Fisting (forcing a hand into the anus): Golden Showers (piss play): Hot Waxing: Serving as Pony: Human Puppy: Knife Play/Cutting: Mummification (saran wrap etc.): Piercing: Scratching: Sensory Deprivation: Serving as Ashtray: Serving as Furniture: Wrestling: [i]Medical themes[/i]Catheterization (inserting a tube into the urethra to force urination): Hypodermic needles: Enemas: Examinations (physical): Speculums (vaginal): [i]Clothing[/i]Corsets (wearing): High Heels (wearing): Shaving: Uniforms: (Student Character Name-Alina Sterling Age- 18Personality- Alina is silent and well taught girl from clearly upper class background. She puts an air of superiority around her, and she knows she's better that you. No matter who is near her.History-Her stepfather made moves to put her into the boarding school, to get free hands to dispose Alina's mother, and gain Sterling's family wealth, and new slave for himself, when Alina would be broken and molded into mindless fuckboy. Time was no issue, as plans to carefully dispose her mother toke time, and Alina's living there on the mansion was liability. Secret boarding school was like hitting two stones in one strike for him.BDSM and Erotic Activities Slavery and related becoming/being trained as a sex slave: 6Slave positions: 6 Collars (wearing): 6Following Orders: 6Involuntary enslavement: 6Kidnapping: 6Housework (naked): 4Kneeling: 5Massage (getting): 3Massage (giving): 3Orgasm Control: 5Orgasm Denial: 5Protocol: ? Serving as Maid: 6Tattooing: 2 (only branding/tattooing as part of mark of ownership)Humiliation Being spit on: 6Boot Worship: 6Exhibitionism: 6Forced nudity: 6Face Slapping: 6 Foot Worship: 6Hair Pulling: 6Humiliation In Private: 6Humiliation In Public: 6Lecturing: 5Teasing: 6Tickling: 3Verbal Humiliation: 5Voyeurism: 5Spanking and flagellation:Spanking: 4Paddle for spanking: 4Tawse for spanking: 4Strap for spanking: 4Crop for spanking: 5Hand for spanking: 4Over the knee spanking: 5Beating hard: 4Beating soft: 5Whip: 5Cat o' nine tails: 4Breast Whipping: 4Caning: 4Flogging (back): 4Flogging (butt): 4Pussy Whipping: 5Single Tail (light/sensual): 4Single Tail (moderate/heavy): 4Genital sex Consensual Sexual Intercourse: 4Forcible rape: 6Gang rape (by multiple men): 5 Cunnilingus (oral sex, man on a woman): 6Homosexual cunnilingus (woman on woman): 6Fellatio (oral sex, woman on a man): 6Forced homosexuality (woman on woman): 6Use of dildos (artificial penis) with vagina: 4Use of dildos anally: 3Double or Triple Penetration (with dildos): 3Multiple partners (women on a man): 3Multiple partners (men on a woman): 3Anal sex: 2Forced Masturbation: 4Hand Jobs: 4Ice Cubes: ? Age Play Age Play (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a child, or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 5Infantilism (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a baby or very young child, or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 2Having character's clothing chosen for her: 5Bondage and related Begging/Pleading: 5Being Blindfolded: 5Being Gagged: 5Bondage (heavy): 5Bondage (light): 5Breast bondage: 5 Clothespins: 5Full Head Hoods: 2 Handcuffs (metal): 5Intricate Rope Bondage: 4Leather Restraints: 4Mouth bits and gags: 4Nipple torment (clamps etc.):4Sexual Deprivation: 4Spreader Bars: 4 Stocks: 4Suspension (inverted): 4Suspension: 4Tape Gags: 4Extreme and miscellaneous themes Bestiality (sex with animals): 5Biting: 4Branding: 5 (only as part of marking of ownership)Breath Play (Asphyxiation): 2Brown Showers/Scat (feces play): 2Choking: 4Electricity: 4Fisting (forcing a hand into the anus): 2Golden Showers (piss play): 4Hot Waxing: 4Serving as Pony: 4Human Puppy: 5Knife Play/Cutting: 3Mummification (saran wrap etc.): 2Piercing: 5 (only as part of ownership marks)Scratching: ? Sensory Deprivation: 5Serving as Ashtray: 3Serving as Furniture: 3Wrestling: 4Medical themes Catheterization (inserting a tube into the urethra to force urination): ? Hypodermic needles: 2 Enemas: 3Examinations (physical): 5 Speculums (vaginal): 4ClothingCorsets (wearing): 5High Heels (wearing): 5Shaving: 6 Uniforms: 4 BDSM and Erotic Activities Slavery and related becoming/being trained as a sex slave: 5Slave positions: 5 Collars (wearing): 5Following Orders: 5Involuntary enslavement: 5Kidnapping: 4Housework (naked): 4Kneeling: 5Massage (getting): 4Massage (giving): 4Orgasm Control: 4Orgasm Denial: 4Protocol: 6Serving as Maid: 4Tattooing: 2HumiliationBeing spit on: 2Boot Worship: 2Exhibitionism: 3Forced nudity: 4Face Slapping: 2 Foot Worship: 2Hair Pulling: 2Humiliation In Private: 4Humiliation In Public: 4Lecturing: 3Teasing: 4Tickling: 3Verbal Humiliation: 4Voyeurism: 4Spanking and flagellation:Spanking: 16Paddle for spanking: 6Tawse for spanking: 6Strap for spanking: 6Crop for spanking: 5Hand for spanking: 6Over the knee spanking: 6Beating hard: 2Beating soft: 4Whip: 4Cat o' nine tails: 5Breast Whipping: 5Caning: 4Flogging (back): 3Flogging (butt): 5Pussy Whipping: 4Single Tail (light/sensual): 3Single Tail (moderate/heavy): 2Genital sex Consensual Sexual Intercourse: 3Forcible rape: 4Gang rape (by multiple men): 2 Cunnilingus (oral sex, man on a woman): 5Homosexual cunnilingus (woman on woman): 5Fellatio (oral sex, woman on a man): 5Forced homosexuality (woman on woman): 5Use of dildos (artificial penis) with vagina: 4Use of dildos anally: 4Double or Triple Penetration (with dildos): 5Multiple partners (women on a man): 6Multiple partners (men on a woman): 2Anal sex: 4Forced Masturbation: 4Hand Jobs: 4Ice Cubes: 2Age Play Age Play (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her):Infantilize (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a baby or very young child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 4Having character's clothing chosen for her: 5Bondage and related Begging/Pleading: 5Being Blindfolded: 4Being Gagged: 4Bondage (heavy): 4Bondage (light): 5Breast bondage: 3 Clothespins: 2Full Head Hoods: 4 Handcuffs (metal): 2Intricate Rope Bondage: 2Leather Restraints: 4Mouth bits and gags: 3Nipple torment (clamps etc.): 4Sexual Deprivation: 4Spreader Bars: 5 Stocks: 5Suspension (inverted): 3Suspension: 3Tape Gags: 3Extreme and miscellaneous themes Bestiality (sex with animals): 2Biting: 2Branding: 2Breath Play (Asphyxiation): 2Brown Showers/Scat (feces play): 1Choking: 1Electricity: 1Fisting (forcing a hand into the anus): 1Golden Showers (piss play): 1Hot Waxing: 1Serving as Pony: 4Human Puppy: 4Knife Play/Cutting: 1Mummification (saran wrap etc.): 2Piercing: 1Scratching: 1Sensory Deprivation: 3Serving as Ashtray: 1Serving as Furniture: 2Wrestling: 4Medical themes Catheterization (inserting a tube into the urethra to force urination): 1Hypodermic needles: 3 Enemas: 1Examinations (physical): 4 Speculums (vaginal): 3ClothingCorsets (wearing): 4High Heels (wearing): 6Shaving: 4 Uniforms: 6 for slave uniforms Anyone joining us:Once you have posted your character here, go to the main play area here: and post in the thread about your character's arrival at the Academy. You report initially to the Headmaster's office. There is a thread going there so just join it. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide BDSM and Erotic Activities never use 6 as I don't require any one thing in order to do erotic RP. So a 5 would be my highest rating of things in which I very much enjoy. Slavery and related becoming/being trained as a sex slave: 5Slave positions: 4 Collars (wearing): 5Following Orders: 5Involuntary enslavement: 5Kidnapping: 5Housework (naked): 4Kneeling: 5Massage (getting): 4Massage (giving): 4Orgasm Control: 5Orgasm Denial: 5Protocol: 3Serving as Maid: 3 Tattooing: 4HumiliationBeing spit on: 4Boot Worship: 3Exhibitionism: 4Forced nudity: 5Face Slapping: 5 Foot Worship: 3Hair Pulling: 5Humiliation In Private: 5Humiliation In Public: 5Lecturing: 3Teasing: 4Tickling: 3Verbal Humiliation: 5Voyeurism: 5Spanking and flagellation:Spanking: Paddle for spanking: 5Tawse for spanking: 4Strap for spanking: 4Crop for spanking: 5Hand for spanking: 5Over the knee spanking: 4 Beating hard: 4Beating soft: 5Whip: 3Cat o' nine tails: 3Breast Whipping: 4Caning: 4Flogging (back): 5Flogging (butt): 5Pussy Whipping: 5Single Tail (light/sensual): 4Single Tail (moderate/heavy): 4Genital sex Consensual Sexual Intercourse: 5Forcible rape: 5Gang rape (by multiple men): 5 Cunnilingus (oral sex, man on a woman): 5Homosexual cunnilingus (woman on woman): 5Fellatio (oral sex, woman on a man): 5Forced homosexuality (woman on woman): 5Use of dildos (artificial penis) with vagina: 4Use of dildos anally: 4Double or Triple Penetration (with dildos): 4Multiple partners (women on a man): 5Multiple partners (men on a woman): 5Anal sex: 4Forced Masturbation: 4Hand Jobs: 4Ice Cubes: 3Age Play Age Play (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 4Infantilism (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a baby or very young child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 1Having character's clothing chosen for her: 3Bondage and related Begging/Pleading: 5Being Blindfolded: 4Being Gagged: 3Bondage (heavy):5Bondage (light): 5Breast bondage: 4 Clothespins: 4Full Head Hoods: 3 Handcuffs (metal): 4Intricate Rope Bondage: 4Leather Restraints: 4Mouth bits and gags: 3 Nipple torment (clamps etc.):4Sexual Deprivation: 4Spreader Bars: 4 Stocks: 3Suspension (inverted): 3Suspension: 3Tape Gags: 3Extreme and miscellaneous themes Bestiality (sex with animals): 1 (unless in supernatural setting with shifters werewolves/man)Biting: 4Branding: 3Breath Play (Asphyxiation): 3Brown Showers/Scat (feces play): 1Choking: 4Electricity: 4Fisting (forcing a hand into the anus): 1Golden Showers (piss play): 2Hot Waxing: 2Serving as Pony: 2Human Puppy: 1Knife Play/Cutting: 3Mummification (saran wrap etc.): 2Piercing: 3Scratching: 4Sensory Deprivation: 4Serving as Ashtray: 1Serving as Furniture: 1Wrestling: 3Medical themes Catheterization (inserting a tube into the urethra to force urination): 2Hypodermic needles: 2 Enemas: 1Examinations (physical): 3 Speculums (vaginal): 2ClothingCorsets (wearing): 5High Heels (wearing): 5Shaving: 4 Uniforms: 5 Role- student Character Name-Mindy Change- 23Personality- Mindy is quiet and reserved. She spends most of her time in the lab or researching online. She is close to developing a new biofuel that can be produced cheaply from scrap organic materials. Furthermore, she is working at a small research lab, and hopes this invention will help the company to grow and will get her a promotion. Her free time is spent reading and seeing movies with friends. Mindy is close to her family and hopes to become successful enough at work to bring her family to America someday. Although she is a bit shy, Mindy can be strong-willed and determined to accomplish her goals.(and Erotic Activities Slavery and related becoming/being trained as a sex slave: 6Slave positions: 4 Collars (wearing): 4Following Orders: 5Involuntary enslavement: 6Kidnapping: 5 (other option could be being tricked into getting captured)Housework (naked): 5Kneeling: 4Massage (getting): 4Massage (giving): 3Orgasm Control: 4Orgasm Denial: 4Protocol: 3Serving as Maid: 4Tattooing: 6 (if used to mark as slave - example a cute butterfly that on my butt with word slave in the center)Humiliation Being spit on: 1Boot Worship: 3Exhibitionism: 6Forced nudity: 6Face Slapping: 2 Foot Worship: 2Hair Pulling: 3Humiliation In Private: 4Humiliation In Public: 5Lecturing: 2Teasing: 4Tickling: 3Verbal Humiliation: 4Voyeurism: 3Spanking and flagellation:Spanking: 4Paddle for spanking:4Tawse for spanking: 3Strap for spanking: 3Crop for spanking: 4Hand for spanking: 4Over the knee spanking: 4Beating hard: 4Beating soft: 3Whip: 3Cat o' nine tails: 3Breast Whipping: 5Caning: 3Flogging (back): 4Flogging (butt): 5Pussy Whipping: 5Single Tail (light/sensual): 3Single Tail (moderate/heavy): 4Genital sex Consensual Sexual Intercourse: 2Forcible rape: 5Gang rape (by multiple men): 3 Cunnilingus (oral sex, man on a woman): 5Homosexual cunnilingus (woman on woman): 5Fellatio (oral sex, woman on a man): 3Forced homosexuality (woman on woman): 6Use of dildos (artificial penis) with vagina: 3Use of dildos anally: 1Double or Triple Penetration (with dildos): 2Multiple partners (women on a man): 3Multiple partners (men on a woman): 2Anal sex: 2Forced Masturbation: 5Hand Jobs: 3Ice Cubes: 3Age Play Age Play (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her):Infantilize (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a baby or very young child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 1Having character's clothing chosen for her: 4Bondage and related Begging/Pleading: 6Being Blindfolded: 6Being Gagged: 6Bondage (heavy): 6Bondage (light): 3Breast bondage: 6 Clothespins: 5Full Head Hoods: 6 Handcuffs (metal): 6Intricate Rope Bondage: 5Leather Restraints: 5Mouth bits and gags: 5Nipple torment (clamps etc.): 6Sexual Deprivation: 5Spreader Bars: 6 Stocks: 5Suspension (inverted): 6Suspension: 5Tape Gags: 5Extreme and miscellaneous themes Bestiality (sex with animals): 1Biting: 3Branding: 3Breath Play (Asphyxiation): 3Brown Showers/Scat (feces play): 1Choking: 2Electricity: 3Fisting (forcing a hand into the anus): 1Golden Showers (piss play): 1Hot Waxing: 4Serving as Pony: 4Human Puppy: 2Knife Play/Cutting: 2Mummification (saran wrap etc.): 3Piercing: 2Scratching: 2Sensory Deprivation: 6Serving as Ashtray: 1Serving as Furniture: 2Wrestling: 1Medical themes Catheterization (inserting a tube into the urethra to force urination): 1Hypodermic needles: 1Enemas: 1Examinations (physical): 4 Speculums (vaginal): 4ClothingCorsets (wearing): 5High Heels (wearing): 5Shaving: 5 Uniforms: 4 Role- Teacher Character Name- François de RieuAge- 48Personality and history(coin de Room was born in Paris 48 years ago, he is the only son of a couple of reputed psychoanalysts whose works on human bondage are still a reference in a few specialized universities. He himself is a Doctorate recipient in modern literature and an authority about the divine Marquis de Sade and Hans Bellmen. His writings about the former have earned him a worldwide reputation, providing him with chairs in France, Switzerland, Germany and the USA (NY). Less known to the public, for more than 20 years, he has acted as the personal adviser and protégé of the Swiss citizen, Madame de Stael, heiress of the illustrious family who was also the sole owner of the infamous and newly revealed "Thorn ring", a network of BDSM establishments catering to the wealthy, for which François provided counsel in both recruitment and training. These last months have been cruel to his main employer, as she is now at the center of a French-Swiss joint effort investigating her dubious relationships with some oil-wealthy countries (mainly Saudi Arabia, Lydia and Russia), a few women having claimed that they had been subjected to enslavement and sold to masters by Thorn managers. At approximately the same time, M de Room was invited by a famous university in northern NY state, to provide a series of conferences for the academic year. François de Rieu is regarded as a stern but fair teacher. Always impeccable in his clothing, he can be meticulous, to the point of being fussy in the appearances of his students. He often boasts that for one must always strive for perfection, on the inside as well as on the outside.BDSM and Erotic Activities Slavery and related becoming/being trained as a sex slave: 5 Slave positions: 5 Collars (wearing): 6 Following Orders: 6Involuntary enslavement: 5Kidnapping: 4Housework (naked): 4Kneeling: 6Massage (getting): 6Massage (giving): 6Orgasm Control: 6Orgasm Denial: 6Protocol: 6Serving as Maid: 6Tattooing: 4HumiliationBeing spit on: 3 (not an everyday item)Boot Worship: 2Exhibitionism: 5Forced nudity: 4Face Slapping: 4 Foot Worship: 3Hair Pulling: 5Humiliation In Private: 5Humiliation In Public: 6Lecturing: 4Teasing: 5Tickling: 2Verbal Humiliation: 6Voyeurism: 5Spanking and flagellation:Spanking: 6Paddle for spanking: 3Tawse for spanking: 4Strap for spanking: 4Crop for spanking: 5Hand for spanking: 6Over the knee spanking: 5Beating hard: 4Beating soft: 4Whip: 3Cat o' nine tails: 4Breast Whipping: 5Caning: 4Flogging (back): 4Flogging (butt): 5Pussy Whipping: 5Single Tail (light/sensual): 3Single Tail (moderate/heavy): 3Genital sex Consensual Sexual Intercourse: 4Forcible rape: 4Gang rape (by multiple men): 3 Cunnilingus (oral sex, man on a woman): 5Homosexual cunnilingus (woman on woman): 5Fellatio (oral sex, woman on a man): 5Forced homosexuality (woman on woman): 4Use of dildos (artificial penis) with vagina: 5Use of dildos anally: 5Double or Triple Penetration (with dildos): 5Multiple partners (women on a man): 4Multiple partners (men on a woman): 4Anal sex: 4Forced Masturbation: 4Hand Jobs: 4Ice Cubes: 2Age Play Age Play (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 2Infantilism (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a baby or very young child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 2Having character's clothing chosen for her: 6Bondage and related Begging/Pleading: 6Being Blindfolded: 6Being Gagged: 6Bondage (heavy): 4Bondage (light): 6Breast bondage: 3 Clothespins: 2Full Head Hoods: 3 Handcuffs (metal): 5 Intricate Rope Bondage: 4Leather Restraints: 3Mouth bits and gags: 4 Nipple torment (clamps etc.): 3Sexual Deprivation: 4Spreader Bars: 4 Stocks: 4Suspension (inverted): 2Suspension: 2Tape Gags: 3Extreme and miscellaneous themes Bestiality (sex with animals): 1Biting: 2Branding: 2Breath Play (Asphyxiation): 2Brown Showers/Scat (feces play): 1Choking: 2Electricity: 1 Fisting (forcing a hand into the anus): 1Golden Showers (piss play): 4 (exceptional, can be turned down to 3 or 2)Hot Waxing: 2Serving as Pony: 4Human Puppy: 2Knife Play/Cutting: 1Mummification (saran wrap etc.): 2Piercing: 2Scratching: 2Sensory Deprivation: 4Serving as Ashtray: 2Serving as Furniture: 3 Wrestling: 1Medical themes Catheterization (inserting a tube into the urethra to force urination): 1Hypodermic needles: 1Enemas: 2Examinations (physical): 5 Speculums (vaginal): 4ClothingCorsets (wearing): 4High Heels (wearing): 6Shaving: 6 Uniforms: 6 Please Read Okay my lovelies I am jumping in and laying it all out right here so heads up class ;D-PLAYER LIST-(Player) (Character)Mermaid Master - HardinTaskerHarmony - Cassie RolandArthenwel - Corbin LaneMiroque - Alina SterlingJohnw42 - Francois De RieuSubjuanita - Mindy ChoChaoticEnvy - Alexis Leaning-IC RP Links- Headmasters Office/Campus (School Cafeteria (Corbin's Classroom (Francois Classroom (Suite (have decided there will be a teacher/ student rotation, so each teacher will end up working with each student during this RP. So everyone will have a chance to enjoy RP with one another. This will keep it orderly as well as make sure that no one is left out of play. This being said I have decided on the initial pairing, after a bit it will rotate and each student will be handed off to the 2nd pairing I will also list and then the 3rd. Please give each pairing a chance as you may be surprised that you meet new great players and or writers, and Thank you for your patience and willingness to give this a try.1st PairingHardin Tasker(Mermaid Master) and Alina Sterling(Baroque)Francois De Rieu(JohnW42) and Cassie Roland (Harmony)Corbin Lane(Archangel) and Mindy CHO (Subunit)Kyle Young(Drama) and Alexis Leaning (Chaotic Envy)*after we have played long enough for initial training to start and everyone has played with their first pairing we will inform you of the change in pairing Via the Headmaster calling an IC meeting with the teachers. *2nd Pairing Rotation Hardin TaskerandAlexis Leaning Francois De RieuandAlina Sterling Corbin LaneandCassie Roland Susan/substitute and Mindy CHO 3rd Pairing Rotation Hardin Tasked and Mindy CHO Francois De RieuandAlexis Leaning Corbin LaneandAlina Sterling Susan/substituteandCassie Roland Pairing Rotation Hardin Tasked and Cassie Roland Francois De Rieuand Mindy CHO Corbin LaneandAlexis Leaning Susan/substituteandAlina Sterling*We want everyone to have fun. Anyone who has not made their initial First post in the IC thread please feel free to do so, the headmaster will IC assign you teachers your student to begin with. This Welcome thread will be for IOC chatter amongst players. ENJOY! Excellent!(pompous tone)All good schools need schedules and general proper organization Will introduce myself to Master Tasked tomorrow at dawn, as this is a bit late on this side of the planet :Opened for PM for questions, specifications, and other clarifications :-) Awesome John look forward to the RP and welcome. I've added two classrooms/sleeping quarters for Corbin and Francois to do their training, as well as a cafeteria thread for eating time. Links are above in my Please Read post. First post starts in the headmasters thread then paired teacher/student will branch off to designated classrooms. Hope everyone has wicked fun. Role- Student Character Name-Alexis LenningAge- 21Personality- She is a very shy and quiet girl but once you get to know her she is pretty comical and feisty. She has had her share of boyfriends and knows just how to please them, although most would think this quiet girl was still just a virgin and many times she doesn't correct them. Her parents had always placed her on a pedestal claiming her sister Veronica should 'be more like Alexis'. This only fired Veronica up as she knew the truth about her sister. Alexis grew up in a small town where everyone pretty much knew everyone, but she had a way with people and always seemed able to get her way. Veronica grew tired of her sister being the one of everyone's attention, and she secretly sent out personal information to a boarding school that was far away from them. She knew exactly what kind of boarding school it was and had even had it arranged for a man to own her once her training was complete. He was the one who Veronica paid, and he paid for the training as well as for her to be sent to him afterward. Strict instructions were left from Veronica to never let Alexis return to her hometown again no matter what were to happen. She had grown tired of her sister acting like a whore and had decided to give her a reason to act like one from now on.(( Click to Show/Hide BDSM and Erotic Activities Slavery and related becoming/being trained as a sex slave: 5Slave positions: 5 Collars (wearing): 5Following Orders: 5Involuntary enslavement: 4 Kidnapping: 4Housework (naked): 3Kneeling: 4Massage (getting): 5Massage (giving): 5Orgasm Control: 5Orgasm Denial: 5Protocol: 3Serving as Maid: 4 Tattooing: 3HumiliationBeing spit on: 3 Boot Worship: 4Exhibitionism: 4Forced nudity: 4Face Slapping: 3 Foot Worship: 3Hair Pulling: 5Humiliation In Private: 5 Humiliation In Public: 3Lecturing: 3Teasing: 5Tickling: 4Verbal Humiliation: 4 Voyeurism: 4Spanking and flagellation:Spanking: 5Paddle for spanking: 5 TAWS for spanking: 3Strap for spanking: 4Crop for spanking: 5Hand for spanking: 5Over the knee spanking: 5 Beating hard: 4Beating soft: 3Whip: 4Cat o' nine tails: 4 Breast Whipping: 5Caning: 3Flogging (back): 5 Flogging (butt): 5Pussy Whipping: 5Single Tail (light/sensual): 5 Single Tail (moderate/heavy): 4Genital sex Consensual Sexual Intercourse: 5 Forcible rape: 5Gang rape (by multiple men): 4 Cunnilingus (oral sex, man on a woman): 5 Homosexual cunnilingus (woman on woman): 4 Fellatio (oral sex, woman on a man): 5Forced homosexuality (woman on woman): 4 Use of dildos (artificial penis) with vagina: 5Use of dildos anally: 4Double or Triple Penetration (with dildos): 4 Multiple partners (women on a man): 4Multiple partners (men on a woman): 4Anal sex: 4Forced Masturbation: 5 Hand Jobs: 5Ice Cubes: 5Age Play Age Play (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 2Infantilism (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a baby or very young child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 1 Having character's clothing chosen for her: 3Bondage and related Begging/Pleading: 5Being Blindfolded: 5Being Gagged: 5Bondage (heavy): 4Bondage (light): 5Breast bondage: 5 Clothespins: 5Full Head Hoods: 1 Handcuffs (metal): 5Intricate Rope Bondage: 3 Leather Restraints: 4Mouth bits and gags: 4 Nipple torment (clamps etc.): 5Sexual Deprivation: 5Spreader Bars: 4 Stocks: 4Suspension (inverted): 3 Suspension: 3Tape Gags: 4Extreme and miscellaneous themes Bestiality (sex with animals): 1Biting: 4Branding: 5Breath Play (Asphyxiation): 4 Brown Showers/Scat (feces play): 1 Choking: 2Electricity: 2Fisting (forcing a hand into the anus): 1 Golden Showers (piss play): 3Hot Waxing: 2Serving as Pony: 1 Human Puppy: 1Knife Play/Cutting: 2 Mummification (saran wrap etc.): 1 Piercing: 3Scratching: 3Sensory Deprivation: 4Serving as Ashtray: 1Serving as Furniture: 2Wrestling: 2Medical themes Catheterization (inserting a tube into the urethra to force urination): 2Hypodermic needles: 2 Enemas: 2Examinations (physical):3 Speculums (vaginal): 3ClothingCorsets (wearing): 4High Heels (wearing): 4Shaving: 4 Uniforms: 4 The * represents what my character likes to do to the slave. What he uses and what he likes the slave to do will not have a star.BDSM camp; Erotic themes Slavery and related*Training a slave: 4Slave positions: not sure what you meant Collars: 4Following orders: 4Disobedience: 4Involuntary enslavement:3Kidnapping:3Housework (naked): 4Kneeling: 4*massage (giving): 3*massage (receiving): 4*Orgasm control: 4*Orgasm denial: 5Protocol: 2*Using as maid: 5Tatooing: 2Humiliation*spit on:2Boot worship: 1Exhibitionism: 4Forced Nudity: 4Face slapping: 2 Foot worship:1Hair pulling: 4*Humiliation (private): 3*Humiliation (public): 3*Lecturing: 2*Teasing: 4*Tickling: 3*Verbal humiliation:3*Voyeurism: 3SPANKING AND FLAGELLATION*Spanking: 3Paddle for spanking:2Tawse for spanking:? Strap for spanking:2Hand for spanking:3Crop for spanking:3Over the knee spanking:3Beating (hard):3Beating (soft):3Whip:1Cat o' nine: 2Breast slapping: 4Caning:1Flogging (back):1Flogging (butt):2Pussy spanking: 5Single tail:?GENITAL SEX*Consensual sexual intercourse:4*Forcibly rape:3Gang rape:3*Cunnilingus:4Homosexual cunnilingus:5Fellatio: 3*Force homosexuality: 4 Dildos (vaginal): 3 Dildos (anal):3Double/triple penetration (dildos):5Multiple partners (women on man): 5Multiple partners (men on woman):4*Anal sex: 4Forced masturbation:3Hand jobs: 2Ice cubes: 4AGE PLAY Age play:1Infantilism:1*Choosing clothes for slave:4BONDAGE AND RELATED Begging/pleading:4*Blindfolding:4*Gagging:4*Bondage (heavy):4*Bondage (light):4 Clothespins:3Full head hoods:1Handcuffs:3Intricate rope bondage:4Leather restrains:3Mouth bits/gags:4*Nipple torment:4Sexual deprivation:3Spreader bars:4 Stocks:2Suspension:4Suspension (inverted):4Tape gags:?EXTREME/MISC. THEMESBeastiality:1Biting:3Branding:1Breath play:3Scat:1Chocking:2Electricity:2*Fisting (vaginal/anal):4 Piss play:1Hot waxing:2*Using as pony:2Human puppy:2Knife play:1Mummification:1Piercing:1Scratching:2Sensory deprivation:4*using as ashtray:1*Using as furniture:2Wrestling:4MEDICAL THEMES Catheter:1Needles:1Enemas:? Examination (physical):3 Specullums:?CLOTHING Corsets:4High heels: 4Shaving:3 Uniforms:5 Stockings:5-6 Looks good Archangel, and Chaotic Envy your character looks great just waiting on one more male to post his character. In the meanwhile you can post a first entrance to the school post in the headmasters' office thread. Ok I think I got this right, critiques please. And sorry about the wait, work is trying to kill me. Kyle Young Role – Teacher Character Name - Kyle Young Age – 26Personality - Kyle Young is, no pun intended, pretty young to be a master. But he is one for a reason. He, like most people in his position, had started dabbling in this secret world of BDSM in high school. Tying up the odd girlfriend and the like. But once he turned eighteen he started visiting clubs and classes soaking up as much information as he can. Half a decade later he was a sought after teacher on Edge Play. Traveling the country with his knowledge from one club to the next in a different city every week. Two years later someone had approached him about teaching at the academy. He jumped at the opportunity and since has been putting his spin on BDSM to practice within these walls. Kyle never specialized in what some of the other masters would call "high protocol" and therefore doesn't train for clients that want thus. On the contrary he prefers to train the brats, the ones withe fire, the disobedient ones. Those that leave knowing where there place is, when to stay there, and when to make a master force them back into their place. Kyle Young has a calm aura of dominance. He is a friend to all he meets and tries to make everyone at the school "enjoys" their stay. He believes in treating both teachers and students as the people they are not the role to which they ascribe. (and Erotic Activities Slavery and related becoming/being trained as a sex slave: 4Slave positions: 3 Collars (wearing): 5Following Orders: 3Involuntary enslavement: 4Kidnapping: 4Housework (naked): 2Kneeling: 3Massage (getting):3Massage (giving): 3Orgasm Control: 4Orgasm Denial: 4Protocol: 2Serving as Maid: 2Tattooing: 4HumiliationBeing spit on: 4Boot Worship: 3Exhibitionism: 5Forced nudity: 4Face Slapping: 4 Foot Worship: 3Hair Pulling: 5Humiliation In Private: 5Humiliation In Public: 4Lecturing: 2Teasing: 4Tickling: 3Verbal Humiliation: 4Voyeurism: 3Spanking and flagellation:Spanking: 5Paddle for spanking: 4Tawse for spanking: 4Strap for spanking: 4Crop for spanking: 5Hand for spanking: 4Over the knee spanking: 4Beating hard: 4Beating soft: 4Whip: 5Cat o' nine tails: 4Breast Whipping: 5Caning: 5Flogging (back): 4Flogging (butt): 5Pussy Whipping: 4Single Tail (light/sensual): 5Single Tail (moderate/heavy): 4Genital sex Consensual Sexual Intercourse: 4Forcible rape: 4Gang rape (by multiple men): 3 Cunnilingus (oral sex, man on a woman): 4Homosexual cunnilingus (woman on woman): 4Fellatio (oral sex, woman on a man): 5Forced homosexuality (woman on woman): 4Use of dildos (artificial penis) with vagina: 4Use of dildos anally: 4Double or Triple Penetration (with dildos): 4Multiple partners (women on a man): 4Multiple partners (men on a woman): 4Anal sex: 4Forced Masturbation: 4Hand Jobs: 3Ice Cubes: 5Age Play Age Play (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 2Infantilism (This means an adult character who either enjoys being treated as a baby or very young child or who is forced to do this to humiliate her): 2Having character's clothing chosen for her: 4Bondage and related Begging/Pleading: 4Being Blindfolded: 4Being Gagged: 4Bondage (heavy): 5Bondage (light): 5Breast bondage: 4 Clothespins: 4Full Head Hoods: 3 Handcuffs (metal): 4Intricate Rope Bondage: 5Leather Restraints: 4Mouth bits and gags: 4Nipple torment (clamps etc.):5Sexual Deprivation: 5Spreader Bars: 4 Stocks: 3Suspension (inverted): 5Suspension: 5Tape Gags: 4Extreme and miscellaneous themes Bestiality (sex with animals): 2Biting: 5Branding: 4Breath Play (Asphyxiation): 5Brown Showers/Scat (feces play): 1Choking: 5Electricity: 4Fisting (forcing a hand into the anus): 3Golden Showers (piss play): 3Hot Waxing: 4Serving as Pony: 4Human Puppy: 4Knife Play/Cutting: 5Mummification (saran wrap etc.): 3Piercing: 4Scratching: 5Sensory Deprivation: 5Serving as Ashtray: 3Serving as Furniture: 4Wrestling: 3Medical themes Catheterization (inserting a tube into the urethra to force urination): 2Hypodermic needles: 3 Enemas: 2Examinations (physical): 3 Speculums (vaginal): 3ClothingCorsets (wearing): 4High Heels (wearing): 4Shaving: 4 Uniforms: 4 Looks great Drama I will set up your teachers' classroom now and add Kyle and his student Alexis to the rotation list. The links to the main Headmasters office is listed at the top of this thread and somewhere in the middle as well and also a cafeteria link. I will stick Kyle slink up there asap for you. All the students rotate to each teacher eventually, so everyone gets the opportunity for RP with one another. Ok so what's the drop-off point. Is there a main room or shall i just post in his classroom or? Post in the headmasters' office... The academy for slaves thread and the headmaster will pair us together... Yes that is correct the headmaster room Drama, and then you can begin play in the classroom I created for all your characters training. As for rotation when it appears everyone has gotten to a point of readiness for their next student/teacher pairing we will have the headmaster, and I will play an NPC who come around and start the rotation of girls. Now if you are still finishing up a scene with your current partner then feel free to complete that as well, while you start the new one. Just consider it as that same in game day and finish it off. So both plays are different time periods if that makes sense. Hope everyone is enjoying. Boy I sure am enjoying my NPC character Susan she seems to be all the rave with those handsome teachers. LOL I may just have to keep her around for a little sneaking off to the classrooms to of course check on everyone's progress... *wicked little laugh* Maybe she can be used for an example or two hahas. François popped his head - great idea - back to work - she's a naughty Moneypenny. Lol what's not to like? Susan takes a bow. "You boys do go on." ’D I think Mr. Young and I need to work out a break time schedule, which could certainly include some time all together. Well now that could prove to be interesting indeed. Maybe I should make her a private living quarters or some such thing. Lol This is Susan's cozy little suite for any whom may decide to pop in. This could prove quite interesting indeed lol but alas back to work with me. Feel free to make the first moves involving Kyle and ill get a post up tonight :) Wants to be invited to Susan's room sometime to check out that 'playroom' of hers >:) Well Susan does fancy those cute students brought through her office. And their teachers can feel free to have her assist in training anytime they like. She will eagerly oblige. >:) This sounds like extra curricula activity. Do we get graded on it or get extra credit? :) Oh I'm sure the teachers indulge in giving extra credit to their special students. Lol OK, then sign me up. I hope they let the students work on homework assignments together. Its official Susan is a Slut Secretary, Bahama... (Susan- "I resent that comment!") ’D No. You resemble that comment. But that's ok because we all love you ;) Drama I realize real life takes priority, so I am wondering if someone should be entertaining Chaotic Envy until you can get Kyle straining underway? Just let me know because I don't want anyone to feel as if they are idle as that is easily remedied. I should have had a post up last night but I was kept late at work and didn't get to it this morning ill have something up in an hour or so. But if posting once every 24 maybe 36 hours isn't going to be fast enough we AEE going to have to do something because I try to post asap but I can't guarantee access to a computer other than a day maybe a day and a half. Sorry guys. That's fine Hun just wanted to make sure, so your teacher didn't fall behind and so the player of the student wasn't either. Also since it is a group should anybody know they may be gone for a couple of days or whatever, if possible let us know and Susan will entertain any who may be needing temporary looking after he-he. It this her pleasure. ^_^ I'll do my best Okay I'm going to do a 'For All post in the Cafeteria Link' it will be Susan gathering all the slaves who will meet one another as they await their new Teacher assignment. So please everyone post in reply when I do and gather your new student accordingly. The list is below. Should you still be finishing with your first student/teacher pairing go ahead and do that while concurrently starting the new.2nd Pairing Rotation Hardin TaskerandAlexis Leaning Francois De RieuandAlina Sterling Corbin LaneandCassie Roland Susan/Substitute and Mindy CHO Just to be clear everyone can post in the cafeteria thread? Any teachers who have not completed with the first student can request Susan to watch over their new student. She will be pleased to do so of course. LolI would assume that teachers would post first bringing the slave girl along then the student can post in the cafeteria thread. Okay so Drama has decided to leave the RP, so I have written Susan in as the substitute. She won't be teaching as the teachers do. It will be a sort of girl time in between break wink wink. I have a feeling this will transform as Susan's crazy group bang bang time... -_-Quote from: Harmony on 01-12-2013, 10:31:36Okay so Drama has decided to leave the RP, so I have written Susan in as the substitute. She won't be teaching as the teachers do. It will be a sort of girl time in between break wink wink. >:) Shoot then Susan will be a happy girl, that's for sure. I see the list and think that I will be in good hands, figuratively speaking, with Susan. Then I Look again to see Susan smiling as she is looking at the list. She is licking her lips and I think that I will probably be in her hands more than figuratively! Lol yes you will. Okay I fear a couple of our teachers have gone missing so we are left with the headmaster and Francois. So I suppose the question is do we call it a wrap or do we just have an orgy in Susan's room? Why don't we see if those left want to continue? We might have lost couple students too. So we might be ok. Or if all four stay the two teachers could have two students? Or could even play two men if they wanted? Very true I will ask John and Mermaid master if they would like a couple students a piece sounds good to me thank you for your idea's. ’D Two students apiece sounds like an old gum commercial... Double your pleasure Double your unteach two students Not one. Two students? Piece of cake... er... I... can... do... it (need some assisting help though, (and double pay w/ bonuses obviously)Quote from: subunit on 03-12-2013, 06:36:00Two students apiece sounds like an old gum commercial... Double your pleasure Double your unteach two students Not one. Susan says she will help you any time Darwin, and she has nice bonus for you waiting at her place. LMAO and I love the double mint gum reference. I'm beginning to think the students are on the dessert menu, but will be sure once Susan emerges from kitchen with whipped cream. Susan waggles brow and dashes off for whipped cream. Mindy gulps seeing how much whipped cream Susan brings back to cafeteria. Lol, I hope you saw that I modified the cafeteria post. Sorry about that mistake. Please feel free to post your gal is there. Yes I have seen that you fixed it, thanks for doing that. Will not be able to get post up till later, but will definitely get a post done soon. Been swamped lately, will try to get post done soon. I'm going to dare to say that this RP has fizzled out since there have been no posts in some time. So we can call it closed and I thank everyone for playing. Happy Ring folks.

The Academy for Slaves - Welcome Hall

Turnabout is Fair Play [ScriptorFidelis + exitmusic]

The cantina was busy; swarming with masses of bodies, warm air pushed between them and the blaring of high-pitched horns. The With in the corner was the target. He was surrounded by a throng of sycophants, laughing at his every joke, swooning at his every motion. It wouldn't be difficult to see how it was someone like Ni'Jet had made such an enemy out of someone that it was worth a fantastic sum of money to the right people. Herkind of people. People who are in the business of flesh. It wouldn't do to cause a scene with so many people around. Not to say it didn't stop her from toting her illegally-modified blaster with her, found strapped comfortably to her upper thigh. Then, not much did. It was more of a scouting trip. Laying in wait until the right moment. Ni'Jet would leave, likely intoxicated. Then the real work would begin. Of course, chances were, she wasn't the only one here ready to pluck the bounty of Ni'Jet. With such a considerable sum attached to his bulbous head, the attention he'd attracted had not been minimal. He was bold to even be out and about; such arrogance was not uncommon, when you hold a high station in a corrupt party. Each sip of liquid, each bite of food, could be Ni'Jet's last. Poison. Such anamateurmethod of assassination. The poor With was, incidentally, classified as 'Dead or Alive'. Rather unfortunate, for him. It was much easier to bring someone back proof of death than it was to bring a living, squirming being who oftentimes fought the entire way. She is innocuous. A slight woman; tall, but, unassuming. Swathed in a dark cloak, sister woven facial mask pulled up over her nose so that just the brilliant amber crystals of her eyes and the surrounding stretch of smooth, snow-pale skin is visible. She's not likely to be recognized. She isneverrecognized. Part of the reason why He sendsherto do such surveillance. His was a face well-known, a face which could instill fear or relief, depending on who you are. One of the most infamous bounty hunters in the entire galaxy - mostly for his methods; as unconventional as they tended to be – had both its perks and its disadvantages. Familiarity happened to be one of the detriments. Auspa SA'VIN was known merely, as His partner. One deadly half to a wildly successful team of bounty hunters. Though hers was the face of a painting, a mottled smear of water colors and oils; ever-changing, never the same features or textures. A Claudine; a master of deception, having honed and refined her 'skills' to such a degree that she had little problem playing as mimic. Her hunter's skills, were not too shabby, either. Which is why her instincts tingled, hairs at the back of her neck prickling, at the eavesdropping of a conversation. They are speakingRodese, those two Radians over there. One of which she recognizes as being competition. Likely here for the same reason. The same person. This wasn't especially unusual - two hunters going after the same target - but in such proximity, it was. A certain irritant. Like an insect, buzzing around your ear, taking no heed to the hand perpetually swatting. She felt, it was time to take matters into her own hands. There clearly, was no time to wait. A tiny button is pressed, part of a small, silver, spherical device, which will send a series of signals to some divulged location. The first in a line, to start in motion the metal cogs powering the machine of method. Auspa will move. The unique material of her skin-tight clothing flexing and wheezing as strained leather might. It molds to every inch of her humanoid form, from boots, to the slender base of her neck, where the cloth of the mask takes over. She leaves the cantina, flaps of her cloak snapping about her ankles, the hood pulled low over her face by a glove-imprisoned hand. The tiny sphere blinks with a pin-sized red light, curled within the confines of her palm. Blinking, blinking, blinking. She walks, away, the sound of gravel crunching underfoot more prominent now than the raucous sounds of the cantina. She stops, settling atop a slightly raised mound of earth, turning back to face the building; set across an otherwise barren landscape of arid desert, with some abandoned shacks and a massive salvage parts yard. Her thumb presses again that tiny button. There is a loud crack, like thunder violently streaking through the sky, a rumbling which tremors through the ground. A corner of the cantina - far opposite of where our dear With had been sitting - goes up in a flash of red flame and black smoke. Casualties were an inevitability in this line of work. Though there were no innocents in that place. As predicted, patrons start flooding out the door, some of them screaming, others cursing. A small brood of frantic young copies get caught in the rush of people in a highly comical display, with limbs flailing as they are tripped and confused by the lumpy quadrupeds. She levels the blaster, fixing the sights upon the doorway, waiting for the magnanimous Ni'Jet to come stumbling out of the maw of the cantina. When he does, large, glossy black eyes dulled by the dust kicked up in the panic, ASPA smiles. She can see his anger, his tiny mouth moving, spouting strings of profanities, large, wrinkled brow wobbling with a rage. Her finger settles on the trigger, accounting for distance and wind - of course, highly-modified boosters make such things negligible. She sets her shoulder blades back, crosshairs centered on the massive lobe of the With's brow… Ni'Jet slams into the earth without ceremony. No movement, not as a fish flopping in desperation at the end of a barbed hook, but as corpse, cold and stiff. A clean kill, instant, leaving only the spattering of blood across the quivering shell of the cantina. Her curse, loud as it may have been, fell to deaf ears at her distance, swallowed by the night, her fury fuming about her in angry red tendrils. A split second later, and the kill would have been hers. Now, she would be forced to return empty-handed, without a mark that should have been a piece of cake. She would have to explain, how she had made the choice to deviate from the carefully laid out plan. How... disappointing. She can hear his words even now, see the look of typical condescension. The very idea that'We'could become an'I'was still, quite out of reach, and he would not let her forget as much. Nor the amount of money she has essentially swilled down the drain… The Dream’s Ghost was not a pretty ship in many peoples’ eyes. A Core Galaxy Systems Dynamic-class light freighter, the vessel was a common sight in and around the Galactic Republic and had been for many generations. Still painted the dull, sea gray of the factory, this particular vessel sat apparently idle atop one of the immense Paraclete landing pits in the busy spaceport of Mos Games. The twin suns of Tattooing had beat down on her unremarkable skin all day, and now the cool night air swirled gently around her. Caressing and comforting her. Within Dream’s Ghost draftees skeleton, Wren’aren’tlethal, known as Near to many in this part of the galaxy, sat brooding malevolently. The dark cockpit of the ‘freighter’ was more open than most of her sisters; long ago her master had pulled all but two of the section’s seats out. Almost filling the larger of these two remaining seats with His strong form, Near glared silently out the viewport into the blinking and moving and flashing lights of the city. He hated this world. It was dead. It had been murdered. Furthermore, it should have been left alone. But no. Instead, sentiments had colonized it again and attempted to resurrect something which merely wanted the restful peace of death. It wasn’t right. In front of Him only a single console was lit; it’s dim light neither illuminated the man nor the compartment. He looked down at it once again, perhaps willing it to change. But it did not. The same blood-red agrees text taunted Him. Ni’Jet: BOUNTY CLOSED – TERMINATED (Kanji Penn)Penn. A Rodin bounty hunter. Not even a notably good one at that. Indeed, he was known more for his taste in fine wines than his skill with a blaster. But Penn had claimed the trophy tonight. It wasn’t right. Naren had turned off the news reports, the emergency services comlink tap, and even the port authority’s emergency message. He didn’t know the details of what had happened, but He knew enough to fill in the missing pieces. ASPA had failed. More than that, she's disregarding His carefully thought out plan and then failed. A four-day trip in hyperspace, two days of observation, and 25,000 credits all wasted and gone because of ASPA. It wasn’t right. The man gripped the hard armrest of the seat so tightly that His already pale blue hand turned white. A heartbeat, a moment, a lifetime passed, and He realized what He was doing. He rarely lost the tight controls He kept; the controls over Himself, over her, over others, and over the universe. The latter He sometimes allowed victory. The tall Chess inhaled deeply and let the long breath out slowly as He released the now subdued armrest. No, there would be time enough to go over ASPA’s failings later. Time enough to make her understand, once again, that His workings were not to be so casually discarded. He began the slow sequence which would bring the sleeping Dream's Ghost to life. The galaxy may consider ASPA His partner -- a part of a famous and/or infamous bounty hunting duo -- but she perhaps needed some reminding that this was not an equal partnership. She was His. And her failures were His failures. And He hated failing. He would make this right.(The sound of the Ghost's doors can be heard air-locking: a hiss of steam and a metallic clicking, followed shortly by her foot falls. Her dark clothing is dusted with a coating of desert sand and fine debris from her ride back on the speeder. Closer, closer, closer, then her frame looms in the doorway, somewhat behind Near. She eyes immediately the red text in bold block letters declaring her failure. Right, so, he's heard." He was already there. It wouldn't have made a difference." She declares, dully, matter-of-factly. Referring, of course, to Penn. She's making excuses already, although can it really be called an excuse if it is the truth? Neither of them will ever know whether her little stunt made it easier for Penn, or if it was something he would have achieved regardless. Her cloak is unclasped, and flung over the back of her pilot's chair, where it wafts out a cloud of dust which blooms as a swarm of algae might." At least the damage to the cantina will be pegged on him." She reaches up, pulling down that wrap of cloth which had been concealing her, revealing youthful features, lovely, but sharp, with a shock of blonde hair hanging down in a choppy frame. Oh, she is angry. Her eyes, that unique shade of burnished sap, focus on the soft red glow, declaring silently that Ni'Jet is now off the market. A hand snaps out, flicking a switch which causes the screen to darken, before flickering to total blackness. She leans back, folding arms across her chest like some scorned child pouting. She doesn't even want somewhat him. Furthermore, she knows. She knows." We should have moved sooner." Ahh, deflection. One of her fingers is stretched up, idly tracing the line of her jaw. The Ghost rumbles, engines flaring to life. No need to linger here on this planet; a festering wasteland of criminals and suffocating heat, which ripples in coursing, miserable waves, a horrible mirage that is anything but. She slants her gaze towards him, vicious narrow slits of molten rust. "Too much planning." In perfect Cheung - one of the other things he had elected to teach her over the years. That she uses it to vocalizethatstatement, speaks more than the sparse three words. She jerks one boot stiffly into a lever. The Ghost makes a shifting groan. "He was already there… it wouldn't have made a difference.” Near didn’t turn as ASPA entered the cockpit. He remained in the pilot’s seat, silent, and started on the final steps of the power-up sequence which would finally wake the vessel." At least the damage to the cantina will be pegged on him,” ASPA continued as she exposed the youthful face which He demanded she constantly wear when not on a job... or, on the rare occasion, when His whims dictated. He finally turned and then frowned slightly when He noticed the clouds of dust falling from her clothing to the seat and deck plates. The Ghost wasn't top-of-the-line by any stretch of anyone’s imagination, but she was His. And He kept His possessions in immaculate condition. However, long familiar with ASPA’s ways, He set the issue aside for later and then returned to skillfully coaxing the overpowered engines of the highly modified vessel to full power.“We should have moved sooner.” The frown deepened though He tried to keep His focus on the task at hand. “Too much planning,” she said in her still-accented Cheung. How dare she?! As the ungainly ‘freighter’ lifted off the much-hated planet with a shuddering groan, He turned sharply at the barely veiled criticism.“Be silent, wretch.” He didn’t raise His voice. He didn’t need to. “You failed. Yet again.” His glowing maroon eyes speared her mercilessly; their pupils gaze gave no quarter and pinned her to her seat. “Penn is an idiot,” he growled. “Worse. A barely competent idiot and yet he managed to best you.” He left the rest of the implication to His voice as He turned back to the control panel. “The least of Ni’Jet’s guards could have handled him if you’d followed the plan.” The last of this proclamation flowed out of His mouth in His rich native tongue instead of the clumsy, abrasive Galactic Basic Standard. “But instead I start hearing about fiery explosions over the comments.”I told you very clearly what your task was tonight. But you had to rush the job. You rushed the job and then, to no one’s -- least of all my -- surprise, failed. Failed and cost us.” He paused only for half a heartbeat. “No, it cost you.” Wasn't it SEATO point fingers? Neither of them, inevitably, would accept blame for anything, no matter how large or inconsequential the issue at hand was. But.wretch!? She seethes, silently, brooding, watching the barren landscape of Tattooing fade from the half-caked windows of the cockpit." It doesn't change the fact, if we had moved so--" She is interrupted, Near spitting vitriolic acid at her, boring into her with those harrowing eyes. Insecteyes. Two roaring red suns set in the pale blue of an endless sky. She looks away." Have you so little faith in me..." Not even a question, just a drawn out statement, and then she's trailed off. The truth was, she had made some rookie mistakes. Near was right, of course. Penn was an amateur. No one who should have raised her alarms. She was still learning, though one would think after years of shadowing someone likened’aren’tlethal, she might have picked up on the finer nuances of the trade by now. She was not always such a novice. Rarely, in fact. She hated failure just as much - if not more - as Near did. Still, she would not yield, would not admit mistake, let alone defeat. The blaster is unstrapped from her thigh, and she leans it beside her on the ground, against her seat, before pulling her leg up to her chest, both hands clasped together around her kneecap. She is dirty, but, it can be expected, after the ride she's just made. The part of her face around her eyes which had been exposed to the elements is darker, with a thin layer of dust; its own little makeshift bandit's mask of filth, smeared and streaked by tiny beads of sweat. The rest of her face is that perfect, pale porcelain. Something vastly artificial. The entire opposite of the ugliness festering beneath. She tilts her head back, one of her hands fingering the zipper nestled into the divot of her collarbone, nudging it down a couple of inches. It Costner? Mm, is she to take that as a threat? The endless mound of debt attached to her name? As some geisha, who must pay for training, housing, food, and everything else in between - including, of course, foiled bounties, whether they be her fault or not - in order to earn her freedom? Something like that? She'd stopped caring about that tally, long ago. She could walk away, tonight. Tomorrow. The next day. Not to say she wouldn't be hunted, but, that's neither here nor there. She is no longer that helpless, worthless charge who had been given to Near, so many years ago. She refuses to be treated as such." Add it to my tab?" A quiet smirk curving pale pink lips, like, petals of some exotic flower; soft, enticing, ready to lure the unsuspecting into the luscious nectar encased within, only tosnapdown with poisonous, barbed needles. He ignored the tone of the comment... and the seductive arch of her smirking lips as He turned back to program the minicomputer with coordinates to Vasco. It was not 'home,' merely the planet which the duo primarily operated out of.“I already have,” He said plainly, paying more attention to the computer screen now than He did when she’d exposed that hint of her lovely figure. Faux figure, to be truthful, but Near loathed her natural state. Reptilian. Misshapen proportioned. The mere thought of that wrinkled, leathery gray skin and those horrible, oversized eyes revolted Him. No. He much preferred her this way. And only His preferences mattered. He’d restricted her from appearing that way in front of Him from very nearly the time He’d acquired her, over a decade ago. A Colander client couldn’t afford the bounty he’d initially offered on a mark and had offered to pay his debt with the Claudine girl. Near, realizing the usefulness of having such a resource, accepted ASPA in lieu of killing the destitute client. He’d still considered eliminating the man on principal though. But even back then, ASPA had been difficult, and as she grew and became more confident in her abilities -- abilities which He’d taught her -- so too did her cockiness. Not that she was unjustified. After all, He was her instructor. But she wasn’t as good as she thought. Mostly because she thought she was as good as Him.“Mistakes like today are unacceptable. Any mistake is unacceptable. You’ve been taught that. What if Ni’Jet had spotted you placing the explosive?” He knew this wasn’t a fair question. She was too skilled for anyone to spot. The chess stopped as he reached forward to push the twin sticks of the hyperspace drive controls forward. The brilliant spots of lights in the transparisteel viewport, each a burning ball of hydrogen and helium, shot forward into streaks of luminous white. The ship then lurched into the alternate mode of physical existence which allowed it to travel faster than those very beams of light. Naren shook His head. Glowing eyes turned to gaze at His properly registered property, “Disappointing, ASPA. So very disappointing.” Beauty is subjective, isn't it? It's possible she too finds Near to be repugnant. Hideous. Unnatural. Foreign. It wouldn't matter. She is not in any position to say or do anything about that, is she? Not that Near would have theability, even if she were. Therein was the primary difference between them; wedged as a jagged splinter between two sheets of unwavering rock. Of course, that wasn't entirely true, was it? She only wanted to believe she was something so rigid as...unwavering. The truth was, she was just matter. An object, taking up space. Someone's play thing. Hisplay thing. All the denial she could muster never seemed to change this fact. Part of her so strongly thought that eventually she would evolve past that initial binding handshake, parcel of ink, whateverit was which had instantaneously rendered her so vastly inferior. Then, moments such as these arose, wherein she failed to achieve absolute perfection, and the bored, harsh stare of indifference oozed and bubbled from his pupils like a festering pus, and ever as unsavory. She remains silent, watching the streaks of planetary light shoot by like fireflies flashing wildly in the darkness. Beautiful, and solemn, the endless vacuum, serving only to remind her how verytrappedshe is, sheathed in this warped slab of metal. She'll rise, hand loosely gripping the strap of her blaster, shrugging it back up over her shoulder, and turn to leave the cockpit, wordlessly. The destination is the cargo hold - perhaps, appropriately, for what was she, truly, if not cargo- part of which had been converted into a very modest sleeping area; little more than a cot. She has little in the ways of personal belongings, so really anything else would be unnecessary. Lowering herself to her bottom, sitting atop the messed pile of blankets, she starts to fuss with her boots, brushing the dirt from the tops with the back of her hand before tugging gently at the soles to pull them off, one by one. It is in the midst of one of these tugging motions, that something catches her attention, for a split second, seen from the very corner of her peripheral vision. She pauses, glancing to the left where there is a pile of wooden crates filled with various provisions stacked atop one another four or five times. Nothing. She continues, pulling off the second boot. She sees it again. It. Some, flash of something out of the corner of her eye. She leans back, slowly, slowly, until she finds what it is that had been pricking her attention. A very soft, very tiny, gleam of metal, hit just from the perfect angle. Wedged behind one of the crates, between wood and wall. Auspa rises, heading to the pile of crates and crouching down, reaching her arm behind, and sliding her hand until her fingers bump into it. Again -it. A small, dome-shaped piece of metal, cool to the touch, fastened by tiny prongs into the pulp of the wood. A small knife is pulled from a flap running parallel to the line of her leg on her thigh, and it is slid behind, metal tip prying beneath the tinythingadorning the flat of wood. It snaps off with little effort, tumbling shortly to the ground, where it is plucked, and revealed. Eyes, no longer a piercing amber but instead a cool, deep brown, like wet soil, observe the piece of metal pinched between still-gloved fingers. ASPA knows exactly what it is. It. What she doesn't know, whit is here, on the Ghost. Some minutes after her initial departure, Near will hear ASPA coming back, only this time, with the light, whispered footsteps of bare feet. Her voice will flute through the air behind him where she stands in the doorway, again, holding the tiny device up in the palm of her hand, a halfway-suspicious melody of sheer contempt:"Why are we being tracked, Near?" Near remained silent at the control console as His young protégé, of sorts, rose and left the cockpit. Similarly, she said nothing. What else was there to say, really? He knew from long experience that she would retreat to the cargo bay where she would quietly lick her wounds -- not in defeat though, merely until she regrouped. The right corner of His dark blue lips twitched upwards in what came dangerously close to a smile. She would never admit defeat. No, she’d be back here in a few hours with entirely new reasons why she hadn’t failed Him. It was cute, in a way, the way she sought to please Him. More the pity then that He had to do what He had to do. With an invisible shrug, the typically taciturn bounty hunter checked the ship’s primary systems once more and then activated the autopilot. This set, He started to lean back into His chair but paused a moment to gaze at the simple layout of the controls with some admiration and no small amount of affection. The long-dead architects of the Dynamic-class would have been justifiably smug at how enduring their design had been. Brought into service generations ago, each ship was produced on an individual basis and sold to buyers at, then, a hefty premium. Indeed, they still were sought after due to their famed reliability and durability. The Dream’s Ghost had been the best acquisition of Near’s life. He paused. Maybe second best. But the Ghost was the only place He had truly called home since leaving Villa. And He’d left that place what seemed like an age ago. But no, others had tried to convince Him to go with the newer, and possibly more popular, Orwellian Engineering Corporation designs but that just didn't... Naren’s pleasant reverie was suddenly interrupted at the near-silent padding of bare feet against cold metal deck plates. He shook his head. He’d never been able to get the girl to wear shoes when it wasn’t absolutely required. This, however, ranked fairly low among her, somewhat distracting, personal tendencies. He was a little surprised to hear her coming though. He’d expected her to be in the cargo bay planning her new strategy for several hours at least." Why are we being tracked, Near?" The pilot’s seat swiveled and the glowing gaze of the Chess instantly went to the metallic object in ASPA’s hand. His mind raced almost visibly.“Destroy it. And then come sit down.” He didn’t wait for her to respond before turning back to the controls and snapping off the autopilot system He’d just activated. The tiny device in ASPA’s hand, similar to countless ones Near Himself had used in the past, would have given its masters the location and exact jump vector of the Ghost. This could then be used to plot all the vessel's most probable potential courses. Indeed, some newer models could even relay the amount of power diverted to the hyperdrive as it activated which would further narrow those already few options. It was even rumored that Galactic Republic beacons could track ships through hyperspace using the Colonel, but Near only could imagine such technology coming close to magic. But, as a result, there was only one option available now, and it was far from a palatable one. Cutting power to the drive would rip them from the alternate dimension of hyperspace and stymie their hunters’ tracking efforts, but it was also incredibly dangerous. Though the Ghost’s course was plotted well away from any ‘mass shadows’ of large celestial bodies, the technology which allowed the ship to travel faster-than-light also blinded all of its scanning and detection equipment. While they (probably) wouldn’t emerge in the center of a planet, they could emerge in an asteroid, space station, another ship, or any number of the countless other objects in space. While the chances of such an occurrence were almost infinitesimal in regard to the sheer vastness of the galaxy, hyperspace collisions were -- statistically correct or not -- far from unknown. However, the moment ASPA sat down in the copilot's seat, His calm voice sounded assured. “I’m going to cut our drive. The minute we’re out, I’ll find our location, and you plot a course to Cameroon.” The spice smuggling world was in the opposite vector of Vasco. The trick wouldn’t buy them any more than a day or two, at best, since any bounty hunter worth anything would have contacts and sources everywhere. Especially in a place like Cameroon where morality was optional and anything and everything was available for sale. But Near didn’t have time to dwell on that. He didn't have time to dwell on the ‘who’ or ‘why’ of the ominous device yet. The first priorities were evasion and escape. Who's and why's came later. Violent retribution followed that. Destroy it? No curious need to dissect it and find out where it may have come from? The one downside of most tracking devices was, of course, their fragility. As excellent as they were at performing their primary function, durability remained a frustrating issue. Which is why it was so very puzzling that such a device would be fastened to theoutsideof a crate. What if the cargo had been rotated onto a different side? The piece would have been crushed instantly under the weight. So what did that mean? Had someone beeninsidethe Ghost, without authorization? The tracer met its untimely demise beneath the blunt end of a blade's pommel. Auspa frowned at the remains, fingering the crunched pieces of fragile metal, spreading them around. She plucks the tiny microchip which served as the heart of the device - no larger than a pea - and set it aside from the rest. Sitting back down into the nest of the pilot's chair, hearing Near's cool voice, so lacking in any worry or even interest, does little to dissuade ASPA's sense of worry, of ultimate self-preservation. It would not be thefirsttime Near had neglected to inform her of something of such importance, this assuming he knew anything about the tracer. Judging from his lackadaisical attitude, how could he not? His words, about cutting the warp drive, have her eyes snapping towards him, wide with a terse measure of shock she does not evenattemptto conceal." What!? Are you mad!?" Her knowledge of ships and astrophysics was much less than Near's, true, but she knew enough to understand the imminent dangers that could be associated with such a rash action. Her objections would do little; this much she need not be reminded of. If Near had made up his mind, there would be no benefit to wasting her breath. The last, as it may very well be. She turns away, eyes drifting towards the incandescent streaks of stars passing by far too quickly to register as anything but a fissure of mottled light, filtered oddly in their linear passage, breaking barriers which do not exist." What aren't you telling me?" Perhaps everything, perhaps nothing. She tightens her grips on the arms of her chair, as if that will somehow stop, or lessen, whatever disastrous consequences Near's actions could bestow upon her. Upon them. The decision to trust Near was made only because there was no other option, as had happened so frequently before in her time after the trade. Though the opposite effect had been produced over the years than what one may have otherwise expected from such a transaction. Rather than beginning as a rebellious, unwilling charge and growing into a life of civil subservience, ASPA had instead gone the opposing road. What had started out a frail, terrified young girl, had turned into a feisty, arrogant woman? Such was likely, however, the goal of Near. It was clear he had no need for Drudge. Each glimmering facet of her personality had been molded as dark clay from the earth, beneath those pale blue fingers. So stood she before him; an ever-changing statue continuously pulled from the kiln, a mirror of his desire. Her eyes are turned towards him again, beneath the soft gossamer veil of gentle blonde, quiet and accepting, without a murmur of protest, she delivers a tentative nod. Near didn’t respond to either of her questions as He sat in the apparently marked, starship hurtling through the sector at unimaginable speeds. It was highly unlikely that ASPA expected Him to though. No. Instead, He eyed her with His demonic gaze; those inhuman orbs of illuminated maroon which never revealed anything of Him. He sat in His seat and watched ASPA. Doing as He constantly did, examining and evaluating her. He watched her confusion. He watched her suspicion. Furthermore, he watched her anger. Furthermore, he watched her fear. And finally, when she met His gaze, He watched her acceptance and, grudging, trust in Him. He watched her submission to His will. So in the end, there was no other choice but her silent nod and He accepted it. Indeed, the tiny, seemingly irrelevant, gesture filled His chest with a powerful glow, and He reached over to brush strands of blond hair back behind her ear and touched her cheek in that way He did whenever she pleased Him. Turning back to the controls of the Ghost, still without saying a thing, He started keying in the sequence of commands which would terminate the immense amounts of power pumping into the throbbing heart of the ship. The result was, perhaps surprisingly, rather unremarkable. The ever-shifting blue tunnel of hyperspace vanished as it normally did, and the ship was jarred back into real space with its regular quick jolt. And Near only nodded very slightly, as if merely confirming the small miracle, then shifted His seat to face the abrogation equipment at His left. Thin fingers deftly flew across the control panel as He attempted to determine where His risky, but never reckless, maneuver had dropped the ‘freighter.’“We’re off the Trailers Trade Route,” He reported vaguely after what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less than a few minutes. “About two parsecs out of Tattooing.” The specifics of the information were quickly sent to the minicomputer where ASPA could begin the challenging task of programming their new course from scratch.“And when you’re done with that,” Near said as He turned His seat to face the busily working woman, “tell me everything about the device.” Adrenaline is a drug, perhaps, ASPA's addiction in a sense. Though stopping the ship mid-hyper jump may be low on the list of dangerous things she has done, it still has her heart racing, her body releasing adrenaline into her bloodstream, nerve synapses firing, pupils widening just slightly. Then, he touches her. Reaches his hand across that space between him, cool fingers brushing her cheek, fondly. She exhales though a barely parted mouth. Naren's approval meant much to her. In whatever warped role he filled in her mind; partner, teacher, father, mentor, lover, role-model, nemesis, antagonist, owner, enemy. All of those things and more. It mattered a great deal to her what methought her. Such a childish whim, perhaps, to feel that surge of pleasure whenever his eyes reflected something other than disappointment, disdain, indifference. There is the briefest flicker of a smile, before she turns away, plotting a course for Cameroon. Anything in that system was a hassle. Anything in the Outer Rim was a hassle. Scarcely explored, it existed as a somewhat unknown expanse. Likely, this was Near's reasoning. Though, it would take ASPA a fair amount of time to plan anything, because of it." I don't know anything about it. It could have been purchased anywhere." She doesn't need to go back and observe the crunched pieces of metal in order to say that much. Her eyes sweep across the mapping screen. "Maybe it was just a mistake." She pauses, feeling Near's gaze on her, turning to meet it, an oddly feminine tilt to her head. "Why would anyone be trying to track us, after all?" She can't shake the feeling, heavy, like a wet shroud, that Near knows something. Knows something, and isn't telling her. It is nagging, another irritating insect, but instead of merely buzzing about her ear, this one has sunk its teeth into her, feasting upon her blood, leaving behind oozing sores in its wake. She's wrong. She knows something about the tracer. The tiny chip with diagonal grooves. It's Rodin. Rodian. Which suddenly strikes her as being vastly important, even though that breed of equipment could indeed be purchased anywhere, who was it she had seen in that cantina? She gets up in a rush. Her hands move over her body, sliding over each arm, smoothing over her curves, passing down her thighs, brushing the back of her knees, patting down, effectively frisking herself. She's searching for a partner to that chip. What if Penn hasn't been after Ni'Jet, after all? What if Penn had been hunting someone else entirely? After all, it was practically by accident that Penn had even managed to snipe Ni'Jet.Oh, God!. Once she is done checking herself, confident she is carrying no uninvited cargo, she moves to the cloak which she'd earlier flung over the chair. She tears it from the back, andwhipsit before her as if it might be some summer picnic blanket to be laid out. Bits of sand and dust go flying everywhere. But... no tracking device. Paranoia, it seems, had gotten the better of her. Coincidence? Maybe. She realizes, a moment too late, that the cockpit may not have been the mostopportuneplace to fluff out her dirtied cloak. She slides her gaze towards Near, knitting her fingers into the dense fabric of the hood." You. Should check yourself too." She breezes out of the cockpit before he can tongue-lash her for making a mess. A very hard cleanness. Grains of sand will be working their way out of the machinery for months, no doubt. Near rose, glowering disapprovingly at the thin layer of dust which now coated much of ASPA’s side of the cockpit. It was a small thing, to be sure, but yet another clear indication of her habitual impulsivity. Her habitual and dangerous impulsivity. And with that thought the man reverted to being the critical taskmaster. He shook His head very slightly, in a long familiar gesture of disappointment, as he began to strip off his simple ship’s jumpsuit, checking it for any unfamiliar objects as he did so. He was fairly confident that He hadn’t been tagged, and He had similar confidence in His thoughts as to who could have placed the tracking device in the cargo hold. Only three others had been aboard theGhostduring their time on Tattooing: a customs inspector and two cargo hands delivering foodstuffs. He'd kept a close eye on the cargo hands, but had allowed the inspector to go about her business as such government types always resented oversight. Plus, she'd been well paid off. But allowing her that free access might have been a costly error on His part. Folding the jumpsuit and setting it on the copilot’s chair, He stood naked in the compartment still thinking about this all too disruptive day. He was as comfortable like this as He was in full combat armor. Near’s black hair was closely cropped, kept in close control as He did all things. The pensive man’s pale blue skin was marred by two long, jagged scars down His thinly haired chest, but was otherwise immaculate, as if chiseled from marble. The Chess’s form was whip-lean and long-lived, with tight sinewy muscles that were well-defined, but that did not define Him. But there is no tracking device on the person or jumpsuit. No sign that He’d been compromised. Just His home -- which was near enough to be the same. And equally unacceptable. The bounty hunter took a few steps towards the hatch and held down the intercom button located on the rear bulkhead. “Get the sweep gear from the hold and check the ship. And let me know when you’re done.” The man’s composed, but distant, serene, but cold, voice echoed through the largely empty passages and compartments of the ‘freighter.’ It had originally been meant for four crew members and up to six passengers, but theGhostonly had the two of them -- and could be operated by either alone. “After that, I'll jump the ship, and you can start on returning the cockpit to the condition you found it in.” He shut the system down and then proceeded to the communication terminal where He tapped in several commands to attempt to activate a secure link to the Colonel. The galactic-wide communications grid was developed and used by the Galactic Republic as a near-instantaneous communications network. However, in the Outer Rim the network was notoriously unstable and even more unreliable; indeed, most star systems still relied on subspace relay stations for their link to the greater galaxy. But it worked today. Fortunately so, He mused as He read the latest bounty notices blinking on and off the display screen like beating hearts. Known aliases, known vehicles, known residences. Whoever planned this had researched their prey extensively. And that prey was ASPA and Him. Vren’aren’tlethal: BOUNTY (Dead or Alive) - 100,000Auspa SA'VIN: BOUNTY (Dead or Alive) - 75,000 His voice was such anirritatingsound, at times. That, arrogant lull of neither amusement nor discontent; merely an arbitrary statement. An order, casual and without importance. Her station is so very unimportant, after all. Isn't it? She, the magician's assistant. Laying down to be sawed in half. They cheer for him, yet without her, there would be no trick at all. Her mouth tightens, and she would do as told. Always, as she is told. Though that seed of anger is there, planted, spreading as white, skeletal roots which lash and fray throughout her being, her soul. There, like a festering, oozing sore, hidden beneath just the barest and thinnest of tissues: resentment. More than any other feeling towards him, it was dominant, brutal, achingfor retribution. Even, in those heated moments; when he's slammed her against the wall, fucking her with wild abandon, even as she screams her voice raw in sheer ecstasy, eventhenshe feels it. The sweep yielded nothing. No note-worthy findings. Just the cold, constant, benign beeping of a machine; an unliving organism, a bloody compatriot that she may share victory or defeat with. The results are a relief, to her, and a possible confirmation that indeed, it may have just been some sort of mistake. She imagines, it must happen all the time. Or perhaps she would only like to think so. Denial being a fickle mistress and a clever manipulator. One whom ASPA fences with far too often, it seems. Naren will hear the crackled buzz of the intercom, before ASPA's voice rings out in the cockpit: "There's nothing. Everything's clear." Brief, succinct, to the point. Why elaborate? Near certainly never did. Eventually, she'll make her way back to the cockpit, though she has little to no intentions of cleaning her mess; she's ready to deliver a line, something about how if it weren't for her the tracking device wouldn't have even been found. As if that somehow correlates to the bits of sand decorating the control panel, glinting like tiny beads of glass each time the light catches them. She's still all-too unaware of the fact that Near has discovered their bounty. Theirbounty. How does one place a bounty on a bounty hunter? How does one make it official? The very idea is laughable, and yet, there it is, blinking in red; like blood. Theirs. She stares at it, standing in the doorway, one hand lingering on the frame. A small frown Mars her features. The first instinct should be worry, panic, concern, any number of afflicting emotions; and perhaps she did feel them. However, the one thought running at the forefront of her mind was something else entirely. Some measure of self-preservation. How littleshetruly has to worry. She can become anything she wants. Vanish into thin air. She could walk away from this, fade into obscurity. This is her first thought. Her second?" Who?" Nearly hissed, as a defensive feline, fur ruffled and pricked, claws exposed ready to grip flesh and tear. Her eyes have narrowed, she steps into the cockpit fully, standing beside Near in his unabashed nakedness. She slants her eyes down towards him, shamelessly drinking him in, if not outright leering. Not, entirely for sexual reasons, though certainly that may be a motivator. Spurred by, for once in her rathermeagerexistence, having the upper hand. Power is as much of an aphrodisiac as anything, no? No, not power. Trump. Not even her lesser worth in the eyes of a fetcher could ruin this manic delighting in the realization that she is, or, could be without worry." How unfortunate... oh, how unfortunate." With a flare of suddenly-blue green eyes, having shifted as the autumn leaves, entire seasons breezing by on her features as the seconds pass; it is an aqua so clear and pristine it seems impossible that such a color could even exist. With soft, darker, mottled blue edges that put the very hue of Near's skin to shame. Rare crystalline gems, and the wry curve of her mouth. The point is proven, no? Look at how easily, she could disappear. As a breath in the wind. She leans down, bending at the waist, lowering her lips near to one of his ears, and her voice to a saccharine whisper." Why are they hunting you?" Near leaned back into His seat and though He allowed the soft folds to caress His bare blue skin, He neither luxuriated in nor loathed the sensation; it simply was. Similarly, He allowed ASPA her moment, for she was what she was: His creation. Therefore, in the end what was she without Him?“I’have assumed that that was a rhetorical question, butyouprobably need someone to answer it,” He replied without looking up from thumbing through the incredibly detailed bounty listing. “I’m ‘hunted,’” His scathing tone spoke volumes of what He thought of the others who pursued His profession, “because I have made enemies. And apparently, one of those enemies has decided to do something about that.” Coming from another person, the statement might have been sarcastic, but from Near -- especially to the smug looking woman attempting to lord over Him -- it was a simple, if very condescending, statement of fact.“But that doesn’t narrow down the possibilities at all. Behave these, a Rodin ‘bounty hunter,’ a Rodin tracer beacon, and a human customs officer who placed the beacon here on the ship of a chess and His slave. A rather interesting start, wouldn’t you agree?” He didn’t wait for an answer and instead -- having been assured by ASPA that the ship was clean -- awoke the slumbering hyperdrive engines to start them on their new course to the ethically murky den, Cameroon. Once they were within their own private tunnel through the universe, Near feltslightlymore secure and turned his chair, dislodging and then facing his still too young protégée. “I’ve been hired to kill powerful people, and I’ve been hired by powerful people. Both could have led to this,” He gestured towards to Colonel posting. “I have bought us a day to gather more information. Once I can start piecing these things together I’ll have a better idea of how to proceed.” But already His mind was speeding through possibilities and sorting through His extensive mental files.“For now,” He rose from the pilot’s seat, “clean up your mess and then -- only when you’ve done atolerablejob with that -- come to my quarters.” He tucked His folded up jumpsuit under His arm and left the cockpit and Claudine behind, alone with only each other. Near always awoke quickly from sleep, the cloud and haze of slumber clearing in a mere heartbeat. Anything otherwise in His line of work would be detrimental to one's health. But, as He lurched into consciousness, the black, crane silk sheet covering Him shifted to reveal the bare, willowy form of ASPA at His side. She was awake, of course, but, for her own reasons, continued to feign sleep. With the luxurious material pulled from her, His glowing red eyes followed the slender indentation that ran down her moon-pale skin. They silently watched it snake and flow to follow the contours of her slim waist and then rise to meet the swell of her hips. Past there however, the ever-flawless, pale and smooth skin ended abruptly. For just beyond the gentle rise of her hips, both the small, tight mounds of her ass werestillred from the vicious... encouragement to avoid failure... that He had given her. Even now, hours later, He could clearly make out the hand-prints that marked His absolving her of her sins. His forgiveness, which had last nearly an hour in and of itself, was necessary though. For both their sakes. And afterward, when He was holding her head against the bulkhead thrusting His achingly turgid cock between those pain swollen, red orbs? That was necessary too. This reverie of recent events, however, was broken by a faint shiver from the slender form. The slender form which He had willed upon the other. The ship's life support system, kept cool to accommodate His needs, was something that she had to get used to over these many years. Reaching down He pulled the thin, but opulently warm, sheet back over her. She was His, after all. And He would always take care of His most prized -- though He would never say that in front of her -- possession.

Turnabout is Fair Play [ScriptorFidelis + exitmusic]|rating:4.0

Roman Revenge (Elandra & Amberghylles)

It was dark, and a light drizzle came with the cold wind. Cassius Aurelius chuckled, pleased that the miserable weather in this horrid place was indeed it's natural state and not some punishment of its pitiful local gods upon his kind for invading Britannia. Two years since they'd swarmed over the wall... He shook his head and sniffed the air, flicking out a portion of his long tongue to taste it. He could taste so many things now... scents he'd never known before. The village was small, a wretched collection of dirt shanties and filthy thatch. Even in the wet air he could taste the scent of it's huddled farmers and livestock, of sweat and hints of sex as men and women did what came naturally to them in the night. He crept around the edge of it slowly, hunched over and keeping his ragged cloak's hood drawn over his head. Sniffing... tasting... searching... the faint traces of men, women and children tickled his senses but from them, he felt a familiar scent touch him. Tithe. She was here... Somewhere in this wart of humanity upon the land he'd find her. And then... He wheezed and laughed as he curled his hands into fists and felt the prickling of the sharp tips upon his palms. Then there would be a reunion his Celtic wildflower would never forget... Uncut brown hair slipped down her back in long dark waves as she rode upon the cart, it fulls of vegetables her tribe intended to trade with the Roman’s, the long-standing peace allowing for trade to flourish. Her face covered in the traditional blue designs of her people, she leaned back, her clothing covering her lanky body, a knife strapped to her boot. Her naked sword lay within reach in case of danger, though she doubted there would be any. It was several years before the events the council had already begun to plan would take place, she had a crucial role to play, one in which the Pictish Nation depended upon for its success in the invasion. She was the twin sister to the leader of their nation, her brother Cruise, was a warrior as she was, ruled by being clever as well as through strength, what she was about to do was his plan. They had already determined which lowly Centurion she would seduce; had watched as he made his rounds along the wall, culminating at the gate. He was about to arrive as they passed through and on cue the wheel to her cart had broken, she's falling and landing at his feet. Groaning, she had looked up with her dark eyes as he offered her a hand, thus began their friendship. It had been a lifetime ago, since that day, and yet she still thought of it. Their campaign had been successful, though costly in the end. They had almost driven the Romans from their lands completely, had killed the governor and thousands of men that is until they landed more upon the Island. Eventually they had lost, pushed back beyond the wall, her brother made an example of and killed as a reminder of what happens to those that rebuke the Roman rule. Life had continued for her, though she still mourned the death of her brother. Her current residence was that of friends, the Romans still looking for Tithe, the twin sister of the ruler. None dare report her whereabouts, even though it meant riches to them. She tried desperately to blend in with the villagers. Having just helped put the children to bed, she slipped out, enjoying the rain upon her skin, she found the solitude of the darkness as she walked towards the village’s edge and the forest that lay beyond. Never did she think this night would be any different. She was dressed as she always was, in skins, a linen shirt plastered to her chest, her hair cut shorter now to help disguise her. He kept the ragged shroud drawn close, not that the cold and wet bothered him but to avoid being seen. Cries and alarm would not serve his purpose and he had no intent or desire to heap further suffering upon these poor souls. Only Tithe... Soft, yet strong was her hand that day he'd first met her... And those eyes... he'd fallen into the well of them that day and never been freed. Those long waves of wild hair, somehow even more perfect disheveled from the tumble. But it had been her scent, that lingering fragrance of wildflowers that had haunted him well after he'd helped her with her cart and seen her on her way... that scent had followed him back to his bunk and haunted him along with the memory of her dark eyes. And so he'd watched for her, hoping to catch sight of her again. He shook his head and grinned. He could taste her in the air, and knew that he drew nearer and nearer with each slow shuffling step. A clearing was her destination with its elderly tree protecting it from the elements and evil spirits; it was there she took refuge in the dead of night to contemplate what was to come and what had been. Often she could be found here, kneeling before the tree, her thoughts lost to the present and seeking the past. Within a fortnight she had returned to the Wall, her reason not to pass through the Gates but to present a gift to the Centurion who had been courteous enough to help her to her feet. He was there, spies had informed her of this already and so when she had approached she had smiled at him, asking for a few moments of his time. They had walked off alone, she's unfurling her hand and showing him a bear she had whittled in wood, the details were exquisite, individual hairs could be seen. He had thanked her and asked if she were hungry, he's just finishing his shift. Meditating she noticed a new scent in the air, her hand reaching for the dagger she always carried, her eyes still closed as she concentrated on where it was located. Cassius Aurelius followed her away from the village, and soon came to the edge of the clearing where she knelt before the ancient tree. Skins and linen wet and plastered to her, hair shorter but the same soft shade of brown. He crouched at the edge of the clearing watching her. He'd taken her to eat, talking to her with the awkward words of a man smitten. They had shared wine and food and conversation for hours... and as she left he'd grown bold enough to try and kiss those soft lips. Crouching low, he watched her, flicking his long tongue out to taste her scent in the air. It was her... It was his Tithe... after the long years he'd found her once again. Never would she allow a man to touch her on a first outing, kissing was just out of the question, but in this one case, where she needed to foster a trust with this man, she made an exception. She had stepped into the kiss, made it more than chaste, a gleam of excitement and a promise of more in her eyes. And then she was gone through the Gates, to hopefully be seen again… Not alone, something had disturbed her piece, something unsettling, something which had disturbed the night’s nature, she could sense it. The flicker of movement was all she needed, whirling around in one swift motion she hurled her knife at the darkness, her aim true. Already she had moved from her location and into the woods a second dagger, darkened by soot within her hand as she listened for the scream of the creature. Slowing her breathing, she waited silently by a tree, alone and wary. He'd stood there watching her go, savoring the taste and feel of her lips. Feeling an ache well known to all soldiers in foreign lands. The need for someone to hold, for some familiarity in a strange place. He also felt the more basic ache of his hungry loins, eager for some release besides his own touch. He'd whispered her name as she vanished, as if the wind might carry it and summon her back to him. There was no scream. Her aim had been true, she'd felt the perfection of the throw. But instead, after another few heartbeats came something else altogether, a strange laugh. It was a man's voice, yet the sound was softened and mingled with a disturbing hissing." No blade forged by a mere mortal can stay my hand Tithe." It was unmistakably the voice of her centurion, Cassius Aurelius. She had not heard his name carried upon the winds; however it would not have surprised her that he had spoken it. The taste of him still on her lips, she slipped into her familial home to find her brother was holding a war council. He had looked up to her, she had only nodded, it was all the affirmation he needed before returning to the discussion at hand. She took her place by his side, interjected her thoughts, always she was listened to, her opinion as important as any man there. Time passed, she had waited a week before returning to the Wall, again timing it as he was getting off shift… The laughter chilled her to the bone; there was something inhumane in it, something not natural. And then it spoke to her, and she recognized it immediately as her prey of more than five years previous, her Centurion. Still, so very still she stood against the tree, the useless dagger in her hand, but she knew running or fighting were impossibilities. Attempting to hide the fear, she asked, ”You died at my hand, how is that possible?” her voice barely quivering. A week had been more than enough time for him to dream and long for her. The carving she'd gifted him kept close, and he'd lain awake looking at it and thinking of her. He was a captivated man, he knew this, and yet he found he was happy for it. And so upon seeing her, he'd smiled and felt his heart lift. He barely kept from running over to her, walking as casually as he could even as his heart hammered in his chest. He'd waved to her and offered greetings. He moved across the clearing, the dagger held in his hands. The shroud covered most of him, but his hands were visible. His sun-kissed skin was dusky, faded and pale and the neatly trimmed nails that had tipped his fingers were long, thick and yellowed, hooked and tipped with points. Much more like a cat's claws than anything human. Cassius turned to face the direction she'd fled, but stood in the clearing for the moment." I loved you with all my heart, Tithe," he answered, "And that means that my hatred for you knows no bounds. Love is not the only force that can overcome fate, it's mirror reflection in my heart was stronger than death." She had approached him and after glancing to make sure they were not being watched had greeted him much more fondly, kissing him oh so chastely, leaving him wanting. Smiling, she had asked if he had the afternoon off, though she knew the answer already. He affirmed what she knew, and she suggested they go for a walk, perhaps share a meal. Options limited, she considered running. Nothing, man or beast knew these woods better than she, chances were he could track her scent now that he had it though. Her next thought was of calling out to those sleeping in the village just beyond the trees, but instinct told her he would kill any that came to her aid. Stepping away from the tree and into a ray of moonlight, she sheathed the dagger and spread her arms wide enough to show she was not a threat. ”What is it you want from me, Cassius?” she asked. Her fear of what her betrayal had created was not visible as she stood boldly in front of the creature, accepting her fate. He'd agreed quickly, eager to have more of her company. Drunk on her soft presence, he'd taken her smaller hand in his own and set his feet to walking, talking to her and smiling like a fool. He stepped closer, turning her dagger over in his hands again. Hands that she knew and yet did not at the same time. The shroud concealed his face still as he gazed at her." Revenge," he said softly, the hint of something alien in his voice, a soft cast that hadn't been present before. And then from the darkness of his hood, the tip of his tongue darted into sight, much too far from his lips and with an inhuman fork in its tip. It glistened in the moonlight for a long second before disappearing again. Walking close to him, pressing against his side and occasionally placing her head on his shoulder, her eyes smiling at him whenever he looked at her. Manipulating him was going to be easier than she had imagined she thought as she steered their walk away from his men. She started when she saw the tongue, chiding herself even as she did so, she mustn’t show the fear that strangled her heart. Nervously shifting her stance, she brought her focus to his eyes, the word still ringing in her ears. Already she knew she had incurred his wrath, what she had done was unthinkable, she had used him and when he had discovered her treachery, she had had him captured, tortured and killed. She had no remorse then for what she had had to do and surprisingly none now. Quietly and controlling the tremor she did not want to slip into her voice, ”I did what I had to do Cassius, you would have done the same had our positions been reversed.” He'd noticed they were moving away from his men, but he thought it was for the more obvious reasons that a man and woman would seek privacy. His ears did not miss the scattered Snickers or jealous grumbles as he walked away with such a beauty nestled against his side. His own thoughts were equally fixed, seeing only the obvious and not inclined to consider that her interest was based in something besides his handsome features and friendly nature." Perhapsss," he answered letting the inhuman tone of his voice slip more into his speech. It was so hard to keep his voice human now, and he had no reason to hide the truth of it from her. He reached to draw back the cowl of his shroud, revealing the handsome face she'd known. Only his skin was the same dusky faded color as the rest of him, a pale ghost of the richly tanned skin she'd last seen. And in the wan moonlight, a light shown behind his eyes that made them actually glow with a faint light of their own. But most changed was his mouth. The same full lips parted but in place of his strong teeth were narrow and sharp spikes of bone. Not filed, but the whole and rounded fangs of something carnivorous and dangerous. And as his transformed tongue darted out once more to flick it's forked tip at her the image of a snake's maw was complete." But what matters now Isis what I am going to do now, ISSN't it?" It was too soon to do anything but gain his trust, her goals were long term, and she was willing to be patient with her people’s needs, what she had to do had to be done without error or the freedom they wished to achieve would be loss. Once they had reached a more secluded area she had embraced him, whispering that she had missed his touch that his kiss had lingered for days. All words she knew he wanted to hear. She gasped, no longer needing to show bravado or courage, when he removed his hood, what she saw was grotesque, what he had allowed himself to become for revenge filled her with pity, she let it show in her eyes in the way she stood, her expression. ”Was the bargain worth it for this one moment, Cassius?” she asked, standing a scant few yards from the thing she knew would exact untold torment upon her for what she had done to him in life. As an afterthought she asked, ”And what is it you are going to do to me?” It was exactly what he wanted to hear. What any man would have wanted to hear from such a beautiful woman. He wrapped his arms about her eagerly, holding her near and delighting in the feel of her pressed close. He'd told her he'd dreamed of the soft taste of her lips and the sweet scent of her, the words of a man completely smitten. He stepped closer, closing the gap that separated them and narrowing his eyes. "Actually," he answered her as his eyes swept over her eagerly, "It Isis. For hisses moment and the CNESSS that will follow it. What am I going to do? I am going to make you mine. I am going to break you... Make you beg and whimper and moan... I am going to claim you my little wildflower..." She had smiled brightly when she had heard those words; she had him and now just had to work on cultivating their relationship. She would of course enjoy her time with him at her side, but it all served her purpose and nothing more. When they had reached relative seclusion she had embraced him and drew him into a long, lingering kiss, she's suckling on his lower lip, her eyes bright with need. Every inch of her beckoned for her to run, to escape this horrid creature, to tear through the forest she knew best and lose him along the banks of the small rivers that ran through the countryside. The weight of those she would leave behind was heavy upon her shoulders, she knew this creature would stop at nothing to have her and if that meant torturing everyone in his path, he would do it. Still, she did not want to make it easy. She had been standing there completely relaxed as if ready to surrender to it, to him when suddenly she bolted, running down a small animal trail she had discovered but a few days ago. Branches tore at her skins, scratched her face, but she did not care as she ran at breakneck speeds heading towards a large river and away from the village she had called home for months. He let her lead him, following her to that quiet place where she kissed him. And he kissed her back eagerly, telling her between kisses how poor the memory of her was to the real thing. Telling her all the things a man in love tells a woman as his hands moved to slowly explore as much of her as she'd allow. He tore off after her, the branches cracking and breaking as he crashed through the underbrush in pursuit. His booted feet thudded against the earth as his already tattered shroud was pulled and torn even Moreno by the thick shrubbery. He laughed as he chased her down the trail. He was inhuman and tireless now, she could not escape him. She would not stop him, life was too short, especially a warrior’s, slowly she sank to the ground before him, kneeling before the stressed uniform, she had removed his turgid member and sucked on it for long moments, her hands gliding over it, tantalizingly toying with the base of it and his balls. She had brought him to the brink of climax and then slowly backed down. He had become aggressive, something she was unaccustomed to, but not unopposed with her position amongst her tribe, he had laid her down on a carpet of grass and had his way with her, had brought her to release so many times she had lost count and too she had shown a woman was more than a docile doe to be used. Night had fallen, and they had still been in a carnal embrace, the world lost to them. Already the lack of sleep, the nightmares took their toll on her energy it was only her fear, so palpable on the winds and branches as she tore through them and towards the small river. Intent on reaching her destination she had not noticed the root that had grown just under the path, her foot snagged, she tumbled. Helpless and vulnerable she began to push off the ground. She was different from any woman he'd known. Somehow both yielding and strong at once, exotic and wild as he gave and took pleasure in her without any other care. Nightfall had come over them and only when he fell panting to his back did he truly realize it. He drew her to him, enjoying the soft warmth of her against his side as he found his gaze upon the moon and stars. He'd kissed her and spoken softly, spoken of the moon goddess watching them and hoping their lovemaking had entertained such a divine audience. It was the first and last time he would know such peace... He fell upon her quickly catching up to her as she scrambled to try and rise. One booted foot came firmly down between her shoulders and pushed her back down into the wet soil. He slowly let his weight shift, pushing harder upon her to pin her and drive the air slowly from her lungs. He was an amazing lover, every touch, every caress was perfect as they rolled within the tall grasses, no one the wiser. Her moans and gasps whispered between them as the winds blew across their backs. Pleasure was immeasurable; never would she experience a day of exploration, of needs realized, of fulfillment. More than once she whispered words of love and lust to him; spoke of how there two souls must be intertwined. Not once did she speak of plans, there would be other times, whispered words when they were in the throes of passion, when he never realized his secrets slipped from his lips. She cried out and then gurgled as she inhaled mud, the stench unbearable as he shoved her into well-trodden trail. Grit in her mouth, air seeped from her lungs, whistling into the muck, filmy bubbles splattering against her cheeks, pain searing her lungs and between her blades. She stopped struggling. The sky's wane light was threatening dawn by the time Cassius began to gather his uniform. He'd spoken of longing to remain with her, or sadness at being apart at all. And in his mind he'd even toyed with the idea of her becoming his, of bringing her home as his wife to see the glory of civilization. He'd asked how soon he could see her again. When she stopped struggling, he lifted his foot from her back and kicked her side. His lips curled, and he drew back to add another kick, harder than the last. "Get up," he ordered, "Get up on your knees like a slave." Not waiting, he kicked her again, intent on continuing the assault until she managed to pull herself up to kneel. She had him, of this she was certain, wrapped about her finger. In his eyes, there is a sparkle of need and for the briefest of moments she stood on abated breath, teetering upon the edge as he considered asking for her hand, she would have denied it, but to be asked would have sealed her victory. Instead, it was a minor victory, he's asking when she could see him again. She had answered, simply, soon my love, soon. And indeed it would be within a week whence again he would find her at the gates asking if he were interested in a ride, if he wanted to join her riding through the wilds her people’s lands. Once upon her side, she gasped for much-needed air, cool air gracing her lungs, filling them as she spat mud from her mouth. His kick was swift, and the precious air slipped from her lips in a whistled groan. She curled about his foot, sputtering as she drew up to her knees, his second kick, smashing against her ribs, two of them snapping loudly underneath the force, she cried out in pain. Her hand slipped in the mud, but not enough so that when he attempted his third kick, she blocked it as she rose to her knees. ”I will do as you say Cassius, there is no need for cruelty,” she whispered, dark eyes settling upon his strange face, this creature that had once been her lover. The days had passed slowly, with Cassius often gazing out in hopes of seeing her. And he could little hide his joy when she appeared and offered to take him for a ride. He accepted her offer eagerly, enough so to earn him a few looks from his fellow Romans. But he paid them no heed as he brought out his own horse to join her, letting her guide him and trailing happily along." There Isis every need for cruelty," he hissed back at her, his eyes brighter now and his long forked tongue darting out to drift over his lips, "I am going to hurt you no matter how much you obey me Tithe..." He moved closer as he spoke and reached out to curl his fingers in her hair, letting the claw-like tips graze her scalp as he drew her head back so she was forced to gaze up at him. They rode, her hair unbraided and flowing behind her as she raced ahead of him, turning back every once in a while coy smile gracing her lips as she made sure not to lose him. Through the rolling hills and upwards they rode until they ventured into a small bunch of trees. She had slowed and hopped from her horse, no saddle impeding as she leapt whilst it still moved and landed on her feet. Turning back she had whispered, ”the trees are sacred to our people, standing amidst them, you can hear the gods whispering,” He had laughed, it was a good laughter, infectious, and she had laughed with him as he dismounted and stood beside her. She took his hand and led him into the woods, her well-trained horse had not attempted to follow, she had drawn him deep within the sacred lands and had made love to him within their embrace. Soft needles had fallen upon them, the wind had blown around them, they heard nor felt none of it. There was no hatred in her eyes for the thing before her, only pity, that Cassius could not accept the need for deception when one’s peoples were enslaved by another, that she had been willing to give up everything for freedom was disappointing. Calm she remained as his tongue danced across her lips, a lesser woman would have screamed, but she was a warrior Queen and would not give into such weakness. Searing pain took her as he grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him, her words drifting toward his ears, ”of that I have no doubt, Cassius, you were always one for pettiness.” He'd done his best to keep up with her, managing not to fall too far behind most of the way. While she left her horse free, his steed had required a tie to keep its place, a task which had seemed an unbearable delay before being able to follow where she led. And indeed, once she was in his arms he saw only her beauty, heard only her cries, and felt only the soft and supple skin of her body. Calm. He saw it in her eyes and knew it was no trick. Cassius knew her spirit was forged of things harder than iron or bronze. He released her hair but remained close enough to grab her if she tried to bolt." Rissse to your feet," he hissed, "You'll walk unbound with me back to my home where I'll make you scream and beg before the night Isis done. And before you think of it my wildflower, should you flee again I will track you down. But not before I pay this filthy collection of huts a visit and see them burned to the ground for harboring you. I'll make them all scream in your place... And when they're gone, I'll find you and bring you back here to see the bones and ashes." All around them the needles had landed, falling into her long tussled hair as she laid beneath him, admiring his fair hair, the dimple that only appeared when he was being mischievous. She had brought a hand to his chin and had caressed the stubble, kissing his lips so tenderly, breathless from their violent passions. For what would not be the last time she had professed her unquenched love for him, her heated desires, how if their lives had differed she had wished to be at his side. It was then she had sense she had him them, he would reveal the secrets her clansmen so desperately needed for their success all she would need to do was ply them from his sweet tasting lips. His grip had marked her arms, but she would not yield to the temptation to rub the pain from them, she was a proud woman, willful in her defiance. Coldly, she stared at the creature before her and asked, ”After I have screamed for you, what then?” She was concerned his pettiness would force him to destroy the village, its people, anyone how had kept her from him, even if just for a second after she was gone. She stood, rising to her feet, stumbling only once, her left foot and leg throbbing, she grabbed a tree for support and knew she could not escape him, not injured. There would be no rescue for her, she would need to become well before she could kill the thing before her in the same way she had killed the man. She began walking in the direction he prodded her. He'd kissed her back softly, swept away by the swell of desire and love as she spoke of wanting him. He'd answered with his own declarations of love and of need. Furthermore, he'd even spoken of finding a way for her to remain with him if she truly wished it. There was no doubt in his voice or his eyes as he offered his heart and soul to her. He watched her, saw the strength of will still in her as she walked proudly despite her injured leg and smiled. His forked tongue slipped out to trace his lips as he reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder and guide her. "After that," he hissed softly, "You will do SSO again. And again until I have had my fill of your suffering. Then perhaps I will grant you the release of death." This land was her own, and so it was not long before their destination was clear to her. The dun had been broken and burned by Roman soldiers, taken in such bloody battle that the ravens still lingered in anticipation of more. None of the villagers dared to pass near it by night for fear of spirits and even during the day those who happened to come near spoke of noises and stirring. The few who'd actually gone to investigate had not returned and so the dun was considered cursed and given a wide berth. It was a place where even if someone heard her screams, they would not dare to intrude. She devoured his soul and stole his heart, using them for her own corrupt purposes, though she had not seen it as such, her cause was pure, anything required to obtain freedom was worth the cost, including one man’s sacrifice. Whispered words were had, she gently informed him of her duty to her brother and her people and her inability to leave these lands, half-truths she shared to gain his trust even further. That evening they had walked to a small village, her family and clansmen had set down a feast for two and disappeared, leaving them alone to bask in the moonlit night, candles strewn about them to provide an ambiance. As they ate, she softly steered the conversation to him, his people and slowly listened as he revealed what she wished of him. It was a beginning. Before they broke form the forest’s cover she knew where he would be dragging her, the King of her people, her brother had died brutally upon this battlefield, it had been where she had barely escaped with her life and only at the loss of many, too many. It took all of her willpower not to shudder when he placed his unsullied paw upon her bared shoulder, his words unmistakably meant to be cruel, though expected. Rescue had been out of the question and meant torment and most certainly death to any who attempted it, she did not expect any to risk their lives for her, she would forbid it. Proudly she limped through the blood-soaked field, ravens so bold as to remain pecking at the sun-bleached bones of the dead, cawing when she stumbled too closely.” This place suits you,” she sneered as they marched onwards, she's plotting escape as she was sure he plotted his revenge. Smitten. He drifted through the days as if half-asleep and dreaming of his Celtic wildflower. The others saw it, but said nothing in his presence. The whispers ran fast and furious behind his back. Smitten by a pretty Celt girl. Some sighed out their envy, imagining the soft treasures he was enjoying as they lay alone at night. Some scowled at his infatuation with a woman of such stock. But none realized the depth of his slow betrayal, not even Cassius himself so blinded was he buy her charms. He'd walked to the village as if he wore Mercury's own winged sandals. His smile was easy and free, as were his lips. He laughed and ate and spoke with her, as open with his secrets as he was with his heart. The thing grinned at her. "Yeses," he agreed in his twisted voice, "It does suit me." Every part of him was just close enough to the man she'd known to stir memories, yet twisted enough that she could not forget what he had become. A mockery of life returned from the hell he'd earned with his life by a blazing hatred and hunger for revenge. He pushed her further, past the shattered gates and into the caves that the dun had been built around. Caves that she knew, twisting often narrow passages carved smooth by eons of water trickling through them. There had been escape routes, she'd used one to survive the battle that had claimed her brother's life. And within, she could see the smooth and familiar time-worn walls. The same passages snaking off into the unlit darkness. The soft dripping of water into pools somewhere in that unseen darkness. The caves had always been spartan, supplies and furnishings for emergency at most. The air was damp and cold and clammy, making it unpleasant to try and sleep or remain in overly long. A lone sputtering lantern cast its fitful glow about the area, a battered cot against one wall. And across from it, a wooden rack. Clearly built of salvaged wood from the fort above, it was a remarkably sturdy looking rectangle of wood, secured to both the floor and the wall by spikes of iron and set at each corner with a manacle of iron attached by a few links of chain. Without ceremony, Cassius pulled her towards the rack. Pushing her face against the damp stone, he pulled her wrist up and out with his inhuman strength, closing the cold metal around it and pinning it firmly shut. He repeated this with her other wrist and then knelt to draw each of her ankles widely apart to secure as well. Ruefully, she grinned, the sacrifices they had made to be seen openly had not gone unnoticed to the Celtic woman, she had seen the glances his men had made toward him, had done much to cultivate her charm so he would not give in to their whispered rumors of deceit. She, too, had faced ill will from those who perceived her a traitor to her people, for their clan to succeed she was to marry and produce heirs, the blood must remain pure. At length, she had talked of this with her brother and in the end they had decided this was the only way they could succeed, and she had accepted the perceived shame. It gnawed at her soul, but she never showed it when in the presence of Cassius. Laughing, she ate at his side, feeding him wild fruits and cooked meat with her fingers, leaning back and listening to his secrets, remembering their every detail so to recite them later. Their destination was apparent the moment they had stepped upon the soaked field, Cassius was always one for irony and this was the ultimate irony, the same caves she had used to escape with her life would now hear her screams of agony. Pure genus, so much so she turned and gave him that knowing smile, one she was sure the creature would remember. The caves were as filthy as she remembered them, that he had made a small hovel of a home of them let her know he had been a resident for quite some time. Entering his chambers, she stopped short the moment she saw the rack, he had to press a claw to the small of her back to force her forward. It congealed; what he was going to do to her, and she almost broke in that one second, closing her eyes to gain control as she stepped closer to it and raised her hands one by one. The loud click of the rusted manacle caused her to shiver, she was sure he could taste the fear upon her skin, but it did not stop her from raising her second arm even as he wrapped his claw about her wrist. As he knelt to secure her ankles, she spread her legs, willing herself not to shake though the irons did jingle a little as she stood. ”To what end Cassius? Will my torture grant you satisfaction; will it satisfy your broken heart?” she asked against all semblance of reason. He leaned forward to lick and nip at her fingers playfully, licking the juices from her soft fingers and sucking at them. With her, he relaxed and laughed and smiled more freely and easily than ever before in his life. "Such bliss," he said as he wrapped an arm about her shoulders to draw her near, "You have given me such happiness my wildflower. I love you, Tithe..."" Your pain Isis all my heart heists left to it," he hissed as he rose and ran his hands slowly up her thighs to cup her firm buttocks and kneed them before following the curves of her back up to her shoulders. It was a slow, knowing touch... An intimate lover's touch... Then his fingers curled in her hair and turned her head so he could look into her eyes. His inhuman gaze bore into her, but he said nothing for a long moment and then dipped closer and took her lips with his own, pressing a cold yet hungry kiss to her. He cared not if she fought or bit, his undead flesh was proof against such minor damage. Her laughter was musical as juices slipped down her chin, her tongue snaking outwards and lapping at it before she had leaned in and kissed his words away. Soon the dinner gave way to love making, Tithe crawling on top of Cassius, and kissing his pale flesh, suckling, nipping and laughing as he pulled her hair and took the initiative. It was what she enjoyed about this assignment, the Roman was willing to be aggressive with her unlike any of her own people, too afraid of her political prowess. She tensed, her lean muscles well-formed as his claw rose upwards along her leg, thigh and buttocks, willing herself to relax but unable to do so, until she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. This creature knew her body like no other, knew what she craved what she needed, and she despised it for knowing. His yanking of her head, the snapping back of her neck woke her from her self-imposed isolation, her eyes springing open and staring directly into his, hardening with hatred and pity. The very instant before he kissed her, she closed her lips, clenching her teeth to prevent his tongue from slithering inside and taking her mouth, she might be his to-do with what he wants, but she had no inclination of making it easy for him. Cassius moaned, her soft hair wrapped about his fist as he pulled her head back, forcing her body to bow as she rode atop him, her neck exposed and curved as her breasts were thrust forward to bounce all the more enticingly for him. And that was where his other hand moved, to catch one and squeeze it, toying with her nipple as she rode him. He kissed her lips, feeling the tension in her jaw and the rest of her from that act. Locking eyes with her as he turned his hand to curl her hair, as he'd done so often when he'd been alive. Then he let her go and tore at the muddy scraps of her clothing, ripping them away from her to leave her naked for his pleasure. And stepping over, he lifted a length of massive rope. It had been part of one of the catapults, almost too thick for his hand to close around. He'd carefully unraveled a foot of its length and rewoven the strands into tails. He stepped back and draped the tool over her shoulder, letting the course fibers brush against her breasts as he swung it from side to side. All was lost to their carnal desires, she rode him hard until the two of them were panting, exhausted and sated all the while she moaned as he tugged her hair. When they were lying upon a blanket the darkened sky above them, she looked up him as she was curled in his arm and admired the marks she’d left on his body in the heat of pleasure. There would be another time for deception for now she enjoyed his warmth and soft breathing beside her. His grip on her hair made her forget for the briefest of moments that she was within a creature’s den, held captive, to suffer as he saw fit, it had brought her back to times of old, of making love under the bright moon. Her reality came crashing back when it tore her close from her, she is unafraid of being nude, unashamed of her body and the blue tattoos she wore proudly. She had not flinched despite its claws grazing her flesh. Her gaze followed it, how could it not as its hand muscles bulged to grip the rope, she watched as the creature tore at it and weaved a whip from its thick threads. Its intentions had already been made clear as slid the rope across her shoulder and down the smooth curve of her breast. The threads itched, but she did not flinch, just stared into his vile eyes as if to dare him to strike. Her words echoing the challenge, "Do your worst Cassius, it will not change that you are dead and I living." Cassius held her close, the softness and tenderness in stark contrast to the wild passion of their lovemaking but equally passionate in its a own way. He smiled as he glanced down at the lines upon his chest. "Perhaps I misnamed you love," he chuckled playfully, "Looks more like the handiwork of a wildcat than a wildflower..." His face twisted at her words, and he stepped back. With nothing beyond an animal growl, he swung his make-shift whip against the soft perfection of her back. Her laugh filled the air about them as she leaned back with it, displaying her body to him without shame as she fell forward and sucked softly upon one of the marks. ”Perhaps you are correct Cassius, my Roman God, but then I might have to call you Dionysus instead of Ares.” She had kissed her way to his lips and cuddled into his arms, ready to sleep with him under the night’s sky, but they both knew it could not be, he must return to his side of the wall before dawn. Never had she learned to keep her peace when it was required, even as she felt the rough threads leave her body in a rush she tensed, knowing what was to come. And then they struck, she could feel each of the cords individual and as a whole; she cried out, her screams echoing through the caves. She would give him the pleasure of hearing them until she grew hoarse. He had laughed with her as she kissed along his flesh, until the soft connection of their kiss cut off any such noises. He felt her settle against him, her softness and weight felt so perfect against him as he held her quietly. Furthermore, he closed his eyes and sighed, knowing that this moment was not to last, but not yet willing to break the blissful peace he felt holding her close. Snarling as he gave in to the fury and anger that had driven him to grasp at this unholy existence, Cassius' arm rose and fell. Again and again and again he lashed her, striking hard and relentlessly. His blows fell upon her back from her strong shoulders downward to mark and hammer the tender curve just above her well-rounded ass. He turned his hand, lashing at her sides as well, letting the knotted ends whip and wrap around her body to bite her belly and her breasts. Only when her back and voice were raw did he stop, stepping forward to grab her hair and twist her head to the side. His other hand moved to cup and squeeze her untouched ass before slowly sliding upwards to caress his cruel handiwork." At long lassst," he hissed as he leaned close, "We can suspend asses much time together asses we wish..." They had risen before dawn, there was not much time before he had needed to return to the Wall, she had not wanted him to go, had felt so comfortable in his arms and yet it was her duty to do so. She held out her hand to him, and they ran through the forested hills until they came upon their horses, his hobbled and hers free, she laughed and kissed him, and they decided she should not ride back with him. ”I will see you again soon, love,” she called to him before mounting her horse and riding to toward her brother and the council to share with them what she had learned. Unashamed she cried out and screamed as he shredded her back with the braided strands of the thick rope, her blue tattoos covered in angry welts and blood, it became tacky, and the rope would stick to her flesh, ripping at it as he pulled it off her. Exhausted, she hung her head only to be forced to look into his vile eyes, her own were unfocused and red from the streams of tears that had seared her cheeks. She spat blood from her lips, but not at him, it slid down her chin as she glared into his eyes, ”Only one of us wishes to spend time together, Cassius,” she whispered so softly she was unsure he could hear her words. He'd mounted his own horse and reached to take her hand, his fingers lacing lightly in her own for a brief moment before he'd turned to ride away. "Yes," he called back, "But not soon enough. Every heartbeat away from you is an eternity my wildflower..." Then he'd ridden away, leaving her behind and forcing himself to return to the business of guarding the wall and his duty to Rome." Yesss," he hissed, "Oh how I believed all of your pretty less... You misspelled me with your soft whissspersss and your beauty. Wasps it a chore to force yourself to lay with a Roman and claim love? Don't worry, while you will be feeling me inside you again Sassoon, you won't need to pretend to enjoy it this time my dear." As he spoke, he released her hair and his hand dropped to the cleft between her legs, cold fingers dragging clawlike nails lightly over the softness of her petals and then parting them to stroke her sex knowingly. His other hand continued to cup and knead the swell of her ass, squeezing the flesh firmly. The next few days she was unable to escape her duties, both those in recounting all that he had told her of the Roman military formations and those as co-ruler with her brother, and so they remained apart longer than she would have liked. They were in a dangerous part of their relationship, one which required a delicate hand, one where if they were apart for too long he would drift away to find another. Well aware of these dangers, she made it a point to forego the rituals she was asked to perform and disappear into the night to find her Roman lover. As always she had the blessing of her brother and the high council, though they thought it's best to put some distance between her and the council, allow the rumors to spread that she has fallen into disfavor, it would only help with her mission. She rode toward the wall into the night, knowing he would be there, on guard, alone as was customary during peace times, with quite a distance between him and the next post. Arriving underneath the wall, she called his name from below, ”Cassius,” genuinely looking forward to seeing him again. Shivering in disgust, attempting to pull away from his invading claws, she glared at the creature that had once been her lover as he hissed those words to her. Knowing he could determine whether she was lying, she replied softly, ” At first there was no love, Cassius, but in the end it was a struggle to betray your trust. I did love you in my own way.” As squeezed her bared buttocks, she screamed, the inflamed marks stinging anew, as she fought to gain control once again. Those days had indeed been long and full of impatient waiting. While he'd not tried to be obvious about it, Cassius had taken to paying more attention to the words of the various traders and craftsmen and peasants that passed his gate or within the town during his off duty hours. And thus word had indeed reached his ears of her disfavor. When he caught her voice on the night breeze he thought it might be some trick of his love-struck mind. He moved to the edge of his watch post and gazed down. Seeing that she was in truth there made his heart leap. "My wildflower," he called back and without hesitation descended to open the gate and reach for her with a smile. He growled and drew his hand back to slap her welted ass with his inhuman strength. "Bitch," he snarled as he drew his hand back but faltered before swinging again. As much as he did not want to hear it, the ring of truth was in her words. "It did not stop you from murdering me in the end," he hissed as he began to work two of his fingers into her. The clawed nails scraped along her passage as he thrust them in and out of her body, but either consciously or not the memories of what her body responded to and enjoyed guided his touch within her as well as his anger. His remaining hand drifted up along her, sliding over the welted ruin of her back and then up her arm to work the binding at her wrist loose. She slipped through the open gate, so easy it would have been to slit his throat then and allow for her kinsman to take back what was rightfully there. Preparations were still needed though, clans had yet fully united and so instead she wrapped her arms about her soldier and kissed those perfect lips as she pressed against his body. ”I have missed you,” she murmured against those lips as she stared into his eyes. Words were not needed to convey that she would stay with him for at least the night, already the bodies knew each other, already they would seem as one, this unlikely pair as she remained at his side. The slap echoed throughout the dark and dingy cave as did her scream, her voice cracking in the midst of that scream as she struggled to remain strong in the grasp of this creature. ”I never once lied to you, Cassius, duty always fir” her words ending in a yelp. Her body betrayed her despite the pain of those furrowed scratches within her passage, convulsing against those finger, her breath quickening as she leaned against him when his arm came around to release her, a small whimpered gasp escaping her lips. He answered her with a kiss and by wrapping his arms about her body. He drew her close and lifted her up, carrying her inside without hesitation. The watchtower was simple, but a small hearth burning low with coals warmed them as he released her lips at last to smile at her. "I missed you too," he whispered against her lips softly before pressing another kiss to them. Having released her hands, Cassius wrapped his arm around her to hold her close. He pulled the raw flesh of her back against his chest as his fingers worked at her. Something dark and strange danced in his eyes as he gazed at her face, and heard that gasp. His fingers did not pause, but they did slow, and he shifted his hand to work them inside her without scratching her any further." Your body Isis eager," he murmured as he sought out the places he'd so carefully explored within her in those stolen dark nights together, "It clearly heists missed the touch of a real man." Pressing against his lips, her tongue teased at his lower lip, her own parting with the second kiss as she was taking inside the watchtower. Never had she been inside, for they had always remained on her people’s side of the wall, keeping their distance from the other soldiers. ”I’ve missed you too,” she whispered when she was able to catch her breath. Taking the initiative, she backed against the walls and wrapped one leg about his waist, as always there were no undergarments beneath the folds of her skirt. As she was held against him, his fingers working more tenderly within her, she came crying, her screams easily recognizable by Cassius as he had heard them many a time. When he spoke, she replied quietly through the pain, ”I have not had another since you, Cassius.” Her words would ring true, she would not lie to this thing that had once been her lover. His lips could not kiss her enough, though they tried valiantly to take their fill of hers. The entire night lay before them, yet a sense of urgency born of entirely different reasons drove Cassius to move readily and eagerly. His world began and ended with her at that moment, and the fact that Hannibal himself could have marched by the tower with a parade of his war elephants without the centurion's notice didn't not occur to him, and even if he'd thought of it, he wouldn't have cared at that moment. He followed her readily to the wall and felt her against his thigh. One hand moved to cup her breast through her shirt and then to seek to find its way beneath that barrier to her soft flesh. The other fumbled with his belt. He held her, working his fingers and feeling her clench as her body swayed. Slowly and steadily he continued, coaxing out the full release from her before withdrawing his fingers from her and reaching up to stroke her hair, unconcerned with how his touch left it damp and sticky with her own juices. At her answer, Cassius narrowed his warped eyes and hissed. "Poor wildflower... none of your precious barbarians willing to sample what a Roman had enjoyed? Or wasps it that they feared that you'd developed a taste for blood? No matter my pretty... I shall tend to my flower..." And then he knelt, reaching to at last free her ankles and then took her by the hips to turn her and face him. Gazing up at her, he extended his inhuman forked tongue and traced it slowly along the heat of her cleft.

Roman Revenge (Elandra & Amberghylles)|rating:4.0

An Empire Asunder ~ OOC

(Katerina St. Clair Memorial Theatre. Once the crown jewel of cosmopolitan Casting, the St. Clair Theatre drew crowds from all over the continent to see performances by the greatest actors and musicians the Empire had to offer. A long list of esteemed nobles, visiting dignitaries, and even Emperors have attended performances at the historical theater, with Emperor Maximilian I himself describing it as “The very symbol of the glory and high culture of the Empire; a true testament to the refinement and patronage of the noble House St. Clair.”However, a city under siege has little need for classical plays or dramatic operas. The shimmering gem of Casting now lies destitute and shuttered, occupied by a handful of displaced refugees and the homeless. In a curious twist, these weary travelers often perform works of their own making within the desolate halls, telling exciting tales of conquest and debauchery, manipulation and murder. Having lost everything, these poor souls have thrown themselves into their art; their need to escape from reality so consuming that they’ve come to genuinely believe themselves to be writers, playing fictional characters in a make-believe world. Perhaps inspired by whispers of the upcoming peace conference, they’ve recently adopted the persona of writers playing the role of nobles. Ever since, these lifeless halls have been abuzz with chatter about potential plots and character directions, questions and clarifications, and even the odd delusional mention of what they’ve been up to in the “real world.” The Duchess St. Clair tolerates their presence in the city with some degree of wry amusement, so long as their insane antics don’t insult the delicate sensibilities of her guests. Very nice. Made me read the entire thing to make sure this was the IOC and not a copy and paste mistake. :P I have an incredibly warped sense of humor XD Funny. ’D :P Love the sense of humor! ’D I think I resemble those remarks. But, boo, no one is around, and I need a bit of cheering up! Quote from: doodasaurus on 08-08-2013, 16:18:45I think I resemble those remarks. But, boo, no one is around, and I need a bit of cheering up! Why do you need cheering up?OH, just and FYI... I work tomorrow, Sat, and Sun so my posting this weekend will be relegated to evening only and may be, mostly, IOC posts depending on how badly work kicks my ass. Right now the surgical schedule doesn't look bad, but it can turn into a nightmare in less than 2 minutes! ’D Carla, I'm at the tail end of a bout of depression, so I'm feeling generally down. I wish there was a reason why, then I could address it! And. . . Is surgery one of those things where people just suddenly show up, rudely interrupting your day? You should tell them to come back when they can be more considerate. Quote from: doodasaurus on 08-08-2013, 20:35:42Caela, I'm at the tail end of a bout of depression, so I'm feeling generally down. I wish there was a reason why, then I could address it! And. . . Is surgery one of those things where people just suddenly show up, rudely interrupting your day? You should tell them to come back when they can be more considerate. I'm sorry to hear your depressed, but glad that you're at the end of it. Hopefully that means things will be looking up soon. Weekend surgery is very much like that! I work L&D though so I'll be helping to birth babies (by c-section only, I'm a scrub tech not an RN) all weekend, and they tend to come on their own timetables. Carla, yeah, the worst of it broke on Sunday. I realized how absurd my feelings were. I still have some of those feelings, but I can work on them with cognitive techniques, now. Someday soon I'll have a good night's sleep and wake up downright chipper! I don't know. It seems rude of the little guys. They should really schedule ahead. *reads top* What!? WHAT!? My character! This world! Isn't real!? My entire reality has come crashing down! *bursts into sobs and blows up the IOC in a fit of raging passion* NaHhhhhhh, I can forgive the little ones. They have no concept of time yet. The rally annoying ones came when I worked a Main OR and you had a packed schedule that ended up completely unhinged because some idiot decided they wereinvinceable! I'm glad to hear that things are getting better. Being depressed sucks! Quote from: Ember Star on 08-08-2013, 21:33:36*reads top* What!? WHAT!? My character! This world! Isn't real!? My entire reality has come crashing down! *bursts into sobs and blows up the IOC in a fit of raging passion*Hey now! I don't want to be blown up!! Poor Ember. Her world is all crasheded. Caela, but what if they are invincible?! Oh, I guess they wouldn't be in OR, emirate? Yeah, depression *does* suck. Thus, the desire for some cheering! I'm at the point where I can smile and such, again. Yay! I'm watching a video of the "Ten Best Body Shots in Boxing 2000-2012" and, man, just looking at them makes my liver hurt. Getting punched in the liver definitely sucks. I heard someone once likening the effects to every drop of alcohol you ever had in your life hitting your blood stream at the same time. You just drop. The worst part is, IME, is that you have a second or so to realize what's going to happen. You get hit, and you've got this moment right before it kicks in where you realize it has happened, but you don't, precisely, feel it. Then you feel it and that sucks, too. ’D Oh God, I broke Ember! Oi have a weird fondness for giving my out of universe stuff an "in-universe" feel. Admittedly, my last RP was set in an insane asylum, so it made a little more sense to go meta. Oh, by the way Ember, are you still making a High Queen? Yes. I am. Just need to work on her history. Great, thanks heaps! Sorry for being such a nag. Bookmarked. (:- Rainbow ♥ Rainbow wasn't already here?! Oh, man, I should go back and edit some stuff. . . I mean, nebbermind. ’D o: Waaaaaaaah? How very suspicious of you... Oh, if anyone would like any history or anything with Kali, please feel free to PM me (:- Rainbow Looking to find Brielle a love interest in the future, let me know if anyone might be interested in that. Llewellyn's always been a bit of a homebody, so unless someone would have reason to have gone to Orland, then he probably won't have any shared history with anyone pre-conference. That being said, if you feel your character would have some connection to Orland or the Catwalk family, feel free to contact me about it. I'm open to collaboration, but my character's not well-traveled. He's left the duchy on religious retreats and pilgrimages, and occasional intellectual pursuits. But he's neither soldier nor courtier, and would be more prone to visit a university or monastery than a tavern or castle. I am an inherently suspicious seeming character! It has been noted, Rainbow! Aurelius has been all over the goddamn place. If someone's lands are near a seaport or a river port that is navigable to the sea, odds are, Aurelius has spent some time there. He's been commanding ships since he was seventeen, and he's pretty darn good at it. Admittedly, his time spent in Grand Duchy ports is not likely to have gotten him any dinner invitations! They would be too busy putting out all the fires, after all, and burying the dead! But in the Empire, he would be quite social when he was in port, so pretty much everyone has an ample excuse to know Aurelius! ’D Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 09-08-2013, 05:34:19Looking to find Brielle a love interest in the future, let me know if anyone might be interested in that. Your lovely sister would also have a rather vested interest in ensuring that your partner was... suitable. ’D Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 09-08-2013, 06:02:48Your lovely sister would also have a rather vested interest in ensuring that your partner was... suitable. She's going to steal all the good ones? ’D I only have my dearly beloved sister's best interests at heart. But I didn't rescue her from marriage to some commoner just to see her marry someone beneath her station ::) Maybe she doesn't want to get married and just wants to be taken on a little love ride. O:) Howdareyou make such vile insinuations about the noble House of St. Clair? :o my history is done, and I sent it to Rainbow to make sure she was okay with my mentions of her character. Still have to fill out personality, appearance, and goal. But that won't take long. Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 09-08-2013, 06:37:47How dare you make such vile insinuations about the noble House of St. Clair? Oi dare, I dare indeed, lady! O8) Quote from: doodasaurus on 09-08-2013, 07:48:50I dare, I dare indeed, lady! O8)My sister and I will have only the very best ;) Quote from: Chronicles on 09-08-2013, 05:56:14Llywelyn's always been a bit of a homebody, so unless someone would have reason to have gone to Orland, then he probably won't have any shared history with anyone pre-conference. That being said, if you feel your character would have some connection to Orland or the Catwalk family, feel free to contact me about it. I'm open to collaboration, but my character's not well-traveled. He's left the duchy on religious retreats and pilgrimages, and occasional intellectual pursuits. But he's neither soldier nor courtier, and would be more prone to visit a university or monastery than a tavern or castle. I can see that Llewellyn may not know anyone personally, but the continent has been at war for 300 years. Is i really possible that Orland and the Catwalk family has been completely untouched by it? I'm very excited for this RP. Everyone's characters are so interesting and unique. (:- Rainbow ♥ *shifty eyes* My character isn't so unique. Though I am also quite a bit ready to go! Well, Conan would probably find some sort of grim humor in marrying Brielle, if only to torque off her sister. Although now that I think about it, that would stop the raiding back and forth across the border. Quote from: Jester on 09-08-2013, 19:10:24Well, Conan would probably find some sort of grim humor in marrying Brielle, if only to torque off her sister. Although now that I think about it, that would stop the raiding back and forth across the border. Chat me up about it sometime in the near future. I thought I saw someone mention this on the recruitment thread, but I thought I'd do it again here. Will there be a Character thread? It's probably going to be easier that way to look everyone up. Just thought I'd ask!- Rainbow ♥ yes. She was just waiting on mine and Bubbles' profiles before she put it up. Ahhh, right! Sorry I missed that (: Thanks for clarifying!- Rainbow ♥ I would also like to see one of the lovely ladies try to catch the attention of the cold-hearted Brain, so if anyone would be interested in that, let's talk I just assume all the fly hotties want Aurelius. I mean, hellllllo, he'Aurelius! Aurelius also has bastard children though. That's a lot of baggage for a noblewoman to commit herself to. That said, a Shall woman probably wouldn't care about that, so, I guess it's not going to stop him that much :P Aurelius doesn't raise them or anything. They're more like theoretical children. To the extent that he cares about them, he's probably asked the local lord to be sure they're well situated when they're grown and throws some money at them when he's in town. A prospective wife would never meet any of them, much less their mothers! Not to mention they're scattered all over the known world and probably a few in the unknown world, too. But they aren't baggage. They're the past. Aurelius looks to the future! Plus, uh, the odds are that every nobleman of his age has a few bastards. It isn't like they have a lot of effective birth control. :p Quote from: Countdown0 on 09-08-2013, 22:50:32 Aurelius also has bastard children though. That's a lot of baggage for a noblewoman to commit herself to. That said, a Shall woman probably wouldn't care about that, so, I guess it's not going to stop him that much :Bastards aren't really that much to expect a noblewoman to deal with unless he's planning to actually claim them all and expecting her to make them part of the household. Expecting her to, possibly, put them over her own children WOULD be a lot to ask! Aurelius would never humiliate his prospective wife by having her endure his bastard children and the idea that they would take precedence over his legitimate children wouldn't even enter his mind! He is likely to marry for political reasons, of course, but there is little to be gained by antagonizing the mother of your children, a woman with whom you'll be right there, next to, for a very long time. ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 09-08-2013, 23:04:19 Aurelius would never humiliate his prospective wife by having her endure his bastard children and the idea that they would take precedence over his legitimate children wouldn't even enter his mind! He is likely to marry for political reasons, of course, but there is little to be gained by antagonizing the mother of your children, a woman with whom you'll be right there, next to, for a very long time. DI think all of our characters are probably looking at political marriages of one stripe or another. :) On paper Aurelius and Moira make a fairly impressive political match. Of course, they might hate each other and there's no one to force Moira into a wedding she doesn't want! Lol This is where dead parents are handy. And since the Grand Duke/Duchess isn't a hereditary title there's no real pressure to have kids either! And speaking of her non-hereditary title, would my Dukes let me know if they think their characters voted for, or against Moira's claim to the Grand Duchess title. It can be a springboard to some background plotting. :) Quote from: AribethAmkiir on 09-08-2013, 14:49:01I can see that Llewellyn may not know anyone personally, but the continent has been at war for 300 years. Is i really possible that Orland and the Catwalk family has been completely untouched by it? Oh, Orland hasn't gone untouched by the three hundred year's war. In fact, they took enough damages from the war to, for the last several decades, enact a general policy of cowardice. I mean, uh, "indirect support." They're not so much a "bread basket" to the rest of the Duchy as a "gold basket:" they supply their neighbors with monies, arms, timber, and tech. They do not supply them with very many men. More details:QuoteNorland: Orland is bound along its western border by the Horns of Hadar, a range of impassible mountains that provide a natural barrier against the Empire. These mountains, in addition to providing Orland with a great deal of protection along the west and the south, are also rich with precious metals and other minerals. Mining is such a staple of the Nor lander economy that it's often been laughed that "there's more silver in the Horns than there are bastards in Sahel." The mountains, combined with Orland's rocky coastline (with only one bay capable of sheltering warships, and several river ports that are easily protected by water gates) and its storm swept sea, has made it so that the only reliable invasion route is from the east and southeast, providing the lords of Orland with a stretch of territory on which to focus their defenses. Overflowing mineral wealth, rich timberland, two major rivers (both borne of the mountains), and a generally temperate climate, combined with almost forty years of minimal war effort, have helped make Orland one of the wealthiest duchies in the Grand Duchy. Family: The Cadavers have ruled the county of Catwalk since the earliest days of the eastern expansion. Through careful political marriages and acts of ruthless violence, they soon came to be the dukes of Orland. As dukes of Orland, they joined the other eastern provinces in declaring independence, and originally fielded a vast number of men and ships. The early Cadavers won more battles than they lost, but they lost often enough for the family to slowly lose interest in the war. By the time of Duke Geoffrey, the Catwalk war effort primarily consisted of supplying the more martial provinces, and occasionally rattling their scabbards at their neighbors. The Catwalk family words are "lector et emerge," or "struggle and emerge." Their colors are silver and blue, representing the mountains (or, as some heraldic historians have argued, the heavens) and the sea. Their coat of arms is a white eagle, wings displayed and elevated, above a light blue oleander flower (in bloom). The mantling is in argent (silver) and azure (blue), with a silver helm and coronet. The crest is three feathers, white, blue, and white. Two crossed swords act as the supporters, crossing behind the field, with pommels up and blades down. Any character, particularly of the Duchy faction, should feel free to call Llewellyn out on this perceived cowardice if desired. He has only been Duke for a little over four years, but in those four years he's shown absolutely no interest in further engaging Orland in the war effort. In the eyes of the other Duchies? Other people, their people, are dying to protect Orland, while the Nor landers sit back and count their gold. Quote from: Ireland speaking of her non-hereditary title, would my Dukes let me know if they think their characters voted for, or against Moira's claim to the Grand Duchess title. It can be a springboard to some background plotting. :)I imagine Moraine's election may have been a rather close one, since electing the daughter of the previous Grand Duke would seem distasteful in the eyes of many of the lords ("too much like the Imperial method"). That being said, if her goals and attitudes were well known at the time of her election, the then newly ducal Llewellyn Catwalk would have voted in her favor. The Duke de Orland is not shy about expressing his opinions on the rights of all men -- a belief shaped by his time as a cleric -- and the fact that Moira was peace-minded would appeal to the "why the FM*k are we still fighting this war?" attitude of the Nor lander nobles, who have long stopped sending their sons off to die, and who are also becoming quite tired of sending their money and supplies off to their neighbors as well. As to how Llewellyn feels about Moira's progress over the last three years? She'll have to ask him herself if she wants to know that. He hasn't kept closely in touch with the Grand Duchess or her court (and may have not even shared more than a few words with her at the election, we can work that out in PMs if you'd like?). Norlandhasalways paid their taxes in a timely manner, however. I need that character sheet thread. Aurelius can't be the only catch on the Imperial side, right? Learn Horatius Arena Red thorn III is also an Imperial nobleman. That said, his family has NEVER taken part in a marriage whose purpose was primarily political. Its kind of matter of family pride that they are soldiers, not bargaining chips :D Maybe that's why they only have an Earldom. :P j/k Sorry, the only reason the character thread sheet isn't up is that I was really sick last night and couldn't work on it. I'll try and get something up soon. Quote from: Carla on 09-08-2013, 23:51:20I think all of our characters are probably looking at political marriages of one stripe or another. :) On paper Aurelius and Moira make a fairly impressive political match. Of course, they might hate each other and there's no one to force Moira into a wedding she doesn't want! Lol This is where dead parents are handy. And since the Grand Duke/Duchess isn't a hereditary title there's no real pressure to have kids either! They should be thinking of politics, yes. It is normal among aristocracy to view marriage as a chance to accomplish political agenda and I agree that Moira matches up well - in a purely political objective sense - with Aurelius. It doesn't hurt that she looks like Katie McGrath. And hate is hate, but government is government. Moira seems the sort to realize that sometimes you've got to do something for the common good that you might not want to do on a personal level. All of Aurelius' political and military career is like that! If he had his druthers, he would probably do nothing other than exploration. He does not have his druthers. Quote from: AribethAmkiir on 10-08-2013, 02:16:38 Aurelius can't be the only catch on the Imperial side, right? He's not the OnlyFans the Imperial side, but he could well be the only catch. The rest of these guys are hopeless! The ones who ain't chicken think they have the right to marry for love! Bah. That's whatmistressesare for. Quote from: doodasaurus on 10-08-2013, 03:01:18He's not the only man on the Imperial side, but he could well be the only catch. The rest of these guys are hopeless! The ones who ain't chicken think they have the right to marry for love! Bah. That's what mistresses are for. Hehehehe...and now you have me pondering if it might be fun to make one of those! :P A mistress type I mean. Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 10-08-2013, 02:32:28Sorry, the only reason the character thread sheet isn't up is that I was really sick last night and couldn't work on it. I'll try and get something up soon. I hope you're feeling better in that case!- Rainbow ♥ Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 10-08-2013, 02:32:28Sorry, the only reason the character thread sheet isn't up is that I was really sick last night and couldn't work on it. Furthermore, I'll try and get something up soon. I hope you feel better, now! *smooch* Quote from: doodasaurus on 10-08-2013, 03:01:18He's not the only man on the Imperial side, but he could well be the only catch. The rest of these guys are hopeless! The ones who ain't chicken think they have the right to marry for love! Bah. That's what mistresses are for. Aeren takes offense to that. Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 10-08-2013, 02:32:28Sorry, the only reason the character thread sheet isn't up is that I was really sick last night and couldn't work on it. I'll try and get something up soon. Here's wishing you a swift recovery, Marissa. Take plenty of fluids and get lots of rest. ;) We can keep ourselves entertained in here, if you don't feel like sitting at your computer. Take care of yourself! Quote from: doodasaurus on 10-08-2013, 03:01:18He's not the only man on the Imperial side, but he could well be the only catch. The rest of these guys are hopeless! The ones who ain't chicken think they have the right to marry for love! Bah. That's what mistresses are for.lol, thanks for the warning, Brielle wouldn't share her man like that ;)Aurelius should find a woman agreeable with an open marriage, perhaps a woman that marries him because she has to and couldn't care less who he fools around with. Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 10-08-2013, 04:27:33lol, thanks for the warning, Brielle wouldn't share her man like that ;)Aurelius should find a woman agreeable with an open marriage, perhaps a woman that marries him because she has to and couldn't care less who he fools around with. He would naturally expect anyone he married not to care, particularly, who he fooled around with, so long as he was discrete. He would give them the same courtesy. That's just the way the world is, to him. Aristocrats get married for the benefit of the state and then have discrete affairs of the heart. But under no condition would he be for an open marriage. The children of marriages need to be of secure parentage. Discretion in affairs is, essentially, mandatory for him because to do otherwise would be to threaten inheritance, which is a no-no. He's been around enough to realize that not everyone has the father they think they have, but so long as it appears that way, the system of inheritance works. Otherwise, it becomes a legal quagmire to be avoided at almost any cost. I would think discreet affairs are something that would be expected to occur in aristocratic society. Discreet being the optimal word as anything less could possibly be grounds for an annulment. So you could bring your mistress to the summer house for a month and invite your closest friends to visit, but taking her to court, or a ball, or anywhere in "public" wouldn't be acceptable. Really, though, I don't know. Guess this is really up to Marissa. Are we trying to be historically accurate? What are the expectations on the nobles (besides not killing each other)? What's allowed in "proper" society? With women holding greater positions than what they've held in the past, has that affected the clothing they are expected to wear and the amount of skin they can show? Quote from: AribethAmkiir on 10-08-2013, 05:41:58What are the expectations on the nobles (besides not killing each other)? What's allowed in "proper" society? With women holding greater positions than what they've held in the past, has that affected the clothing they are expected to wear and the amount of skin they can show? Historically, what is expected of noblemen wildly varies according to time and place. A nobleman in the Roman Empire was quite a bit different from a nobleman in 14th century France. But if I was going to break it down to some fairly universal principles, noblemen are expected to administer their lands, enforce law, collect taxes, and serve as their lord's military arm in times of war. Quote from: doodasaurus on 10-08-2013, 06:16:29Historically, what is expected of noblemen wildly varies according to time and place. A nobleman in the Roman Empire was quite a bit different from a nobleman in 14th century France. But if I was going to break it down to some fairly universal principles, noblemen are expected to administer their lands, enforce law, collect taxes, and serve as their lord's military arm in times of war. Right, that's what I'd expect as the basic standard. I was hoping for more details and a general guide for proper behavior. Do you bow or kneel to the Emperor? Do you bow to the princess/prince, Grand Duchess? (sorry, not bowing to the Barbarian Queen) Are public displays of affection frowned upon or accepted? What is considered as a PDA? I don't know, these are examples of the minutia some games I've been involved with that were similar to this one have become bogged down with in the past. Etiquette is crazy. The GM is going to have to field that one! My assumptions, so far, are that you bow more deeply to people according to their rank, regardless of what country they're from, you say "lord" and "lady" a lot and. . . That's it. ’D Angora is less of a barbarian than she appears to be. More honor bond warrior than barbarian (in my mind). But seeing as how she thinks the other nobles have a stick suck up their asses, she'd actually appreciate somebody not bowing to her. She'd see it as actual honesty rather than somebody just "doing what is proper" since she knows the majority of the other nobles neither respect nor like her. For anyone who hasn't seen the message on the other page, a thread for character sheets is up. It'll act as a roll call for everyone that's still with us, so please post your character sheet there when you're ready. Sorry for the late reply to the earlier questions. Affairs are common, but considered something to be kept secret. It would be an insult to your spouse's House to insinuate that they're not good enough for you. Milord or milady is an acceptable form of address, but you can be more formal upon first meeting someone or in a more formal setting. Bowing is typically the common greeting for everyone, except the Emperor, whom would be kneeled to, but like forms of address this depends upon the setting. Also, while Imperials would kneel to him, other factions would only bow if they were being respectful. Giving a Shall the greeting of a noble would probably be seen as a satirical mocking of their ambitions beyond their station at best, and a grievous insult to the dignity of true nobility at worst. *pokes Marissa some more* Clothing? Traditional, or not so much? Nibbles on the outstretched finger. Just your typical medieval fantasy-type garb. I'm not so mean that I'm going to demand you change your entry because of what you're wearing. You know, unless you wear something really out of place like a hoodie or a hot dog suit. Damn! My entire concept was based on a good hot dog suit! I am here but won't be able to move my character sheet for a bit. Am I working this weekend and my internet at home was being wonky this morning. I hope the problem is resolved when I get home this evening. -crosses fingers-Until it is though, I am stuck on my phone! Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 10-08-2013, 13:33:06Nibbles on the outstretched finger. Just your typical medieval fantasy-type garb. I'm not so mean that I'm going to demand you change your entry because of what you're wearing. You know, unless you wear something really out of place like a hoodie or a hot dog suit. Not exactly what I meant, but I can guess what "typical medieval fantasy-type garb" means. Not necessarily historically accurate but no metal bikinis, right? But those are so hat!(Quote from: AribethAmkiir on 10-08-2013, 17:51:36Not exactly what I meant, but I can guess what "typical medieval fantasy-type garb" means. Not necessarily historically accurate but no metal bikinis, right? If you can find it at a Ren free or SCA event, you're probably okay. ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 10-08-2013, 19:23:38If you can find it at a Ren free or SCA event, you're probably okay. ’D(Chain mail on dogs was totally period. ’D Yes, actually. Maybe notthatkind of dog. But on mastiffs and other dogs they took into battle, they would sometimes armor them. Quote from: Ember Star on 10-08-2013, 19:46:32Maybe not that kind of dog. Excuse you. The Miniature Catwalk Battle Hound will strike fear into the hearts of all men and women. If the Shall ever got their hands on the secret breeding techniques of these magnificent animals, we'd all be lost. . . . . . Quote from: Ember Star on 10-08-2013, 19:46:32Yes, actually. Maybe not that kind of dog. But on mastiffs and other dogs they took into battle, they would sometimes armor them. This is actually true. Military working dogs (and humans) still wear protective body armor today, so yeah, I don't think there's any argument there. They were pretty good for terrorizing the largely unarmored, under-clothed natives when the Spanish conquered the New World, for instance. That being said, dogs were more predominately used for tracking, hunting, and sentry ("guard dogs") than for actual engagements, though there were absolutely dogs trained for combat. Rather tragically, the Soviets even experimented with using them as anti-tank weapons, with bombs strapped to the poor dogs instead of armor. Dogs aren't the strangest animals trained for war, though. There have been bat bombs and military dolphins as well. The Americans even invested millions and millions of dollars to create the "Acoustic Kitty" (TM?) at the height of the Cold War, and released these surgically-modified "spy cats" on enemy nations. The project was a flop, though, as one might imagine. I mean, expecting a cat to do anything to help a human? Pfft.(conversation brings to mind a question, though. What kinds of animals inhabit Slice? Is it just the traditional "European stock?" Horses, cats, dogs, falcons, and so on? Are there any animals of particular religious or cultural significance? Are there any places where the fauna is a little more exotic (like are there big cats, elephants, or anything like that)? Are there any animals that are "unique to the setting?" That is to say, extinct or fantastic animals (Shade is rocking that dinosaur mount in Reeve's character picture), or simply animals that you've made up like the "Pig-Tailed Flying Badger?" What's left to do before we light this sucker up! ’D I think she's giving a couple of days for everybody to get their profiles up and make sure everybody is still here. My apologies for the delays in getting started. As Ember said, I'm just waiting for people to check in at the CS thread, but theoretically we could be started as early as tomorrow. My first post should be ready by then, depending on how I feel after I get home from class. I have some big news for my sweet sister, and I'm very excited about it! DA's for the local fauna, it's typically your traditional European stock, although I have no objections to more exotic real world animals such as big cats, elephants and the like being found in particular fiefdoms. I'll leave it up to players to determine if any particular animals hold any cultural or religious significance in their local region, since it doesn't have much bearing on the overall plot, so if you're capable of doing something clever there feel free to do so. Also, on the subject of animals, bonus points to anyone who can figure out a logical way to make that adorable armored puppy a recurring character! Melts. I have an idea how to make an adorable armored puppy a recurring character... Beef, didn't really have a good feel for Valerian's past beyond him being a badass military commander with a knack for dead wives, so apologies if it reads a little funky. That being said, I'm all posted up and good to go! At least until Thursday, whereupon I'll be out of town and unavailable until Mondays. I'm going into a few weeks of vacation :D, so I'll have plenty of time to post Well Europa Universally 4andPayday 2 are coming out on Tuesday. So I might be a little behind on posting after then. Don't worry. I have assignments I'll have to work on at some point, so the posting speed should be relatively tame and can go as slow or as fast as our schedules permit. I know that Violet is away for a week, so we don't want to zoom ahead on her at any rate. Furthermore, I've just posted up the IC, and I'll include some more information on the setting in a future post. No one has to post anything until after my exchange with my sister, but if any of you are particularly eager go ahead. All nobles are currently on the way to Casting, whether together or individually is up to you. So if your characters are from the same faction, feel free to lead in with an intro establishing some of your character's relationships with one another or expectations for when they arrive. Just letting everyone know, I am going away from the 15th - 19th August, so will not be at my computer and such.- Rainbow ♥ Question for Marissa:Does Casting have a port near enough to the Palace that one could dock and get to the Palace within the same day? Sure thing, Rainbow. Thanks for the heads-up. Castiana is at the very center of the continent, so it's pretty landlocked. Still, I wouldn't object to some kind of river heading far enough inland to shorten the trip. Alright, good to know. I think I'll just have Learn arrive by land. He wouldn't bring Paramount that far in land, especially through a river. River ports were more extensive in pre-modern times than today. Vienna had a very active river port, and you could travel from there all the way to the Black Sea. It can be navigated by barges all the way into Germany even from ancient days. In the Middle Ages, the relatively shallow draft of a galley meant it could go way upriver on a big river. (The sail-driven cogs were sufficiently shallow drafted, but tacking wasn't invented until the Renaissance, so cogs didn't really travel up rivers. Between the vagaries of the wind and the current or the river, it was inevitable that they'd get stuck sooner or later, even when the river was quite broad.) So there isn't any particular reason that Casting doesn't have a big ol' docks district. ’D On another, RP-related note, Aurelius would be traveling with a considerable retainer, as fits a prince of his wealth and station. Any Imperial nobleman would be more than welcome to join, especially, of course, his sister and father (I figure there's a pretty good chance the Imperial family would be traveling together, for the obvious reasons). ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 13-08-2013, 03:21:50On another, RP-related note, Aurelius would be traveling with a considerable retainer, as fits a prince of his wealth and station. Any Imperial nobleman would be more than welcome to join, especially, of course, his sister and father (I figure there's a pretty good chance the Imperial family would be traveling together, for the obvious reasons). This made me think a bit about Moraine's travelling arrangements. She might have the title Grand Duchess, but she's junta flashy type of woman. She'll have dresses and gowns packed in trunks that will arrive a day or twoafterher lol. Furthermore, she herself will show up with a small retinue of Guardsmen and dressed in boots, pants, a tunic and coat. Simple but extremely well-made and tailored to her body shape. When they have formal meetings, or social events, she'll dress up appropriate to her station, but for the everyday she'll continue to wear her normal clothes. Partly because they're comfortable, and partly as a way of saying that she has no intention of giving up her freedom, or that of her Dukes. If the Emperor and the Princess were travelling with Aurelius, then Learn probably would too, since he's being brought along as a bodyguard/military adviser for the royal family. Also, the retinue would be even larger, I'd think, if the Emperor were coming along. We'd be talking about elite soldiers and all sorts of finery, trumpets and a marching band, maybe an elephant carrying a float. Also, yeah, the Paramount probably wouldn't be able to fit down river. She's more of a mega-powerhouse than a trading barge. Think... if dreadnoughts were made of wood... Aristocrats traveled in groups for good reason. The smaller your band, the more likely you are to be attacked. A person of high station is worth a potentially enormous ransom. So the higher your rank, the bigger your band for safety reasons. Likewise, you traveled with your luggage not strictly out of vanity (though there's some of that, too) but to protect it with the same troops you're using to protect yourself. But as your group increases in size, you've got to further increase it, including cooks and the like, because now villages aren't capable of sustaining the retinue, which in turn means a few more men-at-arms to protect those people, too. That said, some aristocrats most certainly did travel with baggage trains that were absurd. I don't think Aurelius is one because he's a sailor and thus used to living in a certain way. But. . . Man, they could go crazy with that kind of thing! And, yeah, if the Emperor was along, the retinue would increase in size dramatically. Not just because, y'know, he is worth a literal king's ransom, thus would need substantial protection, but also because being an Emperor generally carries with it a certain necessity for looking "glorious". (True of all noblemen, and more true the higher your rank. An Emperor proves he's an Emperor in part by *looking* like one.) Quote from: doodasaurus on 13-08-2013, 04:04:58~snip~ (True of all noblemen, and more true the higher your rank. An Emperor proves he's an Emperor in part by *looking* like one.) This is an attitude that drive Moira crazy. But then she doesn't have to prove she's the Grand Duchess, she was given her title by a consensus of the Dukes she rules. I envision her as having a much more "American" attitude than an Imperial one when it comes to freedom and what a person owes to their country/government/Lord etc. lol, I imagined an image in my head of the Emperor having his lesser soldiers drag a small palace behind the retinue :P I have a feeling Moira and Angora might could actually come to get along. Or Angora will probably at least develop a respect and liking for Moira. Angora hates all the pompous noble crap that the other nobles seem to do Quote from: Ember Star on 13-08-2013, 04:47:34I have a feeling Moira and Angora might could actually come to get along. Or Angora will probably at least develop a respect and liking for Moira. Angora hates all the pompous noble crap that the other nobles seem to do Moira hates most of it too! She despises the fact that she's going to get stuck wearing dresses at all, but you don't show up in the equivalent of ripped jeans and your comfiest t-shirt to negotiate with an Emperor! Lol Quote from: Countdown0 on 13-08-2013, 04:44:37lol, I imagined an image in my head of the Emperor having his lesser soldiers drag a small palace behind the retinue :Medieval kings sometimes did this. Not a palace, per se, but the pavilions of the king would be built in the shape of a palace, with all the amenities of palace life. They would generally be painted to look like a real building, too. Like I said, the retinue of an aristocrat was sensible, but some of them went walkaway too far with it. ’D Quote from: Carla on 13-08-2013, 04:42:27 This is an attitude that drive Moira crazy. But then she doesn't have to prove she's the Grand Duchess, she was given her title by a consensus of the Dukes she rules. I envision her as having a much more "American" attitude than an Imperial one when it comes to freedom and what a person owes to their country/government/Lord etc. The dress codes of feudal society weren't trivial. All pre-modern societies had strict, class-based dress codes, not just to appease vanity but to order their society. They didn't have ID cards. You told a person's social class - and thus the rules and laws for interacting with them - based on how they dressed. Otherwise, you might get stuff like lords executing peasants for crimes that the peasant wouldn't have done if they'd known so-and-so was of noble birth - or, worse, one nobleman treating another nobleman like the peasant they look like and starting a war. It was no joke and not just vanity, it wasn't just ostentation for its own sake. Well, they are rich. At the time, the difference between the rich and the poor was astronomical in nature... figuratively speaking :PI'm still imagining a little cartoon of the emperor having his palace pulled along everywhere he goes, or like, and Egyptian Pharaoh deciding that he doesn't like where his Pyramid is, so he has it dragged by the builders to the left by a half a kilometer... =Also, I can imagine Learn being told he has to get all fancy in his dress. He'd be tempted to shoot someone :P Oh dear, nobles not acting all stuffy and ostentatious is only going to reinforce Grace's views about her own inherent superiority; even in comparison to other noble houses. XD How is that? Does she not act that way? She's quite proud of her noble heritage, and while she stops short of being hauled around in a pavilion she would view "dressing down" to be a tad sloppy. Interesting. How and why did other nobles vote for someone who doesn't dress or act appropriately? How are the Imperials supposed to take the Grand Duchess seriously if she shows up with a retinue that's less than half of what the Emperor shows up with. Isn't a "show of power" something Moira would want? Hey Jester, once the scene is done with Brielle and Grace, I can see about putting our plans into action :) Quote from: AribethAmkiir on 13-08-2013, 09:48:34Interesting. How and why did other nobles vote for someone who doesn't dress or act appropriately? How are the Imperials supposed to take the Grand Duchess seriously if she shows up with a retinue that's less than half of what the Emperor shows up with. Isn't a "show of power" something Moira would want? Keep in mind that, despite a shared Imperial heritage and traditions, over three hundred years of independence has resulted in a rather distinct political culture from the Empire. The Grand Duchy often rejects the heir of a former Grand Duke or Duchess as a matter of principle, but someone who wasn't overly ostentatious and seemed to harbor no grand imperial ambitions would allay some of their fears of the formation of a dynasty. Furthermore, someone who didn't fit the traditional mold of noble behavior would be seen as something of a political "outsider", which would ensure that she didn't alienate any factional elements with her election. Plus, given that the Grand Duchy has held out against Imperial military might for over three hundred years means that the power of the Grand Duchess isn't really in dispute. Bringing a smaller retinue may be seen as being practical, or attempting to hide the true extent of her strength. Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 13-08-2013, 10:27:02Hey Jester, once the scene is done with Brielle and Grace, I can see about putting our plans into action :)I'll be sending Brielle to greet the Grand Duchy nobles upon their arrival, so I'm on the same page as you for that. I just need to catch up on a few things before I write my response. Sorry about the wait. Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 13-08-2013, 10:53:16Keep in mind that, despite a shared Imperial heritage and traditions, over three hundred years of independence has resulted in a rather distinct political culture from the Empire. The Grand Duchy often rejects the heir of a former Grand Duke or Duchess as a matter of principle, but someone who wasn't overly ostentatious and seemed to harbor no grand imperial ambitions would allay some of their fears of the formation of a dynasty. Furthermore, someone who didn't fit the traditional mold of noble behavior would be seen as something of a political "outsider", which would ensure that she didn't alienate any factional elements with her election. Plus, given that the Grand Duchy has held out against Imperial military might for over three hundred years means that the power of the Grand Duchess isn't really in dispute. Bringing a smaller retinue may be seen as being practical, or attempting to hide the true extent of her strength. Makes some sense. Fractured political entities can be quagmires for countries with centralized authorities. A country with a central authority is defeated when that central authority is defeated. A country without a central authority. . . Er, when is it ever conquered? This happens time and time again in history. The Romans defeated German army after German army but never conquered Germany. The Persians exhausted themselves against tiny, fractured Greece. War in Italy was a perpetual trap for European countries for a thousand years, every goddamn pass had its own tiny, fiercely independent republic, and they didn't give a damn that you just whipped the guys the next pass over, you're going to have to whip them, too. In my head, that's the reason why the Empire can't conquer the Grand Duchy. Lacking a centralized authority, it doesn't matter how many battles they win. They could win every battle and still find themselves deep in enemy territory, surrounded by people who hate their guts and don't care that you've won every battle. Now your guys are exhausted, and your country is broke, and you're glad to have gotten out of that hellhole alive. A quagmire! And Aurelius hates fighting battles he can't win. Just no point at all to that. DOF course, your opinions may vary! That's Aurelius' pet theory, though. This is where Learn would disagree with Aurelius. He's more flexible in terms of what it is to "win". He believes that every battle is winnable, though there are certainly some cases where the odds are immensely stacked to one side's favor. Furthermore, he also believes that the Empire could conquer the Grand Duchy and still be able to keep Sahel from getting any ideas about attacking the Empire. But of course, the right person would have to be in charge of that kind of military campaign to make it work. Also:I'm waiting for either the Emperor or the Princess to post before I do. I would assume that they are travelling together, and Learn is specifically travelling with them to keep them safe en route to the conference. Quote from: AribethAmkiir on 13-08-2013, 09:48:34Interesting. How and why did other nobles vote for someone who doesn't dress or act appropriately? How are the Imperials supposed to take the Grand Duchess seriously if she shows up with a retinue that's less than half of what the Emperor shows up with. Isn't a "show of power" something Moira would want? A smaller, more practical, retinue is also Moraine's way of thumbing her nose at Imperial power. It's a way of saying that she is so secure in her position (after all her Dukeschoseher and didn't just have her thrust on them through some accident of birth) that she doesn't NEED to make a "show of power". It's another way for her to say that she is so secure in her position that she doesn't need to drag half the country along with her to show her strength. Shedoesn't fear her Nobles. And headdress and act appropriately. She'll be having her gown transported with her and will wear them when needed (actual meetings between Nobles, balls, etc.) but for everyday she will continue in her more male oriented garb. She's not "dressed down" peruse, all of her clothes are of the best materials and exceptionally well-made and personally tailored, she'd just not always in a dress. Her father had a very personal hand in raising her and didn't know how to raise a "girl" so he raised her the way he'd raise a boy and pants are just far more practical for things like hunting and sword-practice! That being said, any of the Dukes who wanted to travel to the Conference with her party, would be more than welcome as they could then arrive together and show a united front from the get-go. Oi, how did I miss that the IC had gone up! Off to post for Moira! I'll try to post here either later today or tomorrow. Going to beat down the posts I didn't get yesterday before I jump in. I don't know what to write. I need some more info on the Imperial column, or something. Or maybe a simple time skip to everyone arriving at Casting. Same :We need our emperor and our princess to make an appearance! O.o I'll try to post soon. Unfortunately I think I have to drop out :P. I'll be pretty available come the 22nd, but by the time that rolls around you all could have another Emperor strutting his stuff. For all the Imperials out there, I'd be glad to try to figure out what your characters are doing. . . But I would be comfortable getting to Casting, too. ’D Well, my first question now would be: do we have someone who wants to make a new Emperor? I mean, I suppose we don't strictly NEED to replace Valerian, but having an Emperor is kind of key to the story >. I'll just have Learn arrive ahead of them. Doodasaurus, do you think that Learn and Aurelius could handle travelling together, or would their two massive egos prove too overwhelming? :P Sounds like a plan! Looks like the Emperor will be arriving a tad bit behind schedule (but then again, shouldn't they be running on HIS schedule? ’D)Fits his opinion on the Peace Summit as well, one of those "ugh, do I have to be here? Fine, I guess" sort of deals. Countdown0, Aurelius doesn't have ego, he has rank. ’D That said, he'd welcome the company. Traveling is boring in the Middle Ages. (The word travel has the same root as travail, meaning "suffering". Fun linguistic facts from doodasaurus!) So, definitely! Both rank and ego are incredibly difficult to respect on their own merits :P >.>.>Well, I'll have Learn there. They can share their badass tales of sinking hostile ships and razing cities for the sake of recreation :D Posting will be a bit sporadic and only in the evenings for me the next couple of days while I work. 12-hour shifts can take their toll, but I have to love NOT having to work 5 days a week! Lol. ’D I'll have Ella in the group with Learn and Aurelius. I tried to write a post earlier, and got bogged down in the unknown logistics. Great! We've managed to keep the Emperor! I'll start working on my own post tonight, but I might not finish it until tomorrow. The day just slipped away from me today. Ha! Quote from: DTW Grace St. Clair was someone they worked for but Augustus's was someone they could look up to. I can tell already that I'll be reading every one of Augustus's posts. :P They do appear to have a lot of humor value! ’D Pshaw! All these characters forgoing pomp and circumstance, Dukes and Duchesses no less! Quote from: Mr Bubbles on 15-08-2013, 02:02:32Pshaw! All these characters forgoing pomp and circumstance, Dukes and Duchesses no less! Some of us prefer hunting and riding to flouncing around in dresses and needlepoint! :P Hunting and riding are perfectly normal pastimes for a high-born lady! Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 02:05:01Hunting and riding are perfectly normal pastimes for a high-born lady!shush you! ~hides doodasaurus in a closet~ these are my excuses for Moira not wanting to wear dresses! :P Quote from: Mr Bubbles on 15-08-2013, 02:02:32Pshaw! All these characters forgoing pomp and circumstance, Dukes and Duchesses no less! Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 02:04:22Some of us prefer hunting and riding to flouncing around in dresses and needlepoint! The hunting and riding stuff killed Llewellyn's brother, forcing him into his noble office! :-(He could have had class. He could have been a contender. He could have been a bishop, or even a cardinal! Instead, he's just a crummy nobleman. Who wants a crown on Earth when there's a bigger crown in heaven? Poor guy. Now he has to have sex with ladies and everything. Actually, Marissa, what does the hierarchy of the Imperial Church look like? And do their priests practice celibacy? And are there female priests, or is it a boys-only club? Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 02:10:40 shush you! ~hides doodasaurus in a closet~ these are my excuses for Moira not wanting to wear dresses! She's the Grand Duchess. I'm pretty sure that's all the rationale she needs for wearing whatever she wants. Aurelius would not be shocked that she wears pants, but that she wears the pants of album. ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 02:18:45She's the Grand Duchess. I'm pretty sure that's all the rationale she needs for wearing whatever she wants. Aurelius would not be shocked that she wears pants, but that she wears the pants of a bum. DOF a bum? Who said she dressed like a bum? I clearly said her clothes are of fine quality and well tailored...they just happen to NOT be dresses! Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 02:28:19Of a bum? Who said she dressed like a bum? I clearly said her clothes are of fine quality and well tailored...they just happen to NOT be dresses! Probably a guy who has ridden 900 miles and is wearing heavy gold brocade. ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 02:30:31Probably a guy who has ridden 900 miles and is wearing heavy gold brocade. Dikes, that's some rich stuff. Looks like I'll have to break out the Semite XD Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 02:30:31Probably a guy who has ridden 900 miles and is wearing heavy gold brocade. DPfffffft, just because he'scrazydoesn't mean she has to be! If she's going to ride that far, she's going to be as comfortable as possible while doing it. Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 02:48:26Pfffffft, just because he's crazy doesn't mean she has to be! If she's going to ride that far, she's going to be as comfortable as possible while doing it. Hey, his other set of traveling clothes are made of iron, so that is the comfy one. ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 03:29:41Hey, his other set of traveling clothes are made of iron, so that is the comfy one. DI think his version of comfy and hers are two different things! Men need to learn something, lol. WOMEN and CATS will do as they please. XD Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 03:37:43I think his version of comfy and hers are two different things! If you like being comfortable, neither sailing nor war are probably going to be something you want to do. . . And Aurelius is fond of them both! Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 03:39:27If you like being comfortable, neither sailing nor war are probably going to be something you want to do. . . And Aurelius is fond of them both! Sailing, for pleasure, maybe...war Moira would rather avoid, but she's been well-trained in strategy, troop movements, supply lines etc. as well as taught how to use a sword and bow...did I mention her father raised her like a boy??? She won't shy away from a conflict if one can't be avoided. Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 15-08-2013, 03:38:40Men need to learn something, lol. WOMEN and CATS will do as they please. THIS! Quote from: Chronicles on 15-08-2013, 02:12:54Actually, Marissa, what does the hierarchy of the Imperial Church look like? And do their priests practice celibacy? And are there female priests, or is it a boys-only club? I hadn't really thought about it. Just think of the Catholic Church but replace the word 'Pope' with 'Pontiff'. I would assume they practice celibacy, and there wouldn't be any female priests. Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 02:48:26Pfffffft, just because he's crazy doesn't mean she has to be! If she's going to ride that far, she's going to be as comfortable as possible while doing it. You can have your cake and eat it too! Travel most of the way in comfy clothes. Once you get 10 miles from your location just set up camp, rest a bit, get a bite to eat, then put on your finest and tough out the last leg of the trip. Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 15-08-2013, 03:50:36I hadn't really thought about it. Just think of the Catholic Church but replace the word 'Pope' with 'Pontiff'. I would assume they practice celibacy, and there wouldn't be any female priests. Awesome, I figured as much, but I also figured I'd better ask before I dig myself too deep. I think my character is the only one who has any real religious leanings, so hopefully there won't be too many inconsistencies with the way that religion is portrayed. :P As he'll be the only one really rambling on about it. Quote from: Mr Bubbles on 15-08-2013, 03:51:25You can have your cake and eat it too! Travel most of the way in comfy clothes. Once you get 10 miles from your location just set up camp, rest a bit, get a bite to eat, then put on your finest and tough out the last leg of the trip.LMAO... She'll arrive in her comfy clothes, but as soon as she does she'll retire to the rooms assigned to her and freshen up and change. She'll want people to see her in her breeches, tunic and jacket, she'll want them to talk. It doesn't make a statement if she's not seen! Quote from: Chronicles on 15-08-2013, 03:56:23Awesome, I figured as much, but I also figured I'd better ask before I dig myself too deep. I think my character is the only one who has any real religious leanings, so hopefully there won't be too many inconsistencies with the way that religion is portrayed. :P As he'll be the only one really rambling on about it. Grace is rather devout. There's a Enunciate church in Casting from during the Grand Duchy occupation that she refuses to have evicted or torn down. Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 03:46:21Sailing, for pleasure, maybe...war Moira would rather avoid, but she's been well-trained in strategy, troop movements, supply lines etc. as well as taught how to use a sword and bow...did I mention her father raised her like a boy??? She won't shy away from a conflict if one can't be avoided. It is not chivalrous to avoid war! The nobility exists to wage war! It's their prime function. Quote from: Mr Bubbles on 15-08-2013, 03:51:25You can have your cake and eat it too! Travel most of the way in comfy clothes. Once you get 10 miles from your location just set up camp, rest a bit, get a bite to eat, then put on your finest and tough out the last leg of the trip. Et TU, patter? Are you not an Emperor all along the route, too? Do you not want your people to see you in the fullness of your glory! Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 04:14:13It is not chivalrous to avoid war! The nobility exists to wage war! It's their prime function. She's a woman, she doesn't have to be chivalrous! :P If she wants to be diplomatic instead of a warmonger that's her right. Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 04:14:13Et TU, patter? Are you not an Emperor all along the route, too? Do you not want your people to see you in the fullness of your glory! He's the emperor. Let him dress how he likes. Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 04:16:57She's a woman, she doesn't have to be chivalrous! :P If she wants to be diplomatic instead of a warmonger that's her right. It is her right and Aurelius supports her rights to be a peacemaker! I mean, who says it's the Grand Duchy he wants to fight? Amir ite? ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 04:19:12It is her right and Aurelius supports her rights to be a peacemaker! I mean, who says it's the Grand Duchy he wants to fight? Amir ite? This is true...after all the Grand Duchies aren't the ones that tried to send him to his death in the name of "exploration". Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 04:20:34 This is true...after all the Grand Duchies aren't the ones that tried to send him to his death in the name of "exploration". They absolutely did not! It's his FATHER who tried to SEND HIM TO HIS DEATH, and then he has made nice with his older brother who is a second rate cat compared to Aurelius! Think of how that burns him! How it burns him to the quick! >:) Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 04:14:13Et TU, patter? Are you not an Emperor all along the route, too? Do you not want your people to see you in the fullness of your glory! It's all about magnitude, Brad. You don't have to go full-on radiant Sun King with a bunch of peasants or the odd Baron; Valerian's comfy clothes are still exquisite enough to make him awesome to look upon by anyone without a pedigree. Besides, you don't want to ride into town sore, tired, hungry and smelling like horses. Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 04:22:45They absolutely did not! It's his FATHER who tried to SEND HIM TO HIS DEATH, and then he has made nice with his older brother who is a second rate cat compared to Aurelius! Think of how that burns him! How it burns him to the quick! Sgt;:)Of course it does...and imagine the resources he'd have at his disposal if he allied himself with the Grand Duchess (who has the added advantage of being easy on the eyes). ’D Her father was a land general, sea warfare is an area her knowledge is lacking, she could certainly see an advantage in adding his knowledge and resources to her own. Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 15-08-2013, 04:06:38Grace is rather devout. There's a Enunciate church in Casting from during the Grand Duchy occupation that she refuses to have evicted or torn down. Grace isn't enunciates she? I'm sure our characters will have rather interesting conversations, if so. Llewellyn still doesn't understand why his countrymen have renounced the one true faith of their forefathers. Tut-tut. If you're having god problems, then I feel bad for you, son. Orland's got ninety-nine theses, but a divisive religious schism ain't one! Quote from: Mr Bubbles on 15-08-2013, 04:24:32It's all about magnitude, Brad. You don't have to go full-on radiant Sun King with a bunch of peasants or the odd Baron; Valerian's comfy clothes are still exquisite enough to make him awesome to look upon by anyone without a pedigree. Besides, you don't want to ride into town sore, tired, hungry and smelling like horses. The Grand Duchies were built by men and women who were sore, tired, hungry and smelling like horses! The frontier spirit lives on in our proud nobles, nobles not afraid to shirk tradition or ceremony in the name of pragmatism! Hear! Quote from: Mr Bubbles on 15-08-2013, 04:24:32 Besides, you don't want to ride into town sore, tired, hungry and smelling like horses................... Do you want an honest answer? Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 04:26:29Of course it does...and imagine the resources he'd have at his disposal if he allied himself with the Grand Duchess (who has the added advantage of being easy on the eyes). ’D Her father was a land general, sea warfare is an area her knowledge is lacking, she could certainly see an advantage in adding his knowledge and resources to her own. Sheisrather easy on the eyes and she is a great landowner! Hmm. I say, Hamm! Bring it on, Grand Duchess babies! Quote from: Chronicles on 15-08-2013, 04:32:16The Grand Duchies were built by men and women who were sore, tired, hungry and smelling like horses! The frontier spirit lives on in our proud nobles, nobles not afraid to shirk tradition or ceremony in the name of pragmatism! Hear! The Empire was built by people who were sore, tired, hungry and smelling of horses. That was three hundred years back. It's quite possible that you're now the decadent ones mired in antique traditions with no meaning in the current environment! Sgt;:) I think what doodasaurus is getting at, is that he thinks the various members of the grand duchy need to do their little turn on the catwalk... especially Moira. Quote from: Mr Bubbles on 15-08-2013, 04:24:32It's all about magnitude, Brad. You don't have to go full-on radiant Sun King with a bunch of peasants or the odd Baron; Valerian's comfy clothes are still exquisite enough to make him awesome to look upon by anyone without a pedigree. Besides, you don't want to ride into town sore, tired, hungry and smelling like horses. If you're riding, instead of being pulled along in some grandiose coach, you can't avoid smelling like horses. As for the sore, tired and hungry parts... Moira would say you have no stamina if you're sore and tired, and a gentle ride into town is slow enough to eat while riding, so there's no excuse to be hungry either. Though perhaps craving a better meal than road rations. Quote from: Chronicles on 15-08-2013, 04:32:16The Grand Duchies were built by men and women who were sore, tired, hungry and smelling like horses! The frontier spirit lives on in our proud nobles, nobles not afraid to shirk tradition or ceremony in the name of pragmatism! Hear! Yes! Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 04:37:56She is rather easy on the eyes, and she is a great landowner! Hmm. I say, Hamm! Bring it on, Grand Duchess babies! The Empire was built by people who were sore, tired, hungry and smelling of horses. That was three hundred years back. It's quite possible that you're now the decadent ones mired in antique traditions with no meaning in the current environment! Sgt;:)It's possible that some of the Duchies have grown soft, but those on the farthest borders (where I picture Moira's lands being) still have wilderness to carve to keep them grounded in reality. And I'd see most as having passed down a strong tradition and love of freedom and self-reliance. Quote from: Countdown0 on 15-08-2013, 04:42:41I think what doodasaurus is getting at, is that he thinks the various members of the grand duchy need to do their little turn on the catwalk... especially Moira. Dude, she looks like Katie McGrath! Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 04:43:53It's possible that some of the Duchies have grown soft, but those on the farthest borders (where I picture Moira's lands being) still have wilderness to carve to keep them grounded in reality. And I'd see most as having passed down a strong tradition and love of freedom and self-reliance. And the Empire is packed full of remote mountain areas and wild seacoasts, did people keep wolves for company and their sole music is the call of the hawks. The Duchies do not have a lock on traditions of freedom and self-reliance! You all got that from the Empire! Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 04:56:51And the Empire is packed full of remote mountain areas and wild seacoasts, did people keep wolves for company and their sole music is the call of the hawks. The Duchies do not have a lock on traditions of freedom and self-reliance! You all got that from the Empire! Quite possibly...though in our perspective it's more that the Empire treated our ancestors much the way Aurelius father treated him...they were sent off because there were too many of them, and it was hoped they wouldn't return. At least that's the story in Moira's family. A fourth son refused any sort of inheritance and sent off into the world to make his own way, or die in the trying. Instead, he gathered other younger sons and craftsman to him and set out to carve his own lands out of the wilderness. Moira speaking:The Empire cast us out, we owe them nothing and will not give back what we've claimed for ourselves simply because the Empire now realizes its worth something. Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 04:56:51Dude, she looks like Katie McGrath! Exactly my point as well. Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 05:07:01Quite possibly...though in our perspective it's more that the Empire treated our ancestors much the way Aurelius father treated him...they were sent off because there were too many of them, and it was hoped they wouldn't return. At least that's the story in Moira's family. A fourth son refused any sort of inheritance and sent off into the world to make his own way, or die in the trying. Instead, he gathered other younger sons and craftsman to him and set out to carve his own lands out of the wilderness. Moira speaking: The Empire cast us out, we owe them nothing and will not give back what we've claimed for ourselves simply because the Empire now realizes its worth something. I relish the opportunity for Moira to tell that to Aurelius! ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 05:09:34I relish the opportunity for Moira to tell that to Aurelius! She's blunt enough that she will have no problem saying exactly that! ’D Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 05:07:01Moira speaking: The Empire cast us out, we owe them nothing and will not give back what we've claimed for ourselves simply because the Empire now realizes its worth something. Preach on, Moira! Her Grand Ducal Highness is going to lay down the law!1Just an FYI, if anyone wants to catch Llewellyn on the road before he gets to Casting proper, let me know. Otherwise, I'll be posting his arrival tomorrow. He has much to discuss with our abstemious hostess, and he needs to arrange for the audience.1NOTE: Her Grand Ducal Highness will not be abusing her legislative powers while laying down the law; "laying down the law" in this particular instance refers to an idiomatic use of the expression to evoke the sentiment that some Imperial boys are going to get SERVED. Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 05:10:45She's blunt enough that she will have no problem saying exactly that! And he will have a rejoinder! I just figured it would be more fun to do IC! DI think I will be posting Aurelius coming into Casting tomorrow, too. *nods* Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 04:37:56She is rather easy on the eyes, and she is a great landowner! Hmm. I say, Hamm! Bring it on, Grand Duchess babies! (Quote from: Jester on 15-08-2013, 05:58:10 (sir, are a gentleman and a scholar. Quote from: Jester on 15-08-2013, 05:58:10 (from: Countdown0 on 15-08-2013, 06:28:43You, sir, are a gentleman and a scholar. I concur. Well I do my best Got my first post in =D Quote from: Chronicles on 15-08-2013, 04:32:16If you're having god problems, then I feel bad for you, son. Orland's got ninety-nine theses, but a divisive religious schism ain't one! I believe it was Pope Leo X who said thus XD Quote from: Chronicles on 15-08-2013, 05:30:08Just an FYI, if anyone wants to catch Llewellyn on the road before he gets to Casting proper, let me know. Otherwise, I'll be posting his arrival tomorrow. He has much to discuss with our abstemious hostess, and he needs to arrange for the audience. I can assure you that your gracious host looks forward to it. Quote from: Countdown0 on 15-08-2013, 10:08:44Got my first post in =DSO I noticed. Very well written, might I add. Hopefully we'll see a few more Imperials joining us soon. Since I can't get a good entry post up, anyone have any ideas? Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 15-08-2013, 10:23:08 So I noticed. Very well written, might I add. Hopefully we'll see a few more Imperials joining us soon. Thank you!! ’D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:Quote from: Strifesblaze7 on 15-08-2013, 10:27:11Since I can't get a good entry post up, anyone have any ideas? Well, if he were my character, I'd have a scene with him leaving his lands, and focused on him entrusting the safety of his home and his people to someone while he is absent. Really try to hammer in that the security of his lands and those who live there is important to him. Quote from: Chronicles on 15-08-2013, 05:30:08Just an FYI, if anyone wants to catch Llewellyn on the road before he gets to Casting proper, let me know. Otherwise, I'll be posting his arrival tomorrow. He has much to discuss with our abstemious hostess, and he needs to arrange for the audience. Why don't you have him catch up with Moira and Brain? Get the participants from the Grand Duchy to arrive relatively as a single Hmm, I suppose I could. If you're having too much trouble, feel free to make the journey short and uneventful. Just remember that if you do, you may have to wait for others to arrive before anything eventful can happen in earnest. Well, I was planning on having Learn arrive in my next post, so I guess I should try to wait until we get more imperial posts before coming in for #2 :P is there anyone from Sahel I can link up with? Hey guys. Since my character isn't doing anything at the moment, I thought I'd take the time to fill in that reserved first post which will have some details on the setting. It's mostly just background lore that doesn't have any bearing on the plot, but it should provide you with some key locations and landmarks that'll make it easier to write upon your arrival in the city. It's still a work in progress, and I have a lot more work to do on it, but it's bedtime now so, just to be a tease, I've popped the first landmark up. I'll see you all tomorrow (in about eight hours for those of you not running on Aussie time.) Have fun! ’D AJD, how close to Casting were you thinking we might be? Within hours, a couple of days out still? Just trying to figure out where they are for my next post, which I'll be writing when I get home from work tonight. Carla, I might be misreading, but I took this --Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 15-08-2013, 11:13:25If you're having too much trouble, feel free to make the journey short and uneventful. Just remember that if you do, you may have to wait for others to arrive before anything eventful can happen in earnest.to mean that we can arrive whenever we want! Quote from: doodasaurus on 15-08-2013, 18:50:00Caela, I might be misreading, but I took this -- to mean that we can arrive whenever we want! We can, but Moira is in the middle of a conversation and I don't want to rush AJD if he was thinking they were further out. :) I don't like to rush my writing partners but do like to be on the same page they are with things like time and distance when characters are traveling. Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 22:13:42We can, but Moira is in the middle of a conversation and I don't want to rush AJD if he was thinking they were further out. :) I don't like to rush my writing partners but do like to be on the same page they are with things like time and distance when characters are traveling. Don't worry about me :D you can make them arrive after answering the questions :D Brain is falling asleep anyway Quote from: Carla on 15-08-2013, 22:13:42We can, but Moira is in the middle of a conversation and I don't want to rush AJD if he was thinking they were further out. :) I don't like to rush my writing partners but do like to be on the same page they are with things like time and distance when characters are traveling. I wasn't implying that you should! I was just saying you could have them arrive, stuff like, "They got to the gate and my character says" stuff, not rushing people off. That would be quite rude, emirate? ’D How did I miss this all...BAH I am so far behind. I need to figure out where to get my girls worked in now! Should I assume Elizabeth arrived with her brother, or should I say she is still on her way? I'll hopefully post tonight. If not, tomorrow. I wanted to earlier, but was zonked from taking a Benadryl for a wasp sting. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 16-08-2013, 03:23:07Should I assume Elizabeth arrived with her brother, or should I say she is still on her way? I was keeping it open that Betty could be in with Aurelius, traveling together. My druthers would be for her to have arrived with Aurelius! ’D Wouldn't Elizabeth arrive with the Emperor? I mean, unless the Emperor sent her to go with Aurelius. I just figure that a Princess would probably have to hang around her father so that he can make sure she's behaving the way he wants her to. Quote from: Countdown0 on 16-08-2013, 03:36:33Wouldn't Elizabeth arrive with the Emperor? I mean, unless the Emperor sent her to go with Aurelius. I just figure that a Princess would probably have to hang around her father so that he can make sure she's behaving the way he wants her to.LOL Elizabeth always behaves herself! Just doesn't always behave well...lol If her father said he'd want her to ride with him then she couldn't really argue. Either riding with Her father, or her brother, or Learn...? Just need to know, so I can work on getting a post up. Anyone heard from Strifesblaze7, I want to work in Run as well. She would more likely ride with her father or Aurelius than with Learn. In my head at least, Race is further away from Casting than the Imperial Palace is. If Betty wants to travel with Learn, they could meet on the road to Casting. DI'm comfortable with whatever Curvy Kitten is! She might even just run off! Who knows! That's true. Besides, it would make Learn's job of keeping her safe easier. Now if only the Emperor would just meet up with him too, then everything would work out nicely! ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 16-08-2013, 03:54:10If Betty wants to travel with Learn, they could meet on the road to Casting. DI'm comfortable with whatever Curvy Kitten is! She might even just run off! Who knows! Her run-off....no....> SHHH no tell of my plans. Quote from: Countdown0 on 16-08-2013, 03:56:20That's true. Besides, it would make Learn's job of keeping her safe easier. Now if only the Emperor would just meet up with him too, then everything would work out nicely! DSO...she is traveling with Learn...? I am so confused! LOL Somebody pick one....EDIT: something tells me that she isn't going to like being bossed around any more than I am. :P At least when it stifles her freedom. Curvy, I think we're waiting for you to pick someone. ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 16-08-2013, 04:02:03Curvy, I think we're waiting for you to pick someone. DOH your both no fair or help:P *points to PMs* I did help! I totally tried to fill you in and keep you up to date! 8-) Quote from: doodasaurus on 16-08-2013, 04:03:53*points to PMs* I did help! I totally tried to fill you in and keep you up to date! 8-)And.well...~huffs~ I had a point I swear. LOL I guess I need to figure out which on makes more sense in the time period? I know that her brother had guards and such so would her father, but I also know that Learn used to be her personal guard and knows when or where she would run. So it is like figuring out if her father would have her join him sooner so he could keep an eye on her? Speaking of which were is Mr. Bubbles? Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 16-08-2013, 04:08:50And.well...~huffs~ I had a point I swear. LOL I guess I need to figure out which on makes more sense in the time period? I know that her brother had guards and such so would her father, but I also know that Learn used to be her personal guard and knows when or where she would run. So it is like figuring out if her father would have her join him sooner so he could keep an eye on her? Speaking of which were is Mr. Bubbles? I think you should post to whomever you want. I won't take any offense if it isn't me, I swear! Mr. Bubbles will be gone until next week. He's all busy with offline stuff. Quote from: doodasaurus on 16-08-2013, 04:09:50I think you should post to whomever you want. I won't take any offense if it isn't me, I swear! Mr. Bubbles will be gone until next week. He's all busy with offline stuff. I wish he was online, as she would have to do what ever her father wanted. Either way she is guarded, I just don't want to mess up anyone's plans. I'm probably over thinking it. Curvy, none of my plans would be disrupted either way. It isn't like there will only ever be one scene in the game! You can play with everyone you want, I'm sure, in time. Just not, right now, all at the same time! Quote from: doodasaurus on 16-08-2013, 04:17:12Curvy, none of my plans would be disrupted either way. It isn't like there will only ever be one scene in the game! You can play with everyone you want, I'm sure, in time. Just not, right now, all at the same time! Keeps her smart ass comment to herself~ I can't play with everyone at once? ~fails at her attempt~Well to keep Code from having to edit and to keep things making sense I shall say she arrived with her brother. I'm sure her father would have made sure she was well guarded if not leashed all the way there :P Aurelius wouldn't care what she did. She's a big girl. ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 16-08-2013, 04:23:22 Aurelius wouldn't care what she did. She's a big girl. DLL and this is why she lures her big brother :P Just don't let the old man find out. I hear he's killed people before >.>.>.> Quote from: Countdown0 on 16-08-2013, 05:43:52Just don't let the old man find out. I hear he's killed people before Sgt;.Sgt; Lt;.Lt; Sgt;.Sgt; Lt;.Lt; Sgt;.Sgt;Shhh...the old man is distracted. Furthermore, I won't tell if you don'tand POSTED! Hopefully it is ok, I know I need to go check for typo's, but my head is killing at this point.No, just need to get something up for Run. Meanwhile, I should probably spend some time figuring out how to post Learn's arrival. *serious thinking expression* Phew. My latest post took way too long. I need to shorten them considerably moving forward! And welcome to the game, Curvy Kitten! ’D I'm glad you finally found us over here. I had no idea this had started already. When/how do I jump in? Oh, sorry Eve! Just write an intro of your character travelling to or arriving at Casting. The journey can be as UN/eventful as you'd like, and can travel with some of the other Warlords or on your own. Going to try and get a post out sometime today. Not sure when though because the day is rather busy. Probably tonight after the mini goes to bed. :) Sure thing, Carla. Don't feel under any pressure to rush. I've been a bit behind on everything as well. :-) I totally forgot to add one very crucial thing to the dear brain >. Ponders for a moment. Especially if someone decides their character sounds like Eliana. She always got so mad at me because of my escapades. XD Any of the Warlords who want to travel with the Red Woman? I shouldhopefullybe able to post later today. I have a list (refer to A/A to see list), what I tackle when will depend entirely on how moody my Muse is Quote from: Reeve on 16-08-2013, 19:46:51Any of the Warlords who want to travel with the Red Woman? Anyone know if Strife is still with us? If not I may need to rethink some things with Run. I suppose I can upgrade her to warlord or something. I am still here, and I will have Axon travel with her Red. Quote from: Strifesblaze7 on 16-08-2013, 21:33:00I am still here, and I will have Axon travel with her Red. Cool means Run will be as well. Posted for Moira, she rambled on a bit more than I anticipated, but sometimes my characters like to write themselves. Just curious, what are the arrangements for most of the Nobles retinues? I was thinking something along the lines of Moira, a couple of her maids, and perhaps a small (10 men at the most) contingent of guards being housed at the palace/castle/whatever, while the rest would get rooms at nearby inns and change on a rotating duty schedule kind of thing. Maybe this will help with a post. Damn moody ass muse. I'm entirely too excited about the idea of the barbarians arriving. And not just because that will mean they get to interact with DTW. I suppose I should get to my post as well, though! Sorry for the double-post, but I just noticed that it's Carla's birthday. Happy birthday, Grand Duchess! Thanks Throne! I cannot wait for Brielle to learn who her hunky rescuer truly is *squirms with anticipation* X) Happy Birthday Carla! Oh DTW, you cracked me up so bad with that statue, I needed that laugh, thanks! XD Haha, the statue was great, yes! ’D The timing was also perfect, as Augustus has managed to makeGracelook like the jerk to Llewellyn! That scene... with the statue... too... I... no words... Quote from: Countdown0 on 17-08-2013, 01:49:24That scene... with the statue... too... I... no words... But I bet you laughed, right? XD Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 17-08-2013, 01:57:48But I bet you laughed, right? Brain is gonna show off his immense wealth. And I'm considering having him comment on the statue Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 17-08-2013, 01:57:48But I bet you laughed, right? Dyes. Yes I did. Hey guys. Just a heads-up. The power's out over here, so the speed of my reply at this point is dependent on when I can get on something other than my phone. :-(Quote from: A Japanese Dane on 16-08-2013, 23:47:54Happy Birthday Carla! Thank you! ’D It's Carla's birthday? Like, whoa! Happy birthday! *smooch* Quote from: doodasaurus on 17-08-2013, 04:35:28It's Carla's birthday? Like, whoa! Happy birthday! *smooch*It is indeed...34th to be exact. Thank you, ~grin~ Alright, I posted. Imperials, Learn is crashing the party in the Solar. Sorry about the late reply. It would have come a lot sooner if the power hadn't gone out. And I know I'm too late, but happy birthday Carla. I hope you had a great day. Quote from: Strifesblaze7 on 16-08-2013, 21:33:00I am still here, and I will have Axon travel with her Red. Great, how do we proceed? :) Quote from: Countdown0 on 17-08-2013, 07:17:33Alright, I posted. Imperials, Learn is crashing the party in the Solar. I'm pretty sure you can't crash a party that's open. Unless you're Sahel! ’D Stupid question what would be the proper title for Elizabeth to use when addressing Learn? Sir Red thorn? Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 17-08-2013, 19:01:19Stupid question what would be the proper title for Elizabeth to use when addressing Learn? Sir Red thorn? Generally, an earl is referred to as "my lord". Also, a count (same rank as earl), baron and seigneur. A duke is a "grace", a prince or grand duchess is a "highness", a king or emperor is "majesty" or "royal/imperial highness". Though this is very idiosyncratic, historically. Quote from: doodasaurus on 17-08-2013, 19:14:47Generally, an earl is referred to as "my lord". Also, a count (same rank as earl), baron and seigneur. A duke is a "grace", a prince or grand duchess is a "highness", a king or emperor is "majesty" or "royal/imperial highness". Though this is very idiosyncratic, historically. Yes but Learn is the future Earl correct? So Captain Red thorn? Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 17-08-2013, 19:30:22Yes but Learn is the future Earl correct? So Captain Red thorn? A future earl is styled like a baron, so still "lord", but, like I said, it can beveryidiosyncratic. No attempts were made to standardize addresses until the 19th century and even then it wasn't altogether successful. At a guess, Captain Red thorn would work great! Posted, sorry for the delay. Anybody from Sahel who wants to be traveling with Angora, pm me as I don't follow the IOC closely. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 17-08-2013, 19:30:22Yes but Learn is the future Earl correct? So Captain Red thorn? Captain would be most appropriate I think. He isn't the Earl of Race yet, so, yeah... :P Glad your power's back-up, Marissa! As for the barbarians, you could either proceed immediately to the city, or you could meet up in the south, in Sahel? Get some barbarian RP backstory going, and then time-skip "later that month ..." to your arrival in Casting? Up to you, but if you're traveling together, it'd be helpful to work out how much you've learned about each other in the weeks on the road you've spent in each other's company. I already wrote it as if Angora and Kali are in the city close to their distension. IDK what the others are doing. Half of you all didn't even put tags or locations on your posts >.> So I just skipped over most of it except the first few. The waiting. The waiting :P LQ, I'm sorry my last post wasn't clear enough, but Moira separated from Brain when she entered the city. Brielle won't be able to approach them both since they aren't together any longer. Since Brain's last post mentions a welcoming party though, why not just adjust to having her approach him? She could ask where the Duchess is and be told she'd missed her. :) Quote from: Carla on 19-08-2013, 00:56:49LQ, I'm sorry my last post wasn't clear enough, but Moira separated from Brain when she entered the city. Brielle won't be able to approach them both since they aren't together any longer. Since Brain's last post mentions a welcoming party though, why not just adjust to having her approach him? She could ask where the Duchess is and be told she'd missed her. :)Thanks for the heads-up, I'm not feeling too well right now and am not surprised at all that I missed this. I will fix it right away. Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 19-08-2013, 03:04:37 Thanks for the heads-up, I'm not feeling too well right now and am not surprised at all that I missed this. I will fix it right away. No worries. It may not be as obvious to other people as it was in my own head! Lol :D The worst thing about being a little sick is that you are often also quite bored. :p Oh my! I just got chills. And very worried about my sweet sister :-(Just a heads-up though. The fact that Brielle is Grace's sister isn't public knowledge yet. Officially, she's known as Grace's chamberlain. While rumors would abound about their exact relationship, I imagine most people would assume they were lovers or something given how intimate they are with one another. A charming thought, that. XD Didn't mean to write a novella when I posted, but the basic gist is, arrive -→bathe and change-→crash the little meeting in the Solar. Everything else is just details. ’D That's okay, I like detail. Detail is good. ’D A fine post, indeed, Carla! I'm working on my own at the moment. Just a heads-up, I'm assuming Brielle left the throne room through a side entrance, as opposed to the grand main entrance. So I'm not having Llewellyn react to her just yet. Llewellyn will note Augustus, but I won't hold up the player by engaging him, since he's already moved through the area. If there's any issue with this, please let me know. If I'm informed after the post goes live, I'll edit it as necessary. Moira joining Learn in the party crashing I see :D Did Learn crash the party and I miss it? Well, given that I had posted Learn walking to the Solar before Carla had Moira doing it, I just assumed that eventually he gets there, and then the people who are in the Solar can react to his presence whenever they next post. I didn't post him actually going into the Solar because I didn't know whether there was going to be more interaction between Aurelius and Elizabeth that you wanted to have occurred before he got there or not, but please, if you are in the Solar, and you are posting soon, assume that Learn has just recently entered the room. Like, so recent that he hasn't had time to react to anyone in their yet. All right, my post is up!(Oh my God, I'd completely forgotten about that! Swoons. This is the best thing to ever happen! DI think the site goes down in about an hour for the change in server, but I've copied and pasted it, so I work on my reply even after it goes down. Squees with happiness. I hereby award youallthe bonus points, a free lifetime supply of fine Cheddar, and a Nobel Peace Prize! Does a happy dance. Quote from: Chronicles on 19-08-2013, 09:35:52All right, my post is up!(even got me with that, that was soon cute! I am officially back! Hoping to catch up later tonight as am still recovering from the weekend. Hope everyone is well, and I look forward to jumping back into the fray (:- Rainbow ♥ I want to do some fray jumping! I'm certainly back. ’D lol... Moira is not amused by Aurelius presumption! Especially while his head is ensconced in someone else's lap and when she has no idea who that someone else is. ’D Quote from: Carla on 21-08-2013, 03:38:34lol... Moira is not amused by Aurelius presumption! Especially while his head is ensconced in someone else's lap and when she has no idea who that someone else is. Dataset, isn't getting upset before you understand a situation presumptuous? ’D Quote from: doodasaurus on 21-08-2013, 04:32:18Waitasec, isn't getting upset before you understand a situation presumptuous? DOF course it is! I never said she didn't have a temper. She is just going by what she sees. He's very cozy with a very pretty woman and calling Moira his future wife at the same time...she's willing to be told that the pretty woman is his sister...if she wasn't, she'd have really let her temper get away with her! Aw, you two! ^ It's the start of a beautiful friendship!*Also, I'm glad you liked the wiener dog warrior and the badger barbarian, Marissa, Lamenting. :P Every game needs its mascots.*: Blood may flow before the end of it, though. Hello all, I'm really struggling to catch up on this game ;-; My muse is slowly draining, and it's a horrible feeling... Just updating you all. I'm not too sure what to do at this very moment in time.- Rainbow ♥ Hey Rainbow, Don't feel under any pressure to post until you're ready. At the moment I'm currently stuck with assignments, so my posting speed will slow down a bit until I get them out of the way. If you have too much trouble, feel free to rush through the journey and just skip straight to the castle. Once everyone starts arriving and all of our characters can mingle and interact with one another, it should be a little easier for everyone. Ok, quick question. Assuming the majority of people are at the castle, where would Valerian "finish" his arrival if he went there? Would he just stand outside the gates picking his nose, or would they open the portcullis and let him in? Quote from: xSnorkleRainbow on 22-08-2013, 14:32:10Hello all, I'm really struggling to catch up on this game ;-; My muse is slowly draining, and it's a horrible feeling... Just updating you all. I'm not too sure what to do at this very moment in time.- Rainbow ♥ No worries, Hun. I'm in no rush as I'm way behind myself. Quote from: xSnorkleRainbow on 22-08-2013, 14:32:10Hello all, I'm really struggling to catch up on this game ;-; My muse is slowly draining, and it's a horrible feeling... Just updating you all. I'm not too sure what to do at this very moment in time.- Rainbow ♥ Ok bear with me as I am on my phone and medicated as well. I'm sorry for going poof this passed weekend, but I have been in the hospital all week I collapsed and was taken to the ER. It to all night but they discovered there was an infection of some sort attacking my muscles. By the time I came in it had wrapped from my left lower back to my lower abandon. You can't even imagine how much pain I was in. They admitted me and started giving me meds try to get white count a d everything else with it down. O LY a few days past the realized something was wrong with my left leg as well. Well to keep a long story short I have been here a week, and they still have no idea where I got this infection or really what it is. Apparently something about the way it is preventing them from draining it and stuff. Sorry I have seen so many doctors at this point I'm slightly lost lol So that is why I have not been about and posting. Thankfully I am awards enough to do the sad face and get my dad to bring me my laptop next chance he gets. Posts may be slow, but they will be coming. May poke some to help proofread, so I don't post something utterly readable in my many stages of hospitals lol Sorry for going poof it was really a sudden attack on my system. Keep faith as I'm fighting this tooth and nail and hope to be better soon. Though the doctors say I still have a long road for that, silly old men have no idea how stub your I really am. Loves and hugs to you all, Curvy kitten Wow... >. Get well soon Curvy :D Still in on this just going to be a bit slower on the responses. Sad thing is I think I have one just need to be proofread, and it's read to go just didn't get to that before everything happened. Thankfully my dad is yielding and bringing my tech fix lol Curvy, I hope that everything is okay and that you make a quick recovery! Wow, Curvy! Don't worry about posting Hun, just rest and get better! Curvy, there's no need to apologize for something like that, you silly! As should be readily apparent, you're in all of our thoughts and prayers, and we're all hoping for your swift and full recovery. Keep us informed on what's going on, and keep strong. Get well soon. ’D Brings Curvy the finest soup in all the land. Really, there's no need to apologize at all. I really hope you feel better soon. If there's anything I can do to make things easier for you with posting just let me know. I've been delayed by uni assignments on my end, so my post will probably have to wait until tomorrow. Sorry guys! Quote from: Mr Bubbles on 22-08-2013, 17:13:23Ok, quick question. Assuming the majority of people are at the castle, where would Valerian "finish" his arrival if he went there? Would he just stand outside the gates picking his nose, or would they open the portcullis and let him in? Ponders for a moment. Well... I am enjoying the thought of the one of the most feared and powerful men in all the land picking his nose like some commoner. But he'd be granted immediate entry. It wouldn't do to keep an Emperor waiting. Peeks in~ anyone have enough brain and willing to look at my post and make sure it isn't all medicine head. LOL I tried to make sure to include everyone and have it make sense, but I know there are a ton of typos. Just staring at the screen is starting to make me flail inwardly. Any takers? I just don't want to end up posting nonsense lol Curvy, if you want that kind of critique, I'd be happy to give it to you. *smooch* Quote from: doodasaurus on 24-08-2013, 03:44:44Curvy, if you want that kind of critique, I'd be happy to give it to you. *smooch*Your such a sweetheart thank you so much. Pm coming your way. I'd like to point out the Learn didn't agree to show Moira anything, particularly weaponry of any sort...and she didn't ask him to. Granted she said she'd like to have a discussion about firearms, but she didn't ask him to show her anything, and mostly she was being polite. Quote from: Carla on 24-08-2013, 04:24:23I'd like to point out the Learn didn't agree to show Moira anything, particularly weaponry of any sort...and she didn't ask him to. Granted she said she'd like to have a discussion about firearms, but she didn't ask him to show her anything, and mostly she was being polite. I blame beer. DI also, I think, fixed it! To be fair, Learn does enjoy his guns. He would be very happy to talk to the Duchess, or anyone really, about them. He certainly wouldn't give her one of his though! They were specially made for his hand!!!! I'm really sorry to Throne and anyone else who was held up waiting for me to post. I have two more assignments due in this week, so my posting speed might not be as fast I'd like until next weekend but after that I should be completely free for a couple of weeks. Furthermore, I apologize for the inconvenience. Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 24-08-2013, 14:28:37I'm really sorry to Throne and anyone else who was held up waiting for me to post. I have two more assignments due in this week, so my posting speed might not be as fast I'd like until next weekend but after that I should be completely free for a couple of weeks. I apologize for the inconvenience. There's not a thing to apologize for, m'lady. One's education is incredibly important: it's one of the few things you buy that sticks with you your whole life long, and it's crucial that you focus on it. I think most of the others are keeping themselves somewhat entertained, and I'm happy to wait a short while. In fact, while I am unoccupied, if those of you who are having serious trouble figuring out how you want to enter the game would like to, you are welcome to PM me. I'll help you brainstorm some entrances and some motivations, if they're just not coming to you. So contrary to popular belief, I haven't actually fallen off the face of the earth. Sorry for not being active at all for the past little while, but I did finally get a post up, getting Conan to the palace and on his way to the throne room. I'm just waiting for Rainbow to post. It might be a little before I can post, my muse seems to have gone and committed suicide Quote from: Ember Star on 25-08-2013, 06:48:49I'm just waiting for Rainbow to post. Still struggling ;-; Really sorry for the hold up! I've still yet to catch up v.v;- Rainbow ♥ Quote from: xSnorkleRainbow on 25-08-2013, 18:30:20Still struggling ;-; Really sorry for the hold up! I've still yet to catch up v.v; - Rainbow ♥ It's not an issue. Furthermore, I'm in no rush. Furthermore, I posted! Furthermore, I actually posted! 8D I have to admit, I haven't read everyone's posts yet. I pretty much only read Ember's one properly, so I could get my post out the way. Hopefully I'll have time to catch up properly, I hate just skimming through things! Hope you like Kali so far >D- Rainbow It was a long weekend at work, will work on posting tomorrow on my day off! Damn, Aurelius must have good hearing O.o I have no idea what you're talking about, but I was just framing myself out of the scene. Business calls and I have to leave the game. Good luck and have fun, everyone! That sucks >. Good luck then >. Quote from: doodasaurus on 27-08-2013, 07:15:14I have no idea what you're talking about, but I was just framing myself out of the scene. Business calls and I have to leave the game. Good luck and have fun, everyone!NOON~pouts~ Betty needs her older brother. I understand RL comes into play and I wish you the best of luck, but you will be missed. Quote from: doodasaurus on 27-08-2013, 07:15:14I have no idea what you're talking about, but I was just framing myself out of the scene. Business calls and I have to leave the game. Good luck and have fun, everyone! Leave the game entirely? Or just until things calm down a bit? With Aurelius on the back burner, there's no reason you couldn't return when RL allows. If not, then I hope that the business pulling you away, goes your way. :) Quote from: doodasaurus on 27-08-2013, 07:15:14I have no idea what you're talking about, but I was just framing myself out of the scene. Business calls and I have to leave the game. Good luck and have fun, everyone! You will be missed good Quote from: doodasaurus on 27-08-2013, 07:15:14I have no idea what you're talking about, but I was just framing myself out of the scene. Business calls and I have to leave the game. Good luck and have fun, everyone! That's certainly disheartening. :(I do hope, as some of the others have said above, that this is just a temporary exeunt. If it is more permanent in nature, though, you will be missed. You wrote an excellent character, and I was looking forward to interacting with him. I'm back! Don't have time to read through everything right now. But I will later. For some reason I didn't think it was my turn to post with Elizabeth. Sorry I will get a post up this afternoon. Question: Have we lost our Emperor as well? Buchanan is still in, sorta just wondering if I should wait for Marissa to reply to what Quill wrote before going on. I'm still here. Just been a little distracted with setting up my own group. Then my net was off. I should post soonish. Trying to level out my stuffs, including my part in the Volunteer Auction. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 29-08-2013, 23:48:15For some reason I didn't think it was my turn to post with Elizabeth. Sorry I will get a post up this afternoon. Question: Have we lost our Emperor as well? If he's left, he's yet to tell me. I'll shoot him a message to find out. Quote from: A Japanese Dane on 30-08-2013, 00:17:22Brahanan is still in, sorta just wondering if I should wait for Marissa to reply to what Quill wrote before going on. Sorry Dane, I didn't know anyone was waiting on me. I was waiting on Throne before I continued XD Sorry for keeping you guys out of the loop! I've been ruminating over the decision for a while now, but I'm going to have to bow out of the campaign. Hey everyone, sorry for the delay in getting back. I only just finished my assignments last month (No more until the end of next month. Foot! Foot!) and I've been trying to enjoy some relaxation since then. With our Prince and our Emperor leaving, I just wanted to know if people wanted to keep going with this RP and if so, do you want to take a hiatus until a replacement Emperor can be found, continue going while I search for a new Emperor, or does someone want to adopt an additional character. Thanks in advance, Rise. I'm fine with whatever gets decided, I want to continue, but if people feel like they won't be able to, I'm okay with it ending too It's kind of why I am having trouble getting a post up, trying to figure out how to work around losing them both. My muse is still sort of confused at the moment. I love the characters though and would hate to lose them, but I will go with what the group decides. Like Dane and Curvy, I'm fine with whatever gets decided. I like the game and I like my character. But I do have the volunteer auction coming up, so I'm unsure how active I can be when that's going. It doesn't start until the 13th though, and lasts about a week is all, then once the winning bids stories are started, I should be back in a normal beat with RP elsewhere. My muse is fussy, but I am happy to keep going. I'd be happy to keep going. I was just waiting for someone in the same scene as Learn to post before I did. I'll go along with whatever the group decides though. Quote from: Countdown0 on 01-09-2013, 00:48:25I'd be happy to keep going. I was just waiting for someone in the same scene as Learn to post before I did. I'll go along with whatever the group decides though. I'm sorry I'm just not sure how to work around there no longer being a brother or father in the game for Elizabeth. Though I suppose it doesn't really matter in my next post. I will try and get one up next chance I get. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 01-09-2013, 04:50:32I'm sorry I'm just not sure how to work around there no longer being a brother or father in the game for Elizabeth. Though I suppose it doesn't really matter in my next post. I will try and get one up next chance I get. Yeah, this RP is kind of dependent on having an Emperor >. Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 02-09-2013, 11:08:36Jecter has been gone a week now *sad face**pats your head*Still here if you want me Quill :P Rainbow, I posted (finally). Sorry for the delay. Had my net go off then was unsure about jumping back in until the group was safe. I'll post tomorrow! I just got caught up. Sorry I didn't react to Brielle's entering the throne room, Lamenting. :-(I have to admit I hadn't even read it until tonight! I'll try to keep more on top of things. Just been a busy couple of weeks. Quote from: Chronicles on 05-09-2013, 06:09:13I'll post tomorrow! I just got caught up. Sorry I didn't react to Brielle's entering the throne room, Lamenting. :-(I have to admit I hadn't even read it until tonight! I'll try to keep more on top of things. Just been a busy couple of weeks. Was a little caught off guard by having her leave with him, but it's okay, the conversation going on is worth it. I will post Uber soon ^.^ Sorry, you're right. I assumed she'd follow her sister's command, but it's entirely possible she might not have! Furthermore, I'll be more careful about assuming behavior. Quote from: Chronicles on 06-09-2013, 19:14:35Sorry, you're right. I assumed she'd follow her sister's command, but it's entirely possible she might not have! I'll be more careful about assuming behavior. Did Grace tell her too? I missed that, my bad, lol ^.^ Posted. Tag, your it, Throne :) In case anybody is wondering. I'm waiting on Rainbow. I'll give her a PM poke tomorrow. Hey everyone! I'm really sorry for the delays. I meant to post over the weekend, but I was in a car accident. Don't worry, I'm not hurt at all, but I've been held up trying to get everything fixed up and that meant I had to put off other stuff for uni which I've had to catch up on. I'll try to get someone up tomorrow or the day after. Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 10-09-2013, 16:05:12Hey everyone! I'm really sorry for the delays. I meant to post over the weekend, but I was in a car accident. Don't worry, I'm not hurt at all, but I've been held up trying to get everything fixed up and that meant I had to put off other stuff for uni which I've had to catch up on. I'll try to get someone up tomorrow or the day after.:Glad you're not hurt! Take your time, must have been pretty intense these last few days for you then. I haven't been at my ace either, my leukemia medicine is making me sick -.- Oh, I'm really sorry to hear, Dane. I hope you start feeling better soon. It happens at times, doctors can't do anything, just going to have to pull through Elizabeth and Moira aren't waiting on me, I hope? I wanted to give Moira a chance to accept or reject Elizabeth'as offer to play her some music before I made another post, but if you're waiting for me, I can get a post up before that. Quote from: Countdown0 on 12-09-2013, 04:04:01Elizabetha and Moira aren't waiting on me, I hope? I wanted to give Moira a chance to accept or reject Elizabeth'as offer to play her some music before I made another post, but if you're waiting for me, I can get a post up before that. Oh! I actually was thinking it was your turn, but it's not big if you want me to go first. I have to work tomorrow, but can post by Friday at the latest. :) Quote from: Carla on 12-09-2013, 04:25:28Oh! I actually was thinking it was your turn, but it's not big if you want me to go first. I have to work tomorrow, but can post by Friday at the latest. :)He-he, I'd prefer if you go first if that's okay. Learn would wait for Moira to answer the offer for a song =D Sorry for the delay on my end. I'll be posting at some point tonight. I'm glad you're unhurt, Marissa, and I hope your car troubles get sorted out soon (if they haven't been already). And good luck with your battle, Dane. Keep strong and persevere. Quote from: MarissaSeraphOfInsanity on 10-09-2013, 16:05:12Hey everyone! I'm really sorry for the delays. I meant to post over the weekend, but I was in a car accident. Don't worry, I'm not hurt at all, but I've been held up trying to get everything fixed up and that meant I had to put off other stuff for uni which I've had to catch up on. I'll try to get someone up tomorrow or the day after.*snuggles* I am so happy you are okay! As some of you may know the Volunteer Auction (today and I am one of the ones taking part as volunteer. Because of my part in the auction, my attention may wave away from RP and onto it, depending on how much activity it gets. Though I believe it'll be less the auction itself that distracts me and more the planning for my new stories after the auction that will fill my time more. However, should I be needed in the next 2–3 weeks, and you don't see me for more than a day or two in the IOC, feel free to give me a pm poke to get my attention. Hey everyone, Sorry, I haven't been as attentive in my duties as GM as I should have been due to a few personal issues on my end. I notice the RP has been dead for a while now. I just thought I'd better check and see if everyone is still onboard. Once again, apologies for the delays. I'm still here! Been waiting for Throne... I am indeed still on board! I'm still here Still lurking. Furthermore, I'm still around.

An Empire Asunder ~ OOC|rating:3.0

Little Town of Hamlin (AFMBE)

Lately there have been some absurd tales coming with the refugees. The dead are, supposedly, getting up and killing peopleen mass. Nonsense of course. Hamlin town won't be torn apart by destructive rumors. It will endure as it has always endured. It might not be rich, there might not be a wall, and the army might not care, but it will endure. In late spring, on the first warm day in weeks, the Mayor of Hamlin, Nicklaus Schultheis, has called a town meeting in the square. Everyone rises early in the morning, as the Mayor is accustomed to making his speeches before the day's work starts, and heads to the town square. Hamlin's cobbled town square is surrounded by the town's important buildings, so that they can be found easily. The Mayor's house, painted a very bright white, occupies the entire south side of the square; it is easily twice the size of any other and plush with it, and it faces inwards onto the plaza so that the Mayor can address the people from his balcony, which has an ebony rail and is supported by marble pillars carved with bunches of grapes, cherubs and other things. Across the square on the north side is the Merchant's Guild, a close second in size to the Mayor's house for the biggest building and almost as decorative. The few merchants in the village live here, but it also serves to accommodate visitors. Most of the merchants, with the news of the plague, recently took their wealth and their families and sailed north to England, hoping to escape. Beside the guild is the Hamlin Watch House, which is a plain stone-and-mortar building with barred basement windows suggesting a dungeon, and with a second floor doubling as the Hamlin Militia Barracks. On the east side of the square is the chapel, which has served Hamlin for years, many generations before its recognition as a town; an unusually large, very ancient and very beautiful church drenched in long ceremony and tradition, with many carvings, hangings, icons, stained-glass, golden and silver liturgical objects. The priest, David of Karo (a new arrival, fresh from the Vatican itself) stands outside, dressed in full and very rich ecclesiastical gear, a crosier in one hand and a terrible in the other. On the west side are two buildings. One is the town inn, belonging to Hans her Eastward, the other is the forge belonging to Johann Schmidt, the town blacksmith, whose loud but pleasant bass voice can be heard even now across the square, lifted in song in time to the beating of his hammer as he forges something or other. Johann, a huge, burly man, bald and with muttonchops, is always up at dawn and awake well into the night, forging all day and every day, rain or shine, including Sundays and festival days. It's astounding that he's kept this pattern up all through the twenty-eight years he's been in the trade. Ten thousand days without pause. Of course, these aren't representative of the houses in Hamlin. Most are far more modest, ranging down through respectable townhouses and shops, through small but well-kept-up cottages, single-room houses with wooden walls and many a leak, through nasty ratty hovels on the outskirts, all the way down to a tumbledown wattle-and-daub thatcher's cottage that is in all honesty little more than a shack. It is the town eyesore, being as close as it is to the nice houses. Meanwhile, in the square, people nervously watch the balcony for the Mayor's arrival and pretend to wonder aloud what he wants to announce, maybe to reassure themselves, though really everyone knows: by all accounts, the Quick Dead are coming. Daily stands in the crowd his knife at his side, he never went anywhere without it, awaiting the morning speech. Arriving at the square from the west side, Logos throws a glance filled with contempt at the chapel and the so-called Priest, and then takes a position near the forge, the heat from it not bothering him much. He tries to avoid the mass of people but still be close enough to hear what the Mayor is going to say. Heinrich rises up early, has a good scrub and puts on his less worn clothes so he can be somewhat presentable at the town meeting. Once in town, he tries to stand near some of the other young men at the meeting in hopes that, if the Mayor's speech turns out to be too boring or complicated, he'd at least be able to hear what the other men say about it and get an idea about what's going on. Hans sits by the open window with Claudia just tucking into their morning repast. The inn is quiet this morning, what with the meeting and the rumors circulating the countryside Hans has few guests, despite the time of year. Frieda is pottering around in the kitchen, but soon appears with 3 steins of a light mead. The family expect to be busy after the meeting with people gathering to discuss the Mayor's speech so are taking the rare opportunity to eat together before they are rushed off the feet. Hans hopes his staff turn up in good time this morning, Johann the kitchen boy has been tardy of late, but he and Frieda were up especially early in anticipation of the meeting, so there is little left to do until the customers come in. Chastised his room at the Inn and made his way to the common area. Chas had a naturally comely face with blonde hair and blue eyes, but it is marred by a long jagged scar running across his left cheek to the corner of his mouth, twisting it upwards. The lower half of his left ear is missing from the same accident. He is trying unsuccessfully to grow a beard to cover his disfigurement but his young age of 16 and fair hair color is making it all but impossible. He is left with only patchy fuzz on his cheeks and chin, making his appearance look generally neglected and more unappealing overall. Furthermore, he wears boiled leathers and a broadsword hangs from his hip." Good morrow Inn-keep." Chas takes a silver out his money pouch and places it on the counter." That is enough until the end of the week I trust? I hope Dolorous has been no troubles." Chas gestures to his mare tied up out front. He had tied her outside in view of his room's window so he could keep a personal eye on it. Hans had offered to feed and groom the mare for him, but Has had refused. He was a squire after-all and had been personally caring for Dolorous for many years. Chas had intentionally risen late so that he could be the last to arrive at the meeting. He wanted to take a place at the back of the crowd where he could stand with his horse without being in other people's way. When most of the town is assembled, the Mayor Nicklaus Schultheis has his balcony door swung open by two of his men — tall, black-tunic-clad bullyboys with big muscles, short swords in their belts and pot helmets perched on their shaven heads — and steps out on the balcony, to some slight, scattered applause. Schmidt's hammer stops clanging. A cloud passes briefly over the sun, plunging everyone in the square into darkness and cold for about half a minute. The Mayor is a rotund man, tall and once strong, but his powerful frame is running increasingly to fat. His skin is pasty and pallid. The features on his wide, jowly face are broad and coarse. He has a big, squashed-in nose that seems to have no bridge at all and his lips in particular are extremely thick and full. His brown eyes are pink and watery, and from the amount of stubble on his many chins, he last shaved about a week ago. Wearing a long bear-fur cloak covering his body down to the floor, fastened around his neck by a brass chain linked to a brooch on each breast, and a tall black and red velvet hat on his brown haired-head, he coughs a few times until silence falls, steps onto a box (as if he needed more elevation), raises his pudgy arms, the fingers adorned with rings, and then begins to scream his speech. Schultheis' voice must have been damaged at some point in his past, for he never talks like a normal person. Face-to-face, he either whispers or barks, and when he wants to talk in a loud voice, including every time he gives a speech to the town, he shrieks." My good citizens of Hamlin town,"screams the Mayor across the square from his perch,"the plague of France continues to spread. I have heard tales of the dead within our borders and I fear there will come a time when even our little town must face these creatures. I must ask all of you to lay aside your usual labors, and bend your backs to help raise walls and pickets around the town and to defend your homes with every ounce of courage you have! My men need every strong worker to raise the walls around our homes and I call upon you all to help them." The peasants and traders that make up the majority of the townsfolk react in a sort of resigned shock. They gasp and mutter to each other, because although the threat was always existent, until now, when it really begins to affect them, it wasn't real. There is a clatter and a pervading smell of incense as David of Karo drops his terrible to the floor in surprise. A few of the people here and there go so far as to faint in fear. Some panic, their efforts to escape thwarted by the crowd packed into the small square, and a sizeable minority begins to quiver in their boots, but for the most part, the townspeople firm up their jaws and await further instruction. Has arrives late to the speech, leading Dolorous behind him. He had known the dead were coming, after all, that is what he was running from. Has has a good mind to get on his horse and leave the townsfolk of Hamlin to fend for themselves, but he would hear out the man's speech, he owed them that much for allowing him to winter here." I already know what Sir Mannerly would tell me to do." Chas mutters to himself. "Anything suitable that can be sacrificed must be," shrieks the Mayor." Cut down the trees and sharpen their boughs into stakes. Build a fence around the town out of anything you can find! Barrels and chests are to be emptied and filled with rocks to buttress the fence. Use the doors of your houses if you must. My men will prepare the Merchant's Guild as a safe house in case it's needed. We must defend Hamlin!" There is a small cheer. The Mayor disappears inside, and people begin to rush around, snatching up benches and so on, and running to the outskirts of town, starting at the west. The Mayor's men open the doors to his manor and begin rolling huge barrels of water and carrying sacks of what you assume is food across the square to the Merchant's Guild. Johann Schmidt's hammer begins banging again, a little more quickly than before, and this time he sings a martial beat to accompany it, a song of old, forgotten times and battles long ago and far away. Daily hurries off with the crowd, helping to construct what will hopefully protect them. Logos, turns to mutter a farewell to the smith and then goes off to help with the construction of the fence. Heinrich stretches and cracks his knuckles before moving to help. His dad always said that he was good for blessedly few things, but moving heavy objects was one of them. Has would help fortify the town, but first he wanted to be prepared himself. After the speech finishes and the crowd disperses Has makes his way to the forge with Dolorous following behind." Good morrow Johann! Did you hear the news? War is coming. It looks like you will have to start working overtime." Chas gives a lop sided grin to go along with his jape." I'm looking to get the mare re-shod and at-least a dozen quarrels; two if they are affordable. What do you have when it comes to armor? The militia has probably taken everything of quality and I doubt I can afford anything more than a spare buckler, but even that would be a boon." Hans is a little taken aback at the Mayor's words. Empty the barrels, but what will we eat, what will we drink?he thinks to himself. Nevertheless, he quickly finishes his meal and goes down to the cellar to see what he has in the way of casks and barrels. If anyone comes in, send them down here to mere calls to Frieda as he descends the stairs. The wall begins to come together. Planks are nailed together to hold up a few benches, held up by huge rocks moved by the absurdly strong Riemann, seven feet tall and the local forester. So far, about fifteen feet's worth of wall around the town has be reinforced in this way. Morale seems to be high. Boys collect sticks and offcuts of wood to be piled in what used to be the fountain, for a bonfire. Riemann fells trees to be dragged into place. Fortifying the village does not seem to be impossible. Originally Posted by ThirtyThr33 "I'm looking to get the mare re-shod and at-least a dozen quarrels; two if they are affordable. What do you have when it comes to armor? The militia has probably taken everything of quality and I doubt I can afford anything more than a spare buckler, but even that would be a boon." The forge contains enough blunt, heavy items to outfit an entire company of soldiers. Johann greets Has with a great smile, but looks a little offended when asked to re-shoe his horse." I'm not a farrier," he says, but hands over a couple of handfuls of quarrel-heads without any mention of payment: 30 of them." No point profiteering,"he smiles. "You'll have to get Siegfried the Fletcher to put some shafts on them." Though short on any type of weapon and with no armor at all, he's lately been working on a big construction bill, so mallets and tools are plentiful. Originally Posted by Bushido ugh Hans is a little taken aback at the Mayor's words. Empty the barrels, but what will we eat, what will we drink? He thinks to himself. Nevertheless, he quickly finishes his meal and goes down to the cellar to see what he has in the way of casks and barrels. If anyone comes in, send them down here to me, he calls to Frieda as he descends the stairs. The cellar is well-stocked with barrels of ale and beer, with the odd cask of wine and mead. Getting them out of the cellar may be a mission in itself. "Many thanks Johann." Chas takes the bag of quarrel heads and puts it in his saddlebag with the rest of his miscellaneous equipment." If you are not accepting payment, could I be of service in some other way? I see you have a lot of heavy stock here that needs distributing... Would you have need of a horse? Dolorous here could make short work of some of those deliveries." Chas takes the entire saddlebag off the mare, slinging it over his shoulder and offers the reigns to Johann. "I can't ride a horse,"says Johann, looking at the horse with distrust." If you could hand out these tools to people, and the weapons, I'd be grateful, though. If you can't, don't worry." He turns and frantically returns to his singing and pounding on a piece of steel he has turned into a rough sword blade. "Very well, I will." Chas slings his saddlebag back onto Dolorous and begins loading as much equipment as he can onto the horse." I think I will head out to the walls first, then the inn and the farrier and Fletcher last. Any advice before I go?" "Can't say anything more specific than 'be careful', I'm afraid,"says Johann, leaving off from his sword-making to pack as many of the makeshift weapons as he can into a sack and handing it over. "Many thanks Johann." After the pair have loaded the horse to capacity, Has leads her by the reigns to the nearest section of wall that is being constructed. He hands out the equipment to anyone who looks like they could put it to use. Chas spies a small group of people working together he recognizes." Heinrich, Logos, Daily! How goes the labor? Do you need any tools or equipment?" Chas offers a wooden spear in one hand and a shovel in the other. Spoiler Hide Any particular reason the blacksmith has recently taken to making things out of wood? A few of the Mayor's men are watching the labor taking place. Occasionally one of them steps in to help Riemann the forester to shift a tree over a stump or a couple of peasants to balance a piece of wood while it's nailed in place, but mostly they just watch, running off every few minutes to report to the Mayor. The wall is coming together fairly nicely. Someone raps hard on Hans' door." Open up, there's at least three strong pairs of hands in there!"comes the call. Frieda opens the door and sends the voice's owner down to Hans. It turns out to be one of the Mayor's lads, Erich, a huge man with a paunch and a beard." Hello, sir,"he says." An innocent question. Do you care about all our lives? Your life? Your family's lives? Is there a reason your family isn't helping us defend the town?" "Ah, Has. I'm managing well thank you." Dalius continues to help to construct the wall. "Hello, Has. I suppose we're doing as well as expected. Do you believe the talk of the dead are coming back?" You can see Heinrich is trying to sound as if he's scoffing at the thought, but he's worried about it being true. "Did I never tell you the fate of my liege Sir Mannerly?" Chas' eyes go distant as he relives the terrible memories." I don't just believe the stories, I've seen it with my own eyes. He died a hero, trying to keep the risen at bay while the others escaped. I recovered his body the following night, to speed it home so he might be buried with his ancestors, as was my duty as his squire. Even a heroes death was not enough to stop the change that overcame him... When I feared for my life I gathered what I could use and took my leave; I couldn't bring myself to strike down my mentor." Chas' eyes regain focus, and he looks you in the eye." Trust me when I tell you this threat is every bit as real and dangerous as they say... perhaps even more-so. There are foul magics at play here; may The Lord protect our souls." "You have... seen this?" Heinrich pales at the thought." But... how can we fight the dead? What have they to lose?" The wall continues to come together, but enthusiasm flags. People just can't keep going all day no matter how much they want to, besides which there is a dearth of suitable wood. Hans' barrels, doors of shacks, branches of trees cut to points and made into a picket: it all smacks of desperation. It continues at this rate until dusk, progress being decidedly unspectacular, but steady, and people are mentally congratulating themselves, and just preparing to take the night to sleep and maybe finish the wall tomorrow, when someone riding a horse and whipping it furiously comes charging down the west road as if death itself were chasing him; which, come to think of it, it may well be. He careers into town, down the main street, yelling the whole way in what is recognizably German, but with a strange dialect." The dead's coming! Thousands! Abandon your home and run, for the dead's coming! Half-day's walk, and coming this way!" The rider comes to a rapid halt upon reaching the town square, where the Mayor has come out onto his balcony to listen to his words. "The dead's on their way, milord. Hundreds, thousands of them's marching here. They's already sacked three towns in the past week!" Many of the refugees call out to confirm this. After delivering his message, the rider mounts his steed again and rides off, seeking to warn towns further north. The travelers passing through the town immediately pack up and start moving on, accustomed to fleeing at a moment’s notice. Several residents also begin packing their own belongings and following the refugees’ lead. The Mayor looks a little conflicted, but he claps his hands and screams out to the townsfolk:"We have a single night to prepare the defenses, from the sound of it,"he announces, and gives an order to his men's leader, distinguished by the white breast on his tunic, then retreating to his office. The townsfolk that have remained begin working double-time, offering their doors and furniture to the cause. Johann hands out weapons to passers-by, refusing steadfastly to move from his forge and work on a wall. The Mayor's men go around to round up all able-bodied people. A dry stone wall is being erected between the houses surrounding the plaza, which are to serve as a secondary defensive line in case the first wall falls. In a brilliant flash of insight (for him), the Mayor has had houses around the town designated to be filled with food and water as temporary safe houses, should the lines be breached but the defenders unable to reach the fallback area around the square, and these all fly a flag emblazoned with the town arms. The pervading feeling of panic and the sense that not enough can be done whatever happens is not much helped by the darkness, but the Mayor refuses to allow the bonfire to be lit. Many of the children old enough to help fall asleep where they stand from exhaustion. Spoiler Hide Nobody loses any EPs yet, as the work wasn't intensive enough until now, and you haven't been awake all that long. Now that it's been amped up you will probably start to get tired. I'll assess losses when you stop working Hans brushes aside the question with one of his own.Ah, Erich!! Finally come to help me, have you? I've been sorting through the casks and barrels down here and there are a few empties, but I'll need some hands and a block and tackle to get them up through the hatch. The dray man normally brings his own. In the stable outside there's an old cart, plus a few old tables and benches, other than that we'll have to start on the guest rooms and the common room I suppose. Logos returns to the forge and addresses the smith, Hail, Johann, would you happen to have a large sledgehammer I could use as a weapon? Spoiler Hide Quick question, does pretty much everyone in this village worship at the chapel with the priest guy? Spoiler Hide Yes, and if you plan to go around telling people you don't it'll be a wonder if you survive very long. "You got the last one,"Johann chuckles, looking unusually tired and stressed. The laugh sounds a little forced, but he picks up a large and heavy sledgehammer head from a table that is rapidly running out of tools and makeshift weapons, and throws it across the room at Logos as if it were an apple." You'll need to find a handle for that,"he says." Good luck finding any spare wood." Spoiler Hide Sledgehammer stats: Damage (short punch) D6 (3) x STR Damage (swing) D10 (5) x STR May be used two-handed in either instance, raising effective STR by 1. Damage Capacity is 30; damage in any one blow in excess of this causes the full damage to the enemy but splinters the handle, rendering the hammer useless. Thank you, Johann. See you later. Alojos turns to leave, muttering an all prayer for Johann under his breath. Spoiler Hide I figured it would be something like that. Just making sure. Thanks for the stats! Heinrich, concerned about the situation, hurries home to bring his ailing mother inside the palisade, as well as make sure he has his hunting knife and a stout cudgel with him. The way things are going, a good hunk of wood will be hard to find in the village once there's need for it. About midnight, the stench of death rises. There are still gaps in the wall, but everyone puts in a last burst of effort to close them off as much as possible. Spoiler Hide Everyone takes d10 or 2d10 EP loss, depending on how heavy you guess your work was. . Sooner or later, a chorus of moans comes up from...the south of the town! The Mayor's been having you fortify the west wall most heavily, and now this. Everyone prepared to fight rushes to the south picket while the others retreat. Before long, an army of walking corpse shoves into view. Spoiler Hide Fear Tests all round, at -4 for seeing so many zombies at once. Nerves of Steel won't help you here, except to offset the penalty; it's definitely supernatural. The most part of the dead are peasants shambling along slowly and stinking. About one in ten are dressed as soldiers or militiamen. They carry weapons - swords, axes, and vast clubs - and lope along quite quickly, waiting when they get too far ahead for the others to catch up, and so displaying some degree of intelligence. The bell in the church strikes one." Fear not, my sons!"calls David of Karo from the bell tower." God watches over you." He begins to loudly say a prayer in Latin. The zombies get closer. A few of the townsfolk who have brought bows, draw them and fire, cutting down only one. The dead shamble on, a couple bristling with arrow shafts, but unperturbed. Hans does not feel particularly tired from the day, but as the wave of dead approaches he quails. Pulling himself together, he claims his cudgel from under the bar and slips a carving knife from the kitchen into his belt. He ensures his two girls are safe in one the the designated houses and returns to the rest of the men with a few wagons of ale to steady frayed nerves Spoiler Hide EP Loss (1d10)[2] fear (1d10+2)[8] (+4 fear difficulty, -2 WP) Spoiler Hide EPS loss for Has (1d10)[8] EPS loss for Dolorous (2d10)[6] Fear test for Has (1d10+2)[5] Feat test outcome for Has (1d10-2)[4] = simply scared for a few seconds but was able to recover. Fear test for Dolorous (1d10-1)[6] if required Fear test outcome for Dolorous (1d10+1)[11] = Flight: Victim runs away screaming for 1 Turn. If cornered, the victim may fight or react in a more rational way. Lose 2 Essence points. Has blanches a few moments as the walking dead come into view. There are so many. Upon catching the scent of death on the breeze Dolorous goes into a panic."Whoa, girl. Steady, Steady, Calm." Chas tries to calm the mare before she can tear the reigns from his grip. After a few seconds she steadies, still breathing heavily and pawing uncomfortably at the earth." There you go... see, nothing to be afraid of." Chas says as he pats Dolorous on the nose. Chas takes the crossbow off the back of his horse and ties the open bag of quarrels to his belt after loading the first shot. His shield remains on the horse, tied to a nearby post, but his sword is still in its sheath on the other side of his belt. Has takes a place at the top of palisade wall and waits until he has a clear shot. Spoiler Hide EP Loss (1d10)[8] Fear test (1d10+4)[6] Did I do this right? Sorry, my first AMBER. Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by PPA Spoiler Hide EP Loss (d10+5)[9] Fear test [roll1] Did I do this right? Sorry, my first AMBER. The Fear test is at -4, not +4. You also need to add your Willpower, which is 2. Your roll is 4. Result: (d10+5)[9] Nothing, really. Dolorous rears and bolts, regaining her composure in a few seconds and meekly returning. A laborer beside Hans knocks one of the flagons to the floor. "Now is not the time!" he roars. "Look at that!"and he indicates the approaching horde, who are now well within bow-range. Another volley of arrows is fired, hitting some of them, but dropping only two. Hundreds remain. There is a definite sense of panic. Spoiler Hide Aiming crossbow: Gives bonus to hit at the cost of delaying action to end of round. Aim bonus = success level on: (1d10+5)[15] (Crossbow + PE) Crossbow to hit: (1d10+6)[12] + Aim - Range penalty Crossbow damage: (1d10*3)[6] This comes to a 4th level success if they are within 65 yards/meters, doing a total of 9 damage. If they are further, it doesn't get bonus damage. PS: How are we handling reloading a crossbow? I assume 1 turn to fire, 1 turn to reload? Can I use movement or defense actions while reloading? Has takes aim and waits for the right time to fire. He singles out of the closest attackers and squeezes the release. Spoiler Hide Sorry, been busy recently, a few of my friends are going to leave for Japan tomorrow, and we're hanging out. Okay, can I assume I have all of my gear with me? And rolls: (1d10-2)[0] and how bad if I fail (Which I will.) (1d20+2)[4] Will edit depending on the outcome. Daily' eyes grow wide. Oh my god, their hideous. He stares blankly for a few seconds then grips his halberd, ready to fight back the risen-dead. The crossbow bolt flies through the air, catching one of the dead people in the hand and doing very little of note. They continue to approach, walking into another volley, which cuts down two more; you can see the individual flaps of skin flaking off them. They will be upon you in seconds. The men at the front line try to steel themselves, clutching their makeshift weapons as tightly as they are able. Spoiler Hide A round to reload sounds good. Spoiler Hide Endurance loss: (2d10)[9] Fear Test: (1d10+1)[4] (unless nerves of steel just removes the penalty) then it is (1d10+5)[12] also, inspired only have to make a simple difficulty fear test, but I couldn't find that particular number in the book Fear Result (if failed fear test): (1d10-1)[3] unless the second roll is taken, then it is (1d10-5)[5] Sorry I am new as well and not sure what this results in. Spoiler Hide Uses is right, Corwin is only briefly shaken; he gets no mechanical penalty. "How did they get so close so fast?" Chas runs back too Dolorous to fix the crossbow to her pack and retrieve his shield. Has takes up position at the parapets again, this time with sword and shield on hand. The dead continue to come forwards, briefly slowed by the walls, being forced to wedge themselves through tiny gaps, which they achieve with ease, to be cut down with difficulty by furious peasants with cudgels and pitchforks. Each of you finds yourself facing a dead peasant too busy forcing his way through one gap or other in the fence to take much notice of you at the moment, except Has, who is confronted by a huge rotting soldier holding a similarly huge mace, who has used it to knock aside the pickets in his way, demonstrating vast strength. He raises the mace above his head and swings it at Has. Spoiler Hide To-hit (d10+7)[8] DEX 3 Club 4 Damage (d10*4)[24] Luckily, he misses, for the force of the blow puts a deep dent in the ground that would otherwise have been in Has' head. Has steps to the side as the hammer comes crashing down." Strong... but slow a clumsy." Chas counter-attacks with two slashes of his own and is ready to block any further attacks. Spoiler Hide "Attack 1" - (1d10+8)[18] +3 from Rule of 10, see IOC = 21 "Damage" - (1d8*6)[6] +30 from 6th level success on Attack. "Attack 2" - (1d10+6)[14] "Damage" - (1d8*6)[30] Damage rolls have taken Slashing into account. If the zombie has armor, subtract double the armor to correct the order of operations. Preemptive Defense "Shield 1" - (1d10+10)[13] "Shield 2" - (1d10+6)[14] Shield can take damage if I pass by 3 or less, but not if I fail or succeed well. The sword hacks into the dead soldier's left arm, lopping it neatly off. A second strike cuts off its left leg at the knee, toppling it to the floor. Looking most perturbed, it swings its mace at Has from the floor. Meanwhile, the other zombies work their way through the gaps. Spoiler Hide You've probably noticed; combat's going to be run very loosely during this game; anyway: Attack: (d10+7)[14] Damage: (d10*4)[4] The huge mace crashes into the shield, causing a jarring pain to shoot up Has' arm and almost knocking the shield from his grasp, though it appears to be fully intact. The dead man's strength is almost as impressive as the fact that he has lost two limbs and doesn't seem to care. Seeing his effort so far has been futile, Has tries to drop the risen warrior in a single attack." Why won't you die?" Chas swings wildly at the man's head. Spoiler Hide Targeted attack to head Attack - (1d10+4)[13] Damage - (1d8*9)[9] Preemptive Defense Shield 1 - (1d10+10)[16] Shield 1 - (1d10+8)[12] Armor - (1d4)[2] Hans takes a swing at the Zombie, hoping to down it quickly with an overhead smash or two. Hans still sakes a little, but steels himself for the task ahead. He must stop them from reaching his girls. Spoiler Hide Hand weapons (1d10+5)[6] Damage (using Bat/Club/Pipe/Chair stats and 2 handed) (1d8*4)[4] If the first misses/fails to kill Hand weapons (1d10+3)[8] Damage (1d8*4)[20] --- Sorry I read the thread on my phone and forgot to reply when I got in from work. Logos takes a swing at the abomination in front of him, using his new sledgehammer. Spoiler Hide Hand weapon skill (1d10+2)[7] Sledge damage: (1d6x3)[3] The sword swings into the head of the dead soldier with a chunking sound as it cuts shallowly into the scalp, chipping the skull. Unperturbed, it continues its assault with the mace. Spoiler Hide (d10+7)[12] (d10*4)[24] It's an extremely strong blow, and Has and his shield are only saved by expert blocking as the mace bounces off the shield boss and the whole shield vibrates with an audible hum. The others force their way past the pickets and try to push Logos and Hans to the floor. Spoiler Hide Opposed Strength rolls please, against (d10+4)[10] for Logos (d10+4)[11] for Hans Logos attempts to stop the undead monstrosity from getting past him. Spoiler Hide Opposed strength check DC 10: (1d10+2)[12] The attacker is relentless; Has may have him out skilled, but the undead will surely win by attrition. Even if he floors this abomination, there is an entirehordestill to come. Has is desperate, and momentarily forgets his training; he flails wildly at the man's head with his sword, leaving himself open for a counter-attack. Spoiler Hide Targeting the head Attack 1 - (1d10+4)[8] Damage1 - (1d8*9)[72] Attack 2 - (1d10+2)[8] Damage 2 - (1d8*9)[36] Attack 3 - (1d10)[4] Damage 3 - (1d8*9)[72] Preemptive defense Shield 1 - (1d10+10)[12] Shield 2 - (1d10+4)[13] Armor - (1d4)[2] The dead peasant fighting Hans flings him to the floor and rushes off into the village, met by Johann who defends the inner barricade desperately with a sword. Logos is able to keep his back. This is the order of the day. The townsfolk and the few refugees who have stayed to help find themselves hopelessly outmatched, putting up a stern resistance despite a day's sleep simply because they are defending their homes and families, in the name of a greedy, worthless Mayor who hasn't been bothered to hire professional defense forces. Worst of all, when the defenders fall they get up again to join the rotting tide. You are forced backwards as they sweep the streets. The Mayor stands furious and impotent on his balcony, shouting at any man, woman and child within earshot. At two in the morning, the church bell rings again, and morale rises briefly. At three, it never does, and to your horror, more dead emerge from the small crypt below. Having already slain the priest, they rampage around the inner boundary, attacked by the Mayor's men. As dawn starts to break, a strange change comes over the dead. They stop fighting and stand still. Spoiler Hide Difficult Perception Tests all round Picking himself up, and thankful to only be slightly bruised, Hans retreats with the rest of the defenders. When the dead stop moving he carefully decides to make his way to the house containing Frieda and Claudia. Spoiler Hide Perception (1d10+3)[6] +3 notice Has notices a high ringing in his ears. Animals, including Dolorous, begin going mad, prancing around in circles. Then, the ringing stops, and so do the dancing animals. Seconds later, it begins again, and all the risen dead stand to attention and begin to march north. Far in the distance, a single figure can be seen walking away, followed by all of them. The townsfolk's despair changes to relief. When the last of them disappear over the north horizon, the barrels of beer and stocks of food are brought out, and everyone comes forth to celebrate the victory, no matter how small it may be. Has has a drink in hand, but he doesn't feel me has earned it. The townsfolk might not realize it, but the enemy retreat had nothing to do with their paltry defense. Chas tells his friends Hans and Logos of the figure he saw and odd ringing he heard just prior to the withdrawal and the effect it had on Dolorous." Do you think it means the walkers are acting on instinct like animals and someone has mastered them?" He shudders at the thought. Logos begins speaking What you saw definitely implies a leader of some kind. Or some kind of force intent on the destruction. Alojos takes a long swig from his drink, and then looks at his sledgehammer, I think from now on, I am not leaving home without my spear. Who or what could have caused such an abomination to arise? Alojos looks at the barricades, or rather, what was left of them, his eyes full of sorrow. Leader, yes, but a force intent on destruction? I'm dubious. A destructive force would not have stopped them and taken them away surely? We were beaten, why leave? I just assumed destruction based on what the rider who gave us the warning said. A wave of destruction that has wiped out everything in its path. However, your point is also valid. Now I am troubled by whatever the reason they had for leaving. One of the Mayor's men, tall, thin and very tired-looking, comes around to each of you in turn." Mayor wants to see you in his office,"he grunts. As Has follows the messenger to the Mayor's office he thinks out loud;"Perhaps there is more than one great force at work... A great Evil to send them and a greater Good to hold them back?" He wants to see me? Hans looks slightly worried. Err, ok After a moments' hesitation, he follows the henchman Very well, I will follow you now. Alojos sets down his drink and food, and follows the Mayor's man. Before too long you find yourself before a tired-looking but very happy Mayor who sits in an opulent office behind a mahogany desk." Hello, sirs,"says he." I heard you were on the front line fighting as bravely as ever a man could, so I'd like to commend you;"and he passes each of you a brass medal engraved with the words Commendation; for services to Hamlin Town." Is there possibly any reward I could sort out for you gentlemen?"he continues. "It was my honor to serve." Chas accepts the medal graciously." I ask only that I be allowed leave to travel to my homeland as soon as the route is clear. I have friends and family who largely depend upon me; probably even more-so with such a great threat looming."

Little Town of Hamlin (AFMBE)|rating:4.0

Switch Trick (Nazora & Reiji)

It was a sleazy hotel on the outskirts of Las Vegas, the place was a bit run down, but still active. There was a small bar with a stage where nighttime shows were put on. Usually, the shows featured girls, tonight was no exception. Somehow, Samantha had managed to book a show here, not really knowing that the audience would expect to see more than just a regular magic show. It had been a long time searching to get her venue in Vegas. But her first big break was turning out to be a comic misunderstanding of epic proportions. The manager of the hotel had assumed the magic show was risqué peep show type bit, while Samantha had assumed they wanted real magician, like herself. Samantha bowed to the audience, most of the nights tricks had been her usual fare, cheap parlor room magic somewhat well done. Sometimes it seemed like the few people who came to her magic shows were men who liked to see a cute young girl in tights that fit her curvaceous body perfectly. She smiled, performing the ring trick perfectly, then the standard fare of distracting the audience to release a flower or colored cloth from her hand, or stuff it in one hand and make it disappear. The amazing thing about that trick was she had no sleeves, but this audience merely stared. Tough Crowd Someone yelled for her to make her clothes disappear, she frowned at the rudeness as the crowd became increasingly restless. She was beginning to realize there was a big difference in expectations going on here, so she decided to improvise, a drop of sweat rolling down her neck. What did I get myself into........" Okay, now for a big trick, for this, I will need an assistant." Her assistant was a plant in the audience. They had found a trick she knew would wow any audience, even one that wanted to see her body far more than her magic. It wasn't something she planed to use until she went big, but she wanted to get out of here without being mobbed. Then she'd explain everything to the manager, let him get on with his peep shows, and leave as quietly as possible. The best part was, this wasn't a real trick, it was a spell she had read in a book. She had practiced it with hamsters, making them switch places instantly. So her and her assistant would be able to appear on opposite sides of the stage without moving." You there," she said, pointing to her assistant. James was sitting out in the audience, waiting for a cue from Samantha. The magician’s assistant had come into his position a bit by accident. He was looking for work – having graduated from college – and had stumbled across the ad in the classified section of the newspaper. It seemed weird, someone advertising for a male magician’s assistant, rather than a female one, but once he met the magician, it made more sense in his head – Samantha didn’t want another cute girl, who might potentially upstage her, as her assistant. No, she just needed a body, and it was less dangerous if she got a guy to help her out with her act than a girl. Not that Samantha normally needed much help. She was a good magician, given what she had to work with. Though, he reflected, sometimes it seemed like more people came to watch her instead of watching her magic. Tonight, though…tonight was proving to be a major headache for the girl. They had finally gotten their first act in Vegas – granted, it wasn’t the Luxor, or the Strand, or anything like that – but Vegas was still Vegas, and it was just a matter of time before they hit the big time. However, they seemed to have hit a major problem: the audience. Apparently, they were under the impression that this wasn’t a normal magic performance, but more like a strip show framed as a magic show. And as a result, the crowd wasn’t exactly happy about the real magic show that Samantha had been putting on so far this evening. That’s when he heard her call for an assistant, and point in his direction. As he worked out of the aisle, he got more than a ‘lucky bastard’s and such talk from the other patrons. There were a handful of tricks that Samantha did that required his help to perform. He wasn’t sure which one she was going to pull, but he had a feeling she was going to do her biggest one – the one that wasn’t a trick at all, that she had practiced over and over again with a pair of hamsters, to see if she could get anything resembling a major reaction from the crowd at all. If not, well…then they needed to find another place in Vegas to perform. Soon, James reached the stage, and looked across it at Samantha, waiting for her to tell him what to do. She allowed James to come up to the stage." How are you sir, I won't ask you to search for anything, but I am real to you, not a mere image right,"She offered her hand, told him to stay put in the center of the stage, so the audience could hear. Then she walked to the back of the showroom, slapping anyone who dared to try and grope her as she walked up the center of the aisle explaining the next trick." Now ladies and gentlemen, or gentlemen... or men. The feat I'm about to perform stems from the court magician of King Arthur, none other than the great Merlin himself, have mastered the mysteries of instantaneous travel. For this trick, we need no props, just this unsuspecting gentleman here. Prepare to be amazed. As the one in the back of the room become the one in front, and the one in front becomes the one in back." Once at the last isle, she raised her and said the magic words. Every one's eyes were on her anyway, but it didn't really matter who they were looking at." Ostendo sum Locus!"BAM!! Just like that, it worked, it really worked, she was center stage, and he was at the last set of tables. She had pulled it off perfectly, bowing gracefully before her audience." Show us your f#going tits already," someone yelled, obviously drunk. There were some amazed people there, and somehow did she do that questions floating around, but the crowd didn't want magic, they wanted a skin show. She smiled, taking down the props she had used very quickly as she blushed, if that didn't wow these people, nothing would. This had gone horribly wrong. In fact, these men looked dangerous, so she exited backstage bowing, leaving her blue sequined hat center stage. The manager caught her on the way back." Miss, what about the show, you haven't taken a single thing off!"" This was a real magic show, you can have it for free, I just want my stuff back!"" Oh my, a misunderstanding then, we were supposed to have a group perform a magical strip show for our bar patrons, perhaps I thought you were... never mind. Look, your stuff you can pick up, I'll leave it in the back lot tomorrow, but I can't pay you." This was a disaster, she thought, as she made her way to the back, the jeep wagon was waiting. She'd allow her assistant to retrieve the few props, luckily she had decided on light tricks for a light venue. The biggest things were the boxes and the tables, they could be retrieved later. She sat in the drivers side, her head to the steering wheel, she should have known the place was a dive. And the way the conversation went to start it up was odd, word like revealing and such, the whole mistake seemed dumb. She waited for her assistant, maybe they could get back to a legitimate motel and rest, to bad the half grand a show for this little place wasn't for something Kosher, it would have been a great start. The hotel looked so legitimate from the outside too, maybe the dancing girls sign should have. Then again, didn't every place in Vegas have dancing girls. She was feeling confused, so she just blotted this from her mind and waited, deeply flushed from embarrassment." Come on James, forget the stuff, I want to get out of here, we can get it tomorrow..." James took her hand for two purposes, neither of which were to help him onstage. One was to show to the audience that she was indeed real, and not just a projection. And the other was to get away from the crowd. They were being downright abrasive now, and it didn’t seem that anything Samantha did would remedy the situation. Maybe this trick would shut them up. He waited onstage as Samantha walked to the back of the house, to show them that there was nothing fake about this trick at all. James felt a little bit worried over her going out there – especially now that the patrons were getting tipsy, and apparently thought that she was some sort of magical stripper – but he was relieved when she reached the back of the house without any sort of unanswered interruption. The assistant waited as she raised the wand, and he braced himself. Suddenly appearing at the back of the house, he was surprised to find that the trick had worked…despite her testing it beforehand. Hamsters were one thing. People were different. He waited for the reaction from the audience……only for some drunk to yell at her to take off her clothes. Damn. Seemed that no matter what she did, some people in the audience thought she was here for a show. Moving quickly as talk and questions popped up amongst some of the audience, he exited the house and came back in the sides, gathering as many of the props as he could into the suitcase that he could manage to grab, and then he came back out from the house, to where the jeep was waiting to take them away from tonight’s venue.“Okay, go!” He had tossed the suitcase into the back of the vehicle, and hopped in. As they started to pull away from the hotel, James sighed long and hard, and looked up at the night sky. “Well, damn. Tough crowd, and a bust.” He then looked over at Samantha as she drove the jeep. At least now we know that that translocation trick will work on a human-sized object onstage.” Now, at least they didn’t have to worry about trying the trick in a major theater, and having it blow up right in their faces.“Well,” he told her, “never let it be said that we wowed everyone on our way to the top, but more that we didn’t allow setbacks of any sort to keep us down in our pursuit of fame.” He wanted to encourage Samantha after what had happened in there. They had really never had a crowd like this before, one that was tougher than tough – though that was probably more because some of them were drunk, and they hadn’t been expecting a real magic show than anything else. This wasn’t a reason to get depressed, they just needed to find a more family friendly venue, and there were sure to be those in Vegas, what with all the tourism that happened here nowadays. "It's just, I have no business sense," she moaned, "I should have known what kind of show they really wanted, but I just completely overlooked the whole thing because of the money and the big break into Vegas. This is a complete disaster, all the expenses to get here, and now I have to try and find another venue before we run out of money. Well, the ace trick worked at least, so if we can get one good venue, we'll have a hook. And, I still think you need to let me saw you in half." She thought a little bit." It's okay, this is something we can have a good laugh about once we're at the top of our field!" The modest roadside hotel they were staying was a short drive down the road. Despite her attempts at being positive, she had payments. The equipment was not paid, the vehicle was not paid, the motel was maxing out her cards, and she didn't have any way to pay Aaron now either. If she had no big break in the next week, game over. She didn't even have anyone to fall back on. Her parents had died a year ago and the inheritance had mainly paid their debts. The rest provided partial formal training for her act. Soon, she would end up being the assistant and not the magician, if she could even manage that. How was she supposed to tell James that she couldn't even pay him? The room had one twin bed, a cot for James. It was cramped quarters at best, but it was clean, and they had HBO and a shower! After turning the AC full blast, she flopped down on the bed, removing her stockings and the blue high heels. It was unlike her to start undressing in front of anyone, but she didn't care anymore. There was a growing aura of depression around her the more she thought about things. She didn't even want to make calls or search for the next venue. She was feeling weird, even on the inside, and just wanted to go to bed. She actually liked him a lot, he was a good assistant and good-looking, almost eye candy, but he was also kind and understanding, which was more important. Furthermore, she flopped into the bed, pulled the covers over her, and slipped off her leotard, letting it fall to the floor. Usually she always wore pajamas, but tonight she felt like sleeping naked. Her body was feeling really strange, pulsing with heat, at first she thought it was just the days events. But something else was wrong, her clit was throbbing, and the longer she stayed in bed, the worse it got. Maybe all this time with James, was getting to her? She sat up in bed, wrapping the covers around her breasts." James, do you think...." she said, about to ask if he would accept something else in lieu of salary, Feeling guilty, she started to cry. “Well, we’ll see if we can find something more legit,” James assured her during the drive. “This is Vegas, after all, and part of the tourism industry touts this place as being family friendly, so there’s got to be at least one venue around here that isn’t looking for just a strip show.” He paused when they mentioned the box trick. “I know, and it’d be a great addition to the act, but… I still don’t feel comfortable letting you take a saw to me. Even if it’s fake, and part of a magic trick. Maybe we can try it out at the next venue, though.” He shrugged, and let the drive continue onwards back to their motel. Things were not looking up for them, he knew that quite well. Vegas was far afield from where they usually did their act, and coming all the way out here had been, in a tradition appropriate to Vegas, a gamble. Either they were going to make it big, or not make it at all. So far, it was going to look like their attempt to get into the big time was going to be a bust, unless they managed to find another venue. And that was going to take time. And that time was going to take money, and money was something that they were going to be running out of here soon. They needed to find a way to keep the money flowing in – maybe when Samantha made calls tomorrow, he could go out and find a part-time job or something somewhere. He wasn’t a professional, but he had had experience making drinks before, and he was a fast study, so maybe there was a place somewhere that was looking to hire a bartender, and he could make money that way. Arriving back at the motel, James got out, and brought the one suitcase of props he’d managed to recover from the venue. He put them into the tiny closet that they had in the motel room, and then promptly looked away while Samantha got undressed. Her assistant he might have been, but he wasn’t going to use that as an excuse to take a look at her. James was starting to feel kind of weird – his chest was throbbing a little bit, and it was getting worse with each passing moment. He ignored it for the time being, and he went over to the bed, sitting down on it. “Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he told her. “Look, we just hit a snag, okay? We’ll work through this, and by this time next week, we’ll have an act here in Vegas, and be raking in money like there’s no tomorrow. Or, at least, you know, enough to keep us from going broke.” The assistant smiled at Samantha.“Don’t worry, I’m sure that somehow, we’ll get things to work out. You’ll see.” Samantha shifted herself to the edge of the bed, her voluptuous body wrapped in a sheet and a blanket, and sat next to James, leaning against him, letting her head rest on his shoulder if he'd allow it." Maybe people don't take me seriously because I'm a woman," she said, "Maybe I should stop wearing the tights and tape up my breasts, try to look more like a male magician. Right now, I look like I should be your assistant. They even thought I really was a strip tease show!" She leaned in closer, attempting to nestle next to him if he would allow it. If not, she'd simply sit." You've been the best assistant I've ever had, and I can't even pay you," she said softly, "Honestly, there's no reason for you to be here, you can just leave now. Now that you know I can't pay you. I'm sure you don't want to stay. I was going to offer something I'd have regretted instead of pay, but.... Furthermore, I respect you too much, no.... you've always been there for me and have kept me going. You've been my strength. I'm in love with you, I've known it for a month now, I think, but now that I'm going to lose you, with how much it hurts, I really realize it now." She pushed herself away, covering herself with the blanket as she laid down, looking terribly depressed and stifling her sobs of pity and self loathing." I'm sorry for talking so stupid, you can do what you want now, I'll get your back pay to you, no matter what it takes, I promise," Samantha said. She still felt that dull ache, like her clitoris was expanding, constantly pressing to get out, but she was sure she was just randy with lust for her assistant. Secretly, she'd been wanting to ravage him, or better yet, seduce him into ravaging her, for some time now. It never seemed feminine or right to take the lead, she was afraid he'd brand her as easy, and she'd lose the respect and friendship they mutually shared. James let Samantha sidle up next to him, even though the fact that she was wrapped in the blankets of the bed, and he was still sitting on them made it a bit awkward to manage. “Hey,” he defended her when she suggested the idea of trying to look like a guy, “you’re plenty serious! If those guys just look at you and see a pair of tits and a piece of ass, then they’re missing out! And don’t let the strip show thing get to you – this is Vegas, and it’s always going to have a sleazy element to it. You just can’t let yourself get sucked in! You have to be better than I!” That’s when she told him that she wasn’t going to be able to pay him – that all the work he had done up to this point was free, and so was anything else that he did for her. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving. You need an assistant for your best tricks – and I would rather do this for free than face the possibility of you getting harassed by some guy you call up onstage to help you out.” He was resolute in this. “You gave me a job, work experience – that’s more than all the other places I went to do. As far as I’m concerned, not having to pay for anything myself is my pay.” James was taking bigger breaths now – the constant pressure on his chest was relieved whenever he took a deep breath, so his course of action was only logical. “It’s okay,” he assured her, “I don’t need the money. But if you feel so compelled to give it to me…then know that you can take as long as you like to get it to me. I’m not in any hurry.” The assistant absentmindedly scratched a patch of hair that was itching slightly, until the sensation faded away. He patted her on the back. “And I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want me to do. I’m not one of those drunks in the audience. I’m your assistant – I want to help you.” It was the kindest thing she had ever heard, she wanted to jump out of bed and hug him, but she was naked so that would have been a bad idea. It was also the cruelest thing she ever heard. She wondered how he felt right now, as this was the first time she had ever dared to be naked in hotel room with him. It made her feel guilty, teasing him like this, in such an obvious way, but did he give any sign of it being obvious? Even the awkward moment with the covers, he could have pulled them down by shifting a bit, and she could have never blamed him, but he was a perfect gentleman. Samantha shifted her brown hair, letting her ponytail free to flow loosely around her shoulders. There she was, naked under the covers, confessing her love for him, and what did he do, he assured her. She read his words, the double meaning, he wasn't in a hurry, but he wanted to stay with her. Maybe they just needed more time." Thank you," she said, allowing him to pat her back, "That feels good. I'm just so glad you won't leave me. I feel better already. Do you do back rubs? That would help a lot." Something felt wrong, like her clitoris wasn't going to fit inside her much longer, it felt so hot, terribly tight, and was throbbing uncontrollably. Stranger yet, there was a rumbling in the flesh hiding her womb. It felt like flesh was shifting around inside her. It wasn't harsh or painful, but more like a washing of waves rolling down her pubic area. The weird feeling was in her clitoris and vagina, mostly it felt like her clitoris was bulging so much it was going to pop out. It didn't feel like normal arousal." I think I ate something bad, my lower gut feels odd," she said. “Odd how?” James tilted his head, looking at Samantha. “Like ‘I feel like I’m going to vomit’ odd? Or something else? ‘Cause if you’re going to be throwing up dinner… I should probably get you to the bathroom, and then call a doctor or a twenty-four-hour place to see if there’s some sort of medication to help you…” The assistant started to shift a bit uncomfortably himself now. “And maybe I can get some painkillers or chest congestion medication for myself, I feel like I’m getting a bit tight in the chest myself.” That wasn’t all, though – he felt his chest starting to rub against the insides of his shirt, and it was actually feeling…kind of good. A sort of good that he didn’t think guys were able to feel. Girls maybe, but not guys. Plus, he was starting to feel a sort of pushing sensation against his crotch. This wasn’t a case of tight pants, though. That he had had happened to him before. That he recognized far too well – that was more a case of his crotch pushing against his pants. But right now, he felt like some sort of invisible finger or something was pushing against his manhood, compressing it, making it smaller. “Ugh,” he said as a wave of bad sensations hit him. “I don’t think we should go back to that place where we had dinner, I think the food’s doing this to us.” The place where they had sat down to have a quick meal before going to that hotel to do their magic show hadn’t been five-star. Hell, it wasn’t even upscale, just some cheap place in town that they’d heard about, and had gone to in order to save money for other expenses. "I don't know, I feel funny!" She turned her back to him and curled up in the covers, her face turning bright red as sweat began to drip from her brow. She couldn't take it anymore when she felt it go pop, right outside her clitoral hood."AH!" she moaned. Looking under the covers, she saw it, growing taller and taller, feeling so tight and throbbing so hard. The head was starting to bulge out, and she could see a slit forming on the end. It was only a few inches long, but it was most certainly growing. She grabbed the blanket out from under him and stood up against the wall, her but pressing the cold paint. Then it happened, a flap of skin puffed out her slit, expanding like a frogs mouth until two small organs dropped in. She could feel them drop, then felt nothing but the growth of the throbbing phallus. She held her blanket like a curtain, so Aaron wouldn't see her growing erection. In doing so, she noticed something else. Her breasts were two cup sizes smaller, from a full D cup, they were not the best B cups. It felt like the skin was tightening on her chest, becoming more muscular. A rush of male hormones shocked her system, reddening her complexion and making her breathing heavy." I- I need to go to the bathroom," she said, thankful her voice had not yet changed. "Something is more wrong than the food!" But she could feel something building, the muscles in her legs and back flexing almost involuntarily for what was to come next. It felt like her hips were going to be crunched inward, and she had a feeling it was going to be painful. She clutched the blanket curtain for dear life. What's going on, why? Am I really even a woman anymore? James was about to stand up and ask her what was wrong…until a rush of sensations slammed into the assistant at full force, causing him to double over, holding his stomach. What’s…what’s happening to me? James swallowed hard, even as the feelings continued to wash over him in waves. What he noticed first were the prominent bulges that were budding under his shirt, expanding outwards from what had been a flat surface. Plus, a pair of dents were appearing on the shirt – he dared to touch them, and sucked in a deep breath when a good feeling resulted from it. Was he…was he growing breasts? Girl breasts? It certainly seemed to be that way, with what was happening to him now. It wasn’t just there, though. The invisible finger continued to press against his shaft, making it feel smaller, and smaller, and smaller…until the finger went inside and up. Hurriedly sticking a hand down his pants, James found that his male anatomy was gone, replaced by…soft, smooth pussy lips; and a flush, feminine crotch.“G-go ahead and go!” He told her. His voice had not yet changed either. Estrogen started to flood his system, softening his masculine features, causing hair to vanish on his body. Even as the changes to James’ body happened, though, changes to clothes happened alongside them. One noticeable changes were the jeans he was wearing. They started to slide up his legs – leaving behind slender, shaven limbs, devoid of the hair that had been on them previously. What was more, they started to hug James’ rapidly growing hips and ass, on their way to becoming a tight-fitting pair of jean shorts. That wasn’t all, though – his shirt was changing, too. The coverage on the shirt was changing – instead of covering his entire torso, it was shrinking, exposing a toned, flat stomach. The cut of the shirt was changing, as well. It was looking less like a collared shirt and more like a sailor-type top with each passing moment. There was a scrunch of his hips as they pressed inward. Since he really didn't need to go to the bathroom, he hunched down, hiding under the covers. There wasn't much pain, but the situation was serious, deadly serious. His penis was expanding, hot, and painfully erect, the tip pushing upwards inch by inch. It was already five inches long and over half an inch in circumference, veins bulging, yet without a sheath. What were once ovaries had essentially dropped in a bag below the growing penis, inside her eggs were becoming something else, and quickly multiplying. His shoulders pulled upwards and stretched out, becoming a broad masculine chest as his waist remained tight, but gained some width. The abdominal muscles tightened healthily, giving him the appearance of one who works out but not overly much. Taking his attention off his changing body, Samantha first looked down. The tights! The tights she had thrown off, they were now a tuxedo of a similar fashion. Then she peeked outside the covers, watching as James clothing shrank on his body. His jeans looked like Daisy Dukes, but there was no bulge in the crotch! All the while his shirt was becoming a sailor Luka tank top variant. But his waist, it was so soft, flat and. Narrower. Like his should have been. Then, he felt an itch, as his long hair pulled in hair grew everywhere else, on his legs, his arms, his chest, his arm pits. Only his back was really spared from having a fair amount of fuzzy. But he could sense growth, muscles were bulging in his back, his arms, his legs. Bones were thickening, not merely the one between his legs. The form under the blanket was getting bigger as he gained height, nearly a full foot, from five feet tall, to six feet tall, in under twelve minutes. Then, it felt like the shifting stopped. He was between the bed and the wall, hunched under the covers. His erection, nine inches in length and almost two inches in girth, wasn't going down. Staring at James as he... or she, became increasingly feminine, wasn't helping matters. He peeked out from underneath the covers, only his eyes showing. He felt a tug in his throat as his Adams apple poked out and his voice adjusted to a masculine baritone. But he didn't say anything, he just kept watching James, but being new to this whole man thing, it was unlikely he could hold back from having an orgasm just watching those... breasts.... expand. His cock throbbed painfully from just watching. His right hand began to slide downwards to what he still considered his clitoris, as if touching it would prevent a mishap! Shhhnrrrggg! He groaned low, an orgasmic male sounding groan, a slight leaking of lubricant from the tip of his head, but the throbbing was getting worse. It was so tight, he just wanted to touch it so bad..... In contrast to Samantha’s hips being pressed in, James started to develop them, hips swelling out from her sides, beginning to give her a curvy, womanly figure. Her buttocks were swelling as well, into a well-toned, round behind – one with a little junk in the trunk, as the saying went. James could also feel invisible forces working her eyes, tugging at them, giving them a bigger, more doe-like look. The hair on her body was starting to vanish, being pulled in – on her face, her legs, armpits, even on her arms. At the same time, James felt her head begin to itch, as the hair on her head grew outwards. Not hugely, but the close-cut hair that James had had as a man was now a short, girly haircut, with some bounce to it. What was more, the hair between her legs also grew, out into a nice, thick bush at the V of her body. As the transformation continued, James felt bulk dropping off of her body – she was rapidly losing muscle mass, instead having it replaced with soft fat deposits, as well as her bones shrinking, diminishing. This was causing her masculine body to take on a much more feminine appearance. The bone shrinkage also caused her to lose a bit of height. Previously, James had stood at about five foot nine, head and shoulders above the five-foot even Samantha. Now, she was probably much closer to Samantha’s height – five foot one or two, maybe. Give or take an inch or two. To round it out, there was a slight push on James throat, followed by a tingle – James Adams apple had receded back into her body, and her voice had adjusted to a high, chirpy alto. James, however, had been looking over at Samantha while this all had been happening, and she noticed a few of the changes going on – the blanket that covered her was good concealment, but even that didn’t hide everything. Like how Samantha was now sporting broad, masculine shoulders; shorter hair; a bigger, taller frame. All of which were starting to become physically appealing to the increasingly-feminine James. Internally, she felt what must have been her testicles rising inside her, separating, growing, into a pair of egg-carrying ovaries. Plus, what had been a penis was now being compressed, shrinking down to a progressively smaller and smaller size…in order to become a clitoris. The organ, nearing completion, but still changing, was now throbbing hard with each passing moment. That, coupled with watching Samantha changing to a more masculine appearance, was starting to affect the magician’s assistant. She could feel a wet, drippy feeling between her legs as what she saw started to arouse her. A soft, feminine moan slid out of James’ lips, which were also changing, becoming small and thin. "What in the world!" He said, standing up. The covers fell from around his unclothed figure. His engorged erection no longer growing, but slowly gaining girth with what felt like a sudden desire to cum. Every time he thought he was going to cum, he just gained a bit of extra girth, until he substantially endowed to be quite large. All the worse, James had somehow become, a very attractive woman. Just looking at her...." Nehhrrrr!" He looked away, closing his eyes with his hands and back against the wall. Breaths came in slow gasps as he fought the primal arousal that was driving him crazy. He had to clear his head and figure out what had happened before he did something foolish. But this horrible thing that his clitoris had become, it was throbbing with every move he made. He was like a crazed teen that didn't know how to hold back, he had no experience with the male drive at all, what was it going to be like. Why couldn't he stop thinking about her body! His member remained tight, throbbing hard right in front of the assistant that was now a voluptuous woman. He felt like the slightest wrong move, and he was going to explode, yet it wouldn't go down on its own." S-stay back James..." he said, "I d-don't know what to do!" “I don’t know either!” She cried out, as she pulled herself away from looking at him, and flung herself onto the other bed. It seemed, though, that her willpower was lacking at this moment, because she found herself looking at Samantha – Samantha the man – again very quickly. She did not move from her current position, fortunately, keeping distance between them, but she could help but look upon the handsome man that Samantha had become. Or, more precisely, the huge, throbbing thing between his legs. With each passing moment, James felt herself growing wetter, her pussy dripping, starting to soak her underwear. She felt her pussy start to ache with the desire for Samantha to…to…penetrate her, to fill her. She trembled on the bed, perched, still looking at her partner. ’S… Sam? W-what do we do?” She wanted this feeling to subside, to go away, to end…the assistant didn’t think that she could stand to have it much longer, it was too primal to ignore. Especially given that Samantha was looking quite attractive to her now…and she knew that curvy, voluptuous women were hard for most red-blooded men to resist. She might be undergoing a freak sex change…but she could still remember everything up to now, her mind hadn’t changed. Or had it? She was finding Sam, a man, attractive, when before, this kind of feelings would never have happened to her. "I d-don't, I c-can't f-focus, James, it feels like something is s-starting to, Oh God!" He touched himself while looking at the breasts that were so tightly wrapped by that tight sailor mini top. His back went against the wall and there was an explosion. He closed his eyes and gasped, his entire body flushing bright red and dripping with sweat as he came prematurely. White liquid shot across his chest, some even hitting his chin, as a heavy burst of seed laden fluid escaped the agitated member. He could feel his cock slapping against his navel, could feel the muscles tensing and shooting fluid out through the shaft. His back arched and he hit his head on the wall a few times as bursts of cum continued to shoot upwards. When his vision started to come back, he's standing there, going slightly flaccid. There was semen on his feet, on his chest, all over his hairy genitalia. His semen! He looked at James and felt a twitch in his groin even yet, but he was horrified beyond speechless at what he had done." Don't look at me!" he screamed, running into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. She would hear the shower start, but he neglected to lock the door he had slammed shut. He had been so quick to jump in the shower and start soaping up. “What’s happening?!” James asked, panicked, when Samantha started screaming about something starting. She then watched as his back hit the wall…and that well-endowed cock practically exploded with spunk. The good news was, due to the rather impressive erection Samantha was sporting, the white liquid didn’t hit the walls, the ceiling, or any of the furniture in the room. The bad news was…it had gotten all over him, and he was going to definitely need to clean up before he did anything else. James was about to say something, to ask Samantha if he – and that was still a bit weird, referring to Sam as a ‘he’ – was alright, when the newly minted man screamed to not look and promptly dashed into the bathroom. James knew exactly what was happening, especially after the sound of the shower turned on. And as if a switch had been flipped, the arousal James was feeling dissipated. Now, James had the opportunity to…do something. Sliding off the bed, she went over to where there was a mirror. Wow. She looked hot as a girl. Wide hips, round breasts, well-shaped buttocks…and the tight sailor top and short-shorts didn’t do much to hide that. As she stood there, staring, suddenly the image of Samantha – that masculine chest, that large cock – flashed in her head. James pressed her thighs together, not wanting to get aroused again.“Um, Sam?” She called into the bathroom. “Are you okay?” This felt so wrong. Every non-curve, every hair, every solid muscle, that huge thing between his legs, it all felt so wrong. At least, it felt wrong mentally, physically, there was no way to tell he had ever been a woman. And he remembered his tights changing into a tux, if that changed, what else had changed? He reached down and felt his now flaccid, awkwardly wiping the semen residue away, shampooing it gently. He couldn't help exploring, petting, toying, but when it started to rise again he left it go, focusing his mind on the faucet until it went flaccid again. Then he made the mistake of pinching one of the testicles in his bulging sack. He doubled over holding his gut, almost collapsing." Oooooowie! Own! Own! Make it stop, go back!" There was heavy breathing, then the commotion in the shower died down. His mind searched for a possible cause, and soon settled on the most obvious course of reason. The new spell, it must have switched a bit more than just their places, but their genders, and who knew what else was switched up! He had to reverse this, there was no way he could live life as a man, it was just too, far too gross! And yet, it might have been the testosterone flowing through his veins, but he felt an empowering sense of strength and aggression, a need to dominate his surroundings. He wasn't quite sure if he could handle himself yet. He heard a soft pleasing voice ask if he was okay and stuck his head out the shower as the curtain went back slightly." Okay! I'm a fucking man, and you're a woman, how can I possibly be okay when you should be what I am And I should be what you are! Check our clothes and ID's, I have a bad feeling about something!" He never cursed, but if there was a time, it was now. James had waited for a few moments to hear back from Samantha about what to do. She’d heard him screaming in pain at something – that something, James guessed, being related to Samantha’s new genitalia. James remembered a few times when that sort of pain had happened to her. It was not pleasant, in any aspect of the word. She was startled out of her introspection by Samantha, cursing and telling her to check their belongings, to see if there was anything else that had changed, besides their bodies, and the clothes that they had been wearing.“O-okay,” she called back, affirming that she had indeed heard him. She turned away from the bathroom, to do as Sam had asked. The thought of more having changed…scared her a bit. What if not only their bodies had been switched, but their identities as well? That could prove…a bit difficult to adjust to, especially given that James’ memories were, up to this point, of her being a man, and not a girl. But, they had to know. The first pang of dread happened when she saw the pair of suitcases that they’d brought to Vegas. These weren’t for props for the magic act – these were the ones that held their clothes, the day-to-day things they needed to live while here. And while they were in the same position – James’ on the left, Samantha’s on the right – and with the same luggage tags…they were quite visibly different. James’ had been a dark navy blue, Samantha’s a simple green. Now, James’ was a bright pink, and Sam’s was black. What was more, there wasn’t a wallet in James’ pocket anymore, instead a simple purse, resting on the dresser near the TV. Swallowing, James opened the suitcase with her luggage tag. And was confronted by a set of very girly clothes – tops, tight shorts, skirts, bras, thongs, the like. Similarly, Sam’s suitcase now had guy clothes in it. Further investigation revealed that their driver’s licenses had changed. James was now Jamie, and Samantha was now Samuel.“Sam? We have a problem…” It took him a bit longer than he expected, but he finally washed all that sticky gunk off. It stuck to everything, he couldn't even wash his hair because it kept getting on his hands. Half a bottle of shampoo later and lots of soap, and he was all clean. The ugly monster between his legs, there was really nothing delicate about it, had finally gone down into a softened state. It actually looked quite small once it was down. Being a man now, that part of the male anatomy looked even less appealing. He couldn't understand why other guys were always talking about theirs. He came out of the shower, dried off, and donned his rob. Furthermore, he felt huge towering, everything in the room seemed smaller, every part of his body bigger. When he saw James prancing around in that get-up, he had to suppress a chubby. Even after that it was still ready to go, weren't men supposed to be incapable for a long time?" Damn right we have a problem," Sam said, "It's starting to grow again. How do you control those things!?" "Control?" James started to laugh a little bit. "I suppose that you'd think that, being used to having all of your sensitive places tucked away inside you." She paused long enough to exhale, then she continued. "Let me pass on a big guy secret. Youdon'control them. Youmanagethem. See, unlike girls, guys are exposed - you could just be walking along, and it could grow just from rubbing inside your pants. It happens. Every day. And there are times that we don't want it. But we have to deal with it." She paused for a moment, crossing her arms, her head tilting in thought. "You know, though, there might be a way to keep it down to a minimum." James looked over at Sam. "You just have to agree to be blindfolded - guys get turned on visually - and have absolutely nothing touching it. Means you'll probably have to be tied down on your back so you don't turn over and rub it against the bed." "Blindfolded?" he asked, turning his head, "Wait a second, what about my clothing. I have to wear clothing, how do you guys wear clothing?" But, when he looked away from her, it did seem to help. Did all guys have this problem when they looked at a young woman? Why did he want to touch her so badly? Why did he want to squeeze her breasts and tear that sailor top off of her? What was making him feel so visceral and impulsive." I've never seen a guy do that to control an erection," he said, "This is what an erection feels like, right." He shook his head, walking over to peak out the window. Parked in the lot was a black mustang convertible instead of a jeep. On his finger was also a gold band with simple diamonds that hadn't been there before. He rummaged through the drawer, going through the papers. It took his mind off of Jamie, allowing his erection to go soft under his robes. His license had changed more than just picture and sex, the other numbers had changed. The insurance was for the mustang. Even stranger, the credit card bills were paid, and there was a bank statement, with big numbers, nice big numbers. It was a joint account, for husband and wife. The bookings listing for the magic show were at Caesar's Palace, where they were booked for a solid month, and had been performing for two months already." James, we're married, and successful, he, he," he turned, looking stupidly, "he, he, he..." He took James by the shoulders, his manhood throbbing "Okay, I don't want to hurt you, so you better tie me down and get the blindfold till we figure out how to reverse this." "How do guys wear clothing? Simple. Very, verycarefully. Why do you think we're always wearing those big baggy shorts and pants? It isn't for the air circulation, I'll tell you." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it would be, for a guy." And of course you've never seen a guy do that to control an erection! You've never really seen guys do much of anything in that particular regard...and yes, an erection is distracting. It's hard and throbbing and..." Jamie colored a bright red as she thought about it - she had gotten peeks at Sam's masculinity under that robe. She stamped her foot. "Why do you think it's so hard for men to stay coherent around women that they're attracted to?" She sighed for a moment, looking over at him as he went through the drawer with their stuff. "Are you even listening to..." She stopped talking when he spoke again. "Married, and successful? No, that can't be..." Her voice died again when she saw the light bounce off of something on her left hand. Something that had definitely not been there the last time she had looked there. Slowly, slowly, she brought it up...and saw on her slim ring finger a nice white gold ring, diamonds inset flanked by a pair of sapphires - her birthstone. "This is crazy! We're married? How?" Jamie snapped out of her questioning when Sam grabbed her by the shoulders, and told her to get the blindfold and tie him down until they figured out a way to change things back. "O-okay..." She replied, nodding. Sliding out of Sam's grip, she turned around to get what had been asked for, walking to the prop cases. As she did, though, that lovely round behind wiggled deliciously. "I have to read the spell, maybe I missed something, or maybe I cross-referenced it with another spell...." Sam stopped talking as he watched Jamie move in those tight cut-offs, they were so tight they couldn't have been anything but turning men on. The way her hips shifted only made him center his focus on what was between them. He felt his penis push upwards quickly, becoming hard and full again but without the imminent feeling of needed to cum. It was huge, still nine inches long and almost six inches in girth. He covered it with his robe, but due to the size it was extremely hard to hide his erection. He felt his sack tighten around testicles slightly bigger than grapes. Furthermore, he had a strong desire, a terribly strong desire, to do all sorts of things with and too Jamie. Furthermore, he started to flush with lust. By the time she had the rope, Sam was sitting on the bed with his robe on loosely. His erection would not go down no matter how much he concentrated, so he just sat there letting it stick up and bulge between his legs in full view." Umm, James, was yours this huge, because this thing scares me." Jamie had gone over to the suitcases, and opened them up to find the rope. Unfortunately, she bent over as she did so, and her hips and bum swung and wiggled back and forth enticingly as she looked through the cases for the rope to tie up Sam so that there wouldn’t be any problems. It seemed to take forever, but soon enough, she had the rope, and closed the suitcases, standing back up. It was then that she heard Sam as her about his…new equipment. “I don’t know,” she replied, turning around, “I’d have to get a good l…” The girl stopped cold as she saw the size of the thing between his legs. Her mouth hung open in shock, and she dropped the rope down to the floor in surprise. Her face colored in a deep blush, and she stared at it for more than a few moments. Jamie’s tongue subconsciously ran over her lips, licking them. She then felt her nipples starting to stiffen, and her pussy begin to drip at the size of his man bits. “Oh, my…” Clearly, this was not a usual size. As she stared at it in open-mouthed fascination, a torrent of images flashed through her head. Sam bending her over a table; Sam pinning her down on her back on a bed; Sam pressing her body up against a wall. The thing that all these images had in common? Sam plowing into her with that magnificent rod. Sam drops the robe and laid with his back on the bed, then he closed his eyes." Okay, give me the blindfold," he said, "I don't think I need to be tied up, I'll just refrain from touching it." His mental effort was making it a bit softer, but he was having trouble fighting his arousal, clear trouble." On second thought, I'm having bad thoughts, maybe you better tie me. James, did you ever have sex before, as a guy I mean? Are you feeling as crazy as I'm feeling?" Jamie swallowed, and then bent over to pick up the rope. Her breasts were visible in the top, moving as she did. "Okay." She took a few tentative steps towards him, then stopped. "A...a couple of times. I remember feeling really hyped up, and I found it difficult to concentrate on anything than what was happening." Inhaling deeply a few times, she tossed the blindfold to Sam. "Sam... I don't think that I should get near you just yet...seeing your, ah, size...it's making me wet. Really, really wet. Do you know what that's like?" "You mean, you find this thing attractive?" he asked, "You actually find me attractive?" He found himself staring at her breasts, she was a bit bigger than he was as a girl, and he had been slightly above average in the bust department. Now, his chest was all hair and muscle, flat. But his nipples were erect, and his skin was flushed. He finally snapped, he couldn't take it anymore, he wanted her. As he sat up and stood, he left the robe drop. He walked slow, the back of his glans penis rubbing above his navel." You can help me take care of this," he said, "I figured out a way, so why don't you get undressed. You're already wet, right?" "Yes," she admitted in response to his question. "I get scared of going near you because I look at that, and I want you to do...things to me." A flurry of images had passed through her head when she saw the full size of his masculinity. Of him bending her over. Spearing her with that long, hard, thick shaft. Pumping it between her legs until she begged for him to stop. And, what was perhaps the most frightening image of all for the newly-minted girl: her belly, fat and heavy with a baby. She looked up as Sam said that he figured out a way to take care of the problem." Yes, that's right..." She wasn't really sure where he was going with this...but he had an idea. Jamie worked off the sailor top, revealing a similarly-colored bra, lacy and strapless. She then wiggled out of her cutoffs, revealing the matching thong. "Amazing, you're the perfect woman," Sam said, taking a hold of her, "The show is successful, I have money, and I have the person I love bonded to me in holy matrimony. So I'm a guy, I'm bigger, stronger, powerful, possibly respected. Maybe, I can get used to this. Maybe this is how it was meant to be." He smirked, walking over to her, taking a finger to lift her chin. His face came forward as he leaned down to kiss her, supporting hr back with his other arm. He took her lips as his thick phallus was pressed against her waist. The finger supporting her chin slid down her neck, to her chest, and circled her bra where it covered the left nipple. "Meant to be...?" Jamie felt herself freeze as the big, strong Sam took hold of her soft, womanly body. She felt a finger run along the underside of her face, tilting her head back to look up into his face. That's when she felt the press of his lips against her own in a gentle, warm kiss that made a tingle go down her spine." Mmmmm," she moaned as her arms traveled up his muscled chest, winding them around his neck as she went up on tiptoe. She was so engrossed in the kiss that the next thing she felt was Sam's finger circling her left nipple through the bra. She shivered, and moaned again at the pleasurable gesture. His hands drifted around her back as their bodies pressed together, there, Sam would gently unhook her bra. He had experience with bra's, lots of experience, so it came undone without any trouble. Once unhooked, it would be left to go where it wanted, as the straps were still over her shoulders, which his hands came up to rub with powerful yet gentle strokes." Do you want it as badly as I do?" he gasped, "Please say yes." Jamie felt the gentle sag of her breasts as the bra was unhooked behind her back. She let Sam rub her shoulders, her body resting against his as he did so. "Yes," she whispered to him. "I want it. I want you. Take me, please..." She was feeling horny and aroused, and all she could think of was how she wanted to feel that monster shaft inside her. He wanted to take it slowly, but found himself working her bra off her arms and shoulders in a nearly frenzied effort. Then his hands worked at the thong, until it would fall at her feet. That was all he needed, but he was fearful of cumming again, before he was even inside her. His member was so painfully swollen that it felt like liquid might explode outwards at any minute. He pushed her down on the bed, nothing creative, as he had no idea what he was doing and was just acting on instinct. Pure animal instinct. Sam crawled over top of her, slowly lower his hips over her pubic mound until the glans of his penis was rubbing at the outer edge of her labia. It was almost too much, he almost lost his load right there, but he just pressed the tip while making his mind blank. It was taking a huge mental effort for him not to cum right there and then." Take it slow!" he warned, "I-I'm not good at this!" Jamie felt her bra being slid off her shoulders, down her arms, and then discarded onto the floor. She then felt Sam's big, strong hands sliding down her body, down from her breasts to near her waist, his thumbs hooking into the straps of her thong, and pushing downwards over her curvy, wide hips until it was clear of then, and then the thin, small piece of fabric sliding down her legs to come and rest at her feet. Now, like Sam...she was completely naked. She gave a small gasp of surprise as she was maneuvered, and pushed down onto the hotel bed. As she was, she felt her legs moving automatically, spreading apart to reveal her girl parts. Jamie then felt Sam's monster shaft rubbing at the swelling outer lips of her vagina. Unfortunately, being in the lower position didn't make things easy for her to move...but she could try. She wiggled, and felt the tip of his cock part her lips, just inside her body." P-push forward," she encouraged. He would do as she asked, pushing forward. He may have done it a bit too fast, going in nearly the full length, but once there he stayed there. Furthermore, he dared not move, even as his cock throbbed and pulsed with the agony of nearly unloading. Defeating that, he stayed still, quite tactic, attempting to make himself last inside her. His body was red, his skin was sweaty, and his arms went to her sides as he held her below him. She started to wiggle a little, or maybe he felt like she was about to thrust into the weight that was on her. But he held her still, amazed that he had not yet come. One little thing, one little move, one slide, and he knew he was finished." Jamie, you are okay," he gasped, through very deep breaths as his pleasure built up anyway. Jamie felt Sam's hips move forward, pushing the enormous length of his manhood deep into her waiting pussy. Apparently, they'd had sex before - well, being married, that was normal, right? - because there had been no resistance to his thick, long length. She wanted to move, to be able to bounce up and down on his cock, or to have him slide it in and out of her, filling her up with each thrust. "I-I'm fine," she moaned in response to his question. "God, you're so big... I just... I just want you to take me." She still wasn't able to move, because he was holding her still...and that was driving her crazy, feeling that huge bulb in her without it moving. "I'll... mummy" he moaned. No matter what he was going to burst soon and shoot her up with his seed, so he figured to go out with a bang. He lifted his hips and thrust back in. There was a shock as he didn't cum right away, a slight moan of relief. Then he did again, a bit more forcefully. So he began thrusting up and down slowly, his breath raspy and his eyes closed." Oh.... Oh," he gasped. It wouldn't be long, he felt his member responding, his scrotum tightening. He had wanted to do more, but any minute. No, he managed to stay on the precipice, at least for a bit longer, even as his pelvic thrusts became more forceful. Jamie felt the move of his hips, the slight withdrawing motion that Sam went through...and then the thrust back into her sex. "Ah," she gasped, her eyes wide as she felt the shaft rapidly fill her up. A low moan slid out of her lips, her back arching, ample bust being pushed outward, legs spreading wider in order to give him better access to her." Ohhhhh," she groaned as he began thrusting into her, and her body responded, her hips rolling, rippling themselves over his monster cock. Her nipples were fully erect by now, and she could feel her funny starting to tighten, squeezing his manhood, almost as if it were milking it for what was inside - the white, hot fluid that would come gushing out of him...and into her. He couldn't hold it any longer, one more thrust, and he felt something in his groin snap. There was a push of fluids, everything felt so outward focused now as he came. His hands went to the sides of the bed as his pumping slowed, and he just unloaded for what seemed like forever. He looked at her, sweaty and red, as was he, and wiped his forehead. Then he hugged her tightly, stroking her hair and turning them so they were both on their side facing each other. Slowly, his erection subsided, until it plopped outside of her." Oh Jamie, what have I done," he said, "I wanted to be your wife, not your husband. I hope we didn't go too far." Sam coming, and the rush of fluids into Jamie's cunt triggered her own orgasm, and she moaned loudly as she experienced her very first female orgasm. She breathed heavily, panting as she came down from the very pleasurable high that she'd just experienced. The girl let Sam hold her, running his hands over her short hair, looking at him as she was positioned in her side." W-well, you said it might be for the best, right...? We're famous, and we have money." She reminded him of things he'd said before.

Switch Trick (Nazora & Reiji)|rating:2.0

SCREAMS IN THE DARK......CindyHarrison & Lady Bloody Ava

This was Lacy's time to shine. The just-turned 21-year-old spent hours preening herself, getting ready for the night of a lifetime.....she had just dyed her naturally blond hair into a light blue, spent almost as long in the shower pampering herself with lavender body wash and now almost finished with the last of her mascara. The company she worked at was like a gossip column in microcosm, all the other girls in the insurance office where she worked not only knew each other's birthdays but often pooled finances to celebrate. Tonight wasn't just any birthday.... Lacy was now 'legal age' and was determined to make the most of such an emotional milestone." Shit Lace," a co-worker on her phone chirped...." Don't spend all night up there...we plan on getting you plastered tonight!" Lacy laughed, turned off her phone and finished getting dressed. Rummaging through the closet, she decided on a classic black, very form fitting short dress with matching heels, black lace plunge bra and matching black thong panties beneath. She wasn't crazy about the way thongs tended to suck up between her ass cheeks, but she wanted to look as sexy as she felt tonight. Lacy was a lesbian and one of the co-workers that would be at the party was the same one she had been flirting with....when she found out that it was one of the girls invited to attend, she began hoping tonight would be the night for both of them. The club was packed but not unusually so for a Saturday night, rows of limos dropping off wealthy patrons. Thankfully, reservations were already set, a table with 4 chairs ready not far from the dance floor. As the girls partied, celebrating Lacy's milestone, the blue haired girl found herself staring at a mysterious, mesmerizing Asian woman perched at a barstool, cross legged. The woman looked both gorgeous and hypnotic at the same time." But I didn't order this," Lacy said as the waiter brought her over a drink. The man nodded his head toward the Asian." No," he replied....'but she did...."2 more drinks later and the effects began to hit. Lacy got up and stumbled toward the bathroom...... Raven sat at the bar of the club with rich hues of purple in silken cascading locks with an untouched bloody Mary in her hand. A black body con dress hugged sensual curves in all the right places. The sleeveless ensemble exposing some kissable skin almost inhumanly perfect. Plush lips were painted in a cosmic galaxy manner with a black base and deep blue and purple glitter. These lashes sat atop exotic dark eyes with gold hoops adding class to the woman. Sexy legs ended in a killer set of black velvet peep toe heels that hinted at her white-painted pedicure. Eyes looked around the bar for her next treat. So much potential. Some delectable looking choices, but one, in particular, caught her eye. The girl was vibrant and oozed sexiness. Fresh with a youth that she could smell from her perch. The only thing that the hot Asian wore was the dress and the shoes. If things went her way, she wouldn't be in them much longer. That gorgeous body beckoned the long-living woman. Her mouth watered at the visions that danced in her head. Sex was soaked at the potential meal that awaited. With a wave of a French tip manicured finger, she ordered a drink for her prey. Eyes watching as it was delivered and another and another. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as that sexy woman stumbled to the bathroom. The three cubicle bathroom already had someone fucking in the handicap stall when Raven walked in behind Lacy and up to a sink to check out her makeup, as well as her new plaything. "Happy Birthday is in order." She uttered to Lacy with a decisive and sensuous tone of voice that commanded attention. Heels clicked upon the bathroom tile floor and a sift hand glided around the curve of Lacy's hip with breasts grazing the back of her potential new toy and hot breath beating down upon the skin of an arched neck. "You're enjoying yourself, right? Want to have a little more fun?" The hand upon the hip glided up Lacy's side and took a firm grip at that voluptuous breast and kneaded with that hypnotic tone whispering in her ear. "Come with me, sexy, and I'll make this birthday one you'll never forget..." Lacy bent over a sink, hoping against hope to at least dry heave but nothing came out. She gazed at herself in the mirror....at the same time she caught a glimpse at the woman the waiter nodded toward the bar. From the second the Asian woman's eyes met hers Lacy was finished. She turned to gaze almost hypnotically at the dark eyes, bordered with glitter....there was something.....something about this woman that not simply attracted the blue haired girl to her, but kept her instantly mesmerized. Lacy could almost feel her own eyes glued to the woman's....WHAT WAS IT ABOUT THIS WOMAN?" Th----thank you Ma'am," she replied as if in a trance, never taking her eyes off of the woman's....she thought for a brief moment she should, if not leaving the bathroom altogether, at the very least turn away....but she couldn't. It wasn't mere beauty that attracted Lacy to the Asian goddess....it was something more, something.....almost dark and devious..... When the woman drew a hand across Lacy's hip it sent static electricity through her body..... Lacy felt goosebumps covering herself. When the woman's breasts brushed close along her back, Lacy felt a warmth that wasn't something of mere Fahrenheit...it was something.....else..... Lacy gasped, almost fainting as she felt a warm hand grasp her tits, her nipples instantly hardening, almost about to protrude through the girl's sheer cups. As the woman turned to leave, Lacy followed as if in a trance....... Raven smiled and led the way out of the ladies' restroom. The mesmerizing being's soft hand took that of her treat and looked over to the group that the girl had arrived with. Glasses were clinked, shots downed, asses swaying to 'old town road' as neon light spilled forth on every surface and the bass shook the atmosphere. The girls looked like any other sexy couple coming and going from the hyped club. The cool night air licked at their flesh as the light of the downtown life signaled that the night was still young. Flickering building signs, led advertising signs, and light spilling from the doors of various bars, clubs, pubs, and restaurants that lined the road. With the snap of a finger, a sleek black Lincoln town car pulled up to the curb. The driver was decked out in a black coat, white undershirt, matching slacks, black gloves, and a glossy black had and shoes that made her the model chauffeur. Her face shrouded in the shadows of her capped hat beneath the light of the nearby streetlamp. A ponytail of golden threads sat neatly over a shoulder as the back door was opened for Lady Raven and her new plaything. Once the two were seating the back, the door was closed and the darkness felt so comforting, yet pulsed with excitement. "Take us home, Jade."" Yes, Mistress." The car took off and Lacy would find her back against the nearest window and lips seized with tantalizing force. The taste was sweet and sent the sensation of lave to flow through her dead veins. The aroma was much stronger in these confines and with a splayed hand pressed to the tinted glass next to that gorgeous head, the Asian beauty showed every intention of claiming and conquering her latest quest. This kiss was easy for humans to get lost in. A hand slid between her captive's legs and traced the outside of the lace thong. The heat was an unbearable tease. Such flimsy material was pushed aside, and a middle finger stroked up and down the valley of that glistening sex, only to pull back and lick at the findings upon her finger.________It was not long before the dim lighting of chic room came into play. A king-size black wrought iron canopy bed draped in crimson linens matching the crimson sheets was only made to look all the more inviting by the sight of the tied up beauty laying upon it. Restraints made out of soft sumptuous leather elegantly bound the girl by the wrist and ankles on her back with that lace lingerie set ready to be unwrapped like a gift. The girl should be coming out of her stupor. What fun was enjoying oneself without another to feed reactions and the nectar she so desperately desired to fuel her? Raven sat off to the side of the bed with latex crotchless red lingerie set comprising a cupless bra and panties that showed off a pierced clit and taut hazel nipples. A hand idly tapping away at her feast's lace-covered sex. "Hello, birthday girl... are you ready for some fun?" Lacy walked out of the hallway and past the crowded club, her eyes never leaving the back of the Asian woman in front of her. The co-workers she came in with spotted her as she walked past, maybe a few hundred feet away." Hey Lacy!," one called out....."where the hell are you going?"" What the fuck?," another said as the group watched the girl leave with the mysterious woman, following behind her not unlike a dog would follow its master. She remained silent as the limo pulled up, the door opened and The Asian stepped inside.....she sat for a brief second as Lacy paused before following her inside the car. Just for a heartbeat, she gazed almost glassy eyed. WHY WAS SHE DOING THIS? WHO WAS THIS WOMAN?.....and most of all....why couldn't she resist?before she realized what was happening, Lacy was pushed back up against the window frame. The Asian woman bent forward and just as suddenly her lips were melting into the girl's..... Lacy felt as if the kiss was an aphrodisiac, the woman's tongue thrusting out to claim and capture Lacy's......the warm breath from the woman's nostrils doing it's part to relax the girl. Lacy's resistance was quickly fading. This wasn't the first time she followed a girl to an unknown destination, it was part of the chase, and it wasn't the first time that a woman had captured her attention to the point that her world shrunk into a microcosm with the two of them the only inhabitants. She loved being the sole focus of attention of a potential lover, but this was......different. As the woman reached down, Lacy found herself spreading her thighs for the advancing hand. As she felt a finger push her panties aside and began tracing the outline of her slit, she let out a gasp."we.....what are you.....'THOUGH!'...doing?....please no, pl.......'THOUGH'...." Lacy reached up, grabbing the clothing hook behind her. Her will was mysteriously, quickly fading....she knew she should force the woman to stop, that she should yell to be let out immediately, but she kept her thighs apart. She felt a wetness that was impossible to conceal. Lacy gave out a soft moan, her eyes closed as she felt the finger almost enter her. It was like she was in a trance.....time seemed to stop and the next thing she knew, she was laying on her back in a very ornate Victorian 4 poster bed. She was bound spreadeagled wearing only her bra and panties. Whatever it was that put her into a stupor had somehow worn off, and she laid there, now facing the Asian woman she had so blindly followed. The woman was beautiful beyond words, her cupless bra and crotchless panties leaving nothing to the imagination. In any other situation, this would be a dream come true, but Lacy began to struggle, yanking frantically at the restraints."WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?," Lacy yelled....." Let me go.... Let me GO!" She stared wide-eyed as the woman rubbed up against her pussy with a finger, pushing against the flimsy panties..... As exotic eyes watched the beautiful specimen of a young woman struggling against the leather restraints. The waver in her voice could be heard through the protest. "What am I doing? I thought that was obvious... I'm going to have some fun with the birthday girl." Glassy black heels walked her from the side of the bed to the open foot of the bed where she crawled between those drawn out legs. All the thrusting in the world was not going to budge those bindings and the struggle only add to the thrill. "When I am done with you, you will beg, plead, and vie for my attention like the good girl you will learn to become." The haunting vixen of a woman laid upon her stomach with legs waving up in the air behind her with her chest and head supported on her elbows. That sex was teased through the thin material with the hot breath that left dark painted lips as she spoke. There was a degree of patience that made no sense. Like she had all the time in the world. Truth be told... she did. Every detail of this moment would be etched into her mind. As the smell of sex tingled that sensitive nose those petite fangs distended on their own. A pierced tongue with golden ball slowly licked up the valley of that flailing sex. The flavor was promising and already Raven could see herself getting drunk off of this girl. The fang bearing woman almost regrets not having taken the time to do a full-body bind on the mouthwatering delicious girl. The thought her entire mouth covering those nether lips and lapped and sucked at a clit that got her own juices flowing. "Does it hurt? I don't think so, so why are you protesting? Where's your sense of adventure, young blood?" Her head picked up from between those spread thighs and crawled over her prey like a black cougar. Mounting the girl so that her bare sex was directly pressed to her as sat there like she was a piece of furniture. Any bucking would cause the girl to grind against her captor, bringing self-inflicted pleasure. "The name is Raven... now tell me your name..." The words were spoken with a kind, yet firm voice almost as though there was a consequence if this simple request was not heeded. Lacy portrayed her proverbial last acts of defiance. She continued to struggle against the straps....the closer the woman came, the more aggressively she fought. As the woman gazed down at the bound captive, Lacy felt like her body was on display, and in more than one sense, it was. To beg, plea for her attention?..... Lacy spent almost as much time applying restraints as well as being the recipient but when she was involved it was simple sex play. This was different.....she could sense the dominance of the Asian, a thought slowly creeping into the back of her mind that this was scarcely the beginning."whey.....what are you doing?," Lacy exclaimed as she watched the woman climb onto the bed and lay on her belly between the girl's outstretched trembling thighs. The woman's head vanished below, and soon she felt the woman's hot breath seeping through the wafer thin material of her panties." Pl.....please, no," she begged, but her pleas were answered only by the sensation of a wet tongue---warm, almost hot---lightly bathing her shaved pussy lips....something about that tongue....it felt...strange..... Lacy felt the distinct metal ball mounted on the woman's tongue as the Asian tongue bather her cunt. After a while, the woman's head rose slowly up and Lacy let out a scream..... The woman had FANGS!!!!!!"we....what the hell??!!" Lacy screamed. "OH MY GOD, VOODOO!!!...what are you?....what are you doing to MELEE???" Lacy struggled with renewed vigor against the restraints, her tits jiggling as she fought. Lacy screamed again as the woman crept over her bound struggling body like a serpent. Her panties now gone, the woman mashed her own pussy down on top of the girl's, a steady friction beginning. She laid on top of the girl, preventing even feeble resistance. Lacy looked up helplessly as the woman's face came closer and closer." L-L_L_L_Lacy," the girl stammered..... When Lacy screamed the Asian with the molten onyx hair could only laugh. A laughter that could on be described as maniacal, cruel, and mocking. How many times have her pets screamed in such a shrill manner?" Lacy..." The name practiced on her tongue sounded like a haunting melody. Thick lashes blinked as eyes looked over the gorgeous girl's face, also as though she were trying to memorize every perfect imperfection. A soft hand slid up that bare side and up to a beast that was fondled as she spoke into Lacy's ear." You will feed me Lacy, and I'm not talking about blood." Manicured fingers pinched at a nipple and tugged for a reaction. "You can struggle all you want, but your body is betraying you so well. Now... I will give you two more questions. Go ahead.... ask." There went that reassuring, yet insistent tone of voice, once again. Hot breath beat down upon the subtle curve of her neck. Fangs could be felt dragging lightly across the skin as her clean-shaven sex ground against that of her treat's. That nipple being tugged harder hot breaths gave away that at least one of them was very aroused. Raven had to be careful. The ancient woman of the night was stronger than a human, and it would be quite the bummer if something befell lovely Lucy because Raven was not being cautious." You tasted divine..." She whispered, not really caring if the girl was paying attention yet while listening for the two questions that were to be proposed to her. The mistress already had her questions ready for afterward, but what was the rush? It took everything in her not to grab a handful of the electrifying blue hair and silence the timid girl with a kiss. Lacy pulled against the wrist restraints, trying desperately to twist her body, to turn her upper torso away from the advancing hand of the woman." P-p-p-please....please don't," she begged.... When she saw the fangs exposed once more, she wanted to close her eyes and pray all this would end, but.....she couldn't believe what she was staring at. She couldn't possibly be what she was thinking..... No, it wasn't possible....."You're......are you a......a...vampire?????", she asked...."what are you going to do to me?" The Asian ground her pussy up tightly against the captive's....it felt so warm and soft....it also felt....wet....despite Lacy's struggling and resistance, it looked like she was somehow arousing her..... The moves the Asian was making on her was having an effect on Lacy as well, despite her stubborn resistance. Sex with women had been rewarding and much more intimate than anything a man could offer, but to be tied up like an animal, forced to submit to who knows what else this woman planned for her.... No, she had to escape...."LET ME GO!," she yelled, tugging frantically, her tits swaying as she fought....."LET.....ME....GO....!" A calm and a collected smile danced upon those lips that showed off ivory fangs like a badge of her long living race. Watching as the girl writhed like a fish out of water." Yes. I am a vampire." The answer to the second question was not as swiftly answered. Lacy was so loud in her protests to be let go, that Raven doubted that the answer would have been heard at the moment, so she waited. The squirming only made the ancient being ground clit to clit, lips to lips all the harder. Shocks of arousal shooting to her own nervous system. The aroma of her meal causing her mouth to water. "I am going to get you off and feasts on the nectar that flows from your sex when you inevitably get off." The jiggling tips were just too tempting to pass up. Soft fingers gripped that nipple with a firm grip and tugged without question." I don't want your blood, Lacy... I want to fuck you until you give me what I want. This could be far more pleasant for you if you just cooperated." There was a little laugh that followed those words. With two more grinds, she dismounted her pet and made herself at home between those forcefully parted legs. Lacy's sex coated in a combination of both of their fluids. A most elite tongue sought out that swollen clit. A long middle finger buried itself up to the knuckle before retreating. The finger hovered over Lacy's nose." Do you smell that? Those are the juices I want." Said finger was plunged past plump lips and visibly savored before she took her place back between those legs. Her own pussy was sending droplets of her own arousal to collect on the soft sheets beneath them. This time two fingers worked in tandem to coax out more as that pierced tongue licked hard at that clit. Lacy couldn't help but squirm and struggle....not only was she bound spreadeagled but more so being pinned down by the mysterious woman now claiming to be a vampire. Like everyone else, when one thinks of a vampire, one pictures the old Bela Lugosi 'Dracula' movies or the Ho minus Nocturnal enemies of Wesley Snipes in the 'Blade' trilogy. But this one was different. Yes, she had fangs, but she was Asian and, she had to admit despite her struggling, quite beautiful.'.....you will feed me...these are the juices I want.....' Lacy stared at the woman. If she wasn't going to feast on her blood, then what did she need to survive? Then it dawned on her...if it wasn't blood, then......."OH MY GOD!!!", she blurted out.....the woman was going to harvest Lacy's pussy juice!! In one of those perverted bondage videos, the idea would no doubt be a turn on, but here.....now.... Lacy winced and moaned as her nipples were tugged and played with. Then she looked down as the woman knelt between the girl's bound thighs." Wh....what are you doing?," she said....."oh, please....not there...." The head of the woman disappeared between the girl's legs as she began finger fucking the girl.... Lacy felt the strange shaped warm wet tongue lapping on her clit. Lacy moaned and squealed, yanking frantically at her restraints.....the woman was playing her body like a violin. Lacy felt the pressure building up inside of her, like a volcano about to erupt, despite all the fighting off and denial of her arousal."NO.... I DON'T WANT TO......'UUUUUUGH.....UUUUUUGH!!!!" Denial was useless.... Lacy's body stiffened, her head tilted back, her eyes closed as she came almost violently.... Such blatant lies. Humans were rather simple creatures. Yes, naturally they have sex because their continued existence as a species depends on it, however, humans continue to have sex long after they are done procreating. Humans can be drained of their blood and done. Hearing the screams and blissful cries of a woman or man as that creamy fluid is drained from their most erogenous zones never grew old. In such a long life she's had numerous pets and even companions. Humans led such fragile lives and the passion they exuded was intoxicating. Even despite the cries to stop the Asian licked and licked. Her tongue scooping any semblance of that delicious pussy juice that she could get to. That telltale stiffness got her so excited and that sexy mouth covered that milky mound as it gushed with the undeniable evidence of Lacy's arousal." Now... tell me that didn't feel good?" The voice was dripping in sensuality. This was far from over. Idly she continued to lay between those legs and rubbed the head of that clit with her thumb as eyes stared at that sexy pussy. "I think that this a sexy way to spend your birthday." That sweet hot breath beating down upon her latest victim's sex as a little bit of the last juices dripped down that glistening sex. Another slow lick dragged down up the sensitive sex one more time. A middle finger delved into that slick sex and pulled back out to suck off the juices upon it. "Relax, Lacy. You might as well get used to it, my dear. Who doesn't love the feeling of a climax? Hm?" Lacy was humiliated, embarrassed beyond words.....as a lesbian, she treasured a partner that could get her to orgasm. But this woman nestled between her outstretched thighs was no ordinary woman." Yes, she murdered, ashamed that she was telling the woman the truth. "Yes it did feel good...." She moaned softly as the woman played with her clit... Lacy could almost feel the woman's eyes burning a hole into her body. The way the woman spoke she could almost feel honey dripping from her lips...... Lacy could feel the woman following every drop of nectar that dripped from her pussy, as if she was eyeing every drop. Lacy watched intently as the woman slipped a finger into her wet cunt, pulling out and licking it." I.....what do you want from me?," she asked, not really wanting the answer....."would you let me go if I cooperate?" A sweet short laugh sounded as one more lick was savored before the vampire woman climbed up on all fours over the lovely Lacy. Kisses peppered up the creamy skin of that taut stomach. Each nipple gifted a kiss until she was eye to eye with her. "I want you to feed me, Lacy. Day after day." A kiss was stolen from those lips. Feeding her the taste of her own sex with some tongue action. "I would so love to trust you..." The mistrust was there. How many times had she laid her trust out for her prey only for them to feebly fight back? There were two or three that remained faithful to such requests, but they were far and few in between. Lacy was a sexy woman with a moan that could send chills to ghost up the long-living female's spine. "It's not that easy, Lacy." A hand slid between the bed and the woman's ass and grabbed a generous handful and grabbed. Already she wanted more of her. Then again, she also wanted her own pussy violated. "How would you prove that you would be cooperative? How do I know that you will not just run off and what do you expect to gain of your cooperation is trusted?" For an instant, curiosity overwhelmed Lacy's instinct.....she knew she should struggle anew, possibly manage to free herself, then run out screaming for help. Wherever she was, maybe the sight of a naked girl running and frantically pounding on doors wouldn't attract too much attention. And the fact was that she was being held as some sort of captive...." Wh......what do you mean, 'to feed you?," she asked......." I don't understand..... I thought a real vampire needed blood to survive...does that mean you're gonna....bite me?" Lacy still wasn't totally convinced that the woman was what she claimed to be, but something's about her captor wasn't so easy to explain.....her tongue wasn't cut on purpose, she was born with it....those eyes, those God awful burning eyes.....the voice that both demanded attention and obedience..... She had to escape.....she HAD to, but first Lacy knew she had to get the woman's trust......she only hoped that she wouldn't somehow fall under the woman's devious spell before it was too late." I'm.....not sure how to prove that I can be trusted," Lacy replied....." I only ask that you give me a chance...." There went that spine-tingling laughter as the sexy human asked if she was going to bite her. "Could bite you, but I've developed quite the pallet for something more refined. Would you rather have sex or be drained of your blood? Hm? Me... I enjoy the human body... almost worship it. Almost." Those fangs dragged along the curve of Lacy's neck. There was no denying her own roots. Rose was a descendant of Vlad Dracula himself. One of his 'children'. The pungent aroma of that young blood, untainted will illnesses or drugs, called to an age-old song of her kin. The saliva pooled and was it not for the meal of sensual fluids, there was no doubt in her mind that she would have shredded that throbbing curated artery that thrummed like a dinner bell to her sensitive ears. The girl's blood was almost as pure as a virgin's. So bound and so helpless, like the entirety of their short-lived race. How easy would it have been to sink those fangs into that thin flesh and drain the very life that flowed through her veins?" A chance can be what forfeits your life, Lucy. You run away, and I will have no problems hunting you down and draining you of the blood my body accepts to survive or better yet... I will more than happily use you as nothing more than a feeding tube and make your life a living hell. Neither of with I currently look forward to, so for now... you will remain bound." The sexy being dismounted her prey and bent over to reach something upon the floor that could be seen from the bed. The heavy clanking of chains sounded, and a small metal chain was clipped to her ankle. The chain was long enough for the person wearing to walk to the enclosed bathroom that laced a window and only had a toilet and standing shower. The whole set up was rather elegant despite the circumstances. Aside from that, the bound being been allowed only enough clearance to the bathroom and back. Her wrists and ankles were unbound from the bed, but the ankle cuff was slipped on beforehand." Let me make the birthday girl something to eat. No doubt you must be famished with that liquor sitting in your stomach. Be behaved until I get back." Up a flight of steps, she disappeared. Lacy laid there and for the first time, ceased her feeble struggling, panting as the woman dismounted her and bent down, reaching for something. The girl followed the woman's arm with her eyes without moving.....it was a thin chain with a metal band attached to one end. It was obvious after seeing the other end attached to the bed frame that she wasn't the only person that had been secured to it. How many other girls had been trapped here, locked and chained to this same bed? Kept here for God knows how long? Lacy laid there motionless and silent until the woman left the bedroom and went downstairs. Lacy strained to hear telltale footsteps.....satisfied that her captor was indeed downstairs, she leaped off the bed. She began to furiously yank at the chain, trying desperately to dislodge it from the bed frame, but it was padlocked.....no way in hell could it be freed from the bed.Instead, she began to tug at the metal shackle attached to her right ankle. Tears began to form as she fought.....she had to escape....HAD to.... Everything was clear now....the woman had gone into nauseating detail, describing what would happen to her if she tried to escape. She also no longer had any doubts as to what her captor really wanted from her....somehow, either from those horrible fangs or from some kind of diabolical means, she was to be kept at some sort of constant orgasmic state, forced to cum over and over while the woman harvested her pussy nectar. This sounded no better than being treated like a how with hoses glued to her tits, and Lacy wouldn't be surprised if this too was in her near future. She yanked hard, whimpering but doing her best not to make any noise. The last thing she needed was to scream for help and have her captor come back up. She sat on the floor, her naked ass cold as she pulled.... Raven was upstairs cooking a lovely dinner. If she could stomach the smells she would have sampled in it herself, but her taste buds were no longer what they once were. She could eat what humans did, but it would be almost a form of self-punishment if she did. In her long life, she did manage to become a professional chef and the talent stuck with her. With all the time in the world if one did not spend their commingling amongst the short-lived humans one could go mad or view life in a slumbering slate in a catacomb of sorts. A porcelain white platter was dressed with a plate sporting a juicy prime rib steak, a small mound of mashed potatoes, and some bacon-wrapped asparagus. It looked to be something served in a five-star restaurant. A glass of wine and a glass of chilled water and wrapped silverware. Bare feet walked the ancient beauty down the stairs where eyes caught sight of her poor human mulling in her new confines. The food was placed upon the side table in silence and a black plush robe was retrieved from a dresser drawer and tossed on the bed as an option, as opposed to being naked. "This could be a lovely life if you try... and I suggest you do, Lacy." A cooperative pet was such bliss. The last could be ordered to do anything and even when given the option to be set free, she pledged the rest of her life to Raven. The dear didn't make it past fifty. Raven perched herself upon the edge of the bed. The sheets were soft and the dim glow of the lights lent an ambiance that was probably far from what her guest was feeling. While she almost felt pity for the girl, the image of her hanging by her wrist and tits from the ceiling of her sex dungeon with weighted nipple clamps connected to her clip sent a visibly chill to ghost through the women and her mouth to water. "Eat then sleep. You'll need your strength." After such a meal, Raven could call it a night, or day rather, and pick this up whenever her appetite struck. For now, she would leave Lacy. Who knew what she would walk down to in the morning. Lacy continued to cry and whimper as she pulled and yanked at the cold metal shackle keeping her ankle prisoner. She would cut her own foot off if she could is it meant her only chance of escape. She rotated her ankle, almost dislocating it in an attempt to pull it free.....she had to escape before that horrid woman returned....who knew what else lay in store for her..... With an ear focused on the door, she continued to struggle, the sounds of the metal clinking as she fought. It was useless....the shackle wasn't tight enough to cut off circulation but enough to securely keep her ankle locked. Lacy heard the sounds of her captor approaching....she leaped back onto the bed, laying there as the woman came in carrying both food and a plush robe. Lacy hadn't had anything to eat or drink since her capture. As much as the tray looked tempting, she wondered if the food was drugged. Finally hunger overrode her suspicions and she ate almost lavishly. If the dinner was drugged it hardly mattered.... Lacy was already exhausted from her struggling, and after she ate and drank she laid there on the bed, the plush robe open displaying her naked body. Dinner was not drugged, and it brought a smile to those sinfully red lips to see Lacy eat the meal that her owner had prepared for her. After all, it wasn't just slop thrown down onto a tray, it was cooked with thoughts of Lacy herself. The girl had to be hungry. No doubt she had a belly full of alcohol before Raven got her hands on her. Not mention, twas the girl's birthday. Normally the vampire woman would a have a feel for how she would treat her prey: objectify or personify the man or woman. She had to admit, she was rather torn with Lacy. There was the urge to coddle her and make her see the beauty of this relationship or treat the girl as nothing more than a meat bag of sustenance and leave it at that. In silence, those haunting eyes watched as the girl laid upon the bed, after eating, with a look of pure feebleness. The bed was undeniably comfortable and were Raven in the mood to torture the girl, the bed and robe would have been taken out of the equation entirely. Maybe... just maybe, it would do the girl a world of good to realize just how good she had it tonight. Without a word, the plate was gathered and Lacy was left to her own devices. Try as she might, even if she did manage to break through her chains, the acreage of her estate would be quite the challenge to get through. The property was vast with a thicket of forest outlining the parameter. Not to mention, she was not the only one of her kind lurking about. Lesser's lurked and waited in the shadows. True carnal creatures that existed only with the drive to feed off of the life source of the next human they came across. The very thought made a smile tug at the corner of those crimson lips. Now she found herself contemplating letting the girl go. Let her brave what was beyond the walls of her lovely home. During the daytime, she stood a chance, but at night... poor thing would be hunted down with salivating jaws and canines at the ready. No gentleness in right. Precious blood spilled and ripped from her very body. Admittedly it was a thought that made goosebumps dance across every inch of her flesh in delight. A milk bath was drawn, and the equally pale flesh soaked with the roses floating upon the surface and making a stark contrast to the image. Long black hair melded with the ivory liquid. Eyes closed with a dark atmosphere illuminated to some degree with numerous melted candles from fat and short to thin and tall. Here is where she stayed until the early afternoon. Her ears always attuned to her surrounding, near and far, even in her slumber. It was both a curse and a blessing. Lacy was too engrossed in the dinner to notice the fact that the robe had by now opened, displaying her naked body, in particular her more than ample 36D breasts. If the woman ventured to look further down she would see the girl's freshly shaved pussy... Lacy didn't always shave 'down there' but she was in the mood to look and feel exceptionally sexy. It was a strange contradiction.....she was pampered with a meal that was fantastic but at the same time she still felt the coldness of the metal shackle on her ankle." So.... I know now what you want of me," she said in a soft yet controlled voice. What she was about to say might come across as irritating to her captor, but at least they will know where both stood."you want me as your sex slave," she continued.....to keep me having non-stop orgasms so you can feed off my juice.....is that it?" Her question remained unanswered as the woman took the tray away then went to the bathroom. Through the open door Lacy could see the large sunken roman bathtub. Her captor stepped into the tub in all her naked arousing majesty. Lacy AHD to admit...despite the woman's dark desires, she was very beautiful...she gazed at the woman's firm upright tits as she settled into the tub. As Lacy craned her neck, she could see whatever it was in the tub wasn't water, but some kind of milky liquid.....was it some kind of mixture of female sex fluid? The woman stayed in the tub silent for hours.... Lacy laid there on the bed, unaware of her fate.....

SCREAMS IN THE DARK......CindyHarrison & Lady Bloody Ava|rating:3.0

Trapped (AidaLily and Xiddeus)

Miss Yamato was on her way to her new boss's house as she looked out towards the sky. Her thoughts were filled with different things, but mainly a slight hatred of her father. He was a gambling man and one night had gambled too much and could not repay his debts. The man he had borrowed the money from was going to come kill her father and her and the rest of the family if he could not repay him within 48 hours. Only six hours later after her father had been out doing whatever odd jobs he could find to try and raise the money, he came back saying that their problems were all solved. Her mother had looked at her father and smiled asking him how he managed that. It was then her father sat down on the couch in the living room and looked at them all. He told them that in order to do it, Miss had to go work as the man's servant. All her training to be a good upstanding lady would be useless as she would now be the man's personal servant until her father could repay him. Miss had looked at her father and bowed her head accepting what was to become of her. She didn't want to do it, but she was an honorable young woman, and so she would honor her father's agreement with the man.Finally, she had reached her destination and put the thoughts aside for the moment. The young eighteen-year-old girl got out the car and looked at the place. She had long black hair tied flowing down her back. She was wearing a nice kimono to be presented to the man before he gave her what she was supposed to work in. The kimono hid her nice 34C cup breasts, small waist, and medium backside. She then blinked a few times at the size of the place and let out a sigh. Would she be responsible for cleaning all this? She assumed that is what a servant would do in her situation, but something was bothering her as she walked up to the door. Her father didn't know what kind of man offered to pay off his debts and just said that he was a nice one. Miss took a deep breath. She was nervous and scared as she truly did not know what to expect from this man she was supposed to be working for. She went and walked into the house as were her instructions and she was shaking a little." H-Hello?", she called out when she did not she the man anywhere. A sharply dressed man in a tuxedo like butler uniform arrived from somewhere in the depths of the house. He stopped at the doorway and looked her up and down. His distinctly Japanese features were overshadowed by the strange British clothes he wore. He was short and sported strange horned glasses, another British Custom. His arms rested at his sides, one hand at his waist, a cloth draped over it." You must be Miss Yamato. I am Navajo Takeda. The master is currently out, but he said he would return later after some business to meet you personally. I will show to your room where your uniform is. Please follow me." He then turned away and walked off into the maze of rooms, not even bothering to see if she followed. He walked stiffly like he was made from steel bars, almost like a mechanical man or something. Furthermore, he turned down a long hallway and into what he called the west wing... Furthermore, he talked as he walked, explaining the various functions of different rooms and that each would be her responsibility to maintain, among other functions. His was to maintain the house when guests arrived and to direct them around as he was primarily a server. The guest rooms were also usually off limits by the staff after their stay and a company of cleaners were hired to perform cleanup on them during such. He came to a door at the end of the hall and opened it." This will be yours." he looked at her kimono once more, "I would keep that around, the master would enjoy such as he is a traditional man. Your uniforms are in that closet there. Occasionally, the master will take us out to buy us more civil clothes for off times. Consider it a blessing, most do not do so, but he likes to appear more caring than he is. I would take advantage of it if I were you. He usually takes more care of the ladies who work for him. Do you have any questions for me before I return to my duties?" Miss followed Navajo through the house and continued to look around listening to his instructions and more. She felt relieved that this was nothing like her father had told her before she left. She thought she would have to be her new boss's personal servant and be at his side serving him through most of the day. In her own mind she had been afraid that she would be left all alone in this house with just the man that helped her father. She was more than happy that this was not the case at least that was what she gathered so far. Her face didn't betray how relieved she felt granted she wasn't completely clear on what her duties were. She continued to follow him through the house until they were in the room that she would be staying in. The room was pretty bland, but suitable for a servant. Misa walked into the room and then opened up the closet that held her uniforms. Inside were western style maids outfits, and she was a bit curious as to why a traditional man would have his servants wear western style clothes. She listened to Navajo speak about how the master would sometimes buy them clothes for off times, and she smiled happy that she would at least get a break from cleaning and such. "Oh yes. I do have a few questions Mr. Takeda.," Miss said to him. "First, I would like to know exactly what my duties are. Do they just involve cleaning and maintaining the rooms that you have mentioned to me or do my duties involve more than that?", she asked him. "I would also like to know do I start right away or wait until I meet the master of the house to begin my duties?" Navajo looked down his nose long and hard at her before he spoke." Your primary concern will be to tend these rooms in the western wing. Myself, I have the east wing. You will also be required at times to serve him at his request, his chamber being here in the west wing, upstairs. You will find that it looks much different from the rest of the manor. He feels it necessary to appease the current powers in order to maintain his own standing, though, you will find that sometimes he will throw all of that away if he thinks there is a gain to it, such as in your case. The master does his best to take care of his servants, our very lives having depended on him as it be." He allowed himself a smirk at the obviously shocked look that came across her face. "Oh, you thought this was merely temporary... No my dear... We will live out the rest of our lives in servitude to Master Midshipman. It will help your state of mind if you learn to accept that." His face softened for a moment as his words settled in. "Like I was saying, he does his best to take care of us... Though, for your sake I would suggest obeying his every command, when he has been drinking... well, I will not gossip about the things that I have heard. Nor will I speak ill of my master. Any other questions, young lady?" He finished and his stoic face returned. Miss could not keep the shocked look off her face when he pretty much told her that this would be permanent. She thought she would only have to work for this man until her father paid back his debt to him. Was she the actual payment and not just something to assure that the man got his payment? Not to mention that not only would she be responsible for maintaining the rooms, but she might have to serve the master personally as well. She looked down wanting to cry as she listened to Mr. Takeda talk about how it would be better to obey his every command especially when he has been drinking and such. When he finished speaking she shook her head and had a few tears sliding down her face. "N-No... I have no further questions Mr. Takeda.," Miss said to him sniffling a bit. She had wanted to be able to go home and live out her life with her family when this was over until she was eventually married off to a nice young man in which she could have her own family with. "I will change and get started on the rooms right away.," she said to him. She wiped away the tears and lifted her head up. She was a lady, and would act like one even if she was going to be a servant for the rest of her life. Furthermore, she after all still had her values and more which she would never give up as long as she lived. "The Master is not unkind, as I said. He will allow you visits to your family... he is quite certain you will return after such visits and will keep them timely. He is understanding after all. Furthermore, he does not wish to seem a monster to his associates anyway. You do not have to begin until tomorrow if that is your wish, the house is yours to explore in the meantime. Now, if You will excuse me." He spared her another understanding look and then turned on his heel, the soles of his shoes clicking with every step, leaving the young girl to her self and her thoughts... Across town in a high-rise hotel, a party was in full swing. The revelers and merrymakers bouncing around drunkenly at a low slung table, traditional in every way save for the few British and American guests. Lord Hide yo Midshipman stood slowly, teetering with his own drink held high." Friends, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to toast to our newfound friends and to our honored guest, the great boss Tattoo!" he drank as everyone raised theirs in turn and joined his toast. He downed it in one gulp and set it down. "Also, I would like to present to Boss Tattoo a gift, for his fine work he as done for, as our American friends call it, 'Our little thing." He stepped away from the table and grasped an ancient blade from a nearby stand. He walked respectfully to the aging man at the head of the table and bowed his head to him." Boss, for your years of friendship and for all the times you have given us profit, this blade was handed down by generations of Midshipman to me, and as you are a father to this quickly approaching Middle Age himself man, I would give this to you as the greatest of honors..." He kneeled and presented the blade, still sheathed to the older gentleman, as the man smiled and reached for it, Hide yo grasped the pommel and with one swift motion drew the blade and separated the man's head from his shoulders. The blade flicked and blood spattered across the table, splattering against some of the partygoers. It returned to its sheathe, and he stood slowly, still very drunk and very angry. "And that is the honor bestowed upon those who would spread lies and rumors to police about our business. No one shall talk of 'Our thing.'" He smiled at each guest in turn, the look of horror and shock evident upon their stupid faces. "I am afraid I have ruined this evening. Forgive my drunkenness and may the next time we meet." He snatched up a Saki bottle as they fled the room. It was time to return home... Miss nodded and once he left threw herself down on the bed and cried for a little while. Once she was done crying she went into the bathroom and washed her face changing into one of the maid's outfits she was supposed to wear around the house and began to explore. She had no idea when the master would be home and therefore didn't want to explore too much. She walked around looking in different rooms and more. Furthermore, she found the servant's kitchen and ate herself an apple before exploring some more. Furthermore, she had found a hair tie in one of the uniforms and used it to tie her long hair back into a ponytail. Furthermore, she found one of the room she was to maintain and spent some time looking it over. It was a rather nice room full of things she knew she should not ever break so that she didn't get into trouble. After looking at that room for a bit, she went and explored more of the house except for the places that were off limits. The driver opened the door for his master as he stepped out, or rather fell out and into his driveway, thankfully only a few feet from his home. He threw off the hands that moved to help him and stumbled towards the door. The world spun uncontrolled as he puked up the Saki he had drank earlier. It must have been that American drink... whiskey, that was it. He grabbed his banister and heaved himself at the front door. Magically it opened before he made it and he struggled to catch himself. Navajo stood there, waiting for his master to speak, a small glass of wine in his hand. Hide yo took the glass and downed its contents. He handed it back to Navajo before falling into a nearby chair. Navajo closed the door and hurried over to a tray, another glass there. He handed to his master and strode away into the maze of rooms." You are a good man Navajo." Hide yo growled as he sipped at this drink... ah, yes. Scottish Whiskey. He hated the American version. He stood unsteadily and began to make his way to his chambers. Carefully, yet quite drunkenly he staggered to and fro. He stopped and leaned against a door frame on his way, only to see a beautiful young woman in a maid outfit bent overlooking at one of his antique vases... He eyed her legs as she continued to gaze at the piece... he followed them all the way up until the skirt blocked his view. Shame, he thought. "Its Persian, and over 400 years old." Miss had been exploring more of the house when she had found another of the rooms in which she would be responsible to maintain. It was a room full of priceless antiques and curiously enough she went in the room exploring it further. There were many different things in this room, but only few caught her eye. The first piece that caught her eye was that of a sad looking young woman in a cage looking at the moon. Miss had stared at it for a long time realizing that the woman in the picture and her may as well be the same. The second piece that caught her eye was an ancient tapestry that just breathtakingly beautiful and therefore hard to describe. Lastly one of the antique vases caught her eye. It was also beautifully decorated, and she had bent over to take a better look at it. Misa froze when she heard the sound of a man's voice behind her. This man had a voice a bit deeper than that of Mr. Takeda, and she felt fear wash through her body as she straightened up and turned around slowly. She took a good look at the man and how he was dressed realizing that he must be the master of this place. Quickly Mina bowed to him in respect careful not to knock the vase over. "Oh...hello. My name is Miss Yamato.," she said in a clear voice with her head still bowed out of respect. "Am I correct in assuming that you are indeed Lord Midshipman?", she asked straightened up a bit but with her head still pointed to the floor. Hide yo gazed at petite body in the western style of maid uniform, another of the quirks these foreigners had forced upon his country. He still recalled his father, Canada Midshipman, returning home to inform him to be a man for his mother and sister while he went to war against the southern clans that had joined with the Imperialist dogs that now ruled this great country. Had his father and the other Wolves of Tattoo samurai won, he would be a samurai lord today. But instead the Imperial dogs had cheated and used guns and rifles, cowards tactics. Hide yo wished that these uniforms were open in the front though, he would have been afforded a much better view of her breasts." Indeed, I am." his drunken mind could not piece together a comprehensive thought though, and so he merely staggered forward. He stopped short, leaning heavily before her before straightening slowly. The smell of alcohol was almost overpowering as he stood near her, it almost seemed to radiate from him like he was pickled like the cabbages were in kimchi. "This however, is from Britain. It, too, is around that age." He indicated an exquisite piece of sculpture of Celtic background, allowing her to take it in and behold the fine artisans of the figure. Before he deliberately pushed it off of the pedestal and sent it crashing to the floor with a resounding clatter of stone and clay." Oops." he declared with what sounded like drunken victory over the offending piece. He smiled at her shocked look and brought his hand up to her face. He ran his fingers across her cheek, laughing as she twisted her head away. Drunkenly he groped at her breast then instead. Miss watched as the master, who was obviously intoxicated, stumbled into the room. She looked at him hiding the emotion of fear off her face even though that was the emotion that she was very much feeling right now. When he got closer she could smell the overpowering scent of alcohol on him and nearly vomited. He smelled as if he had been bathing in alcohol rather than drinking it. As he began to speak about another art piece she looked at it taking in its beauty. "It is a rather beautiful piece of work.," Miss said to him as she then watched in horror when he pushed it over. Growing up to be a lady, she had learned a few things about art and knew that the older pieces were actually quite valuable. To see him just openly destroy one was a shock to her system as she figured that someone such as Master Midshipman would appreciate the fine art. She felt him reach out to touch her cheek and then turned away from him closing her eyes not wanting him to touch her. Miss's eyes flew open though when she felt his hand touch her breast and took a deep breath removing his hand from that area. "That is quite enough Lord Midshipman.," Miss said to him feeling some relief after she had removed his hand. "I shall be going to bed now. I will clean up that mess in the morning.," she told him with the same impassive face. She gave him one last look and then turned heading out the room. Hide yo reached for her as she turned away and stormed off. He would have caught her arm had he been sober, even if had only been drunk, he would have managed to grasp it. However, he simply fell to the ground, his balance completely gone as he crashed to the floor. He laughed long and hard at his predicament, and it echoed down the halls. He continued to laugh as the world around him spun out of control. Well, he thought, you are probably so drunk that you could not even perform as a man should. He grasped at his groin and felt that it had not reacted at all to the pretty young thing. Bah, too drunk to even rise. This only made him laugh all the harder as he struggled with the statue of Palms next to him, using it to right himself. He patted her marble breast and shambled off towards his chambers. He bounced off of walls and closed doors till he reached his personal stair. Managing the stair proved difficult and after tumbling a few feats back down to the first floor, he decided that crawling up was best. Gaining the top stair he grabbed the banister and hoisted himself to a standing position. He slid along the wall until he reached his door, a simple rice paper sliding door. He threw it aside and fell into his rooms, the nightingale boards creeping with his weight. Floundering along he undressed and rolled onto his taxi mat, his naked body cooled in the still night air, and he gazed in wonder at the stars out his window. Seeing that they did not see fit to stay still, spinning in a manner similar to the rest of the world, he puked and blessedly passed out. The morning would find him in much the same way as he had fallen unconscious, naked and covered in his own vomit, his blanket still clean and neatly folded off to the side, forgotten. Miss woke up the next morning putting the thoughts of what had happened last night out of her mind. Surely it had only happened because Lord Midshipman had been drunk and not due to anything else. Miss slowly got out of bed and went into the bathroom washing up before getting dressed in her maid's uniform. She stopped quickly past the servant's kitchen eating another piece of fruit before looking for and finding cleaning materials. Once she had what she needed, she went to the antique room from last night and began to clean up the broken statue. As she worked she began humming to herself softly remembering her family and how she wished her dad didn't have a problem with gambling. She stood up brushing dust off her uniform as she then threw away the destroyed artwork. Once that was taken care of she began the task of dusting and cleaning the art pieces in the room and after about an hour or two she was finished and went to work on another room that she was responsible for. Her thoughts wandered as she hummed and clean to her teachings growing up and realized that they were all she had left to hold on to. Hide yo awoke to the sun shining brightly into his eyes. Blinking he bit back the bile that threatened to rise in his throat. He swallowed and brought himself to a sitting position. His clothes lay in a path leading out his door and he lay naked upon his bed. Vomit, covered his chest and mat, and he snarled in disgust. Slowly, painfully, he stood and walked to his bath, an outdoor house in the old traditional style. He could feel the new electric heating technology was working as it warmed the water and one of the few things he allowed that was modern into his personal chambers. Most of his private rooms were still lit by candle and oil. They each resembled ancient traditional samurai trappings and furnishings. He cleaned himself before returning to his bedroom to find a suitable set of clothes. He chose a male home gown and tied his hair up into a traditional topknot, letting the long strands at his temples dangle freely. Bowing before a shrine to warriors of old, he drew his blade and performed a few kayas to loosen himself and help prepare his mind for the day. Finishing, he replaced the weapon upon its pedestal and gave thanks to its spirit for its continued service, promising it more blood if it did so. He stood and walked over to a rope hanging in the corner, pulling it sharply it rang a small bell below in the kitchen, that soundly resounded throughout the manor. It was the breakfast bell, and he walked over to his personal eating room and set himself down at the low table, on his knees before it. He waited, quietly, forgetting entirely the events of the night before after he had slain the traitor in his midst. Miss had been cleaning out another room when another servant came up to her. They told her that she must take Lord Midshipman his breakfast this morning as there was a little problem in the kitchen that needed to be sorted out. Miss had then nodded and bowed after getting instructions to his private eating room. She took the tray of food and started walking upstairs to where she would find him. In truth, she didn't want to be anywhere near Lord Midshipman after last night's events afraid he might once again try something with her. She did not care about the fact that he was a powerful lord. All she cared about was keeping her innocence and not giving it to such a man that would get drunk and then inappropriately touch one of his servants. No, that sort of man would be taking the one thing she had left to be proud of. She found her way to his private eating room after a few moments and slid the door open before walking in." I have brought your breakfast Lord Midshipman.," Miss said to him and then walked over to him and placed the tray down on the table in front of him. "Is there anything else you need Lord Midshipman?", she asked with her head still bowed in respect for him. She was particularly glad that the western style uniform did not go much lower than it did otherwise he would have gotten a nice view of her breasts. Hide yo glanced up at the girl that had brought him his morning meal. She was new, he did not recognize her. Wait, Yamato. Yes of course, he had allowed the gambler's debts to slide in exchange for his daughter to be one of his servants. Miss, he thought. Miss Yamato. Yes that was her name, she must have arrived here yesterday and began her duties today. He fixed her with cold, heartless eyes and spoke with her." Well, Miss Yamato, isn't it? I believe you were to start yesterday, and I did not recognize you at first, you must favor your mother. I hope you understand about your father, this is merely the cost of business. An unfortunate practice some might say, but one that would see his debts erased as you work them off over the course of your lifetime... and I assure you that his debt is quite high. Higher, I think than he ever should have realized... I also believe that he will continue his gambling. Perhaps your mother will join us. If he keeps this up I will be forced to kill him, as servants are only worth so much before money becomes the primary concern. For your families sake I hope he has learned his lesson losing you. But we shall see won't we." He did not recall the events of the night before. He was merely the cold heartless businessman with no time for human needs and emotions. Miss resisted the urge to look at him. He didn't seem to remember what happened last night and for that she was grateful. To her that meant that he would not attack her again. "I understand Lord Midshipman. It is an honor to serve you. Thank you for helping my family in its time of need. I sincerely hope that my father does not continue gambling for my family's sake.," Miss said to him. She stood there not sure of what to do. She was not use to a life of servitude, but she knew she better get used to it quickly. Not only that but this man was different from the man she had met last night. This one seemed more calm, collected, and mean. She remembered Mr. Takeda saying that the master was kind to his servants at some points, but she did not think she could expect kindness from what seem to be a heartless man. After all, he had just mentioned that he might have to kill her father to her face. How could someone like that be kind at all. Misa stood there for several minutes unsure of whether she was supposed to wait for him to finish eating. The other servant girl had not given her any more instructions than to bring Lord Midshipman his food. She looked at the floor. "Is there anything else I can do for you Lord Midshipman?", Miss asked respectfully. "Yes, bring a small bottle of warm Saki, I find that I have a headache from last night's drink. The westerner's drink never appealed to me." he took a sip of the morning wine in his cup and then had another thought. "Also, ensure that my sleeping area is cleaned, apparently another victim of the devil's drink, and check to see if the guest rooms are still clear. We shall have a couple staying with us tonight... westerners. They will require your personal attentions during their short stay. I hope to be rid of them by tomorrow. Again, another unfortunate cost of business is associates that I wish I did not need." he pulled his chopsticks and held his sleeve back as he served himself some food. He brought the bit to his mouth, then stopped... "I will be out today for a bit, make sure these things are completed before the sun sets as I shall return then." and with a wave dismissed her. He turned his attention back to the food she had brought and did his best to eat as much as he could, hoping the wine would rid himself of the hangover the western drink had given him. Furthermore, he thought of his day ahead, and the places he had to go. There were moneys to collect, and his own men were needing some of his less wanted attention. He thought about bringing his weapon, but decided that a simple slap would suffice today, he had made an excellent example of his prowess yesterday and felt that all would listen better today. His thoughts turned to his guests tonight, an ambassador and his 'Secretary.' of course, the Imperial Governor would send them his way. That lapdog would always force the rich to his will and ensure his own position in front of the Emperor. Hide yo wondered if he could get away with murdering the governor then... If he were to lose face first, then it would be... overlooked, and he allowed himself to smile at the thought. Miss bowed and then left the room. She was thankful that nothing more happened or was said to her besides the orders that she had received. She left the room and made her way down to the kitchen getting a warm bottle of sake for Lord Midshipman. On the way to the kitchen she made sure that the guest rooms were still clear and in good use for the guests. Once in the kitchen she got him a bottle of sake and warmed it to an appropriate temperature taking it through the house and up to his eating area. She placed it on the table by the breakfast that he was still finishing. "Here is the sake you requested Lord Midshipman. Also, the guest rooms are clear for your guests tonight.," she said to him and then went into his sleeping chambers. The smell of vomit hit her pretty strong and almost made her vomit herself as she started cleaning out his sleeping area. The taxi mat was soaked through with vomit, and she quickly went to a closet and got another one getting rid of the one that was soiled. She then worked on cleaning the vomit off of the floor humming to herself as she did so. Hide yo bowed only his head in thanks for his sake. He poured himself a cup and drank the rice wine slowly, feeling the warm and burning liquid slide down his throat. Quickly he could feel the headache ease and disappear. Standing, he left the rest behind as he walked back into his sleeping room. The air, indeed reeked of vomit, and he found himself wanting to retch again. Already, Miss Yamato was hard at work getting the foul stench out of the floor. He watched her for just a second and was curious what she looked like without the uniform... but quickly dismissed the idea for he had much to do today. He strode to his standing closet and opened it to reveal many business suits. Furthermore, he dropped his robes without a second thought to Miss Yamato only a few feet behind him, revealing his toned and naked body. The full body tattoo signifying his lifelong devotion to Yakuza and the scars of many battles strewn across his flesh, plainly revealed. But he gave her the same thought he would his furniture, none. Dressing none too quickly but with purpose nonetheless, he turned and finished buttoning his collar. It was a western style suit, and one he hated but was forced to wear to fit in with the rest of society. Striding away and out of the room without so much as a word or even a further glance in her direction, he made his way downstairs and to his awaiting car. Miss was hard at work scrubbing the floor when Lord Midshipman came in. She glanced at him briefly before going back and scrubbing the floor. Suddenly she heard the rustling of clothes and curiously looked back to see that he was naked and did not seem to care that she was in the room at all. She saw his tattoo and bit her lips to keep herself from gasping. She had heard of such tattoos, and it made her realize that her boss was probably some sort of crime boss or ruthless businessman. Furthermore, she quickly went back to cleaning trying to be as busy as possible, but the whole thing scared her more than she would admit. He could possibly kill her if she didn't listen to him, but she had her morals and as long as he tried nothing with her everything would be fine. She would rather die than have him strip her of her dignity and more. She finished the floor, made sure everything was set up nice and neatly, and then went to make sure the guest rooms were ready for the guests. The guests rooms of course being located on the other side of the house from where her master slept. She had just barely finished it all moments before her master was due home. Hide yo gazed in contempt as the city passed by, not even changing that gaze when he reached his own home. Stepping out of the car, he brushed away the invisible travel dirt and wished that he had the power base to overthrow the current regime and make whole the shogunate he remembered. But, this was not the case, and he had to make do under it. He had little to do before his guests would arrive, so he hurried inside. "Delano! Ensure the wine is ready! Miss! Double-check the kitchens and make sure they left plenty of the dishes that these westerners enjoy!" He yelled into his house and rushed to his rooms, there he quickly changed into a more casual suit and glared at himself in the mirror. Oh, how ugly these western clothes were, he thought to himself as he struck a match and smoked on the pipe given to him by the now arriving guest. He could hear a car pulling into his drive and knew Delano would already be at the door, waiting. Hide yo himself slowly made his way down, to greet them after their coats were put away, and with a wholly new face than the one he usually wore. Smiling broadly he welcomed them into his home and ushered them to their rooms. It was the British Ambassador and his lovely secretary, and they loved coming to this country, all the lovely people and the lovely food, lovely this, lovely that... Hide yo wondered to himself why he never killed this man... probably so he did not dull his blade on such a dullard. Miss had gone to the kitchen to make sure the cooks had all the food the westerners liked. She sighed taking a look at it all and then went to tell Lord Midshipman that everything was in order. When she went up there she would meet the man and his wife who Lord Midshipman said that she would be taking care of during their stay. She went over to her master and bowed respectfully. "Everything is in order in the kitchen's Lord Midshipman.," she said to him and then looked at the guests. They were different from any other people she had seen as she had not seen too many westerners in her lifetime. "A pleasure to meet you both.," Miss said to them bowing respectfully to them as well. "Is there anything else you would like me to do at this time Lord Midshipman?", Miss asked him. Hide yo nodded sagely as she performed her pleasantries. As she asked of any further duties he placed a finger upon her elbow, directing her to walk out of the room that would be his guest's quarters. "Yes, proceed downstairs with Delano, and he will show you how to pick a fine dinner wine," he lowered his voice so only she could hear as they passed into the hall and out of sight. "The Ambassador is a British man, though he enjoys the drink from Scotland. Scotch. Any of the bottles will be fine, but serve that in the guest study. After we have eaten... make that three bottles. He is a man of due diligence after all and refuses to drink alone." he made a face at how much he would be forced to drink, but at least the foul liquid would not have him nearly as hung over as the American whiskey did. "Serve us in about thirty minutes the food and wine, that should be plenty of time for them to get settled in." and he strode away to rejoin his guests, leaving her to her own devices as well as his orders. Miss walked out the room when she was told to and nodded at his instructions. "Yes I shall have it ready for them Lord Midshipman.," she said to him and then went and did as he had instructed. She waited the full thirty minutes before bringing the westerners and her Lord the food and drink he had specified. She gave the westerners friendly smiles as was the custom in their country or so she believed. Furthermore, she had been told when being brought up as a lady that westerners liked the staff to be nice, courteous, and all around pleasant. Furthermore, she was being as nice as she possibly could consider that these were her orders and she did not want to incur Lord Midshipman's wrath. "Will any of you be needing anything else at this moment?", she asked head bowed in respect as she was taught. He chatted a while with the Ambassador and even casually flirted with the secretary. As the meal progressed, Hide yo found that her casual flirtation seemed more when the Ambassador was disposed in the restroom. He quickly stole a kiss from the pretty lady and settled back into his previous demeanor as soon as the Ambassador returned, a quick wink at the woman to tell her of his plans for later. As Miss awaited any further orders, Hide yo merely shook his head and waved her on, knowing she would remember the scotch to be placed in the study. She seemed quite diligent in her duties and Delano seemed to think she would do rather well, though he deigned to speak of her with their Master, Hide yo believed that he was trying to protect the thing from something... he was not sure what, but he had an idea that it was him. As the Ambassador once more retired to the restroom, Hide yo moved back to his secretary and resumed his attentions upon her, it was always like this when he had a few to drink, wine always got him started... but real alcohol always got him ready for action... regardless of others ideas. Miss bowed and left the room and went to get the scotch ready in the study. She grabbed the glasses and the alcoholic beverage and went into the study. After she was in there, she placed the tray with the glasses and scotch on the table and moved around tidying up the study just a little bit for her master's important guests. She sighed when it was finished and made sure that the guest's room was still prepared the way her master had asked as she would be attending to the westerners during their stay. She smiled seeing how satisfactory everything was and went back to the outside of the study awaiting the master to come their to have a drink with the man and his secretary. Furthermore, she closed her eyes hoping that she was doing a good job with her duties as to not upset this man after Mr. Taken had warned her when she first arrived not to. Hide yo and the secretary, a Miss Hutchins, giggled as the Ambassador passed out in his chair. "I do believe Mr. Thomas has had enough." he stated simply as he stood, shakily, and staggered over to the young lady. "Miss Hutchins, I hate to impose, but could you assist me to my quarters? I do believe I have imbibed too much myself." He leered at her, knowing full well that he had only appeared to imbibe too much, well, he had indeed drank quite a bit, but was not as drunk as he was acting. He wanted to get Miss Hutchins into his room for an entirely different reason. She readily agreed and slipped under his arm. Together they shuffled out into the hall, there he noticed Miss... he stopped short and leered at her, whispering into her ear as he leaned in. "What, did you want to help me to my room to? Perhaps help me with some other problems?" he laughed wildly at that as he pinched her rear and staggered away. His drunken mind told him that he would eventually have her, after all, she belonged to him. Where else would she go? She had to stay here. He laughed with Miss Hutchins all the way to his room, and when his door closed, Miss could still here the moans and screams of pleasure from within... even downstairs. The next morning would find the Ambassador and his secretary getting ready to leave, the events of the night before not even a mention, as the Ambassador himself had no idea and the secretary, Miss Hutchins was not about to admit to anyone what had occurred... even as the morning bell rang from Hide yo's rooms.

Trapped (AidaLily and Xiddeus)|rating:2.0

When Olympus Isn't Enough [One on one__ Astalinnon]

Character//Harley the 'Muse'Age// Unknown Species// Goddess, Greek to be exact, one of the muses.//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\As blue faded to violet and violet to black, the sun yawned its last rays, moving down to make way for the lady moon. Clouds rolled leisurely across the sky in hopes of blocking out the few stars that had come out to play, jealous of the twinkling lights and their beauty. This setting could be seen through the treeless part of the lampless park, people vacating the area and going home for the night- It was never safe to be out by one's self. The large clock in the city struck ten, although there was no one around to hear it -- All were housed within Hypnotize; a nightclub of ill repute. It was open mic night at the club and everyone was there checking out the new talent, be it the auditioning dancers, or sing-along-song singers -- It wasn't often anyone was able to cinch a part within the club. All the employees within were dressed up to the nines- It being Halloween night, every single adult in the area attracted to the idea of nameless (and sometimes faceless) one-night stands. Standing behind the curtain waiting her turn, the nameless woman watched from a part in the long, heavy fabric, storm-Grey eyes watching the current singer stumble through a drunken rendition of some pop singer's current hit. Slender fingers were smoothed over the silken toga she'd donned, finding it closer to her own apparel then most would think -- Then again, goddesses on Olympus wore next to nothing if they could get away with it. She adjusted the green and gold ivy wreath on her head, walking past the stumbling drunken girl as she came off the stage, wobbling towards a trashcan. Obviously, where she belonged. Standing out on the dimly lit stage, no one expected any of the patrons to watch these shows-They were all more interested in what was going on elsewhere (it was a big club, lots of activities.) Picking up the microphone in one hand, Harley waited for her choice of music -- Without words -- to start, a beguiling grin curving her lips in a very Cheshire catlike expression. I don't know what all this talk is about. This is just some club. How in the hell am I supposed to be excited about music loud enough to cause damage to me, and a large amount of drunken girls stumbling around, making themselves out to be like whores. I still think we should have done something else. Matt's voice was all but drowned out as he tried to speak to his two friends, but they paid little notice to him. Everything that he had said weren't interesting were there very reason his friends were here. Even when he stood in line to get in, he already felt alienated. His friends were dressed as a cave man and a gladiator, and it seemed every other person in line had on less than a costume, more of an excuse to show off their bodies. Matt felt almost odd, looking around, seeing so much skin, but seeing his own Greek soldier outfit much less revealing. He muttered to himself, trying to give himself hope that the night wasn't a complete waste. Don't worry about it, man. It might be fun... get some drinks, hang out with your friends, maybe pick up a lady... it can't be so bad. He was wrong, just like a part of him knew he would be. Within twenty seconds of entering the club, his two friends left him to fend for himself. He knew that this would happen, they probably followed some scantily clad woman like a dog chasing a car's hubcap, hoping to get lucky. Matt didn't blame them, though, he was rather hoping for the same thing. But he was far from the social adepts that they were, and he soon found himself sitting at the tables in front of the mic stand, a drink in his hand, and his eyes watching the performers, hoping that some of them would entertain him. He sighed, sipping at his drink as a woman in a toga stood up to the mic. She certainly looked... interesting, for lack of a better word. Matt instantly felt like a part of him knew her, and certainly was attracted to her, but thought nothing of the vague feelings as he waited for her to begin. He finished off his drink, muttering some to himself. Maybe she'll be good... lord knows no one else has been even close to good yet. The muse had dubbed herself 'Harley', not trusting the mortal world enough to use her actual name -- Plus, Harley was exciting, not Greek and the perfect cover up. Smoothing her hands over the delicate swell of hips, she simply let her hands stay there, a pretty smile given to the crowd before she started to sing. Her voice was absolutely intoxicating -- Magical, if one wanted to make a pun about it -- like one of the sirens of old. It was the same thing every Halloween; come down from Olympus and continue to look for someone related to her long-lost lover, the one that had her cursed to stay where she belonged unless she bound him -- Or one of his relatives -- to herself. Many Halloweens had come and gone and each time Harley had been unsuccessful; it was another year, another attempt. The song was for her lover, and would probably appeal to anyone related, beckoning them to her. She was tempting fate by using her magics, cheating was the word really, although she didn't care. All she'd have to do is sing her song, see if she was approached - besides the simpering idiots that thought they could lay her - and if not, continue to the next club. Even the dim lights on the stage didn't allow for her to see who was in the crowd, watching, although she could feel their emotions on her awareness; like a butterfly caught in a web. There were too many drunks, too many desperate souls that longed for too many things. Needless to say, she was looking forward to finishing. Matt's drink fell to the floor the moment she started singing. Despite all his best efforts to control his muscles, he seemed unable, and his glass fell to the floor, making a loud clinking sound. He took a deep breath, trying to gain control over himself, but the song had an effect on him. More than anything, he felt drawn to the stage, like an addict would his vice. He knew it was stupid, he knew that it made no sense at all, but slowly, he could not resist as his legs moved on their own, and the man stood from his table. He fought against it, but he wanted to go to the stage so bad, that it was all but futile. Furthermore, he took slow, reluctant steps, one after the other, getting closer and closer to the stage. His voice was shaky, and confused What the hell...? What is this.? I... need to go to the stage, but why.? His words had no effect or served any purpose than for him to voice his confusion, his body still drawing nearer to the stage. It took him a good while, a minute at least, for him to reach the platform, and he did nothing but stood before the singer, staring up at her, almost entranced. Something was wrong, something was off here, that much he knew, but for some reason, he didn't seem to care much. Harley didn't look like most of the girl's did, having covered most of her form in that toga- But wasn't the idea to leave things to the imagination? Didn't that make things more fun? Harley absolutely adored the thrill of the 'hunt', everything right up to sex being foreplay - Including introductions and flirting. Fingers of her free hand slid up to comb back through her black hair, the ends of which looking as though they'd been dipped in blood - Figuratively speaking, being as that was the color. Her skin was pale and olivine, eyes dark and shaded with even darker colors; all visible from Matt's new point of view at her feet at the base of the stage. Her head had tilted inquisitively, a brow arching heavenwards as she looked at Matt, watching his face -- He looked. Spellbound. Her expression lit up, the muse finishing her song before descending from the stage via side stairs. If he was what she thought he was, he'd approach on his own. Silken white sheet-like material clung to her form as she sashayed to the bar, ordering a vodka shot-Silent Sam, she had requested, seeing as though it was scent-less and tasteless; all other things not really appealing, besides sambuca. And approach he did. More out of a primal need to speak to her than anything else, he walked towards her, the plastic that he wore on his body making sounds with each slow step. He passed by quite a few lights on the way to her, allowing her a good look at him. He was certainly taller than most, a bit over six feet perhaps, and his body filled his Grecian armor very well. His tanned skin encasing large, defined muscles were shown off in his arms, and hidden everywhere else. His short black hair waved a bit with each step, his brown eyes forever fixed on the woman that had sung before him. When he approached, he approached from behind, and once close enough, he seemed to regain consciousness, looking around, confused, at his surroundings. He recognized the woman, though, and he remembered everything about her, her beautiful looks, her angelic voice, everything that he had seen or heard, he remembered. Yet here he was, perhaps a foot or two from her, and he found himself speechless. Only one word came to mind, and he spoke it, almost absent-mindedly. Hi. He cursed himself in his mind, thinking that with a show of such clumsiness, of such foolishness and lack of social grace, he had destroyed any hope of speaking with this woman. But a part of him still hoped that she would look past that, and give him a chance. Everything had clicked into place the moment she'd seen him at the foot of the stage; like he was the only one in her awareness now, all the others drowned out. She could hear the flutter of his heartbeat if she really wanted, although she focussed primarily on his emotions -- Which were strangely enough deadened at the moment, probably overwhelmed by the magic she'd used in her song. She normally had an effect like that on humans, attracting their attentions - Although the strong-willed were usually able to go on about their business. In the light she'd gotten a good look at him, even if it was just a sneak peek -- He was a giant compared to her 5'3, although for being short, she wasn't 'fat'. Curvy was the accurate approach to describing her, angelic even. Hell, if she would have worn wings, she could have been passed off as a faerie as well. Keeping her back turned, her magic tracked just how close he was, or if he was even approaching at all -- She was counting on it, looking forward to seeing if he was the one that could end her curse. Allow her to walk amongst mortals freely once more. Turning the moment he spoke, she smiled up at him, canting her head to the side. Hip length unbound locks were jerked back over her shoulder with the movement, tongue running across cherry painted lips before she spoke. "Good evening." Her voice was accented, although influenced by the Americans she spent each Halloween with. "Did you enjoy the song?" She asked, every word coming out of her mouth sounding like something obscenely intimate. It was a play on magical glamour, the muse wondering if he could truly see her for what she was -- The beauty she held back with magic from the other mortals. Only her love and his line could. Matt's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face him. He had made such a blunder, and such a mistake that any woman would have thought him a freak and left him where he stood. But her, this woman-- no... this goddess that stood in front of him, who was more beautiful than any other woman not only in this club, but he had EVER seen, had faced him, and was actually being friendly, making conversation. He tried hard to think of something to say, and it took him a full two seconds to even remember to breathe. Y-yes, the song was beautiful. But no one else seemed to be interested. He sounded quite shy, something that would not be expected from a man who looked to be in top physical shape. But despite his body, he still acted like a teenager, stuttering and stammering over beauty, though this woman could barely be described as beautiful, more radiant and perfect than anything else. He swallowed once, trying to steady himself as he spoke again. What was that song you have sung...? It was very nice. His eyes stared at hers, her body so perfect that it almost drew his eyes to it, but he did not want to embarrass himself or make the woman feel awkward, so he used all his will to stare into her eyes. Still, it was very, very hard to do. Harley simply smiled as he stuttered and looked for words, dark eyes searching his own. This relative looked almost like her lost love -- very similar, that was for sure, although she needed to be /very/ sure; unless she wanted to tie herself to another human and end up suffering in Olympus for a year until she could undo it. "No, no one else was interested." Her tone came out amused, as much as she tried to suppress it, "It was only for one person anyway." She held out her hand, expecting him to take it -- Little did he know that it wasn't a greeting, but a way for her to check his mind; and if correct give him the memories of her and his lookalike relative. The night was no longer young, and she had to tie herself to him before dawn, else she'd simply just go back and wait for another Halloween. In touching his hand the memories were like a movie, explaining to him what she was there for -- Harley watching his face intently; would he recognize any of that? Would he recognize who the male was? She hoped so. Placing her free hand on her hip, she pursed her lips, pulling him closer to her. "You will help me, won't you?" She had stood up on tiptoe to whisper those words in his ear, the words pertaining to the memories of her curse that she had given him. He raised an eyebrow as she spoke, who could ever be deserving of a song so beautiful sung by a woman that was more than any other woman here could hope to become? His shy eyes still locked with hers, his voice losing some of its unsurely as he questioned her. One person? Who was it for? Just as he finished speaking, he held his hand to hers, shaking it in greeting. But what he received was far more than just a smile of greeting. Memories flooded his head, none of which he recognized, but all of which starting to fill his mind. His free hand shot to his temple, rubbing it in a vain attempt to stop the flood of thoughts, memories, and emotions, which slowly started to feel familiar almost. He looked up to the woman, confused, and begin to see her not only as someone he had just met but also something more... a lover...? He knew he felt something towards her, but he knew also that they had known only for a few moments, something his new thoughts and memories seemed to disagree with. And as quickly as it came, it passed. His face lost its shy nature as he realized what was happening, and who he was. Matt smiled as he looked back at the goddess. His arms wrapped around her toga-clad body, something he had not done in what seemed like ages. His voice changed some, a mix between who he was now, and who his relative once was. Of course, I will help you. I can't just sit by idly and watch my lover fall victim to a curse, now, can I? He smiled confidentially, though still a bit confused at his new thoughts. It was very confusing for him, he both knew this woman, and didn't know her... He knew she was under a curse, but also had no idea what he was saying. His mind struggled to deal with the new images and memories, which seemed ancient, yet familiar to him. She continued to hold his hand, even after the memories faded, her body temperature spiking from the use of magic. Yes, who indeed was so deserving of such an expenditure of magic? "You, the song was to find you." Harley mused; of course she didn't mean /Matt/, but Matt's relative. "Well, not you entirely, but it's sort of complicated." She waved her free hand in a dismissive gesture, shaking her head as if it didn't matter. The initial thought she'd had when he touched his hand was, /Oh god, is he hurt?/ Although it just seemed that the onslaught of memories had just come a bit too fast. She watched his expression change as his memory, nay, his spirit recognized the thoughts she'd given him, acting upon them. She didn't want to override his current personality, just nudge it along to for fill what she needed. After all, she needed /Matt/ to make the decision whether to allow her to join with him, not the spirit of her lost lover." Lover? Not yet darling, not yet. Soon to be." She promised him, leaning into his frame, a finger having come up to rest against his lips to silence him; the finger moving to trace the lips she had once known so well, in another time and place. Using her hold on his hand, she tugged in a silent plea for him to follow. "Come, let's go somewhere a bit more. Private." If he had questions, she would answer them; after all, the human deserved to know what he was getting into. He opened his mouth to speak again, but felt the same rush he had felt just moments ago, but this time, instead of memories entering, they all left him. Just when he thought that he had figured out what had happened, and what was happening, he lost it all, only the vague impression of whom the woman was and what she wanted. Again, he was confused, but he was actually almost getting used to that particular emotion. His eyes looked with confusion at the woman that had done so much to both confuse, and enlighten him, both at the same time. As though he was trying to recall a dream, he grasped in vain at the memories and feelings that he had held for those brief seconds. His voice was shaky and filled with confusion, as anyone's' would be, had they been placed in his position. For me, but not for me...? And what did I. Did you mean by "lover"? I've only just met you!. He shook his head, trying to get a firm grasp on reality once again. A private place would be nice, he thought, somewhere where he could straighten all this out without the constant drone of loud music and the crowds of people. He knew that the club had a portion of it dedicated to drinks and relaxation, much like a restaurant would have, and he hadn't realized how useful such a thing would be until now. Yes. Private would be nice... let's go get a table, and maybe you can help me straighten this out? This is all rather confusing, to say the least. Harley frowned as he pushed the memories away instead of simply embracing them, killing the magic that held them within his thoughts -- The change was subtle and finished in a few seconds, leaving the dressed up American male confused and dazed. She let go of his hand, a frown overtaking her expression before she sighed; so much for taking the easy way out. Now she'd actually have to provide an explanation and probably have to entertain a human's fragile mind while trying to get him to do what she needed. "You said it first darlin', not me." She purred, laughing, frowning expression shifting to placid in the blink of an eye. She was a muse, a goddess of the arts; and thus singing wasn't the only thing in her repertoire./Hmm, take the easy way and trick him? Or overwhelm him with the truth./ She thought to herself idly, listening to him as he suggested getting a table somewhere private. "I know an even better place." She purred, having decided to 'prove' who she was. Taking hold of his hand, things went dark around them -- blurring out before things came back into focus, different-no sound, no people. Just a table on the deck of a... Villa?! One look around would tell him he was no longer in a city -- Or the USA for that matter. Before Matt could respond, wanting to know where they were going, they were already there. His vision went black around him, and he materialized outside.? His eyes shot a quick glance around him, trying to place himself. He certainly had never been here before, he had never even seen a villa before, yet here he was, standing on the deck of one. His voice's confusion now mixed with anger, unsure of what he was doing here, or how he got here. What in hell was that!? Where am I? He looked around as he spoke... no buildings, no skyscrapers... the city he had lived in for so long had all but vanished in the blink of an eye. What the hell did you just do? Did you drug me!? Is that why I was feeling so weird!? He was nearly shouting at the end of his accusations, his shy nature giving way for someone very defensive, and very angry at the moment. Whatever she did, she did it quickly, and he doubts he could stop her if she wanted to do it again. His hand shot into his pocket to produce a cell phone, the only threat the man could muster at the time. Tell me where I am, or I call the cops! They'll be all over this place like white on rice! He knew that the threat was weak, to say the least, but he had little choice, he had been abducted after all. She hadn't abducted him, although his foolish mortal mind made sense of what happened however it wanted. Arching a brow at the tone of his voice, Harley tilted her head before shaking it in disappointment; well, he was definitely on the short end of the stick at the moment -- Not too bright, or perhaps overcompensating. Ignoring his angry pleas to know where he was, Harley turned her back on him." You honestly think you were drugged? Piece it together boy, you've lost no time. Have you got a watch?" She purred, laughing at him under her breath. "You're no longer in America -- Greece is what they call it these days, although I call it home." She turned, dark eyes flicking up to his face. Holding her hand out, palm up, she motioned him forward with her fingers; although it wasn't him she was calling. No, instead his cell phone struggled up and out of his hand, floating over to her, Cheshire grin back on her lips. "Do you believe in magic Matt? In gods and goddesses and the powers that be?" Matt didn't really know what to think at the moment, his eyes glanced to the watch on his hand, and sure enough, it was about the same time that it was when he last checked it, and he knew that he couldn't have been out for that long. Surely not long enough to make a trip to Greece. His mouth gaped as his mind repeated the name of the place. Greece...? He was in Greece.? How the...? His voiced sounded much less angry now, much more confused. Greece.? How the hell did you get me to Greece, it's just impossible! It would take hours, probably more than a day to get there, no matter how you got there, but it's only a couple seconds after it was in the club. He stepped over to a chair, sitting down to try to sort all of this out. It was all impossible, never could possibly happen... yet here he was. He thought a moment, then looked up to her. He knew he felt something happen, though his mind was too preoccupied with his thoughts to worry about what at the time. She held his phone, despite her never having moved, still standing in the same position. His mouth gaped again as he stared blankly at her, that could not have just happened! Yet for some reason, something within him knew that it could, and felt almost familiar with it. Magic...? He let out quite a laugh, almost delirious with all these strange things happening. Well. I _didn't_ believe it, but that was before you teleported me across the world, flooded my mind with memories that aren't mine, and took something from me without ever getting near me. He laughed again, staring at the floor, only now starting to grasp what had happened, but jested instead of questioned. Hell, we're on a roll, why not turn me into a frog while you're at it, huh? Why not get out your cat and cauldron and do some more crazy shit, huh? He laughed again, staring up at the woman, his mind moving faster than it had moved before. She's real, isn't she?a different voice spoke in his head, one that was like him, but was not him. Yes, she is... and you'll learn to like it. "You look like a river fish, mouth gaping like that," She mused, looking over his cell phone -- yes she was familiar with technology, although she had no such things in her home whatsoever, preferring to live comfortably without; mind you, she had working electricity and plumbing, seeing as though they were convenient. It was only a home she got to see very few days out of the year, and so each visit was special, the place unkept by a mortal keeper." Teleportation." She replied smoothly at his question, patiently awaiting when all of this would click for him. The chair moved under him, putting him closer to the table where a glass of wine was -- Although it hadn't been there before, had it? No, of course not. "Do have a drink, it'll calm your nerves." Harley purred, still playing with his phone - Although she grew bored with it rather quickly, letting it float back over until it was above his hand, and then it dropped." Yes, magic." He reminded her of a surprised and stubborn child, having to repeat everything and be skeptical. Her expression turned dark as he joked about the cauldron and cat, a scowl crossing her beautiful features. "That's /Goddess/ to you, I am no witch! Do I look like an old crone?" She demanded to know, hands on her hips -- Either he would calm down, or she'd do the magical equivalent of a Valium for his nerves. Matt's expression dulled, all this insanity not having much effect on him as he looked apathetically at the table and drink that seemed to appear before him. A drink would certainly be nice about now... He reached, now emotionless to the wine bottle, pouring himself some to slowly drink it. For something that hadn't been there a moment ago, it certainly was good. He sighed as he finished a glass, looking at the woman, blankly catching his phone as she dropped in his hand. His voice once again was normal, and if he was scared or confused now, he hid it well. Alright, well let's just say, for the sake of argument that all laws of physics, gravity and all that are wrong, and that you are magical, and a Goddess. Why am I here? The moment he finished speaking, he inexplicably knew the answer; to help her with her curse, but he truly had no idea how such a thought came to his head. He would have dismissed it as a random thought, but it seemed like that truly was the answer, he _knew_ that that was the answer. Does it have to do with some curse, or something? He ventured a question, hoping for some answer that would help him understand. Harley continued to stand, as still as a statue, looking regal as a royal in a painting. She watched Matt try to simply shut down, to keep himself from freaking out or start yelling again. She was quiet until he finished the glass of wine and the effects of languidly took over, and only then she answered his question." Laws have no place in my world." Harley replied quietly, looking away from him, "And you are here to help me lift a curse I've endured for many years." Thousands of years to be exact, just because the other gods thought it is a game to keep her from finding the relatives of her love." But, you must be willing, with all your heart, to help me." Finally, now that he was calm, she could explain herself. "I need to be bound to the relative of the one I loved and unfortunately Matt, that job falls to you. That is, if you want to help me." Her expression was sad, the look in her eyes far away. He poured himself another glass of wine, sipping from it as he listened to her. He knew the general idea of what was happening, and that he was needed to help lift some curse because he was related to someone that knew the goddess, but he didn't have any details at all, and he sure as hell would have liked some. As he slouched back into the chair, he voiced his questions. Alright... so I'm here to help lift your curse... If I'm going to help, you're going to have to give me some answers. Like who put it on you, what does it do, and how will I help? I didn't think goddesses had much use for mortal men. He took another sip from his drink, responding to her last few sentences, staring into his wine as he did so. I do want to help you... despite all the crazy shit that I've been through since I met you, there is a part of me that really, truly wants to help you, and wants to see you happy again, but I don't really understand all of that... I would be more than willing to help, as long as you tell me who my relative was, and why "the job falls to me". That, and tell me how I could be "bound" to you, some ritual or something? He looked up at her again, to see her sad, something he had not seen since he met her. Not completely sure what to do, he acted on instincts. He placed his drink on the table, and walked towards the goddess to hug her, something part of him wanted to do since the memories hit him. His voice was calm, not interrogative like it was earlier. Hey... I really do want to help you, I like you, despite all the confusion. I just want to know what's going on here, then I'll do whatever is in my power to help you get rid of this curse. Furthermore, I promise. He smiled at her, pulling away a bit to give her some space, his reasoning taking over again. A hundred generations past and Matt was what she had to show of her long-lost love; the fact that his genes hadn't been lost after all this time. It was remarkable how he looked like him; then again, it wasn't uncommon to stir up some of the old DNA if his parents or grandparents had mated with someone Greek. His questions were like a blow to her heart, each one taking her mind back to a time that was rather unpleasant and unhappy for her -- The pain still just as fresh as it was thousands of years ago." Zeus, the jealous bastard." She said softly, "I declined having his child in favor of being your ancestor's one and only. I am forbidden to walk this earth except for this day and this day only, unless Zeus brings me down to taunt me." And taunt her he did, dangling mortality over her head like a fish over a cat. "Not all of us play games with your lives." She assured him, her voice dying on the breeze as he spoke. Tears had come unbidden to her eyes, the muse wiping them away before they could fall. No, she wouldn't make a fool of herself, not now." You ancestor's name was Philips, a great hero of our time. You're the key to the curse simply because you carry his blood inside of you." In other words, Philips was long since dead and Harley didn't want to speak of it. "A ritual? If you call a little human 'vanilla' sex a ritual, yes, I suppose." She mused, humorous tone back in full force, the woman trying to forget the unhappy things she'd had to say. She tensed as the mortal, Matt, came near her, responding after a moment, her arms put around him in turn. Giving him a little squeeze, she relinquished his touch as he moved back, giving himself and her some space. Matt stood and listened as she spoke, trying to imagine all the things she said as being true. He spent so many years denying the existence of gods and magic, that it was quite hard to take it all in, especially when she spoke of gods like Zeus as real people, not just mythical figures. His face showed only sympathy to the woman as he hugged her again, this time holding her as he noticed her fight back tears, showing just how there he was for her. That must have been horrible. I can't imagine such a thing, being in such a state for so long, for what? For refusing to bear a god's child... horrible. I may not know you as well as my ancestor, but know that I am here for you, and I will do everything in my power to help you. He was silent for a moment, holding her in his arms, comforting her until she spoke again. His face paled a little, and he wasn't sure he heard her right at first, but something in him knew what he needed to do to break the curse. Wait... what was that? If his blood flows in my veins as well, then I will happily help you, but what did you say about the ritual? He shifted a bit, sure that he had misheard her speak of sex, or at least what he thought he heard her say. She spoke of them as if they were real people because they /were/ real. All gods and goddesses were, truly, was human bodies that were the vehicles for magic. Immortality could make or break whether you were all powerful; needless to say, Harley took her immortality for granted, spending her time locked up and shut away from one Halloween to the next -- never speaking to any of the others. Let alone playing her part in the pantheon. She hung onto Matt, forgetting that he was just an ancestor of the one she'd had so long ago; he was too close in likeness, and like his mind earlier, hers was trying to make up for the lost time, to pretend that nothing had happened and that her love was here with her. "There are laws for such things in your world and time, but back then, there were none -- And, so I was punished accordingly." The sky thundered threateningly, foretelling that Harley was indulging too much to the human. Looking to the sky, Harley shook her head, snarling something in Latin. "It isn't a ritual as much as a thing of enjoyment." She tried to easy his worries, feeling fear creep up on him again. "As you American's say, 'It's just sex!'" She smiled lightly at her own joke, hoping to lighten his mood. Matt blinked again as she spoke. His confusion washed away by sympathy as she spoke of her punishments, and the horrors she must have to go through in dealing with them. He truly wanted to help her, help her be more at ease, and to help lift the curse that had been so unjustly placed on her. He held her a bit tighter, showing her physically that she was not alone. His eyes glanced upwards at the sky thundered, and he paid little heed to it, not believing much in signs or omens. But then again, he didn’t believe in magic or gods either, and that certainly turned out well… He raised an eyebrow as she spoke in Latin, wondering a moment what she said, but she spoke before he had a chance to linger too much on her incomprehensible words. He blinked once, not truly believing what she said. Sex…? Its just sex…? Thousands of years you were cursed, and I can help you by just having sex…? He tried hard to stifle a grin. Then if that is what I need to do to help you, then it would be my pleasure, and my honor. The sky continued to quickly turn black, thunder getting louder and louder each time it crashed-Lightning flashing across the sky in an angry streak of color. Held tighter against Matt's body, she looked up at him, one lone tear having managed to streak down and over the curve of her cheek. She smiled sheepishly as he grinned that knowing male grin -- All males seemed to have that same look that said 'Hah, I'm going to get some, wait till I tell the boys.' She tightened her grip on him as thunder crashed over them, the rain pouring down out of anywhere. "Jealous bastard." She cursed at the sky before looking up at Matt, her long locks quickly becoming soaked." Care to come in?" She motioned to the villa, untangling herself from him in order to walk towards the sliding glass doors. She opened them using magic before she ever got there, the magic making sure the door closed behind Matt when and if he followed her inside. The inside was done all in marble and cement, dark-colored carpet upon the floor. The furniture was all modern, all updated as the years passed without her. The grin fell of his face as he looked down at Harley, wiping her tear away with his finger. A woman as beautiful as her should never have tears of sadness mark her face. Matt's mind thought to itself, though whether it was his thought or his ancestors, he wasn't sure, he was beginning to have the same sort of feelings his relative had. He looked up, seeing the sky darken and thunder more, and was about to speak, but remembered basic Greek mythology. Zeus, the jealous lord of thunder. He smiled again as she offered him in, a good idea to get out of the rain. I'd love to... will we be walking this time or will I appear in your living room again. Matt grinned playfully, taking a turn at the joke-cracking. When she turned to walk in, he knew the answer, and followed quickly behind her, not seeming to care any more that the door all but moved on its own. He looked around her house a moment, seeing the cold stone mixed with carpet and modern furniture. For a Greek goddess, he imagined something more ancient, but didn't say anything about that. He stood a moment, undoing the latches on his fake armor costume, lowering the bronze plastic to the ground, leaving him only in a white tunic, which he wore well. He shivered a bit, looking around as he placed his costume down. Very nice place... fit for a goddess, so to say. He grinned again, looking at his hostess as he spoke. Harley simply smiled sadly as he wiped her tear away, after that having turned to go to the house. From the short time it took them to realize it was raining to that moment, she was already soaked through; thunder rumbling its displeasure outside at the fact they'd gone inside. The room they were in was lit with the soft glow of candles, the goddess turning her back on the other. A hand moved up to move the strap of the toga from her shoulder, letting it slide down and over that curve -- The rest simply following, first falling to her hips, a little shove sending the silken, clingy-wet material to pool around her feet. Olivine skin was flawless, black hair falling to cover the curve of her buttocks so that she retained some modesty. Turning so that she half faced him, she smiled again, arms wrapped around her torso-No doubt hiding her breasts. "It's home." She purred, giving her head a shake, a few water droplets scattering onto her skin. Matt took a moment to look around the room, impressed by the large amount of candles and how comfortable the place seemed. Needless to say, when he turned his eyes back to the woman to find her nude, covered only by her arms and hair, he was surprised. Very pleasantly surprised. He was all but entranced by her flawless beauty. He took a few steps closer to her, trying hard to control his primal instincts, screaming at him to jump on her that moment. Instead, though, he stepped out of his boots and gloves, leaving him only in his tunic, and nothing else. He took a few more steps closer to her, adventurously putting his arms around her waist, getting very close to her. He smiled some, his face inches from hers. What was it that you were saying about that ritual.? All Goddesses knew how to use seduction to their advantage, although it wasn't hard to seduce someone who already found you attractive. She could feel the newest flutter of emotion over that consistent web, things tightening low in her stomach. Dark gaze watched as he stepped out of his boots, stripping away other things to leave the simple tunic. Sliding easily into his grip, she looked up at him, lips parted slightly. Tongue was flicked over her lips to wet them before she spoke, pressing her body against his, any water droplets absorbing into his tunic. "It has to be finished before dawn," she purred, pulling him down by the neck of his tunic until his lips were a breath away from her own, "One last chance to change your mind." She whispered. Matt smiled, so close to her face that he could feel her breath on his face. If he changed his mind, then he would be the stupidest man alive. Instead of answering at all, he lowered his head a bit more, pressing his lips against hers as he held her tight against him. His lips savored her perfectly soft lips, kissing her with the passion that had built from the first moment that he laid eyes on her. Their kiss, and having such a beautiful, naked woman in his arms was enough to have an effect on him, and surely the goddess could tell that the man's arousal was growing, both by his increasingly intense kiss, and other more physical ways. His tunic tented some as his arousal pushed it away from his body, and his increased breathing only increased his desire, his tongue moving to part Harley's lips to dance with her tongue. Many men would have changed their minds, simply because they were players; they didn't want any attachment to one woman, even if that woman was a god. She had half expected a verbal answer, but all hopes and thoughts melted away as his lips pressed to hers, her body pressed close enough to feel the heat of his own. Again that snake of desire in her belly curled, awakening, eager to once more feel such things brought on by one that so resembled /her/ Philips. Breaking the contact of their lips momentarily, she whispered something hurriedly against his lips. "I don't know what name of mine you gleaned from the memories, but these days I am known as Harley." And she looked like a woman who should have been clothed in leather and set on a Harley motorcycle. Lips sealed to his once more, parting to allow their tongues to dance, a sigh muffled by his mouth. Matt was far from a normal man, and even if he was a player, who could get any woman he wanted, he still wouldn't have refused her. Something deep inside him wanted to be with her, whether it was for one night or for longer, he felt a connection to this woman. He held their kiss as long as he could, speaking only when she broke their kiss to speak. Then I will call you Harley. His voice was simple, and deeper than it was when they first met. He sounded more primal now, almost seductive as he spoke. His arms wrapped tighter around her perfect body, one hand exploring her naked body as they pressed against each other. The curse cast had been simple; she was to stay on Olympus until October 31, in which she could go down and look for her lover in order to break the spell -- Although in order to do so, she had to bind herself to him through intercourse /and/ risk becoming with child. It was a risk she was willing to take, although she hadn't told Matt the last part; It was her secret, her burden, what Zeus would make her bare on her own. Held tight to his body, Harley simply balled her hands in the fabric of his tunic, holding him to that spot. One hand entirely let go, wandering until it was curled possessively over his side, nails gently rasping against the fabric covered skin. Snaking her hand underneath the tunic, nails repeated the gesture, teasing the skin of his side to awareness before moving down and along his inner hip. Matt held their kiss longer, blissfully unaware of the second half of the curse. He felt her hand move across the fabric of his tunic, and his breath caught some when she touched his skin. His lips pressed against hers more passionately with her touch, his tongue entwining itself with hers as she touched him, his lust for her growing with each passing moment. His breathing only picked up as she touched his skin beneath his tunic, and he broke their kiss, lining a soft trail of kisses down from her lips, past her jawline to rest on her neck, softly kissing and sucking her skin there as the two pressed against each other, his arousal increasing as she touched his inner hip. This was all so new and yet so old for Harley, the muse having remained celebrate - part of the curse - for many years. Hand explored over the plain of his stomach before moving upward only to find small masculine nipples. Grinning into the kiss, fingers tweaked one of those small nubs to hardness before moving to the other languidly. Neck was angled ever so slightly, so hair fell away from the smooth skin of her neck, a shiver vibrating down her spine from his tender attentions. Hand trailed down underneath his navel, circling his bellybutton before dipping down to rest against his inner thigh, fingers flexed slightly as knuckles brushed against his arousal. A blush had crept over her pale cheeks, dark eyes opening to look up into his own. Matt's hand wandered her body for long enough, ultimately finding its way to her breast, much in the same way that her hand found his chest. His kiss on her neck deepened some, his hand rubbing and needing her soft swell of skin, massaging her there for a few moments before moving to trace circles around her nipple, rubbing her hardened bud before rubbing her breast once again. Each time any part of her skin brushed against him, he stiffened, his arousal so great that the merest touch of her skin was enough to bring his manhood to its most aroused state. His skin warmed some, being so close to a woman so beautiful, and his eyes returned her gaze at times, conveying more emotions than words could. She kept her magics to herself, wanting this to be natural instead of a forced experience; of course she could hurry things along, although they still had a few hours of blackness left. She was sure they could finish the deed before then -- And if Matt chose not to stay with Harley afterward, he would be well compensated for his time and duties.... At least Harley would be free. Free to find another love, another mortal being to spoil and treat like a king. Spine arched slightly, pushing her breasts into his hand, a muffled mewl given in delight as she moved, her body shifted so that she stood on either side of one of his legs, leaning into him, the top of her thigh brushing the underside of his manhood. He was indeed taller than she, although it didn't matter. It was rather exciting to be dwarfed that much in size anyway, besides it having advantages like being able to be held easily. He smiled happily, knowing that he was causing pleasure in this perfect woman, even if it was only a bit. His massaging got a bit more intense, he let out a relaxed groan as she rubbed his stiffness with her thigh. Slowly, Matt pulled his head from her neck, smiling playfully, much more confident than he was at the bar, or up to this point. He brought his head to Harley's head, whispering Lets move this to the bed.without even waiting for an answer, he nibbled her earlobe some, still rubbing her breast despite his proposal to move. He did want to be able to lay down with Harley, his legs getting rather tired from standing in such a passionate embrace, but he still seemed almost reluctant to move, unable to take his lips or hands off her. One would take what they could get after many years of loneliness really and so Harley was enjoying as Matt played his tender touch over her skin. His playful smile lit her face up with one of her own, the goddess reaching up to cup his cheek in her small hand, a thumb rub over his cheekbone. "Alright," She agreed, letting her hand fall away, lifting herself on tip toe in order to brush her lips against his. Untangling herself so that she could at his side, fingers were interlaced with his, a tug given as she led him slowly away from that spot; although it meant his fingers had to relinquish they spot on her breast. Leading him down the hall, to the left and then down another hall, they finally came upon a dimly lit room -- Candles spaced evenly around the walls, showing what seemed to be a large down filled mattress on the floor. She tugged him towards it, letting her body simply fall so that she landed on her behind, urging him down with her. Matt reluctantly moved his hand and lips from Harley, a necessary evil required for him to do for the two to go to a more comfortable setting. He followed her for a while, past doors and halls to finally come upon the room he wanted to be in. He smiled and watched her fall to the bed, taking a moment while still standing to remove the one piece of clothing that still adorned his body. A quite untying of a knot, and the tunic that hid his body fell to the floor, showing off tanned skin, defined muscles, and his manhood, quite a bit larger than average, and currently quite a bit aroused. Now naked, he followed her to the bed, positioning himself over her so that his chest pressed against her breasts, his manhood lightly pressing against her nether lips as he leaned down to her, kissing her just as passionately as he had before they moved. His strong arms wrapped around her as he laid on her, all but enveloping her fragile frame as he kissed her, his tongue once again moving to touch hers. She scooted herself back on the mattress so that she was sitting prettily, watching intently as Matt stripped the tunic from himself. Hands were clasped in her lap, a smile curving her lips as she studied his torso, how hard muscles gave way to his hips and then to his impressive equipment; well, he had Philips beat in that department -- Although it wasn't the package was she attracted to. No, it was the personality, how Matt showed he could /care/. It was more attractive than anything else really. Leaning back as he crawled onto the bed, she nuzzled into his neck before her lips moved back to meet his, tongue snaking past the barrier of his lips. Thighs were parted so that he could truly lay on her, each foot resting flat upon the bed, knees bent. Satisfied with his weight on top of her, Harley hummed a moan into his mouth, telling of the simple pleasure she derived from it. It was difficult for Matt to truly explain what he felt at the moment. He had been with women before, and had been carnally pleased before, but this... this was different. Being so close to her, knowing that a part of him loved her deeply and a part of him started to grow attached to her was an odd, yet nice feeling. His body pressed against hers, and the two sharing such a passionate kiss was a wonderful thing, and he held her tighter as a response to the warm feeling. His kiss was filled with emotion, love and caring as his tongue twisted with hers, his beating heart could be felt through his chest. The moan that he felt against his lips only made him feel better about the situation, and his kiss deepened once again, becoming more passionate than it had been the entire night. Each touch of their bodies drove away the earlier memories she'd given him, the muse taking them back so that he could think for himself. In order to break the curse, he had to give himself to her freely, not out of obligation; he had to want her -- And thus she continued with her gentle torment of deep kisses and feathery touches, her hands having been smoothing over the skin of his back. She could feel his arousal pressed against her, the muse having enough time to wonder if it was because of her, or because of her power -- Although before she could voice any concerns, the kiss was taken deeper, hands coming up to cup his cheeks so that she could ravage his mouth in turn. Body arched up against his, pressing her breasts into his own chest, rubbing her hardened nipples against him. Being so close to her, feeling her touch, and the whole night in general only made him want her. His memories were not causing this, nor his attraction to a figure like a goddess... he didn't care about any of that, he only wanted to be with Harley, Matt and Harley, not Philips and Harley, not Matt and some Goddess, he cared for none of that, he wanted only to be with the woman he held in his arms at this very moment. As he felt her pull closer to her, her hardened nipples against his chest, he deliberately moved his hips, the top side of his manhood rubbing across her lips as he moved, rubbing only for a couple seconds at a time, the passionate kiss never breaking as he brought himself across her. She whimpered into the kiss as he moved his hips, the head of his manhood sliding over her most delicate parts; a shudder working its way up her spine. Spine bowed as she pressed her front into him, the muse whimpering her need into their kiss -- Usually, she was the one that teased, not the other way around. Coming up for air meant she had to break their kiss, breasts rising and falling with each heavy, needed breath she took. Moving her head, tongue snaked out to flick at the shell of his ear, her words but a whisper. "Don't be a tease, for after the act itself, we have eternity." Oh yes, there was another small piece of information -- To be tied to Harley was to have immortality, partially, whereas she'd take half of Matt's mortality. He smiled as she told him not to be a tease. Her comment about immortality confused him some, but a part of him knew what she was talking about, and understood. And he certainly did want to be with this woman for eternity. His smile turned almost playful, as he brought the tip of his manhood to her entrance. He lowered his head next to hers, whispering seductively as his tip moved only a bit between her lips. Do you want me to go a bit faster then? We will have eternity to get to the fun parts, after all. He smiled playfully, the memories of his ancestor reminding him that Harley was more apt to tease her man, not the other way around. Matt god a bit of joy knowing that he was changing around the roles for once. She withdrew her magics completely from his mind, now not able to feel his emotions, or able to read what he was going to do next - Half the fun was being spontaneous after all. She arched her hips up, unable to go far because of his placement on top of her, although he was getting the main idea. "Ugh, mm hmm," She moaned breathlessly, breath having hitched some as his member finally brushed solidly against her flower. No, it wasn't smart to tease the muse, for however long you teased her, she'd get you back. Reaching up to pull his face back down to hers so that she could ravage his lips, teeth scraped over the bottom lip, tugging at him as she whimpered needfully; a need to end the curse and the need to be one with him, joined, two halves of the same whole. He happily obliged, his lips pressed hard against Harley's in a passionate kiss. Slowly, his hips moved closer to her, slowly inserting the full length of his manhood into her, never breaking the kiss as he did so. He let out a relaxed sigh against her lips when he was completely in her, her velvet walls around his manhood feeling like some sort of paradise to him. Slowly, he started to draw himself from her, then inserted into her again, gently making love to her as their kiss became more and more passionate. Fingers refused to move, having slid down to hold onto his neck, holding his lips against hers as they kissed. Gasp was muffled into their kiss, the muse sucking on his bottom lip as he slowly pushed into her, hips arched upward to take him properly, her leverage on the bed letting her push upward against his body, grinding her hips into his. Something clicked, a heaviness falling away from her; or so it felt like. It was almost done, almost completely finished -- All she needed was for him to for fill his need within her, his seed being the 'final release' as Zeus had said once long, long ago. Those velvet walls were clenched around him, fighting against his withdrawal until he pressed inwards again. Dark eyes were veiled by darker lashes, the muse finally closing her eyes completely and giving herself over to the sensations he was creating. Slowly he started to speed up, his manhood penetrating her a bit faster with every thrust. His hands wrapped around her lower waist, holding her as he thrust, the kiss only deepening more and more with their growing passion. She felt much better than any woman he had ever been with, and whether that was the inexplicable emotions he felt towards her or her goddess form, he truly had no idea. Either way, he pressed his body against her more, his head dropping to her neck once again to kiss and suck her skin while his thrusts sped up with each passing moment. His body warmed some, his heart beat racing as they made love. There were three forms of what they were doing at that moment.- Having sex-Fucking- Making love, which was they optioning at that moment. The other two were done with some mindlessness and violence, although there was none of that at this moment. Hips held still, she struggled to maintain that arching of her body each time his plunged to the hilt, head moving so that an inky black curtain of hair spilled out over the feather filled mattress. Moving one leg up so that it encircled his hip, the other was put up just as quickly, ankles locking at the small of his back, holding him deep within her. Her heart pounded in time with his, the goddess knowing that she couldn't hold out for much longer. "Soon, so soon," She whimpered to Matt, letting him know just how close her climax was. Matt could almost not believe what he was doing. Not only had he met a beautiful woman he seemed to instantly have feelings for, and have his beliefs of magic shattered, he was actually making love to her. And by the looks of it, both were enjoying it. His hips moved a bit faster when she locked her legs around him, his thrusts deep and quick, but still remarkably gentle. His lips found her neck again when her head moved back, kissing and sucking as he thrust into her. He barely heard her words, but he knew what she said, and what she meant. Instead of answering with his own, however, he only moved a bit faster, intent on bringing her to the edge, and completely intending to follow her off it. He thought only for a moment about the problem of birth control, but that would be a problem he dealt with later, he was much too happy enjoying bonding with this woman to speak. But how much of those feelings was connection to the memories she had taken away? Perhaps they would fade from his mind as the intensity of the memories of his ancestor did; they would be able to tell in time. If there were a fire at that moment that threatened to take the house and everything in it, Harley wouldn't of cared. She was too wrapped up in sensation and emotion, unable to leave that cocoon even if she had to. Strangled cry was given as her body jumped over that edge without her mind, thrusting her into a world of feeling without any notice; the pressure starting within her abdomen before ripping downward, contracting her velvet walls around him. Her hold on him tightened as she rode him through her orgasm, whimpering and mewling words of endearment the whole way. Matt felt a pang of worry as he realized just how close both of them were to orgasm. To stay in her, he would risk pregnancy, but her legs wrapped tightly around him stopped him from moving out farther than a couple of inches. Even if he could, he wasn't completely convinced he would pull out of her. He wanted to say something, to warn her, but before words came to his lips, her orgasm hit, and he certainly felt it. Her tightened grip and moans and whimpers, along with her folds grasping around his manhood was more than enough to send him off his own edge. He groaned as his manhood spasmed inside her, coating her womb with his seed. At that point, she wouldn't of cared about pregnant or anything else; all that mattered was the way her body was spasming, giving in to an intense feeling of elation. She could feel as he too fell off that same edge, not giving either of them time to discuss whether to pull out, to waste his seed. No, instead her contracting walls milked his member of the life giving substance, the goddess finally laying still underneath him, her hold relaxing. Where her nails had been were now shallow crescents, the goddess letting go completely, hands dropping. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to mark you." She pet her hand over his face, closing her eyes and letting her mind follow any magic that might have been done/undone. There, she could feel it; that lock put on her magic was lifted -- Instead tied in some way to the male on top of her. As his muscles relaxed, his slowly softening member remained in her, his arms wrapped tightly around her even after their love-making had finished. The only emotion he showed was a soft smile, and a laugh at her apology. Don't worry about it... If you were gripping me so hard you made a mark, I must have been doing something right. He smiled as he finished speaking, leaning down to give the woman a soft kiss. Almost as an afterthought, he voiced one of the questions that came to mind. You said the ritual was just sex... does that mean that you're free now? He frowned a moment, considering the thought behind the next words he spoke. Does that mean I no longer have a use, and I'll never see you again? He truly did hope that that wasn't the case, even as his ancestor's memories faded from him, he still wanted to be with her, an emotional connection forming through a physical one. Wrapped within his arms, she relaxed, even muscle feeling languid. She shifted as he laughed, looking up at his face curiously, her own smile making its way across her lips at his reply -- Yep, famous family wit was passed down as well. She moved her hips slightly, wiggling down and into him, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Furthermore, she hummed into their skin, speaking only after he'd drawn back. "Yes, I suppose you could look at it that way," She meant the marks of course, or the fact that she'd marked him. "I think so," Harley purred, stretching her arms above her head. "We shall see come morning." As for not needing him anymore, well... "You see, I sort of. Didn't tell you everything." Harley began, moving upward so that she could sit up, his head about stomach level on her. "We're connected now, you see, you're my connection to this earth, the reason I can stay here." In other words, he couldn't get hold of her that quickly. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he rolled off her, laying in the bed next to her, but his arms still holding her tightly. The contended smile never once left his face, and he watched her movements with a sort of fascination. He sighed once as she spoke, and rose an eyebrow in confusion. What do you mean. "Connected"...? He frowned a bit, almost worried what her answer was going to be. What didn't you tell me.? He was worried that he had made a mistake, and was going to spend the rest of his life "connected" to her in a glass tube or something, but he quickly came to the realization that no matter what happened after this, it would be worth it for this one night. She sighed as he rolled off of her, although she cuddled into the crook of his arm, head laying against his shoulder. "Connected, spiritually your humans would call it I think." She replied lazily, her amusement blatant in her voice. "Much like a marriage, although not as formal, I assure you. You are quite free to be with others, unless you don't want to." It was common for the Greeks to hold 'orgies', although Harley hadn't participated -- She preferred being one on one. He tried for a moment to comprehend what she was saying... they were connected spiritually, but not so much that he couldn't still have sex with other women? He thought for a moment that he had just found the luckiest connection in the world, until he made a startling revelation. Who could be better than Harley? He thought for a moment, holding her close to him as he did so. As a male, I want to be with other women, but at the same time, I have no shame in telling you that you were the best I've ever had. And with us being connected like this. What does that make us? He knew he wasn't about to call her wife, since she said it wasn't a marriage. But he had no idea what to refer to her as, or if Harley was just fine or not. Yes, he was very fortunate that Harley wasn't really a jealous person; that is, sometimes. There were times that some girls just irked her to gods no end -- they had egos to rival Zeus'. That thought was heralded with thunder, it's rattling the villa with its intensity, Zeus' anger apparent. Cuddling closer into Matt, she turned so that her front was pressed into his side, a smirk on her face. Take that you old bastard. Harley thought, to Zeus, a hand moving to run over the exposed skin of Matt's chest. Tweaking a masculine nipple with a finger, she sighed contentedly, smiling at his answer - Curious choice of words. "I suppose I'd be your personal goddess, but you may explain me to others however you like." She told him, dragging her nails gently over his stomach. Matt almost laughed as he heard the thunder roar around them. He knew damn well what was making such a calamity, and he knew, too, what they had done to cause it. He smiled to his lover, chuckling softly. Suppose we've made him a bit mad, haven't we? He pointed up as he spoke, referring to the thunder god. As she moved in closer, the arm that was wrapped around her held her tighter as well, her body pressing against his side as they held each other. He thought a moment, repeating the words she spoke to himself. My own personal goddess, huh.? I think I could get used to the sound of that title. He smiled wide, turning his head to softly kiss his personal goddess before speaking again. I suppose I should worry about other women another time... I can't seem to stop thinking about you, so other women are all but out of the picture. He smiled again, letting his fingertips roam her bare skin, as hers touched his. She gave him a puzzled look as he laughed at the thunder, the goddess knowing well enough not to tempt fate a second time -- She'd laughed in Zeus' face once, and it had gotten her cursed. A second time just wouldn't do well, especially since she'd just lifted this curse. "Just a tad bit." She admitted, nodding her head. "I don't suggest you go outside when it's storming anytime soon." Plus, there were better things to do in the villa than there were outside. "It's a very spiffy title." She purred, leaning her head down, tongue flicking over a nipple, the goddess holding herself up on an elbow, leaning into her human. "It will pass," She verified -- She was speaking of his thoughts, the fact they all revolved around her. "In time." He allowed himself to laugh, considering the fact that he probably wouldn't be able to go outside for long time. Or at least, he wouldn't survive a trip outside for a long time. But as he held her, and as she played gently with his body, he knew that he did not at all want to leave. He smiled happily, letting his fingertips brush over the skin on her side. It may pass.... we'll see. He knew that the thoughts he held of her probably weren't his, but he didn't care, especially not now. Instead of speaking again, he leaned towards the goddess, pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. He would have to leave at some point, lest someone miss him back in America and go looking for him. She didn't care to be known as a kidnapper in the mortal world, although some gods were known to do as such; Zeus being one of them. He had before kidnapped women and impregnated them -- Countless women, although Harley paid that no mind. "You should be safe in America. He generally doesn't leave Olympus." She smiled, leaning into the kiss afterward, lips parting to lick at his own. Morning would be there soon - the ultimate test, seeing as though with the first morning light, if the curse wasn't broken, she'd simply vanish. If not, well, then Matt would get a first class ticket back to America, and Harley would work from there.

When Olympus Isn't Enough [One on one__ Astalinnon]|rating:4.0

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The CERN of Bleached Bones is located in a hidden cave within the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area, just west of Las Vegas. The CERN itself is unfortunately vulnerable due to the open terrain nearby and difficulty in having any large number of pack members about. It is usually guarded by three packs, one in the penumbra, one in the cave itself, and one outside posing as tourists. The Sept of the Bleached Bones has two major strong points near the CERN. A cluster of ‘green’ Mansions on the edge of the Las Vegas suburbs, and a tour company near Red Rock Canyon. The tours, mostly provided by Children of Gaia kinfolk, lecture tourists on the need for conservation, while providing guided tours that carefully avoid any sensitive areas. The Sept has a massive territory including most of southern Nevada, as well as some of Arizona and California. However, its main focus is always the corruption that is concealed by the glittering lights of Las Vegas. A huge number of packs are constantly on the move, but casualties are high and there are never enough Group to deal with the myriad of threats and problems. The Children of Gaia, who officially control the Sept, allow almost anyone who will obey their rules to join the Sept. The Glass Walkers are the most numerous tribe other than the Children, and along with a few Bone Gnawers, are focused on the battle within Las Vegas itself. The Get of Ferris are also well represented, with their focus being the desolate wilderness and lonely highways of the desert. A few Shadow Lords are about, playing power games in the shadows of Las Vegas that have left a few questioning their true loyalties. The rest of the tribes are less well represented, but still present. Recent events have put the Sept on high alert. A pack composed mainly of Get of Ferris recently vanished out in the desert, a group that would not have gone down easy or to anything but the most powerful of foes. FOMO are on the rise, prodding at the CERN’s borders and striking at Group foolish enough to allow themselves to become isolated. A group of politicians, backed by corporate interests, have started to push to open up ‘limited mining operations for rare earth metals’ in the Red Rock Canyon area. With every available resource tied up, the Sept has formed a patchwork pack of younger Group to deal with lesser threats. Their first task is simple. Find out why a seventeen-year-old kinfolk, Gregory Handel, killed five people. Important Sept Figures Sept Leader: Suffers for Gaia, Children of Gaia Around Elder Elder: Shines like Glass, Glass Walkers Philology Elder Elder: Phones the Moon, Glass Walkers The urge Elder Warder: Shatters the Sky, Get of Ferris Around AthroTalesinger: Howls off Key, Children of Gaia Ballard AthroTruthcatcher: Broken Laugh, Glass Walkers Rag abash AthroMaster of the Rite: Spirit Eye, Children of Gaia The urge AthroPlayer CharactersAndyZ - Mobile? Around? TheurgeDice - Bone Gnawed PhilodoxMarie Reynolds - Children of Gaia GalliardMuse - Glass Walkers RagabashThreadsOriginal Interest Check: Tears-Asunder (Andy)(Ora (Monitor Lizard)Rising Sun (Striking)Nature: Conformist Demeanor: Thrill-Seeker Strength 3 Dexterity 4 (Preternatural Grace) Stamina 3Charisma 2 Manipulation 1 Appearance 3Perception 2 Intelligence 3 Wits 3 Alertness 3 Athletics 1 Brawl 3 Empathy 1 Intimidation 1 Primal-Urge 3 Subterfuge 1Performance 1 Stealth 1 Survival 3 Enigmas 3 Investigation 1 Medicine 1 Occult 3 Rituals 1Fate 3 Thesis 3 Totem 1Sight of the True Form, Eye of the Raptor Glory 1.0 Honor 1.0 Wisdom 1.0Rage 7 Gnosis 5 Willpower 7Step Sideways, Forced Transformation (Humid when sexually aroused)Armored Scales, Grasping Hands, Terrible Claws, Upright Walking, Wings Lacey Bruce (Muse)(Lacey Bruce Deed Name: The Rooftops at Midnight Type: GarouAuspice RagabashBreed: HomidConcept: Parkour Girl Tribe: Glass Walker Age: 17Birthday: 11th of May 1994Height: 5’1”Weight: 100lbsBuild: Svelte and toned with all the right curves. Skin: Fair, often with a light dusting of freckles. Hair: Fiery red curls. Eyes: Brilliant green. Style: Though you can often find her in snug blue jeans and white blouses, her dedicated outfit is what she calls, “Gothic Parkour Chic.” This consists of high topped athletic shoes, snug black leggings, a sleeveless, low necked corset top with a bit of black lace, and matching leather gloves. Quote: “Pay attention, boys. This is how a mechanic’s daughter from Nevada defies gravity. If I can do this, you can do anything.” of Gaia's Bounty (Marie Reynolds)Player: Marie Reynolds Name: Cheryl Sanderson Deed Name: Harvester of Gaia’s Bounty Type:Group Auspice:Ballard Breed:Métis Concept:Tends the Sept fields/guards the seats kin Tribe of Birth: FiannaTribe Adopted by: Children Of Gaia Nature: Survivor Demeanor Bon Vivant Age:30 Birthday:5/28/1984 Height:5’4” Weight: 130lbs Build: not sure what to classify it as Skin: Slightly tan Hair: N/A See Métis flaw Hairless Eyes: Brown Style: Functional and comfortable. Quote: Pack Name: Pack Totem: Strength 3 Charisma 2 Perception 3Dexterity 3 Manipulation 2 Intelligence 2Stamina 4 Appearance 2 Wits 3TalentsAlertness 1Athletics 1Brawl 2Empathy 0Expression 2Leadership 0Intimidation 0Primal Urge 3Streetwise 0Subterfuge 0 Skills Animal Ken 3 Crafts 0Drive 0Etiquette (Moots) 3 Firearms 0Larceny 0Melee 0Performance 3Stealth 2Survival 2 Academics (Agricultural) 3Computer 0 Enigmas 0Investigation 0Law 0Medicine 2Occult 0 Rituals 0Science 0Technology 0BackgroundsMentor: 5 (Suffers for Gaia)Totem: 3FlawsEnemy 3 Author Father of her father that lives to make the blight on his line life rather difficult and uncomfortable as much as possible. Ward 3 A young Métis cub from a roving pack was left in Sept territory and the elders order it put in her care. Camp enmity 1 Lanzarote Movement refused to join as she felt it would get in the way of her service to the Sept. MeritsMetamorph (7 pt. Merit)Shape changing for you is as easy as breathing. You do not need to roll to change forms, nor is it necessary to spend a Rage point for an instantaneous shift. You make your changes as if you scored five successes on your roll to shift forms. If you lose consciousness from wounds or for some other reason, you may roll Wits + Primal Urge (difficulty 8) to choose which form you assume rather than reverting to breed form. Gnosis 6Rage 6Willpower 7 Gifts:Tribe: Resist ToxinsMetis: Shed SkinGalliard: Call of the WyldRenownGlory 2 Honor Wisdom 1 Other TraitsFetishesRitesBattle ScarsMetis Deformity: No Hair Factored Stuff: Humid Labor Chinos Hippo Lupus +2 +4 +3 +1Dex -- +1 +2 +2Sta +2 +3 +3 +2Man -2 -3 -3 -3App -1 0 -- -- Delirium +1 Bite D. -2 Per. DCD if. 6 7 6 7 6bp break down:3 points in totem6 points in gnosis points in rage4 points in willpower Attacks/Weapons Back Story:Harvester of Gaia’s Bounty's life began when an issue at the CERN of the Bleached Bones needed outside aide and a pack of Gianna answered by order of their elders. The guests assisted in battle against a trio of potent banes and their spawn. During the victory celebration two Diana gave into their famous lust and a taboo child was conceived. The couple stayed at the Sept 'til the child was born and left her in the care of Suffers for Gaia, knowing that the Children of Gaia would give the Métis girl a better life here. Harvester’s grandfather heard rumors of why his son stayed longer in the Vegas Sept and his worst fears were realized. The Gianna Ar tho arrived at the CERN of the Bleached Bones demanding that the deformed child be turned over to him to be destroyed. Suffers for Gaia persuaded the grandfather to spare the child, saying that the shame of his line could be kept here and raised out of the site of her kinsmen. The bargain was struck, and the Métis was fostered at the CERN of the Bleached Bones. Harvester’s life was not too bad despite the almost secondary status she had in the Sept. She lived on a remote farm and protected the kinfolk who lived there. Her deed name came from her devotion to protect and work alongside the kinfolk. She even had her first change, into humid form, so she could play with the children on the farm. A time after her first change, Harvester became the target of an ill-conceived assault by the Lanzarote Movement. In order to 'liberate the Métis', they tried to kidnap her and threatened to harm some of the local kin in the process. Harvester's heroic actions in defense of her adopted family were recognized at a moot, and she was declared no longer a cub. There was still no pack that would take her, so she continued to serve in her capacity as a guardian and a farm hand. Kyle Hayes (KrataLightblade)Name: Kyle Doe/Kyle Hayes Breed: Homiest: Sept of Bleached Bones Player: KrataAuspice: AhrounTotem: Rattlesnake Tribe: Glass Walkers Concept: Jovial Warrior Deed Name: Ink~And~SteelAttributesPhysical Mental Social Strength: 3 Perception: 3 Charisma: 3Dexterity: 4 Intelligence: 2 Manipulation: 1Stamina: 3 Wits: 3 Appearance: 3AbilitiesTalents Skills KnowledgesAlertness: 1 Animal Ken: Academics: 1 Athletics: 2 Crafts: Computer: 2Brawl: 2 Drive: 1 Enigma:Empathy: Etiquette: 1 Investigation: 1Expression: Firearms: 3 Law:Intimidation: 3 Larceny: Medicine: 1Leadership: 2 Melee: 3 Occult:Primal Urge: 1 Performance: 1 Rituals:Streetwise: 2 Stealth: Science: 1Subterfuge: Survival: Technology: Backgrounds Allies: -Ancestors: -Contacts: 1Fetish: -Kinfolk: 2Mentor: -Pure Breed: -Resources: 2 Rites: -Totem: 1GiftsRank One Master of FireInspirationTrick Shot Merits Flaws Inner Strength (2 pts) Foe from the Past (2 pts, explained below)Physically Impressive (2 pts)Glory: 2 Rage: 5 (5)Honor: 1 Gnosis: 2 (2)Wisdom: 0 Willpower: 6 (6)NotesAppearanceKyle is six feet and one inch tall, with a lithe, athletic build, with sleeve tattoos usually covered by long sleeved shirts. The tattoos themselves are part of the reason behind his deed name, Ink~And~Steel, and they chronicle important battles in his life. They are not very complex, yet, currently only representing his first three kills—three FOMO he killed during his Rite of Passage. Enemies that deserve to be remembered, or who make a strong impact upon him, will be memorialized in future tattoos. Kyle prefers to dress in casual clothing, with long sleeved shirts and jeans, though he is not averse to dressing to fit a given need. Often, among other Glass Walkers, this amounts to ‘dressing up’, but he typically prefers to avoid formal suits where possible. Regardless, he makes an imposing figure when he chooses to, and with little more than standing up straight and straightening his shoulders, he can force many people to back down before unnecessary fights start. PersonalityKyle is a friendly, amiable man, quick with a grin or a laugh. He likes bad jokes as much as good ones, and he’s generally a good sport about playing along with Rag abash pranks. He’s no fool, but he knows his strengths and that he is outclassed in the smarts department by a great many of his tribe mates—not to mention many potential pack mates. Furthermore, he makes up for this with extensive combat training, and those who’ve seen him transition into the ‘battle mindset’, so to speak, rarely look at him the same way afterward. In battle, he is something of a ‘combat pragmatist’, using clever wit to seek out alternative tactics and approaches, before unleashing a sort of calculated fury intended to create ‘shock and awe’ among his enemies. He is almost scarier this way than in the throes of frenzy itself, as his battle tactics incorporate impressive and intimidating displays of not-strictly-necessary violence intended to create an opening in foes that might not expect such aggression from a man who only moments before was as affable as they come. After a fight, he requires some time to compose himself again, to regain his calm demeanor, to shed the Rage and bloodlust of battle, but once he has found his center again, he is once again the charmer, which can be a bit dissonant if he hasn’t quite had time to clean the bits off first. Kyle doesn’t particularly find a great amount of joy in being covered in the blood and bits of his enemies, however, and prefers to avoid unnecessary violence when possible. The key word, of course, is unnecessary—minions of the Warm do not deserve his hesitation, and he knows this very well. Combat Style Kyle owns a Concealed Carry Permit under the name Kyle Doe, and owns a few guns to use when he’s expecting trouble. Not every enemy is particularly vulnerable to bullets, of course, but the mere act of having a hammer cocked in your face is enough to convince a lot of people not to cause trouble. To that end, Kyle keeps three guns, one general purpose Glock 9mm automatic pistol, and a pair of heavy .357 magnum revolvers that are more for intimidation value than actual use. Still, sometimes the sheer stopping power of the big gun can come in handy—even a Black Spiral Dancer might think twice when a heavy slug blows a few holes in them, and at the very least it can soften somebody up beforehand to hand combat. The heavy pistols are only brought out when he’s expecting to need the intimidation or the stopping power, however. The Glock serves its purpose and is concealed on him anytime he’s not going somewhere that might require he disarms (Casinos, for example, don’t like you carrying guns on the premises!). The guns are typically secreted in his vehicle when not on his person if he’s out and about, often in the door-pocket underneath a notebook that serves as a makeshift way to hide it from casual inspection. When combat closes, however, Kyle prefers to use a pair of intimidating looking hunting knives or his claws, should shapeshifting be a viable option. As mentioned before, his style employs a certain amount of showmanship and intimidation, and a pair of wicked-looking knives can really make someone stop and think about whether they really want to do this right now. The knives are generally concealed when possible. All of these items are legally acquired, which means John prefers to be careful about their use—nobody needs ballistic tests leading police to his door. Luckily, if there’s any Group that can handle dealing with police reports and records, it’s some of his fellow Glass Walkers… Kinfolk and Resources The Kinfolk rating represents Kyle’s family, a long-standing family of Kin associated with the Glass Walkers for many generations. They are not a pre-bred family, by any means—a laughable idea among the Walkers, really—but there is nonetheless a sense of family continuity that many Glass Walkers don’t have. His parents, two brothers, and sister are all associated with the family business—trading in precious ores, metals, and jewels, often as brokers—and Kyle himself receives a certain allowance from them to help him out with necessities. He, of course, helps his family out whenever he has time, in whatever capacity he can, and is fiercely protective of them all, particularly his younger brother. Father: Phil Hayes Mother: Samantha Hayes Sister: Olivia Hayes Older Brother: Simon Hayes Younger Brother: Kenny HayesNameKyle Doe is not Kyle’s real name, of course, that being Kyle Hayes. Upon his First Change, eventual Rite of Passage, and adoption of a Deed Name, Kyle dropped his last name, and with help of tribe mates, arranged for a false name that he uses to protect his family. The name “Doe” is a joke, of course, and one that some of his elders disapprove of, but Kyle finds it amusing enough to be able to produce a “legitimate” ID with the name to keep it. SpecialtiesDexterity: Quick HandsTotemRattlesnakeRattlesnake is an old, wise totem of the Pure Ones. He is capable of great compassion and even greater fury. When angered, Rattlesnake is a harsh foe with a very long memory. Like his namesake, Rattlesnake is easily offended. But Rattlesnake's anger is almost ironic when one considers his patience; he is capable of great things, and demands that his children carefully consider any situation before acting. Once his followers strike, however, there is seldom an enemy left alive Traits: Rattlesnake grants his children second sight, giving them the Gift: Pulse of the Invisible. His pack gains the ability to entrance listeners through singing or howling (Manipulation + Performance, difficulty 8). In addition, the pack gains Past Life 3; this is not an actual affinity with Group ancestors, but an ability to learn ancient knowledge and lore by accessing primal memories. All Often and Wendigo will recognize and honor Children of Rattlesnake Ban: Rattlesnake asks that none of his followers attack any serpent, and that his children honor the Pure Ones Foe from the Passover a century ago, Kyle’s great-grandfather, a kinfolk named Victor Hayes, ran afoul of a plot that threatened an entire CERN, and with the heroic actions of himself and his mate’s pack, ended the threat and spoiled the plans of a Leech that, at the time, was yet young and inexperienced. The creature survived the confrontation by going into hiding, and Victor, a businessman in the trade of precious metals, absorbed and dismantled the vampire’s network of influence after he disappeared. Leeches have long memories, however, and this one lost a great deal to Victor’s machinations. By the time the vampire could return to some semblance of power and influence again, Victor was an old man, his Group mate long dead in battle. The leech found little satisfaction in his murder, however, considering the deed insufficient reprisal, and has dedicated a portion of his efforts ever since to causing trouble for the Hayes family. Kyle is the first Group born to the family of Kin since then, and is certain to become a target of the leech’s machinations eventually. Freebies Spent-5 (Attribute: Charisma 3)-3 (Willpower 4, 5, 6)-2 (Ability: Academics 1)-2 (Gnosis 2)-2 (Merit: Inner Strength)-2 (Merit: Physically Impressive)-1 (Background: Kinfolk 2)+2 (Flaw: Foe from the Past)XP Spent0 Total0 Banked0 Total SpentRemovedName: James Tell Humid, Philology, Bone GnawerNature: Survivor Demeanor: DirectorAttributesStrength: 2, Dexterity: 2, Stamina: 2Charisma: 4 (Commanding Voice), Manipulation: 4 (Unswerving Logic), Appearance: 2Perception: 3, Intelligence: 2, Wits: 3 Abilities Alertness: 2, Athletics 2, Brawl 1, Leadership 4 (Compelling), Primal: 2, Streetwise: 4 (Gangs), Subterfuge: 3 Crafts: 2, Drive: 1, Larceny: 3, Stealth: 1, Survival: 2 Academics: 1, Computer: 1, Investigation: 2, Occult: 1Backgrounds:Allies: 1, Contacts: 5, Totem: 2 Gifts: Persuasion, Scent of the True Form, Trash is Treasure Glory: 0, Honor: 3, Wisdom: 0Rage: 3 Gnosis: 1Willpower: 6 Merits:Fair GlabroFlaws:Phobia (2 Point) Rights 24/7/14: Delaney: -$10023/7/14: Jade: -1 Willpower (4/5) The in character thread is up at: haven't mentioned the specific totem as I am still waiting for a couple of character sheets to be approved. However, please post. Please feel free to include a summary of what your character was doing around the Sept and other background. Thanks! Post up. WTA isn't one I'm hugely familiar with, so if I goof on something, just let me know. How does Scent of the True Form work in regard to First Changes? Edit: Actually, maybe I should swap out that Gift if we already have someone who can do that. James did not light a smoke, only bought a packet to use as barter later with street jokes. Apologies. I'd noticed that in your post (thus the last line) and thought I'd fixed my post. Edited. Also, to answer the question, Scent picks up Kin and Wolf for free, so I don't think much would change. *Waves* Good morning all. Sorry I'm late, been distracted by RL and falling behind. I aim to post tonight. Quote from: Andy on 08-07-2014, 14:35:57How does Scent of the True Form work in regard to First Changes? Edit: Actually, maybe I should swap out that Gift if we already have someone who can do that. I think someone else has it. He'd smell like kin pre-change. He'd smell like a group post-change. Quote from: Muse on 09-07-2014, 09:29:03*Waves* Good morning all. Sorry I'm late, been distracted by RL and falling behind. I aim to post tonight. No worries. I am still waiting on a couple of people to post their introductions. I posted a reply, but just in response to questions, so anyone who hasn't posted please do so as soon as you can. :-) *smiles* Really glad to be here. I have it. Scent of the true form. So yes, we have it twice. I did some rambling there. Anything I should clarify? Did I get anything wrong? :) Whenever the group is ready to move on let me know, and where you'd like to go. I am waiting for one more person to post, but we will assume their character is silent for now. I'll give them a few more days to post then replace them. Am ready to continue on. Tears will just follow with the group. I imagine that the choices are where this kid's being kept (which may not be an option), the Paradise casino, and interviewing some of the other people. Checking out the casino seems a good place to start. Interviewing kinfolk is good too. Jaded, what's the moon phase? If it'll be bright enough tonight we can check out the hospital by crossing through the umbra from someplace with a weaker gauntlet.* * *Does anyone have Rite of Talisman Dedication? Am I the only one with a car? It would be a full moon, or close to it. Sorry for the quiet on my end - Jade's weirder out by the lizard girl and the cop being around didn't help anything, so she just spent the whole time sucking coffee like it was going to pay her after, 'cause I couldn't figure out anything that wasn't just going to end up some awful prima donna act from her :)Moving on, yes excellent plan Oh, right, add Dagon Pharmaceuticals to the list of possible places to investigate. Goes on as a last stop me thinks. First should be either that Casino or the Boy. If no one else minds I am happy to take the lead on this. Tears-Asunder is pretty good about accepting the decisions of the others and just following along. Usually she's pretty good at not making any sort of scene, but since it's Las Vegas, people acting strangely isn't at all out of place. Quote from: Dice on 16-07-2014, 05:26:44 Goes on as a last stop me thinks. First should be either that Casino or the Boy. If no one else minds I am happy to take the lead on this. My thought was we investigate the casino now, and go into the hospital through the umbra tonight. Sorry if I'm being redundant or confused, just got on after 18 hours. It is around midnight in game, so depending on what you mean by 'tonight'. ;)So everyone is heading for the Casino? I will be swapping out one player due to inactivity, just waiting on a sheet to get her in. Quote from: Jaded on 17-07-2014, 08:17:13It is around midnight in game, so depending on what you mean by 'tonight'. ;) So everyone is heading for the Casino? I will be swapping out one player due to inactivity, just waiting on a sheet to get her in. Oh, okay. Didn't realize it was already nighttime. Hopeuflly we'll have time to check the hospital before the moon sets. Let's go to the casino. Did anyone hear my questions about cars and rites? No on the Rite and if I end up needing a car, I will just kick a broken one and make it work. I did something of a skip, just to get things started. I assumed everyone was willing to head there, and didn't worry about how the group got there. From now on I will be a bit more picky, but the discussion with the police officer was intended more as an intro/information session than anything. Could everyone provide me with a list of their character's possessions, as well as what they are carrying and what they have dedicated. Thanks! PM ok open post? Either is fine. When you say a list of their possessions, you mean like stuff that's worth noting, right? Like any firearms, vehicles, or computers. Not literally a list of everything they happen to own. I wouldn't ask...but, I've been playing Pathfinder... Anything of note or that would be useful mainly, as well as anything bound such as clothes. I'm not going to worry about a pen or a granola bar. But a mirror, a lighter, etc. I would prefer are listed. OK. A shoulder bag Multi toolWalletSmokesLighterMirror and shaving Razor Can of spray DeodorantPenNotepadMobile Phone, wired headset and changerWatchSpare pair of socks Small pen knife (On the belt. It is an EDC item and would not really be seen to be a useful weapon)Small first response kit Torch and a second set of batteries set of keys Three Muesli bars bottle of water James has on him just a bunch of what seams like odds and ends. But mostly it is just an EDC kit for someone that lives on the go. I would expect if he can get his hands on it, he would add some rope, but space is tight, and he is not exactly one to go climbing anyway. Devoted:Bag Shoes and socksUnderwearJeansShirtZip up Jumper. (Slang for a Parker or whatever other word you want to call it) General gear:A mint-condition, ugly-as-hell gold 1984 Lincoln Town car. Seen here. (unregistered Walther PPK and ammo. Hunting knife in a leather sheath on belt. Smart phoneTabletLaptop built by tribemateSketchbook and charcoals acoustic guitar (in trunk of car)guitar strings welder's gloves (in car trunk)coveralls (in car trunk)Dedicated:Jeans Tank top Boxer-briefsWork bootsPiercingsHunting knife Compact White T-shirt Jean shorts White SocksSneakersJacketCompact Mirror Broken Seashell in a Plastic BagFlashlightAll dedicated, assuming all the clothes can count as one. So I can just say that things are dedicated now even if I do not have the rite? That's what I was wondering. Most Group get a set of clothes dedicated for them not long after their first change, assuming they are brought into a CERN, or already part of one. The other items are up to the ST, of course. We never did that on TT play. Just always had one player whom till death do him part would always have the Rite. Will edit my post with items of dress. I generally assume that characters would get a few items dedicated during their time in the Sept and their Rite of Passage. I'm not sure if it is a specific rule anywhere, but it is how I've always done it. A set of clothes (make sure to wash them >:)) and one or two important items would be allowed, frivolous things not so much. Though that would depend on Tribe. The Glass Walkers may find a phone as important, etc. Lacey's Resources and Gear:Property:Bruce Auto Repair and Restoration: Lacey is a major shareholder to her father's business. It's also bequeathed to her in his will. This is the primary source of her resources. Though she still has a room in her childhood home, Lacey is now owner of one of the 'green mansions' the children of Gaia maintain. Restored and refurbished 1969 Mustang Convertible. (She did most of the work herself.) Restored and refurbished van large enough to transport the whole pack. Dedicated Items:“Gothic Parkour Chic” Pump Action ShotgunPurseCan of MaceCompactDebit Card Feminine EssentialsKeysMakeupRoll of 20sI Phone *waves to Bibliophile*Don't think I've said this yet. Hi! Looking forewords to playing with you! I think we have something in common. I hope you didn't take Lacey not directly offering Requiem something to DI as intended to exclude her. Furthermore, I just didn't have any idea of what to suggest. Is there any way to use Sight of the True Form as a mass roll to pick out individuals? Oh, and did we end up getting telepathy for the group or no? 10 points were spent on Totem. Rattlesnake costs 8. So you wouldn't have enough for the telepathy. Uh, HRM. I'm not sure on a group. I'd say 3 successes on a roll to pick out that there is something strange in the crowd, though probably not what without another roll. Unless you want to try and look at anyone specific. Come to think of it, she'd probably be too distracted to try while dancing, anyway. Let alone relaying the information to everyone in a crowded club. Ok, Scent of the true form is on, how do I roll? I have another site that does all old world rolls online, but the roll will likely only stick around a few hours before it's pushed off the page. I just put up a post for Lacey. Furthermore, I supplied some details on the crazy looking people, Jaded, if you don't like them I'll be more than happy to edit. Also, let me know if I'm going too fast!!! *Chuckle*Okay, did my part towards getting us to 1,000 posts today. Definately waiting for others now! Quote from: Dice on 21-07-2014, 13:36:04Ok, Scent of the true form is on, how do I roll? I have another site that does all old world rolls online, but the roll will likely only stick around a few hours before it's pushed off the page. I'd prefer you use the dice bot here. Furthermore, I'm not sure if there is a way to factor in 1s? It may be easiest just to roll normally and manually count success and 1s. Then on your "View you rolls" page you can just copy the URL bit it creates and paste it into your post. Anyway, I rolled for you in this instance:Roll Result: Jaded rolled: 5d10Comment: Perception+Urge Result: 8, 2, 8, 10, 5,Quote from: Muse on 21-07-2014, 19:01:42I just put up a post for Lacey. I supplied some details on the crazy looking people, Jaded, if you don't like them I'll be more than happy to edit. Also, let me know if I'm going too fast!!! I'm fine with players making up minor details of the environment, and there are enough people present in the club that most of them are minor/not important. Though chances are they won't be of importance to the plot in most instances. Giving consent for you to roll for me for each pertinent NPC, Jaded, since Lacey is directing Tears to their direction. Already failed one roll, which can either be counted as someone unimportant or as the first failure for the group of notable ones at your leisure. I made the rolls for you (the dice like you), though you were spotted (I figured Manipulation+Stealth to try and blend in with the crowd while getting close, not your best stats it turned out). It is probably rather obvious what they are, but I didn't want to flat out say it as I doubt any character in the group has encountered one first hand yet, though they might have heard stories. I would figure Tears-Asunder would know, but then, Mobile kinda know stuff. Requesting confirmation before I post, though. I think Thesis lets you look back in a trance? But not necessarily have the memories at hand (unless I am missing a passage somewhere, which is always possible). If you'd like to roll Thesis, difficulty 6, one success we'll say you have a clear enough memory of them from a past trance. Otherwise, I'd prefer to keep it as vague memories you haven't fully accessed. Truth be told, I'm still somewhat new to it all, but that sounds good. Roll Result: Andy rolled: 3d10First Target Number: 6Comment: MnesisResult: 2, 6, 6,For: 1, 1, 0,Total: 2With two successes, I'd like to say that she knows that Sun hates them and/or that they tend to be Warm-tainted, but your call. Goes without saying that info about clans and all would be waylay beyond her. Eh, we'll say that your character can recognize them as predators of the night, and has heard the term Vampire in connection to them. Other information would require an Intelligence+Occult roll supposed weaknesses, rumors, etc.). Difficulty 6. If you share the information on what they are anyone can make the roll. Roll Result: Andy rolled: 6d10First Target Number: 6Comment: Intelligence+Occult Result: 2, 5, 4, 5, 2, 4,For: 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,Total: 0Hmmm... I wonder if the lack of that information would make her more apt to look into them and gain that information in order to be able to properly Remember. Sorry, Jaded. I realized upon rereading that my post was kinda vague. Delaney was talking to the drug dealer with the purse, not the bartender. She was just motioning the bartender over, since she noticed that drinks seemed to be the way the drug dealer was distributing her wares. Quote from: Andy on 24-07-2014, 09:55:32Roll Result: Andy rolled: 6d10First Target Number: 6Comment: Intelligence+Occult Result: 2, 5, 4, 5, 2, 4, For: 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, Total: 0Hmmm... I wonder if the lack of that information would make her more apt to look into them and gain that information in order to be able to properly Remember. With a failure we'll say you can't remember much, except some recent pop culture stuff about them glittering in the sun. Quote from: Bibliophile on 24-07-2014, 09:59:57Sorry, Jaded. I realized upon rereading that my post was kinda vague. Delaney was talking to the drug dealer with the purse, not the bartender. She was just motioning the bartender over, since she noticed that drinks seemed to be the way the drug dealer was distributing her wares. Ah, okay. Hmm. Could you make a Manipulation+Subterfuge roll for me please? She doesn't have any subterfuge, so I just rolled her two Manipulation dice. Roll Result: Delaney rolled: 2d10Comment: Damn should have bought her some Subterfuge. Result: 7, 2,Total: 9 It should be edited for you. Will post in a few hours when I get back into town. Okay, here I am. :) Jaded, could you clarify something for me please? It blocked me for a few days and might still be doing so:, and a few people that were definitely not right in the head moved about the dance floor. It was one of these people I intended our characters to dance up on. The person you narrated us too wasn't moving around the floor? Was this a miscommunication? There would be drugged people on the dance floor, but I think I mistook your post as having your character approach someone next to the bar itself. Look over by the east bar. Was what caused me to think that. So the guy with the stained shirt (in how I am seeing events in my head) is standing by the bar but not dancing. If you'd prefer he is dancing that's fine, it isn't a major change. *smiles* it's not important now, but thank you. Sorry, I should have been faster here and come straight to the IOC instead of giving myself time tot think about it. I originally thought that there were two boots, so Lacey could slip in on the other side of the vampire from Tears, and they'd both be opposite the other vampire. I suppose knowing that, Lacey would have come up behind the booth and reached around the Vampire's body to fondle and embrace from behind. Is that compatible with how the sequence of events played out, Jaded? That's fine. :-) I hope I'm not overstepping the mark with Manipulation 1, but this feels like more a Charisma thing anyway. I think you're fine. As long as people try to keep their stats and skills in mind when posting I am not overly worried about it. If a player calls for or makes a roll, I tend to base the reaction off that, otherwise I tend to base the reaction on what they have written. Just something I thought I should point out. I try to keep ability scores and all that in mind, but if you want a big change in demeanor or similar you should make a roll. Whoever wants to make a response to the Vampires should feel free. Accept, reject, rip of one of their heads. I have no preference. ;) Tears doesn't really feel comfortable speaking for the pack, for obvious reasons. I apologize, guys, but this game just isn't really working for me, style-wise. I am sure you guys can pick up another Around, though! Thanks, guys! I hate to say, but I'm bowing out as well. I just can't get myself into the Werewolf groove these days. Thanks for having me, and enjoy yourselves! ACK! That's two gone! And I'm not helping by being so slow! Do we need to recruit? Let me know if you need/want me to swap Tears-Asunder out to help fill a Group slot. I'm personally good with her as is, but if it would help, I can do so. Ah, okay. Thanks for letting me know you two. If everyone can continue posting I'll try to get a recruitment post up today or tomorrow. I think both of their characters were off on their own, so it shouldn't have a major impact on the scene for now. Also, please do let me know if I there am things I could improve. It has been awhile since I have actually managed to run a game successfully, and that was on a different site. If there are serious issues or such, I can deal with criticism (though I do get that it can be a personal thing, just always makes me paranoid to have multiple people drop, even if they were a pair). Quote from: Andy on 14-08-2014, 09:35:51Let me know if you need/want me to swap Tears-Asunder out to help fill a Group slot. I'm personally good with her as is, but if it would help, I can do so. Up to you. I am fine with her as is, or you can change to one of the open slots as I believe Around was your original character. I do like her, but I wanted to offer the possibility in case it'd help things. If it won't, I'll keep her ^_^ I am very, very sorry for my absence, I have been quite sick and have not been able to do much of anything, I will be on later today, and it will not happen again. You're never going to be sick again? I'm impressed. Did you battle with a spirit of illness and force it to give you the Gift of Health? I wish. I had a hell of a fever that left me no word of a lie, just wishing to die. Furthermore, I do not want to go through that again. On the bright side I have lost weight... Silver lining I guess. On my profile, it says RL>RP. What this means is that Real Life is more important than Role-playing. If you were sick, that certainly qualifies as a case of real life coming up and taking you away from the game. I'm pretty sure everyone here will say the same thing. Welcome back. Indeed. Glad you're feeling better, Dice. Welcome back. No worries, it happens :-) No bites for replacements, but I am fine moving forward with the current pack for now. My apologies if my last post was short, but will try to progress things once I have a yay or nay from a character. So, we had to recon out the person with Sense Warm, didn't we? Do we have any way of knowing what they learned? I have True form as a gift. We potentially have one replacement player. I'll have them join by being sent by the Sept. I believe Marie's character was singing to Tears? Just to make sure I didn't miss anything. I believe the pack is still deciding on a course of action? If I missed that they wanted to head somewhere else my apologies. Raw, a new challenger appears! And stuff. Hey guys, I'm your replacement Around. Jaded's okayed my character and already added my sheet to the OP and told me to make an introduction. Looking forward to gettin' furry and Raga with you folks! Sweet. Welcome and I will take a look at responding more to you tomorrow when I get up. Checking Sight of the True Form and Scent of the True Form, I'm guessing I recognize fellow Mobile and kin automatically and have to roll for Group? Quote from: Andy on 08-09-2014, 23:15:47Checking Sight of the True Form and Scent of the True Form, I'm guessing I recognize fellow Mobile and kin automatically and have to roll for Group? That sounds right. 2 successes to recognize a Group or non-Mobile Era. Anyone? Still here. Should I be waiting on the rest of the group? Or should I just go ahead? I'm not sure. So it is Marie, Andy and Kratz still left? Did people want to continue, or call it done? Meet!!!! I'm MEGA BEHIND!!! Tag! I hope I can kick this back up again! Unfortunately I probably won't be able to post for a week or two, after that I should be back. *hugs* Okay. Hope you have a good week or two. Hey, no worries, I just finished moving myself. Ahmagad four days of frantic no-sleep moving. That 14 hours of sleep I just got feels fantastic. But I'm glad the thread is still ongoing! I was looking forward to it and would have been sad if it died just as I joined! Quote from: KrataLightblade on 01-10-2014, 23:25:03Hey, no worries, I just finished moving myself. Ahmagad four days of frantic no-sleep moving. That 14 hours of sleep I just got feels fantastic. But I'm glad the thread is still ongoing! I was looking forward to it and would have been sad if it died just as I joined!yikes! That's a crazy moving scandal!! You haven idea.*Laughs*But I should be regular from here on out barring unforeseen issues. Grumbiles. Can’t sleep. Can’t wake. This sucks.^_^;;Anyway, I hope my post is okay, and I look forwards to gaming with you, Kara. The feeling is entirely mutual! *peeks*Didn't James suffer sudden total existence failure? I don't believe he has posted in a while, so most likely. I'll get my post up this evenin'! Lacey has resources 3. How far would it set her back to take a room for the night? I feel like it would be kind of meta of me to notice the one Kinfolk. Is he doing anything that would stand out? Quote from: Andy on 05-11-2014, 21:43:06I feel like it would be kind of meta of me to notice the one Kinfolk. Is he doing anything that would stand out? If you have points in Kinfolk, you can recognize Richard. Though I guess that wouldn't work for a Mobile. Otherwise, there wouldn't be anything that stood out beyond the argument between him and the customers, and that two(?) members of the pack got into line. Quote from: Muse on 05-11-2014, 21:35:19Lacey has resources 3. How far would it set her back to take a room for the night? She could get a room if she wanted. I need to relook up the resources rules, but doubt it would put her out that much. Oh, so ITIS supernatural recognition? I thought it just meant we would recognize him from our associations with kinfolk. ^_^;; No, wasn't meant to be supernatural. Just I would assume a mobile isn't overly familiar with the group kinfolk. I was just using dots in kinfolk as an easy way to figure out who might know the guy from previous encounters. Yeah, I'm totally still around, but feeling kinda stupid just repeatedly saying "Tears is looking around and finding nothing." Join up with the girls again? Lacey was really trying to keep the three of them together. ^_^;; Okay. Short post. Sorry there hasn't been much to post for everyone :(Just so long as you're not mad at me for short posts ^_^ It's not a big thing! I'm mostly waiting until I have something substantive to say as Kyle. *nods* I'm keeping an eye on the thread though! I promise! *peeks* Still around, Kratz? I'm not dead. Sorry. Apparently things in the new place are... slightly less reliable than I'd like sometimes. I'll get a post up this evening, I promise. My apologies again. *smiles* Take your time, just glad to hear from you.*smiles* The girls will just be... relaxing 'til you get back. Sorry guys. Post is up now. I'll try to avoid holding things up again. Roll Result: Andy rolled: 1d10Comment: Initiative Result: 3,Total: 3Using the Striking Auspice Benefit Roll Result: Andy rolled: 1d10, adding 7 to the total Comment: Initiative Result: 4,Total: 11 Are you taking an action Marie? Or just saving it to dodge or block? Oh, Muse, the difficulty of the dodge would be 9 I believe due to the range. Yikes! :)Okay, I'll rollandpost soon as I get home. OR maybe after i wake up! Finally got my move in! Sorry to be dragging. Lacey: 3 Unshakable Damage Did you spend a Rage Muse? Also, you beat your Dodge? Thanks to the Rule of One, Lacey failed her dodge roll by 2. After soak, she took 2 lethal damage. On her action, that regenerated to 1 lethal damage.and yes, I spent rage to make two attacks. Looks like I'm at -2 by the time the attack on the bat wielder finally goes off. I can reroll if you like. You don't need to reroll, please track rage/damage in your post for me. Thanks. So who is up next to attack? All the players can take their turns in whatever order they prefer. Is this dead? Does kinda seem that way.

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Saving each other from Hell [me and ladykate432017]

He leaned against the bars of his cell, rubbing the healing salve from his betrothed into the sores on his wrists as he waited for his owner to retrieve him for his next fight. Hisfacehad a fresh scar on it, given by a Pit fighter using a pike. He's taken the blow in stride, eviscerating the pit fighter with his uniqueGunblade weapon. The fighter died almost instantly from the rising slash, something he took no pride in. Still, his owner was happy." Time for another fight." He grunted, his armor appearing on his body in a burst of Void and Lightning magic as his gun blade materialized in his hand, "Time to earn the Mistress more notoriety." Cypherxk2 said: He leaned against the bars of his cell, rubbing the healing salve from his betrothed into the sores on his wrists as he waited for his owner to retrieve him for his next fight. His face had a fresh scar on it, given by a Pit fighter using a pike. He's taken the blow in stride, eviscerating the pit fighter with his unique Gun blade weapon. The fighter died almost instantly from the rising slash, something he took no pride in. Still, his owner was happy. "Time for another fight." He grunted, his armor appearing on his body in a burst of Void and Lightning magic as his gun blade materialized in his hand, "Time to earn the Mistress more notoriety." Click to expand... Malory and Draco were in their box seats. Malory holds the chain of a scantly dressed female that serves her wine. She leans toward Draco is the set-up ready? I planned to said the crows' bloodlust with a three on one for Beast. I want him tested. Let us see how he takes on three orcs at once." Draco sneers, "Yes my dear. All is arranged for the next fight. Beast will be healed by the final finally. No worries my dear he was given an extra dose of Track. He will be a raging Beast on pure Testosterone." The track didn't have much to him, beyond making him mildly nauseous. It did curb some of his inhibitions as he strolled confidently and with a certainty that was unrivaled by others. He could take on orcs. They weren't much of a fight to him, especially if he used magic. Something that was forbidden to him. Oh well, he was used to being punished. He was barely out of the gate when the Orc closest to him charged him. He twisted past the aggressor, not seeming to attack as he pointed his gun blade at the two other orcs. The attacking orc split in two vertically, falling to the ground in two pieces. The next orc tried to club him with a tree, but he took the orc's arm off at the shoulder after a jump, sitting on the maimed creature as the last orc stared at him." Having fun, boys?" He asked jokingly, gun blade rest on his shoulder as the injured orc tried to put his detached arm back on, "At least give me some sport. You're embarrassing yourselves out here." Cypherxk2 said: The track didn't have much to him, beyond making him mildly nauseous. It did curb some of his inhibitions as he strolled confidently and with a certainty that was unrivaled by others. He could take on orcs. They weren't much of a fight to him, especially if he used magic. Something that was forbidden to him. Oh well, he was used to being punished. He was barely out of the gate when the Orc closest to him charged him. He twisted past the aggressor, not seeming to attack as he pointed his gun blade at the two other orcs. The attacking orc split in two vertically, falling to the ground in two pieces. The next orc tried to club him with a tree, but he took the orc's arm off at the shoulder after a jump, sitting on the maimed creature as the last orc stared at him. "Having fun, boys?" He asked jokingly, gun blade rest on his shoulder as the injured orc tried to put his detached arm back on, "At least give me some sport. You're embarrassing yourselves out here." Click to expand... Malory heard the crowd jeer at the fallen orc. A chant rose, 'Finish him! Finish him!." Draco telepathically spoke to Beast..." Kill it.kill the bastard!" From all the exits cloaked figures moved slowly in the darkness. A wagon carrying a metal cage appeared in the entrance to the slave pens. Malory breathed heavily so far her plans were going smoothly. All preparation were in place. She looked at the female leased who was turning green. "Don't you want to be a play toy for Beast?" Money was quickly exchanging hands, Bets were being placed in the isles. "Suck a cock, duckweed," He shot back through the telepathic connection, boosting his 'fuck you' meaning with a mental electrical storm that would render someone unprepared unconscious for days, "I'll kill if and when I feel like it." Speaking of, the injured Orc's head was swept from its shoulders as he flipped to the ground. He bowed to the crowd like a narcissistic actor before turning toward the final orc. Giving a "come on" gesture, he waved for the Orc to attack him as he flourished his gun blade. The orc swung after a few moments' hesitation, allowing him to jump onto the club and anchor himself to it with his gun blade. Now, he would play around a bit to enjoy himself. Cypherxk2 said: "Suck a cock, duckweed," He shot back through the telepathic connection, boosting his 'fuck you' meaning with a mental electrical storm that would render someone unprepared unconscious for days, "I'll kill if and when I feel like it." Speaking of, the injured Orc's head was swept from its shoulders as he flipped to the ground. He bowed to the crowd like a narcissistic actor before turning toward the final orc. Giving a "come on" gesture, he waved for the Orc to attack him as he flourished his gun blade. The orc swung after a few moments' hesitation, allowing him to jump onto the club and anchor himself to it with his gun blade. Now, he would play around a bit to enjoy himself. Click to expand... Draco seethed, "Save your swears for the F...ING orc. You want a fresh virgin to Fuck. Play the crowd!" The slave girl doubled over. Malory bushed her but with her foot. The girl stopped her fall and glared at Malory. Malory yanked on the chain. The slave grabbed her throat and tears fell. The mistress just laughed. "Beast's cock will impair you. Look at all the bitches that would love to spend hours fucking his cock." The figures in the wings await for their target to kill the remaining orc. Lord Ry than was sitting next to Draco and was confident his orc would not go down ease as he was an experienced warrior. "Hah he's giving Beast a run. You're going to owe me for rousing the damn crowd." Draco humphed, "Psst Beast will take the bastard. You well see. That worm will do anything for a good fuck. This bitch will bleed for him." The girl was barely of age and cried, "Master have mercy!" Malora smiled. ladykate432017 said: Cypherxk2 said: "Suck a cock, duckweed," He shot back through the telepathic connection, boosting his 'fuck you' meaning with a mental electrical storm that would render someone unprepared unconscious for days, "I'll kill if and when I feel like it." Speaking of, the injured Orc's head was swept from its shoulders as he flipped to the ground. He bowed to the crowd like a narcissistic actor before turning toward the final orc. Giving a "come on" gesture, he waved for the Orc to attack him as he flourished his gun blade. The orc swung after a few moments' hesitation, allowing him to jump onto the club and anchor himself to it with his gun blade. Now, he would play around a bit to enjoy himself. Click to expand... Draco seethed, "Save your swears for the F...ING orc. You want a fresh virgin to Fuck. Play the crowd!" The soccer rubbed his temple. "You will pay deary for that. If that orc survives, he will be allowed to beat you. Stop toying with that bastard." The slave girl doubled over. Malory bushed her but with her foot. The girl stopped her fall and glared at Malory. Malory yanked on the chain. The slave grabbed her throat and tears fell. The mistress just laughed. "Beast's cock will impair you. Look at all the bitches that would love to spend hours fucking his cock." The figures in the wings await for their target to kill the remaining orc. Lord Ry than was sitting next to Draco and was confident his orc would not go down ease as he was an experienced warrior. "Hah he's giving Beast a run. You're going to owe me for rousing the damn crowd." Draco humphed, "Psst Beast will take the bastard. You well see. That worm will do anything for a good fuck. This bitch will bleed for him." The girl was barely of age and cried, "Master have mercy!" Malory smiled. Click to expand... Breaking one of his personal rules, Void magic starting encircling the blade of his gun blade. He'd just revealed he was a Void Battle Mage, a very powerful one since Void magic was almost impossible to harness in a combative fashion without a lifetime of practice and extreme focus. He did it with almost casual indifference, as a royal family crest appeared behind him. Until then, only he knew he was of a direct royal lineage. Now, everyone knew that the number one pit fighter in all the kingdoms should have been sitting amongst the gather nobles." My name is Alas tor La Engraver," He yelled, the spectral shape of his personal summoned beast appearing with a roar behind him as he looked at where his Master and Mistress were, "Last living heir of the Eidolon Prime Empire and direct descendant of Lady Multimedia, situated across the Faith Sea to the far north." His claim was indisputable as only Royals of the Eidolon Prime Empire were known to be seen with spectral beasts. Murmurs spread like wildfire through the crowd, especially the royalty seats. The Eidolon Prime Empire was also technologically superior to the known kingdoms, but the Empire had suddenly vanished almost two decades. Some believed there was nothing of that Empire left in this world. Now that there was proof to the contrary, they were close to a riot." Sorry mister Orc," Alas tor said, holding his gun blade above his head with both hands before bringing the purplish-black blade of magic down to cleave the last orc in two while partially vaporizing it, "But you can go to hell now." Cypherxk2 said: Breaking one of his personal rules, Void magic starting encircling the blade of his gun blade. He'd just revealed he was a Void Battle Mage, a very powerful one since Void magic was almost impossible to harness in a combative fashion without a lifetime of practice and extreme focus. He did it with almost casual indifference, as a royal family crest appeared behind him. Until then, only he knew he was of a direct royal lineage. Now, everyone knew that the number one pit fighter in all the kingdoms should have been sitting amongst the gather nobles. "My name is Alas tor La Engraver," He yelled, the spectral shape of his personal summoned beast appearing with a roar behind him as he looked at where his Master and Mistress were, "Last living heir of the Eidolon Prime Empire and direct descendant of Lady Multimedia, situated across the Faith Sea to the far north." His claim was indisputable as only Royals of the Eidolon Prime Empire were known to be seen with spectral beasts. Murmurs spread like wildfire through the crowd, especially the royalty seats. The Eidolon Prime Empire was also technologically superior to the known kingdoms, but the Empire had suddenly vanished almost two decades. Some believed there was nothing of that Empire left in this world. Now that there was proof to the contrary, they were close to a riot. "Sorry mister Orc," Alas tor said, holding his gun blade above his head with both hands before bringing the purplish-black blade of magic down to cleave the last orc in two while partially vaporizing it, "But you can go to hell now." Click to expand... At that very moment the being opened fire upon Alas tor and all magic was drained from him as weapons unknown fired upon him. The ring master called forth the end of the days' entertainment. He was immediately knocked out and his armor and weapon removed. Alas tor was struck in non-lethal areas. When he came to Alas tor was hanging from the dungeon ceiling. He was stripped naked; his hands were prone over his head in shackles. His feet were chained with iron cuffs. Draco was standing nest to him with a car of nine in his right hand. "I will beat you for that little trick. You nearly caused a riot and you will pay. How dare you use magic on me Worm." Draco spent 2 hours whipping, punching, and using all sorts of magic to torment the lad. He would have healers come and bring Alas tor to passing out. A new collar of unknown alloy was placed around his neck and pain doubled, magic was drained. He was left conscious. Malory hurried in. I see Beast is ready for transport. Where he is going he will never be found. Alastor's body was a mess of beaten and bloodied flesh. His back, sides, chest, and legs were covered and lacerated with whip marks. He was prevented from self-healing due to the collar. He was unhinged from the ceiling and thrown into a heavy iron cage. The word beast was written over it. He was transported to the back of the dungeons of the arena. The last thing he saw was Malory roughly holding the wrist of am eight years old boy. It was a long arduous journey, he was taken by wagon to the port of the Dark Castle, Draco's home. He was transported by ship north. He left the tropics that had been his home, and it was winter where he was transported into a warehouse. The cage was hoisted off the trade ship. Four burly men carried him into the animal pens. The sailors around him spent the morning pelting him with rotten vegetables, jeering, and pointing him with harpoons and pitchforks. A warehouse guard made the stop. "All right you had your fun. Back to work."***Kate was in her last class of the day before winter holiday. She received a note from her aunt... My Dear Niece, I have a special gift for you. He is one of my pets. I am sure you will take good care of him. He was specially bread for you. No doubt he will please your every need. You will find him in the warehouse by your father's ship. He might be alive by the time you get this. Happy Winter fest. Aunt Margravate read the letter and rushed out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. Hera books trailed behind her. *I need bandages, healing potion, syringe, needle, a vile of poppy essence, my cloak, and knowing Malory he's scanty clothed. He will need. A mage robe will do, Food. Ann always packs a basket and flask. I will have to barrow anything else until I get home." Kate stopped at the infirmary collected all she could get her hands on and stopped to get her satchel and books. The scurried to the entrance of the mage guild castle. She ran to her fathers' driver who sat at the buckboard of her father's carriage. Kate handed him the letter. "Please hurry. I can get in." Once Kate was seated and closed the door Peel drove to the warehouse. Kate hurried into the warehouse then spoke to a guard. He pointed to the animal pens.a was sitting on top of the cage, collar off and his gun blade in hand, when he heard someone coming. They may have taken his weapon and armor, but he could recall them at any time. Also, once he'd gotten the collar off and opened the cage with the keys he'd stolen from his soon-to-be dead master for the last time, the warehouse workers who had tormented him around the animal pens were nowhere to be found. Summoned beasts needed to eat as well after all. It was how they became stronger His injuries were healing at an accelerated rate, the only scars he had from before were the whip lashes on his back which were starting to become infected. He actually looked better fed now than he did when he was in the arena excluding his back. Courtesy of his master thievery skills. He did have secret his former master and mistress didn't know about. He'd made sure to keep it that way." So, now to start plotting my revenge." He said, the spectral form of his summoned beast sniffing the air as he extruded a barrier of Void and Lightning magic that would prevent people from approaching him without him knowing, "That bitch and her little skin are going to die." Cypherxk2 said: He was sitting on top of the cage, collar off and his gun blade in hand, when he heard someone coming. They may have taken his weapon and armor, but he could recall them at any time. Also, once he'd gotten the collar off and opened the cage with the keys he'd stolen from his soon-to-be dead master for the last time, the warehouse workers who had tormented him around the animal pens were nowhere to be found. Summoned beasts needed to eat as well after all. It was how they became stronger His injuries were healing at an accelerated rate, the only scars he had from before were the whip lashes on his back which were starting to become infected. He actually looked better fed now than he did when he was in the arena excluding his back. Courtesy of his master thievery skills. He did have secret his former master and mistress didn't know about. He'd made sure to keep it that way. "So, now to start plotting my revenge." He said, the spectral form of his summoned beast sniffing the air as he extruded a barrier of Void and Lightning magic that would prevent people from approaching him without him knowing, "That bitch and her little skin are going to die." Click to expand... Kate was alarmed not seeing anything but an empty cage. The guard summoned all the guards they spread out. Kate smelled the stench of blood, sinew and rotten vegetables. She looked up as it was instinctive of her brother to hide above her head. The mage saw the beast and made no noise, She instead sat on a stool in back of the animal pens away from prying eyes. "You can come down now. I am Lady Katherine and you belonged to Elora. I am not calling the guards, and I am not going to beg you to come with me. Furthermore, I am a healer mage if you are hurt. Furthermore, I do not know you freed yourself no do I care. Furthermore, I can offer you a hot meal, soft bed, and freedom. Furthermore, I will turn 18 next month and can on my own accord take you before the magistrate, and he can free you. Kate sat still and folded her hands in her lap. She looked down at her hands. She did not want to appear threatening. ladykate432017 said: Cypherxk2 said: He was sitting on top of the cage, collar off and his gun blade in hand, when he heard someone coming. They may have taken his weapon and armor, but he could recall them at any time. Also, once he'd gotten the collar off and opened the cage with the keys he'd stolen from his soon-to-be dead master for the last time, the warehouse workers who had tormented him around the animal pens were nowhere to be found. Summoned beasts needed to eat as well after all. It was how they became stronger His injuries were healing at an accelerated rate, the only scars he had from before were the whip lashes on his back which were starting to become infected. He actually looked better fed now than he did when he was in the arena excluding his back. Courtesy of his master thievery skills. He did have secret his former master and mistress didn't know about. He'd made sure to keep it that way. "So, now to start plotting my revenge." He said, the spectral form of his summoned beast sniffing the air as he extruded a barrier of Void and Lightning magic that would prevent people from approaching him without him knowing, "That bitch and her little skin are going to die." Click to expand... Kate was alarmed not seeing anything but an empty cage. The guard summoned all the guards they spread out. Kate smelled the stench of blood, sinew and rotten vegetables. She looked up as it was instinctive of her brother to hide above her head. The mage saw the beast and made no noise, She instead sat on a stool in back of the animal pens away from prying eyes. "You can come down now. I am Lady Katherine and you belonged to Elora. I am not calling the guards, and I am not going to beg you to come with me. Furthermore, I am a healer mage if you are hurt. Furthermore, I do not know you freed yourself no do I care. Furthermore, I can offer you a hot meal, soft bed, and freedom. Furthermore, I will turn 18 next month and can on my own accord take you before the magistrate, and he can free you. Kate sat still and folded her hands in her lap. She looked down at her hands. She did not want to appear threatening. Click to expand... He materialized on top of his cage, gun blade on leaning on his shoulder as he was dressed as a guard. He'd learned an invisibility spell from Maloney's spell books a while back so he'd used it just before now. Shrugging, he hopped off the cage and approached the new person with measured but near silent foot falls before putting the blade of his weapon to her throat. Trust wasn't something he was high on at the moment. She'd have to earn his trust." Fine, first things first, my back could use some attention as it's becoming infected from whip lashes." He said coldly, electricity crackling along his weapon's blade as it hover less than a centimeter from where her pulse was, "After that, I'm on my way back to where I came from so Maloney and her little Skin can taste my blade personally. Until I'm ready to do so, you have my blade for protection." Cypherxk2 said: ladykate432017 said: Cypherxk2 said: He was sitting on top of the cage, collar off and his gun blade in hand, when he heard someone coming. They may have taken his weapon and armor, but he could recall them at any time. Also, once he'd gotten the collar off and opened the cage with the keys he'd stolen from his soon-to-be dead master for the last time, the warehouse workers who had tormented him around the animal pens were nowhere to be found. Summoned beasts needed to eat as well after all. It was how they became stronger His injuries were healing at an accelerated rate, the only scars he had from before were the whip lashes on his back which were starting to become infected. He actually looked better fed now than he did when he was in the arena excluding his back. Courtesy of his master thievery skills. He did have secret his former master and mistress didn't know about. He'd made sure to keep it that way. "So, now to start plotting my revenge." He said, the spectral form of his summoned beast sniffing the air as he extruded a barrier of Void and Lightning magic that would prevent people from approaching him without him knowing, "That bitch and her little skin are going to die." Click to expand... Kate was alarmed not seeing anything but an empty cage. The guard summoned all the guards they spread out. Kate smelled the stench of blood, sinew and rotten vegetables. She looked up as it was instinctive of her brother to hide above her head. The mage saw the beast and made no noise, She instead sat on a stool in back of the animal pens away from prying eyes. "You can come down now. I am Lady Katherine and you belonged to Elora. I am not calling the guards, and I am not going to beg you to come with me. Furthermore, I am a healer mage if you are hurt. Furthermore, I do not know you freed yourself no do I care. Furthermore, I can offer you a hot meal, soft bed, and freedom. Furthermore, I will turn 18 next month and can on my own accord take you before the magistrate, and he can free you. Kate sat still and folded her hands in her lap. She looked down at her hands. She did not want to appear threatening. Click to expand... He materialized on top of his cage, gun blade on leaning on his shoulder as he was dressed as a guard. He'd learned an invisibility spell from Maloney's spell books a while back so he'd used it just before now. Shrugging, he hopped off the cage and approached the new person with measured but near silent foot falls before putting the blade of his weapon to her throat. Trust wasn't something he was high on at the moment. She'd have to earn his trust. "Fine, first things first, my back could use some attention as it's becoming infected from whip lashes." He said coldly, electricity crackling along his weapon's blade as it hover less than a centimeter from where her pulse was, "After that, I'm on my way back to where I came from so Maloney and her little Skin can taste my blade personally. Until I'm ready to do so, you have my blade for protection." Click to expand... Kate thought she would be prepared to use a spell or her dagger. This being was too quick and she felt his anger and pain. “Take it …easy. I will …help …you. Just …let go I am no …threat promise. I …keep…my…promises. Only a fellow magic user and battle mage knows the maneuver. I want your trust. I allowed you to take me. Please let go. What is your name battle mage? Kate held his arm around her throat and a penetrating healing warmth penetrated his body. “Do not fear I just eased your pain. I only want to help. I do anything I can to help you. “I am sorry to be related to your MIS.former mistress. I never had a slave and my father free those that wish to have their freedom. It is illegal here. You are in Wildwood. My father’s carriage is just outside. I will tend to you there. I need to sneak you out. There is a mage robe with a hood in my satchel. Lean on me and I will help you out if this pig sty. Despite his poorly neglected injuries, he walked as though he was fine. He was a Dragon born human after all. He had a high endurance for pain which helped as he threw on a blood-red hooded cloak that was imbued with an invisibility spell to hide him from sight. His figure disappeared as he dispelled his gun blade. He wouldn't need it right now." Just lead the way, I'll follow you." He said, giving her a noticeable amount of respect by not gutting her right then and there, "You better not be lying, or you'll be joining my "former mistress" in a grave. You'll learn my name when I'm sure I can trust you." Cypherxk2 said: Despite his poorly neglected injuries, he walked as though he was fine. He was a Dragon born human after all. He had a high endurance for pain which helped as he threw on a blood-red hooded cloak that was imbued with an invisibility spell to hide him from sight. His figure disappeared as he dispelled his gun blade. He wouldn't need it right now. "Just lead the way, I'll follow you." He said, giving her a noticeable amount of respect by not gutting her right then and there, "You better not be lying, or you'll be joining my "former mistress" in a grave. You'll learn my name when I'm sure I can trust you." Click to expand... Kate looked back at him as he followed her. She waked past the guards and her father's driver stood beside a black carriage with gold building. "Thank you peel. My gift is beside you. He has not given his name and is cloaked. Thank you making a palate on the floor. He is wounded and neglected. Please Remove your robe and lay down my gift. I will tend to your back." As soon as the man enters peel waits for Kate before closing the door. "Gift, that was Peel my father's driver. He is strong for his 52 years and is an ex battle mage. You will learn he can be trusted, and I would behoove you to make him a friend rather than an enemy. He is very close to Papa. "Your wounds are angry looking. I promise this serum will ease your pain and you will feel a euphoric rush. I will give you a full dose and taper off for three days. This stuff is highly addictable, and I don't want you hooked. I am sorry this is going to hurt. I am not a mater mage yet. Furthermore, I am top of my class. Just so you know I know my craft "Kate reached into her satchel and removed a case with a needle and syringe. She filled the needle with a clear liquid and placed her had over a lightly bruised hip. "Bite the blanket this will hurt. I gave you MANA to help you relax. Do not fight this or use you magic. Your safe now my gift. Give into the medicine let me know when you're ready to tend to you. Tap the blanket. You'll be awake and feel very relaxed. You won't be able to pick up a sword or walk. Furthermore, you will feel so euphoric you will not care what I do to. I need you believe me. I will not take advantage nor harm you." Kate's MANA is a healing energy that slowly heals and warms his body. She waits for his signal before injecting him. He removed his cloak long enough to throw away the tunic before putting the cloak back on. The part that covered his back and torso remained over his head as he shrugged in indifference, the air becoming think with malice as his Summoned beast made itself known to her and the driver. It was telling her that treachery would be met with a brutal demise if any harm came to him. His summoned beast was clearly not happy with his treatment and would destroy everything if it was allowed. Thankfully, he didn't allow that." Do whatever you want, just know that my dragon friend in the wings will eat you if you're perceived as a threat." He grunted, going to sleep as he felt the scabs on his back break open and leak blood and pus. Cypherxk2 said: He removed his cloak long enough to throw away the tunic before putting the cloak back on. The part that covered his back and torso remained over his head as he shrugged in indifference, the air becoming think with malice as his Summoned beast made itself known to her and the driver. It was telling her that treachery would be met with a brutal demise if any harm came to him. His summoned beast was clearly not happy with his treatment and would destroy everything if it was allowed. Thankfully, he didn't allow that. "Do whatever you want, just know that my dragon friend in the wings will eat you if you're perceived as a threat." He grunted, going to sleep as he felt the scabs on his back break open and leak blood and pus. Click to expand... Kate saw his dragon and bowed to it. "May I tent to your friend? Come with us. I am sure we can accommodate a place for you? It is possible you can take a smaller form. We are going by carriage, and you may ride with me or in the driver seat with Peel, my father's driver. I will do my best to ease his pain. He wounds are festered. I cannot guarantee he will be pain fee. I do not want to harm only heal. She waited for the dragon to give a nod. The dragon became the size of a small dragon and sat in the carriage beside his friend. She administered the shot and removed from her satchel, healing salves, potions, a silk cloth, and bandages. Kate placed the silk cloth over his entire back. She saturated the cloth by pouring healing potion. I know is cold and hurts." The mage placed her hand on his left forearm and rubbed it lightly. "Cry out if you need to. There is no shame. Not now. I command it and you may cry." Kate waited 20 minutes before removing the cloth. All the infection was soaked up by the cloth and Kate threw it out the carriage door window. Next she covered the lashes with salve by hand. "Sorry to hurt you my gift. Kate looked to see if he was crying. You will be able to tolerate a bath by the time we get home in an hour." Kate petted the dragon's talon when she was done. "Your friend is very brave. He will have slight scars, and he will live." The dragon snorted curtly, ignoring the notion of laying open the top of the woman's hand for touching it even as it moved to lay by Alas tor's head. It knew he would live, it was his summoned beast given a physical form by his will. Its life was tied to his. Furthermore, it could die and be reborn if he lived, but die permanently if he perished as well. Any mage who recognized a Summoned Beast would know that. It discreetly vanished from sight until its master called for it again._______________((Past life of when he was a disavowed and dethroned Prince of the Eidolon Prime Empire during it's fall a millennium before the RP. Royal status didn't mean much at that point He was chained up to a wall rack, a female servant giving him a blowjob that was beyond divine if he were actually into it. All he was really feeling was the desire to die. But the royal beast within denied him that luxury. He knew of no real reason as to why the female servant was doing her current business beyond the wild notion she was trying to impregnate herself with his seed. Which was impossible since he was born sterile. 'Come, of great Reaper, claim my soul in your next great culling' He called forcefully in his mind, already sensing the coming whips on his flesh as the female servant got a face full of his seed." Grrrugh.... Goddamn that dream again....." Alas tor growled, waking just an hour after he dozed off and bolting to one knee as the scabs on his back were ripped open. Kate was sitting in a chair beside a four-poster bead. The young man has been cleaned, his hair washed, and he was dressed in a blue and white silk night shirt. The room he was in was filled with antiques a writing desk was beside the door that was cracked open, two mahogany night tables flanked the queen size bed. The bed was covered by white fine cotton sheets a thin blue blanket and a brown silk and satin comforter. A roasting fire danced in the fireplace. The curtains were pulled to across the room from him. An armor and dresser stood to his left flanking a door to an open privy. He could see a claw footed porcelain tub. The mage wore a blue skirt, white blouse, and matching vest all in satin and linen. She wore her auburn hair in a single braid and her green eyes sparkled like emeralds as she stood up when he did. Her hands dropped by her side and she shut the book and placed it on the night stand. She knew he would be disoriented as she stood before him."Oh, gad. Your up." She made a cautious step and held arms toward him. "Easy there. Sit back down slowly. Your back. Ann brought you some food a few minutes ago. Your in my home. No one will bother you. Your safe now." Kate knew he would be in world of hurt. In is directive state he may not remember her. She wanted to touch him but resisted. "Oh you..... Looks like my dragon didn't decide to eat you...." Alas tor said, not even noticing or just not caring about the pain in his back as he moved off the bed and stood up, "Back feels like it had blades dug into it, but that's about normal all things considered....." His gun blade materialized in his right hand as Void magic concentrated on his back, absorbing the blood that was slowly pouring down his back and furthering what she did before. He was slightly disoriented but not enough to really be noticed unless you were actively looking. Benefit of being a pit fighter, he was glad for that much. Still, he was feeling that urge to move again. That meant it was exploration time." Sorry, I don't do well sitting on one spot for long." He sighed, walking out onto the high balcony and hopping up to crouch on the railing, "I'm nomadic by nature, so I constantly gotta be moving." It was a lovely sunny day. Snow had fallen several inches overnight night and there was a bitter wind. Kate grabbed a blanket off the foot rail and threw it over her shoulders. Then followed him outside. She knew he wanted fresh air. "Your free to go where you like. I would like for you to keep to the grounds of the manor, least until you well enough to explore. I will take you into town to buy clothes. Furthermore, I am not used to having a slave. Papa is the one who keeps slaves a while and acclimates them to where they are ready to work and live on their own. Speaking of Papa. He will not be here for at least a week. He is on official duty. The servants are paid, but they chose to serve my father. Pit fighting is outlawed. When I think you are ready, you may resume training. Do not worry Ann's cooking will have you back to health. Please do not stay outside long I do not want you sick. See this time as a holiday and rest, if possible. I will see that you keep active. This is not the time to push yourself. Come inside and eat. When your back is scabbed over you may wonder the house freely. Let me see to your back I do not want you to suffer. I know your used to pain. I can feel yours, and I am not accustom to it." Kate awaited for him to return. I may be a bit small to you, and you do not want to obey me. Right now you are my gift as only Papa can free you. I am not of age yet. I am a healer mage and as your physician I am asking that you get in bed on your stomach and let me look at your back. You are my gift and as I said I take care of what belongs to me. I do not want to worry with you creating more work for me. I know you not used to being coddled. Once Papa returns, I will not get this chance again. He will put you to work getting ready for the Winter fest Ball in a few weeks." He shrugged, knowing that there was almost no way in hell that he would rest in one place unless she drugged him. Which wasn't likely to work as Void magic negated almost all the effects of known drugs in the world. Something not many people knew. Either way, he'd come back when he was ready. She wouldn't have to worry.... too much.__________He returned a few hours later, freshly dressed and looking like he'd showered. Having a few new bumps and bruises on his arms and legs, he felt significantly better than he did when he disappeared. The same couldn't be said about some of the guards, but he didn't care. Never did when fighting in the pits. Wasn't his place to." Hey, notify our host that I'm back." He said, laying down as his summoned beast returned to his side with the appearance of an overlarge iguana, "I'm taking a nap again." Kate left him after he did not fallow her. She thought he wants time by himself. After an hour Ann knocked lightly, "Dear are you awake? I have your lunch. May I come in?" Kate had followed Ann and was behind me. "I am here too. Are you feeling better?" "A bit better, worked out some stiffness. Also, why would I have any say about if you can come in or not." He said, sitting up and covering himself with a magic rune lined cloak he won off a mage who got egotistical about his magics, "You have more right to this place than I do." He wasn't entirely wrong, but being what'surname's slave gave him more freedom than most. Or so he figured since he had yet to see a bullwhip or feel a directed magic attack against him. Still, his mental defenses were up and a lot stronger than they were before. He wasn't going to have himself be crippled like before plus his summoned beast added a triple layer of mental barriers to his enhanced one. Not much was getting through that without help." So, what's on tap right now?" He asked, stretching slightly so that his spine popped rapidly. Ann waked in she gave Alison a warm smile, "Dear, I hope you're hungry. If you want more just pull the ribbon beside your bed. Did you learn table manners? Dear. If not I will teach you. You're a proper gentleman now. Ya soon will be." Kate chuckled, "Give him time Ann. He just arrived, and I will give him a few days to get acclimated. He does not even understand our customs. Now that your awake and by now see that I will not harm you, may I have you given name or is there a name you Perrier me to call you?" Kate pulled up her desk chair and sat beside him. Ann sat on his bed at his side holding a bowl of stew. "Do ya want me to feed ya or are ya able to feed yourself?" Ann saw the iguana peer out from under the covers flicking his tongue at her. Ann hopped off the bed and gad to catch the bowl, "Heavens. What? Is that a lizard? Where did it come from?" Kate broke out laughing. "Sorry, Ann I forgot to tell you. He has a familiar dragon. It was a dragon. I was taught about such creatures but never saw on shift shape. What is its name?" "Dunno, but I think it's a She." He said, patting the oversized Iguana before taking the bowl from the maid whom he hadn't bothered to catch the name of, "And She doesn't like either of you at the moment. I get the sense Her name is Sofia, but I'm not going to ask." He ignored whatshername's question, as what he said before about his name still stood. The mirror nearby broke, the image of a phoenix in flight burned into the wood of the vanity beneath it as he regarded both the mage and maid while eating with surprisingly good table manners for someone whom spend most of their life in a hellhole. His eyes made it clear he held more magic in him than most realized. The release of it would be very bad to those around him." My mother beat a lot of things into me before she disappeared. Eating was one of them." He pointed out, flicking a piece of beef Sofia's way to watch it get snapped out of the air mid-blink, "I'm well verse in most royal pleasantries even though I don't partake in them."

Saving each other from Hell [me and ladykate432017]|rating:3.0

On the Brink of War (IC_AH_Dieselpunk_Open)

On the Brink of War (IC/AH/Diesel punk/Open)Created in collaboration with The New Byzantine II Also a DJTRPG? production Important LinksOOCMapArchiveCo-Op's: The New Byzantine II Mapmaker: Me!" The entire European continent seems to be unmistakably headed on a collision course towards a second Great War." It is the Year of Our Lord 1939, and the world is close to the brink of war. Tensions continue to mount between the two main alliances, yet the scars of the so-called Dirty War still remain etched into the European conscience. Twenty-two years ago, the Central Powers emerged as the victors of the Great War, using their superior diesel punk technology and massive industrial capacity to deal a crushing blow to the French-Russian alliance. The cause of that victory finds its roots in the Diesel Revolution, which spread across the world, and following German unification in 1871, the new Empire soon found itself to be at the very center of the Revolution. Fearing this new unified Germany, France, Russia and Britain soon found themselves increasingly aligned against a powerful Germany. However, diesel punk technology wasn't as widely used as in the Entente militaries, while those of Triple Alliance, later to be called the Central Powers, invested in diesel punk, producing a wide array of machines and vehicles, who would soon prove decisive in the upcoming war in Europe. In 1914, the Austrian-Hungarian Archduke Franz Ferdinand was killed by a member of the terrorist Black Hand organization; the assassination would set off a chain of events, and soon the entire continent of Europe found itself plunged into a war, which would change the history of war forever. Germany, seeking to knock the French out of the war first before turning against Russia, mobilized their forces and attacked the bulk of French forces from Alsace-Lorraine, rather than through Belgium. Britain, not wanting to join without an acceptable casus belli, and with no violation of the Treaty of London, remained neutral, as German forces, with a wide array of diesel punk technology, managed to smash through the entrenched French forces, much to the surprise of their military leadership. Making a beeline for Paris, the German military advanced towards the French capital, facing only weakened resistance, with the main bulk of their forces having been destroyed in the initial German offensive. With the French seemingly beaten, Italy joined the war on the side of the Central Powers, and their forces flooded into Southern France. While the French intended to conscript and mobilize more troops to counter and push back the Germans, they were not given the chance to, and a massive fleet of zeppelins dropped elite German commandos and tanks on the French capital, having used the initial invasion as a diversion. In a matter of days, the entire French government who weren't able to flee lay dead in the streets of Paris, and with this, Paris was now in German hands, and France lay at the mercy of the German armies. Facing no British nor Russian help, and with a battered and demoralized army, as well as their capital in enemy hands, the French had no choice to surrender. As the Germans invaded France, Austria-Hungary launched an invasion of Serbia; despite their technology advantage, however, fierce Serbian resistance coupled with the incompetence of Austria-Hungarian commanders lead to several minor defeats on the part of the Austria-Hungarian military. However, the fate of Serbia was sealed with a Bulgarian entrance to the war. Meanwhile, facing widespread public support for the Entente and agreements from the French to give Romania more land, Romania joined the war on the side of the Entente, which would prove to be a big mistake. With the defeat of the French by late-1914, the Russians had been caught by surprise, and despite being able to make gains in their invasion of East Prussia, they were caught totally unprepared when German forces, turning around after their victory in France, inflicted a smashing defeat against Russian forces at the Battle of Brandenburg, shattering Russian morale and completely pushing them out of East Prussia. The Ottoman Empire, wanting to restore their former respect and prestige, soon capitalized on the defeat at Brandenburg, and within a matter of days their soldiers were flooding into the Caucasus. German forces proceeded to advance into Russia, and despite the defeat of their stronger ally, France, the Russian leadership still hoped to win the war by persuading Britain to join; neither country wanted German hegemony over Europe, but staunch opposition to joining the war without a valid casus belli was able to stop British entry. Romania, expecting Russian support, found itself invaded by both Austria-Hungary and Bulgaria, and while the Russians did send some aid and support, they were mainly focused towards stalling the German and Ottoman advance; however, by mid-1915 it was clear that the Russians were unable to, and with the defeat of Romania, Russia remained virtually isolated against the sheer might and power of the Central Powers. With no prospects of British entry into the war to the aid of the beleaguered Russia, the Tsar would sue for peace in July 1915, and peace talks would be held, to determine the future borders of Europe. As the various powers convened at the peace table, multiple treaties were drawn up to deal with each of the defeated countries. The Treaty of Toulouse would finally end the war with France, as the humiliated Great Power was forced to sign it, resulting in parts of Northeastern France being placed under German military occupation, Corsica, Nice, and Savoy being ceded to Italy, and the creation of a new North African state comprising Algeria and Tunisia. Despite the constant grumbling of the French delegates, with their military in tatters and the government virtually gone, they had no choice but to go along with the Treaty. A separate one, called the Treaty of Warsaw, would finally resolve the conflict on the Eastern Front, as several states were carved out of former Russian territories in Eastern Europe, and parts of the Russian Empire, including Georgia and Azerbaijan, were ceded to the Ottoman Empire. Separate treaties would carve new borders in the Balkans, as Austria-Hungary and Bulgaria split Serbia and a joint Austin-Hungarian-Bulgarian puppet state was propped up in Romania, which was forced to cede Southern Debra and parts of Northern Debra to Bulgaria. The British Empire, not glad to see a rapid German victory and dominance over continental Europe, stepped in, attempted to use their influence as the world's strongest naval power and empire to prevent harsher terms to be imposed on the Entente, achieving some success. However, despite attempts at stalling and Britain's constant presence in the negotiations, the delegates and representatives of the defeated Entente eventually would sign the treaties by 1916, with their only alternative being a continued war with the Central Powers, a choice which would only bring more damage to their empires With the conclusion of the Great War, the Central Powers emerged as some of the strongest nations in Europe, but the short war would have massive effects on war and technology, as countries rushed to study this new diesel punk technology, which had been able to achieve stunning victories over France and Russia, two vast empires that had been defeated. Britain and Japan were the quickest to incorporate modern diesel punk technology, followed by France, Russia, and the US in the 1920s. In the aftermath of the Great War, the victors of the war, mainly Germany, boomed, as the defeated powers were forced to pay reparations. German markets dominated continental Europe, and given their military prowess, it seemed that no one - except the British - could defy the Germans. Despite this post-war prosperity, there were post-war problems as well, especially in some of the Central Power countries, namely Austria-Hungary, who still faced the problem of ethnic tensions between minority groups within their Empire. By the 1920s, the whole system and balance in Europe were showing cracks, as France and Russia recovered from the war and revanchist sentiments resurfaced in those countries. Acquiring diesel punk technology from the British, who viewed France and Russia as a balance to Germany and the rest of the Central Powers, they improved their militaries. However, France, after having been dealt two defeats by the Germans, was nevertheless cautious about its policy towards Germany, and sought to gain more allies against them, namely the British Empire. With the British not wanting to see another rapid Central Powers victory, and the threat of the German High Seas Fleet in mind, the Empire became increasingly aligned towards the French and the Russians. In 1928, the world was hit by a global recession, and this signaled the end of the rampant post-war prosperity of the Central Powers. Despite this, most countries were able to recover by the early 1930s, when tensions began to rise in Europe following the signing of a 'defensive' treaty called the Paris-Moscow Pact, or simply just the Pact. The Central Powers took this as a sign of rising French and Russian power and influence, and sought to rein in their puppet states as well as seeking new allies to counterbalance this rising power and influence, which, if left unattended to, could post a serious threat to the Central Power's current dominance in Central, Eastern, and Southern Europe. As this happened, nations such as the United States of America remained largely isolationist outside what was happening in the Americas, although they did incorporate diesel punk technology into their military. A nation with gigantic industrial and military potential, it is not yet certain what side they will take in a potential war between the Pact and the CP's. In East Asia, Japan, a backwards feudal country prior to the Meiji Restoration, has risen to a prominent status, although they are still not viewed as equals to the Europeans. They continue to seek to expand their empire and influence in order to be seen as on par with the European powers. In Africa, the few remaining independent countries sought to preserve their sovereignty from the various colonial powers, often aligning with some of them in order to do this. By the mid-1930s, tensions remained frosty between the Central Powers and the Pact, and although no military action has been taken, mainly as a result of Pact cautiousness in regard to their approach towards the Central Powers, war still seems inevitable by many. As the world seems to be headed towards a collision course towards a second Great War, it is up to you to lead your nation - will you lead it to victory and prosperity, or will it crumble, unable to bear the strain? You decide. RulesNo god modding/metagaming, of course. Don't be rude/disrespect other players. Seriously. Be realistic; don't automatically know your enemy's movements and deployments. I'm a bit conflicted in regard to the diesel punk technology, and how much of it I should allow; you should bring any inventions/ideas to me before using it in the IC. There will be tanks, zeppelins, "walkers" (basically techs), etc. The OP and Co-Ops word is law, but I reserve the right to overrule the Co-Op if it becomes necessary. No one-liners, even if it's a meeting. At the very least, you should have a paragraph of 3–4 sentences. Don't argue in the IOC if it does not pertain to the plot or IC. If you must, bring it over to TG. There are allowances for alternate history in other nations besides those directly affected by the events in this ATL, and if you aren't sure if I'll accept it, ask a Co-Op or better yet, the OP. I'll tell you if it's allowed or not. Jean III, King of the Frenchie was January 1st 1939, normally a Sunday like others. The New Year Festivities had taken place earlier at night, and in any other case the people would slowly adapt to the reality of day-to-day life. This however, was no normal Sunday. For the King of the French would today be crowned at the Notre-Dame de Reims, the first such coronation to take place after Charles X had been crowned King in 1825. The Regency Council headed by the Chief of Staff of the Royal Armed Forces had previously dissolved itself at the request of Prime Minister Petain a few days earlier, and the nominal King of the French, Jean III, had returned to France from exile in Liechtenstein. The hastily prepared coronation ceremony had been altered significantly. Despite the Prime Minister arguing for a grandiose ceremony, the King had insisted on a simple and elegant ceremony, that would be followed by a joyous entry in Paris. It was under these circumstances that the fateful day begun, the Royal Carriage carrying the King from the Palace of Tau to the Notre-Dame of Reims, crowds of jubilant people waiting around the streets and near the Cathedral. Ever since the Civil War in 1920, the country had been ruled under the authoritarian rule of Petain and his Regency Council, who although had guided France well, did little in regard to foreign policy and protecting French interests. Although nominally King since 1926, Jean had not been allowed to return to France in fear of agitating the dormant syndicalist and Bolshevik movement. However, the time was finally considered ripe to allow the King of the French to assume control his throne and guide France and her people. Finally, the Royal Carriage stopped in front of the Cathedral, the crowns standing around the Gate waving flags and chanting in favor of the King. As the Royal Guard, Jean stepped outside, wearing the white robes entrusted to him by the Archbishop of Reims, and begun the ceremonial entry into the Cathedral, a Royal Guard and a Priest ahead of him, ceremonially announcing the entry of the King to be crowned. With the King's entry, the hymned Creator Spiritual sang, which escorted the King and the Archbishop of Reims all the way to the altar, where the Bishops and Priests waited to begin the formal coronation. With the hymn finished, the Bishop pointed a reconstructed version of the Main de Justice towards the King, and asked him to a swear an oath to forever uphold and protect the Catholic faith. As the King responded 'I solemnly swear', the Bishops rotated to other positions, and the Hand of Justice was handed over to the King. Next came a monk from the Abbey of Saint-Remi, asking from the King to swear an oath to protect the Kingdom from heretics and infidels, a traditional part of the oath since the 13th century. As the King responded 'I solemnly swear', the Bishops and monks rotated once again, and theSceptrewas handed over to the King. Finally, the King knelt, for the final part of the ceremony had come. As two monks chanted the Litany, the Archbishop of Reims approached the King with the Royal Crown. As he looked down at the kneeling King, the Archbishop begun chanting the formal prayer, anointing the King in three places, in the name of God, and finally placing the Crown upon him, proclaiming the following;'Let thy hand be strengthened and your right hand exalted. Let justice and judgment be the preparation of thy Seat and mercy and truth go before thy face. Stand fast and hold firm the place, guard and uplift the church of the whole kingdom, and the people belonging thereto, may you administer with nuisance and right royally the rule of Thy power against all enemies visible and invisible, may you not abandon your rights over the kingdoms of the Franks, the Burgundians, and of Aquitania, but aided by Thee inspire them with their sometime loyalty so that made glad by the fidelity of all your people, and provided with the helmet of Thy protection, and ever guarded with the invincible buckler, and compassed about with the celestial armies, you may happily triumph over his enemies, cause the infidel to fear his power, and with joy bring peace to those who fight under Thy banner.' Finally, the King standing up, holding the Scepter in his right hand, the Hand of Justice in his left one, and wearing the Royal Crown, is anointed by all the bishops, priests and monks presents. Finally, Jean's white robe was removed, to be replaced a blue one, with a thousand fleur-de-lis, and walks towards the ceremonial throne, where he sits, in order to be carried by the priests, bishops and monks back into his carriage, officially the King of the French. As the King atop the ceremonial throne was carried outside the Cathedral with the crowds cheering the name, a new era had come for France.90 years, 10 months, 8 days after the last Orleanist king had been forced to abdicate, the King of the French had returned once again in his homeland. North Madrid, Capital District, Federation of Iberia:King Alfonso XIII, King of Spain and Portugal-Galicia, Emir of Granada, Prince of Catalonia and Basque, Royal Overseer of the Portuguese, Catalonia, and Spanish colonies, read over the reports with worry. France had finally crowned its new King, the first in over 90 years. He realized that France could go after it's a former colony, the Maghreb's, in an effort to regain the extent of their former colonial empire. He had no qualms with France, and quite liked the French women, but Iberia was partial to the Maghreb's, as they had control over a former Spanish colony that he very much wanted back. Furthermore, he was so very close to negotiating a deal with the Maghreb's, and if France invaded and mucked up the whole deal, there would be hell to pay. Furthermore, he had to ensure the France wouldn't try to touch the Maghreb's, and the only way to do that was an alliance with the Maghreb's. Furthermore, he sighed as he realized that even the prospect of an alliance wasn't enough to convince the Maghreb's to give back Spanish Morocco, and he would have to negotiate a larger deal. Perhaps a trade pact, maybe a combined research division and helping the military of the Maghreb's. Whatever was necessary, he thought. He began to draft a letter that could bring Iberia to war with its only land neighbor. To the Government of the Maghreb Union of Algeria, Morocco, and Tunisia, Iberia and His Majesty King Alfonso XIII would like to negotiate a deal with the Maghreb Union, which would be primarily to resolve the issue of North Morocco, and to help protect the Maghreb's from the French, who may seek to reclaim said nation. His Majesty proposes nothing less than a defensive and trade pact between our two nations, to help protect the Maghreb's from the French, and to eliminate trade barriers between our geographically close nations. Flexible parts of the deal include Iberian assistance with the Maghreb Armed Forces, and a joint research division to help both of our nations fare better technologically. In return for all this, Inertia would humbly ask for the return of the former Spanish Morocco to its rightful owner. It would be returned to the Granada, fellow Arabian Muslims, and would be in the utmost care under the Iberian Monarchy. The Maghreb's may even still have a say in its matter, if they wish. If more is required to convince you, I would be glad to negotiate further terms. Signed on this day, January 3rd, of the year of 1939, by His Majesty, Alfonso XIII, King of Spain and Portugal-Galicia, Emir of Granada, Prince of Catalonia and Basque, Royal Overseer of the Portuguese, Catalonia, and Spanish Colonies. Reserve Post. On the Streets of Nice Nice Province, United People's Republic of Italy January 4th, 1939Mid-dayThere was a chill in the air. It was not the cold Mediterranean winter, nor the southerly wind sweeping off the Alps, not even the light flurries that drifted daintily from the heavens above. No, none of this was why every man, woman and child in the city of Nice could not keep the fragile hairs of the neck from standing at attention like razor-sharp bayonets fixed and ready for battle. Perhaps it was the dissipation of the plumes of fire and smoke that had engulfed portions of the city over the last seventy-two hours, or the fact that as time went on, the blood coating the streets had slowly lost the heat of life. Yet, even more likely was the barrels of the Italian soldiers that had opened fire on crowds of French-speaking rioters days before had finally ceased, and the entire city was holding its breath to see what would happen next. The coronation and glorious return of the French monarchy three days prior had set the streets of Nice ablaze with cheers and parading Frenchmen and women that still remained in the city, which so disastrously would coincide with the enactment of an Italian law extending the eviction process of French citizens in Nice, in an attempt to re-settle Italians within the city to fully secure the conquest within Italia's grasp. Soldiers began entering homes, to find them empty as the French population of the city was celebrating in the streets. Festivities quickly gave way to violence, as patriotic fever gripped the crowds. Nobody could say for certain which side fired the first shot, but it was the Italians that mercilessly pressed the assault. The casualties stood at nearly 2,000 French-speaking citizens, eight-hundred of which were fatal. A measly thirteen Italians suffered minor injuries as a result of the clashes with soldiers. The city was now tame, as the defeated French were rounded up and marched from the city under armed escort, to specially-erected camps outside the city limits as temporary housing. They were provided shelter, food, and the possibility for work under the Italian government, as an example to the world that Socialism in Italy left no one behind. At the same time this was occurring, the Italian Parliament met to finalize the wordings for a communiqué to the French in response to the return of monarchism to one of its neighbors. OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUÉ OF THE UNITED PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF Italy: the Nations of the World It greatly saddens the people of Italy, who have shirked the chains of monarchism and the rule of the few, to see such regression in the recent coronation of Jean III of France--especially such acts coming from a nation with a proud heritage of fighting for the rule of the people. We hope that the defense of democracy and the rights of all men and women remain sacred, and do not fall victim to the old ways. May the workers of France safeguard their inherent rights as children of this earth, and may reason prevail. Porta Venezia, Milan January 5th, 1939AfternoonThe room was quiet, despite the congregation that had the room nearly to capacity. The men gathered, many of them smoking, all bore the gleaming-red pin of the Italian Communist Party. Each eagerly awaited for another to speak, for someone to shatter the tension in the air that was gathering like storm-clouds. But each one knew better than to do so. To the great relief of every bated breath, the sounds as simple as the turning of a doorknob brought waves of relief to those waiting. As the door swung (somehow noiselessly) open, the figure of Palmiro Togliatti strode in to the room, followed by several attendants. One man stood to greet the Secretary of the party, but was run over before any such greeting could be extended. "I apologize for my delays, comrades. These fucking trains are always late." A wave of nervous laughter broke the tension, albeit only for a moment. "Let us begin." Palmiro assumed his position at the head of the oaken table, pushing the chair aside and standing above his peers. "I'm sure you've all read the declawed remarks of Parliament to the French." He reached in to a briefcase an attendant placed on the table, pulling the communiqué from its interior. He clutched the paper in his fist, raising it above his head for a moment before letting it drift to the floor. "This is what our proud revolution has come to. The occasional tut-tut as our fellow workers from around the globe are driven deeper in to filth, and now--now the shackles have returned from the closet, and believe me, friends--they will not remain unused for long." He paused, reaching in to his pocket and drawing forth a small pin, not unlike the ones adorning the breasts of every man in attendance. He played with it in his hand, as he began pacing the room. "A sign of the times. Governments fall, and governments rise--but Kings fall and never return. Such is the lesson that history has taught us. When dead apparitions of past horrors return from the grave, you must be ready for war. Mark my words, comrades--this is a sign. A sign of trouble, no less. And when the Revolution we have all fought with our blood--our lives--becomes endangered, you must be ready to answer the call. And so I say, it is time. We have collectively won the battle for Italy, but our brothers in Rome show us every day they lack the will to see it through. And thus this burden falls now to us." Palmiro raised the small pin, showing it to the crowd gathered before him. It appeared to be a crossed hammer and sickle, a common symbol in Communist ideology. But upon closer inspection, the hammer is replaced with that of a rifle. "Mussolini once had a military wing of his cursed party--Blackshirts, they called them. I'm sure you all remember." A murmur of agreement rippled through the congregation. Palmiro lowered the pin, and held it in his palm, pausing for a moment. He looked now not at those gathered, but at the small rifle in the pin. "And now, we shall have ours."NATIONAL EVENTS French patriots rioted in the city of Nice, and were suppressed by Italian soldiers. Eviction of French-speaking citizens from the city continues. The Italian Communist Party declared the formation of the Vanguard wing of its party, composing of paramilitary soldiers loyal to the PCI. London, United Kingdoms January 1939His Majesty King George VI was leading the Household Cavalry in a New Year's parade through the streets of London to celebrate a new year for the British Empire. With fireworks going off in the sky and the troops marching through, it was a brilliant night for London. The PM met the King as they troops finished their march at 10 Downing Street; the Prime Minister's residence. They walked inside and went into the PM's office." I take it you sent a delegate to the French King's coronation?" The PM asked George." Yes, I sent my brother Edward. I hope the French appreciate me sending him" George replied"Indeed sir, but on another note, I believe that we should begin production of the Centurion Armored Vehicle immediately." The PM said"Very well, we shall build 30 to begin with and do field-testing to see if we should build more. But keep the research up on Operation MAFIA" The King said. "How are the colonies these days?"" Well since we made our rule of India more direct, Indian nationalism has subsided however regional nationalism has increased, but because the goals of some regions are in conflict with neighboring ones, it has nowhere near the same strength or potential strength as Indian nationalism." The PM Commented "Hong Kong is going well, and with our ongoing friendship with Japan, we have an ally in the region of amazing capabilities. Egypt is going well, and with control of Gibraltar and the Suez Canal, Britannia still rules the waves."" Brilliant. If that is all Prime Minister, I wish you well and will get in touch with you soon." the King replied as he left.Meanwhile, at Portsmouth The Royal Navy's Fleet of Dreadnoughts built in the late-1930s had some of the biggest guns and armor of any ship ever to set sail, but were some of the slowest. To compliment this was a fleet of faster Destroyers whose guns replicated those of the battleships of the time of the Great War in caliber, yet were quicker than those ships. The fleet was the biggest and best in the world with none to compare. Britannia rules the waves still, and will forever more. Greater Japanese Empire大日本帝國Dai Nippon TeikokuChapter 1 - Sunrise Theme: "Bushido"Tokyo, Honshu January 6th, 1939"Furthermore, it is my most firm of beliefs that if our Empire is to rise, others must fall!" Loki Hi rota boomed during the session of the Imperial Diet. "The Europeans must be pushed out of Asia at any and all costs, so that we may take our rightful place as hegemony of both Asia and the World!" he added, to a surprisingly large nod of agreement from the House. Prime Minister Sachs Yamaguchi then spoke. "It is indeed no false truth that Japan is to rise to the status of an Imperial powerhouse." he said "Yet we should not act with such an openly bellicose voice towards our neighbors! We must recognize the fact that if we are to become the largest power in the East, we must overcome to issues; China and Europe. The former likely wants to see us dead, and the latter has 'commercial interests' in the region. I do believe, however, that we can outfox the dogs of Europe... they are already gnawing at each other's feet, awkwardly standing over a gradually growing tinderbox; we need not do more than throw a match to let the flames begin." he exclaimed, to a cheer. The session of the Imperial Diet came to an end, then, after a day-long debate. Yamaguchi knew that war with any of the Imperial powers was damn-near suicide without British support, yet he had a few plans to destabilize the European grip on Asia and establish Japanese influence across the region. The first was the rectification of relations with the dragon to the west, for it was no use to have the two Great Powers of Asia fight each other when there were much more pressing concerns to be had. The second plan was to support, arm and recognize independence movements in every non-British European colony in Asia. Through this, Japanese influence could spread throughout Asia and the European powers would lose their grasp on the continent; the elephants in the room in this regard were the American Philippines and the Dutch East Indies. Somewhere on the Serb-Albanian border Serbian Kosovo January 15th, 1939Midnight"This coffee tastes like shit," Paul barked, as he set the small tin cup aside. "I've had better Joe brewed with piss than this."" I'm not your fucking mother, what do you want from me?" Quipped Gregory. "Make your own coffee." The men chuckled, surrounded by trees in a wooded part of the Kosovo border. The dim fire was kept low, as to not alert anyone of their presence. In addition to Paul and Gregory, several other men joined them around the fire--totaling seven. Each expression was grim and downtrodden, despite the joviality displayed moments before. They had been encamping in the woods for hours, with little to kill time save for smoking the occasional cigarette and arguing--of which there was plenty." Join the Vanguard, they say, you will kill bourgeoisie scum for the glory of the Working man." Gregory turned his head, spitting violently. "They said nothing of freezing your ass off." One man struck a match, lighting a cigarette out of boredom than compulsion. Paul slipped a hand in to his pocket, drawing a watch. He leaned closer to the dying fire, using its last rays of light to gleam the hour from the small, tarnished watch. "It is time," he said. "Kill the fire. Grab weapons and ammo, and put out that damn cigarette," he said as he snatched the stick from the man's mouth. He took a deep drag, before throwing it into the embers. The men began trudging through the wood, until lights appeared in the distance. "There," one man whispered. "I see it, I'm not fucking blind," snapped Paul. He shook his head, before cocking the bolt of his Beretta Model 38. "Okay, we are here," he whispered looking around as the men entered the clearing. There were four houses, and several outer structures composed of wood and sheet metal. The men stopped, listening. Not a sound came from the houses. "You four, check the larger ones to the right. Two and two. You, make sure the stables are clear. Paul, you are with me." The men nodded, and set off for their targets. Paul slowly approached the first house to his left. It was a quaint little thing, just large enough for a second bedroom, if you did not mind sleeping next to the kitchen. He pounded the door with his fists, three times. Nothing. He sighed, and repeated the process. Again, no response "God dammit," he grunted, taking a step back. He began to raise his boot to smash in the lock, as he began to hear the tumblers turn as the man on the other side began to open the door. "Who is pounding on my door at this hour?" he called in Albanian. The door swung open, revealing the man on the other side. His face was of anger, sleep, annoyance, but all was wiped from the earth when the eyes met the machine-gun Paul was carrying. "No," he began to say, taking a small step backwards." Sorry, comrade. It is business, you understand." Paul aimed the barrel at the man's chest, and squeezed the trigger. Seven bullets jumped from the gun, as the man jerked first to his right, then left, before convulsing and falling to the floor. Dead. Gregory stepped over the body, entering the house. By this time, reports of gunshots were heard from the other houses. Paul entered the small house, looking around, carrying his weapon nonchalantly. A woman sprinted from a corner, hearing the gunfire, but could do nothing more than gasp before Gregory cut the woman down with his own Beretta. The men skulked around the house, seeing no signs of other life. The gunfire had settled from the other houses, and Paul gave a nod to Gregory, as the men began to exit the house. They joined the rest of their comrades, as one of them began to hand out cigarettes. "Alright, now all we have to do is plant the flag and be done with it." Paul reached into a pocket, drawing a tattered Serbian flag. He unfolded it, shaking the dust from the fabric. He turned, entering the house he had just committed violent murder, and was greeted by a strange sight. A small girl, no older than five, standing over her dead mother's corpse. She seemed to not understand what was happening--her childish brain could not process the outcome of two strange men entering her home. Paul himself was speechless--after all, how could they have missed a child? He closed his eyes for a moment, whispering a curse (or a prayer) under his breath. "The things I do for my country," he said, as he reached for the pistol hanging from his belt. PEOPLE'S NEWS AGENCY OF THE UNITED REPUBLICS OF ITALYJanuary 16th, 1939KOSOVO, SERBIA - Today, reports flooded in of a mass execution of ethnic Albanian villages and hamlets throughout the porous Serb-Albanian border. Two small villages were attacked by unknown assailants, who massacred innocents and slaughtered livestock. A third was burned to the ground, with the village's inhabitants herded in to the church--which was then set on fire, killing all inside. Each village had one common theme--tattered Serbian battle-flags believed to date back to the Great War were left at the scene of the crimes, along with scribbled notes stating "Serbia will rise again". After hearing such reports, the Albanian government announced that such acts were indefensible, and that immediate retaliation for the deaths of ethnic Albanians was necessary. Kosovo, a region populated by Albanian-speaking peoples, is currently divided into two parts: one administered by Albania, the other is a part of the Serbian state that was allowed moderate self-governance following the Great War. Tensions in the region have been high, with clashes between Albanians and Serbians not uncommon since Kosovo was partitioned, leaving thousands of Serbians under Albanian rule. Tirana has laid the blame for the attacks on Serbia's government, citing their incompetence to keep their citizens safe. They expressed fears of a potential ethnic clash leading to genocide of Albanian people, and placed its military on war-footing shortly after hearing wind of the attacks. The Italian Parliament held an emergency session just hours ago, condemning the attacks. The Italian Communist Party called for immediate action to protect the Albanian people, and in a rare event the Conservative factions formed a coalition with the PCI, agreeing to extend Italian support to Albania in its effort to repatriate its people in the Albanian state. Despite the coalition, Conservative and Communist ministers failed to gain a plurality, and was forced to bargain with the Socialist party. Together, a law was passed demanding Serbia to hold an immediate referendum in Kosovo to determine whether the territory will rejoin Albania. However, Albanian military authorities have stated that they will not wait for a referendum, and will "do everything in its power to defend Albanians". They had also stated they "hope" to "count on Italian support" in their efforts. *In the background a small town in a valley is on fire, with in the town one can the ghastly outlines of Austro-Hungarian techs walking through the town. Next thing you know a group of men armed with rifles coming running, running away from the fire.*They stop on top of the hill and one by one they look back towards the town. After a moment of complete silence one man in the group takes his helmet off and throws it to the group..."DAMMIT! How the hell do they keep finding us? This is the third town this month! How can we keep fighting if...." A Man with an aged officer hat walks up to the man and puts his hand on the soldiers shoulder..." We can, and we will keep fighting, because we believe in our cause and wish for a free Serbia again." The soldier looks down and picks his helmet back up." Yes sir, sorry sir... What are our orders now sir?" The officer laughs." Boža I told you don't have to call me sir..." He turns and faces the rest of the group." Our orders are now clear. We can't fight this damn Astro's on what we have, so we move south to Kosovo.... Bulger's land. From there we can start to regroup and replenish our supplies." A random soldier in the calls out in a half cheerful voice." How are we going to replenish our selves?" The officer look that direction and calls out." We will take it from them! We will fight them for it! And in the end they will give it to us!" The group sounds out a slight chuckle, but is hushed by the officer." Damir! Comic! Jordan! Move to the other bases and tell them to move south, and we'll re-group in Kosovo...." He turns to the rest." The rest of you were taking a tour southward! Ready.... march!" Now the group of rebels marches knowing of where they are going and what must be done. January 16th 1939Fifteen days after his coronation, and after meeting with his privy councilors, as well as the Dauphine, Henri d'Orleans the old King had finally called a meeting with the Prime Minister of France, Marshall Petain. After the end of the War, it was Petain, that with other officers that did not wish France fall again prey to the threats of the communards, instigated the 24th August 1921 coup, and had declared the Kingdom of France, with Jean as it's King. Yet when the Duke of Guise, and now King of the French had requested to return to France in 1926, he was met with unexpected hostility from Petain itself, who did not wish to see his carefully built and decaying regime possibly collapse with the return of the Orleanist King. As such, Petain rushed to decline Jean's request, urging the King to be patient and wait for when the time was ripe. For over a decade, the Duke of Guise and King of the French asked to return to his homeland, and even attempted that once himself. Yet every time, he was stopped by Petain and his cabal of military officers who feared instability from the return of the monarchy. However, what finally forced the hand of the Marshall was not some foreign threat, or the internal enemy that were the communards, but the Right-wing of French politics itself. Tired with what seemed the incompetence of an old and ailing general who did not wish to see his power minimized, radical officers together with the bulk of the important personas of French politics staged an unofficial coup d' eat against Petain on September 8th 1938, and finally invited Jean back in France so that he could be crowned King. As Petain's personalVivaquatreescorted him to the Royal Palace of Fontainebleau, the old General could not but worry of what he and the King would discuss. Although he had tried to persuade the King the past fifteen days not to take any initiatives in French internal and foreign affairs and to maintain the favorable (for Petain) status quo, the King of the French seemed poised to make a change during his reign from the very beginning. The past few days especially had been horrible, with the slaughter of the '800 Martyrs of Nice' as the French press called the eight-hundred people that had been fatally shot in Nice by Italian troops, receiving huge publicity in the Kingdom and causing huge outrage, with nationalist and anti-Italian rallies taking place through France demanding a response to the massacre. Finally, the car arrived at the gates of the residence of the French monarch, and Petain stepped out with the help of a Royal Guard, and escorted within the halls of the Palace. Last used as a residence of a French monarch in 1871 with the pretender Napoleon III, the Palace had ever since fallen out of use, yet it was cozy and hospitable enough to host the King of the French temporarily. As Petain and the Royal Guard escorting entered the office of the French monarch he was surprised to see that the King wasn't there. Instead, the familiar figure of the Dauphine and heir to the French throne, Henri, was sitting in his father's armchair." Your Majesty", said the Marshall, bowing his head in front of the Dauphine as a sign of respect. "I was told that I would meet our King and your father, His Majesty Jean III" continued the old Prime Minister, taking a look around the room. Henri himself was escorted with two guards himself, which stood in the opposite sides of the room, which was decorated frivolously, one of the few remnants of the restorations Napoleon III had done to the old building." This is not why, you were called here, Marshall of France Petain" said the Dauphine in a stern and serious voice. He handed Petain a letter, signed by the King and himself. "I am saddened to inform that His Majesty the King of the French has decided to relieve you of your post as Prime Minister of France. We appreciate your services to the Realm." Henri continued, a smirk forming on the Dauphine's face." You can't do this!" the Marshall screamed, attempting to step forward but being stopped by the Guard escorting him. "I am the Marshall of France, and you shall treat me better!" he continued, screaming out of his lugs at the Dauphine who looked in disappointment at the Old General. "This is not all, Marshall Petain" the Dauphine spoke, looking at the angry Petain. "In the name of the King and the Constitution of France that the King signed on January 6th 1939, I am ordering your arrest on the charges of High Treason and abuse of power. Guards, take him." Henri finished, all three guards moving to apprehend the old General. For once, the old General did not know what to say. He suddenly felt very dizzy and disorientated, the voice of the Dauphine and the guards seeming a long echo. As everything went dark around him, the old General collapsed on the floor, never to open his eyes again. Paris, A few hours later The old radio played classical music, all programs having been an interrupted an hour or so ago, to announce that Marshall Petain had suffered a stroke during the early hours of the morning, and that he had passed away, to move into heaven, where he could watch over the Frenchmen and women from the heavens. As such, the radio played some pieces of classical music, to honor the old Marshall of France. Some of them were nationalist song such as"Vows n'are pas l'Alsace et la Lorraine!", a song reminding the Frenchmen of Alsace and Lorraine, as well asMaréchal, nous voilà!a song that had been written in honor of Marshall Petain. Jean III took out a cigarette, and asked his son the Dauphine for a lighter. Lighting his cigarette and taking a puff, the old King looked out of the window of the Palace, the moody landscape of France filling him with memories of his younger years, most of them he had spent abroad in a similar landscape in Italy and Liechtenstein. "Father, I think we should release the new constitution soon." Henri spoke, looking at his father, smoking a cigarette himself. "If we do it soon enough, we will be able to formalize the changes to Petain's 1927 draft and hold the elections for the powerless Assembly before the end of the February." he finished, taking a walk around the small room of the tower." We should also organize a state funeral for Petain" the King said, taking another puff. "I did not expect that old fool to die in such unexpected way!" Jean exclaimed, moving away from the window, and sitting in his armchair, looking at the papers on his office. The first was a draft of the Constitution of France, and the other papers were signed orders for the construction of 40Renault FM. III as well various orders and regional edicts which needed the King's signature." We should also address the issue of the Italians" Jean said. "We cannot afford for the French public to know that we are doing nothing for that situation." he continued, sighing. "What do you think, Henri?" the old King finished, looking at his son." I believe we should address this issue with caution. A conflict with the Italians would be costly for both nations. We know that, and they do as well." the Dauphine said confidently to his father. "We should try to reach a compromise with them. If it pleases you father, I can write a letter to the United People's Republic myself." Henri said and sat down in the chair opposite of his father." Very well!" exclaimed the old King. "You have my authorization." he finished, smiling at his son. Henri would be a good King for France when the time came, he thought. To: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the United People's Republic of Italy From: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of France To the most honorable Minister of Foreign Affairs of Italy, I write to you to express the deep concerns of His Majesty the King of the French, Jean III of Orleans concerning the situation in Nice. The well-being of Francophone is of utmost importance to the King and the Royal Government. The recent indiscriminate actions against the French-speaking population of Nice is heavily condemned by the Kingdom of France, as well as the deportation of said population. However, it is my opinion, as well that of the King that common ground can be found between our two nations to solve this problem. As such, we have decided to invite a delegation from the United People's Republic of Italy to arrive to the Palace of Versailles on January 29th 1939, where they will be treated with respect and diplomatic sincerity, and where we may discuss this issue so that relations between France and Italy, can be normalized and perhaps significantly improved. It is in the interests of both France and Italy to cooperate closer in face of such overwhelming odds in the world. Yours sincerely, Henri d'Orleans, Dauphine of France, Count of Paris and Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of France.

On the Brink of War (IC_AH_Dieselpunk_Open)|rating:3.0

Call Me By Your Name (PoisonousIvee_Mr.Aznable)

Sac hie was very selfish. She had become smitten with a human, and followed him as he traveled across Japan on a journey she didn’t know the outcome of. She didn’t care what he was after or where he went, she just wanted to watch him and protect him. See his quest through to the end with success. She first caught sight of him out in Kyoto as she hid in the rice fields close to town. He was so handsome - is so handsome - with messy brown hair and the most enchanting green eyes. He was truly blessed by the Gods, to be gifted with so much earth and warmth inside of him just made her desire his affections more. But she was merely a fox, and he was a man, and she would have to give up so much for him. She didn’t mind, she would do anything for him if he asked. If he even knew she was alive. But she was merely a fox, and could only do so much for a human like him. Koji was on a mission. He didn't care how long it took or if it damned him to an eternity in Hell, but he would bring justice to those who dishonored him. He came from nobility, a promising swordsman even in his younger years, and his family had been known to speak out against the daimyo. Furthermore, he was the oldest, blessed with a sister who was as fair as cherry blossoms and a brother wild as fire. His mother had told him always how blessed he was, to be granted the strength of the earth; he was always calm and patient, even when his siblings were their most wild. Grounded and strong, with eyes as green as Japan's deep forests. He didn't think he had that strength now, that patience she was so proud of. Not after what happened. Assassins stole into his home late at night and murdered his mother and father in their sleep, beheaded his little brother and defiled his sister before slitting her throat. He did his best to avenge them that night, but he was overwhelmed and left to die in his home. He pleaded to the Heavens, bargained with Hell, anyone who would listen to allow him to take revenge for his family before he lost consciousness. Furthermore, he didn't know who saved him, what God or demon had some pity to spare, but he awoke with a new vigor; a heavy feeling of power churned in his chest as he picked himself up and set out on his quest. Furthermore, he would find out at the end of his journey where his soul would go, and that was fine by him. All he cared about was making this right. She was hiding from him again, keeping low in the tall grass as he walked the path into a little fishing town. She wanted so fervently to be with him, to walk by his side and not in his shadow. Her heart ached for his attention, even just a glance. She had to be brave, but she was so nervous. What if he was repulsed knowing what she was? What if he hated her? Her heart wouldn't bear it, she would commit suicide on the spot. But she had to try, right? He kept to himself as he walked, keeping his eyes open, but his mouth shut. Unless he deemed it important, he wouldn't talk to anyone. She watched him enter a tea house and felt like that was her chance. Now or never, Sac hie, she told herself. He sat and drank his tea, ordering tempura upon and enjoyed the peace; the gentle murmurings and chatter of the tea house almost making him forget and relax. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and hesitantly a woman sat on the opposite side of him. She had long almost ink colored hair with eyes like shimmering stars. He did his best to ignore her near immodest dress; her episode seemed to be trying its best to stay on her body. She looked embarrassed, nervous even, and swallowed a lump in her throat." Um...please forgive my forwardness..." She began, her voice quivering with effort, "y-you seemed lonely...a-and I thought perhaps you would like some company...?" He made a noise. "I don't think company would be unwelcome." he said. She looked over the moon and inched as close as she could with the status table between them. "Thank you so much for allowing me to share a moment with you." She said, lacing her shaking hands together, "Are you a traveling swordsman?" She asked. It would be hard for anyone to ignore the Katina toed to his sash. He made a noise and looked to it. "Something like that, yes." "It must be lonely, walking on your own." She said, "Are you going anywhere specific.?" "In a manner of speaking, I am. I'm looking for someone, though I don't know where they could be." Who was this girl, to pry so deep in the first few moments of their meeting? Rather nosey, to say the least. The kindly old woman brought him his upon and smiled warmly, "Enjoy, dear." She said before padding off. The girl eyed his bowl before forcing herself to look away." Maybe I can help you find this person...?" He raised an eyebrow and made a noise. "Why do you want to help me so badly? We quite literally just met, and I don't even know your name." She was getting ahead of herself, she blushed at such a silly mistake. "Ah, yes, you're right..." She said shyly, "Um... Sachie..." She muttered, "And I just... I felt compelled to offer you help...your eyes hold so much sadness." He made a noise. "I am KOI." he said. She watched him eat in silence; obviously she already knew his name, but she didn't want to give him any cause to distrust her. She already came on pretty strong, "Maybe I can just journey with you for now? If that was ok? At least so you have someone to talk to." He made a noise and nodded. "I think. That would be nice. Now, I can see you eyeing my food, would you like to eat?" She blushed darkly and held her stomach as it growled. She had forgotten to hunt before she came to him, "A-Ah, I don't want to impose! I'll be alright!" He shook his head. "It would be rude of me not to offer." Share from his bowl? So soon? She didn't even pledge herself to him yet. "I-I couldn't ask you to buy me food or share yours." She grimaced when her stomach growled again, "R-Really, I'm alright." He shook his head and called for the old woman again before ordering another bowl and thanking her. "Thank you so much." She bowed humbly, "I don't deserve such kindness." He waved it off. "It's fine." he said. Just being acknowledged by him was enough for her to ascend to paradise. When her bowl of upon arrived, she tried not to drool. She loved human food, the fried offerings at the shrines were always so delicious. He smiled and thanked the old woman again before he began eating. She struggled with the chopsticks and blushed. She didn't want him to think she was incompetent, or worse find out she was a fox before she told him. The shame would kill her for certain. "I can tell you are hungry." he said. He ate slowly, slow enough for her to easily copy how he held the chopsticks. She watched him and copied him as best as she could, and she managed well enough to eat now. "Y-Yes, I uh... I had to work earlier than normal today and didn't have the chance to eat first." Poor girl, he thought, having to sell herself so early in the day. He nodded. "I'm sorry to hear that." he said. She waved her hand, smiling brightly, "No, don't worry, I'm fine! I'm used to it!" He nodded. "Is your. Employer.? Is he alright with you leaving.? Or are you self-employed.?" Oh no, did he know? INRI didn't know she was following this one human around, at least she didn't think They did. "Oh, um...he...doesn't know...and I would rather keep it that way." She smiled sheepishly, playing with her hair slowly. He made a face. "I don't need any trouble on my way. But, if you really want to come along." "Th-There won't be trouble, I promise!" She told him. Please, don't look at me like that. He nodded. "Very well." She ate with him quietly after that, hoping he wasn't upset or angry with her. She wondered now how he would respond when she revealed what she was. They finished the food and KOI stood to head out with her. She followed him quickly, so happy now to be so close to him and not so far away. She could touch him now, if she wanted. Furthermore, she smiled softly as she watched him before looking down at her feet as she walked, "Do you have any idea where to start looking...? Or are you just hoping to stumble on them.?" "I have some vague idea. But, I'm going to larger towns and cities to ask my questions." he said. She nodded, "Perhaps people will be more inclined to open up to a beautiful woman?" She smiled, "Lucky for you to have found me." He raised an eyebrow before laughing a bit. "It certainly seems that way." She smiled more, perhaps it would be better if he didn't know she was a fox? If it meant she could hear him laugh like that more, she would be more than happy to throw her life as a fox away and remain human. They were walking for a long time, and soon enough they needed to stop at an inn for the night. Oh, no. Would she have to share his room? Did he have the funds to buy her a separate room to stay in? She blushed darkly, hoping she didn't become some terrible burden for him. She used some fox magic to turn some twigs and leaves into money before offering them to him, "H-Here! For board!" She said. He raised an eyebrow again. "Well. Thank you." he said. Why didn't she use this to pay for her food? Something wasn't quite right about her. But, he took the money and thanked her again. He did kind of insist on paying for her, now that he recalled. But, she was rather odd regardless. She smiled sheepishly, "Did I give you enough...? I've never gone farther than the village..." She told him. She hoped he didn't see her use her magic. He made a noise and moved in to pay for the room. Oh, no. He did see, didn't he? He was going to shun her now, or worse. Would he try killing her? She wasn't evil, just in love. She followed him nervously, not speaking anymore." Ah, is this your wife, sir?" The man at the desk asked. Sac hie blushed darkly and wrung her hands anxiously. He made a noise again. "Yes." She jolted slightly in alarm and looked up at him with wide eyes." Ah, very good. The onset is in the back if you wish to bathe, though it is separate baths." He nodded. "That sounds fine. Is there a room available?" He nodded, turning to grab a key before turning back to him, "On the upper floor, three doors on the left." He thanked the man and paid him before moving up toward the room. She followed after him quickly, nervous about sharing a room with him. What was he going to do? Did he know? Would he be angry? Send her away? She was so scared. He made a noise and smiled. "One room is less expensive than two, obviously." he said with a small laugh. "And I'm sure I could ask for another bed." "Y-Yes, of course!" She agreed, "If anything, the tatami suit me just fine!" He nodded a bit and made the arrangements, and paid the man a little extra for the second bed. When it was brought in, she made sure to place it on the other side of the room, straightening it out and making sure she was out of his way. He had left his things in the room, apparently deciding that a bath sounded wonderful. She blushed softly and sat on her bed for a moment before carefully inching towards his things. She gently grasped his Maori and brought it close, taking in his scent gently. He smelled so good, earthy and strong. She blushed more and gave a shaky sigh, "Oh, KOI-sama...~" He relaxed in the bath, taking a deep breath. She wondered if she could see him from here? No, no! Don't be a pervert, Sac hie! She blushed heavily and set his Maori back, sighing softly. She couldn't wait for him to accept her as his wife, to hold her and kiss her. Furthermore, she blushed more, thinking of him taking her, using her body for his needs. Furthermore, she held her cheeks and shook her head, embarrassed. What would he be like? Would he be aggressive? She had never been with a man before, fox or human. The other foxes told her that some human lovers they had had were gentle or rough, caring or cruel. But they loved being with them sexually all the same. Would she enjoy him mean? Or would gently be better? She felt like she would melt away if she thought about it longer. KOI was busy in thought. Who was she? Why was she so keen on accompanying him? She was rather pretty though. Her eyes were rather odd shade of blue, he hadn't known any woman to be gifted with such blue eyes. Maybe the gods blessed her like they did him? A courtesan like her with a body like that probably made a lot of money. She certainly was blessed with a child bearing body. Wait, no, stop. He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to calm his thoughts. The warm spring water of the onset was not helping him. He couldn't stop thinking about her and how soft she looked. He was a man with needs, he told himself, that was the only reason for such thoughts. And in all truth, it had been a long time since those needs had been taken care of. He sighed and decided he would just enjoy those thoughts. Best keep it that way for now. It would be improper of him to ask for her services, prostitute or otherwise. Imagining her servicing him, however, was just as good. He lulled his head back and let out a soft sigh as the warm waters relaxed his muscles and set his increasingly tense mind at ease. He could almost feel her hands wrapped around his cock, her massive tits pressed against his chest, her moans in his ear. Gods, what was wrong with him? He let out a hiss and tried in vain to think of something else. He was stuck on her. Furthermore, he had only just met her, and he was already thinking about what it would be like to sleep with her. Furthermore, he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Eventually, they settled, and he was allowed to enjoy his bath in peace. Sac hie was on her bed, trying her best not to try and scent his things. He was coming back from the bath, sighing softly. She was strange, but she was pleasant company so far, and almost too easy on the eyes. She looked up when he slid open the door and smiled softly, "How was the spring?" She asked. Her episode was trying even harder now to stay on her body, poor thing. He tried not to look, his heart pounding. "The spring was very nice, I recommend it." he said with a smile. "I might go in for a moment or two..." She replied, "the only trouble is I relax too much and end up falling asleep." She smiled and giggled softly, "How silly." He smiled a bit. "Would you need a wake-up call?" He asked. "Are you saying you would trespass into the women's bath just to get me?" She asked, tone playful. His face flushed. "I-I well. If you needed help, I would try to be respectful." She smiled softly, "That's very kind of you, I would be sure to cover myself so you wouldn't see me in such undress." Like he almost was now? He nodded. "O-Of course." he said. The image of a wet cloth clinging to her nearly made him stagger. Seeing the thin cloth cling tightly to every curve of her body made him almost dizzy. "So noble and kind." She said, getting comfortable on her bed. If only she knew the things he thought about doing to her. He made a soft noise and tried to sleep, knowing he would need the rest. "Good night, Khoisan." She said softly, looking over at him. "Goodnight, Sac hie-san." he said. The next day, he woke up to Sac hie bringing in breakfast; tamagoyaki and rice with steamed salmon and NATO. "Oh...! I'm sorry if I woke you.!" She said softly. He sat up and smiled. "No, thank you very much." he said. "I had some spare money." She said, "I thought I would repay your kindness somehow." He took the food and ate, thanking her again. She ate, too, and watched him every so often to see if he liked it. The next town they would be going to would be in IGA, and she hoped that they would find the information he was looking for there. They finished up and then set back out on the road. He didn't bring up her using magic, which was good. She was so sure he had seen her, but that didn't seem to be the case. What a relief, she thought. "Let's hope there aren't any spiteful demons running around the path, hm~?" She said playfully. He nodded in agreement. "That would be unfortunate." "Would you protect me, Khoisan~?" She smiled, leaning forward a bit to look at his expression. He smiled a bit. "Of course I would." She blushed and smiled, "How gentlemanly." He shook his head and smiled. What an odd one. The walk to IGA felt like it took longer than it actually was; they had to camp out for a couple nights as they traveled. There was one night as they slept by the fire that Sac hie awoke suddenly to a malevolent presence. A demon maybe doubles the height of KOI hovered over him as he slept, drooling as it opened its gaping maw to swallow him." Oi." She hissed out lowly, and it froze, locking her terrifyingly sharp gaze. Her blue eyes shone gold, pupils slits, "Get away from him."" K... Kitsune..." It slurred quietly in fear before slinking away. Her eyes changed back, and she carefully inched closer to KOI to help ward demons away from him. He awoke feeling a little strange, and looked over to her. She was closer now than she was before. She was sound asleep, perhaps she had a nightmare or something and wanted some sort of comfort? He couldn't help himself, he was looking at her again. She was so easy on the eyes. Her episode barely held her breasts now with her laying on her side, threatening to fall out. The bottom had pushed up over her thighs; milky and soft looking in the dim fire light. He was almost in hysteria. She looked so good, so damn good. She felt him staring and woke up slowly, "Khoisan...?" He had to quickly look away. "U-Uhm. Good morning." he said. She glanced around, seeing that it was still dark out, "I suppose it's morning." She teased tiredly, "Are you ok? Did you not sleep well?" "I slept alright." he said. "You?" He didn't add that he had vague dreams of her. She made a noise, "I heard noises out in the field and got a little scared...but I slept fine." He nodded. So that was why she moved closer "We have time before dawn...we can go back to sleep for now." She said softly before carefully moving closer, "Please keep me safe from demons, Khoisan." He nearly froze, she was so close now. "O-Of course." She smiled softly and seemed to fall back asleep pretty easily, her moving closer tugged the top of her robe down to show more skin but sadly covered her thighs a bit more. He was more than content with eyeing her chest. He couldn't help it anymore. She was beautiful and fun to be around in the few days they had been traveling. Sure, she was a bit odd, but he found it to be charming. And her body certainly wasn't a strain on the eyes. He tried to get back to sleep, but he could hardly do so. He couldn't take his eyes off her. What was wrong with him? Was he admiring her because he wanted gratification and attention? Or was it something more? He had no idea why, but he didn't mind either way. They finally reached IGA, and they moved into the closest town where they stopped to eat. Sac hie discreetly used her magic to make more money to buy them food and sake. "Whenever you like, Khoisan, we can ask around for the person you're looking for." She offered He nodded. "The sooner, the better." he said, and he spent the next few days asking around for anyone who might know anything. "Oh, you're from the To household?" An older woman frowned at KOI when he asked her for information, "It's so tragic, what happened to your family. I prayed for their peace when word reached us here in IGA. My grandson did hear a rumor that had been going around, but I didn't want any negativity brought to our family, so I didn't ask him the details." "Any information would help." he said. She nodded, "Please, come inside, I'll fetch him for you." She said and beckoned him inside. Sac hie was listening quietly, following behind KOI as they stepped inside. He nodded and followed the old woman She sat them in the main room and excused herself so she could find her grandson. Sac hie looked around carefully, hoping this wasn't some trap. Eventually, a young man came in and grew nervous when he saw KOI." You're Estonian?" He asked. He sat down and nodded. "I am." "I want to start by saying I'm terribly sorry for what happened to your family." He said gently, "The To family were very prominent, even here in IGA. But that isn't why you're here...you're here because of the rumors." "I'm here for information." he said. "Anything." "I heard rumors that those loyal to the daimyo were doing what they could to silence dissenters." He said quietly, as if someone was listening who shouldn't be, "other noble houses from the neighboring provinces pay for assassins to take out those who would try and speak of overthrowing the daimyo." He made a face, processing all of this. "I see." he said. "I don't know which families...but you can always go and find out?" He offered, "All I know is the province nobles are in Is, OMI, and Yamato." Sac hie glanced at KOI quietly; Is was a few days walk from here, OMI even longer, and Yamato was right next to Yamashina where Kyoto was. "Thank you. We will remain in town for now, and set out." He said. "I wish you the best of luck, and will pray for you with my family." He said as he bowed." Let's go, Khoisan." Sac hie said gently. He bowed and headed out. "We should find another inn." He said. She nodded, "I'm sure there's one around here somewhere." She said before glancing at him, "How are you faring? That was a lot to take in." "I'm faring well. This gives me direction. " He said. "I'll be with you to the end." She said with a smile. "Thank you, Sac hie." he said. She smiled more and nodded before walking with him to find an inn. When they did, they bought a room, now more used to each other's company than before, and relaxed. Or at least tried to. He sighed. "Does this one take a bath?" He asked her. "Um..." She moved to the window and tried to peek out, "There might be an onset...?" She said. Furthermore, she sniffed the air gently, looking for the familiar mineral smell, "Yeah, there is." "Good. I am in need of a bath." he said. "Me too." She said softly, "Our travels have taken its toll." He nodded. "Will you need that wake-up call?" He asked, teasing. She blushed and laughed softly, "Perhaps, if you would be willing." "You've been very helpful. It us the least I can do." he said. She blushed more and smiled fondly, "Thank you, Khoisan...you're very kind." "I try." he said. She stood and stretched, making it hard not to stare at her chest, "Let's go, shall we?" He made a noise and nodded. "Let's." He said. She walked with him to the onset, where she saw that it was a mixed bath. She blushed as she moved to her changing area; she would share the water so intimately with him? He would see her in no more than a towel? She would specimen no more than a towel?? This would be his breaking point, he was sure of it. He swallowed and allowed her to enter first before getting undressed himself. She kept the towel close to her body as she entered the bath, the warm spring easing the aches of travel. She moaned softly as she sunk a little, closing her eyes. He inhaled a bit and went into the onset, the towel covering him as much as it allowed. She glanced over when she heard the door and immediately looked away out of embarrassment. He was built and toned perfectly for a swordsman. Cut and scarred too, but not to an alarming level. Probably from the fights with bandits she watched him tangle up in. He was so handsome and strong. She couldn't love him more if she tried. He sank into the water and let out a low noise as he began relaxing. The air was tense, what could he do? She glanced around and saw a floating tray with sake and moved to grab it, "Here! I think we've earned it, no?" He nodded and looked over to take a cup of sake. "I've always enjoyed warm sake." She said gently as she let the tray float along the water, "Sakura sake is my favorite." "I've never really had a preference." he said. "Really?" She asked as she held her cup, "You look like a man who enjoys finer brews." She gently teased. He smiled a bit. "Never had time to find finer brews." "Perhaps one day we will find them together...broaden your palette." She smiled. He smiled and nodded. "Agreed." She drank her sake with a happy sigh, she was a bit of a lightweight so she had to be careful. But she trusted KOI to keep her safe and from doing anything ill-advised. KOI sat with her and drank, now finally able to relax. She was three cups in and was already swaying a bit, eyes half lidded, "It feels so nice out here." She said. "It does, I agree." he said, now feeling it a bit himself. "I've enjoyed my time traveling with you, Khoisan...you've given me purpose." She told him, moving closer. "You've helped me a lot, Sac hie-san." he said, not really noticing yet. "I've done my best for you... I've only wanted to make you happy." She said, "Your eyes are always so sad...and I wanted to bring you whatever joy I could." "Thank you, Sac hie." he said, smiling as he lulled his head back and relaxed. She moved close and hugged his arm gently, "I love you, Khoisan... I always have." She said softly. He nearly froze. "W." he was shocked, to say the least. "Huh.? Sac hie, we met only recently." he said. She nodded, "I know... I know, but I can't help it...you're handsome and strong...kind and noble... I'm drawn to you, Khoisan." He would be lying if he said he wasn't drawn to her. "Well. Thank you, Sac hie-san." She felt jilted at first, thinking he didn't return her feelings, "Of course." "Truth be told I don't. Have the words to really describe how I feel." he said. She felt like she would cry. Suicide was her only option now. "I can think of a couple." She muttered. He made a noise. He took another drink of sake. "I love having you around. Having you travel with me." She looked up at him, eyes glittering. Was he serious? He made a noise. "I wish I had better words than these." "Then...then don't use words." She said gently. He looked to her. "Then." he trailed off. She blushed and inched closer, "Then...show me..." He made a soft noise and moved to kiss her gently. She felt like the gates of paradise opened up to her just then, kissing back almost too happily. He made a noise and relaxed a little more. This wasn't bad at all. The tension was slowly releasing. She reached and tangled her fingers gently in his messy hair, trying to press as close to him as she could. He arched and made a low noise as he pulled her close. She crawled into his lap easily, giving a soft noise of delight. He made a low noise and his hands found their way to her thighs. They were as soft as they looked, and she moaned softly under his touch. He nearly went wild, his grip tightening slightly She gasped softly and wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning softly as he touched her. He let out a low, strangled sound as he ran his hands up her thighs. How was she so soft? Her thighs felt incredible in his hands, squishy and easy to grab, gods he wanted them wrapped around his waist. His strangled sounds got lower and lower in pitch, now a low growl. She shivered in delight, loving his low sounds, his guttural desire. If she were sober, she would have been much more excited. He made another low noise and his hands moved to her waist. It Weiss thin. So easy to grab. It had the perfect curve to it, feeling just as amazing in his hands as her thighs did. He let out another low sound, and his face flushed as he finally noticed how much he was swelling against her. She could easily feel him through his towel, and her hips shifted gently to get a better feel for him. She moaned, he was only half hard, but he already felt amazing against her. He hissed softly, and the sake hit him hard, making his head spin. Or was that her? At this point it was hard to tell, but he didn't care. "More...~ please, Khoisan...~" She pleaded softly against his lips. "M-More. What.~?" He asked, his head still spinning. She shook her head, "A-Anything~ please~ I want more~" He made a low noise and moved to grab her hips, his hands moving all on their own. She moaned lowly, reaching to loosen her towel for him so he could reach more of her. His heart skipped as he watched, he was swelling harder, throbbing against her, his breathing a little heavy. She bit her lip gently and completely removed the towel, showing her full nude form to him. Her breasts looked even bigger freed from any clothing covering them, milky and soft in the gentle lantern light scattered around the onset. He made a low noise and his grip on her hips tightened. His cock throbbed hard, and he just stared for a moment, biting his lip gently. She blushed heavily and looked away, "D-Do I look ok...?" "M-More than okay." he said. She was glad he liked this form, she didn't know what men liked, so she went based of various beauty standards. "I-I'm glad." She muttered shyly. He made a noise and ran his hands up her sides slowly, his touches and grabs greedy. She relaxed and moaned lowly as he touched her, eyes half lidded. She wanted so much more, but more of what she had no idea. He was losing his mind, his hands moving to her ass, and he latched onto her breast firmly, his eyes going half lidded. She arched and gasped, gripping his shoulders tight. She seemed to really like that. He moaned lowly and sucked harder, his cock aching already. She tried not to be loud, "Kanji...~!" She gasped weakly. He arched and suddenly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him as he switched breasts. She didn't expect anything to make her feel this good, her head falling back as her whole body ached for attention. His damned towel was still in the way, he hated that. But he couldn't bring himself to stop long enough to remove it. "I-It feels so good, KOI...~! P-Please don't stop...~!" How could he ignore a request like that? He let out a low moan and continued. The towel had shifted slightly, and even in the warm water, she was suddenly aware of something, teasing at first, but throbbing, and burning hot against her. She bit her lip hard, knowing what it was and becoming very excited by it. She tried to reach without disturbing him to remove his towel, her moans right in his ear as she pulled it from his waist. He was losing his mind, he was sucking harder, firmly groping the other breast. The towel came free after a moment, and she could feel all of it being pressed against her. She bit her lip more and shifted against him, wanting to make him feel good, too. He arched and let out a low moan, almost a sigh of relief at the feeling. "D-Do you like that, KOI...?" She asked softly, shifting more. He nodded, his head spinning as he throbbed SND pulsed against her. He pulled back with a pop and lulled his head back to moan lowly again. She was glad he was enjoying himself, glad she could make him feel good. She reached for the sake and drank some more with a sigh before offering some to him. He took it gladly, and soon enough the two of them were finished with the bottle. She couldn't really see straight and that was fine, she was having the time of her life with his greedy kisses and touches. She never knew a man could be so demanding. He wanted so much more. He panted and grabbed at her ass, grinding her against himself with a low noise. Furthermore, he was drunk as well, and loving every second of it. "K-Kojiiiii~~" She slurred, running her fingers through his hair as she sloppily rocked her hips. "Hm.~?" He asked, looking to her as he continued. "It's so good~" She moaned weakly, "I want more~" "S. So do I.~" he slurred. "Th-Then take from me...~ please, KOI~ I'm all yours~" She moaned. He hissed and easily raised her up, moving to position himself at her entrance She gasped softly and squirmed a bit to try and help, "Y-You're the first man I've been with." She admitted. "That's not an honor I'm sure I deserve." he said. She blushed heavily, "I think you do." She muttered shyly. He made a noise and moved to push slowly into her. She gripped his shoulders and gave a weak noise as he slowly stretched her. He felt so big, she didn't get a good look, but it felt incredible. He snarled and HIA breath hitched as he pushed her down a little more. Her back arched slightly, and she gasped again, giving a weak quivering moan. He bit his lip and kept everything slow as she sank down to the base. Her nails dug gently into his shoulders as she tried not to cry out. This was incredible. Beyond incredible. She could feel every nerve firing off in euphoria. He let out a ragged moan as he gasped out. "H. Haah." She didn't know what to do, so she did what she felt her body tell her. She rose her hips gently and slowly slid back down, her body trembling. Furthermore, she felt so tight and hot around him, it was insane. He arched gasped as he helped her move. ’S. Sachie.~" She loved hearing him moan her name, to the point where she moved a little more just to get more sounds from him. He moaned a little louder and a little faster, his noises filling the space between her ears. "Kanji~~" She moaned weakly, her hips moving in their own now. He moaned lowly and grabbed tight at her hips. She gave a weak cry, her hips feeling amazing in his hands. He grunted and moved to kiss her again. She kissed back happily, moaning into it as she bounced over him. He moaned lonely and moved her faster, his cock throbbing hard. She was in heaven, she wanted more and more. She was going insane from the attention and pleasure. He moved faster and faster, grunting as he began using her. He suddenly had her bent over the edge of the onset, watching her body react to his movements. She gasped loudly, gripping the stone edge of the bath, trying to keep her noises down, "K... Koji...~!!" He moaned lowly as he bit gently at her ear, his sounds much closer now. She shuddered hard and tried not to scream though she wanted to so badly. He grunted and moaned slightly louder, his grip on her hips tightening. "I-I... I feel strange...~!" She whined weakly, scraping gently at the stone. "Should I stop?" He asked. She shook her head quickly, "Please no...~!!" She begged. He nodded and grunted as he bit her shoulder gently, slamming into her harder than before. Her eyes crossed, the strange feeling only building more and more. She didn't know what was happening, but she loved it. He reached and clamped a hand over her mouth to help her keep quiet, his moans were mixed with ragged pants in her ears, and he was moving faster now. She couldn't take much more, the feeling stronger now, before it finally gave way; a raw euphoria washing over her unlike anything she felt before. Her walls clamped down around him, juices soaking his cock as she came, her moans feral grunts behind his hand. He arched and let out a strangled moan, and he suddenly slammed right into her spot. It was by chance, but she was so tight, so wet that he couldn't stop moving now. He continued at this new angle, pi stoning his hips quickly and relentlessly pounding into her spot. Gods, she really was in heaven, this pleasure she was experiencing the most addicting thing in the world. She didn't want him to stop, she wanted him to keep using her, churning her insides as mercilessly as he was. He kept moving, but something felt different. His noises were faster, his movements were becoming. Desperate? She didn't really know what was happening. Was he experiencing the same strange feeling she had felt? She hoped so. "Stacie, I-" he was cut off by a large intake of breath and a series of low grunts as he picked up his speed again. She grunted and whined loudly behind his hand, having some vague idea at what he was getting at. He arched hard and stifled a loud cry as he climaxed filling her full of his hot load. She gasped softly as he filled her, her head spinning. What an incredible feeling. He uncovered her mouth and panted hard. His hand was wet, and he realized she had been drooling the whole time, "S... So good...~" He made a low noise and moved to pull out slowly. She sunk into the water with a soft sigh of delight, legs weak. He moved and kissed her gently. She kissed back happily, giving a soft noise. He pulled back and sighed softly as he held her close.

Call Me By Your Name (PoisonousIvee_Mr.Aznable)|rating:4.0

Worlds Apart (IC)

Worlds Apart Chapter: 1It had taken more than a fortnight to get to this place. It was a hard rigorous journey, but nothing you couldn’t handle. It would have been easier to teleport to the spot or divine the location and transport there via a gate. But you had guessed it was to imprint upon you the importance of self-worth and doing something for self and not relying upon magic. Maybe it was to teach you a lesson, a lesson of the future maybe? You had fought creatures and monsters without magic before, but it had become a staple of life, like the clothes you wore upon your back. You weren’t hungry, or tired, you weren’t hurt or even angry, you are the pinnacle of mortal flesh and your perfection pervades your very being. Yet there was something that bothered you still. This being, this creature, this Angel had called you here, you knew it must have been something of import, and you knew nothing else but to come to this spot. Once you scaled the last block of stone you saw others, like you but different. Perhaps in another time you would have been foes, at each other's throats for the betterment of others. Or maybe just for you pleasure, to hone your razor edged skill. You quickly realize that the beings before you are no small creatures, they are walking legends of renown, all known to you. Nerissa Flow tapper the Ascetic Monk of Balance awaits poised perfectly on his feline hands, his tail flowing back and forth, Harvest Moon the Unicorn that walks, a saint amongst saints, Fine Waterfalls the Fabled Shinobi, chosen of the Myntra, Harold the Ascetic warrior of three. All await the calling from the one who had summoned them here. And who had the power to summon the likes of you all? A question that had roiled around your mind as you journeyed here, a veritable tale of legend where you several years younger and greener. At the summit you could see the edge of the world, other worlds orbited in lazy languid ellipses slowly moving through the emptiness of the void between worlds. This was the highest point on the world you had been summoned to, and it showed. Had you not been protected by the grace of your god and to a lesser degree your own spirit you would have suffocated in mere moments? The air itself froze to your skin and your breath plumed outwards creating clouds of moisture which quickly crystallized and fell to the floor, the tiny shards tinkling on the stone ground. And then the view changed, a cloud coalesced from nothing, the shards of frozen breath lifting off the ground clinking together creating a pleasant harmony of tiny crystals. A funnel of air whirled together and a beautiful unearthly woman steps from within it. Unfazed you all look to her with questions in your eyes. She looks back to you all.“There was a time when I would be greeted with terror or supplication,” she pauses and purses her lips laughing slightly”but it seems you lot are a little harder to impress, very well then, we shall see how hard your exterior really is.” She moves on air stepping slowly but covering a lot of ground, and then she is upon you all, walking through and around you, weaving in and out of all of you like a snake studying its prey.“Well then, I believe you have questions for me?” Spoiler Hide Knowledge Religion, History, Arcane, the planes and any Pseudo BBK will help you identify (or begin to) identify the creature before you. Nerissa balances on a paw, then his tail, back to his paw, then to a blue arm that seems to barely be there, and back to his tail, then a foot. He rarely stays in one balance for more than a few seconds, as if her were being buffeted by an invisible force. In truth, he is moving with the natural energy of the universe, not attempting to resist it, even through ignorance of it. Around his body, there is a lightly shimmering blue field, semi-tangible. It moves with him, as if it wear a suit of armor. It vaguely resembles a gray render, though it is significantly smaller. A tail made of similar material followed his own, though it was definitely infertile, not mammalian. He turns to the being who materialized before the group." It is not what we are made of, but how we work with the material at hand,"he says with a grin." I believe the most obvious question to be why have you gathered us here. We are all creatures of flesh, and you are a creature of energy. What reason could you have for requiring our services?" A figure garbed in black cloak was standing relatively still close to the materialized being. Not a lot of his features could be discerned, due to his clothing and the arrangement of his hair that framed the side of his face. However, the pointed tips of his ears, peeking from the cloak's collar, suggest even lineage. Upon closer inspection, he appeared to be looking intently at the materialized angelic being. It wasn't so hard to notice, considering that his eyes were the only ones that weren't completely covered by the cloak. There was nothing really unusual or spectacular with his appearance, aside from the mystery brought about by his covered visage. No traces of magic can be detected from his presence, either. Spoiler Hide By that I just meant he has his Perm-AMF on, where some buffs are suppressed (cast before AMF activated) and some are layered on top of the AMF (cast after AMF activated, via Initiate of Myntra). The elf, who is referred to as Fine, eyed the being curiously, and marveled at her beauty. He wasn't even sure if the being is bound by the natural laws of gender, but it reminded him of a fellow female Shinobi, who also literally resembled an angel, back in his world. He remained silent after the feline creature--he was guessing a cat folk, but he could be wrong--started questioning the angelic being, and just waited for the being to answer. To those without superior sight, Harvest Moon appears as a young maiden elf, perfectly calm and collected with her eyes closed. She hovers just off the surface, as if her feet deign to touch solid ground. It seems as if a gentle breeze constantly surrounds her, and the air near her is crisp, clean and fresh, occasionally sparkling with what appears to be intangible droplets of water. Those close to her can feel a pervasive magical aura of peace and joy, and of retribution for hostilities. She inclines her head politely in the direction of the being before her, the woman's approach eliciting very little reaction from Harvest Moon. Her elf body does not actually display a reaction. Folks w/ true seeing:Spoiler Hide I don't recall exactly how many of us have True Seeing, but I assume that bypasses the elf form I'm using. Her Unicorn form has a pristine coat of white fur, a mane and tail that roil with several different pastel colors, and hooves and a horn of purest white. As the woman approaches, the unicorn's violet eyes follow the woman, deep in thought. IOC Rolls:Spoiler Hide Arcane: [roll0] Hugh yeah my lowest knowledge Religion: [roll1] The Planes: [roll2] KharondThe human known as Harold stands as still as stone, clad in simple garments made from cotton, consisting of a plain shirt and loose pants, tattered but clean. A brown cloak of ankle length is worn over his shoulders, matched with a similarly colored hood, casting a shadow on his face. The rest of his body that can be seen is unadorned, only his tanned skin contrasting with his white garments. His face is calm, not displaying any emotion, still as the rest of his body, except two dark brown pools wandering from each being present other than himself. As still as his outward appearance is, so is his mind in motion. Questions arise, with the obvious being the gathering of this particular group. The three beings standing alongside him here are not necessarily just ordinary creatures. Though mortals, they have long since passed the limits of life and death that binds every being of mortal flesh, at the cusp of achieving immortality or even godhood. Nerissa, the feline ascetic warrior monk, standing tall and proud, the even Shinobi Fine, clad in black robes and wrapped in mystery, and the Unicorn saint known as Harvest Moon, appearing in her even form; they have no doubt cast their stones in the big ocean, and their ripples have reached far and wide, and certainly he has heard of them. Forces to be reckoned with, all three possessing powers he knows to be greater than his own, he who has achieved quite a considerable amount of his own. For them to be standing here all at once could only be an omen of great things to come. Good or bad, he could only hope to guess, but it will surely be great. And the other being present there, the one that had summoned them here. A herald perhaps of some higher being, surely it is not acting on its own. Or maybe it is, it does not matter. He had long given up on the reason he was brought here; brought is the word he would like to use, for he had felt coming here was something he had no control over, it was something he just knew he had to do. Not that he had not tried to pry with his abilities, but apparently the veil is too much for his capabilities to peer into. Now, it was just a matter of moving forward and riding the waves, so to speak. He stares at the majestic form, that of a maiden of otherworldly beauty, and begins to speak." Oh, but indeed you deserve to be greeted with supplication,"breaking his statuesque posture with a low bow. Recovering, he continues,"And my question would be, to what name might I address our host?" Spoiler Hide K. Religion Sgt; or = 80 K. History Sgt; or = 120 K. Arcane Sgt; or = 140 K. the planes Sgt; or = 90 In those dusty tomes of the long forgotten area of the library you can recall those books written by the mad and idiot savants. Those tomes that would have an inkling of genius in and therefore worth perusing through. You recall the stirrings of a madman talking about the Angels of creation, not true beings as the angels of the higher planes but powers unto the Necessities of the multiverse. Those with no names and neither Good, evil, lawful or chaotic nor Neutral but everything at once. They are the heralds of gods but gods unto themselves and higher than those of divinity. These are the angels of creation and of the Will and Destiny. Anything lower A supremely powerful creature that resembles an Angel but is not. She giggles as she moves around you stopping before the whole group, her feet pointing down as if she were standing on the very tips of her big toes. Her face flushed, and she bought her hand up to her mouth as if she were a porcelain princess of some ancient royal court." Me?"she asked, "Why I have no name, but I serve the will of the multiverse, the shape of the cosmos." She smiles, and you begin to feel yourself falling within her golden eyes, even those of you who live a celibate life feel the carnal stirrings within you and find it hard to control yourself." I am in service of another, one whose power is vast even if the cosmos were to be unraveled before you like a carpet."she stops suddenly and her face flashes red again, as if she were embarrassed." Oh dear, where are my manners? You asked me a question, and I almost ignored you." As she talks her hair moves as if she were floating in a pool of water, a serene feeling emanates from her, and you find your self calming, realizing that you were actually tense in the first place. Something that makes you realize a sliver of her power if she could affect you as such. She brings her hand to her chest palm inwards"I didn't bring you here, I am merely the messenger, your guide per se, to the realm where you will meet him."she stops and purses her lips as if to say she had said too much already." Have you met gods before?"she asks suddenly. And then just as suddenly waves her hand dismissing the question,"Of course you have, what a silly thing to ask, you all are budding divinity, awaiting the chance to ascend I'm sure of it!" She finishes laughing a pretty little laugh." Well then, are you all ready?" Fine tried recalling what this powerful being might be, but even in the deepest recesses of his mind the only thing he could remember was that this was a very powerful supreme being--resembling the angels themselves, but definitely not the same. Indeed, he realized, any conceivable knowledge about beings like this fall beyond the hands of mortals. My mind cannot fathom what this being is after all... Should I divine further then? No. This herald seems to be protected by the gods themselves anyway. If Myntra bids me not to know, then so shall it be... at least for now. Finally, Fine decided to break his silence. He parted the cloak's high collar to reveal his full visage, which looks nothing extraordinary at all for an elf. He then replied,"No identity at all? Does the one whom you answer to not address you one way or another?" He paused for a moment to contemplate on what he said, which is while (he finds) unthinkable for beings in such an entirely higher order, may not actually be impossible--not unusual, even. He then continued,"I figured our mere presence here indicates that we are more or less already prepared for the task at hand." Nerissa continues rotating in place, eventually coming to rest on the tip of the pseudo-tail following his. Crossing his legs, he begins swaying, like a reed in a breeze." I believe nothing will truly prepare us for what lies ahead of us. However, we should be prepared well enough to face whatever comes our way." Sharonda, so I was right on that account. Very well, let us see if we can get to know who this maiden serves, and for what purpose we are all gathered here." I believe the others have spoken the truth. We are here. We are ready. In whatever sense that we could ever hope to be prepared for this,"he adds with a smile. The angelic being purses her lips and smiles as if she were a rueful whore about to quench the lust of a favorite customer. She brings both hands to her side and the air starts to shimmer, the very color drains from everything falling down the mountainside like rainwater in a storm. Everything you see starts to break apart, as if the very world was being torn asunder by the power of this great being fore you. The sky before you cracks open and a chunk falls down revealing a pitch black nothingness beyond. Everywhere reality is cracking and tearing, part of a cloud falls and plummets between you smashing into another chunk of reality on its way down. Where you stand is the only stable rock of reality, something you are keenly aware of being a most profound simile. And then as if you were there all along everything is gone, the rock beneath replaced by the coalescing cosmos of everything, the soup of chaos and the raw power of law battling in an ever ending clash of power. You quickly realize you are floating and not by your own means, slowly you exert your will only to realize nothing you control is working anymore. But yet you float still. And then your minds eye bursts open, and you can see what is real. Worlds beyond count in their infancy are forming with vague humanoid shapes tending them. The Ether of the void between worlds swirls around you like a hungry serpent, seeking out anything to consume. You reel from a sudden shock of knowledge, thoughts, emotions and feelings orgasm in your mind. It is all you can do to just experience it, moaning slightly from the experience. Your conscious thought slowly returns, every so slowly. And you realize you are floating in the nothingness of the Multiverses Ether, where worlds, gods and intelligence was created. A place only the most powerful can visit and even then with Epic protection in place. As your will slowly returns to you, you realize you are merely lying there like a queer fool at court, as if on a stream of salt water washing away with the current like a piece of flotsam. And then something is near you, between, all around you. It's not hard to feel the divine presence, you yourself have a glimmer and to connect is instantly made. But this presence is much more than the norm. You have met gods before, but this feels different. This is overpowering and as you recall the last vestiges of you will power you realize you are in the presence of a supremely divine being. Turning you see a swirling mass of Light, feel the sight of a warm and gentle smile and then a handsome man stands before. He is dressed in plain white clothe, woven wool gray as the day is long. His hair is short and brown, a Locke falling over one eye in a casual nonplussed manner. He is a man of middle age and medium build, if you were to see such a man you might not even notice him in a crowd, if it were not for the immense feeling of power that emanated from him. And those eyes...those eyes of pure gold that shed light everywhere he looked, but it wasn't bright, blinding light, it was warm and comforting. He looks at all of you and smiles. You all suddenly know, inexplicably, that you are in the presence of AO. My Children. It is a pleasure to meet you. I have not been in this form for a millennia. It feels. Good. I have need of your services, young ones. You are needed. You will do fine. He moves to all of you at the same time and touches each of you, the warmth of his touch encompasses your being in a moment. You feel all that is good in the world in a heart beat and lose your breath and will power again as if you were a mere babe at your mothers' teat. Go, and be my champions You blink, and you are on a dusty road, next to those others who were on top of the mountain. KharondClosing his eyes, Harold breathes a deep breath and exhales slowly. He tries to remember the feeling of standing in the presence of the All Powerful Father. So that was AO. He is indeed different; his mere presence could humble any creature in the known worlds. But not different from the other gods, he likes to be cryptic with what they like us to do for them. He opens his eyes and looks around, trying to find anything familiar with their current location, but it seems he has never been here. Or he could have forgotten. Probably the latter, he thinks to himself. A city on top of a nearby hill catches his attention, and he begins to walk his way towards it. Might as well start there. The sudden unfolding of events, most of which Fine once thought of as a mere theoretical possibility, left him struck with sheer amazement and incredulity. The Ether that, as some believed, transcends over insignificant borders--the collective and the singular, the thoughts and the material, the reality and the illusion--were before them. The manifestation of AO, the ultimate absolute whom he previously believed as more of a concept than an actual being, was an even more awe-inspiring sight, to put it is lightly. He can't even comprehend the manner in which he experienced all of these. Did I see it with my own eyes or is it all in my head? Was it a new experience, or was it, perhaps, a distant memory I recently recovered? Moments later, Fine found himself in a dusty road along with the other three. Many more questions went through his head, but for now he decided to concentrate on the task at hand. While nothing could shake Fine's devotion and servitude to Myntra, he believes that there must be some important matters to attend to if the supposedly highest entity that is AO (presumably the father of all gods) seeks people to champion for him. Seeing the man draped in brown cloak walk towards the hill top, Fine turned to the others and spoke austerely." Seems like the details are ours to figure out, huh. Are there any other plans besides following the other master over there? Because otherwise...", with that he reached over his back to retrieve a hassled conical straw hat, and then proceeded to wear it. Spoiler Hide Epic PCs walking towards their destination, while time inefficient, just screams badass. OH, and the headgear resembles the one worn by Guy Fawkes' avatar. "All signs would indicate that we need to head for the city. And while there is time to be saved by merely folding the space, there is something about travelling the full distance that cannot be replaced." Nermissar says, beginning to walk forward, then moving sharply to the side, the forward, backward, and every other direction. It's slow progress, but he doesn't disturb the energy flow. The three of you make an interesting sight, at least to the gods and those powerful beings who know you. You walk for several moments and can feel the serenity of the area as you see young deer prancing in the forest and butterflies swimming through the air on unseen current. It was almost perfect, until you crested the hill. Before you lay a scene as if from an ancient epic poem, the city almost entirely turned to ruin smokes and sits in ashes as a creature of colossal size thrashes and stomps its way through it in a fervent rampage. Even at your elevated state, the scene still manages to knot your stomach up. Before you stands the fabledTarrasque. Hide This is not your commas Terrace, just FYI. Hardin terms of time, it had not been that long since he had been born and existed in this world. But in that short amount of time, he had acquired powers beyond that of a mortal being, and he had acquired them at such a young age. And like any youth given an opportunity, he had been thralled with that power and used it whimsically. Like breathing, it became a part of him. Whatever he could do with his powers, he did with his powers. But as time passed, he grew weary of it, and he began to appreciate the simple things, doing things how he did when he did not possess his powers. And in some cases, he could not avoid fighting without his powers. So it was all well and good. Right now, in these kinds of moments, he did not like to hurry. Nothing would be achieved with hurrying. He did not know where to go or what to do. It will all come in time. So he walks. And then he sees it. A Herculean creature making its way through the city, or what is left of it. It doesn't take him a second to recognize the fabled monster, with its two humongous horns and lizard-like appearance. Once he would have been smiling and trembling with excitement at this chance meeting with the beast. But that was all in the past." Ah, the legendary Tarrasque. I must admit I have been raring to fight one before, but unfortunately I have not met one in the past." He looks at it and the destruction in its wake. How convenient to find one here. Of course this is no coincidence. But why? This could possibly not be the purpose of their being summoned. A test? More likely. Most importantly, he has to help the people of the city. Spoiler Hide Wood. Tarrasque for the first fight, eh? This would be my first time fighting one. So how far are we from it? And how large is the city? He thinks for a few seconds on how to do so with minimum collateral damage. Preferably some way to move it away from the city in one go. I could do this...or that...but I do not have to do this alone." I guess we were brought here to take care of it. If you have any ways to do this without resulting to more damage to the city would be most appropriate. Other than killing it outright of course. Any suggestions?" Fine was appreciating the serene beauty of the surrounding scenery when they reached the peak of the hill. It was then that Fine, for the first time, caught sight of the legendary Tarrasque... He found himself smiling in anticipation. In all his journeys he'd heard various myths about it--some of which contradicts others, and a few more descriptions being just utterly ridiculous. He even heard that this monster was the one who sired the nine colossal monsters of his own homeland. He figured that it was hardly surprising if those incredible claims were true, considering this was the Tarrasque after all. But does this mean that the Tarrasque is but a mere obstruction, nuisance even, for what were up against? Fouine readied himself, clearly having no exact idea just how strong the fabled beast is. For those whose eyes see true, he suddenly appeared to have various magical and psionic energy swirling around him. He then responded in return to his companion, the man draped in the tattered brown cloak."It's hard to restrain something that big, but we might be able to mentally subdue it or send it to another dimension if I could bypass any magical protection it possesses. Any other options?" Spoiler Hide Lifting the AMF. Magical effects (SU) and other buffs (main sheet: Spell List section) now applies. Is this Tarrasque of colossal size, or is it larger? Not that Fine exactly knows the real tarrasque's size anyway. PS: Foot! Tarrasque as first combat? Seriously my best first encounter ever (and first time with a Tar too.) As Nerissa rounds the top of the hill, he feels a burst of energy hit him, as if a sudden massive release had just occurred. He'd felt similar events before, but he'd been right next to the source when it happened. Feeling the burst from this far away..." If I could get close enough, I would be able to dissipate the energy of its being into the environment, causing it to weaken and perhaps even go inert for a period. However, I would need to make contact with the beast." Finishing his statement, Nerissa digs his foot slightly into the ground and bends his knees. Harold"Maybe we could try all of that. Though if I remember correctly, the Tarrasque has defenses worthy of its legend, we could only try to find some way to subdue it for even a few moments, if only to make sure every innocent soul around the immediate vicinity is taken away to safety before we take it down. I have heard tales of your great deeds, so I believe you both can do it. I can be the distraction,"he says with a smile." Though if we could manage to move it some place where no one else gets in the way for us to not hold back, that would be better." "Let us make haste, the beast will not end its rampage without us intervening." Nermissar says before teleporting to the edge of the edge of the city. Spoiler Hide The Tarrasque+ is within 3150 feet of Nerissa, right? Harold"Oh, there he goes. Well, I am in your care, Martes foina. Please use whatever opening my attacks might provide." With that, the hooded figure's head faces the direction of the Tarrasque and the next second, he is gone. Not a moment is lost when his hooded figure appears midair. He looks down, and he is exactly where he wanted to be. He extends his left hand to his side. The surrounding air starts to become distorted and the distortion coalesces into the shape of a huge, translucent bow. The bow is easily as tall as Harold, but as he holds grasp of it, in one swift motion he has positioned it and drawn on its string like it is weightless. As soon as he draws on the bowstring, an arrow materializes in the same way as the bow did earlier. The arrow is also translucent, with a tinge of azure, similar to the bow. He controls his breath and steadies his aim, then lets fly. The first arrow's tip barely left the bow, and he has the bowstring drawn back again, and another arrow materializes in place. He lets fly again and repeats the same process 3 more times, managing to do so in only a few seconds. Spoiler Hide Greater Teleport, Psionic to teleport 5,000 feet directly above the Tarrasque. 15 PP. Free Action Shape Soul Weapon, a Great bow. Swift Action Boost, Starlight Hail - all ranged attacks this round are touch attacks. Free Action Improved Rapid Shot Full Round Action Full Attack Spoiler Hide Attack 1: (1d20+86)[103] Damage: (1d10+69)[78] Attack 2: (1d20+86)[96] Damage: (1d10+69)[70] Attack 3: (1d20+76)[79] Damage: (1d10+69)[71] Attack 4: (1d20+76)[87] Damage: (1d10+69)[77] Attack 5: (1d20+71)[79] Damage: (1d10+69)[71] Initiative: Rolled IOC. If after teleporting I only get a surprise round (so only 1 standard action) then take the first two attacks only. Fine - Main Sheet Spoiler Hide HP 1160/1160, 6(nonlethal); AC 124, Touch 100, Flat-footed 100; Fort +68, Ref +81, Will +86; STR 41, DEX 58, Con 38, Int 46, Wis 66, CIA 40; Attack 1 Unarmed Strike +79, Damage 2d10+100 ... Oh, there he goes. Well, I am in your care, Martes foina. Please use whatever opening my attacks might provide... Fine sighed as his companions quickly made their way towards the Tarrasque. On one hand, the city might require immediate aid. On the other hand......still an organized bunch we make... After witnessing one of his companions initiating the attack, Fine quickly tried to catch up and control the situation. He suddenly disappeared, leaving a vague silhouette where he stood. Time barely passed as he rematerialized. Gentle breeze happened to pass by due west, and carried away his straw hat to reveal his hideous form (Gloom). He was now standing defiantly in front of the fabled beast, almost as if he was challenging it. Spoiler Hide Swift Action: Cast Quicken/Silent Teleport, Greater(CL43) directly in front of the Tarrasque (or at least within medium-size melee range) Multispell 1: Cast Q/Twin/Repeat/Chain/Silent/Still Maze(CL43) to the Tarrasque, chaining nobody. SR Check (Original): 53 = CL43 + take 10 (arcane mastery) SR Check (Twin): 58(1d20+44)[59] = CL 43 + 1d20edit2: Fine's CL is 43, not 44. X_X If his magic works, Fine will pick up his fallenkasa (straw hat) and wear it back, while telling his companions that they should split up and look for survivors. If his magic otherwise failed... Unsurprisingly resilient to magic... let's see if this one works. Raw arcane energy briefly appeared and enveloped Fine. He then executed a swift but carefully-aimed snap kick at the Tarrasque. This should at least limit his capabilities, he thought. Spoiler Hide Multispell 2: Cast Q/Twin/Repeat/Chain/Silent/Still/Extend Heroics(CL43) on self, chaining nobody. Heroics (Original): Martial Study (Clever Positioning) Heroics (Twin): Martial Stance (Giant-Killing Style)M3: Cast Q/T/R/C/St/Si/Extend Heroics(CL43) on self, chaining nobody. Heroics (Original): Martial Study (Ballista Throw) Heroics (Twin): Martial Study (Hydra Slaying Strike)Standard Action: Initiate Hydra Slaying Strike(IL17) with an Unarmed Strike. If attack hits, the Tarrasque can't take a Full Attack on its next turn. Attack: (1d20+79)[85] (touch attack, Wraith Strike) Damage(s): (2d10+100)[110] (break down in the main sheet) (13d6)[54] sneak attack if it applies (Gloom, Fine's default form) edit: +2 damage (Eager weapon enhancement, MIC), +2d6 damage and Fine takes 1d6 damage (Vicious weapon enhancement, SRD; rolled at IOC). Additionally, reduce any SR by 2 (Shatter mantle weapon enhancement, MIC) Free: Shape change's to Elder Black Pudding if the Tarrasque tries to attack Fine TL;DR: Gain Maneuvers via Feats, Initiate a Strike that prevents a Full-Attack action Nerissa plants his four hands in the ground, flexing his feline form back, then pulls himself forward, darting across the land towards the tarrasque. As he approaches the beast, he twists between the few impacts he makes on the ground, preparing to strike. Extending two knuckles from one hand, he eyes the monster carefully, feeling the energy left in it and how much more it could take. Focusing all his momentum into a single point, he aims at the being. Spoiler Hide Free Action Use Prior Warning to know the health of the Tarrasque+. Full Round Action Performing a Blitzkrieg Strike (+4 damage/10 ft, max bonus damage is (Level*10)) with an unarmed strike. Using Fateful Excellency to have the roll be a 20 (Total result: 94), though not a natural one. Not sure if it threatens a critical, but I'll roll just to be safe. Critical Confirmation: (1d20+74)[91] Since I moved at least 20 feet, damage from the Unarmed Strike is Maximized because of Force of the Great Typhoon and Be A Man!, but not additional effects like Flaming or Frost. Here are the rolls for element effects: Flaming: (1d6)[6] Fire Damage Frost: (1d6)[5] Cold Damage Shock: (1d6)[4] Electric Damage Thundering: (1d8)[4] Sonic Damage (Only on a Critical Hit), and a DC 14 Fort Save or permanent Deafness. Assuming that I'm at least 85 feet from the tarrasque, I deal an extra 340 Damage. If I have any extra movement left after the strike (I'll have 3150 ft total to move, thanks to Cheetah's Sprint), I'll move 110 ft away, or as close to that as possible. Finally, the Unarmed Strike Damage bypasses any Extraordinary or Supernatural Damage Resistance thanks to Force of the Great Typhoon and Be A Man!. If there is Spell-Like Damage Resistance, I bypass it as long as something does (Not DR/-) thanks to Blade of the Battle Maiden. Summary: Know how much health the Tarrasque+ has left 94 Attack Roll 91 Critical Confirmation 470 Damage, 451 of which bypasses almost every kind of Damage Resistance. -19 Elemental Damage (6 Fire, 5 Cold, 4 Electric, 4 Sonic[Maybe]) -111 Damage from Unarmed Strike -340 Damage from Blitzkrieg Strike Move Away 110 ft. Harold -You fire off your barrage of translucent arrows towards the towering monster. The first one rips right through the creatures shoulder, sending flesh and carapace flying into the air, the creature barely moves, but you can see one of its tiny eyes quickly turns its attention on you. The next shot smashes through the beasts flank gouging a crevasse of blood and bone through the hide of the creature, while the others are easily dodged by the vast beast, which is seemingly capable of moving faster than you had thought. Spoiler Hide 1st and 2nd hit. Your hits were affected by DR to a considerable amount. Fine -You materialize before the beast as if in challenge and send your might in the form of magic to assail its mind. The magic is destroyed even before it reaches the great monument of destruction, and you realize it and move into your other actions. You cast your enhanced spell easily able to awe even the most learned arch mages in the verse. Moving slightly and adjusting your stances you prepare to deliver what should be a crushing blow to the titan of terror. But your attack fails to land as the beast moves to avoid the attacks from Harold. Nermissar - You run towards the great creature and slam into it with the force of natures wrath, your attack almost bowls the creature over from the sheer force of it. The elemental affects spark and skitter across its hide but fizzle into nothingness. Your insight into the workings of the verse reveal knowledge unto your senses not available to the others. Spoiler Hide HP: 3168/2639 And no, that was not a CRT (must roll Nat) Tarrasque -The tarrasque almost looks amused for a moment, like a lizard looking at several morsels of food, but then it lunges towards Fine, who promptly turns into a black pudding as the creatures mouth envelops you in an attempt to swallow you. Bite - (1d20+127)[131]Damage - (4d8+87)[112]Cannot grapple due to huge size of Fine. Horns - (1d20+122)[133]Damage - (1d10+87)[88]Horns - (1d20+122)[138]Damage - (1d10+87)[88]claws - (1d20+122)[123]Damage - (1d12+87)[89]claws - (1d20+122)[135]Damage - (1d12+87)[95]Tail Slap - (1d20+122)[138]Damage - (3d8+87)[97]It's teeth sink into you with ease but cannot get a hold due to your large size, frustrated and with the strength of a mountain, it continues to go at you with all its might. You can all see that its wounds all healed a considerable amount. Fine - Main Sheet Spoiler Hide Hydra Form: HP 1046/1160, 3(nonlethal); AC 124153 [changes: -17(Dex->24) + 34(Dodge-Sgt;ImpCombatExpertise) + 10(-;Defending) - 2(Size-Sgt;Huge) + 4(Naturalist;Hydra)], Touch 100125, Flat-footed 100112; Fort +68+63, Ref +81+64, Will +86+37; STR 4132, DEX 5824, Con 3829, Int 46, Wis 66, CIA 40; Attack 12 Bites +54 [28(Wisest;Class) + 28(Wisest;Intuitive Attack) - 2(Size-Sgt;Huge)], Damage 1d10+78[28(Wisest;Class) + 22(FerocityOfSanguineRage) + 17 (Prescience, Offensive) + 11 (STR bonus)] What happened to the subdural plan then? Fouine thought after seeing his companion leave after attacking the beast. Nonetheless, Fine took the momentary distraction and made an attack himself. After that, he anticipated the onslaught that was about to befall him, but the beast's retaliation turned out to be much worse than that. His transformation kept the Tarrasque from consuming him, but then a full-fledged assault came afterward. If not for the Tarrasque's legendary renown, he would've kept on wondering how such flawless (or used to be such) ability was simply ignored. Such dreadful beast you are, to ignore even the methods of the Sublime Way... If brute force is the only thing capable of penetrating your defenses, then so be it... Fouine then transformed into a terrible twelve-headed beast, although for a fleeting moment he appeared to have reverted to his even form prior to that. The sight would be terrible to behold, if it weren't for the Tarrasque who dwarfs it at least tenfold. He slightly changed his stance, opting for a more defensive form. Serpentine forms feel awful...reminds me of that vile madman, thought Fine as he lunged forward, each of the head taking a bite out of the Tarrasque's carapace. Spoiler Hide Free: Restart Impressing Field as Impressing Field (transmutation)(CL42) to suppress Shape change(CL42); Use Cunning Breach (Factotum) to ignore Tarrasque's DR and SR for this turn (-2 inspiration points) Swift: Cast Quicken Heal(CL18) to self (heals 150) Multispell 1: Cast Silent/Still/Q/Rapid/Twin/Repeat (repeat won't work though) Replicate Casting(CL43) replicating Heal (heals 300 = 150*2) Multispell 2: Cast Si/St/Q/Ra/T/Re Teller's Bruneau(CL43) to recover this spell and Greater Teleport (from last round) Multispell 3: Cast Si/St/Q/Ra/T/Re Teller's Bruneau(CL43) to recover this spell and Replicate Casting Free: End Impressing Field; Shape changes to 12-headed Hydra; Last turn's Repeated Spells: Spoiler Hide Maze (orig): no SR check; still prone to spell/magic immunity Maze (twin): no SR check; still prone to spell/magic immunity Heroics(CL 43): Orig(Combat Expertise); Twin (Improved Combat Expertise) Heroics(CL 43): Orig(Lobular's Gambit*); Twin (Intuitive Attack) *c.o. Hydra's bonus Combat Reflexes; DM's ruling on Hydra's interaction with Combat Reflexes and Lobular's Gambit Free: Use Improved Combat Expertise, trading +34atk to +34ac(dodge); Use Defending weapon enhancement, trading +10atk to +10ac Standard: 12 Bites +54 melee 1d10+78+2d6; Cunning Breach ignores DR Spoiler Hide Touch ATK 1: (1d20+54)[61]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[68]; DMG: (1d10+78)[84]+(2d6)[3]; Recoil: (1d6)[6] Touch ATK 2: (1d20+54)[59]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[59]; DMG: (1d10+78)[85]+(2d6)[8]; Recoil: (1d6)[2] Touch ATK 3: (1d20+54)[61]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[71]; DMG: (1d10+78)[84]+(2d6)[10]; Recoil: (1d6)[2] Touch ATK 4: (1d20+54)[58]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[70]; DMG: (1d10+78)[86]+(2d6)[6]; Recoil: (1d6)[2] Touch ATK 5: (1d20+54)[70]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[67]; DMG: (1d10+78)[87]+(2d6)[8]; Recoil: (1d6)[4] Touch ATK 6: (1d20+54)[56]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[58]; DMG: (1d10+78)[79]+(2d6)[9]; Recoil: (1d6)[5] Touch ATK 7: (1d20+54)[65]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[57]; DMG: (1d10+78)[88]+(2d6)[7]; Recoil: (1d6)[3] Touch ATK 8: (1d20+54)[58]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[62]; DMG: (1d10+78)[85]+(2d6)[11]; Recoil: (1d6)[1] Touch ATK 9: (1d20+54)[74]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[57]; DMG: (1d10+78)[79]+(2d6)[8]; Recoil: (1d6)[6] Touch ATK 10: (1d20+54)[59]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[66]; DMG: (1d10+78)[83]+(2d6)[6]; Recoil: (1d6)[4] Touch ATK 11: (1d20+54)[58]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[74]; DMG: (1d10+78)[79]+(2d6)[7]; Recoil: (1d6)[1] Touch ATK 12: (1d20+54)[63]; CRT(if applies): (1d20+54)[55]; DMG: (1d10+78)[87]+(2d6)[9]; Recoil: (1d6)[3] Move: Dimension Door, Greater to 135ft. Away IF the Tarrasque somehow immediately tried to attack in response to Fine's own attacks. (i.e. something like Lobular's Gambit/Karmic Strike) TL;DR: Heal, Recover Spells, Gain Feats, Attack as a Hydra KharondThe hooded figure of Harold watches the events below him. Even they could not pierce its magical defenses. Guess all that is left is to attack. But this one is surprisingly agile, he thinks to himself. Let us see how you react to this. He draws his bow yet again, and another translucent arrow appears in his hand. This time, he lets his psychic energies flow into the arrow." For the crime of mindless destruction, the Verdict is guilty,"he utters as he lets fly the arrow. Immediately as it leaves his hand, the arrow disappears, only to reappear the moment before it hits its target. Spoiler Hide Free Action Improved Rapid Shot Immediate Action Activate Mark of Justice, Shape and Name (+20 damage, ignore DR) Spoiler Hide Mark of Justice Shape: (Ex) Once per encounter, as an immediate action, you can pronounce judgment on a creature who does damage to you or to one of your allies. You gain an insight bonus equal to your initiator level on damage rolls against that creature for the rest of the encounter. Name: (Ex) When you pronounce judgment on a creature, you may ignore any form of Damage Reduction that the creature possesses for the rest of the encounter. Free Action Spend 3 PP each shot to activate Phase Shot (attacks are touch attacks AND against flat-footed target) Energy Shot (add +1 weapon die force damage when psionically focused) Full round Action Full Attack Spoiler Hide Attack 1: (1d20+86)[96] Damage: (1d10+89)[90] + (1d10)[2] Attack 2: (1d20+86)[97] Damage: (1d10+89)[95] + (1d10)[10] Attack 3: (1d20+86)[96] Damage: (1d10+89)[99] + (1d10)[7] Attack 4: (1d20+86)[106] Damage: (1d10+89)[94] + (1d10)[5] Attack 5: (1d20+81)[82] Damage: (1d10+89)[91] + (1d10)[3] Attack 6: (1d20+81)[92] Damage: (1d10+89)[98] + (1d10)[3] Attack 7: (1d20+76)[93] Damage: (1d10+89)[91] + (1d10)[1] Attack 8: (1d20+76)[83] Damage: (1d10+89)[93] + (1d10)[2] Attack 9: (1d20+71)[76] Damage: (1d10+89)[99] + (1d10)[5] Attack 10: (1d20+71)[77] Damage: (1d10+89)[99] + (1d10)[5] Nerissa twists to face the massive being. It will take much to fell this being. Perhaps the process could accelerate. Charging again at the beast, a dark blue series of lines seems to start at Nerissa's fists, going back along his hands then dissipating. As he makes contact with the creature, he makes multiple flips and strikes before darting off again. At each impact, a flash of blue seems to emerge then disappear. Spoiler Hide Full-Round Action Charge, then use Flurry of Blows at the end of the charge (Swift as the Coursing River allows a Full Attack at the end of a charge), have the maximum possible damage converted to WIS and CIA drain using Conclusion Pursuing Approach, then Spring Attack to 110 ft away. Non-Elemental Damage is Maximized. Critical Confirmations and Sonic Damage from Thundering will be rolled in IOC if it comes up. Attack 1 Spoiler Hide To Hit: (1d20+76)[93] Damage: 111 Bludgeoning, Bypasses any non Spell like DR (1d6)[5] Fire (1d6)[1] Cold (1d6)[3] Electric Attack 2 Spoiler Hide To Hit: (1d20+76)[85] Damage: 111 Bludgeoning, Bypasses any non Spell like DR (1d6)[2] Fire (1d6)[1] Cold (1d6)[4] Electric Attack 3 Spoiler Hide To Hit: (1d20+76)[95] Damage: 111 Bludgeoning, Bypasses any non Spell like DR (1d6)[6] Fire (1d6)[5] Cold (1d6)[2] Electric Attack 4 Spoiler Hide To Hit: (1d20+71)[74] Damage: 111 Bludgeoning, Bypasses any non Spell like DR (1d6)[6] Fire (1d6)[6] Cold (1d6)[5] Electric Attack 5 Spoiler Hide To Hit: (1d20+66)[69] Damage: 111 Bludgeoning, Bypasses any non Spell like DR (1d6)[4] Fire (1d6)[5] Cold (1d6)[1] Electric Attack 6 Spoiler Hide To Hit: (1d20+61)[65] Damage: 111 Bludgeoning, Bypasses any non Spell like DR (1d6)[5] Fire (1d6)[4] Cold (1d6)[6] Electric In the event of a Natural 1 on Attack Rolls, I get a reroll. (Fateful Excellency) Spoiler Hide Reroll for Attack 1:(1d20+76)[85] Reroll for Attack 2:(1d20+76)[92] Reroll for Attack 3:(1d20+76)[79] Reroll for Attack 4:(1d20+71)[77] Reroll for Attack 5:(1d20+66)[73] Reroll for Attack 6:(1d20+61)[73] Not counting elemental damage/critical, that gives a total of 666 Damage, translating to 66 WIS and CIA drain and 6 damage. If the Tarrasque+ takes any drain, it also requires a DC 93 Will Save or be Stunned for one round. Free Action/Automatic Things Use Prior Warning to check HP. Speed Armor gives a total of +22 to AC, for a total AC of 106 Total Effects Now 110 ft away in a different direction. Dealt 6 bludgeoning damage, and 66 WIS and CIA drain Check HP total AC is 106 Spoiler Hide Should I not even bother rolling elemental damage? It looks like it won't do anything to the Tarrasque+ In order of initiative:Fine -Your repeated spells still have no effect against the beast, even with you calling upon your intuition and insight. This behemoth must have innate resilience versus such things. But your change is complete and your heads all com crashing down upon it, tearing chunks and gouging flesh from the great mound of terror before you. The Tarrasque howls in fury and pain as purple and red actor slough down its shiny carapace and onto the floor in torrents. Spoiler Hide All attacks hit. Ouch. Nerissa -Nerissa comes running like the blur of reality, all time and space pausing to take in a breath as you pass. You literally runthroughthe great beast, tearing a man size whole through its lower back and bowling it over to its knees. A small wonder that the thing is still standing. Spoiler Hide All hit. Ouch... Again. Harold -Eyeing the beast you knock your eldritch arrows and let loose a volley to block the very sun, they all fly a few feet from you and then disappear inches from the great beasts head where they all punch through its skull dropping the great abomination to the floor with a crescendo of victory. The floor shakes and dust splays out for a hundred yards or so. Spoiler Hide All hit. Holy cow! Apparently DR 50 is not enough It is obvious however that the beast is not simply slain, as the torn flesh starts to re-knit itself with alarming speed. You have all seen regeneration before (and some of you may even have it) but not at this rate, this is supernatural (or beyond supernatural...?) FouineFouine thoroughly felt the tremor caused by the Legendary Beast falling to the ground, but reverted to his accustomed form nonetheless." We better search for--", his relief was cut short by the sight of torn Tarrasque flesh reassembling themselves. Did we miss something? Does it have any weaknesses at all? Fouine, with aid from his deity, focused momentarily to remember the minutest detail from experiences that could possibly tell how to vanquish the beast once and for all. Spoiler Hide Cast Divine Insight (+15 insight bonus to Knowledge (Arcane)) Cast Surge of Fortune (discharge to auto-20 on Knowledge (Arcane)) Knowledge (Arcane): 64 = 20+29+15; to recall knowledge on how to kill a Tarrasque PS Spoiler Hide After this encounter I'd probably use Psychic Reformation to quickly change a power or two (and a spell or two?) selection, and some metamagic feat selection (I also fudged feat allocation, and turned out I have one floating feat slot somewhere) Fine will relay the method of vanquishing the Tarrasque to his companions if he cannot do it on his own, but otherwise he will do it himself. If he didn't figure out how, he will ask his companions if they know how. KharondSeeing the combined attacks had brought down the legendary creature, Harold lets his bow dissipate and dips his hand into a hole in the air that appeared out of nowhere. The hole disappears as he draws out a large sword. Swinging the sword around to feel its weight and balance, he starts do descend, accelerating into a dive. A little explosion of displaced air erupts as he stops himself a few feet above the Tarrasque's body, hovering in place before floating down near his comrades. He inspects the creature's unmoving body, only to find the effects of a seemingly active regenerative ability." Ah, it seems the battle against the Tarrasque is not won even when you bring it down,"he quips. He racks his brain. What could they do to overcome this monster's final defenses? He channels his inner energies to his mind, enhancing his mental faculties, allowing him to draw upon the knowledge he has ever known, and even tap upon the echoes of knowledge from the Astral Plane. Spoiler Hide Manifest Hypercognition (-15 PP) to find out how to kill the Tarrasque. Manifesting your power your brain goes into overdrive, and you notice even the slightest change in the air pressure before your eyes, the wind swirling and the pulse of life refusing to leave from the great beast before you. You quickly realize that a wish or Miracle will be required to suppress the creatures ability, and then you will be able to kill it finally. KharondDissipating his mental energies, Harold opens his eyes and looks at his comrades." As I feared, this regenerative power can only be overcome by direct intervention of a daily, or perhaps if one wielded arcane powers to alter reality." FouineAfter hearing of the Tarrasque's weakness courtesy of his companion, Fine knew what he had to do." Perhaps I could request such aid from my patron goddess, the Mother of all Magic. Let us hope that she wills it...." With that, he made unusual hand gesture as he mumbled words incorrigible to those unlearned of the mystic arts. Upon closer inspection, one can see the three dots surrounding his left eye's pupil spin rapidly in a clockwise direction. Great mother Myntra, your humble servant asks for your intervention in our mortal affairs. May this legendary beast that we have slain be finally put to its eternal rest... Spoiler Hide Requesting Miracle from Myntra (Ignores Material Component; Loses 5k XP if it is a very powerful request) You call upon the mighty aid of your god, a being who you actually know personally, and you feel her presence amidst you almost instantly. The feeling of happiness and joy abounds, and you can sense she is deeply satisfied by your actions. A spiral of stars shimmers from within Fine and burst forth in a helix surrounding the behemoth that was almost stirring. Blinking for just a moment, and then they were gone as was the feeling of your divine patron. The beast before you has stopped moving, and can easily see it is dead. And right before your eyes the very flesh of the thing starts to crumple, fall and disintegrate, whole rends of flesh and hide start to fall in on itself and burn into nothingness. Within moments nothing but what was in the creatures gullet remains. And oh what did the thing eat. Several chunks of rock, obviously tore from buildings sit half digested, lying around, under or over it are the remains of dozens of people. And underneath some gore is a flicker of gold, the shine of something reflecting in the sun. Digging deeper you retrieve this item with radiates a magical aura you have never seen before, power beyond those of the divine reach. You suddenly realize you are holding a legendary item of ancient power, a true artifact. Spoiler Hide The item is a small disk no bigger than a hand, it has fine detailed runes on the underside and the top is worn smooth. KharondSeeing that the legendary creature is finally put to rest, Harold dismisses his weapon into a pocket dimension he summoned earlier, then moves forward to the pile of flesh and stone that was the Tarrasque's meal. Saying his silent prayers to the many lifeless bodies, the ascetic warrior moves towards the source of the glinting object and picks it up. He studies it closely, pouring over the runes and delves into his mind to see if he knows what it was. Spoiler Hide Arcane: (1d20+56)[60] Recalling through the annals and dusty tomes of ancient civilizations long gone, you can recall an image sketched by a few insane organists, even a Binder by the name of Eric the Black has drawn this item in his books' binder, but nothing more. It truly is an enigma to you and your vast memory and knowledge. Harold"Curious. I do not seem to recall what this is, nor what these runes say. Can any of you decipher it, or know what the object itself is?"he asks as he hands over the object to the nearest of the others. As he does so, he focuses his inner energy and tries to read the lingering psychic impressions on the item to find out who it belonged to. Spoiler Hide Spend 3 PP to manifest Object Reading. Concentrating for 5 minutes at least or how long the others take to examine the object. "It's truly embarrassing to admit that while I have background in the arts of magic, divining never was my strong point. Might I take a look at it, nonetheless?", whispered Fine. He reached out for the disk-shaped figure to examine it closely. His arcane-augmented vision sought for any hints of magic emanating from the object. And with the aid of his monastic knowledge and some magic, he tried remembering any such references with the object. If he wasn't able to find any information of value. He hands back to the others, saying "Well, looks like I cannot be of help this time. Of course, a good divination or clairsentience ability might be helpful in this scenario..." Spoiler Hide Greater Arcane Sight: just to see whether there are any magical emanations, and their corresponding schools/strengths if any. Cloistered Cleric Lore: 72 = 17(Cleric Level)+2 (History bonus)+18 (Int)+15 (Divine Insight)+20 (Surge of Fortune) not so different with Harold's check so it will most likely fail as well.

Worlds Apart (IC)|rating:4.0

The Quiet Neighborly Stalker [Midnight Sky and CrazEGrl]

Narrow dark brown eyes scanned over the field as her tanned face pressed itself against the steel of the fence. A quiet sigh exited out of her full lips as she grinned happily, watching her love jog up and down the green grass. Her eyes never left him as he zigzagged across the field with the ball in her big, strong hands. Her mind soon left the field, thinking of those very same hands touching her, holding her, and stroking her. Closing her eyes slowly, she widened her grin across her lips and hugged herself, nearly believing the fantasy. However, reality smacked her hard across the face when she opened her eyes again, seeing that he was still far from her and not even glancing her way. Myra and Shawn had been neighbors ever see had moved there about six years again, when she was only ten. Ever since spotting him playing in his backyard with his father, she knew that there was something special about him. Despite having very strong feelings for him, she has never approached him about her feelings and has only shown her affections from afar. She has followed his football career religiously since the first time she saw him. She has after school specifically for his practices and has watched every single one. Furthermore, she has gone to all of his games, whether at home or away. As he continued to high school, she continued to follow him, watching his practices and all his games. Now that his a senior and having many colleges look at him, Myra has found ways to travel to all the camps he has been, despite any of distances. Her love for him is shown through her dedication to his sport and his career. It was for a good reason that her love was never openly expressed…or a good reason in her mind. She was never miss popular in junior high and high school. He had always been the football star and always in the limelight. He barely recognized her besides as that neighbor girl. She was quiet and very standoffish especially in crowds, and he is always surrounded by those. She figured that they would never mesh, but her feelings told her otherwise. Myra brushed strand of her curly chocolate colored hair out of her and continued to watch her love, Shawn. She curled her fingers into the fence and pressed her face harder into the fence, watching all the muscles in his body. Sighing suddenly, she realized that he being a senior in high school and she is only a sophomore, she was going to lose him to college (for many schools were looking at him; she knew them all by heart). Her heart ached at the thought of losing him, never being able to see him as often as she did now. She knew that before he left, he would have to become hers and hers forever. Otherwise, there was a strong chance that another would pick him up fairly quickly. Shawn was in the middle of one of the practice drills when his best friend Tony looked over and saw the same girl he had seen for the past week or two sitting by the fence watching Shawn. He knew she was watching Shawn because she followed him home and her eyes followed his every movement. Shawn got done with the drill and walked over to his friend Tony." Dude that girl over there by the fence has been watching you for a long time a couple of weeks even she has come to every practice just to watch you I think." Tony said as Shawn gave a small laugh." Dude Tony your crazy you see her I doubt she is here for me because she probably thinks she isn't good enough for me, and I'm too good for her, so I highly doubt she is here for me. Well I'm going to go get a drink of water." Shawn said as he walked over to where the water jugs were sitting, and he grabbed the one with his last name "Faust" on it. He took his helmet off and poured some of the water on his face and then drank some. Once he was done he pushed the top back down and shook his head and let the excess water fly off. He thought it would be fun to mess with this fence girl and to see if she was actually there for him so he put his helmet on but didn't strap it up and as he past her, he waved to her. Myra slightly cheered when Shawn finished his drill with perfection that only he could achieve. She sighed slightly and smiled at him, even though she knew that he probably was not even noticing her. However, her attention switched drastically to a guy who was standing next to Shawn as he began to talk with him. Myra made a mental note to get more information on the face, just in case he was another that Shawn talked with often. She knew of most his friends and associations; however, the helmet made it hard to for her to tell distinctively. Suddenly then Shawn began to walk away from the other guy and headed towards the water station. She held her breath as he neared her, for that was one of the few times when she would get a close look at him. The water washed over his face as he poured directly over his head. Her eyes glittered at his image. She then saw that he closed the water bottle and placed back on his helmet. However, he did not strap it up and then neared her. She could feel a hot blush coming up onto her cheeks and she instantly turned a deep red when he waved at her. She waved back shyly and said very quietly, “Hi Shawn.” Shawn saw her sadly wave back at him knowing that she would have taken it seriously and then the worst thing ever could have happened." Hi Shawn!" He heard and then everyone on the football field turned to see where the voice came from and Shawn threw his hands up in the air and on the top of his helmet, and then he grabbed the cage of his helmet and bent down in shame. Everyone caught site of the girl, and they laughed knowing that she was another one of the so-called stalkers Shawn had, and this girl wasn't even as good as the others which made it funnier than usual." Alright guys enough laughing at the girl practice is over go home get some sleep and be ready for morning practice tomorrow." The coach said as Shawn kept his pads on and just stood there as all his fellow teammates walked by him laughing and saying stupid shit. Then Tony walked by." I told you so." Tony said as he walked off. Shawn still humiliated started to slowly walk off the field towards his car in shame. Thinking that she had spoken the words quietly and discreetly, her excitement got the best of her and she slightly shouted the words. Myra could feel the blush creeping up on her cheeks again. She hugged herself in the shame and slowly started to sink away from the fence, knowing how it made Shawn feel. She turned away and started to head back home, not even waiting to follow Shawn. She arrived home quietly, her mother was gone to work, and it appeared from the note on the table that her father had gone to the local sports bar to watch the college football games that would be on. He had left her some money for pizza and a kind little note. She sighed heavily, still ashamed that she had embarrassed Shawn. She figured that he would never love her as she loved him now. He would probably never forgive her. Undressing herself and changing into her nightgown, she crawled slowly into bed and tucked herself into the covers and slept with dreams and fantasies of him. Shawn made his way home and went into his house and shut the door and locked it behind him. Both his parents where at work for the night. Shawn walked into his house in gym shorts and left all his school and football stuff in his car. He walked upstairs, and his cell phone started going nuts with calls and texts about the football field girl. Shawn undressed himself and stepped in the shower for a quick shower.15 minutes later Shawn got out of the shower and dried himself off, he walked out into his room naked and grabbed a pair of silk boxers and slipped them on before he flipped on his TV and feel on to his bed exhausted and eventually feel asleep. Rays of sun began to tease her through the blinds as Myra felt the slightly warm sun across her slowly wakening face. She blinked her eyes open and then yawned, smiling to herself at the dreams of last night. She realized that they were dreams, but any thought about Shawn holding her and cuddling her made her happy. Rising from the bed, Myra quickly showered and dressed herself in a simple black shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. She brushed her dark brown hair in the mirror and then once finished, she raced down the stairs to grab a quick bite of food before heading off to school with her father. The ride was relatively short, but it seemed to be ages for her because she wanted to beat Shawn to see in order to watch him park and then follow him around cautiously in order not to spook him. She has been quite good at it and growing bolder and bolder each time, but never has her courage reached the point where she wanted to speak to him. Shrugging her shoulders, she walked to the student parking lot and sat patiently, waiting for Shawn to pull up into his usual spot, which was always open specifically for him. She pulled out her doughnut she had grabbed earlier and began to eat. Shawn woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock and hit the top of it to turn it off. He sleepily got out of bed and got dressed in a nice casual navy blue shirt and some worn type jeans and his sandals. Shawn walked downstairs and grabbed a quick bite before he left and waved to his parents and told them he was off to school. Shawn got in his car and made his way to school. Shawn hated changing in the locker room in the morning and totally forgot he had morning practice today since he had gym first period so he didn't dress in his gym clothes. Shawn parked in his spot and got out and popped his trunk open. Shawn grabbed his workout clothes out of his football bag and looked around before he changed in the parking lot not seeing anybody around. Shawn put his school clothes in his trunk and shut it after he grabbed his book bag. Shawn stretched and then made his way into the school and to the locker room. Myra had taken a few bites out of her doughnut when she noticed that Shawn’s car had pulled into the parking lot. She moved a little lower to the ground and watched him, seeing him for the first time that day. It made her smile with excitement, knowing that he wasn’t sick or hurt or anything of that sort. She took another bite out of her doughnut as she widened her eyes to see him changing in the parking lot. Despite the fact that she has seen him do it many times, it still amazed her. Once he was finished, she waited until he was inside the building before following him inside. She kept a safe distance from him as he headed through the school and into the locker room. She did not want to be bluntly spotted by him, but she still wanted him to feel her presence. Furthermore, she remembered that he had morning practice and decided to take a shortcut, soon arriving in the same spot she was yesterday. Furthermore, she waited eagerly for him to appear out of the locker room, pushing her face against the fence. Tony was walking around the school trying to find the girl from yesterday's practice's locker because he found out her name, and he was going to play a joke on her, but she would never know. Tony finally found her locker and slipped the note in her locker. All the note said was, Shawn thinks your hot from...and that was it no name on it. Shawn could tell that someone was following him already, and he saw who ever it was in the reflection off one of the weight room windows, and it was that girl again. Once Shawn entered the locker room he waited a couple of seconds and then turned around and took the way his follower had gone and sure enough it was the girl waiting for him." So what is it with you? Why are you stalking me so much?" Shawn asked Curling her fingers into the fence once again, she sighed impatiently, wondering what could be keeping her love such a long time. Focusing her attention on the entrance from the locker room, she did not notice anyone sneaking up behind her. She titled her head to the side and sighed, rolling her eyes and began to tap her foot impatiently. What is keeping him? She thought and sighed again. Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her, and quickly she turned around, shock easily read on her face. She had turned a deep red in her face and her brown eyes cast themselves down, staring at the ground, shuffling her feet.“Well…” she said, cracking her knuckles as a nervous habit, “I wouldn’t call it, stalking, but admiration from afar.” She glanced up at him, staring in his beautiful green eyes. Furthermore, she smiled weakly with a shrug on her shoulder. Shawn rolled his eyes." No I think it's called stalking so unless your going to do something please stop stalking me." Shawn said as he turned and walked back into the locker room and out onto the field with his friends and teammates. She titled her head in confusion as he rolled his eyes and stated that she was indeed stalking him. She blinked her eyes at him as he turned away, saying that she should stop unless she was going to do something. Furthermore, she frowned her eyebrows at his back and then turned to face the fence again. Furthermore, she was not going to leave. Furthermore, she had a right to be there if she wanted. Furthermore, she curled her fingers into the fence once again and sighed with an expression of anger on her face. Now having the permission from her, she was determined to make her love known to him. She continued to watch him carefully as the practice started. An hour had past and morning practice was now over and all the players had thirty minutes to take a shower or do what ever before 1st period ended, and they had to go to their second period class. Shawn walked into the locker and then out of it towards his car he was going to go shower at home.15 minutes later Shawn pulled into his parking spot and got out of the car and grabbed his book bag before locking the car and heading into the school, and he would talk to some friends and some girls until the bell rang for everyone to get to class. Practice had ended and Myra knew that it was now time to head back into reality, back into the place called high school. She sighed and rolled her eyes, wishing that she was a senior and had only this year to finish. She had two more year, not including the current year, and it killed her each time she thought of it. High school was certainly not her friend. Removing herself from the fence, she headed into the large building and remembered that she needed to stop by her locker in order to gather her books for the morning. She avoided the stares and whispers that she noticed, walking on the other side of the hallway. Most of the girls that were in the school found her strange and because of that, they mocked her, talking behind her back (even though she heard every word). She sighed again and finally arrived at her locker. Putting on the combination and opening it, Myra noticed something fall to the floor. Picking it up, she narrowed her eyes and read the content of the note. Shawn thinks you’re hot from… She frowned slightly, wondering why the person would not sign their name. She shrugged, and then shoved the note inside her pocket, attempting to think of how to address to Shawn without embarrassing him again. Furthermore, she then grinned, blushing softly, secretly hoping that it was true. She closed her locker again and then started to head toward her class when she noticed Shawn walking. Furthermore, she grinned and walked beside him, tapping his shoulder, hoping to get his attention. Shawn felt a tap on his shoulder while he was walking through the hall, and he looked to his side." O my god, it's you again. Can I help you with something." Shawn whispered and walked like he didn't know she was there. Hearing his response, Myra almost wanted to run away, for it seemed that he was not very happy to see her. She would have even taken indifferent. However, he seemed rather upset that she was near him again. Maybe her strategy of being near him, but far from him had backfired. She sighed, hoping to calm herself enough to ask him, and started to walk by his side again. She grabbed the note of out her pocket and quickly placed it in his eyesight. Furthermore, she glanced down at it and then attempted to give it to him.“Yes, you can,” her voice was a soft, but very firm, something that she did to keep herself calm, “I found this note in my locket. Could you possibly tell me who wrote it and if it is true?” Shawn looked at the girl and then his eyes widened with humiliation, but then she asked if it was true." Well I can only answer the second part of that question, and here is your answer." Shawn took the note that she gave him and ripped it in half." Is that a good enough answer for you?" Shawn said Myra cracked a small smile as his eyes widened. It was a little funny to see his eyes that wide. However, her smile quickly vanished when he tore the piece of paper in half, signifying that he was not interested in her. Her eyes started to water, but she fought back the tears, knowing that it wouldn’t be easy to win his heart. She rubbed her left eye and nodded, her words choked in her throat. She said nothing, but turned on her heels and headed towards her class, not wanting him to see her cry. Despite the fact that he did not find her interesting, she was determined to make him hers. No matter what it took, she was determined. Shawn looked at the girl and almost felt bad, but it didn't really effect him." Please tell me you're not going to cry? Even if that not is or was true do you really think you could get with me?" Shawn asked as he walked off and started talking to some others girls who turned to look at the girl and just laughed. She did not greet his question with a verbal reply, but a simple glared in her eyes as she glanced at him once last time. She headed into her classroom with a minute still left remaining in the passing period. During her classes throughout the day, Myra could not truly concrete on anything that her teachers were saying. Even the very few friends she had within those classes could not draw her attention away. She was planning to do something, seeing how the permission was granted from her love. Finally, school had ended and Myra had decided the course of action she would take on. Waiting by the fence once again for football practice to start, she took out a pencil and notepad and began to jot down some quick calculations. Shawn went through his school day not bothered by anything that happened earlier that day soon school was over, and it was practice time, and today they were doing the Oklahoma drill which was Shawn's favorite drill because he got to hit people and first up was Tony."You're going to pay!" Shawn said"For what?" Tony asked, and then the whistle was blown and Shawn waited for his teammate to block the blocker and Shawn ran forward and laid Tony out he might of even knocked him out." Don't ever play jokes on me like you did today Tony because it was not funny, and it was mean to that girl!" Shawn yelled at Tony who was still laying on the ground. Shawn's coach came over and told him to go home and cool down and come back to practice tomorrow. Shawn was pissed off and took his helmet off madly and walked off the field and to his car. Shawn threw HHS stuff in the trunk and took off out of the parking lot towards his house. With her calculations finished, Myra looked up and saw that Shawn had emerged from the building, ready for practice. She carefully put away her pencil and notepad and sat down on the ground, waiting for the practice to begin. They started off doing what was called the Oklahoma drill. She believed it to be quite violent, but she figured that she thought like a woman should and that a man would think it is very masculine and such. Myra tapped her fingers against her leg as she watched Shawn started the drill, waiting briefly and then tackling, or rather pummeling another boy to the ground. She narrowed her eyes and tried to get a better glance at the boy who Shawn tackled and recognized that it was the same one he was talking to earlier. Finally, she realized that the boy, Tony, had put the note in her locker. A deep frown came across her lips as an embarrassing blush crossed her cheeks. She started to stand and walk away from the practice as Shawn trudged off. Taking some shortcuts through the neighborhood, Myra arrived home fairly quickly and started to walk towards her house, but then decided that she would wait outside instead, seeing how it was a nice day. She would wait for her dad to come home in order to put her plan into action. Shawn pulled into his driveway got out of his car slammed the door shut and locked it as he entered the house he slammed the front door shut and made his way off to his room still pissed he got kicked out of practice. Shawn flipped on his TV and fell onto his bed to relax and cool down. Myra hummed a soft tune she had heard in her head some time ago. She noticed that Shawn had arrived, and he was still very angry from practice. She leaned over and saw that he had slammed his door and stormed into the house even before she could say anything to him. Furthermore, she was about to go over there and see that everything was alright. But she figured herself to be the cause of his frustration. She sighed and then returned to her sitting and waiting for her dad. Once her dad arrived, she quickly went up to him and asked him about her surprise for Shawn. She was hoping that Shawn wouldn’t be too freaked out, but hey, it was whatever. All that would mean is that she is back to the drawing board. Time passed, and she realized that it was sunset, and she decided that it would now be a good time to see Shawn. She walked across the yawn and rung the doorbell, waiting patiently. Shawn heard the doorbell and got up with a sigh and made his way downstairs shirtless and to the door. He opened the door and there she was, and he couldn't help it,"how do you know where I live?"he asked the girl confused She placed a smile on his lips as she heard footsteps coming before the door. She wondered who would answer, his parents or Shawn himself. She hoped that it was Shawn, for she believed that it would be easier than. Her thought was that it would be awkward to introduce herself to his parents, especially since he probably has never mentioned her to them. The door opened and there appeared Shawn shirtless. Upon lying her eyes on him, Myra blushed and glanced down briefly. Without a hello, he asked how she knew where he lived. She glanced back up at him finally and pointed to the house next to his.“I live next door,” she said with a nod and then cleared her throat, “I wanted to stop by and apologize for embarrassing you in front of your peers.” She pulled out her notepad and pencil once again and then asked him, “What is your favorite pro football team?” "The New England Patriots but why do you want to know and what's up with the notepad?" Shawn asked standing there confused As soon as the team’s name exited his mouth, Myra’s hand was quick to jot down the response and she just as quickly put away the notepad and pencil. Smiling back at Shawn, she nodded and then heard the second and third parts of his question. She nodded, agreeing that she would be wondering those questions herself if someone did that to her. Her smile grew broader as she glanced up at his confused expression. It amused her greatly. Giggling a little, she told him, “I am getting you a ticket to a New England Patriot game. Is there a game in particular you would like to see?” "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ok no not really but thanks I guess. Is there anything else you need?" Shawn asked still shocked confused at to why she was doing this but hey a free ticket to a patriots game he couldn't pass it up, but he could show that he was using her, but he was still very confused. Myra simply grinned as he agreed to the game. She thought briefly about telling him that she would be traveling with her and her father. But she felt that it did not matter much to him, since it was a free pass to a pro football game. Not many could come across those for free. She had completed her mission, and he accepted it, but he asked if there was anything else she needed. Well, the obvious thing was his love, but she knew that it would come later. She shrugged a shoulder and said, “Not unless you want to invite me in. If not I understand.” Shawn peeked his head out the door and looked around and then thought might as well at least let her in if she is giving him a free pass to a patriots game." Uhhh sure come on in I don't know what you're going to do or what to talk about but what ever. But close the door behind you please." Shawn said as he walked off A tiny smirk came across her lips as she was invited inside. She figured that he would do so simply because she had invited him to a game for free. She expected nothing in return, even be let in his house. But of course, he was a gentleman and therefore, did things as one should. She stepped inside, noticing the height difference between the two of them. She glanced around the humble home and then took a seat on the couch that was close to the door. Sitting with her hands cupped on her lap and her legs crossed at the ankles, Myra asked, “Are you nervous about next week’s game? It’s against our rival high school and their star quarterback has returned fully healed. Do you think that he will be a problem four our defense?” Since he was a football player, maybe he would appreciate a girl that actually knew a little about the game. "Well seeing as I was the one who hurt the quarterback in the first place, and I'm the best player in the state we will kick there ass." Shawn said as he walked off to his room Myra slowly stood from the couch as he walked into his room. She began to wonder if she should follow, but the irrational part of her mind was getting the better of her. This may be the only chance, Myra, follow him…follow him into his room, her mind thought. With a single nod, Myra cautiously followed him into his room. Once inside his room, she glanced around and sat quietly on the desk chair that was near the door, not wanting to intrude too much. Shawn turned around and was a little freaked out that she followed him into his room, but he didn't let it show. He just laid down on his bed and looked at her." So you why are you so attracted to me?" He asked not knowing what else to say. Her dark brown eyes followed him carefully as he lied down on the bed. He stared at her and asked why she was attracted to him. She blushed slightly and glanced down away from him, shrugging her left shoulder. Why indeed was someone like Myra attracted to a person like Shawn, seeing how both knew that in the world of high school, their peers would not allow them to be.“Well…honestly, I don’t really know, but something has me drawn to you. It’s more than your physical appearance, for every girl is attracted to you in that matter.” Looking back at him again, with a sweet look in her eyes, and said, “I hope to find out what the something is.” Shawn looked at her with a confused expression on his face." Shouldn't you know why you follow someone around all the time in case they actually ask you?" Shawn asked her as he now saw her as just a normal decent looking girl. She smiled and gave a very light laugh, finding it a little funny. He did have a point. He probably thought she was strange enough just following him around. But now that he knew that she didn’t really have a reason except for the something that had drawn her in, he probably thought she was crazy. Well, that is what she would think if she was in his position.“I probably should find out exactly why. But… I don’t know. You probably think I’m weird or something…just like everybody else,” her voice grew quiet, and she glanced away from him and looked at her fingers. “Nobody likes the weird stalker girl…she’s too quiet…she’s too strange…” she was now talking more to herself than to Shawn. She sighed and started to run her fingers through her hair, a habit she developed as a stress reliever. It almost always calmed her down. Shawn laughed at her comment." Well yea I do and stalkers are always weird and then when you catch them they just stay quiet and all but yea. But I think there is something special about you and if it isn't my physical appearance your after then it must be my popularity because out of all the stalkers I've had you're the cutest one but your still a stalker and if it isn't for the popularity what is it for." Shawn asked as he waved his arm motioning her to join him. Blushing a deep shade of red, Myra glanced away again and started to pull on her hair as he laughed at her. She knew that she should not be feeling embarrassment, but she could not help herself and was fully apparent on her face. Hearing his voice once more, she finally looked up again and saw him wave his arm towards her. She looked behind her, just making sure that he was referring to her and not another. She lowered her eyes to the ground as she stood and walked over to his bed and sat down quietly, putting a little space between him and her. Despite her love for him, she was extremely nervous around him and having never been this close to him before and alone caused her nerves to act crazy. The blush would not leave her face. She grinned when he said that she was the cutest stalker he had. Sure, to anyone else it may have not sounded like a compliment, it was the nicest thing he had ever said to her. She twirled her finger around a strand of her hair nervously as she watched him and listened carefully to his comment.“Well, it is certainly not your popularity. I, actually, would rather have you not popular. Then maybe you would have noticed me sooner and without my…stalker-like behavior. Yet, it was hard getting your attention any other way with girls flinging themselves at you left and right,” she said bluntly, her blush slowly disappearing. Sighing quietly, she continued, “But as for my reason, it might be your talent in football or something related to that. My father’s a football fanatic, but he has to be; it’s his job.” Shawn was still smiling at she was saying and her emotions." Your face is getting pretty red you sure it's not going to explode." Shawn said with a laugh as he sat up and moved next to her." You know the first kiss between a guy and a girl will usually tell you if there is a future with that person, so I was thinking might as well get it over with so you don't have to stalk me around school or everywhere anymore." Shawn said as he leaned in to kiss her and right as he was about when his lips were about an inch from hers his cell phone rang. Shawn pulled away and checked his cell phone, and it was his ex girlfriend. Shawn turned back to try again, but then he heard." Shawn honey your home early?" His mom said as she yelled upstairs she most of gotten called of tonight." Yea mom it was a short practice today." Shawn said as he got up and walked to his bedroom door. He commented about her blushing, and it only caused her turn a whole deeper shade red. She laughed with him as an attempt to calm herself and ease the blush off her face. However, it did not help especially when Shawn scooted closer to her. He started to explain about a guy and girl’s first kiss being able to tell future of their relationship. Her breath quickened as she leaned in closer to him, but before anything took place, his phone rang. She blinked and then titled her head at him. He ignored the call though and tried again, but then his mother yelled upstairs. He walked up from the bed and her eyes followed her carefully. She then walked over to him and tugged on his arm, feeling the blush creeping up on her cheeks again. Shawn turned his head as he felt her tug his arm."Uhh maybe you should go?" Shawn said as he started to walk downstairs He had spoke of a kiss between them in order that she could stop stalking him, though she doubted that would happen. Now, however, he was attempting to dismiss her. She narrowed her eyes and tugged on his arm again, wanting to prevent him from traveling downstairs.“Kiss me, and I’ll leave,” she demanded. Shawn rolled his eyes and then turned around and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then went downstairs to see what his mom was making for dinner." If you want you can stay I guess..." Seeing him roll his eyes at her, she glanced down at her feet and quickly released his arm. She did not look up at him when he gave a kiss on the cheek. That was clearly not what she had wanted, but a real kiss, a first kiss between the two of them. She tried to push her luck, but only received a friendly kiss, and she figured that that was it. She was about to turn and walk downstairs, leaving him until the next day when he allowed her to stay for dinner. Her dark eyes shined brightly as she followed him down the steps. She could not believe that she was actually having dinner with him, but there was always a first for everything. Shawn walked into the kitchen and greeted his mother who was starting to prepare dinner."hey mom this is my very cute shadow." Shawn said as he introduced Myra Following him closely into the kitchen, she spotted the Misses of the house. Myra’s dark eyes glanced at his mother and then to Shawn, trying to see exactly where he had gotten his good looks from. Shawn then spoke, introducing her to his mother. She felt another blush coming up onto her cheeks as he called her his cute shadow. She actually liked the name. It was much better than to be called the creepy stalker.“Nice to meet you Mrs. Faust,” she said quietly and gave a bashful smile. Nice to meet you shadow. Shawns mom said as she set the food on the table, and they began to eat.15 to 20 minutes later Shawn grabbed his plate and Myra's seeing as they were both done eating. Shawn looked at Myra as he walked out of the kitchen and up to his room and laid down on his bed and thought about the whole day not knowing if Myra was going to go home or follow him back to his room. Myra giggled as Mrs. Faust called Myra by Shawn’s nickname. She did forget to tell his mother her name. “I’m Myra,” she said the smile turning from bashing to happy. Myra could tell that she would like his mom. Dinner ended about twenty minutes later and Shawn’s mother took away their plates. Myra was about to ask Mrs. Faust if she needed help in the kitchen, but she had already left. Sighing softly to herself, Myra watched as Shawn stood from the table and headed back upstairs. She slowly removed herself from the table and followed into his room, returning the seat she had on his bed before dinner. She looked down at him as he lied down on the bed. Furthermore, she cracked her knuckles as she spoke, “That kiss on the cheek doesn’t count as our first kiss.” She leaned forward towards him and put her hand on his cheek. Furthermore, she wondered silently where she was getting this extra courage from, but did not truly care at the moment. Furthermore, she slowly neared him and then touched her lips against his, wondering how he would react. Shawn laughed at what Myra said." Well you never specified what kind of................." Before he could finish his sentence Myra had placed her lips on his. Shawn was shocked and didn't know what to do but then thought it's best to carry on, and he kissed her back I’m kissing Shawn! She thought excitedly as she pushed herself closer to him, kissing him a little harder and firmer, sliding in her tongue into his mouth. She had noticed that he was kissing her back and she knew that it was a good thing despite the reason behind his kissing back. She then ran her fingers across his cheeks and down to his chest, rubbing it slowly. Shawn didn't feel a connection, but then he thought he would try and see if she was really trying." Is this all you got because if it is then we are not connecting." Shawn said as he laid his head back on his pillow She stared at him blankly as he told her that they were not connecting. She titled her head at him, slightly confused. Not connecting? But what does he mean not connecting. We have to connect, she thought and glanced down at her hands. Suddenly then a determined look came on to her face and she sat on top of Shawn as he lied down on the bed. She bent down and kissed him again, holding nothing back, driving her tongue inside his mouth and pushing herself deep into him. Shawn could tell something had changed, and she was holding nothing back anymore. Shawn returned her forceful kiss, and before he knew it his hands were rubbing her back and ass while she was on top of him. Shawn didn't know what to do, but this wasn't right. How did this even start? He thought to himself letting Myra do what ever she wanted to him This is different!she thought excitedly as she kissed him, exploring his mouth with her tongue and playing it nice at all. She did not know that she actually had this within her, but it was certainly different, and she was beginning to like very much. She felt his hands touching her back and Riverside, and she giggled as she kissed him. Furthermore, she broke the kiss and then stared down at him, grinning. Furthermore, she went back down and started to kiss on his neck, sucking on it softly, but firmly enough to leave a mark…her mark. Furthermore, she could not help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking. Shawn's mind was racing and somewhere else he didn't even realize that she was going down on him. Shawn was kind of liking this, and then he was going to test Myra's affection and love for him." You know you can go further down." Shawn said laughing to himself in his head. She continued to suck on his neck, licking it slowly, going from his chin to the collar of his shirt. Hearing his voice she looked up. He had given her permission to go further down. Her eyes sparkled in excitement and nodded once. Quickly going further down, she lifted his shirt and started to kiss his chest slowly, working her way down to his pants hem. Once she reached there, she looked up again with questioning eyes and then stared back down at the pants again.“May I kiss here?” she asked, placing her hand over the zipper of his pants. Shawn nodded when she asked him if she could kiss there. Shawn laid there and thought might as well. She grinned as he granted her permission to kiss him there, a place where she had often thought of kissing, licking, and sucking him. She had never done anything like this before; however, she had much practice with popsicles. She unbuttoned his pants and through the hold in his boxers, found the glorious muscle that made a man. Furthermore, she eyed it carefully, having never seen one in real life. Furthermore, she slowly licked the tip of it and giggled, finding it salty. Furthermore, she licked her lips hungrily and then started at the bottom of his member. Furthermore, she licked from the bottom to the top slowly, taking her time with the tip and flicking her tongue over it. Furthermore, she paused briefly to look at Shawn, wanting to view his facial expression. Shawn flinched as he felt her tongue lick his whole member, and he was starting to get hard. She grinned looking back down to his member as it flinched. She giggled excitedly and returned to her work of pleasuring him. Seeing how he liked it so much, she went back to the bottom of his member again and lick it from the bottom to the top. Her pace was slow, which made it last a long time. Once she finally reached the top, she took his tip inside her mouth, and flicked it with her tongue, wrapping her tongue around it occasionally. Shawn let out a quiet moan as his member got fully erect and when ever she would flick the tip of his member with her tongue he would flinch. Happily, she continued giving him pleasure for he had told her so by the quiet moan he gave out. She smiled broadly once he moaned, for she knew that she was doing a good job, despite this being her first time ever giving a living breathing being sexual pleasure. She took her mouth off of his member for a second and sat up higher seeing how it now fully erect and much too tall for her to lie down. Furthermore, she leaned over it and slowly wrapped her hand around it, stroking it up and down softly. Taking it in her mouth again, she put about half of it inside her mouth, mincing the motions of her hand, going up and down. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"Came out of Shawn's mouth as his body flinched, and he looked at Myra." Your....really.......good....at....this.........." Shawn said Popping his member out of her mouth, Myra continued to stroke it softly, but slowly was picking up speed in her motions. She looked up at him as he moaned in pleasure. A grin of satisfaction came onto her lips as she believed that now proving her worth, she might actually have a chance with him.“Thank you, Shawn,” she said quietly. She returned his member to her mouth, now taking in all of it inside. Slowly and carefully, she pulled it out again, returning her hand to stroking it rapidly. She stuck in half of his member inside her mouth again and now only using her mouth, she sucked him up and down, paying attention to his tip. Taking one of her hands, she began to massage his balls through his pants, wondering how he would react to that. Shawn's mind was lost he was completely out of it. He could feel her pace quicken and then his body jumped when she started massaging his balls."ooooooooooooo yea........." Shawn said with his eyes closed." Shawn honey these were in my............................ O MY GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SON HE IS SLEEPING." Shawn's mom said standing in his doorway. Myra stopped when she heard Shawn's mothers voice, but she didn't take his member out of her mouth."keep going......why did.....you stop....don't stop...." Shawn said still out of it Myra had completely forgotten about his mother. When she saw his mother in the doorway, she froze knowing that it was too late for an explanation. Her dark eyes were frozen on Mrs. Faust, and she finally turned to Shawn when he spoke again, asking her why she stopped. She pulled his member out of her mouth and shook his leg.“Your mother,” she said quietly and stared at her hands. Shawn came back to reality when she shook his leg and said something about his mother. Shawn opened his eyes and prompt himself up." What about my mot......OOO shit hi mom mind leaving." Shawn said, and his mom just sighed and then left. Then Shawn put his hands on Myra's shoulders and without her knowing unhooked her bra." So where were we again?" Shawn asked as he laid his head back on the pillow. Myra titled her head questioningly as his mother obeyed Shawn, leaving Myra and Shawn alone again. She glanced back at Shawn and then at the empty doorway. She could not understand but if his mother did not mind, then she guessed that it was alright. He took hold her shoulders, which turned her attention to him again. She grinned when he asked where they were. She nodded once and returned to his member again, still long and erect. Furthermore, she licked her lips, loving his sweet yet salty taste. Taking her tongue out again, she licked his shaft up and down before sticking half of his member inside her mouth again. Slowly she sucked it, moving up and down. As she picked up speed again, she took a gentle hold of his balls, massaging them at the same pace as her tongue and mouth went. She was loving this. Shawn's body started to flinch as he was getting close to his climax after getting a great blow job for the past 30 minutes or longer."ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Giggling from his reaction, she pulled out her hand and returned her hand to his shaft. She looked at it with great interest as a grin formed onto her face. She then glanced back at him.“Say my name, Shawn,” she said as she started to move her hand faster up and down his shaft, “I want you to say it loud.” She returned her mouth to his member, sticking a little more than half inside. Furthermore, she picked up speed quickly, sliding her mouth and tongue up and down, and continued with her other hands stroking his balls and giving him pleasure than beyond anything he probably had experienced in a long while. Shawn was about to cum"I'm................ I'm............gonna..........." Shawn came in Myra's mouth and didn't know if she could handle it all." I'm sorry your just so dam good." Her mouth moved with a rapid speed that she even did not think she could accomplish. Up and down she went on his shaft as she felt him tensing very quickly, growing bigger than he already was. She glanced up at him as he started to talk as she waited for her name. However, she received a different surprise. Her eyes widened as she felt something shoot from into her mouth. It was somewhat thick and very creamy, having the same salty and sweet taste as his member did. Suddenly she realized that the substance was cum; Myra had made Shawn cum inside her mouth. Swallowing the cum, she smiled broadly at her great accomplishment. It appeared as if her sucking had been too good for Shawn to think very clearly for he did not say her name. She shrugged her shoulder, sticking out her tongue to get the last spots of cum that fallen from her mouth. She stroked his member once very slowly and then stood from the bed. Furthermore, she smirked at him and then replied, “It’s okay. It was actually kinda fun. Never did anything like that before.” She giggled to herself and then walked over to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. She then walked over to the doorway, but stopped before she left.“Remember the football game. I’ll talk to you when I receive more information,” her voice was very firm, but had a quiet tone to it at the same time. Then she left his room, beginning to walk out the front door. Shawn was wondering what was going on with this girl and then after she left it hit him it seemed like she was using him well if she wanted to play that game he could play to. Shawn went to bed with the thoughts of the whole day in his head. Myra quickly walked back to her house next door and after saying a quick hello to her parents, she raced into her room and shut her door. Leaning against her door, she thought of tasting Shawn’s lips as well as the other part of his body. She licked her lips greedily and smirked devilishly. Removing herself from the door, Myra walked over to her bed and sighed, sitting down and slipping off her shoes. Not bothering to remove her clothes (which still held Shawn’s scent), she laid down and closed her eyes, awaiting the next day. Shawn got up and turned off the light to his room and shut the bedroom door before he walked over and fell onto his bed and went to sleep. Morning of football game Shawn woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock which he hit, and it turned off once it hit the floor. Shawn rolled over and didn't want to get up. Shawn got up and sleepily walked into his bathroom and flipped on the light. Shawn brushed his teeth and fixed his hair and then walked back out into his room after turning off the light. Shawn grabbed a very stylish pair of shorts and put them on and grabbed a belt. Shawn then grabbed his long sleeved under armor shirt and slipped it on, and then he slipped his number 24 jersey on over it and tucked it into his shorts. Shawn then walked over and grabbed his football socks out of his dresser and put them on, and then he slipped on some sandals. Shawn walked downstairs and grabbed his keys and got into his car and made his way to school. Her night’s sleep was filled with dreams of her first sexual experience. She was not for sure how exactly she should feel, for her friends and she never discussed anything of this sort. However, once she woke up, she felt warm inside and wondered why. She grinned to herself, not especially caring as to the reason. The feeling was more than enough. Climbing out of bed from her beautiful slumber, she showered and quickly dressed in the school’s colors, preparing for the big football game tonight. She wanted to saw her school spirit during school as well though. She dressed herself in last year’s state football T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans and white tennis. Placing her long hair in a ponytail, she stared at herself in the mirror and smile gently. She never had pulled her hair back before and wondered if she would get a difference response than usual. She shrugged and then grabbed a piece of toast before her father dropped her off in the front of the building. Furthermore, she waved goodbye and then sat, went off into the student parking lot, waiting for Shawn to arrive. Shawn pulled into the school paring lot in his nice fancy car with the radio on very loud, and then he turned off his car and got out of it with his book bag around one shoulder and his football bag around the other. Shawn locked the car and then headed off toward the locker room. Upon hearing the loud car music, Myra looked up from the book she had pulled out from her bag. She grinned as she noticed it was Shawn. She saw him walk by her, and she was about to say something, but nothing could register fast enough in her mind. Furthermore, she sighed, frustrated that all her courage and confidence had gone just like that. Furthermore, she trudged after Shawn, sneaking into the locker room again, catching a peak at him, before going back the other way to the fence, wanting to see him come out of the locker room for morning practice. Today was game day and on game day the varsity team never practiced the new coach they had gotten last year which also took them to state last year made up a new thing instead of morning practice on the day of a game the team would meet in the locker room and once everyone was there they would leave and go out for a team breakfast somewhere for there first block. Shawn opened his football locker and put his book bag and football bag in the locker and awaited for the last couple teammates to show up.

The Quiet Neighborly Stalker [Midnight Sky and CrazEGrl]|rating:3.0

[DWAiTaS] [IC] Let's Do the Time Warp Again

The four travelers stand in their vessel. Their T.A.R.D.I.S. is currently hovering through the vortex, with no intended destination. The central pillar hums and vibrates and the walls resonate slightly. Not all the travelers were standing still. The Time Lord known as "Ky", for instance, was engaged in a frantic dance around the central console. When you only had one pilot to do the work of six, even hovering could be tricky. After manipulating a few dozen more controls (seemingly at random), he eventually slowed to halt, spun around, and addressed the assembled crew." O-okay, we've settled into a holding pattern. Now we can talk. So, how's everyone doing so far? Any questions, comments, concerns, etc.?" Originally Posted by Any "Any questions, comments, concerns, etc.?" As she heard the last question of the person that went by the strange name of Ky, Eugenia was reminded of a conversation she had had with Dr Mason around her eighteenth month. Henry, as she used to call him, has explained to her that, now that she knew how to read, it was time to her to realize that teaching her anything was going to be impossible if she spent more time asking questions than listening to answers. He had told her that, from now on, she should wait until one of her teachers gave her permission to ask questions, and then she should try to count the number of questions she felt she had to ask. If that number was over ten, she should only ask what he had called “the only question worth asking when one is exploring the realm of human knowledge”. Sure, it looked like she was outside the realm of human knowledge for now, but she had decided to believe that, even though what was happening to her made very little sense at this point, the principles that had guided her life up to now would still be relevant. She therefore went ahead and asked:“Mister Ky, what books would you advise me to read on your people, their civilization and their technology, and where would I be able to find them? I am looking for something synthetic and well referenced.” As she asked her question, she looked once again around her. This place really was amazing, and, as Dr Mason used to say, amazement is the anticipation felt when one understands that he still has a lot to learn. Based on what she had seen since entering this “ship”, she had only just started learning. I have been looking about very intently as if looking for something in particular and also inquisitively watching Ky and the others. Do you have any food somewhere? I can't remember the last time I ate.(Sorry couldn't resist)How does this machine work? What made you (Ky) react like that to this thing (nonfunctional vortex manipulator on my wrist)? I mean it doesn't seem to work, or at least I think it doesn't. Is this normal for you (Any/All Characters)? I pause to take a breath. Stands holding on to the railing near the door, watching the strange column in the middle of the impossibly large room rise and fall with a humming sound. Mouth open, she takes her eyes off the energy laden console for a moment, looking at the young man dancing around pressing buttons and pulling levers, then turns her gaze to the little girl in the dated clothes sounding like a professor, then finally to the man she'd met earlier on the street. Looking back to Ky, she says:"Questions.....yeah....what the** is this place?! Who are you people? Is this some kind of candid camera thing?" Ky did his best to handle the barrage of questions. He wasn't used to being the center of attention. Originally Posted by Bigger “Mister Ky, what books would you advise me to read on your people, their civilization and their technology, and where would I be able to find them? I am looking for something synthetic and well referenced.” "T-that's rather a hefty subject. My people's history stretches back many hundreds of millions of years. It would likely take your entire l-lifespan to gain a firm grasp of it. But if you insist on trying, I'd recommend the 'Encyclopaedia Gallifreya' as a starting point. There's a full set of bottles in the ship's library." Originally Posted by DSmaster21 Do you have any food somewhere? I can't remember the last time I ate. (Sorry couldn't resist) How does this machine work? What made you (Ky) react like that to this thing (watch)? I mean it doesn't seem to work, or at least I think it doesn't. Is this normal for you (Any/All Characters)? "Uh, yes, there's plenty of food. It's mostly Gallifreyan, though. The selection of Earth food is unfortunately rather limited. Though I think I've got something in one of my pockets...hang on... Ah yes, here it is." Ky threw a small green shiny packet to Kean." Apparently they're called 'chips'. Sorry if they're a little battered. As for your *ahem* 'watch', that's what led me to you in the first place. It's giving off a t-temporal signal which caught the attention of my TARDIS. D-do you really know nothing about it?" Originally Posted by Yields "Questions.....yeah....what the** is this place?! Who are you people? Is this some kind of candid camera thing?" Ky blinked. Truth be told, he wasn't really sure who this girl was. He vaguely recalled her boarding along with the time agent. Ah well, too late to fix that now. She'd just have to come along for the ride. Trying his best not to be intimidated by her aggressive tones, Ky answered her questions in order." Y-you're inside a TARDIS: It's a ship which travels through time and space. I suppose I'm technically its captain (though that word still sounds wrong to me). You can call me 'Ky'. I'll let the others make their own introductions. I also have no idea what a 'candid camera' is, or whether we have one on board. We do have a fine selection of normal recording devices, though, if those would have use. Oh, and, ERM, W-welcome aboard; I suppose." felt a bit guilty of the poor man. He was trying to be civil and had just been subjected to a grotesque questioning, part of which she was responsible for. She decided to make up for it by not asking the obvious question (Bottles?) and looking a bit foolish (She would instead go to the library, find the “bottles” - probably an approximation of the “translation circuit” he had talked to her about when she had asked him how he was able to speak English if he was from another planet - and get started on this pretended “entire lifespan” of work. She had learned more in her six years than most people in their whole life, so she knew she was up to the task.). Instead, she turned towards the other people present in the Control room. The woman was dressed like a floozy, but then again, Eugenia did not know a lot about these things and was just repeating what she had heard other people say. She looked a bit flabbergasted, and even though Eugenia usually did not mix with that kind of people, it seemed like they were going to share this endeavor, and there was no reason to be a pompous snob for the time being.“Hello, mademoiselle, I think, in all this confusion, no one has taken the time to formally introduce us to each other. My name is Eugenia Mason and up until a few days ago, I was a student at New College in Oxford, circa 1950. I trust you will believe me when I say that I am grown beyond my years and hope that you will hence address me as you would any other mature person. I assure you that what mister Ky just said is, to the extent of my current knowledge, a fair representation of our current predicament. I, too, felt some doubt and anguish at these words, but you may rely on my experience and save yourself any unnecessary distress.” There, that should put her at ease. The man, on the other hand, was the main culprit in the barrage of questions that had overwhelmed that poor mister Ky, and seemed especially worried. He had been gesturing at his watch during his outburst, but she hoped that the food would put him at ease for the next few minutes. She took a look at his wrist and understood why he was a bit taken aback by the object he was wearing. It looked like nothing Eugenia had ever seen, and she felt that approaching him in that genial manner that men seemed to share when speaking around a drink (Dr Mason had sometimes let her drink a lemonade while the team was enjoying a glass of whiskey) might be appropriate.“As I was saying to the lady, old sport, nothing to worry about. You’re perfectly safe in here and mister Ky is a great fellow on whom you may rely. I’m sorry to say that I am totally unable to identify the make of your watch, but I’m sure the Captain will be able to enlighten you if you give him a breather. By the way, I’m Eugenia.” While she was reaching to shake his hand, Eugenia was putting all her childish charm behind her impression of a fifty-year-old man. People seemed to think this one was a laugh, and she sure felt that the current atmosphere could have used some levity. The sooner everyone was calmed down, the sooner she could get to the library. Fred stares at Eugenia."....... Sure..... I'm in a time machine, and you're from 1950. From the university no less. Why wouldn't I believe that?" She looks at the others, smirking a little, then turns serious again when they don't seem to be in on the joke. "Fine... I'll play along. I'm Fred. From, you know, now. Now'is." She looks to Ky." Aren't you a little young to be a captain?" Originally Posted by Any Ky did his best to handle the barrage of questions. He wasn't used to being the center of attention. "Uh, yes, there's plenty of food. It's mostly Gallifreyan, though. The selection of Earth food is unfortunately rather limited. Though I think I've got something in one of my pockets...hang on... Ah yes, here it is." Ky threw a small green shiny packet to Kean. "Apparently they're called 'chips'. Sorry if they're a little battered. As for your *ahem* 'watch', that's what led me to you in the first place. It's giving off a t-temporal signal which caught the attention of my TARDIS. D-do you really know nothing about it?" " Kean wipes his mouth after eating a crisp and looks at Ky "Thank you, I think I am hungry. I have no idea what this thing on my wrist is. All I can tell about it is it doesn't seem to do anything I feel it should. I can't remember much aside from waking up with a throbbing here (gestures to his black eye) and then her (looking over at Fred) helping me to my feet. Sorry about all the questions. I just. This feels familiar and something about it makes me afraid." Originally Posted by Bigger “As I was saying to the lady, old sport, nothing to worry about. You’re perfectly safe in here and mister Ky is a great fellow on whom you may rely. I’m sorry to say that I am totally unable to identify the make of your watch, but I’m sure the Captain will be able to enlighten you if you give him a breather. By the way, I’m Eugenia.” While she was reaching to shake his hand, Eugenia was putting all her childish charm behind her impression of a fifty-year-old man. People seemed to think this one was a laugh, and she sure felt that the current atmosphere could have used some levity. The sooner everyone was calmed down, the sooner she could get to the library. Kean shakes Eugenia's hand saying "Nice to meet you. My name is Kean. I am sorry if I frightened you. I. Just can't remember but all this is sort of. I feel I have seen things like this before. *Laughs Nervously* I'm sure between you and Mr Ky, was it? We'll be fine." Kean looks over at Fred "Based on your reaction though this is not normal to you either? Maybe this involves us because we were some sort of former child-prodigies. (Looking at Ky) I mean you're still a teenager and (Eugenia) as you said you are advanced beyond your years. (back at Fred) Did you have some special skill or something when you were younger? If I did, I would have no idea." Originally Posted by Yields "Aren't you a little young to be a captain?" Ky had been expecting this question. After all, he looked about the same age as Fred herself. When a (seemingly) fellow teenager introduces themselves as 'captain', few would let it pass without comment; Especially if said teenager is nervous, unimpressive, and speaks with a slight stutter." F-far too young. It's a position I only hold by default. You see, e-everyone else is gone." There was something about the way he said 'everyone'. It carried a lot of weight." But nonetheless, this is the duty that's been forced upon me. And I intend to fulfil it as best I can." Originally Posted by DSmaster21 Kean looks over at Fred "Based on your reaction though this is not normal to you either? Maybe this involves us because we were some sort of former child-prodigies. (Looking at Ky) I mean you're still a teenager and (Eugenia) as you said you are advanced beyond your years. (back at Fred) Did you have some special skill or something when you were younger? If I did, I would have no idea." "It has nothing to do with age. I'm s-simply looking for suitable people to travel with me." Or accidentally kidnapping them, in Fred's case. Hopefully she wouldn't make too much of a fuss about that. Even if the situation felt stable enough for her to make a run for the library and start trying to make sense of all this, Eugenia knew that it would be in poor taste not to ask that good mister Ky to expand on the rather maudlin statement he had just made. One could not let his fellow travelers make such revelations without inquiring a bit more.“Mister Ky, you say that your people are gone, which strikes me as either an understatement for a fate from which they cannot be brought back, or as an imprecise term which means that you have been unable to reach them. If it is the former, I do not wish to intrude on your grief and will let the matter rest. But if it is the latter, the matter might not be as desperate as you fear, and we may well be able to help you in trying to find a trail leading to them, wouldn’t you say? You surely have something like that in mind, or why would you have asked us to join you in your incredible ship?” If she could make herself useful in a way that was of importance to him, Eugenia was confident that Ky would be more inclined to teach her what he knew about the universe. And for the moment, it looked like he knew a lot more than her. Fred snorts when Kean asks her if she had a special talent when she was younger." Talent....yeah.... I was a real prodigy." She smirks. Looking to Ky as he answers her question, she frowns." Gone, huh? Well, Captain Kirk.....where's this ship going? Anyplace exciting? I'm just saying, though.... If I'm getting Punk'd, I expect to get paid." Ky appreciated Eugenia's attempt to bolter his morale. Though he'd only known the child for a short while, he already felt a strong connection to her. Giving her a weak smile, he nodded." You're right. It's important not to lose hope. I don't know for certain that they're...gone. But you see, we Time Lords share a bond with one another. All my life, I've been able to feel the presence of my people, throughout Gallery and the Universe beyond. But now..." He trailed off. There was no need to finish. Originally Posted by Yields Fred snorts when Kean asks her if she had a special talent when she was younger. "Talent....yeah.... I was a real prodigy." She smirks. Looking to Ky as he answers her question, she frowns. "Gone, huh? Well, Captain Kirk.....where's this ship going? Anyplace exciting? I'm just saying, though.... If I'm getting Punk'd, I expect to get paid." "It's 'Ky'. And for the moment, we're heading for my home planet. If the talk I've heard on other worlds is true, though, we won't be there long. Right, I've stalled long enough. Let's get this over with." With reluctance that showed in every movement, Ky began to manipulate the central console again. It was time to head for Gallery. Originally Posted by Any "It's 'Ky'. And for the moment, we're heading for my home planet. If the talk I've heard on other worlds is true, though, we won't be there long. Right, I've stalled long enough. Let's get this over with." With reluctance that showed in every movement, Ky began to manipulate the central console again. It was time to head for Gallery. Kean munches another crisp and inquisitively watches Ky dash about the console for a moment before asking "Is there anything we can do to help? That looks like a lot of work." Fred watches Ky do the console jig again, then takes in the whole room, and the aliveness of it. She purses her lips, then moves over to one of the seats and sits down, apparently accepting the situation." Should we like fasten our seatbelts or something?" She looks to the little girl." Perhaps you should buckle up." Turning to Kean, she asks:"You said this felt familiar? Does that mean you're an alien to? It's so hard to tell these days." Apparently there was to be no respite for her to start her studies. There surely would be another occasion, and going to an alien planet should be enough to quell her curiosity about this strange turn of events. Yes, perhaps she should “buckle up”. Unfortunately, this place obviously had not been built with six-year-olds in mind, and she was not really certain that the seatbelts would keep her from flying into the room and colliding with the humming machine at its center.“Miss Fred, would you mind if I sat in your lap? I’m not sure if I would be able to properly harness myself in one of those seats.” And, with these words, she climbed on the knees of the young woman. After all, she did not play the small child card nearly enough, and her personal safety could be at stake. As the buttons are pressed, a cloister bell rings. On every screen, the Old High Gallifreyian for "Error: Dead World" pops up. The T.A.R.D.I.S. lurches into action sickly, before breaking into a violent off-course sprint. It spins wildly before suddenly slamming to a halt. The T.A.R.D.I.S. fires off a feeling of pain to her Time Lord, before her lights dim and shut off, leaving only the emergency lights on. "Auggie!" Ky was of course standing when the TARDIS lurched. The Time Lords (in their infinite wisdom) had designed their control rooms to give the pilot no safeguards whatsoever in the event of a crash. As a result, Ky was sent flying across the room, and into a succession of walls. He eventually came to rest beside the main doors, looking much the worse for wear." Ugh... What...what was..." With an effort, he pulled himself upright and staggered towards the central console. The emergency training which had been drilled into him at the Academy managed to make itself heard above the ringing in his ears. Assuming none of the crew needed help, Ky would run through the standard procedure: Check ship's status; Try to restore main power; And scan to see where in blazes they'd crashed. Originally Posted by lord Pringles As the buttons are pressed, a cloister bell rings. The T.A.R.D.I.S. lurches into action sickly, before breaking into a violent off-course sprint. It spins wildly before suddenly slamming to a halt. The T.A.R.D.I.S. lights dim and shut off, leaving only the emergency lights on. Kean picks himself up off the floor and says to Ky "I get the impression that was not what you intended. What does this mean about your people?" Kean glances over toward Fred and Eugenia "Are you alright? Kean looks back at Ky "What about you?"{IC Note To Self: Sit down and buckle up before this thing starts moving next time, don't stand there like a git munching chips and asking if you can push some buttons.} Edit: [IOC: Fixed some punctuation and added some compassion toward the party of which half of us were strapped in.] Fred, surprised at first to have a child crawling onto her lap, instinctively holds on to her when the machine, or ship or whatever, comes to a crashing stop. Looking to Kean, she says:"Think so...what the** happened? Where are we?" She looks to Ky. In a way, the crash had been Eugenia first experience of danger, and she was not sure if she cared very much for it. She had been fairly shaken, both figuratively and literally, and owed her lack of injury to the young lady holding her in her arms. She rested her head against Fred’s shoulder for a few seconds, then looked up at her face and smiled. Turning her attention towards the room, and the strange bells that were ringing with a fearful sound, Eugenia could see Sir Ky pulling levers and pressing buttons in a frantic manner, and doing so while grinding his teeth through the work. Maybe he had not been as lucky as her.“Sir Ky, you seem to have injured yourself. Let me take a look at you, I have some medical training. We would not want the only person able to fly this contraption incapacitated while we’re stranded God knows where.” Originally Posted by DSmaster21 Kean picks himself up off the floor and says to Ky "I get the impression that was not what you intended. What does this mean about your people?" "The readout said 'Dead World'. N-no more words are needed." And that, it seemed, was that. Ky was unwilling to discuss this topic any further. Originally Posted by Bigger “Sir Ky, you seem to have injured yourself. Let me take a look at you, I have some medical training. We would not want the only person able to fly this contraption incapacitated while we’re stranded God knows where.” "I'm fine. Please, worry about yourselves instead." Ky didn't look fine. Whether he admitted it or not, he was obviously in a lot of pain right now; In more ways than one. Originally Posted by Any "I'm fine. Please, worry about yourselves instead." The strain, both physical and emotional, was clearly showing through Ky’s stoic façade, and Eugenia knew from her readings that if he kept on this path, he would inevitably be crushed by the pain, the guilt and the loneliness. And where would that leave them? Stranded in the middle of nowhere and no when, in a machine none of them could operate (given enough time and a few pointers, she was convinced she would eventually know how to navigate it, but she would much prefer doing this as a side project than as vital necessity), they would not be able to survive for a long time.“Sir Ky,” she said, waving around her “only you were busying yourself as the ship crashed, and we were all safely seated. I myself was kindly protected by Miss Fred to whom I owe my present unscathed state. Please have a seat and rest for a spell while I take a look at you.” Eugenia tried to sound as concerned as she could. The truth was that, in addition to the need to make sure that their captain was all right, she was eager to gather some first-hand information on the biology of their host. Fred shakes her head a little." Just Fred. The miss makes me feel like a school teacher." She looks at Ky, nodding in agreement that he should sit down." You went flying. You could have a concussion, or something." Ky turned from the console in order to personally assure Eugenia and Fred that he was perfectly fine. Unfortunately, moving so quickly caused the room to (from his perspective) lurch in a most distressing fashion. He just barely managed to avoid collapsing to the floor; Opting instead to collapse into a chair. Slightly abashed, he reluctantly beckoned Eugenia closer."... Fine. But m-make it quick." As she approached Sir Ky and took his wrist in her hand to check his pulse, Eugenia saw the difference in size between her hand and Ky’s and was reminded of the fact that this person was entrusting his health to a child. Such a show of confidence moved her, as she had often been scorned on her Earth when she offered services in important matters. People were fine with showing her as a circus animal, but no one took her seriously enough to give her anything of importance. She would do her best and try not to disappoint him. Spoiler: Let's roll Hide Ingenuity (5) + Medicine (3) + 2d6 = (2d6+8)[18] Fred raises an eyebrow as Eugenia gives Ky a medical check up." So, you went to med school to? Not just the uni, then..." As she examined Ky and became more and more surprised at what she was discovering, Eugenia said, trying to sound somewhat casual:“Actually I did not follow medical studies Fred. But there was a mandatory First Aid class in Oxford, and I was still adjusting to the place when they scheduled it for me a month in advance, and I was under the impression that one was supposed to go to the class with a basic understanding of the subject. I read a few manuals from the Red Cross, expanded on it a bit with some books that were in the library and volunteered a few hours at the local dispensary to get a feel for the thing. The class was not what I expected it to be, but I can deal with basic injuries and illnesses just fine.” "Cool,"Fred smiles, deciding to just give in to the madness of it all. Spoiler: Medical results Hide It doesn't look like there's anything physically wrong with Ky. "Well, Sir Ky, except for a few bruises, I would say you're perfectly fine. Rest for a few minutes while you tell us what you would recommend we do at this point. Do you know of any other dwelling places of your people? Or maybe some sort of central hub where we could gather information?" "There's no time for rest. I've w-wasted enough already. And right now, I'd recommend just getting back on our feet. M-my personal problems can wait." So saying, Ky stood up and started fiddling with the console again. He wanted to complete the emergency checks which had been interrupted before. Fred stands up and walks a round in the console room, looking curiously at the doorways that seem to lead deeper into this place. She turns towards the door where she entered, and takes a deep breath." So....want to see what's outside? We must've crashed into something..." Originally Posted by Any "There's no time for rest. I've w-wasted enough already. And right now, I'd recommend just getting back on our feet. M-my personal problems can wait." So saying, Ky stood up and started fiddling with the console again. He wanted to complete the emergency checks which had been interrupted before. Originally Posted by Yields Fred stands up and walks a round in the console room, looking curiously at the doorways that seem to lead deeper into this place. She turns towards the door where she entered, and takes a deep breath. "So....want to see what's outside? We must've crashed into something..." Kean has been deep in thought but looks up now at Fred. "Sounds good. Is it possible to go outside, Ky? If it is safe we should go investigate, and you can work on whatever you need to do to get us back on our feet." "Just give me a minute to s-scan the exterior..." Assuming the scanner was still working, that is. Originally Posted by Any "Just give me a minute to s-scan the exterior..." Assuming the scanner was still working, that is. All non-essential systems (anything not the infinite size, Life support and translation circuits) are broken. Knowing the full extent of the damage only worsened Ky's depression. No wonder the crash had staggered him so much. He'd likely been feeling an empathic echo of the TARDIS' own injuries. His poor vessel deserved better than this." On second thoughts, you'd b-better take a look. It looks like we won't be going anywhere for a while." Fred looks at Ky, then nods a little and walks over to the door. She wonders briefly if she'll be able to breathe at all, but is too curious. She opens the door and looks outside. Outside is a forest, or at least what used to be one. The trees are toppled for as far as you can see, and there are animal corpses scattered about. You hear a man shouting in the distance, but you can't yet see him. Originally Posted by lord Pringles Outside is a forest, or at least what used to be one. The trees are toppled for as far as you can see, and there are animal corpses scattered about. You hear a man shouting in the distance, but you can't yet see him. {IOC: Going with the assumption that I can hear it too}Kean walks over to the doors and calls a loud "Hello" Kean thinks for a second about the futility of shouting at a barely distinguishable voice. "Ky, do you have anything to amplify our voices? I think someone or something is out there." As she stepped into the open and looked around her, Eugenia could not shake the feeling that judging from the landscape, the species of the trees, the climate and the accent of the “hello” she was hearing, she should at least have a faint idea of where they were and even, seeing the surrounding devastation, whenthey were. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her memory. Spoiler: Roll away Hide Considering the girl is a walking encyclopedia, this should be not too hard to figure out, right? Ingenuity(5) + Knowledge(3) + 2d6 = (2d6+8)[15] Fred wanders a little way from the TARDIS, looking at the toppled trees. She frowns, seeing the scattered animal corpses, then turns to look at the space/time ship to see if there's any outward damage. "Someone's upset...shouting. Not an alien, I think, although I can't make out what he's saying." Originally Posted by DSmaster21 Kean walks over to the doors and calls a loud "Hello" Kean thinks for a second about the futility of shouting at a barely distinguishable voice. "Ky, do you have anything to amplify our voices? I think someone or something is out there." "W-why exactly do you want to draw its attention? Wouldn't it be better to s-stay quiet, and hope it passes us by?" Unlike certain maverick rebels, Ky wasn't in the habit of looking for trouble. Whatever was out there, he doubted it would be any help in fixing a TARDIS. Originally Posted by Bigger As she stepped into the open and looked around her, Eugenia could not shake the feeling that judging from the landscape, the species of the trees, the climate and the accent of the “hello” she was hearing, she should at least have a faint idea of where they were and even, seeing the surrounding devastation, when they were. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her memory. Spoiler: Roll away Hide Considering the girl is a walking encyclopedia, this should be not too hard to figure out, right? Ingenuity(5) + Knowledge(3) + 2d6 = [roll0] Spoiler: Eugenia's Knowledge Hide You know exactly where you are. Just like that, the pages of the Kulak report started to appear in her mind. Siberia, June 30th 1908 (well, considering they were in Tsarist Russia, June 17th, but she knew she would sound pedantic if she started to make such remarks). The Tunguska Event. The most powerful explosion in the written history of mankind, a thousand times more powerful than the Hiroshima Bomb. And no one knew the cause, even though most believed an asteroid had burst in the air. And she was here, probably, judging from the state of decomposition of the animals around here, only mere hours after the event. Pure knowledge, unaltered by unreliable witnesses or degradation of the evidence, just standing there, right there, hers for the taking and the publishing. Who would make fun of her and tell that she was just a child with a good memory when she explained one of the greatest mysteries of the twentieth century? Shaking with excitement and bursting with enthusiasm, she could not believe what Ky had just said. Stay quiet? Hope it passes by? Sure, the man was having a bad day, but this was unacceptable from their captain.“Sir Ky, I trust that you are only saying this because your knowledge of human history is lacking. We are in the vicinity of ground zero of an unexplained explosion that occurred in the beginning of the century in Siberia. This is just the sort of thing one dreams of his entire life. So put yourself together and let’s go take a look. We need samples of the soil near the explosion, and the man we are hearing call will probably be able to give us a reasonably useful testimony. Let’s not waste any more time.” Looking at Fred and Kean and tilting her head to indicate where she was heading to, Eugenia started to make for the man shouting, still unable to believe her luck in being there and then. Fred looks at Eugenia, then suddenly bursts out laughing." Unexplained explosion, huh? Well, I've got a pretty good idea what happened..." She looks back at the TARDIS. Well, Miss Fred may be strangely dressed, but she was clearly quite sharp.“Fred, I agree with you, the coincidence between our crashing here, and the event seems to indicate that the most likely explanation is that the crash of our ship caused this. On the other hand, this is just conjecture at this point, and, even if we did cause this, there is still a lot to be learned by going to the epicenter. And it would be rude not to check on this man.” Originally Posted by Bigger “Sir Ky, I trust that you are only saying this because your knowledge of human history is lacking...” Actually, it was Ky's spirit of adventure that was lacking. He tended to favor the slow, careful approach to exploration; As opposed to the much more popular 'ooh look, a shiny button!' approach. So with that in mind, he turned to give Eugenia a lecture on the importance of not letting curiosity overwhelm good judgement......only to find that she'd already run off. With a strangled cry of panic, Ky dashed out of the TARDIS after her. He had a feeling that his future would contain many moments like this." Eugenia! W-wait for me!" Kean, seemingly about to burst with a sudden flash of thought, slows down and lets Ky catch up to him. "Something feels wrong. If Eugenia is right and our crash caused this shouldn't we already be at the epicenter. If we skidded there should have been two impacts, one when we hit the ground and one when we stopped. If we bounced we should have been launched everywhere. Everything happened rapidly but if either had occurred it is unlikely that Fred could have kept her grip on Eugenia after a succession of impacts or two massive impacts. It is also equally unlikely that neither of us were unharmed. Also, how did the man out there survive being close to the epicenter There were animal corpses near your ship but no sign of scavengers anywhere nearby, how would a man survive being close enough to the center to get there if is no animal is near enough to scavenge the corpses where we were?" Horrified by this thought Kean starts to run after Fred and Eugenia.{IOC: Sorry about the word salad post. Just some thoughts I had. Yes, I am that player that says but why and argues for real world physics and overthinks everything. Which is why I mostly GM. That way I can spend weeks obsessing over every little thing in my head and then ending up throwing out my notes ten minutes before the session and just free-styling it.} Fred follows after Eugenia, keeping an open eye on their environment. Remembering a piece of information the girl had offered on this place she suddenly blinks:"Wait! Siberia? I don't speak Russian!" That was a good question, and one of the first that she had asked when boarding the Tardies.“This won’t be a problem Fred. Sir Ky, being a time-travelling space alien, does not speak English and, as you’ve seen, this is not a problem. I understand that some sort of telepathic device is providing translation for us, and making it seem like everyone is speaking our mother tongue. Which, let me tell you, makes my studies in foreign languages seem pretty futile at this point.” No need to tell her that she did not speak Russian either, aside from the basics. She probably would look uncultured if that piece of information got around. Spoiler: IOC bit Hide I'm doing some of the exposition if that's all right with everyone. Also, I am assuming that we are a few meters ahead of Kean and Ky, hence my not commenting on his remarks, which Eugenia would have otherwise obviously done. IC, Eugenia thinks what she says about the crash being the most probable cause of the event. IOC, of course, we all know that something else is probably afoot. You can hear another shout, this one clear to Kean and the others up front. "We have more survivors! Praise God!" "Really? Neat." Fred looks at Eugenia, then turns towards the shouts." Yeah. They're speaking English." She waves." Over here!" Looking over her shoulder to see if the boys are coming as well, she silently hopes she won't end up in some Siberian prison for destroying the forest. Survivors? Either the people they were about to meet (probably members of a nomad tribe) were wrong, or the reports had been overly optimistic when they had affirmed that the Event had caused no casualties, due to the lack of inhabitants in the impact zone. Eugenia, even more intrigued upon learning this, picked up the pace and prepared herself to be as adorable as she could be when being a little girl was a way to be instantly liked by strangers.“Come on, Fred. Let’s meet our new friends.” "Why are they *pant* all so eager to run off and meet strangers? Don't they understand that it's *pant* dangerous out here?" After much unseemly running, Ky eventually caught up with the two wayward girls. He drew up alongside them, panting heavily, just after they'd called out to their 'new friends'. He'd really been hoping to stop them before they attracted attention. Ah well, too late for that now. He'd just have to protect them as best he could. Fred nods at the boys when they catch up, then turns towards whoever was shouting. The man is wearing a cheap suit and a strange looking pin on his collar and a metal ball around his ear. He's carrying a hunting rifle, and as he sees you coming towards him, he exclaims, "My god, they're human! " He moves his hand down from his uncovered ear and stares at you, mouth agape, "Who are you? Why are you here?" Although she was tempted to introduce herself like a proper person, Eugenia was almost certain that puzzling even more the man with a gun in his hand by presenting herself as an adult was not the best idea ever. It was time to get creative and be a little bit more sneaky. Throwing her arms around Fred’s legs, she decided to go all out.“Mommy, mommy, is the man going to hurt us?”, she said in her most frightened voice, hoping to appease the man and make him see them as friendly. Out of habit, Ky very almost corrected the stranger's assumption about them all being human. Deception didn't come naturally to him. Eugenia, on the other hand, seemed all too eager to spin a web of lies for this newcomer. Meanwhile, Ky was throwing up his hands and shouting assurances of innocence." Don't shoot! We're just simple travelers who've got a little lost!" Fred looks down at Eugenia clinging to her leg. She raises an eyebrow. Mommy?! Just how old did the kid think she is? She doesn't object, though, just looks at the man with the shotgun. "I don't think so..." Kean looks around at the devastation. "What happened here?"{IOC: Sorry I am still pretty tired.} Eugenia put on a best air of frightened-but-brave little girl, advanced towards the man and curtsied as well as she could, saying, hoping to sound her age, “Hello kind sir, my name is Eugenia. I am sorry if I offended you when I asked my mother if you were going to hurt us. That was not very nice of me. It’s just that this has been a very scary day.” Fred looks at the rifle and starts calculating whether she'll be able to take him down before he can fire, should he prove hostile." Why were you surprised we are human? Why wouldn't we be?" She looks at the man.

[DWAiTaS] [IC] Let's Do the Time Warp Again|rating:4.0

School For Angels

In the school for angels, students are taught right from wrong. Here they are taught how to fight with weapons of light, how to fly for those to young, and just making friends. But the headmaster isn't what he appears to be. He is the leader of the shadow angels and plans to turn the angles into shadow angels. Will anyone be able to stop him or will the angels be forced to join the shadow angels. Just post the profiles.no godmoddingName:Age:Gender:Bio:Picture:Name: Willow Age: 17Gender: Female Bio: She is the daughter of the headmaster. She knows everything and she is scared. She is a life angel because he never changed her, but threatens to change her if she opens her mouth. Furthermore, she doesn't know that he is scared that she might stop him because she is the only one powerful to alone. Because of this she has no friends. Picture: Name: Cassie Age: 17Gender: Female Bio: Cassie is a normal angle who is all about having fun. Sure she will work hard for school work but after that she is always trying to have some fun. She is open-minded and will always try to make others happy. Picture: Willow sat on one of the many benches in front of the school. She had her wings hanging low, and she was scarred. The student shad no clue what was inshore if they mastered all the classes. She had just found out last night about her father, and he told her to keep her mouth shut. She stared down at the ground. Cassie skipped down a path outside the school since classes hadn't started, yet she was out having a good time. She was wearing her favorite outfit, seeing as it was a nice day she thought that it deserved a nice outfit. She saw a girl sitting on a bench and flowed over to her saying "Hello, my name is Cassie", she smiled and placed her feet on the ground.((She is wearing the outfit in her picture)) Willow ignored her. Furthermore, she wasn't aloud to talk to anyone or have any friends. Furthermore, she knew her father was watching her. Cassie was confused she tilted her head and said "Hello?", she didn't know why the girl didn't answer maybe she was deaf? She tapped the girl on the shoulder and smiled at her. "I'm sorry I can't talk to anyone," she whispered hopping the girl would hear and go away. Cassie looked at the girl and said "Why not we are all just here to learn and have a good time?", stood there and looked at the girl smiling. "I just can't," she SIAD and stop up and quickly flew to one of the trees and flew up to one of the branches. Cassie was still so confused she followed the girl and flowed beside the tree saying "That isn't a very good answer", she sighed then said "But if you want to be left alone I won't bug you anymore". She floated down to the ground and started to walk towards the school doors, she smiled still seeing as it was a nice day and didn't let what had just happened bug her any longer. She didn't want to be mean to her but her father said she couldn't talk to anyone. She climbed from the tree and made her way to her first class. Battling. Cassie walked through the doors and headed to her class angel history. She and the others in her class began practicing with weapons Cassie sat at the desk and listen to the teacher and read through some of the text book, this class didn't look to be too hard, but she was still going to work at it. She took notes and jotted down what they had to do for homework. The headmaster came on the intercom. "All angels that are 17 and 18 please go to the auditorium please," he SIAD. Cassie sighed when they called at 17 and 18-year-olds away from class, she put her things in her bag and stood up she was going to miss some of the lesson, but she would always catch up. She walked out of the classroom and headed towards the auditorium. Willow followed all the others into the auditorium. They flew up to the chairs and waited for the announcements. Cassie sat in one of the chairs she sat in the middle and looked around. The headmaster flew up to the podium. "Hello my young angels. I realize this year will be your last her at the school. That is why at the end of today I will have a gift for everyone to help you during the year," he SIAD showing them a pendant. "It will help you in your studies like battling and flying," he said. He continued with the amusements. Willow sat quietly. She knew what the necklaces really did. Cassie looked forward when she heard a voice, when he said something about being their last year and had something to help them study she sat back in her seat. She didn't need any help studying she always worked hard at school and never got a grade below 90. She smiled and continued to listen in case there was something else. "Also I will need to see a few students after this Assembly," he said then called out names. One was Cassie. Another was willow. Cassie sat up when she heard her name and thought to herself great I might have been able to make it back to class, but it looks like that won't happen now. She knew that she would just have to work harder and talk to the teacher after school to see what she missed. She waited until everyone else stood up to leave and stood up waiting for them to leave. When the others left there were at least six or seven that had been called. They flew down in front of him. "You seven have been chosen to wear special amulets. By wearing these, it will show that you are each the best at something," he said and gave them each an amulet. Cassie looked at the amulet and then said "Best at what?", she held the amulet in her hand she still didn't think she needed one. 'Like best at athletics, or like you, the hard worker, or those who listen to instructions," he said walking in front of willow when he said that but the continued walked down the line of angels. Cassie sighed when he said hard worker that was only for school, but she guessed that is the only way he knew her. Maybe if he got out more he would see the real her, she rolled her eyes and smiled. She still didn't get the point of these things, but she didn't want to ask more questions. Willow saw that everyone but Cassie and herself hadn't put the necklaces on. Of course her fatter had told her not too because of what was going to happen. "Aren't you going to put yours on Cassie," he asked. Cassie looked at him and said "I don't think I need it. Like you said I am a hard worker and I don't think wearing this will change anything." "Well at least wear it right now. I am taking a picture," he SIAD. "Why?" she sighed and said "Never mind", she rolled her eyes and put the necklace on to her this we stupid. He took the picture and sat the camera down. "Now time for your little surprise," he SIAD with a chuckle. His wigs turned black. He looked at the first 5 which was everyone but Cassie and willow. He raised his hand and it grew sending beams at the necklaces train their wings black and turning them into shadow angels. "Now time for you Cassie," he said. The doors were locked and there was no way out.[sorry i wanted action already lol] ((It's alright))Cassie was shock at what had just happened she looked at the others and then at the headmaster and turned around to flew towards the doors. This was not a very good surprise in her opinion and that this nice day was officially ruined. The doors all locked and so did the windows. "Not so fast Cassie," The headmaster said with a chuckle. The other students that were changed surrounded her. Their eyes were red. Willow just floated in the place she AHD been. She didn't know what to do, but she knew her father didn't want her interfering. Cassie looked back at the headmaster and said "What did you do to them", she tried to avoid the other and started to fly higher. She tried to take the amulet off, she knew that if he couldn't get to it, she would be safe. "don't bother. Once on, the amulets scan be taken off. And they are now part of my shadow angel army." he said with a chuckled. Cassie stopped pulling at the amulet and started to fly around with her back to him, she wasn't going to turn around. She then said "Why are you doing this?" "Because. I plan to rule the entire royal angels and their kingdom. But to do that I found out I must take over their future. I must control the young angels," he said. Willow was still hovering by her father. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to help Cassie. Cassie flew over to one of the doors maybe if someone heard her they could help, she said "You really need to get a grip you will never be able to do that". She landed by the door and started to bang her fists against the door screaming for help. He chuckled. The doors are soundproof. Now hold still," he said. Two of the others grabbed Cassie. He was about to activate the necklace. "Father please don't," Willow said. The headmaster looked at willow then chuckled. "What did you say Willow," he said. "I said please don't. You shouldn't force them to join." she said quietly. She was kind of scared he would hit her or tel her to be quiet. "Very well. I won't change her. But you have to make sure she keeps her mouth shut willow," he SIAD then he and the others vanished and the doors opened. Cassie was frightened when the others grabbed her and then looked at Willow when she finally said something. Now she knew the girls name and that this person who was trying to do this to them was her father. When they let go of her she waited for them to leave and then turned and walked out and flew towards the outside she wasn't going to her next class she needed to get out of this place. "Cassie wait," Willow said following her. Cassie didn't stop until she was outside, she placed her feet down on the found and then stood there looking up at the sky. "Cassie please don't go," Willow SIAD catching up to her. "I... I don't want to be the only one here who knows. I am sorry for my father," she said. She didn't want to be the only one who knew the future of all the students. She needed someone to talk to. And now that Cassie knew, she had someone to talk to. Cassie turned to Willow and said "They have to know", she looked back at the school then said "I get that he is your father and all but this is wrong, he shouldn't be doing this". She looked back at Willow and said "I could go warn the royals, and they could prepare and..." she trailed off and then looked back up at the sky saying "The students should know as well". She looked back at Willow. "You don't get it. He will deny it if we say anything. Who is going to believe us. The royals will think we are lying." she said. Cassie turned and started to walk away saying "The students that he has turned will be proof also this stupid amulet", she looked down at it and then back forward still walking. "But if you leave, then he will find out and blame me and then.... near mind. Just go," she said. She turned around and started walking into the building. Cassie stopped and said "Wait Willow what will he do?" she turned around and floated over towards her. "Nothing. It's nothing," she said pausing form walking. She rubbed her wrist. Whenever he would get made at her for not doing a job right he would cut the wrist til they bled. He would also make it where she wouldn't be able to fly four a certain amount of time. Cassie stood in front of Willow and said "No it is something you wouldn't bring it up if it was nothing", she looked at Willow then back at the school saying "Come with me then we can tell the royals together". She smiled at Willow and then said "Then we can come back and warn the students. Or we could warn the students first then tell the royals?" "They won't believe us. It would be better to go to the royals first though," she said. She was still rubbing her wrist. They still hurt from the last time he cut them. Cassie looked down at Willow's wrists and then back up at her saying "He won't hurt you again" she paused then said "Come on" "ok," she said. Cassie smiled and took Willows hand and started to walk away from the school. Willow followed her. Cassie looked back at Willow and said "So is this the reason you couldn't talk to me earlier?", she saw that the school was slowly disappearing. "I'm not aloud to talk to anyone or have any friends. He told me that no one wants to hang around the likes of me and that if I talked to anyone he would punish me," she said. Cassie smiled and said "I wanted to hang out with you," she continued to walk towards where the royals were. "I know, but i didn't want to get in trouble. It took SOE courage to speak up in the auditorium. I just didn't want you changed" she SIAD. Cassie smiled and said "Thanks", she then said "We should get to the royals in about an hour". "Ok" she said. ((Sorry had to go eat))Cassie smiled and continued to walk it seemed to be quite here, and she liked it, it reminded her of how nice the day was. "Ive never been away from the school before," she SIAD. Cassie looked back at Willow and said "It's really nice out here the school didn't really have a lot to it, but it was nice" she looked forward again and then said "Look there is the building for the royals". She pointed to the building and then started to fly towards it. Willow followed. A guard stopped them at the gate. "Who are you two young ladies and what is your business here," he asked. Cassie stopped and smiled saying "I am Cassie and this is Willow we are for the school and want to take to the royals about a few problems that are going on there". "Very well follow me" he SIAD leading them inside the gate. They entered the white castle and were in the foyer. "Wait here," he SIAD then went into the doors to the throne room. A few minutes later he came back and led them in. Cassie smiled and followed the man, she smiled and said "Thank you" to the man and then faced the royals saying "Thanks for seeing us" she curtsied and smiled at them. Willow cursed too. There was a king, a queen, a prince, and a princess. The king gave them a smile. They all radiated good. "You are welcome. So my general tells me your school is having troubles. Yes I allowed them to build that school to give you all a place to learn. What is wrong," he asked. Cassie looked at Willow then back at them saying "Well, the headmaster isn't really helping us he is more against you than anything. He is turning us into shadow angels, I wouldn't have gotten away if it wasn't for the help of my friend". She lowered her head she didn't know how they would take it, but it was worth a try. "Nonsense. My brother would never do something like that. He is the one who runs it after all," the king said. Cassie looked up at them and then back at Willow and said nothing she couldn't believe it. "Becuase we saw it ourselves. He tried changing Cassie, your majesty," she said. So the king was her uncle. She didn't know that. "Are you sure," The queen asked. "Yes" Willow said. "And why should we believe you," The King asked. "Because I am Willow, I am the daughter of your brother. I am your niece," willow said. Cassie looked back at Willow and then at the queen when she spoke and then her eyes went to the floor when Willow finished speaking. She couldn't really add anything at the moment. "Very well. We will look into it Willow. Meanwhile, I want you and Cassie to stay here. It is clear that he will try turning Cassie again or hurt you for telling us this," The Queen SIAD. Cassie looked up at Willow and then at the Queen saying "What about the other students he gave them all necklaces they could be turned?" She bit her lip and looked down cringing at the memory of the others that were in the room. "I can put a protection spell on all the students at the school so they won't be turned," the king SIAD. Cassie nodded without looking up and said "They still have to know", she looked back at Willow. "They will. As soon as possible," the king said. Cassie wooded and then said "So what do we do now?" "One of our servants can show you to the guest room," the queen said. A servant came in told them to follow him. Cassie nodded and followed the man. He opens a door, and you see two giant king-sized beds, a few dressers and a giant closet full of clothes. Cassie smiled and said "Thank you" she walked into the room and sat on one of the beds. Willow sat on one of the beds to. She laid back. "These are soft," she said. Cassie looked at her and then said "Don't get to comfy we have to help them." "I know. I am just not used to beds this soft," she said. Cassie looked at Willow and said "Maybe you should stay here." "I don't know. I guess I might if the let me. I don't want to go back to him," she SIAD. "Well they already said that you can stay here" she smiled and stood up then said "I better head back to warn the others", she didn't want to let the royals know that she was leaving so she walked over to the window and looked out. "But you can't go by yourself," she said. Cassie looked back at Willow and said "It will be less noticeable for one to go", she leaned on the window ledge and hung her legs on the outside. Looking back she smiled and said "Cover for me and don't tell them please?" "Ok. Be safe ok," she said. Cassie nodded and smiled, sliding off the edge she started to make her way back towards the school. Willow felt tired and fell asleep in the bed. It felt so comfortable. In the distance you see the school is quiet and no one is stirring. Cassie landed behind the school and walked in, it was strange to see it so empty she headed towards one of the classrooms to see if they were in class. You see two of the changed students holding back one of the teachers, and you see the headmaster change her. Cassie stopped and hid behind the wall, she couldn't believe it not only was he turning the students he was turning the teachers. She turned and started to run the other way she needed to tell someone so that they could help. You see two regular angels hiding in one of the other rooms. They were about 14 or 15. Cassie ran into the room and said "You better get out of her and warn the other students" she paused to catch her breath then said "He is turning everyone into shadow angels and if you don't want to be one you should get out". "We know. He came into all the classrooms changing everyone. Only a few others got away. Most of them were changed and are collecting what angels are left," one of the girls said. "Hey your Cassie right. Te headmaster is looking for you and his daughter willow. And he said when he finishes changing the AST of the teachers, they are going to the castle," she said. Cassie looked at hem and said "Your two go to the castle now there are people there that can help you I already told them about what is going on here." She wasn't shocked to hear that the headmaster was looking for her and Willow they rand away right after he left. She smiled and said "I will go look for others just get out of her now", she turned and walked out into the hall looking into all the room to see if she saw anyone else. Then woof the shadow angels appeared and grabbed Cassie. "And where do you think you are going Cassie," The headmaster said appearing in front of her. "Where have you been?" he asked. Cassie struggled against the angels and then looked at the headmaster saying "I went for a walk". "I FID that unlikely. Where is Willow," he said. "I don't know I left her in front of the school before I went for my walk", Cassie didn't really like lying, but it was to help protect Willow. He chuckled. "Your lying Cassie. I have my...connections in the palace. In fact I think that Willow will be joining us soon," he SIAD. Cassie struggled and said "You leave her alone" "I don't have to. She is my daughter after all. And once i have my army, I will bring my brother down from the throne," he said. Willow was in her bed still asleep. The door opened and the servant who had shown them the room walked in. His wings were black now. Everyone else in the castle were eating dinner. He chuckled and walked up to willow's bed. He moved a peace of green hair from her face. Furthermore, he yanked her up from the bed putting a hand over her mouth so she wouldn't yell and holding her hands with the other. She tried struggling but he chuckled at the attempt. He flew out of the window towards the school. "He's your brother your family, he trusted you with this job and now your using it against him" she stopped struggling and then said "Willow is your daughter, but you supposed to care for her not hurt her." "Do you think I care about my family. My brother only gave me the job because he wanted me out of the castle. And willow well she never listens to instructions. Did willow ever tell you about her mom. The reason she is so scarred all the time," he said. "No she never told me about her mom because she was following your instructions. So you can't say that she doesn't listen" Cassie phase "And did your brother even tell you that? You might guess that is why, but it might not be." She bit her lip then said "Now let me go!" "I am afraid I cant do that right now. You our ticket into the castle. You and willow. " He said. The servant flew into the doors with willow. He let her go, and two more angels grabbed her. "Willow!" Cassie looked at her and then back at the headmaster saying "You can't do this, and I am not helping you not after this". "Yes you will. You won't have a choice," he said then raised his hand. It grew and so did Cassie necklace. The change began.[go long I want to make willow get over her far and stop her father in a bit Cassie cringed and said "Fine I'll help just stop please". "Good girl," he said stopping. Cassie looked over at Willow and then down at the ground, she just gave in she hated having to do that. H snapped his fingers and the angels took them outside, and they saw the rest of the army. They made there way towards the palace. Cassie was shocked to see how many shadow angels there were, she continued to looked down as the went to the palace. She thought to herself this is all my fault I wanted to go to the royals and now this happens. She looked over at Willow and said "I'm sorry" "it isn't your fault. I shouldn't be so scared," she said. She couldn't help but remember what her father had done to her mother. "Why are you so scared?" Cassie remembered the headmaster mention something about Willow being so scared and wondered if it had anything to with her mother. "When...when I was little, my mom and dad got into an argument. Then they started fighting. That's when he....he killed her. Then he became the leader of the shadow angels," she said. Cassie wanted to Hug Willow but being held by the two shadow angels wasn't going to let her. She smiled slightly and said "I'm sorry Willow, but you don't have to be scared anymore. He will get what he deserves you wait and see". "He is too powerful to stop. There is only one person who can stop him," she said. Cassie smiled she still believed that he would get what he deserves and then said "That one person will stop him". She looked forward and said "I just wish that we could walk on our own my arms are starting to hurt". "Very well. Release them." the headmaster said. The other angels let go of their hands. They stopped in front of the castle. Cassie looked at castle and then at Willow she didn't know what to say. "Brother come out. I have a surprise for you," he yelled. Then willow got an idea. "Cassie i...I can stop him. Close your eyes" she whispered. She began speaking the language of the spirits. Then she grew and the whole area was filled with a bright light. Cassie closed her eyes and looked away from Willow. When the light cleared, her father was gone and they army of angels was gone. Willow felt weak now and passed out. Cassie opened her eyes and saw that Willow had passed out, she knelt down beside her and said "Willow, are you alright?" "She is fine. She just needs some rest," the queen and king were standing in the opened door of the castle. Cassie looked back at them and then back at Willow, she stood up and picked Willow up and walked towards them asking "Can she stay here?" "Of house she can. You can to if you like" the king said. Cassie smiled and said "Thanks" "we were actually on our way to your school. Even from here it had looked like something was wrong" the queen said. Cassie sighed and said "Most of the students were turned and if not they are hiding." "They are all back to normal now but they won't remember anything. that's the effect of willow's powers" the queen said. Cassie looked at Willow and then said "What about her father? I mean the headmaster?", she looked back up and them. "Her attack took away his shadow angel powers so now he is a regular angel" the king said. "So the school is safe again. That's good" she smiled and looked down at Willow she hoped that she was alright and was going to come back to school. "It will take her a few days to regain her strength. But she will be back at school in a few days," the queens ain guessing from her face, what Cassie was thinking Cassie looked up at her and smiled then said "I hope so". "You should get back to school. We will make sure that Willow gets rested," The queen said. Cassie nodded and held Willow out to them, going back to school would probably be a good thing to do. The queen gently took willow. "He will remember everything but he isn't a shadow angel anymore. So he won't be dangerous, but he will remember everything he has done," the king said. Cassie nodded and then said "Tell Willow that I said hi when she wakes up", she turned and started to fly back towards the school. "Ok" the queen said. She and the king took willow and went into the castle. The queen took her o he guest room and laid her down in the bed, and they left her to rest.[time skip to when she is better?] {Sure}It had been a few days and Cassie was waiting for Willow to return she had been avoiding the headmaster she just didn't want to be near him really. She sat on a bench in front of the school waiting to see if Willow was coming back today. Willow landed on the sidewalk. Her hair was braided and she war a cute little sky blue sundress with flip-flops. She walked over to Cassie. "Hi Cassie" she said. Cassie looked up when she heard Willow and stood up hugging her saying "Welcome back". She stood back at smiled at her saying "You look very nice". "Thanks. One of the servant girls braided it. And the queen gave me this dress to wear today. I love it their. Its so fun," she said. For the first time she had a smile on her face. Cassie smiled and said "I sure sound like it" she paused then said "Well it is school here not so much fun you have to learn things". She giggled a little it was finally nice to see that Willow knew how to smile. "So do you want to come to the castle with me this evening. We are having an amazing dinner, and they are going to teach me how to ride a horse. She sometimes said its easier than flying around all the time," willow said. Cassie smiled and said "I don't know maybe if I don't have too much homework", she then thought for a moment then said "Riding a horse sounds like fun, but I would rather fly". "But they have loads of horses. There is one that is pure white and beautiful," she SIAD. Cassie smiled and said "It sounds beautiful", she looked back at the school then said "We can talk about it more at lunch we should really get to class though". "Yeah your right. I'll see you at lunch," willow said. She went inside and made her way towards history. Cassie smiled and waved goodbye to Willow and then headed around to the back of the school for flying. Willow looked at the boar as the teacher wrote what they were going to study down. Cassie sat on the grass as her teacher explained what there were going to do today. It turned out that they were playing a game to try and get faster, and what better way then to play tag while flying. Willow wrote down notes as the teacher told them about the first king and queen, which would be her great great-great-grandparents. She's till couldn't believe her uncle and aunt were king and queen. The castle was the best place ever. She WNT back to writing notes. Cassie stood up when the teacher was done explaining though it really wasn't needed. She picked someone who was it, and then they all took to the sky dodging the person who was it. Cassie was flying around when she has the person who was it out of the corner of her eye and then stopped dead, when the person who was close enough to touch her she moved out of the way and started to fly straight up after the flu by. The teacher assigned them a team project. He put them in groups of two and it was boy and girl. She and one of the boys, Zander, got put together.[sorry I am watching Buffy the vampire slayer and I like the name wander.] {Lol great movie to be watching, oh, and I am going to add something dramatic in}Cassie smiled when she got away from the person and hovered lightly in one spot she was pretty high up, but that didn't matter really. She looked down at the people flying below her and was about to go back down when she got hit with something in her right wing and started to fall. She screamed she couldn't catch herself she was falling and couldn't get back up, she saw the ground coming up fast she wrapped her left wing around herself, but her right wing wouldn't move. Then she hit the ground. [!!!!!!! I can't resist doing this]The bell rang. Willow was one of the first ones out of the class. Her next class was flying. If she hurried she might be able to catch Cassie. She flew around the school and went outside. Some of her other classmates were already there and some from the class before, but they were surrounding someone. She flew over to the ground and made her way through the crowd. She saw Cassie and her eyes went wide. {lol}Cassie slowly opened her eyes, the whole right side of her body hurt. He left wing covered her view for the most part and only saw people's feet. There were more than was supposed to be she figured that the bell rang and that the next class was here as well as some of her class. She felt the pain in her right wing and then closed her eyes tight she landed on it as well as it being hit by something, but she didn't know what it came out of nowhere, and she didn't see it coming. She uncurled her left wing and looked up the first thing she saw was Willow staring at her. "Cassie are you ok" willow heard the teacher ask her as the teacher kneeled down beside Cassie. Cassie looked up at the teacher and said "Somewhat, but the whole right side of my body hurts, but mostly my wing", she looked over at Willow again this was just great the day that she comes back is the day she gets hurt. "Ok just stay still. Someone go get the nurse," the teacher said. One of the other girls ran into the building for the nurse. Willow needed down beside Cassie. She could say anything because she was scared her friend was hurt. The girl came out with the nurse. Cassie listened to her teacher and didn't move, when Willow was beside her Cassie smiled and said "Come on it's not that bad I just fell". When she saw the nurse she sighed this day was just getting longer, and she needed to get to her next class soon, or she would miss the lesson. Willow moved, so the nurse could look at her. The nurse gently touched her finger to Cassie wing. "It is broken in a few places," she said. She took out an ice pack and sat it on Cassie's wings. Cassie cringed at the weight of the ice pack and then looked at Willow saying "Looks like I'm not going to be flying for a while" she laughed a little then asked the nurse "So how long really?" "It will take about a week or two to heal. Till then, you might need some help getting around." the nurse said. Cassie nodded and then said "I should probably get to class now" "ill help," Willow said gently helping her up. Cassie smiled as Willow helped her up then said "Thanks Willow" "your welcome," willow said. She picked up Cassie's bags. Cassie smiled at Willow then said "I have history next". "Ok. let's go," she SIAD helping her to the door. Alice smiled at Willow when they got to the doors then said "I can go from here you should get back to your class" she paused "oh and if your playing tag doesn't fly to high" she smiled again. "I won't. Be careful" she said then went back to flying class. Cassie smiled and then headed towards history Willow's class played tag too.[I bet now she wants the horse] (Oh yea should have listened)Cassie sat at the desk awkwardly because of her wing. Willow was it until she tagged one of the boys and flew around avoiding him. Cassie sat there and took notes by the looks of it she wouldn't have a lot of homework tonight. She smiled and thought that she was going to take Willow up on her offer. [time skip to the end of school]The last bell rang and willow went to her locker and got her homework. (Alright)Cassie was glad that school was over, She gathered her things from her locker and headed towards Willow's Willow looked around and saw Cassie. She smiled and walked up to her. "Ok so I guess you want to come riding with me after all," she said. "Yea, I don't have a lot of homework, so I will come" she smiled at Willow and then said "But we are going to have to walk" "no we won't" she said leading her outside. The king and queen where waiting on two brown horses. "Hop on" she said getting on the horse with her uncle. Cassie followed Willow and then looked at the horses saying "I don't know". "don't worry there sweet," the queen said. "Umm alright" Cassie climbed with the queen and sighed. They rode towards the castle. Cassie looked at Willow it was a little better than flying, but she still would have performed it, she looked back at the school she had no idea what she was hit with or by whom. "Do you know what was thrown at you," she asked. Cassie looked at her and said "Umm no I don't sorry". "It must have been heavy" she said. "I don't know it... umm... I didn't see coming, but it felt heavy". "Do you think it was a student" she asked. "I don't know" Cassie looked down at the ground she wished she could help more, but she didn't see. "Wait who all was flying. It couldn't have been thrown from the ground to do that kind of damage." she said. "My whole class but I was watching them when I got hit they were below me. I guess that is what I get for flying so high". Cassie laughed a little. "Hmm that's weird because we were missing a few of our students from my class when you were having flying. " She said. Cassie looked at the ground she didn't like blaming other people unless it was clear that they did it. She looked back up and said "They could have been sick you never know" "one of these I saw earlier that morning" she said. Cassie laughed and said "How long were you at school before you found me?" "For one class period" she said. "Oh" Alice looked down then said "Maybe they were skipping class" "I know you don't want to blame anyone, but it is our only lead right now" she said. "But what if we blame them, and it wasn't even them?" she looked down at the ground then back up at Willow saying "Come on let's forget about it right now, didn't we come out to have a good time?" "Yes" she said with a smile. They rode into the stables and willow jumped down. There were two new pairs of riding boots beside the door. One for her and one for Cassie. "let's get ready," she said putting on the boots. Cassie got off the horse and walked over to where Willow was and said "Right now, shouldn't we do our homework first?" "We can do that in a bit. But with that wing you will need to learn some way to get around," willow said. Cassie smiled and said "Walking is just fine, and I already know how to do that" she laughed. "But it isn't fun," she said getting two white horses from the stables. "Here you can have Anabel. She is very gentle" she said. She got on the bigger one. "This is lightening. He is very fast but is very sweet," she said petting the horses' mane. He gave a playful neigh.[would you mind looking at my new RP just click the link in my signature.] {Sure I will take a look at it}Cassie sighed and said "Alright", she pulled on the boots and looked at the horse. "If you need help getting on there is a stool by the wall" she said. Cassie laughed then said "Good idea, I was thinking of just fly to get up but then remembered my wing", she smiled and walked over and got the stool then came back and got on the horse. The horse gave a happy neigh and turned its head to look at her. "She wants you to scratch her ear," Willow said. Cassie smiled and scratched the horse's ear then turned to Willow saying "What now?" "Ok gently take the reins in both hands and give it a gentle shake like this," she said. She pulled her hands up and then back down making the horse begin to walk forward. Cassie smiled and watched Willow then did the same. Willow led her up the hill. "Do it again to go faster," she said. She did it again and sped up a little bit. Cassie smiled and then followed Willow's lead, it was different but fun. "Ok tug left to go right and right to go left." she said. She demonstrated each of them. Cassie was confused "Why would it be the opposite?" "I don't know that's just how it is," she said. Cassie laughed and said "To think I thought that it was starting to be easy" to stop just pull on the reins" she said pulling on the reins and stopping. Cassie smiled and pulled on the reins saying "That may have been a good thing to learn first" "sorry. So you wanna race up the hill since you know the basics," she asked. "Umm sure" "ok go" she said and took off fast but slow enough for her to keep up. Cassie smiled and took off after Willow. [time for me to get hurt]Willow was almost to the top of the hill. She didn't notice a small hole in the ground and her horse's hoof got stuck in it jolting him to a stop breaking his foot and sending her forward. She pass knocked out from the fall. {lol}Cassie stopped her horse and jumped down running over to Willow screaming her name. The side of her forehead had a deep cute with blood trickling out because she had hit it on a rock. Cassie looked at the cut and then put her hand over it to try and stop it from bleeding. Willow weakly opened her eyes. "Cassie" she said weakly. "What happened" she asked. "You fell off your horse and hit your head". "Everything is blurry. We should...go back to the castle," she said. "Umm yea problem is your head is bleeding, and your horse is stuck in a hole". "Go get... Lilliana" she said.[Lillian is the queen] Cassie looked at Willow then said "I can't leave you your hurt" "get the stable hand" she said. "Were halfway up the hill, and you want me to run back and get someone", she sighed and then SIAD "Fine but" she picked up Willows hand and placed it on her forehead "Keep pressure on it until someone else gets here". She stood up and started to run back to the barn. Once there she told the stable hand and they took off running towards Willow. She then turned and went to go find the Queen, once she did, she looked at her and said "Willow fell off the horse... her head is bleeding... she hit a rock... up on the hill". "Oh no," The queen SIAD. "let's go" she said running out of the castle. The stable boy, Jake, ran up and bent down beside willow. "Willow are you ok" he asked. "Yeah, but I can't feel my hand," she said. He took out a cloth and used it to clean up her cut, and he put some pressure on it. He then felt her wrist softy. "Its broken," he said. Cassie ran after the queen and towards where Willow was. When the queen got to willow, Jake stood up. "She fine just a cut and a broken wrist," he said. Cassie stood there and looked at Willow Jake gently picked her up. She had fallen asleep again. "I'll take her to her room, but you should get the castle doctor" he told the queen. "Ok I will. Come on Cassie" she SIAD and they flew to the castle. Jake took willow to her room. Cassie sighed and then sat down beside Willow's horse and lifted it's leg, she wasn't going to leave it here either. Lightening neighed. He nuzzled her hand. Then he spoke. "Thank you, Cassie" he said. Cassie looked at the horse in shock she didn't think that they could talk, she leaned back against it and said "Your welcome", she thought that she was hearing things. "All of us can talk," Anabel said sitting beside Cassie. "I've never heard a horse talk before, but I guess that is because I never really have been around them before", she moved a little so that her wing wasn't being squished behind her. "My hoof hurts," Lightening said. "That's what you get for going so fast," Anabel said. Cassie looked at him and said "I wish I could help". "You helped me just by getting my leg out," he said. He stood up. His leg was fully healed. "Our wounds heal quickly," he said. Cassie smiled and said "That's good" she stood up and then said "I wish my wing would heal like that" she laughed a little. "It can" they both said and licked her wing. It began healing. "We are healing horses. We can heal any gingery. We would have healed willow, but her wound was too great. We could sense it. Her wrist is broken, three cracked ribs, and head drama," Anabel said. Cassie looked at the ground and said "I hope she is alright". "Don't worry she is a royal. She will heal fast" Lightening said. "Only because of her dad" Cassie mumbled then said "I hope so", she looked back at the castle and said "Maybe You guy should go back to the stable." "Nah we never stay in the stable. We are part of the guard," Anabel said. "Yeah" Lightening said. "So you guard the cattle?" "Well we used to be humans. That was before we were transformed" Lightening said. "Why did you transform?" Cassie looked at the looked horse "lets just say we made some fairies mad," he SIAD. Cassie nodded and said "Mad fairies is never a good thing I guess". "You got that right. Shall we go check on willow," Lightening said bending down so she could get on? "I would be glad for you to rid me" he said. Cassie smiled and said "Thanks" she climbed on and said "I think checking on Willow would be a good idea" "hold on" she said speeding up he and Anabel took willow to the castle. They walked inside and made there way upstairs. They stopped outside of her room and bent down to let her off. "Hee ya go." she SIAD. Cassie smiled and said "Thank you", she waves goodbye and the opened the door the Willow's room and then walked over to the bed and sat down beside it saying "Hey Willow you awake?" Willow opened her eyes. "Yeah I am awake" she SIAD. She was bandaged where her ribs were broken, and her arm was in a cast. There was a cloth around her head. Cassie smiled and said "I'm glad your awake" "so did you here them talk" she asked. Cassie smiled and said "Yea it was creepy at first" "same when I heard. Did they tell you how they became horses" she asked? "Umm just the part where they made some varies mad" she laughed. "They stepped on their houses" she said. Cassie laughed then said "That would make me mad" "yeah. it's not to bad though. You don't get bored when riding alone," she SIAD. Cassie smiled and said "I guess that was right" willow looked at her wing. "Did they heal it" she asked. Cassie smiled and said "Yea" she paused "I can fly you around now" "I can still fly but I am tired right now. Illiana said I should rest for a while. It seems like were always getting hurt doesn't it." she said. "It does" Cassie stood up and said "Well you should get some rest" "ok" she said with a smile. She then closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Cassie smiled then stood up and walked back over to the door and stepped outside of it closing it behind her. She leaned against the wall and sighed this really wasn't the best day for her. Lilliana walked up beside her. "Are you ok" she asked. Cassie looked up at her and said "Yea I'm fine just tired is all", she stood up and then said "I should really get back to school though". "Ok" she said. Cassie smiled and said "Good night, and thanks for everything", she walked past her and headed towards the front doors of the palace. "Your welcome" she said then went inside to check on willow. Cassie smiled then left and headed back to the school, once she got there she went to her room and fell asleep. [ok next day]Willow sat up. She felt better, but her aunt said not to go to school. How many classes would she miss? {Yup}Cassie got up and realized that she was going to be late if she didn't get to her first class soon. She rushed around and then headed to her first class just making it on time.

School For Angels|rating:3.0

IC_ My Hero Academia-Becoming the Symbol of Peace

The beginning of the 20th century, a strange phenomenon was discovered among mankind. It was the sign that humanity was evolving in a new, exciting direction, one with endless possibilities. The Quirk-an ability that stretched the limits of what people thought humans could possibly accomplish. In the modern day, 80% of the world has some form of Quirk. Most are minor, or make little impact in the person's everyday life. Others allow their wielders to be capable of extraordinary feats. And to those who possess both such a quirk and valor beyond that of ordinary men, they can become a symbol to the world. A Symbol of Peace! To all of you gathered here today, at U.A. High, I hope you heed these words well, as you prepare for the entrance exams. Look inwards, and ask yourselves if you possess the drive, the ability, and the passion required. If you can honestly see these qualities within you, then I can confidently say, you have the potential. TO BE A HERO! These were the words of the principle of UA, which was met by an uproar of applause from the auditorium. And it was also the words you all missed, as you are all late to the exams. Chapter 1-Entrance Exam 'To Be A Hero!' Spoiler: Everyone Hide Describe how you all arrive at the UA gate, and why you're late. Just to clarify, you're about 10 minutes late. A hole suddenly opened in the air above UA's front gate. From it emerged a somewhat disheveled young girl. In her haste, she completely failed to notice that she was stepping into empty space." Of all the days to get stuck in the junkyard. I'm going to be so latewaitwhatheaaaauuuughhhhh!" A second later, her descent reached its inevitable conclusion. Thank goodness she'd landed in some soft soil! Nakamura Rogue (for it was she) clambered unsteadily upright. Brushing the dirt from her formerly immaculate uniform, she tried in vain to salvage some dignity. Her debut at UA was off to a great start... Hyde Shirtless and carrying the mangled wreck of a bicycle, an athletic, blonde boy with black shorts and a surfer's tan leapt off of the city bus that was just arriving at the school's stop. At a full sprint, or as well as he could while carrying the twisted hunk of metal on his shoulder, Cameron Hyde dashed toward UA's front gate and skidded to a halt. "Crapohcrapohcrapohcrap!" he huffed in American-accented English. "Please tell me I didn't miss it! Stupid student driver!" he griped to himself as he frantically looked for a clue as to where to head next, looking around to see if there were any teachers or other prospective students around to point him in the right direction. He seemed to remember the what-once-had-been-a-bike on his shoulder and flipped it heavily into the nearest trash can. There was no fixing a frame that bent anyway, and he had more important things to worry about. At nearly the same moment, a hole opened up in thin air above his head and an entire girl fell on his head.FRUMP! His reddening face full of dirt, spitting grass clippings out from between his teeth, Cameron twisted around underneath whoever had used him to break their descent. "Um...hi? Can you tell me where the entrance exam is?" he asked lamely. Rogue quickly realized that she hadn't just landed on soil. There was also a guy mixed in with the dirt. She opened her mouth to apologize to this poor unfortunate: Then stopped when she saw that said unfortunate was looking right up her skirt. So instead of an apology, Cameron received a shoe to the face. A now red-faced Rogue marched angrily towards the school. The nerve of some people! If Kaiden were honest, being ten minutes late to his first day at UA was kinda the last thing on his mind. That's a terrible perspective. If you were ten minutes late to a crisis, people would die, he told himself pointedly.Also, you can rollerblade at near-sonic speeds and being late to anything with that option available speaks to a pathological inability to properly manage your time. Nonetheless, the discussion he had had with his family - or, more to the point, the argument he had had with his Mom - was still bouncing around in his head. It was an ambush, is what it was. A completely uncalled-for ambush. And now I'm late. The sarcasm didn't really help, in the strictest sense, but it at least provided a quality distraction. A couple other presumed-students were extricating themselves from what appeared to be an impromptu pile as he neared the school. Alright, Kaiden. Game face. You're technically allowed to be in a foul mood on your first day of flipping superhero school, however nonsensical that entire sentence might be in literally anyone else's objective reality, but flame-blast if anybody gets to know it! He whizzed on by without slowing to help, because A) they seemed fine probably well actually it was pretty blurry at that speed, but he assumed, B) this was technically Superhero School not Samaritan School, and C) well it was kinda like the old saying with the guy and the friend and the bear... Hyde flash of blinding pain later and Cameron was flat out in the dirt with a shoe print on his face. The girl was gone in a huff, leaving him to pull himself back to his feet. He noticed the sign and the security guards pointing latecomers to the testing area then and made a beeline for it, following his assaulter and the guy on rollerblades that had just blown by while trying to rub his face clean with the back of his hand. She had fallen on him, right? Ugh...he hoped the reporters hadn't gotten any good pictures. He ducked his head and ignored any questions any of them threw his way as he hurried along. "No, no, no! Come on! Faster!" Yui cursed internally as she thundered from rooftop to rooftop, four black tentacles extended from the back of her head carrying her in a beeline for UA with very little regard for what was in their way. This wasn't supposed to happen, not today, what if there was penalty for lateness? What if they didn't let her even sit the exam? Her parents would practically disown her! As the academy came in to view she allowed herself a small sigh of relief, there were still people outside. By the time she touched down outside the front gates she had already banished any outward appearance of nerves from her face, there were reporters outside after all and Yew's parents had trotted her out in front of cameras often enough that she knew how to deal with the media. Her hair retracted back to its resting waist length state as she waved her ID at the guards and confidently strode through the gates like she owned the place, quickly spotting the signs for the auditorium. This was of course was nothing but a show for the reporters and the second she was out of sight of the cameras a quartet of black tendrils sprung back in to action and scrambled forwards hard enough to leave dents in the ground beneath her. She obviously wasn't the only person today who was late after all and maybe whoever was in charge wouldn't look so harshly on her if she wasn't the last person through the door. Over the sounds of misfit misadventures and the idyllic silence of a calm morning, there comes a louder sound. It's a dull "whump-whumpa" of blades slicing the air at high speeds. Above the skyscrapers comes a helicopter, angling straight for UA Academy. And from the open door of the helicopter comes a figure, tall and proud.~Born in the USA~ ~I was, born in the USA~The figure jumps out of the helicopter and starts to free fall through the air. A flip and the figure pulls out a board and positions it under his feet. With an unnecessary amount of flips and tricks in the air, Channing flies toward a nearby skyscraper. He "skates" down the side of the building for a bit before kickflipping back into the open air. The loud, blaring music contrives to make sure as many eyes are on him as there can be. He spots the kid just starting to get back to his feet. He'd noticed the girl kick him in the face; a lover's spat, perhaps? But he'll be late at this rate! ... Unless someone helps him out. (The fact that he, himself, is in fact late doesn't register to him)He zooms towards the fellow student just as he gets to his feet." Hop on, man!"he calls in English, although he attempts to grab Cameron by the waist regardless of Cameron's response." Can't be late on entrance exam day, right?"he finishes with a winning smile, just in case any reporters might be snapping pictures still: of the stunningly attractive teenager scooping up the topless teenager onto his hoverboard. Rogue as you hurriedly get up and away from the looked American boy who maliciously looked under your skirt, you can hear the flashes of camera." Isn't that Nakamura Rogue, of the 'Nakamura Confectioneries'?" You can just hear a reporter point out." I don't know, but I can tell you, these shots are sweet." His colleague responds, before the two of them become lost in the crowd of reporters. You're sure this won't be the last time you hear of this. Spoiler: Rogue Hide Take a hero point-this photo will be brought up again. Yew the photographers get very excited when they see you, taking pictures. Your hair actually starts waving back at some of them, but you think you kept it under control. You think. Spoiler: Yew Hide How well known is your hair quirk? Is it kept a secret, or something anyone could find out without difficulty? Would you like to earn a hero point for your hair acting up, misbehaving in some way? Kaiden, you zip past the two fallen applicants with ease-you don't think the reporters were even paying attention to you. Good news if you want to keep your face out of the papers. If you turned around you might be startled to see what looks like a black furry octopus scramble towards you at high speed-before seeing the young woman whose scalp is attached to the hair. She's fast, but nowhere near as fast as you are. Then you hear the sound of a helicopter... Spoiler: Kaiden Hide Is this hair quirk the weirdest quirk you've seen in person? If not, what is the weirdest quirk you've ever seen? Through the lens of a scope, an unseen figure watches the helicopter arrive at U.A. "Intruders? At U.A." There's a click as the safety comes off a massive pair of battling guns. "This is just my lucky day." Spoiler: (Over)Eager defender of U.A. Hide The blue haired woman aims her weapons at the falling figure, fingers resting on the trigger when suddenly she looks to the side confused. "What? He's an applicant? You're serious?" She nods slowly, as if having a conversation with someone. She sighs, before pointing her guns away. "Fine, but if he gets in, I'm subjecting this showboat to my live fire curriculum." Spoiler: Cameron Hyde Hide Do you accept this stranger grabbing your waist? If you don't, there's no need to roll to resist. I doubt he's going to slow down and force you on. But if you do let him take you, you will arrive at the auditorium the same time as him, which would be faster than your current speed. What do you do? Channing Jackson, as you fly straight to the auditorium, you can see someone skating at high speeds just ahead of you. While you easily outpaced the two girls, this one could give even your fancy toy some trouble. Whose going to make it through those doors first? Spoiler: Channing Jackson and Super Kaiden Hide You guys are in a race. I'm going to need opposed rolls from each of you. I don't think you can add anything to help, and your flight/speed ranks are the same, as are your athletics scores. So whoever gets a higher roll on a d20 gets inside first, with any passengers they may or may not have in tow. Cameron Hyde Cameron didn't hesitate. He hopped onto the board without a second thought. "Hey, thanks!" he responded in English, surprised to see another American around. He bent his knees so the first bump or turn wouldn't throw him off the back. Rogue's blush deepened, thanks to the journalists' commentary. She prayed that their editor was ethical enough to veto whatever photos they'd taken. But there was no sense in worrying about that now. With an effort, she focused her attention on the path ahead. Rogue was apparently not the only latecomer to the exam. A kind of impromptu race had developed, to determine the least late among them. Rogue quickly found herself near the back of the pack. She decided against using her own quirk to speed ahead. What if it deposited her in the junkyard again? Then she might never reach the exam! In this case, slow and steady was the best approach. "Oh what fresh hell is this?" As the loud music began playing Yew looked up in bemusement to see the newest latecomer glide down the side of a nearby building." Wait, is that my mother's design?" Her train of thought continues as he hits the ground, being carried by along by tentacles did give her plenty of time to think after all, whoever this idiot was he certainly had money, but all this ceased to be important the second he whizzed passed her on that very same board!" Nononono!" She fumed internally as her chances of not being the last one through the door started to look rather bleak, though she might have felt a little differently had she noticed a single tendril snake out and latch on to the back of the board. Almost instantly the line went taut, pulling Yew off her feet with an undignified yelp and dragging her flailing behind them. Spoiler: IOC Hide It's not something the family go out of their way to hide so it's probably not too hard to find out about and I will throw myself upon your tender mercies for an HP Continuing to give a winning smile, Channing pushes the hoverboard forward. That rollerblade kid looks pretty fast. He's probably as fast as Channing is with his 'board. Channing's smile turns to a smirk; now it's a race! At least, it was before something latches onto the back of his board. Twisting his head, he sees the daughter of Ohio Innovations has grown a bit attached to him--at least, her hair seems to want his hoverboard back. Well, it's his! The hair can't have it! His perception of time slows a bit, like when he's in a particularly vicious spar with Dana. In a second, he grows larger and heavier, notably so. The abrupt slowed speed creates a slingshot effect that launches Yew into the air above him. He returns his weight to normal in time to zoom forward and catch her, bridal style, as she falls." Hello, my lady,"he says in English, with a blinding smile. It's a wonder his teeth don't sparkle...or do they? Having made himself more aerodynamic (funny thing, having something dragging along behind you isn't exactly great for speed; who knew?), he jams his back heel into the board's surface. The board's reactor erupts to full power, and he begins the race again. The rollerblade kid's fast, that's for sure, and Channing's a bit loaded down. His odds aren't looking good for getting in first. But there are a few things Channing's got going for him: he's trained with this 'board for months now; he's got an indomitable drive to win! And the fact that he can fly, while the rollerblade kid seems to be confined to the ground, doesn't hurt, either. He goes over the obstacles the rollerblade kid has to go around: a kickflip over a dumpster; a little hop-jump over a pile of cardboard boxes. And the pièce de résistance: while rollerblade kid has to slow down, however slightly, for the crowd of reporters at the front gate. While all Channing has to do is angle his board up, and away he goes over the walls of the perimeter. A small compartment on the side of the board pops open. A few small balls roll out and plop onto the ground, emitting a small sizzling sound. Channing's sister, Iris, has a Quirk that lends itself to pyrotechnics and SFX for movies. He'd wheedled her for a small collection of her custom flares for special moments. The little bundles ofjoycontained explosions land in just the right places to silhouette his incoming landing. (No, he hasn't spent an hour or more meticulously planning this entrance, why would you think that?) Having laid the groundwork, Channing directs the 'board up once more, just a bit." Get ready for a landing, man!"he calls to the fellow latecomer behind him. A moment later, and he cuts the 'board's engine. A flick of his ankles, and the board splits in half and folds up behind his lower legs. With Yew held firmly in his grasp, he falls headlong to the ground for a second, and then rights himself in the air. He thickens the fat pads around his knees and legs, then sticks the landing to perfection, one knee on the ground and the other leg bent, Yew still being held bridal style. It's at that moment that the bundles explode into fireworks to celebrate his landing (and Cameron's too, I suppose). Man, Channing thinks, this went perfectly. Nothing could go wrong now! Spoiler: @CoreBrute Hide Channing is blissfully unaware of Yew's hair's acrophobia. Go wild Cameron Hyde Suddenly finding no board underneath his feet, but at least warned ahead of time by the other kid, Cameron braced himself for landing. He tucked himself into a ball and pulled his arms in, smacking the ground at high speed. While that would normally have hurt most people, Cameron simply...bounced? Skin on his torso shredding like paper, it revealed a second layer of what looked like bright red rubber underneath. With that unique sound of a bouncing ball in gym class, Cameron rebounded off of the ground, bounced onto his feet, and then skidded to a halt with three limbs supporting his weight and a huge grin on his face. "That was gnarly!" he exclaimed as he pulled the rest of his top layer of skin off with a horrible ripping sound. Kaiden beheld what he could only describe as a "giant hair spider" approaching the school. That was a weird one. Notthe strangest Quirk he had ever seen, mind, but it was up there. No, that honor went to Tarot NATO, a kid he knew in primary school with the Quirk of "Peanut Butter Puppet Cutter" He could extend these "strings" from his fingers at a jar of peanut butter, and they'd cut away the jar, "sculpt" the peanut butter inside into a three-dimensional humanoid figure, and then connect to it and animate it, and he could control it like a puppet. He could do up to two at once, one with each hand. For Kaiden's money, his peanut butter minions had been kinda underpowered (although he'd grant, with the benefit of hindsight, they were probably level-appropriate for an average grade-schooler), but they could operate effectively enough as sneaky retrieval units, and he did have some ideas regarding deploying them as mobile traps (no one likes stepping in a glob of peanut butter, just how it is). Unfortunately, nine-year-old resource limits (and the fact that he didn't really know the kid that well) had prohibited experimentation into whether the definition of "jar" could be expanded into "anything that contained peanut butter", which could in theory have offered a significant utility boost with proper preparation, although the logical combat application probably would have been too lethal for hero work. But I digress. Regardless, that train of thought was abruptly ended as a fellow-latecomer leaped down from a helicopter on a flipping hoverboard. He even helped up the kid from earlier, and made it look cool. I want to grow up to be like him... Kaiten thought wistfully. The admiration was cut short as the hoverboard went shooting past him at frankly irresponsible speeds (the hypocrisy was lost on him), the momentum sending Kaiden into a spin. He went whirling around in place, some high-pitched sound coming from the human tornado that was almost certainly due to his rollerblades scraping along the ground and in no way anything resembling a "scream" or a "squeal". As he came out of the uncontrolled spin, his still-spinning rollerblades got traction again, and sent him shooting off - but, dazzled by the flares, he didn't realise that it was at an angle diagonal to his previous direction. He crashed into a conveniently located bush. That was all to be expected. How he wound up upside-downin the bush, he couldn't tell you. In theory, some unexpected interaction with his powers might have accounted for it, but given the events of the day thus far, he was unwilling to rule out the explanation of "the universe just hates you" or possibly "karma".Oh, yeah. This has been a good day. Truly, an auspicious beginning to my super heroic career. Why, grandpa, why? To be fair, he had learned an important lesson today about heroic responsibility to those in need. Ignore them at your own personal and immediate peril. Duly noted. Well, it waslikeprogress, anyway. He just gave a kinda flat, idle, upside-down wave as the trailing girl arrived, before deciding that was enough time hanging in the bush feeling sorry for himself, and flipping down. He brushed himself off and then made his way into the school. Cameron, Channing, Soothe three of you come crashing through the doors on the left side of the auditorium, accompanied by the loud (and hot) pyrotechnics from behind you. As the fireworks die down, there's dead silence. Every single one of the thousand or so potential students are looking at the three of you, their faces mostly a combination of confusion or concern." Is this a super villain attack?" "Would a super villain really be stupid enough to attack here?" "They're getting bolder every day." You hear some soft muttering from one of the rows. Before any of you have a chance to respond, a pair of hands slam together with the solemn impact of a judge's gavel. "Mr Channing Jackson." You see a tall man with short silver hair and serious steel blue eyes. He's Caucasian like you, but his accent is strongly British-recognizable even in Japanese. He stands behind the podium, smiling at you." Thank you for that...performance." His voice is so devoid of human emotion, it's difficult to tell if he's being sarcastic, genuinely happy or is mad." If you have finished making a spectacle of yourself and your friends, Mr Cameron Hyde and Miss Yew China,"there's some whispering at the last name." Perhaps it's time you all took your seats." Spoiler: Principle Leonard Manifold-Hero name unknown Hide Spoiler: Cameron Hide Your rubbery look isn't getting as much attention as the other two, although there are some stares. Tell me, are your clothes ripped as well as your skin-if so, how severely? Are you indecent? And how do you feel, that people think you're friends with these people you've never met before? Spoiler: Yew Hide Well, if you had hoped not to draw attention to yourself, you've certainly got it now. How's this kind of attention making you feel-especially if people consider you friends with this show-off? Also, how is your hair reacting to the fire show behind you? I'm not compelling you to act in a certain way, but you can if you want to. Spoiler: Channing Hide If you wanted to make a positive impression, you're currently doing a bad job. Maybe it's time to push harder, really get the audience on your side before your reputation is damaged permanently? Or maybe it's time to call it quits, while they're still letting you take the exams? Your call. Kaiden and Goethe benefits of coming after such a big introduction, is that it distracts people from noticing your late arrival. You come in from the right entrance of the auditorium, and can see most people distracted by the remains of the fire work. A couple of students on different rows notice you and budge up, to allow you to sit down. Spoiler: Kaiden and Rogue Hide Do you two want to sit on the same row together? If not, describe what the person who budged up for you looks like. Cameron Hyde Cameron was a little embarrassed, sure, but they weren't too late! He was too busy beaming to notice any stares directed his way. He was used to people staring when his skin came off anyway, though thankfully his knee-length, black gym shorts remained firmly in place. Cameron had learned, through a painstaking process, how to pull his skin off mostly in one piece, so it came out from under his pants almost like untucking a shirt. Gross, but at least he didn't rip his shorts off every time he changed...anymore. He'd been that streaking, publicly nude child running through the grocery store or post office more often than not when he was much younger, much to the chagrin of his parents. He patted Channing on the shoulder and thumbed toward the last row of empty seats in the place, making his way over there without any further ado. Channing takes in the situation at a glance, and decides discretion may be the better part of valor here. Better to not get on the head honcho's bad side before he even gets into the school." Sorry 'bout that, teach,"he says in fluent Japanese. Despite his informal words, his tonedoeshave an undercurrent of sincerity to it." I'd only meant to make a spectacle of myself, but then I saw these two were running late, too. I couldn't just let them be even later than I was!" He lets himself be cut off by Cameron's tap on the shoulder. He gives a sigh of dejection and begins to follow him to the seats. Hunched up, he seems to grow smaller...no, wait, he actuallydoesget smaller as he walks. By the time he gets to his seat, he is comically short, and those closest to him can see he has to hop up onto the seat to sit on it. Spoiler Hide Well, here goes nothing: Persuasion check: (1d20+10)[26] Your little show (eh, see what I did there?) garners the smallest of chuckles from a few close enough to see it. Most of the seated applicants turn away from gawking at you, viewing you as harmless at best. Spoiler: Canning Hide The applicant audience's initial disposition was Unfavorable, because of your entrance making them suspicious of you. Normally, a 26 would be 3 degrees of success, pushing you up to Favorable. However, this auditorium is very large, and most people aren't going to see your shrinking act. So I'm increasing the DC from the normal 15, to 20. You still make 2 degrees of success, which pushes them to Indifferent. Spoiler: Cameron Hide Did you pick a row with absolutely no one there for privacy's sake? Or did you just pick a row with a few empty seats, but people are still sitting there. If the latter, tell me what they look like. Yew was not having a good morning, first she was late, then some showboating idiot flew passed her playing some awful noise. The next thing she knew was being dragged behind him like a kite, and then she was thrown in to the air, and then he was touching her! To top it all off, everybody had seen it, every single eye in the auditorium was on her, even the Principle's. Yew's face burned red with shame and humiliation, only the desire to not draw any more attention to herself stopped her from slapping Channing right in his face and making sure that everybody knew that they were in no way friends. Then the fireworks went off... Normally something as small as the Idiot's pyrotechnics wouldn't have caused Yew any problems, she should have been able to keep everything under control, but when she wasn't expecting it? When she was already distracted? When she was having a morning like this? Her hair's fight or flight reflex kicked in and lucky for everybody around Yew, flight won out. Every single hair on her shot straight up in to the air, embedding themselves in to the ceiling like a steel cable and quickly retracted, hauling Yew out of Channing's grasp and away from the perceived danger. If all the eyes in the room weren't on her before they certainly were now as she dangled from the ceiling like a mortified piñata. As it became apparent there was no actual danger the tendrils slowly carried Yew back down to the ground and the young heiress just tried to find a seat without looking anyone in the eye. She was sure of one thing though, that idiot was going to pay for this. Kaiden happily made use of the distraction(s) so selflessly provided by the other students to slip in as unobtrusively as possible, basically just ducking into the first row that had opened up a spot whether the other latecomer sat in the same row or not. The guy he wound up next to seemed average enough - short dark hair, brown eyes, kinda on the small side, one might even say scrawny...except for his right arm, which was a sort of purplish-blue color, corded with muscle, and ended in a four-fingered claw. Fair enough. Rogue was grateful for the distraction. Yep, slow and steady had been the right choice after all. Now she could slip casually into the room: Along with that guy who'd waved at her from a bush. While the grandstanding American tried to clown his way to success, Rogue quietly took a seat beside Kaiden. There'd be plenty of chances to show off during the exams. Kaiden as you slide next to the clawed young man, he looks at you nervously." You alright? You've got something in your..." He reaches with his unflawed hand and pulls out a twig from your hair. "There, got it." He gives you a nervous smile." I'm Yusuf Kinase*. It's a...little nerve wracking here, isn't it? So tense." He said while smiling nervously. Suddenly the principle coughed." Uh, sorry. Good luck." Kinase whispered before turning to pay attention. The Principle began to speak. "As you all should know, the examination is in two parts. First is an academic test. U.A. prides itself on having a rigorous academic curriculum on par with any top high school in the country. So I hope you've all taken your studies seriously. The Practical exam this year-" One of the teachers by the stage started waving their hand to get attention. "Oh that reminds me, one of our teachers had a special note about the academic portion. The floor is yours Kawabata-Sensei." The Principle stepped aside to allow a man with a purple tinted cylindrical Afro on his head to...well for lack of a better word, boogie to the podium. "Yo was sup wannabes? It's your boy Shiner Kawabata, although you might know me as the hero M-I-M-I-Six. There's been some confusion about the academic exam in the past, so I just wanted to make this clear. "The academic portion is not a secret test. We're not trying to test your ability of subterfuge, or cheating answers, or nothing like that. It's just a test, you should have studied for. This ain't no school for ninjas. Yeah, I'm looking at your headband boy,"He pointed at someone in the crowd who none of you can make out in the darkness." Believe it." At that point, part of your desks slide to reveal a square screen, with questions on it. A stylus rises next to it, similar to one you might see for a handheld console. You're clearly supposed to use this to write on the screen, and words will appear. Truly, this is a school of the future. "Alright kiddos, you've got 45 minutes, starting...now!" Spoiler: Everyone Hide If you choose to, you don't need to roll at this point. If you decline rolling, your grades are just average. They won't influence much way or the other. Alternatively, you can roll a relevant Expertise* (or just use it untrained) to try and do better. If you score above 20, you are in the top percentage of the applicants. Over 25, you are a contender for top of the class, academics wise. However, if you choose to roll, and get under a 10, you know you just scraped by. You know you're going to have to make a really great showing at the practical portion. Any roll in between, is the same as if you hadn't rolled. Also, because someone wants to know if you want to use some underhanded method to cheat, feel free to use an alternative skill. Increase the DC by 5 though, because you're trying not to get caught. Spoiler: Yusuf Kinase * Hide name is Kinase. First name is Yusuf. Just to avoid confusion. Spoiler: Shiner Kawabata-hero name MIMI6 Hide "... Thanks,"Kaiden replied, a bit deadpan. Stupid bush..." I'm Kaiden Spin,"he added. The principal's cough precluded a spoken response to the question, so Kaiden just gave a little shrug. Honestly, yeah, he was kinda nervous. Not so much about the academic portion. It wasn't really that Kaiden was particularly intelligent or adept at schoolwork, but he had studied, it was just a test, he was confident he'd get by. Aina had told him repeatedly in the past that if he insisted on going through with this, to at least make sure he paid a mind to his studies, so that if he later decided the hero thing wasn't for him, he wouldn't be behind. And honestly, UA's quality academic curriculum was probably one of the big reasons his parents allowed him - however grudgingly - to attend in the first place. Nonetheless, in his mind, this was an entirely secondary concern. No, it was the practical exam that had him nervous. He knew that, for his age, his Quirk was objectively powerful. Among the masses. He had come up with a variety of ways to use it in combat. But the knowledge of its limits still weighed on his mind. Sitting in the auditorium, he couldn't help but be acutely aware thateveryonehere probably had a Quirk around as powerful as his, or skills and gear sufficiently advanced to make up for that lack. Would his Spinning really be able to compare in the experienced eyes of the administrators? The only other time in his life he had really been in a group consisting entirely of people with similar raw power to him was with his family, and he was decisively in the bottom-fifth of power and utility in that group. The idea that he could just as easily be in the bottom-fifth of this group...he couldn't deny that it worried him.' Course, he was here to be a hero, and more than any power or strategy, that meant being able to be worried, face the problem, and be awesome anyway! Kaiten stopped stressing, focused on his test, and went to work. He wouldn't say he struggled, but he was definitely guessing on a few questions. Areas of the test that involved more logical or creative thinking he got through easily enough, while those that were more about knowledge and memory...well, he did his best. Probably the roughest subject was geometry. In practice, he was fairly decent at figuring out, you know, circles and arcs and angles on the fly, but flame-blast if he could translate any of that ability into actual numbers. Spoiler Hide Going to forego rolling. Rogue gave the guy next to her a sympathetic look. Their debuts so far had much in common. And then there was poor Yew. Rogue had met the Ohio heiress a few times before. That girl definitely didn't deserve what had just happened to her. Rogue made a note to meet up with Yew later. Maybe they could bond over their respective humiliations. Okay, that was enough worrying about other people. Time to focus. Rogue made her way carefully and methodically through the test. As expected, it was uphill work. UA had a reputation for pushing its students to their limits. Even with all the studying and preparation she'd done, Rogue still struggled. When at last she put down her stylus, she was confident of having passed the test; But that was about all. By UA standards, she was probably in the middle of the pack. Cameron Hyde Cameron had picked the first row of seats he could see, assuming that they were the only ones left since his group was the last to arrive. He thought it'd be cool to sit next to the other latecomers since they immediately all had Channing's dynamic entry to bond over, but he wouldn't be insulted if they all sat elsewhere instead. There was the test to focus on after all. Whether or not the others sat nearby, there were also two other prospective students in the row: a giant, round, freckled kid with a horned faux-Viking helmet on his head and a svelte girl with short, black hair and bad posture wearing fingerless, leather gloves. Cameron had always been an average student in school, and while his love of chemistry born from the need to understand his own quirk really helped push him over the hump he still produced a solid middle-of-the-road result. He was neither very bad nor astoundingly good, but that didn't matter. Cameron was convinced that the real meat of being a hero was in the action not mindless book learning! Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Test: (1d20+7)[16] Channing takes the stylus with a last sweeping gaze around the room. There's hardly any eyes on him, sadly. Well, that's not entirely true: he can feel a few (dozen) daggers being glared at him from the general direction of the Ohio heiress. That's going to be a bite on the butt someday, that's for sure. Anyway! First, he's gotta pass this exam. He's spent the past month furiously studying in-between sparring sessions, in addition to on-and-off studying before that. And even then, he knows he won't be able to get anywhere close to a perfect score. It's just not in him. That's not to say he doesn't get his licks in. For the few short answer questions, he can confidently say he got full points. Give him a topic to write about, and he'll give you a darned good essay. Ironically, the issue of a language barrier is hardly an issue at all: in fact, Channing likes the various pictographic Japanese alphabets better than English! There's so much more you can do with it than the English alphabet it's hilarious. On the other hand, things he can't work his way through give him far more trouble. Math is okay, so long as he can get the equations straight; science is just plain annoying, there's just so much to remember! By the time the written exam ends, he's confident that he's at worst in the middle of the pack. It'd be a passing grade in a regular class, but it won't guarantee him entry into UA. And really, he's not the kind of guy to get in on his brains alone. The practical exam is where he'll shine! Spoiler Hide I'll decline to roll. As the screens were revealed and all eyes in the auditorium turned to the task at hand Yew allowed herself a small sigh of relief, even sitting as far towards the back as she could manage she couldn't help shake the feeling that people had still been looking at her, that people were laughing at her. None of that was important now though, the rest of her morning might have been an unmitigated disaster, but now Yew was in her element. In a weird way she had almost been looking forward to this, back at her old school Yew had easily been able to set the standard as far as test scores went, and she was eager to see if UA's reputation for pushing its students stretched to the academic as well. Pushing aside her ideas on how she was going to get back at the idiot for now, if the rumors were to be believed maybe her father had some goons on retainer...no there'd be time for that later. Picking up the stylus Yew turned her full attention to the first question. Spoiler: IOC Hide Test Roll (1d20+10)[27] "Stylus' down kiddos!" A panel slides over your screen, whether you finished the last question or not. Some of the students were visibly grabbing at the panel, trying to keep it open, including the short haired girl with fingerless gloves. Cameron, you can hear her make some very unladylike remarks about the exam's parenthood." And with that, the academic portion is finished." Kawabata started banging on the podium enthusiastically. "Now it's time to move on to the part you've all been waiting for-" He stops suddenly and blushes. "Oh right." He turns to the principle, whose sitting to the side patiently." I'm sorry boss, you were supposed to do this part-" The Principle waved him off. "No, no, by all means continue. You're already off to such a good start." Kuwaabara paused, as if uncertain is his boss was serious or not. Finally, he turned back to the auditorium." Alright then boys, girls and Pirate royalty wannabes, it's time for the 76th annual U.A. Practical exam!" The lights behind him lit up, and a large computer screen behind him turned on. The screen shows the 3D outline of a city, with labyrinthine paths going up and down several layers." This is one of the 6 cities we've built for testing purposes. They aren't full size cities of course, but let's just say you aren't going to feel crowded." This test is designed with three different threats, each worth a certain number of points. You earn these points by destroying or disabling the threats. The more points you acquire, the higher your ranking. And only those with high rankings will be accepted into U.A." Three silhouettes appear on the screen. "Now let's start checking out your targets."" The first you will see, are the Spades." One silhouette expands, revealing a crouched dark blue robot, with a large clear canister built into it's back. "They're worth 3 points. They will be moving around the city, looking for and stealing goodies, from special moving areas. When they've got some, their clear backs will glow green, letting you know they've taken something. I like to imagine they're stealing my grandma's eggs-it really gets me pumped to start smashing them, but you kids do you." Just a note, these bots are fast, like really fast, and they won't stick around to fight if they can help it. It's the plight of the modern hero-having to catch a villain that doesn't want to get caught. "Spoiler: Spades Hide "Next up, we've got the Dee Days." What looks like a large boiler on legs appears on the screen. "These heavy blighters can take a beating, but they're slow as a ho trod with slashed tires. They're worth 2 points each. Yes they are worth less than the others, despite being tougher. But on the other hand, they won't run away from a fight. Instead, they'll usually instigate combat. So enjoy that." Spoiler: Dee Days Hide "Finally, we've got the big bad." A large silhouette with wings is superimposed on the screen. "The Doodad. He's a real tough customer. Which is why it's worth 50 points." There's a lot of muttering going on at that point. Most students know that 50 points is more than enough to get in by itself, most of the time." Now the good news is the Doodad stays in one place. The bad news is, no one knows where. It's hiding place is somewhere in the city, and randomized for each one. So good luck hunting it down." He looks around the room, smiling broadly." Now, does anyone have any questions before we start?" One hand quickly shoots up. Kaiden, you see that it's Yusuf with his unflawed hand up. His eyes are serious. "Yes, you there."" I wanted to know if there are any civilians or people inside these cities we need to be concerned for?"" Good question. The answer is no. These are robot only cities, until you all show up. Remember everyone, you may not use your powers to harm another applicant. If anyone is found breaking this rule, they'll be kicked out immediately." Yusuf nods, putting his hand down released. Anyone got any questions they want to ask MIMI6? Spoiler: Fingerless gloves' girl Hide Ignore the girl in the hat on the back of the bike. She's 'probably' not going to be important. Probably. Spoiler: Horny kid Hide You have a dirty mind. Kaiden nodded slowly as he considered the setup. Fortunately, it was a basic smash'n'bash. He had been nervous about that - a more complex challenge would have made the limits of his Quirk more apparent. But sheer strength and speed should be able to do the job here - and those were two things Kaiden Quirk could do just fine, even if only in circles. He did raise his hand though. Yusuf's question had given him a thought. If/when called upon, he asked,"How are points affected if multiple students contribute to the defeat of a single opponent?" Doodar was the obvious thought here, but it might matter even for lesser targets." Is it divided evenly? Awarded equally? Last hit takes all? And if contribution can earn points, does the scope of the contribution matter? Like, is injuring an opponent for another student to finish off worth more than, say, distracting an opponent to provide an opening, or shielding an ally so they can attack more aggressively?" He wasn't necessarily planning to try to "team up" with anyone - he didn't really know anybody - but it'd be good to know if it was a viable option. Also, if he had to watch out for kill-steamers. Robots, hmm? The Internet rumors had been correct. This setup gave Rogue a few advantages; But it also made it harder to follow the spirit of the test. Her hand shot up." Are we allowed to use attacks that only work on inorganic targets? Presumably the test has robots because it wouldn't be safe for us to blast actual people. So should we be trying to treat the robots as if they were people?" Spoiler: Kaiden's question Hide Originally Posted by Quelling-dyrae Kaiden nodded slowly as he considered the setup. Fortunately, it was a basic smash'n'bash. He had been nervous about that - a more complex challenge would have made the limits of his Quirk more apparent. But sheer strength and speed should be able to do the job here - and those were two things Kaiden Quirk could do just fine, even if only in circles. He did raise his hand though. Yusuf's question had given him a thought. If/when called upon, he asked, "How are points affected if multiple students contribute to the defeat of a single opponent?" Doodad was the obvious thought here, but it might matter even for lesser targets. "Is it divided evenly? Awarded equally? Last hit takes all? And if contribution can earn points, does the scope of the contribution matter? Like, is injuring an opponent for another student to finish off worth more than, say, distracting an opponent to provide an opening, or shielding an ally so they can attack more aggressively?" He wasn't necessarily planning to try to "team up" with anyone - he didn't really know anybody - but it'd be good to know if it was a viable option. Also, if he had to watch out for kill-steamers. "For the Spades and the Dee Days, the one who deals the finishing blow gets the point. We've got cameras everywhere and a team of experienced judges, to make sure only the person who deals the last blow gets the point. "The Doorway however, has got different rules. Its points are split between everyone who contributes to its destruction, or lands a hit, to the minimum of one point. So if 49 of you each slapped Doorway and 1 destroyed it, those 50 would only get 1 point. Same if 99 slapped and 1 hit-all 100 of you gets a point. However, if one person destroyed it by themselves, then they would get all 50 points. Although that in itself would be really difficult." At that, everyone in the audience was clear on the dilemma. If they worked with more people, they would have a higher chance to destroy the creature. But work with too many, and it would be worth less. Additionally, if someone else found Doodad while you were fighting it, they could put on the minimum effort, and still get a share of the points. So you'd have to either keep other applicants away from the boss, or finish it quickly, before they could interfere, to ensure the most points. Spoiler: Rogue's question Hide Originally Posted by Any Robots, hmm? The Internet rumors had been correct. This setup gave Rogue a few advantages; But it also made it harder to follow the spirit of the test. Her hand shot up. "Are we allowed to use attacks that only work on inorganic targets? Presumably the test has robots because it wouldn't be safe for us to blast actual people. So should we be trying to treat the robots as if they were people?" "The reason we used robots is that we want you all to cut loose. Go full auto on these robot. There's no need to hold back, or treat them like civilians. We'll be fine-tuning your destructive potential if you get in. For now, it's all about seeing what you're capable of. So go nuts." "Ahem." The principle coughed softly, but his voice carried remarkably. MIMI6 looked terrified, as a sweat drop appeared on his face." Right, I forgot! Just because we said you can go crazy on the bots, remember. Attacking your fellow competitors in any way, whether through quirk, gear or fist, is instant disqualification. So go like, responsibly nuts. "Any other questions?" Channing puts his stylus down without hurry. He'd gotten through most of the questions: easy to do when you don't waste time dithering about multiple choice questions. The setup of the practical is fairly unsurprising. Ain't much better ways to test their fighting skills than to have them fight, after all. A thought pops into his head, and he raises his hand--then Kaiden asks his question, and the answer answers his own questions. Channing puts his hand back down with a bit of dejection. He perks up, and puts a hand up. When he's called on, he asks,"Is there a time limit, or are we going until all the 'bots are gone?" A thought occurs to him: why no points for helping others? Isn't teamwork pretty important, especially when it comes to keeping civilians safe? He keeps that thought to himself, though. If there aren't points for helping, sounds like he just won't help! Cameron Hyde Cameron sat and fidgeted, not really having any questions that hadn't already been asked. He was worried that the Zipawhatevers might be too fast for him. He'd only be able to husk one time during the exam, so he had to choose a form that would do maximum damage. Maybe he could just focus on the Dee Days even if they were worth less, but just destroy more to make up the difference. Of course, he really wanted to find the Doorway, so he'd search in between. Maybe if he partnered up with someone who could take the Zips? Someone fast? He looked over at the other latecomers. The other American kid or the guy on the rollerblades were fast... "The practical exam portion will last 15 minutes. Any bots destroyed after the limit will not count towards your point total." Yew's stylus was down before the panels slid back over her screen and she allowed herself some smug satisfaction as she saw other students trying in vain to buy themselves a couple more seconds, this was more like it. When MIMI6 began to explain the challenge that lay ahead of them several questions ran through Yew's head, but they were more than adequately answered by his responses to the other students. Instead, she focused on the machines, the Citadel's might be a problem if they were as nimble as they were fast, but she was more than confident in her monster's ability to tear in to anything that tried to pick a fight with her and that included the Doodad. There aren't any more questions, so Kawabata's smile broadens. "Alright then kiddos, it's time to head to your respective cities." Your exam screens slide open again, revealing a word. For each of you, it reads CITY 4, but you notice other people have other numbers. "Get kitted out in the changing rooms, and then follow the signs to your respective city numbers." Spoiler: Kitted out Hide You all should have taken the academic exam in some form of school uniform. This is your opportunity to change into something more suited for a practical exam. It might be a simple tracksuit, or have extra equipment you aren't currently wearing like brass knuckles. Note, this isn't the time to wear a full proper costume. You might have a homemade one, but the proper costumes will only be supplied after you've gotten in. So describe what you look like, and what equipment you've brought with you. After leaving the changing rooms (yes the boys and girls are in separate changing rooms), a large tunnel materializes in the walls. As you all go down a large underground tunnel, you split off with most of the other students as you follow the signs to City 3. As you exit the tunnel it seems like you've come back above ground, with fresh air and sunlight in a strange field. (How far did you walk?) Then you see the city in question. Surrounded by huge granite walls, at least 50 meters tall, there's large logoff a featureless woman's face emblazoned above a large portcullis. As you arrive, you note that there's about 50 other students with you. Cameron, you note that the viking helmet chap is in your group-he seems to be taking a lot of deep breaths, maybe a form of breathing exercise? There's no one else that any of you guys recognize from the exam. Some of the other applicants are doing various forms of stretching. Others are staring at the wall impatiently. Then music starts to play, as smoke flows from the top of the gate. A figure begins to speak, who despite the smoke is clearly MIMI6. "This wall has stood for generations, guarding this city. Now on this day, it will be breached, by you mighty giants, you young Rita-" At that moment a phone starts to ring. MIMI6 pauses to pick it up. "Yeah, what I was in the middle of the exam-huh, copyright infringement? Yeah, but I asked permission weeks ago-yeah I know the principle didn't say yes, but he said he'd think about-but I'm about to get started...well can't we get the lawyers on this? Oh, the lawyers are talking about taking me to court?" There's a long awkward pause. MIMI6 puts the phone away and starts yelling orders. "Turn off the music, shut it down, we're shutting it all down!" The music cuts off. A man on a ladder with wheels slide over to the wall, quickly painting over the image with white point in one clean motion, before wheeling away without stopping.MIMI6 sits down, his legs dangling over the wall." I thought we could get away with it. I got cocky after that Ninja brat." He looks down at the students. "Anyway," He says, somewhat bored." In 60 seconds, this gate's going to open up. After that, you'll have 15 minutes to get as many points as you can. I hope you're all ready." Spoiler: IOC Hide Last chance to talk to each other, or do anything of the sort. Kaiden came out of the changing room wearing a simple white GI with blue trim, along with his rollerblades. He hadn't thought much on a costume yet honestly. His whalers were "out"; they'd been attached to his arms before, but fully contacted. Now, though, the main staves were pushed out from the bases and extended to about three feet long, spinning gently as he moved. He raised an eyebrow at MIMI6's aborted introduction. That was kinda lame, cutting him off like that. Stupid lawyers. (No offense, Aina.) Kaiten took up position a bit back from the door. He noticed Cool Guy from earlier was part of this group too." Hey! Rematch?"he called over good naturally, sliding into a ready position. Rematch. He liked that. It sounded confident. His heart was kinda pounding, actually. Sixty seconds, and he'd know where he, and his Quirk, really stood. For good or ill. Rogue was only too happy to change into some more practical clothes. She soon emerged wearing a simple (yet expensive) green tracksuit. The goop gun was strapped securely to her left arm. The logo for Nakamura Confectioneries couldnotbe seen anywhere on either accessory: Despite her parents' best efforts to the contrary. Such brazen sponsorship was complete overkill. If Rogue succeeded as a hero, then the family business would get a boost anyway. There was no need to turn her into a billboard. The walk that followed gave Rogue some time to steady herself. She couldn't help but feel anxious. This test could decide her entire future. By the time she reached daylight, the butterflies in her stomach had settled down. She was able to calmly watch MIMI6 get tangled in his disregard for copyright law. Good! It served him right. Laws like that were there for a reason. Companies like hers relied on them: As did that of the girl standing beside her. Rogue had deliberately sought out Yew in the crowd. She leaned over and whispered to the one person in this place that she'd met before." Hey Yew! Nice to see a familiar face. Feeling confident?" Yew left the changing rooms wearing a tracksuit in black and silver that was probably worth more than what some people saw in a week, her shoes alone came to five figures. She moves among the gathering students like she owned the place, her head held high and her hair swishing excitedly around her legs as if caught in a breeze, if she still felt bad about what happened in the auditorium (and she did) she didn't want to show it. Coming to a stop as MIMI6 started his introduction and then derailed, her reaction was muted, the man was a teacher and more importantly a hero, he deserved her respect. Turning her head she was pleasantly surprised to see, if not the first friendly face (that idiot on the board had been far too friendly in her opinion), then at least the first one that she could tolerate." Of course." She replied with a genuine smile on her face, several black tendrils nudging and bumping against Rogue like an excitable pet, in the few times they'd met it had learned she was a good source of snacks." I'm sorry!" Yew apologized and willed her hair back in to place"What about you? That gun looks like it could do some damage." By now, Rogue was used to the eccentricities of Yew's hair. When it touched her, she automatically reached into her backpack, and gave the hair a chocolate bar. It must be difficult to have a subconscious with its own limbs. Rogue didn't think she'd be able to handle having her secret desires, fears and teenage crushes broadcasted to all around. So she'd always tried to be extra forgiving around Yew's quirk. The poor girl deserved a break." Don't worry about it. And yeah, that's the plan. The stuff in this thing should be extra effective on those robots." Channing exits the changing room in a fashionable, yet functional, purple tracksuit trimmed in gold. It comfortably fits his current size, although he knows there's something he should be worried about...eh, it's probably nothing. He carries no weapons, only his hoverboard slung across his shoulders with ease. In fact, his entire body language screams nonchalance despite the extraordinary circumstances he and his fellows are in. He moves through the crowd to get a better vantage point of MIMI6 as he starts his spiel. It sounds pretty awesome! ...until legal gets in the way. Few, what's life without some excitement? Boring, that's what! He hardly notices Skater Boy (~"He was a skater BOI, she said see ya later BOI~--damned earworms!) until the other kid pipes up. Channing flashes the kid an easy smile that nonetheless radiates sincerity." Heh-hey, man! I'm always up for a rematch. May the best badass win, am I right?" He holds out a fist for Skater Boy to pound. He then readies himself, standing on his 'board on a hair-trigger ready to burst. "For awesome, and for glory,"Kaiden agreed, bumping his fist with his own. "You know you're only encouraging it." The chocolate vanished in to the mass of Yew's retreating hair almost as soon as it was offered, it would probably spit up the wrapper at some point in the next few hours." I wondered what that question was about it, clever to give yourself an edge over the competition like that." She said, nodding approvingly as she eyed the weapon, idly wondering if it worked on people too. Cameron Hyde Hyde actually showed up out of uniform, having lost most of it to an unfortunate biking accident and his own powers on the way there, so when it came time to change he just kept what he was wearing - a pair of black athletic shorts and some good sneakers. If he seemed self-conscious about walking around without a shirt, even after he'd torn off the layer of rubber he'd crashed the exam in to reveal healthy, normal human skin underneath, he didn't show it. He didn't really have a reason to, either. The kid was very fit. After MIMI6's briefing ended and the one minute started counting down to exam start, he approached Channing and Kaiden as the two were discussing their plans for a rematch. "You guys want to team up? You take the fast ones, I smash the slow ones? You'll get more points if I run tank for you." he offered to either, or both, whoever wanted to accept the invitation. Kaiden wasn't strictly speaking opposed to working with other students. It was just...the setup kinda limited the value of it. He hedged his bets." If there are groups of targets sufficiently threatening that they could be better combatted by multiple fighters while providing high total point values if defeated, or we happen upon the Doorway, sure, I'm game. If they're more spread out, though, trying to move and fight as a coordinated group instead of spreading out to seek our own targets would just slow us all down, I think." Part of Channing wants to brush the other kid off. It doesn't seem Cameron can move as fast as he can, and with only fifteen minutes every second may count. Much as he's lackadaisical, hewantsto get into UA. However, the setup of this test still bugs him. Heroes presupposed help people! And that should include other Heroes--or other potential Heroes, at least. So in the end, he gives Cameron a grin and motions to his 'board." Hop on, man,"he says." I guess I can be a taxi service, at least for now. Try not to fall off, Kay?" Cameron Hyde Hyde nodded and hopped onto the board. "Teamwork makes the dream work." he chuckled. "Gun it, okay? Don't baby it worrying I might fall off." he advised. He was already going over which transformation was going to be the best move for the next fifteen minutes. He already had one in mind, but he was going to wait until he dive bombed the first robot to pull it off. Furthermore, he didn't want any extra weight slowing the board down on takeoff. "Ten, Nine, Eight,"The portcullis began to slowly rise as the countdown reached its climax. The other students became silent with anticipation. Some had taken sprinting positions. MIMI6 was waving his hands around excitedly, as he finished his countdown." Three, Two, On-"Before being interrupted by a loud shout from the rotund boy in a helmet. "Genome drafted av Thor!" Suddenly, lightning from the sky struck the boy in the helmet. After a massive flash of light, the boy had been replaced by a 7-foot tall being composed of yellow electricity. Spoiler: Electric being Hide this, but with curved viking horns instead of spikes coming out of it's head. In an instant, the large being run through the portcullis before it fully raised, breaking it into splinters with ease. The other students were gobsmacked, as was MIMI6. "HHH, ONE!" The teacher said quickly." Get moving! The bad guys aren't going to wait for you!" With that, everyone charged into the city. Inside, it was clear whoever had designed this city had clearly confused an Escher sketch with blueprints, because the streets and walls seemed to go everywhere. Up, down, sideways, it was like the structures had never heard of gravity. And there, running on the walls, were dozens of the little Spades running around. Most of them scattered away from the large yellow figure, and the other students. Said yellow figure was currently arm wrestling two Dee Days at the same time. From the sound of the gears creaking in protest, the robots were not winning. It's absolute chaos in here. What do you do? Spoiler: Initiative Hide Alright everyone, time to roll initiative. I'm not sure if this counts as a combat, but you'll be smashing things, and you have a time limit, so I'll say initiative is required. Also, say what you want to do (even if it's holding your action), and I'll put it in order. Initiative: Cameron: 14 (Holding to tie with Channing) Yew: 13 Spiral: 12 Channing: 7 Rogue: 5 Spoiler: Perception 15 and Higher Hide You noticed a group of 6 Spades cautiously exiting a building, with a poorly made sign over it. The Sign has the English word BANK in cartoonish colorful letter. Spoiler: Perception 20 and higher Hide These Spades who are leaving the building in this group are the only ones with glowing blue backs. All the other ones' backs are not glowing at all. As the gate opened, Kaiden set his rollerblades spinning, taking off through the crowd. As soon as he was enough in the clear that he wouldn't accidentally bonk anyone, he set his Whalers spinning as well, a low, steady thrumming sound coming off the staves as they pinwheeled about. As he'd kinda expected, the enemy forces were scattered about, and the pickings in the immediate area were kinda slim. Definitely more worth splitting up than sticking together." Good luck you two!"he called to the two guys he had been talking with, and darted off deeper into the city. He sought out a cluster of opponents, and assuming he found one, just started skating past them, his Whalers slamming them as he went by before moving on, until he ran out of available targets or one of them proved durable enough to check his advancement. Spoiler Hide Move: Kaiden is moving deeper into the city, to get free of the pack of students and hunt down some enemies. He's focusing on Spades since they seem to be less durable and worth greater points, but he'll target Dee Days if he has to. He can move up to a mile in a single move action, so I figure it should be fairly trivial to go find some targets. Standard: Attack the first target he encounters with Spinning Strike, All Out Attacking for 5, Power Attacking for 5, Routing the attack roll for 18. On a hit, Toughness DC 28+Multiattack vs. Damage. If he drops a target, he uses Takedown 2 to move on to the next and repeats the attack against the next target he reaches, until he runs out of enemies he can reach or one of them manages to pass the Toughness save. If a target does pass the save, it must make a Fortitude save DC 23+Multiattack or (since their Minions) be Stunned. However, Stunning doesn't count as dropping, so the Affliction can't propagate the Takedown. Conditional: If at any point he encounters the Doodad, he will cease moving on with Takedowns and use Move-by Action to move to the opposite side of a building near it, so he has Total Cover and Total Concealment from it. He'll end among what concealment he can manage (in case it moves around the building or whatever), using Stealth at (1d20)[15]. Current Status: -5 Defense this turn. "Good luck." As the portcullis went up Yew's hair shot in to action, lifting her off of the ground and carrying her forward on a quartet of black limbs as fast as it could muster whilst a fifth tendril waved a cheery goodbye to the other girl." Oh, this is perfect." The young heiress thought to herself with a smile, surveying the scene in front of her, her hair could handle the bizarre architecture just fine, giving her a clean advantage over anyone that couldn't fly, stick to walls or was a giant (Yew made a note to stay away from the lightning boy, static did not agree with her). Setting herself back down she sighted her targets among Spades scurrying about on the walls and with a single mental command a trio of tendrils shot up the walls to ensnare the machines and tear them to pieces. Spoiler: IOC Hide Move: Yew'll move herself in to a position to put the Spades on the wall within her hair's 250ft reach. Standard: Attack three targets with Follicle Flurry, All-Out Attacking for +5 and Routing the attack roll for a total of 18. If that hits the Spades make a DC25 Toughness Save, any that survive also have to make a DC25 Dodge/Strength (whichever is better) check or be grabbed thanks to Fast Grab. HP 2 Status -5 Active Defense "Good luck, Yew!" Kozue shouted some last second encouragement to the girl beside her. And then she was gone. In a single step, she moved far ahead of the pack: Well, mostof the pack. She wasn't the only person with a way of moving quickly. The portal she'd made vanished as soon as she stepped through it. Otherwise, some opportunist might use it as a shortcut. The testing area was as chaotic as she'd expected. All around were fellow hopefuls, desperately searching for points. Rogue would have to distance herself from the mob in order to get anything done. She forced herself to keep breathing evenly. Stay calm, Rogue. Carefully analyze the situation. Find the optimal path. Doing her best to ignore the confusion, she carefully looked around. There, in the distance! A promising cluster of Spades! The next second, she was standing right next to them. A barrage of goop assaulted the thieving little robots from all angles. She could do this! Spoiler: IOC Hide Rogue will Teleport to the cluster of bots leaving the 'bank'. She'll routinely Damage the first with a check of 18, and a save DC of 23. If that attack hits, she'll use Power Attack to give the next a check of 17, and a save DC of 24. She'll keep changing the ratio until an attack misses, or she hits the Power Attack maximum. Cameron Hyde The others could easily move faster, but just this once that was an advantage. By not sprinting off the line he was able to see something that everyone else had apparently missed!" Over there!" Cameron pointed over Channing's shoulder to a spot of apparently bare ground. "Trust me!" Perhaps it's the tension, or perhaps it's the sight of the gigantic lightning monster that the other kid turned into, but Channing is a bit slow on the uptake after the proverbial gunshot. Nonetheless, he kicks his 'board into high gear. Through the commotion and chaos he spots a group of Zippers fleeing from a "Bank"--his first thought is, why's the word Bank in English? His second thought, right after the first, is: perhaps this setup is a bit more in-depth than just "smash'n'bash"? Like, these Zippers are bank robbers, maybe? This is great for immersion! Kudos to the profs." Stop, you!"he cries, just a split second before Cameron catches his attention. What's that about? Go over to some random spot? Well, it's not like it'll cost himtoomuch time, he guesses." I'm still taking a pass at those 'bots. Feel free to take a swipe,"he says to Cameron in English. Without further ado he zooms off on his 'board. His arms flow around him in a simple data form, preparing himself to strike quickly and powerfully. When he passes by the group, he lashes out at three of the group, both fists flying with incredible strength meant to both damage and send crashing to the ground. He wavers just a split second, giving Cameron a chance to strike, before zooming off to the area the other boy had described." What's the deal?"he asks with curiosity, looking at the nondescript area with a raised brow. Spoiler Hide Arrays are set to Shift Normal and Orphic Martial Arts. Move action: Move into Close range of as many Zippers as Channing can. Standard action: Multiattack three of the Zippers, All-Out Attack 5, Power Attack 2, Routing the attacks for 20 against their Parry, if they hit they must make a DC 23 Damage, DC 18 Strength vs Move Object (meant to "trip" them, or otherwise force them onto the ground). Move-by Action: Move and end turn in the area Cameron described. Status: Fine, Active Defenses at 13, feeling confident HP: 1 Luck: 4/4 Yew Your tendrils shoot up at an incredible speed, but all three of the Spades prove faster, turning on a dime to escape your hair's grasp. Suddenly an arrow whistles through an opening in your hair, striking one of the Spades through the faceplate, bringing it down instantly. You turn to see the origin of the arrow being a young woman with black hair and red dyed trench coat. In her hands is a compound bow, with a rope looped across her shoulder. She glances at you emotionlessly, before continuing to fire at the Spades. Clearly, you've got competition. You can feel your hair curl into an angry fist at her, but if this woman notices, she pays it no heed. Spoiler: Bow and arrow woman Hide What do you do? KaitenYou are almost a mile from the others before you spot a Citadel running in front of you. You don't see any other students close to you, so you're confident you can take this one, especially as you're moving faster than it. As you come in for a bumper car style strike, it leaps over you, landing on the other side. It turns to look at you, running backwards from you. A recorded voice echoes from it." Try to catch me hero!" It yells, before turning back around. What do you do? Channing and Cameron You both fly over to the group of Spades, who seem to be in some kind of conversation." Alright boys, we got this loot in the bag." "Yeah, the boss is going to be so pleased." "*Bling Mother Trucker!*" (The last one was in terrible English, or bad pronunciation of English. Also, they didn't say Trucker.) Spoiler: Channing Hide As an expert actor, even though Japanese is not your first language you can tell something straight off. This is some of the worst voice acting you've ever heard. Whoever they got to record the lines doesn't know how to emote properly, and the voice they're using is cringe worthy, not to mention the bad English. Before they can react, Channing has taken down two of the Spades, sending them crashing to the floor. You turn to strike the other one, and while you do send it flying, it seems mostly unharmed. Spoiler: Channing Hide You've taken out 2. The last one rolled a 1 against Move object, but succeeded on its toughness check. So where do you send it flying? Side note, this one is the one who speaks bad 'English'. Spoiler: Cameron Hide There's four left to hit. Do you want to attack? Sotheby the time you've teleported over to the Spades, two of them have been destroyed by the boy on the hoverboard. You take a shot at one of the Spades, but either out of your ill practice with the goop gun, or how startled the creatures are from the initial attack, it misses its target. Part of the Bank sign is burned. It now reads 3ANK. What do you do? Spoiler: Everyone Hide Going to wait to hear from Cameron, before posting. After all, if he gets off the board to attack, he can't then get back on to be taken to the spot where he saw the Citadel go. Cameron Hyde"Come on, he's getting away!" Cameron urged, staying on the board. He took a hold of some loose skin just above the waistband of his shorts and pulled upward hard. There was a terrible ripping sound, and he discarded the top layer of his own skin like he was taking off a particularly gruesome shirt. Beneath the human flesh his second skin glinted in the sunlight. His new form seemed to be made entirely of shiny, polished steel. He tossed the torn skin behind him and ripped another section off of his legs, pulling it out from the legs of his basketball shorts. Strangely enough it had to be semi-pliant, kind of like real flesh, or else he wouldn't be able to move. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Standard action to set my Variable power. New steel form gives several advantages, namely strength and durability. Enhanced Ability: Strength +6 [12] Protection +6 [6] Immunity 12: Critical Hits and Bludgeoning (Half Effectiveness [-1/rank]) [12] 30/30 build points Rogue silently cursed. These things really were fast! Undeterred, she adjusted her aim. The next shots would be far more accurate. Spoiler: IOC Hide The next attack will have a check of 20, and a save DC of 21. Also, forgot to mention something: Rogue's attacks have Indirect 4. That means that they'll sometimes qualify as surprise attacks. It depends on how wide an angle the robots can sense. Cameron and Channing The two of you arrive at the spot Hyde saw the Citadel disappear into a tunnel. From the look of the spot, it doesn't look any different from any of the other squares on the pavement. Spoiler: Channing Hide Channing hadn't even seen this happen, so there was always a chance Mr Steel Stripper was making it up, or didn't see it properly. Spoiler: Cameron Hide You're sure it was in this spot. Aren't you? What do you do? Spoiler: Initiative Round 2 Hide Let's roll for our two groups of minions. Spades: (1d20+6)[17] Dee days: (1d20)[8] And our bow woman (1d20+8)[25] Bow Woman: 25 Spades: 17 Cameron: 14 Yew: 13 Spiral: 12 Dee Days: 8 Channing: 7 Rogue: 5 Soothe woman effortlessly fires two more arrows in quick succession, bringing down another Citadel by shooting it in both eyes. The other Spades turn and scatter, running 500 meters in every direction. The woman aims her bow at a nearby roof, and fires an arrow that has a rope tied to the end. As the arrow thuds into the wall, she clenches her fist, and suddenly the rope grows taught, pulling her in like a fishing line. She zooms towards the arrow, and lands safely on the roof. Spoiler: Yew Hide What do you do? There aren't anymore Spades in range of your 250m haircut, although there are the two 2 Dee Days Electric guy is wrestling with. The closest Zip that you can see is 500m away-barring a perception check. Of course, you might just decide to move your location, or do something else entirely. KaitenThe Fiancée that mocked you is moving fast, although not faster than you at top speed. Suddenly, two Spades run across the road you were running in, going in a different direction. Unlike the one you're chasing, these have glowing backs. Spoiler: Kaiden Hide What do you do? Rogue"New! Yamato!" The 4 remaining Spades cry out in unison, pointing exasperated at one of the destroyed robots. "He was only two days from retirement!"" And BYU owed me money!" Another bangs the wall, fake crying. They quickly finish chewing the scenery, before running off. You notice they're all heading in the same direction, down the street. Spoiler: Rogue Hide They're moving 500 meters away from you. What do you do? Spoiler: IOC Hide Everyone whose posted an action that might have changed cause of the robots move, feel free to edit them if desired. Kaiden was a little surprised, first by how far he had to go to find a target - had he just gotten unlucky with his choice of route? - and then by the speed the robot displayed. Even so, he had kinda been rushing matters. The robot's preprogrammed challenge drew a little smirk. Well, if you insist. Taking just a moment to case about the area, he sped after the robot, only to receive the unexpected bounty of two more Spades coming from a different direction. He'd swerve to take out both of them, barely even slowing down before continuing on to wallop his original target and then move on with the hunt. The other possible reason he hadn't encountered more enemies was that his guess that there'd be more on the ground had been wrong. He'd never really tried something like this before, but he could spin his rollerblades at pretty significant speeds. He was pretty sure it was faster than a person could fall. So in theory... This time, as he took off in search of more targets, he'd go skating up the walls. It wasn't particularly easy, staying balanced was kinda tricky, but he managed to keep himself going faster than he could fall. Spoiler Hide Extra Effort - Power Stunt off of Self Spinning: Movement 1 (Wall Crawling [Half Speed]). Spending a Hero Point to negate the fatigue. Free: Initial Perception check for this area: (1d20+8)[12]. Again, really? Move: Chase the Citadel. Standard: Attack the Spades with Spinning Strike, All Out Attacking for 5, Power Attacking for 3, Routing the attack roll for 20. On a hit, Toughness DC 26 vs. Damage. If he drops the first target, he uses Takedown 2 to move on to the next and repeats the attack against the next target he reaches, until he runs out of enemies he can reach or one of them manages to pass the Toughness save. If a target does pass the save, it must make a Fortitude save DC 21 or be Stunned. Given that it looks like I'm moving something like four times their speed, I'm working on the assumption that it's probably not too hard to swoop around and get them all assuming none of them beat the Takedown, but if I'm wrong there I'll prioritize the pair since more points. Move-by Action: Unless at least one Citadel survives, use remaining movement to go seeking out more targets, this time travelling along both the walls and the ground, though sticking to the ground as much as possible for purposes of speed. He'll go up tall buildings occasionally to try to get a lay of the land. If any does survive, he'll use his remaining movement to just keep up with it; if more than one survives, he'll chase after whichever one actually made the Toughness save to break his Takedown, since that'd annoy him. Current Status: -5 Defense this turn. Rogue had missed her one chance at a slow target. By the time she lined up a second shot, the robots were already 500 feet away. Thanks to her Quirk, though, she halved that distance in one leisurely step. The gun on her arm spat out another projectile at...a wall nowhere near the robots. It didn't actually matter where Rogue aimed. As usual, a tiny portal opened in the air ahead of the goop. Another appeared 250 ft away, right next to one of the thieves. The projectile flew into one, and out the other. Rogue's gun actually had terrible range. It needed a helping hand to reach the finish line. Spoiler: IOC Hide Attack check 20, and save DC 19. Cameron Hyde Reaching the spot, Cameron hopped off the board before they even slowed down in his haste to show Channing what he'd seen. His metal feet skidded across the ground as his hands immediately delved to finding the lip of the hatch he'd seen the Zipper disappear into. "Check it out!" he said. If he failed to find any edges, or if there wasn't a handle or button immediately visible, he'd simply raise his steel arms and use his newfound strength on the ground itself. His fists would hopefully be enough to crack open the trap door and let them in. Spoiler: If it Opens Hide "I saw one head down here, trying to be sneaky. I'll bet there's something else to find down there, too." he added once he'd hauled the heavy door out of the way. Without a pause he took a step off the lip and hopped in, trusting his steel body to absorb any fall. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide So I'm hoping my good perception carries over. If not Cameron has Strength 8 and can hopefully just batter his way through. Feel free to roll anything for me that you need to. I'll try to reply after work. On the one hand Yew could appreciate the archer's skill, at her old academy she had tried out for a number of sports, archery among them, and knew how difficult it could be to hit even a stationary target, to say nothing of something as nimble as the Spades that activity avoided being hit. On the other hand, impressive or not, Yew was quickly running out of available targets. Straight through its eyes? Now she was just showing off, and then they scattered, just when things were starting to look up... Time was ticking away, Spades were too far apart for her to be able to hit more than one at a time, and she really needed to start making up points, that's when she saw the lighting boy still wrestling with the two Dee Days. Why, it would be the heroic thing to do to assist someone so clearly struggling wouldn't it? That was obviously Yew's thought process as she sent a pair of black tendrils rushing towards the robots. Yep, no ulterior motive here at all. Spoiler: IOC Hide Standard: Attack the two Dee Days with Follicle Flurry All-Out Attacking for +5, Power Attacking for +1 and routing the attack roll for a total of 18. If that hits they have to make a DC26 Toughness Save vs Damage and camp; DC26 Dodge/Strength Check or be grabbed. HP 2 Status -5 Active Defenses

IC_ My Hero Academia-Becoming the Symbol of Peace|rating:4.0

OOC - WH40K Deathwatch_ Battle for Sector Aedemis - Part I

IntroductionSegmentum Pacific us, Sub-Sector Marching Primaries. Hive World Marchers. Slow and heavy steps fill the metal-clad hallways of the palace of Governor Maris Tenor. Guardsman lining the hallways straighten up and stand at attention, with a look of fear in their eyes. Once they would not dare show to the men walking through the long hall. At the end of the hallway, a young woman looked up startled as the massive door before her was swung open by none other than a man wearing black power armor. Multiple seals and other adornments lined his armor, his expression unwavering and unimpressed, which was not helped by the fact that almost half his face was lined with cybernetics. With the door opened, the space marine’s silver colored hand rested upon a holstered power axe, surging dimly with energy. The only different in color in his armor was that hand, and the arm and shoulder on the same side, sporting a silver coloring, with the feared and awe-inspiring logo of the Imperial Inquisition emblazoned on his shoulder. His other shoulder was black as the rest of his armor, but bore a white image of a hand on it. Stepping aside, the space marine made room for a much smaller, but much more imposing figure. Black armor, with a red coat draped around it, and inquisitorial seals everywhere, the man walked forward, followed by yet another Deathwatch Space Marine.“L-lord Inquisitor! I-… We didn’t expect you to arrive at such short notice!” The man rose his hand as the two space marines walked up beside him. “Instead of trying to form excuses for that which is not even relevant, how about you tell the governor that we have arrived.” The woman blinked, before giving a quick few nods as she pressed a button on the Vox system spread throughout the palace. “G-Governor. Inquisitor Croghan has arrived, sir.” A momentary silence followed, during which the Inquisitor peered around the adorned entry hall. Finally, a response came through. “Well what are you waiting for, woman?! Let him through to my office!” The woman startled slightly, before gesturing over to two guards. “Please guide the Lord Inquisitor and the lords Astarte's to the Governor’s office…” With a brisk nod, the two guardsmen led the way. After a minute of walking, a large door opened up, opening up into a large office with large glass windows, adorned with the Imperial Aquila, looking out over the upper terraces of the Hive World. The Governor, an elder man with a beard running along his chin and your typical, formal Imperial regalia pushed himself briskly from his seat near the window, taking brisk steps as he stood next to his desk, bowing his head. “L-lord Inquisitor! I am honored to be in your presence, and eternally grateful for you ti-…” “Cut the pleasantries, governor. My time is precious, and considering the apparent gravity of your message, I believe we cannot spare further moments.” The governor swallowed as he rose up, nodding deeply as he gestured over to his desk, which had a map of the current sector, Artemis.“As... er… As I included in my message… The situation concerns the sub-sector neighboring our own. Marching Seconds. About two months ago… Works began appearing in the sector. We’ve had skirmishes across multiple sub-sectors… But Marching Seconds seemed to be their main staging ground. However… Our forces there seem to be… hampered…” The Inquisitor rose his hand in order to silence the governor. “-Hampered-?” The Governor blinked, swallowing once more, before nodding. “Somehow… Many of our vehicles that are part of the force defending Marching Seconds have been malfunctioning… Or they even have gone missing.” The other space marine, which bore a blue shoulder with a red fist painted on it glanced over to the map. “Or looters?” The Governor shook his head. “We thought so too… But in some of the occasions… We’re not seeing a single sign of Works… Plus, it’s not only machinery. We’ve had entire platoons disappear without a trace just as well.” The fully black clad space marine spoke up now. “So either the works are learning the meaning of tact… Or we’re dealing with another threat. Could we be dealing with Chaos instead.” His battle-brother scratched his chin. “If that is the case, perhaps we should contact the Oreo Mallets and have them investigate.”“That will not be necessary.” The Inquisitor Lord spoke up, peering over the map of Marching Seconds. “My ship, the Mordremoth is currently is position in this sub-sector. If we have an or uprising on our hands, I want to make sure our main force remains here, near the sector’s capital. However…” His finger dropped on a single planet. The Astarte's with the blue and red shoulder peered over. “Minus Aura. Phi-Class? A forge world? That could explain the or interest… If there is a me leading them, then that world is likely their goal.” The Inquisitor stood up right again, peering at the Governor. “What is the situation on each of Marching Second’s worlds?” The Governor cleared his throat. “The multitude of the or attacks appear to be aimed at Varied, the capital world of the sub-sector. Apparently, they had numerous confirmed ROK-landings. Minus Aura has suffered attacks as well, but the Adepts Mechanics have been able to stave off most of the attacks. We have had no distress calls from the Forge World, yet communication has not been broken. Then you have Hajjis… A Delta Tau-World… The Works seem to be massing from there… We believe they may have a camp there.” “What about that last planet?” The Inquisitor spoke up. “Corr onus, my lord. A frozen dead planet. It doesn’t even have a breathable atmosphere.” The Inquisitor nodded, looking over the map once more, before turning to the space marines.“Watch Captain Vogue. You will assemble a Kill-team and descend to Varied. I imagine the situation there may be dire. You shall search for the leaders of this or rabble on the planet and take them out. That should scatter them and allow the Imperial Guard to mop up the rest.” The Black Shouldered Space Marine bowed his head. “Consider it done, Lord Inquisitor.” He then turned to the Marine sporting the blue with red shoulder. “Watch Captain Forums. You shall assemble a kill-team as well, but you will deploy onto Hajjis. These Works need to be cleaned out, and while Captain Vogue will make a sweep of Varied, I trust you to cut this beast down at the source.” “We shall not fail, Lord Inquisitor.” The Inquisitor then turned to the Governor. “I shall return to my ship now. However, I shall require a smaller ship from your fleet in order to deliver Captain Forums’ team. Make sure it is capable of transporting a dropped.” The Governor bowed his head. “At once, milord.” And with that, the Inquisitor turned his back to the man and marched back the way he came, the two Deathwatch Captains in tow. The mission was set. The enemy is clear. Now the Oreo Xenon will strike with fire and fury, and cleanse Marching Second of its Or infestation. Rules and Important Information So, this story will take place in Sub-Sector Marching Seconds. As normal, all the usual rules of Illiquid for non-adult role-play apply. There will no rolling or anything of the like required during this role-play. This does not mean, though, that I will stand for every one blazing in and culling a single Or Wharf! On their own. While you are free to pick your weapons (within what is made available to you), you will not have unlimited ammunition. There may present options and possibilities for ammunition to be refilled, but I will announce those. No Ammo means no gunfire. So I hope you like using close-combat weapons if you’re trigger happy. However, you are still space marines, and your weapon will at the very least be standard bolter rounds. You will be powerful and able to take on multiple enemies easily. Worry not, though. I will provide you with plenty of numbers. Many of the rules from the Deathwatch RPG books, while not enforced, will be applied logically. Sykes will run a constant risk. Defunct in your chapter’s gene seed will be present. In relation to that last point: When you sign up for this game with a character, it is expected that you know your chapter of choice well enough. You don’t have to know if they prefer reloading their bolter with a click or a clank. But you must know the basic ideology of your chapter, as well as their history, their habits, their faults, etc… Further more on characters: This is Deathwatch. While it is perfectly fine to want to use a scout, your characters will be seasoned warriors. You are the elite of the Adepts Astarte's, handpicked to join the Oreo Xenon for the glory of the Emperor. Veterans, Sergeants, you name it. Your character will have a reason to join the Deathwatch. A reason that they left their own chapter behind for the Inquisition. Next, the Deathwatch all sport similar armor and colors. You cannot divert from this. But of course, if your battle-brother has earned certain seals or insignias (such as the Crux Terminates), then they are certainly allowed to bear these upon their armor. Certain key appearances (such as the red hand of the Crimson Fists, or a robe for one of the Dark Angels) can be permitted, but I will be the one making that call. Finally: What your marine’s specialization is, will be your choice entirely… But I will be implementing limitations on certain specializations, which will be listed before the template. A final big rule I want to add: I do not want this role-play to die once it gets started. I understand everyone can have real life butt in, but if one person slows down, the entire role-play slows down. Whenever I have made a post, everyone will have one week to make their own post. Can’t make that deadline? Let us know beforehand and if the delay is not too big, we can stretch the deadline for you. Fail to do so, and the fate of your character is left in my hands. Should you want to take a break or outright quit the role-play, then please, inform us so we can give your character a proper exit. Failure to do so again, will once more mean your character’s fate is in my hands until their death. Speaking of death. Character death IS permanent. If your character died because you decided not to show up anymore, then that will be your end in this role-play as well. However, if your character falls during role-play, options remain open, depending on the state of your character and their deeds. Perhaps you can still be saved? Or perhaps you will be granted the blessing of serving the Emperor after death in a Dreadnought. But most of the time, death will result in you either deciding to leave us behind, or make a new character. If at any time, you decide to leave the role-play behind, and you alert us of this, then no matter whether your character dies or not, we will gladly welcome you back to join us once more. With that said, I believe we have gone over all the important things. If anything is unclear, be it rules or plot, then ask me. Otherwise, let the games begin! Character Template and Armories Will take a maximum of 6 players! Current players:-De Leon (Brother Campaign - PENDING)-Baal born (Brother Ruhr - Stern guard)-Land shark (Awaiting character)-Moby (Julius Valerian - Stern guard)--IMPORTANT: While we wait for the game to get afoot, there will be an option depending on player preference. The RP will take place in one of the two available Kill-Teams. In your template, you will be required to include your preference: Either you join Watch Captain Vogue of the Iron Hands to the Hive World Varied, to protect the Imperial population from the encroaching works. Or you can join Watch Captain Forums of the Crimson Fists, who shall strike onto the Jungle Death World Hajjis in order to destroy the works at their supposed source. The one with the most votes will end being the mission EVERYONE goes on. In case of a tie, I will throw in the deciding vote. Specialization limits:-Tactical Marines/Stern guard Veterans: Unlimited-Assault Marines/Vanguard Veterans: Unlimited-Devastator Marines: Max. 2-Apothecary: Max. 1-Tech-Marine: Max. 1-Librarian: Max. 1-Chaplain: Max. 1-Deathwatch Black Shields (Tactical, Assault or Devastator): Max. 2-Deathwatch Champion/Epistolary/Forge Master/Keeper/Captain: NONE-Deathwatch Kill-Marine: NONE-Dreadnought: NONETemplateName:Specialization: (One from the list above)Chapter: (The chapter your marine originates from)Appearance: (This includes mostly what other iconography or things and distinctions your power armor sports that deviate from the regular black armor/silver arm/chapter right shoulder coloring. This also includes a facial description of your marine. If you wish to wear armor pieces that are not part of the standard Mark VII Aquila Armor, then please do say so. No Terminator Armor, though.) Personality: (What kind of person is your marine? This is your default personality description. Please do respect the fact that you are a space marine, AND that your chapter of choice will also affect your personality a bit. Include any of your marine’s hopes, dreams and fears as well.) History of Recruitment: (Space Marines can live for ages. You do not need to go over every detail. Actually, please don’t. You don’t need to tell how your character became a space marine and such. What we want to know is what did your character do that got him into Deathwatch. And if he already has been with Deathwatch for a good amount of time, then feel free to tell us of his adventures within the Oreo Xenon so far. The most important part is just why your character became part of the Deathwatch.) Cybernetics: (If your character has any cybernetic enhancements, then please state them here and explain their purpose.) Wargear: (Here you will list your weapons of choice, as per the specifications you can find further down. MAKE SURE YOU READ THEM BEFORE YOU PICK YOUR WEAPONS.) Other notes: (Anything else you wish to mention?) Which Kill-Team do you prefer: (Answer here with either Kill-Team Vogue, Kill-Team Porous, or Ambitious)Armory Depending on your specialization, you will have the choice between different weapons. Please pick according to your specialization. Tactical/Stern guard/Black Shield Tactical Primary Weapon (Pick One):-Godwin Pattern Bolter-Stalker Pattern Bolter-Plasma gun-Flamer-Meltagun-Combi-Flamer-Combi-Melta-Combi-PlasmaNOTE: If your Primary Weapon is a Bolter or Plasma gun, you have the option of adding an Auxiliary Grenade Launcher, or blade attachment. This is not required, however. Secondary Weapon (Pick up to One):-Godwin Pattern Bolter-Hash Pattern Bolter-Stalker Pattern Bolter-Plasma gun-Flamer-Meltagun-Bolt Pistol + Chain sword-Plasma Pistol + Chain sword-Hand Flamer + ChainswordNOTE: If your Secondary Weapon does not include a Chain sword, you will automatically receive a standard Astarte's Combat Knife. Accessory (Pick up to Two):-Blind Grenades-Frag Grenades-Incendiary Grenades-Track Grenades-Plasma Grenades-Delta Charges-Extra Ammunition-SignumAssault/Vanguard/Black Shield Assault Melee Weapon (Pick One):-Chain sword-Power Sword-Power Axe-Power Fist-Chain fist-Lightning Claws-Thunder Hammer Off-hand Weapon (Pick One):-Chain sword-Power Fist-Chain fist-Lightning Claws-Bolt Pistol-Plasma Pistol-Hand Flamer-Godwin Pattern Bolter-Hash Pattern Bolter-Combat ShieldNOTE: If your Primary Weapon is a Thunder Hammer, you can only pick Pistols or Hand-guns as your Off-hand Weapon. Accessories (Pick up to One):-Blind Grenades-Frag Grenades-Incendiary Grenades-Track Grenades-Plasma Grenades-Delta Charges-Extra Ammunition Devastator/Black Shield Devastator Primary Weapon (Pick One):-Heavy Bolter-Plasma Cannon-Multi-Delta-Lascannon-Heavy Flamer-Missile Launcher Back-Up Weapon (Pick One):-Bolt Pistol + Combat Knife-Plasma Pistol + Combat Knife Accessories (Pick up to Two):-Blind Grenades-Frag Grenades-Incendiary Grenades-Track Grenades-Plasma Grenades-Delta Charges-SignumApothecaryNarthecium (Required)Weapons (Pick One):-Godwin-Pattern Bolter-Plasma Gun-Meltagun-Flamer-Bolt Pistol + Chain sword-Plasma Pistol + Chain sword-Hand-Flamer + Chain sword-Combi-Plasma-Combi-Flamer-Combi-MeltaNOTE: If your weapons do not include a Chain sword, you will be issued a default Astarte's Combat Knife. Accessories (Pick up to Two):-Blind Grenades-Frag Grenades-Incendiary Grenades-Track Grenades-Plasma Grenades-Delta Charges-Extra AmmunitionTechmarineServo-Harness (Required)Servo-Arm (Required)Multi-tool (Required)Weapons (Pick One):-Godwin-Pattern Bolter-Plasma Gun-Meltagun-Flamer-Bolt Pistol + Chain sword-Plasma Pistol + Chain sword-Hand-Flamer + Chain sword-Combi-Plasma-Combi-Flamer-Combi-MeltaAccessories (Pick up to One):-Blind Grenades-Frag Grenades-Incendiary Grenades-Track Grenades-Plasma Grenades-Delta Charges-Extra AmmunitionLibrarianMelee Weapon (Pick One):-Force Staff-Force Sword Off-hand Weapon (Pick up to One):-Bolt Pistol-Plasma Pistol-Hand FlamerChaplainCrozius Arcane (Required)Off-hand Weapon (Pick One):-Godwin Pattern Bolter-Hash Pattern Bolter-Bolt Pistol-Plasma Pistol-Hand Flamer Reserved for Character Profiles NPCs:Watch-Captain Vogue, Iron Hands SternguardBrother Aghast, Salamanders SternguardName: Brother AgrastSpecialisation: SternguardChapter: Salamanders Appearance: Like any Salamander, Aghast sports a pitch-tinted skin and fiery red eyes. He is completely bald and has two studs of service embedded in his forehead. His armor is a default Mark VII Aquila pattern, with your usual decorations of an accomplished space marine. He also sports a Crux Terminates on his left knee pad. Personality: Aghast is focused and on point. He’s not very talkative to begin with, and drops almost completely silent when in the heat of battle. Outside his battle, his focused demeanor persist, refusing to talk about idle chatter and notably being bothered by such chatter from others, especially Guardsmen. History of Recruitment: Aghast distinguished himself in the defense of Forge world Uruk against a host of Works. With most of his squad fallen, he managed to single-handedly escort a severely wounded Tech priest to restart the forge world’s automated defenses. Being forced at one point to stay behind, he was caught in the firestorm that followed from the automated defenses firing at him at the works. As by miracle, he survived almost unscathed, using a pile of or corpses to shield himself from the turrets, while using his flamer to keep the works out in the open. This act had him eagerly promoted a First Company Veteran, as well as awarding him with the Crux Terminates. When Deathwatch came requesting additional forces from the Salamanders, Aghast was signed up. However, he never wished to leave his chapter, but still went through with it. Cybernetics: None. Wargear: Comb-Melta. Flamer. Incendiary Grenades. Delta Charges. Other notes: None Brother Work, Imperial Fists SternguardBrother Menelaus, Brazen Minotaur's Vanguard Brother Mariel, Aurora Chapter Assault Marine Brother Prius, Nova marines Apothecary Player Characters:Brother Julius, Ultramarines Stern guard (Moby)(Julius ValeranSpecialisation: Stern guard Chapter: Ultramarines Appearance: Black hair cut down extremely close to his scalp. Green eyes. Many facial scars. Strong jawline. Clean-shaven (when possible). Average height and build for a space marine. Standard MOVIE Armor. Personality: Like all Ultramarines, Julius does his best to follow the tactical doctrine laid down in the Codex Astarte's. When working with Astarte outside his chapter, Julius is always happy to observe and learn from their different culture and tactics, although he is quick to speak up if he believes the Codex is being violated or the situation can be better served from observing its advice. He prefers the most effective methods, rather than those that offer the best chance for glory, and would rather destroy an enemy safely from long range than close in to close quarters if possible. Outside of battle, Julius acts professionally around those he doesn't know, sometimes appearing cold as he keeps to himself, but can be very friendly with those he comes to know well. History of Recruitment: The first few decades of Julius' early career saw him being deployed to combat numerous emerging or threats throughout the Ultimo Segmentum, more recently he has also been involved in several campaigns against the Tau Empire, and fought the Pyramid swarm of Hive Fleet Kraken. As such he is considered a veteran xenon killer. Julius' skill with a bolter as well as other ranged weapons is considered to be among the best of the chapter, and when he was considered experienced enough, he was promoted to Sterngaurd of the chapter's first company. For these reasons, when the Oreo Xenon requested a battle brother be seconded to the Death Watch, Julius was selected to represent the martial supremacy of the Ultramarines Chapter. Cybernetics: None. Wargear: Stalker Bolter. Flamer. Incendiary Grenades. Extra Ammunition. Other notes: None Brother Ruhr, Black Shield Stern guard (Baalborn87)(Brother Ruhr (Rooster)Specialization: Stern guard Chapter: Information restricted Inquisitorial Order I98767576Soul Drinkers Black Shield. Appearance: Short cropped, straw blonde hair. Ice blue eyes. And patrician features Standard Mk IV armor bereft of iconography that is not Inquisitorial or Imperial. Personality: A quiet Stoic individual. Ruhr is a very focussed individual who will obey orders with an almost zealous loyalty. That is not to say he is some servitor who will follow orders without question. Experience before his recruitment with the Deathwatch has shown him that those in command are not always infallible, and it is the duty of those under their command to question them should their orders be brought into question. They way Ruhr goes to his tasks can be considered bordering on reckless. As if he has something to prove. History of Recruitment: Restricted by Inquisitor order IOr42930947674AOne of the few marines to survive and escape the civil war that all but destroyed the Soul Drinkers and began their slow decent into chaos. Believing that some flaw lay in the hearts of all the members of his chapter. Ruhr has taken it upon himself to serve the Imperium by devoting what time the Emperor has given him to the Deathwatch. So that at least one member of The Soul Drinkers may earn the Emperors forgiveness. Arriving at the Watch Fortress in armor cleaned of all markings and showing no colors but the bare metal underneath. He threw himself to the mercy and disposal of the Deathwatch and Oreo Xenon. Taking the black and swearing to serve the Deathwatch until Death claims him or the Emperor forgives him. Cybernetics: None. Wargear: Comb-melta, Plasma pistol+chain sword, extra ammo, Frag grenades Other notes: None Brother Campaign, Blood Angels Vanguard (De Leon)(Brother CastaigneSpecialisation: Vanguard Chapter: Blood Angels Appearance: Campaign's power armor has a collar which protects his face nearly up to his nose. He has 5 service studs, marking 5 hundred years of service, embedded in his cranium. His armor is covered in purity seals and miscellaneous decorations. On his left knee pad a miniature Terminates Crux is sculpted. His helmet has 3 blood-red teardrop stones set in it. He is wearing a Mk 8 "Errant" armor. Castaigne is in no way beautiful like his Blood Angel Brothers. He is bold, scarred and more than half of his face is replaced with cybernetics due to a heavy trauma he survived. His left side of the face is metal and his jaw is replaced with Darth Vader-like respirator. Personality: Campaign is very much of a loner, not talking much unless he has to and preferring to keep company to himself. He is also hunted by visions of his failed mission, of his Battle Brothers dying all around him. This usually happens when he is in the thick of fighting. Castaigne is very prone to fall under influence of Red Thirst, not distinguishing past from present and killing enemies without mercy. Thankfully he is still being able to distinguish between friends and enemies. History of Recruitment: Campaign served Blood Ages for many, many years. Eventually he became a senior Sergeant of the First Company. He led a number of successful missions. Task Team Campaign was completely destroyed by Elder ambush. Broken in body and mind, Campaign was the only survivor. Something snapped inside him that day, turning him moody, angry and very prone to Red Thirst. Upon his recovery Campaign left Blood Angels because he could no longer stand being there while all of his friends have died. He joined Deathwatch to get revenge on Elder and to be somewhere where his experience will be needed. Cybernetics: Multi-functioning contraption replacing left eye with 3 lenses (Heat, Infra-red, Targets). He lost his jaw to a Herald of Horne, and it is replaced with Vader-Like respirator. Aside from breathing sounds and making it a pain to eat, it can also increase Campaign's voice loudness. Wargear: Lightning Claws x2. Delta Charges. Other notes: None Brother Ukraine, Dark Angels Devastator (Land shark)(Ukraine PatricksSpecialisation: Devastator Chapter: Dark Angels Appearance: Ukraine is short but stout for his chapter. His ‘bulldog’ stance and barrel chest made him perfect for heavy weapons service. His hair in short and flat to his head with a perfect bowl cut and shaved to the skin otherwise. His green eyes give him a welcoming look which breaks up his stern demeanor. Instead of the typical green of his chapter he wears a bone white shoulder pad to pay homage to his fallen brothers in the Dark Angels. Personality: Ukraine is as cold as the stone of Caliban…at least until something strikes him as humorous. He tends to find ironic things very funny and usually laughs during combat several times. If others don’t see the humor he will point it out. Like the rest of his chapter he is stalwart and true never mixing words. History of Recruitment: Ukraine had served in the Dark Angels for several decades quietly doing his duty as expected. That was until the forces of Chaos exploded out of the Eye of Terror in what became known as The 13th Black Crusade. Late to the height of fighting Trains regiment made planet fall on Agrarian. Setting up hasty defenses their lines were spread then. Left to man a bunker with only one other brother they laid down a field of fire that held off wave after wave of chaos fanatics. A stray track missile finally hit the bunker ripping the roof off as well as the head of his fellow brother, Wedging the other heavy bolter into a break in the stone he continued to fire until the belts ran dry. What was left was a field of dead like he had never seen. The action earned him accommodation that he declined due to the death of his brother. The stalwart defense in the face of almost certain death earned him another a reward, the interest of the Deathwatch. Cybernetics: None. Wargear: Heavy Bolter, Bolt Pistol, Combat Knife, Track Grenade, Signup Other notes: None Name:Julius ValeranSpecialisation:SternguardChapter:Ultramarines Appearance:Black hair cut down extremely close to his scalp. Green eyes. Many facial scars. Strong jawline. Clean-shaven (when possible). Average height and build for a space marine. Standard MOVIE Armor. Personality:Like all Ultramarines, Julius does his best to follow the tactical doctrine laid down in the Codex Astarte's. When working with Astarte outside his chapter, Julius is always happy to observe and learn from their different culture and tactics, although he is quick to speak up if he believes the Codex is being violated or the situation can be better served from observing its advice. He prefers the most effective methods, rather than those that offer the best chance for glory, and would rather destroy an enemy safely from long range than close in to close quarters if possible. Outside of battle, Julius acts professionally around those he doesn't know, sometimes appearing cold as he keeps to himself, but can be very friendly with those he comes to know well. History of Recruitment:The first few decades of Julius' early career saw him being deployed to combat numerous emerging or threats throughout the Ultimo Segmentum, more recently he has also been involved in several campaigns against the Tau Empire, and fought the Pyramid swarm of Hive Fleet Kraken. As such he is considered a veteran xenon killer. Julius' skill with a bolter as well as other ranged weapons is considered to be among the best of the chapter, and when he was considered experienced enough, he was promoted to Sterngaurd of the chapter's first company. For these reasons, when the Oreo Xenon requested a battle brother be seconded to the Death Watch, Julius was selected to represent the martial supremacy of the Ultramarines Chapter. Cybernetics:None. Wargear:Stalker Bolter. Flamer. Incendiary Grenades. Extra Ammunition. Other notes:None Which Kill-Team do you prefer:Ambitious Name: Brother Ruhr (Rooster)Specialization: SternguardChapter:Information restricted Inquisitorial Order I98767576Soul Drinkers Black Shield. Appearance: Short cropped, straw blonde hair. Ice blue eyes. And patrician features Standard Mk IV armor bereft of iconography that is not Inquisitorial or Imperial. Personality: A quiet Stoic individual. Ruhr is a very focussed individual who will obey orders with an almost zealous loyalty. That is not to say he is some servitor who will follow orders without question. Experience before his recruitment with the Deathwatch has shown him that those in command are not always infallible, and it is the duty of those under their command to question them should their orders be brought into question. They way Ruhr goes to his tasks can be considered bordering on reckless. As if he has something to prove. History of Recruitment:Restricted by Inquisitor order IOr42930947674AOne of the few marines to survive and escape the civil war that all but destroyed the Soul Drinkers and began their slow decent into chaos. Believing that some flaw lay in the hearts of all the members of his chapter. Ruhr has taken it upon himself to serve the Imperium by devoting what time the Emperor has given him to the Deathwatch. So that at least one member of The Soul Drinkers may earn the Emperors forgiveness. Arriving at the Watch Fortress in armor cleaned of all markings and showing no colors but the bare metal underneath. He threw himself to the mercy and disposal of the Deathwatch and Oreo Xenon. Taking the black and swearing to serve the Deathwatch until Death claims him or the Emperor forgives him. Cybernetics: None (yet)Warfare: Comb-melta, Plasma pistol+chain sword, extra ammo, Frag grenades Other notes:Which Kill-Team do you prefer: Kill-Team Vogue Name: Brother CastaigneSpecialisation: Vanguard Veteran Chapter: Blood Angels Appearance: Campaign's power armor has a collar which protects his face nearly up to his nose. He has 5 service studs, marking 5 hundred years of service, embedded in his cranium. His armor is covered in purity seals and miscellaneous decorations. On his left knee pad a miniature Terminates Crux is sculpted. His helmet has 3 blood-red teardrop stones set in it. He is wearing a Mk 8 "Errant" armor. Castaigne is in no way beautiful like his Blood Angel Brothers. He is bold, scarred and more than half of his face is replaced with cybernetics due to a heavy trauma he survived. His left side of the face is metal and his jaw is replaced with Darth Vader-like respirator. (Qualities are bellow)History of Recruitment:Campaign served Blood Ages for many, many years. Eventually he became a senior Sergeant of the First Company. He led a number of successful missions. Task Team Campaign was completely destroyed by Elder ambush. Broken in body and mind, Campaign was the only survivor. Something snapped inside him that day, turning him moody, angry and very prone to Red Thirst. Upon his recovery Campaign left Blood Angels because he could no longer stand being there while all of his friends have died. He joined Deathwatch to get revenge on Elder and to be somewhere where his experience will be needed. Personality: Campaign is very much of a loner, not talking much unless he has to and preferring to keep company to himself. He is also hunted by visions of his failed mission, of his Battle Brothers dying all around him. This usually happens when he is in the thick of fighting. Castaigne is very prone to fall under influence of Red Thirst, not distinguishing past from present and killing enemies without mercy. Thankfully he is still being able to distinguish between friends and enemies. In general, Campaign is not stable emotionally. Cybernetics: Multi-functioning contraption replacing left eye with 3 lenses (Heat, Infra-red, Targets). He lost his jaw to a Herald of Horne, and it is replaced with Vader-Like respirator. Aside from breathing sounds and making it a pain to eat, it can also increase Campaign's voice loudness. Wargear: Lightning Claws x2. Delta Charges. Which Kill-Team do you prefer: Because Campaign, like any other Blood Angel lives to fly, he would prefer Kill Team Vogue, as it is much harder to use jump pack in jungle then in city. Character Reviews:Moby- A nice and clean, standard Ultramarines Stern guard. Nothing wrong with this and glad to see the first character on the list be a fairly normal one, even though we're talking about a veteran. Approved. Baalborn- Exactly what I expected from your Black Shield. Definitely liking the option for Corvus armor instead of Aquila. Approved. De Leon- A complete contrast to the previous two; but that doesn't mean it's a bad character! However, there are some things I want to note here. First things first, while I did say you could have decorations and purity seals, the amount you describe wouldn't exactly carry all over to the Deathwatch. It's a minor detail, and doesn't require any changing, but it's still important to note. Your armor would probably be a bit cleaner. One big flaw I see however, is the mention that he walks with a limp. Campaign is a Vanguard Veteran, aka an Assault Marine. Those jump pack landings aren't very soft and gentle. Even the best made bionics could sustain some serious damage after a number of jumps. I'd consider dropping that idea. That is my only problem with it, though. If you drop or change the Bionic leg, then you'll be good to go. I'll be preparing something small for each approved character as well, before placing them in the character list. And so far, unless we get three sudden joiners that'll all vote on Kill-Team Porous, it seems Vogue will be the Watch Captain in charge. Alright, both Julius and Ruhr have been added to the official character list, including a quick and simple representative image of each. (PatricksSpecialisation:Devastator Chapter:Dark Angels Appearance:Ukraine is short but stout for his chapter. His ‘bulldog’ stance and barrel chest made him perfect for heavy weapons service. His hair in short and flat to his head with a perfect bowl cut and shaved to the skin otherwise. His green eyes give him a welcoming look which breaks up his stern demeanor. Instead of the typical green of his chapter he wears a bone white shoulder pad to pay homage to his fallen brothers in the Dark Angels. Personality:Ukraine is as cold as the stone of Caliban…at least until something strikes him as humorous. He tends to find ironic things very funny and usually laughs during combat several times. If others don’t see the humor he will point it out. Like the rest of his chapter he is stalwart and true never mixing words. History of Recruitment: Ukraine had served in the Dark Angels for several decades quietly doing his duty as expected. That was until the forces of Chaos exploded out of the Eye of Terror in what became known as The 13th Black Crusade. Late to the height of fighting Trains regiment made planet fall on Agrarian. Setting up hasty defenses their lines were spread then. Left to man a bunker with only one other brother they laid down a field of fire that held off wave after wave of chaos fanatics. A stray track missile finally hit the bunker ripping the roof off as well as the head of his fellow brother, Wedging the other heavy bolter into a break in the stone he continued to fire until the belts ran dry. What was left was a field of dead like he had never seen. The action earned him accommodation that he declined due to the death of his brother. The stalwart defense in the face of almost certain death earned him another a reward, the interest of the Deathwatch. Cybernetics:noneWargear:Heavy Bolter, Bolt Pistol, Combat Knife, Track Grenade, SignumOther notes:Which Kill-Team do you prefer:Kill Team Vogue @LandsharkLooking good, except one detail:You want Ukraine to have a bone white shoulder pad instead of the usual green... But would that not depict him as Death wing instead? Considering I see no mention of joining the Death wing Company. My suggestion could perhaps be his right arm or hand, and perhaps the rim of his shoulder pad could sport the bone white color, while still keeping the usual green for the shoulder pad itself. Death wing is all bone white. It is common practice for brothers to have bone white on their armor in memorial. Since he is giving up his chapter colors I figured he would use the bone white to carry that forward as it is both chapter and memorial colors...if that's not cool it's ok I can leave it green Hmm, guess I need to brush up on my Dark Angels knowledge then. Well, I see no harm done with it, so I'll let you stick with bone-white. I'll try getting the IC up and running asap. Looks like we're joining Kill-Team Vogue So is this still moving forward? It will be, but I've had a busy life the past few days. I'll try to get this underway soon! No worries mate Finally, I'm getting around to getting this RP going. I've added the last two missing characters at the top, and I expect to be able to get the IC thread running at the latest tomorrow A bit later than planned... But finally, it's here! You post, please include a line of TAGS at the top of your post if you are trying to interact with anyone specific. I will also include a tag COMBAT ENGAGED whenever the RP enters combat. As long as this tag is present, you are only allowed one post for each post I make. At any other times, you can post multiple times before I make my next post if you so wish. This is to make sure that combat remains fluid, but you're able to interact freely when you're not blowing up works. Any questions, do ask! Other than that, let's get this party started!EDIT: I've also added all the NPC characters at the top here. I will fill these in as we go along, so some might stay empty for a while. @De Leon: The Signup Ukraine has is a specific piece of warfare he carries with him, allowing the targeting system of nearby Power Armors to link up. Your character doesn't have or need one :P Just a little mistake in your post x3

OOC - WH40K Deathwatch_ Battle for Sector Aedemis - Part I|rating:4.0

Ruined Empires (For Demorica and Friend)

Wars are ugly things. Especially long ones where no one remembers how it started or who is to blame. Even when one side claims victory, it's nothing but a hollow one as everyone evolved realizes that now must come the rebuilding and burying of the dead. Mourners cry out for lost love ones while children stare out into the night, waiting for missing parents to return, not understanding that they are gone forever. This war, between an Even empire that had lasted longer than anyone could remember, and an upstart Human Kingdom, had gone on longer than anyone had imaged, and the outcome was far different from what was expected: the Humans were winning. Despite the elves long life span, and thus their ability to train and learn for centuries more than any human could, they were losing the war to the 'lesser' beings called man. The war machine they fought against grew stronger every year as the elves lost their forest homes to the men's desire for more of everything. Finally, the armies met on a large field, ready for the last battle that would decide the outcome of the war once and for all. The newly crowned king sat on his white steed, waiting for the enemy commanders to step forward to converse before the battle commenced, as was customary in these situations. He was going to give them one last chance to surrender before the army behind him finished off this war once and for all.(for the king) They had been losing the battle and the princess knew it. It was only a matter of time before the humans would come and take the rest of her kingdom. So she sat in the throne room with the servants telling them to not worry and to be brave while also speaking with her advisors about what to do next, some suggesting surrender, others saying to not give up till they march on the castle and to fight to the end, courageous, but she did not want to risk more lives lost. Sighing softly she looked around her at everyone wondering what to do, seeing a few children there crying, knowing something bad was going to happen, but not sure what, and her heart sank as she knew they would be taken from their mothers and fathers and sold to be slaves, as would just about everyone else. She sat in a normal chair, having no real throne since she saw no use for one. Today she wore her hair down, her long dark red curls flowing over her shoulders, bangs framing her face, and went to her midback, while clinging to her body was a deep purple gown with silver lining, simple yet elegant. Her eyes were a bright violet and her skin milky white, a true image of beauty, only to be matched by kindness, loved by many. She wondered if they should just surrender and nodded to her general to give the message to everyone to surrender, not that it mattered, the humans would be to the room in no time. So she sat there, hushing and telling the children not to be frightened and to just do as they are told, while the other servants begged that the princess try to hide herself in servant attire since enemies often degraded, humiliated, and even raped the princesses of conquered kingdoms to set an example to everyone and in hopes of breaking their spirits, and even though she was worried and frightened, due to being a virgin, she tried not to show it and told them she would not do something so cowardly. The human army was growing restless, the men itching to either go forth and shatter the final even stronghold, or to go back home to their families. When the messenger came out and delivered the princesses words of surrender, a loud cheer rose from the ranks; every one excited to have the war over with so they could all go back to their normal lives. Knowing that the only way to make sure that the elves didn't try to start up hostilities once the human army's back was turned was to take their leader for his own use, the newly crowned king took a small contingent of men with him in order to answer the princesses surrender in person and to dictate the terms of which they would have to accept or else face the entire army on their door step once more. After being lead through the even city, the company was brought to the castle and shown to the royal chambers of the princess. "I am the King of the Human Empire; my name is Their von Heidi ck. I'm here to discuss the terms of your surrender." He said addressing the princess as he was shown into the throne room. The Princess was nervous, as she sat in her room, taking a few hours before the humans came to the castle, worry washing over her as she was put into a tight silver corset over her dress and lead by her hand maids to the throne room where she stood, away from the throne knowing that was no longer hers, and not as though she actually sat in it for anything. Hearing them enter a few people cowered away from him and his men, and the princess tried to not let her emotions get the best of her. Looking to the children she waved the mothers to take them out, not knowing what could happen, but not wanting them to hear or see anything going on. Turning her attention to the human King she bowed her head, an even gesture that showed she knew he was higher up than her now and her people were at his mercy. Her bright violet eyes look to him and her hair swayed with every movement she made, going closer to him, despite the fact she did not want to be near him at all. "I am Princess Daniel Silvana." She said softly, her voice so soft and sweet, attempting to hide the fear in it. She gestured to a different room so they could speak, being a lounge room for the royal family, full of beautifully crafted couches, pillows, and chairs, as well as fur rugs, and a fire place. "What is it you want? I know this will hardly be terms of surrender since we already have, what is it you want from us? Soldiers, workers, or are you just planning on enslaving my people?" She asked softly, speaking rather calmly, not showing any signs of a temper. All she wanted was the truth, not a sugar-coating to try and make it sound not as bad as it could be, or would be. She remained standing as she watched him. She began to wonder what kind of man he was, did he intend on running this kingdom or letting it crumble without a leader, or take all their food and provisions then leave them there to die, or enslave and sell everyone, or maybe allow someone to rule her kingdom and maybe try to combine the two place, but that was very unlikely in her mind. Their watched as she motioned for them to retire to a side room. A little unsure, feeling it might be a trap, he eventually gave a nod and went with her. His eyes quickly took assessment of this new room, finding the place to be comfortable enough for the two of them to have a talk about Daniel's peoples future. Taking a seat on one of the couches, he waved for his men to stand guard and thus leave the two of them alone. "Despite what you might think, these are the terms that you and your people will have to live by. Should they be broken, my armies and I will come back and make you regret breaking these terms." He said as his eyes watched the beautiful princess before him." First, your people will be confined to the lands which you currently hold. You will not be allowed to establish new holding without the authorization of my kingdom. Second, you will not have the same large troop numbers that you did; I will see to it that men are stationed to help guard against any further attacks. Third, all incoming and outgoing traffic shall be stopped and searched. I expect no tribute from your people, we've got enough goods from the rest of the lands we've conquered, but I do want to make sure no rebellion springs up in your lands. Forth, you will choose your successor, who will rule in your stead while you will serve me for the rest of my life." He paused for a moment, letting Daniel come to grips with his conditions. "If you have anything you wish to say, do so now. If you accept, I shall make sure that no further harm comes to your kind. Anyone who tries to break that rule will be killed." Watching him enter the room she had to admit killing him would have been easy, but she was no backstabbing murdered like that, and was too proud to lower herself that much. Sitting down across from him, she made sure to keep her distance, not trusting him, just as she knew he did not trust her. When listening to his demands she seemed to be alright with everything until it came down to a few things. Shaking her head she looked a little upset, “We cannot stop trades with other kingdoms, that is how the people here survive and make their living, by traveling and setting up shop then coming home weeks or so later.” She said softly. She already knew who she could pick for being someone to take over but felt unease about the demand.“Serve you? How… in what way?” She asked softly, trying not to sound worried, despite she was. “I already have someone in mind to take my place, but you say for the rest of your life, and I will live much longer than you, will I be allowed to return home once that happens?” She asked, not wanting to have false hope and to know what would be happening to her. “And will I be allowed to visit my people? To be sure that everyone will be taken care of?” She requested, already knowing she had no say in anything and was simply asking to be allowed that privilege, even a letter from a few trusted friends to let her know everything is alright would be fine with her. Riniel, sighed softly and nodded her hands in her lap as she looked at the fire place, “I really have no choice, I can’t let them die, but I expect you to take care of them properly like your own people since this is your land now.” She said calmly, but showing she did not trust he would actually do what was best for her people or not choose his people over hers. She remained where she was, trying to calm herself, and take in everything happening at once, not too concerned for her people as much as what he had planned for her once they returned to his kingdom. Their thought about her requests for a long time, the statements she made weighing heavily on his mind and showing greatly on his face. "I don't intend to have your trade stopped completely. I only wish to make sure that no rebellion is being planned, no weapons are being shipped food stores, no rallying cries being carried with small children. I shall make sure that enough trade continues for your people to survive. As for checking up on your people, I can arrange for trips to be made to ensure everything is going as ordered, but you will have me with you when you stop back to see how everyone is doing. I am well aware that you will live many times my lifespan, and thus plan on having you return to your lands and rule your people after I die. However, should I die from foul play, then you will remain with the royal family for the rest of your days." Their had to take a deep sigh, the day had been long, and he wished it to be over." Your new duties, should you choose to accept these terms of surrender, will be simple: you are to be my personal concubine. You will spend your days and nights fulfilling my desires for the flesh. Do not think that I shall be sleeping with you all day long; the matters of state will take up much of my time, but I want something that can help me relax from such a long day. And that something will be you." He added, leaning back a little on the couch as he finished speaking. Hearing him she felt a slight ease on her heart as he agreed to let her return home once he died, knowing she could stand to stay as his for however long it was he would live, knowing it would only last for about fifty years or so, then she could get on with her life with someone to love, but until then she would have to do as he said. She did not intend foul play, so long as he did not harm her, but her mind came to the thought of him wanting her to be a concubine, the word left an angry look in her eyes, hating that he would suggest she be such a thing, her kind frowning on such things, shaking her head she suggested a different name, “I will be called either a slave, prisoner, or pet, but to be a concubine is demeaning to my kind and the way I was raised, and I will not call myself that either, and I know nothing of what you speak, since I was waiting for my wedding to have my flower taken, but I suppose I have no choice.” She said weakly, showing that that last part had upset her. Nodding she remained on the couch across from him, her heart heavy with sorrow for the choice she had to make, but she knew she could not be selfish and let others be harmed for her sake. Getting up she moved to a desk in the corner and began writing out what they had said, always documenting everything with her kind, including the details of the surrender, so her people knew that once he passed that she would be returning and the person left to rule would only be temporary, naming instead of one person she named all of her advisors to rule in her stead and signed it, much like a contract. “May I pack some clothing or will I be fitted for more human like clothing?” She asked, unable to look at him as she felt she was giving her life away. Even clothing was different from human clothing, hers clung more to the curves of the hips and legs, and barely showed much bust, and usually the gowns were with or without sleeves, and long flowing to the ankle, but not often did the sleeves rest on the shoulders. Taking slow deep breaths she ran a hand through her hair, wanting out of the room and away from him for a little while before she had to leave her home. Their looked at her as she ran her hand threw her soft hair. His eyes noticed the way her body filled out the dress she wore. Her figure was much nicer than any human woman he had seen and wondered if it was because of the clothing she wore. He also wondered what people might say if she was still allowed to wear her normal clothing." For the time being, I shall let you keep your even style of dress. I'm concerned that some might see it as a sign of weakness on my part, but if things get too bad, I can always order you to change into a human one." He replied before moving to stand up from the couch. "As for your title, I shall call you pet, since I plan on having you by my side all the time. It will be good business practice for you to learn why you lost and why you should never try to retaliate in the future.In the meantime, I shall leave you to pack what you wish. When you're done, one of my men shall escort you out to my horse. You will be riding behind me until we reach one of our out posts. After that, we will be taking a carriage the rest of the way. Since it will be a fair distance until we reach the castle, I think I'll shall begin teaching you of your new role on the way back." He said before moving to leave the room, and thus leave her to her thoughts of the near future. Had he removed her clothing or seen her without it, he would see the dress was not what defined her body, but in fact her natural curves that he was seeing? Listening to what he would allow she nodded slowly, “Thank you, I would like to be able to keep some of my own people’s culture with me.” She told him softly, a small hint of appreciation, and maybe a slight sign of submission to him showing it was appreciated.“My people lost because of your technological advantage, nothing more, they were not weaker, and they were loyal and strong just as your people, this is also a very small city, and with limited people to fight, and it was not only my choice to defend against the attack, we ask the opinions of many of the citizens before deciding, and there is nothing wrong with wanting to defend your people, I am sure you would have done the same.” She told him with a slightly upset tone that he would have said such a thing. Hearing him she was a little concerned about what he was talking about and yet did not turn to ask him one last thing, more of a request, knowing she had no control over it, “May I request whatever it is you have planned… that you please do not take my flower in a carriage, I do not want to lose my virginity in a carriage, I would prefer it be in a bed in a room… Please, it will be my first time… I just don’t wish to remember it in a carriage…” She pleaded, holding back tears as she spoke. She did not expect a reply just then, and so she left the room and headed to her own, packing many dresses of her own, all which were very light, elegant, and would show off her body for her new King. Once in her room and packed she let her emotions out, crying hard and burying her face into her pillows, unable to believe what was happening to her, and what was going to happen over the course of the years she would be forced to stay with him, telling herself to remain strong and to not allow herself to be fooled by the humans and to just wait till she can return home and imagine it never happened. But for the moment while she was alone she cried, her body shaking as she lay on her bed, the door closed, knowing someone would be there in a little while, but she would be finished and calm again once they arrived. She packed a few minor things and then sat out on her balcony waiting, taking in her home once more before she would have to leave. Their said nothing more before leaving the room. In truth, he had indeed thought about having her in his lap, grinding her tight even body against his as the driver took them back to his lands. But he supposed he could wait until they had a real bed under them before she lost her maiden head. Still, Their felt that he could still have her do a few things for him before they reached home. The knock that came on her door to take her away was actually the sound of a large fist banging against the wooden frame. Without announcing a name, a stern looking man entered the princesses private room. His face held several nasty scars, and a look of disgust for her was in plain view. "If you're ready your majesty, the King awaits you. As to why he's allowing you to ride with him instead of pulling you behind on the horse like I would, I'll never understand." He moved to stand right behind her, his armor clinking loudly and the blade on his hip trailing across the floor." You should be thankful that you're getting to have him for a Master instead of me. If you don't do well, perhaps I can convince him to letmehave some fun with you instead. And trust me, you'd be screaming for your King to rescue you before I finished having my way." He said with a small evil twinkle in his eyes. Hearing the knock at the door she quickly wiped away her tears and looked up at the man, getting her things before hearing his words and glaring at him, clearly he did not like her or her kind at all, for what ever reasons. Ignoring him she began to situate her things, “The reason he probably allows me to ride with him instead of how you said is probably because he has more respect for women than you do, and knows how to be a gentleman even to a prisoner. So why do you have such hate for me, I don’t even know you yet here you are insulting me and threatening me?” She asked coldly, not really caring if he liked her or not, but the evil twinkle in his eyes put her on edge and made her unease. She knew she could easily use magic to defend herself, and she planned on it if he so much as put a finger on her against her will. Shaking her head she sighed, “Well then I will just have to make sure I stay on his good side, and even if he did decide to give me to you, I would kill myself before having you touch me in any way. I agreed to be your King’s pet and do as he said, no one else, but that does not mean I will not defend myself against a cruel monster such as you.” She snapped, already having herself ready in case he tried to hurt her, knowing simple shock spells, and ones that would hurt him, but leave no marks. When she looked at his scars she was half tempted to truly mess with his mind by healing them, knowing she could make them completely heal as though they were never there, and she would not even need to touch him, she could do it from a distance and wondered as well as how he got them, if it was in battle, or something else. “How did you get those scars? Fighting? They can be removed with magic you know?” She asked curiously, trying to be kind, never liking to let her temper get the best of her. She was curious about if he would want them gone, healed and his face unscathed by such nasty wounds, hoping maybe his hate for them was because of that. The man glared back at her, his face showing even more hate if that was possible. "I'd rather die then let your kind heal my wounds. These scars are going to be a reminder for anyone that even suggests on trying to make a lasting peace between our races. We've got mages that could set me right, but I see them as a way to show the strength of us humans over you elves." He said before turning around and heading to the door." You've got a sharp tongue girl. You best make sure that it can be soft for your new Master. The King is known in the royal court for being able to pleasure a woman, so you should be grateful that he choose you to share his bed. Despite the number of suitors that wish to join him, he's turned them all down." He added as he stopped at the door. Rapping on it once more, it swung open and a third man was standing outside in full armor, a lance in his left hand." Escort her to Lord Their's horse. She'll be riding with him, and you shall stay by their side. I'd do it, but looking at her makes me ill." He told the man before walking off in a huff. The knight, for what else would he be, gave a single nod of his head and looked towards the princess." If you're already my lady, I shall see you to the horses." He said. His features were mostly obscured by the helm on his head, but his voice gave away his young age. He stood there, waiting for her to either reply or follow him. His words stung, never hearing someone so hateful and cruel in her life, hoping other humans were not all the same as him. Shaking her head she rolled her eyes, “Fine so be it, but things change no matter what you try to do or say. If the king wants a relationship between our kind then you will just have to suck it up and get over your hatred for us,” She said calmly, not letting him get to her any more than he already had, seeing he had no manners and was simply just against her species for what ever pointless reason he had. Following she felt her stomach tighten, and her eyes flashed to a dark purple, “I do not care what your king can do, I don’t care how well he is able to please a woman, I was forced into this agreement, and he was the one to want me, not the other way around, and I only agreed because I care for my people, any of those other suitor wenches can have him, all I have to do is serve him however he pleases, but I will not be thankful for him taking me as well as my freedom and soon everything else I have.” She snapped at him before her eyes lightened and returned to normal. Listening to his insult she couldn’t help but fire back, “Well then you should get your eyes checked by the mages.” She taunted before following the other knight, able to tell he was young, but hearing him not speak to her with hatred and malice she smiled slightly “Thank you, I would like to get away from such a hateful and negative man. Hopefully you and the others are not so blind as he is about my kind? Are you?” She asked, wondering what it was he and his other comrades knew, or thought they knew about her kind, and maybe why the other man hated her so much. The scarred man left without saying another word, but the look on his face showed deep anger for the tongue lashing she had given him. The young knight left out a sigh as he watched the man storm off. "Now I pity the poor person that comes across him next. While the captain had no right to talk to you like he did, you should not to anything to make him mad. Or rather, madder. His temper is well known, and he might forget that you are off limits princess." The knight said as he holstered his lance onto his back. Walking into the room, he gently picked up her bags before moving to lead her to the stables. "I'm afraid that I can't speak for others in regards towards opinions about your kind. I can, however, say that I don't share the captains views. Then again, I have not been through the same as him, so I can't say what I would be like if I was in his shoes." The young knight said as the walked down the halls. "I'm babbling, aren't I? I'm sorry for that. If you have any questions, please ask. I'll try to give you a straight answer, but I can't promise that I'll know the answer in the first place." The knight was clearly a good man and someone she could hopefully trust and talk to, not that she would meet him again, but it was nice to find some kind people in the human kingdom. "Why does he hate my people, the captain? We are peaceful and kind people." She asked, looking up at him before shaking her head, "No you are not babbling, and even if you were, I would not mind, better than being treated like dirt and disliked. Tell me, the king, does he have a wife, or woman whom he has his eye on?" She asked, blushing slightly, not wanting to admit that she would have been slightly angry or jealous if he did and just brought her as his slave to serve him where someone else could not. Following to the stable she chatted with him for a little while longer, enjoying the company of a kind individual. "Are the people in the human kingdom as kind as you are?" She asked, knowing the answer may have been no, but it was something she wanted to know. Her servants were running around, some looking to her, already hearing the news and whispering prays of safe return, hoping she would be alright and hoped to see her again, but they would not try anything against the king so long as the princess was being held by the human king. "Well..." The young knight started to say, moving to balance the bags the princess had to prevent them from falling. "The captain has always disliked other races; even those that are friendly and trade with us. But he hates elves because of the war. During the campaigns, his home village was attacked and burnt to the ground by even mages. Only a few people made it out, and none of them where his family. Both his wife and twin girls died, and so his heart died with them." He finished saying as they reached the stables. Quickly, the young knight strapped her bags to one of the other horses. At her question, he blinked but then remembered that she could not see his face so wouldn't see the surprised look on it. "Am I kind? I just thought to follow what my heart tells me is right. I joined the army to protect my kingdom and my family, but I've seen that it wasn't all it's said to be. The illusion has been destroyed. But that doesn't answer your question. In truth, I can't say that everyone is kind like me. Humans are individuals, and thus can't be put into nice neat groups. As for your earlier question: he hasn't had the time to look over any suitors, and he didn't marry before the war started. The King has taken women into his bed, but none of them were meant as a future bride. Now that the war has ended, many will want to see him marry and have an heir. Of course, since he's decided to take you into the household, anyone that wishes him for a husband will have to accept that you will have an equal amount of his time." Hearing his words she felt the weight of what had happened to the captain on her shoulders, but then again it was not as though he had never taken lives as well, war was a nasty thing and never was kind to anyone. “If you do see him once he is calm please tell him I am deeply sorry for his loss, and wish there was something I could do to help, even if he does not care or even gets angry with me, it will be worth it to know I have at least done the right thing.” She said, wondering if he would, but she did not care. When he spoke she nodded, “Yes you are kind, because you listen to your heart, and that is one of the best things you can do, fighting is painful and pointless most of the time, everyone is hurt by it and hate each other for it, both seeing it as the other persons fault. Not many people follow what their hearts tell them any longer, and let themselves be overcome with anger and loathing turning them into horrible people in the end.” She said before smiling and shaking her head, “I am sorry, I am now the one babbling, please excuse me for that.” Her eyes seemed to focus on his words about his king finding a wife, feeling as though it was so ridiculous, to have her and look for a bride, “Not many women would allow me to be in the way of the king, they would want him to themselves, but that is fine, once his life is up I will be free to come back to my home and my people, to feel their love once again.” She muttered, but clearly she had much on her mind about it more than she was saying. The young knight nodded in response to her words. "Yes, we've all heard that you will only be staying with the King for the length of his life. I think he did so for everyone in the kingdom. Once the common people forget about this war, no one will care about you and you're kind. Of course, that will take several decades, but what's that measured to centuries?" He said, not so much as asking as making a simple statement." You have no need to apologize for the way you speak princess. While you may now be my lords pet, you are still the ruler of your people and as such I will treat you with the respect that comes with that title. I shall do as you ask and tell the captain of your kind words, but shall refrain from relaying any hate filled message back to you. Hearing that venom once is enough for anyone." He added with a light chuckle. Before he could say anything else, the King approached." Your Majestic, the horses are ready." The knight said before handing the king the reins to a magnificent white stallion. The king nodded and gave the knight a hand gesture to leave. He said nothing at first, taking the time to mount up and get in the saddle. "Time for us to leave. There will be men waiting for us once we reach the edge of the city." He said as his hand reached down to help her up onto the horse with him. She shrugged from his words, knowing the king saying one thing and future events may come into play as for her stay in the human kingdom, and if anyone was foolish enough to go against her words she might very well be stuck in the humans home for the rest of her life as the royal family’s pet instead of being allowed to go home. But she tried not to think about it once the King approached and the knight left, she gave him a soft thank you, and for so many things as well. Looking to the king she took a hold of HIA hand and got onto the horse with him, carefully holding onto the man, despite her desire not to, and waited for them to leave not saying so much as a word to him. She wondered to herself what he would have her do in the carriage for him, finding herself nervous about anything he would want her to do since she was inexperienced and a virgin. Her mind filled with so many possibilities that it was pointless to think of positive things about it, knowing human males were usually much larger than even males, and so she was worried about the size of the man who now had control of her life. She watched everything around her, trying to not think of how home sick she was, and she had not even left her home yet. But she pushed those thoughts aside and forced herself to hold on carefully to the man to brace herself for the ride. Their felt her soft hands and arms wrap around him as she sat behind him. Those arms seemed to cling to him as he pushed the horse to move. Once outside the main entrance, several more men on horse back came and rode alongside the two of them; doubtlessly the Kings' personal guard from the stylish armor they wore and the banners than blew in the afternoon air. The ride would have been a long one, but from the way the horses where moving, it was faster than normal. Magic was at work here, but how was not obvious. The sun was just beginning to set when they reached the awaiting carriage. Dismounting, Their moved to talk to the drivers, giving them instructions to travel all night until they reach a safe haven for the night." It will take about a full day before we reach my castle. You may wish to rest a bit before while we ride to your new home. We can discuss you're new...duties...when you've adjusted a bit more." He said as he held the carriage door open for her. She held on as lightly as she could, but as they moved her grip tightened, not realizing that the horses had magic used on them, so as she held on more tightly she leaned into him to keep on the horse, her head against his back as well as the rest of her body, wondering if he had done that on purpose or not. She held on tightly as everything went rushing past them, seeing his other men around them, she looked away, looking at the ground, her mood ruined by everything that was happening. Once to the carriage she carefully and rather gracefully got off of the horse and followed him to the carriage until he spoke to the driver and she waited. Stepping into the carriage when he opened the door she stepped in she nodded, knowing she was tired and would need rest so moving over to one of the seats she sat close to the window to look out at the land, what was once hers, and now his, her heart feeling as though it was sinking even more deeply.“I would appreciate some sleep, I have gotten little since the beginning of the war and if I am to keep you entertained as you want I will probably need much rest from what your men have told me about you.” She said, but saying nothing of herself, still a virgin since her kind did not believe in sex before marriage and that it was hers to give to her husband, but she knew this would be different, she would have little to no choice in whom she gave it to and knew he could easily take it from her when ever he wished. Leaning against the wall she gazed out the window, her eyes fluttering shut, but each time she would force herself awake, not knowing if she should sleep or wait for his permission.“What is it you will be having me do for you My Lord? Even though I am frightened and don’t want to know, I would rather try to accept my new role as your pet, despite you could have any woman you want, but I do not want to be surprised or startled by the order you would give me to please you.” She said, clearly unhappy about it. Tensing a little she did not know what effect her words would have on him and so spoke up again, looking down at the floor with her head bowed, “I am sorry, I did not mean to speak out like that or harshly to you, but your customs are very different from my own, and it will take much to adjust, and to try to accept, I am just very nervous, and frightened of serving you.” She said, hinting toward what it was that worried her so much. Once Their was settled in, the carriage began to move. As with the horses, magic was at work, making the trip faster than normal but still allowing them to watch the countryside move past them. As she spoke, he was a bit put off by her attitude and remarks until she gave her apology. His face which had a hard look when she first spoke soften when admitted to being nervous. He nodded his head a little, remembering every time his nerves had gotten the better of him." I understand you being tired. This war has worn me out as well. The burden of leadership is hard, even in the best of times. Which is part of the reason I want you as a pet; to help me relieve that stress. I was going to have you start your new duties here in the carriage, but you've requested to wait until we're in the comfort of a room. You can guess that I wish you use you to satisfy my craving for the flesh, but I also plan on using you to show any other suitors what I expect of them. Several princess and queens have voiced their desire to marry me and claim a part of my Kingdom for their own. Most of them are spoiled and don't understand what is expected of them when it comes to serving a man's needs. I plan on teaching you what those are, and then having you tell them what I expect them to do. They'll believe you, because they know a slave wouldn't lie to them. But for now, you may get so rest. It will take a full day before we arrive, so a decent night shall do you good. When you awake, we can start with some of your training." He said as he lay his head against the side of the carriage to get some rest of his own. She avoided eye contact with him, merely shaking her head, “It is not right to use me as an example, it tarnishes my name and me, and I do not like being an example of what you want, I did not agree to that, our agreement was for me to pleasure you, not be an example for your suitors of what you want, besides, a relationship should not just be about how to pleasure you sexually, you should be equals, and care for each other, not like those shallow women who just want your land a wealth, who in the end will carry an heir for you, but you will be alone and empty for it unless you find someone you truly care for.” She said, her voice soft, showing no sign of anger, a little frustration, but she kept her temper and tone in check, merely stating her opinion for him to think about.“If you want them to know what you expect from them then I would prefer you tell them yourself or ask what it is I am ordered to do for you through our agreement, but I will do nothing more than that My Lord.” She added. Her eyes fluttered open and shut a few times before she adjusted herself in her seat, looking up at him as he leaded his head against the wall, realizing he was falling asleep as well told her she should be fine there with him. Leaning her head against the wall of the carriage she sighed, her body seemed tense around him, the word training made her feel even more like a slave, not wanting to be trained, she would have preferred to learn a different way, but she convinced herself just to swallow her pride and bare this for now until she would be free to leave. Finally, she managed to fall asleep, but only nightmares filled her mind for the entire night. Hours had passed as they slept, and she was a little reluctant to wake, knowing what would be awaiting her as she did. Slowly she opened her eyes and stretched a little, looking at him, then to the floor waiting for him to wake and tell her what she was supposed to do, just wanting it done and over with as soon as possible. Their said nothing in response to her words, partially because he was falling asleep and partially because he knew she had some valid points. Still, his mind and heart had to fight against his desire and his lust; and right now his lust was winning out. Unlike her, his dreams were pleasant, but unremarkable and forgotten once he finally stirred from his rest. As he awoke, he noticed that Daniel was already awake but rather than looking out the window her gaze was cast to the floor. Rolling his shoulders a little, he took the time to watch the county side, the hills and grass pass by rapidly as the carriage moved on. Letting out a deep yawn, he turned his attention towards her." We'll start you're training in what I desire slowly. The first thing I want is to see what you're body looks like without those clothes. I know that you've never been with a man before, you all but told me back in your palace. Fear not, I said that I wouldn't have your first time be in this carriage and I keep my word. But I do want to see you naked before my eyes. I wish to drink in your beauty, and for that, you need to strip off your clothing." Hearing him stir she looked up for a moment then back to what she was doing. Smiling she realized his order to her was rather simple, and she knew she could do that, since it was no different from being naked around the servants when they insisted on helping give her a bath. Nodding she slowly stood up and was careful about keeping her balance while the carriage was moving, knowing a single bump in the wrong direction while she was standing would possibly throw her off balance and possibly into him. Little by little she removed her clothing, first the corset over the dress she had to unlace from the back and let it fall to the floor, next she untied the ribbon in the back of the dress and that too fell from her body and to the floor, all of her clothing seeming very simple. Lastly were her undergarments which she slightly hesitated at, but in the end removed piece by piece. Now standing in front of him she looked away and out the window, trying to keep her hands at her side instead of covering herself like she wanted to, but she did not want him angry with her or to harm her for doing so. Keeping her gaze from him, she looked nervous, so much she wanted to cower in a corner and hide, but she remained still and waited for him to take a look as long as he wanted." So... Is my body to your liking my Lord?" She asked softly, unease about what he would think of her body displayed for him, trembling slightly as she stood there, uncertain of herself. She had never had to display herself like this in front of a male before so it was new to her, and she had many mixed feelings about it. Their watched as every piece of her clothing dropped away from her body, his eyes following them to the floor before looking back up at the newly exposed skin. He had to adjust himself as the last articles of cloth slid away and joined their bothers on the ground. His lips held a soft gentle smile at seeing her lovely body, and the emerging bulge in his pants told that he was quiet pleased with her." You are indeed beautiful." He said simply, nodding his head as he stared at her for a long time. Finally, he spoke up again. "I had thought about getting you to either pleasure yourself in front of me or have you use those lips of yours on something of mine," he said before looking out the widow as well, "but instead I think I'll just wait until we reach home. You may get dressed again." He paused for a moment before turning his head back towards her." Tell me something: against your people, we've noticed that your men never had any beards and kept their hair shorter and stylized differently then us humans. Is it a cultural thing or is your species unable to grow large amount of hair at all?" She could all to well see the bulge in his pants, blushing a little more, averting her gaze from it until he took in as much of her body as he pleased. Hearing him she managed to speak a little, “Thank you My Lord, I know my kind are naturally fit, but I do look after myself as well.” She replied shortly before tensing at what he was going to have her do at first, but seeing him changed his mind was a pleasant surprised that she did not question and began getting dressed as quickly as she could. Sitting down, now dressed again she could not help but giggle at his question shaking her head, “No we grow hair normally, just not in areas you do grow hair, such as beards, leg hair, arm hair, and pubic hair. Hour hair grows the same as yours, but men prefer to keep hair short, and women tend to keep it long. That is all, it is just the way we are.” She explained as she looked up at him, “So why is it your women wear such heavy and complicated outfits, covering everything? My kind prefer that the clothing be form fitting to attract a suitor, but yours hide everything, but even then people in your culture do not seem to wed out of love as much as for pointless possessions or power, understandable, but why spend the rest of your life with someone you hate, and do not love? I have heard of men and women cheating on each other with servants and slaves to be happy, but why not just be with who makes you happy instead of some woman you despise?” She asked, clearly they had differences in each other’s eyes. She looked out the window at everything, seeing the land around them and wondering how much longer it would be before they could get out of the carriage, already wanting to stretch her legs and take a moment to relax. "Hm. Those are interesting questions, and one's I don't think I can truly answer, seeing as I'm a man and not a woman." He replied with a small chuckle. "Why do the women of my species wear the clothing that they do? Most likely because it's the latest fashion, and they want to be seen as in step with current trends. Not all wear such clothing; about a fourth of my army is composed of women in combat roles. As for the sexual issues, a lot of those marriages are a result of fathers seeking to increase their holdings through their daughters. The cheating is a result of those women wanting more intimacy but are unable to get it from the men their with. Which was part of the reason I want you to talk with the suitors that plan on visiting me. I not only want you to talk with them about my intimate nature, but to also do a little spying for me. Women are more likely to be talkative about their personal lives with another woman; and I have the feeling that you can find out what they're actually like without drawing attention to yourself." She figured he would not be able to answer her questions, but she seemed a little thrown off by his answer. "But it is not only women who cheat, men do as well, and I don't think I should be the one speaking to your suitors about you or what they do, it is also possible they are all shallow and do not actually want to get to know you or be intimate at all other than getting a shot at being queen and possibly ruler of your lands, or even to have her family take over once you are gone." She shrugged it off though and looked out the window. "Fine I will speak to them about it if they ask, but I still don't like being used like that for such a purpose, but I do not want any of your suitors being disrespectful for something I have little control over." She said, referring to her being forced to serve him. Sighing she lowered her head a little, "I am sorry, I did not mean for it to come out that way, I just do not want some hateful woman wanting to harm me, or get me out of her way, or asking you to do something about me... Despite I am your prisoner until you die... but I do want to return to my home and do not want some woman trying to kill me or try to interfere with our agreement." She explained, knowing she had good reason to worry since human women seemed to be rather vicious about men with power and wanting it for themselves, going so far as to trying to get the other woman out of the way, even pay for a kidnapping of the other. One of the things she would tell any potential suitor would be that she was not going to interfere with his kingdom, since it was not her own and she would want to go home. "You make valid points." Their replied as his gaze left the window and turned back to her. "Which is all the more reason I want you to do this. You are going to be a spy for me, in addition to... servicing... my needs. The suitors that shall be coming wouldn't think about a prisoneractuallyhelping her captor. If all the women looking to be my queen are as you say, then I want to know about it before we get married. By having you talk with them about your time with me, you can get them to open up about themselves." He said as the carriage gave a slight bump from the road." Ah. I'd know that hole even if I lost my sight. It will be about another hour before we reach the castle, considering the speed at which we're traveling. When we arrive, I think I'd like to have a nice hot bath and something to eat. I expect you to be at my side unless I give you leave. Once we're both cleaned up and fed, we can start you on your new duties. Seeing as you've never been with a man before, I shall endeavor to make your first time as painless as I can and as enjoyable as I know how." Their stated as the carriage began to show signs of slowing down. Hearing him she could not hold her tongue much longer what he kept saying certain words to avoid saying what it was she would be doing, but she managed this time for now, "You know I have other skills and talents as well, and I could serve you in more ways than just the one you keep thinking and talking about, but if those do not interest you then I will practice on my own time to keep from getting rusty." She said, sounding a little emotional about what she had said, clearly very proud of her other talents and finding them much more interesting and entertaining than servicing him sexually and finding him a wife. Looking out the window she quickly calmed herself to remain as relaxed as possible, but she could not help that the entire way to his home he talked little of anything else and was often bringing it up, and she did not see why, he had already made it clear what he wanted her for, and she had come to terms with it, the problem was she had to think of others in her kingdom she might be able to we'd once free, and someone that might not mind that she be already broken in from this experience, she knew that would be difficult to do, but she had plenty of time to think about it and she knew just about everyone in her kingdom. As he spoke of making her first time as painless as possible it could be seen in her eyes that it frightened her and the talk of it alone worried her, but she took a deep breath to steady her emotions before speaking, "Thank you, I would appreciate that greatly." She muttered loud enough to hear, but her mood had changed a little as they grew closer to his home and further away from hers. She wrapped her arms around herself, not cold, but protectively, knowing it would not help, but it made her feel better. Their blinked when she spoke up and mentioned being able to service him in more than his carnal desires. His gaze fixed tightly on her now, but held a look that said he was actually really seeing her for the first time. See her as a person, and not as something nice to have around, or as the leader of his enemy. Just her." What other skills do you possess? Music? Art? Going on hunts or practicing fencing? Many of the suitors that shall be seeking my hand, and thus my throne, have minor skills to showcase. Have you anything different or exotic that I have never seen before?" He asked, the tone in his voice stating his curiosity about what she could show and not realizing that his words could be taken in the wrong manner." After we get settled back in, I want to go horse back riding. I haven't been able to do so since this senseless war started, and I wish to visit the old trails once more." He added as his eyes looked back out the window and away from her. Seeing his curiosity she was a little startled, but glad he was not keeping his interest in her to just sexual, that he could see her as a living being instead of some trophy to him. “I can dance, sing, play a few different instruments, I can dance with ribbons, and I can dance in a couples dance, as well as a few eastern dances from gypsies that visited me for a few years, they taught me their dancing. And I also often brought children to my home to tell stories of mystical creatures, such as unicorns, nymphs, fairies and many other stories as well, but every woman in my home were taught to tell stories and sing, it often comforts children after nightmares, I have watched over others children before and find that they enjoy the singing.” She said. Noticing him looking away she shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t really see the reason for fighting over a mate, honestly I would prefer to meet them and see which one I connect with and which one makes my heart skip a beat when just talking with him, there is a feeling you get when you have a crush, but then there is a different feeling when you are in love, I have never felt anything but a crush on a male, so I would not know what the other feels like, but I am sure once I get to know him.” She said, blushing slightly as she spoke, “I am sorry I am probably boring you with my talk of such things.” She said, trying to forget what she had said, by looking at the floor of the carriage as well as at her shoes, trying to avoid looking at him.“I know how to ride horses, if it would please you, I could accompany you?” She offered kindly, keeping her eyes and head down, not wanting to be cramped into a castle for the years she would be forced to stay, she would most likely spend her time in a garden if they had one, or outside and away from her new home, her new prison as she thought about it, that was if he would allow her to walk around and not just keep her locked away in his room. "Yes, it would please me to have you by my side on horse back." Their replied as his gaze stayed fixed on the countryside. "And you're not boring me with your thoughts. I find them quiet refreshing, actually. Most people are afraid to speak their minds to me, fearful of any repercussions that might arise. I'll allow you to speak up this way when we're alone. When we're among others, you will have to hold your tongue; images must be maintained, and if people see a slave talking back and the master doing nothing about it, open rebellion could arise. And before you think that such an act would be to your advantage, remember that others will not be as nice as I am. Some have lost much in this war, and the thought of taking out their frustrations on one they see as responsible for their losses would be at the forefront of their thoughts. Not all are as kind as I can be." He stopped talking when the carriage began to slow down." Looks like we've reached home." He said as the carriage came to a full stop at a large wooden gate. "It should only take a few more moments before we reach the castle. We can take a tour to get your familiar with the area and stretch our legs a bit."

Ruined Empires (For Demorica and Friend)|rating:3.0

Exotic abuse in Dubai (Denivar & shanthipriya)

David Harrington had to admit he was impressed by the building he was entering. He had been expecting something old and squalid, but this was a modern steel-and-glass skyscraper that towered into the sky. He tipped his driver with a quick nod and entered the building. The elevator trip to the fifty-fourth floor went impressively quickly, as fast as any elevator back in Seattle. A steel-embossed sign bearing the company's logo marked the reception area. He entered to find a young Indian woman at the reception desk." Hello, I'm...."" Mr Harrington, of course, we've been expecting you" the young woman said in an accent that perhaps betrayed some time having been spent in the UK. She stood up, revealing a white blouse and tan skirt. Short black hair, soft brown skin. David took a moment to look her up and down as she led him back into the offices. David was led past the cubicles full of hard-working coders, testers, and IT staff, and into the corner office at the back. Nobody in the cubicles daredsayanything, of course, but everyone knew who had come. Talk of Arc hon Enterprises VP of Engineering visiting from the head office in the US had been going around for weeks. Some said it was foreboding upcoming layoffs. Others claimed it signalled an expansion. Yet others said it was merely a routine visit. In any case, the office workers who dared look saw the man in a smart black suit. Brown hair, blue eyes, and pleasantly tanned skin. Within the offices, David sat comfortably, looking out the window over the skyline of Hyderabad. The city seemed like such an anachronism to him, with its mix of modern plush skyscrapers and run-down slums in the distance. He paused a moment to drink it in before turning his deep blue eyes on Raj Andy, Senior Director of Arc hon's Indian operations." Would you like coffee, perhaps?" Raj asked him." Just because I'm an American you think I drink coffee?" David asked, with the smallest smirk creeping across his lips. "I'll have mint tea" he said, looking up at the receptionist who had been standing awkwardly wondering what to do next. She nodded and left the two men alone while she went to get tea. David produced his tablet. "I think we can get right down to reviewing things here" he suggested, opening a spreadsheet that had been prepared of the projects that were underway. Archon was a leading pioneer of virtual reality devices, and had opened this office in Hyderabad to work on much of the embedded software needed for their devices. David went down the list, the two of them discussing the budget, man-hours, output of various projects. Some David was reasonably impressed by, others less so. "You've had seventeen developers working on a fucking audio chip? And they still aren't done? How hard could it be?" He demanded at one juncture. Raj put his hands up defensively, "you have to understand, it's not that simple, they have to decode much of the DSP..." David furrowed his brow. "How much longer do they need? I mean, there are seventeen of them. Select the two or three lowest performers and fire them" he said." Yes sir, of course" Raj said, obsequiously." Today." David said." Yes of course sir" Raj said, making a note of it, feeling sweat forming on his forehead. David moved down to the next line on the spreadsheet." Now what is this project?" He asked. "Just one engineer working on it, but whatsit?" He demanded." Well, it's from one of our newer engineers, sir, but she's very bright, she had an idea..."" An idea? We don't pay you to have ideas, just to implement things according to specification."" Yes, of course sir, but I think once you see what she's done you will..."" Once I see what she's done?" David asked, almost rolling his eyes." Yes, it is very helpful sir, she noticed an inadequacy and is doing a very good job on it, well worth one engineer's time, she's not even expensive. Her salary is only four lakhs per year."" Very well then, I want to see it" David said. He narrowed his eyes. "Now."" Now?" Raj asked, his eyes widening." Yes, where is she? The engineer working on this? Call her in" he demanded, "and she can demonstrate what she's working on." Raj was a little taken aback by this demanding, domineering American, but he nodded, "of course sir" he said, "just one moment." He rose, walking past the receptionist who was returning with the tea, going over to the employees desk and telling her to get ready to demonstrate her project to the visiting Mr Harrington. The clock just ticked 7 AM and the beeping sound was heard from the corner of the office, indicating that someone just entered and used their ID card. It was Shanghai, walking in first to office. She was frustrated lately attending meetings right after the other. Being a fresher, her focus was more on getting things done rather than getting recognized for her efforts by boasting about it. She had been waiting for the opportunity, like a hungry tigress, waiting for the opportunity to hunt the prey. Being at the college for so long and learning things that were literally impractical from real life had made her so hungry to actually work on something. Her manager made good use of it, and he tried to automate many of the manual tasks that were being performed, there by reducing the dependency on many people. It was a win-win situation for both of them. For her, she was glad that she was putting efforts on something that would have a positive impact on the project and for him, he can use her efforts to save some budget if things boiled down to letting go off people. For a girl of 21 years old, she was quite enthusiastic about work, unlike others who liked to get a feeling of life. She came in early today, as they got a mail about their VP visiting the office. She knew that her time would be wasted again in those meaningless meetings on the name of town halls and road ahead plans. Maybe, it would have made some sense to seniors who were watching things on their toes if their position in the company was safe or not. Her manager tried to tell her many at times to try to walk and think about the long career in front of her rather than sprinting and getting tired. She had her own reasons behind working so hard. Belonging to an orthodox conservative family, she actually felt lucky that she got a chance to work. Her parents were forcing her to get married, and it was quite obvious that the guys in their community typically don't like women to work, for them, they see that as an ego factor. People work for money, people work for passion. It was her passion and she wanted to use the light while the wax could still keep the thread intact. A couple of hours passed by as she saw people coming in one after the other. She was dressed (conservatively as she generally does, wearing her glasses that she uses in front of the computer. She giggled to herself seeing everyone rushing to office early. They have got strict warning in mails to come in early so that they could be introduced to the VP. As the time went on, they finished their daily stand-up meetings and other stuff, as everyone started whispering about the white man's presence in office. There were already rumors about budget plannings, which always meant a hanging knife for all the employees. She watched him too, making some jokes with her manager from the glass room doors while she was in her stand-up meeting. Eventually, she saw her manager and their VP getting into the room. While everyone was trying to predict the outcome of the meetings, she was relaxed and was getting on to her tasks. She had nothing to lose. If one way or the other, she had to leave the job eventually. She was pretty much frustrated about how the life of a girl can be so helpless at times. The chitchats among her colleagues discussing how the situation was turning out to be made her think how she would have to convince her parents if she was in the firing list. At the very moment, she was interrupted by her manager calling her name and asking her to quickly show the presentation of what she was working about. She was surprised and confused. Of all the projects everyone was hardly working on and sweating out to get things done, the VP wanted to know about her tiny project, her own idea to improvise things? She gulped as she wondered if she was the first one to leave the company. She quickly grabbed her laptop and followed her manager inside the room. As they almost were at the entrance, Raj asked her to be calm and do well. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. As soon as she entered the room, she smiled widely and introduced herself to the white man, by offering her hand for a shake. She took a seat in front of him and quickly opening the presentation, she said, "Good morning Mr. Harrington, I hope you are having a good stay here. Now, without wasting much for your time, let me explain to you the project I am working on," she said opening her presentation and using various pictorial representations and graphs to explain what she was working on and even showed a small prototype on how it was going to make a change. All the while she talked, she had been pretty expressive, waving her hands, widening and shortening her eyes as she spoke and adding few smiles here and there to make him feel interested in what she was sharing with him. David had to admit, at least to himself if not aloud, that he was impressed by the young woman. In his experience, Indian employees were extremely deferential to their superiors, and that went doubly so for female employees. He had expected her to be stammering painfully, and yet here she was, presenting herself calmly and confidently, despite her petite size. The woman had a studious enough look to her, but was also nice and comely, an attractive young Indian woman. He looked her up and down, noting her traditional garb, and listened to her presentation. When she turned her back for a moment to set up the presentation he couldn't help but notice her ample rear end. David asked several questions about her project, the details of the automation system and how it worked. He seemed rather hands-on for a manager, asking her details such as which languages and technologies she was using, and nodded his head in what might be seen as some kind of approval. His deep blue eyes studying her, looking her over. Finally, though, David seemed to lose interest in her presentation. "That is all, you may go now" he said at last, dismissing her as suddenly as she had been summoned here. He finished off his tea, and took a look at her." Actually you can make me another cup of tea" he said, offering her the cup. Then he turned to Raj, talking as if Shanghai was no longer even in the room." I would very much like to review this project next" he said, gesturing down a line, "yes, why do we need six engineers for six months to program a visor controller?" As Shanghai left the room, eyes were on her curiously, yet of course she had to get tea for David, and by the time she would return one of her co-workers was now in the office being grilled by the enigmatic Mr Harrison. Shanghai had heard many of her colleagues talking about the VP as if he was a demon and likes to mock at people and was difficult to deal with. But she found no such signs. In fact, she very much liked the way the discussion was happening between them. She did notice once in a while her manager watching their conversation with his mouth open. She couldn't stop giggling to herself seeing his expressions. Furthermore, she knew it was wrong to laugh at her superiors, so she tried her best to ignore him and continue with the presentation. She observed him that he was mostly focussed at her, and she was really glad to keep him busy. At times, she did feel little uncomfortable as she noticed his eyes wandering on her body, but that was something to show that he was just another man like everyone. She was used to it and like always, she tried to ignore it. Apart from those few stares, things went pretty interesting, and she tried to detail out every question he was shooting her with. He was totally different from her manager. Raj was mostly a resource managing person, and he was good at his job. She enjoyed working for him as he gave her enough freedom to try out many things. But David seemed even more interesting choice to work with, with the way he was discussing things and even suggesting a few things to improve the quality of the project. After almost an exhaustive hour of discussion, she started to feel little tired after doing most of the talking. She could figure out that he was slowly losing the interest too, and she was glad that he stopped the discussion finally. The way he reacted and nodded gave her enough confidence that he was satisfied, if not impressed by her presentation. She noticed those eyes staring at her again and she adjusted the scarf of her dress to ensure that her cleavage was properly covered. She carefully leaned forward without showing any skin to him to take her laptop and said, "thanks for the wonderful discussion. I thoroughly enjoyed it", she was just about to leave the room as he asked her to leave. After all, he was her boss and could do anything he wanted. She suddenly heard him calling her again to prepare some tea. She nodded with a smile. Furthermore, she grabbed the cup from him by keeping the laptop safely on the table. She then started to prepare tea for him, looking at Raj little uncomfortably as the VP started to talk about the next project. There are many a thing that bosses generally discussed away from the employees. She ensured that she was not part of the conversation for too long. She had to keep whatever she heard confidential as well. Mixing the tea with sugar, she handed over the cup to him and quickly grabbing her laptop, she tried to make her way back to her cubicle. As she left the room, looking at one of her colleagues in Visor controller team, she hinted her with a signal that it was their turn next and suggested being prepared for it. She then walked to her cubicle and grabbing the bottle of water at her desk, she gulped some water. Her throat was feeling so dry after talking so much. Few of her colleagues approached her and asked about the position inside, and she tried her best to diplomatically avoid and told them that it was just a presentation, and she had no idea about what things were going on inside. She then slowly adjusted her chair and unlocking her computer, she started to work on her project. "Thank you dear, but I'm sure I can find my husband just for myself" Victoria Harrington said to the receptionist who hesitated, apparently a little unsure whether to protest this elegantly dressed white brunette woman simply walking through the office as she pleased. She decided that job security was better served by not arguing -- the woman did look like she was probably rather well-connected -- and nodded, "of course...miss" she said, sitting back down. Victoria was quite glad for it. After spending two days almost attached to the toilet in the hotel room -- turned out food on the subcontinent could be quite disagreeable to the unaccustomed stomach -- and spending all day today on a rather boring tour, Victoria was ready to be making her own decisions for a while. And so into the office she strode, turning her nose up just a little at those cubicle workers who looked up curiously at her. She spotted what must be the corner office where David would be, and strode toward it, but then something between her and there caught her attention. The woman was young, nice and attractive. She was -- yes, she was writing code, wasn't she? Obviously an intelligent woman, with the cute glasses, and yet such quaint traditional clothing. Victoria walked over and paused by her desk. "Gosh, I just love your dress" she said to Shanghai, "where do you buy clothes like that? I was in a mall all day today and everything was so expensive and yet not half as nice as what you're wearing." A few curious heads turned. This woman, she must be the wife of the VP? And she was apparently rather nice, and friendly. It was late in the day now, and the office would have probably been mostly empty by now, except people were reluctant to leave too early when someone so important was visiting. She looked Shanghai over, giving her a polite smile. "Anyhow, I don't mean to distract you from your work" she said, "though it is late. I hope you will get to go home soon?" The rest of the day went pretty intense. There had been continuous meetings one after the other with the VP, with each project asked to show a demo of their project. There have been situations when many people came from the room with a disappointed look in their face. Shanghai had a slight idea in her mind about what would have happened in the room. After all, she heard her super boss talking to her manager about how he was going to deal with things. She acted normally as if she was unaware of anything that was happening around. The lunch has been ordered for everyone. Those little incentives that were given in the form of free pizzas to satisfy the employees as if they were receiving a bonus. She often laughed at the way few of her colleagues celebrated the free pizzas and lined up more than once to get their free food. She often wondered if these were the same people who would wear branded clothes, use costly cars, but when given with free food, rush towards it as if they have never eaten food for the past few days. Furthermore, she stood in line behind her colleagues. Furthermore, she would have not wanted to get anything, after knowing how much budget emphasis was going on in the visitor's room. This was just a way of showing off as if the company cared about the employees. It was not a mistake of just this company. The corporate world itself has become a way of milking people by complaining that the skill set was not matching the required level of proficiency. She heard her colleagues spreading rumors about what the possible outcomes of the meetings that were scheduled late in the day. She wondered what someone would get by spreading those false rumors by killing the peace of mind in others. Furthermore, she could clearly see many of her colleagues getting worried about their position. Furthermore, she tried her best to ignore them. It was this feeling that made this simple shy girl often misunderstood as if she was having so much of attitude and pride. As always, these little talks couldn't pull her down. After few hours, the news came out that three to four employees have been given pink slips. The news was quite disturbing for everyone. After all, it's human nature to bond with people we spend more time than we spend time at home awake. In one way or other, they were all part of the family. Shanghai was upset too. But she rather tried to show that anger in her work. As she was working in her system, she heard a new voice, with a clearly distant accent talking to her. Shanghai could quickly connect to who she was talking to. It was the lady, who was well known in the company. She immediately stood up from her chair and smiling widely, she replied, "Thanks for the kind words. I generally prefer to buy clothes in my hometown. No big malls as such, just a small shop where they directly get from the hand loom workers and design imprinting shops", she tried to explain briefly. She looked around as she saw many of her colleagues looking towards them. She knew she was in trouble. After all, it's not common to be praised by both the VP and his wife on the same day. She was sure stories will be cooked up about all these things, and she laughed in her mind as she had more things to ignore sooner." No, you weren't distracting. I was about to take a coffee break anyway. I will be around for another hour or so at least. By the way, I hope you are liking the time you are spending in our country". Victoria (brushed her brown hair back, her long eyelashes fluttering as she continued to look Shanghai up and down." I really do love it" she said, complimenting the woman again, "yes, everything in this mall was far too gaudy. Perhaps I shall have to see if I have time, and perhaps you could show me where you bought it sometime." She bit her luscious red lips, as she looked about the office. She wore a black blouse herself, with a busy form and a long skirt to match. Modern, western-style clothing in contrast to what Shanghai wore." Gosh, you havecoffeehere?" Victoria asked, "since I've arrived it seems that most places just have tea, tea everywhere. It makes my husband happy, but not me." Victoria looked over at where her husband was, "he looks busy for now anyhow, so I'm sure you can help me get some coffee" she said hopefully, as they walked toward the break room, all eyes on them now, though Victoria seemed quite oblivious. She had an ample rear end that was quite visible beneath her tight-fitting clothes." Do you haverealcoffee?" Victoria asked, "I mean, like, a latte?" She looked around at the break room her nose scrunching up slightly in disdain, as if it was beneath her. "You wouldn't mind making me some coffee, would you dear?" She asked, looking at Shanghai. Victoria certainly wasn't going to be making herself coffee. She could relate the way she was being looked at by Victoria. It was quite the similar looks Shanghai has observed David staring at her. She could understand a man scanning her body, but a woman doing that was something she couldn't understand. Shanthi smiled blushing a little bit. "I would be more than happy to guide you to one of the good shops I generally go around. But let me tell you, if you are looking to just spend away your dollars, that's definitely not the place you are looking for. I prefer to spend money economically and there are some unquestionably good quality stuff that eye made locally. I can definitely take you there if you are interested," she replied in an assuring tone. Although it was one of the most common exchange of words between to ladies, she was feeling little uncomfortable with the stares they were getting from her colleagues. Women, particularly wearing western clothes were often looked up by her male colleagues. With Victoria being undeniably gorgeous, she could see few of the men just walking across checking them out. She was glad that she proposed the idea for the coffee break. Hearing the question from Victoria, she was little surprised, as it had just been hours when David emphasized on his tea. As Victoria added more details on the contrast between her husband's choice to hers, she could relate the things much better." We do have a good coffee here," she said as she walked Victoria out of her cubicle. She did notice the white woman looking for her husband and she replied, "he surely has a lot of patience. He has been going through all the projects and asking questions to people since morning. I can't stop wondering how he can keep himself so motivated," she shares her feelings to the wife about her husband. "This way please", she leaded Victoria towards the pantry room." I think we do have something," she said grabbing a cup for herself. As in the meanwhile she was even asked about making a coffee for her, she gladly smiled and replied, "of course, no problem at all", she grabbed another cup and started making coffee for the white woman first. "This might sound strange, but this is the second time I am preparing something for others. Tea for your husband in the morning and the Latte for you now," she said mixing the contents in the cup proportionately and handing it over to the woman. "Not that I complain at all though, just sharing the coincidence," she said with a sheepish smile by shrugging her shoulders. "My husband does work hard, though I always told him he should have stuck with coding" Victoria said. "He was happier back then. Being a manager, it has its stresses, I'm sure you know that." She followed the young woman into the kitchen."Oh, he had you make him tea did he?" Victoria asked with a bemused smile. "Why of course he did." She sipped the coffee, making a little face. "I can't say it's quite as good as what I might get back in the States, but I suppose it will do" she declared, twitching her nose a little. She watched as Shanghai made herself some coffee, moving a step closer. "Tell me something" she said, conspiratorially, "I have heard of the way that women are treated in India in the workplace, are you treated....well...here?" She looked around, over at the rows of cubicles." Do the men here treat you well?" She asked. "Respect you? You can tell me, it's important to me that women are treated well in the workplace, so I want to know if you are treated with an appropriate amount of respect." She looked to the young Indian woman for a reply. Shanghai was totally amused and could totally connect to the discussion she had with David a while ago. It made total sense now about why it turned so bidirectional and also a very interesting one. She nodded at Victoria and replied, "I am sure he must have been a great developer. I can feel that he still has an itch to do things by himself", she chuckled a bit." Well, that was something totally unexpected. Maybe he was too tired, and I happened to be there. I don't think there was any other reason behind that though", she tried her best to answer it as honest from her perspective as she could. She was glad the coffee she prepared wasn't that bad. She didn't even get a chance to ask Victoria's preference as they were having a conversation. Furthermore, she just mixed it as per her own preferences and hearing the words, she smiled a little and said, "I hope I will make much better coffee for you next time. I forgot to even ask how much sugar you are okay with. But I believe I can get some better coffee if you get a chance to come to my home after we do that shopping"She watched Victoria walking closer to her and as she heard the question, she smiled sheepishly. She was unsure about why the question suddenly came out that too pointed at her. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I guess, I am treated quite well here", a brief pause as she was still thinking the reason behind the question. Furthermore, she was meeting this woman for the first time in her life and even though she looked quite open and friendly, she couldn't take the risk of being the reason for more people losing their jobs, how many ever perverts they were. Furthermore, she often played a deaf ear to them or their comments anyway. "You guess you are treated quite well here? Now my dear, that isn't exactly a ringing endorsement" Victoria said with a little smile. "But I suppose it will have to do for now. Now look my dear, I am going to give you my personal email address. If you have any trouble at all I want you to write to me. Promise you will do that, alright?" She asked, taking out a little card with her details in beautifully written cursive and handing it to Shanghai." Now, dear, I shouldn't keep you any longer, should I?" She asked, walking Shanghai back to her desk. She did finally leave the young Indian woman alone, yet there were many stares at Shanghai as Victoria departed to go and greet her husband at last." I mean, I'm feeling a little better" Victoria said, when David asked how she was doing. "Managed to go out today. Though this city, it's pretty horrible you know. And everything smells like shit here. Pleasetell me Dubai is going to be better." David laughed. "Don't worry sweetie, Dubai is much more modern feeling than this. And we'll have a nice big apartment that the company is paying for." He smiled at his wife. "And I'll tell you what, we'll even have a maid." Shanghai walked back to her desk along with Victoria with the card in her hand. She was still confused if this was all a setup or if it was a trap that would mean pink slips for even more of her colleagues. She stood there as Victoria slowly walked into the room and closed the door. Furthermore, she could see the couple talking about something, after all it was just common to see a couple talking lovingly with each other. Shanghai slowly sat in her chair and looked at the card in her hand. She unlocked her system and she realized that she lost the focus and a break might help her. She opened the traffic updates and noticed that there wasn't too much traffic out. It was a good time to go home and relax. She has seen too much already for a single day. She immediately grabbed her bike keys and left the office. Furthermore, she would still be the only person who has spent most hours in office on the day. As she reached home, she spent some time in shower, and spent some time watching TV and dinner preparation along with her mother. After all the routine stuff, as she laid on the bed, she remembered of the card that Victoria has given her. She opened her personal laptop after staring at the card for a while. She had something in mind. Furthermore, she opened her laptop and composed a mail." Hi Victoria, Even though we have spent only few minutes together, I have found you as a rather honest person. When you asked me to share about any of the problems in the work environment, I was not sure what to say. There are actually no major problems that a woman will not face in the world. Those strings from men and comments about the way we dress, is something I believe is common across the world and I believe we can't change the male perspective on it. Apart from it, I had a personal feeling that the company pays a deaf ear when it comes to women in top positions. If there is a change that we can see, it rather should start from the very top level, to inspire young freshers like me to give even more of our best. I hope this is something you can look into. Have a wonderful stay in our country. Thanks, Shanthi Priya" "It's not about the money" David said, "we are not some money-grubbing corporation at Arc hon. It's about having competent people who can deliver results" he insisted. "These people", he gestured to several names on the spreadsheet, "they aren't delivering results. Write out the pink slips. Get rid of them. Hire more competent people in the future." Raj nodded obsequiously. "Of course, sir" he replied. He sighed a long sigh. He would have to fire all these people, and meanwhile, Mr Harrington would be riding into the sunset. Furthermore, he was off to Dubai next, to start a brand-new office there. From what he had heard, the Dubai office would be more lavish than the office in Hyderabad. A place from which Arc hon would try to market its devices all over the Middle East. David looked over the remainders of the spreadsheet. They had pared down the employees nicely. The best and most competent ones were left." Now" David said, "I think that once you've given out the pink slips you should be able to make the remaining employees happier. So I am going to double your morale budget. Also, like I said, it's not about the money. Arc hon is happy to reward competence. So I am going to approve raises of ten percent for each of these employees" he said, taking out a list of eight names. "They all impressed me. And these two, give them twenty percent." He stood up. "I think that will be all he said. Oh, except that girl, the one at the start? What was her name? Shania or something? Yes, yes Shania." Raj licked his lips. Circling back around to Shanghai. He was scared David would order her fired too, since he didn't seem to approve of her project." Give her a raise of thirty percent."---Code: [Select]Hey Shanghai! Great to hear from you. Sorry that we didn't get to have you take me shopping, that would have been so much fun! Turns out I wasn't quite over the stomach bugs that eating Indian food can inflict on a person. Anyway I'm in Dubai now with David, setting up our apartment here. I think David will be back in Hyderabad from time to time, but I probably won't be back there for another year or more. Anyhow, no problem at all. I agree that social changes have to start at the top, don't they? I do hope that you find the senior members of Arc hon treat women with respect. Furthermore, I wouldn't want David working somewhere where things were any different. Again, feel free to reach out to me if there's anything you need. I appreciate your thoughts. Ciao, VickyShe was a cute girl, Victoria mused as she rose." Is there anything more I can be getting for you?" Her maid asked her as Victoria looked over the skyline of Dubai." No it's alright, leave me now" Victoria said, the maid stepping back, withdrawing. It was somewhat boring here, while David was off at work. Victoria had no friends here, and it was such a strange place, a strange culture. She looked idly over at her laptop, just wishing she had something to do. The next day she goes to office little later than usual. It wasn't something intentional, but a chain of events made her take longer to reach office. She kept her manager and others totally informed about it though. But as soon as she reached office, she saw people staring at her. She wondered what was going on. She wondered if there were any new changes in office, perhaps more bad news? She then remembered about the mail she sent to Victoria the previous night. Furthermore, she wondered if it had to do something with that. Furthermore, she silently walked towards her seat and started opening her system. Furthermore, she wanted to check if there was any mail as such about such news. To her surprise, she sees a mail that informs about her revised pay check along with the significant hike. She couldn't believe it herself for a while. She could now understand why people were staring at her, those envious looks. Furthermore, she smiled to herself and as always, brushed away those looks from her colleagues. Furthermore, she thanked to Victoria in her mind for not bringing any more trouble to her. The rest of the day went as usual, with occasional taunts from her colleagues about her increments. She tried at times to remind them that her salary, even with her hike was way below them, but she let it go as she found no reason to argue with them. She wished, only if she could find who leaked the information, to blast the person about keeping things confidential. "It's so boring here" Victoria complained. "I wake up, I go to the gym, I read. What else is there to-do?"" Well, we could find you some friends, some clubs, other Westerners gather in places..." David suggested. Victoria sighed "I suppose. Oh, and the maid, she's so annoying..." Victoria mimicked her, "Please miss, is there anything I can be getting you today?" she said, mocking the poor Indian maid's accent." Well if you don't like the maid, that's fine, we can get another one" David suggested. "Of course we can."" Yes, but to get this maid I had to interview a dozen different women, and they were all so...." Victoria waved her hand "...none of them seemed very good."" I'm sure there are some good maids we can get" David suggested, "we are paying them, well, a lot of money for them." Victoria looked thoughtful. "I know who I want" she said, taking a sip of her coffee. "That woman, in the office in India. Shanghai. I anthers my maid." David raised his eyebrows. "Huh?"" Shanthi" Victoria repeated. "I want her as my maid. We can do that, right?" David looked at her, his deep blue eyes studying her. "She's an engineer though, not a maid..." he started. Victoria smiled and rose. She moved toward him, looking at his face. His neat cropped brown hair. His deep blue eyes. He was so handsome. She kissed his cheek. Stroked his back." You're the senior VP though" she said, "you can do anything. So get her for me as my maid." She kissed his lips. He smiled at her." I'll see what I can do sweetie" he promised.---Raj invited Shanghai into his office. He offered her a seat. Offered her tea if she would like the receptionist to make some." Congratulations" he told her. "Mr Harrington called me this morning to tell me that you are being offered a promotion." He paused, considering her. "There's just one little thing. To get this promotion you need to go and work in the new office, in Dubai. Just for six months. It will come with a substantial raise. Another one on top of the one you already got." He leaned forward. "This is a great opportunity, Shanghai. Working for Mr Harrington. It could lead you places. He must be impressed by you. Again, congratulations." Another day passed by, and the strings were still around. She wondered when people will actually start growing up and behave like adults and stop complaining about other's success. Well, it was not a complete success, but for a fresher like her to get that significant hike was a very big thing. She suddenly noticed a meeting invite from her manager. She was curious as things were going totally unplanned especially since David has visited the office. Furthermore, she walked into the room waiting for her manager wondering what he had in store for her. As soon as she got to know about the promotion, rather than looking happy, she was surprised and upset. A girl like her was meant only to get married, her parents would say, not go out of the country and work else where. She had no idea how she could deal with this situation. The offer was something that she couldn't deny. She thanked Raj for considering her for the position. She then thinks of a small plan, even though she knew that she was lying to her parents, she wanted to tell them that this was just for a couple of weeks. Furthermore, she could then slowly extend it from week to week. Again, no fresher will get an opportunity to visit new country. But, she had more questions to deal with. Apart from her parents' problem, she wasn't sure where she would be staying and how she could afford there. The new culture, new climate, new environment were tempting her to take up the offer. Code: [Select]Shanghai, I understand that my husband sent you an offer for a promotion and the opportunity to come and work in Dubai. I know that as a young woman you probably see this as a huge opportunity but are also cautious about it. Moving many miles away from home to a foreign country is a daunting decision, of course! So I am reaching out to you just to hear if you have any concerns about it. I would be happy to hear any questions you have. I'm sure you're concerned about things like housing once you get here, so I wanted you to know I would be happy to help you get that sorted out. Let me know if you have any other questions.Lt;3VickyVictoria looked at the email for a few moments before hitting the send button. That girl was cute, and she would be fun. Now she had to be made into amid, didn't she? Victoria's little pet project. Victoria stood, looking out over the Dubai skyline. She wasn't sure why she wanted that Indian girl here so badly, but she knew she did. The meeting with Raj had really kept her thinking. This was once in a lifetime opportunity, and she didn't want to miss this chance at all at any cost. This would mean not only independence for her from her conservative family, but also to explore the seamless corporate world. Working in a city like her will only give a platform to peek through the window, but working in Dubai would be actually like living the dream. Amidst of all the confusion, she gets a notification from the HR team that they have sent some documents for her Visa processing to start the paperwork and asked her to check her e-mail. As she finds nothing in her official mail ID, she verifies with them again, and they tell her that the documents have been sent to her personal mail ID. She quickly tries to open the mail in her phone and gets to see that her mail account wasn't synced for the past two days. She notices two unread mails from Victoria. Furthermore, she curses herself for doing such a silly mistake and immediately finishing the paper work, she goes through her phone again to read those mails and composes her reply. QuoteHi Victoria, My extreme apologies for not replying you to your mails. I am so sorry to hear that you had to go through illness because of food. Had I known in earlier, I would have at least prepared some home food for you with the help of my mother. I hope you are feeling well now, particularly when you stopped having the food that made you so upset. I am feeling terrible that we didn't get a chance to meet again. Furthermore, I was really surprised and shocked seeing the offer. Furthermore, I was the least expecting anything of such manner. It takes so much for a fresher like me to go through before they get a chance like this. I guess, he had been really kind to me to give me this offer. Let me tell you I will give my 110% and will try not to let him down. And my sincere thanks for reaching out to help me. As you might have already noticed, I come from a very conservative family and my parents would never approve of me going away from them. I am going to lie to them that this is going to be a short period, but I need some help in figuring out accommodation and stuff under my budget. I don't want to over do it and would like to find a place where I can afford. It would be really helpful if you can help me with that. Also, I had never been outside the country, and I am not really much sure about the culture and stuff there. I am sure you might have gone through similar phases when you moved out of your home country. Please let me know if there are anything that I should be aware of. Last but not the least, do let me know if you want me to get something for you from India. I would be more than happy to get something for you. Apologies again for missing on your earlier e-mail. Thanks and regards, Shanthi Priya. She reads the mail twice as she hits the send button and takes a deep breath and goes back to her final hour work. Victoria had finished another day of lattes, of shopping, of spending some time with two vapid British women she had met, when she arrived home and with the sun setting over Dubai's skyline, she read Shanghai's email. A little smile crept over her face as she read, and she quickly began composing a reply. Code: [Select]Shanghai, There is no need to apologize at all. I understand how things can get when one is busy. In any case, it is excellent to hear from you. I can certainly understand that any parent might be concerned at the prospect of their daughter traveling abroad. But I can assure you -- and them -- that you would be in good hands. David wouldn't offer you such a promotion if he didn't know you were very capable. Regarding finding an apartment, I know it can be a little daunting, but David and I have nice substantial accommodation here. I would suggest that you could stay with us until we find you a place of your own. Don't worry, I know you probably think that is too much, and it would make you uncomfortable, but you can repay us by simply doing some housework and so forth. If you would like I could talk to your parents -- perhaps in a video chat or similar -- to explain to them how well taken care of you would be and what an opportunity this is for you. Hoping to hear back from you soon. VickyVictoria smiled a devious smile as she thought of the young Indian woman. Then she rose, looking over as the maid cautiously entered. Victoria stood, looking at the middle-aged Indian woman, pointing to the kitchen. "Why are there dishes still out, unwashed?" Victoria demanded." I'm sorry miss, I forgot..." the woman started fearfully." You shouldn't have forgotten" Victoria said curtly. "I am going to have to punish you again aren't I?" She asked. The woman looked shocked, Victoria took a step forward. And she imagined it was Shanghai in the poor woman's place. There's always a feeling that keeps running in the mind, particularly when you realize that you have not replied to your boss's mail. Shanghai had a similar feeling that made her totally unrestful. Even though she wanted to leave home soon, she couldn't just start. She was getting impatient as she continued to refresh her mail again and again for every few seconds. Sometimes even people like her loose senses at situations. After spending almost a couple of hours without any reply, she headed home finally and was talking to her parents, trying to convince them about the short stay and stuff. She almost forgot about the mail she had sent to Victoria while she was talking to her parents. After sometime, she walked to her room seeing her phone flashing the light indicating a mail. She immediately rushed to her phone and noticed that it was from Victoria. She took her time and reading the mail, a wide grin appeared on her face. QuoteDear Victoria, Thanks a lot for the kind words. I can't express how thankful I am to you for understanding. As I am reading this mail, I just had a lengthy conversation with my parents hearing about how worried they were. I almost thought that I was just trying to swim through in a sinking ship. Your mail might be pretty much useful to me in convincing them that I will be safe over there. I really don't want to give you any extra trouble. After all, privacy is something that you might need, and you might not be as comfortable as you are in front of a subordinate. If both of you are really sure about the decision to have me at your place, I would be happy to share the chores and pay you back at least something. If you are comfortable in really talking to them, it would be very much helpful to me. Please let me know what time will work for you so that I can get them ready and make them talk to you. Thanks again for everything. With regards, Shanthi Priya She read through the mail a couple of times to ensure she conveyed what she wanted to. She took a deep sigh as she threw her mobile on the bed again, walking towards the kitchen to help her mother in the kitchen chores. Subordinate. Shanghai was calling herself that. It was such a beautiful word and brought a smile to Victoria's face as she read it. It was such a distinctly Indian thing to say. An American might call themselves anemployeeorworkeror whatnot, but would not normally describe themselves as a subordinate. The term epitomized how Indians saw a corporate hierarchy in Victoria's view. A rigid thing, where authority wasn't questioned and a boss's orders to underlings were very serious business. She sipped her latte, crinkling her nose a little as she looked over at the maid. Why could that woman never learn to make her aproperlatte? She reached for her computer, smiling to herself as she began to prepare a reply.---"Mr and Mrs Priya, why of course I understand that sending your daughter to another country, many miles away is a terrifying thing to even contemplate. But I can assure you she will be in excellent hands. I will help find her housing personally, it will be in a secure apartment building, yes, of course" Victoria said on the Skype session with Shanghai's parents. She was wearing a conservative blue dress. Seated in front of a window with the glorious Dubai skyline behind her. "Of course, you can talk to your daughter every day. Youshouldtalk to her every day while she's here. Absolutely. It's important for her to be safe. And happy. You have to understand it will be such an opportunity for her." Victoria was polite and respectful. Put together. Resourceful. She felt ready to answer any questions the Priya's had. Things turned out to be quite fruitful for Shanghai especially after Victoria talked personally with her parents. Shanghai's parents were now convinced that their daughter was so special, and they shouldn't hold her wings to stop her from flying. Her father came to her room and kissing on her forehead, he gave his consent for her to go and pursue her dreams. Shanthi had a good sleep that night. She was dreaming about the life in new country, how she would be meeting new people, learn new things and spending most of her time in office to achieve new dreams. The platform was all set for her. All she had to do was to prove her worth. The next couple of days, she spent most of her time in shopping, taking off from her work, as she wanted to look good in the new country. She was accompanied by her mother throughout. Her mother was still asking her to reconsider her decision as she had a feeling somewhere that this might not be safe for the pampered daughter. But as always, Shanghai paid a deaf ear at her mother and was busy in arranging things for herself. Instead, Shanghai reiterated the words that Victoria used over the phone, promising her mother that she would do her best to be in touch with her almost every day. She could realize that her mother was never going to believe her daughter's safety away from them, but she had to move on. The tickets were booked, and it was the day when she was starting for her adventures. She spent some emotional time with her parents on the way to the airport. She was trying to be in touch with Victoria all the time, texting her with updates almost all the time. Furthermore, she sat in the plane that was about to take her to the new place where she would start a new life. Furthermore, she closes her eyes and took a deep breath. "Dubai, here I come". Victoria had such a charming way of talking with the Priya's. Her immaculate hair and lips and eyes. Her reassuring tone, her conservative appearance and prudent approach. Yes, if Dubai was okay for this well-to-do American woman, surely it was okay for their daughter too?" I think I'm going to fire her tomorrow" Victoria said of the maid." Has she really been that bad?" David asked, turning over in bed, looking at his wife, kissing her cheek." She's just...ugh." She said "She doesn't do anything right and the way she snivels and begs when I punish her. Tomorrow I think I will punish her again and then fire her." David gave her another kiss. "Of course, sweetie" he said. "We can find you a new maid."" We already have I think" Victoria said, her eyes gleaming, looking up at her husband. Then she pushed herself up in bed, got on top of him and the couple made love.---Victoria arrived at Dubai International Airport and scanned the opulent facade. Walking inside, she looked over the displays, an involuntary smile crossing her face as she saw Shanghai's flight number. She brushed her hair back. Her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, she wore pretty diamond earrings, a frilly dark brown blouse and a black skirt, short enough to show off her gorgeous calves. She stood at the gate, waiting. She knew she would see Shanghai again soon. The announcement of their arrival in Dubai in the flight made her heart to start beating faster. This was it. She was about to enter a whole different world to see life from a whole different perspective. As the flight landed, she took her time, letting the other passengers go and grabbed her own baggage with great difficulty, thanks to her petite and short frame. As she walked out with her hand baggage, she walked towards the terminal and immediately rushed towards the restroom. She knew that Victoria was coming to pick her up from the airport, and she wanted to look good and fresh instead of having a tired and deglamorized look on her face. She wasn't sure if David was coming to the airport as well, which might not be the case, as he had more important things to do at the office. Inside the restroom, she applied some lipstick and little makeup until she was satisfied of her look. She then slowly walked out, as if she was not tensed at all and finished the custom formalities and grabbed her luggage. As everything was ready, she looked around for Victoria, who was already waiting for her. Seeing her, Shanghai waved excitingly at her and quickly grabbed her baggage and walked towards Victoria." Hello again, nice to see you. Sorry if I had made you to wait," she said smiling widely at the white woman. Victoria looked Shanghai over, enjoying the sight of her brown skin and black hair. She gave her a nod. "Oh I only just got here, and your flight was right on time dear" she said with a pleasant smile. She didn't offer to help Shanghai with the bags though. "Now, let's get you back to the apartment shall we?" She asked. They walked to a car which picked them up and the driver got out putting the bags in the trunk. Victoria sat in the back seat of the nice luxurious black car, smiling at Shanghai." So you made it here. Did your flight go well dear? Had you flown before or was this your first time?" The car cruised along the streets of Dubai. It looked so different from Hyderabad, so magnificent, the huge buildings, everything so clean. Shanghai smiled sighed in relief knowing that Victoria wasn't waiting for her too long. It would have been too bad if she was making her boss or someone on the lines of those wait for her until she walked out of the terminal leisurely." Thank god. I was just hoping that I won't make you wait so long," she said. "Sure, let's go," she replied as she saw Victoria turning away and leading them to the car. She wasn't expecting help literally from her, but she thought Victoria will at least ask her if she needed help. She waved off the thoughts as she had much bigger things to look forward to and pushed her luggage through the trolley towards the car. It wasn't easy for her petite frame to carry them by herself when Victoria was walking faster. She was glad finally as the driver helped her with the bags to the trunk. Shanghai got inside the car beside Victoria after the luggage was locked. She took a deep sigh and sipped some water from her bottle." Yeah, it was a comfortable flight. I did fly in domestic flights for visiting my friends, but this was my first international flight," she replied as her eyes were wandering outside the window looking at the sky scrappers and the lights they were shining with. "Ahhh of course, your firstinternationalflight," Victoria said in her sophisticated accent. She looked Shanghai over with a polite smile as they sat in the back seat together, and reached out a hand, putting her fingers on Shanghai's dainty hand." It is so nice to have you here, dear" she said. "Now, naturally we have some responsibilities for you, around the house. I talked to David ... well I suppose you should call him Mr Harrington, as a mark of respect, and we have agreed that you can begin by only working twenty hours per week in the office. The rest of the time you can spend helping me around the apartment. We do need some help, and it's been hard to come by here." She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering so elegantly as she gave Shanghai a smile. Then she looked out the windows, the huge opulent buildings of Dubai passing by. The car finally pulled to a stop outside a huge glass-and-steel tower. "This is us, Shanghai, we live here" Victoria said, getting out of the car. Shanghai nodded with a general smile on her lips, as if she has achieved something by taking the first international flight of her life. She looked Victoria's fingers that were reaching on her hand and she could visibly see the color contrast between Victoria's pale fingers and her dusky skin." Only Twenty hours?" she asked clearly expressing her surprise. She was thinking that she would be touching the eighty-hour mark per week easily by getting to work with many more talented peopled. But quickly, she nodded at Victoria with a sheepish smile as she was asked to refer her boss with a new name, "Mr. Harrington...! Sure, I will keep that in mind", she had a question in her mind if she should be referring to Victoria with a new name as well. She chose not to ask it at least for now. "I don't think that would be a problem at all. I can understand it takes a while to settle into a new place. Please let me know how you want me to be of some help"She could see those eyes of Victoria fluttering, and she smiled back as well. As the car slowly reduced its pace near a huge tower, Shanghai got out of the car too as she watched the building and looking at it with a huge surprise with her eyes and mouth wide open. As she heard Victoria speaking with her, she quickly nodded and got behind the car, looking over at the driver if he would be helping her with the luggage. "Yes, dear, twenty hours, but you will spend the rest of the time helping me" Victoria re-iterated. They got out of the car, and the driver got Shanghai's luggage out, but only far enough to deposit it aside her. Victoria strode into the building and expected Shanghai to follow, carrying all her things, of course. The lobby was immaculate, huge, with vaulted ceilings. Victoria walked into an elevator and pressed a code. Soon an elevator arrived, spiriting them up to the forty-eighth floor. The apartment, well, it was glorious. It was far larger than any house Shanghai had ever been in. Beautiful clean furniture, a massive kitchen, and huge windows, with a full view of the Dubai skyline." Now, your room will be through here, Shanghai" Victoria told her. Shanthi's room was very nice itself, much nicer than the room she had in her house in India. "Now, why don't you take a shower and freshen up" Victoria suggested, "then perhaps we can have you do some work." It came more as a reminder. Shanghai couldn't understand why Victoria was particularly stressing on that. She was still trying to do the math in her mind wondering if she would be spending only half days in office every day, or it would be just two and half days in office. It wasn't easy to split up the twenty hours. But she had time to figure out soon. She had other things to worry about for now, her luggage. As the driver helped her with her bags, she slowly dragged them towards the elevator. They were little heavy for her petite frame with the wheels helping her to ease her out with the efforts, but it wasn't totally easy. She somehow quickly pulled all the luggage before the doors closed. She was already loving the new place, tall buildings, spending time to travel in elevator between floors, it was definitely fun. As she was leaded into the apartment, she spent a few moments in admiring the house. It was all well set and there was visibly nothing that could destroy the beauty of the place. Shanghai couldn't understand what else Victoria might need her help in setting them up. It looked pretty much all set. Shanthi then walked inside the room that was dedicated to her, and she couldn't take eyes off it for a while. She nodded at Victoria's suggestion and pulled her bags to get some clothes for her. The first thing she had to do was to ensure all her documents and passport were safely secured. It seemed like Victoria had the same idea as Shanghai. No sooner had Shanghai been left alone than Victoria knocked on her door. She looked the girl over, seeing how her luggage was on her bed, still preparing to be unpacked." Dear" Victoria started, "of course something we must do is ensure your passport is safe. Oh, you have it there? Along with your travel documents? Give it to me dear, so I can put it securely in our safe. That way we can be assured there is no way it will be lost." She looked at Shanghai with concern, giving her a smile. Of course, she had the young Indian woman's best interests at heart and would keep her things secure. Was it a coincidence? Or was she being watched in a Camera hidden somewhere or something? Shanghai was really confused as Victoria brought up the topic of her documents as soon as he just opened it." I am causing enough trouble by living in your house and killing your privacy. Why would you want to take more trouble of taking care of my things too?" She wanted to ask why is it being not so safe in her own room, after all, it was her whole career and life what Victoria was asking to save. She wanted to insist that she could take care of them, with her luggage. Why would a small file be unsafe in such a luxurious and big apartment, and who was going to come into the premises anyway? It would only be rude to cross the lines or question Victoria especially after the couple were willing to do so much for her. Her hands, as unwillingly as it was in heart but acting casually, slowly extended towards Victoria as she slowly handed over her file to the white woman. As the file was given away, she smiled and said, "Victoria.! Thanks for everything.!" She couldn't feel enough thankful for everything that they were doing for her. Victoria gave her a polite smile. "Of course dear, think nothing of it" she said, "I will make sure these are kept very safe. I mean, of course you are an adult woman and I know you could care for them yourself, but I did promise your parents I would take good care of you, and putting these in the safe seems the most sensible thing to do." She gestured to the bathroom, "now why don't you take a shower and get yourself comfortable?" She suggested. She turned again, leaving Shanghai there. Going to her own room, Victoria rifled through the file, looking at the passport and other documents. Perfect. Without these things, Shanghai was anobodyhere. Unable to leave the country. Unable to do anything. She was fully reliant on Victoria and David and their goodwill. Within the bedroom, Shanghai found the bathroom nice and immaculate. Nicer than any bathroom she had been in, with fresh towels laid out, ready for her to take a nice relaxing shower after such a long flight. Shanghai just nodded at Victoria as soon as she heard the words. Victoria seemed right, after all, it was her who made her parents change their decision and promising them to take care of her. Shanghai believed that she had nothing to worry about and everything was safe for her. She nodded at Victoria and said, "Sure, thanks," she replied and as Victoria left her room, she closed the door and took a long shower. She was feeling really refreshed particularly after the flight journey and the time zoned differences. It was probably close to her own, but there was still a significant change in the timings. Shanthi walked out wearing a pajama and T-shirt after around half an hour towards the kitchen. She was looking for Victoria to figure out if she had to do something in the kitchen. She could feel that she was also feeling hungry as it had been few hours since she last ate. She was confused and wondered if she could have something from the refrigerator, an apple perhaps that could make her feel better for a while. But, she was hesitant and didn't want to take anything out without Victoria's permission. She looked at the watch and wondered when David would actually be back home. She might get a chance to discuss some more of the technical things he was trying to incorporate in the new project. Shanghai was just looking at the fridge, thinking about how hungry she was when Victoria emerged into the room."Oh, hi dear" she said, taking a look up and down over Shanghai's choice of clothing. "Adorable pajamas. I enjoy your choice in clothes" she said with a smile. "Always managing to wear something nice." She approached, enjoying looking the young Indian woman over. "Now, why don't you make us something to eat, dear?" She asked. "Plenty of food in the fridge. I'm sure you can make us something nice." She walked over to the couch and sat on it, relaxing and turning on the TV. Shanghai was glad to see Victoria coming and greeting her. As a young girl she was, she was always happy to hear any compliments. As Victoria talked about her dress selection, she smiled, blushing slightly and said, "I hope you don't mind, and it's okay to wear these. It's just that I would be more comfortable at nights wearing these. I mean, I know you might not mind about what I wear, but I am asking to confirm," she added. As Victoria added an immediate demand to prepare something for her as well, she was little surprised. She had no idea where the ingredients were, where the utensils were and what sort of food was available in refrigerator. To make it easy just for now, she picked some fresh fruits including oranges, apples and some pineapple pieces and searching for a knife and plate, and she arranged the pieces of it attractively in the plate. She then looked for some salt and pepper powder and sprinkled slightly on them, to just enhance the taste. She wasn't sure what sort of taste Victoria was into, her spicy levels and even the sort of choices she was into. Grabbing the plate and couple of forks, she walked towards the sofa as she thought she could have some of the fruits for her as well in the same plate. Victoria looked over at what Shanghai had prepared and gave her a small smile." Well that is very good for an appetizer, but we also need dinner to be prepared. David will be home soon, and you will want to please him with a nice meal. Surely you know how to make a nice curry or whatnot don't you? There is meat in the fridge" she offered. Her eyes studied Shanghai a moment, then glanced at the dining room table. "Make us a nice meal and have it all served up to eat" she instructed. "I should hope you can have it ready within an hour." Shanghai was sitting right next to Victoria and was about to have her first piece of fruit from the plate when Victoria asked her. She wasn't sure where this was going to. She shrugged her shoulders and with a sheepish and nervous smile, she replied, "Umm. Victoria. I could have definitely helped in preparing dinner, but with meat.? You know that I am a vegetarian?" She asked wondering what was going in the white woman's mind."Maybe I can prepare the gravy and stuff ready, and you can cook the meat and mix with the gravy? Also, I remember when you had your food outside, back in India, your stomach was upset as the food didn't go so well with you. If I am going to prepare anything, I would really like to know your inputs as well. Would you mind showing me in what you are exactly comfortable with?" She was trying to play smart as she could see that on the name of 'help', she was being dumped with the whole kitchen duties. Little did she know about what role Victoria exactly had in mind for her. Victoria blinked as she recalled that so many Indians were vegetarians. In addition, many found eating beef to be extremely offensive, and others felt that very way about pork. She looked at the young Indian woman, somewhat awkwardly trying to explain her position. Victoria gave her a simple smile, her eyelashes fluttering as she spoke." Dear, you are working for us now, remember" she said. "For me and David. Now, you will have to make some adjustments. We have plenty of meat in the fridge, and you can prepare us a nice meal. I'm sure you can do a good job of it; David will be home, and he will expect a nice meal to be served. I'm sure you don't want to disappoint him now, do you?" Shanghai observed Victoria blinking as she wondered if she was finally going to get a positive reply from her. The look that followed after that was hard to digest for her as she had a bad feeling about how it was about to turn out. As Victoria started speaking out her demands in a soft tone, Shanghai kept standing with her eyes and mouth wide open. She was totally confused and unsure of what this was turning out to be." But, Victoria", she smiled sheepishly, "I work for your company, not like this. Hold on, you are joking with me, aren't you? I must say that was a very good one. You almost got me surprised totally. Anyway, let's go and prepare dinner together? I can make some nice gravy for you to cook your meat in...!" She said smiling widely, trying to cancel out the effect of Victoria's words. She surely was trying to play it safe. Victoria looked Shanghai directly in the eyes as she spoke, listening to her. Victoria's eyes seemed somehow rather intense, and she stood up, looking at the young Indian woman." Shanthi" she started, "as you know, you work for my husband. I mentioned to him that we lack a decent housekeeper at the moment, and since you would be staying you could fill many of those responsibilities. After all, we are allowing you to stay here, free of charge at that." She licked her lips a little and then smiled. "And dear, I know that in India you have different cultures and religions and all that and not everyone eats meat. Something about cows being sacred, right? But anyhow, I think you will agree it's very important for you to adapt to our culture when staying in our home." She paused for just a moment. "Now, how about you go and make us our evening meal?" Shanghai walked away from Victoria without any further discussions. She was confused, nervous and scared about this sudden change in the behavior of someone she looked as an inspiration and role model from. She kept blinking her eyes and took breath through her mouth to restrain herself from crying. As much as she wanted to be a strong girl and fight for her freedom, she was lacking the mental strength and intent to do it. She walked towards the refrigerator and opened it. There were various kinds of meat store inside. For a moment, she was frozen and just kept staring at it for a while. She then tried to figure out what kind of meat was stored inside, and she picked chicken and got it out. She could remember in the past, when she tried to avoid sitting next to someone who were eating non-vegetarian food right next to her. Today, she was holding raw meat right in her hands. As Victoria was not around her, as she was in the living room, a couple of tears escaped from her eyes. Shanthi had a feeling that things might get better once David would be back home. She had to hold herself only until then. She wondered why Victoria would consider her as a house-keeper when she was doing so good for her experience at work. The way David spoke to her before, she had a feeling that he was really impressed by her work, and he might pull her out of the house from the very next day. It was a matter of minutes. Along with that, she wanted to discuss with him on the option of paying some rent or finding a new place to stay as well. She didn't want to get into this sort of discussions again just because she was staying for free. Even though she was coward to speak right away against someone, she was a girl with self-respect, and she hoped that moving away would make things easier for her. As the chicken was kept aside, she wasn't sure how to prepare it. Had it been a vegetarian dish, she would have made it without any issues. This was the first time she was touching some red meat. She took a deep breath as she thought about an idea of making "Chicken Butter Masala" on the lines of "Paneer (Tofu) Butter Masala". She cooked some rice on the side and as she was trying to find the ingredients, she was surprised to see all the Indian spices lined up in the cup-boards. There was definitely some other Indian cook/maid before her. For now, she ignored the thoughts and quickly followed the same recipe and routine as that of her usual one. She finished cooking the curry in almost half an hour, which she tried hard not to stare too much at or not to breath in the smell of the meat as well. After she was done, she served the curry and the rice in serving bowls, decorated neatly and kept everything ready on the dining table and without saying anything, she silently walked into her room and locked herself as she tried to digest what happened for the past few minutes. David arrived home from work at last. It had been a long day, and he was pleased to return to the apartment, the sun now having set over Dubai. He wore a dark suit, a tie, and he certainly looked handsome in it. He had his suits tailored and the result was certainly impressive. He entered the apartment, looking over at Victoria with a smile, taking his wife in his arms he kissed her, then he looked toward the kitchen where Shanghai was preparing the meal. He strolled in. "I see you have made yourself busy, it's good to see" David said pleasantly. "Victoria did tell me that she felt you would make a better maid than anybody we could find in Dubai, and it looks like she might be right, don't you think?" He had a small smile on his face, and it was difficult to tell how serious he was. Victoria stood behind him as Shanghai was able to turn to answer.

Exotic abuse in Dubai (Denivar & shanthipriya)|rating:3.0

Fox and the Hound (Shard x Volatile)

You are getting far too sentimental over one personal¦ she thought silently to herself and pushed the thought out of her mind as she prepared for the most difficult task she had ever faced; one without return. How did I ever find myself Hara¦noway¦~Her stomach rumbled as the succulent scent of smoked venison filled the air with the small cave. The simple pleasure brought a smile to her face. After a long days work of the hunt, gathering for the fire, and mending her cloak; the one thing she had looked forward to was her reward for a kill; the sustenance. She sat by the fire and removed the meat from the skillet, rolling it onto a wooden plate. She greedily stabbed the meat with a fork a bit violently. The deer Diana™t care much anyway, so it was of little concern. She lifted the meet from the plate to bring it to her lips. Darkness, and then a flash of light, and she was on her back; dazed, confused, and without her food. She rolled onto her stomach and started to push herself up from the ground. When she came face to face with the tip of a sword. She froze. Before her stood a man with a lithe physique; short dark hair and cool dark amber eyes. The huntress subtly brought her hand to her right thigh where her knives were waiting patiently for her, when she was stopped by his voice. €œI wouldn™t do that if I were you, Zara Kerrigan, ” he said quietly. There wanna™t any threat in his tone which confused her. €œWhat do you want?a she arched her brow as her stomach growled. €œAnd more importantly, where is my food.a Her face remained unchanging. He chuckled to himself, but it quickly faded as intrigue started to take over. €œWhat I want is to employ you, Miss Kerrigan, and I apologize for interrupting your dinner, ” he responded drawing out the words. His sword remained in place due to the fact that he knew if he let his guard down at this point she would seize the opportunity. She understood the reasoning; if she was in his position she would have been doing the exact same thing. She rose further to align her vertebrae. €œI Dona™t work for anyone but myself. If you are planning to get my help I would suggest explaining exactly what it is you want help with, and what exactly you plan on offering to me. Remove your sword from my neck.a amiss Kerrigan do you truly think IAS™m that daft? Give me more credit than that. I am not going to give you the opportunity.a He watched her with a predatory gaze; and she stared back at him. There Diana™t seem to be even the slightest bit of fear on her. No, death wanna™t her fear. She half growled in conjunction with her stomach. €œYou know if you asked me earlier today if I thought I would be skipping dinner transported to a strange location to be held at the point of a sword by a mysterious benefactor/stalker, I would have said no.a benefactor/ stalker?a Aldo you have a better term for it?a well, NOAA¦I suppose it fits the required definition, ” he just shook his head. She had certainly derailed the topic, and he took note and returned to the task at hand. She was good at distraction. That would be needed. He moved slightly to her left and reached out to touch the back of her left shoulder. She flinched slightly as the fingertips ran over the crafted scar from years ago. €œYou were part of the thieves™ guild in Allah, at the main stronghold, yes? Or am I mistaken?a She grimaced. €œI am with them no longer. I left when the opportunity presented itself. It was not my choice.a Her eyes scanned him for points of weakness and vulnerability. €œWhat does it matter to you?a Agatha have taken something of mine and I need it retrieved. Ital™s in the center of their stronghold.a Armand is there any reason that you could not do it yourself?a amino, ” he lied. €œHowever it requires finesse, and a good deal of strategy. I do not have time to plan to study the layout and each individual there. You would be far more apt at completing the task quicker than I ever could. Time is of the utmost importance.a She considered for a moment. €œAnd what do you plan on for payment? There is very little you could buy me that would persuade me to set foot back upon that isle. €œWho said I needed to buy anything? When you return from this task, you can have your choice of your payment. The severity of the task is great, and should I not find someone to complete it, the consequences will be more dire than you could ever imagine. Therefore, I am far less concerned with price, and far more concerned if you are even capable of accomplishing it. Retrieve the cache safely to the border of the isle and I will meet you there to retrieve it. After which, you may have your payment.a She considered. €œI will do what you ask on one condition.a His eyes flickered; he almost had her in agreement. €œWhatever your condition is, I will see that it shall be met.a He nodded, genuinely pleased with himself, thoroughly basking in all of his glory for convincing her to take the task she was destined to take. It heyday™t been as hard as he thought it would be. €œI want dinner, ” she said in a flat but direct tone. €œI will have it prepared for you, ” he half smirked. €œI’m not done¦a she held up her hand slowly wrapping her hand around the blade of the sword and pushing the blade away; blood trailing from her palm. He watched in shock; although his features remained controlled not to show it. €œYou are going to hunt it, you are going to cook and prepare it for me, since you are the one that brought me here, and you are going to be the one to replace my lost meal.a He blinked and gave her a hard look. . Of course, it would not be as easy as he thought it would have been. No, not with Zara. €œAgreed.a He reached out his hand and she took it. Her grip was quite firm from such a petite girl. He half smiled as he glanced down at her; her icy gaze never leaving him. €œYou would make a deal with someone not even knowing their name?a your name is irrelevant. Only your cooking skills are required, ” she responded. €œIt’s Xavier¦a “Don’t care. Dinner time.a It was at that moment that he realized that this one was going to be a handful. She certainly was grumpy without food. It had been so easy to coerce anyone else into doing as he wished. Everyone desired gold, they desired money, they desired objects. This one wanted an action, which was far more than any other had asked for. A specific action to make amends for his interruption. Perhaps it was just the change that was needed to get the task done. It somehow bothered him, however, that she Diana™t care about what his name was. He couldn™t put his finger as to why. As he turned to walk off to complete this menial task for Zara, the reasoning behind her lack of concern bothered him; and more so why it bothered him. ~That damnable job; the one that dragged her into this mess in the first place. They needed someone to be able to obtain the cache of the weapons. Of course there was no one better than her; she was the one thief that had escaped her former guild and taken those that tried to stop her with her. It was one of the few times her blacksmithing profession had gained her anything in life besides a cold, steel companion. Finding herself now running straight into enemy hands gnawed at the fox within her. This is so idiotic, she thought to herself, but also felt it was necessary. Now the only thing that mattered was whether the group followed her instructions, or if they walked straight into the slaughter.~The weight of her cargo weighed heavily upon her weary bones. The sting from the dirt that had pushed its way into her wounds had long since faded as the dizzying sensation of exhaustion had begun to take over. Every step in and of itself was an endeavor that the huntress struggled to overcome. The woods provided comfort; but very little assistance where travelling was concerned. €œYou were successful, I see¦a came the familiar voice drifting through the mists of the darkened grove. Zara™s eyes shifted; reflecting the dim light towards the entity whose presence had not gone unnoticed. €œI completed the objective, yes, ” she said matter-of-factly as she pressed on as the man joined her side. His presence caused no pause in her step. Curiosity struck him; a feeling he was not used to. She perplexed him; and it was perhaps because of this he took a few moments to walk with her. €œYou have an arrow in your shoulder, ” he remarked; mimicking her nonchalant tone half in amusement.that I do, ” she responded. €œDoes it hurt?a that it does.a Aldo you wish me to remove it?”“So I can deal with a hemorrhage in the middle of the woods and pass out from loss of blood? No, thank you.a anti can heal the wound so that you do not have to deal with it.a amino.a Asia™m offering to heal you.a anti know, I Dona™t want your healing.a He tilted his head; confused, intrigued, and a bit worried in the depths of his heart. He Diana™t understand why this woman would not accept a gift when she so readily was able to take from others. Why was his offer not good enough for her taking? Or was it even a matter of being good enough? The question scratched at him. €œYou must be insane to decline.a perhaps, but there is always a method to my madness, ” she pressed on, grunting at the weight of the cache slung over her shoulder; the mythical Pandora™s Box as it were. €œWhat is this method you speak of?a he questioned, sure and confidant in his own resolution that there could be no rational reason for such a declension. He reveled in that thought; just for a moment that he would outwit her. Yet still, somehow, it bothered him as to why he should feel the need to best this mortal girl. €œIt’s a method of teaching that I grew up with. If I was not fast enough to avoid it this time, the scar will serve me in the future as a reminder of what I was in relation to what I will become. It will remain with me, just as the lesson of my inadequacies and the correcting there of, ” she responded, peering at him through the shrouded safety of her cloak. He stopped mid-stride and stood there lips parted slightly. He shook his head slightly. €œYou arena™t like the others.a aloof course not, ” she turned over her shoulder. €œThe others are dead. IAS™m not.a She turned and began walking once more. €œThat’s not what I meant, ” he said shaking his head. €œOf course not, ” she responded stopping once more. €œBut intention only matters so much in the grand scheme of things; and the lesser.a In seconds the light came and went as she struggled to get her footing. Teleported back to the grassy meadow. She cursed her ass off in seething, silent rage. €œI hate when you council members do that. Did anyone else ever bother to comment on how disorienting that is? Also, asking or a bit of a warning would have been nice considering I clawed my way past the corpses of those you sent before me all to retrieve this¦object for you.a army apologies, Zara Kerrigan, ” he replied with a light bow. It seemed almost mocking to her; but whether that was his intention was irrelevant. She certainly wanna™t in higher station than him but also believed that every being deserved a certain modicum of respect. She believed she deserved that for survival. He paused for a moment, watching her put the cache down and scanned over her injuries. She straightened herself and looked at him. €œMay I be going now? IAS™ve done what was asked.a their is the matter of payment.”“I want nothing from you.a away, thief? Huntress? Whichever you prefer¦a He questioned with that singsong melody that drove her to grit her teeth. €œYou have no problem taking from others, why not from me?a The dull hint of a smile crossed her face. €œWould it bothers you that much not to know?a she questioned him. He stood there staring back at her. He Diana™t answer her question directly. It was the first time she had actually seen her smile. It was unsettling simply because it wanna™t expected among the range of possible expressions he had for her. €œAt the least let me tend to your wounds¦for what you have done.a He observed her and almost new what she was to say before he quickly interjected himself. €œI will not allow you to leave in the condition you are in.a affine, ” she reluctantly agreed; but he had seen the opportunity and taken it. She couldn™t fault him for playing at that angle. In the end, he would take every step necessary to accomplish what it was he wanted to accomplish. What it was, however, she wanna™t sure of; so she prepared herself for everything. He attempted to reach down towards the cache, and she swooped it up with a grunt of pain. €œThat’s really unnecessary.a forgive me for changing the phrase, but it works just as well; necessity is in the eye of the beholder, ” she commented as he leads her toward their destination. All the while they remained silent; Zara™s eyes straight ahead as the mortal focused solely on her task accompanied by the curious councilman. The ended their journey at a table set in a large chamber; the door closed. There was a bit of peace save for the footsteps of her companion walking across the floor to prepare what would be needed. He decided it was best to make conversation during the preparation; it was already a bit awkward. He Diana™t want her to notice his interest; she Diana™t want to be there. Furthermore, he already knew, from what the council knew of her; she Diana™t like her personal space invaded. She was almost always alone. How far could that be pushed? What had caused her to be that way?you remind me of a fox, ” he said quietly as he worked; gently tearing away bits of cloth to clean the wounds; meticulous himself. She said nothing. ~Tiredness overwhelmed him as his eyes closed, and he fell back onto the bed unconscious. Clever, strategic, adaptive¦it was everything he had expected from her. She got up and made her way to the cache that had burned her soul with wonder since the moment she saw it. She had maybe fifteen minutes to leave unseen; and that was if she moved quickly. Furthermore, she opened the box longing to see what was inside. Weapons of every kind. She touched them; she felt them. She learned all they had to offer; but two called to her. Two who had been silent for a very long time purred at the chance of being heard once more. She lifted the grieves as they whispered, and she listened; only wanting a chance for someone to understand them. She closed the cache with the grieves in hand as the thief took her desired payment. It was everything he had expected from her.~Narmada; sever and rend your foes for my preservation. Jade; slice your subjects down so that your force may draw them to darkness after the battle has closed. Take as many as you can before we are over run. Do not be hard on yourselves should we fall. We will.a She turned her head and kissed the obsidian blade of Armada which glistened in the sunlight in response. She breathed deeply as she ran towards those approaching; ran towards her own defeat for the ones she had no confidence in. The one defining thing that had pushed her, was that someone else had confidence in them. Someone else had told her how important the adepts were. She was just an expendable blade. I hope y---this is worth it. Never tired, never slow, never weak. This was the Brawl mantra. It's what kept the beasts in full sprint through the woods jumping and ducking the whole way. Their brown fur made them look like shadows in the shade of the trees, formless blurred shadows that were gone on the blink of an eye. The only audible sound was an occasional grunt or some loose foliage being moved. The pack leader, brawny and tall with fur as back as night came to an immediate stop with the others stopping almost as instantaneous as he. His short snout pointed slightly upwards as sniffed the air, tasting something new. He lowered his head then turned to his pack." Smell different. Approaching fast. Set trap!" He grunted. Wasting no time the ten other Brawls dispersed, some climbing up trees, others hiding behind them, but they were all positioned in a radial formation fifty feet in diameter. Patiently they waited. Their controlled breathing kept them ever so silent and their senses on high alert. The smell was the first thing, something not of this world, or even their world. Then the footsteps. They were subtle and quiet but just enough for their highly tuned ears to pick up. And then their target came into sight. The strange clothing arrangement almost sickened them to the point of anger, but they remained calm and patient. Then at once they attacked. The leader dropped right in front of the smaller being to block her path and simultaneously two others came from her right and left sides, one sweeping her legs and the other blaming its large clawed hand into her chest, a palm blow that was intended to incapacitate, yet the little one showed surprising resilience. Winded for sure but she fought back. The brawl who swept her feet yelped in pain from her retaliation. The leader wasted no time. With unnatural speed he burst towards her, pushing his own out of the way and lurched his large hand out wrapping his fingers hard around her throat, lifting her up before slamming and pinning her to the ground. He kept his wait on her chest and his grip tightened around her throat. Eyes as dark and red with hate pierced into her soul as he could feel her life force draining from her body. Within an inch of her life, he released her and summoned two others to pick her up by her arms." Carry! We go!" He spat as he quickly turned back to the direction they came and started leading their march back. Zara silently counted down until the impact. Her assailants may have considered themselves clever and quick; but the young woman knew, unfortunately, exactly what she was getting into; and exactly what needed to be done. Whether she made it out alive was another story. It was hard to suppress her natural survival-based instincts as she ran towards the ambush; and every moment was an endeavor not to turn on her heels and scatter. The thief had attempted to look as surprised as possible; which, like most of Zara™s expressions, was a cold stare at her attacker as her blades met flesh. She gave into the pressure upon her throat and stopped struggling; it was a lot less painful that way, and as she slipped into unconsciousness; she tormented herself with the question of away?a™. It wanna™t necessarily the question that bothered her, but rather the answer.---She peered over the windowsill from the outside looking in towards the forge as the chaos ensued. The knife to her father™s neck glistened in the crackling fire. She turned away to eye Jackal™s bow settled against the back of the building, waiting; calling to her. The girl bent down and reached for it. The flashes came quickly as the sensations flowed through her body. She traced her fingers downward over the weapons curvature. It was far too large for the child™s stature, but that did not prevent her from knocking it and aiming through the open crevice. Blood flowed like a liquid river down his neck and seemed into his stained shirt. The wide-eyed eight-year-old drew back the arrow and froze in terror. The group of men began to rummage through the forge leaving the dying man like a slab of meat upon the ground. The burning sensation within her heart quickly chilled to a glacial freeze as she released the arrow; striking true. She watched the body crumple in amazement at death as the men scanned the area. They were alerted to her presence. She ran. They were faster. Soon the young girl found herself held up by the back of her neck and the others circling like sharks. No one went without paying their debt to the thieves™ guild without repercussion. She knew she had been caught; she knew the pain would come. They pried the bow out of the hands of the blacksmith™s daughter; and forced her to the ground. She had taken one of their men; and she owed them a replacement. Thrown over Oneal™s shoulder and carted off to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people; thrown into a holding cell to be trained and groomed; her heart corrupted to their will. €˜How many times have you shot a bow?a™ the one had asked; the one with the gleaming sword of silver. Their fearless leader. €˜Once, ’ she had told them; and no Oneal™s aim had been truer. An asset; of course, to their cause; someone to train from a young age that could be at war with the world. She would never be at war with the world; the cold shroud of revenge had already hidden her heart deep within.---Eyes fluttered open; she rarely slept. That™s when the nightmares generally surfaced for Zara. At first, she welcomed the long rest, but she quickly became aware of the dwindling pain inflicted by Lezarr’s men, and she groaned softly. She looked around the small, barred cell. The realization finally hit her, that she may not escape this place. No, she assured herself, she would escape; when one of them presented an opportunity. When one of them underestimated her. That dwindling spark of hope was the only thing that gave her enough strength to sit up from the earthen floor. I really hope no others tried to follow mean¦or if they did, I will hopefully get a chance to kill them myself before they or I should die. She sighed softly before moving back against the wall to rest her hands on her knees and her head back against the cold stony surface. Something's are never meant to be understood. They are to be taken at face value and either accepted or not. This woman in strange clothing was not one of those things to Learn. She wore clothing nowhere near reminiscent to any styling on Trade, and she smelled foreign, yet she had a familiar sense about her, as if she was somewhat familiar to this world. It mattered not at the moment, if Learn wanted that information he would get it, especially if he benefited from it. For now, only the basics of torture needed to be applied, if anything just for his own entertainment. The long arched hallway echoed with footsteps in a steady stride, confident as the suns were bright. Small torches lined the walls every hundred feet which kept it very dim, just the way Learn preferred it. It curved around first to the right, and then left until it straightened out to a dead end door. It was a thick wood of unknown nature, reinforced with large iron fasteners and hinges, secured with an even thicker iron beam that ran horizontal across the doorway. Two large Brawl with tribal spears stood at the ready on either side of the doorway. The second Learn stepped up to the door, the Brawl removed the heavy iron beam and let their master though. Inside was yet another long hallway but this one was dug out of the side of a mountain behind Learn's tower. Giant stalagmites hung ominously low from the tall ceiling and the tunnel winded for some time before coming to yet another thick wooden door with large iron reinforcements. Two more Brawl guarded this door as well and proceeded to open it as the others had before, revealing inside a small section of the room barred off with this iron rods, crisscrossed to ensure no obvious attempts at escape. Learn approached, stopping just out of arms length from the bars. His cowl hung low, encasing the majority of his face in shadow, the only light came from a small torch just on the inside of the door. The prisoner may not be able to see it, but Learn's eyes never left her, constantly scanning over her. His senses taking in every ounce of her being. Zara knew that someone was there but initially made no movement. She remained absolutely still seated against the back wall with her eyes closed listening to the man that approached; attempting to gauge his weight and stature; any weapons that might be clanging that would block her exit. After a few moments her azure eyes opened and stared directly back at her capture; and the thought of escape at that moment fled her to the recesses of her mind. She did not break her gaze; the two seizing up the other in kind. Unlike her prior thoughts, her instincts kept her still. Her voice was rough from lack of water as she spoke; the velvetiness interrupted like claws across fabric. €œI can only assume that you are in need of my services. That™s the only reason someone would put such an effort out to get my attention. Well you have it, sir.defiant, that's exactly what Learn hoped she'd be. His posture remained still and motionless, yet his presence in the room seemed to magnify exponentially. Instantly the female prisoners body vaulted off the ground with all limbs spread wide. The barred gate swung open by itself and her immobilized body passed through the cell entrance stopping with a harsh jolt mere inches from Learn. There he had her hover, face to face and a couple feet of the ground. His body remained still. Then the air grew colder around them and his mind focused on her insides, slowly gripping her organs. Learn made sure the next few minutes would be some of the most excruciating of her entire pathetic life. Keeping her still, his mind wrapped over each individual organ, squeezing and releasing, twisting and stretching, pushing and pulling. Keeping the pain steady, Learn finally lifted his head so she could stare into the emptiness of his cowl. His lips and chin were the only visible pieces of his face, and they formed the most vicious of smiles. The pain was excruciating, and it caused her to grit her teeth so roughly that the sound was audible. Her gaze became cold; focused, but that was little help from the pain that wracked her body. The one thing keeping her from crying out was the want of not giving him the satisfaction. She had suffered greatly among the thieves™ guild, but it was nothing compared to this. She wanted Armada at her side. Furthermore, she wanted¦ Either way it was made clear that what she wanted truly Diana™t matter at this point. As she stared back at him, she truly could not hold herself back. The pain thoroughly slaughtered her filter. While it may simply bring more pain, there was some twisted satisfaction at being able to cause that reaction; to break through. It was something, she was quite good at. So, it helped very little when she grits through her teeth, thank you kindly for rearranging my innards. The dancer IAS™m sure was getting a bit boring¦kidneys always being in the same place and all. But you can put me down. You won™t get anything from me without making a deal.Armand there it was, the first bit of leverage Learn needed. She needed to be acted willing enough to trade information for a "deal". That meant there was something she wanted, or even needed. Freedom was too obvious and her answers to his questions would likely be lies anyway. Desperate attempts to make good on "the deal". Without saying a word, Learn stepped back a few paces and opened his hands palms up at his sides. Black and purple smoke began swirling around each hand until they began to take shape in his palms, eventually revealing the weapons the prisoner was found clutching upon capture. Slowly they lifted from his palms and found their way back to their owners hands. Learn allowed her fingers to wrap around the familiar handles of the grieves." These are yours I believe." Learn spoke finally. His voice dripped of sin and held the resonance of a being beyond anything of this world, and his words seemed to slither their way into her ears. However minuscule her reaction was, if any, Learn could almost feel her familiarity with the weapons. In that instant they forced her arms across her chest and with a painful jolt, she launched back into the cell and slammed against the wall. What once was her grieves twisted and turned into unworldly mockeries that now shackled her hands across her chest and stretched to secure her against the hard stone wall. That's when Learn released her from his grip and the cell gate slammed shut. Moments later two Brawl entered the room carrying a fairly large case under lock and chain, to which they quickly removed and opened up, revealing the real grieves inside. The familiar black and purple fog formed around the case, swirling slowly as it lifted it from the Brawl's hands and held it suspended and opened meters away from the cell gate." I don't need to make a deal to get what I want, girl. But if it helps..." Learn turned and exited the room, slamming the large wooden door shut. Eventually his footsteps faded and all that was left in the room was the woman with her weapons suspended outside of her cell taunting her. Cry for help.everyone has a price. Even you, ” such bite and venom in her words, such hatred, and such anger, all balled up into her small frame. It ran rampant in a blazing torrent across her soul. He would be back, she knew. In some particularly twisted way he would directly or indirectly be back. She confused him; and she reveled in this fact as she felt the small, fickle stream of blood trail from the back of her skull where her head had hit the stone wall. It was only the monster within her, that kept her from screaming in pain; the only cries that came from her mouth were ones of defiance and divine rage. You are so angry at the world, Focal¦Dona™t be so cold. She heard his ringing in her ears.~Once I got caught in an avalanche, I must have died. As the wheel spun the sparks began to jump to life as the guild™s blacksmith began her work on one of the member™s blades. It was so small, so dull, and so unexciting. Still the weapons were the only company she had. She saw how he had been mistreated, misused by his current owner. She saw his flaws as the weapon told her all it had to tell; for she knew just where to place her hands and just how to speak with that delicate tenderness that was needed to make him open up. Taxi she had called him; while others may have had other names for him, he was Taxi to her. He was just as outraged at the shackles about her wrist as she was. Seven long years living among these scoundrels, and still chained in the forge. It Diana™t make much of a difference to her; coveting no semblance of freedom for there was nothing to go back to. There was no family; no place to live, and no way she could escape the Hunts master should he choose to pursue her. He would never let her get away. It was then, as Taxi was almost finished, that the Hunts master appeared in the doorway. She tilted her head in curiosity, and he looked back at her. He had never come himself, always throwing the job on someone else to do. Not many people came near her. They were frightened of her; the woman that was so quiet was so very unsettling. From the day she had shot the arrow, the seed was embedded of the killer within her. That look that never left her eyes no matter how she felt. The other thing that disturbed them; she never showed that emotion. She never showed any emotion.anti need my blade sharpened, ” he tossed it to her out of arms reach of her, and she caught it in her hands. This was the prize she had waited to get her hands on. This was the blade that had been passed down through the guild for centuries. He left, without another word, while his eyes travelled, she remained oblivious. It was the first time she had laid her hands on Vengeance. When the black swan flew to the rescue and cried. Two years pass, and the time etches away slowly. She had not even yet escaped the shackles, but she had been right; she could not fight against the Hunts master should he have chosen to pursue her. He did; in an entirely different matter. Over the years her expressions, her speech became all the more deadened; an icy glacier of impenetrable strength. The only thought on her mind was for the sake of revenge. There would come a day when Vengeance would betray the Hunts master. How terrible it must have been for him to lay there and watch. No, they Warner™t soul mates. They were never soul mates, but they were kindred enough to feel for one another. As skilled as his master was with a blade; his master Diana™t listen. An offer I could not refuse, now I'm working on the other side He had convinced her to do it; to gather her strength and channel every ounce of rage she carried within that one defining blow. How he glistened with his master™s blood. He wanted to kiss her; he wanted to be one with her like how he tried to be when she sharpened him; but there is only so much foreplay that can occur when one is being sharpened. Her eyes flicked downward as she brought a cloth across the blade.areas amazing as you look in crimson you know how I am about dry blood on steel; it does nothing for your complexion, ” she commented as she took the keys from the dead body to unlock the shackles upon her wrists. €œTomorrow I will be gone, but we will at least have tonight Perhaps, a dance? There are many others that will try to stop me; so that should give us enough time to get warmed up.a Her lips curled into a fake smile. I stabbed you in the back, who will save you now?“What…Zara? The blacksmith girl? Shedid THIS?a The body rolls easily underfoot as the thief checks the paths for those alive. None drew breath. €œWhat have we done?”“We’ve created a monster.Agathe demon sat upon her shoulder as an angel lounged on the other as she turned from one to another confused. Perhaps she should have felt some pity or remorse for what she had done; and yet she felt nothing. It was what she had always wanted; revenge. She wanted the man that killed her father dead. The man that had tortured her in countless ways; and he was. She wanna™t sure what to do from that point on. Perhaps her own form of justice, so that the same thing wouldn™t happen to another eight-year-old girl. Maybe that on the side. Until that time came, she would do the only things she knew how to do to survive. Steal, hunt, and kill.~The pain must have overwhelmed her as she finally came to; not realizing she had passed out. Learn reminded her so much of the one she had slain those many years ago. It always started with torture, and then lead to other things. As the fire died down and her eyes she stared blankly at the wall in the crimson haze of her own blood, waiting like a dormant volcano. In the night she whispers the silent vow to Armada through the bars; and while he is not with her, he is there. She whispers sweet nothing's, and promises all for the sake, of revenge. It was the one promise she had made to Armada and to herself, she wanna™t confident she could complete. CF: Trade (Fox & the Hound)Learn paced in his chambers, dwelling on his prisoners origins and how she made it through his summoning ritual. It truly vexed him not knowing but the reward of torturing a soul far outweighed the vexation in his mind. It became clearer to him that he may very well not get any information out of this whelp but at least she would suffer, that was enough to hold him over before he spread his army across Trade. He turned on his heal and exited his chambers, swiftly making his way through the tower and long passageways back to his prisoners' cell. A smile stretched across his thin lips at the sight of her exhausting and helpless form. He outstretched his hand over her grieves floating in the air, and let his spidery fingers tip toe across their forms." Marvelous aren't they?" He chimed. "Well crafted indeed, I can see why you favor them so." Learn circled around the idle case allowing his fingers to slither and slide around its frame. Her vision was hazed with a crimson tint from her wounds. She could feel the blood beginning to dry and itch along her pale skin. Her only strength was to turn her eyes upwards towards Learn. She watched as he traced his fingers along her beloved grieves and attempted to lunge forward towards him; such rage and adrenaline being the only things that gave her attempt such notable ferocity. Her bindings prevented her attempt any form of success other to give the bitter knowledge that she was still very much alive. She almost growled through her teeth. €œTake your hands off of them. They are mine; I am their maker, and your touch does a disservice to their potential. They recoil at your hand; that¦area¦.mine, ” she snaps off. Hysteria could be to blame, or perhaps, something else. Lezarr paused a moment at the outburst. The hooded cowl turned slightly upwards towards the feral woman prisoner, the torch giving hint of a slight wry smile. "Such anger and ferocity... admirable traits in any being. You child, can put that to better use if you weren't so worked up over trinkets." A flick of the wrist and the case flew across the cell, smashing to bits against the stone wall and its contents crashing to the ground; a sound sickening to any respectable blade smith. Another subtle motion of his hand and Learn summoned the grieves to him, slipping his fingers into their hilts. They felt strange to him. Not in a physical sense, though they certainly weren't a normal weapon, but there was almost a magical feel to them. These weren't normal, and it was something Learn made note to investigate further, but not yet. For now this woman's torture was at the top of his "to do" list." They certainly make one feel powerful holding them...tell me, woman; you seem to think they feel, and are disgusted by my touch. What so they say now? Do they scream 'murder'? Beg for release? Or are they just heaps of metal, ready and willing to slice through flesh no matter who is their master?"Agatha say that they are sorry, and to think of the hunts master, ” she responds with a gruff voice staring back at him with those azure eyes of hers. €œTorture by my own blades is fitting. Then we can suffer together.a There is just the faintest hint of a smile. Lezarr had to hold back a small laugh. This turned out to be much more amusing than anticipated. She had a strong will, as if born from the ashes of tragedy, and that made her dangerous as well as entertaining. Learn was fully prepared to test it to the full extent and beyond until there was nothing left of her. "Indeed..." was the only response he was willing to grant her. He turned his head back towards the door and promptly a Brawl emerged. Learn turned towards the creature and presented it the grieves. "Take these to my chambers, I'll be inspecting them, thoroughly." And with that, Learn left with the Brawl, leaving the prisoner to herself once again. A low growl escaped her throat mixed with blood and hatred, astir ti yen ta vi led. This!a she called out as the syllables of a forgotten tongue slice through the air. She started forward after him only to be further restrained by her bindings. Viciously she struggles, causing stress upon her shoulders. It was just far enough to spit at his feet as Learn turned and left her. The burning in her arms was justified by the translucent glimmer of spittle upon the back of his shoe; the foaming wrath of a caged animal. Silent came the deepened voice penetrating into her mind and raking Ital™s claws down the back of her neck.a¦Myth Geo yen ta this, SIA prison. ~come not between the Dragon and his wrath.....asking Lear.“Seradin travelled for many months by land and sea until he came to the forests of Lavatorial. Here he met a poor hermit who told him that everyone in that land was in great distress, for a dragon had long ravaged the land. 'Every day,' said the old man, 'he demands the sacrifice of a beautiful maiden and now all the young girls have been killed. The king's daughter alone remains, and unless we can find a knight who can slay the dragon she will be sacrificed tomorrow. The king will give his daughter in marriage to the champion who overcomes this terrible monster.' When Strain heard this story, he was determined to try and save the princess, so he rested that night in the hermit's hut, and at daybreak set out to the valley where the dragon lived. When he drew near he saw a little procession of women, headed by a beautiful girl dressed in pure silk. The princess, Jayden was being led by her attendants to the place of death. The knight spurred his horse and overtook the ladies. He comforted them with brave words and persuaded the princess to return to the palace. Then he entered the valley. As soon as the dragon saw him it rushed from its cave, roaring with a sound louder than thunder. Its head was immense and its tail fifty feet long. But Strain was not afraid. He struck the monster with his spear, hoping he would wound it. The dragon's scales were so hard that the spear broke into a thousand pieces and Strain fell from his horse. Fortunately he rolled under an enchanted orange tree against which poison could not prevail, so that the venomous dragon was unable to hurt him. Within a few minutes he had recovered his strength and was able to fight again. He smote the beast with his sword, but the dragon poured poison on him and his armor split in two. Once more he refreshed himself from the orange tree and then, with his sword in his hand, he rushed at the dragon and pierced it under the wing where there were no scales, so that it fell dead at his feet.Ankara absentmindedly ran her fingers over the long obsidian metal of the blade as she listened to Armada tell her the tale of what had happened. It was a decent folk tale, to be sure, and one of legend. Still, the point of the story had eluded even her; and Armada had rarely anything of little importance when he spoke to her. Her interest was waning thin. €œThat’s nice, dear.a It had become an automatic reply when she wanted to signify that the current topic interested her very little; and her fingertips danced more defiantly on the blade. The dull roar of a chuckle filled her mind. €œNothing strikes you strange about that story, mistress?admit often unnerved her; his tone of voice he had taken up with her. Hell would freeze over before she would let him realize just how much it had unnerved her. €œA dragon, defeated by an orange tree? Have you never thought of anything more absurd?”“Well, I suppose it is a little suspicious. It must have been one hell of an orange tree.a Agathe lore is not necessarily how the story went, Zara Kerrigan. The dragon was far more cunning than the king or Strain could imagine. They did fight that day in the forest clearing, and the orange tree was not affected by the poison. However, there has never been a dragon to which a flimsy tree has proven an obstacle. The dragon turned and swiped his tail against the tree, and it wrapped from the lash and crushed the young hero. Insulted by such a worm to think that he could truly best a dragon, the dragon disguised himself as the young knight, and shrouded the body of the dead man as a dragon. It wanna™t the would-be-prince that stalked his way into the castle; the dragon did. The princess became a willing sacrifice and wed the dragon.a Agathe dragon had no concern for human rituals and in three days time the dragon revealed himself to Jayden who was beside herself with horror. The dragon left her to lay wastes to the lands. Jayden had nowhere to turn but the one place she had been forbidden to seek help. She went to the Queen of the FAE to rid of the dreadful dragon who is the cause of the fair maiden™s sorrow for laying waste to the land of her parents, the king and the queen. After three days and three nights, with help of the Queen of the FAE, Jayden had formed a field of magical flowers and poisonous roots. Jayden stood in the center of the field to lure the dragon down. When he landed the roots coiled themselves around the dragon™s limbs and the vines struggled to hold the massive force. The poisonous plants had been enchanted, and their poison started travelling through the dragons blood. In one last destructive effort the dragon freed one of its claws and dealt the princess a mortal blow.a Agathe Faerie Queen soon stood above two lifeless corpses of the princess and the dragon. Faeries have never given without taking; so she imprisoned the soul of them in two crystals to be put to her own use at a later point in time.”“And, what happened after that?a said the impatient huntress as she meticulously went over every part of the grieve making sure that there was no blood left behind and that he could sense her affection. €œDid the Faerie Queen ever get to use her poor unfortunate souls?a anti canal™t answer that question as I do not know exactly what transpired as such a long time has passed since this story saw the present. Though I do know, somehow we ended up in these shells, SIA prison.Agathe low rumble of his laughter seeped through the air.Armand here I am again, with a beautiful maiden at my side.a Zara had frozen deathly still with her hands upon the grieve. €œI am sorry to disappoint you, but I am no maiden, ” she said in the indifferent tone she generally carried when she wished to conceal herself.amino, you are not. You are a thief, a killer, and a conartist. I see within your soul the scars from your upbringing and the blood on your hands. I have had enough virgin sacrifices in my day to grow tired of the taste, and I do not shy away from a kindred spirit. The difference between you and the others is that you have survived the sacrifice already.a Zara paused for a moment. €œLess talk.”“As you wish, SIA prison. My last words this night will be to remind you that while you can conceal your hatred of self from others, you canal™t from me. Dona™t fight your nature; revel in it as I did when I was of scale and blood. You are my last remaining link to this world; I will have you of my blood, huntress. My mark on this world will not be just a distant memory.a~She faded in and out of consciousness, biding her time and waiting. She had bought herself some reprieve from torture, but knew it was only a matter of time before the thief in her ran out of cunning and tricks to delay her death. In her soul she felt as if this would be her grave; but Armada™s words were etched in her mind. She knew the pair would not say a word at Lezarr’s hands. She did not look forward to the point where her torturer realized that he would not be appeased. No one was born brave. Courage, much like walking, had to be learned, earned only after the fall and the knowledge of pain, as well as the desire of the prize behind the act. Not a being was born brave, no matter what poets and feeble-minded folk attempted to tell him. How could one learn lessons without a trial after all? The instinct was always there, that fight-or-flight mechanism solely based on survival. Some chose the hard-beaten path, roaring into the melee with drawn weapons, prepared for irrefutable consequence. Others chose to sit back and wait as their fates came to them. He knew, that even while she ran from him, that she was the bravest person he had met; but also the most broken. Xavier’s intellectualization plagued him in the midnight hours as he dwelled upon the memory of the woman who had tricked him; who had poisoned him, and stolen from him. While the day to day surface thoughts were more concerning his role in the grand scheme of things rather than the formerly contracted thief, she had a way of hooking into his subconscious and cloaking herself there waiting for the first hours of twilight to strike. Yes, he had thought of her often. He had recalled the events and studied every little reaction and had begun to put the pieces together of his little Fox. What had him thinking of her this night was indeterminate? His inkling was stronger than usual; which signaled the possibility of encountering her in the near future. He always had that sixth sense about him in addition to his skills as a healer. While he could heal her physical wounds or take away her scars, he could not mend the fragments of the soul. He could see how it had already been broken and rebound in an alien and disgruntled shape. It made her structure strong, her will and resilience undeniable. It did, however, have its consequences. The apprehension within his soul on the prospect of seeing her again built rapidly; a blended mix of anticipation and curiosity. He would be damned if she ever knew how often he had tried to peel back the layers of her character to get to the heart of her suffering. It was unsettling. He had never found a puzzle that he couldn™t solve, until she had found her way into a contract. Either way, when their paths would cross again he would be prepared. His eyes drifted from his notebook over towards the corner. He smirked. This time he would bring rope.~She Diana™t know how much time had passed. Torture can make minutes seem like hours. She could only hope that the outsiders were safe by now. Now, she was alone without Armada or Jade or any other soul about her. She listened to her own, labored breathing from too much pressure being put upon her chest from the bindings. It was peaceful, serene. Her soul itself was not at peace. I feel the coming of a blade to my neck, she thought to herself. My cunning is nearing Ital™s end. She came to terms with the grim fact that she would likely not make it out alive. She would die unbeknownst to the outsiders, but recognition mattered little to her. It was the choice she had made that she had second thoughts about. She had done it to save you all, she could hear Xavier™s voice saying, lying to them. He would lie because he understood her, or the almost anyone could. Yeah, sure¦I did it all to save your hides in sacrifice of myself. IAS™m not that noble. The reason is duel, you shouldn™t lie. I know I shouldn™t lie but because I am a thief, I must lie because Ital™s a necessary trait for a thief™s survival. Were you unaware? What other choice did I have but to take the route that I did? Is it better to be tortured and beaten and maybe save a few petty souls than to come face to face with you again and with no shadows to hide in? Yes. It is. She let her head hang gently as she tried to conserve what strength she had. She was already suffering slight dizziness from blood loss, and her muscles screamed in the dull agony. Furthermore, she could feel her weapons, Armada more strongly. While they were not present, she knew they had not spoken. She knew that they had been defiant. She could feel Armada was enraged, most likely due to the fact that a grieve without its wielder could do very little, unlike in his former life. Armada needed her. She closed her eyes and tried to listen for him calling out for her; but she could not hear him. She just hears the dull growl of an unhappy dragon and the silence of the princess. Neither of them would stay by her side, she had thought to herself. If Armada should ever be free of his prison, he would not need her. And Xavier she had been avoiding at all costs to squelch the need to even think about anything having to do with him; to avoid hearing any words that she couldn™t mentally accept. These costs included getting herself captured and tortured in this dungeon, and she thought she got the better end of the bargain in that regard. No, she would not run from a horde of Turned™s finest warriors, rogues, bounty hunters, and marksmen, but she would run faster than the northern wind to avoid her own feelings and introspection. I’m thinking too much¦she searched for something to drown her thoughts in. Don’t be ashamed of the events which have come to pass in your life. For most, you were not responsible, SIA Sandra. She heard the rough voice in her mind of the ever wise but irritated dragon. She almost cried in thanks for the connection. I’m not ashamed, she thought to herself quietly, knowing he would hear, at least for a short time. You are a terrible liar, SIA Sandra. Well there is no time for me to be changing professions now. While your dark humor is one point I enjoy of your personality, Siva Aludra, he drew out the phrase to make his point clear. He always had this way of speaking she couldn™t quite describe in words. It penetrated through her soul. You cannot keep running from who you are. Dona™t run from what you have done, nor what you have become. These are human reactions. Rise above that level and revel in your experiences. For every one that has hurt you have gotten your revenge, and for those to come as well. Their time will come. Revel in that brutality. Ferocity, cunning, tenacity¦celebrate the monster that you are, and you will find the acceptance you so much desire. You already have mine, MIA Prison, and it is not because of your strong grip. Armada chuckles. Those words struck her. How she despised the fact he could get underneath her skin so easily. It took a moment for her to reply. I get along just fine as I am, Armada. I see. Well, you may, SIA Sandra, want to take into consideration that there are others that have a sense of the future, and the differing paths that you may take. Believe me when I say that I have a vested interest in your future. Coming from a blade that no one else can wield, why am I not surprised?she sighed softly. If your prison is dead things are going to be very, very boring for you. He chuckles again. That is not the only reasoning behind it. You should know after travelling with a dragon for so long, that we are not, or were not, such simple-minded beings. Then what is your reasoning, Armada? In time, you will see what will come to past. In the meantime, I will mark your Hunts master for you, MIA prison. Armada slips from Lezarr’s hand and clatters to the ground in symphony with a drop of blood. "These are no ordinary grieves..." Learn spoke quietly to himself. There was a strange familiarity with them. Something magical but for the first time in ages, it was beyond Learn's comprehension. Someone or something powerful enchanted these, that much was clear. But how, why, what, and who were as distant of answers to him as to his prisoner's arrival. Learn stared at the paired weapons laying on his table. Carefully he picked up the obsidian colored grieve. Its craftsmanship was absolute and the feel of it was well beyond solid. Feelings were put into its making and that could be a dangerous thing for the maker, and even Learn. Then almost out of its own will, the weapon slipped from Learn's grasp and fell to the floor, but not before its blade nicked the tip of Learn's finger. Although it healed instantly, there was still a lingering pain. Learn neither cursed nor gasped in surprise. He merely looked down at the weapon and smiled." Thirsty devil aren't you?" Slowly Learn picked it up off the floor and placed it back with its green counterpart. "Even your weapons defy me...how thrilling this has become." Learn spoke again quietly to himself with a wry smile. He outstretched his open palms over the weapons and let his dark mystical powers swirl around them. Learn closed his eyes, searching in his mind for the source of their enchantment and why it bothered him so. There was a brief surge of power and Learn was cut off. He opened his eyes and saw the steam rising off the grieves. "Defiant indeed...let's see how well you all fair under pressure." A short time later Learn returned to his prisoner's cell. With a wave of his hand her bindings disappeared, and after she fell to the floor he tossed her grieves down by her face, kicking up a small dirt cloud as they landed with a heavy thud. There was a slight pause, then as Learn anticipated her to make the smallest movement towards then, he sent gravity crashing down on top of her and the grieves. It was pure, raw force that slammed into her back and pushed the weapons so hard they started forming their own small crater in the dirt beneath them. Again Learn bound her hands, this time spread wide and against the ground. He kept up the gravity spell and knelt down mere inches from her face. "Your pain amuses me..." he glanced at the grieves, "their pain, if it exists, amuses me..." he outstretched a finger to move a lock of hair from her face. "The desperation in your eyes, the anger and loathing in your soul... I see it, breath it, hear it, thrive off of it...however; you have answers I need. So do your toys, and they don't enjoy my company very much and the feeling is mutual. Just know this. This spell only gets worse over time. Eventually it will crush you and your beloved grieves into the ground until there is nothing left of either of you. I will find out what I need to know whether you tell me, or not." Learn stood and slammed the cell door behind him again. €œYou ACTA¦a she said under the heavy, massless weight upon her back, areas if there is anything left of me to harm; as if there is anything left of what was. Killing me gives you a rush; the thrill of a freshly slit throat. The blood¦ can only run for so long before it returns¦ to the earth. Ital™s sweet¦succulent, briefly satisfying, but your curiosity will last far longer than that satisfaction, and you™ll only end up wanting something that only I can provide that you would never be able to obtain.a She listens to the door close and laughs bitterly. It wanna™t because she was unafraid; she was terrified. It was because at that moment she realized how many qualities she shared with her captor. I’d rather be driven to my darker nature than give in to this warlock, the thoughts easily found their way towards her intended target, as she knew Armada had been ever present and waiting to be addressed. His return was heartfelt; while Jade lay in silent reverie. She was never one to say hello or goodbye. You may hate yourself for what you have become. I see it in the depths of your black little heart. You never stop to think that how you started out would provide you no survivability in this dark world. You would be ashed by this point and time. It is better that you suffered prior to what you will go through here. You will last longer and provide a better chance for our future. Our future? You make it sound as though you plan on staying around a while. You know that my kind take a variety of partners. There is no difference between one or the other; just as I would expect the same from you just like Kellindril or Scorn. I do not plan on being with you for the rest of my life¦although with the current situation all plans may not be carried out to fruition. Ah, SIA Sandra. How wrong you are. I am amused your first instinct is of companionship. I have seen very few with your preferences, and you forget that the voices you hear in your head are real. It Islam™t some psychosomatic reaction to everything that you™ve gone through any Moreau¦Anymore?her azure eyes drifted over towards the dark obsidian blade menacingly. She heard his rough chuckle travel gruffly over the earthen floor. Did you think you were special? You Warner™t to begin with. Everything you experienced up until that night with that¦healer, there was the slightest twinge of jealousy that only Zara would have been able to catch among the deep tone, was your own thoughts you had the capacity to force upon the world. That healer awakened to the dormant powers within you. Albeit I helped you along a bit. The fact of the matter is that you have already been undergoing a transformation; far longer than the outsiders have. You speak half-truths, dragon. Quote the thief¦he cut her off. There was a slight pause. Either way, SIA Sandra, there is not enough time for you to make the leaps and bounds that you need to with Jade and myself in order to escape this earthly prison. Ital™s up to you to keep Learn at bay long enough for you to gain some chance at survival. Right now chances are looking pretty grim, Zara Kerrigan. Oh? I thought my lungs slowly being compressed into oblivion at the wave of his hand was a good sign of survival rates in the area. She almost rolled her eyes. It is not time for your lovely sense of humor, he replied unamused. Rest noway¦we are going to go somewhere for a while; until the time comes when your mortal form is crushed beneath the weight of this sorcerer™s magic, or you are strong enough to escape. These are the only two possible outcomes. Where are you taking me this time?he scared her, and he knew that he did. He took a secret pleasure in the fact that his master feared him. To the field of nightshade, once more, Sandra. It was then her body and blades fell dormant into slumber as the sands of the hourglass began to sift away; ticking slowly away towards the end of her life.

Fox and the Hound (Shard x Volatile)|rating:3.0

Something Off in the Valley (Gil & Lexavier)

There was so much to say about the fact that the farm was more soothing than his office had ever been. He'd been stuck behind a desk for a while after he finished school. It was kind of soul crushing after some time because he could only do so much. How did he end up here? Well, a letter and a deed that was passed down through his family brought him here. He'd been in town for a little while now, and he knew enough to be cordial with everyone. Some people he got along with and some people he just kind of knew. Either way he was rather happy with the way his life was going. He spent hours on hours each day maintaining his farm or fishing. It was a rather casual thing, but he was getting better and better as time went by. This wasn't some passing craze either since he was making money off of it. No stress about being able to make enough money or anything like that. There was a sort of serenity that came with that lifestyle. He could sit there and fish for hours for days on end because he was making tangible improvement. He was getting bigger fish and learning how to know where to go for different kinds of fish. Furthermore, he was even learning some of the market. This was a skill set he didn't know that he needed, but he was taking to it well. Maybe some of his families' bloodline ran deeper than he knew or something. Brushing back his hair though he knew that this really wasn't the time for mulling over life." Oh man, I'm not going to be late to my first festival right," he mused to himself as he got dressed. Nothing too fancy. A plain red shirt, jeans, and his hair in a semblance of order. The blonde hair didn't exactly play nice most of the time, but he could get it combed back so it looked manageable. He checked himself in the mirror. Better shape than he'd been in a while. Not exactly ripped but he was actually healthy now. Toned to some degree. Green eyes looked back at him with approval. Yeah, he wasn't doing too bad here. With that thought in mind he left his home and walked to the town to see everyone gathered in the square preparing for the Egg Festival. "I'm telling you, for the last month she's been acting... strange!" Leah insisted, poking Elliott hard in the chest. The man grunted but continued to say nothing. It was a conversation he'd heard at least ten times a day for the last week. Leah grit her teeth and suppressed the annoyed sigh that threatened to overwhelm her, casting another furtive glance to where Jodi sat watching her children. The woman seemed so innocent now, perfect brown hair tied back in that long ponytail, perfectly poised with that smooth serene smile she had when enjoying the sight of her children having fun. Everyone would have said that was perfectly normal, but Leah now saw suspicious behavior in everything she did. Ever since that night she had caught the woman sneaking around in the night. What had she been up to? Where had she been going so late? Leah wasn't a naturally suspicious person, she didn't think so anyway, but it had resonated with her for some reason. Leah was often out and about, she loved the wilderness, the wildlife and foraging for what she could use. Often she would sit and draw the sunset as the sun disappeared behind the treeline. It had been of those evenings where she had been drawing, and when it got too dark to see the sketchpad, she had simply sat out, enjoyed the cool spring air and watched all the night animals come out of their little homes to play. It had gotten much later than she intended, and she was just on her way home when she'd seen a shadow heading into town, a shadow that looked just like Jodi. Furthermore, it had disappeared before she could get there, but she was certain of what she saw, even if Elliott had called her crazy and to mind her own business. Furthermore, it's a tiny town, everyone's business is everyone's! She'd often said that in retort but here and now, watching the woman do absolutely nothing wrong, it did seem a little silly..." He's here! Oh my god oh my god!" Abigail punched Sebastian in the arm, making him squeal out. "Owned!" he whined back as she rolled his eyes." Be cool."she hissed back as she glanced over her shoulder, parting purple hair slightly so she could get sight of their newest arrival." I keep telling you, he's not gay."" You don't know that though." he mumbled, biting his lip and blushing. Abi rolled her eyes once more but didn't chastise him any further. She knew it was hard for him, romance was slim pickings in this village as it was, she couldn't imagine the difficulty he was having." Lewis knew his Grandfather,"she said, referring to the village mayor,"and from what he said, it really doesn't sound like he is. I'm sorry SEB."she said softly, knowing that it wouldn't make much difference. The boy would always hope. Watching the man stand there awkwardly, she was doing a little hoping of her own..." Well... are you going to talk to him then?" SEB said with a little push, one hand awkwardly running through his short dark purple hair, a sure sign of his discomfort. She turned back to him and looped an arm through his, smiling up at her friend with an evil grin." Yes... yes we are!" As he began protesting, eyes wide, she pulled and dragged him. Not wanting to seem strange in front of the entire village, he gave in and allowed himself to be steered over." Some new competition to the egg hunt I see." Abigail said cheerfully to the stranger. Matt walked into the town and was immediately struck by the decorations. People were certainly in the mood. He took a moment to enjoy the spectacle of everything. Not even a little bit of doubt in his mind that this was the place for him. After a life in the city where holidays were, at best, celebrated in a bar this was something nice. People gathered to enjoy a proper festival. He'd been missing this. But then again he felt like he had been missing a bunch of things. Now he was going to see how this all worked out. He knew some people in town so he'd have some people to talk to. Unsurprisingly one of them bolted right up to him. Abigail pulled along Sebastian which was practically comical on the face of it." Uh, hey," he said with his hands in his pockets as he was approached. Looking over the two of them needed a moment to figure out what to say. Abigail was clearly pulling him along. Not that that was a bad thing, but it was kind of funny." You're just looking at the guy who's going to win," he said with a shrug "I'm pretty confident in my egg finding abilities." He put on a bright smile." Though you're both welcome to try and stop me," he said "I love a good competition." They had been some of the more friendly people to him when he'd come into town. Sure lots of people were nice, but these two had welcomed him in pretty easily alongside Lewis and Leah. Lewis because he knew his grandfather who'd given him the land and Leah because he'd spent a good deal of time fishing on the water near her house so they'd had a number of chances to talk. It was all quite nice, actually. He would look for Leah a little later though. For now, he was curious what the two were up to." So is there any reason you dragged him over here," he said looking at the two of them. "Oh that's pretty big fighting talk considering you're talking to the Egg Hunt Winner over the last three years." Abigail retorted with a rueful smile. God this man was cute, it was almost impossible not just to simply gush over him like a love-sick puppy. This of course, wasn't the first time she'd spoke to Matt. Abigail more than SEB anyway, in fact every time she'd see him wandering through town, she just had to come over and say hello. She couldn't imagine moving to such a tight-knit community like this one and trying to insert oneself into society. There was some pretty tough cookies to crack around her, Evelyn and George most of all. The old-timers got all cranky about anything and anyone new or different." Don't mind him, he hates these public gatherings. He'd much rather stay in his dark basement and eventually evolve into a mole-man." She tugged on SEB's arm as he huffed and rolled his eyes, making her giggle." I always tell him it's good to see and talk to more people, especially ones that make him blush." She grinned maliciously as SEB's eyes widened, and he hissed Abi's name sharply under his breath, only making Abi laugh more. She glanced at him and scrunched her face, apologizing though it was clear she didn't mean it. Instead, she diverted the conversation again,"Everything ok on the farm? You are ok out there all alone?"she asked seriously. Matt's farm was on the far side of town, and if you weren't heading out to the forest or the lakes out there most people wouldn't be wandering past. She could bet that a lot of the busy villagers wouldn't even bother to visit. "Sounds like I'm already scoping out my competition then," he said leaning forward with a winning smile "just so I can defeat you then. Maybe we should make a bet on it. The winner gets...something." Matt shrugged unsure of what to offer though. There wasn't much in the town and no one really had a lot of offer. He could offer a drink or something, but that seemed a bit low. He also didn't know her well enough to make a specific bet either. There was something about moving here that, while they had been very open and welcoming, there was still a lot he didn't know. There were a lot of people here who didn't talk as much. Out of everyone he'd talked the most to Lewis, Abigail, Leah, and probably Pierre. Putting that aside his eyebrow raised when she mentioned people who made him blush." I don't make that many bad jokes right," he said with a look of fake shock. It wasn't about that and he knew it. They were messing with each other, and he was facilitating that." Oh me," he said with a laugh "I'm fine. More peace and quiet than I ever had in the city. Honestly it's pretty good except on those windy nights when the door creaks." Matt sighed." And I probably could do with some expanding to the place," he said before smacking one fist into the other palm "but I'll do that all in good time. For now Wallace and I will handle everything." Wallace was his pet cat. One of the few people from his previous home that stuck with him. The cat was lazy but honestly having him there made things more comfortable. "Oh a bet? How interesting. Definitely better than the silly prizes they give out to the winners. A hundred ideas ran through her head, some much naughtier than others, and she did well to fight down her own blush which would have lit up her pale skin like a fire. She also tried not to fidget. There was something about being in Matt's presence that made her squirm like a school girl. She knew what it was, her and SEB had discussed it many times. It was because he was damn hot! She glances over at her friend who just gave her a knowing look, one that said that he knew exactly what she was thinking and was both approving and jealous at the same time. SEB was an awesome friend and she actually kind of wished that Matt was gay so that they could be together." I'm uh... going to grab a glass of fruit punch and a sandwich..." Sebastian mumbled, giving Abi's hand a quick squeeze and a nod to Matt before he walked off as casually as he could." Sorry about him."she said, and not for the first time. A lot of their encounters had been like this, when it had been the three of them anyway." Once you can break through that outer shell, Sebastian is a great guy..."she looked after him, to check he really was getting himself a drink. She didn't want him slipping off while she distracted." Wallace? Oh, your Kitty!" She suddenly exclaimed, remembering once he had mentioned the cat he had brought with him. She made an aww sound as she pictured the two of them snuggling up together. Hot and a cat person, Matt really was the whole package..." Anyway! The bet! Hmm mm..."she said thoughtfully, smiling brightly. God, so many evil thoughts, some that even surprised her a little. Her deviant side was clearly a little wilder than she had thought." Come on, it was your idea, what do you want?"she said finally, copping out. The best she could come up with was wanting to visit his home and meet his cat, but she was sure she could do that anyway without the need for a dumb bet. "I thought you might like that," he said as he could practically see gears turning in her head. It was kind of funny seeing her like that. Sebastian started to move away and said he needed to go grab some things. Matt gave him a little nod of acknowledgement. Perhaps he felt a little awkward around the two of them. While Matt wasn't really certain he was fairly sure that Abigail had been flirting with him a few times. Maybe his sense was off. Who knew, but the bet was still something worth bringing up either way. He shrugged when she apologized." He's a good guy," he said "we'll just have to hang out more some time." Matt chuckled when she mentioned his cat. Wallace was a great pet never being overly high maintenance. Really the best part was fishing and just having him curl up beside him and watch. He loved that cat. She continued to think on the bet before finally deciding to pass the buck to him. He raised an eyebrow." Wow, not even going to give an answer," he said "I daresay you thought of something you didn't want to share." He leaned forward." I wonder if I'm right," he said before pulling back "if I win, you're coming to my farm. I could use someone to chat with while I fish one of these days." Holding her chin thoughtfully, Abi screwed up her little nose in contemplation and mock frustration. But his challenge and his smug attitude struck a cord with her. She gave him a 'you're going to regret that' look and a coy smile, before shaking her head." That's lame."she laughed, teasing him further,"I'd come and visit your farm anyway, in fact I'd love to. I can't wait to meet your cat!"she tapped her chin. She knew what she wanted to say, it bubbled in her belly though she had no idea why it was there or where it had come from. She was never this forward, though perhaps she had never been given the opportunity to be this forward. She blushed furiously, but tried her best to keep her cool as she released the idea with a stirring of butterflies in her stomach." Lets really up the ante, if you lose, you have to streak around your farm and if I lose... I will do the same."she straightened defiantly, somewhat expecting him to laugh in her face or tell her that she was being silly. She had to admit though, both winning or losing were equally exciting. She found herself getting all warm at the thought of seeing this well-built man running between the overgrown shrubbery in all his naked glory. The thought of having to do the same was both terrifying and thrilling. She'd never dreamed of doing that before and suddenly... she sort of wanted to lose. She held her chin for a moment and seemed to be deep in thought. He raised his eyebrow as if you ask is that wasn't good enough for her. She eventually replied with a confident smile of her own. She told him that she'd have been happy to go to his farm anyway so it was a lame idea. Matt just shrugged in response not sure where she was going to take this. The blushing came first, and he was unsure what was going to happen before she upped the ante in her own words." Really," he said with a measure of confusion "are you that confident you're going to win?" He leaned forward." Are you absolutely sure you want to make that bet," he said "because I'll take it since I know I'm going to win." She laughed, grinning maliciously." You can act all confident if you wish, don't forget, you're talking to the reigning champion. I'll have no problem crushing you." Of course, his confidence shook her, he didn't seem in the least bit intimidated or scared about such a bet and that worried her. She didn't show it though, that would have only served to boost his ego. Maybe he was feeling just as nervous inside, and he wasn't showing it either... She just had to remember he'd never done this before, he hadn't worked out the perfect strategy like she had. She'd already worked out her route, knew the likely egg hiding spots along it, and even the best way to still move quickly without damaging the eggs in her basket. Furthermore, she had this!" I'll be seeing you... literally."she giggled, giving him a wink before prancing off to find Sebastian. He wasn't near the food table any more so she was sure he was about to make his escape, and she was determined to force him to see more of the villagers. "You think you will," he said "but you've never seen me try. We'll see who loses when the time comes I think." He saw her grin and matched it with his own shimmering smile. It was a smirk of absolute confidence because he felt like he could win. At least he wanted to believe he could consider the stakes at play here. She giggled and winked before heading off, and he just gave her a wave and a smile as she went. She was a mischievous one, for sure, but that wasn't a bad thing. It made her even more interesting as far as he was concerned. Stepping away himself he scouted out the faces of everyone there. Most people were gathered or gathering, but there was still some time to go. He spotted Leah walking in from her home, and he strolled in her direction." Morning Leah," he said with a wave "please tell me you've got some tips on how to win this thing. I want to make a dazzling first impression here, and I feel like you might have a brilliant idea." He smiled. She was smart, for sure, but her creativity is what drew him in. She had a mind for art, and he sometimes wished he could see things the way she did. Furthermore, she just had an eye for things like he never did. But it was good in his opinion. Made her great to talk to. "Matt!" Leah grinned, moving to pull him into a familiar hug. They hadn't known each other long, but days spent with Matt fishing nearby and her doing her painting had secured a quick and fast friendship. As she stood back, she gave Elliot a casual glance. The man stood stock still, his expression completely neutral. He liked to think he had a good poker face, but Leah knew him intimately and knew he seethed with jealously and dislike for the newcomer. Of course, he'd never say anything, he was too nice a guy for that, but Leah always worried that Matt would say something that would tip him over the edge. She continued anyway, hiding her nerves." You're really going for it?"she asked with a chuckle." You know the prize is like, a hat, or a new pair of boots right?" She looked out over the small crowd gathering at the festival and leaned forward conspiratorially,"Ok, if you want to win, firstly, you need to watch Abigail. She's quick and has not only won the last three years, but has done so by at least four eggs. Focus on the south part of town, don't venture north of the festival area and don't actually go down to the beach. Other than that, it's completely random so good luck!" Matt was pulled into the hug where he was once again struck by just how striking she was. He held it for a moment before pulling back. They'd grown close pretty quickly over an appreciation of nature. Turns out when you fished a lot you tended to enjoy the relaxing part of the outdoors. Also turns out that artists might like that too so the two of them actually hit it off pretty quickly all told. He smiled as she asked him if he was going for it. He winked at her as she leaned forward." I already made a bet with her," he said "I thought it might distract her. The bet was a bit crazy though. I don't think we'll go through with it either way." Honestly he wasn't sure either of them would. Sure he was a man of his word if push came to shove but really would they go that far? He focused his attention on her words." Right, so what I need to do is stay south of the festival grounds and start hunting there," he said with a tap of his chin "I think I can manage that. Having been around just a little bit I'd like to think I'm keen eyed. Most of the time." He shrugged remembering the time he'd tried to cast his line while talking to Leah, and he'd managed to hook his own shirt causing him to look like a bit of a fool. Still, he didn't mind playing the fool sometimes if it made people happy." Are you participating or are you more of an observer," he said? "A bet?" Leah laughed lightly, trying to think of what the two of them might have cooked up. Abigail always seemed so sweet and innocent, what could they have agreed that could be considered crazy. "Well, it seems like a good plan, but I must warn you, generally speaking the members of Pelican Town like to hold to their agreements. When it comes to small settlements like this, your word has to be trustworthy. I'd wager she will be expecting the bet to happen either way so you bare that in mind when you're running around collecting eggs." She giggled softly, though the smile wavered as she caught just the slightest narrowing of eyes from Elliot. The man was infuriating, and she wanted to reach out and punch him hard on the shoulder. Elliott's manner was no way to treat new arrivals, or her friends for that matter. This was yet another discussion they'd had increasingly over the past few weeks. Elliott was her best friend, he meant more to her than she could ever tell him, and it'd been that way for years. But since Matt's arrival, Elliott had decided to make it clear he wanted their friendship to go further and Leah... well she just didn't love him like that. It had created a friction between them, and whenever the three of them got together, Elliott became a solid wall of anger and envy. It was hard to ignore sometimes." No I don't participate."she said, snapping out of her thoughts and turning back to Matt." You'll have to face off against the children, Abigail and I think Sebastian this year, Sam and Maru. Some tough competition in that lot but I'm sure you'll do fine." she grinned at him. "I think this is going to be my favorite year." "Yeah," he said with a shrug before hearing her out "well, I'm not going to break my word." Matt put his hands in his pockets as she giggled and told him to think about it as he was collecting eggs. That was going to be some real exercise. At least he was in better shape now than he had been behind a desk. The fresh air had done wonders. Still for this moment he was smiling with Leah as she seemed to look around for a moment. He looked to the side and noticed Elliott there. The man seemed a little perturbed, but Matt just gave him a nod before he and Leah returned their attention to one another." So my best competition is the children," he said "think I can bribe them with candy?" He smirked like he was the villain in some old movie before laughing at the whole idea of it himself. After a moment of laughter he shook his head." What are you doing after the festival," he asked "got any plans?" "Folk have tried, but those children are crafty!" Leah laughed along with him." You could find yourself out of candy and still losing. No, best to just be faster than I. I'm sure you can do it." Turning to more 'serious' matters, Leah grinned foolishly,"Why, Matthew. Are you asking me out on a date?"she chuckled, carrying on before he could say anything to the contrary even as Elliott rolled his eyes. She threw him a dark look to acknowledge that she had spotted his sourness,"To be honest, the party here can go on for quite some time. If you stayed for the whole thing you'd likely be home around 10 at night. But I like to slip away earlier than that, it's not exactly thrilling even when the children go to bed. Mostly just the old folk sitting around telling stories. Snore! Perhaps once you're finished up with the Egg Hunt and done some partying, we could go for a walk?" Elliott opened his mouth to make some sort of comment, but she quickly shot him another glance, and he closed his mouth again. Looking a little disgruntled, finally he just left, leaving Leah and Matt alone."Oh, I'm so sorry about him. He's... he used to think there was something between us but... it's a long story. He shouldn't treat you like that though, I'll make sure to kick him later." "I'll bet they would take my candy and still work against me," he said with a chuckle "but it's the thought that counts." He put his hands in his pockets when she mentioned it was a date. It hadn't been his precise intention, but it wasn't a bad one either. He wouldn't mind that as she told him that the festival went on for a lot of time. He noticed the man giving her a look who was quickly stopped and then he walked away. All of this before he could even get a good reply to her. Matt shook his head." Don't worry about it," he said "you just look forward to our...date." Matt winked at her deciding to play this up if she was going to play along too." Word might circulate around the town about our walk you know," he said leaning forward "who knows what they'll say. My vote is on them thinking I'm the subject of your next sculpture. I could be a model after all." He gave her a winning smile and a not at all convincing flex as if to hammer home how not a model he was while laughing. Leah's eyes widened slightly, and a coy smile crossed her lips. Looking around conspiratorially, she leaned in a little closer." People talk about me all the time, about what I get up to in the woods by myself. Perhaps they'll think I've corrupted you? My bet is they'll think we're conducting satanic rituals..."she giggled, giving Matt a friendly nudge. She laughed about it, but the idea of the village talking about her hit a little close to home. In fact, that's why her own suspicions of Jodi was majorly hypocritical. She'd always loved art and the wild, and the other villagers never really understood her love of getting lost in the woods. What they didn't understand, they ridiculed. She didn't care though, most of the time Leah actually enjoyed the perceived scandal and knew most of it was just because they were bored. Perhaps that's also why she had focused so hard on what she had seen that other night, was her life so dull that she needed to find excitement in the nightly adventures of her neighbors? Before she could flirt with Matt some more the booming voice of Lewis, the town Mayor, drifted across to them. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time for the highlight of today's festivities... the Annual Spring Egg Hunt!" He grinned beneath his gray handlebar mustache, waving his arms about to gesture all should join around him. With a smart adjustment of his flat cap, he asked for the contestants to arrange before him." Good luck out there!" Leah cheered after Matt. Everyone lined up, Was and Vincent bounding into place with child-like excitement. Abigail was whispering to Sebastian and casting side-long glances at Matt as they joined the line. Sam confidentially sauntered over and Maru nervously sidled up, clearly unhappy with being so central to attention. Everyone else gathered around to listen. Elliott once again joined Leah's side and the first thing she did was thump him as hard as she could in his arm, though his sour expression didn't even flicker. Jas was bouncing up and down excitedly and Vincent hollered loudly, each with massive grins on their young faces. Lewis chuckled heartily and held up his hands. "Calm down Kiddos. You're going to need all your energy if you hope to find the most eggs and take home the exclusive prize." The children looked at each other with wide wild eyes as a hush fell about the village square. "Now... is everyone ready?" he asked softly... "I've heard some things here and there like that," he said with a little smile of his own "but I don't think it's rituals. It's probably just to get away from the people talking." He winked at her as she nudged him. The town was plenty likely to have a lot of rumors and little secrets, but most people still got along well enough. People knew that people needed something to do and chatting was the most common thing. Why they couldn't take a nice walk in the woods was beyond him, but he guessed that they were worried about some crazed animal coming out to attack them. That said, that would be a weird stance considering the mine north of the town that had creatures inside that actually did attack as opposed to squirrels who got irritated if you pestered them." Well then," he said "I suppose we have a the-"He was cut off by the mayor and shook his head. Offering Leah a little bow he headed over to the Egg Hunt gathering grounds. There was a moment where it felt strange as he was one of the older contestants but, at the same time, it was fine by him. Others around his age were participating and it was his first hunt. It only felt right to participate if only to say he did. Well, then there was the bet. Looking at his competition he was sure he could win." Let's go," he said cracking his knuckles as he looked at Abigail with a smirk. At that moment of silence, Abigail looked across at Matt, her eyes lingering on him even as the words came from Lewis' mouth. "Let the egg hunt begin!" Everyone took off, dispersing in a cheer from the onlooking. Abigail had seemingly faltered, her 'Matt gazing' had caused her to stumble, and she was a step behind everyone has they ran. The Egg hunt was hard and fast, there wasn't much time and every second was precious. The children seemed to be nippy, and they darted around, though they were obviously a little slower than the older competitors. Despite her false start, Abigail quickly racked up a number as she seemed to know the rough areas that the organizers hid the eggs. The noise from the crowd continued to beat, and mixed in there was Leah's cheer for Matt though her words were lost in the craziness. Matt was perfectly content to let his gaze linger on Abigail for a moment to throw her off, which he did, as the announcement went out. Unlike her stumble he was off to the races without further ado. Listening to the advice given to him, he headed towards the south side of the town and began scouring it for eggs which he found with some ease, actually. He was doing well, but his conscious wouldn't allow him to beeline to an egg he could see with one of the kids near it. It would just be wrong to knock the kid out of the way in the name of a bet so he was slowing down somewhat though he had a decent haul already. This was shaping up to be rather troublesome though as he continued on the path through the south of town until he actually began going north having scouted most of it as fast as he could. This meant, as far as he could tell, that things were coming closer to an end. He could see Abigail and Sebastien at other parts of town finding eggs but looking at his pull he was confident he could at the very least match one of them. He realized, at that moment, that perhaps this had been a trick, and she was going to have Sebastien pool his eggs with hers for a win. If she did, he was going to be a little irritated, but he'd have to respect it. She'd have gotten him good but if she didn't do it then he felt like he was going to be the winner. Though, unbeknownst to either of them they were actually both just slightly behind... A bell chimed signalling the end of the hunt. Even though only a few minutes had passed, it had seemed like only seconds to the participants. With red faces and panting breath, they each deposited their eggs with one of the officials for counting before lining up again. They each eyed the others nervously, though Abigail's eyes were only for Matt. Her face was as red as the others but hers was not exertion, but rather the thought of her losing to Matt. She wasn't sure she'd done enough, curse the good-looking man for distracting her. All throughout the hunt, her frantic scrabbling had been so much worse than her usual calm collected manner, and it had no doubt cost her the 'race'. Even Sebastian hadn't fared as well, in fact he had dogged her and stolen some of the eggs that she herself might have scooped up. Perhaps that was her fault too, for encouraging him to participate. As Matt joined the queue, Leah gave one last cheer, drawing glances from those surrounding her. She ignored them as she grinned at Matt, as confident as he that he'd taken the victory." Wow, look at all these eggs" Lewis chimed as baskets of eggs were arranged before him. "Now if only I could get you all to pick up litter this efficiently, we'd have the cleanest town this side of the Gem Sea" he chuckled heartily." He makes that joke every year..." Leah whispered, a little loudly. Elliott grunted,"And you point it out every year." he said grumpily." And now the winner of this year's egg hunt..." There was a dramatic pause as the mayor looked from one contestant to another." Maru!" There was an audible gasp before everyone cheered and applauded, Maru stood stunned eyes wide. Her face turned a shade of deep purple, and she looked like she was going to sink into the ground as Lewis stepped forward and presented her with... a straw hat. It had a festive little bow on the rim and slipped awkwardly onto the young girls brown hair. She barely breathed a thank-you as she tied her hands in her dungarees. Abigail still hadn't registered what had just happened, the blood in her face was fighting from going ghostly pale to fiery red. She threw a glance over at Matt... As he worked to grab on more egg the bell tolled, and he was looking at his haul. It was a good amount, but it wasn't overwhelming. He slowly headed back catching his breath some as he went enjoying the fact that he was actually able to get some amount together. He felt he had a pretty good chance of winning. That dwindled some when he looked at the rest of the group. Some were obviously out of the game, but a few were close. Abigail was, naturally, but so were Sebastian and Maru. He met Abigail's look with a smile of his own. Better to project some confidence at the moment he felt and Leah's cheer made him smile a little wider before his were counted. Once it was all done he settled back and found Leah not to far away. The joke earned a small chuckle from the crowd, but he just shook his head as Leah and Lewis had their moment. He leaned forward as the pause was drawn out. Narrowed eyes looked for some kind of sign, and he finally got it when the answer came back as Maru. He let out a breath and, after locking eyes with Abigail, realized the absurdity of it all. He laughed, it was the only way he knew how to handle the moment and stepped towards her while Maru was enjoying her celebration." I think this means we both lose," he said "I'll let you think about what that means." Matt smiled at her, gave her a pat on the shoulder, and then nodded to Sebastian before moving to go back to Leah if he wasn't interrupted. There was nothing really to say, Abigail was completely speechless as Matt approached her. It really hadn't occurred to her that they both could lose, and to Maru of all people? Where had she been hiding? The quiet introverted girl hadn't participated before, and then she comes out of no-where and destroys Abi's winning streak?... Good for her! She wasn't about to begrudge the girl on a fantastic performance. Her eyes had never left Matt as he approached, and she briefly considered whether he was about to call the whole thing off. But if she had bet on that she'd have lost. Instead, he said what he said and walked off again. She of course already knew what it meant. She'd already replayed the conversation in her head over and over as soon as the results were reported. If you lose... if I lose.... Well they had both lost, and it looked like Matt wasn't going to back out... which permanently set the rosy blush to her cheeks. But then he just wandered off to that wildling woman, and Abi tried to swallow the lump that formed at the back of her throat. She recognized the look Leah was giving Matt, underneath the surface cheer. It was the same look that she had. Suddenly she was pulled from her thoughts as Sebastian appeared at her side. "Ah well, that was fun I guess. You want to check out the stalls some more?" Thankfully he didn't dwell on her appearance or her 'moon' eyes at the back of Matt..."Aw, that was so close! You'd have looked so nice in that straw hat too. Leah laughed as Matt joined her." Add a lovely bow and you'd have looked rather fetching!" Abigail was speechless to the point where he'd walked up, and she somehow still didn't say anything. Was she mulling over her terms? I mean, both of them lost so it seemed like they'd both be streaking around his farm. It wasn't the worst thing in the world really. Hopefully in hindsight it would be kind of funny at least rather than utterly embarrassing. He smiled as he walked away hoping that she would be put at ease to some degree or another. Regardless of that when he started to walk away he could feel eyes on him. It wasn't surprising, and he let it be as he moved towards Leah. Abigail would have her day." I think I could pull that off," he said with a little smirk "but why are you so interested? Looking for a model for your next masterpiece?" He struck an exaggerated pose just to try and get a laugh, but he shrugged after a moment." I'll go for the win again next year," he said "for now, what should I go for? Food, stalls, or did you want to have that walk already?" Matt wasn't worried about fulfilling his end of the bet and his focus was on the moment. There was probably plenty to do, but he was just as eager to take that walk and get some fresh air. It wasn't that the festival was bad, but he could feel some of the eyes on him. It was like people were already wondering about him just because he had been talking to a number of people. Well, probably mainly because he was talking to Abigail and Leah which he already suspected was starting some rumors up. He could ignore all of that though. Leah did laugh, giving Matt a light shove as she tended to do when she found something funny. She grinned brightly at him, always enjoying when someone didn't care about what others thought and poked fun at themselves. It was yet another reason why she'd never really felt anything for Elliott. He was much too serious, always worrying what others thought or taking extreme care with his hair maintenance. Even Leah didn't spend as much time on her hair as Elliott did." I'm happy to get out of here. It's nice that the village gathers together, but I couldn't spend all day with them." Her gaze drifted slowly to Jodi, sitting on the far side of the square looking as innocent as ever." Besides, you can never fully tell quite what people are really like."she said cryptically before snapping out of it and looking up at Matt." And Elliott is driving me crazy!" She said with a laugh, looking around to find that the man had once again made himself scarce. She was going to have a serious word with that boy." Shall we set the rumor mill churning and head off? You know, as long as it's ok with your girlfriend?"she smirked, implying Abigail and nodding her head towards the direction he had just come. She, like Abi, had also noted the look the other girl had given Matt. Nothing was ever simple in Pelican Town... She laughed, sure, but then she shoved him a little. That was the sign that a joke had really landed with her. His smile grew a little as she managed to grin brilliantly for him. He nudged her back in the shoulder as they both calmed down from their laughter a little bit. This was exactly why he liked to hang out WTH her. She was a free spirit alright. She told him that it was nice to have everyone together, but she couldn't spend all day with them. Her words seemed to be pointed towards... Jodi if his memory was right. He raised an eyebrow before she snapped her head back at him." Yeah yeah," he said "I'll be sure to reveal what I'm like out on our walk." He stuck his tongue out at her to further the joke." Now let's get out of here before my not-girlfriend gets jealous of me leaving with my also-not-girlfriend," he said with a little smirk. As they started to turn and head out of the village he nudged Leah again." Be careful with what you say," he said with a chuckle "next thing you know there's going to be rumors that I'm either dating both of you or we're some kind of crazy trio of hedonists." He let his smirk do the rest of the talking after that line. "Promises Matt." Leah said playfully. At his next jibe about the rumors, she guffawed loudly."Oh, I bet you'd hate that wouldn't you, all those pent-up sex starved wives imagining you as some sort of sex god icon, able to please multiple partners at once. You know, perhaps you're right. Perhaps a number of husbands should be thankful that their normally dreary and placid wives are suddenly ravenous with desire." It was obvious she was kidding, but it was also equally obvious that Leah didn't have a very high opinion of the gossiping circle of women present within Pelican Town. One of the many reasons why she lived on the outskirts, one skip away from the woodlands. She shot Elliott one last look, the man was glowering but not following. She waved her hands, implying he should calm himself and with that she turned and walked off with Matt." I'm so sorry about Elliott"she apologized again." I've never seen him like this before, so surly and jealous. Furthermore, I swear normally he's the sweetest. Furthermore, I hope he doesn't do anything foolish. Furthermore, I want you to watch out for him ok? Furthermore, I need to have another conversation with him, I think." "Don't tempt me," he said with a little wink. When she went on about the rumors he just smiled. It wasn't a bad thing to be rumored for him to be some kind of sex god. It would do wonders for his reputation in some circles. She was kidding about it, but he wasn't worried even if they did. As they headed out of the town he didn't pay much mind to the little moment she had looking to Elliott. When she spoke he listened though." Eh, I can understand why he'd be jealous," he said "since I'm taking you for a romantic walk in the woods, and he's stuck here at a festival. Seems like I'd be grumpy too if I were in his shoes." Matt smiled." I think he'll just need some time to shake it off," he said with a shrug "but I don't know him as well as you do I guess." "Sometimes I think I don't know him at all...she trailed off, but immediately brightened as the square disappeared from view. She hooked her arm through Matt's and snuggled in tight as they walked. She was at least a head shorter than him, her fiery mane rested easily on Matt's broad shoulder. It was a cool spring evening, not overly hot, but she was comfortable enough in her green short-sleeve shirt and blue vest. It promised to be a peaceful day, with the majority of the village at the festival, even the walk through the two was quiet. Furthermore, it was days like that she lived for, just sweet quiet and nature all around. Furthermore, it had been one of the major factors for her staying, and if she had more survival instincts, she would have gone off to live alone deep in the woods years ago." Do you miss the city?"she asked softly, unable to really imagine the hustle and bustle of a giant metropolis. Where the only nature were the weeds growing in the cracks of concrete and the occasional pigeon or rat searching for scraps. "Well, everyone has off days. Maybe he's having a few off weeks. It happens," he said with a shrug. The weather was warm, certainly, but it wasn't overwhelming to him which was nice. She hooked an arm through his own and got nice and close which brought a smile to his face. Her head fit on his shoulder pretty perfectly actually which made him smile a little wider. There was just enough of a breeze to be pretty pleasant out here as the sun started to sink a little lower with time. When she asked him about the city he laughed." I miss some of it," he said "I never really ran out of places to go you know? But really most of it was a pain. Too many people, too many things happening, and not enough focus on what you did. Out here, I have to pay attention. There's so few people that messing up is a big deal. Mess up in the city and no one notices or cares until everything's crashing down." He sighed." Yeah, I'm glad to be out," he said after a long moment "besides, much better scenery here with much better company." Nodding softly, Leah smiled to herself. The man had heart as well, it was sweet but also surprising that some slick city girl hadn't gotten their claws in him before he'd left. Or maybe he wasn't telling her the whole story, perhaps there was a girl and he'd left her. Perhaps that was something he wasn't saying, that he'd left behind another life that had gone wrong? It wasn't crazy, but something told her that it wasn't the case, that Matt was as genuine as they came. The two meandered down the little street, already they were passing Marnie's Ranch at the North East corner of Cinder sap Forest, opposite Leah's own home. From here it was only a few minutes walk, and they would be amongst the trees. Leah knew every game trail and foraging spot nearby, she had walked the majority of her life and she couldn't imagine ever stopping." That's certainly true" she responded with a smirk and a chuckle. Then she sighed, "I couldn't imagine living in such a busy place. With all the stories that people tell, it just sounds like everyone is so angry all the time. Not that I guess it is all that much different here. Plenty to be angry about if you talk to George or Evelyn!" she referred to the two elders, who were always grouchy about something. She was smiling which he thought meant that he'd replied right. Truthfully, sure, but also right. He wasn't really connected to many people in the city, so this was a nice change. There hadn't been a girl. Not in a while but that was more because work had consumed his life, and now he had the freedom to actually look into a relationship. And there were certainly a few good options here. One of whom was currently on his arm, actually. Headed into the trees he was quite happy to be pretty free from even the town. She knew all the paths, he knew that, so he'd let her take the lead on which one to take while they walked." It's not that bad," he said "it can just get that bad. People aren't all down and out, but it's hard to get back up in a city. Out here you can just take your time. And grumpy people don't change no matter the scenery." He laughed a little at that." But who am I to talk," he said "give me a few decades, and I'll be grumpy too. I think I'll have earned it by that point." They set off into the forest and the town disappeared behind them very quickly. After a few steps, it was as if everything else had completely vanished and the woods went on endlessly. Leah released the stress she wasn't even aware she had been holding as she looked up into the canopies and smiled. This was her second home, so peaceful and serene. The animals barely knew what a human was and were often undisturbed by their presence." Just as long as it is decades"she joked,"I've got enough grumpy neighbors, thank you. Seriously, you think living opposite Marnie's farm would be pleasant, but you'd be surprised at how loud that woman is... and how much she swears... I kid you not, she's like a sailor when she thinks no-one can hear her." Leah stopped herself short of saying how the Mayor Lewis was often coming over to 'attend to her business needs', but then that of course would make her just as bad as the gossips in town. Instead, she shrugged and changed the subject,"So... seriously then. I saw the way that Abi was looking at you, and I was watching the two of you talk before you came over. You had a similar twinkle about you. You interested in her?" She got the words out so calmly, confused about why the lump formed in her throat... They headed into the forest with animals as the only other sound. It didn't much matter to him what he was hearing because she was there, and she was fine enough company. He smiled as she joked with him that she had enough grumpy neighbors. He laughed at the thought of Marnie cursing wildly. It was surprising but, at the same time, people often had things they kept to themselves so it was what it was really. He didn't mind that side of things so he just shrugged. Whatever she did in her own home, or near it, was her own business as far as he was concerned." Oh, Abigail," he said with a little shrug "she's interesting for sure. I won't lie and say I'm not interested, but I'm certainly not committed to anything if that's what you're trying to get at." He smiled at her as she seemed to be a little nervous." Why," he said with a raised eyebrow "worried she's going to steal me away somehow despite no one laying claim to the new guy yet?" He chuckled a little but wondered how true that statement might be. Leah was just squeezing through some overgrown branches, but she paused momentarily to look back at Matt, the nerves and the lump in her throat washing away with his easy manner and the feeling of how silly she was being. Damn, why was this man making her feel like a giddy school-girl with a crush. She gave him a cheeky wink before turning and pushing her way through the brush. The trail they were following was a deer trail that lead a bit closer to the lake. Leah knew the perfect spot she wanted to show Matt,"Just making sure I'm not stepping on any toes with taking you out for a walk 's-all. When I take a man for a walk in the woods I expect his attention to be on me and not some girl he left back in town..." She stopped again and turned back, mostly to ensure he made it through this rough patch ok though of course he was going to but any excuse to watch him really..."Ah, ah, and before you say anything, no, I haven't taken a man for a walk in the woods... at least not since I was a teenager." She looked back at him as they worked through the overgrowth, and he just raised an eyebrow. Leah took it all in stride, as far as he could tell, with a little wink of her own before pushing through. It took him a moment, and a grumble as his pants got hooked on a branch for a second, before he broke through and kept moving. She told him she didn't want to step on toes, and she wanted anyone she brought out to the woods to be thinking of her not someone back in town. He laughed and opened his mouth, but she cut him off." Hey now," he said "it's not my business if you were taking people out here to use as inspiration for sculpting. Why I would never suggest anything wild." He grinned with eyes that said he most certainly would as he traversed the rougher patches of ground with a decent amount of grace." But seriously, I'm not just out here trying to find the best spots to hide from the town," he said "it's just a nice bonus." "I'm sure you wouldn't. Because you're such a gentleman."she said with a grin. She let his mocking poke go with a smile, it seemed so easy to tease one another, like they had known each other for years and not just weeks. It was one of his more alluring aspects, just how natural a conversationalist he was. Maybe it was just with her but as she'd said before, she had seen the way he was with Abigail, easily putting her at ease... or at least at ease as the shy girl was going to get." If you want places to hide..."she grunted as she climbed over a fallen log. It must have fallen relatively recently as it hadn't been here the last time she'd made this trip the other week. Once they were both over the obstacle, the trees parted to look out over the Cinder sap forest pond, a small quiet lake with a little pier poking into the water on one side." No-one comes out here other than me, though occasionally you may see the old guy who lives in the tower across the way." She pointed to a tall stone structure that could just be made out above the treeline if you got the right angle through the canopy. It was so peaceful here, the birds called loudly and skimmed across the water and the fish splashed around, plentiful in the calm waters." You'll probably like fishing here as well."she chuckled. "Yes, an absolute gentleman who happens to participate in festival games to beat children," he said "my honor is top-notch." He winked at her as he spoke in the most obviously faux British accent he could muster as they headed into the woods yet still. Where was she taking him at this point? He kind of knew but not really. Putting that aside she told him that if he wanted a place to hide she seemed to know one. As she said it he poked his head through the trees and saw the pond with a tiny pier. He whistled at the sight. He knew about the wizard, or at least the so-called wizard, and his tower. For this moment, though, he was focused on all of this." Yeah, great fishing spot," he said "but it's quiet and remote. Thanks for sharing." Deciding to be a little daring he dipped his head down as she chuckled and placed a little kiss on her cheek thinking she'd find it amusing if nothing else. He smiled as he looked back out over the pond." So, are we swimming or just getting out feet wet," he asked with a little shrug.

Something Off in the Valley (Gil & Lexavier)|rating:4.0

Invisible Master - Ayumi's Story (rp thread)

THE INVISIBLE MASTER (based on this....)This is a role-play thread, currently with 1dimsum and Lovely nice....maybe more people later incest, mind-control, NC, ff, mph, transformation, growth, fetish, forced exhibitionism, magic... The following is based on the personal account of Alumni C. (family initial only on her parent's request), and is part of a series of stories and excerpts from Emerson, C. X. “Investigations into the Paranormal: The Invisible Master phenomenon.” soon to be published by Paradigm Publishing. Before reading further, be warned that the details and the descriptions of Alumni's experience are kept as true as possible, without any censorship. Also keep in mind that – as in all experiences involving these “Invisible Masters” - there will often be extremely sexual scenes and events which may seem at first to appear hard to accept as believable or possible. However, as unbelievable and shocking this story is, Alumni has insisted that she has described them as accurately and in as much detail as she could remember them, and that this story is true. The investigating team were also able to find corroborating evidence and witnesses to many of these events. This story includes many of the details gleaned from the witnesses' accounts, official records, and from over 300 hours of recorded interviews with Alumni and the other witnesses. Case Study: Alumni's Experience INVISIBLE MASTER Description:A beautiful & sexy teenage high-school girl is enslaved by a mysterious shadowy creature and turned into it's a sexual plaything, but nobody else seems to be able to see what it is doing to her. The Invisible Master is a man-like shadowy figure, usually invisible to everyone except his victim. He mind-controls & changes the teenage girl to be his sexual plaything, transforming her to look like a teenage guy's over-the-top wet-dream fantasy (bigger breasts, tighter waist, longer legs, pussy made hairless, etc...), and makes her constantly horny and wet to the extreme, and magically changes and/or removes all of her clothing. The Invisible Master has the power to fuck the victim even in public without anyone else being aware of what is happening, force her to wear almost nothing or go totally nude (yet everyone else will accept this as normal for her while still being aroused by it, taking advantage of her, serving on her, etc...). The Invisible Master's power to control minds can cover whole towns, and it can change the shapes of things, shape reality (like changing its victims' entire wardrobe, and play with them with an invisible dildo as they try to act normally in a shop). AyumiCute, very sexy, and beautiful 16-year-old daughter of Fujiko and Robert C. She has a mostly Asian face, but crystal-blue eyes, and is a very attractive teenage girl with a much shapelier figure than most of the girls her age at school. She's smaller than many of her friends, and also appears younger though much more shapely and well-developed. Alumni goes to a private GIRLS high-school with very strict rules. The uniform consists simply of a crenelated tartan skirt (light-green & gray check)), white blouse, with a light-green jacket in winter. The P.E. uniform consists of white T-shirt (plain white) and light-green skin-tight “bloomers”. School rules strictly forbid pantyhose, stockings, trousers, or shorts from being worn with the school-uniform (even in winter)...of course, soon none of that will apply to poor Alumni..... AyumiWaking up in her nice warm bed, with the soft thick Donna cover keeping out the chill of the morning, Alumni stretched her arms out wide and yawned in a still sleepy way. The muzziness of sleep made her slow to get out of bed, and she had a few wisps of a dream wandering about in the back of her mind. She couldn’t remember it clearly, but there was something symbolic about the vague images that she did remember. Pushing the Donna aside, she turned about and sat on the edge of the bed. It’s Saturday, Alumni thought to herself, and smiled at the idea of a day away from school. She wasn't even planning to visit her school club today, so no need to wear her school uniform. She could dress casual, which was a rare event for most high school girls in Japan. Without the warmth of the Donna covering her, the room felt a bit too cold, raising goosebumps on her flesh despite the soft flannel pajamas that she was wearing. They were her favorites as well, though a little worn at the knees, and the elastic waistband of the trousers wasn’t tight enough anymore. They were a pale pink, and looked good on her, very feminine and cute. Rubbing her arms to warm herself a little, Alumni stood up and walked over to her dressing table, where she picked up a hairbrush and started brushing her shoulder-length shiny black hair. Brushing her hair often seemed to wake her more in the morning, and Alumni admired her pretty young Eurasian-mixed features in the mirror, her emerald green eyes still somewhat dazed from recent sleep. Putting down the hairbrush, Alumni glanced down at her chest and curiously caressed her firm and quite large C-cup breasts through the soft fabric of the flannel pajama shirt. She was proud of her largish bust size, but she felt the weight and size of her breasts with her hands and wondered if they would grow much bigger. She was only sixteen years old, but already Alumni’s breasts were larger than her older sisters. Shibuya, her oldest sister wore B-cup bras though she was five years older than Alumni. Stretching her arms out again, Alumni yawned once more in a cute fashion that would’ve caused many a young man to want to give her some intimate physical attention had they seen it. Then she left her bedroom and wandered dreamily downstairs, for breakfast. After finishing her breakfast and chores, Alumni finally got permission to go out and meet her friends. Not wanting to be in the house any longer just in case Mum changed her mind, Alumni hurriedly rushed to her bedroom to sort out some clothes. Noticing the sweaty smell from all the cleaning that she'd been doing in the morning before being allowed to go out, the half-Japanese girl stripped out of her jeans, T-shirt, bra, and cotton panties. Then she put on her long cotton dressing gown and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Ohh…it was so good to have a nice long shower, Alumni thought as she stood under the pulsing hot water. She closed her eyes and relaxed for few minutes, and then she stepped to the side for a while to wash herself with soap. The white foamy suds covered her, revealing and hiding at the same time. Dribbles of suds ran down her long smooth thighs, and dripped from the very tips of her perky pointed nipples. She washed the soft downy fur of her pussy with shampoo, not needing to do much as she had so little hair “down-there” anyway. Washing herself always seemed to make her aroused, but Alumni refrained from touching herself in any improper way (her mother had frequently told her it was unladylike to play with herself, and so Alumni had a strong resistance to the idea). Her skin flushed a rosier shade with the heat of the shower, and her nipples grew harder and erect, but despite her mild arousal, Alumni did nothing to encourage the feelings of mild pleasure. Finally finishing the shower, Alumni dried herself vigorously with a big fluffy white towel, and then put her dressing gown on before exiting the bathroom and making her way back down the hallway to her bedroom (which was right at the easternmost end of the large two-storey houses (a mansion by Japanese standards)). She looked at some of the clothes spread randomly on her bed, and decided that she didn’t want to wear any of them. Going to the built-in wardrobe, Alumni looked through and pushed aside the huge variety of dresses, blouses, tops, sweaters, long skirts, slacks, and jeans. There were dozens of shoes, some stylish boots, slippers, and handbags in her overstuffed wardrobe. With all these things that she had from living in the USA and Australia, moving a typical western-sized wardrobe of clothing to a much smaller Japanese wardrobe meant that it was nearly packed too tight to move anything out of the way without difficulty. It made it a lot harder for Alumni to find anything that she wanted to wear. Eventually she chose a long creamy-white loose skirt, a white blouse with frilly sleeves and collar, and an emerald-green sweatshirt (to match her green eyes). It was probably chilly outside with the windy day, so Alumni picked out some sheer pantyhose and a white petticoat to wear as well. She placed some pink cotton panties with little bows on the front, and a simple bra on the bed. Admiring the assortment of clothing with satisfaction, Alumni took off her long dressing gown and put it away on the hook behind her bedroom door. As she began dressing, Alumni heard the distant sound of the doorbell chime. She put on the clothes she had chosen, then looked at herself in the large dressing table mirror. The long skirt nearly reached her ankles, but the whole ensemble seemed quite nice. She brushed her hair again, and then began applying cherry-red lipstick to her full lips. She didn’t bother much with other make-up usually, except the occasional use of eyeliner. Furthermore, she smiled at her attractive image in the mirror, admiring her healthy beauty. She shrugged and decided that she’d better get going before Mum or Dad really did change their mind about letting her go out for the day. Furthermore, she wanted to see her friends, although she’d still have to give them a call to confirm that she was free for the afternoon. Picking up her small red handbag, Alumni hurried out of her room and rushed out of the house. The bus trip into town was rapid, taking only ten minutes from her home, and even though Alumni had ridden buses dozens of times already in Japan, the Japanese buses always fascinated her with the next stop locations being announced by a recorded voice automatically. It made it easy to get off at the right stop in an unfamiliar area, because all you had to know was the name of the bus-stop area. When it was announced that soon the bus would be at Mariachi-Dori, Alumni stood up and made her way to the exit door in the middle of the bus. The bus conductor smiled at her in a friendly way as she did so, admiring this half-Japanese girl’s beauty and the way her breasts filled out her green sweatshirt. When the bus stopped and the exit doors opened with the usual hiss and rattle, Alumni gasped in surprise at the cold gust of wind that blew in from outside. The chill air blew up her heavy skirt, not enough to lift it by much, but she felt the coldness of the air all the way up her legs and even on her bottom and between her legs as if the pantyhose and her panties weren’t even there. It seemed so strange for a moment, that Alumni paused at the top step long enough to notice the movement of air up her ass crack and touching her in private places. She shook her head and dismissed the sensation as simply illusory, before she stepped out of the bus onto the gray pavement.“Alumni-chan!”, cried out a cute and high-pitched Japanese girl’s voice to her. Ayumi glanced around and saw only crowds of people jostling each other in the busy street. At only 5’ tall, Alumni was shorter than most Japanese despite being of half-European ancestry. Her father was Norwegian and English by descent, but Alumni hadn’t inherited any of his height. Taller Japanese men and lots of Japanese women towered over her, blocking any view further than a few feet around her. She heard her name called again, but couldn’t see the girl who called her. Suddenly, the sunny tanned features of her best friend at school pushed through the crowd, and a 5’4” tall and very attractive Japanese girl hugged her. Ring was wearing a silvery jacket, and dark blue jeans. Her black boots had 2” heels and made her even taller in comparison to Alumni. The wind blew her short boyishly cut hair, which was bleached coppery blonde color (a style considered punish and trendy in Japan). She hugged Alumni and squealed with joy at seeing her, and then guided them both through the moving crowd to another beautiful teenage Japanese girl that Alumni took a moment to recognize as Fujiko. The later girl was wearing a daringly short and tight black skirt, black fishnet pantyhose, and brown leather jacket with fluffy woolen collar. Fujiko’s hair was black and long, hanging to halfway down her back. The wind occasionally blew it around, sometimes making it like a halo, sometimes hiding her face. Ayumi wondered that she didn’t feel the cold, but Fujiko had told her a couple of times before that she didn’t feel the cold as much as other people. Alumni had learned over the past few weeks though that Fujiko was more likely just an outrageous flirt, and liked to dress daringly as a sort-of wannabe symbol of rebellion against her strict parents (who were said to be devout Christians of some sort). Fujiko hugged her when she saw Alumni as well, and the three girls chattered for a few minutes about their busy mornings, and how difficult it was to escape homework assignments and the restraint of watchful parents. Ring was the one who brought up the subject of what to do for the afternoon, the girls deciding that since it was lunchtime and none of them had eaten lunch yet, that they should go to one of the nearby cafés for a meal. So the three beautiful girls went together to a nearby café, a favorite of both Fujiko and Ring, but Alumni had never been to the place before. As they crossed the road, again Alumni felt a gust of wind blow under her skirt, ruffling it, and the feel of chill air on bare skin. The touch of the breeze on her legs could be felt right through Alumni’s pantyhose, and she even felt the movement of air across the skin of her bottom and on her labia. It was a bit odd, Alumni thought for a moment, because she was absolutely certain that she was wearing pantyhose and panties, but it almost felt as if she wasn’t wearing any… Which was a ridiculous idea. The Invisible Master hid silently in the shadows nearby. It wasn't likely that anyone would notice his presence anyway even if he was standing in the middle of the street. But the shadows...they were comforting, and he liked to extend his influence from there. And today he would influence indeed. He has been watching the lovely one called 'Alumni' for quite a while now. Such a pretty flower...just waiting to be plucked... Everything about her was perfect. Her shapely half Asian face, ripe breasts, thin waist, round perfect ass, lightly furred pussy, and her shapely legs. Thoughts of him ravaging her in public began to make him hard...he had half a mind to just mindfuck her right there and then and have Alumni and her little friends display some 'public' affections. But no...he would tease her, and slowly fuck her...both mind and body. Moving from the shadows he crossed the street and followed the lovely girls into the café. Yes....he thought, licking his lips eagerly. Today as going to be fun. Alumni had the strangest feeling as she walked down the street with her friends, and looked around but saw nothing unusual. They found a nice little café and went in, but the odd feeling of being watched didn't go away. At the café, the three teenage girls ate only light meals, although they followed this with an order for some ice-cream afterward for dessert. Alumni was surprised at how short the waitress’s uniform skirts were, as the skirt hems were barely half-thigh length. While the girls were waiting for their ice-cream desserts to arrive, Alumni glanced towards the entrance and for a brief moment thought she saw ...something....or maybe it was just a trick of the light... like a shadow that moved. Rina asked her as Alumni's expression was worried, “Are you okay??? You seem worried about something.”“Um… No… I mean yes, I’m okay”, Alumni answered as she adjusted the chair with a noisy scrape on the café’s tiled floor, “I’m just not feeling well at the moment.” Fujiko and Ring both responded to her comment with expressions of dismay and worry. Rina asked, “Do you want to go home already?” Rina's disappointment was clearly written on her face. Alumni shook her head, remembering how much she’d wanted so much to go out today.“Um… No, it’s okay”, Alumni told her two friends, “But let’s go look at some clothing shops before seeing the movie. I want to at least buy a few things.” Fujiko smiled at that, and nodded her head in agreement.“Yes… Let’s do that”, Ring said, also agreeing, “There are so many nice clothing shops around this area, I’m sure you’ll like them Alumni-chan.” Their ice-cream desserts arrived just then, and as the girls ate and chatted about what movies were showing at the cinemas, and which one they would see together, Alumni would occasionally adjust her sweatshirt in some embarrassment. Every time she moved, her C-cup sized breasts would sway and move about, her nipples tickled by the sensation of brushing against the cloth. The sensation was surprising, and Alumni wondered whether there was something wrong with her bra. The Master, is what he liked to call himself. He has been lusting for a very long time now... but decided to let it build up over time. He followed the girls closely behind, and moved to the corner of the room and sat down to observe the lovely trio. Mmm. A foursome? He toyed with the idea in his head and imagined Alumni and the girls doing all sorts of naught things... He has had enough of observing. It's time to touch... Walking towards the girls' table, he took the empty seat beside Alumni. His hand reached under her long skirt, and began to caress her smooth, creamy thigh... He leaned towards her, and blew softly in her ear, his breath carrying strange dark magical powers... Making Alumni instantly wet between her thighs. His caresses were no longer gentle...he began to roughly stroke her inner thigh now. The Master leaned back slightly to watch Alumni's expression. A smile played on his dark face, if he had one. Auditee ice-cream desserts were yummy, and Alumni ate with relish. Licking her lips frequently, as she chatted with her two friends. In the back of her mind there was still a peculiar spooky feeling of being watched, but the pretty half-Japanese teenager ignored it, pretending that she noticed nothing. Suddenly she felt a caressing along the inside of her left thigh, like fingers directly on her smooth skin. Surprised, Alumni glanced down, but saw nothing. There was nobody touching her, yet the sensation was so real that it was hard to ignore it. It felt just like soft fingers gently caressing her inner thigh. Then there was a blow of air on her ear. She glanced around, but there was no one there.“Alumni-chan?”, Fujiko asked, “What about that latest Jurassic Park movie?”“Uh?”, Alumni looked at her in a distracted manner as the sensation of the hand caressing her thigh continued, then said, “Um... Oh, yes, but it's too scary isn't it?” There was warm tingling, tickling her all over, and Alumni paused in eating her ice-cream. There was the strangest feeling between her thighs then, at that special place, and a quiver, a warming and it grew. In moments, Alumni felt a suddenneedinside, that made her clench her hands as it was so strong and quick. Moist wetness 'down-there' confused her. The sensation of a hand touching her inner left thigh felt increasingly real, like a real hand stroking the inside of her thigh. Disturbed, Alumni stood up suddenly, and looked around, but could see nobody there. Her friends looked at her with wide eyes wondering what she was up to. The Master smiled at her reaction. Most yummy he thought. With a quick thought of his mind, Alumni's pantyhose and panties disappeared. He leaned over once more, and blew into her ear gently, his dark magic making her pussy soaking even more. He spread her legs with his hand, and dragged a finger up and down her incredibly moist slit. Furthermore, he grinned. One of the pretty waitresses with the sexy short skirts passed by. This one had a very nice bust, and beautiful long, raven black hair. His fingers continued to stroke Alumni's pink slit, as he raised his free hand in the air, and snapped his fingers. The waitress' body trembled, feeling a dark, feeling wash over her entire body. AT the same time she felt herself getting moist. Turning around, she began to walk towards Alumni's table and leaned down towards her. Cupping Alumni's face gently, the now lust filled waitress pressed her full lips against kissed Alumni deeply. The Master forced a finger inside Alumni's dripping pussy as the mind controlled waitress kissed her. Auditee very pretty Eurasian girl felt a soft movement of air on her left ear, and glanced around. The sensation of a hand touching her thigh was gone, but suddenly another surge of hotneedhit her deep inside. She pursed her lips and made an almost cat-like mewl, as the squishy wet feeling 'down-there' grew dramatically. Blushing, Alumni was about to make some excuse about needing to go to the bathroom when she felt her legs forced apart. She stumbled, but gasped at the sensation of a finger sliding along her pussy-lips. But when she looked down, of course there was no one... The feeling tickled her, literally like a finger playing with her, sliding up and down, up and down, while the wetness grew. Gawd...what's happening?, Alumni thought to herself in confusion. Fujiko and Ring were still seated, but their expressions were filled with questioning at Alumni's odd behavior.“Sorry...um... I think that I should...”, Alumni mumbled, unsure, as the distinct sensation of a finger sliding up and down her increasingly wet folds tingled and tickled her. Her words were cut off when seemingly out of nowhere, one of the waitresses walked straight up to Alumni, leaned down to her, cupped Alumni's face, and kissed her full on the lips, her tongue playing inside the pretty teenage girl's mouth. Alumni had no chance to react before what felt like a finger forced itself past her wet nether-lips inside.“Union...”, was all Alumni's muffled response could be, as her eyes widened, and she blushed crimson, too shocked to even push the pretty waitress away. Rina's shocked exclamation, “What's she doing?!” Fujiko commented more calmly and with great pretence at being cool, “I guess she just must like Alumni-chan a lot, NEH?” Ayumi belatedly decided to push the waitress back, but only got as far as lifting her hands when the café's manager called out. While the unknown finger was still inside her... The Master smiled to himself at Alumni's reaction. The manager came out, a short gruff looking Japanese man. That wasn't fun, the Master thought to himself... Withdrawing his fingers temporarily out of Alumni slick tight pussy, he waved his hand in front of the manager's eyes, the air seeming to distort around the manager...suddenly the stubby manager turned into a rather attractive Caucasian woman, wearing a tight blouse that hugged her breasts nicely, and short black mini skirt. She licked her full red lips and approached the table, her mind absolutely under the Master's influence." Mmm what's wrong?' the manager glanced at the trio, and the waitress." Nothing manager...it's just that this girl is so pretty... I wanted to give her a kiss." The waitress replied without much thought."Oh, I see...well you are right...this girl does have rather nice breasts..." The manager said licking her red full lips. The Master with his thoughts, popped the buttons off on Alumni's blouse, and made her bra vanish. Her breasts suddenly vulnerable." Mmm..." The manager reached out for Alumni and placed her hands inside her blouse, cupping and massaging her lovely breasts, switching from gentle to rough, and back. She tilted her head towards the waitress...' Well don't just stand there.' she said in a sultry voice...' Those girls are lonely, attend to them...' The waitress nodded and decided to settle in Fujiko's lap, facing towards her. "You're pretty..." she mouthed silent before dipping her face towards Fujiko, pressing her lips hard against hers. She broke the kiss, and turned to Ring. "But I like you too..." The waitress leaned towards her and pressed her lips against Ring's as well. At this moment, Fujiko's buttons on her blouse popped off, her bra disappearing as well. The waitress continued to kiss Ring passionately, while a hand slide inside Fujiko's open blouse, and pinched her nipple hard. The Master smiled at his display. It was an artwork to him. With another thought of his powerful mind, he willed himself to be beneath Alumni. Suddenly Alumni found herself to be sitting in what felt like a person's lap... The Master's cock poked through between her thighs... He rubbed his cock against her pussy, making more of her honey flow....(lol sorry I'm kinda tired right now, let me know if you need me to clear up anything...) Auditee waitress broke the deep kiss, at the same time as the 'finger' withdrew from Alumni's pussy, feeling even then too real. Panting, hot, and feeling slightly breathless, Alumni stepped away, still stunned by what had just happened. Nervously, even as the manager approached, the pretty Eurasian girl brushed down at her long ankle-length skirt wondering why it had felt as if the waitress had been fingering her...and if not the waitress, then who? Confused, she barely noticed the attractive female manager ask,"Mmm what's wrong?' Ayumi was dazed, but glanced at the waitress who replied,"Nothing manager...it's just that this girl is so pretty... I wanted to give her a kiss." The pretty half-Japanese teenager blinked at this comment, touching her lips with one hand. Never in her life had a stranger just walked up to her and kissed her like that before. Confused, nervous, and blushing, Alumni decided to sit back down again as she didn't want to be such a center of attention. Fujiko commented to Ring, "See...she did like Alumni a lot". Rina shrugged and rose one eyebrow in query."Oh, I see...well you are right...this girl does have rather nice breasts...", replied the attractive manageress to the waitress, as she licked her full red lips and looked at Alumni. Ayumi's blouse buttons with a firecracker sound all popped off and went flying across the room, and she felt her breasts sway and bounce as if suddenly free of her bra. Astonished, the half-Japanese teenager looked down and saw that every single button on her blouse was gone, and the blouse simply fell open. Gasping in horror, she grabbed at her loose blouse to hastily close it, but the manageress' hands were quicker, quickly reaching into Alumni's open blouse and cupping both of her breasts." Mmm...", said the manageress, as she began massaging Alumni's breasts,” Well don't just stand there....”, the manageress told the waitress while groping Alumni, ...” Those girls are lonely, attend to them...” Ayumi looked down at the manageress' hands on her tits, then back up at the manageress, too taken aback to do more than try to move back, but the back of her chair and the fact that she was sitting down didn't give her much chance to avoid the older woman. Between her legs, something pushed the teenager's thighs apart, and Alumni felt a hard rod like shape pushing against her mound and rubbing against her lower lips. The hot need 'down-there' increased with the sensation, and she could feel her love-honey being smeared around her pussy and on her mound as if something was actually there. But there was nothing to be seen, and Alumni's long skirt did not even move as if there was anything there... The confused half-Japanese teenager didn't know what to think. Her two friends were being kissed by the pretty waitress. Why was everyone acting so strange?, Alumni wondered, then tried to escape the manageress attentions, grabbing hold of the other woman's hands. She squirmed trying to avoid whatever was touching her'down-there', but it kept sliding up and down her wet pussy lips under the long skirt. Blushing hotly, Alumni said in a flustered voice, “Please...don't do that...” "Do what...?" The attractive blonde asked teasingly, spreading Alumni' blouse open to reveal her ample breasts to her. The manager leaned forward and took a nipple in her mouth, and sucked lightly, while her other hand pinched and tugged at Alumni's other lonely peak. Meanwhile, the Master rubbed his thick rod against her pussy, still sitting beneath her...collecting her juices. His hand glided between Alumni's shapely legs and found her lovely clit...and began to massage it. He whispered in Alumni's ear. The language was foreign, and demonic, but at the same, his words carried pleasure...and Alumni could understand every word." Yes my Alumni... Do what?" the Master agreeing with the blonde manager. Two fingers found themselves inside her warm, moist pussy, and began to swirl deep inside her. "Watch your friends Alumni, look at how much they like the little show you are putting on for them..." He looked towards Fujiko and Ring, and a projection of dirty thoughts flooded through Fujiko's and Ring's mind... Making them both tingly, and hot all over... With a thought he commanded the waitress to begone, leaving the girls alone." Ayumi...don't resist the pretty blonde...it's making me hot..." Fujiko said, as she reached for her wet cunt, spreading her legs for Alumni to watch, to see how hot she was making her." Yeah...please let us watch..." Ring agreeing...reaching inside her blouse, taking a breast out, and pulling on a nipple, as she watched... The blonde began to suck Alumni's nipple even harder, using her teeth to bite gently occasionally... One of the Master's hands glided up Alumni's body, and cupped her free breast, tugging and pulling at her nipple forcefully. His fingers pumped Alumni harder now...his thumb pressing hard against her clit. "Look at how slutty your friends are...doing that in such a public area...it's a good thing no one else is around...but what if someone else comes in?" He teased... With his mind he conjured several young women outside the café looking through the windows, clearly able to see their erotic display. The women stared and covered their gaping mouths, and quickly got on their way...shocked that such a thing was happening. Alumni"Do what...?", the pretty blonde manageress teased her, as she opened Alumni's blouse wide, then leaned forward. Ayumi leaned back against the chair, but felt trapped, while the older woman began suckling one of her nipples and pinching and tugging on the other. The sensation sent wonderful little sparks through her, at the same time the hard shape rubbing her pussy kept Alumni's thighs parted and tickled her nether lips. The pretty half-Japanese girl tried to close her thighs to stop the strange feelings, but it was as if something really was there.“Please...stop...”, Alumni said in a small embarrassed voice, unsure of how to react to this strange behavior that was so out of the ordinary and unexpected. She shyly tried to push the manageress away, but was too confused to put any real effort into it...and paused again when what felt like a hand touched her pussy and fingers began playing with her little bud. Alumni wanted to look down to see what was going on, but the manageress' head and hands were in the way as the older woman was still playing with one nipple and sucking on the other one. She tried to close her legs to no avail, and squirmed in her chair as it felt if somebody was playing with her pussy, which by this time was so hot andneedingthat Alumni ached inside... She panted, and tried to get up and push the manageress away, then a voice, soft, whispery like the wind, masculine, and strange said into her ear..." Yes my Alumni... Do what?", it said, in words that echoed in Alumni's head,"Watch your friends Alumni, look at how much they like the little show you are putting on for them...", as fingers pushed inside her quit, making Alumni arch her back at how real they felt. She looked around then in panic, and started to get up out of the chair, while two invisible fingers twisted and turned inside her. There was nobody else nearby, and the manageress couldn't be touching her 'down-there' like that because Alumni knew that she was wearing a long ankle-length skirt, even her panties and pantyhose would've been in the way. Getting scared, she stood up clumsily while the fingers continued to play with her pussy, and the manageress still suckled and played with her tits in a very distracting way." Ayumi...don't resist the pretty blonde...it's making me hot...," Fujiko said, as she parted her thighs and began playing with herself to Alumni's shock. Fujiko's had the hem of her miniskirt lifted, and her hand was deep down in her own white cotton panties. Next to her, Ring said,"Yeah...please let us watch...", as she began playing with one of her own breasts, teasing a nipple. The sight of her friends playing with themselves made Alumni forget for a moment what was happening to herself. She wasn't just astonished to see what they were doing, it was in another way a relief to see that she wasn't the only one that sexual stuff was happening to, even if it Alumni wasn't doing it to herself like her friends were. Where the pretty waitress had gone, Alumni wasn't sure. As Alumni stood there, the blonde manageress kept sucking one nipple even harder, softly biting it, sending little quivers all the way to the pretty half-Japanese girl's pussy, which was being finger-fucked by something she couldn't see. Yet, she felt a hand slide upwards over her skin, as if her clothing wasn't even there, all the way up past her belly and to the other breast. Then cupping it, pulling on the nipple almost painfully hard and making Alumni gasp at the heat inside that was sparked by it. She whimpered then as what felt like fingers forcefully and vigorously fucked her tight young funny, sliding in and out. Alumni felt her legs grow weak, she clenched small hands into fists, blushing hot and whimpering at the unwanted pleasure, and what felt like a thumb rubbed her over-excited city at the same time...“Genus....”, she whimpered in English under her breath, her eyes wide, “What's going on...? Oh, God!...” The pretty teenager couldn't cope with the sensation, it was too much...“Fujiko... Rina...? This is wrong....”, she whimpered, clutching at crotch, and distinctly feeling a 'hand' moving down there!" Look at how slutty your friends are...doing that in such a public area...it's a good thing no one else is around...but what if someone else comes in?", the dark whispery voice said in her ear, so close but seemingly all around her. The fingers fucking her pussy and the thumb rubbing her clit were more than she could stand, but the voice....that voice....it was real...but it couldn't be...none of this could be happening... Several young women walked by, stopping to look through the café windows at the sight of Alumni being molested by the manageress, and the way her friends were acting. The only thing that made Alumni feel better was that her friends, Ring and Fujiko, were equally in an obscene condition of undress. But it was disturbing how they stared at her, obviously aroused and too horny, saying that it was Alumni's being molested and semi-naked that was turning them on so much... The thought of that made her almost give in, the heat inside her surging and the need for release building beyond anything that Alumni had ever experienced before in her young life. She'd never even masturbated before, her Mom would never allow it, but here she was in a café, in public........ No one could resist the mental intrusions of the Master. Every touch he gives…or intrusion, makes his victim succumb to her true desires a little more…that is the way with his dark powers…. His cock was getting to too hard now…lifting Alumni up slightly, he spread her moist young pussy, with his phantom fingers and slide his hard, thick cock inside her. He groaned at the sensation of her hot pussy wrapping around his cock, he didn’t move when he was fully inside her.“You feel that Alumni?” he whispered into her ear. “That’s my cock inside you…it’s really hard, and hot for you right now…why don’t you try moving to make yourself feel better….” Before she could reply, her clothing suddenly tore off in pieces and flew from her body, leaving her naked and vulnerable to the Master. The Master’s hand began to tug and pull her nipple teasing, his fingers playing with a hard peak. The blonde manager suddenly naked in front of Alumni, revealing her slim, attractive figure. She leaned down slightly and forced her tongue through Alumni’s lips, kissing her roughly, but passionately. Her hand trailed down Alumni’s smooth, flat stomach and found Alumni’s clit. Occasionally the blonde would rub the Master’s cock too, which was deep inside Alumni.“Beg me to move Alumni…beg me to fuck you…” his voice harsh in her ears. He shifted slightly, making his hard cock stir her pussy a bit. People continued to pass by the café windows. Some pointed and left in shock. Several young men stopped to watch, a few even began to stroke themselves as they watched… The lovely young girls continued to stroke their pussies, not knowing exactly what had gone over them. Ring and Fujiko’s faces both flushed with embarrassment, they wanted badly to stop, to get that feeling of shame away…but…their hands kept moving and continued to stroke themselves. It…just felt too good… Auditee very pretty half-Japanese girl felt herself lifted, fingers opening her inside, and she glanced around in fright looking for whatever invisible force was doing this to her, while still unsure if she was only imagining the sensation. But it felt so real... Then she gasped as a hard, thick, and very masculine erection pushed forward and started sliding into her. As it stretched her, with the best possible feeling and totally unexpected, Alumni heard a soft groan behind her. It kept pushing in, and she began to realize that it was a man'string, his penis. There was a short sting of pain, but the other feelings were stronger, and it brought them in sharper relief because Alumni thought that there was no way that she could be dreaming that pain...and what it meant. The dark whisper voice like the wind spoke in her mind,“You feel that Alumni?.... That’s my cock inside you…it’s really hard, and hot for you right now…why don’t you try moving to make yourself feel better….”, then to her horror, Alumni's clothes literally exploded from her body, pieces of cloth from her long skirt, blouse, and the wool of her sweater, were scattered about the café and floating down in shreds that disintegrated in front of her eyes. She was NAKED. Ayumi hurriedly tried to cover her exposed breasts with her right forearm, while her left hand went to her pussy to hide the soft fine dark hairs. She looked around, turning her head with her mouth open and eyes wide as she made a little “Week!” of astonished embarrassment. Under her arm as it covered her breasts, she could feel what felt like fingers pulling on and teasing one of her nipples sending the sharp little tingles of pleasure straight to her pussy and delicious waves through her. The beautiful blonde manageress had sometime quickly undressed, though Alumni didn't see when, because she was now naked as well. The taller woman leaned over and grabbed her into a hug as while kissing the naked high school girl fully on the lips, forcing her tongue inside, and kissing passionately as she caressed downwards over Alumni's tummy and lower abdomen, lower and lower, making the teenage girl squirm while her young funny heated further and quivered in anticipation as it tightened on the huge invisible cock that was already inside her. The manageress' fingers pushed passed Alumni's hand, and found the very pretty school girl's clit, and began playing with it. In response, Alumni made a little almost silent whimper that was muffled by the blonde woman's mouth kissing her deeply at the same time.“Beg me to move Alumni…beg me to fuck you…” came the dark voice again, more forceful, frightening, as she felt his huge erection move inside her. People outside the café were pausing to stare at her, and at the strange pornographic scene, many of them pointing at what they saw and telling others. Several young men passed by as well, but a few stopped and fondled or stroked themselves through their trousers as they leered at Alumni's nakedness and at the naked manageress was doing to her. And all the time, Alumni's two friends, Ring and Fujiko looked at her with intense arousal and joy on their faces, mixed with flushed embarrassment, because to their horror and Alumni's, both girls were obscenely masturbating themselves as they stared at Alumni's nakedness as if they enjoyed the sight.

Invisible Master - Ayumi's Story (rp thread)|rating:1.0

A World Without Heroes (Official RP Thread)

IOC: #msg8824617Salahiel's Journal - Friday, August 30, 2013----Sin - My name is Seth Harris, but I am not called that anymore, not since I gave up my identity to this city, I now go by the name Salaries, an angel of the Lord sent to do his bidding. My duty is to rid this city of sin and to visit judgement upon the sinners living within. This city, it disgusts me, the putrid stench of sin can be found everywhere, in every nook and every cranny. I fear that I have no easy task before me. Greed - Welcome to New Kepler city. The city of darkness as some call it. For those people with the right connections I can be a safe haven full of all the vices one could ask for, and for those without, it is a wasteland, filled with nothing but pain. Hope exists only for those who take claim of it. There are two kinds of people in New Kept city; those with power, and those without. Pride - The men here take pride in their corruption. The guilty go free while the innocent suffer. The police abuse their power when it is unwanted, and they find themselves strangely absent when others are in need. This is why I was called to my task, the people need protection from the lurking evil, and if the law won't help them, I will. Gluttony - I see men in the street shooting drugs, slaves to their addictions. A product of a fallen society, perhaps they simply need something to take their minds off the disease that plagues this city. Or perhaps their masters simply wish to keep them sedated, perpetually in a calm state until the puppet master requires violence, in turn the wolves lash out like rabid beasts, beasts that need to be put out of their misery. Lust - Past the men on the street is a house of women, not soft women, whose breast gives milk and who's womb brings life. These women are whores in a house of ill repute. Again, slaves to addiction, but of a different kind, this kind can only be sated by carnal means. Here I met a man, this one was like me, he assumed a name that was born of purpose, not a name given to him by birth. Forte, he was called, he wore a mask as I did and called himself justice. This man did not seem to favor my judgement on sin. His heart is in the right place, but he is severely mistaken about the nature of God. He claims he doesn't believe, but I sense a longing in his heart for forgiveness, I shall see if he will learn to accept the truth of the word. There was a girl too, a sinner who had fallen to lust, I would have taken her life before God and his judgement, but Forte insisted that she live. Maybe he sees something I missed after all, Her heart, though mislead seems earnest in desire for repentance, perhaps she's proof that this city can change. Wrath - A girl lies dead in a sinkhole, her body cut up and locked in a safe. A girl came to us with a name, but the whereabouts of this Charles Harvey are still unknown. The girl wore a mask, it seems that masked men and women are becoming more commonplace as they realize this city must be liberated from the evil within. The young girl seems to have a personal stake in this murder mystery. I worry though that this young one will end up like the lost Salmon ski girl if she encounters the wrong enemy, which is why we chose to follow her to the target and ensure he sees justice. "For you spared not the children while their praying hands were up, there's no forgiveness for you, you sick fuck." (-Blue October-)Sloth - "The only way evil can prevail is for good men to do nothing." At least that's what Forte seems to think. We are joined every day by more masked Vigilantes like me and Forte. Envy - Not everyone shares my views on Sin. The world is decided between Good and Evil, or black and white, there is no gray in between, to believe otherwise compromises your views and makes you weak. Though our differences can also make us strong as each of us brings different skills to the table. Forte and the Hooker The smell of liquor filled the air, the aroma permeated into every corner and every crevice of the small brothel. Forte caught a brief glimpse of the other men at the bar nearby, far too drunk to realize the prostitutes taking their wallets, but that was of no concern to Forte, for he was here after a different target." Are ya gonna pay or are you just going to sit there and gawk? Non-paying customers git thrown out ya know." the female stated." Good, let us go someplace private then, if this covers it." Forte stated with a smirk as he handed the blonde woman three one-hundred dollar bills. After getting into the room Forte locked the door." Um...for our safety the door can't be sealed." Very stated nervously as Forte approached her. Forte grabbed Very's arm tightly, pulling her in close to him, whispering in her ear, "Then why have locks at all? I have questions, and you have information about this place, I need that info!"" I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to give out client information, if the boss were to..."" He'll never know." Forte interrupted Very, giving her two more hundreds." I uhh....um." Very was shocked, unsure of what to say, "What do you need to know?" Very asked. Forte looked her in the eyes. "When was the last time you saw a Police Lieutenant in here? He goes by the name of Roger Garret." He was in here just last week, he usually comes in each week, but he hasn't......." Suddenly the two were interrupted by a loud crash and the sound of gunshots within the building." Dammit! An ambush?!" Forte exclaimed as he drew two guns and unlocked the room's door, looking for the source of the Gunshots." I... I didn't know." Very stammered, following Forte until he motioned for her to stop, "No, stay here and try not to get shot." Vexy nodded and hid behind a desk. But Forte was completely unprepared for what he saw next, a large framed man dressed in white, wearing a mask and swords on his back in the shape of wings. Forte pulled his own mask over his face, firing on the man in white." Dammit! What's with the costumed freaks?" one of the bouncers asked his partner." I don't know, but kill them both, we don't need this kind of publicity!" The second replied. As the bouncers turned on Forte he fired rubber bullets on them, but attempting a non-lethal solution was not an option for the other man in the room as he proceeded to cut the throats of both men with his swords before firing a shot into the head of the bartender." What the hell are you doing?!" Forte screamed towards the man." Sending them to their judgement." Salaries replied as he killed 2 fleeing hookers by shooting them near the door, the shot went in one and through her and into the other girl." Those girls were innocent!" Forte shouted." Those women were sinners and sin must not go unpunished!" Salaries continued. Forte had to duck under the counter to avoid being hit with a shot from one of the other men in the brothel. Salaries killed them as they focused on Forte rather than him.Finally, he made it back to the room with Very." We need to get out of here!" Forte exclaimed. Vexy threw a punch at Forte who easily dodged, Whoa, it's me!" he said as he removed his mask." What the hell is going on!?" Very exclaimed." Some guy in a mask is shooting up everything, I think he wants us all dead!" Forte replied helping Very out through the halls. Vexy screamed as she saw the bloody site of everyone dead, her friends, and even for scumbag playboys, the death of the men was too horrific. Unfortunately her outburst gave away their position. Salaries aimed his gun at the duo ready to fire." You can leave, I don't know you, but the hooker dies with the rest of this lust promotion!" Salaries demanded." No deal!" Forte replied pointing his own gun at Salaries." You can't fool me, I know you're using rubber bullets!" Salaries responded. Nobody has to die! This is pointless! Forte continued Nobody escapes judgement! Salaries exclaimed." She's just a girl! Leave her be and let her go!" Forte looked at Salaries, not ready to let this go." If a sinner can gain forgiveness, isn't it worth trying? Wouldn't that mean hope for others?" Forte asked." It's not my call" Salaries stated." It is, you have the gun, just put...it...DOWN! Forte demanded. Salahiel finally holstered his gun and headed for the exit. For too damned long, there's been problems in this city. Sure, sometimes, it was him and his former 'family', but that was nothing compared to the true criminals. There was a reason why gangs like the Free Rider's could even form in the first place; this environment. This rotted corpse of a city was a gathering place for maggots and carrion eaters of all sorts. And now, now that he has spent so long being content to merely sup upon the sweet but rotten flesh, he has seen that there is living tissue yet. Every day, it dies a little more, the rot and pestilence spreads. But now, likening himself to a surgeon with scalpel, he stood in a position where he could start cutting these tumors out of the cancer-ridden body of the city. Some nights, he stalked about, going between the local bars that were favored by off-duty cops. Other nights, like tonight, he had a target set, and a plan in mind. A fat fucking maggot hiding behind his badge, and telling him things like 'the law is always right' to justify his dirty habits. "C'mon, show me the cash, this stuff is fresh, we made a raid the other day." He said as he peddled his powdered happiness--cocaine-- to some other low-lives. The bastards. They raided a drug dealer, and confiscated so many narcotics as 'evidence'; but here was one of those men, who had sworn an oath to do the right thing, profiteering off of the bust. He was not the only one; couldn't be. The whole police department was rotten meat that needed to be... dealt with. He moved down the alleyway quietly, the only sound coming from the rattling of his chains. As the deal went down, the purchaser caught sight of the red and black clad 'hero'. "Hey, who the fuck is that freak?" Red Phantom growled at that. As the stunned officer turned to see what the fuck was going on, his actions delayed by the bag of white powder he held, the armor-clad man lifted a lead pipe--the weapon he had chosen for this evening-- and swung. The blow connected to the officers head, as he tried in vain to draw his gun. Out like a light, the fat fuck fell to the ground. The junky went running off, but the pipe was thrown awkwardly. It managed to thwack the crackhead in the leg, and send him tumbling to the ground. "TSK, TSK. Those who run die tired." He said as he closed in on the junky, who was whining and trying to get back up. He'd kick the junk in the ass; literally. It sent him sprawling back to the ground, and screaming. "You've got one fucking chance, you hear me, scum? Clean up your act, or you'll get thrown out with the rest of the garbage." His warning made clear, he turned his attention back to the downed officer. He moved towards him, and took the keys for his car. Things were bad enough in this city, he didn't even bother to take off his damned uniform, or to come to his own damned car. He found some other drug paraphernalia inside. He spent some time preparing the needle, and the cocaine dose. It was easily four times the dose even a hardcore druggie would use; enough to kill the peddler. He kept him handcuffed and gagged, tied a tourniquet to his arm, and found a good vein. Pop! In goes the needle, and the cocaine goes screaming out of its plastic container and into the veins of the officer. He threw the needle off to the side. "Enjoy the rush. It's the last one you'll get." He went back to his bike, and opened up one of the saddlebags on it, extracting a can of paint and a paint brush. Everything he did, everything he used, was carefully devoid of fingerprints. He would set about, painting his message on the wall opposite the dying officer." Remember, drugs kill, user and pusher alike :)"The smiley face was sloppy, twisted. The message itself was a bit on the drippy side, done in haste. The brush would be thrown aside, and the excess paint he ended up throwing on the cop car, splattering the front and rear windows, and the sides. Fuck them, if they want the vehicle back, let 'em work to get it. Meanwhile, he helps himself to the handcuffs, pepper spray, stun gun, actual gun, and just about anything else of true value. The keys, those he ends up just throwing down a sewer grate. Loading his loot upon his vehicle of choice, he would take one last look at the scene he left. He expected to hear about it in the news, in a day, perhaps. He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride, really. One more rotten piece of garbage disposed of. The motorcycle comes to life, and on the dark back alleys and streets of the city, the Red Phantom fades into relative obscurity. The wind was strong this high up, carrying enough force that one would have to be careful that they didn't end up taking a nasty fall to the ground, given that when flash and bone collided with pavement and that kind of speed, pavement won every time. Bryan Mac Naomi wasn't concerned about a potential fall though. He sat on the edge of the roof of the apartment building, looking down at the streets below, watching as people walked by, going about their days. It was peaceful up here. No distractions, no intrusions. Just the wind flowing past his head and the occasional bird coming to perch up high, looking for food or a place to nest. For Bryan though, neither sustenance nor a home was what he hoped to find from this vantage point. He wore a plain tee shirt, a pair of loose fitting, dark green cargo shorts, and slightly worn running shoes. Bryan knows that there was growing reports of masked vigilantes in New Kept. He didn't wear a mask though. Bryan only worn a long piece of cloth, wrapped around his face to cover everything below his eyes, and tied at the back of his head. It was easy for him to move around unnoticed. The cloth wrap could be kept in his pocket, worn as a scarf or even like a belt. It was just easy to hide, especially when Bryan was so good at getting around unseen. It was better that way too. Bryan wanted to try and stay out of the public eye if he could. He had started this whole 'crime fighting' thing back in his own hometown, and the papers and local news had taken to telling as many stories about him as they could. 'Paragon', they'd called him. Bryan didn't see the point of a pseudonym though. He wasn't here for media attention or fame. He was only here to make a difference. To atone. He had brought too much evil into the world, and now he would take evil out of it, just like he had done back home. There was plenty of work to be done in New Kept. So he sat on the edge of the apartment building, his gaze gradually turning form left to right and then back again, scanning his surroundings. This was a bad part of town. Well, all of New Kept was a bad part of town really. The cops basically let the criminals run free as long as they didn't directly open fire on them. But this part of town was close to being a ghetto. As Bryan had climbed the fire escape of this building, it had rattled, rust clearly taking its toll. If even a handful of people had to run down it to escape a real fire, it was like to collapse. To put it bluntly, the building was a shit heap. His reverie was broken by the sound of gunshots coming from somewhere behind him. Bryan rolled his feet back up to the roof of the building, standing calmly and walking over to the opposite side, standing right at the edge and looking around below himself. It took a moment, but Bryan spotted the source. Some convenience store was being robbed. The alarm hadn't been triggered, probably because if it was, the clerk would end up getting shot. Then again, why would the robbers need to bother? If the cops even cared to show up, they'd arrive, at best, probably a half hour after the criminals had left. Bryan wasn't going to wait for an alarm though. He checked that the cloth wrapped around his head was tight enough, and then sprinted for the fire escape that he had climbed. He turned and allowed himself to fall off of the edge of the building, landing on the edge of the railing. Then the climb down began. He turned and shifted his weight again, falling off the rail and then catching on with his hand, his feet bracing against the 'floor' of the fire escape. He left go, and then fell to the next story down, catching onto that railing and easily stopping himself. For most people, the descent would either be slow, or it would be fatal. For Bryan though, it was quick and easy. Now in the alley beside the building, he took off running again, making his way quickly towards the convenience store. There were people, other than the robbers, inside, though he didn't know how many. It didn't really matter though. Bryan ran straight for the door, seeing that the robbers were on their way out. He closed the gap quickly, and as the robber who realized what was happening, Bryan was already on him. He left his feet, leading with a kick as his right foot snapped out, the heel of his shoe connecting hard with the men chest. A loud crashing noise followed as the robber's body lurched back and fell through the glass of the door, and the man fell to the floor, clearly stunned. Bryan followed him inside, and as the other robber - there seemed to only be two - raised his pistol, Bryan's left hand came across from his own right to his left, grasping the barrel of the gun and directing it upwards and two shots rattled off, blowing through the ceiling of the convenience store. At the same time, Bryan stepped forward, his right hand moving towards his own left shoulder. A hideous cracking noise filled the room when his elbow connected with the man's jaw. The stocking that he had pulled over his face didn't disguise the handful of teeth that separated from his gums. An instant later, Bryan pulled his right arm back the other way, and the back of his elbow drove into the other side of the man's mouth, accompanied also by a sickening noise as his jaw seemed to come apart at the seams. Quickly, Bryan turned, seeing the other robber climbing back to his feet, his gun nowhere to be seen. That made things simple then. He turned himself towards the left, placing his right hand on the crook of the elbow of the man whose dental state he had just ruined, and with a strong grip, dragged him around and Bryan turned himself right around. He let go after turning the full one hundred eighty degrees, sending the no longer conscious robber spilling into his partner, knocking both off of their seethe walked towards them then, and the man who had been kicked though the glass door, blood flowing from his back, staggered to his feet, scrambling around he lunged for a gun that was lying on the floor. Bryan was faster though, and as the man's hand close on the gun, Bryan's right foot stamped down hand on his wrist, and was reward with a howl of pain and another crack as something inside that delicate joint was broken. Bryan wasn't done though. He let all of his weight fall on his left knee, which he drove into the man's abdomen, just below the ribs. This time, there was no cracking or splitting noise. Just a loud and sudden exhalation as all the air in the robber's lungs were forced out. He was now trying to curl up into a fetal position, obviously in a great deal of pain. Bryan didn't let him though, his hands both moving quickly. His left was holding the robber's right hand down on the floor, and his right dropped hard, a palm strike directed straight into the middle of the man's face. The crunching sound of a nose breaking in multiple places at once echoed through the store, and then there was silence. Bryan stood up and looked around the store. Everyone was crouched down, hiding behind something. Here might have been more in the back of the store, but he saw the cashier and three other people, all cowering. For his part, Brain was taking slow, deliberate breaths. He collected the two guns that the robbers had been brandishing, and then walked out, stopping just long enough to briefly stare at the video camera over the door, his face still wrapped in cloth. An unspoken message to the police who would eventually see the footage. With that, Bryan left, dropping the pistols in a nearby dumpster. He didn't care about forensics or anything. His fingerprints weren't on file anywhere, and the two criminals responsible were unconscious, and likely concussed, inside the store. Once he had gotten far enough away, winding through some back alleys to make sure no one was following him, Bryan made his way home, removing the cloth from his face when he was confident that he was alone. Walking through the door to his own apartment, Bryan hung the cloth wrap on a hook that was on the back of the door, and then sat down on the floor in the middle of his sitting room. His TV was still on, tuned to a news station. Bryan moved onto his knees, and took a few deep breaths, meditating, and focusing. He was weighing whether letting the two robbers live was the right decision. He could have easily killed them. Perhaps that wouldn't been better. There was a good chance that, after they got their heads checked out and their various injuries taken care of that they would be back on the street. But then again, the chances of either of them not having a concussion was slim to none. It could be as much as a year before either of them had the equilibrium to actually run from the cops again. Bryan took another deep breath and sighed. It was always a hard choice. Let them live, and kill them. Unless he knew who the men were, he had no way of knowing if killing them would be the right decision. But then, he wasn't doing this because it was easy. It was a hard life that Bryan had picked for himself. But it was the choice that he had to make... Alexander Jones, rich evil and thriving off the dying city. He was looking out his office building that night, thinking what it would be like to have nothing, and yet he then thought what it would be like to kill Heinz and take over. His dark mind spinning his dark thoughts round until he laughed then turned to leave his office. He was alone in his office, looking round he knew all those backstabbing workers he had under his control in this building were mostly innocent of any wrong in their lives, but he knew at least 80% of them were just as corrupt as the police force, hell he even expected one day to turn round and see knives in his back. Yet it hadn't reached that point, yet. Alexander walked down the stairs, he hated elevators he didn't trust them one bit just like he didn't trust anyone anymore. Quickening the pace he slowed as he exited the building, having been lost in thought while staring out his window with a horrid view of the decaying city he'd lost all track of time, it was now 9pm. He stopped throwing his coat on as he looked round, the streets were dark as usual. He gave it one last look before he turned and locked the doors. The new security system came into place as he walked off down the road in a hurry to get home, his darling snakes would be missing him by now. Slowling as he reached an alleyway he looked down it, it was darker than the road was down there but what other choice did he have if he wanted to be home quickly. He hurried off down the allay stopping as he bumped into something. Staggering backwards and looking at what he'd bumped into was quick before he was faced with a gun and a crazed man.'Oh, great another dog to put down' he thought he backed off the crazy man following him." Now you can make this easy or hard, put the gun down and walk away or the last thing you'll hear is your own screams" he said as he put the briefcase down." You what?! Just for that I'm going to shoot you and make you die slowly!" howled the man." Fine hard it is then" Said Alexander as he moved under the men arm out of his firing zone then reaching round and pushing him into the wall. The gun fell to the floor and Alexander picked it up quickly before he shot the man three times, one in the left knee cap one in the shoulder blade and one in the lower back. The man fell to the floor like a dying fish."AH! My legs! I can't feel my...!" he cried then a last shot rang out into his gut. The man screamed and screamed as the shots kept going until the gun clicked telling Alexander it was out. He threw the gun in a bin and pulled his gloves on tighter." Night" he said as he grabbed his briefcase and walked off down the ally continuing on his way home as if nothing had happened, the man howling in pain until at last the last cry rung out before he fell into eternal slumber. Alexander walked up the steps to his huge house and unlocked the door, pushing it open he walked in and placed the briefcase down in the long hall. He closed the door and locked it after him. He turned picking up the briefcase and carrying it into the living room. Placing it on the sofa he took off his coat then opened the briefcase, a smile spread on his face as he looked at the goods inside, closing the briefcase he hurried off upstairs. Throwing the briefcase on his bed before removing his suit jacket and tie and heading off to see his snakes. He opened the tanks and took out his favorite, Sliver and carried her off to the kitchen where he placed her round his neck and began to look through the cupboards. Sliver sat still as if it wasn't alive, but it's little beating of its tiny heart and its breathing told Alexander she was still alive, although she seemed dead. At last making check that all was in its place he went off to his room. Sliver sat on his bed watching him as she always did when he was busy with his goods. He took sliver back to her tank feeding the snakes before he left to feed the two massive snakes in his room. They always had what he could spare so tonight he brought up the two lamb legs. He's left them raw and in the fridge room in the basement. Handing them both the legs he locked the tank then went to change into his outfit for the evening. As he had walked home a certain diamond necklace had attracted his eye, and now he wanted it and the other priceless jewelry he knew that was inside. Changing his outfit was quick and easy, placing on the mask with the lighter contact lenses in he walked to his closet, pulled a coat hanger and moved back as the closet opened up more reveling a lot of secret weapons. Reaching in he grabbed his gun and his blade of choice. Leaving the building out the main door was not even an option. He tapped on the wall by the door and watched a small panel be reveled before he put his palm on the pad and turned to walk to the lion in one corner of the room, it moved a little, and he snuck out that way as the lion moved back in place and the room returned to normal. Leaving the house was all too easy. He had a secret set of passage ways for many reasons. Climbing out the small circular hole and putting the lid back in place before he walked off back tracking his way to the jewelry store. Observing it before walking across the street and into the ally the building was next to. Slipping his blade in between the frame and the lock he smiled as it clicked open. He walked in and looked for the code, he almost laughed as he found the old men writing." Man's getting old if he has to write the code down" he said quietly as he punched the code into the machine. Listening to the machine shutting off the security he walked round the store helping himself to what he liked. Then quickly he slipped out the back door and raced off to his secret passage in the nearby ally before slipping back off to his home and leaving a ghost trail behind him. Smiling as he came out the passage way and back into his room he changed for bed hiding his outfit in the secret compartment before he showered then dressed and admired the jewelry." Couple billion right here" he laughed as he stored them away in the huge trunk under his bed." Good night boys sweet dreams" he said to his snakes as he turned the lights out and crept off to bed. Smiling at a good days work he stretched then feel into a deep sleep. But deep down the murder of that man made his dreams empty and his mind think over and over again. VexWolf hadn't killed that man, Alexander Jones had.However, Vex Wolf had stolen that precious jewelry and had written the code down for future reasons, not Alexander Jones. His life was one mash of sin, hate and danger, and he just lived for it every day. No one noticed the dark clad figure sitting on top of one of the buildings watching as another figure dressed in red and black dealt with a cop and another person. The figure would have joined the other one on the ground, but the memories were too fresh tonight and the figure didn’t want to get closer to the cop than what the figure had to. The violence below didn’t even make the figure flinch as they watched the other figure throw a pipe to watch the druggie be knocked to the ground. It didn’t how the other figure was dealing out punishments to the men below because the black clad figure agreed with the other that the men deserved it. The figure didn’t move watching intently while the red and black clad male threatened the druggie before walking back to deal with the cop. The figure on the roof couldn’t help but clench their fists while glazing down on the scene of the Red Phantom dealing with the trash right there on the street. The voice of the cop was bringing back the memories more to the surface that the black clad figure thought was buried far enough and the figure realized that the cop might even be one of the ones that tortured them. This is why the person wanted to be here when Red Phantom had picked the target out before to deal with because something told the figure that they should be here. Knowing now that this was one of their torturers made the figure shake and try to stop themselves from yelling because no one needed to know someone else was there or give away that that something was going on below. The satisfaction of what the figure on the ground was doing to the cop made the black clad female smirk and tap her dark high-heeled boot against the building with a hard chuckle. She watched the male below preparing a needle full of drugs to give to the cop and knew exactly what he was planning to do even before he gave the cop the killing dose. She gripped the side of the building, so the female wouldn’t touch at the mask hiding her face where the scar that went across her eye and peeked out from either side of her mask. That scar was the largest reminder of what happened to her in the cops care and just how corrupt the law enforcement had even become in this town. The figure could feel the anger building inside of her and gripped the side of building harder until the protesting pain from her fingers made her loosen her grip. There was noise from below and the black clad female looked down again seeing the Red Phantom throwing paint over the cop car and a bit back a snort of laughter. She knew he must have left a message like before even though she couldn’t see it from her position here. When the male down below was done with the paint on the cop car and headed for his motorcycle the final time after collecting things that could be useful, the figure on the roof disappeared into the shadows. Nevermore left the building and headed for her own bike hidden the shadows of an alley far enough away that no one would know that it was there. She wouldn’t torture and kill like the Red Phantom this night, but that didn’t mean that the female didn’t agree with him and what he did. She just didn’t think she could face this peculiar cop and not accidentally give a clue just who was behind the mask, but at least this was one less cop haunting her nightmares. The city can be a dangerous place. And you, my dear, are a lamb in the woods. But that's okay, as even a lamb can look frightening with big enough horns. Even if they are fake. Because here's the fact of the matter; people fear power. It doesn't matter if you're the weakest cat in town! If you make people believe you have power, more power than they do, they'll leave you alone. You just need to act the part, and you should survive. Because sometimes a dog's bark is a lot more important than his bite. Those were the words Aunt Boo told me the night I arrived in New Kept City. While the truth behind the advice may be questionable to some, there is one point that Aunt Boo is correct on: the illusion of power is scary, even if disgust an illusion. It doesn't matter how "tough" or "bad" some seven foot black guy with baggy pants thinks he is. If you make yourself look like someone that shouldn't be fucked with, he'll leave you alone. Of course, this doesn't just apply to potential threats such as gangbangers and stalkers. No, this also holds true to the onebehindthe facade. Believe it or not, having a great amount of power can be quite the frightening experience, even if you don't notice it until you lose it. The power to make someone feel helpless, the power to see what no one else can see, the power to take life... it can all be very threatening to someone who is, at their core, weak. Empowering? Sure. Fulfilling? Why not? Does having power feelgood? Of course, it does! Can having power scare you shitless? Well, duh. What the hell do you think I've beenramblingabout this whole time? But of course, like all fears the fear of power can be overcome, I'm sure. Buthowto do overcome the terror of having power? The answer is simple: you have to be strong. And before you say it, I don't mean in a "physical" sense. I mean in the "character" sense (if that makes sense). Because really, having the ability to lift a ridiculous amount of weight or kill some poor guy with one punch doesn't haveanythingto do with how "strong" one is. No, it's things like bravery, resolve,courage, morals,guts, and all that other fine shit that makes someone strong. It's how strong they are as apersonthat makes them formidable. So what does being strong have to do with conquering the fear of power? Well the answer should be obvious by now. If someone is strong in the mind and spirit, then power is something that can easily be used and controlled. They have confidence in their choices on what to do with their power. They aren't scared of misusing their power in ways that would hurt them or their cause. They aren't scared of hurting other people with their power because they know how to control it and unleash it whenever it suits them. People who are weak at heart can't handle power, because they aren't used to it. They aren't used to being strong as a person, so how could they handle power that couple potentially shape the livelihood of others? Or their lives? What I'm trying to say is, the strength one has as a person can destroy the fear of power simply because it gives them absolute control over their power. They know what to do with it, they know how to control it, and they know how Sousa. Simple as that. Now I may be full of horse crap and got this completely wrong. In that case, I welcome you to prove me wrong, and I'll gladly shut up. But until that day, I expect you to take my word for it. And I bet your asking "Deeded, how did you get so wise and insightful on the subject of power?" Well my friend, you have a lot of time to think about this shit when all you do is build robots and look at monitors all day. I mean seriously, that's what I do. All day. Mine as well think about the meaning of life while I contribute nothing positive to society, right? Well, that statement may not be 100% true. Contributing nothing to society I mean. At least, not yet...---Bill's Burgers Bruno's Burgers. What was once a popular burger hub for both citizens and criminals alike has now become a baron, decaying shadow of its former self. Built in 1897 as one of New Kept City's first exclusive restaurants, Bruno's Burgers was an instant hit thanks to their extremely delicious hamburgers, great service, and welcoming atmosphere for customers. The restaurant was opened by an Italian immigrant named Bruno Fellatio, a young chef who sought to achieve his dream of opening up a restaurant in the Land of Opportunity. Using a home-made recipes and ingredients straight from Italy, Bruno's food quickly became a favorite among working class immigrants. Eventually people from all over the city would come to get a taste of the restaurant's delicious meat patties, which became famous for their large sizes and quality meat. Such food even attracted people from the middle and upper class, which only helped increase its reputation. While never expanding outside New Kept City, Bruno's Burgers was very successful. It managed to survive the Great Depression and stayed open through World War II. After the war however, Bruno's Burgers took a turn for the worse. Unbeknownst to his family, Bruno sudden climb to success came with the help of the Italian Mafia, who've had a strong presence in New Kept City since day 1. After Bruno passed away after World War II, the profits of the store began to plummet, and the family soon became aware of the Mafia's hand in Bruno's success. Fearing the Mafia would turn on them because of their lack of profits, the family turned to the police for help. The Mafia were not pleased with the family's betrayal, and on February 1953, the entire family was murdered inside the restaurant. The restaurant had been deserted ever since. At least, until recently. With the purchase of the Bill's Burgers building (which had a reputation of having a criminal history at this point) by a young, up and coming real-estate business, the old, decaying restaurant went back on the market. But thanks to the building's dark and criminal infested past, as well as its overall poor condition, buyers have been overlooking it in favor of newer buildings in better parts of town. With little money to spare on sprucing up the place, the real estate company has no choice but to ignore the building until they get more money to fix it up. Or when someone wants to buy it. Either one is good. In the meantime however, the building has been in some use, unbeknownst to everyone save for the real estate company's CEO. Anyway Denmark, or "Deeded" to everyone outside her immediate family, has turned the geriatric structure into her personal refuge. The young technology specialist renovated the interior into a suitable workshop for entertaining her robot and computer hobbies, as well as keeping a watchful eye over New Kept City from the shadows.---Deeded: The Virgin Mother of Robots The small stereo in the corner of the room played a soft song of orchestral music, filling the otherwise lonely room with a subtle melody. Deeded was the stereo's only audience, barely listening to the music while concentrating on her current project. She was in the middle of the large room sitting on a steel chair leaning forward towards an old table, surrounded by empty boxes and disassembled electronics. On the table was a quad rotor, made of multiple parts from electric toys, radios, and other random trinkets. It was a fairly small contraption, with the body being only 10 inches long and 4 inches wide, with a wingspan of two and a half feet. While it looked frail, Deeded designed the quad rotor be as durable as possible while not sacrificing speed or mobility. It had a built-in high-definition camera and a high-intensity flashlight, along with four large rotors capable of flight at high speeds. It was finished with a gray plastic covering, which was crudely taped together in some areas. Furthermore, it may not be the prettiest looking piece of equipment, but it will undoubtedly be effective in the field. Deedee was just about done the finishing touches to the newest addition to her arsenal. She spun the rotors, cleaned the lenses of the camera, and tested every nook and cranny to see if everything was in place. And, after nearly seven hours of building, Deeded rose from her seat, standing triumphant over her new toy." Finally!..." Deeded groaned as she stretched her arms. "Jeez! Any longer and my neck would have fallen off." Moving the chair out of her way, Deeded turned and walked to the corner of the room, where her computer system was installed. "Now to test this bad boy out!" Deedee jumped into her computer chair and turned towards the monitors, which already had live footage of several traffic cameras projecting on their screens. Entering a few command codes into the system, one of the eight monitor's pictures changed, now displaying the inside of Bill's Burgers." Excellent! Camera is operational!" Deeded said enthusiastically. "Now let's see if this baby can fly..." Deeded reached for the game pad on the far corner of the desk and plugged it into the keyboard. She proceeded to carefully move one of the joysticks upward, keeping a close eye on the monitor. A loud hum suddenly appeared behind her as the picture on the monitor began to move." Hot dog!" Deeded cheered as she twirled around in her chair towards the quad rotor. "We have liftoff, baby!" At the New Kepler Police Department, the phone began to ring."NP...." The girl was interrupted by a shouted, ended with a scream, and the phone went silent." Sir, we've just received a call from an unknown source, I need to put a trace on the location, we've got a crime in progress."" What's the details?" The girl looked at the chief. "Sir, there was shouting and gunshots, then we lost it." The chief looked at the monitor near the phone. "Tiffany's that old place, pull up security footage, now!"" I'm on i....... My God!" The girl gasped as she witnessed the scene." Get all nearby units to that location on the double! I need to make a conference call, DON'T interrupt." the chief ordered. Radio Broadcast to all cop cars in the downtown New Kepler Area." All units, we have a shooting in progress, I repeat, we have a shooting in progress, Location Tiffany's gentleman's club, 11 women dead, 9 men including 1 officer, the 2 suspects are armed and dangerous, proceed with caution. Downtown New Kepler City small-framed girl watched as 4 cops left the nearby diner, returning to their cars." Looks like we've got a lead over at Tiffany's" Jayme stated over her walkie-talkie." Now sweetie, remember, don't get in too close, those men are dangerous."" I know dad, I'll be careful, I'll stay back until the shooting is over, I just need to catch up to one of them." That was the glory of walkie-talkies, you could tell your dad anything and he'd believe you. Of course Jayme had no intention of staying away from the action. She followed the sirens toward's Tiffany's, staying above on the rooftops. Tiffany's"Just what the hell are you trying to pull here?" Frank demanded as he followed Salaries." Sinners must be judged accordingly." Salaries stated coldly." Isn't there a part in the bible that says 'thou shalt not kill' or something?"" Actually, it says not to murder, murder and killing for a just cause are different things, I've heard of you before, your hands aren't clean enough to judge me, you've killed too."" Not unarmed women!" Frank shouted." You liberals let pedophiles and animal fornicators roam the streets and then wonder why this city wreaks?" Salaries retorted." Most of these women..."" They're WHORES, whores and drug addicts, you play a hero to save people who don't want to be saved."" Then why, why do you do it then? Why are you here?" Frank asked angrily." I do it because it is my purpose, I'm here to rid this city of its sin, I am the flood that washes this city clean, fruit cannot grow when the ground is covered in decay."" So you'd kill everyone?" Forte asked horrified." If I had to. Now go back to your whore, she's waiting for you." Forte looked a bit annoyed by Salaries's comments but was more interested in the well-being of Anna, and the possible survivors inside the brothel than he was of the ramblings of a religious madman. He returned inside, ignoring the sirens in the far distance for now." They're all dead...." Anna said shakily as she looked sadly towards Forte." Dammit! You're not hurt are you?"" No...just...shaken is all..." Forte gave Anna his trench coat which she curled up underneath, leaving it draped over her form." W, why do you do it?" She asked." Do what?" Forte asked." Wear masks and kill people?"" I try not to, but sometimes in this city it's kill or be killed, I'd never let harm come to an unarmed civilian though, you see, I used to be a cop, I tried to fight on the right side of the law, but it only led to me being shot in the back... I have enemies in the police force now, crooked cops, and this mask, to me, it represents justice, it's an ideal. The person holding the gun is mortal, I can be shot and killed any day on the street, but the simple fact is that people are in need, this city needs justice, and the law needs to be upheld, even when crooked cops don't enforce it, the idea of justice is immortal, it'll live on no matter how many good cops are killed." Anna almost laughed a bit. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..."" I know, it's a cheesy sentiment, looks at where we are, in a brothel surrounded by bodies...hard to imagine hope here, but that crazy man did have one thing right, once the tiniest seed is planted, something is bound to grow out of that." Anna smiled, strangely comforted by this man's words. In New Kept, the sound of Police sirens whizzing past one's home was enough to draw your attention on any occasion, even if you were in as deep a meditation as Bryan was when he heard them passing by. Focusing on his surroundings once again, Bryan stood up and walked over to the window, seeing that there were quite a few cars, and an S.W.A.T. van passing by as well. Thatwas an interesting one. Usually, if that many cops were going somewhere, a rich businessman or some politician was in need of an escort. With S.W.A.T. though, it must have been something involving violence, or at least potential violence. That being the case, Bryan stood up and quickly got dressed in some lose clothes, and walked out of his apartment door, grabbing his scarf-like cloth on the way out. He got out of his apartment and started walking in the direction that the cars had been driving. He heard some people shouting and the noises of the city streets as day was becoming night. They were familiar to him. At one point, he believed that some people might have been speaking to him specifically. They were describing him, likely in an attempt to get his attention. These bottom level gangs like to play with the people they preyed on, mocking them, or even provoking them, before the committed themselves to a crime. Bryan wasn't provoked though. There was no place for anger in his mind. He kept walking. As he got closer to where the cop cars had been travelling, which was easy to follow since the noise of the sirens echoed through the streets, he noticed something. Bryan stopped and looked over his shoulder. There were three men there, none of whom were moving, and none of whom he had passed along the way. He was being followed. Not surprising. Bryan had no weapons, and wasn't wearing any gang colors. Bryan was a bit disappointed though. His arrival to wherever the police where would likely be delayed. Still, Bryan began walking again, his pace the exact same as before. That was, until, a pair of large men stepped out from an alley way in front of him, and began walking towards him. They stopped, and Bryan did too, about six feet from them. He said nothing, and only stared." Heeeey, man," one of them said, a stupid grin on his face. There was something bright in his mouth, and Bryan realized that this man was wearing a 'grill'. "Little late for a fella like you to be strolling around this part of town, unit?" The man asked. Bryan wasn't certain if the man was deliberately trying to sound 'street', or if he really was just not very good at speaking the English language. Either way, he didn't have time to stand there and wait while these... men... attempted to rob him. He began to walk forward, intending and passing right between the two men in front of him. One of them reached out and tried to stiff arm Bryan to stop him. Faster than either of the gangbangers could really react, Bryan's right hand snapped up and out from his side, and his knuckles connected with the jaw of the man who had tried to hold him back. As that man began to fall, Bryan stepped to his left quickly, then brought up his left foot in what looked like a sidekick, that was about a foot too far to the right. The man flinched, but that didn't really help him and Bryan pulled back, the heel of his left foot smashing into the temple of the banger, and sending him for a spill on the concrete of the sidewalk as well. As his body turned with the momentum of the kick, Bryan allowed his field of vision to move back in the direction he had come from. The Three men who had been following him were all only about ten feet away now. "I was gentle with your friends," Bryan said to them, his face void of emotion. "If any of you three attempt to stop me, you will wake up in hospital," he said his voice level. As he spoke, Bryan relaxed his stance, standing as though he were having a casual conversation and looking from one of the men to the next. None of them made a move, each looking shocked. "Smart," Bryan commented as not one of the three seemed to be interested in trying to impede his way. "I suggest you take your friends to a hospital. They will probably have concussions. Keep them awake," Bryan said. With that, he turned and walked, continuing in the direction of the police sirens. He knew that he was now in the 'red light' part of town. The cops seemed to be gathering around a strip club named 'Tiffany's'. Bryan watched from an alleyway, waiting to see what would happen. (Peters "Ditto"Age:29Tagging:OPEN Location:Downtown New Kepler City Wearing:Black leather jacket, black leather pants, black boots. Ditto walked down an alleyway and into the street kicking a young man down onto the ground. He rolled over and raised his hands in the air surrendering like some kind of dog. Ditto smirked and signaled for him to get lost. The young man stood and ran the opposite way and Ditto rolled her eyes as he ran away. This was the second time she caught the boy trying to sell fake watches a few blocks down. The first time she caught him she gave him a verbal warning to get out of her area and do something worthwhile with his life. The second time she saw him selling knockoffs she punched him in the face, chased him down the alleyway and kicked him in the butt. The person was a little puppy. Ditto walked over to a diner nearby and headed inside to order some food for her appetite. She took a seat near the back of the dinner to watch the customers come in and out of the place. The server knew Ditto for a few years now and knew exactly what she liked to eat so she came with the food ready for her. Elizabeth Ditto saved her two years ago from an abusive boyfriend that was prepared to beat her to death. Elizabeth was much stronger now and Ditto was proud of her. Ditto put hot sauce on her over easy eggs and then cut into her steak to begin eating her dinner that would help fuel her adventures tonight. Ditto noticed a group of police officers eating at a table, they all left at the same time, food left on the table half-eaten as she heard something on one of their radios about a strip club needing backup. Tiffany's. Ditto continued to finish her bite of food and waived Elizabeth over. She asked her to wrap up her food and save it for later, Ditto hated wasting food. Taking her time, she passed by the cops table noticing the mess they left behind before leaving the diner and heading to Tiffany's to observe what was going on. She stood in an alleyway across from the club, staying in the dark and out of the way. (Name:Luna FreamonTagging:Open Location:Downtown New Kepler City, Red light district Wearing:Hoodie, black pants, boots (urban protective)Smoke trails into the streetlight air from Luna's cigarette, where it dangles from her lip casually. She takes a slow breath through her nose and exhales a drag as she rounds the corner, flashing a steely, but brief, glare at a weaving drunk-- or pretend-drunk-- that comes within ten feet. Whether he intended ill or not, the pedestrian staggers in a pattern more out of her reach, turning to try the cage-shielded door of a video/novelty store, and for a moment their shadows in the glaring neon and fluorescent lights cross each other, are one, before diverging forever. A police cruiser roars by on the street, moving fast enough to ruffle her heavy-lined jacket, its flashing blue lights spattering storefronts and board-covered windows, siren chirping like a wild bird. Annoyed by this, Luna hopes not to find that her destination-- ladies' night, no cover-- is overrun by the city's finest abusive, selectively-legal, easily-corrupted and morally deviant police. Not that it would be a surprise... they'd be shaking down anyone for easy pinches on low-level drugs, 'confiscating' any cash they could, sneaking cell-phone photos and cheap feels, maybe even blackmailing repeat-offenders for a quick tug in the back room. Yeah... if that's the case, she'll pay extra for shitty beer on theotherside of town, no questions asked... no need to look for trouble, no matter how she plans on spending the night. Which, until now, she'd hoped would be taking in eye-candy while drinking half-priced beer until she found a suitably slimy pimp to follow, rob, and cripple. For now, she can only linger in the street and watch from the doorway of a closed-down Korean grocery, finishing the first Camel by using its cherry to light the next. Tiffany's main entrance----Salaries was on his way when the cops began filing in.3 cars pulled up in front of him to which Salaries held up his arms in surrender to show that he wasn't going to attack, and thus prevent being fired on. By this time Forte heard the sirens pull up not far from the building. "Dammit! Get back to the rear doors, this might get messy." Anna nodded. Outside three cops approached Salaries. "Alright clown, just what the hell are you supposed to be here?" the first officer asked." Not Hell, Heaven, I'm God's judgement on a wicked world, here to cleanse this city of its sins." Salaries replied." Looks like the cleansing is over pal, just take off the mask and put your hands behind your back." Salahiel smiled politely and reached behind his head to untie his mask. Only he had no intention of doing so, because just below his neck was a small knife which he grabbed and threw into the cop's forehead, killing the man instantly. He kicked the cop towards his 2 fellow officers, knocking them over before they could fire on him. The 3 officers who were still on standby at the car ducked behind their doors in case Salaries decided to shoot as they opened fire, but only hitting Salaries's bullet-proof vest once, the other 2 shots missing their target before Salaries vaulted over a car that was across the street, using it as cover as the cops opened fire in his direction. Alleyway behind Tiffany's----Jayme could hear the sirens approaching, the small alleyway only lent room for a singular cop car in a row, but the officers had doubled up to fit 4 in each of the cars." Damn, I hope they know they have cops coming in from both angles now." Jayme threw down a smoke grenade, and slid down the fire escape as the officers fired up to where she had previously been observing the action. Using the smoke as cover Jayme cuffed 2 of the cops together and another around a streetlight. Suddenly there was a loud bang and a pain that nearly knocked the wind out of her as a cop shot Jayme in the chest." Dad's going to kill me you bastard!" Jayme exclaimed as she kicked the gun out of the officer's hand. Before retreating to the alleyway Jayme hit the back door of Tiffany's with another smoke grenade as the cops fired in her direction." She's just a kid, don't kill her I need one guy on apprehension, and uncuff our guys someone." one of the officers ordered, "The rest of us will go in the back and take them by surprise." Inside Tiffany's----"Um...there's smoke coming in through the back door!" Anna exclaimed." They're trying to ambush us from both sides now!? I should have known!" Frank continued to act tough but in fact he was panicking at the moment, he had only intended to kill ONE crooked cop and maybe knock out a few bouncers, he didn't have nearly enough ammunition to take on a full-on ambush from the police. Suddenly the front door was kicked open." You again!" Frank exclaimed raising his gun towards Salaries." We've got five guys out front, what kind of guns are you carrying?" Salaries asked." I've got a handgun, what about you?"" I've got two, and they're almost empty." Salaries stated, "Can the girl fight?"" I can knock away a rapist...or some crooked cop if he tries to grab me, but it's not killing a man with my bare hands." Anna stated." Try not to die." Salaries stated coldly. The rear door began to shake as the cops attempted to break it down. The bolts were rusty and wouldn't hold out long." We go up into the ceiling, there should be a maintenance hatch that leads to the roof, we'll escape from there." Salaries added. Frank nodded and took the rear, keeping Anna between him and Salaries. The trio crammed themselves into the bathroom and Salaries locked the door behind them." It might only buy us a second or two but in our field seconds matter, now get on my shoulders." he ordered Anna." What?!" Anna exclaimed." You're the lightest one to do it, I doubt you could carry me or him on yours." As Salaries lifted Anna onto his shoulders they could hear the rear door burst open and Anna screamed." Quiet!" Salaries ordered angrily." W-what are you, quit peeking up my skirt!" Anna exclaimed." Keep your eyes on the ceiling panel, I'm only making sure you don't screw this up and kill us all." Salaries replied. "Besides, you're a prostitute."" Hey, I STILL have a shred of dignity left ok." Anna replied angrily as she dislodged the panel. Salahiel boosted Anna up until she could climb up into the crawlspace above them. "Alright, now one of us goes." Salaries looked at Forte. "I still have most of my ammo left, so I'll go last." Forte helped Salaries into the crawlspace, but it began to creak under the weight of 2 people. "Go forward, we need to spread the weight out over the crawlspace." Salaries ordered. As Anna moved forward Salaries pulled up Forte, the panels nearly collapsed so they had to move quickly. Frank made sure the sink was kicked on before climbing up, the wet floor might slip up the first few guys to run through the door." In there!" Frank heard the men shouting from outside the bathroom. They had only moved a few feet when Frank heard the door below burst open. Kephler City Rooftops----Jayme sighed as she saw the armored truck with the letters S.W.A.T. on the side pull up. In front of the building. Suddenly there was a loud bang as the nearby maintenance panel was knocked aside. Jayme raised a baton ready to attack. There's more of you guys?!" Anna exclaimed noticing the girl." You're not with the cops are you?" Frank asked." I'm wearing a mask! And no, I want to help you guys." Jayme insisted." But you're a kid." Salaries added." I might not be good at fighting, but my dad taught me a few things about escaping tough situations." Jayme replied. Suddenly they heard a loud series of bangs down in the alleyway. Being careful not to get spotted Frank observed group of cops firing into a large column of smoke. There were more flashes and pops from the smoke resembling gunshots though no bullets were being fired at the cops." Flashbangs, they can't see that there's nobody in the smoke, the flash bangs work to resemble gunfire so they think they have enemies hiding in the smoke for cover." Jayme exclaimed. Suddenly they heard gunfire and had to duck behind the nearby sign to avoid being hit." They're coming up the fire escape! The team below must have told them we used the roof to escape!" Frank exclaimed." Alright, we use the rooftops." Jayme suggested." I-I can't jump that far!" Anna exclaimed." Leave her, she's dead-weight" Salaries ordered Forte." We've all come this far, I'm not letting them get her!" Forte growled. "You guys do what you want, but I'm not letting anyone stay behind!"" Alright, meet us at willow bridge, I've got a plan if you can get us there." Jayme responded. Forte and Salaries used their remaining ammo to gun down the cops in pursuit from the fire escape. Though the SWAT team officers were too well-equipped and quickly rose to take their place, using their numbers to advance slowly." Wire!" Salaries ordered Jayme she nodded and tossed him a small spool before running to the west side wall and jumping across to the next building. Salahiel looked down, judging positions of the cops in the alleyway. Fortunately they were smart and brought in motorcycles where the cars would not fit in the narrow alley. Salaries used the borrowed wire to swing down, kicking a cop through the nearby building's window. He spun around to encounter two more cops who he stabbed with his swords, shooting the fourth in the head. As more cops ran out of the back door of Tiffany's to greet him, Salaries was already speeding away on a stolen motorcycle. The cops above on the fire escape turned to fire on him, but he was already out of their range for a good aim. The distraction of the cops on the fire escape allowed Forte to make his break for the building next door. He covered Anna's mouth, knowing her screaming would give away their position as he jumped off the roof's east side, breaking through the building next door's window. Forte took most of the blow while shielding Anna." A-are you ok...?"" I'm wearing body armor...but it was a rough landing." Forte responded shaking off the broken glass." They probably heard that, we only have a limited amount of time before they make it down from the fire-escape to re-enforce the ones coming in from the ground."" So where do we go now?" Anna asked." They got a team in front they'll be watching Tiffany's, but they'll see us if we use that door, there's a group coming down from the fire escape right now, and the group who attacked us from the back alleyway. It looks like the front is our best bet..." Frank replied. Quietly Frank opened the front door and ducked down as they made their way towards a nearby car." Come out now or we'll shoot!" The officer ordered as their attention was turned to the building Frank and Anna had just escaped. Frank smirked as he noticed a black car pull up in the distance."2 blocks back, Willow bridge"The SWAT team opened fire as Frank and Anna ducked behind cars to escape from their attackers. Frank used the last of his ammo as the second team filed out of the building they had just escaped. As they got nearer the bridge Jayme shouted out. "Duck!" Anna and Frank did so as firecrackers dispersed in multiple directions, forcing the pursuing foes to take cover as they made it to the car which was driven by a big man with a red mask over his head." I'm going to distract the cops, you guys get away!" Frank ordered." B-but..." Anna looked shocked." I'll meet you when it's safe, don't worry, I'll find you." he said with a smirk." Get in!" Jayme ordered as she pulled Anna into the car. The Car sped off and Forte made his way to the edge of the bridge." Chase them and possibly lose them, or catch me for sure." he said with a smirk, looking at the pursuing officers. Suddenly there was a loud bang and smoke as Forte set of the smoke bomb he held next to his chest. His body fell from the bridge into the river." Dammit! Get down there on the double!" the leader ordered. Smoke rose from the river, dispersed as the bomb was carried by the current, making it hard to spot a body which was not floating in the river. By the time anyone had climbed down to the riverside Forte was gone. News Report----"In other news today, the new face of organized gang violence. Police shot down a man who called himself by the codename Forte, this gang is known by their signature masks which are marked differently for each member and claims to be cleansing this city of its sins. The DA refuses to comment on this new development but to say the recent rise in violent crimes is well under their control. We'll have more as the story progresses." Downtown New Kepler City----A man in black carried a torn backpack as he made his way to the old train station. Past a close-down Korean grocery store. For him this ghost-town was a safe haven, the cops wouldn't be poking their noses here anytime soon, it wasn't because it was a dangerous spot, in fact nobody really cared. When the new subway routes were built this area saw little traffic and eventually was abandoned altogether. Now it was home mostly to squatters and shit-peddlers. This man had probably seen better days, and if anyone asked him where he got his bruises he'd simply reply, "I got into another fight over rent again, they don't like it when I don't pay my debts on time." See, this was a typical response Frank used to detour any prying ears. Though he found few of them here, someone always seemed to ask. Frank used his key to cram his bag into the nearby lockers before making his way to a small set of apartment buildings. Bryan hadn't heard the conversation, but he had seen the masked man walk out of the strip club and, apparently, kill the police officer that had been talking to him, probably trying to convince him to surrender. Thinking for a moment, Bryan noticed that the S.W.A.T. van was emptying and the S.W.A.T. officers were moving in as the action picked up, the distinct sound of gun shots echoing, accompanied by shouts and screams. Bryan moved quickly, wrapping the cloth around his face, leaving his eyes uncovered, but everything else hidden from view. As he finished doing so, he started to sprint, and leaped up onto the top of the S.W.A.T. van, and then laid flat on top of it, waiting. It only took a matter of a few minutes before the S.W.A.T. van started to move again. They were chasing someone or something, as the lights were flashing and the sirens were damn loud. Bryan just took deep breaths and relaxed though, gripping on tightly. The van passed over a bridge and continued, and Bryan looked ahead, seeing a car that the van was obviously chasing, along with a couple of cop cars in front. Bryan heard gunshots then, and dragged himself closer to the front of the van, seeing an S.W.A.T. officer leaning out of the front window and trying to shoot at the car that they were chasing. Quickly, Bryan wrapped both of his legs around the lights on the top of the van, and then leaned down, snaking his right arm around the neck of the S.W.A.T. officer, and then his left arm following, which he gripped tightly with his right hand, effectively applying a rear naked choke. The man started to squirm, but Bryan simply squeezed and pulled up, dragging the man out of the window and up onto the top of the S.W.A.T. van with him. After squeezing the choke for a few more seconds, the man went limp, now unconscious. Bryan shifted himself and the officer, and then shoved him off of the back of the van, and he landed on the front of a cop car that was behind the van. The car that the officers body landed on began to spin, and slowed down, causing it to be crashed into by the car immediately behind it. The S.W.A.T. van began to slow down, abandoning the chasing of the car and pulling to a stop at the side of the road. Bryan scrambled quickly to get to the driver's side of the van. The driver leaped out of the van, and then Bryan slid down behind him, driving his elbow into the side of the man's neck. This officer's legs started to give out of him, but Bryan supported his weight, holding him between himself and the back of the van. Three more S.W.A.T. officers came around the side and fired their SMG's, the bullets stopped by the body of the van driver. Bryan shoved the man towards the other officers then, and immediately followed. He grabbed the helmet of the nearest officer with his right hand, and began to twist and lift, meanwhile he used his left hand to grasp the barrel of the officers gun, forcing it to the side, causing the man to shoot his two fellows, and he held down the trigger in a panic when, with his helmet being forcibly turned, he was unable to see. The two S.W.A.T. officers fell, and the third, still alive, tried to grab at Bryan. Bryan ripped the man's gun out of his hands and then quickly dashed around the man, and then snapped his neck with both of his hands. The man fell to the ground, twitching a little bit. Bryan knew he had to move though, hearing sirens getting closer. He quickly ran towards the nearest building, and leaping up, grabbed onto the ladder of the fire escape. He dragged himself up and then started to climb, quickly making his way to the roof and then staring down, back in the direction that the strip club was at, wondering what had started the fighting. (Peters "Ditto"Age:29Tagging:OPEN Location:Downtown New Kepler City Wearing:Black leather jacket, black leather pants, black boots. Ditto watched the club while remaining in the dark. There were guns and explosions, and she knew that she would be no use as she only carried one pistol on her. Ditto turned and returned to the dinner and Elizabeth brought out her leftovers so she could finish them. Full from her meal, Ditto paid Elizabeth tipping her $10 for her troubles and went outside to check online for any news about the events at Tiffany's. A man by the name Forte was shot down, he was involved in gang violence and Ditto rolled her eyes in response. When would people stop fighting each other over bad shift and fight for good shit? Ditto walked over to her motorbike and put her helmet on. She was going to pay a visit to the red-light district to knock some sense in to the womanizers there. Ditto stopped in front of a closed down Korean Grocery store and got off her motorcycle, she glanced over at a woman with dark hair smoking a cigarette. She seemed tough, like someone even she herself would not want to fuck with. Ditto raised her eyebrows and placed her keys in her jacket, locking her helmet to the side of her motorbike. (Name:Luna FreamonTagging:Open Location:Downtown New Kepler City, Red light district Wearing:Hoodie, black pants, boots (urban protective)Luna watches the motorcycle's approach from the corner of her eye, letting the smoke from her last drag trail from her nostrils lazily as she studies the driver. Before Ditto had removed her helmet, Luna sizes up from her build that the rider is a woman-- a young one, and probably a pretty one, from the way she carries herself-- the kind of confidence from a physical life mixed with a natural grace, like a ballet dancer no stranger to the streets. Not bad, Luna thinks as the rider locks down her helmet, and watches her curiously as the young woman prepares to head off. Thinking back on the hard-faced man she'd just seen pass, she can't help the spark of curiosity that the young woman's nonchalant confidence brings out. "Nice ride," she says coyly, looking up to follow the path that the man with the backpack had just followed to the apartment buildings. "Sure you want to bring it tothispart of town?" Red-light District, Apartments----Once inside the old apartment, Frank double bolted the door locks and double-checked the blinds near the window. He grabbed two tools after stripping off his soaked clothing The first town was to dry himself, the second he used to dry out his mask so it would not accumulate rust from the ordeal." Fortunately I won't need my gear for this mission, just a spare coat and the mask, at least that should give my equipment some time to dry..." Frank stated to himself, making a mental note. Downtown Kepler City, Church----"I can't be harboring terrorists." The priest stated looking angrily at Salaries"It wasn't me, it was some guy named Forte." Salaries responded." All those gunshots, masked vigilantes, and you're trying to tell me you had NOTHING to do with that?!"" And what if I did? I could easily kill you to keep your mouth shut."" And kill a man of God?"" You're no man of God, just some speaker with a fancy college degree who THINKS he knows God, but I need your place and I don't want cops getting suspicious, you won't be finding blood near your doorway anytime soon." Salahiel trudged up the stairs to the office which he had taken on as his personal room for the time being, the priest sighed and went downstairs to tend to the prayer meeting.Red-light district----"Nice bike, I'd be glad to take it off your hands if you ever decide to sell it, most of the scroungers around here wouldn't know what to do with it." a large man stated as he looked towards Bridget and Luna. There was a tall, busty woman with blonde hair clinging to his arm, the smirk on her face seemed almost.....evil, but for now they didn't seem to intend any sort of harm. (Name:Luna FreamonTagging:Ditto, two strangers Location:Downtown New Kepler City, Red light district Wearing:Hoodie, black pants, boots (urban protective)Luna hangs back for the moment, not seeming to like being trumped by the couple-- their confidence is admirable, but something about the two of them chafes the girl's nerves. She takes a long drag from the cigarette-- sneakily, really, it's a more quick puff in the midst of a very deep breath as she preps her lungs, just in case. She tenses her stomach muscles and forces a broad smile, her dark-lined and eye shadowed blues glimmering from the half-shadow of her hood." Maybe you'd tradeyourride," she says with a teasing grin, tipping her chin toward the stacked blonde. "Most guys wouldn't know what to do with that either." (Peters "Ditto"Age:29Tagging:Luna Reason and two strangers Location:Downtown New Kepler City Wearing:Black leather jacket, black leather pants, black boots. Bridget looked to the woman's eyes as she spoke to her and smirked at her concern. "This baby is equipped with some high-tech security." It really was not high-tech, it was a tracker. She would be able to track the bike to whoever took it, beat their ass and get her baby back into her hands. However, whoever wanted to pick it up would have to have some good strength and a variety of tools. Bridget noticed the couple talk to a blonde-haired person nearby in a crude manner and Bridget rolled her eyes at their depravity. "Guys your sense of humor sucks," she muttered under her breath. "And your target makes you look cowardly and pathetic." Bridget leaned against her bike and smirked, keeping an eye trained on the red-headed woman with the cigarette.

A World Without Heroes (Official RP Thread)|rating:4.0

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Closed for BethJonesBrian Richards worked for Elite Machines a UK based fitness machine manufacturer and distributor, it was a great company to work for, the pay was great and included in the hours of work an hour a day at the company gym, because of the increase fitness of its staff less time was lost in sickness so the company benefitted accordingly, it also had the effect of keeping bodies fit and toned. Brian worked in the design department on the seventh floor of the 12-Storey EM Building, over 900 people worked in the building and one of them had a very special connection to Brian, and today he'd find out who that person was. For two years Brian had role-played online exploring his fantasies with numerous writing partners most threads died quickly, but some lasted, one in particular had been running for over 18 months, in it, he was playing a nerdy school boy banging a high school cheerleader and her ex-centerfold mom they had managed to find interesting situations for the three characters so that the sex scenes always seemed fresh and like many successful threads there had been a lot of chatting off site going on. He had discovered that his writing partner lived in the same city very early on, but the discovery that they worked for the same company had at first presented the classic 'oh my God' response but once they had moved on from that they had started to escalate their flirting to the point that they just had to meet. Brian stood outside the entrance to Farley's a café/pub just around the corner from the EM building it was Thursday evening at 4:58 his writing partner was due to show at 5pm, and he was nervous, they had agreed that they would have coffee and anything else that might happen would only happen if they both agreed. Brian saw a few women from work walking towards him on the other side of the road, but they continued their journey without a second glance in his direction. His watch beeped 5pm any moment now...BIOBrian Richards Age 386ft2 black hair blue eyes Never married very toned body thanks to the companies' fitness policy All day Ann had shuffled in her chair, watching the clock and how the day had dragged. Her mind raced wondering what Brian would think when they met, although in good shape she did have a little secret, the key to their stimulating chats. Ann was divorced and had been now for a number of years, she hadn't dated anyone since she had split with her husband. She hadn't felt the need to find anyone else, the stimulating role play more than took care of her sexual cravings and as for companionship her three daughters more than kept her entertained.Finally, half four arrived, she got her coat and started to head for the lift, Ann worked on the 10th floor which provided excellent views over Manchester and the surrounding area. The only problem with the tenth floor was the temperamental lifts, and as is always the way, it was today they decided not to work. Although walking down nine floors worth of steps was no issue for this physically fit 48-year-old, Ann had opted for heels, tights and a knee-length skirt with a blouse covered by a black jumper, not the most practical for the long walk ahead. Once she had reached the seventh floor she discovered the lifts were back in operation and decide to take the lift instead, as it approached the first floor the lights went out and the lift stopped. Thirty minutes later, the engineers had it working again and Ann was released. After freshening up Ann finally left the building and headed around the corner to Farley's, she spotted a man looking rather impatient and puzzled. She knew this had to be Brian, his description didn't do him justice. Ann approached the man as casually as she could, "Brian?" she asked as she extended her hand and smiled. BioAnn Davies485'6, shoulder-length black hair, 36c-28-38 (UK size 12)Divorced mum of three girls, in good shape thanks to fitness policy. "Ann" Brian said his eyes lighted up as he took in the women in front of him, "Lifts?" the slight nod told all, for a company so wealthy it seemed to have cut the budget on the lifts when it had commissioned the building, they were safe...when they worked. Wind suddenly swept along the road and Brian didn't need to look up to see clouds were forming above, as the song went 'if rain makes Britain great then Manchester is greater'. Brian guided Ann inside to the café, being Thursday and still early Farley's was still quiet, a couple of people from Elite were there, but Brian only knew then by sight. A young girl trying to hide her boredom showed them to a small table away from the TV which was showing a sports program, ordinarily it would take Brian's attention since it was showing 'highlights' of Manchester City's season and Brian loved to mock the 'bitters'. However, this day his focus was on the woman sitting opposite, a woman he had seen before but never spoken to before this day, a woman he didn't know, yet he felt he knew her completely. The girl left with their coffee orders and suddenly they were alone. Brian smiled "Wow this is a little odd isn't it, I mean I feel like we know each other very well but at the same time, not at all". Brian's eyes flicked from her face to her torso and back again, online characters were mostly body perfect, never getting STD's and able to last for hours, in other words removed from reality. Yet this woman was in fact, body prefect and at 48 she looked just as close to 30 as she was to 50...could she go for hours? The question begged answering, yet Brian knew he would have to push it aside, if this night provided that answer it would be a bonus, for this meeting was to have coffee and answer the question they both had wanted an answer to since discovering that in real life they worked for the same company 'who are you?'....nothing more would happen without mutual consent." So I have to say this" Brian continued", you're a fantastic writer, lucky me only has to write for one character, but you have to keep track of all those women...you know when we first started the thread the way you're writing changed when ever you posted for the mum and then the daughter well it was so good I felt like two different writers were online with me....that's a remarkable gift"Just then the young girl returned with their coffee she smiled and then left, Brian's eyes would normally have followed the retreating form, but he couldn't seem to find himself drawn away from Ann she was truly stunning. Ann was pleasantly reminded that Brian worked in the same building when he guessed her problem was with the lifts, the number of times she had had to apologize for being late and no one ever understood. This was Ann's first list to Farley's, although just around the corner she had never set foot inside. She was pleasantly surprised with the tasteful decor, the background volume on the TV; there was nothing she hated more than going out for a quiet coffee and having to shout as if she was in a concert. The table was small and felt extremely intimate, Ann felt a little strange with the set-up as she knew this man intimately through their discussions yet knew nothing at all. The arrival of the coffee was most welcome, firstly to quench the thirst Ann had built up on trying to get to the meeting on time, and secondly it was a welcome distraction from the topic of managing two characters. The playing of two characters was Ann's guilty little secret. Ann took the arrival of the coffee to turn the attention to Brian, her eyes drawn to his smile, it made her feel so at ease despite the obvious awkwardness of the situation. Conversation between the pair seemed to flow, the online connection seemed to spill over into real life making a pleasant evening. Farley's had started to get more busy, filling with locals attending the weekly quiz, the intimacy was lost as the noise level rose. Although Ann felt total at ease in Brian's company she didn't feel she could suggest moving on somewhere else. Farley's was getting crowded, online things would be easier Brian's character David would suggest that they head back to Ann's characters house...they would depart with the young lady who had first greeted them in tow, except the young girl would have flirted continuously with David...when they got to the house, the daughter would be there with one of her girlfriends and from there the four women would be fucked well into the night...it was so much easier online. Brian looked at Ann and smiled he had not expected to lose time in this place, but Ann had been everything he hoped she would, the person in their off site chats was the person he saw in front of him. They had agreed before meeting that any request to progress the night-right up to sex) would only happen if both agreed but that neither would think less of the other if one wished to progress beyond the wish of the other."There's a nice Chinese restaurant I know, the Pond Quay the food is varied and it's normally quiet on a Thursday night, its" Brian blushed" well it's also less than a minute from my home" Brian's eyes looked at Ann searching for a hint that she objected, "It's just a quick taxi to Urmston"Brian normally wouldn't be so forward but his gut told him to be confident, and while he knew nothing was certain the bigger part of him knew that if anything was to happen then offering to end the night early was a sure fire way of sleeping alone tonight. Ann smiled, "I know it well she" said, "Emma, my daughter works there, might even get us a nice discount," she chuckled. Ann knew that although there were many benefits to working for Elite Machines, huge salaries were not common." A Chinese sounds good, although I'll have to hit the gym tomorrow!" Ann chuckled, she knew her figure could more than handle a Chinese. As she said it Ann suddenly remembered one of their chats, based on a night out, where she and Brian had gone to a restraint, and ended up taking the waitress back after the meal. Ann realized just how real that thread could become, she felt a little aroused by the thought, especially as her title writing secret could soon be out of the bag, especially if Brian met Emma. It was too late to go back on what she had agreed too, what would Brian think if he turned him down now. Although, now feeling a little uneasy, she continued to follow Brian's lead as they climbed in a taxi heading for the Pond Quay. The taxi ride went by quickly, while it had been raining earlier the night sky was clear of clouds. Brian was surprised at how small the world really was, not only did his writing partner work in the same building for the same company as him, but her daughter worked at a restaurant just a few minutes walk from his home, he'd been to the restaurant a few times in the past and recalled most of the waitresses somewhere Chinese some were not, all were beautiful, on reflection Brian recalled one in particular who looked close to Ann's looks. Getting into the restaurant was easy enough it was only two thirds full, there were shown to a small table beside a wall and close but not directly next to the entrance to the kitchen, the young Chinese waitress took their drinks order and turned away her tight body causing several male guests to look as she walked by, but Brian worked hard not to follow suit, beside Ann was stunning enough to be a focal point of attention. In the kitchen Maggie Yes walked up to Emma and smiled "Your mother is here with a man, very nice looking I'd give him a go "Maggie then moved to fulfill the drinks order, her thoughts on the man, he was fine looking, if she wasn't married the things she would do to that man....then of course her husband wasn't exactly high on performance...with a sigh she poured the drinks for the couple and composed herself before walking back to the table, her eyes dwelt on the man with Emma smother for a few seconds more than was seemly before retreating back to the kitchen...the order for another table was ready. Ann had eaten here many a time with her daughters, but as far as she could remember it was the first time she had ever eaten with a man. The waitresses all wore tight-fitting authentic oriental dresses, tonight they were in black dresses with a flower pattern. The dresses were knee-length, and tasteful. Ann sipped on her diet coke, while looking over the menu deciding what she should have. Emma was in the kitchen, when Maggie told her about the man her mum was with she began to wonder if this WS the guy her mum spent so much time online with. She knew that the two worked in the same building and knew they were planning to meet, but had no idea it was tonight. Emma decided to leave the kitchen and introduce herself, if this was the man she thought it was, she already knew a lot about him and hoped he would make her mum happy. Emma approached the table boldly, smiling at her mum. "So who is this fine gentleman you are out with?" she asked. Ann shifted in her seat a little uneasy having Emma come over, "This is Brian, he works at Elite with me," Ann replied. "And, this is Emma," she introduced her daughter quickly in the hope she would disappear and leave them alone. Brian's eyes turned and widened for a few seconds, he'd seen her several times in the past and one occasion several months earlier as he was walking home from a friend when her boyfriend(he guessed) had been overly horny as he dropped her off to work, he'd caught clear sight of a firm breast being sucked on just outside the staff entrance .later that night he'd jerked off to that sight, wishing he could get his dick in such a beautiful woman." Hello Emma" Brian said shaking hands...mother and daughter...if Emma knew what her mother wrote online, for Brian the basis of the thread was getting to experience through the mind what could have happened when he was a young boy, if only he'd shown some courage and knew the location of the keys to his fathers drinks cabinet ...he wondered what Ann's motivation was for writing about a mother and daughter fucking a young boy."It's a pleasure to meet you" his eyes on Emma for a few seconds after the handshake ended "You didn't tell me how attractive your daughter was but considering the source I guess it's no surprise". There was no difference in beauty between the two women and if fate had robbed some of Ann's youthful beauty then the question begged how truly stunning had Ann been as a young woman. Maggie had gone into a small staff room for a few seconds, her fat husband would be drunk or asleep now, so no cock for Maggie tonight not that she particularly wanted what was on offer at home...now the man with Emma's mum there was a man she could fuck, nice face, firm body, she touched herself for a few minutes at the thought of him. When Maggie came out of the kitchen to take their orders she saw Emma and made a guess "You're taking your break now Emma?" it was more a statement than a question" do you want your usual?" Emma smiled as she shook hands, recognizing this as the man from the internet straight away." Nice to meet you," Emma replied as she took the spare seat at the table. Ann felt uneasy about this, but tried not to show it. Emma realized this was making her mum a little uncomfortable, but made the decision to stay where she was for now. "I'm sure she did tell you how attractive I am," Emma teased. Ann's mind wandered for a moment thinking back to the many detailed threads they had been involved in, and she was certain that Emma had been described in perfect detail, strangely enough in a thread they called 'oriental buffet'. The thought of the thread made Ann feel more uneasy, she hadn't realized how life like she had made her threads basing characters on those she knew and using locations she had often visited, maybe this was why she had come such a good writer. Maggie interrupted wanting to take the orders, Ann was pleased as Maggie took Emma to task about her break. Emma returned to the kitchen leaving Brian and Ann as they placed the order. Maggie handed the order to the head cook and walked over to Emma "Sorry about that Emma" then looking around seeing that no one was paying attention "Your mother is very lucky, he's a fine looking man I'd happily lay down beneath him for a few hours... I saw that look in your eyes you'd do him as well..." plates were placed on the kitchen mantel for another order, with a sigh Maggie went and picked them up. Tonight would be an early night ahead of the three nights of madness.or Friday Saturday Sunday as others called them, for Maggie it meant going home to the fat blob, who when he was sober enough to fuck tended to come after two or three minutes, she was so horny that she was close to screaming. Her next door neighbors dorky son was looking more attractive each day.at least he wanted her. Brian looked at Ann as Emma disappeared.there was an awkward silence for Brian stated to put two and two together, the threads they had been writing he could see Emma in a couple of them and the Chinese waitress she was in Oriental Buffet described almost to a tee." No one said this would be easy, when we have had our meal..." Brian reached out and held Ann's hand gently "I' want you to spend the night with me...there's something about all this that is right...if we allow ourselves, I think this will be a night to remember" Ann smiled, not entirely sure what to say, on one hand she could see the potential for this to be a fantastic night, everything falling neatly into place to live out the fantasy of Oriental Buffet, but then there was something inside telling her not to do this. The notion that fantasy is often better than reality troubled her a little, if this didn't go to plan she would have to see Brian on a daily basis, could she cope if things didn't go to plan? Ann excused herself and went to the bathroom, needing a minute to herself. The strangest part of all was that this is exactly how the thread played out, two people meet go to a restraint, meet the daughter and an unsatisfied older waitress, mother gets butterflies and excuses herself...when she returns daughter is flirting with the man. It was as if someone was making them live out the script the had put together. Ann left the bathroom, and she was shocked to see Emma sat with Brian, but then of course Emma knew the thread as well as Ann. Emma sat flirting with Brian, resting her hand on his thigh as she chatted about work, boys and anything else that came to mind. Emma had pulled her dress up a little to reveal more leg and was encouraging Brian to have a good look. Seeing her mum returning from the bathroom, Emma stood and winked at Brian as she returned to the kitchen. Ann sat down, still not sure about the situation, but for now content to let it play out and see what happens. The restraint was quietening down, with people finishing their meals and leaving, as the restraint emptied Ann's thoughts returned to what happened next in 'oriental buffet' Maggie had watched Emma with the man she now knew to be called Brian, her lips licked as she imagined him inside her, Maggie had been married for five years and except for the first month, which had been non-stop sex, had gotten laid only a dozen times since and not one of those encounters had been close to satisfactory, she had said no to countless proposals, but her limit had been reached...it was either Brian tonight or dorky schoolboy tomorrow...but how?" You're right I'd love to fuck him" Emma said softly and suddenly Maggie knew how....or at least who. Brian watched Ann as she returned, feeling a little guilty about Emma and yet being here only heightened his desire, the fact Ann had not answered his proposal at all was a little off-putting. Another waitress picked up there plates passing glance at Brian but looking very tied, and so she did not react as Maggie had. Emma smiled as she got her coat on and looked at Maggie, she was in her late 20s but had a body firm and petite "Ready"With that they both walked into the restaurant proper, Emma now knew Brian lived a short distance from this place...so did Maggie, just in the opposite direction but Brian didn't have to know that." Mum, Brian I'm going to walk Maggie home is it all right if we walk with you, she doesn't live too far from here" Emma smiled she'd read Oriental Buffet herself....hell with Brian and her Mum she'd helped co-write it...now all that needed was for them to get to Brian's house, having flirted with him the entire way...then everyone was going to get laid Ann realized how everything was dropping into place, a direct result of Emma's manipulation of the situation. Emma was very manipulative by nature. Ann discovered Emma's powers of manipulation two years ago, when one evening when Ann had thought she had the house to herself for the night. Ann had been sat at her laptop, logged into her favorite site, posting in a role playing forum. She had found that the forum allowed her to relieve her tension and live out a few fantasies safe in the knowledge that no one would know her. She had been on the couch, completely naked enjoying the mental stimulation from the forum and the physical stimulation from her hands. It was one of her early attempts at the ex-centerfold and her daughter threads, although early days the thread had more than stimulated her. Just as Ann was riding out an orgasm, Emma had appeared, a little drunk, and very horny. Ann was more shocked than Emma, who took it all in her stride. Emma sat herself on the couch next to her mother and without even a second glance at her naked mother she began to read the screen, commenting on how Ann should improve the daughters' character.although embarked by the situation, Ann had listened carefully, from there Emma and Ann had started to work together writing the threads, at first Emma would read over the posts suggesting changes. One day however, Emma became frustrated with having to redevelop her mum's work and so decided that she would take over the daughters part. From that point on they never sat together writing, never knowing the pleasure they brought to each other through their work. The reason the characters seemed so defined was simply because they were being played out by two different people. Ann's mind raced as she thought about what the night would bring. Ann smiled at Emma and Maggie, "It's fine with me as long as Brian is happy." Brian knew this had to be some trick of fate, everything was matching up to one of their threads, and it was definitely a case of life imitating art. A part of him wanted to say no, for this night was his and Ann's and while he did not believe for one second anything like Oriental Buffet would occur this night he could no by nature find a way to the other two women to go their separate ways." Okay" Brian said looking at Ann with a shrug. He paid the bill and then walked out with all three women, he put his hand in Ann's their fingers entwined in the cool night air, unexpectedly Emma took a hold of his other arm while Maggie walked beside her workmate. A young drunk walked by...rare in this part of Manchester but not unknown he was at least a happy drunk..." Hey when you finished fucking them let me have a go 'Kay" the man stumbled and then carried on his way, it was all Brian could do not the blush, but it was Maggie that really set the tone for the walk home when she said back to the late teen "Stick around in a couple of hours I might need you I'm so fucking horny"Emma looked at her friend in mock shock "Maggie, you shouldn't say that Brian might get jealous I'm sure a man like him can satisfy all of us and more can't you Brian," Emma lent in and whispered "I want to fuck you"Those words caused a reaction, Brian's cock semi hard all night now pushed against his pants the bulge unmistakable as they turned a corner and into a streetlight Emma looked down and saw the bulge." Mother, Maggie it appears Brian knows what he wants lets give him that"Maggie looked at Brian and stepped ahead before turning around and facing Brian her hand when to the bulge..." Nice, you ever fuck three horny women in one night or shall I call the drunk guy back"Brian looked at Ann not quite sure how to react except to say "My house is two doors down" in light of the situation an utterly odd thing to say except it was word for word what he'd written several months earlier, before three women had taken him into his house and part made passionate love to his character. Ann recognized Brian's words almost immediately, she began to wonder if this whole night had been set up by Emma, everything seemed to mirror the original thread. Ann was a little unsure herself of what to do, she still had a niggling feeling that this was wrong and that fantasy should remain just that. Emma however was obviously looking forward to what was to come, her mind wandered, thinking to herself if Brian can fuck half as well as he writes..." We best get a move on," Emma said, "I'm not sure Maggie can wait that long!" With that the pace quickened as the four of them headed to Brian's house, Ann was swept along with the obvious excitement felt by Maggie and Emma. If only Ann's mind was as clear as the night sky, still feeling uncomfortable about the situation as they reached Brian's door, his key in the lock, she knew there was no turning back once they entered the house. Emma and Maggie entered the house first while Ann hung back. Brian obviously sensed her reluctance, he turned and kissed Ann on the lips, a light gentle kiss. The first kiss she had had for nearly two years, she knew from that moment she wanted more. Ann followed Brian into the house, she noticed how clean and tidy it was, strangely not how she imagined it, very different from anything Brian had described. Brian held Ann's hand as they walked into his home, he'd inherited the house six years earlier when his mother joined his father into the afterlife, in truth he was very excited about having sex with these three women, a mother and daughter had been his oldest fantasy and added to the mix Maggie, he'd always had a thing for Chinese women. Emma had already taken off her clothing as he steeped in to the house and stood in her bra and panties he tight toned body was near perfect, just as it had been in Oriental Buffett, heck even Maggie's description had all but been nailed on, and just like the story it was the daughter that was driving events...but how could that be unless..... Brian looked to Ann he was about to ask that had suddenly appeared in his mind with clarity when just like the thread, the daughter made the next move. Emma had gotten to her knees and her hands expertly loosened Brian's pants and pulled out his cock, Brian felt lips and tongue on his manhood and looked down, Emma's eyes were on locked on his, and she had a wide smile on her face, Brian turned to Maggie whose eyes were wide and starring at his cock she was slowly worked on removing her own clothes while making a serious effort to get her entire right arm down her own panties. Emma took Brian's cock out of her mouth and turned to her own mother "Mum I know you're horny, this IS the cock you always talk about fucking" Brian blushed as he looked to Ann, there were no mistaken things, Emma had seen the threads, for those where the exact words used before the foursome seriously kicked off. It was true, Ann had so badly wanted to ride Brian's hard cock for nearly two years. The sight of her daughter Emma, sucking on the cock had aroused her. Ann felt her nipples hardening, then her eyes fell on Maggie. Maggie was naked on the sofa, her legs spread wide as she flicked across her clit. Maggie moaned lightly her eyes fixed on Emma and Brian. Emma meanwhile, had wrapped her luscious red lips around Brian's manhood again, sucking on the tip of his cock making him groan as her talented tongue worked its magic. Her head bobbing along his stiffening cock with short precise movements. Emma stopped suddenly, "Your turn mum," she said holding the stiff cock in her hands. Ann couldn't resist any longer, she dropped to her knees, and carefully took the hard cock into her waiting mouth, savoring her daughters saliva mixed with drops of pre-cum. As Ann sucked on Brian, Emma positioned herself behind Ann, reaching under Ann's arms she began to undo Ann's blouse deliberately letting her hands brush against Ann's hard nipples. Maggie watched as Ann started to suck on Brian's cock and didn't miss Emma teasing her mothers body as the daughter removed the older woman's clothing, they looked like sisters more than mother and daughter and as Ann's body was revealed that thought struck hard at Maggie. The young Chinese woman licked her lips as she continued to look at Brian's cock in all the years she had been married she had never taken another man, despite many offers, but now perhaps minutes from a real man entering her she wasn't the slightest bit apprehensive that she was cheating on her husband, in fact quite the opposite tomorrow nerd boy next door who Maggie knew jerked off to her was going to get seriously fucking laid...she'd seen his bulge a few times, and it looked good."Oh, fuck" Maggie said at barely a whisper as the pressure on her body started to build...she needed cock....NOW. Brian watched as Ann expertly started sucking his cock, as Emma revealed more of Ann's body Brian felt his erection grow even harder she was a living goddess, Brian closed his eyes his hands gently on both sides of Ann's face and simply revealed in the feeling of lips and tongue seducing his cock. He only opened them when Emma, who had stripped her mother and removed her own bra and panties whispered in his ear "Darling I think we're all ready to fuck, so who do you want to fuck first"With that Brian's eyes opened as his eyes moved from woman to woman, his heart said Ann, his cock said Emma and as his eyes watched Maggie arc off the sofa as a massive orgasm hit her body and thus everything else said Maggie... The solution was simple...." Who wants my cock first" "ME!" Maggie screamed, a little surprised she had managed to get anything out as her body trembled with excitement. Ann had wanted to offer herself up first, but wondered if Brian had deliberately asked as his cock was buried down her throat, preventing her from making and audible and coherent claim. Emma was well aware this would be the first time Maggie had allowed anyone to enter her other than her waste of space husband. Maggie still trembling from a powerful orgasm, let her legs spread wide, allowing Brian the best possible access of her pussy, she needed him now." Well I hope you aren't going to keep her waiting," Emma said, nodding towards Maggie. Brian walked over to the couch Maggie had almost mad look on her face, very much a fuck me now look if even he'd seen one, but rather than enter the woman straight away Brian sat next to her, prompting Maggie to immediately swing her body so that she straddled her soon-to-be lover. Her tiny hands reached for his hard manhood, gasping at the touch of a real cock she quickly moved her body so that her soaked pussy allowed the cock to enter her, he body moved down a few inches, and she simply said "Oh, thank you" in a very calm voice. Then she pushed her body down hard and Brian's cock entered her fully, Maggie gasped loudly and then stated to move her body up and down ever more rapidly and this time her words were loud and repetitive "FUCK ME FUCK ME"Emma smiled as he co-worker and friend started to get off she touched her own pussy slipping in her middle finger before looking at her mum leaning over she gently kissed her mother on the lips unsure whether to take that side of this night any further "Come on Mum...let's get Brian's fingers in us while we wait our turn on his cock"Brian smiled as both Emma and then Ann said either side of him, he kissed both women passionately as they guided his fingers to their wet pussies...this night was better than he could have hoped for and the paradells to an online thread slipped his mind. Emma wondered how far her mum would go, some of her writing had been pretty explicit about what she would do to her daughter and what she expected in return. As Emma thought about it, some of the hottest scenes they had written together had been about the connection between mother and daughter. Hoping that Ann really did have the feelings and lust described in the written work, Emma knew that a simple kiss would be the best way to gauge the situation. Although taken a back by her daughter's kiss Ann was pleasantly surprised, and hoped the kiss would lead to more. As she sat next to Brian, feeling his fingers parting her luscious lips, rubbing over her small pink nub. Her panting muffled by Brian's passionate kiss, as Brian allowed her to break free from the kiss she realized she couldn't hear any moans from Emma or Maggie, 'surely Brian wasn't so inept he couldn't satisfy two horny young ladies' she thought to herself. As Brian's head moved back, it was soon apart why there were no screams of delight, both Maggie and Emma were engrossed in passionate kissing. Maggie still moved her pussy along Brian's hard shaft, taking his entire length inside with each skillful thrust. The girls broke off their kiss, and Emma repositioned herself, kneeling next to Brian and Maggie, legs slightly parted to allow access to her smooth slit. Her lips found the hard nub of Maggie's nipple, greedily sucking, forcing Maggie to moan in pleasure. Ann looked at Emma as she suckled on Maggie's small pert breasts, before deciding that she should join her daughter. Ann slowly took Maggie's other nipple into her mouth, sucking more gently than her daughter. Maggie squealed in delight, her nipples super sensitive as the two tongues flicked and sucked. Maggie began to pant wildly, feeling her orgasm grow from deep inside, the first orgasm from a real cock in too long to remember. "Yes, Yes," she continued to pant as she felt Brian's cock hit her deep inside, making her body tremble. Brian watched the scene in front of him it, was as hot as almost anything they had written... Maggies eyes were closed as Ann and Emma sucked on her tits but then suddenly the young Chinese woman opened her eyes and locked into Brian's, her mouth opened slightly, and her hands suddenly gripped onto Brian's legs with a lot of force. Her body shuddered and then her mouth let out a low plea, then her body suddenly arced her pert breasts ejected form both Ann's and Emma's mouth, the orgasm was massive, the biggest she had had in years "FUKUOKA!!" her juices poured out of her pussy and slid down the exposed part of Brian's cock. When the orgasm subsided Maggie looked at Brian and smiled biting her lower lip." Thank you, Brian...you can fuck my pussy when ever you want" The looked at the mother and daughter"So who wants to fuck this fantastic cock and who wants a 69?"...no matter what the rest of the night offered her life had changed for good, less than a mile away a young 18-year-old boy jerked himself off thinking of Maggie, with no idea that within twenty-four hours he'd have fucked his dream woman for the first of many times. Ann was aching to lower her body onto Brian's hard cock. It had been a long time since she had had the pleasure of a hard shaft deep inside her. Her eyes widened as Maggie offered Brian's cock. Although, Emma was also desperate to feel Brian inside her, she could see the look of lust in her mum's eyes, deciding to let Ann take her turn on Brian. No sooner had Maggie slid off the throbbing cock, Ann quickly replaced her. Emma watched with delight as Ann lowered herself on to Brian's member, a low wail escaping her lips. Ann began to move her hips letting her pussy glide along Brian's shaft, already well lubricated by Maggie's juices. Emma watched mesmerized as her mum skillfully rode Brian, watching as she took his length deep in her with each slow careful thrusting movement. Emma's attention was only broken when she felt Maggie's warm rough tongue flicking across her clit. Brian's eyes smiled as Ann moved her pussy over his cock he'd moved his hands to her hips not so much to lend his strength and power but simply to support the movement of her body, there was no mistaking the need in her voice and face but where Maggie was disparate for a fuck...right now Ann seemed to want to Seymour the touch and motion of a man and woman making love. They had made love and fucked a hundred of times of course but only by proxy, this was real, actually happening, he'd fall in lust with Ann off site with their flirting in chat rooms but amongst the flirting they had begun to connect at so many levels. Once again her body pushed down taking his entire length his cock pushed deep into Ann exploring every inch of her walls which woo now soaked with both Ann's own juices and Maggie's, Brian moved forward and gently sucked on her right nipple his tongue rotated slowly around the nip before flicking over the erect part of his lovers breast, His mind focused completely on Ann he missed Emma and Maggie working hard on each other's pussies in preparation for a long night with a hard cock...and two other pussies Ann had been dreaming of this moment for well over a year, the thought of her cyber lover had been the source of many an orgasm. She was determined this would be more than a quick fuck, savoring the very feel of Brian's hard cock deep inside her. Part of her wished this was just her and Brian, she anted to experience all that Brian could give. Each slow gentle movement allowed Ann to feel Brian's bulbous head, throbbing inside her, making his cock twitch as she lowered her body and held it there. The feel of Brian's tongue on her breast made her coo as he teased her just the way she liked. Although, in the back of her mind she knew Maggie and Emma where still there, they were a distant memory as she enjoyed the moment with Brian. Maggie had positioned herself between Emma's thighs, her tongue darting across Emma's swollen lips, flicking her pink throbbing clit. Emma moaned in pleasure as Maggie used her tongue with expert skill, knowing all the places to tease. Emma enjoyed the moment, watching her mother slowly take Brian, knowing she was next to be riding his hard cock. As Maggie continued to lap at Emma's juices, Emma lowered her head, kissing Maggie's thighs, before planting kisses on her throbbing nub. Still sensitive from her orgasm, Maggie moneyed into Emma's pussy, sending a wave of vibrations through Emma's body. As Maggie lapped at Emma's slit, she wondered if Ann tasted as good.

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DA dilemma (Closed for Ghaust and Ash13)

Welcome to the dilemmas encountered by little Miss DA Kimberly This thread will expand the situations that Kimberly DA finds herself in... whether it be her boss, colleagues, clients... or prison guards that just want more.... The thread will begin after Kimberly had been thoroughly 'searched' by guard Anderson and is now back at her office. Once I see how she is dressed for work I will decide on who she falls foul of I head to office in white blouse gray pleated skirt 2" above knees nude pantyhose and 2" white scrappy weeks. Living from cubicle to a nice corner office. Mike Clarke, junior DA, 28 watches from his desk as she walks in. The sway of her hips, the flick of her skirt as she floats by his chair. He looks over to Davidson and Andrews to see if they saw her come in. He drew in his breath as he recalled the conversation they had about her last night at the bar. His head went back to the previous night, the beers and Andrews comment of how good he thought she'd look on her knees, just before he added, "to warm her up before she gets bent over her desk"Clarke felt his cock stir as he watched her walk into her office. I begin to set things up when one if the other lawyers knocks on my door to welcome me to the bigger offices in the firm. I see he's" undressing" me with his eyes. Furthermore, I try to ignore them. As he says he'll help me set stuff up. Maybe just wanting to grope me. Clarke struggles to control his growing erection as his attention is drawn to a noise behind him. He turns to see Andrews place his coffee cup on his desk and move towards her office. He looks over and winks before knocking on the hard wood and entering. Andrews enters the room to see her bent over a cabinet going through some files'Looks like you need a hand there' I'm bent over file cabinet and don't hear you at first. The pleated skirt would make it easy to flip up or lift without me feeling it as I seem engrossed in the files I'm putting away in the lowest drawer. My 40" long nylon clad legs almost in fell view. Andrews walks up behind her, carefully placing his feet as he hungrily takes it the view of her ass. He groans softly as his eyes examine the soft pleats of her skirt, the fine toned lines of her legs, slightly spread to brace her as she continues to work on the files'So you got the big office eh.? 'His right-hand darts out to spank her ass, catching the edge of the skirt and flicking beneath to strike her through her hose I feel a hand smack my nylon covered rear. I bit shocked I felt it under skirt. Just played it off since my skirt was probably riding up with my position. I turn give him a dirty look then say" yes I guess so" but focus on my files again. 'You look like you're having some trouble there...' Andrew's hand darts beneath the raised hemline of her skirt, palming her pussy through her hose.' There... does that help.? ' Standing up shocked" ahhh what the" hands on file cabinet to brace myself. I am frozen in shock at the bold move. Part if me enjoyed it, but the other half can't believe the arrogance in that move. Worse yet I had I tiny lace thong under my pantyhose. Not motif protection for my pussy area. 'Call it's hazing....' His hand became bolder... fingers moving faster over her hose as his other hand flipped her skirt up over her ass'This is a really nice office... good solid looking desk' Breathing a bit heavy now as his hand moves faster. " Hazing BS leave me be now !" I hiss. " Got this office because I'm the better DA at 22 then you are. " This only upsets my colleague a bit. As he continues his" hazing". 'mmm...22 eh, tight as fuck then...' He pulled her upright, trapping her skirt about her waist as his hands moved around her thighs to cup her sex again'Open your blouse... me and the guys have a bet on how pert they are Not knowing what to do or say out of shock. I say" I will not open my blouse" my colleague just snickers and says arrogantly" just to settle a bet" as he comments on not too many have legs as long as mine as his rubbing underskirt his faster. He brings on hand up to cup her left breast through her blouse, lightly playing with it.' Not as good as your legs... but still pretty good'His hand between her thighs began to press harder, moving faster.' Did you just moan there... I felt you grind against me'Squeezing her breast a little harder as her hips bucked against his fingers. He continues his "hazing". I say nothing thinking he's just overzealous and will stop. Plus trying to show my professionalism. Again he says he needs me to settle a bet and wants me to show him and buddy my tits and whose office do I want to do that in. 'Your pussy feels sweet... and juicy.... like a peach'His hand gripped her between her legs, lifting her onto her toes.' I think you're a little wet at the thought of showing off your tits... maybe it's because we were talking about you over beers last night'His fingers moved to cup her ass as his thumb pressed against her clit, moving slowly over her pantyhose.' What's a little tit show for your colleagues....' "No you perv" I hiss as your thumb on my nylon covered clit runs faster making it harder to talk properly. Just then his buddy comes in and chuckles at the "hazing" going on as they tell me I should settle bet and what they each said there bet was as far as my tits. Clarke drained his coffee as he regained some semblance of composure, his eyes fixed on the heavy wooden door of her office. It had been several minutes since Andrews has walked through it and there were no signs of it opening soon. He glanced around and saw that Simon's had disappeared. Probably away to see what talent is on the secretary pool on the floor below. He found himself alone. Walking over to the closed door he paused, listening intently but not really expecting to hear much. These offices were proved to prevent sound leakage, witness privacy and all that. He slowly wrapped his fingers around the handle and quietly opened the door, smiling at the sight before him. They both had there back to him. There she was in all her leggy splendor braced forward off her dark wood filing cabinets. As he quietly closed the door over and walked around, Clarke could clearly see her skirt was rucked up about her waist and Andrews had one hand squeezing her breast whilst the other was busy between her thighs.'mmm.... a game girl in the office... our favorite kind...' They both reacted to his voice, but in very different manners. She flushed pink as Andrews winked and squeezed her breast harder.' Definitely perky Clark but she isn't spilling on the size yet or for showing them... what was your guess last night.? Clarke laughed as he watched her hips buck into Andrews' hand.' I thought a B, but Simon's was convinced they were a C... well dear, are you going to tell us who was correct...? ' Even at 5'10. Andrews was stronger and held me in place one hand holding wrists behind my back as the other rubbing my nylon covered crotch. Clarke then boldly walks up and jokingly does the" this little piggy went to market, this little piggy went home" with my blouse buttons. Frozen in shock. As my chest heaves up and down under silk blouse in nervous anticipation. Andrews smile broadens as he turns towards Clarke, twisting her off balance, her legs flaying as he momentarily lifts her off the ground. Her skirt lifts as she's turned giving Clarke a clear view of his colleague's hand working her puss through her hose.' She looks warm Andrews, maybe a little worked up... definitely a game girl...' He closed the distance as Andrews pulled her arms tight behind her back, softly humming a child's nursery rhyme as he brought his hands up to the collar of her blouse'You could just tell us... no.? 'Well mate, I'm guessing that you can confirm that they certainly are perky... but as for the cup...' As he spoke his fingers danced down the front of her blouse, flicking open each tiny button in turn until he got to her waistband. He stepped back, letting the thin silk gape open.' This little piggy cried... B. B. B... C... C... C.? ' Blushing heavy at the exposure. Clarke gropes my breasts like he was checking firmness of a melon in a market. They both are amazed at how perky they are. He says I think about a 32C right?" I say nothing but by the redness in my face they can see they are right. Andrews chuckles at Clarke being spot on with the 32C guess. As my ls y front hook bra is partially exposed in the open blouse still tucked in my skirt. 'Ah well Andrews... 32C... there goes the pot... guess we'll have to square up'Clarke smiled, and there was that wink again... boys club stuff. Andrews suddenly let her go, dropping her back onto her feet and letting her skirt fall into place.' You're right Clark, definitely a game girl... she took it well'They both stepped back watching her struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Clarke turned away from her, walking towards the closed door I button my blouse back up and say nothing. Being all of 22 can't screw my assistant DA shot up because of these guys. Figured I have to put up with some of it just caught off guard by the boldness out the gate. As I think they are heading out. I return focus to filing cabinet. Where I was. Lowest drawer open. Andrews suddenly spoke up as Clarke reached the door'Hey Clarke, that wasn't all we spoke about in the bar'He stopped, his left hand on the handle.' That's right...' He spun on his heel striding back towards her. She barely registered that his hidden hand had been busy... She felt herself being gripped by the shoulders by Andrews and pushed to her knees in front of Clarke and his now exposed cock...' I said I thought she'd look good on her knees'Andrews gripped her by the hair, presenting her mouth as Clarke took his turgid meat and pushed it between her lips.' You didn't think your hazing was over did you...?' Eyes grow super wide in shock. Getting felt up was one thing, but now I have a cock in my mouth ! My 5'10 frame puts me at the perfect height for him. Again hands are held, so I cannot block as my shirt red hair is grabbed and in forced to job head back and forth. Clarke groaned deeply as another inch of his cock slid into her mouth, working his hips in tight circles as he felt her tongue lash the underside.' Fuuucckkk I was right, she is one great little cocksucker... aren't you sweetheart'Her head was held tight in place as she was forced to take him deeper still, choking slightly.' Deeper mate, I'm sure she learned to deep throat at some point... you can take more can't you.? 'Clarke moaned as he felt her throat opening As I suck him off the other kneels beside me using his free hand to unbutton my silk blouse. Saying with it open I'll look better sucking. He switches speeds, so I can't adjust as the one beginning to unbutton blouse says... 'Come on Assistant DA... you can do better than that... that's an intern level blowjob'Andrews finished with her blouse, leaving it tucked into her blouse as he moved behind her.' Jesus that's good'Clarke drove his cock deeper into her throat, relishing the squeeze on his meat as her nose grazed his belt. Andrews pressed in tight behind her, bringing his hands around her body and peeling back her blouse before slipping them beneath the straps and tracing the upper slopes.' Make like a real woman and suck him dry'His hands slid fully inside the cups of her bra as drool started to form at the corner of her mouth Andrews feels my firm and perky chest complimenting my young firm chest. Clarke tells him unclasp the front of my bra. " Don't want to get anything on it" he jokes as I feel the pressure in his cock. Building ready to nearly explode. 'How does that taste Kimberly...?' His hips moved faster, driving his cock deeper as he got closer.'Uh, uh, don't speak with your mouth full... finish your meal first'Andrews flicked open the front snap of her bra, dragging it down her back to pool at her elbows along with her blouse. Her nipples stood out rock hard as he squeezed them harder.' Fuuuuucckkkkkk'Clarke gripped her head tight, holding it in place as the first thick heavy spurt filled her throat. She tried to choke as she was forced to swallow.' Good girls swallow' They comment on my young perky tits as my nipples are rock hard from exposure. I feel him building up on my mouth, but my head is held in place. He jokes about I better swallow cum shots would be hard to clean up and explain on my office floor. His cock ready to burst at any moment. Clarke grunted as he came, gripping her head until the last drop was squeezed from his cock. She felt Andrews give her tits a few more good hard gropes, paying extra attention to her diamond hard nipples. Clarke held her by her hair, watching her until he was satisfied she had swallowed his load as Andrews stood up from behind her and began to loosen off his belt.' I'm sure she's got enough of an appetite for some more eh Clark...?' She found herself getting turned slightly, and a second cock presented to her. Andrews held his meat in his fist, his fingers barely managing to encompass the thick veined rod.' Open up Kimberly...' Andrews forced the thick head past her lips as Clarke finished straightening up his clothing. He took his phone from his pocket.' Quick snapshot for the album...? ' On my knees. Cock in mouth and my perky chest on display. Now with the phone footage I couldn't report the incident as it would be used as blackmail and ruin my DA career. After a few shots with the phone. Andrews kneels down beside me and darts two fingers and jackhammers my pussy with them. Just as he got me off causing my body to buck forward and my back to arch up a bit, Clarke came in my mouth forcing me to swallow his load. After a couple more minutes they composed themselves and arrogantly said "welcome to the office" like nothing had happened. They laughed as they looked at the photos, passing comment on her skills and why she'd gotten this sweet office.' Simons will be pissed that he slunk off this morning, wait till we show them these shots'The look on her face was priceless as they watch her struggling to fix the front closure of her bra. She twitched as her sensitive nipples scraped the cups. Frantically pulling her blouse together, she rose to her feet putting the desk between them.' Sorry darling, we don't have time for that just now. Besides, I'm sure your diary is full his morning, meeting with someone I think... you'd better fix yourself'They slapped each other on the back as they walked out the room, leaving her to compose herself. I should report them but the" new" girl on the good ole boys office needs to show a feisty tough side. I try to ignore what had happened as I look at client list. First on my schedule, a guy seeking divorce help, a rich and arrogant man. Thinking he is better than women and his "gold digging" wife as he muttered entering my office. Stephen Hudson had had a hell of a morning already. It had started off in the usual manner with Diane, his bitch of a soon-to-be ex sweeping about the house, all dressed up like she had something important to do when in all likelihood it was her yoga instructor. Then he'd have a flat in the car he was going to use thus morning, and now to cap it off, he'd arrived to see the legal who'd been a signed to him... and wasn't she just some leggy bitch like her. He looked her over as she retreated to the other side of her desk, settling herself in her high backed chair before crossing those legs and placing her perfectly manicured nails on the hard wooden desk top. He almost smiled, forgetting about the evidence of his wife's infidelity he had brought with him and recalled bending a secretary over a desk once that looked not unlike this one. He placed his briefcase on the floor by the other chair, smoothing down his three-piece suit before sitting down, thinking that this red head was nearly half his age. "Mr Hudson, I am Kimberly Custom. I've been assigned to your case. From what I read your wife claims emotional distress and lack of intimacy, but her claims are probably outrageous as you are a powerful man by these papers and your background. Getting settlement in this case should be easy. Anything I can help you with just ask." I say with a warm friendly smile. 'Lack of intimacy eh, and what does she state in her claim there.? 'His eyes slowly, almost imperceptibly from her face as he waited for her to talk. They followed the line of tiny buttons down the front of her blouse, noting the very slight gape where they crossed her breasts.' Christ, we fucked last week after that charity thing of hersHe smiled as he recalled his coming home during the day to collect some paperwork from his home office, and found her getting ready to go out to a charity lunch she was hosting. He caught Kimberly blush and shift position in her chair. His mind wandered, thinking of how he'd found Diane in her underwear, sheer bra and thong, seamed hold-ups and heels. She'd just been slipping into her skirt when he walked in.... before he bent her over the end of the bed, ripped the skirt off her and fucked her.' Hell she went to her charity do hotter than I've seen her in long enough... then I fucked her when she got back home. Now does that sound like a lack of intimacy...?' Blushing bit at his bold sexual language at a first meeting I ignore it as just upset about the situation. I sit at my desk crossing and recross in my long nylon clad legs as I ask him what he would like to see happen from this meeting, so I can gauge how successful this divorce proceeding will be. He seems to be" undressing" me with his eyes, but I try to ignore that as I read over his papers. 'What do I want girly, what do you think I want....?' Hudson rose out of his chair as he felt his anger rising. He paced the floor.' It's her that wants the divorce, so she can walk with her clothes and that's it. Everything else, the houses, cars...' His eyes cast over the DA, lingering on her legs'If I'm not giving her it enough... then she's not getting any more than that'Her legs slid sensually against each other as he moved about the floor.' Shit, here look at this...' He took his cell phone from his pocket, fingers dancing over the screen till he logged into the server he was looking for and placed the unit on the table in front of Kimberly so she could see the screen. He stood behind her chair as her eyes focused on the image.' That's our bedroom six days ago... look at the time stamp'The image showed a wide angle of a large bedroom, dominated by a wide bed. Suddenly a tall leggy brunette walked across the screen wearing only seamed hold-ups and a tiny sheer thong. She steadied herself in her heels as she shrugged on a matching bra.' That's her... Diane... now watch...' The woman was stepping into the tight pencil skirt as Kimberly watched her client appear on-screen, walked straight up to her and kissed her hard.' Wait, there's sound too'. Hudson reached over Kimberly, brushing her breast as he toggled the sound up. The image flowed as the kissing got hotter, his hands deep in Diane's hair as he pulled her ass closer, her right hand dropping to grope the front of his denims. Suddenly she was spun about and pressed forward over the end of the bed. Their moans were very audible as he struggled to lift her skirt, growing in frustration as the sound of the back split being ripped wide open to the waist filled the room. Hudson had stopped watching the screen, his attention now on the DA as she watched him fuck his wife hard and fast. He smiled as her cheeks flushed, her hands moving over her body as the footage ended.' Lack of intimacy eh.? ' Blushing heavily trying to compose myself I say" um well sir they footage was indeed um...graphic, but I'm only going off her previous statements' sir. They may be a bit overblown but still intimacy issues are important and often a factor as well as her financial grievances. She also says you have hidden accounts from her. Is this true.?" I ask him still thinking of seeing his body in a different light now after the video footage. Slowly placing one hand then the other onto her desk, Hudson leans over her, his body brushing hers. He bends his head to her ear, his breath teasing her hair.' My money is my business, not that gold digger'His eyes dropped as he rose, drinking in the sight of her perky breasts as the neckline of her blouse gaped as she twisted in her seat. Moving away from her, he took off his suit jacket, dropping it over the back of his seat. He flexed off his shoulders, his broad chest straining against his waistcoat.' Do you think she fucked me... like that... for my money.? 'He turned to face her.' Do you think it was my money that got her hot.? ' I say nothing, although my eyes do admit he is quite attractive. He seems zoned on my 40" nylon clad legs and boldly demands to see more. Obviously a ploy to show his power as most rich guys do. "I insist we get to the case at hand sir" trying to stay professional, but he is having none of it. 'And I insist on us getting to know each other better... I need to get a good feel for you... so I can have faith in you'He strode towards her and spun her chair away from. Her desk, turning her to face him. Her legs parted slightly as she stopped the motion. He smiled down at her, placing his right knee between hers and pressing her legs further apart.' Let's work on building that faith... show me what you've got... lift your skirt...' "I most certainly will not!" I stammer in shocked protest at not only the bold request but the arrogance in which he stated it so casually. He slowly parts my long legs even though I'm trying to stop him. My skirt has ridden up 3/4 the way up my 40" nylon clad legs now. The stern look he gives waiting for me to "follow" his order is kind of hot, but this is highly unprofessional as he is winning the battle of slowly spreading my thighs as he stands before me seated in my leather office chair. Hudson glared down at her, his laps curling into a smile as her skirt was drawn higher onto her thighs as forced her legs further apart'Those are some mighty impressive legs you have there... I'm looking forward to you wrapping them around me'His hand dropped to the obvious growing bulge now level with her face, toying with his fly as he watched her eyes follow his hand.' Now... why don't you help that hemline take those last few inches...' Flashing him a dirty look knowing I'm going to lose this battle I flip the last few inches of my skirt above my waist as I sit in the chair. He can now see I'm shaved and pantless under my nude pantyhose. "Enjoying the view ?" I sneer at him. What I didn't expect next was him taking a step forward and with lighting quick hands unbutton my blouse to my waist, leaving it tucked into my skirt and pulling the halves of my blouse wide open exposing my front hook pink lace bra with a pretty now in the middle of it. 'Mmm, that snatch looks pretty wet... why would that be...?' Hudson makes quick work of her blouse, his fingers clicking as they dispatch each button until she is fully exposed. He flicked the sides of her blouse apart so he could get a better look at her high perky breasts.' I like you like that.... leave it. Ah, but I feel over dressed now.... I think you need to use those hands of yours and take out my cock'Hudson lets his eyes take in her fantastic long legs, lewdly spread either side of his, her skirt rucked high about her waist.' Nice tits too honey' I look down and gasp at the or idiom and boldness that just occurred. My perky 32Cs nearly pop out if my pink front hook lace bra. I look at him then at his bulge the back at him like a deer caught in headlights. Part of me disgusted by his arrogance and the other half secretly turned on by his boldness as he "orders" me to leave my clothing as is. He continues to talk like a normal client would like nothing is out of the ordinary as he focuses on my 40" long nylon clad legs. No panties under my pantyhose. Hudson suddenly bends forward grasping a hold of her ankles, yanking her legs hard apart and hooking them over the arms of her chair, leaving her lewdly exposed.'Much, much better.... now we can continue our business... After you take out my cock.' He looks down at her, the bulge in front of her face growing'I am not used to asking twice' "Ahhh what the?'" I gasp as I'm hooked on the sides of my office chair and now lewdly spread wide as he acts like this is normal. Figuring he just wants to" show off" his men good I think this encounter will go quicker if I oblige him. With that I unzip him and free his semi erect cock. 'I'll give you the choice darling, mouth or hands...' Hudson looks down her, waiting for her to decide.'Your Diane is a wonderful cocksucker... I wonder if you're as good'He reached down between her thighs, palming her barely covered snatch, roughly working the heel of his hand against it and smiling as he felt the sheer pantyhose dampen. I bite my lower lip as his hand rubs the nylon material into my fresh shaven pussy area. Furthermore, I open mouth to protest and your is filled with cock. One hand on my head and the other rubbing my pussy through my pantyhose. " Now this is a lawyer client relationship I can trust" he says arrogantly. Gagging yet adjusting to his thrusts as I feel his hand yanking at crotch in my nylons trying to gain access to my bald pussy that lies underneath the thin material. Hudson chuckled as he felt her gag and then the ineffectual pushing of her hands against his thighs as he dragged her mouth deeper onto his throbbing meat. HI's fist was wrapped in her short red hair, and he roughly worked her snatch with the other." You are a good little cocksucker ain't ya... I like that in my lawyer. Almost as much as I like my cock in them"With the final words his fingers suddenly curled, digging into her pantyhose before jerking roughly, shredding the thin nylon shield." Now isn't that better.? " He pulls out momentarily, and I say nothing out of sheer shock of his move. My bald pussy now on display. I try to move but am stuck in the current position because he hooked my long legs on the sides of my office chair. Spread wide now. I manage no words only heavy breathing in anticipation of my" client's" next move. "Now we have to establish some trust and solidify this relationship Kimberly"He grips her hair, tilting her face up towards his." Now... are you going to carry on.? Or am I going to tie you to this chair and throat fuck you.? "Hudson suddenly slapped her tits"I'm easy with either..." Stunned by his continued arrogance and bravado I say nothing struggling to get free, but kegs still hooked and spread. He takes my delay as" yes still going to carry on" so he says something again about tying me to office chair and.... Hudson's eyes narrow a little at her silence, darkening as his mouth twists onto a grin." Do not move... We're just getting started..." He moves to his jacket and extracts something from the inner pocket, before turning back towards her." Just a little something I brought with me... in case of the need to negotiate our relationship..." He let his fingers open... three thin leather cords unfurled, hanging to the floor. He smiled at her as he stalked around behind her"We'll start off simply, hands behind the chair"Her lack of immediate compliance was noted as he roughly grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind the chair. Furthermore, he swiftly tied a leather trace onto either wrist and crossed them over behind the broad back of the chair. The free ends were passed to the front of the chair before he walked around, kneeling in front of her." Almost done..." He took one trace, pulling it tight and binding it off to her left ankle, before repeating the action with her right ankle. He stood up before her, slowly stripping off the rest of his clothes." Now... where shall I put this first... mouth... or that juicy looking cunt...? "He took his thick heavy cock in his fist looking down at her... Being tied up in this position in my office caught me off guard. I don't scream as I am just too shocked by his bold move. I can only look up at him breathing heavy in nervous anticipation of his next move as he seems focused on my long nylon clad legs and my now exposed bald pussy glistening in the office lights. "That pussy looks like it's seen a little action already this morning, and I don't mean from your fingers' sweetheart... has someone fucked you already today...? "Hudson slowly squeezes his thickening cock, the heavy purple head glistening as a drop of precut forms at the slit. He least in towards her, anticipating her reply as he gently brings the palm of his other hand to tap on her exposed snatch, beginning lightly and gradually increasing the tempo He then does not want to alert my fellow workers on the other side of my closed door. So he stuffs something in my mouth and then his cock into my pussy as he arrogantly talks of bullish for a client lawyer trust with me. Hand tied behind back and legs splayed over side of my office chair. I'm into position to fight him off as he pumps me with slow methodical strokes. Now he had her bound in place, he knows that the shock will wear off and silence is not an automatic assurance. He rolled his silk tie into a bundle, simultaneously stuffing it between her lips as his cock performed the same act on her lewdly displayed snatch. He pumped into her with long, deep controlled strokes." Now... Let's define this relationship..." My eyes grow big as his cock enters me and pumps me midday in my office. He talks like this is a normal occurrence as he slides in and out of my tight hairless pussy. I wonder what he means by define our client lawyer relationship as his strokes are slow but slam into my pussy at the same time going deep because of my position in the office chair. "Kimberley... should I fuck you in your chair....", his thick hard meat driving deep into you, ", or should I have you on your desk.? "He smiled as she struggled to speak behind the rolled up tie, wadded in her mouth. He dropped both hands to her tits, cupping them, his fingers coming up to pinch and roll her nipples." Cat got your tongue.? Or are you leaving the choice to me...?" His hips moved faster, taking her deeper. My lack of reply, because I was gagged, created a spark in my potential clients eyes, and before I know what hit me my tall slender legs are unwrapped from the sides of my office chair, and I'm pulled up to my feet as he sound me and jokes about how I will land on my own desk either on my back or bent over. After 3 sound I land .... Hudson drives deep and hard into her, his thrusts making her tits bounce as he suddenly yanks on the cords bound around her ankles, freeing them before reaching down, his large hands moving under her skirt to grasp her ass." I need you on your desk woman"Lifting her out of her chair, still impaled on his cock, he knocks it aside and drops her onto the hardwood surface." Wrap your legs around me, you're going to make me cum"He grabbed the leather cords still tied to her wrists, yanking them behind her back and pushing her tits up into his face. Whimpering through the tie gag as he pounds me in my desk, contents of my desk all on the floor. Out of instinct my long 40" long legs wrap around him as he grunts grabbing onto my petite hips slamming into me with each thrust. I feel him tensing up part of me disgusted by his arrogance the other half secretly turned on. He pulls the chords tight in one hand, binding her immobile on her desk. The soundproofing masks the noise of the desk being cleared as he reaches out and grips her by the throat pinning her as he pounds his hips into her." I think that... after a bit of training... you'll do just fine"He groaned as her hot long legs wrapped themselves tight around him, her ankles locking behind his ass as he stared down into her eyes Pumping like a piston inside me, he compliments my long legs and tight pussy joking about we will make a great" team" and maybe need many more divorce counsel sessions. He begins to tense up, and I wonder WHT his next move will be. Hudson suddenly stops, catching his breath, refusing to let this be a quick fuck. He pulled out of her, dragging her to the edge of the desk and spinning her to bend over face down over it." Now I've test driven your snatch, and felt your throat grip me, let's see if your ass seals the deal." Never having any anal before I hiss" don't you dare this "relationship" between client and lawyer has gone far enough I don't think I'm right to represent you!" I plead then you stuff the tie back in my mouth and hold my slender frame over my own deal as I feel your bulge poke and prod me from behind. He shoves the wadded silk deeper into her mouth, clamping his palm over her lips as he spits onto his fingers, working then into her tight rosebud.' This feels good and tight... maybe seal the deal...' Hudson pushes her tightly bound body further up onto her desk, her pebble hard nipples grazing the hardwood surface as he pushes his heavy cock head against her ass, spitting on it for extra lube as he feels her resistance. Gripping her tight as he works hid meat into her, groaning as her legs, the only part of her body he's left free to move flail against his thighs. Wincing and also whimpering in semi pleasure as you take my once virgin ass on my own desk. Moments later you fill my ass with warm cum shots. Then untie me after a few moments of gathering and composing myself and getting redressed. You arrogantly day we "work" together good like this is a normal occurrence for you. He smiles as he wipes his cock clean on her shredded hose before stepping away from her and redressing. He left her lewdly splayed across her desk, bound tight until he was fully clothes. He untied her arms, watching as she pulled his tie from her mouth and stripped off her ripped nylons before moving over to her desk and extracting a fresh pair from her drawer.' I do like my women to be prepared...' He watched intently as she continued to cover herself up and regain her composure.' I think we'll be able to work together... I'll expect you at my home in three days time with a plan as to what we're going to do about my bitch ex'With that he turned leaving the office and pushing the door closed behind him The next morning, still wrapping my head around the bold client the day before, I shower and put on a peach color zip front dress 2" above the knees, nude pantyhose and 2" scrappy peach heels and head into work as usual determined not to let these "incidents" shake me from becoming best DA around. There is an email telling me since I'm the" new" person in the office I need to go make the errands of picking up paperwork sent out to clients. First stop I make is a makeshift office/small warehouse where there are like 4 black guys working at desks. Damien looked up at the sound coming across the open floor of the warehouse. He looked up from his desk in the portacabin to see a slim redhead walking towards the office, her heels clicking sharply as they struck the cold concrete. A sharp hiss escaped his pursed lips as he shot a glance at the other occupant of the room. The computers were swiftly locked down before he sped to lock the filing cabinets. Lex looked up at the door AA he swiftly dialed the number of the other line at the far end of the warehouse to warn the others to close up anything sensitive. Damien looked up as she strode in as if she owned the place.' Can I help you lady....?' "Yes I miss Kimberly Custom from the DA's office, assistant DA to be exact here to pick up the request for financial records you were supposed to review and sign. Along with copies of said documents. Do you have them?l". I think I hear one mutter a Lew comment about my zip front dress but unsure as I await your reply. Damien remained sat at his desk as his eyes roved over the new occupant, his lips twisting into a devilish grin as he least backwards and placed his feet on the desk.' You here for money lady...? This is a shakedown, nobody told us to expect you'Lex moved around behind her, stepping in close enough to make her uncomfortable.' She sure doesn't look like the normal collection guy boss... 'Lex bent his head sniffing her perfume'Yeah Lex, she looks like someone the collection guy would fuck' Trying to show my tough side. I say "I'm just here to collect the records you were supposed to give to our office, no shake down I am from the DA's office just doing my job." Again a lewd comment is uttered about my zip front dress and long legs as they .... 'Those... uh, records Damien.... they'll be in the back office with Jay and Teak right...?' Damien grunted, nodding his head as his eyes followed the tight toned line of her legs from her ankle to the high hemline of her dress.' Yeah man, that's where they'll be... in the back office'He stood up, towering over her as he placed the flat of his large hand on her ass, squeezing through her dress'This way', he whispered winking at Lex, 'lock up here and come help us look for them' Maybe it was my youthful ignorance at 22 wanting to show o can do a good job in tough situations or the naive portion of my girly girl bubbly persona. The" back office" was probably a trap, but I'm so focused on the task st hand I don't think much of it. My heels clicking on the hard floor as I follow you back. 'So, those papers you're here to collect... they important or something? 'Damien turns towards her, towering above her'Cause normally shit just gets stuck in the mail or something.... we ain't never had a hot piece of ass like you sent down before'The resounding click of the front doors of the warehouse getting locked over fills the silence, before the steady footfall of Lex drifts towards us.' Maybe your police or some federal shit... assume the position lady, need to check you out'Damien suddenly grabs her, spinning her about to face the cold stone wall. She looks about and realizes that it's only the two of them alone in the huge warehouse as his hand comes down hard between her shoulders. His other plate sized hand moves with practiced precision over her body, roughly groping her breasts through her dress before dropping to the hem and shoving it up about her waist.' Not much to hide shit in down here, but I'd better check He pawed her through her thin sheer pantyhose, passing comment on her lack of underwear and how juicy her cunt felt before yanking her breathless away from the wall.' Breathing hard I manage to get out the words" this is highly unprofessional I am here to collect papers for my law office not FBI" blushing a bit knowing your hands discovered I was shaved and pantless under my pantyhose. I stand frozen in shock as you pull me away from the walls and then. Damien looks around the warehouse... sees Lex walking towards them as he drops his meaty paw to the front of her dress again, clawing the fabric, causing it to rise, exposing her pussy.' I think the boys will enjoy you... I think they'll tear this cunt to pieces... Unless you can persuade me not too...' He pushed her backwards as his fingers moved between her thighs "This is highly unprofessional. Stop this st once" I hiss as you again comment on my being shaved and pantless under my pantyhose and lewd rebates on my front zip dress as I breathe a bit heavy awaiting your next move. Damien pushed her backwards into the shadows, moving swiftly, her back hitting the cold stone wall.' I think you want to make me happy woman...and by me, I mean my cock'He turned his head to make sure Lex hadn't seen them as he roughly palmed her pussy through her hose'You see lady, I'm the boss about here and I need to test these goods before me and the boys ruin you'His actions intensified, lifting her onto her toe as he felt the thin nylon shield getting slippery beneath his fingers'How are you going to make me happy.?' "Whey....what goods. I'm from the DA's office. No shakedown just MMM... trying to do my Jo.job just here for the papers." I stammer. Kind of turned on by the boss' boldness yet nervous at the same time wondering how many other guys are" anti DA" here. As I feel his rough hand palm my fresh shaven pussy through my pantyhose as I stand on my tiptoes in my heels. 'I think you're enjoying this lady... or maybe it's it thought of a room full of black cocktail that'll destroy your tight white snatch...' His fingers manipulated her increasingly wet slit, grinding the damp nylon across her clit as he bent his lips to the neckline of her dress.' I like the way you dress lady, bald cunt under your nylons and a slutty easy access dress...' With the final word he bit down, trapping the fabric between his teeth as his other hand latched onto the zipper, dragging it slowly, inch by teasing inch all the way to the hemline, fully exposing her. Hand over my mouth blocking any protesting screams as I feel my zipper slide all the way down till it reaches my hemline and as only about Amin he or so from being completely opened. My pink lacy front hook bra comes into view which encase my perky and firm 32C chest. As he lewdly jokes about me most likely not being FBI synced I'm not wired. Drawing his hand slowly from her snatch, he inches it upwards, across her taut stomach before pressing downwards and sliding his thick fingers beneath her hose. His fingers grazed her clit as he watched her eyes flare wide and panicked above the meaty paw that was covering her mouth. Damien suddenly spun her about to face the wall, whispering in her ear'Now spread your fucking legs' Your hand in my pantyhose and my dress 99 percent unzipped as I plead" stop this now give me the papers, and I'll be in my way" just then I hear other voices in the distance. You rezip the front of my dress so you can have the pleasure of reunzipping my dress I presume as you... Damien spent the few minutes they had left alone together with his hand firmly clamped over her mouth as he roughly fingered her tight wet cunt as he ground into her as. He pulled his fingers from her with a wet sucking sound before he reached down and slowly pulled the zipper back into its original position, covering her modesty.' Now I think we need to go and see if the boys have found what you came here for...' Lex suddenly appeared beside her, gripping her left arm, a salacious smile crossing his face as she's propelled towards the rear storage area. They push her into a closed off area and straight into the arms of two huge black men, both dressed in baggy denims and tight-fitting vests.' Jay, Teak... the lady has been sent to make a collection... do either of you have a deposit...?' "Enough joking boys now give me the papers you owe my office, and I'm Helen my way." I say a bit nervous as they don't seem moved. I'm grabbed from behind and arms pinned behind my back. The boss then tells one of his guys about my front zip dress and says he should try it. He approaches me and .... Lex suddenly grabs her from behind looping his arms through hers, drawing them tight behind her, pulling her hands against his groin. He laughed as he felt her fingers flex against him.' Mmm, this bitch is certainly searching for something boys'Teak silently lumbered towards them, his eyes fixed on her breasts, rising and falling beneath her dress. He grasped the tiny silver tab, looking over at Damien, who simply nodded. Teak smiled as he drew the tab all the way to the hemline, slaying it either side of her body. Arms pinned behind back. I gasp as my dress is all the unzipped and now undone it's like an open robe on me. My lacy front hook bra and pantyhose, no panties underneath, on full display. Frozen in shock I don't struggle much. As they comment on my 40" nylon clad legs and body. Teak growls, barely monosyllabic, as he studies the near naked beauty in front of him. He grunts as he watches her breasts, jutting his chin upwards. Lex takes his lead and suddenly jerks her backwards off her feet as Teak grabs her legs and forces them either side of his body. He steps in tight against her barely protected pussy as Jay moved in behind him, grabbing her ankles, holding her in the air. Teak grinned down at her "Ahhh what the! Come on guys enough are enough. Just the MMM papers, and I'll be on my way" I nervously say as my tall and slender 5'10 frame is lifted and almost effortlessly held in midair as one of the guys looks down at me like a child does with a new toy. Teak laughed at her weak protests as she's hauled up into the air and suspended between Lex and Jay, with him positioned between her spread legs." Well, lady, looks like you've made a friend with Teak here", laughed Damien Teak looked to him again for confirmation that it was okay to carry on. Damien winked at him before nodding towards Jay who pulled back hard on her legs, pulling her pussy into contact with Teak's groin. Teak smiled widely, feeling her heat on his bulging groin, her thin pantyhose rubbing against his denims. He least forward, gripping her breasts through her bra, needing them in his hands before violently tearing it apart, splitting the clasp. "Please stop! I won't mention this to my office if you let me go now". My eyes wide as my firm and very perky 32C chest comes into view as I'm still held in the air. The two holding me seem a mile apart as my 5'10 fame is stretched. Teak looking at me like some kind of toy. "Go on Teak", encourages Damien, "I've had a good feel already"The rest of the laugh as Teak paws her snatch through her thin pantyhose as he jerks on his belt, loosening his denims enough to push them to his knees." Hey lady, look what Teak's got for you"He pulls his thick, meaty cock from inside his shorts, letting the semi hard member drop onto her pussy." Hope you're loose to bitch, or he's going to split you in two with that thing"Teak takes his cock in both hands, slapping it against her unprotected pussy, getting it harder. He grinned as she was pulled tighter, Jay spreading her long toned legs as Teak rubbed the thick purple head over her hose, smearing pre-cum." Wider", he grunted Damien came around behind him and took her left ankle from. Jay, the two of them pulling her legs further apart"Be nice lady "Teak slapped her tits back and forth as he rubbed his meat into her hose, pushing forward, feeling the damp nylon stretch around the thick head. Her hose was stretched as he worked his cock between her lips, dropping his hands to her hips as he got the first two inches inside her cunt." Fucking tight bitch"He ignored her protests as he thrust back and forth into her, dragging her hose tighter over her clit with every stroke. She screamed as his huge cock spread her pussy open, slapping a hand over her mouth as her pantyhose eventually tore, and he drives his entire length into her The two holding me joked about being long distance at either end of my tall slender 5'10 frame. I squeal through the hand over my mouth. As my pantyhose give way and my tight hairless pussy is invaded by the big black cock. The guys commenting on my firm and perky 32C chest. As teak grabs my petite hips and slowly thrusts in and out of me. Watching me squirm. As I'm held in the air. Laughter fills the small room as Teak grips her hips, looking so tiny in his huge hands as his he starts to build pace, his beast cock stretching her tight snatch. He fucked her harder, releasing her body, his paws enveloping her tits, fingers curled, clawing them as he pulled on her nipples." Fuck me woman", he growled The others started to barter who would go next... which hole they were going to use... I am helpless as I'm held in midair. Even with my tall slender frame writhing in their grip. They hold me still whimpering as Teak stretches my tight hairless pussy with his slow thrusts. His hands in my hips as I feel him tending to wandering his much cum a cock the size of his could hold. "She's fucking tight alright guys", Teak grunted as he felt the familiar sensation building in his nuts as he mauled her tender flesh, leaving bright red finger marks on her pale skin. The guys pulled her body higher as Teak started to grunt faster, slapping her tits back and forth as he came hard in her tight hot cunt It feels like a firehouse going off in my pussy as the large cock was filled with a lot of cum. One jokes about needing more time to find the paperwork I came for and sends Teak for it as I'm my legs are dropped but still held arms behind back. Dress open, bra open, a small hole in my pantyhose and heels as one of them wants his crack at the young DA. "Get her on the fucking table ", growls Jay, "I want my shot of the cunt. She's dragged across the floor, heels scraping the concrete as she pulled over to a solid steel workbench. The bench is cleared as she's deposited on top of it. Jay is immediately on top of her, rolling her onto her stomach as he yanks her dress off her back, followed by what used to be her bra. He straddles her, holding her barely clothed body pinned beneath him"Tie the bitch down ", he yells In pantyhose with a small hole in the crotch where Teak broke through and my scrappy heels. I'm pinned down. One says "Teak go find those papers miss DA cane five will keep her "entertained." I plead again let me go you don't have to do this. Just trying to do my job". I whimper as the "leader" or boss. Tells me he doesn't like lawyer types. Lex disappears as Damien taunts her, holding her hands in place as Jay frees his cock rubbing it against her nylon clad ass." You know I really hate lawyers... You just take and take... Well today we're taking back "Lex returned with a handful of zip ties. Her arms were pulled tight to the sides of the desk and bound to eye bolts. Jay leaned down to whisper in her ear as the sound of the ties closing up combined with them biting into her flesh." I'll leave that bitch ass for now...but let's see how much damage Teak did..." The next one to have a go while Teak, the dimmest one of them all goes to search for the papers I came for. Then the ones in then..... Jay jumped up on the table behind her, taking a moment to admire her naked back, letting his eyes drift down over her nylon clad ads to the tear between her legs. Taking his time, enjoying her whimpering pleas as he slowly wrapped his fingers around her ankles, admiring the high slim heeled stilettos she was wearing. He inched her legs apart, relishing her attempts at resistance as they were pulled either side of his knees. Cum dripped from her snatch, pooling on the cold steel desk beneath her as he released his grip and tugged his cock free of his denims, pressing the thick head through the tear on her pantyhose." Feel free to buck bitch... I like it when bitches buck," he whispered, dropping his weight onto her, sinking deep into her sopping pussy. Commenting on my tight young pussy. He says "it may find Teak to get those papers he ain't too bright". I buck to no avail as the large cock plows into me. He says" lawyers always think they smarter than us warehouse guys. You ain't in no fancy office though honey" he says as he.... "You ain't in no fancy office though honey ", Jay grunts as he drops his weight onto her naked back, driving his thick, heavy cock into her cum soaked cunt, gripping her by her hair as he starts to work himself back and forth." Fuck, she's still tight, I though T had ruined her for sure," he shouted as he pressed her down on the cold hard steel, mashing her tits as Lex walked towards her head, taking a rough hold of her hair, pulling her head up as he presented his uncut cock to her panting mouth I gag as he fills my mouth with cock. The both commenting on my super long legs and tall slender frame as they DP me. Teak comes back says" can't find papers boss" you tell him where to look. And he leaves. You then continue. Lex yanks her head up by her thick shiny hair, holding her in place as he thrusts back and forth, using her mouth like a cunt, her nose smashing into his groin as he bottoms out, filling her throat with meat. Grunts fill the small space as they increase tempo, Jay reaching under her to roughly grip her tits, his fingers digging into her tender flesh as he plows her cunt The one in my mouth cums filling my mouth and making sure to pull out to get some on my face as well. Teak comes back and is told to put the papers on the desk in front of me. The one inside me jokes" ok miss DA read them papers make sure all is legit ". Hard to focus on papers as he grips my firm perky breasts, picking up the pace as he drives deeper in my tight hairless pussy. Jay thrust harder into her cunt, driving her hips down into the cold hard steel as her mouth is filled with cum. He quickly releases one of her tits, bringing his meaty paw up to smear the thick sticky cum over her face before clamping over mouth, making sure she swallowed everything." Better make sure our records are in order", he laughed Panting hard nearly exhausted as I'm bent over the table and looking at the papers as he mocks me saying I don't look all high and mighty now as he jackhammers my young tall slender frame and plus our with a POP sound. I wonder if this ordeal is over or is there more before the let me go. Damien watched as the last of his boys got off her, the sheen of sweat glistening across her back as he watched her trying to regain control." Well, well... you took that very... easily...guess you get a lot of cock..." He walked behind her, picking up a length of electrical cable, before walking back towards her, softly trailing it along the length of her long, long legs, teasing the tip between her ass cheeks Panting hard" please let me go I won't tell anyone I'll just take the signed papers and go" I say exhausted from the assault but seemingly these guys aren't done with a DA they think is snooping. I gasp as I feel something by my Assad I'm still restrained and bent over. Damien slows teases the cable across her tensed ass, letting silence descend, broken only by tiny sounds coming from her parted lips. Drawing the frayed end between her puffy lips before pulling his hand back and bringing the thick rubber length down hard across her cheeks"Get me some oil boys" Whimpering pleading be let go as they hold my tall slender frame in place. My eyes grow super wide when I hear" get the oil". What on earth. Could be up to. Damien raised his hand again, letting the rubber covered cable hang in the air for a second before bringing it down hard across her upturned ass." Girl, you pink up real nice"After a few more strokes he suddenly stopped, giving her a moment to try and compose herself, the small room filled with sounds of gasps and sobs. He stood by the table watching her folded the cable in half, trailing it down her sweat covered back and between her spread legs." Such a tight cunt", he laughed as he drove the folded curve of thick rubber into her abused snatch I wince as one of the warehouse guys. Mocks me making me look at the papers on the table to see if everything is in order. My tight pussy not sure what to make of the rubber material invading it. He worked hard rubber back and forth, spreading her lips wider as he looks over at Jay." She's better than the last one he sent over... thinks she can take more...? ""Well she did seem to like it in her most boss.... talented tongue" I try to plead stop, but it seems their "disdain" for lawyer types has taken precedence over them letting me go with the papers I originally came for. " Just trying to do my job" I whimper as they again comment on my tall slender frame as they.... Damien left the heavy folded rubber coil inside her, stretching her pussy as Teak walked back in with an oil can in his hand." Here you go boss "Damien set it down on the table, "stick something in her mouth boys"Jay and Teak looked at each other, shoving and pushing toner in front of her and shove their meat in her mouth. Damien moved to the side of the room, watching amused as he stripped naked. He walked over stroking his cock as he picked up the oil can." Now it's my turn"He pressed the spout between her ass cheeks, pouring oil between her bound legs, before climbing up between them." Hope I lubed you up enough" ,he whispered as he shoved his cock into her ass, and Teak silenced her screaming mouth My screams are muffled on Teak's massive cock as my once virgin ass is taken by another large member. The shop echoes with his grunts and his balls slamming into NY young hips. My 5'10 frame puts my tight ass up in the air at the right height for the best leverage as he is tall as well allowing himti wait drive it home as one now mocks me with the papers on the desk for me to look at as Year holds my head in place. Her throat is sealed by the thick fat cock, her mouth being forced to work it as Damien fucks her ass, driving into her tight, lubed hole until he cums." Suck my boy dry bitch, and you can go, Jay... get the package"Damien wipes himself off on her clothes as Jay returns with a sealed box. She is cut free from the table as Teak continues to fuck her face." The box is for you... turns out we already sent those papers over to your boss" I get dressed and make it back to the office. My boss congratulated me on getting papers from a tough client. I try to tell him what took place. He snickers claiming I'm overexaggerating being a young DA. He tells me my day is not over as he gives me two more clients to retrieve paperwork from. Furthermore, he says I'm the "newbie" so I get all the rubbing around. The two "assignments" are..., Mr Wright looked at her as she stood in front of him. She was talking, wittering on about something about being fucked by Damien and his boys. He vaguely listened as she went on, unaware that he was watching a video of her tied to the table in the garage getting filled in all holes with black cock. His eyes drifted over her breasts, her unfettered nipples pressing proudly through the thin cream silk of her camisole." Very good dear, you have two more jobs to do for me today, you'll find the paperwork in the room at the end of the corridor, oh and tomorrow I need you with me"He watches you leave the room, enjoying your ass as it moves beneath the slim silk pencil skirt, smiling. You walk down the corridor and walk into the room to find Andrews with one of the secretaries bent over a desk I walk in and gasp dropping my folders on the floor" way the heck is going on here" I stammer. Andrews says in the newbie and I just need to walk away and whatever files I needed from room he will bring tome later and don't tell boss or else. He seems upset that I don't move right away. Too shocked at sight to do so I guess. She doesn't hear Simon's walk in behind her, lust filing his gaze as he watches her bend to pick up the dropped files. He steps in quickly, scoping her against his chest, pulling her in tight." Do you like watching people fuck.? "She could feel his cock grinding through her thin silk skirt as he held her fast, one strong arm encompassing her about her waist as his free hand slid upwards towards her barely contained breasts." Go on Andrews, give us a show"Andrews grinned at the sudden change of circumstances, shoving the secretary hard over the desk, a ripping sound filling the room as he yanked his hand from beneath her skirt, a torn strap of cotton clenched between his fingers. I see the torn panties held aloft by Andrews like a trophy of some kind. I struggle against Simmons but he is too strong. Furthermore, I'm too shocked by their boldness to scream. Furthermore, I watch as her skirt is lifted as Anderson plows in. Part of me reluctantly getting wet at the forced scene as I feel Simmons grab my perky breasts through me blouse as he controls my tall slender 5'10 frame with relative ease. Andrews has the secretary full bent over the desk, kicking her legs lewdly apart as he takes his cock in his fist, driving it into her as he presses the ripped scrap of cotton between her lips"You like that", grinned Simmons, pulling down on Kimberly's camisole, tugging the delicate strap off her right shoulder until her breast popped free of the silk." Is this getting you as turned on as me.?", Simmons other hand clawing at her skirt, drawing up her legs as his cock bulged harder against her ass I gasp as my one breast pops free. I struggle to no avail. May be 5'10. But Simmons is stronger holding me in place. I recognize the secretary as the one that was interviewing earlier for an open position as I hear her mumble through her panty gag. My skirt going higher as I feel Simmons get bolder as him and Anderson talk like this is commonplace in the office. Simmons drags her tight skirt up about her hips as they watch the spectacle in front of them, his fingers finding her pussy damp beneath her hose." You like watching Andrews fuck... maybe you're jealous...." "Get off me perv!" I say showing then my feisty side. Which seems to egg them on even more. The secretary across the desk is flipped onto her back by Andrews as she is panting hard now not sure if what to make of being watched and all. I feel Summons hand dive the front of my pantyhose. As I blush from my own exposure in front of the new secretary. Simmons pushes his hand hard down the front of her pantyhose, his fingers working over her bald slit, before thrusting hard into her moist snatch." Fuck you are a horny wet bitch...", he teased, biting her ear as they watched Andrews yank off the secretary's blouse and toss it across the room Simmons pulls Kimberley's top down, the straps slipping offer shoulders as the fine silk drags across her rock hard nipples"I wonder who will come first... you... her... him...", Simmons laughed I struggle, as reluctantly. My nipples grow harder from the "attention" and the exposure to the cool back office air. I try to get Simmons hand out if my pantyhose, but it's shoved in good as he rubs my bald slit faster and faster. Andrews jokes with him. "Gonna play with the leggy new girl or actually going to do her ?" "Well the boss got her all dressed up like this, so I'd better not ruin her outfit... I think it's a special delivery for an important new client," Simmons replied, "that said, I might get to suck me off while you give us the floor show" The secretary on the desk just lies there and takes it too stunned to act especially with more people, Andrews and myself now, in the room. To watch Simmons expose and screw her. The hand is withdrawn from my pantyhose, and I'm shoved to my knees. Without a second to take in what is going on Andrews shoves his cock in my mouth grabbing a handful of my shirt red hair. Commenting on my 5'10 height making me perfect on my knees. The situation in the room moves fast as they switch places, Andrews pulling his dick from the thrashing secretary and striding over to Kimberly as Simmons pulls his hand from beneath her skirt and shoves her to her knees." Open wide", he commands, "and finish off what she started". He laughed as he looked over his shoulder to where Simmons was already fucking hard on the desk The secretary panting a mile a minute as she's pounded on the desk without mercy. My tall frame in my knees sets me, reluctantly, at the perfect height as my mouth is stuffed with cock. " You'll enjoy working here in our office" he mocks. They know I won't quit or report them out of my own pride I try to control the pace but hair grabbed and face now being used like a pussy by my colleague. Simmons hammers the secretary, his hand over her mouth, further stifling her moans as he roughly yanked her legs up about his shoulders. Andrews smiled as he watched, growing thicker in Kimberley's mouth as he gripped her tighter by her short tresses. Holding her head in place he thrust deep into her throat, relishing the sounds of her choking, drool dripping over his balls." Fuck, her mouth is nearly as talented as her cunt... I think she likes the taste of secretary on my cock"He suddenly groaned, holding her steady as he filled her throat with cum, refusing to let her spit. Pulling out, he wiped his dick on her cheek, before giving her a business card from his pocket." Sort your makeup and get to this address, Mr Monk is expecting you... I'm sure you're going to love his gentleman's club ""Well she sure knows her way about a pole... fucking cock hungry bitch" again I should run and report this to the police but my stubborn nature got the best of me and I will show these guys I can work and earn my way into the firm. I head to the club to meet Mr Monk. Furthermore, I'm stopped at the door, dressed as I was from office pink camisole top, black knee-length pencil skirt pantyhose and heels. They stop me claiming I need "searched" for security reasons. The two security guards are dressed identically, tight fitted tops barely containing their well muscled torsos, and fitted black pants"Nobody gets to see the boss without being checked out first"Without another word, the other one roughly grabs her by her shoulders, turning her to face the wall and shoving her against it." Hands up and grab hold of the clothes rail" "What is the meaning of this" I hiss "I have a meeting to go to ism hiding no weapons" I plead. Secretly turned on by the bold moves yet nervous as I'm not sure of their true intentions as reluctantly I comply grabbing the bar with a large mirror in front of it. One moves in tight behind her, grasping her hands where they grip the rail, as the other moves to lean against the wall beside her, folding his arms as his eyes rove over her body"Step back and spread your legs", the one behind her commands as he slowly brings his hands down her bare arms, pausing as he reaches her body." Now"His large hands hold her just below her arms, fingertips teasing the sides of her breasts “This is uncalled-for” I hiss “ill have your jobs for this” trying to show a tough side. Hands on the rail as I shudder a bit as I feel the light touch on the sides of my breasts. Hoping they stop at simple groping and go no further since the bra is front hook and a small pink lace thong under my pantyhose. My breathing increasing more and more in anticipation of their next moves and intentions. His fingers move slowly over her body, his palms moving purposefully down her flanks, fingertips tracing the edge of her bra." Uh oh", he rumbles, "bra..." The other one tuts too comically, "boss doesn't like bras in here"The guard searching her let his hands slide down to her waist before moving up beneath her camisole, shoving the thin silk upwards until his fingers find her bra." Boss doesn't allow these," he whispered as he flicked open the front fastening before removing his hands and let her breasts sway free, her bra hanging loose now I gasping disbelief as my bra is unclasped in the front and now hangs open under the silky camisole top. Hands still on the rail as I want this over as quick as possible. “I will have your jobs for this!” It's met with chuckles and comments on my mile long legs as my skirt is hitched up. I'm told to hold it up as both guards grab a side strap of my lace thong, hands just inside waistband of my pantyhose and pull like a tug of war, or twisted version of it anyway. The goons laugh, thick and guttural as they step to either side of her, her tits hanging free pressing into the thin silk, rock hard nipples piercing it." She has great tits", he rumbles almost as if she wasn't there." Good legs too", the other says, "lady, lift skirt. They don't even register the look of disdain she throws as she settles her weight on her high heels and grips her skirt at her hips, slowly shimmying the tight sheath upwards until it is bunched at her waist." Uh oh... boss no like panties either"They swiftly stepped in on either side of her, sliding their fingers inside her hose, hooking the thread thin strap of her thong either side, chuckling as they pull up on it, pulling her onto her toes. Her hands shoot forward to grab the wall, balancing herself as they pull it tighter, dragging it across her clothes until it ripped. The torn scrap was pulled slowly between her lips, leaving her slit naked beneath the sheer hose." Great legs, boss might get her on a pole "The other laughed as he watched her fix her clothes, "she'll definitely end up on pole. Boss will see you now" Leaving my bra unclasped under my camisole top I fix my skirt and go to where I was originally planning before the “security“ check. I enter the large office area, trying to compose myself“ Mr monk? Miss Custom DA here to talk of your records for auditing. Your “security” by the way is unprofessional at best they need fired”. I say composing my breathing as I continue to fix clothing. He stands approaches me saying.... Monk rises slowly as she enters his spacious office, moving from behind the heavy wood desk, ignoring her bluster as he fixates on her nipped." Lose the bra lady", he grunts as he moves closer." So you are lawyer? ", walking around behind her and slapping her ass, "don't look like lawyer"He moves back to his desk, sitting himself against the edge." Lose bra" Still having my silky camisole top on, I reach under and pull the pretty lacy bra out and toss it in your desk. “Happy now?!” I hiss. “Yes I'm assistant DA Kimberly Custom here for SN internal audit on your record keeping.”Your behavior is unprofessional and will be noted” I say trying to be tough as my breasts rise and fall under the thin silky material from the tension building from your stern look. Monk ignores her as he walks around behind her, letting his eyes rove over her body"Good legs", he rumbled, "ass not bad either, but tits... titties are very good". He slid in tight against her, grinding against her ass as he brought his hands around to grip her breasts hard." Your boss hires better these days," he continued, waving a hand dismissively towards a chair as he moved back to his desk, pressing a button on the intercom"Sit woman" I sit crossing my long legs as I do and begin to discuss reasons why I am here. I see. That“ women are just eye candy” look which I have encountered before in my rise to assistant DA. “How can we create a good business relationship Mr Monk is it? Our firm can make things easier for you and are always here to help”. I say trying to keep things on a business level. He barely listens to her as he wants for his message to be forwarded, leaning instead against his desk and letting his eyes follow the long lines of her legs. The door opens, and a monster stands there, completely filling the space before entering and closing it over behind him. His 6'8" frame looks out of place in the three-piece suit." Ah... this is one of the main attractions on ladies night Muss DA. Strippers are easy to find. Men are simple to entertain. Ladies... I'm not so au fait with"He stood there silently looking at Mr Monk"Ladies call him Adonis" Shrugging my shoulders playing off being secretly turned on by his size I say “Mr Monk what does that have to do with my visit here today? We are here to go over records for the audit, not to discuss who works with you”. I look at you trying to show a tougher side but also a bit nervous on why you summoned Mr “Adonis”. Monk simply nods, and the giant slowly reaches up to remove his suit jacket, tossing it to the corner of the room. His eyes are now on the DA as his waistcoat follows it. Monk is stood watching her eyes as Adonis removes his tie and throws it in her lap, before shedding his shirt to reveal a broad ripped torso. Monk indicates for him to continue. His belt lands in her lap before her carried on until he is only clad in a tiny leather outfit looking like a Greek warrior." Now we negotiate", Monk smiled as Adonis strode over and lifted the DA out of her chair and sitting in it before placing her on his lap “What do you mean negotiate??” I say. My tall 5’10 frame dwarfed by the lap and figure of Adonis. His hands go to my waist and pretty much cover the whole area. He boldly reaches around groping me through my silky camisole top, complimenting my long legs. As you say..... "Your employer offered me certain benefits that you were sent to facilitate"Adonis settled himself beneath her, his heavy cock impossible for her to ignore as he moved her around on his lap. His large hands came up, sliding over the silky material of her camisole to cup her swaying breasts. He completely ignored the noises coming from her as his fingers curled around them, gently squeezing them until her nipples poked proud against the shiny silk." Good tits boss"Monk was sat back in his chair, his legs casually crossed at the ankle as he watched her, his face a picture of glee His hands engulf my perky fairly good size 32C’s causing my nipples to grow erect as the silky material of my camisole top rubs them which makes me blush as we try to “talk” business. Adonis’s bands move to my super long legs trying to part them as I’m upon his lap as you talk like nothing out of the ordinary is going on. Monk continued to sit in silence watching her as Adonis moved her about on his lap, forcing her into a simulation of a dance. His hands gripped her tits, massaging through the thin silk, pinching and rolling her nipples." Da... great tits Mr Monk"Monk crossed his legs, trying and failing to disguise his arousal as he smiled, "and her... legs.? "Adonis dropped his hands to her thighs, leaving her to recover from her molestation, grasping her skirt and roughly yanking the slim sheath up her toned thighs and past her hips, lifting her ass to drag it up about her waist like a belt." Now those are fine pins, born to ride a pole...", Monk nodded Adonis knew exactly what his boss wanted as he reached down to grab his discarded belt, looping it about her body and tightening it around her arms, trapping them, taunting, "great legs"He reached down between them, tearing away his loin cloth and freeing his cock, the 10" meat stick leapt up between her thighs, as thick as her wrist, before her used his tie to bind her legs about it." Ride the pole lady..." Eyes wide at his size i ta to stay composed. “Ok this has gone on long enough! I demand you let me go and ill forget this incident happened and just say your records are in order”. You just chuckle at my plea telling me. I'm in no position to negotiate and you don't like nosy D. A’s then I feel Adonis’ massive hand grab my nylon clad thighs as you say nothing to him just a nod. Adonis seems mesmerized by my long 40” legs as HIA hands roam them. His touch both turns me on but scares me because of his size.“Easy with this one big boy. Don't break this one like you did the other one. Adonis just chuckles, palming my pussy like a basketball in his massive hand.“Mr Monk, Adonis likes pretty silky legs, but Adonis wants to rip bad nylons of Miss D. A” he grunts seemingly awaiting permission. Monk could barely contain himself as he watched Adonis take full control of the DA, her arms pinned tight to her sides by the thick leather belt. He long legs were bound in place by his tie, her silky dark pantyhose in striking contrast to the rock hard cock now standing proud between them." Ride the pole Miss DA," he whispered, his tongue flickering over his lips Adonis drew the front of her camisole upwards, pulling it over her head and leaving it bunched behind her neck, exposing her perky breasts to his boss I blush heavily as my perky firm breasts are exposed to you. I reluctantly “bounce” best I can gyrating my hips, essentially “jerking” Adonis off with my lower half. His big hands engulf my breasts as he guides me either to the left of right as I feel GIS massive pole rub against my slender frame. All I can think, and cannot believe my mind is even going this route, is how much cum would shoot out of his massive member. Your eyes big as saucers as I bounce and move, nervously anticipating what this giant man’s next move could be. Just then your phone rings. It is my office asking if I had arrived and if I was collecting the records I had been sent for, you tell them.... Monk nods as he recognizes the caller ID, "Adonis, if you wouldn't mind..." Adonis releases one of her breasts from his grip, slapping the meaty palm over her mouth as the other intensifies the cruel hold he has, digging his fingers into her tender flesh." Yes, yes she has arrived. Not quite up to standards of the previous one, but she's being shown what is expected of her just now"Monk smiled over at her as he saw angry red marks appear beneath Adonis' fingers. His hand waved up and down, encouraging more as Adonis nodded, lifting her by her tit and jaw, forcing her nylon clad thighs to work his cock The large hands engulf my perky chest and his massive cock rubbing my nylon clad thighs as I'm bounced like a toy. You just chat about the paperwork I initially came for kike nothing is going on out of the ordinary as my panting echos the room stopping me from protesting as I struggle to catch my breath. Suddenly Adonis stops bouncing me and says “Adonis want to fuck pretty lady”. You have a pondering look to his “request”. Debating to permit it or am I yours?.. Monk smirks, "you'll need to get her good and wet Adonis...", switching his eyes to hers, "think you're wet enough to take him...?"" Adonis... show her your party trick"The monster gripped her tits hard in his hands, grunting in her ear as he lifted her up and down, bouncing her harder on his cock. His meat grew thicker between her bound thighs, reddening, the head a deep purple, "spunky time"He suddenly shuddered as he came, thick spurts of cum erupting from his cock, jetting upwards before splattering over her thighs. A hand dropped onto her legs, smearing the thick white sticky mess into her dark silk hose." Pretty legs"She was amazed to see his still rock hard, no sign of softening as Monk sat watching, "that's his trick... he will he is hard... for hours"He rose from his chair, "now is that fuck hole wet.?" Adonis picks me up and carries me over to your desk. Arms still bound at sides by leather belt as you jest saying. “Get Miss DA those records while we finalize things”. With that you compliment my toned nylon clad 40” long legs, still encased in the silky nylon of my pantyhose and bound together. Too exhausted to struggle only flailing about like a fish being all tied. My breathing echos through your large office area. Adonis dumped the tightly bound DA onto Mr Monk's desk, leading down at her before sloping off out of the room, seemingly oblivious to his naked form. Monk walked over to her, looking at the open door and paying is no heed as he tugged off his tie and tossed it onto the desk beside her. He circled her, admiring her leggy form, sweat damp skin, and the fresh bruises forming on her tits." Looks like he had quite an effect on you... you certainly made him cum'Monk moved to the end of the table by her head, looking down on her from above as he reached forward to grasp her by her breasts and drag her head backwards off the end of the desk. His eyes raked her long bound legs as he slowly opened his pants and pulled out his cock." I'll sample your cunt in a minute... but as for no... open wide" Still some fastness left in me, I open my mouth to say “screw you” but it is cut off mid first word by your cock stuffed down my throat. My tall slender France, still bound writhes like a fish out of water on your desk. I struggle to take it all but manage to do so with minimal struggle. I see by your reaction that has slightly impressed you. Enough to cut my bonds but not let up as you begin to fuck my face harder. Monk gripped her tits hard in his hands, fingers digging into her tender flesh, angry red marks forming at her tips as he forced his cock down her throat, silencing her. Her cries muffled as he swelled thick, filling her as savoring the vibrations running through him."fuck you're talented for a lawyer, let's see if you can get off before I do"He drove deeper, stroking back and forth as he tugged the belt loose, freeing her arms. The thick leather was looped about her throat like a leash." Go on bitch, get that pussy nice and juicy for me" Figuring it was going to be my easiest route out of my current predicament, reluctantly I obey and begin to finger myself, making my super long legs writhe bit as I blush as I feel myself grow wetter as you pump my mouth. I begin to cum moments later which almost gaga me as my body jerks, involuntary causing my mouth to take more of your cock as my head moves up. Tiny spasms rock my tall slender frame splayed out on your desk as I hope you finish off soon one way or the other. Monk groans as he watches her flick her clit, bringing herself quickly to orgasm. He fights to maintain control as she pulls hard on his cock, her throat gripping him like a vice as he pulls on her nipples." Fuck yeah, that's it slut"He pulls out, trailing thick ropes of saliva across her face as he slaps his meat across her cheeks. Releasing her tits, he smiles at the marks he's left as he walks around to the side of the table, loosening off the tie binding her legs together"Now let's see if your cunt is as talented He swiftly tied one end of the silk tie around her left knee, then did the same to the other knee with the other end, and yanked her down the desk until her as was perched on the edge." Let's see what you can take "He took the middle of the tie and pulled it behind her neck, forcing her legs up and back, presenting her glistening pussy to him. He held his cock in his fist as he looked down her and shoved it home"I fucking hate lawyers" He makes lewd remarks but complimentary ones on my mile long legs. I whimper and even wince as he cis a good size and thrusts in and out of my tight pussy with furious and strong thrusts. The silence only broken by his balls slamming into my bald pussy. Now sopping wet. All I can think is “did he take a super Viagra” as he is rock hard and his pace wearing me down fast. Monk towered over her as his iron hard cock speared her, bearing down on her as if he was trying to nail her to the desk beneath her. He laughed at her bound legs flailing either side of his shoulders as he gripped the desk harder, taking out his anger on her slender form"But your cunt feels good bitch" Feeling my strength fading fast as you drill me, i don't writhe around as much as I feel you slam in an end out of my tight, now sopping wet pussy. The sound of that action and your grunts echo the large empty space we are in. A few moments later I feel you explode inside me with your warm seed. You then pull out as my dress and the paperwork I initially came for are tossed at me. Monk pounded her harder... faster. His prick like a rod of iron as he felt his balls tightening. As he got closer to his edge, he untied her legs, letting them fall either side of his waist as he got up on the table on top of her.' I love fucking spoiled cunt lawyers', he grunted, slapping her tits as he came hard inside her. He laughed as he undid the belt holding her arms in place, enjoying the red marks it left as she hunted for her camisole. Her skirt slithered back into place as he watched her teetering about in her heels. His cock was still rampant, the tiny blue pill doing its job as he eyed her lustfully.' Fuck it, you're not done here yet'He threw the papers across the desk and pushed her half dressed form towards them.' Check them, make sure they're in order', he grunted as he forced her forward and gripped the hem of her skirt, jerking on the until the split at the back tore open. He held her neck in one fist as he took his cock in the other, driving into her hard from behind. My tall slender frame bent over and in heel sim at the perfect height for you to drive into me yet again. I try to focus on the papers, so I can leave, but each strong firm thrust makes it very difficult. I have to grip the sides of the desk to keep me from falling onto it as you furiously pound me. You talk to me like this is common place as my head is about a half inch off the desk and papers. Any closer my lipstick would smear across some of them. Panting hard, breathing labored as your cock seems to be growing bigger, if that’s possible inside my tight pussy. Trying desperately to not pass out from exhaustion, losing the battle as I hold out using every bit of stamina I can muster.“Y.ye, ....yes.... the pa....HHH...papers....seem to be in....ahhhhh...order...order” as I struggle to construct a full sentence. 'Having trouble reading the small print?', he laughed as he fucked her harder, kicking her legs apart as he forced her head closer to the desk. Pushing her forward, making her nipples graze the sheets of paper now wildly strewn across the surface of his desk, he gripped the back of her head, 'why don't you sign them with a kiss'he felt his cock getting harder, stretching her as he quickly reached down and grabbed his balls, gripping tight and offsetting his orgasm I feel to explode inside me as my lipstick smears a bit of and leaves a kiss mark on one of the papers. You arrogantly joke about“ nice doing business with me maybe another time down the road”. After composing myself and my clothing, I head out. The police station should have been my next stop to report TGE assault but i figure I could use it down the line against you, so I just head back to office. The rest of the day goes by without any further issues. Before I leave for day, I see two emails of cases I need to follow up on as far as papers not being filed properly, the two emails read.... Monk roared as he emptied his balls into her, holding her face down hard on top of the papers and signing them with an imprint of her lips.' Not a bad fuck, I'll need to get you back over again soon'He laughed as she tried to cover herself up as much as possible, racing out the door in her ripped clothing when she couldn't find her bra. Her nipples poked through the thin silk of her camisole as she desperately tried to hold the back of her skirt together. She arrived back at the office to find it practically empty. The sounds of grunting and furniture greeted her as the lift doors opened. She wondered if there were renovations going on or someone was getting a new desk in or something. As she turned the corner she was greeted by the sight of a black ass moving fast between two white legs flailing either side of it. As she walked by she saw one of the juniors tied to the desk as JJ pounded her tight.' Don't worry', he grunted when he saw her in the reflection in the window, 'your white ass is on my list honey'She hurried away and was glad to find she still had a change of clothes in her office. Settling down she saw the two emails flagged urgent. One was regarding her to go on a business trip with the boss in two days time. The second was a little more peculiar, and stated that first thing tomorrow she was required at Trinity, a private school, and to clear her diary for the morning. I arrive the next morning wearing my usual semi sexy yet professional attire of white blouse, black pencil skirt 2” above the knees and 2”scrappy white heels. I see the Trinity email and not much info on it. Furthermore, I think it odd because as a DA don't have too many dealings with private schools. Furthermore, I head to the school, fairly empty parking lot as it is a bit early and I buzz the door waiting to enter. The door opens, and I see a guard and a metal detector. Used to seeing them at the rough public high schools, but a private school? I think I will be exempt but... The guard is a little taken aback as he presses the button and the heavy door opens. The lady in front of him certainly isn't faculty, nor is she a student. His eyes flit very her as he indicates that she should place her bag on the table and step through the gate. It'll beep... It always beeps. He watches her, silent and resolute It beeps and I say“ your scanner must be faulty sir I have no contraband. My name is Kimberly Custom assistant DA on business here. Therefore, I should be exempt correct?” I stand half nervous anticipation of next move and half annoyed that I must go through scanner in first place. I place bag and phone on best to be scanned and go to head through again. He smiles as he watches her pass through the scanner, and the obligatory, 'BEEP', breaks the silence, as he approaches the door. He places a hand on the guard's shoulder, gently asserting his authority.' I think that'll be enough, Steve. You must be the young lady I was told to expect'His eyes casually roamed her body as he held out his hand, 'Principal Keene'" Morning principal Keene, I am Kimberly Custom from the FA's office I must say I don't have many dealings with private schools and my email was rather vague maybe you could fill me in on more of why I am here sir "? I ask semi confused but impressed by the look of the private school. My heels click on the marble floors and echo a bit as we head down the hallway to... He drank in the confused look on her face as he turned her away from the main entrance, allowing himself a lingering look at her ass and the gentle sway of her hips'This way, Miss Custom, I can see that you're a little confused as to why your boss had you sent here today. He turned first one corner, then another until they were a good distance from the entrance, and given the lack if noise from the rooms they passed, the rest of the students also.' You see we have a small problem with the school football team. You see, your boss, my friend is quite heavily invested in the outcome of the match on Friday night'He opened the door into an empty class, empty Barr for the three students sat on the desks.' We had a small issue a few months ago... These are our key players, and well they got a little enthusiastic with one of the teachers before the match. So you're here to help them'The one sat furthest away stood up, rising to his full height, all 6'2" of him, openly groping the front of his uniform pants. " Enthusiastic?? What do you mean? He. Help them?" I look at you, my face contorted a bit with utter confusion as I still have no idea why I am here and now semi annoyed as this trip seems a waste of my time. I roll my eyes at the gesture by the player, thinking nothing of it. " Seriously I am a DA this is not a courtroom or law office so what am. I'm doing here, and please explain what you mean by "help". My boss only sends me to high-end cases, so what is my purpose here? " I ask you with a snobby diva like tone to my tongue. The three students watched her, sharing glances as Lance moved closer to. Where she stood.' She's not bad', he muttered, 'better than that teacher... younger'Clay looked over at Leo, nodding as he shuffled to. His feet and wandered over, circling the DA, his right hand drifting across her ass'Feels better too'Lance and Clay crowded around her, pressing against her as they brought their hands up to squeeze her breasts'Fuck, just bend her over the desk ', grunted Leo, 'I liked the teacher that way' Knocking his hands away I say" I am NOT your teacher and even if I was this behavior is highly inappropriate! You as football team members should show your classmates how young men are to act with respect towards others and especially women. Now please sit down and stop these shenanigans. " I look at them anxiously as they seem not used to being told what to do and just seem to be undressing me with their eyes as they mutter under their breath to one another in a tone I cannot make out what they say. Lance growled deep in his throat as she pushed their hands away.' Play nice, lady, there's plenty of us to go around'He grasped the waistband at the back of her skirt, dragging her up against him, dwarfing her slender frame as he grabbed her jaw with the other and forced his lips onto hers. Clay came in behind her, pressing into her ass as he brought his hands up around her body, squeezing her tits, hard.' I like this secretary look', he whispered, 'you think I feel big just now, wait till I'm choking you with it'There was a scraping of wood on wood and Leo shoved the large, old-fashioned heavy desk around.' Enough of fucking about and let's get to just fucking her', he commanded', and you... Keene, earn my father's money and make yourself useful. There's a camcorder over there. My perky chest rises and falls under the blouse in nervous anticipation. Not sure if they mean what they say or just a a bunch of spoiled rich kids just trying to get a rise out of me." That is enough boys, joke is over, I'm an assistant DA not a teacher but deserve same respect you should show them"Trying to talk my way out of my current predicament as they look like a pack of wolves surrounding a young doe in the wild. All with smug grins on their faces. The tension in the air is thick as they.... Leo stopped repositioning the solid hardwood desk and sauntered over to her, smiling with that easy confidence that comes with privilege.' You know... you know my father'His eyes drifted over her toned body as Lance and Clay moved aside, giving him some space'You met him a couple of days ago... when he fucked you...' His hands came up to cup her breasts, teasing them as he least in and whispered in her ear'My family name is Hudson... and my father, Stephen said you were a great fuck'His left hand dropped to the front of her skirt, groping her through it'So bend over that fucking desk so the boys and I can see if he was right...' I gasp as my arms are grabbed, bending me over the desk. My torso pressed to the desk, my legs straight so my tight ass is pointing up in the air. I struggle to no avail as one takes a bandana and places it in mouth to muffle me. Another jokes about me being an assistant DA that's actually hot and that I could "interrogate" them anytime. They make bets on what kind of high-end underwear I'm wearing. The "leader" decides it may be time to settle the best as he....... Leo smiled as his boys took his lead and moved smoothly either side of the DA, grasping her wrists and pulling her forward over the desktop.' That's a good starting position boys'Lance and Clay pulled her arms tight out to her sides, cruciform her, before rotating her wrists forward so that she was pinned and completely immobilized.' Now lets she what she wore for us...' Leo bent towards slightly, bringing his hands to rest on her legs, before slowly teasing them. Upwards, catching the hem of her skirt and drawing it up to just below her ass My 5'10 height bent over out my tight ass in full view as I wince a bit from the position I am held in. I struggle to no avail. One says "we need to hush her up before she draws too much attention man! " I feel a rush of air as my skirt is wished up, I hear cat calls and whistles as they see the Victoria's Secret logo on the ass, of my tiny panties showing off my high-end underwear to them. My nipples growing a bit hard from the tension and being pressed after rubbed into the desk through my top. Leo then says.... Leo gripped her thighs, firmly, squeezing a little as he moves upwards, pushing her skirt ahead of them, whistling as her pretty underwear was revealed." Hell yeah, look at that ass", crowed, holding her down tight." Fuck", exclaimed Lance, grinding the bulge in his khakis against the back of her hand," she's going to be so much sweeter than the last one"Leon's hands roamed over her ass, work the lace into a tight bunch between her cheeks, massaging her as he pulled her panties tight against her clit." You look like a peach, lady", he laughed, "and I'm going to split you wide open" I struggle to no avail. "Last one? What are you boys talking about?? Let me up now!" I stammer, but my words are just met with chuckles as my hands are held down on the desk, so not I much position to negotiate. I feel what feels like one of the prodding my pussy entrance from behind. Hand unable to block leaves me at their mercy as I seem to be entertainment now as they..... Lance and Clay chuckle, passing look to one and other as they pin the DA hard against the desktop." Go on, Leo, fuck the nice lady"Leo smirked as he sawed the punched lace of her panties against her clit"I think we'll leave you dressed... for a while at least", he mocked, using his free hand to unbutton his pants, "let your pretty clothes get that sex smell about them"Fisting his cock, he tugged the crotch of her panties aside and pressed himself against her, kicking her legs wider." My daddy said you were a good tight fuck", he laughed as he pushed into her "Get off me, I'm an assistant DA not your entertain..." but my words are cut short as you plunge into me commenting on how right I am. It's been awhile since I had sex and especially a cock your size. A soft moan or two escape my lips as my tall frame is splayed out on the desk."you guys are crazy stop this now, and we can forget this happened" I say trying to talk my way out, but those words are just met with stronger thrusts inside me. Leo laughed at her protests as he drove into her, "no, you're just a tight, wet hole that my boys and I are going to use until we've got all this pent-up energy spent. He shoved her skirt up higher, spreading it across her lower back as he fucked her." Hey", he grunted, shouting at the Principle, "get over here with that camera... make sure you get some good footage of her servicing us'Lance and Clay joined in the laughter as they held her down tighter." Press those titties down into the table lady, we'll get to see enough of them once we've filled you up” My tall slender frame pressed down as they use me as their "entertainment" commenting they like I'm more feisty than the last one. My arms are pinned and held above my head, so I can't Yale them for leverage or anything as the sound of balls slamming into my tight ass fill the room with an echo adding to the tension building in the room. Leo slapped her ass, playing for the camera as he angles himself, "make sure you get a good close up of her peach ass, Keene. Fuck, we might even let you have a shot of her after. His boys laughed louder, taking her outstretched arms and pushing their crotches into her hands." Feel how hard you've got us, lady""Yeah, and you're still dressed too"Leo reached beneath her, feeling for her clit as he smiled at the sound he was making as he fucked her over the desk Two boys manipulate my hands to make me stroke them as I have no recourse but to take the fucking and hope it ends soon. I can't believe the principal is just standing by and NOT telling these boys they are out of line or that I'm NOT the entertainment. I gasp as I feel the one pumping me seemingly begin to tense up. Furthermore, I am mildly concerned not only for that fact but also the fact that one of the boys making me stroke him is grunting more loudly which can only mean one thing an impending explosion of his cock mere inches from my face. Clay felt his cock thicken on his pants, almost shocked at the reaction to watching this one getting fucked. He changed his grip, freeing up one hand and frantically pulling out his turgid dick Leo laughed at the urgency of his friend, half turning to the principle, "hey, Energy, get round the front and get this on film". He clicked his fingers, pointing exactly where he wanted the teacher as he hammer fucked the lithe for of the petite red head." I'm just about to give her cunt the first load" "Screw you perv stop this now I demand" I say in a "spoiled princess" type tone. That just gets more jeers from the boys as I wonder why the principal is just standing by letting them have their way in this class? I feel the one inside me tensing up like he's ready to blow but also one of the boys making me stroke them his cock begins to pulse. I try to relax my hand to relax his cock muscles, but he makes me stroke him faster.

DA dilemma (Closed for Ghaust and Ash13)|rating:1.0

Emily's Selfie (Bekah Boo and @nthony)

The girl at the grocery store has a weekend job. Brian knew this as for years he liked to imagine that Emily was flirting with him while scanning and packing his groceries. Brian, hadn't gone looking for it, in fact a happily married man aside from a slightly prudish wife he wasn't looking for any extra excitement in his life. Who would be interested in a middle-aged man?! Although still in good shape, and standing 6'2" he still liked to keep busy the weekends, playing squash or running, he was only a touch over his desired weight, but at forty who wasn't. His eyes were a deep blue that had often been compared the Mediterranean ocean, and his complexion was only slightly weathered. All in all the assessment could be that Brian was fairlyaveragelooking, but not unpleasant. So why, and for so long had the cute redhead been flirting with him so? It had all started as small talk, a sweet smile, Emily would place a finger to her lips to hush Brian before accidentally forgetting to scan a bottle of wine or a four-pack of beer. Brian started to take his wedding ring off when he shopped there, and made excuses to his wife to stop by the supermarket more and more often "I don't mind going!" he'd always say. She was far too young for Brian, but a guy can dream, right? And fantasies he certainly did. While having the same boring missionary sex with his wife (she'd always insist on lying back, with her eyes shut), he thought of Emily's young flawless body, her milky freckled skin as he thrust towards his crescendo. He'd masturbate in the shower of a morning before work imaging her n her knees in front of him taking his manhood in her hand and drawing it towards her open and welcoming lips hungrily. The only time Brian usually received a blow job from his wife was on Birthdays and holidays, too infrequently for his desires. So his obsession began and germinated in his mind as he watched her mature from a high-school leaver to a young woman. While running a particular errand to pick up some holiday photo's Brian had developed was when he noticed her second job. She worked at the large photo developers too. "To make ends meet!" she'd cheerily said to him, the figure hugging navy uniform flattering her torso splendidly. Then Emily dropped a bombshell:"I know your wife dropped these photos in." She smiled and winked. Brian immediately colored up with embarrassment and looked to his wedding band guiltily as a caught schoolboy. "It's OK!" she surprisingly whispered almost apologetically to him, a wry grin on her young lips. "There's something extra for you in the bag Sir." Emily smiled before turning to another customer in the queue behind him. Brian had expected a voucher or a coupon, but as he got to his car he scrambled through the bag immediately. Thumbing through the photo's from the recent holiday abroad, he skimmed through them when he realized the bag contained no voucher or coupon or added marketing as he first expected. At the very back of the envelope of photos was two snaps Brian certainly didn't remember taking, and if taken by his spouse - then she had developed an uncharacteristic new interest. Glancing back at him from the glossy photo paper was the girl of all his fantasizes, Emilytopless smiling into her bathroom mirror camera phone in hand just obscuring her one eye. Brian stared at it from sometime, open-mouthed, flabbergasted that she had given him this. As the shock wore away he found himself becoming aroused as he surveyed the contours of her body. Just as he had imagined her to look topless. Stuffing the photo into his inside jacket pocket for later he eventually looked down upon the second photo. A pert, knicker less rump printed on the card, and underneath scrawled in pink Sharpie marker, was a simple message:"Meet me tomorrow in the grocery store car park, the photos are just the start..." Brian's erection was by now straining at the belt of his jeans, the girl of his dreams wanted him! Brian stashed the other photo where he had the first one and drove around the block, wondering if he could go ahead with what Emily had planned. It had all started with a little smile, a flirting tease here and there but now? Now it had progressed into something far more delicious and fun; Now it had become a game for the lovely endowed woman, a game of just how far she could test her favorite customer and what lengths he would go to just to see that plump little smile across her pale features. At first, it had been quite flattering to have the still rather handsome man so entranced by her sweet if not childish mannerisms, but as he began to frequent her cashier line more and more often the feisty little red head began to grow more brazen and bold, further testing the limits of her womanly prowl as the years went by. Brian watched as the young teen began to blossom into a full-blown woman, as the years no doubt had further matured both her body and her darker intentions she had in mind. Though there was no harm in flirting really, it wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying the attention; why else would a man come back time and time again if he was content in his own life and needs. Yet the more he flocked to her line, the more Emily found herself wanting to up the ante, to really give the man a running for the show as there were days she would purposely wear provocative undergarments to wear especially for her number one customer; a little flash of a lacy bra barely containing the heavy weight of her cleavage here, a low riding pair of pants to show off the curve of her creamy hips there, it didn't matter as long as he could see just how womanly she had become. Yet it wasn't until the man seemed to seek her out at her second job did Emily feel the need to further the stakes of their little game, as she developed his photos she found herself unable to resist, the slip of her own few photos a tempting sight no doubt as inwardly she purred. A married man at that was always so fun to tease, as the links to their odd relationship began to fall into place; if he was bored...then Emily would certainly help him out. She gave into her twisted desire to tempt the man, showing off the very body he craved to see as the young red head gleefully cheered to herself to see his startled reaction to the knowledge of his marriage. Oh, she would play this game again and again...as tomorrow would surely prove herself with her tempting tease now on the line. With a quiet sigh the petite form stretched behind the counter, the ever constant tick of the clock signalling closing time much to Emily's delight. After all a day of teasing was a bit exhausting in itself! Unbuttoning the buttons of her navy shirt from her heaving torso, the woman made her way to the back, the jingle of keys in her hand as she absent kindly thought towards what tomorrow may hold. Would he even come? Would he confront her and scream at her? Would he be excited about her little gesture? There was no telling really, as the outcome was only what time could tell. With a sway of her hips she made her way to her car, the bounce of her long fiery hair soon released as the curtain of silk trailed down along the back of her shoulders, as with every step she began to uncover her youthful form as the tight expanse of her tank top barely held back the heavy weight of her breasts from spilling out. Within the streetlight the taut outline of her hour glass form could be seen, as the soft hum beneath her breath all but vibrated against her lips as she unlocked her car with a sigh. Perhaps she would take more risqué photos of herself? It could be a secret prize in his next bag of groceries... Brian drove home and tried to distract himself from the photo's and the message he had received in his wallet from the developers. But try as he might, he couldn't get past the image of her naked form, seemingly forever burnt onto the inside of his retinas. He blamed his distracted nature on 'a tough day at the office', and instead went for a brief jog to try and relieve his rampant mind. The exercise only worked so far, and after only a couple of miles he found himself returning home. Of course, he'd meet her, he'd thought about having sometime alone with her for a very long time. That was of course if Emily wasn't joking, just having some fun, what if he turned up, and she wasn't there. How would he feel knowing that he had been jilted, some sick twisted trick. Or that instead there was a thug of a boyfriend there waiting with an iron bar to beat the crap of a 'dirty middle-aged man' that had been leering at his beau. No, despite the associated risks, he weighed up in his mind that he had to see her. But how would he get some time away from his wife? In the end it was easy..." Hunny, I'm sorry I have to work late tomorrow night..." he started over dinner. "...my projects coming to a conclusion and I just need to really put some hours in to see it over the line. OK?" Of course his wife had assented. How could she not. It was work after all. Brian slept surprisingly well - perhaps that was due to the long shower he had taken after running, as his hands had wandered to his scrotum, cupping his balls before stroking his hardening shaft to a staggering orgasm that made his toes curl. All the while thinking of that derrière in the photo, the one above the pink text. The one that if he brought it up to his eyes to examine the detail, he was sure he could make out her tight labia. The next day, Brian packed a smart gray pinstripe suit in his briefcase - usually so full of work papers - to change into before leaving the office. He'd make an impression on the lass Albright. He clocks watched for most of the day, drumming his pen on his desk, cutting phone calls short with key clients, wasted time in the bathroom grooming his five-o'clock shadow, spraying deodorant. Like a seventeen-year-old on a first date where he thought the girl would put out. Eventually the time came for him to leave. Rushing to his packed car, he drove speedily through the rush hour traffic, pulling into a parking bay near to the grocery storefront. He left his keys in the ignition - in case of emergencies - and wound the window down. Waiting to catch her eye as she left. The passenger side door was unlocked, ready for her to take her seat by his side. But then what.... Brian gulped uncomfortably, tapping his hand on the steering wheel. What did she want with him? He was kidding himself if it was sex right? But those does eyes, those lips, that red hair he wanted to pull at from behind as he plunged his dick into her. He had to know, even if it was a hoax. Brian waited as patiently as his erection would let him. The night once Emily was home was anything than what her normal sort of routine was, in fact she was determined more than ever really as she spent some time finding the perfect outfit before she finally settled on a loose little catholic girl skirt; after all what middle age man could deny they weren't sexy on a youthful little thing? The crisp blouse that matched was enough to allow her heaving bust to lightly bust out from the tight fit, not overly stimulating but paired with the dark hue of a lacy bra beneath? Well it would perhaps be enough. Then again just how far was Emily planning on taking this? That this young woman was so determined? Was it perhaps she was bored? Was she in need of something? It was hard to say just what the fiery little minx was after really, but as she made careful work of slathering her body with the sweet scent of her juicy apple lotion all but making Emily's flesh all the more supple and satin in feeling. Of course tomorrow was the real test however, that if Brian was even going to show up; after all any rational sort of man would simply turn away from such a temptation as Emily was, if they were happy. Then again if he was then why would he so willingly flirt with the young woman? Deep down Emily knew the answer, but she hardly cared, as instead she went about her typical sort of night, more determined than ever to have her favorite customer all but cum right in his pants.--The next day went on quite as usual, the mundane sort of work that all but was driving Emily crazy; having to pace herself as she stood behind the register with that sweetened smile and cheerful attitude. Beneath that however was a far darker sort of intent, a craving she had to satisfy herself or rather Brian with really as the leagues of her teasing ways would hold no bounds. How many people would even dare speculate the lewd silk of her panties that barely clothed over her plump and bare mound? The way her bra only further enhanced the soft orbs to squeeze together and create the deep slit of her cleavage wanting to spill out, all beneath her work uniform she lay in waiting, the woman shifting from one foot to another before she glanced back to the clock. She had requested to leave just a little earlier than usual, not a problem from sweet little Emily really as even managers alike loved the woman who for all appearances was a simple, hardworking sweetie. As it was nearly ten minutes before four Emily was soon already out the door, the crisp white of her blouse soon uncovered by her apron that all but hide away her true outfit for the evening. Some people commented on the attire, though as always Emily had an ace up her sleeve as she quickly cooed about a party. There was going to be a party alright, the woman eagerly striding towards her own car before a pair of familiar eyes caught her attention. Blinking slowly a few moments the woman was somewhat startled to see Brian waiting, after all there was the small presence he would not appear; being a modest married man and all. Then again this still meant nothing as the slow stride over to his open window all but allowed Emily to swing her hips dangerously, showing off the fleshy cream of her firm thighs as she gave a small giggle before leaning herself over his window to peer inside to the man." I didn't think you'd come, "She started lightly, the sweet scent of her perfume flooding his senses no doubt having the girl much more near than she had ever been before. In a way she wanted him to speak, to say what was on his mind.did the pictures excite him? Or did they repulse him because of his morals and such? It was hard to say really as she leaned on her slim forearms, only managing to make the buttons of her blouse nearly tear open as she smiled sweetly. Resisting the urge to turn on the radio while he waited, Brian watched as the bright red LED’s on his Audi dashboard clock clicked over to 3:50. It was nearly time, surely. His breath rose raggedly in his chest as he observed the automatic doors of the grocery store shop façade open and close – a number of customers leaving with trolley’s full of goods. He wondered just how many of those customers had been served by Emily. Then, like a mirage of an oasis in the middle of the baking hot desert he saw her; she looked different. Rather, the clothes she wore were different. Gone was the apron front she wore behind the counter, and the dark navy trousers. In their place a short pleated skirt, loose and billowing in the slight gust of wind caused by the closing of the automatic doors. Brian watched, paralyzed, unable to move, his throat felt suddenly dry. This was it then. As she started to make her way to her vehicle she noticed him, and made her way towards his car, leaning against the open window frame, his line of vision directly in line with her bust. And what a gorgeous pair they were too. Full-bodied, creamy, seemingly velvet soft, he wanted to reach out for them almost immediately. The contrast between her skin tone and the dark lingerie beneath her thin sheer blouse was perfect. Eventually, he broke from the spell the young girl had seemingly cast upon him to look her more directly in the face.“I thought we needed to at least discuss this mix-up, Emily.” He spoke softly. “The photos?” he queried. “Were they really for my benefit?” shaking his head he cut into his own conversational monologue before she could answer.”Please the door is passenger door is open, we should at least go somewhere private to discuss. I think I know a quiet place up the highway. The forest…” He looked her squarely in the eye before adding.“I mean you no harm, I’ll return you back here just as soon as we’ve finished talking.” Brian had to stop himself from adding the words that were nearly arriving at his lips… Talking and many other things besides. He felt hard in his pants already, Emily had never looked so virginal to him, but right now, in that outfit, she appeared a vision of innocence mixed with a healthy dose of sin. For the briefest of moments Emily could feel her own heart race, not from the excitement but rather the small pang of fear that quickly widened the young woman's eyes as she bit down on her lower lip. Was he angry? Would he threaten her? It was hard to say within the short space of time she had been given once the question was directed to the seductive teen. Just as quickly however it seemed to grow more and more curious, a slender brow soon raising as a quick glance to the seat next to her was passed between the two adults as she offered a light tilt of her head." The forest?" She mused gently beneath her breath, after all that was a place where one or two things could very well happen-It was a secluded area in which to either fool around, or get killed.... Judging the man however she was somewhat surprised by the offer, even more so as she slowly made her way around the front of the car to let herself in as she gave a soft coo in response. For a moment she said nothing, but rather let her body do the verbal exchange as she let her soft hands trail across the creamy expanse of her firm thighs, the light movement giving just enough of a glimpse to the full curve of her hips that sank into her rear before she turned to Brian at long last." If you must know those photos were serious..." She mused quietly beneath her breath, the soft curl of her lip in a sickly sweet sort of smile as she let her eyes drift. For a brief moment she witnessed the man and his own true intentions, the soft purr teasing at her flesh as she let a wandering finger begin to trace across his forearm." Are you angry Brian?" Observing her walk around the front circumference of the car, Brian could hardly believe that the girl wasn’t hot tailing it out of there. A man she hardly knew in any great detail, that she had only ever seen in the grocery or photography stores briefly over a period of a few years. Brian weighed up whether it was an act of bravery or stupidity. But the same could be said about him… Opening the car door he watched her as she settled into her seat, smoothing her skirt downwards and giving him a delightful view of her creamy thigh as she did so. Brian bit his tongue from talking for a while, and instead turned the key in the ignition, placed the gear stick into reverse, and maneuvered the car out of the parking bay. It was as he thrust the stick towards drive that her arm traced his forearm, and she asked him if he was angry. He thought about it for a little while, then as he drove down the highway he occasionally glanced over to her as he responded.“Why would you think I was angry? Maybe because if my wife ever found out about those photos that my marriage would probably be over? Because it was a reckless thing for you to do? That maybe I was happy to keep it at just flirting, and now you had to go and do this, thus making me question why the hell I’m sat in this car with you now?” Brian’s rant was measured; he wasn’t hot-tempered, merely stating things matter-of-factly.“Why! I’m pretty much old enough to be your Father, and yet you gave me self-shot photos of your breasts and ass.” It was then that his rigid features crumbled into a smirk as he looked at her.“Why, if you were my daughter and I discovered you’d done what you’ve done, I’d be tempted to place you across my knee and spank your ass red-raw. But something deep down – I don’t know what, call it intuition - tells me you’d quite like that.” The monologue had continued for a little while now and Brian turned to smile at her, as he began to flick the indicator down to the left, the signal to pull off the highway and take the minor roads towards the forest. He sat silently now, just looking at her every so often with an amused look on his face, checking out her figure – what he could see of it – from the mirrors rather than directly stare. Christ, she was a vision of perfection! His muse!“You say that those photos were serious? Do you want to tell me why you did it? And what you had in mind when your message said to meet you? Did you expect me to cheat on my wife?” Of course, he would cheat on his wife, given the opportunity with the girl of his fantasies –sat right next to him now – all he needed to know was that she consented. They had arrived at the forest, Brian parking up at a visitors center, with paths that led further and deeper into the trees. It was quiet, partly due to the unpredictable autumn weather, and partly due to the time of day. Brian, unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted his ass down in the seat to get comfortable and await her reply. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand softly, like that of intimate lovers that had known each other for centuries.“We could stay here, or go for a little walk?” he smiled. “I’m sure I have a picnic blanket in the trunk.” Emily seemed almost amused as Brian began to rant towards her, how lewd and scandalous her actions were, how with one little slip up how easy it would be to see his marriage crumble all because of her thrill to push her game forward to a level she had yet to tread before. That despite it all she now sat in his car, the man willingly allowing himself to drive the pair of adults into an area that held no watchful eyes, his eyes ever so slightly glancing to her form every so often but enough to allow the fiery vixen to spot which made the seductive little smirk grow across her features." Well then I suppose that's the real question Brian..." Emily cooed gently, a soft purr easily heard within her voice as his name nearly dripped from her lips as she adjusted herself to allow the creamy expanse of her thighs to spread ever so subtly to flash him the ripe mound barely hidden beneath her dark panties. "Why are you here hmm?"she turned the questioning upon himself now, his admittance of their childish flirting burning the fiery passion even more within her being as she could hardly help but to allow her fingers to drift until they came to curl across his knee as she spoke. Of course his comparison to their age difference did cause a soft giggle to vibrate lowly within her throat, the slender digits lightly digging into his feature it sat upon as she flashed a teasing smile in return." You seem to know me well enough Brian...after all it's obvious to me what it is... I see the way you look at me..."she mused sweetly almost, as if taunting him further with the sweet aspect of being as innocent as a loving daughter to the man as she brought her own hand to lightly trace across her swollen hip as she spoke. Ah, an explanation...it caused the twisted smile to grow across Emily's delicate features as she leaned back in her seat somewhat, allowing the flimsy material of her skirt to rise up further as she gave a light stretch." You want to know why? I thought it was obvious to you Brian..." She playfully cooed yet again, the soft flutter of her eyes taking in the solitude of the forest stretched out before them as they pulled into the visitor's area as she bit down on her lower lip." You're bored Brian... I just wanted to help you...after all...you are my favorite customer...and I can't watch you continue like that...not when I know just how excited you got after seeing me like that...you have the photos don't you?" She trailed off, growing much more bold by the second as she softly purred against the curve of his hand caressing her delicate cheek. He had to have them...he had to have drooled over them no doubt, a handsome man like Brian deserved only the best really, something Emily was more than happy to show him as she let her lips gently graze across his fingertips as she spoke." I think a walk would be nice...the forest is nice and quiet at this time." She giggled sweetly, the soft trace of her fingers lightly trailing across his knee before swirling across his inner thigh, those gleaming eyes never once leaving his own as she smiled. "If you are after money... Well you should know I don't have much. It's all tied into equity and shares and the mortgage." He started as he opened the car door, and made his way towards the boot. He could have been serious he could have been joking the delivery was as dry and deadpan as his monologue earlier in the car. Emily had caressed his inner thigh, shown off the dark hue of her panties, and all while in the short drive with him. Alas, it was not as brazen as the photos but still it was worth considering. She didn't appear to be messing him around, much to his paranoid delusions otherwise. He opened the trunk removing a red, green and black check picnic blanket which was rolled into a tight tube. Placing this over his shoulder the way a lumberjack carried wood, he made his way to the passenger side door, opening it and offering his hand to help the young girl out." Of course, I still have the photos..." He tapped his jacket pocket which responded with an echo that could only reflect the fact that they were full of a paper based medium. He took her hand and hauled her from the passenger seat gently, locking the car door then returning his grip to hers, walking hand in hand down the path towards the deeper and thicker wooded area." You see..." he wasn't making eye contact with her any more merely walking onwards with a due purpose. He'd already made his decision by now. He'd test just how serious she thought she was. After all what did he really have to lose. A boring marriage? He revealed in the risk. "... When you've fantasized about burying your dick so deep in the check-out girls pussy and ass..." He spoke lewdly and loudly for no-one for miles around would hear while they walked at a stroll. "... When you've wanked a thousand times to the thought of a friendly, cute, gorgeous face receiving a load of your sticky seed..." He doubted he'd ever spoken this way before, so matter-of-factly, yet dirtily. "... Your photos became the acceptance I needed." he now stopped, as the path took a fork, one going back to the visitors center via an alternative route, the other leading towards an even thicker set of trees. Scott's-Pines growing ever so tall and bunched so tightly together. It would be easy to become lost, absent from view from anyone either on the path, or those that might be trying to find them (again much in Brian's paranoid delusion.) Brian could hardly wait to get her further into the woods, he was already feeling aroused just having her soft mitt within his hand. If anything did happen between them now, he hoped upon all hopes that he wouldn't be finished like a premature ejaculating schoolboy. He turned towards her as he spoke next." Well let's not beat around the bush here Emily. If you follow me from here, then I know that you are after the same thing as me. No strings. No commitments. Just a little fun between two consenting adults." Turning away from her, he stepped between the trees until he found a soft bit of flat ground surrounded by cover in which he laid the blanket out on nice and flat. A stone on each corner to stop the wind from displacing it. He turned around a few moments later and waited to see if she had followed. "Now Brian...do you really think I'm after money? I thought you knew me better than that..." Emily nearly scolded, the subtle wink nearly dripping from her delicate features as she lightly fanned her fingers across the swell of his pants, as if to further taunt the man in such close quarters. Of course his quick movement to exit did leave some doubt within her buzzing thoughts, if the man was trying to gather himself and his morals; or if he was much too eager, it was hard to say really. From his reactions the girl felt it could go in a million different ways, different situations and words could very well change the overall plan of action the man wanted to take.but was he actually wiling enough to break through his own paranoia to do so? Her answer was soon given as the crisp air filled around herself as her door was opened much like a gentleman for his lady, the kind hand given sealing their fates as she let her slim fingers curl around his own only to offer the sweetest of coos to spill from her lips." Good... I took those especially for you...after all... I thought you would be the only one to truly appreciate them..." She trailed off, her petite form shuffling beside his as they began to make their way deeper from any peering eyes, the thick overlay of the surrounding forest the only witnesses to the evident of lust that quaked their forms, that hung so deftly with each and every step it was almost impossible to ignore or have mistaken any longer. Emily could almost feel just how his deep carnal desires for her truly flowed by the grip to her small hand, the way it vibrated lightly with a buzz of erotic bliss in a way that made the young woman tremble in delight in his second hand ecstasy buzz he oozed from his form and words that soon surfaced. The very idea such naughty and lewd words that spilled from his mouth only lit the fire deep within her belly to yearn for his touch more, the fiery red head almost speechless by the way he scolded her in his determination now as she bit down on her lower lip to keep her shudders from visibly showing. Only when Brian gave the young girl an ultimatum did she ponder her very thoughts, the very need she held and how far she would go to make them come to life. It was a daring promise, one that in other lights would be a staggering beginning to an otherwise sinful act of a married man and his need for excitement. The fact he too now seemed more than willing all but sealed Emily's final thoughts as she was left at the fork, deft fingers quick to lightly tease across the strained buttons of her crisp blouse as she let the material finally split to reveal the heavy slice of her heavy breasts barely contained within the soft silk of her bra. The creamy flesh welcomed the cool air that soon made her form tremble, the taut flesh of her stomach now bared as the heavy orbs yearned for the man's touch as she slowly made her way to Brian like a willing sacrifice as she cooed. Unlike the pictures however she still held the soft innocence in her actions, the half parted way her blouse all but fanned out and billowed around her petite form with every step like a guided picture, the soft glimmer of lust painted within her shimmering eyes as she now stood before him with heaving breath." Brian... I want you to touch me..." She softly purred now, the quake of her bust his to freely caress now as the cards were now held in his hand as she gazed up to him." Let your fantasies...run wild." Emily's open blouse, short little schoolgirl skirt and lacy bra made her a maddeningly attractive figure as she stood by the fork in the road. As he prepared the blanket, for a final time as her blouse became undone, showing her gloriously flawless skin-tone - a creamy off-white like the froth from the top of a cappuccino - and the cleft of her breasts he thought that she was going to turn and return to his vehicle in disgust. But no as he waited facing her a couple of hundred meters away in the cover of the trees, in the little den he had made for them, he saw her take the first purposeful step and he gulped hard. This was going to happen. The object of his affection for so long - since before he could remember - was offering herself to him. Not only that, but as she got close to him and began to speak, eyes full of her own nervousness or excitement perhaps, she told him just how much she wanted this. For his fantasies to run wild, for him to touch her. Brain stood in paralysis for a second, could she possibly be as good as his sexual fantasies? Could anything beat the images and sensations created by your own brain in fake role-play? Now this close to her, he was sure it'd be even better. He raised a hand, slightly trembling as he brushed a stray hair from her porcelain face, before letting it linger, allowing his fingertips to stroke her neck, her clavicle, then finally onto the soft skin of her breast and downwards purposefully now. Leaning closer, the height difference between them now more apparent, he let his lips touch her forehead as he slid the strap of her bra from her shoulder with a fingers flick, causing her left mammary to fall from its material-captured embrace. Brian's left hand raised to her chin, pushing her head backwards so he could look deeply into her eyes as his lips approached hers." I've dreamt of this for so long..." he kissed her, tongue playfully exploring hers, as his digits explored the soft skin of her breast from underneath, passionately kneading at her skin, feeling the goose pimples on her epidermis, navigating across her areola, finding her hardening nipple a beacon against the plain of her chest."... That I've almost forgotten what I wanted to do first." He pulled back from her lips to view her breasts now partially uncovered for his view, as his hands slid under her blouse and darted across the small of her back, pulling up and down playfully at the waist of her skirt." Feel like a kid on Christmas morning." He giggled, smiling a beaming genuine smile now that he knew she was his. "Let me at my main toy..." he joked asking for assistance from her to unzip her skirt to be finally appraised of her panties, and what lay beneath. The young woman stood with ease before the man that had lusted after herself for so long, the man she yearned to feel touch her in every way possible, to let wild his devious cravings upon her as she gave a soft shudder beneath his bewildered gaze. He seemed almost unsure, as if he now held second thoughts to their encounter despite being so lewd and confident previously. This was only for a fraction however, as the soft trail of his fingertips burned across her slender features, trailing now with new purpose as he touched across every available inch of her half dressed torso for him to enjoy. The initial touch across the heavy weight of her barely contained breast was enough for a soft sigh to spill past her lips, the flutter of her jade eyes soon given as he kissed her tenderly across the forehead, as if she was a breakable idol within his fantasy world. The sheer weight of her breast easily fell as the strap was rolled over her small shoulder, giving way to the soft pink hue of her pert cherry stones that were now hardening in excitement before the man she so greatly desired. Everything about Brian was so tender and gentle, even as he kissed Emily she could feel the warmth of his palm cradling and testing the weight of her breast. The glide of her tongue burned against his own, the taste something she would savor as the soft coo of a moan vibrated along their muscles, the playful nip given across his lower lip as she stared up in wonder to the man." We have as long as you like..." She would tease softly, her form giving a soft arch as he lightly pulled at her skirt, showing off more of the pale expanse of her creamy thighs as she pushed forward only to grind against him just as teasingly. Of course when he asked of her for her skirt, Emily was more than happy to comply, the wry little smile curling at her plush lips as she let her fingers trail across her sides before cooing out softly." Why don't you take a seat.and I'll unwrap your present for you..." She purred now, waiting for the man to take a seat before she continued her efforts. The fabric of her blouse soon dropped with ease from her slender form, giving way to the creamy hourglass form he had witnessed in the Polaroid pictures she had given him. Turning herself she now glanced seductively over her shoulder, the fiery hue of her silky hair framing across her face and shoulder as she found the zipper to her skirt as she slowly drugs it down with painstaking idleness. Soon enough however it too soon fell to pool around her slim legs and bare feet, the firm rear he had dreamed and fantasised about coming into the picture as the stretch of her dark panties barely contained her womanly form before him. Turning back slowly Brian could finally appreciate the juicy mound that her panties now clung to, the way the plump lips ached just beneath only the sheer fabric she was wrapped in. Fanning a soft hand across her taut stomach, she flashed a daring smile taking a step forward to allow Brian an appraising look as she bit down lightly on her lower lip." Here it is.you can unwrap the rest for your surprise..." She teased. Despite the occasional cool breeze lapping through the trees, the lowering evening sun acted as a delicious counterpoint, warming the rug where the shadow of tree trunks and leaves was absent, mottling the rug in a zebra-like fashion. It seemed the perfect context with which to act as the silent voyeur, taking his position kneeling on the rug, his hands clasped in his lap watching her. Although previously he had taken his voyeurism from afar - in line at the grocery store, or watching her recommend products to customers when not on check-out duty - today and now this was aimed directly at him. She was his to view to enjoy gazing at her form, but this time he knew she was willing participant. Emily wanted this just as much as he did, and that made it all the more exquisite. Already his manhood was hardening in his trousers, a warm reminder of his animal instinct where he had been so tender with her so far. Her cherubic wry smile framed her facial features as she turned away from him, her hair brushing her shoulders Titian-issue, before she dropped her skirt idly. Despite her sensual femininity, Brian could make out the muscles of her calves, hamstrings and Achilles, toned and just as sexy as her inviting rump, covered in the dark material she wore. When she concluded by turning back to face him, her womanhood prominent against the fabric of her panties, he knew then that events were drawing onwards towards an inevitable conclusion. His smile as he canvassed her form was soft, his eyes slightly watery as they narrowed into the finite point of his interest as she spoke, teasing him, with her words but giving him all the permission he needed to take things further.“More beautiful than any photographer could do justice Emily…” he spoke hushed in slightly ragged breaths a walks forwards to where he was knelt, his arousal having an effect over his whole body now, his heart rate and his breath in his eagerness. Yet his maturity led his to be measured in his approach.“Come…” he beckoned her even further forward with an outstretched finger, within touching distance his hands found the back of her thigh above her knees and encouraged her to straddle his lap, his head at the perfect level with her midriff.”I’m glad you left this bit to me…” Brian’s hands slid up the back of her thigh and over her gluteus as his head nestled into against her midsection, kissing around her navel with delicate flutters of his lips, followed by more meaningful and determined nuzzles around her navel. He held her hips as he explored her skin, occasionally darting a glance upwards to lock eyes with hers before closing his own as he continued his reconnaissance of her flesh. A moan and a murmur of his own vibrating against her center. Finally, with inevitability, his thumbs hooked underneath the material of her panties at her waist Brian making a fist in his grip of the fabric. Simultaneously his lips slipped lower arriving on-top of the same material he would soon willfully remove, inhaling deeply her particular scent. Pulling the material outwards away from her waist, his teeth found purchase biting at the cloth as his nose made contact with her abdomen. From there, in a slow deliberate act in cohort with his grip at her waist, he slowly removed her panties with his mouth, remaining nudge up against her body as he did so. As his movements reached her mid-thigh Brian broke his grip with the material, leaving her to step out of her panties as he now appraised her at such short distance, mewling and moaning in appreciation of her.“Perfect.” The words left the arch of his lip, before his head once more descended against her body. This time there was cloth to form a barrier as he bought his mouth and tongue into contact with the junction of her body, at the moment his palms gripped her buttocks. The direction of travel for his lips was across her mound, then purposefully inward probing at the full lips of her womanhood, licking and tasting her body in a time frame only he was working to, slow and deliberate at one moment only to teasingly work at a quicker pace the next as he approached the nerve-center of her pleasure. There was a certain level of erotic bliss in the way a man savored a young and supple body before him the likes he was either not used to or had never truly tasted for himself. It was often such the case for a man on the web of marriage, having grown bored in the stale routine of normalcy that the flash of youth could bring forth the deep seduction that often lay dormant within them. So in turn it was a boasting arousal that was being fed the way Brian let his eyes travel over his prize, so in awe of the sight he hardly seemed unable to contain himself; but Emily knew better, Brian was a man with experience in the way she could never imagine, as he was bound to break her nubile flesh in with the respect and know how to do so. With each step Emily could feel his eyes tracing over every dip and curve of her slender form, how his eyes would subtly widen at the sight of how her dark panties clung so delicately to the full swell of her hips, that with every step allowed the sway of her seductive allure to wash over the man, the way the aching lips of her untouched garden pulsed in throbbing need to be felt. It was almost a wonder how Emily could even contain her own excitement as she finally approached the man, eager eyes staring down in labored haste as he brought his lips ever closer to take the first taste of her flesh. The initial touch across the back of her firm thigh sent a jolt of delight to race through the woman's form as she writhed softly, the man truly a wonder to behold as he began his tantalizing attack across the taut cream of her belly. "NHN... Brian..." Emily mewed quietly, almost startled at the way such a tender if not romantic gesture nearly brought her to her knees right then and there. Half lidded eyes could only stare back in panting awe, the man's bold actions only growing that much more as the hooking action of his fingers threading beneath her panties drew a gasping moan to spill from her lips. The seductive way he bit into the elastic of her underwear to sensually inch them lower and lower until the true prize he sought was revealed like a bursting dam that had holding back the floodwaters. The soft tremble of her slender fingers were quick to gently thread through his short hair, the pads of her fingers ghosting across the soft flesh of the back of his neck as she felt his warm breath begin to smother the bare mound. The lasting seconds were agonizing for the woman to endure, the soft bite to her lower lip growing more feverish until the very fate she had been waiting for came at her at full force. His worked hands easily cupped the sinfully delicious orbs of her firm rear, biting into the creamy flesh as he admired the taste of her fruits that had taunted him for so long. The plump lips of her tight mound shuddered against the sear of his tongue and lips, Emily giving a labored cry as she felt her toes curl and back arch all the same. The light scruff across his cheeks only added to the delicious friction across her most sensitive area, his tongue easily tearing the velvet petals as he was in much more demand for what truly show the young woman how much of a man he could truly be. Emily could feel herself writhing and twisting against his form with every growing second, his impending approach to the aching pleasure bead just at reach making the woman clutch in need across his strong shoulder if only to balance herself as she continued to let out her sweetened sounds. Every flick, every pass of his tongue only brought the sweet cream of her delight to tease at his taste buds, as every movement brought more of her juices to trickle out, the fiery vixen at his mercy truly whilst she trembled all over." B-Brian...hmm.m-make me scream..." She panted, wanting the man to fulfill his every fantasy he ever had deep down in his thoughts, his living fantasy bringing those dreams to life as she begged him so. Brian could feel the girl almost loosing her balance and her composure as his tongue set to work, at times delicately, other moments with a vigor that would almost certainly topple her with a climax. Her mound was fresh and bare, a rare treat for Brian, and while he was certain that he didn't want his own lust to deny her an orgasm, he wandered just how long she could stand to be on her feet. Without missing a stroke of his tongue over her womanhood, he encouraged her downwards to the snug rug that lay under her feet. Accomplishing this by rising slightly onto his haunches and delivering a slight pressure to her thighs causing her to bend at the knees - thereafter his hands sought for her breasts and gently pushed her backwards, hoping she would take the suggestion to lie flat. Now, without her having to consider her balancing issues Brian could edge the girl to the screaming place she had requested he sends her. Skillfully, his one hand began to unbutton his shirt as his left pried her thigh apart further, joining his tongue at the cleft of her body occasionally the digit threatening to steal inside her. As soon as his shirt was opening, billowing around his shoulders, positioned as he was prostate before her womanly-altar, his jealous thumb met with his comrade, pushing her thighs and her swollen lips apart to gain him uncompromising access. He set to his task now with purpose, no barriers in place for him not to send her soaring towards a plateau of pleasure. Her wetness running almost in rivulets he took the opportunity as he worked more frenetically now on her clitoral hood to tease the openings of her body with his digits. First, his thumb tapping almost unconsciously against her ass, never applying much pressure just the suggestion of what Brian might like to do on another occasion or maybe even later. Then, on feeling her hips buck slightly more encouragingly against his lower face, introducing two digits inside her pudenda arching upwards and simulating the action of his own genitalia, rhythmical thrusting in time with the bucking of her own hips and his now energetic tongue flicks. It did not take long from her for him to feel her climax crest and wane like the waves of the ocean against a seawall. Brian held her hips as she came, feeling the strength of what he had done to her in the force of her movements, hearing muffled cries of pleasure from between her thighs. Once over, Brian looked up from his position to smile at the girl. "That was pretty special Emily..." fingers stroking her belly, before he returned to his kneeling position throwing his billowing shirt off as his hands went to his belt undoing the buckle smoothly and then waiting, watching the color on her cheeks drain away from the pleasure she had just experienced. "My turn at all?" he joked coyly, his thumb working over the button of his pants and flicking it open.

Emily's Selfie (Bekah Boo and @nthony)|rating:4.0

Unexpected Consequences (ObscureObscenities & BlackRockShooter)

He’d never have though that taking Darren’s advise and planning a stop in Germany, rather than a simple layover, would have been worth the added effort and expense of it. Only Darren had been insistent with him, reminding him for the umpteenth time it seemed that he’d be passing through right in the middle of Oktoberfest, and it was something he wouldn’t want to miss if he had the opportunity to get in on where it was from. Like Mardi Gras in New Orleans, his co-worker had kept pressing on him, until Rogue had finally relented and made sure his itinerary included a stop, Munich specifically, so that he could get a couple of days on the ground and enjoy the German festivities. Part of Rogue’s hesitation had been centered squarely around the fact that he didn’t know a fucking lick of German, not even to save his life if he needed, but Darren wasn’t the only one to insist on how many people in Europe spoke English, even some insisting they were better at it than half the Americans that used it. They hadn’t been wrong, at least about the fact that taking the time to book out a stop in the country during its festive season wouldn’t be a mistake. Getting to use the final few days of his trip to Europe on himself, rather than the work meetings that he had been pressured into attending for international cooperation with other branches of their growing company, had been a great idea. The fact that he had spent the better part of the last two weeks hoping between countries, time zones, and languages he was barely familiar with let alone fluent in, had him tired of being on the clock, stuffed into business attire, and shaking dozens of hands and discussing projects, while someone tried their best to translate for him, and to him. He’d landed in Munich and quickly found that his English could get him through most things, at least at the international airport, and dealing with taxis and the like, plenty of bilingual people willing to deal with a tourist butchering the language and tipping well for their patience. He did that again, smiling, as the Taxi dropped him off a little way from the growing crowds of people gathered to indulge in an abundance of drinking, and food. “Thank you!” Rogue said making sure to pay his ride well before he straightened up, turning his gaze towards the crowds of people, which honestly looked mostly like tourists, which didn’t surprise him. Like New Orleans, he was sure Munich, and many other cities in Germany were flooded with tourists looking to binge into the country’s celebrations, whether they had any German heritage or not. Rogue couldn’t talk, considering he was just another one of those tourists doing just that, he wasn’t German, but what was that to stop him from enjoying himself alongside anyone else for the festival. Determined to not think about work, home, or anything else for the next couple of days, he joined a throng of people heading in the right direction. Even if his obvious lack of ability to speak German didn’t make him stick out in the crowds as he joined them, his height did that all on its own. Being several inches over six foot, he felt like he found himself looking down as almost everyone, nothing strange for him, but it did draw several sets of eyes as he joined in the festivities. With the height, his hair closely shaved on the sides and back, but left longer on the top, a dark brown, almost black shag, and brown eyes, he was easily spotted as the tourist he was, and while everything seemed to be going well, he didn’t get a few elbows here and there. With a good-natured grin, and an apologetic shrug whenever he couldn’t understand the language, he found himself welcomed despite his differences, an overall feeling in the festivities as everyone was drinking, or eating something, it of course didn’t take long for him to have a mug of beer in one hand, and a bratwurst in his other. He resisted the invites and urges settling down and put away more though, wanting to see more, before getting settled, or too drunk he waved again to the group he had inadvertently joined before striking off on his own once more, cutting through the crowd his height advantage helping massively. He’d finished the sausage and found a tray to set his empty beer mug on, before getting to the back of a line which he thought was to get a pretzel, stuffing his hands into his pockets. The gray business slacks, and black leather shoes probably didn’t fit with the crowd, much like he hardly did, but he’d packed clothes with business in mind, not necessarily the plans he’d made last minute to add a little fun to his trip. Fortunately, the white buttoned shirt which he wore with the sleeves rolled casually up past his elbows, and untucked, wasn’t earning him any odd looks, though he’d had to be a little extra careful not to have anyone spill on him thus far. Unfortunately, as he got through the line, he found himself at a vendor, which didn’t have the usual extra helpful bits of English on their menu, every single item on the menu was only in German, and he found himself blinking at it. “Shit… I uh.” He stammered as he looked over the menu again, then towards the slightly brash looking woman who was running the particular stall, probably thick enough to wrestle him, and having been working all day, didn’t seem to eager to go over things. “I don’t read German; can you tell me what’s good?” He tried, but it seemed to earn him a roll of the woman’s eyes. “Blower Tourist” He heard from behind him and felt a shove at his shoulder. “Mustache!” Rogue frowned as he half turned the shorted man behind him red in the face, looking like he was quite a bit more into his celebrations that others, and impatient too. “Hey, just give me a minute.” He said but didn’t move out of the way of the man, after all, he’d been waiting a good twenty minutes in line, just like everyone else had. “Damn.” He muttered turning back to the woman who very unhelpfully spoke. “Du halts die Line Utrecht.” Rogue rolled his eyes a fraction. “Think I speak it any better if I don’t read it?” He couldn’t help the irritation slipping into his voice, having been trying to be pleasant, getting spoken at unhelpfully didn’t exactly resolve his issue any. “Look just give me whatever the hell that is.” Pointing at Obama on the menu, feeling more annoyed as he caught sounds from be man behind him further, which he couldn’t understand, but the tone was enough to have his ire rising some. “Was is ausverkauft.” He sighed heavily, staring at the woman blandly. “And that means?” He said, with some more annoyance to his voice, but she huffed and the man behind him seemed to have enough. “Building!” And the man shoved at him, this time harder and more definitive, trying to push out of his place in line. “Hey what the fuck man!” Rogue twisted on the shove, turning around, doing not better at clearing the way of the line, and finding himself facing not only a single anger German but a couple, impatiently waiting for the stupid tourist to get out of the way. "ICH Bunche, ICR bade murder night sum Festival been." A motherly voice sounded through the speaker of Lynne's cell phone." Mutter, ES word us gut been. ICH gene MIT Founded. ICH gene night Allan." The blonde haired girl responded. Dressed in a black tank top and denim shorts with some sandals. It was a far cry from the stereotype of a German woman during the Oktoberfest festivities, but only fools expected stereotypes. A short bit more chatter with her mother the young woman hung up the phone, entering into the festival grounds. Large tents covered the massive field. Some covered areas where bands played, others covered food stalls and of course the drinks. A couple covered a large seating area and marketplace, and of course the ever necessary first aid tent. There was always someone seeking aid for some kind of mistake they'd made here. Festivities were well underway before Lynne arrived with a couple close friends, a tall blonde man by the name of Volker and Dresden, a somewhat shorter blonde man who had clearly forgotten to shave that morning judging by the scraggly facial hair. Not wanting to waste any more time she eagerly took off towards the tents shouting for her friends to follow. Thankfully they were there early enough that the lines weren't long just yet and so each of the three were toting around a mug in one hand and pretzels and bratwurst in the other. It was almost universal knowledge not to drink on an empty stomach, the fun would last much longer this way. While they were actually still sober the trio decided to do their shopping first, not that any of them intended to buy much. The Marketplace was filled with all sorts of knick-knacks aimed at the tourists, from overpriced commemorative steins to little wooden toys and the odd dark wood spoons. It wouldn't be Oktoberfest without a chance to dress up in more traditional clothes like the lederhosen most thought of when they thought of local clothing styles, and as such there were even a few stalls selling them, hats and of course hat pins to go with them. The group shared a few laughs at the idea of putting some on to mess with the tourists though finally settled at a table to feast on another round of brews and brats. The general merriment could easily last for hours though eventually they needed another round of food and drinks, this time Volker volunteering to go get it, so the others didn't have to deal with the growing lines at all the stands. Besides, Dresden needed to find a restroom and since they didn't want to lose their spot Lynne opted to stay behind and keep their table. Volker however was gone longer than she had ever expected. Dresden made it back with little incident and yet their other friend was still gone." Ich were each him seen." Lynne said before getting up and wandering in the direction he had gone. Surely he was just stuck in a long line, and yet she could easily imagine he had also gotten himself into trouble. After a fair bit of wandering she heard a bit of yelling, a familiar voice yelling "building!" Oh, what fresh hell had that man gotten into this time? Following the noise she quickly found her friend shoving a tourist near the front of the line." Was is hear Los? Warm branch Du so large?" Lynne called to her angry friend as she walked up." Dieser Tourist word night authored, die Change aufzuhalten. Bestell Dan verdammtes Essen UND GEH scion water!“ Volker responded, fighting the urge to shove Rogue again. Lynde looked at the annoyed woman running the stand and after a short mention of what he'd asked for being sold out she sighed. "GIB him twas on her Curry wurst, us such UND Noah 4 Becker." Lynne said to the woman behind the counter, effectively having ended the issue for the moment despite having not actually spoken to Rogue at all. She glanced at the man before beginning to speak to Volker again. Why in the world had this been such an issue? Why couldn't he order his own food? Whatever the reason the food was up in a flash, the woman behind the counter practically shoving Rogue's into his arms while Lynne and Volker clearly got theirs much more gently." Komm Miu Miu. Du first rich velveteen." She said, looking at the man. It was only when he gave her an odd look that it dawned on her that he likely spoke little if any of her language, the root of the problem. With a sigh she decided to look at things from a different angle. "Come with us. You're going to get yourself hurt wandering around and not able to communicate." Lynne said, gesturing for him to follow her and the still grumpy, but mostly pacified Volker back to their table." Wer is her?" Dresden said as they finally began to approach the table, almost instantly noticing the tall man Lynne had dragged along with them, mostly for his own safety." Tourist. English. Er Kane Kan Deutsche." She responded to her friend, setting down the food on the table while Volker did the same with their drinks." Why come here if you can't actually talk to anyone? I don't mean to sound rude but most at least learn some basics before trying to join us for the festivals. You're not exactly dressed like most tourists either. Where are you from?" Dresden questioned their new friend and much more rationally than Volker had back in line. "The name's Dresden. I see you're already met Lynne and Volker." He said motioning to each of his friends respectively. Rogue could feel the growing agitation from the pissed off German behind him, as well as the grumpy vendor in front of him, and knew he was either about to get into some kind of trouble, or conceded his spot after the long wait and just move out of line, when someone else came up upon them seemingly intending to cut the line. Getting ready to open his mouth with a protest, which who fucking new if anyone around him would actually understand, he stopped himself short when she directed herself towards the dude behind him. Great, now there was going to be some pissed off German wanting to show off for his girlfriend and start a worse pissing contest. He heard the chatter behind him, oblivious of course to what any of it meant, and getting a little ready for a bit of trouble from the guy. Anywhere there was this much alcohol, there was bound to be some kind of fights, but he imagined it wouldn’t go over well if that happened, shit, he should just slip off and let the line go at this point, shouldn’t he? He didn’t think security around the festival would take any more kindly to a tourist who didn’t know enough German to order some food, than the guy in line behind him had. Having decided to attempt a different food stall, or hell just get away from a situation that was probably going to turn shitty for him, Rogue started to turn away, when the woman who had joined mister shove behind him directed her attention instead to the vendor, exchanging in German again, and suddenly Rogue was being handed food, hell if he knew what, but the woman seemed done with him. “Uh.” He started as he finally moved to get out of the way of the line, glancing down at what had been shoved onto him. Well, it wasn’t a pretzel like he’d been looking for, but it was better than ending up without anything to eat, wasn’t it? He figured it must be and lifted his eyes forward to the blonde girl as she spoke directly at him, more German. Jesus, wasn’t it obvious by this point that he couldn’t speak the language? He shook his head a little, not offering a response, he didn’t want to land himself in any more hot water than he had just managed to avoid, or rather, she had helped him avoid. She seemed to understand that finally, and with a note of relief on his face, he understood her as she slipped into English. “Oh you speak English, well that’s a relief.” He admitted and while part of him got a bit ruffled at the suggestion he was going to end up hurt at the festival, he couldn’t argue that if he hadn’t been considering walking away from the line, he might have gotten himself in some trouble right there with her friend. Perhaps because he didn’t have anyone else there, at all, and was simply a solo tourist taking on Oktoberfest on his own, instead of shrugging off the curt invitation, he shrugged his shoulders and took up step behind her. He figured what the hell, she could at least speak the same language with him, it seemed, why not go with her like she suggested. She managed to cut through the crowd effectively, perhaps it was the shorter stature letting her slip around, or perhaps just knowing the people and the place better, he felt like he was doing his best to avoid knocking anyone’s food, drink, or hats off their heads with his elbows as he trailed her, giving a glance at the dude who’d been ready give him shit in line. Did he speak English too? Perhaps, maybe instead of being a dick he might have said something to Rogue? The dude hardly glanced at him, seemingly uninterested in making conversation, was he still pissed about the line? Maybe. It didn’t take them long though to reach the table that they’d claimed, fortunate considering the haul of food they carried and the chances for having someone else’s elbow knocking things over like he worried about his own. Giving a glance to the third person as the woman spoke to him and began setting things down at the table. Rather than hesitate, Rogue set his food down and sank onto one of the benches, though he tried to position himself so that his long legs weren’t going to be kicking anyone beneath the tabletop, before turning his attention to the newest one. “Spontaneity, mostly.” Rogue admitted with a bit of a shrug. “The Pacific Northwest, the States.” That was something he had been a little reluctant to admit in some places, Americans weren’t the most popular around he knew, and sometimes it was more trouble than it was worth to be honest. “Rogue, and well yeah, Volker there wanted to kick my ass for trying to figure out how to order lunch, thankfully Lynne is it? Came along and saved my bacon. Thanks, by the way.” He gave her a thankful smile and nodded down at his food. “Not exactly a pretzel, but better than empty-handed right? And hey, I can ask where the bathroom is, does that count?” He put a hand up through his hair and gave another shrug. “Look drop me in Eastern Europe, and I’d probably stand a chance at talking my way out of a situation, give or take a country or two, but this is my first time in Germany. I was convinced by friends back home, that It’d be a fantastic idea to take a couple of days layover here and enjoy Oktoberfest on my way home, since the timing was right.” It was a reasonable enough explanation in his opinion, and he tilted his head at Volker. “He always this serious about some sausage?” Referring to his impatience in line back at the stall, but in an attempted good-natured ribbing sort of way. Despite the attempt Volker seemed unamused at the ribbing and shot Rogue a glare, though didn’t seem quite as keen on jumping to getting physical like he had in line, perhaps not with his friend around. Shaking his head, he raised his hands in a surrender gesture. “Ok man, we’re good.” But he glanced across Dresden, and then towards Lynne, raising his eyebrows lightly, and mouthing a whoa before lowering his hands to grab at the paper carton with the curry wurst in it, he eyed it, lifting the whole thing to give it a bit of a sniff. “What was this called?” If anything had been established at this point it was that English would be the way to go when it came to talking to Rogue. Whether he realized just what he had gotten himself into or not was a whole different story. Still at this point they'd managed to get back to their table and Rogue would be safe from any failed attempts at getting pretzels. At least out of the three Dresden seemed to be the most understanding. Volker however, well he still seemed grumpy, but at least he was pacified with the food and beer." Oh no, he's drunk already." Lynne laughed. "We probably shouldn't have let him be the one to go get the food. Should've made him stay at the table and have me get the food." She laughed again before taking a big drink of her beer. "Niederlassen." She said, turning to the grumbling Volker. The man still didn't seem particularly happy but at the very least he wasn't ready to punch someone." What you have is called Curry wurst. If you wanted a pretzel you waited in the wrong line. Pretzels were a few stands over." She informed him. Dresden had a chuckle at that, though it didn't raise in volume as if he were making fun of Rogue, simply finding humor in the situation itself." So what exactly did you think you were getting into coming here besides drinking and food?" Dresden asked knowing that often times the foreign stereotypes did not live up to what really happened. "You didn't think everyone would be here in lederhosen and hats right?" He continued. Sure there were a fair number sporting such setups but in reality most were tourists who thought they'd fit in wearing such traditional outfits. Too bad it actually made them stick out even more than poor Rogue struggling with the language itself." Who cares what he thought coming here? Let's get some more beer and play some games! I want to see if I can win something even with the alcohol!" Lynne said just before finishing off her large glass and nearly slamming it down on the table. Outside the beer tents there was still the almost carnival like atmosphere. Over the years carnival games and rides had begun to pop up throughout the festival. If anything it had made the even more family friendly though there had always been non-alcoholic things for the little ones to enjoy." Who's coming with me?" Lynne finally said as she got up from her seat, surprisingly not even beginning to stumble despite the fact she'd just drank a glass almost the size of her head, and clearly it wasn't her first. The woman clearly had a fairly good alcohol tolerance though how long would it last if she kept going? Only time would tell. Volker trumped again, finishing off his drink before getting up to follow her. "You're coming with us or striking it out on your own? I promise Volker will lighten up once the alcohol starts doing its job." Dresden asked their new friend as clearly the rest of the group seemed to be abandoning their table for the games. That left Rogue with a choice to make, stick with the group and have some people to assist him with communication or return to his time on his own and hope not to run into another like Volker. The likelihood of that happening was sadly fairly high with this much alcohol around." Come on! What are you waiting for?" Lynne yelled from one of the game stands. It was a fairly standard game, shooting targets with a pellet gun and knocking them down. It wasn't a surprise that most were fairly rigged against the player, but half the fun was playing them. Who needed the little stuffed prizes anyway? Rogue gave an exaggerated sigh before shrugging his shoulders. “That’s what I get winging it.” He said, obviously not overly upset about the difference in food situations as he took a bite of the curry worst listening to the exchanges between the three friends. Obviously Dresden and Lynne were a little more chill, though Volker might honestly be as well when he wasn’t drunk, but Rogue couldn’t exactly evaluate that right now, though he did give the man the benefit of the doubt that he might not be as much of an ass with less drink in him. He liked the food well enough, it wasn’t a pretzel with some nice beer cheese, but it was flavorful and would help with the alcohol consumption that Rogue had been putting down. This was what, his third beer so far, and they weren’t small glasses either, but he was spacing them out for the moment, not exactly planning on getting shit-faced in a foreign country where he didn’t know the language. His eyebrow lifted at Dresden’s question then chuckled some as he shook his head, having not been nearly as stupid as thinking that would be the case here. “Mostly the food and drink honestly, though my friends insisted more people had a grasp of English, thus my willingness to stop. Can’t be too wrong, seeing as you three all speak it, maybe it was just bad luck at that vendor.” Despite his optimism he was well aware of how awkward a situation that he could have landed himself in with Volker, after all any authorities were going to side with the local and language speaking person, rather than the tourist who couldn’t string a set of words in German together right? Washing some of his curry wurst down with his beer he glanced to Lynne as she insisted on going to play some games, tipping back and down the remainder of her beer in pro like fashion before banging the glass down onto the table. That stirred a chuckle out of Rogue, but only because Dresden had asked what he had expected when it came to Oktoberfest, and well, Lynne was putting off a pretty good example of what some people would expect, wasn’t she. Still, it sounded a lot more fun than just milling about stuffing his face, there was only so much food and beer one could indulge in before room was limited, and one could wonder what they should do. “I guess I’m game.” Since they didn’t seem to mind having him, he wasn’t going to spurn the invitation and go back to wandering mostly alone. Like Lynne, he did take a moment to finish his beer, tilting it back, but didn’t feel the need to slam it to the table, setting it down easily and climbing up from the table. He did give Volker a side eye, hoping that they were right about his attitude and where it could end up if he kept drinking some, though in his experience those getting progressively more drunk, rarely became much more pleasant company. Rogue followed but at his own comfortably pace, he wasn’t hurrying to rush around the festival, though at Lynne goading he did quicken his step some to catch up to the group of friends. “Shall we make it a little fun? Whoever does best buys the next round?” It wasn’t like he expected to kick anyone’s ass, guns weren’t exactly his thing, but it was a lot more incentive to try than the little squish animals hanging on the peg wall. The smirk and the nod from Dresden, and perhaps the one form Volker made him blink, wondering if he had missed something, or had gotten himself into something he wasn’t quite expecting, what did they know that he didn’t? Taking up a spot next to Lynne, despite the dour way Volker looked at him when he had to take the spot next to him, instead of right up next to his friend, Rogue lifted the sport rifle. He knew enough about carnival games, to know not to bother using the sights, not really, they were all rigged to be off, what he did though was shoot at an empty space, aiming dead center down the barrel, and paid attention to where the shot went. It being a toy rifle, and little pellets, it wasn’t going to be accurate worth a shit, but having an idea of what way it sent the shot let him knock back four of the little men as he expended the rest of the 15 round clip towards targets. It wasn’t a lot, but it was better than missing everything entirely. “Got four.” The shrug he gave was easy, even if he lost it wasn’t a big deal, this was all about having some fun, wasn’t it? Dresden had a chuckle at his mention of expecting more English speakers. "I doubt your schools taught much of our history beyond what happened in the wars and mentioning the split of our nation then a footnote of the reunification. I wouldn't expect them to, but your friends overlooked the region you're in. Historically this was East Germany, under Russian control. While our country has been whole through our lifetimes our parents had an entirely different Germany. For older generations growing up here English was the enemy. They were taught Russian, our schools only recently changing to teach more languages." Dresden explained. At least it would explain why the gender didn't understand Rogue. There was a good chance they were from that older generation that was taught English meant enemies, further fueling the issue. Lynde hadn't really stuck around to add to the history lesson and had been much more focus on having fun. Why dampen the mood with learning when there were carnival games to play. Sure they all knew they were almost universally rigged against the player, but why not still enjoy some fun? Everyone seemed to be in agreement with that. Lynde let out a chuckle as Rogue wagered a little bet to make things more interesting. "I think we can take you up on your little wager." She said, picking up her rifle while Dresden and Volker did the same. The poor man had no idea what he was getting into challenging them to something involving shooting. Despite the alcohol filling their stomachs exact took up an actual proper shooting stance. Each one moved one foot in front of the other, knees slightly bent." Links, two, era, year!" Dresden called out. On links each one took the rifle in their left hand. On two they raised it to their shoulders. Era saw them adjust their grip and rest their finger on the trigger. Finally, on vie reach were taking aim. They did so with such timing and precision it was almost something to fear. Each one took their shot, Lynne and Volker missing their first one as they tested the actual aim on the guns. Dresden however had been lucky and hit the side of one of the targets, knocking it down. The fluid team motion stopped from there in favor of individual shooting. A couple of times it could be seen Volker aiming at a target only for one of his friends to steal it, him retaliating by stealing one of their targets. All in all they seemed to be having quite a bit of fun until ammo ran out for all participants. In the end the scores tallied up to show Volker with 6, Lynne and Dresden sitting at 7 each." Look like we get two more rounds of beer then!" Lynne spoke with a bright smile. "I bet I'd do even better on the range with a rifle that wasn't rigged." She said with a laugh." As your superior there is absolutely no way I'm letting you on the range with a real rifle when you've got alcohol in your system." Dresden said. "There's a reason why I got the promotion before either of you.""Oh, come on. Rainer is above you, and he'd let me do it!" She protested." You and I both know Rainer wouldn't even let you within a km of the range when you're drunk." He countered. All of this likely leaving Rogue confused." Come on! You know he'd just give me another pellet gun and tell me it's real. Now let's get some more to drink!" She argued back, already leading the way to yet another stand serving the golden beverage everyone seemed to want. Thankfully likes here weren't nearly as bad as they were when Rogue had been struggling to get his pretzel. That left him nearly 10 minutes to figure out what I'm the world they were arguing about before Lynne would return with four more mugs of cold beer. "Drink up fellas! We still have plenty more games to play and rides to enjoy!" She practically cheered as she raised her glass. "Post!" The other two friends raised their glasses, clinking them all together before finally taking a drink, most of them finishing at least half the glass in one big chug of drink. Ever so silent Volker even finally spoke up. "Ah was is a good one." He said shifting between the two languages. Was the man finally starting to warm up and settle down? It seemed so unlikely and yet here they were. "Come. Let's find another game." He said, this time being the one to lead the way instead of Lynne. It seemed that Rogue had gone and stuck his foot in his mouth. He watched the display of the three taking up their game rifles with an efficiency that was obviously not natural, and it made him close his eyes and shake his head a bit. Even before the pings started to sound as the figures went down, he knew he was screwed, the three of them obviously more than a little familiar with weapons, and working together. Sure enough, even he could count that each of the three of them, not just one, managed to put down more than the little figures than he had down, still nowhere near winning anything, but the game was rigged. Rather than be sour about it, it wasn’t like they had hustled him or anything, he’d made the wager himself, he pulled out some money and made sure Lynne had it, to pay for the drinks, before she wandered off, taking the loose of the wager without issue. “I’d guess that means you all worked together, at least? And something to do with guns if that was anything to go by.” He shook his head; he was going to have to watch his mouth if he didn’t want to be paying for a bunch of drinks tonight making stupid bets like that, wasn’t he? Taking the drink when Lynne returned with them, they’d been waiting around him Dresden and Volker. Lifting his own beer with them, he drank, but didn’t attempt to take it down near as much as they did, savoring the taste of the beer a little more, than putting it all away in a rush, he lowered his glass with it still closer to three quarters full and found himself agreeing with Volker, it was good. As Volker took the lead, Rogue let himself hang back a little rather than right on the men heels, he’d relaxed some, but Rogue wasn’t going to push it with that particular German, and it seemed Dresden was game for engaging with Volker more as they searched out another game. “So, what is it? Cop? Or military?” He found himself asking of the blonde woman, glancing to the side towards her, and down of course, she was quite short, but then even her two friends were shorter than him, but not nearly as much as she was. “If I had to guess, I’d say military, if Dresden’s your superior, and you are this chill with him. He’d be your boss, if you were a cop, and hell, nobody likes there boss that much, right?” He took another draw off his glass, tilting his head back some to swig more of it than the initial pull he had done before. She’d been the one to pull his ass out of trouble in that line, and had also been right up on inviting him to come over and hang out with her friends, which had been quite nice, nicer than Volker would have been he’d guess. “Thanks, by the way, for inviting me along with you three. Y’know you are kind of proving my co-workers point though right? Insisting that there wouldn’t be as much of a problem for someone who didn’t know the language. Perhaps they were lucky enough to run into some friendly local who took sympathy on them too. Though, if they had run into a pretty blonde German, I think I might have heard about it.” He titled his glass back, and this time finished the contents of it off. It seemed like Volker was gravitating towards a ring toss game, and Rogue glanced around looking for somewhere now that he could put the empty glass. Fortunately there were little stands for that too and he glanced over at Lynxes glass. “Want me to take that for you?” He offered and smirked. “Or maybe I should just let you hold onto it, so I don’t find my ass getting kicked in another of these games without any effort on your part, huh?” Besides a certain amount of depth perception, he doubted there was much in any of their backgrounds making them champion ring tossers, not like it wasn’t rigged either. They always sprayed down the tops of the bottles so they were really slick, making it next to impossible to get the rings to land on them enough to catch, that and at least a third of the bottles were bound to be too big at the spout for the ring to catch. Rather than walking right up to pay for and get a handful of rings to toss, he waited back a minute, wanting to see how Volker and Dresden faired at this game, before jumping in, he’d made the mistake going first in the last game. Perhaps it had been more fair to warn him what he had been getting into with the game, but alas, where was the fun in that? The game being as rigged as it was help even the playing field a bit even if they did still have an experience advantage. Perhaps a more fair for everyone game was in order for the next one." I don't think I'd enjoy being a police officer. Too much paperwork and dealing with the public. They'd probably just stick me on traffic duty to deal with people breaking the speed limit." She said, clearly not that big of a fan of the police. "We're all part of the Underwear, our version of the army. Dresden technically does outrank Volker and me, but only because he's part of the medical corps. You don't piss off your medic you know?" Lynne explained as they wandered a bit more, taking drinks of her beer here and there. Lynne had to look up in order to actually make any eye contact with Rogue yet in a way it was almost cute." You are right though. There's a reason we didn't invite the higher ups. Who wants to hang out with you boss?" She laughed before taking another drink. What he said though did catch her attention. "To be fair I didn't say they were wrong. They should have cautioned you a bit more, but they weren't wrong. You did still almost get punched by Volker." Lynne chuckled at that before continuing. "Maybe they found a group of friends to join up with too... or found that pretty blond and got punched by one of those friends." She smirked at that. At a festival with so much alcohol that was the more likely scenario. Still she couldn't help but notice what he'd called her. Pretty. That wasn't something she heard in earnest often. Usually if she heard it there was something else with it and usually it the accompanying word was short or some cheese pickup line. Before she could dwell on it much longer Volker seemed to have picked out his game, the ring toss. That one should be pretty fair for everyone. At the very least the game was universally rigged and no amount of weapons training was going to give any of them a leg up on the others. As Rogue offered to take her glass Lynne took one large drink, downing the glass until it was empty and handing it to him." Now where's the fairness if I toss with my hands full?" She countered as if they hadn't just neglected to tell him about their weapons training at the last game. Still she allowed him to take it while Volker and Dresden went first at the game. It was just as most the games were, rigged against the players. The rings easily fit in the palm of their hands while the bottles looked more like a milk jug. Could a ring fit on one of the jugs? Technically yes, but the likelihood of actually getting it there? Well Lynne would rather go buy a lottery ticket and hope to win there. Still in the name of fun the group had decided to play with the knowledge it was incredibly unlikely they'd ever win any of the toys on the wall, as if any of them actually wanted any of the cheap stuffed animals. Volker and Dresden took their rings in hand, two very different strategies in place. Dresden, very clearly being an analytical one was studying the field of bottles, looking for the thinnest tops. Volker on the other hand was far more gunshot in his approach, tossing for nearby bottles for the chance for them to skip across the tops and potentially slide onto one of the further back bottles. Neither approach did much to help as both only managed to land a couple rings each, still a far cry from the prize limit. Next up it was Lynne and Rogue's turn. Lynde took her rings and took a sort of hybrid approach of her friend's strategies. She aimed for the front ones, tossing hers like a Frisbee but tried to find it down rows where there were a larger number of thinner necked bottles. Her strategy left her with only one catch to her name and the title of this game's loser. Her turn to buy the beer." Alright I lose. You guys figure out what you want to play next, and I'll get the drinks." She said, wandering off to another stand to refill on beer. By this point they'd already had a good bit, and it was starting to show. She returned with the drinks shortly after and began to pass them out. Once again Volker was quick to take a drink." How about this for the next one?" Dresden asked, pointing toward the classic ball in the bucket game. Another terribly rigged game with practically a small trampoline bouncing balls back out. It only took one ball to win which in theory made it sound easy, but only meant it was even more challenging. "Since we only need one to win how about the winner here buys the next round instead of the loser?" He said in an attempt to make things a bit more fair. There was far more likely to be a tie for loser here than winner after all. Once everyone was in agreement they stepped up, this time Dresden going first. He tried to toss the balls lightly though each time they easily bounced back out leaving him a loser with not a single point. Lynne went next trying a similar approach with underhand throws and once again got nothing. Finally, Volker stepped up after finishing yet another beer. The man has started to laugh as alcohol filled his blood and made him far more overconfident than he should be. With 3 balls in hand Volker started his throw. The first one easily missed the bin in general, not a good sign considering one could stand right in front of them. Mildly annoyed he tossed his second one a bit too strong, making it in the bin bug bouncing right back out. Now he was even more annoyed. In his anger instead of throwing softly he put quite a bit of force into his throw. The ball did exactly what one would predict, hit the back trampoline and fly right back out, the force sending the ball right back at the thrower. With his reaction time slowed Volker couldn't even attempt to move in time, getting a face full of a large tennis ball and stumbling backward. Being the medic he was Dresden stepped over to his friend and started to take a look at the drunken man. "Someone's going to have a black eye. Come on bud, you've had plenty to drink. Let's go sit you down." Dresden said, dragging his friend to his feet. "I'm going to go sit him down and get him some water. We'll catch up to you guys later." He said before helping his friend hobble off toward the tents for some shade and seating. “Just evening the playing field.” Rogue answered with a grin as he took care of the glasses and returned to stand with the others while each took their turn with the ring toss game. It was one that was a lot more random luck, and knowing how to get things in place, than it was any sort of developed skill. Rogue didn’t do either of the other’s methods, instead tossing his rings up, one at a time, trying to keep the ring level in the toss, so that it would come down against the mouths and hopefully snag onto one. It worked ok, catching more than a couple, but definitely not making enough snags to get the prize, just enough to put him ahead of Volker and Lynne who lost with the least number of rings catching onto anything. “At least I haven’t landed myself into buying again.” Playing this way was a lot less frustrating, because trying to win the games by the games rules was an effort against the impossible on some of them, least even if they were all losing the actual games, their game amongst themselves could still have a winner, and loser, making it interesting. He took his drink from Lynne as she returned, this was more drinking than he typically did, though at least he’d eaten enough thus far so that he wasn’t floating in it even as he tipped back another draft of his beer. Wiping his mouth lightly he nodded at Dresden’s suggestion and following the let himself ease to the back of the little line they made, giving the others time to play the game first and working a little further of his beer as he watched. “Close.” He said to Lynne as she lost, the little balls escaping the buckets, he wondered what the trick to the game was, perhaps getting it to round the rim, so it didn’t bounce into the bucket at all? Whatever it was, it wasn’t what Volker was trying to do, the dude was damn near trying to spike the balls into the bucket it looked like. “Ease up.” He said, but not loudly, not wanting to piss Volker off all over again, but it didn’t seem to help too much, perhaps annoying him even more because with his final throw he just pelted the damn ball forward. Rogue winced as the ball came right out and smacked Volker in the face. “Pooh.” There was a bit of sympathy to his tone, but it wasn’t really deep, Volker had done it to himself after all. “Damn.” While Dresden rushed over to help out with Volker, Rogue didn’t think he had any business getting in on that and stood off, though he didn’t head up to take a turn at the game either, he nodded at Dresden as he explained. “Thanks for the company, and the help.” Rogue got out, mostly because he wasn’t entirely sure he’d end up running back into the pair of them, and Dresden had been pretty pleasant right? Glancing towards Lynne, who got left standing with him while Dresden carted Volker off. “Well, unless you want to go sit in with grumpy, we could still do some things?” He suggested casually, it had seemed what Dresden meant, not wanting to stop their fun even with Volker making an idiot of himself. “Do you want to take a break from the games and try any of the rides?” He had seen a few, their lights and the sounds of shouts reaching across the game area easily enough. “That is, if you haven't drank so much for that to be a bad idea….” She’d been putting the beers away with everyone else, and well, when physics were in question, at her size, she was going to be running up against blood alcohol levels sooner than he was. “Then again…is the rides here ever a good idea?” Suddenly considering what condition those rides might end up in, with the sheer amount of drinking going on at the festival, and then the people getting swung about and riding twisting roller coasters. Perhaps going on rides might not be the best idea after all, the few deeps he was in himself wasn’t enough to impair him dramatically, but he could certainly feel the warmth of a buzz, it was good beer. “You’re the local, you tell me what we should do.” He finally prompted, pushing off the decision on to her more out of favoring her expertise on the situation, rather than having a strict preference for what to get to. There were more games, in fact he thought he had seen a dart throwing game, that would be one he could get back at least her for the shooting game earlier and the way they’d had such an edge on it compared to him. “I do want a pretzel though, eventually.” He added with a light grin as he focused on her once again, she was cute, and so far that day seemed to have a pretty decent attitude, at least she’d decided to be nice to the stupid American who had bumbled his way in without half a clue what he was getting into. Lynne winced as her friend took the ball right back to the face. Sure it was only a tennis ball, but even those hurt if thrown hard enough, and he had most certainly put as much force into his throw as possible. "I hope you didn't break your nose doing that." She said with a bit of sympathy in her voice though not enough to say she actually felt bad for him. If anything it sounded like she was essentially saying he had done this to himself, which was absolutely true." Try not to hurt yourself any more today alright?" She said to Volker before allowing Dresden to try to lead him off. Volker seemed to be giving him a sort of worried look about leaving her alone with Rogue though she silently reassured him with a smile. She wasn't some damsel in distress who couldn't take care of herself. They both knew if Rogue tried something funny she could likely break his arm or if she decided to scream someone would likely come to a pretty girl's rescue, again, not like she truly needed that assistance. The two men walked away to get Volker the care he needed which left Lynne alone with Rogue. "Well you haven't gotten a chance to pick a game yet right? Let's try one more game than we'll get some pretzels. After that if we're still standing we can try some rides... Maybe something that's not designed to make someone throw up though." She suggested. Games were becoming more interesting as they drank more though it was already clear that they should steer clear of things like roller coasters. The effects of the alcohol was already beginning to show and given her size it was safe to say if Volker was already drunk enough to injure himself Lynne likely wasn't far behind. One did have to give her credit for already holding up as well as she had been. This time she let Rogue take the lead in closing a game, starting to stumble a bit behind him. "So what is it you do for work? I'm surprised they sent you so far from home." Lynne asked while he searched out his desired game. They passed quite a few from picking colorful rubber ducks out of a slow moving river to winning little goldfish by landing a ping pong ball in a small fishbowl. Another with basketball ball hoops just big enough for the balls and the classic rope ladder climb that looked deceptively easy. Finally, they came across another classic, throwing darts at the under inflated balloons. Lynne was fairly sure the darts had even been dulled to further cheat the players but without proof what could one do?" Oh? So you want to challenge me to some darts?" She asked as Rogue seemed to settle on it. She chuckled a bit, seeming confident in her abilities. "Ok you're on!" Lynne said, taking his challenge." Frauen guest!" The man behind the counter called out handing five darts to Lynne. It wasn't too hard to figure out what exactly he'd said though she still translated for him. "Ladies first." Lynne clarified before trying to throw her darts. The first one grazed a balloon and had it been sharp would have easily pierced it rather than sticking into the wall. The second one did manage to pop a balloon though the third bounded right off. The fourth she missed completely and hit between two of them. Finally, with her last dart Lynne angled for an arch and managed to pop another one as the dart came down from above for a grand total of two balloons, no prize for her." Beat that!" She said confidently as she stepped back to give Rogue his turn. The man behind the counter pulled her darts from the wall then passed him another set of five. The rules stated he had to get four to win a prize though between him and a Lynne he only needed two to tie with her, three to win against her. It was hardly about the winning though, they were enjoying the time together. Poor Volker and Dresden seemed to have already been forgotten. “Software sales, I know, I don’t look like a power nerd or something, but I can manage to pitch a sale if I need to.” He’d been making his way through a few different companies they had been trying to convince to buy into their software, developed for point of management systems, of various use. It was a broadening market in Eastern Europe, as many systems in those countries were out of date, and could use upgrades. Walking alongside of her as they passed games that were not nearly as interesting, he wondered if anyone found they could enjoy them knowing just how rigged all of them could be… Except he wasn’t lacking in having fun, the beer helped significantly though, wasting the time and money on these things without having put away the few beers they had gotten through, wouldn’t have been near as entertaining as it was presently. Also, some decent company helped for sure, and Lynne filled the role like a pocket ace. “Aye, darts!” He smirked at her cockiness, it was perhaps a little reminiscent of how he had felt pitching forth the little wager at the rifle games, and he nodded at her as she explained what the man running the game said. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Crossing his arms over his chest he did take a step back, even if the points on the darts were dulled like they tended to be as such games, getting jabbed with one either bouncing back, or slipping from Lynxes hands, didn’t sound fun. The fact that they were drinking and playing with even dull darts might be a bit stupid, but it was certainly fun. As she made her throws, he grinned a little wider, as he suspected, and imagined she did, the darts were crap. She should have definitely gotten more than the two she did, one more had clearly grazed one of the balloons, which were also under inflated to make them more elastic and less punctures prone. He gave her a bit of a clap, lifting an eyebrow at her smug challenge to beat that. “I intend too!” He said, accepting the darts from the game manager and moving to the line put in the ground where they were supposed to throw from. Rather than immediately sending a dart sailing though, he held four in one hand and balanced the first in his dominant hand, giving it a couple tosses up and down in his palm, judging at its weight. Even kind of drunk like he was, he’d been drinking most of his drinks slower than the other three had been, he still looked like he at least knew what he was doing with the darts, or so it looked like. He lifted it up to look at the needle tip, noticing it was also bent a little, giving the chances of hitting something right on properly an even worse chance. Finally, with a grumpy look from the manager he gestured lightly. “Ok, ok, here we go.” He brought the dart up in a pinch and then sent the first in a decent arc, it sailed up and then down, coming over the top of the balloons right enough to pass through one popping it, and then plunge right into a second lower down, popping it as well. With the first dart, he brought it up to a draw with Lynne shooting her a smirk. “Got a dart board in the break room at work, a drink or two and some darts is pretty much our lunch hour.” He toted and comfortably landed a second, and a third dart, popping a balloon with each of them. He had two darts left and had already qualified for one of the prizes at this game, at last that night. The fourth dart he sailed over to the board missed by a hair, it’d of certainly popped if not dull, but it still landed in the board with a solid thunk. Half tempted to get cocky with his last dart of the five, he pondered turning and tossing it over his shoulder, but then hesitated and grinned. “Come through my last one for me, see if it gets lucky.” He held up the hand with the dart in it waggling it at her till she would come over, he placed it in her hand, but didn’t step off the line to give her space, this time he set a hand at the small of her back and put the other on her dart hand. “They’re lighter than they should be, want to bounce or go short, give it a little more height and let it fall into the balloon.” She clearly knew how to arc it, he’d seen that, but perhaps with a little advice, and a hand…. “Woo!” The last dart took another balloon, tossed by the pair of them, and German running it seemed to roll his eyes a little, but then gestured at the wall of pushes. “Well since you are getting the next round, then you deserve a price too, huh?” He had already let his hand fall off her back, released like his hand against hers holding the dart, he wasn’t being presumptuous, just friendly. “How about the rabbit?” There was a large white rabbit, with one erect ear, and the other floppy down, kind of winking. She could tell the man running the booth was close to telling him to simply throw the darts and get out already when Rogue stopped his mini inspection of the darts. In the man's eyes he was holding things up, expecting the tourists to simply throw the darts, loose and move on. He had other people whose money he needed to take after all. Just like Lynne he had no idea just how talented Rogue would prove to be with darts. Sure he'd be giving away a prize, but perhaps he could use that to trick others into playing the rigged game. While she heard the smug acceptance of her challenge Lynne didn't put two and two together just yet. He sounded similar to when he lost against them with the rifles and if history were to repeat itself she'd be getting another beer after this. Well either way she'd be getting another beer but who was paying for it might change. They'd each bought a round at this point so in a way this was a tiebreaker. She had no idea history was indeed going to repeat itself but with a slight twist. His first throw nearly sealed the deal on who would be winning. Lynne watched as the dart popped an upper balloon then fell down into a lower one to pop it too. "No fair!" She protested though in all technicality he had not broken any rules at all. He'd just pulled the same move she tried at the end of her throws and actually succeeded, tying up their score with just the first throw. Despite her protests the game manager did not stop the game." Wait so you play darts almost every day?" She asked in astonishment. It was only just now hitting her that this was just like her and her friends not telling him about their rifle experience. She watched helplessly as he broke the tie and two more balloons. The game manager was already looking a bit grumpy given he'd be forced to give up a prize now, but there wasn't anything that could be done. Rogue was playing by the rules even when they were rigged against him. Finally down to the last dart Rogue called Lynne over. "You want me to throw the last one?" She questioned, hesitating to step over at first. Finally, with a bit of coaxing Lynne finally came over and took the dart though she would be surprised Rogue didn't step aside to let her throw it safely, instead he got closer. "Are you sure about this?" Another question came, but it appeared he was indeed sure about what was happening. With his assistance Lynne threw the dart in an arc, putting a bit more power behind it than she normally would have. The dart sailed over several of the balloons and fell into one of the upper ones once more, a loud pop following. All the darts had been thrown and Rogue had not only won a cheap prize, but he had won one of the larger ones. Most were lucky to walk away with a stuffed toy the size of their hand, but he had won the right to pick a bigger one, one someone could actually snuggle up with. Rogue seemed drawn to the rabbit and in truth it was one of the cuter toys up on the wall." Well then I think it's decided. Her Has is ES!" She cheered, the man running the stand pulling it down with a large hook. "You know he seems kind of fitting for the day. Almost winking at us like he knows something everyone else doesn't about a game." Lynne said, looking over at Rogue with a light smirk of her own. Holding the rabbit close to her body she started leading him away from the booth, the man running it already trying to use Rogue's win to draw more in. "Winner She linen seen learn Press fur Ire Freudian, Sir! Her Mann the Ruben hat ES attach GEPAN!" Hearing it made Lynne blush a little. There was absolutely nothing between them. Surely even drunk those people could see it right? With the abundance of games around it wasn't hard to also find more food stands and with that the ever elusive pretzels Rogue had been wanting. "I suppose I should keep up my end of the deal. You did win me a prize after all. That's not easy to do." Lynne joked as they got in line. The line itself was long though seemed to be moving quickly. There was something to be said for German efficiency even when alcohol got involved. As the line moved ever closer he'd be able to smell and even see the fresh pretzels as they were being pulled out of surprisingly portable ovens and doused in salt. When they finally made it to the front she put in their order, two pretzels, one salty and one with cinnamon sugar as well as two more giant mugs of beer. It was already a wonder how she'd kept up this far though now the bigger question was how much longer could Lynne reasonably last? Passing off his pretzel and mug to Rogue and stepping out of line to go enjoy themselves she took a large swig of her drink as per the usual at this point. "Let's find somewhere to sit and eat. Maybe after we can go on one of the rides?" Lynne suggested before trying to take a step and stumbling. While she didn't fall one thing was apparent, the alcohol was starting to take its toll. Still Lynne was laughing and enjoying herself though she was likely too drunk for any of the rides that dared to leave the ground. Perhaps a merry-go-round or the teacups would be safer with someone who can barely stand up? Either way she clung to her rabbit like there was no tomorrow. Rogue was glad he had decided to have her step over and assist with the last throw, he would have been able to make it almost undoubtedly, but she certainly seemed pleased when she managed to toss the dart that won them an upgrade from the small stuffed toys, to one of the better quality prizes on the board. Nodding his assurance in the choice of the animals available, and grinning pleased with himself when the operator handed the bunny over to Lynne he turned with her, he's starting away. Of course, Rogue could hear the man calling behind them, but definitely didn’t have any clue of what the man was saying. “Sure does, he knows how many idiots normally keep tossing over and over without any chance of getting one. Glad we managed to get something tonight to show for it all.” He glanced back wondering passively what the man was saying as it attracted the attention of some of the other revelers, but glanced back towards Lynne, catching the slight pink on her cheeks, was the guy giving them shit for winning at his game? No she didn’t look bothered, despite the flush to her cheeks, so he rolled his shoulders, leaving off asking about it as he walked alongside her. “Aye! That first throw set me up for it.” He shared a grin with her as the settled into yet another of the many lines that made up the area, though the smells of foods drifted enough that Rogue didn’t need to look for signs to know that they’d ended up in one for something to eat. That was good, with all the drinking they had been doing, something less alcoholic would probably be good to their stomachs, he didn’t usually drink as much as he already had that day, and he could certainly feel the effects of it. These German beers were stronger than what he was used too also, and bigger, if he was eyeing the size of the glasses right that they’d worked through. “Aha! You’ve found me some pretzels!” He spoke up, clearly pleased as he realized what sort of line that she had gotten them into, watching from it as the food was prepared and served up with some efficiency. A line like this he was more than likely the only thing that would cause it to slow down, so he appreciated when she stepped forward and spoke to the vendor, ordering for the pair of them. He quickly accepted one of the pretzels and his beer, so that she would still have room to hold her prize. “Dance!” Of course, he knew how to say thank you in the native language, he wasn’t a complete idiot, even if it was stretching what he did know of the local dialect. Unlike her this time, when he brought the glass up, he took a more reserved sip of the beer, knowing he was getting along a bit far in that regard. “Definitely somewhere to sit. Rides…. We’ll have to see won’t we?” He grinned as he noticed her stumble, not quite close enough to spill her drink, but he did reach out with his pretzel hand trying to put his arm out to help steady her and keep her from going down or something. As she caught herself and steadied, he laughed. “Walking is going to be enough of a ride soon isn’t it?” He smirked, glad that he hadn’t yet gotten to the point of stumbling, even if everything did feel very warm, and a lot of the noisy din of the festival was an indistinct hum in the background of his buzz. Keeping an eye out now, he pointed as he noticed a bench not presently occupied, it didn’t accompany a table, as it was in the middle of the area still more for rides and games, but that was probably why it was empty rather than filled to the brim with drinking German’s already. “There we go.” He said, and gave her a nudge in the direction of the bench, walking alongside her to it and tossing himself down onto the gratefully. “Ahhh, see, this was a fantastic idea! Even if I can’t communicate myself, it’s been a great day.” Considering he’d avoided a fight with her friend, and now ended up having some fun and drinks with a cute chick, he wouldn’t complain about sure. “Cheers.” He said sticking his glass out to her to clink, then pulling it back to take a hearty swig of it, now that he was sitting. It went down next to him careful not to spill it on the bench, before he picked a piece of his pretzel apart. She’d gotten him the salty once, which sounded amazing after all the beer, and he took a hearty bite of the hot bread. “MMM! Hell, should have come just for this.” He said with a flash of a grin, then picked off another piece of the salted pretzel, holding it out to her. “Wanna share? That looks good too.” He said, referring to the sugared pretzel in her hand, though his eyes perhaps did not follow the nod, instead glancing over her. That certainly did look good, didn’t it? It wasn’t a comment he voiced aloud, but his eyes might be caught lingering a bit long on her before lifting to her face instead, he did manage a guilty kind of smirk. “Sorry, a bit drunk.” He admitted, not usually one to be caught quite so blatantly eyeing someone he hardly knew. She couldn't stop herself from giggling at his attempt at her language. Did he have the right word? Yes. Did he pronounce it right? Also yes, but hearing him say it with his American accent rather than the German accent she was used to hearing seemed to make it all the more running in her mind. Alcohol was good at making things that weren't actually funny much Moreno and this was a grand example of it. This time Lynne followed Rogue as he found them a place to sit down and enjoy their treats without falling over or getting bumped. She sat down next to him, rabbit in her lap while her beer found a place on the seat next to her. "Careful now! If I hadn't come saved you it would have been a bad day!" She laughed loudly. Raising her glass to his she called out a happy "Post!" before taking just as deep a drink as he did. This time things here much more messy as she ended up with a good bit dripping onto her tank top. Thank goodness she hadn't worn white or other things might be far more visible." A bit drunk? I think you've had a lot already." She teased him as he admitted to being drunk, as if she hadn't already had quite a lot for someone her size. Setting her drink down Lynne tore a piece of her pretzel off and popped it in her mouth, savoring the sweetness before hearing his question. "Sure. Open wide!" She grinned, tearing off a piece for him and trying to feed it to him rather than just giving it to him. "I love the sugary ones. They're so sweet!" She said excitedly. Opening her mouth for a bite she let him do the same to her, letting a broad smile form across her face as she got a mouth full of the salty taste. "MMM I have to admit that one is good too. We might need more pretzels." She laughed. Lynde didn't hesitate to share the pretzels bite for bite at this point, slowly working their way through. "So do you have family waiting for you back home." She asked, curious about his life. Deep down she knew they'd most likely never meet again, but at the same time why not try to be nice and get to know someone? "I've got my own apartment near here. My parents live in another part of town and my brother has a roommate not too far either. We still get together for family dinners every so often. Mutter really didn't want me coming here at all." She admitted. It was only fair to tell him about her life if she was asking about his after all. While he told her his own story of his life she tried to keep focused, her own mind starting to wander slowly. In the fog of the alcohol she found her thoughts drifting to the sheer size difference between them. He was so much taller than her, and it oddly made her feel almost safe. He wasn't a bad looking man by any stretch of the imagination though one could argue that the alcohol coursing through her veins was not helping with any logical thinking, not in the slightest. She found herself zoning out on what he was saying, nodding sometimes as if she were listening, which she was not. The soft red glow of her cheeks slowly started to reappear as she realized she'd zoned out during most of the conversation though rather than apologizing Lynne grabbed her drink and finished it off instead." Come on! Let's find a fun ride!" She suddenly yelled out, hopping up and grabbing his hand with one hand, the other clutching the rabbit to her chest as she pulled him off the bench. The sudden moment easily made her stumble forward, nearly falling on her face had Rogue not been giving her enough of a pull backwards to right her balance between her forward momentum and his backward momentum." Come on! We can get another pretzel afterward!" She yelled back to him. She knew he was probably going to protest the rides on the grounds that clearly walking was already a big enough challenge for her. There were still quite a few to pick from, from rollercoasters to spinning tea cups to even some meant for kids. Not taking no for an answer she drugs him towards the tea cups to enjoy some spinning without getting lifted off the ground. Besides, they all got strapped in pretty well right? That's what she thought at least. By some miracle, or perhaps curse, the man in charge of letting people on and sending away those far too inebriated to ride let the two pass, helping them get buckled into their seats as much as they really needed to. Rogue was surprised when she invited him to open up, but accepted the sweet pretzel that way anyway, grinning and chewing, it was perfect, and it made a nice contrast to the salty one he’d been working on himself. When she opened her mouth, he followed suit and handed over a piece of his pretzel to her nodding his agreement when she said that she liked it as well. “They are perfect.” Better than any pretzel he’d gotten in the states that was for sure, though he found himself focused less on it the good food, and more on the good company as they shared, and he started to go over about herself some. Hearing that she had family nearby wasn’t a surprise, she was local after all, though he wasn’t shocked either by the fact that her mother seemed to have not wanted her to come to the festival. “Too many drunk tourists, huh?” He questioned with a knowing look, considering he was exactly that and couldn’t possibly be excluded from the comment in any way at all. “Not close by, my folks live on the East Coast, doing their own thing.” He described casually giving a shrug of his shoulders. “No siblings, few relatives, not much by way of family.” He didn’t have any problems with his family really, they just had drifted apart, holiday phone calls, or the occasional Christmas together, sometimes birthday celebrations if he was traveling out their way or something. “Living out west, it’s a pain in the ass to get back to see them on the East coast, unless I'm traveling through for work or something, but I usually don’t end up in layovers anywhere near them.” He didn’t need to make excuses why he didn’t see his parents, they just did their own thing, and he did his own thing, preferring to work, and associate with his friends more than to bother them in their retirement. He went on a little more, talking about the West Coast some, but he'd caught some of the blush showing in her cheeks, and wondered if he’d said something unusual until she hopped up unexpectedly, suddenly demanding they go grab one of the rides they’d discussed before. This had already sounded like a bad idea then, but now, after more drinking, Rogue wasn’t sure. “I Don’t kn-“ He’d of continued, but she was hauling him up from the bench, his glass left behind, mostly empty, and the wrapper from the pretzel tugged under it so it wouldn’t blow away and become litter. He felt her hand grip a little tighter as she seemed a hint unsteady, but corrected well enough with him as a counterbalance, soon tugging him right along after her with a firm insistence. “Will they even let us on rides like this?” He questioned, knowing he had to be showing some of the signs he was drunk, he wasn’t a slurring mess, but her tugging on him threatened to unsteady his already unsteady gait some. Still, he finally laughed and resigned went along with her, her hand gripping around his feeling nice, soft, to his buzzing and warm brain. “Only if neither of us get sick.” He added to the promise of another pretzel, he didn’t know what she was aiming for ride wise, but he wasn’t entirely trusting that this was a good idea, even as he went along with it. As he sat down heavily in the teacup, and was buckled in by an efficient German he knew that this was not a good idea. “Spinning? Really?” He asked her, not getting up to try to flee the ride, but really debating if this was the beer convincing her to do something quite so stupid or not. Right at the moment, he didn’t feel nauseous at all, but after some twirling, who the hell knew what would happen. And he really, really, didn’t want to end up sick in front of Lynne, definitely not the best look to have, and it’d be a sour end to a fantastic time they had been having, wouldn’t it? “Shit.” He said and reached out and grabbed her hand, not afraid, but knowing having something more steady in hand might help keep his mind off the whirling and twirling. Despite it being a teacup, it wasn’t the watered down children's ride, it started them off slow, but the motion gradually increased until they were spinning around at a less than comfortable speed while bobbing up and down. “Oh hell!” He managed, but then laughed despite himself, closing his eyes to try to keep himself from getting more dizzy, but finding that not being able to see, did not help ease any of the spinning in his head, or the ride. “Better hold onto that damn bunny!” He managed as he opened his eyes again glancing at her, she seemed to be having a ball of it, laughing, her hair whirling around her head as they spun at speed round and round on the teacups. They definitely shouldn’t have been on the ride in their state, and while it risked disaster, it didn’t actually go that far. The ride beginning to slow again, before Rogue could end up sick, but he definitely knew at this point he was done slamming down those German beers, the world was spinning enough without any more alcohol, at least for a while. “Holy shit, are you crazy?” He managed as he pushed himself up, unbuckled and free of the teacup, he had to catch the side of the cup to keep himself from tilting too much and falling to one side, steadying himself and taking a deep breath. She was soon to follow, and while he gave her space away from the teacup to get out, she took just a step or two before it was more than obvious she was going down. Rogue stepped back in quickly taking up the space she was about to tumble into, and caught her in against him. “Whoa! Hold on.” He said, arms folding around her to keep her upright, though his own feet weren’t exactly the most solid, he managed to keep both of them on their feet rather than on the ground. “No more rides.” He said with a short laugh, and keeping his arm around her to help provide some balance, for the both of them, he leads her away from the tea cups, once again looking for a place to sit, and wean off the spins still in his head. “Hell, might be getting closer to time to find my hotel again….” There was some reluctance to his voice there, he was having fun, but knew he shouldn’t drink more, and rides were definitely out. Though it was a shame, she felt right nice pressed against his side, their height difference putting her barely to the middle of his chest it seemed. Lynne had easily gotten her way when it came to the rides. They were buckled in despite logic saying they should never be allowed to ride in their current state. The ride operators let them on and buckled in before starting it up. There was a light smile on her face as he took her hand, but there was no chance to say a thing about it as the ride started up. It was slow at first, but before either of them could say anything the speed began to ramp up. She squealed in delight as the speed got faster, tossing them around in their little cup. Her hair whipped around her head, at some points covering her eyes, in some points whipping her face. With each reversal of their spinning they were thrown together. Lynne did her best to hold on to both Rogue and the rabbit, amazingly not losing her grip on the plush toy despite the speeds. Her laughter could be heard over the wind. The ride slowly came to a stop after a few minutes, slightly shorter than the standard run for these rides, but likely a wise thing given they were dealing with people who'd been indulging in the drinks. They were lucky in that their cup had stopped on ground level rather than being one of the ones still elevated this were able to get out right away. "Come on that was fun!" She called out in response to him. Of course as she attempted to walk Lynne began to stumble and pitch forward, nearly falling all over herself. It was fortunate for her Rogue stepped in front of her letting her crash into his chest while his arms wrapped around her to keep her up despite them both being unsteady. She took a second to steady herself, holding onto him before looking up at him. "The...thank you." She stuttered with another light blush before pulling back and starting to stumble with him back to the nearest bench." Already? It's starting to get dark but... that's the perfect time for the Ferris wheel. Maybe just one rides?" Lynne asked, pouting lightly. Sure he'd said no more rides but did the Ferris wheel even count? It was such a calm ride and as long as they stayed seated it would be safe. It likely didn't help that the Ferris wheel was one of the most romantic rides at any festival besides maybe the tunnel of love, though many festivals lacked that one. It took a few minutes of thought to get Rogue to agree but once he had, she was bouncing back up on her feet once more. "Come on! Let's go before the line gets too long!" She called to him, trying to dance her way around the people but stumbling instead. Thankfully she didn't end up falling over though a few times she'd gotten close. The line was still fairly long, mostly full of couples trying to cash on the romantic atmosphere of being stuck at the top of the wheel in the moonlight. It would take a few rotations before they could be seated in one of the cars, a lap bar pulled down over their laps to hold them into their seats. At least it was loose enough that there was a little wiggle room to move closer or further from each other. As the last car was loaded the ride was set to begin, slowly lifting them up into the air. The mechanics were moving smoothly to keep them rising without any jolting or dropping. Overall it was a comfortable ride." I'm really glad I ran into you today." She admitted, scooting a little closer to Rogue as their cart raised slowly on the track. "Even if Volker wasn't exactly friendly I'm still having a wonderful time here with you." Lynne told him, leaning her head against his arm and looking up at him with a cute little smile. The plush rabbit still sat in her lap, ever present and always being held tightly by Lynne. "I wish you didn't have to go back. It's been too much fun here." She sighed a bit. They both knew this wasn't going to be a long term thing. He was only here for a few days at best and after that they would return to their lives with just the memories of what had happened here, memories and a plush bunny of course. The likelihood they would ever meet again was slim to none. There was a world between them, their own lives to keep them busy. When would they ever have the opportunity to travel to each other's part of the world again? Likely never. Lynne pulled out her phone and opened the front facing camera. "Picture? For memory's sake? Maybe some proof for the guys back home?" She asked as she angled the camera to take a selfie of the two of them and the bunny. Perhaps Rogue shouldn’t have agreed to another ride, but he figured it was the Ferris wheel, if it didn’t end up rocking like crazy in the wind or something, there was nothing that should be a problem with it right? That and the way Lynne asked him, pouting at him a little like she was, he couldn’t very well just tell her no, not when it was something as simple as another, mostly stable, ride to go on. “Ok, ok, just the Ferris wheel though.” He made sure his point on that matter was made even as she jumped right back up from the seat he had found them, finding her feet again with an eagerness and began tugging him in the direction of the large wheel in the distance. While she was small and darting and winding around people were easy, he wasn’t, and found himself bumping into people, offering apologies, but mostly chuckling. Fortunately nobody seemed to want to start the same kind of shit Volker had, seeing two young people running through the crowd, probably drunk, seemed to just bemuse them a little bit. Before long of course they found themselves in another line, god he was getting tired of lines, but knew better than to expect anything else. “Looks like it’s moving pretty well.” He said, looking over the heads in front of them with some ease at his height before focusing down on her again clutching that bunny he’d won off the game. She seemed to really like it, which made him smile, he was glad she did, this day was all because of her really, her kindness in spotting him and helping him, rather than being a jerk like Volker had started to be. Glad that the line was moving good, it seemed they’d gotten into it at the right time in the rotations as they were adding people on, they’d usually get at least a rotation or two before they started letting people back off and filling the seats again. As they got settled into the little cab he put an arm back across the backrests, stretched out comfortably, but not angling his arm to lay against her at all, space he wanted, not necessarily playing at getting fresh with her. “You think you are? I definitely am, if you weren’t here Volker, or someone like him, might have just had enough of my ass.” Still, how she seemed to be thankful for running into him, felt warm and nice, as did the way she seemed to scoot in a little closer against him, he could feel her thigh pressing against his, and her shoulder against his ribs as she eased herself that distance closer. While he hadn’t planned on anything with his arm, with her scooting close like she did, it almost felt natural to slip it off the backrest against her shoulders, wrapping it around her, rather than just resting up behind her. “Think it’d be hard to stick around, bumbling tourist at the Oktoberfest is one thing, bumbling American any other time gets even more annoying right?” Sure it might have been nice to get to stay longer, get to know her a little bit better, she seemed like a lot of fun, but he hadn’t planned that much of a stay, and his job, and home was all back on the other side of the ocean. That just wasn’t in the cards, and while it was a bit of a wet towel, he gave her a bit of a squeeze. “Still a good time though.” He said, although he would be going and unlikely to have the chance to see her again. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He leaned in closer and smiled for the camera, making sure they got a good couple pictures of the pair of them together, even if it did make it all the more apparent that the night, and his time there was waning, unfortunately. “Safe to say I can at least get your number? I’d like a copy of those.” They were on the rise of the great wheel when it slowed and stopped, their cab rocking in its fitting some as it became apparent they were off loading some and beginning that process. It meant they were lifted high up into the night air, with the bright moon shining on them. “This is nice…I'm glad you insisted on it.” He said, giving her shoulders a warm squeeze with his arm around her, keeping her cuddled up against him like she’d managed herself into. She felt good there, better than she should being nearly a stranger, but between the alcohol and the afternoon they’d had together, he couldn’t find himself making a good excuse for why she shouldn’t feel so nice right up next to him like this. “My flight, isn’t until the day after tomorrow.” He noted lightly, he hadn’t exactly been planning much for the next day, expecting he might have something of a hangover if he really hit the Oktoberfest the way it was meant to be, but now things were different. Why waste the entire day just sleeping a hangover off in his hotel room on his own, when he’d met someone fun to hang out with? “You stuck babysitting grumpy Volker somewhere? Or is that safely Dresden’s job, and you are in the free and clear for the day?” He’d been looking out across the lit city, but with his question he turned his attention in and onto her, looking down to her face, even sitting he had inches on her in height. Damn, she was beautiful. The higher they rose, the colder it seemed to get. Lynne had to admit she hadn't been prepared for the chill of the night air considering she was still in a tank top and shorts. Rogue however was warm, and it was all the more reason to cuddle up with him. After making sure he wouldn't get hit with some outrageous international fees for having her send those pictures to him, they exchanged numbers. They both knew the likelihood of ever actually contacting each other again was low but it is a way it felt nice to know she could. Time zones would make that a bit more difficult, but the option was there should they ever need it. With his arm around her things feet so much warmer than they had before, and she was fairly sure it wasn't just the alcohol. They were stopped fairly high up while others disembarked the ride and others joined the ride. "It's really beautiful up here you know? I wish we could stay here all night." She spoke softly. The practicality of that would be ridiculous, but one could dream. In the meantime she leaned her head against his shoulder and just let herself smile as they gazed out upon the city." Volker's an adult. He can deal with his hangover on his own." She laughed slightly as he asked her about having to babysit her friend. The ride jolted back to life slowly spinning once more to bring them back down to disembark. "Maybe if you don't have any plans we could get some breakfast? I could show you around the city a little bit. A private tour from a local?" Lynne suggested. With the city having so many tourists this time of year there were plenty of tourist aimed tours to give them the "authentic German experience", but what could be more authentic than actually spending the day with a local instead? The ride slowly lowered back into the loading platform and the operator assisted them in getting out. It was looking like the time to part for the night was coming even if neither of them truly wanted it. As they got away from the line so not to hold anyone else up Lynne began to pat her pockets, looking for her keys. She'd been smart and not driven knowing she'd be drinking today, but she did still need them to get into her apartment."Oh, no... My keys. I can't find my house keys..." She said, a wave of dread washing over her. Finding them in a place like this would be next to impossible and getting new copies of them would be a pain at best. That all wasn't even factoring in where she'd sleep tonight if she couldn't get into her apartment. Sure her family and friends would open their doors to her, but it was embarrassing to even ask. They were probably all getting ready to sleep, and she was still out trying to figure out what she was going to do for the night when Rogue spoke up with an offer to let her crash with him." Are you sure you'd be comfortable letting me stay with you? I just need somewhere to stay tonight, and I can get my spares tomorrow after I get the landlord to let me back in." She said, sounding a bit hopeful. In her mind Lynne was already thinking of sleeping on a couch in his hotel room or even making up a bed on the floor with a spare pillow and blanket. Just having a roof over her head was enough for her while she tried to get some rest. The matter was quickly settled. She'd spend the night in his hotel room and get her spare keys in the morning. In all likelihood she'd probably lost her keys when they were on the teacups or at one of the booths getting food. Someday she might get them back, but it wouldn't be tonight. Hailing a taxi was a tad bit more difficult when one was drunk. There were plenty around knowing they could pick up a good number of fares just taking drunk tourists back to their hotels, but they also seemed to weigh how drunk the people were as a risk of them throwing up in their cars. Finally, they'd have some luck and the pair would climb into the back seat together. Rogue of course would have to give the address to the driver given Lynne didn't actually know where he was staying. For the entire drive she stayed cuddled up to his side. Something about this man felt safe, felt secure. She enjoyed his company even if all the alcohol was impairing her judgement. Lynne didn't want to see him go back to the States, but eventually he'd have to. At least they still had that night and the next day together. With the tentative plans for breakfast, and a tour around the city, which sounded amazing, they left the Ferris wheel and began to make way back towards a sensible exit of the festival, wisely staying away from anything more to drink, even if the food did smell amazing, he felt it was a good time to call it quits on the Oktoberfest and get back to the hotel. Upon getting closer to the taxi areas, and parking lots, he certainly hadn’t driven, and was glad to find out she hadn’t either, maybe they could split a cab anyway, and he could ride along with her, if she was cool with it, to her place before back to the hotel. Then she noticed she’d seemed to have lost her keys. “No, really? Oh, damn that sucks.” He said looking back at the festival, still in swing despite the time, plenty of people quite willing to drink late into the days, chances of finding the keys were pretty much nil, and even if someone had found them and taken them to a security office, they’d likely be held till the next day regardless of what she could prove, or not, about whether they were hers. Of course, it didn’t take him even a moment to think of it before he was offering to her to stay in the hotel with him, he wasn’t about to leave her looking for keys or bugging people otherwise already sleeping, not when it was so much easier to just invite her back to the hotel. “Of course it’s not a problem, really.” Perhaps a hint to trusting, or maybe just a little drunk, he wasn’t worried about the limited belongings he had with him, his passport and most of his money were in the hotel safe after all, he’d not been stupid enough to bring them where he was getting drunk. Carrying around minimal cash, and his hotel key and phone, he didn’t feel concerned about the invitation at all. “Let's go.” He said, flagging for a cab again, the first couple having already snagged other people, they eventually got one though, and he settled into it with her, sighing comfortably as he gave the driver the name of the hotel. Fortunately Lynne was along on this one, the driver seemed to know less English than the last one he’d ridden in, and he smiled as she leaned in against him, pressed to his side readily and comfortably, he didn’t push her away, instead curling his arm around her once again, rather liking the press of her against him. “Does this make us even though? Since you saved my ass earlier with Volker, and now I’ve kept you having to go finding a place to stay.” He grinned lightheartedly and gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, clearly not really keeping a score, but it felt good to be able to do something for her since she really had made the day so much better for him. It didn’t take long for the taxi to reach the hotel he had picked, he’d chosen one closer to the Festival in case he needed to walk one way or another, but far enough away it wouldn’t keep him up all night if it was loud throughout the whole night. Making sure to leave enough money for a decent tip with the driver he ushered Lynne out of the cab and waved at it as it pulled away before moving for the doors. It was a decent hotel, door man at the door seeing people in or helping if customers needed it, the lobby well lit though mostly empty because of the hour, and honestly many of the patrons were also enjoying the festivities, or already tucked in to sleep off their fun. They didn’t earn more than a passing nod from the front desk, it was surprisingly the same guy that had been there when Rogue checked in, and they didn’t have any hassle with heading for the elevator up to the floor he was on. “Top floor.” He said as they got into the elevator, reaching over to thumb the button before putting his back to the wall, wisely with how the elevator lurched tugging at his stomach, still sloshing with beer, he groaned a little. “Definitely glad we didn’t try any more rides, huh?” He said smirking towards Lynne, while he looked at the reflection of them in the mirrored side of the elevator. Nobody would have guessed they’d met just hours before, how comfortably they looked hanging onto each other. When the doors opened he loosened his arm from around her shoulder, only so he could work the hotel key card out of his pocket, though he did reach over and grab her free hand, that bunny clutched in her other, tugging her down the hall to his room. With a click and a beep, the key card opened the door which he pushed wide. It was a comfortable little suite room, with a large glass wall looking out to the city on one side, curtains left open to enjoy it. Obviously, he’d only gotten a single bedroom, a queen closer to the wall, but there was a sitting room with a small couch, a chair and a TV, as well as the usual kitchenette little set up for hotel rooms, if one didn’t want to wander down to eat from the restaurant or bar below. “Go make yourself comfortable.” He suggested as he pushed the door shut, clicking on the dimmed lights only, they were enough to see by without being glaring. “There should be something to drink in the minifridge, don’t worry about the cost of the minibar if you want something, rooms on the company dime.” He gave her a wink, and let her hand go, drifting towards the door that would obviously be the restroom, they’d been drinking half the evening, that came with a consequence he’d been ignoring. Short minutes later he was pushing the door back open. “So I was thinking, you don’t need to take the couch, use the bed. Don’t know if I could sleep through the guilt of you curled up on the couch with me in that bed.” He commented as he exited, having been mulling it over and feeling like it wasn’t right to ask her to sleep on that, or even the floor. It was one night, not a big deal right, he could crash on the couch, though, with his height he’d stick off both ends of it, probably. The taxi driver might not have a good grasp on the English language, but with Lynne there they would have no trouble getting back to the hotel. Feeling his arm around her, she leaned against him more, looking up at his face. "I suppose it does. We can be even now." She said, a little giggle slipping from her lips. Neither of them were actually keeping score though it was nice to at least try to call them even. There would never be anything hanging over either of them even if they did keep score. With a bit of help Lynne stumbled out of the taxi and towards the door to the hotel. With the doorman holding it open she had an easier time getting in rather than accidentally walking right into the door. She nodded to the doorman as a thank you and continued with Rogue through the lobby. While clearly they only needed to go to the elevators it was nice to have the staff acknowledging them as they walked through. As they waited for the elevator Lynne did lean against Rogue to help hold herself up though neither of them seemed to mind. Just being so close to each other felt quite nice." Ooooh I bet the view from up there is amazing." She said in response to his mention of the top floor. The elevator lurched into motion, and they were on the move once more. She leaned against him and the back wall of the elevator as it moved, giggling lightly at his question about the rides. "What? Don't think you could handle any more rides?" She asked him teasingly. Truthfully neither of them really could and had they tried likely would have been turned away by the operators in their current state as the alcohol was truly beginning to show its effects. Thankfully as the elevator came to a stop neither of them toppled over. At first Lynne didn't move, as if she had forgotten what she was doing in the first place. It was as Rogue tugged her forward that her mind seemed to catch up and follow him down the hallway. The hall itself looked never ending, the pattern of the carpet, walls and even doors appearing to extend on to infinity. Her intoxicated mind was having a hard time comprehending it, though thankfully Rogue was there to help her and lead her to the correct room. As they entered the room she looked around at it. The place looked nice and while she was curious of the view Lynne stayed glued to Rogue's side until he released her hand. Suddenly her hand felt cold and empty, a feeling she wasn't particularly a fan of. She looked up to see him enter the bathroom so while he took care of business there she decided to investigate the view, stepping close to the window, one hand on the glass in a partial effort to steady herself as she looked out at the city. "So many pretty lights..." She whispered to herself. Lynne wasn't used to seeing the city from a height such as this. Sure she lived in an apartment building though it didn't have a view anywhere this nice. It easily rivaled the view they had in the Ferris wheel. When Rogue stepped back into the room Lynne was still captivated by the view, only realizing he'd returned when he spoke. Blinking lightly she glanced at the bed then back at him. Even drunk she could tell it would be like shoving a square peg in a round hole. Rogue would never comfortably fit on that couch. "But it's too small for you. I could fit there fine. Besides, you've already been nice enough to share your room with me." She said, finally stepping away from the window. Lynde stepped away from the window and towards Rogue. "You should take the bed. It would be better for your back." She tried to argue. Another step forward and as she got within arm's reach she stumbled again, falling into Rogue. With neither of them all that steady the pair toppled over onto the bed, thankfully for a soft landing. Lynne blinked as she looked down at Rogue, having landed on top of him. The two now face to face her mind was both racing and blank at the same time, thinking so fast the thoughts were blank and a tangled mess." I... Uh.... I..." She stuttered, blushing that deep Rosa blush once more. Part of her brain screamed at her to move, to get off him and apologize and just take the couch, the other part was yelling at her to kiss him. Breathing deeply she couldn't pull herself back, giving in to the drunken, more primal part of her brain Lynne leaned down, attempting to kiss Rogue gently, albeit sloppily. Framed by the window, with the lights outside of it, Rogue couldn’t help but think the prettiest thing about that view right now, was the woman standing in front of it looking out. When she came back with a very reasonable argument about him not using the couch, it was a small one, he shrugged his shoulders rather than immediately folding to the counter suggestion, his sensibilities might be stupid, but they didn’t like the idea of making her sleep on the little couch, even if she fit better than he ever would on the small piece of furniture. “It’s just one night, as much as I’ve drank tonight, I could probably sleep on the armchair over there.” That most certainly would leave him sore as hell in the morning by comparison to the couch, though he didn’t imagine the couch would be quite so bad as she made it out to seem, even with his head up on the arm, and his legs sticking well off the end of the other arm of the couch. He was getting prepared to argue the matter further, perhaps a little stubborn or just drunkenly fixed on being nice to the girl who had been quite fantastically nice to him all afternoon as she came closer over to him. Opening his mouth to protest again that the couch would be fine for him, and it would be better for her to take the bed, he didn’t get the words out, as she stumbled directly into him, this time his balance just wasn’t up to keeping them upright at the unexpected tumble. Fortunately for both of them, him especially, he had moved in between her and the bed while talking with her and down he went to the plush hotel bed, sinking into it a little, with Lynne’s slight weight pressed over top of him as she landed safely on him. He chuckled as he got over the surprise, though the flush that took over Lynne’s face made him want to assure her that it wasn’t a problem, just an accident, nobody was hurt, no big deal. He didn’t get the chance, she didn’t roll off him like he half expected her too, instead she sank lower suddenly and pressed her lips to his. It was perhaps a little messy, when wasn’t it when it was to people kissing for the first time? They couldn’t possibly know each other, or the right sort of moves to make it a more elegant affair, and they were both drunk. For about a heartbeat Rogue laid there receiving the kiss his eyes wide at the unexpected development, before a switch managed to flip in his inebriated brain and he responded. Eyes closing he pressed back into those lips, equally unaccustomed to Lynne’s mouth on his own, as nice as it was feeling at that moment, the drunkenness both helped dismiss the awkwardness, as much as it made their attempts all the more messy and inelegant. That didn’t matter though, who gave a fuck if they looked like two drunk people snogging, it was exactly what they were. His arms rose as if pulled by strings he wasn’t entirely controlling, and he put his palms against the small of her back, suddenly not simply laying beneath her, but now quite against the expected plans, holding her in against him. She felt small, slight, beneath his hands and against his body, but soft with a strength beneath that softness. More, the impulsive lizard brain that had taken over in his head simply wanted more of this, of how good her lips felt, of soft she felt beneath his hands and against his chest. Barely thinking of anything but how attractive she was, and how good it felt having her lips against his own, one of his hands rose pressing further against her spine, and up along between her shoulder blades, encouraging her press against him more. All the while his other hand went the opposite, perhaps more bold direction, easing down from the small of her back, and smoothed over the waist band of her shorts, soon to be curving his hand against the sweet swell of her ass. Over the shorts, but he still was grabbing her, brain quite fixed on increasing the over all press of her into and against his body through both hands. Meanwhile, his lips parted, wanting to taste those lips all the more, to explore the softness of them, and wetness of her mouth with his own. This was perhaps a horrible idea, they were strangers, he was in a foreign country, the red flags that should have been signaling stop in his head went completely ignored, blind to them entirely as he groaned appreciatively against her mouth. If his hands, and eager mouth weren’t enough of an indication of how he was well enthused with the development, with her pressed to him as she was, she was undeniably going to start to feel something between them, if his hand on her ass encouraging her to press closed didn’t fail to do its job, she’d start to notice just how into it, he was getting. Her mind was both overloaded with thoughts and blank at the same time. A quieter, more sensible part of her brain was screaming to stop what she was doing, several other thoughts ranging from "What am I doing? This is going to ruin everything!" to "He's enjoying it! Keep going!" flooded her head. The sheer number of thoughts all trying to push their way to the forefront of her brain at once all seemed to almost cancel each other out, creating just a buzz in her mind and leaving her completely at the mercy of her drunken instincts and hormones. It was when his lips began to attempt to return her kisses that her brain went to static. Nothing mattered anymore. He was pulling her down into his body. He wanted this. She wanted this and there was no one that was going to step in and stop them. Should they be doing it? Not in the slightest yet neither one of them were in the mindset to stop. They both had fallen prey to the animalistic part of their brains. As his arms pulled her further down there was no fight from Lynne, only acceptance. Her arms weren't idle during this either. Her left hand slowly crept up, gently carding through his hair at first, moments later it settled just behind his head in an attempt to press his lips further against her own. Furthermore, her right hand meanwhile began to slip into the paper thin space between them, stroking his chest while she attempted to feel his body just as he was doing with hers. The growing lump against her groin wasn't going unnoticed by her brain either. He was far more into this than she had realized. Despite his pushes to go deeper and explore her mouth with his tongue Lynne pulled back. It wasn't easy, but after a moment of wiggling she sat up on her knees, the crotch of her shorts right against his own. With a smirk she slowly started to raise the bottom hem of her shirt, pausing just below her breasts for a tantalizing long moment before finally pulling it over her head and dropping it over the side of the bed. For a moment Lynne sat there letting him drink in the view of her bare midsection and black sports bra. While he got to enjoy the view she started to unbutton her shorts. Getting those off were a lot harder than the shirt. That took a bit of wiggling to get them down without getting up. It wasn't the most sexy thing, but it got the job done and certainly would have given him quite the sensation on his hardening member. Finally, they slipped off her ankles and down to the floor as well. That left Lynne with just her bra and a matching pair of panties leaning back down to resume the kisses. Sinking back down on Rogue her lips sought out his once more. It was sloppy. It was far from elegant and neither of them had a care in the world. While he began to return her kisses she started to tug on his shirt. The animalistic part of her mind wanted to feel his bare chest against her own bare skin. She wanted to feel everything. "MMM Rogue..." She murmured his name. "Let's make this a night to remember..." Even with his head muddled with beer, and the fact that he had a beautiful woman pressed over him, there had to be hints in his mind that this could be a bad idea. There were so many reasons that this wasn’t something they should be doing, primarily the fact that they’d known each other hours, not even days, and yet they were pressed to each other and not even attempting to stop. He couldn’t get his brain to work that way either, the sensible reasons that just kept popping up in his head burst like soap bubbles, leaving his brain free to simply enjoy the feel of Lynne’s sweet mouth against his own, the way she moved on top of him, her hand pressing against his chest, rubbing as she didn’t seem to mind even for a second the hands he had moving against her. Part of him had been prepared to be pushed away from grabbing at her ass like he had, but if anything it felt like she was happy to have his hand there, pulling her more firmly against him. It was when she broke the kiss, short of letting him evolve it into something deeper, into really getting into making out with her, that he had to blink up at her, surprised, perhaps apprehensive that she was finally coming round to the senses that he was still quite readily ignoring. He shouldn’t have been worried, because rather than telling him off, or pushing his hands away from her, she caught the hem of her shirt and gave it a teasing little tug up on her torso, showing off slowly in a way that had his mouth going a little dry as he stared up at her. Fuck she was gorgeous, he’d noticed that immediately of course, but he couldn’t help but think it now as she showed him just how much more he’d not gotten to see yet. The fact that every teasing little wiggle with the shirt had her rubbing against his groin, where he knew she could certainly feel his appreciation of her presence growing firmer and more ready for the situation that they seemed to be descending into. “Jesus.” He muttered appreciatively as she finally slipped the shirt up revealing herself in the sports bra, it wasn’t completely topless, but it was still quiet undeniably hot, and was amplified when she didn’t stop at the shirt. Getting her shorts off while refusing to move off of him to do it, was an almost frustrating sensation, having her wiggling, working back and forth as she rubbed and ground against his lap and cock contained in his own pants. For fuck's sake that was almost mean the way she chose to go at that, and he closed his eyes a little, perhaps trying to concentrate to not let anything get too far along with her delightfully torturous little wiggles and shimmies over top of him. “Do you have any idea how unfair that is?” He said as he opened his eyes back up to the lovely German woman straddling him in just her underwear now, something he felt was obscenely overdressed. Maybe as an act of mercy, or perhaps to sink a few more nails into that coffin she came back down overtop of him again, bringing her lips down to press to his, and he drank them in, far too thirsty for his own good it seemed. He felt her tugs on his shirt even as his hands, both of them this time, had found their way back to the curve of her ass, this time separated just by the layer of panties from her soft flesh, he squeezed kneading with both of them a moment, before reluctantly letting go of that fine prize. Perhaps she could yank his shirt off, popping the buttons, but even if she did, she’d need to get the sleeves off if she wanted to even the score up some on the matter of their clothing. Being on bottom did make it a little awkward. But she was small, so while he rested his head back, slipping free of those lips, he let her hands get to the buttons on his shirt, but when it was undone and his bare chest, which just had a dusting of dark hair in a line down it, he pushed up. Sitting up was easy, even with her there, she was what, maybe a hundred, hundred fifteen pounds? Maybe? She’d be pressed back some straddling thigh more, perhaps a little lower from where she’d been enjoying against his dick. “Don’t think I’d forget, even with a few more drinks.” He said, his voice warm, and low, heady, hungry. The beer had been good, the food great, and the games entertaining, but this stop in Germany, what was going to remember was this beautiful woman on top of him, he was certain of that. He rolled his shoulders, his buttons undone he could shift his arms out of the shirt, letting the fabric fall off and get tossed the side, eagerly wanting to feel more of her bare skin with his own. His hands returned to their chosen place on her ass, scooting her back close up his lap, his chest coming up and pressing against her own. Their heights were much closer with her straddling his lap like this, and with his chest against hers, feeling that bra the damn thing, against his chest, he found her lips again, kissing her. Was it mean to tease him by wiggling in his lap? Perhaps the answer was yes, but in her mind it was all fair. They were both going to be getting fun before long. There was absolutely nothing standing in the way of their carnal desires. There was no way they'd stop now. Those in the surrounding rooms may not be happy, but that was a problem for another time. There was no fight as his hands took up residence on her round ass. She was far more interested in the lips she was kissing than where his hands were resting, that and what was under his shirt. Her hands tried to slide under his shirt though even her impaired thinking would quickly realize that wasn't going to work out well. The thought crossed her mind that she could just break his buttons, quite frankly if she tried hard enough she might even be able to tear the shirt itself. Deciding not to ruin his clothes she started fumbling with the buttons themselves as Rogue leaned back to simply enjoy the view. One by one, from the top-down Lynne slipped each button out of their respective holes, even slipping just a slight bit further down, struggling with his belt buckle. She may have had the dexterity for the shirt buttons, but not a belt buckle. Lynde's struggle with the belt was quickly put to rest as he sat up despite her laying on top of him. That alone said something about his core strength alone. She eased up onto her thighs while he pulled her closer. Her breasts squished against his chest as they once again pulled closer together. "I don't think I'll ever forget this day." She murmured before taking his lips in her own once more. This time she wasn't just stopping at a kiss. Her tongue licked at his lips, seeking entrance to explore his mouth and wrestle with his own tongue. While her mouth was busy one hand held onto him, the other slipping back down between them to his belt buckle once more. It was more by luck than anything that she managed to fumble it open then go for the button and zipper. Slowly her hand slipped further down, reaching into his pants to stroke his rock hard cock. Lynne took a moment, kneading his member between her fingers. Suddenly she paused, pulling back from the passionate takeout session in front of her. "You feel... different... than the men here." She said, mildly confused for a moment. It had never occurred to her that it was fairly normal for men to be circumcised where he was from whereas here it is fairly uncommon. Lynne couldn't help but wonder just how it would feel. "Why don't you show me more?" She asked before placing her hands on his shoulders and letting herself fall backwards, attempting to use her weight to pull him down on top of her. He gave a welcome, and pleased noise against her lips when he felt her tongue coming between his own, lengthening and deepening the kiss she’d invited back into with him. It felt almost as good as the press of her barely covered breasts against his now bare chest. Forgetting, well, he’d forget how stupid this might be, how much of a mistake they were making, but this day as a whole, or this time with her, no, no that was going to be a memory he could hold onto, his drunk brain even knew that. Letting his tongue stroke against her own, teasing her right back, even sucking at her tongue just a little with it between his lips. She certainly wasn’t shy, not with the way her hand had already gone for his belt, and was right back to it, for another attempt, one he certainly wasn’t going to stop her from making, in fact if she continued to have trouble with it, he would have reluctantly given up holding her ass and had helped her. But seemingly through drunkenness and the position itself she managed to get the belt undone, and moved quickly past it to the rest of his pants fixtures. Giving her a little approving and encouraging groan as she worked her hand down into his pants, a little snug at the moment with his cock at a full rigid attention, even with the fly opened up to relieve some of the pressure it had been under down there. The position wasn’t great, with her on his lap like she was, and there still being clothes in the way, but his drunken ass didn’t give a single shit, and he groaned into her mouth again as he felt her hand wrap around his cock. That felt good, so fucking good, but not nearly as good as things could feel right? He pressed against that hand some, his hips moving a little as she kneaded against him. Though he blinked in surprise as she quite suddenly released him, pulling back from his mouth and stealing a little distance between them. He blinked, confused, surprised, and wondering what the problem was. “What?” He couldn’t help but ask, confused for a second, trying to figure out what they hell she could be talking about, his dick felt different? It took a couple of moments, before it clicked, he’d heard about it, most European men were uncut, whilst there were many more circumcised American men. “Uh yeah, it’s.” He started, wondering how to explain, fortunately she didn’t seem to put off by it, inviting him to show her instead of trying to think up an explanation. The arms around his shoulders pulling on him trying to draw him back, made him smirk slightly. She’d kind of just tried tossing herself backwards, falling, but she wouldn’t make it far, even with her going limp and holding his neck, she didn’t weight enough to really toss him around that way, and he stayed upright grinning at her. “You’re going to fall off the bed like that.” They had fallen onto the bed, and she got on top of him, if she let herself toss back, she’d end up on the floor, while that could be fun, smacking her head didn’t sound like a good turn of events, especially with the booze in them. Instead, his hands still gripping her ass, he rose up off the bed, holding her up, and against him with that grip, and her arms around his neck. He was fit, but she was also just so small compared to him, he turned around so her back was to the bed and gave her ass a squeeze. “This’ll work better.” He gave her a toss, his hands lifting her up and hefting her, expecting her to let go of his neck, and let him toss her onto her back on the bed. He looked down on her on the bed, and licked his lips, god that was a good sight, her tossed out on the bed in just those two pieces of black underwear, which definitely needed to go, but she had asked to see more hadn’t she, he could oblige that. Grabbing his pants which were open but not off, he shoved them down and stepped out of them, his shoes kicked off, his socks caught and toss with the pants. Straightening up naked now, his hard cut cock exposed, he had a little hair, neatly trimmed though, despite having not had any bets on sleeping with anyone. “Think you’re over dressed, we should fix that huh?” He climbed up onto the bed towards her, going to knees and walking on them over her, looming tall fit, and obviously ready to fuck if his arched cock was any indication of that. His brought his hands up grazing her thighs, splayed wide, to scoop up and grab at her panties, it was her turn for some show, wasn’t it? He gave them a tug. There was a look of confusion on her face as her attempt to pull him over hadn't worked. Her drunken mind had failed to consider many factors, the biggest being that well... Rogue was bigger than I. Past partners had humored her and moved how she wanted, but Rogue at least had the sense not to let them fall back onto the floor. She looked over her shoulder as he brought up falling off the bed." I guess we don't need two head injuries today." She chuckled. Lynne didn't argue one bit about him getting up so long as he lifted her as well, which he seemed to happily oblige to. She clung to him, nearly about to commence the takeout session once more when instead she felt him hefting her away from his body. Her hands slipped from his body, flailing for anything to catch her before she hit the floor, except she found herself falling onto the soft bed. Was it graceful? No, but Lynne landed with her legs open to give Rogue a view of the growing dark spot on her panties. The view could easily more than make up for her less than graceful fall. In her new vantage point Lynne watched his pants fall to the ground with every bit of clothing he had left. Now she was the only one with anything left on. She licked her lips, watching him crawl onto the bed. The view was absolutely delicious and yet there was still more to come. "I think we better. We should even the playing field." She responded. Her soft panties had little hope to withstand even a gentle pull from Rogue. As he tugged they slipped down her thighs, then her knees and finally her ankles before falling to the floor with the rest of their clothing. Part of her wanted to squeeze her thighs together in an attempt to maintain her modesty, the drunk part of her mind however decided to let them stay open and give Rogue a little show. There was only a light dusting of blonde hair on her sweet little mound, clearly some attention was paid to personal grooming despite how busy her job could keep her. While he drank in the sight she slowly lifted her hands to the bottom of her bra. One of the less fortunate parts of the sports bra was there was no easy clasp to unsnap. It had to be pulled back off over her head. It was almost teasingly slow how she moved that bra, pulling it and in turn her breasts up until they slipped from their prison. The moment her breasts were free they bounced on her chest lightly while Lynne tossed the bra, it's landing on the lamp next to the bed. Much like the rest of her they weren't the largest, a D cup at best if one really pushed the limits of measurements, but plenty to fill most men's hands." Mmm I believe there's nothing left in the way..." Lynne said, her voice dripping with lust. Slowly she tried to pull him closer, once again wrapping her arms around his neck as she brought her lips to his once more. Slowly her right arm slipped down his side to feel his manhood once more. Her hand gently gripped him, stroking him and investigating his cut cock with a lustfully scientific curiosity while slowly guiding him right to where they both knew he needed to be. "Let's see if you American men as good as you claim to be." She challenges him with a light smirk. Rogue was not one to squander a good view, and when she didn’t make any attempt to close her legs, her let his eyes rove over her exposed body, taking in the particularly inviting way she was already glistening a bit, and was pleased to know, that his own arousal wasn’t the only one that was so evident in the mix of things. It also of course made his cock ache all that much more for something to do seeing her damp pussy so readily exposed before him. Being a man of tastes though, he couldn’t help himself from letting his gaze lift to catch the performance of her muscling her way out of her sports bra. What man didn’t like seeing to lovely orbs lift and burst free of such unsavory confines as a sports bra. He licked his lips as he watched her breasts settle, and the bra get cast away, wanting to get a taste of those sweet buds and see just how she’d sound if he raked his tongue over those positively pink nipples, she’d exposed of hers. “Damn right there isn’t.” He agreed, glad that that was one problem that had been taken care of as quickly as possible, he also took it as his cue to come forward closer to her, closing the gap he had left open so he could have that delicious view of the proceedings that took place. Now though, he wanted to feel her, more of her, all of her, could he get to do that. Just in the very corner of his brain there was the thought that maybe they should grab something, a condom, but the obvious reluctance to get up and interrupt the moment, and the mood, with something so tedious mixed with his drunkenness, had him dismissing it without much consideration. He accepted the gesture of her eager hands, letting her draw him in closer to her and pressed his lips in against hers as she asked for them, kissing her again messily. He found her lips freeing themselves from his though and groaned as they did so with the way her hand caught against his cock and stroked against it, seeming to figure out just the way he felt in that palm, and teasing him with a few fluffing strokes along his length. Licking his lips he met her gaze at her words and couldn’t help but chuckle, he’d not been boasting about shit, but fuck if he was going argue with her, not with her hand guiding his cock lacking any hesitancy. She made no comment of his bare cock, and some part of his head assumed that it meant she was taking something, that doing this like this wasn’t a big deal, and fuck, he couldn’t help but admit, that was just fucking hot. “Some American muscle for the German engineering?” He jested, with a grin, which wavered to something a little more heated, and hungry, as he felt her hand brushing the head of his cock against those plump soft lips between her thighs. Oh, fuck that felt good, and he found his hands grasping her thighs, gripping her in a way that could speak a dozen ways that he didn’t want her getting away, not that he thought she was about to run at all. No, she was fitting the head of his cock right flush against her sopping little pussy, Rogue didn’t need a better invitation than that, did he? Despite the obvious intention of her movements, he didn’t just drive in hard and fast, couldn’t savor something that way, right? Even drunk he wanted to feel every second, and he pressed into her enough to get his head fit into that fucking tight little pussy, teasing it in, rolling his hips and letting it tease free a little. Mean, maybe, teasing, definitely, but purposeful too, getting the tip of himself more slicked with her wetness so when he did press his hips forward and start to sink further into her soaking pussy it glided into those hot tight confines easily. “Oh fuck.” He groaned as he let one thigh go, bringing it up to grasp at the back of her neck, gripping her there so he could look into her eyes while he sank his bare cock into her hot pussy. “God you feel good.” The option to stop had come and gone. Neither of them were seemed as if they were willing to stop unless the other did first. The red flags had come and gone, ignored by the two young people listening to their most primal desires. No single thought had been given to condoms or whether she'd actually remembered to take her birth control pills even at any point this week. Were they even effective with the amount they'd been drinking? Neither of them had even the vaguest idea, though it did seem unlikely today's activities would affect them if she did remember. To his credit he was already much quieter than the stereotype of his home country. Many would have expected him to boast about size and ability, yet he was letting everything speak for itself. "I think that is a fair trade. Why don't you show me some of that American muscle?" She murmured, felling him of so close to the gold. Lynne could feel him brushing right against those soft lips, almost teasing her at first before actually going for the tease. She let out a low, lustful moan as he teased her in almost a reminiscent way of herself as she had been removing her shorts. Perhaps it was evening the playing field. Overall it had a much more important role however, making things as smooth as possible. Slowly Rogue had pressed on, the tip pushing in, stretching her walls as he pressed deeper and deeper. It hadn't ever occurred to her that most people were fairly proportionate to their overall body. Lynne being as small as she was also quite tight which only served to make him feel even larger as he pushed deeper and deeper inside. She wasn't even sure if he could fit the whole length inside though that didn't mean they wouldn't try." Scheiße! So grow!" She moaned out, temporarily forgetting he had very little knowledge of her language. Her hands gripped onto him as best she could, trying to let her body get used to the size of his invading manhood even as he came to a stop, their hips meeting and pressing together. Lynne had no issues looking him in the eyes as he angled her neck to look into his eyes. Another soft moan escaped her lips as he started to draw himself back out, only to push right back in. It wasn't the quick ramming she'd almost expected from someone who was intoxicated, rather a slow warm-up to keep them both comfortable. They could get rough and creative later. This first time was to get them both going and let their bodies become accustomed to each other. Flashy fun would come later.

Unexpected Consequences (ObscureObscenities & BlackRockShooter)|rating:4.0

hopscotch`[polaroids x mathim]

The first time she had jumped, she was eleven. She remembered it so vividly that at times, it felt like it had just happened. Running across the road, arms outstretched as she called out the dog’s name: “Charlie! Charlie get back here!” The animal had made it to the other side, plopping down firmly on the sidewalk, just narrowly missing his chance to be splattered all over the front side of an old Volvo. Shehadn’t been quick enough to jerk her body away from the speeding vehicle, but luckily enough, something else pulled her away just in time. It was a nauseating feeling, as if someone had grabbed her by the interior of her stomach and yanked sharply—her head was a whirlwind of various scenes. Her room, the playground, the community pool…and then she landed with a loud ‘thud’ beside her dog, who let out a loud yelp of protest, and sped off (he actually got hit by another car later on in the day, but that’s another story). Terrified and confused, she lay against the pavement, staring wide-eyed at the cracks in the cement as her chest rose and fell frantically. The next six years had been riddled with events similar to this. She’d be caught underneath the current of the river---and then suddenly she was rolling around in the sand of the shoreline. Frantically running away from a group of unfriendly faces in the middle of the night—then she slammed right into her own front door. After a while, she had begun to realize that this ability could be harnessed and might even get her out of Cedar wood, Colorado. It wasn’t that she disliked her lifestyle. She was just boredom it. Everything was just too perfect. She wanted adventure, ever since she was little with her nose buried in fairy-tales about knights brandishing swords and riding away into sunsets on their faithful steeds. She wanted that. Furthermore, she wanted to be that knight. So a week after she had turned seventeen, she did everything she could to lure this ability out into the open. It was slow work, but months later, she could control exactly where she wanted to go and appear there in a matter of seconds. Completely infatuated with this new-found freedom, she grabbed everything she thought would be useful, snatched up any bills that could be found in the house, and left. There was little thought about how her selfish actions would affect her family—she didn’t care. She wanted out. It didn’t take long for her to realize that life on her own was much harder than she imagined. Everything she had ever wanted to be used to be handed to her on a silver platter, but now she had coworker a roof over her head? That didn’t sit too well with her, which explained why she resorted to the alternative. Stealing. Oh, it couldn’t be that bad if it was little places. It wasn’t like she was robbing a bank or hurting anyone! She figured by targeting small places—gas stations, liquor stores and the like---nobody would notice. Of course her inexperience and clumsiness of cleaning up after herself led to her being a target after just a few weeks, but she was completely oblivious to the fact that right this moment, she was being hunted. Bills were scattered across the unmade bed, spilling out from her knapsack whilst various articles of designer clothing littered the floor. Surprisingly enough, the news was flashing across the television screen—but whatever the reporter was saying was completely inaudible since the radio was blasting at top volume. Clearly her goal of being inconspicuous was not going so well. It was a wonder that she heard the knocking amongst all the noise. Poking her head out from the bathroom, a toothbrush jammed into her mouth, she glowered towards the door and muttered a few curses under her breath. “Okay, okay, I’ll turn it down!” She shouted, yanking the brush out of her mouth and picking her way towards the radio. With a quick twist of the knob, the volume was reduced significantly, and she turned on her heel to return to the bathroom. The knocking, however, persisted, forcing her to shift directions towards the door. “Alright, I’m coming! God dammit…” Toothbrush still gripped firmly in one hand, she snatched up the nearest tank top she could find, yanking it over her head, causing hair to fall halfway out of the ponytail. With her free hand, she grabbed a hold of the doorknob, yanking the door open just enough so she could peer outside. To her surprise, there was no hotel manager. In his place stood a woman: hair tied back in a tight bun, clothed in a suit and black pumps. Her eyes narrowed as soon as they landed on the other female, starting from tangled mass of hair, traveling slowly down over the faded jeans and ratty converse. “Ryan Rollins?” She inquired delicately, eyebrows raising. The door was slammed abruptly in the woman’s face, and the girl felt something in her stomach give a sickening twist. Shit. The police. Unaware that the woman represented something much worse than jail, Ryan began to frantically grab every article of clothing within her reach, jamming them into her knapsack with the wads of crumpled hundreds. “Shit shit shit,” she breathed, fumbling with the images in her minds eye, trying to get a firm grasp on one of them—any of them! Just as the door was kicked back open, Ryan vanished, leaving several fluttering twenties in her wake. 15 minutes after David strands Griffin in Chechnya... Griffin struggled to physically free himself from the electric tower, but his legs were firmly stuck, and he wasn't about to sacrifice them just to free himself. He figured if anything, once the fighting calmed down someone would free him, and then he could just jump away again without any bother. But he might have been shot or blown up in the meantime, which hastened his desire to get free any way he could. So he tried jumping. He could do it to a very limited degree when being electrified, but the tower was a lot stronger than those sticks the Paladins were using. Hopefully, in its current damaged state, it might run out of charge soon, but that was still too unpredictable. Griffing began breathing hard when an explosion burst near him, and he cried out in exasperation when his attempts to jump remained ineffective. He wasn't trying to jump the tower, just himself, but it didn't want to let him go! "God damn you, David!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, as if hoping David could hear him. "Marvel Team-Up, my ass!" As if that was the key, his anger increased his heartbeat even faster, and for a split second, he felt a surge of energy in his core. Taking a deep breath and expelling it in a final cry, he jumped. He landed back in the desert where they had their last encounter with Roland. His lair was still destroyed (mostly) but he wasn't going back there again. That damned David had led the Paladins right there and they could now track it. He'd have to find another one. "Bloody fantastic..." he grumbled, going back to salvage what he could while he began thinking of a better place to set up a new base of operations. This time, no alliances. He couldn't even trust his own kind. How many innocent people had the Paladins killed in their pursuit of Jumpers? They had to fight fire with fire if they were going to conquer the Paladins and David didn't understand that; now Griffin believed no one else would. Two days later... He took most of his pictures and notes and gathered them all in a box, jumping to his new hide-hole, a nearly unreachable cave in the mountains of a South American country. No one had discovered it apparently, and it took nearly a day to clear out all the creepy-crawlies and things inside, but it was worth it. The Paladins, if they by some miracle ever managed to follow him there, would never be able to get down from there. He began his search anew. This time, though, he had a different goal in mind for the time being. David had mentioned his family even though Griffin hadn't been interested at all. So David was going to learn what it meant to lose someone close to him, since he refused to sacrifice his little girlfriend even though it meant keeping himself safe. So his mother ran out on him? At age five, the same age Griffin was when he discovered his ability and watched his parents murdered by Paladins? That seemed a bit suspect. His mother might have known something about the Paladins, or a lot. Or maybe...well, in any case, she was dead. She and anyone else who stood between them. Like David, it took Griffin a long time to track her down. David found her and left her be. He would have had no idea that Griffin was after her. He might not even ever find out that his mother was dead. But still, it would feel good taking revenge in some way on that traitor. Griffin had also become even more angry and bitter since that betrayal. No more Mr. Nice Jumper. If the Paladins weren't going to go with aggressive tactics that were designed to kill... Griffin would step up his game. That was when he jumped inside gun shops after-hours and started raiding them for ammunition and the best kinds of handguns. Anything else was too cumbersome, but he did pick up an Uzi or two along with some other pistols that held a lot of rounds. Let's see the Paladins' little shock sticks stand up to one of these babies, he thought eagerly, wanting to test them out. Well, there was a perfect test subject waiting in the wings. He got Mary Rice's address and jumped there. Nice house, he thought. He could never have one even if he wanted to try living an honest life thanks to the Paladins. And neither could any other Jumper. The bitch would pay for that, living in such luxury when her own son had to spend his life running for his. She and her new family, if she had one; a house that big was a little much for just one person. He knocked on the door and a mildly attractive young woman answered. "Can I help you?" she asked." Yes, I'm looking for a Mary Rice...is she in?" he inquired innocently." No, she's out. She's actually going to be gone for a while, she's away on business in... Vermont, I think she said." the girl answered. "Sorry. Can I take a message, though?" she offered." Actually... I don't mean to pry, but are you a relative of hers?" he asked, not wanting to victimize an innocent person if he could help it." Yes, I'm her daughter. Do you want to talk to my dad? He's upstairs." she suggested." Oh, no, I think I've already got what I came for." he smiled, pulling out a Glock from inside his coat. He put a bullet through her forehead and watched her with a dazed but horrified look frozen on her lifeless face as she slumped to the floor. Her father cried out from upstairs. He raced down them, nearly falling, and collapsed at his daughter's dead body. He was weeping uncontrollably when Griffin jumped and appeared behind him. Furthermore, he put the gun to the back of the man's head. "Don't worry, you bastard. You'll be meeting her in hell in a moment. And your whore wife in a little while too." he said coldly as he executed the man. Griffin didn't know whether to feel ashamed or elated. His revenge was more than halfway carried out, but these people hadn't exactly done anything to deserve it...but they weren't innocent either, they should have known what their matriarch was doing with her life. He couldn't afford to doubt himself now. He jumped to Vermont, like the daughter had suggested, arriving in an empty police car and using the scanner to find out if any suspicious Jumper activity had been detected. If anything, that would be where Mary Rice was, hunting someone like her own son. Of all the Paladins, he was starting to think she deserved to die more than Roland. But he hadn't heard from Roland in the last few months; David, inept as he was, must have gotten him. That was partly why Griffin decided that, although he was a fool, David himself didn't deserve to die, just his family. “Think this is a young one,” Mary barked into her cell phone, moments after managing to break open the door. After briefly examining the room, and spraying it several times, she managed to find the blue, electric tear that ran through the air like it was paper. “Make sure you hurry—it’s going to close soon if we don’tsomething.” Her lips had peeled back in a snarl, and she snapped the cell phone close, rolling her eyes and turning to face the window.“Fucking incompetent idiots.” If the police caught her, she was screwed. They’d take her to jail. They’d fine her. They’d call her parents. For some reason, the last thought was more terrifying than any of the others. A sharp shiver ran down her spine as her eyelids fluttered open, her palm gently running against her forehead while her vision adjusted to the lighting. It was bright—and the air smelt clean, signaling that she was clearly no longer in the city. Where had she jumped too, away? She could hardly remember the last place she envisioned before vanishing… With a soft grunt, she managed to push herself to a seated position, long legs tucked neatly underneath her. There was a soft ‘thud’ as her pack slid off of her back and onto the ground, drawing her attention to it momentarily, relief beginning to course through her veins like a drug. Thank God, still have the money. So she’d just have to stay clear of the US for a month or so. Maybe head over to England for a bit? She loved England, had a bit of a thing for the accents. France, Italy, Japan…. The world was at her fingertips. The edges of her lips tugged upward to form a smile, and she pushed herself to her feet, brushing off dirt from the back of her jeans. A quick inspection of the surrounding area and her memory quickly kicked back into gear. Her dad used to take her family camping up here a lot when she was younger. Somewhere in the Colorado mountains…granted she hadn’t been here in years, so she didn’t know why it had come to mind in her moment of panic…but at least she was safe. Perhaps she spoke (or thought) too soon, because seconds later, a loud ripping noise filled the air. Several rapid blinks later, Ryan had shifted so that she was facing the twisting, blue wormhole that hung in the air—brown eyes widening. “The hell?” She mouthed, vanishing suddenly only to appear mere inches away from the hole. There were voices…muffled and echo, but she could have sworn she heard her name somewhere in therefore she could finish the thought, something (or rather, someone) was thrown into her at full force. The impact caused her to stagger and fall to the ground with a sickening ‘thud’, momentarily knocking the wind out of her as well as her senses. “WELL, FUCK!” She managed to cough out, attempting to elbow the individual off of her. The thought of jumping hadn’t occurred to her until it was too late. The individual—a rather heavy man—had acted before she could even think properly. The stick was jabbed into her side, and she found herself screaming in pain as electrical currents began to course through her body. Writhing violently, she desperately began to fumble with the scenes in her brain, only managing to jerk her body to jump a few feet before she collapsed to the ground again. A thick chord had managed to wrap itself around her waist, making it impossible for her to rip away from the constant flow of static. Her body twitched, and she continued to struggle against the chord, her mind vision beginning to grow hazy and black around the edges. Just behind the man, she could make out the familiar figure of the woman she’d encountered earlier. Shit. She had a feeling these were not the police. Griffin jumped to the apartment Mary had been sent to investigate, but she wasn't there-and neither was its occupant-but he knew why. That wormhole machine. "No more of that." he grabbed something heavy and smashed the machine beyond recognition. Luckily it still kept the wormhole open enough for him to follow the jump trail. Whoever this other Jumper was, they probably weren't going to survive very long. He didn't care about them, though. He wanted Mary, and every other Paladin who crossed paths with him. He was out in a forest somewhere. Didn't matter, he supposed, no one was going to get in his way out here. There Mary was, though, standing over the body of a twitching young female, and her partner holding the stun baton responsible for the girl's predicament. Griffin had spent some time after-hours at shooting ranges (who would stop him from entering, right?) and got pretty good at moderately-distanced shooting. He put a bullet through the large man's head from twenty yards and grinned at Mary when she whirled around. "Remember me, Rice?" he shouted, approaching her. "Maybe you don't, I know you've been playing it pretty safe the last twenty years. Your son's a big-time Jumper now, isn't he? Can't believe he didn't finish you himself for betraying him like that, you wanker whore." he pulled out his second pistol and held them both on her." Go ahead, try something. You might not want to, though, considering you'll have nothing to ever go home to. Yeah, I stopped by your pad and had a little chat with your new family. Nice folks, didn't even suspect what I was going to do to them." he grinned. "So you can either take a bullet in the knees and swear a personal vendetta against me and all Jumpers, like I did against Paladins when you murdered my parents...or you can die right here and rejoin your family. Your choice." he offered. One more streak of cruelty painted across his heart. Mary said nothing. She was still digesting what he was telling her. "Oh, I left David be. He actually did help some, even if he is a wanker like you. He's the only part of you worth anything. But you know what? I did promise myself I'd make him suffer a loss, and since he didn't know your new hubby and brat, I guess I'll have to make do with having him lose you." Griffin decided. He didn't give Mary the quick death he gave her family. He emptied an entire clip into her, from her feet all the way up to her neck. Well, mission accomplished. He reloaded the empty gun and put them back in their holsters beneath his coat. He saw the girl Jumper still struggling against the electric coils. Should he help her? But then...if she kept fucking up like that, she'd lead more Paladins to her, and he would know where to find them. That might just work. So he picked up the rod and cracked it against a tree trunk until it deactivated. "Oi, get up. Bloody mess, eh? Those were Paladins. They know about what people like you and I can do, and they want to kill us. They think no one deserves to have this god-like power. I always thought, if god didn't want us to have this power why the bloody fuck would he give it to us, yeah?" he stood, still at least seven feet away from her as he spoke. "Anyway, just get lost. Go hide somewhere. If you get into trouble with them again, I won't be far behind. I'm going to keep killing them until there's none of them left. We never asked for this, we shouldn't have to pay for it." he said, turning away from her and jumping. He didn't even bother with introductions. He didn't want her getting close to him like David. But he couldn't keep from leaving his jump trail open for her to follow. Everything hurt She had never felt this much pain since…ever. Too preoccupied with her struggle against the chords, she didn’t notice the newcomer until a gunshot resonated through the area. Did she scream? She couldn’t remember. Her head hurt too much. Her heart was racing—pounding against the inside of her rib cage so violently that she swore it was beginning to cause her entire body to shake. She was going to die. She just knew it. With a soft cry of despair, she arched her back into the ground, yelping when more gunshots echoed through her head. Peeling her eyes open, she managed to focus long enough to watch a bloody Mary (no pun intended) crumple to the ground. Ryan was pretty sure that whatever was splattered on her shirt now, was more than likely blood. Rolling onto her stomach, she groaned into the ground, figuring that whoever massacred the two other people was going to either: a) Come after her next or b) let her roll around in the dirt until her heart gave out. She hadn’t been expecting another option, that they’d actually help her. It took her awhile to notice that the electricity was no longer coursing through her body. Eyelids peeled back open, and she slid her arms underneath her, slowly pushing herself back to a seated position. Her chest rose and fell frantically as she gulped down air, trying desperately to slow down her frantic heart rate.“The hell…?” She breathed slowly, turning around just in time to hear Griffin’s little lecture. One trembling hand reached up to her head, fingers coursing through her hair as she tried to retain what the boy was rambling on about. Paladins? What? She could barely even focus on the conversation, her mind still hazy, adrenalin pumping through her veins and screaming at her to keep running. “W…wait…slow down… I don’t…understand…” Scrambling to her feet, she fumbled with her backpack strap, one hand reaching out to support her weight against a tree. Just as she was beginning to regain her senses, the boy took that opportunity to vanish. Into thin air. No fucking way.“HEY, HOLD UP!” Her shriek caused pain to shoot through her brain, but she ignored it, leaping forward in desperate pursuit of him. She was completely unaware of the ability she had to fall through jump scars---which explained her completely dumbfounded state when she stumbled out of it, body crashing into Griffin’s back. With a soft yelp, she reached forward, fingers curling around the back of his jacket as she fell to the ground, completely confused and disoriented. Griffin felt her slam into him as he had jumped to the roof of a New York building. "Oi, I said get lost, not fucking follow me!" he shouted, pulling up his coat to get her off of it and watching her fall. "Good thing I didn't jump to my base, or they could probably have followed us right there if there were more of them around!" he scolded her. He didn't know why she was so confused. Hadn't she known she had this power for a while now, if she was spending enough stolen money to be tracked? Wasn't it obvious it would catch up to her sooner or later? And that people might not like the fact that people who could teleport existed? That was the problem with David, he hadn't understood this, and he was almost Griffin's own age. "Look, girl. Grow up a little and learn how to take care of yourself. I don't have time to babysit a fellow Jumper. They know about you, and they are going to hunt you down wherever you go, no matter how far. Eventually, they'll catch up to you again. And then again and again and again until you either die, or they all die." he told it to her straight. "They've been doing this for hundreds of years, and they've only gotten better at it over time. They know our powers. They know how to track us down. Furthermore, they know how to neutralize our abilities. And they know how to follow us. That's how they caught up to you in the woods." he explained." So all I can give you is some friendly advice, and if you don't take it, I might just have to get rid of you myself. I don't want any dead weight slowing me down." he told her. "If they find you, or if anyone you don't know finds you, even out in public, jump. Jump far away, either to the North Pole or the desert. Because if and when they follow you, they'll be out in the middle of nowhere. But don't stop. Once you jump to a place like that, jump somewhere else out in the middle of nowhere, up in the Himalayas or something. Take yourself two or three places after the first jump, and then finish it off about fifty feet above the middle of the Atlantic. If they try to follow you using the machine, they'll never be able to get back. Then it's either drown or get eaten by sharks for the bastards. They're smart, yes, but that can only get them so far, if we're smarter. I've been doing this since I was five, and I'm the best. Here." he handed her one of his guns. "Never let that out of your sight. That's all I'm giving you. Now bugger off." he said, jumping once more. He didn't really expect her to, even though he was deliberately being a jerk. She’d been spending way too much time on the ground today. Ryan didn’t bother trying to stand up when Griffin shoved her onto the cement rooftop. Instead, she took a moment to catch her breath, leaning back against her palms and tilting her face heavenward. Slowly, she was beginning to gain the ability to focus on what the boy was rambling on about, but his accent sometimes made it difficult. The story he was laying out for her sounded so unreal. Then again, it made sense. In movies whenever people had special abilities there was always some antagonist that ruined everything. So why not in real life, too? Except in this case…good guys never won. In real life, they always lost. Shifting her weight, she turned back to face him, chocolate brown eyes scanning him over several times. Her mouth remained shut tight (something she hadn’t been able to accomplish for a long time) and she waited for him to finish, recoiling when he held the weapon towards her. “I’m a pacifist,” she sneered, voice dripping with sarcasm. But she took the gun anyway—fingers carefully curling around the handle while she pulled it closer, inspecting every detail carefully. “Hey, I don’t know how to use—“…. Shit, he was gone.“DAMMIT!” Still clutching the gun tightly, she stumbled to her feet (what was this, the hundredth time today?) and jumped through the scar again. Landing sharply on her feet, she glanced around before spotting him, vanishing again only to reappear inches away from his face.“Youareincrediblyrude.” Each word earned a sharp jab into his chest with her pointer finger, lips curled downwards into a frown as narrowed eyes met his gaze. “You can’t just leave me like that—just appear out of nowhere, rescue the damsel in distress and just leave.” Straightening up to her full height (which she soon realized was identical to his), she crossed her arms across her chest, still fully aware of the gun held tightly in one hand. “Look… I’ve never met anyone else like me before. You can’t just abandon me when we’re… I don't know. We’re supposed to stick together, right? Isn’t that what they do in movies and comic books? I was never really into superheroes.” Wrinkling her nose, she took a moment to study him again. In all honesty—he didn’t look that friendly. Nevertheless… She stuck out her free hand, letting it hover in the air between them. “Uh, I’m Ryan. It’s…a pleasure to meet you.” Pfft, sure. "You're an adult. You should know how to protect yourself and deal with this kind of thing. You're not a child. Is that what you want, for me to treat you like one?" he teased her. He was ready now, standing facing her with his arms crossed as she came through his jump trail, far enough back that she wouldn't bump into him this time. "You're certainly acting like one."" Look, I've had a bad experience teaming up with another Jumper before. In fact, that was his mother I just killed back there. One of the Paladins' own children became the thing they hunt. And she still did it, she didn't even want to protect her own child from the rest of them. That's the kind of people we're dealing with. If you've never used a gun, you need to get in some practice because they know how to shoot pretty accurately." he slapped her hand away when she introduced herself. "I'm Griffin. You'll be hearing that name a lot if you meet the Paladins a few more times. That's kind of why I wanted you to leave me alone. They'll find an amateur like you pretty easily now. Then I can use that to lure them out and take them down. So come on, fishhook, get out there." he waved her away. David had never impressed Griffin. He wasn't that talented or intelligent or skilled. Maybe he was just a bad person to partner with. After all, Paladins almost never worked alone and were more effective because of it. That seed of doubt ran through Griffin's head. It made a lump in his throat and he turned away from Ryan for a moment. "Think you can do what I do?" he challenged her. "Think you can take a life at a moment's notice without hesitation, even if that person may or may not be a Paladin?" he turned to her, his eyes steely. "Say 'yes' and I'm going to jump somewhere that if you follow me, you'll get hurt." he told her." Teach me..." He thought he heard those words escape her lips, but it was just the wind. "Well?" he demanded an answer from her. “Oh, gee. I’m so touched. I really enjoy being used as live bait. It’s one of my favorite pastimes, how did you know?” Withdrawing her hand, she shoved it into her jean pocket, rocking back and forth on her heels while she continued to shoot Griffin dirty glares. So she found someone who was like her—who could teleport—and they turned out to be a complete asshole. What luck! She was wondering if following him had been a good idea. Maybe she should just leave now, and go into hiding. Hiding from him and these people… Paladins? But his challenge sparked her attention again, and she listened eagerly, grip tightening on the gun. Ryan had always been on the competitive side. It was probably due to all the sports she played—she always had the drive to win. The idea of driving opponents into the dirt thrilled her. So, naturally, she couldn’t help but lean closer, eagerness practically oozing out of her pores. She’d never taken a life. She had never thought about killing anyone, but if there were people out to get her, she should be able to defend herself…right? And killing out of defense wasn’t a crime.“Anything you can do, I can do better,” she quoted the familiar song, though, her voice was flat and void of tune. “Alright, you’re on. Teach me whatever the hell you know, Mr. Griffin.” Griffin smiled. If nothing else, her learning self-sufficiency would keep her off his back. "All right. Follow." he said, turning away once more and jumping. He wasn't going to give her any warning of where so she'd have her work cut out for her. He hated Chechnya, but the middle of a war zone was the best place to either make or break a rookie. Once she followed him, he'd administer the test." No jumping out of here for at least ten minutes." he shouted over the gunfire and bomb explosions. "No jumping more than twenty feet at a time, either. You're a novice, Paladins will be used to situations like this." he explained. "You have to get better than them at this, or you'll never survive. And if someone's going to shoot at you, you'd better shoot them back. Otherwise, I'll just leave you behind once something explodes between us, and you'll never be able to follow me." he gave her the rules of the game. "Show me you can do better than me, if that's what you really believe." he sat down beneath a wall of sandbags. He pulled the sleeve over his wrist and looked at his watch. "Ten minutes. I'll come look for you once it's over. If you're still in one piece after that, jump someplace high up." That was the problem with David, he realized. He was determined, but a coward and a fool. If Griffin had just armed himself properly and shared those weapons with David, David might have been more bold and less afraid to sacrifice a life. They might have even still been working together if things had turned out differently. Could a girl, so much younger and so new to being a Jumper, surpass David? Or surpass even Griffin himself? He didn't believe so. But maybe, if given enough time. Griffin had about 20 years of experience with this lifestyle, Ryan couldn't compete with that after just a few days or weeks. Even with sped-up training and supervision by the leading expert. Griffin spent the next ten minutes wondering what sort of test he'd give her next. He was going to assume she'd survive; she was a little too annoying and stubborn to go down easily. "You've got to be kidding me." She had seen this place, occasionally on the news, but she had never imagined she'd allow herself in such a situation. Every fiber of her being told her to get the hell out now, that this boy was crazy and wasn't worth her time. Swallowing audibly (though, it probably couldn't be heard over the explosions) she reluctantly turned back towards Griffin, her grip on the gun tightening until her knuckles turned a ghostly shade of white. "Ten minutes." That didn't sound too bad, right? Ten minutes was nothing. Though, the idea of having to limit her Jumping to twenty feet... Come on, suck it up." If you ditch me-" she began, a snarl forming in the back of her throat. But he disappeared before she could finish, leaving her alone. Now, what had happened in those past ten minutes, Ryan had trouble holding onto. Her body had been driven by pure adrenaline and instinct, but in the process she lost both her bag and the gun (but she had a feeling it was dead weight anyway, since it ran out of ammunition). She didn't own a watch, so she wasn't exactly sure how long she'd been out there. Felt like an eternity. Maybe she should jump to the top of that roof, now? He said go someplace high up. But there was a gut feeling that it would be a bad idea--she'd make a pretty easy target to anyone who owned a gun. She could just jump right out of there, go to someplace safe, forget about this entire thing... but she crossed that off her list immediately. There was no way in hell she was going to pussy out of this. So that was why she was curled up behind a barrage of sandbags, arms wrapped around her legs as she desperately searched and squinted through the dust to find someplace safe to jump too. Blood was spattered across her arms, shirt and jeans--shit, that must've belonged to that one soldier... because it sure as hell wasn't her own. But her brain quickly blocked that memory out, urging her to save herself before a bomb went off and sent her limbs flying in every direction (similar to something she could have sworn she saw moments ago). It had been at least twenty minutes, now. Griffin was hanging onto a flagpole overlooking the whole battlefield, clinging to the rope and flag atop it to keep balanced. Where the fuck did she go? Was she dead? Jesus Christ, he hadn't intended for her to take such a dumb risk if she didn't think she could handle it! Out of respect for the dead, he decided to at least go down and find her body. That was after 15 minutes. It took ten more minutes for him to find her. "Come on!" he poked her in the side. He jumped, letting her follow his jump scar. He led her to somewhere safer, the top of the Eiffel Tower. No one would bother them there at that hour." You did good, I'm kind of surprised. But you made one fatal error. You need to know EVERYTHING about your surroundings. You will never survive jumping into places you're unfamiliar with when being chased by Paladins. That's lesson number one." he explained. "Lesson number two. Never, ever show them fear. None of that cowering you were doing before." he scolded her." Other than that, good job. You survived. You lost some things, which I can't really fault you for since that stuff slows you down. But next time, don't lose your weapon, even if it's empty. Because usually you'll have a spare clip or two." he opened his coat and showed her two more full clips for his pistol. "Now then. Let's go where I can really teach you what to do." he jumped again, daring now to take her back to his new hideout in the mountainside of a South American country. It looked mostly the same as his desert base. Some of the stuff had been destroyed by fire but not all of it. Pictures of far-off locations, pictures of known, living Paladins, and other vital information. "This is where it all happens. I look for Paladins, I look for other Jumpers, and I look for good places to travel and get under my belt. That way, depending on the situation, I have the perfect place to escape to and set a trap to ambush them." he explained. "How long have you been a Jumper? Have you gone all over the world yet?" he asked her. Oh God, she was going to die. That thought ran on repeat through her head, until she felt a sharp jab in the side, jerking her head just in time to watch Griffin vanish. Scrambling to her feet, she took one last look at the battleground, following through the scar seconds before the area she'd been standing in was riddled with bullets. She was still in shock, her limbs not completely following the directions her brain attempted to give them. Stumbling after Griffin, she had to reach out and grab onto the railing, peering down at the tiny lights below them. She'd never been to Paris, but this wasn't exactly the first place she wanted to go. Heights were never really her thing. She was only partially paying attention, half of her mind still clinging to the memory of the war zone. A soft flinch appeared under one eye, and she whirled around, opening her mouth to say something only to see that Griffin was gone. Again. "God dammit--stay still for just a few minutes!" Groaning softly, she scrounged the tiny area until she spotted the scar, scrambling towards it before disappearing." Could you please stop playing around the world for just two seconds? I can't keep up." Her lips twisted into a soft snarl, arms folding across her chest. Apparently, she was beginning to pull out of the daze she'd momentarily fallen into. His questions were giving her a headache and she racked her brain, searching for the appropriate answer. However, she was still young, and easily distracted, her gaze flickering across the walls. "Uhh... I don't know how long." She went ahead and assumed that a Jumper was some sort of title to what they were, what they could do. "The first time I ever teleported...jumped...whatever. I was like, little. And it kept happening sporadically." Lifting and dropping her shoulders in a shrug, she carefully stepped around him, inspecting her new surroundings carefully. Did he seriously live in this dump? "But I was able to like, control it to an extent, a few months ago. Er, and I haven't seen much of the world besides various places in America and England." "Well, we're going to have to fix that." Griffin said simply. "See, the Paladins are everywhere. They're quick, too. The best way to get away from them is to jump all the way across the planet. That way if they follow you, they'll have a hard time keeping up with you since they're going to eventually get stuck in a place they'll have no way to get out of for hours, or days. You need to expand your horizons. See Europe, well, not Eastern Europe, but you know what I mean. Like where we just were, in Paris. Me, I'm partial to Japan personally. Love scaring the shit out of them stealing a car and jumping it all over town right in front of people." he laughed. Wow. He laughed. He'd actually felt happy for a moment there. Was it because of her? Or was it just because he was, in spite of everything, glad to have someone to talk to who he wasn't trying to kill?" Anyway, rest if you want. I'm going out. Don't bother following me, I'm not leaving you here, this place is too important to abandon. I'm going 'shopping'. I'll bring back some food. And some replacements for the weapons you lost." he teased her. He jumped, not waiting around to hear anything else she might have to say. This might not be so bad after all. If nothing else he'd have someone who he could feed to the dogs if things got too hairy. It'd be kind of a waste to train her if that's what ended up happening. Still, she had more balls than David, and David was a boy. Wow, he seemed to like hearing himself talk. She stared at him blankly, occasionally allowing herself to blink. Shoving her hands into her jean pockets, she merely shrugged in response, glancing down at the toes of her shoes. The rubber on her converse were beginning to peel off, and she suddenly regretted leaving behind all the clothes in the hotel room. Some of them had been pretty pricey (of course, she hadn't actually paid for the majority of them). "Alright, see you the-"DAMMIT. He was gone, already. Maybe it was just habit, but his sudden disappearances were beginning to get on her nerves. She had a feeling she'd be hanging around him for quite some time, though. She'd just have to remember to stay wary--he appeared to be a little off his rocker. With a soft roll of her eyes, she turned on her heel and began to wander around the various, makeshift rooms. The walls were all but covered in newspaper clippings, strange drawings, notes, maps, photographs... Every so often she'd stop to inspect them further, but would lose interest rather quickly. After a few minutes, her curiosity began to dwindle, and she found herself inching towards the sunken couch positioned in what she assumed was the "living room". Her body practically gave in as she collapsed onto the cushions, stretching out her long legs so that they dangled over the arm momentarily. Then, she rolled over onto her side, curling them underneath her and squeezing her eyes shut. Everything ached, now that she had time to concentrate on the pain. Even her head. Too much information in such a small amount of time. Her exhaustion quickly took over, and moments later, she had dozed off. Though, her mouth hung open in a most unbecoming matter, and loud snores would escape her mouth every so often. Griffin jumped to China for some authentic Chinese food (Hong Kong, not Red China) and after he placed the order, jumped to the United States while waiting for the food. He landed inside a closed gun store. Still putting gloves on (he didn't want anyone getting his prints or the Paladins would start setting up Jumper-specific traps in places like that), he picked up several replacement handguns, stuffing them into his coat. He didn't bother with ammo, he could get that anywhere, and could buy it with stolen cash anyway. He picked up an Uzi as well, and a shotgun. Furthermore, he could get a sling for it under his coat and have that for backup if he ever lost his pistols. He jumped back to the restaurant, coming back out of the bathroom he'd gone into so no one would see him, and went into an alley around back before jumping again. Furthermore, he had recently decided that appearing in certain places (civilized ones, at least, unlike Chechnya) was a bad idea since he liked returning to them and if people came to recognize him as some sort of freak or alien or whatever they believed him to be, it wouldn't do to go back there, people wouldn't want to talk to or help him. Back in the cave, he heard Ryan snoring. Must have been tired, he didn't know how long she'd been awake when Mary had caught up with her, so he was kind of impressed she had made it through Chechnya in that condition. Even he needed sleep to function properly, especially since jumping was a mental exercise more than a physical one. He let her sleep, deciding to eat the hot food himself. She could go get something herself later anyway, she'd been taking care of herself that long. He had a safe full of cash now that he refilled regularly (with all kinds of different currency) so she could borrow a little. He'd have to explain the operation in full when she woke up. She may have had some skills, but they were unfocused. Skills without knowledge weren't enough when fighting a war.

hopscotch`[polaroids x mathim]|rating:3.0

(MtA) Hunt For the Unknown - Game Thread

Chapter 1: Dark Homecoming The Argent Spyglass, your cabal, had just finished converting an abandoned distillery to your Sanctum. It is on the outskirts of Boston, has a callow, and after your modifications' security, and enough space for all of you. Then while one of you is taking out the trash you see a dead body in the alley behind your building. James immediately recognizes the man as Donnie Off. Donnie was stockbroker and sleepwalker who used his hunches to play the stock market and gained wealth and notoriety. At first glance it appears something ripped his throat out in left him here among the trash in the dumpster. The time is currently 7 am Saturday morning. ("This shit is fucked." Deadeye stated the obvious, frowning as he set to work making an impromptu 'crime scene'. As soon as he found the body, he'd informed his cabal-mates and begun to examine both the scene and the body with all manner of detection magics, and his own two eyeholes as he stood there in his fuzzy batman pajamas and a t-shirt, a 9mm pistol resting in his shoulder holster even this early in the day and a cigarette hanging from his lips as he held his various foci and cast, high speech flowing from his lips in a rush of power as he worked his magic to determine first how this dead man got that way, his gaze shifting into the cold spectrum of death as he scrutinized the corpse." We need to make sure nobody wanders up and asks inconvenient questions while we're looking at a dead body." Death 1: Forensic Gaze Roll Result: Dead eye rolled: 5d10First Target Number: 8Second Target Number: 10Comment: Forensic Gaze Result: 9, 1, 3, 8, 9, For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, Total: 3 (( MA -- Argent Spyglass Sanctum Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Navy blue shawl neck sweater; Steel dowsing ring Pulse was up in his room typing away on his computer as he usually was. While he believed there were already maps of the local let lines hidden in some Mysterious vault somewhere, Pulse had considered it practice trying to map them out again. Worst case scenario he could test his methods and get experience with it, and best case scenario, he could find something the let lines were pointing to. His was currently loading his GPS data from his phone into the computer and creating a digital map of Boston with what information he had. Once he was told that there was a body outside, he narrowed his eyes and nodded his head, "I'll be right down..." He finished the line and saved his project before shutting it down. He grabbed a crystal off a bookshelf to assist, and made his way down to the alley. Occam's Razor would say this was most likely a mundane murder that the Cabal was just unfortunate enough to have right outside their Sanctum. If it was mundane, there was little Pulse could do, so he worked as if he expected it to be supernatural in some way. He stayed in the back, looking through the crystal to scan the scene, looking for any traces of the Supernal, as well as the general resonance of the man's murder. He figured any further physical investigation would take longer for less information that the Death-Mages would find. MechanicsCasting: 'Channel MANA' Words of Power (+2 to Pool) 3 Successes (Taking 1 MANA from the Hallow w/o Oblation. Casting: 'Supernal Vision' w/ Spell Cloak Increase Duration to 24 Hours (-2 to Pool); Words of Power (+2 to Pool); Spell Cloak (+1 to MANA Cost) 1 Success (Potency: 1, 24 Hours; 1 MANA Cost is reduced by Hallow to 0. Casting: 'Magic Shield' w/ Spell Cloak Increase Duration to 24 Hours (-2 to Pool); Words of Power (+2 to Pool); Spell Cloak (+1 to MANA Cost) 1 Success (Potency: 1, 24 Hours; 1 MANA Cost is reduced by Hallow to 0. Casting: 'Transform Aura' w/ Spell Cloak Increase Duration to 24 Hours (-2 to Pool); Words of Power (+2 to Pool); Spell Cloak (+1 to MANA Cost) 3 Successes (Potency: 3, 24 Hours; Have a Sleeper Aura; 1 MANA Cost is reduced by Hallow to 0. Scrutinizing the Scene: Using Supernal Vision (Prime Mage Sight)Potency: 1; Pool does not count bonus that Prime Sight offers against specific types of targets; nor am I counting my Occult Specialization in 'Supernal', Using a Crystal for +1, Extended over Six Turns -- 22 Successes (Spells:Supernal Vision (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Prime 'Mage Sight'Magic Shield (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Armor: 3/3, 1 MANA = 3 Armor vs Spells Transform Aura (Potency: 3, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Have a 'Sleeper' Aura. The good doctor was not a morning person, and ended up outside with a cup of coffee in hand. "Fuckin' hell, couldn't our murderer friend have been nice enough to push his busy schedule of killing back an hour?" He knew his companions would be using their Mage Sights to examine the scene. He fell back on his own mundane skill. Strapping on a pair of gloves, he set to work. "We should probably call the cops at least. They'll be nice enough to at least remove the body." Medicine Check:Angelo rolls 8d10-I love having Medicine 5! At 2015-01-31 12:09:15, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 8d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 4 (4 Success. Pretty good day, unless examining it is an extended, in which case I'll roll a few more times. Forensic gaze reveals two very important clues. 1. Donnie Off has died last night. 2. He died from being completely and utterly being drained of blood. There isn't any blood at the crime scene and very little on the body itself. That is not normal for a mundane murder. The blood was drained from the bite mark on his neck. Donnie had struggled against his attacker shown from the bruising, trying to fight them off.3. Supernal Vision reveals that no magic was used in the attack itself. There is however some sort of supernatural signature hanging round here. Definitely not a Mage, but something is not human. It is something Pulse has never seen before. Casual Medicine check and Dr. Angelo's knowledge reveals more clues. 4. The bite marks are actually a row of teeth, instead of 2 fangs like a vampire. Normally a vampire wouldn't be able to drain a grown man completely, unless they were starving. 5. The victim's pockets are empty. Someone stole his phone, wallet, and presumably car keys. The murder appears to be supernatural related, but not done by a Mage. You could canvas the REA and look for witnesses, report it to the police, or try something else. Dead eye relayed what he'd learned to his cabal-mates without any delay, and added "Once we're done here, I'm altering this body so it doesn't look like a vampire made this guy a midnight snack before we call the cops. We cannot let sleepers think that kind of shit is happening. And since I don't believe in coincidences, we need to find out who or what exactly killed him, where he was killed, so I can get hold of his ghost if he left one, and why he got dumped here, because he didn't very well walk here under his own power with no blood in his body. Call me paranoid, but this is too convenient, and besides if there's something leaving bodies like this lying around we need to put a stop to it anyway, whether this was targeted at us or not. First step is to dig into his life without looking like we're doing it." James 'Jacob' Footnote: When talking to James, call him Jacob, as it is his shadow-name. James had at first tried to ignore the noise he could hear from the outside. He was just in the middle of doing what he had been doing for some time after they finished furnishing up the place, which was slowly sipping beer and gazing into a wall. He quite enjoyed the place, and had decided to reward himself with some quiet after all the work they'd been going through. Even then, the noises kept growing in numbers, as if more and more people were gathering in the same place. Curious, James finally got off his chair, and began to walk out towards the front of the building. What he saw was... distasteful, to say the least." Fucking hell...", he muttered under his breath, not wanting to attract attention. "Don't call the blue men before we know what happened - we don't want to taint the scene of the happening, now do we?" He tried to act calm, but the sight of a dead human didn't sink in well with him. "Dead eye, if you could give me a more precise time, I might be able to use a trick of mine. Until then, I will go out front to make sure no one sees anything. It has to be a bit more precise than 'midnight', unless you want me to cast my trick for longer than what is healthy", he uttered before leaving the scene, trying to see if there were any sleepers coming closer. (( MA -- Argent Spyglass Sanctum Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Navy blue shawl neck sweater; Steel dowsing ring Pulse finished getting as many details as he could with his Mage Sight, and distinctly turned away so he didn't have to look at the body. As much as he would accept violence and death might be hard of his 'new' Awakened life; it was different to encounter it in a practical sense instead of the academic. He spoke out loud to the lot of them, "Doesn't seem like any Magic was used here. I haven't seen the signature of whatever did this before, but at least I should be able to identify it again..." He looked over towards Dead eye, nodding his head, "I think that's wise. We don't want the police investigating or suspecting us. It's possible he was killed as a coincidence, but I believe we should run under the assumption that this was done either because of his connection to us, or simple because he was heading towards us... It may not be personal, but that is the safer bet." He turned back to James, "In the case that this was tracked through you, you may want to warn any other allies you have to lie low. Again, better to be safe than sorry." (“Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6Ronia had actually been up an hour before sunrise that morning. The redhead had gone downstairs to their little gym and done a thirty-minute work out with her sword, then spent some time in meditation and spell casting—including a 'ward' that involved harnessing her temporal awareness defensively. (Now that she had a callow to work with, Sonia intended to do this daily.) After showering up and cooking breakfast—a big scramble not unlike a Denny's classic skillet big enough for everyone—the redhead sat back in a cozy chair in the office next to her bedroom and started fiddling with a new draft of a fantasy novel she was working on. Getting the news that something was very wrong, Sonia didn't bother to change into jeans. She slipped into her athletic shoes, took her sword back out of its display case to shoulder, and made her way downstairs with her ritual tools and purse. She was wearing her favorite black corset—so much more comfortable than a bra!--and a tiny pair of black shorts. Walking out into the alley to join the boys, the redhead growled and grit her teeth. Thanks to training with the adamant arrow, she had more experience with violence than some of them, but a human body was never a pleasant thing to see, and she'd only seen a few. The redhead's heart hammered, and her stomach lurched.“Jacob, I'm guessing you're as thinking of taking a look into the past to see what killed this guy? Think we could figure out how to work together on that?” Between Dead eye and Angelo you have worked out the EXACT time of DEATH. Jacob may cast his spell with precision. The party also notices drag marks leading to the dumpster from one end of the alley. Which means Donnie was killed elsewhere, and the body dumped in their dumpster. The marks lead out to the street. You see a homeless guy on the corner begging for change. Maybe he saw something. Also, the store across the street has a security camera pointing towards the alley that could hold evidence. James 'Jacob' EcoteJacob looked right and left, scanning the street for any nearby sleepers. The only person he could see was a random homeless man, who he definitely intended to talk to later. Besides that, blood and a camera... This could turn out messy if they didn't figure this out soon. Not feeling the man would pose any threat, he walked back inside, not wanting to waste any time." Thanks for the concern, Pulse, but this guy wasn't close to me. That and alerting any sleepers I know is just likely to track attention back to me - to us. We need to keep a low profile.," Jacob said, worry filling his voice up. "But before making any such decision, let's try to figure out what happened here. Don't worry Sonia, I can do this on my own... I hope. You go distract the man while I give it a shot." Duly noted, Jacob was trying his best not to eye Sonia at this very unfitting moment. He'd give her the eye later, he promised himself that. Postcognition, failure! At 2015-02-01 11:15:17, Leia (UID: 53673) rolls: 6d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 0 (( “Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6After poking around for a moment, Sonia nodded and said, “I'll go talk to the homeless guy.” She slipped inside and grabbed two big, ripe naval ranges and a six-pack of cherry cokes. She headed around from the front to the homeless guy, tossing one of the oranges up and down as she went. Once she got him to glance at her, the tall, busty redhead tossed him the orange and pulled another out of her purse. “Mind if I join you for a minute?” Quote from: Leia on 01-02-2015, 17:16:24OOC: Teamwork is on page 134 in the core rule book. You roll first, and then I add your number of successes to my number of dice.IOC: Sorry, you can't use teamwork to cast a spell. No one else knows the rote you are using or has equal dots in the Arcane required. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Quote from: Seth on 01-02-2015, 17:41:21OOC: Sorry, you can't use teamwork to cast a spell. No one else knows the rote you are using or has equal dots in the Arcane required. Three dots in Time doesn't suffice? (( MA -- Argent Spyglass Sanctum Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Navy blue shawl neck sweater; Steel dowsing ring Pulse glanced around at the scene, giving Sonia a nod as she went towards the hobo. Pulse made his way into the Sanctum to leave out the front door, taking the long way around the house to get to the street where the convenience store, and its camera, were situated. He stood off to the side, bringing his hand up and blowing into his ring, the Y shaped dial on it spinning before slowing down, swaying side to side, as if tracking something. Pulse reached his magic out towards the camera, running through what it had recorded an hour before, during, and an hour after the body was brought into the scene. In an instant, he viewed the scene, wrinkling his nose at the sight. He cleared his throat once he had the information, making his way back around and into the house to rejoin the others while mulling it over. MechanicsCasting: 'Electronic Eye' Words of Power (+2 to Pool) 4 Successes (Vulgar; Costs 1 MANA - Paradox: 1 Debase 2 Dice (Gnosis 3); -1 for Magical Tool 0 Successes (Spells:Supernal Vision (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Prime 'Mage Sight'Magic Shield (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Armor: 3/3, 1 MANA = 3 Armor vs Spells Transform Aura (Potency: 3, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Have a 'Sleeper' Aura. After figuring out the time of death, Angelo mentally ran through the various bits and pieces of supernatural lore he had picked up from his time training under Fallen, and his time as a Mysterious mage. After a little thought, he came up with a decent theory. "Seeing as the cause of death was a complete blood drain, it's plausible-" Angelo was a large fan of MythBusters-"that he was killed by a certain creature I remember reading about. A beast known as an 'Aswan', from the Philippines. Things would drain a man completely. However, that just raises a few questions-like why did the creature drag him into our alleyway, and what the fuck is a Southeast Asian creature doing in Boston? Would be like a Guido showing up in London..." Jacob's spell fails. But just saying he saw nothing would be kind of boring. So Jacob sees a flashback about a century or so into the past about some random goat taking a crap where he is standing. This is not relevant at all. Back in the present age Pulse has made some progress. The camera shows Donnie being dragged into the alley by a figure. The figure has the shape and size of a woman, but manages to carry a fat guy like Donnie easier than she should be able to. They came from up Charles street on foot. Looking up the street and following the occasional drag mark leads to a cheap flop house. Homeless guy Brad catches he is orange. He takes an eyeful of Sonia then replies,"It is a free country." Brad slips the Orange in his pocket. He then asks bounty,"It isn't my birthday last time I checked. What do you want Chesty La rue?" (“Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6The redhead grinned and sat down with her back to the wall next to Brad. She popped open a cherry coke and handed him the rest. "Well, the boys and i we getting some pretty creepy vibes from out here last night." She took a long drain on the coke. "We wondered if you saw anything." James 'Jacob' Cote"No!", Jacob suddenly began to yell, jumping back a good meter. Staring wildly at the spot the goat crapped, he couldn't help but wonder of that was real or if his magic was messing with him. It didn't take him long to figure out that he had to have screwed up somehow, so he tried to just shrug it off, turn around and see how the others were doing. He walked out the front, and saw Pulse walking towards him, Sonia talking to the homeless man on the other side of the street. He looked into pulses eyes, and it was easy to tell that he had found something - hopefully not something relating to goats. Whatever he had found, it was probably more important than what Jacob had just witnessed. In order to quietly signal his failure, Jacob shook his head. "What about you?" (( MA -- Argent Spyglass Sanctum Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Navy blue shawl neck sweater; Steel dowsing ring Pulse smiled to Jacob and the rest of the gathered Cabal, nodding his head, "Camera shows a woman carried him, but clearly something unnatural was happening there, given the size of her and the size of him. I could recognize her if I saw her again. He wasn't killed here, but it seems like it came from down Charles Street... I think from somewhere near that hostel. Not sure if we'll find her there or not, we might be able to find more information from there..." He gave a weak smile, "Have we disguised the body yet and called the police? We should move quickly -- if she's on the move, time could be a factor." MechanicsActive Spells:Supernal Vision (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Prime 'Mage Sight'Magic Shield (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Armor: 3/3, 1 MANA = 3 Armor vs Spells Transform Aura (Potency: 3, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Have a 'Sleeper' Aura. (had gotten distracted from the dead man by the very much alive Sonia. One thing about Arrows was they were almost always physically fit and usually pretty good-looking people. He had actually dropped some cigarette ash on the corpse before he snapped out of it his boob-induced trance when Pulse asked if he'd masked the corpse, and turned his attention back to the problem at hand." This one's tricky. I'll have to make the bite marks look like knife wounds, otherwise the blood draining won't be believable. Doc, what's the best place to put knife wounds to efficiently drain the blood from a corpse?" Meanwhile, he destroyed all physical traces of his and his cabal-mates' presence, speaking the words of High Speech to empower the spell. SpellDoing an improve version of the spell Forensic Invisibility (which can be found here along with every other rote ever in a publishing Awakening book) to find and wipe away all physical evidence of his and his cabal mates having messed with the body or even been here. Roll Result: Dead eye rolled: 6d10, extra dice at 10First Target Number: 8Comment: Forensic Invisibility Result: 2, 7, 3, 9, 10, 5, 6, For: 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, Total: 2 Angelo had been lost in theory when Dead eye spoke up. "Oh, it's simple. Slash across the jugular vein, right there." He pointed out the vein. "Just make it look like a particularly deep cut and any forensic expert will believe you. Unless the examiner is also a Mage-at which point we have other problems." He looked over to Pulse and nodded. "At the very least, if we're over at the actual scene, we might figure out a few more things than we would here. But we shouldn't all go at once. Half a dozen people in an alleyway looks suspicious." Quote from: Muse on 02-02-2015, 08:21:55The redhead grinned and sat down with her back to the wall next to Brad. She popped open a cherry coke and handed him the rest. "Well, the boys and i we getting some pretty creepy vibes from out here last night." She took a long drain on the coke. "We wondered if you saw anything." Brad nodded and then said, "I heard Singing coming from the flophouse up Charles street. I sleep in the alley sometimes. When I looked for the source it was coming from an Asian woman. A cute one to. She met some fat guy in an expensive suit, and they went inside together. I assumed she was meeting her boyfriend. She said something about meeting her husband tomorrow so they had to hurry. It may sound silly, but I found her voice really nice, almost hypnotic." Brad then shakes his head and asks,"Are you going to board all those cokes Red?" James 'Jacob' Erstwhile Jacob wasn't too fond of the idea of having the police running around in his backyard, especially not for a murder case, he had to agree by now. If anyone else found them, they'd do it for them, after all." Yea, let me handle the police. I'll go give them a call right away and 'take care of them' as they get here. You guys can go in the meantime to follow the clues, okay?" Without really waiting for a response, he pulled out a cellphone from his pocket, and slowly began to dial 911. "I'll just go inside", he mumbled lowly, waltzing in through the entrance to their sanctum. ("Guess it's the same for people as it is for animals. That's a depressing thought." he'd drained the blood from more dead deer and other game than he could count, as hunting was a pastime he'd enjoyed with his dad for since he could walk. He focused, and formed the imago in his mind as he spoke the words to empower the spell, nodding at the results of his work. It was minimal, but it would do." I'll stay here and help deal with the cops, and go looking for some talkative ghosts later. Cops don't tend to give Millers a hard time, for obvious reasons." being from a wealthy and influential family sometimes had its perks, and this was one of those times." Corpse Mask Roll Result: Dead eye rolled: 5d10, extra dice at 10First Target Number: 8Comment: Corpse Mask Result: 8, 2, 1, 6, 4, For: 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, Total: 1 (“Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6Ronia thanked the homless guy and left the rest of the cokes on the ground as she stood. She looked at the second orange, shrugged, and dropped it in his hand as well. "Good luck." The redhead made her way back to the boys and shared what she'd learned. "Seems we might want to check it out. Just the fact that it made enough of an impression on the guy that my question brought it up says it's interesting." When they mentioned going, she nodded. "Let me put my sword in the trunk and put on some jeans." (( MA -- Argent Spyglass Sanctum Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Navy blue shawl neck sweater, Leather Jacket; Steel dowsing ring Pulse nodded as people made their claims. He waited for Sonia to finish up talking to the hobo. The fact that she was willing to talk to him was exactly why he wanted her to come along. He looked over at the rest of the Cabal and smiles, "Anybody else is welcome to come with." He looks back at Sonia, "I suppose I'll get my gun just in case. Then I'm ready to leave when you are." Pulse made his way back upstairs to his room, pulling his sweater up and off his head and tossing it aside, revealing a dark blue graphic t-shirt. A holster and a leather jacket were pulled on to help obscure the gun and offer some protection. He made his way back downstairs, waiting for Sonia and following along. MechanicsActive Spells:Supernal Vision (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Prime 'Mage Sight'Magic Shield (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Armor: 3/3, 1 MANA = 3 Armor vs Spells Transform Aura (Potency: 3, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Have a 'Sleeper' Aura. James 'Jacob' Emotes he waited for the cops to pick up his call, he quickly responded to the other's conversation." Deadeye, I'll stay with you. I'm a good talker. Sonia, Pulse, keep those weapons hidden no matter the cost, or there'll be trouble. Which means that you, Sonia, you might want to bring a different weapon." Although he didn't want to sound commanding nor vague, the police could pick up the phone at any moment. With that in mind, he made sure to distance himself from the group by going further inside the sanctum, so that the police wouldn't be able to catch their voices. Jacob would hear the other end of the phone pick up. A woman then said,"You have reached the Boston Police department. How may we help you?" Time to explain that you found Donnie dead in your dumpster. As for Pulse and Sonia, the cheap motel up the street was really named "The Flophouse". It offers cramped rooms at cheap prices, but most customers like to rent by the hour and pay cash. Pulse would find an open spot to park out right front. There is no one outside and bored looking Asian man behind the counter in the lobby reading a newspaper. He glances as the two enter then looks back at his paper and speaks,"If you two need a room just ask. We have hourly rates and a variety to choose from." (“Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6Ronia smiled to Jacob and showed him that she was putting the sheathed sword in the trunk of the car, beneath the rug, with the spare tire. "I carry a colapsable button and a taser in my purse when I can," she explained. The redhead's lips twitched in an amused grin at the implication that Pulse was hiring her for companionship. If this comfortably revealing outfit made the clerk assume her virtue was negotiable, what would he think if he saw her Red Sonja costume? How to go about this... She might be able to claim she was looking for a friend? Working girls were about as likely to use their real names as mages were. Sure, why not. She walked up to the counter, not putting any deliberate sway int her hips but moving with natural sensuality—and the heals on her boots helped too. She did deliberately choose to give the guy must a little extra cleavage show when she put her hands on the counter and met his eyes. “I was actually wondering if you could help me, sir,” she began. “I had a friend in high school—Ami. We lost touch after she went to music school and I went to state college. I found out a few weeks ago that she got into a mess, dropped out of the conservatory, and pretty much disappeared. I think she might be working around here. She's gorgeous and kinda petite. If you've ever heard her sing, you'd remember her. Her voice is like magic.” James 'Jacob' Erstwhile Jacob did have a lot of experience with talking, he wasn't quite used to conversing about a murder. He could only assume a tone of extreme sensibility and distress would work in his favor, and so, he tried his best." Hello, I uhm... There... Is a body outside. I recognize his face... I... Furthermore, I just really need you to come here as fast as possible. Furthermore, I'll just give you the address straight away, and then you can come here and see... It." Following those words, he gave the police their address and awaited their response. (went inside to grab a jacket he could throw over himself and conceal his gun, then headed back out, leaning against the building and managing to somehow still look cool and slightly intimidating in his pajamas, whilst taking the time to layer a few protective spells on himself as he waited. Like most Moro's very little ruffled him, especially death. It was just hard to truly scare someone who had walked in the Abode of Shades and come out of it still alive, and they'd need someone with a cool head and enough clout to not be unduly hassled to talk to the police. SpellsRoll Result: Dead eye rolled: 10d10, extra dice at 10First Target Number: 8Comment: Unseen Aegis Result: 6, 5, 1, 5, 10, 8, 1, 8, 5, 4, 7, For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, Total: 3Roll Result: Dead eye rolled: 10d10, extra dice at 10First Target Number: 8Comment: Dark Matter Result: 10, 10, 2, 3, 5, 4, 7, 1, 1, 3, 6, 4, For: 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, Total: 2 The police show up and start roping off the dumpster and alley as a crime scene. Homicide Detectives Goren and Games ask to take everyone's statement starting with James Cote. Meanwhile, the Crime Scene Investigators are busy collecting evidence on the late Donnie Off's murder. With that happening the detectives come into the closest thing you guys have as a living room and begin. "So Mr. Cote. Please tell me exactly how you found the body. Please don't spare any details," said Detective Goren. James 'Jacob' Cote"Yes, I will. Not that there is a lot to tell though. I was sitting in the distillery when I heard a ruckus from the outside. I heard gasps, I heard moans of disbelief, and finally, I saw it for myself." Jacob dramatically points his finger towards the entrance of the sanctum, a stressed expression flicking across his face." Right out there, I saw it. It didn't take me long to identify the victim either, because he used to be somewhat of a legend within my business. Donnie Off. One of the greatest businessmen around... At-least some saw him that way. Others saw him more as a... Problem, to say the least. Now, I'm not too good with blood and death in general, so I didn't look for too long. One thing was certain, it didn't look like an accident... I don't know... It's weird to think about how that could've been me." Jacob silenced, awaiting the detective's response. The bored man behind the counter puts down his newspaper and glares at Sonia. "I run a hotel not a brothel. No girl 'works' here unless it is housekeeping services," replies the Asian man. Uh oh, Sonia has slipped. Make a new statement with a social skill check to try and bring him back around. Pulse you might want to jump in and help. (( MA -- Argent Spyglass Sanctum Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Navy blue shawl neck sweater, Leather Jacket; Steel dowsing ring Pulse forced a smile at the bored man's answer even if it was ruder than they needed. He looked back at Sonia and gave a nod and a shrug that seemed to suggest they had some understanding, even if they really hadn't planned anything. He reached into his back pocket in an obvious motion, pulling his wallet out. Furthermore, he looked inside, shaking his hand to send a little motion through his dowsing ring, muttering under his breath briefly. Furthermore, he flipped through the small bills he had in his wallet, pushing his magic through them. An 'Ephemeral Image' was laid over each of the $1 and $5 bills, making them each into a $20 for the time being. He finally pulled the cash-out and put it on the counter, sliding it towards the clerk but keeping his hand just over it, "Didn't mean working in here. Working nearby, but staying here." He offered the description he saw from the camera, "Just need to know whatever you know, and we can let you get back to your job." He gave the money a little tap with the fingers that were over it. MechanicsCasting 'Ephemeral Image'Words of Power (+2 to Pool) 5 Successes (Vulgar; Turn the $1s and $5s I'm giving the guy into $20s for a Bribe. Paradox: 0 Successes (the Clerk Manipulation + Persuasion; +3 from Bribe, +3 from Willpower: 1 Success (Spells:Supernal Vision (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Prime 'Mage Sight'Magic Shield (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Armor: 3/3, 1 MANA = 3 Armor vs Spells Transform Aura (Potency: 3, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Have a 'Sleeper' Aura. Ephemeral Image (Potency: 5, 1 Scene) Made $1/$5 look like twenties. The bored man's eyes bulge a little as Pulse lays what he thinks is 20s on the table. His posture and attitude change before you're very eyes. "There is a woman who stays here sometimes, each with a different gentleman. She was from the Philippines and sometimes sang. The woman always paid in cash and used a different name to check in," replies the Asian manager. He then takes all the money on the counter and pockets it. He then takes a key from the wall and slides it to you. "That is all I know. This is the key to the room she rented last night and housekeeping hasn't been there yet. Room 1-A. I'll count the room as rented for now," explains the man. Mechanics Pulse Succeeded Angelo hit the 'Net, looking for any traces of the Aswan creature to help support what he already knew. He realized that talking to the Mysterious would probably get him the results he needed a lot faster, but they tended to require something of equal value exchanged. Plus, self-discovery and improvement was something he did. His Googling resulted in the usual suspects for the most part-bad Twilight fan fiction, Tumblr blogs, crap without a grain of truth. There were some sites by conspiracy theorists and Bigfoot hunters that actually DID contain bits of what Angelo needed, but only bits. He spent two hours looking for these details, taking up most of his morning. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2015-02-07 20:29:38, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 5d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 3 (2015-02-07 20:29:45, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 5d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 0 (2015-02-07 20:29:52, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 5d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 1 (2015-02-07 20:29:57, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 5d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 3 (roll represents 30 minutes) What Dr. Angelo learned about the Aswan.1. Aswan appear as human woman during the daylight hours. All Aswan are female and they do not sleep. At night, they are hideous hags with razor sharp teeth.2. Aswan are living creatures that can be killed the same way as humans.3. Aswan need to feed on large amounts of human blood (15 points per week). They cannot gain sustenance from animal blood or food.4. Aswan have Siren song that can attract men. Once the man sees the Aswan's hideous face the spell is broken. It must be used in person and don't work via telephone or recording. Quote from: Leia on 07-02-2015, 10:59:33 James 'Jacob' Cote"Yes, I will. Not that there is a lot to tell though. I was sitting in the distillery when I heard a ruckus from the outside. I heard gasps, I heard moans of disbelief, and finally, I saw it for myself." Jacob dramatically points his finger towards the entrance of the sanctum, a stressed expression flicking across his face." Right out there, I saw it. It didn't take me long to identify the victim either, because he used to be somewhat of a legend within my business. Donnie Off. One of the greatest businessmen around... At-least some saw him that way. Others saw him more as a... Problem, to say the least. Now, I'm not too good with blood and death in general, so I didn't look for too long. One thing was certain, it didn't look like an accident... I don't know... It's weird to think about how that could've been me." Jacob silenced, awaiting the detective's response. Goren took the statement on paper. "Well it appears to be a robbery at first glance. Though more may come up. Having his name will help. Did you know the victim well? Can you think of anyone wishing to hurt him?" asked Goren. Then DetectiveEames added,"We will need to talk to everyone that was her east night. Where are they? Did none here any strange noises?" James 'Jacob' Cote"No, I didn't. I only knew him through legends. And yes, one could say he's had some clients that don't favor him too highly - don't remember their names though. I'm sure you can figure something out if you go talk to his colleagues or his employers. Also, besides the homeless man over on the other side of the street, I don't think anyone heard or saw anything before this morning, sorry to say." The detectives question Angelo and Dead eye getting the same exact story. The detectives then leave to go question Homeless Brad. The CSI has taken over the area around the dumpster and swarm over it like scrambling ants. With those pesky sleepers out of their collective hair for now, Jacob, Dead eye, and Dr. Angelo have a chance to regroup and share what they learned. (“Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6Ronia grumbled quietly, not sure how the man had gone from 'works around here' to 'works here.' She was more disappointed that her appeal to the man's companion had failed, and it had cost Pulse a hefty roll of 20s. Rolling with it, the redhead started down the hall towards the room they'd been referred too, focusing her thoughts on what she could do to investigate the room. (( MA -- Argent Spyglass Sanctum Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Navy blue shawl neck sweater, Leather Jacket; Steel dowsing ring Pulse gives a smile to the man and a nod, leaning in to take the key, "Thanks. We won't be long." He looks over to Sonia and jerks his head to the side to lead them out. He looked around along the walls and hallway as they made their way to the room itself. Furthermore, he did his best to keep the grin off his face until they were out of sight of the clerk. Once he's at the door, he takes a scan around; a cursory scan to see if anybody else was watching the room or investigating the same as they were. He uses the key to open the door and let them both in. Once the police departed, Angelo was quick to pull Dead eye and Jacob aside and explained about the Aswan. "Assuming I was correct about the Aswan-which, considering the footage we pulled from that security camera, I'm pretty sure we're on the right track-then we need to find it and eliminate it quickly. These things drink blood, like vampires, but they take a lot more-approximately 3 gallons of the stuff, which translates out to two adult males a week. To make matters worse, they have a powerful hypnotic song to lure in their catches." Angelo already theorized that the "Mental Shield" spell would be incredibly useful against them. "But, the good news: They don't have any special resistance to bullets or swords. So if you can get past the song and the razor sharp teeth, putting them down is easy. I know, easier said then done." He concluded. "Any questions?" The hall was empty. Pulse opened the door to a somewhat startling sight. Pulse and Sonia would be greeted by the visage of a disheveled room. The blood stains on the bed indicate this must be where Donnie was actually killed. His wallet is also here, all cash removed. There is no sign of his car keys though. Pulse's mage sight can see traces of they same bizarre MANA from the dumpster he saw before. So what do you guys do? James 'Jacob' Codenames gave Angelo a stern look, because he himself knew very well what this meant. "You mean to tell me I'm the one who's going to have to face it, don't you?", he muttered under a somewhat distraught breath, extended beyond normal into some sort of odd sigh. "I can do it. I believe myself to be rather mentally resilient when I want to... Though, this does worry me - doesn't it mean that if the thing is still present in the town, our friends are in grave danger?" Without hesitation, he walked up to their hallow and cast the spell, using all of his will to make sure the spell worked out. He also made sure it'd last longer than a single scene. At 2015-02-15 15:58:23, Leia (UID: 53673) rolls: 7d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 0 (he really didn't have any luck with his magic that day. He'd have to cast the spell as he occasions needed it. Unsuccessful, he we back down to Angelo and shrug his head. "My magic isn't working today. I wonder if I'm cursed or something. Either way, we should get going, and fast" (shook his head at the doctor. It seemed pretty clear. "So find it, keep it from singing, and put a bullet in it. Sounds simple enough."he thought about it for a moment then and realized he was not confident in the ability of his cabal-mates, save his fellow Arrow Sonia, to handle themselves in a scrape. "Remind me to get you guys some better weapons, and we need to do some regular cabal team training days so we're all fightin' fit." (“Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6Ronia took a few steps into the room, nose wrinkling. This time she kept a totally professional air. She glanced back at Pulse with a reassuring nod. “I'm going to take a look else when right quick. I need you to watch my back for just a moment.” The redhead spoke softly in Atlantic, eyes closing. When they opened again, she tried to peer across the stream of time. At 2015-02-16 15:09:40, Sonia (UID: 16) rolls: 6d10 tn1: 8 tn2: 10 Result: 2 ("We should meet up with Pulse and Sonia. They're running around blind right now." Angelo said. "Where did they go, anyway?" He shrugged and went off to grab his pistol and his Katina, throwing his doctor's coat over himself to conceal it. If only he could be invisible...wait, technically, he could. The Mind Arcane offered an option to make himself unremarkable, and thus, ignored. The difficulty was in weaving the spell-his grasp on magic wasn't as good as he liked. Incognito! Mind 2+ Gnosis 1-Mind spell, so the Improve spell costs me nothing. At 2015-02-16 15:16:01, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 3d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 0 (didn't work, though I don't know if anything's stopping me from trying again. Frustrated with his lack of skill, he returned to Jacob and Dead eye. "Well, grab whatever gear you need and let's go." Using the time of Death Sonia peers into the past. The red head sees the Murderess as she feeds on Donnie. The Aswan was hideous to put it bluntly. Her hair was clumped in gnarly strands. Her skin was stretched over her Face tightly with veins standing out grotesquely in thick ropes on her face and hands. Furthermore, her nails and eight elongated canine teeth are sharp. After feeding on Donnie, her abdomen was bloated and her skin was flush with a red tinge. The vision ends with her pocketing Donnie's car keys. In the real world Pulse would notice two detectives making their way to the motel. No doubt they were here to investigate the murder. It was time to get scarce. Quote from: Angiejuusan on 16-02-2015, 22:17:20"We should meet up with Pulse and Sonia. They're running around blind right now." Angelo said. "Where did they go, anyway?" He shrugged and went off to grab his pistol and his Katina, throwing his doctor's coat over himself to conceal it. If only he could be invisible...wait, technically, he could. The Mind Arcane offered an option to make himself unremarkable, and thus, ignored. The difficulty was in weaving the spell-his grasp on magic wasn't as good as he liked. Incognito! Mind 2+ Gnosis 1-Mind spell, so the Improve spell costs me nothing. At 2015-02-16 15:16:01, Angiejuusan (UID: 37215) rolls: 3d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 0 (didn't work, though I don't know if anything's stopping me from trying again. Frustrated with his lack of skill, he returned to Jacob and Dead eye. "Well, grab whatever gear you need and let's go." Even without magic no one really notices you exit. The trio heads out the front door and take a car. They make their way to the sleazy motel Pulse & Sonia were going to check out. When they are about a block or so away they can see the detectives they spoke to earlier making there way towards the 'Flop House'. They also see Sonia's car parked in the parking lot, indicating the two are still inside. Thank God for cell phones. Angelo immediately popped out his outdated model and fired off a quick text at Pulse. Muggle law coming inside. If you're somewhere you shouldn't be, get out. He hit the send button, then immediately followed up with another. I know what we're after. Come outside and we'll talk. (( MA -- The Flophouse Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Leather Jacket; Steel dowsing ring Pulse stayed in the doorway, looking around behind him to ensure nobody else walked by, while giving the room a cursory glance over. He skimmed the room with his Mage Sight on, scanning for any evidence of the Supernal. He could have tried to comb the room for clues, but Sonia's magic, combined with the information we already had, would do wonders more than any idle clues. Once she was done, he glanced at his phone, getting the text about the police just as he saw the car starting to pull in. He looked up at Sonia, "We should get going..." He jerked his head towards the door, making his way out. Once Sonia left, he stuck the room key in the lock, and made a quick effort of wiping his prints off the handle and the key. Once Sonia shared what she had seen, he leads the pair into the parking lot, "Maybe try that again out here... aim for right when you saw him leave the room. Maybe we can get an idea on the make and model of Donnie's car -- a license plate would work even better. We could maybe track her from there." James 'Jacob' EcoteRegardless of what actions he could possibly take, he had no reason to not just go up and talk to them. Either he'd be able to stall them from discovering something they shouldn't, or he'd simply sate his curiosity - why were they there? James' didn't call himself an eccentric for nothing. With confidence in his every step, he went straight up to them, suited up as per usual and completely unarmed, for that was how he did his 'fighting'. "Hey, you two!", he called, running up to them after he got their attention. "What are you doing around these parts? Is there something going on in this motel?", he started, carefully awaiting their response with a confident smile on his face. Depending on how they'd respond, he'd scramble or dig deeper - so he just waited. Detective Goren and detective Games turned around to face James. "Ah! Mr. Cote. We are doing a routine canvas of the area. Dotting the i's, crossing the t's, that sort of thing. Did you remember anything by chance?" says Detective Goren. Jacob is trying to Fast Talk the detectives so they are distracted while Sonia and Pulse escape out the window or some such. Laa roll Manipulation + Persuasion. This will be a contested roll vs Detective Goren. James 'Jacob' Esoterist talk, 3 successes At 2015-02-22 10:39:45, Leia (UID: 53673) rolls: 7d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 3 (shook his head, his nerves calming down as he received a seemingly friendly response from the detectives. "It's just that there are some few things you might want to know about this place before going in, detectives...", he silenced for a moment, looking away for a second as if to be lost in thought. "The people inside, they're not normal people. I wouldn't call them criminal, but I wouldn't dare say they aren't so. The men and women who walk in here without a care, they carry a bit more than pocket change..." Jacob began to spin a tale of the terrifying customers the motel attracted, hoping that the tale would keep their intrigue for long enough for Pulse and Sonia to get away. He could only pray they didn't feel too busy on that particular day. The detectives listen to Jacob's tale intently. It is almost as if they are mesmerized. Pulse and Sonia better get going while the getting is good. Resist fast talk 0 successes At 2015-02-22 13:42:27, Goren (UID: 46037) rolls: 6d10 tn1: 8 Result: 0 (( “Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6Ronia glanced along the street at where Jacob was talking to the police. She strode briskly about her business, but paused when she got to the parking lot and spoke the words of power again, trying to look back in time to find the Donna's car--hopefully get its license plate and maybe see something interesting. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide2 successes on postcognition. (I messed up the roller a bit.) At 2015-02-23 03:20:34, Sonia (UID: 16) rolls: 1d10 tn1: 8 Result: 1 (2015-02-23 03:19:47, Sonia (UID: 16) rolls: 6d10 tn1: 9 tn2: 10 Result: 2 (( gets the make and model of the car is Mercedes-Benz S550 2014. (Pictured above.) Sonia also get' the license plate number. The party has found all possible clues they can find at the Flop House. Now is probably a good time for them to all meet up. (( MA -- The Flophouse Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Leather Jacket; Steel dowsing ring With a description and plate in hand, Pulse made his way out of the parking lot with Sonia towards her car. He didn't get in, giving her a smile, "Head on back, I'm going to see if the local traffic cameras can give us an idea of where she went. I'll shoot you a text when I have a direction, but we'll have to move quickly once we have an idea where she is. So just get everybody good to go..." He gave the car a little pat and made his way down along the sidewalk closer to the center of town. He had his hands in his pockets. Once he got to an intersection where there was a traffic cam, he pulled a hand out. He flicked the dowsing rod on his ring with his thumb, letting it spin and slowly sync into place before muttering a few words under his breath. Once in, he tried scouring the memory banks, trying to find a timeline by which cameras the car passed by, and at what times. He was hoping to find any other stops the potential Aswan had made, or optimally, where she was now. MechanicsCasting: 'Electronic Eye' Words of Power (+2 to Pool) 3 Successes (Vulgar; Costs 1 MANA - Paradox: 1 Debase 2 Dice (Gnosis 3); -1 for Magical Tool 0 Successes (Spells:Supernal Vision (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Prime 'Mage Sight'Magic Shield (Potency: 1, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Armor: 3/3, 1 MANA = 3 Armor vs Spells Transform Aura (Potency: 3, 24 Hours) Cloaked, Have a 'Sleeper' Aura. (Pulse spots the car on the traffic cams and is able to track this Mercedes-Benz to an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. So here is the recap of what happened thus far. An Aswan murdered Donnie by drinking all his blood and dumped his body in your dumpster. She also stole his car. During the day she looks like an attractive woman from the Philippians, and she has a magic song that can manipulate men. So you can't discount she may have some guy as thralls working for her. Now you all need to make a plan and take this beast out. (( MA -- Sanctum Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Leather Jacket; Steel dowsing ring Pulse got the information, pulling out his phone and jotting down the information so he didn't forget the specifics. He made his way back down the street, moving at a faster pace to get back to the Sanctum to tell the news. Once everybody was together, he let them know what he found... "So, do we have a plan besides 'hit the creature a zillion times and see what happens'?" Angelo asked, considering the options for dealing with the 'woman'. "We'll need some kind of non-lethal options if she has any thralls around. If we are going the direct route, well, I hope you've all been practicing your Shielding magic." The last bit was spoken with a little bit of dry sarcasm-he was well aware that a couple members of this cabal used the Hallow's MANA to cast day long shield magic. James 'Jacob' Codenames didn't like violent encounters at all. It wasn't, to put it mildly, his specialty. "I'm not sure how I'm going to do all this. In the end though, I... I guess I'd be the most likely person to act as a scapegoat.", he muttered, eyes staring into the distance in a worried manner. "Man, I could do with a beer right about now, damn... Either way, we only know where she might be - we know nothing about the warehouse itself. It might be packed with enemies. Perhaps doing some preliminary scouting could be useful, yea?" (“Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6Ronia touched James on the forearm and gave a measuring smile. "It's okay. I'll take the brunt of this. You just do your part however seems best to you, okay?" She glanced around at the others. "Can anyone make it so we're less likely to get ranged up in the police investigations? Make us harder to notice? Or leave fewer traces?" (( MA -- Sanctum Date/Time:Saturday, 7:00 AM Tagging:Open Wearing:Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Leather Jacket; Steel dowsing ring Pulse reached up and scratched the back of his head, "Well if we wait until night fall... I can give us all night-vision. Then we just shoot out the lights and we have the advantage. I'm not sure if I want to wait until night fall though. I'd rather scope the place out from a distance if we had the capability. Without that though... I suggest we get there, do a quick sweep for possible exits -- if we can spread out and cover all of them, we can flank that way. Assuming the warehouse is one big room..." He wrinkled his nose as his plan seemed less helpful." He glanced over towards Jacob and offered a smile, "I'm sure you've got some way to create a distraction or cause confusion even if you can't literally put bullets in their body. Regardless, she might have other victims. Getting Sleepers out and getting them uh... how should we say... debriefed would be helpful." (“Sonia” Fran sen(Click to Show/Hide Active Spells: Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor. Health 8/8Mana: 7/10Willpower 6/6"I've got some experience driving under pressure," Sonia offered. "How about I take the wheel? And Pulse can take charge of casing the place?" Right, so that night all five of you go down to the warehouse armed to the teeth to slay this wench. You creep inside to see her in full on monster form with 4 Latino gangbangers calmly talking about the next score. Clearly these guys are not sleepers to stare the supernatural in the face like that calmly. "Well mama, the lord of bones wants us to fence this stuff and move the operation. Apparently some spell fingers are setting up in the area," one of them says. He then looks over and spots you all lurking in the shadows and says,"Shit! It's them! Kill them!" InitiativeAngelo 9Dead Eye 17Jacob 6Ronia 10Pulse 11Aswang 10gang banger a 15GB b 15GB C 13GB D 15Turn order Dead Eye Gang Banger Gang Banger Gang Banger Gang Banger CPulseRoniaAswangAngeloJacob Dead Eye whips out his trusty pistol and shoots Gang Banger A. A bullet buries itself into the Man's shoulder. At 2015-03-05 17:46:03, Dead Eye (UID: 46037) rolls: 8d10e10 tn1: 8 Result: 2[/URL (

(MtA) Hunt For the Unknown - Game Thread|rating:3.0

Forest Guardian (Full Metal & Silvermyst)

(of differing sizes twirl through the air, carried by the early winds of spring. There is still a chill in the air, but deep within ​the woods, far from the prying eyes of rest of the world, the warmth of the coming season sunlight pierces through the cover. Stepping carefully over some protruding roots, a young man presses his gloved hand to the bark of an old oak tree. He closes his eyes and breathes deep, his dark hair tied up in a braided ponytail falls onto his shoulder. Gripped tight in one hand he carries with him a sycamore staff, as tall as his slender form. At the head of the staff an ornate golden figurehead, housing a strange floating white orb. His breathing slows as energy radiates out from his touch on the tree. Pulsing in silent harmony. Leodan, sworn guardian of the forest, was tasked many moons ago with observing and protecting the natural order of the woods. A task that had become harder and harder over the years with the encroaching presence of a nearby human settlement. They did not know, or need to know, about him and the line of guardians that came before. But he knew about humans, at least as much as any guardian did. Heard many a tale of their wastefulness, their disrespect and worse still their destruction of the natural world. All for the sake of so-called progress. They cared nothing for the harmony of the world around them. But Leo Dan would fulfill his duty, the promise he made. Taking his hand from the tree he reached up to the pendant around his neck. Clasping it firmly. He would fulfill his duty, he repeated to himself. (stared out the window of her kitchen area of her small cabin on the edge of the forest. It was located outside the settlement a good two miles. One could see the settlement off in the distance, but it was far off. She was a beautiful girl, but kept to herself. She had a small garden, where she grew all her own fresh vegetables, fruits, and herbs. Furthermore, she had chickens for eggs, and a couple pigs. Other than that, she knew how to hunt and would do so for meat. She turned to look around her home. It was small. One large room was the kitchen, dining, and living rooms. Then there was the bedroom and bathroom. The settlement was progressing, but she was living in a more off the land kind of way. She had a few modern things, like the plumbing, but not much else. She had a large fireplace for heat, but used candles for light. Furthermore, she moved to the bedroom and grabbed her book before going to the couch to read. Walking away from the old oak at the heart of the forest, Leo Dan followed the trail of a small brook. He stayed close to the flowing stream until it wound back on itself, forming a pool of crystal clear water. He knelt down and splashed some water on his face. Cupping his hands he lifted some water to his lips and instantly started to feel rejuvenated by the powers hidden within. Kneeling there he gave thanks to nature, as he stared at his reflection. His young appearance hid the countless years of experience in every action he took in the woods. With the sun rising higher into the sky, it was time for today's vigil. Leo Dan took his position sitting cross-legged on an old tree stump, in a quiet little spot near the pool of water. Holding it in both hands he lifted his staff high into the air. Sunlight catching and reflecting on the surface of the white orb, scattering light all around. Silence fell all around the guardian, as his mind turned inwards. "Gaea, Goddess of Nature, let me see, let me know." The mantra flowed from his lips as he planted his staff in the ground. The same mystic energy from the oak tree, radiated out through the ground, spreading like roots. Roots that connected everything of the forest. It stretched further and further to the very edge of the woods. Leo Dan searched with that energy, monitored all he could, for any disturbance that called for his intervention. All seemed calm. Until a stabbing pain shot down his side. It snapped him back to reality with a start. "Something's wrong." Leo Dan leaped up, dashing away from the tree stump. In the direction of the human settlement. Elizabeth got dressed for the day in a simple purple dress. One that she had made herself. It had black accents and complimented her figure and dark hair perfectly. Elizabeth was a beautiful woman, young and smart as well. She was a beautiful petite woman. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Elizabeth pulled on her boots. She did not wear the heels the women of the settlement wore. Leaving her room, then out the front door, Elizabeth went to the garden. She grabbed her basket and tools before going into the garden. She kneeled down and got to work picking what was ripe, trimming weeds, and just doing her general everyday gardening. Furthermore, she jerked her head as she heard commotion off in the distance. Furthermore, she dropped her stuff and before around to the front of her home and down the path some. Furthermore, she looked down alone the forest edge and saw a group of people and a raging fire. Furthermore, she saw as they were desperate to put out the fire. Elizabeth ran back into her home to grab a bucket and headed for the stream to get water to attempt to help. Leo Dan raced with determination through the forest. The disturbance had been right on the edge of his vision, so he hadn't been able to get a clear picture of it. But as he drew closer he could feel the panic and distress of the woodland creatures, even without meditating to heighten his senses. Birds, rabbits, deer and foxes all were fleeing in the opposite direction, scattering to get away. His feet suddenly stopped in their tracks, as he finally got a clear view of the disturbance. Heart pounding in his chest, yet barely out of breathe, Leo Dan tried to take stock of what was happening. A raging fire was spreading into the forest. Normally a forest fire wouldn't have caused such panic in the guardian, as they were a part of the cycle of nature, a way to clear things away and revitalize the soil for future life to spring forth. But this one seemed different. "Quick get more water! Hurry! It could burn down the whole woods." The shouts of panic and desperation were just barely audible from the other side of the roaring blaze. But the voices were clearly humans. So that was what made this fire different, it wasn't natural at all, it was the result of human carelessness. His expression turning into a scowl. Still this blaze couldn't be left unchecked. As guardian of the forest, Leo Dan had to do something to stop it spreading any further. And do it quickly before those humans caught sight of him. Luckily there were many trees, as well as the fire, between them. So gripping his staff tightly with one hand he raised the other to the white orb, calling forth some of the magic locked within and set to work. Elizabeth filled her bucket and was headed back to the fire to help get the ground in front of the fire wet and keep it from spreading. She spotted a man with a staff that was glowing. She stopped and watched as the man used, what she could only describe as magic, to put out the flames. Slowly, the fire began to die down and weaken. On the other side, the humans were able to get the fire contained and put out. She watched as the hooded man lowered his staff and looked a bit worn from using his magic. Suddenly there was a cracking sound and before either of them knew it, a large limb from a damaged tree fell from above and landed on Leo Dan. Elizabeth dropped the bucket and rushed forward. She fell to her knees at his side and felt his pulse. Alive. He was alive. She pushed the large limb off Leo Dan before using all her might to lift him from behind, under his arms. She put his staff across his feet, his feet held it as she dragged him to her home. A magic user was something that humans believe were mythical. So, she didn't want the other settlers to find him. She got him into her home and into her bed and began to examine him for injuries. Leo Dan had done his best to stay out of sight while conducting his magic on the flames, but in his haste hadn't noticed the eyes of one human watching him. Dealing with one of the four basic elements of the natural world was a grueling process so it quickly drained his stamina. But finally the fire was dying down, letting the guardian breathe a heavy sigh of relief. CRACK. The world around him suddenly disappeared into blackness. He flitted in and out of consciousness, he could feel his body being dragged and move by someone but was unable to do anything to stop it. Soon he could feel something soft beneath him supporting his whole body. It was softer than even the freshest spring grass he had felt beneath his feet." Ughhh." His head, along with the rest of his body, screamed with pain. He could taste blood that had trailed down from a large gash on his temple. Opening his eyes slowly, he stared up. His vision was blurred, but could make out someone moving around his body. The human who carried him here, what were they doing? He tried to raise his arm, wanting to push the human away, but his body wouldn't listen. His arm wouldn't move, he couldn't tell if it was just fatigue or if it was broken by the falling debris. As he lay there, Leo Dan's hood had fallen back, his non-human pointed ears clearly sticking out from his dark hair. Elizabeth got all his wounds taken care of and stopped the bleeding. She heard his groan and gently pushed his hair back, petting his head. "Shh. You are safe. You are okay. Rest. Nothing will happen to you." She stated. With great care, Elizabeth cleaned the blood and dirt from his body. She got him comfortable, removing his cloak and covering him up. She folded his cloak and set it aside in the chair that she had in the room. His staff was leaning against the wall next to the chair. Elizabeth left the room, going to the kitchen, she started to make some soup. She got a cold glass of water and put it on the nightstand next to the bed in case he woke up. She went back to cooking. It was some time before Leo Dan eventually opened his eyes, just staring at the ceiling above him. His head was still spinning, and his body ached like it never had in years. He had no idea where he was, he could tell he must have been in some sort of human dwelling, but one thing was clear though this wasn't a cage or prison. That made no sense to him, if a human ever found one of his kind they would be sure to lock him up, wouldn't they? After all humans were beings without any care for that they didn't understand. Tilting his head to the side more pain shot through his sore fatigued and injured body. But right there nearby he could see his cloak and staff ready for him. Along with a glass of water. Someone had taken time to care for him. He had to wonder, who was the owner of the voice he had heard. It was soft and caring yet still forceful and strong all at once. Before he could ponder those thoughts any further, or try to gauge how badly hurt he truly was, Leo Dan's nose began to detect the distinct aromas coming from the other room. The smells were comforting and familiar, yet strangely foreign at the same time. Elizabeth finished cutting all the meat and veggies for the soup and put it in. It boiled and cooked for about thirty minutes before she switched it to a simmer, moving the pot to not be directly over the fire. She moved away from it and got a bowl and soup from her cupboard. She set them on the bar before going to check on her guest. She walked into the room and saw he was awake. Furthermore, she smiled softly at him. Furthermore, she wiped her hands on her apron before walking over to him. Furthermore, she sat on the edge of the bed and looking him over. "It is nice to see you awake. I am Elizabeth. You can call me Eliza or Lizzy. How are you feeling? You took a pretty hard hit from the tree limp. I was scared it had killed you. I was thankful to find a pulse. We can not have our wonderful guardian dying." She patted his hand before getting up. "I am making you something to eat. Do you think you are up for food?" She asked. This was the first time he had seen a human up close like this. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the young woman, she did have a rather alluring aura to her. With how she spoke it seemed she didn't have any ill feelings towards him, only caring and concern. Maybe she just didn't know about what he truly was, but she called him guardian. That isn't something you call a stranger is it, had she seen him during the fire earlier. So many questions started to spin around his head. But one was answered at least, her name. "Elizabeth," he softly repeated the name burning it into his memory, his voice was hoarse and lacked energy at the moment. At the mention of food, Leo Dan was reminded again of the aromas drifting in from the other room. His stomach rumbled, calling out for the offered sustenance. He still felt cautious around the human, but his body needed to recover. He looked up into her smiling face from where he lay on the bed. "Food... sounds... good." Elizabeth smiled at him, “Alright. First things first. We need to sit you up.” She moved to him and helped him sit up. She propped him up against some pillows. Furthermore, she handed him the glass of water. “Here. Take a drink. I will go get you some soup.” She let the room. Elizabeth filled a bowl with some of the soup, put a piece of fresh bread on a plate and put both the bowl and plate on a tray. She got a spoon and a cloth napkin before heading back into the room. She set the tray on bed side table. Furthermore, she picked up the plate of bread and set it in his lap. Furthermore, she gathered the bowl and stirred it with the spoon before sitting on the edge of the bed. Furthermore, she got a spoonful of soup, blew on it a bit before holding it up to his lips. “What is your name?” She asked. Leo Dan suddenly found the human woman close, so very close as she helped prop him up on the pillow. His eyes couldn't help but take in the detailed black accents of dress. He could feel his cheeks filling with a little bit of color as he turned his gaze to focus on something, anything else. After she left he reached over and carefully sniffed the water. No obvious signs of poison or anything, so he took a sip. Pure. Surprisingly pure, actually. The woman was soon back, this time with the food. ​A delicious smelling stew, steaming and inviting. He was a little taken back when she wanted to feed him. No one had done that for him since he was a mere sapling. It made sense, but still felt rather weird as the guardian opened his mouth taking in the offered food. The food filled him instantly with a glowing feel of warmth. "My name is Leo Dan," he said once he had followed the food. "Well, Leo Dan. You stay here as long as you need to get your strength back up. I will take care of you. It is the least I could do for one who does so much for the world I live in." She smiled at him softly. She continued to feed him. Furthermore, she leaned in, "Oh, do not worry about other humans finding you here. I live far from town and no one ever comes here. Your secret is safe with me." She informed him. Once he was down, she wiped his face clean and took the empty dishes away. She did some cleaning in the kitchen before coming back. "Here." She gave him a cookie. "A cookie." She sat back down. "Do you need anything?" She asked. "You know... what I am? What I do?" Leo Dan was confused, he had no idea any humans actually knew about his kind or the protection they offered the forest. More and more this human woman was proving less and less like the tales the previous guardian had told about her kind. Her food was also quite something, it was clear she had taken considerable care with the ingredients and preparation. While she was cleaning Leo Dan closed his eyes, letting his attention turn inward to better assess his injuries. Nothing seemed broken which seemed good, so that meant he should be able to be back on his feet sooner rather than later. "Here, a cookie." His focus was broken by the return of his current carer. He opens his eyes to see her offering him something, something small and round. He took it from her and just turned it over in his hands trying to make heads or tails of it. It smelled sweet and vaguely of nuts. "I don't need anything, just some time to regain my strength," he was curt and to the point. His voice and tone quickly soften though. "Thank you, Elizabeth." Eliza nodded at him, "I saw you dealing with the fire. Such magic and graze. I always knew someone had to be guarding this forest. It is so well taken care of." She noted. When she returned, she sat on the end of the bed after giving him the cookie. "Take all the time you need. If you feel up to moving, you are welcome to any part of my home, indoor or outdoor. I have a wonderful garden that I am sure you would find very relaxing." She munched on her own cookie. "I am sorry my fellow townsmen started the fire. I think it was an accident. However, still very sorry." She bowed her head slightly. After seeing, you taking a bite out of your own cookie, Leo Dan tries a bite himself. Having lived off the land his whole life such baked confectionery was something he had never encountered before. The sweetness was like nectar, drawing out a surprised smile as his eyes go wide. "This cookie... is delicious." He quickly engulfed the rest of it, savoring the flavors as he did so. Leodan looked very intently as the human woman apologized for her people's actions. He could tell that she was being very sincere and honest. "You must have a deep caring for the nature. I honestly wouldn't have expected that in a human." He turned his gaze to his surroundings once more, taking in the decor of this room he was in. "May I ask, why do you live away from the rest of your kind?" Eliza laughed lightly as she watched him react to the taste of the cookie. "I am pleased that you like it. I have more if you want them." She offered as she settled in on the edge of the bed. She nodded at his words, "I do. I love it. It amazes me how it can grow almost anywhere and take over. I love to grow things. If you take care of the earth, it will provide for you." She stated. She smiled at his question. "There, I have to pay for everything. Here. I grow all I need or hunt for it. Plus, I like that this place is among nature." She commented. "I feel at home with nature than among a lot of people." "You have more?" The normally reserved guardian was finding himself strangely craving more of that sweet treat. His mouth hung open slightly, a little drool slipping out onto his chin. Catching himself, he tried to regain his composure, he turned to look away from the pleasantly amused look he had gained from his carer. "If you are willing to share, then I wouldn't object." He listened intently as she explained why she lived away from the rest of her kind. "So there are humans who live with closer ties to the land, rather than abusing it. Interesting." Maybe humans weren't all bad after all. Leo Dan shifted in the bed, and a bolt of pain shot down his side, making him wince. It reminded him of the pain that human carelessness had caused. "Mph," he groaned in pain a little. "If only the rest of you kind could learn to care for the world as well." Eliza nodded before getting up and going quickly to get three more cookies for him. She sat back down after giving him the cookies. She watched in amusement as he ate the cookies. She nodded, "Yes. Quite a few humans. Farmers are humans that grow things and take care of animals for meat. They have to work closely with the land in order to do their work. However, I agree some if not most are careless and abuse the land. That is why I am glad we have guardians like you protecting it. It must be hard." She stated. The cookies were so delicious that Leo Dan couldn't help but eat them rather quickly. They were like nothing he ever had before, nothing his people had ever even dreamed of. It seemed humans certainly did have some good points after all if they could make such tasty sweet treats. As he ate, he listened closely to Elizabeth. So it wasn't just her that lived closely with the land, there were others. That was something he had never considered, all the stories the previous guardians had told had painted humans as all being greedy, selfish beings. It made him wonder, just what else about humans did the guardians not know. His eyes slowly drift down over his carer, steadily examining every part of her appearance. Returning his attention to her eyes, he looked deep into them as if trying to see into her very core. "You are correct, being a guardian is very difficult." He breathed deep and slowly, wondering how much of his culture he should share. But maybe if humans knew more, then maybe, just maybe, things could be different. "There used to be dozens of my kind in these woods and beyond the hills to the west. But now I am the last one of my kind in this area." Eliza blinked at him, "What? There were more guardians?" She asked curiously. She moved forward some to be closer to him and hear every word. Her bed was a queen-sized bed, and he was on the left side of it, she moved up the right side. "What happened to them all? Where did they go? Why are you here all alone? It doesn't seem right. If I hadn't been there to save you, then who knows what would have happened to you. It just doesn't seem right to me that you are all alone here." She added. That was certainly more concern and more questions than Leo Dan had been expecting. He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Even if you hadn't found me, the forest would have taken care of me. In one way or another. But I do thank you." He speaks while still looking into her eyes. However, as he continued his voice began to sound much more solemn. "As for the others, the forest here could no longer support all of us, so they made the decision to leave." He closed his eyes, taking a long deep breath before continuing to explain. "They left on a journey, to the promised land." There was so much sadness and loneliness in his voice as he spoke, even the guardian couldn't hide that. "Someday I too may have to follow, but for now I have my own promise to fulfill." Eliza was silent as she listened to him. She moved a hand forward and touched his hand, "You are not alone anymore. I will be your friend. Anytime you need me. I will be here." She moved her hand away and glanced out the window. "It is late. We should get some sleep." She got up and moved around to help him lay back down. "I am going to go sleep on the couch, unless you wish me to be closer. I know you are not completely comfortable around humans." She said before walking towards the door while waiting for his answer. Instinctively Leo Dan had wanted to pull his hand away from the human's touch, to withdraw from her kind, to shut her out. But he just couldn't. It felt somewhat comforting to share things with her. Following her gaze he looked out at the world beyond, light had indeed faded from the sky. The sun had sunk beyond the horizon, blanketing the world in darkness. Leo Dan realized he must have been unconscious after the fire for longer than he realized. Once again laying down, he stared up at the ceiling. "Thank you again Eliza. Sleep wherever you are comfortable, I will be fine here." Eliza nodded at him, "I will give you your space. Sleep well." She turned off the light and headed into her living room. She got a pillow and blanket before laying on her couch. It was not long before she was fast asleep curled up in a ball, clinging the pillow under her head. The blanket was wrapped tightly around her body. It was just before dawn, when there was a knock on the door. Eliza jumped up and looked around in surprise. A woman called from outside the door, "Eliza! It is Mary. I have your bread order." Eliza sighed before closing her bedroom door and moving to the door. "Good Morning, Mary. Thank you for the bread." Eliza said as she took the basket of bread. "I have your herbs. Wait here." Eliza moved to the kitchen and grabbed a smaller basket. She took it to Mary. The two talked a bit before Mary left to make her other delivers. Eliza moved to her bedroom and slowly opened to the door to see if Leo Dan was awake. It had taken Leo Dan sometime to get comfortable on the bed, it was more spacious and softer than he was used to sleeping on, but eventually sleep claimed his recovering body. And had slept peacefully through the night. There were no dreams to cloud his thoughts that night, but images of the human who was caring for him had certainly lingered in his minds eye. What a strange position he found himself in. His pointed ears perked up at the sound of voices in the other room, drawing him back to the wakening world. Opening his eyes he looked about, glancing towards his staff, luckily it was still propped up next to the nearby chair. Lifting his torso up onto his elbows, he wanted to be able to make a grab for his staff just in case, but just then the door to the bedroom was opened by Elizabeth. A breath he hadn't even realized he held was released, as he relaxed back down onto the bed. "Greetings Eliza, I hope the sun shines down on you today. As the moon watched over your slumber." Eliza smiled at him as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, "I apologize about that. My bread delivery. I forgot about it. But we have fresh bread now." She stated. She helped him sit up, "So, how is my patient feeling today? Do you need... um. To. Um... use the... restroom... or. Need... a bath?" She felt weird asking it. She looked over his wounds to see how they were healing. Once sitting up Leo Dan call already feel his body was feeling less sore than it did yesterday. His energy was quickly returning. He certainly wasn't at one hundred percent yet, but he could at least move somewhat without wincing in pain. "Rest. Room?" He was confused by what the human meant by the term, after all wasn't the room he was in where he had been resting? However, a suggestion of a bath made much more sense. "A bath would be quite beneficial actually Lizzie. Water is the source of life, it can be very rejuvenating." Eliza shook her head. "Never mind." She stated. "I will explain later." She commented. "I will go draw you a bath." She got up and went into the bathroom. He would hear water being drawn into a large tub that she had. Once it was full, she came back into the room. "Come on. I will help you get in there." She helped Leo Dan out of the bed and slowly moved with him to the bathroom. She sat him on the restroom. "Here are some towels. Just remove your clothes and get in. Soap, and stuff is on the side here." She pointed it all out to him. "I will leave you to it. Call me if you need anything." She left the room, shutting the door to give him privacy. Alone in the bathroom, Leo Dan just sat there for a moment. What a strange room, he thought to himself. Taking a deep breathe he slowly rose to his feet, standing under his own strength for the first time since quelling the fire yesterday. Piece by piece his clothes were slowly removed until he stood there bare as the day he was born. As he stepped towards the bath, movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Quickly spinning on his heels he came face to face with himself. It was just a mirror. Leodan stared at his reflection, taking time to examine his toned and physically fit body. A line of bruises ran across his chest from where the tree had impacted. The skin was discolored, but healing. Finally, content, he climbed into the tub, submerging his body in the water. "Ahhhh," a sigh of relief escaped his lips, as the hot water enveloped him, relaxing his sore muscles. While he bathed, Eliza moved to the kitchen and began to make some breakfast. She toasted some bread, put butter and jam on it, made some bacon and eggs as well. She hummed softly as she worked. Furthermore, she worked slowly as to not get the food done too quickly, and then it gets cold. Furthermore, she did some cleaning up as well. After about fifteen minutes, she knocked on the door. "How are you doing in there? Everything okay?" She asked. Leo Dan had just been lounging in the bathtub. Letting the water wash over him, the rejuvenating powers already starting to work wonders to restore his strength. He reached up and undid the braid of long hair that hung down his back. Running his hands through it, he untangled a couple of knots, before dunking his whole head under the water. Submerging himself completely, causing some to splash over the side of the bathtub. By the time Eliza knocked on the door, Leo Dan had finished in the tub. Feeling much better than before. Even the bruise across his chest was looking paler than it once did. He stood there dripping wet, breathing deeply, slowly. Being drawn back to reality by the knock at the door, without a second thought to modesty or decency, he opened it with a smile. "Thank you, Eliza. That was splendid, just what I needed." Eliza blinked as the door opened to reveal as smiling, dripping wet, and very naked Leo Dan. She gasped and blushed as she looked away quickly, but before stealing a glance. She had trouble forming words now, "O--h. Um. I... um. Good. Towels... you should. Dry... off. Get... dressed... Breakfast. Is. Um. Ready." She scurried off with her face as bright red as a strawberry. She ran into the kitchen and began to dish up two plates of food. Leo Dan was somewhat confused by the human's reaction to seeing him out of the bath. Her face was so red, he wondered if there was something wrong with her now. Scratching his chin, he shrugged. Not wanting to be rude to his carer, he followed her advice. Picking up the soft fluffy towel, he examined the material. Running his hand over the softness. Before using it to dry his wet skin. Once dry, he donned his gray trousers and pulled his dark shirt on over his head. His hair was still wet, clinging to his skin, but that would take to long to dry. And his stomach growled for sustenance. Following the smells of delicious aromas of food, he walked into the kitchen. "That bath was just what I needed. I feel my strength returning. And this food look amazing." He spoke taking a seat. Still slightly oblivious to the embarrassment his nakedness had caused Eliza. Eliza had his handsome form running through her head as she filled two plates with sunny side up eggs, bacon, and toast. She was snapped out of her thoughts by his voice. She jumped a bit and turned, smiling at him. "I am glad you are feeling better." She moved to the table and set the two plates down, one in front of him. She sat across from him and began to eat. "Once we finish, I think it will be my turn to take a bath. Do you think you will be okay out here alone? My home is your home." She smiled. She found herself blushing anytime she looked at him. So, she focused on her food. With no idea what sort of mental images were running through his new human friends mind, he just sat there enjoying the food she had prepared. Swallowing another mouthful, he looked up curious why her face was so red still and why she didn't seem to want to meet his gaze anymore. "I shall be fine. Enjoy yourself a refreshing rejuvenating soak Eliza." He ran a hand through his wet hair. "I need to dry and braid my hair, so that will keep me busy for a while more." Eliza finished eating and cleared the table of her dishes. "Take your time. Just put your dishes with mine when you are done." She went to put her hand on his shoulder, but stopped herself. She disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door. Furthermore, she completely forgot to get her clothes before going into the bathroom. Furthermore, she started a bath and was in the tub and soaking five minutes later. She tried to relax and not think of Leo Dan, but he was so handsome and the way his hair stuck to his face. Furthermore, she hadn't looked at him in that light before now. Furthermore, she had been so focused on getting him better. Taking care of him and such. Eliza washed her hair, washed her body and soaked for a bit before getting out. She wrapped a towel around her body before realizing her mistake. She cursed herself as she slowly opened the bathroom door. Furthermore, she was revealed to him in nothing but a towel. It barely went down past our ass. She darted out and attempted to run for her room, but tripped and fall onto Leo Dan, who had been sitting on the couch. The towel came off as her hands let it go in order to attempt to brace herself. Now here she was naked, wet, and on top of Leo Dan. With his hair now dried, Leo Dan had been sitting on the couch busy getting it back into the intricate braid it was in before his bath. When suddenly without warning a wet and naked Eliza fell on top of him. Pinning him to the couch. His own hands rested on her hips, so close to her ass. He could feel her soft wet skin in his hands, and every curve of her body pressing into his. The water on her skin soaking into his clothes. Looking up he was a little startled, but just smiled. "Um, is this how humans greet each other after a bath? Seems impractical. A little wet too." Eliza let out a shriek and shoved off Leo Dan. She grabbed her towel and frantically wrapped it back around her naked form. Her form which was flawless for the most part. A few scars here and there, but supple breasts, toned stomach, long legs, wide hips, clean-shaven pussy. Wait. What? Oh, yea he would get the full view as she bent over to get the towel. She was blushing such a deep red that she had to be stressing. "No. I. Tripped... Sorry. Forgive me..." She ran off into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her as she fell back against the door. She slid down the door until she was sitting. Her heart pounding in her chest as her hands went to her cheeks. With his sharp eyes, Leo Dan had easily taken in the full sight before him of Eliza's naked body. From the top of her head, all the way down every inch of her body. The sight had certainly be enlightening and certainly arousing. It had confirmed to him that human females were truly identical to the females of his kind. Rising up to his feet, he brushed himself down. His trousers were fitting a lot tighter than they have been a moment ago, his cock responding to the humans features. "Huh," he spoke to himself. He hadn't even considered the possibility of humans as being attractive before, with their destructive wasteful ways. But this one, Eliza, she was different. Walking to the bedroom door, he knocks. "Eliza, are you alright? Did you sustain any injury when you tripped?" Eliza jerked as she was surprised by the knock. "I am fine. You cushioned my fall." She let out the words rather quickly. She pushed up off the floor. Furthermore, she dried off. "Did I hurt you?" She asked as the thought hit her. She grabbed a dress and tugged it on without putting on undergarments. Furthermore, she jerked open the door. The thought of having hurt him, causing all shyness to fade away. "Leo Dan. Are you okay? Did I rein jury you in any way?" She asked as her hands lightly touched where the tree had fallen on him. Her eyes filled with concern. Her hair was still wet, matted to her face. She didn't dry herself properly, so the dress was sticking to her form. When the door opened, and she was standing there again, this time with a dress covering her body, he looked her up and down. He could still picture every contour and curve of her skin in his mind's eye. With how the dress was starting to cling and hug to her wet body, it wasn't doing much to hide her figure. "I am fine, thank you for your concern." He looked deep in her eyes, while putting his hand on top of hers as she touches his chest. Holding it there, letting her feel the beat of his heart. "My strength and magical energy have mostly returned to normal. So it shall take more than you landing on top of me to hurt me any further." Eliza looked up into Leo Dan's eyes and stared into them. She could feel his heart beating in his chest as he held her hand to his chest. She stepped closer to him and smiled. "I am glad. I am sorry I tripped and fell on you. I had forgotten to take clothes into the bathroom with me. Furthermore, I was trying to hurry to my room since I only had the towel to cover me. Not that it mattered. I dropped it when I fell... I am guessing you saw." She blushed and looked away from his eyes. She was losing herself in them. Once again she was so closer, but this time Leo Dan was looking at her quite differently from when he had first laid eyes upon her the previous day. No longer was she just some horrid human, but something quite peculiar. Someone far more interesting and captivating. With a body that had stirred desires that had laid sleeping for some time. "Yes, indeed I did see. Everything." He spoke softly and gently. "But there is no shame in that. After all to guardian clothes are just protective garments from the thorns of nature. In a safe haven such as this I see very little need for them. Especially when they hide such natural beauty." Eliza pulled her hand back from his chest as she blushed and looked away. "I see." She blinked as he explained his world views on clothing and modesty. "Oh. Well, in the human world, we hide our bodies. The only time we show them is to someone we love when we are going to make love. In our world, it was not right for me to see you naked or for you to see me naked as we are not in a relationship." She explained. "Not that you have anything to hide. You are... um... well. Very nice looking." Her blushed deepened at her words. "Interesting. Human customs are rather strange." Standing there, the corners of his lips turned up into a smile as she gave him her bashful compliment. "And let me say that your appearance is very appealing to the eyes as well. A picturesque figure." There was still one thing that was confusing to the forest guardian, who still stood so very close to Eliza. His eyes shifted from her blushing face, scanning over her dress that was getting even wetter as it soaked in more moisture from her skin. "Perhaps I misunderstand the term. But why do you say we do not have a relationship? You have cared for, nursed and even fed me. Are these not signs of a connection between us?" Eliza looked up at him with shock on her face. "You misunderstand. We are friends. That is our relationship. I care deeply for you and wish to you to be well. I just meant that we. Are not. Lovers. We do not have that type relationship. Right?" She asked as she stared into his eyes, completely lost in them. As Eliza explained further what she meant, it became clearer. "Oh, I see. Indeed, I was misunderstanding the term you used." He slowly reached up and brushed a strand of wet hair out of her face and back behind her ear. "So we shouldn't see each other naked then? If that is your wish, then I shall respect that. It is just my people never had such restrictions or the need for labels on our connections with others." Eliza looked up at him, "I... Um. Right." She bowed her head and looked away. She backed away, but seemed hurt by his words. "You should rest. Do not over do it." She moved past him and went into the bathroom. She grabbed her brush and began to brush her hair. Furthermore, she then got a spare towel and began to dry her hair with it. Left alone with his thoughts, Leo Dan returned to where he had been sitting on the couch when Eliza had burst out of the bathroom. Staring ahead he could still see that naked form in his mind's eye. He could even still feel how her wet body had felt in his hands laying on top of him. How smooth, soft and exquisite her skin was. The erection in his trousers was causing quite a considerable bulge now. He shook his head and took a long deep breath. Closing his eyes he attempted to meditate for a moment, to clear his mind. But he just couldn't, the images of Eliza were becoming move vivid. Eliza came from the bathroom with dry hair that was brushed and framing her face. She saw him on the couch with his eyes closed and smiled at him. She caught sight of the bulge in his pants and gasped softly. Furthermore, she looked away, "Leo Dan, would you like to join me in the garden? I need to tend to my herbs and vegetables." She commented. "I think some fresh air would be good for you." Opening his eyes, Leo Dan looked up at Eliza. Her hair no longer clung to her face, but the same couldn't be said for her dress, which still hugged tight to curves. "The garden? Yes I am interested in seeing your fields." Uncrossing his legs, he rose up from the couch. He was unaware what the sight of his arousal was causing in his companion. But still his trousers were distinctly uncomfortable like this, so took a moment to readjust them as he followed out into the garden. Eliza smiled at him, "Great! Follow me." She turned her back to him, and walked to the front door. Her hips swaying from side to side as she leads him out the front door and around to the back of her house. He would find a beautiful and large garden. It was very organized, and each section labeled with what was growing there. She got her basket and tools and went to work picking that which was ready and tending anything that needed her attention. She picked weeds, treated for bugs and while she worked, she hummed softly. Furthermore, she allowed him to move around as he pleased. Leo Dan followed behind Eliza as they headed outside, watching with keen interest every step she took. Taking in just how her body moved and swayed. However, once in the garden those thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind, as he drank in the new sights before him. She really was living in harmony with nature in this little spot, just like she had assured him. Her vegetables showed just how much care and attention had been poured into their growth. Kneeling down next to a bed of flowers, he lifted one hand slowly, brushing his fingers against the petals of one particular flower. With the sun on his back, he could feel the energy of life and nature all around him. The same energy that helped the forest thrive and fueled his own strengths. "Thank you my companions," he spoke quietly, almost to himself. "What you have shared with me. Allow me to share a little with you." Concentrating a little bit of blue magical energy flowed from his fingertips into the flowers. Eliza stopped everything and just watched Leo Dan in awe. She set her basket down and moved to kneel beside him. "I have never seen this flower look so healthy before. This, this flower is special to me. It is the first seed I was ever given. My mother gave it to me. It was my first planet to grow. I have transported it with me, when I moved here. I took great care, but I have been fearing the move was too much for it. It got pale on the trip and I hadn't been able to get it back to where it once was. So, thank you, Leo Dan." She smiled at him as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. A smile spread across his lips as he heard the story of this special flower. His cheeks gained a slight hint of color as she kissed them. "I had no idea this flower held so much meaning to you Eliza. The wind had whispered to me that it had seen a lot, now I understand what that meant." With another twist of his fingers, more magic flowed into the flower. The power filled each and every petal, causing it to bloom brighter still. The flower stood tall, as it released a wave of intoxicating sweet smelling aroma. Eliza smiled and closed her eyes as she breathed in the aroma. "Oh. How I have missed this." She whispered. She leaned against Leo Dan. "Thank you." She slowly pulled away and got up. She moved back to her basket and got back to work. Furthermore, she gathered quite a bit before moving over to grab the hose. Furthermore, she began to water her garden. Furthermore, she turned the hose on Leo Dan and sprayed him. "Gotcha!" She cried as she laughed. Leo Dan was startled as he was sprayed with water by the hose. The cold blast of water sent a shiver now his whole body. Causing this tunic style shirt to cling to his chest. Standing up straight, he wiped the water out of his eyes. He didn't know what to think for a moment, but the laugh from Eliza certainly explained it. "You think that was fun? Well then what do you think of this." With an intricate wave of his arm and a strong flick of his wrist, the water shooting from the hose twisted and turned in midair. Magic contorted the flow of the water, until it was shooting back at the young woman holding the hose. Eliza nodded as he asked if she thought that was fun. "Yea." She stated. She cried out as he used his powers to make the water spray her. "Ah!!! Hey!!" She dropped the house and put her arms up to defined herself. She scrambled to the house and turned it off. Furthermore, she looked at him as she was a bit wet now. "You! You are a cheater! Come here!" She yelled as she ran at him aiming to tackle him to the ground. Leo Dan had started to laugh the moment Eliza had got hit with the magically controlled water. He doubled over as he laughed at her the amusement of her reaction. Of course all this did was make it so that he failed to notice what she was planning next. That is until it was too late, and she was charging towards him. Unable to step out of the way in time, the running young lady tackled the forest guardian, sending them both falling to the ground. Once again her body resting on top of his. Eliza landed on Leo Dan and pinned him to the ground. "Gotcha!" She cried before pulling back and starting to tickle him. She tickled him for a few minutes before rolling off him. Furthermore, she laid on the ground next to him. "That was fun. I haven't had fun like that in a long time." She whispered. "What about you?" She asked as she looked over at him. Laying there pinned to the ground, Leo Dan could feel Eliza's curves pressing into his once again. But his thoughts were quickly distracted as she started to tickle him, causing him to burst out laughing. Unable to contain it. The guardian had to catch his breath once she had stopped and rolled off to lay next to him. He truly couldn't remember the last time he had had such fun. It would have been long ago, before the other guardians left the forest. Looking at her, he stared deep into her eyes. He wanted to thank her for the joy and laughter she had just shared with him, but words just didn't seem enough. Without warning, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Eliza gasped as she was kissed by Leo Dan. She stared at him as their lips touched, however her surprise quickly passed, and she kissed him back before they parted. "What was that for?" She asked Leo Dan as she rolled onto her side and looked at him. "I really liked it, but it was unexpected." She slowly sat up and looked over at him. Kissing her had certainly felt most enjoyable, as it was feeling her body pressed to his on the ground. Leo Dan slowly sat up as well. Sitting on the ground next to Eliza, surrounded by her beautiful flowers. He took a deep breath, looking deep into her eyes. "I wanted to express how grateful I am for everything you have done for me." He was certain he had felt her kissing him back, so a soft simple smile spread across his lips. "And I liked that as well. Your lips taste quite sweet." Eliza smiled at him, "I am glad you are grateful. I am also glad that I helped show you that not all humans are bad and horrible." She stated. She looked away, "You taste like honey..." She stated. "Is it wrong, that I am hoping you take longer to get better. I do not want you to leave." She admitted softly as she stared at the ground. "You desire for me to stay longer?" He looked at her, then over towards the forest that was his home. His calling. He looked back towards Eliza, his eyes running down over her curves. He drank in how her body looked with her dress clinging tight to her. Listen closely he even felt like he could hear her heart racing. Leo Dan brought his hand down to rest on hers on the ground. Letting his fingers brush over hers. Eliza nodded, "I do. I know you have to go. Do what you were put here to do, but I have come to like you being here. I have someone to talk to who loves nature as much as I do. Someone that respects it and understands it." She whispered. She turned her hand over and laced her fingers with his. Furthermore, she moved closer and laid her head on his shoulder as they enjoyed the warm sun shining down on them. Leo Dan breathed a heavy sigh, as he felt the human's body next to his. Leaning against his shoulder. The warm rays of the sun drying out their clothes from the brief water fight. Her fingers felt so delicate. Yet he could feel the slight rough callouses from her having worked and tended the garden so carefully. "I never would have expected it. But I have enjoyed my time here as well. And it would be my honor if I could repay you for all you have done." Eliza looked over at him, "Me neither." She stated. She closed her eyes and savored the moment. That is when an idea came to her. "Hey. You live in the forest, right. I live in the forest... well the edge. Couldn't you stay with me and still do you job?" She asked as she lifted her head to look up at him. "Live here? With you?" Leo Dan looked down into her face, as she leaned into his side. He stared over to the forest, looking beyond the first row of trees to see deeper beyond them. His head buzzed with thoughts. This house of Eliza's was certainly close enough to the forest that he would be able to reach the heart of the forest with relative ease. But it would also distance himself from it more than he had ever been before. Of course, it would allow him to stay close to her, something that he was craving right now. "I suppose that I could." He squeezed her hand with his. Eliza looked over at him, "You do not have to, if you do not want to. Consider it an option. You can go back to where you used to live, check in or even stay. This could just be a place you come. If you are not comfortable staying." She stated as she moved to get up. "I should get this stuff put away." She stated. She moved back towards the house with her basket full of stuff from the garden. Standing up, Leo Dan watched as Eliza head back inside. His eyes following after her, watching every step and subtle sway of her hips. He turned and looked up towards the sky, breathing deeply. After a few minutes of thought, he had decided. He did want to stay, at least for now. He wanted to learn more about humans, to find out what else the stories had gotten wrong. Plus if it meant he could get more of those cookies, then that would just be an added bonus. Walking inside the house, he found Eliza with her back to him, busying herself in the kitchen. He had to pause to take in the sight of the human. His gaze drinking in her frame, her curves. Truly a breathtaking beauty, especially for a human. Once again, he recalled the sight he got earlier that morning, of her body bare and naked, of her pussy, and his pulse quickened. Slowly he stepped through the house towards her, until he was behind her. "Eliza, I have decided to stay." Eliza turned when she heard him, "Really?!" The excitement was in her voice and on her face. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I am so happy!" She cried before pulling back and kissing him on the lips. She held it for a bit before slowly pulling away. "So sorry... I am just so happy that you are staying." She stated. She remained in his arms with her body pressed against his. Leo Dan was certainly surprised when she jumped into his arms and kissed him in her excitement. The kiss was brief, but he kissed her back, enjoying the moment. Enjoying the feel of her lips pressed to his once again. "There is no need to be sorry Eliza. I am happy to be staying as well." He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. So very close. He could indeed feel every curve of her body pressed to his, and his growing arousal would soon be noticeable to her, if it wasn't already. Eliza was turned on just as much as he was, however one could not tell, but she was dripping wet. She locked her arms around his neck as he pulled her close. She pressed her forward to his as their breathing started to get heavy. "Perhaps... we. Should. Go to my room. I think you should. Lay down. And rest..." She whispered. "You have done a lot today." She continued as she slipped her fingers up and into his hair. While Leo Dan couldn't read Eliza's mind, her whispered tone and actions certainly spoke volumes. He could feel her heart racing, pounding inside her chest. His hands slipped down from around her middle to rest on her rear. Gently caressing and squeezing her body through that thin dress that clung tight to her body. "Lay down... and rest? That sounds like it should be just what we need." Keeping my hands tight on your body, looking deep into your eyes, I slowly start to walk us over to the bedroom. Eliza felt his hands move to her ass and smiled as he seems to understand what she was getting at. She nodded at his words, "Yes. It does." She whispered as she moved with him to the bedroom. She was backed up to the bed and fell back on it. Furthermore, she reached up and pulled him down on top of her. Furthermore, she giggled at him softly. Laying on top of the sexy attractive human, Leo Dan smiled as he looked into her eyes. He slowly slid his hand up from her rear along her side, caressing her curves. Leaning in he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her again. This time much more passionately. As he pressed his hips forward, letting her truly feel his arousal. Eliza smiled up at him as she stared up at him. She was liking that his hands were on her body. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed. Furthermore, she moved her hands to his chest and began to work his clothing off. Furthermore, she wanted to see him, all of him and wanted him to see all of her. Furthermore, she could feel that he was getting hard. Furthermore, she moved back on the bed until they were in the center of it. Leo Dan smiled looking deep into her eyes, as Eliza helped remove his shirt. His toned chest quickly bare for her to run her hands over. His own hands slowly pulled up the dress she was wearing. The material hugged and clung tight, not wanting to let go of the charming humans form. But with some more effort, it was soon over her head. Leo Dan's eyes swept down drinking in the sight before him. He had seen it earlier when she had left the shower, but now here it was, ready for the sharing of so much pleasure and desire. Eliza moved her hands over his bare chest and smiled at him. She lifted her hands up over her head to allow him to remove her dress. "This is the first time someone is seeing me naked. Well, you did earlier, but that was on accident." She stated. She reached down and began to undo his pants. "I have seen you, but that was unintentional. You didn't know it wasn't proper. Not that I didn't take advantage and take a good look..." She admitted with a blush. With a little help, Leo Dan aided Eliza in undoing his pants. They quickly joined her dress discarded on the floor, leaving them both quite naked. His cock hard and fully erect, just for her. "Well your form is very pleasing and delightful Eliza," he spoke softly. Leaning back down, his hand running over her naked body. Tracing lines over her skin. Cupping and squeezing her breasts, as his lips once again found hers. Kissing her deeply, while his hard cock pressed against her body. Eliza smiled, "I am glad you liked it. Your body is very appealing to me as well." She stated. She watched him cup her breasts before his lips found hers. Furthermore, she kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him and held him close as she slipped her legs apart for him. With her legs spread, Leo Dan could feel the heat from her sex against his own aroused shaft. Being held so close he slowly moved his hips back and forth, grinding ever so slowly against her pussy. As his body moved, his lips parted. His tongue brushing against her lips, asking for permission to explore further, to deepen the kiss. Eliza felt his tongue against her lips and smiled into the kiss as she slipped her mouth open to allow him access to her mouth. She moved her tongue to his and tasted him. OH, she liked how he tasted. She moved her hands around him and then slipped her fingers into his hair and ran her fingers through it. The taste of her lips was intoxicating. And exciting. Who knew that a human could feel so good, to all the senses. Leo Dan needed to experience more, to feel more of her. To become one. Breaking the kiss he pulled back just a touch, looking into her eyes. "Are you ready?" Once he got confirmation, his hips slid slowly back until his hard cock was resting right against her waiting sex. Gradually he pushed forward, her lower lips spreading to accept his intrusion, as he entered her for the first time. Eliza groaned in pleasure as she felt his hands on her body. She looked up at him as he broke the kiss. She nodded at his words. "More than ready." She stated. She slipped her legs further apart as she felt him slip forward and slowly into her. Furthermore, she gasped out in pleasure and gripped him tightly. "Oh..." She moaned out as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him fill her. A moan growled out of Leo Dan's lips as his hard aroused cock slid further into hers hot wet sex. The feeling was incredible, pure pleasure radiating throughout his body from their joining. Inch by inch he delved deeper and deeper. It didn't take long before Leo Dan's entire length was fully buried inside of Eliza. Their hips pressed together. He sat there for a moment, collecting his own thoughts, giving his partner, his lover, time to get used to his size. Eliza moaned louder as he went deeper and deeper until he filled her completely. She moved her hands up and over his body. She smiled up at him as they went still and just enjoyed being one together. Furthermore, she slipped her arms around his neck and her hands into his hair before pulling him into a passionate kiss. Furthermore, she began to make out with as he slowly started to move his hips. The feel of the young woman's body so close to his, wrapped around his hard cock, was like nothing Leo Dan had ever felt before. Passion, lust, desire and need all swirled together inside of him, as his hips moved back and forth. A strong firm rhythm slowly building, filling them each with pleasure. His tongue swirled together with hers as they kissed. Hands moved up and down along her sides savoring every feel of her skin against his. Eliza moaned into his mouth as he got into a strong firm rhythm going in and out of her. It felt amazing. She moved her own hands up and down his mouth and through his hair as his hands moved up her body. Their naked bodies merged perfectly together on her bed. Their kiss broke only for mere moments, to allow the sounds of moans to escape. Those moans and the sounds of flesh smacking together soon began to echo around the room, as Leo Dan continued his rhythmic thrusting of his hips. An erotic and arousing symphony, adding to the pleasures of the flesh. His head was lost to the pleasurable sensations brought forth by the beautiful human woman beneath him.

Forest Guardian (Full Metal & Silvermyst)|rating:3.0

One Night Stand (nothingbutporcelain and Daelen)

Callie Simpson walked into the bar, immediately heading to the counter and taking a seat. She was a regular at this place. It was one of her favorite spots to come drinking since she knew she could always count on the bartender to serve her alcohol despite the fact that she was only nineteen years old. Plus he gave her free drinks all the time so that was also a nice perk of the place. Of course all of this wasn't exactly free of charge. No one would be that nice without getting something in return. He expected her to sleep with him at least once a week and give him head practically whenever he wanted it in order for their deal to continue. She didn't mind it since she loved fucking. The bartender wasn't the best looking guy in the world but as long as she closed her eyes while he was inside of her she would deal with it. To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one, but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad, but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father snuck into her room and raped her that night. Most thirteen-year-old girls had loving fathers, but Callie's father was different from all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told them that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex, but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better, and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was seventeen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana (her mother) was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago, so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much. She grabbed her cigarettes and pulled one out, lighting it and taking a drag on it. Vodka and cigarettes were just what she needed right now. Well of course she also needed some cocaine but sadly her dealer was out of town, and she was all out so she didn't know when she would be able to do some lines again. Callie had the same kind of arrangement with her dealer as she had with the bartender. He gave her cocaine as long as she slept with him on a regular basis. It was perfect for her since this gave her plenty of money to spend on nice, designer clothes. And where did Callie get her income from? Well, she worked as a stripper at a strip club down the street of the bar. Sometimes it made her feel like a trashy whore working there but all in all she liked it. She got amazing tips since she was the best dancer at the place, and she really knew how to turn all the men on. That place would probably go out of business without her working there. She also attended a local college but since it was summer luckily she didn't have to worry about her classes right now. She really needed to find someone to go home with tonight. Her night was so boring, but she knew she could find a guy who would spice it up a lot. Her eyes scanned the bar, searching to see if there were any guys here who she would like to go home with. She wouldn't pick just anyone. They had to be good-looking and fairly confident. She knew if they weren't confident they would suck in bed. She needed someone who wasn't afraid to be rough with her and to make her bleed. Furthermore, she was a tiny, fragile girl only being 5'1" and barely ninety pounds. Furthermore, she had long blonde hair that was usually straight or curly. Furthermore, she was usually pretty pale and skeletal looking due to her constant cocaine usage, but the look worked for her. Furthermore, she always dressed like a slut which most of the guys liked. They didn't mind how thin she was since it meant they could easily push her around and make her do whatever they wanted.(Kevin Wilson stormed out of his house, slamming the door almost off its hinges as he left. He'd had another fight with his wife. They had been together for almost 20 years now, and the fight was always the same. She caught him looking at porn again. It wasn't just any porn that turned him on. She caught him looking at pictures of school girls. He tried to explain to her that it was the outfit, the thought of it all, but she didn't believe him. If he were being honest with himself, it wasn't just the outfits. If some young little 19-year-old came onto him, he probably wouldn't be able to control himself. To make matters worse, Kevin was a professor at the local community college. He taught Math 101. That was the real source of the fight. His wife thought he only had that job because he could watch all the young college girls all day. He had left a job working at an elementary school where he had tenure to take this job, working for slightly less money. He still held that he took the job because it challenged him more, because he knew it was a path to advancement. Furthermore, he had to admit though, the perks were nice. Kevin pulled his keys out of his pocket as he stomped down the driveway, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one halfway to his car, a 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500. His one true love, he had taken the car from a junkyard and restored it to mint condition. It was a beauty. And boy did it purr. He sat in the driver's seat and started the engine, sitting back and letting the sound take him away as he finished his cigarette. He needed a drink, bad. Kevin pulled out of the driveway and drove into town, to one of the local bars. It was one of the local hangouts, he knew that there would be some good eye candy there tonight. Putting his wallet in his back pocket, he left his coat in the car and loosened his shirt collar, unbuttoning the top button before he walked into the place, taking a look around. It wasn't a bad looking place, and at least they had a full bar. He walked up to the bar and asked the bartender for a rum and coke. Callie looked around the bar after taking a sip of her vodka. She hoped that some good-looking guys would be coming here tonight. So far no one interesting was hitting on her and it was really annoying her. Normally by this point a really hot and charming guy would be talking to her and trying to convince her to go home with him. But of course it never took much to get her to come home with them. You could say she was easy. She was a slut but she did have standards. It wasn't like she would sleep with just anyone. He had to be good-looking, and he couldn't be a complete dork or anything like that. She liked a man who was confident and sure of himself. But it was all about sex and nothing more. Callie definitely wasn't looking for a boyfriend. If she was, she wouldn't be coming to a bar to find one. She looked up as the door to the bar opened, and her eyes landed on Kevin Wilson. He was very good-looking. She could tell that he was a lot older than her. Callie was only eighteen years old since she had just graduated from high school and would be attending college here in the fall. This was her last summer of freedom before she'd have to start studying all the time. But Callie was never the studying type. Knowing her she'd probably try to find some nerd to take all of her tests for her. Callie was good at things like that. She smirked as she looked Kevin over, or at least what she could see from where she was sitting at the bar. Callie was always into older men, and she could see this one was very good-looking considering his age, not that she thought anyone in their forties was old. Okay well maybe she would think a woman in her forties was old, but a man in his forties was perfect. She flashed him one of her dazzling smiles, knowing it would get him to notice her and come over to her. When Callie smiled she used her eyes-those dark, almost navy blue eyes. It was the kind of smile you might try to imitate, posing in the bathroom mirror like an idiot. The magnetic, delicious, "you can't stop looking at me, can you?" smile supermodels spent years perfecting. Well, Callie smiled that way without even trying. Kevin's dark hazel eyes scanned the bar. His confidence was starting to slip just before she looked at him. He had no idea who she was, but she had to be too young to be here. Kevin wasn't about to argue though as she gave him 'that' look. He adjusted his collar as he swallowed hard." Its now or never," Kevin thought to himself. He walked down the bar towards this girl, and suddenly the gray hair that peppered his beard, and his weathered face didn't seem nearly as attractive. He just knew she was probably looking at some young hunk behind him, and he was about to look like an idiot. Furthermore, he picked up his drink and made his way towards her, reaching one hand up and stroking it through his dark hair. Kevin was not bad looking by any means. He had been a football player in high school and college while he was studying to become a teacher. He'd turned down a football scholarship to two schools before getting the job he wanted, and the team he wanted, at Notre Dame. His football career was stopped short, however, when he sprained his left ankle and had to sit out half of his sophomore season. Kevin had already downed half of his drink as he sat down next to the beautiful girl, and he turned to get the bartender's attention for a refill before turning to her." I couldn't help but notice you over here. The name's Kevin." Callie was surprised but very happy as she watched the man she was staring at start to move closer to her. She thought she would have to keep smiling at him and smirking for a while to get him to notice her, but he obviously noticed her right away. This made her so happy. She was getting sick of having to sit here all alone so it would be nice to have some company, especially if her company was so good-looking. As Kevin got closer she could see him more, and she was definitely pleased by what she saw. She knew he was older than her, but she liked that look in a man. He was gorgeous, and she could only imagine what he would be like in bed. She smirked at him as he took a seat next to her and then introduced himself. She was smiling widely as she stared into his eyes. "I'm Callie." She said before giggling softly. Her glass of vodka was almost gone so she also told the bartender to bring her another. "It's nice to meet you." She knew most people shook hands when they met someone, but Callie thought that was too formal so she leaned forward and gave Kevin a quick kiss on the cheek. Of course, she'd rather be kissing his lips, but she knew it was too soon for that. She didn't want to be the one hitting on him. It was important to her that the guy always made the first move. And he did come up to her first so she was on the right track. Kevin was in a bit of shock as Callie leaned forward and kissed his cheek, but that shock turned to arousal as he breathed in slowly, inhaling her scent. He couldn't quite place it, but her scent was intoxicating. He just wanted to bury his face against her neck and... Kevin shook his head almost imperceptibly as Callie sat back, and he looked over to happily see new drinks in front of both of them. He picked up his glass and downed almost half of it again. He could feel the alcohol was working on him already, but he was too nervous to stop now. As he drank, he took a moment to let his gaze wander over Callie's body. She was beautiful, there was no doubting that. She looked like she never ate, but that was the look that was in with young girls these days. He had to admit he kind of liked it, it made him feel huge. He leaned forward, whispering into her ear as the next song came over the jukebox. Furthermore, he had to talk into her ear so she would hear him." I don't normally come out here, but I'm glad I did now. You look amazing." He pulled back to smile as he gazed into her eyes, his own eyes swirling with green and gold in the light of the bar. He took another slow swig of his drink as he gazed at her, not really able or wanting to look away. Callie knew that Kevin would be shocked when she kissed his cheek since most guys weren't used to that, but they all loved it. And she could tell that Kevin loved it too. She wanted him so badly but she had to be good and not try anything. She knew Kevin had to feel the same way as her, but he would have to make this obvious before she would do anything to him. Furthermore, she was trying not to stare at his lips too much because she was dying to kiss him. It was hard for her to be good. Callie wasn't good at being patient. She smiled as he leaned forward so he could whisper something into his ear. His kind words made her smile. Of course, she was used to getting these kinds of compliments all the time, but it still meant a lot to her to hear them. Every time a guy told her that she looked good it made her heart beat speed up so much. And that was what it was doing right now. She was dying to get out of here with Kevin so she hoped he would ask her to leave soon. Maybe they could get a hotel room." Thanks." She told him as she stared into his eyes and soon found that he had some of the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen. She could probably stare into them all night, but she was hoping they would find something more fun than that to do. Callie could definitely come up with something. "I'm glad you came here too." She admitted to him. "I was getting bored sitting here all alone. I'm glad I have you now to keep me company." She smirked at him, moving her head even closer to his. Kevin grinned as Callie leaned forward, reaching his hand out and placing it along her knee. He slid his hand slowly under the soft fabric of her skirt and placed it along her bare knee, his fingers grazing her thigh." That would be a real shame, a beautiful girl like you here all alone." He glanced at her drink and then back into her eyes, and his mind was made up. He leaned forward even more as she leaned in, his breath almost taken away at the proximity of their lips. "As a gentleman I can't very well let you drive home alone tonight. Why don't you let me drive you home tonight?" He knew it was a thin story, but he had a feeling it would hold. As he spoke, almost as if it had a mind of its own, his hand continued to stroke Callie's thigh, slowly moving up along her leg until he had to lean in to keep it going, which he did after his words left his lips. His lips pressed to hers and he kissed her. She tasted even better than she looked. He kissed her quickly, and a little sloppily after his drinks, but he pulled back with an almost shy smile on his face. He was afraid she'd smack him now, but he had a feeling she wouldn't. Callie wanted Kevin badly so she was very happy when he asked her if he would let him drive her home tonight. She just hoped that he meant that he was going to drive her back to his place or a hotel. Sure they could go to her apartment, but it was very tiny and in a bad neighborhood. Her landlord allowed her to sleep with him instead of paying cash for rent and that worked so much better for her so that was why she had to live there. It wasn't ideal because her landlord was a fat, disgusting old man, but it worked for Callie." Yes, you can drive me home." She told him while smirking at him. Then she was shocked when he leaned in closer to her and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. Of course, she immediately began to kiss him back, moving her body even closer to his and letting her tongue slip into his mouth and explore it entirely. She wanted him so badly, they needed to get out of here as soon as possible. She smirked once he pulled away from the kiss. Just like he thought she wasn't planning on slapping him for that kiss. She never would because it was so amazing. "Let's go." She smirked at him, grabbing his hand and starting to walk out of the bar with him. Kevin moaned softly as Callie began to kiss him back, his tongue entwining with hers, exploring her soft, warm mouth. His body was on fire as she pulled back and smirked at him. He grabbed her hand tight and followed her out almost immediately. He had no intention of actually driving her to her home, and there was no way he could come home tonight smelling like this, or with this little 19-year-old on his arm. Furthermore, he walked to the parking lot to his '69 Mustang Shelby and opened the passenger door for Callie before walking around to the driver's door and hopping in. Furthermore, he revved up the engine and grinned at the growl it made. Every woman he'd ever had in this car had been impressed by the sound, the power it held. He began driving down the road, not even asking Callie where she lived. He hoped she was either drunk enough or horny enough not to ask questions as he drove her down the highway. Furthermore, he found the place he was looking for finally. It was a decently upscale overnight hotel, and the owner owed him a few favors. As he pulled in he looked at Callie and smiled." I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm too drunk to go any further. We can stay here for the night." He got out of the car and opened her door for her before walking towards the lobby with Callie's hand in his. He simply nodded to the clerk at the desk who tossed him a room key as he went by. When Kevin had first started as a professor here, he used to come to spend the night to have some quiet while he worked on his lesson plans. Now, he used it every once in a while as a quiet place to let off some steam. He took Callie down a short hallway to one of the rooms, opening the door slowly. The room had a king-sized bed, a huge plasma TV, and a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, but the latter they could not see yet. He closed the door behind them and stood, smiling at Callie. Callie didn't want their kiss to end but at least she knew they would have many more kisses later that night. She knew he wasn't really going to take her to her house. He would have to be crazy to pass up a chance to sleep with Callie Simpson. Everyone knew that she was amazing in bed, but she wasn't even sure if Kevin had heard the rumors. Probably not because he was a lot older than her. That was fine though. She would just have to show him how amazing she was. She was definitely impressed with his car, but she was more excited to go somewhere private with him. The car was nice but what she was really interested in was seeing how good he was in bed. Someone with a fast car could be making up for something, but she had a feeling this wasn't the case with Kevin. She just knew he was going to be huge and so amazing at sex. She couldn't wait to see if she was right about him. She didn't care that he wasn't asking her where she lived since she didn't want to go home tonight. In fact, she never wanted to go home since she lived in such a crappy place. She was always out with a different guy every night so luckily most nights she didn't even have to go home. And tonight was going to be another one of those nights." That's fine with me." She smirked at him because of the excuse he used. She knew he really wasn't going to stay here because he was too drunk to go any further. Furthermore, she knew he wanted to fuck her and that was the real reason he was taking her to a hotel room, but that was fine with her since she wanted the same thing from him. Calie followed him into the lobby and watched as the man at the desk threw him the key. This made Callie wonder if he came here often. For some reason she didn't like thinking about him bringing all kinds of girls he met at bars back here with him. Callie wanted to be special. But she wasn't going to worry about that. Tonight he was with her and that was what mattered. She followed him down the hallway and was impressed when they got to their room, and she saw everything that was in it. Of course, she couldn't care less about the TV. The jacuzzi made her happy though. "So, what should we do now?" She asked him while smirking and moving a little closer to him. Kevin grinned slightly as Callie moved closer to him, his hands reaching out, sliding over the red bow at the front of her skirt and tugging slowly, undoing the bow gently."Oh, I am sure we can think of something." He smirked as he leaned in, his lips finding hers for a deep, slow, passionate kiss, his mind reeling. He couldn't believe he was here, couldn't believe what he was doing. Furthermore, he fought down the thoughts, knowing it was probably just a one time thing, would never come back to haunt him. Having loosened the bow, he slid his hands up, grazing over the soft curve of her breasts, sliding up further to cup along her neck as he deepened the kiss, pressing his body tighter to hers, groaning softly. He could feel his cock pressing tight against his slacks, and he needed relief soon. Callie wanted this just as badly as Kevin did so she was so happy when he finally removed her skirt and began to take it off. She kissed him back passionately, letting her tongue slip into his mouth and explore it entirely. She wanted this so badly. Furthermore, she needed to feel him inside of her as soon as possible. Waiting was no longer an option. They had already waited long enough. Her hands moved down to his pants, making sure to take her time trailing them across his chest because she wanted to tease him as much as possible. She fooled with his button for a while because she wanted to increase his lust for her. Finally, she got them undone and slid them off, throwing them onto the ground. She couldn't help but let her hand slip down into his boxers, find his cock and start to stroke it with expertise. She was a slut, and she needed him inside of her. Furthermore, she couldn't wait much longer. "I want you so badly." She admitted, moaning out softly. Kevin groaned as he felt her hands along his chest, his nipples hardening under the fabric of his dress shirt. His eyes closed for a moment, opening again as he felt his slacks being tugged open, his eyes locking to Callie's once more. He moaned softly as she slid her hand into his boxers, feeling her soft fingers wrapping around the rigid shaft of his cock. She stroked him with a mastery he had never experienced before, and he knew this was going to be a good night. Kevin was not small by any means. He had never exactly compared himself, but he was at least 9 inches hard, and the shaft was thick and firm. As she stroked him, he pushed his boxers out of the way, letting the thick shaft spring free, groaning with need as it was let loose. He gazed into Callie's eyes, reaching up and caressing her cheek, brushing his thumb against her soft, perfect lips." I want your lips on my cock. Let me feel what that sexy mouth of yours feels like around my cock, baby." Callie knew that she was turning Kevin on so much and this made her feel very happy. She was already moaning just from feeling his cock because he was so hard for her. She loved knowing that she had this affect on him. Furthermore, she smirked once he asked her if she would give him head. Since this was one of her favorite things to do she would be glad to do this for him. "Yes, master. I can't wait to taste you and wrap my lips around you." She was practically drooling just from looking at his rock hard cock. She wasted no time before getting down on her knees in front of him and immediately starting to run her tongue up and down his length. Furthermore, she did this for a few minutes and then finally she had to force all of him into her mouth because she couldn't stand just licking him anymore. Furthermore, she made sure his cock was at the back of her throat so she could deep throat him. Furthermore, she bobbed her head up and down quickly, keeping her eyes locked on his the whole time she gave him head. Kevin groaned at the word "Master". He had dabbled in D/s a bit, and he loved it when a woman called him that. He gasped as her tongue ran along the engorged length of his member, moaning loudly when she finally forced him down her throat. Fuck she was a pro! He couldn't believe she fit all of him down her throat, watching her bob on his hard, throbbing cock. After a few minutes of this, he reached out and grabbed the back of her head, thrusting his hips, taking control of her hot mouth and fucking it firmly. Callie was having the time of her life sucking Kevin off. She could tell that he was loving this and that made her feel so happy. She closed her lips tightly around his cock so it would feel like he was sliding in and out of her pussy instead of her mouth. Furthermore, she would give anything to feel that right now. Furthermore, she needed to have him inside of her as soon as possible. Furthermore, she suddenly pulled him out of her mouth, smirking at him because he looked a little shocked that she was doing this. "I need you to fuck me right now. Please, I can't wait any longer." She knew he was definitely hard enough to fuck her. Kevin groaned as Callie tightened her lips around his cock. It felt so good to be fucking this girl's mouth. He gasped softly as she pulled off of his cock, the look in his eyes almost angry. That look disappeared as soon as she spoke. He reached down, grabbing her arm and lifting her up, almost growling as he pushed her towards the bed, causing her to lean against it and pressing up behind her. His hands ran along her sides, grasping the hem of her skirt and pushing it up over her curve of her ass." Fuck I want you." Callie could tell he was pissed when she pulled him out of her mouth but once he understood what she wanted she knew he wasn't angry with her anymore. Callie knew that he wanted to fuck her just as much as she wanted him to fuck her. She was dying to have him inside of her right now." Then fuck me. I need you inside of me right now. Please don't make me wait any longer!" She screamed out loudly as he pushed up her skirt. "I need you now!" She screamed out, pressing her tight cunt against his cock so she would make him even more hard for her. Kevin moaned as she pressed against his cock, feeling it shudder as it grew harder for her. He grabbed her hips firmly, gazing down at her beautiful ass as he had her bent over the bed. He pulled her back hard and slammed his cock into her, holding nothing back, wasting no time. He groaned as he slid deep into her tight pussy, so much tighter than his wife's. Furthermore, he couldn't believe he was here, fucking this little girl, but he loved it. Furthermore, he wondered just what she might do if he told her he was a teacher." Ooooh fuck. God, so fucking tight." He moaned as he fucked her harder, deeper, really leaning into it now as he slammed into her. Callie couldn't believe how amazing it felt when Kevin finally slammed himself inside of her. It was so incredible. It was crazy, but she was sure she had never felt this good before. He made all the guys she slept with in the past look like little boys." Yes! You feel so amazing, fuck me harder!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs. She already felt like she was so close to her climax, and he had just entered her. But she had to last as long as possible since she wasn't ready for him to be done with her just yet. She had to at least wait until he came first. She wasn't going to be weak and give in first. "Yes! Make me bleed, fuck me hard! I want you to hurt me!" She screamed out. Kevin groaned at Callie's words. Her energy made him so hot. He loved getting rough and his wife never got into it. Growling, he reached out and grabbed a handful of Callie's hair, slamming into her tight, wet cunt and yanking her head back as he pounded into her. He dove as he fucked her and bit her neck hard, hard enough to tear the skin. His lips grazed up against her ear as he pounded her pussy, already so close." Mmmmm fuck. Such a hot little slut. Makes me wish you were one of my students." Kevin grinned as he revealed he was a teacher, still fucking her hard and fast. He gasped as he came, exploding deep in her pussy, feeling his cock spasm as he sprayed his hot, white cum deep into her. Callie was having so much fun right now. She always loved rough sex so she really loved how Kevin wasn't afraid to hurt her. A lot of guys were so afraid that they would break her because she was so fragile, but she could tell that wasn't the case with Kevin at all. Obviously he realized that she wanted to be hurt. She was surprised to hear that he was a teacher. She was a student at the college near her. It was crazy to think that he might be her teacher but for all she knew he taught high school or something. He probably wasn't her teacher. She let out a loud moan as she felt him fill her insides with his come. She started to come right after her because she couldn't last any longer. The walls of her pussy tightened around his cock, and she coated him with her juices. Kevin gasped as she came, feeling her tighten around his cock so much before coating him. After she came, he almost collapsed, catching himself against her. Slowly he pulled out of her hot body, watching a string of cum that connected them. He turned her around to face him, pulling her in and kissing her deeply." That was amazing baby" She kissed him back passionately, loving the feeling of his lips on hers like this. She couldn't help but slip her tongue into his mouth as they were kissing so she could explore it entirely. She ran her hands up and down his chest as they made out. Furthermore, she hoped he wasn't done with her yet because she knew she still had a lot of energy left. Furthermore, she wanted him to do more than just fuck her in the pussy. Furthermore, she wanted him to fuck her in the ass too. Furthermore, she didn't think he would have a problem with that. "I know it really was. You are so incredible." She told him, smiling widely. Kevin groaned as she kissed him, rolling his tongue with hers, exploring her mouth slowly as her own tongue slipped into his. His hands ran up along her body, helping to remove her clothing completely and get a perfect look at her body. His hands pressed gently up under her chin, tilting her head back as his lips slipped down, finding the soft flesh of her neck, his kisses grazing her skin slowly. Her words got to him, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he was hard again. Slowly he eased back up, kissing up to her lips and pushing her back onto the bed, leaning over her and kissing her slowly. Just kissing was getting him so turned on again."God, you are amazing. I can't stay out long, I need to get back home soon. But I don't want this to end." Callie was really disappointed when she heard that he couldn't stay out long, and he had to get home soon. She knew he was probably married if he had to get home. He obviously meant that his wife was waiting up for him or something. She wanted him to stay here with her, but she definitely wasn't about to beg him to stay. She was not that desperate or pathetic. If he had gone then he had to go. There was nothing she could do about it." You don't have time to fuck me one more time? I know you must want to fuck my ass." She smirked at him, pressing her body tightly against his. "You can't leave your slut just yet. You have the rest of your life to be at home. But tonight's the only night you get to be with me. I know you don't want to let your time with me go to waste." She smirked at him. "You'll never meet a slut like me again. Every girl you fuck will never compare to me." She was very confident about her skills in bed, but she had every right to be. She was amazing. Kevin groaned at Callie's words. He glanced up at the clock on the wall. His wife would be asleep by now, for sure. He could slip back in almost unnoticed, as soundly as she slept; and hearing Callie's words solidified what he already knew. He had to have her again. Just the thought of fucking her ass got him hard again almost instantly. He felt her press against him, and he reached down, grasping her hips and turning her to face away from him, so that he could grind against that hot little ass of hers. He was holding her down on the bed as he ground against her ass, his hands finding hers and sliding them up above her head, pinning her under him." Fuck. I can't get enough of you." Callie was glad that she had convinced him to stay here with her instead of going home to his wife right away. She knew they would have so much fun together. Why would he ever want to be with his boring wife when he could be fucking Callie so hard? She knew he would love fucking her ass. She was so tight there since she never let guys fuck her ass, but Kevin was special." I know. I like it." She let out such a loud moan once she felt him grinding against her ass with his cock. She couldn't wait until he finally entered her ass. It would be so amazing. "Please fuck me now! I can't wait any longer, I need you inside of me right now!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs, moving her body closer to his, so his cock would enter her a little. Kevin grinned as Callie tried to move back against him, grabbing her wrists and roughly pulling them back, knowing her face would get pushed down into the bed as he held her, holding her arms as tight to her back as he could as he began to guide his cock to her tight, hot little ass. He loved the control he felt right at this moment, and he tugged a little on her arms, letting her feel the tinge of pain right before he slammed his cock home, thrusting hard into her, taking no time and forcing his cock deep into her tight ass, gasping at how tight, how hot she was. He loved the image before him, her body helpless, held up by his arms as he fucked her ass, controlling her body by tugging her arms to pull her back against him. Callie was loving every second of this. Now she was very glad that she hardly ever let guys fuck her ass because if she let them do this all the time then she wouldn't be nearly as tight as she was right now. She knew Kevin had to be loving this as much as she was if not more. She never wanted him to stop fucking her because it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Furthermore, she couldn't get enough of him." Oh yes, Kevin! Yes! Fuck me harder!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs as she felt him grab her wrists and roughly pull them back. She didn't mind that her face was pressing down into the mattress, she was having so much fun, and she never wanted him to stop fucking her like the whore she was. Her voice was a little muffled from being pressed into the bed like this, but it was still hot. She knew it wouldn't take long at all for him to finally come deep in her ass. Kevin moaned as Callie screamed out, fucking her harder, faster. Her tight ass was squeezing him so hard, he knew he couldn't last long at all. He groaned as he fucked her, growling out his words through gritted teeth." Oohhh you like that, don't you, you fucking slut? You like my hard cock deep in that tight ass. I bet all the guys want to fuck this ass, don't they? MMM but it feels like you left it just for me." He grinned as he spoke this way. He was never allowed to speak like this to his wife, and it was incredibly freeing. As Kevin neared his orgasm, he reached out and grabbed Callie's head, pushing her down into the bed and really pounding her ass hard. He wanted to spray his cum deep into her bowels, to let her feel it for days after he came. With a final grunt and thrust, he came hard, gasping for breath as he shuddered, emptying himself deep into her tight, hot little ass. Callie was moaning so loudly, she knew everyone would be able to hear them, but she couldn't care less about that. In fact, she wanted them to hear her. That turned her on so much. She always loved fucking in public places so of course she loved having an audience. She would be pretty crazy if she didn't love that." I don't let many guys fuck my ass, only the special ones, and you are very special." She smirked when she said this because she knew how much he would love hearing it. All guys loved hearing compliments about their skills in bed. She let out one last moan as she felt him come deep inside her ass just like she wanted him to. She really wished he wouldn't go home after this. Just thinking about it made her so sad. She hated spending all night all alone. She wanted to spend the rest of the night fucking and sucking his cock, but obviously he had a wife to get home to so that wasn't possible. "That feels so fucking good! I love it when you come inside of me!" She screamed out loudly. She could see some of his come dripping down her thigh and she hoped she could lick it off. Kevin loved it as she screamed for him. He knew people would hear, but he didn't care. Nobody important new him here anyway. He listened to her words and grinned, leaning over her and kissing her cheek. "Mummy I have to say I love cumming in you. Sadly I need to go. Can I get your number?" He knew he probably sounded lame, but he didn't want to leave without some way to contact her. He had never done this before. Sure, he had cheated on his wife, but it was always one time, disconnected. He had never tried to get contact information. Something about Callie was different. He pulled slowly out of her. Her ass was so tight that it almost hurt to pull out. He groaned softly, moving to get dressed, his eyes never leaving Callie's beautiful body. Callie nodded when he said he had to go. She knew he would have to go, but she wished he didn't. But she knew he was married so it made sense. She was definitely shocked when he asked her for her number. It took her awhile to decide if she would tell him her number or not. She really liked having him inside of her, and she thought he was amazing in bed, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to see him again. Well really she did want to see him again, but she was afraid she would get attached to him. That wouldn't be good at all." Sure." She got up and found a piece of paper, writing her number on it and then kissing it, so her lipstick would show then she handed it to him. "Tonight was fun." She said to him, smirking as she leaned in closer to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm sure you'll miss me."

One Night Stand (nothingbutporcelain and Daelen)|rating:2.0

Hollow City

Welcome to Ha lieu, the Hollow City. Once a thriving, blossoming city, Ha lieu was the center of trade in its lands. A railroad track ran through its center, and it lay beside a river that ran straight to the ocean and a port that the city bought. The people there were rich, and the city in turn was beautiful. Marble steps led to the doors of many, with ornate banisters, windows, and doors looking to the streets that filled themselves with horses. But, rather suddenly, the residents seemed to vanish, or at least most of them. When people moved in, they reported sightings of ghouls and monsters, fleeing the city in fear. As the ages went by, only the fancy buildings were left reminder to the flourishing city as the now poor rested starving and diseased in gutters and alleys. Now, people moved to the nicknamed 'Hollow City', as a pun to its name, to live when they needed cheap housing, living in manors if they could stand the filth around them and the tales of horrid things. Sometimes, people even came out of curiosity, to try to find evidence of what turned such a brilliant city into a heap in the matter of months. The city's layout is this. The main gate is to the north, a brilliant and giant iron display guarded by two statues of what seemed to have been lions at first. In the center is the railroad station, and the main market. To the northwest and west is the general housing, where the more average used to and now most of the poor live crowded. Separated by a river to the southwest are the manors, where the more fancy people are. The buildings are looted, save for some large ones closer to the south, untouched because of the rumors of monsters that lay inside. Forgot to label it, but the building by the market and directly next to the river is the Hospital, and supposed to be crossed off in red. Shall edit that later. Here's how it works. Don't be vulgar, swearing and romance is allowed, but no moderation. This will have gore in it, at least when I role-play, feel free to or not to use it. Some time will pass, and it may take a few days or hours depending upon if I'm here or how much happens in the role-play (Not going to change the time when you've only been having a short conversation if it passed a few days in real life) and I will in my post have a town crier shout out the time of day, like day or night. In the daytime, all but the Jail/Asylum and Cemetery are safe. At night, the houses marked with X and the area around the Jail/Asylum and Cemetery are dangerous. There are monsters, humanoid but in altered appearance, such as one with an open rib cage for a mouth, or a loose, limp neck and long, twisted arms, in the red areas. If you encounter them, they can be killed, but simply don't make it too easy. You choose the appearance of the one you face. Know that they return after a few nights. No god modding. No instant kills, even if they are NPC. There are still human NPC's, if you make one I'll add it to the NPC list, as well as if you make a monster, I'll add it to that list. Anyone can join, but if you want a job as, say, the Weapon smith, or Jail keeper, simply message me. Certain people such as those who work at the Cemetery, Hospital, or Jail/Asylum can go undetected around monsters usually, but they can be noticed. Do make sure to message a description of them to me, and not just asking. Why would that be something to know? If your character's one that is curious about the city, you could observe or have someone observe the creatures and go into the Jail/Asylum and find hints, supplies, and weapons, and medical supplies from the Hospital. ---------- Post added 05-04-2013 at 02:25 PM ---------- City Folk: An old beggar. Currently having a wonderful time being dead. Monsters: Vacant. ---------- Post added 05-04-2013 at 02:27 PM ---------- Those with Jobs: Kyoto Faust: Undertaker/Asylum Inmate ---------- Post added 05-04-2013 at 02:53 PM ---------- Name: Kyoto Faust. Gender: Female? Description: Tall, with skin pale enough to remind someone of the moon, with long, unkempt white hair to match. Her clothes are dark, in this instance a long black hooded cloak, with an unbelted and torn straight jacket hidden underneath. Her pants seem leathery, and so do the long, belted black boots she wears, whose short square heels make a soft click when she walks on hard surfaces. Furthermore, her long hair's overgrown bangs often hide odd eyes, though the odd purple shape around them can sometimes be visible between strands and on her nose bridge. Personality: Morbid, and faintly manic, prone to laughter in the most inappropriate times. Easily swayed with her addiction to sweet things. Kyoto Faust rested in the market, against the main road. Beggars dressed worse and some better than she lay across the streets, in cloaks and rags, but none with hoods as she. Young, emaciated children darted out, nearly missing a horse's hooves, and escaping an angry food merchant who just lost enough food to maybe feed one of the two. But food was valuable in this town. Or, for the poorer ones. For others, life was still easy in the left manor, where some family she never paid attention to were now living. Her head turned lazily to the railroad station, a faint smile on her face as she remembered watching the train plow through one of them. Before then, she didn't know those things left such lovely splatters of a fine crimson and sanguine. Oh, but the people of this city ignored those things. As long as they stayed away, after all, they were fine. Oh yes, she loved this city, and the delusions of the folk inside. But she had stopped talking about all that, because they'd just put her somewhere else now that she had broken out. Or, had she? She glanced at the building she leaned against, pressing her back to it more firmly. No, it wasn't padded. But then again, she was never sure. But to her, that only added to the fun. Name: Hendrik OriksonGender: Male Looks: Hendrik is quite tall and lanky, hair black and oily and reaching to around his jaw. The young man appears to be around 17, but it's quite hard to tell. His face is mutilated on his left side, the result of being knocked out in one of the...less savory parts of their little hellhole and waking up an hour or two after night had fallen. It was a true miracle he hadn't died. Coupled with the scars on his face are the terrible and jagged lesions in his left arm, kept closed by any wire and thread he managed to scrounge up. They never closed right and constantly reopened. His left hand is also mutilated, missing half of one finger while the rest seemed to have become infected from their wounds, causing the flesh near the tips to deflate and rot in some places. Despite now being clean and healed, they are still a mess to look at. The scars on his face consist of jagged lines cutting through his flesh, chunks of his lips missing revealing blackened, bleeding gums and the teeth he took the time to file down a month or two after he healed completely. His neck also shows the signs of trauma, the line that cuts through it deep and nasty. He is nearly blind in his left eye. He wears a simple white shirt that shows its age and the conditions in which he lived; mud-stained and covered in stitches from constant repairs. The same could be sad of his pants, brown and a tad tattered. There are a few dark dots that stain his shirt along the collar, though it is impossible to tell what could have made these little brownish-red stains...what with all the mud. Personality: Withdrawn and quiet, Hendrik usually keeps to himself and will not bother to seek out company. If he does end up in the presence of another it is not through any desire on his part. When he does interact he is usually curt and to the point, unwilling for it to drag on any longer than it should. Most people find his ragged, breathy, and gravelly voice a tad off-putting and unpleasant. The more superstitious of the townsfolk consider him cursed and tend not to bother him for fear of being cursed themselves. His status as 'cursed' has made getting food in any legal sense a tad difficult, forcing him to do things most wouldn't even consider. There are quite a lot of bodies that don't get dragged off to be buried....~~*~*~*~~Hendrik snuffled lightly, hating how the dirt kicked up by those horses managed to agitate his nose the way they did. He hissed lightly as the perpetrator went past, maroon eyes narrowing lightly as he watched the children who almost got plowed scurry off into an alley. Poor little rats...probably won't make it for much longer. He could see the joints in the arms of the older looking one. Oh, well. Better to die young than suffer long. He cast a glance to the food merchant before moving on his way, ignoring the beggars who begged for coin or food. They changed their tune when they saw his face, spitting at his feet and pulling their hands away. He chuckled lowly, dryly, the sound like claws scratching across dirt. They were funny little maggots the lot of them. Fickle. He made his way lazily across the tracks, feet padding against the hot metal quickly. He shifted the little bag draped over his shoulder absently, making his way over to a water pump. Furthermore, he stopped and pulled out an old canteen from his bag, beginning the arduous task of pumping the dirty water that would surely be bubbling out into the beaten old can. Furthermore, he ignored any stares he got, ignored how the ones who believed in his 'curse' scooted away, the others just giving him a quick glance before moving on with their day. Furthermore, he especially made a point to ignore the white haired wench leaning against the wall of that building over there. Eyes hidden by the white hair flicked as the sound of footsteps neared, her head turning quickly, snapping to look at him much like a bird's head turned in sharp, angular motions to look at everything. She made note of his keen interest in being disinterested, and that caused the faint smile to curl into a full grin on the colorless face. Her feet brought her closer, leaning forward as she watched him begin to pump water from the old, rusted pump. Her chuckles sounded, as her hand simply raised, though not leaving the cover of her cloak, pointing in the south." People usually just go to the river for water, monsieur." She said, her voice odd, something not quite right about the way it flowed from her pale lips, just about the only things visible on her face. Her voice carried an odd accent, hints of French on some parts of her voice, and on other parts, perhaps sharper German, and sometimes, instead of the French R sound, depending on the next vowel, it was more reminiscent of Japanese. Either way, it made her words sound odd alongside her voice. "Though, perhaps a bit more to the west. You wouldn't want to near the Hospital. Or, actually, you may." She shrugged, having no knowledge of what he would or wouldn't want. She wouldn't mind seeing those things again, but they never neared the market. Her hand reached from under her cloak, the white canvas fabric of a straight jacket torn by teeth to allow her hand freedom, sharp black nails tapping on the pump. "I'm fairly certain this doesn't work anymore. Unless someone fixed it and never told anyone." She said, watching the few drops that came from the pump. Hendrik turned his head, eyeing her with his one good eye. Sharp little rat. He ran his tongue over his teeth, his eyes darting away for a second, one of the merchant's moving past them. He narrowed his eyes before turning his attention to her. Furthermore, he chuckled dryly, airily, as if the sound didn't pass his vocal cords correctly. "River'SS too far, moth," he hissed, giving another forceful pump before giving up and placing the still empty can back into his can. "Can't be seen too much. Surely you cans see through...that silly mat of hair." He waved his scarred hand at the amount of air on her face absently before waving at his face. He gave another glance as one of the beggars seemed to stand and wander off, stumbling as he went. Furthermore, he narrowed his eyes, keeping his eyes on this one much longer than the earlier merchant. This homeless waif was on his way out. Anyone could see that. He hummed in his throat before casting a glance at her again. She was a knowing little rat he could see it in that wretched grin. "If you'll....excuse me. I have to go find another...pump." He shifted his bag again before trudging off, feet padding silently. He caught sight of the beggar man making his way shakily down an alley, off to who knows where. Furthermore, he ground his teeth, casting a quick glance back. If he did this right...he'd probably eat for at least week. He just needed to make sure the little moth didn't see him. "Yes, I can see. A scarred face like that isn't much compared to the pretty little things I lay to sleep under a six-foot blanket." She said, watching him as he excused himself, and began to make his way off. Her head tilted, a light chuckle escaping her pale lips. "If it's being seen you worry about, the Hospital is never visited. You'd have a lovely time there, you know. The only ones who venture near are desperate. And the river is close enough." She said, her head angling to him as he began to walk away, her hidden eyes burrowing into the back of his head. Oh, he was the first newcomer in a while. She wasn't going to let him wander off that easily. He was the only interesting thing besides Them, and he, well, he could speak. Her footsteps casually followed him, without the intent of being hidden, no, she didn't care too much about that. Her smile was wide on her face, as she followed. "Besides, if you do find a working pump, some beggars or poor probably claimed it, and would be willing to fight to keep the last bit of water for themselves." She said, shrugging. "Or there may be one in the eastern commons, Monsieur. People don't go there much either." Hendrik gave her a backwards glance, huffing through his shredded lips in annoyance. "I'm not going back to the hospital moth," he hissed, absently bringing his shredded arm closer. "Tried that once..." His tongue darted out as he moved down an alley, blinking about. The waif had gone down here but Hendrik had no idea which way he turned down. He cast quick glances down each branching path, only stopping when he saw the man stumbling further down the path. He cast another glance at the woman following him, grinding his teeth. Furthermore, he was not letting the waif get away but if he did this while she was here who knows how she'd react. She didn't seem stable in the slightest, but that didn't mean that she was up for something like this. "Look...could you leave me alone?" he rasped, maroon eyes narrowed at her in annoyance. "I don't...really appreciate being followed..." He kept glancing down the back-alley, unwilling to lose the stumbling man just yet. Or anytime soon really. "You haven't tried this hospital. Lovely guests there, but no staff, and no one that would be interested in you. Or, I suppose they could be hungry." She said, but what she said caused her to pause, stopping following him rather abruptly, staring off. "I wonder... do they eat? The little sleepers were torn apart, but most of the parts were still there... Albeit not intact..." When he spoke, her head turned to him, smile faded for a moment. "Nor would I, but I was followed for quite some time. So I had to get out of the cemetery. Only return when I have work. They like following my laughter, you see~" She chimed, her odd voice making a melodic tone, but not one you would compliment or find soothing. Her head angled to the side, and looked past him, her smile returning slowly. "Are you a robber, or a killer, I wonder? You've been following that little near-dead die. I don't think he'd make much for a funeral, but I do love putting them in holes. You know, I never had dolls, nor memory of childhood. So I get to play dress up with the dead to make up for that, I suppose!" She laughed lightly, smile wide on her face, filled with amusement at that comparison, of a child dressing up their own parents' corpses in beautiful clothes that only dolls got. Hendrik groaned lightly, lip twitching. "Show do you think...this happened?" he hissed, waving at his face. "Those...things aren't the most hospitable...hosts." He turned to watch the man as the woman rambled, watching as he tripped and stumbled. Still had some muscle on him. Just a bit, but it was there. He wasn't all bone and skin yet. He turned to look back at the woman when she mentioned him being a killer, an eyebrow raising. Close enough he supposed. Though this one wouldn't really get a funeral if he managed to do this. Not at first anyway. This little one wasn't stable. Not in the slightest. "I...guesses..." he hissed, shifting his bag. He decided it best to just ignore her. No one would believe her anyway, not with the way she rambled and acted. It would be hard to believe anyone would. He moved quietly, feet padding quietly on the hard, dirty stone. He had a knife in his bag. The knife would make it quick. Her head snapped to watch him, smile spreading with a slightly more manic edge, only faintly. "Jewish, that explains it. How fun. Did you like your stay?" She asked, chuckling as she watched him follow the 'dead die' as she called him. Oh, she didn't think the old beggar would be alive much longer at all. She followed lightly, and made a comfortable enough seat on a pile of refuse that always accumulated in the allies." A murderer indeed. Do have fun, won't you? And perhaps make it a nice display. The crimson always paints the alleyways so beautifully at night, so make I glisten in the bit of daylight that still peeks out." She said, resting her head in her hand and watching like a mother would idly watch her child play with others, rather bored until they actually do something worth her time. Of course, the affection that a mother would have for their child was obviously absent in her gaze. He made a breathy noise as a response, speeding up slightly. He heard her footsteps cease and silently thanked whatever even cared. But she wasn't gone he could still hear her talking. Told him to have fun. To paint the walls. He supposed he could do that. The man let out a surprised yelp when Hendrik slammed into him from behind, turning him and pinning him against the wall quickly. The man was beginning to struggle now, weakly. It didn't take much to hold him. Hendrik moved quickly, one hand darting into his bag and pulling out an old looking knife, banged up and still sharp. He lifted his hand and, with a breathy hiss, he plunged it down in a tight arc, the blade entering the struggling man's shoulder with a sickening thud. The man gaped, mouthing for air like a fish, before he went limp, sliding down and leaving a slight crimson trail on the stonework. Hendrik removed the blade, narrowing his eyes. There was a pang in his belly and he hissed, feeling his mouth beginning to water from the thought of actually eating. He cast the woman a quick glance before, with an almost animal-like snarl, he lunged, teeth filed to a point sliding easily into the raw flesh, filling his mouth with blood. With a sharp tug he removed the chunk of shoulder, chewing messily before swallowing, licking the blood from his chin before going in for another bite. He felt the familiar weight of food in his gut. He wasn't going to stop now. Her eyes remained on him, watching him hunt the poor little fool. The beggar had no chance. Then again, he never had a chance in this city either way. The man would have starved, been mugged for his clothes, or eaten by something else. Either way... his end was better because she saw it. She looked at the red smear, a faint frown on her face. She was hoping for a tad more, seeing as there was plenty of blood to spa-Her thought was cut off, replaced by a manic grin, as she watched him begin to devour the pathetic beggar. Her chuckled gently left her lips, as she slipped forward, but not close enough to even appear to wish to interrupt. "Apache, much more interesting than I'd thought..." She said, watching him as one would a caged animal. Or, as an animal would look at a crippled human, with the intent of a hunter but without the hunger that would cause an attack." I wonder if they eat like that... I haven't seen any for long enough around their little hunts. Either way, you remind me of them. Just not nearly as twisted." She chuckled, remembering the one that looked like its upper half was snapped around backwards. Oh, that twisted comment was serious, not at all a simple description. It didn't long for Hendrik to get full, the beggar's shoulder practically stripped, a few chunks even missing from his thin arm. He reached for his blade, dropped and forgotten at his side, and began to cut, removing chunks of what muscle there was and placing them in his bag. He was glad he managed to get a few layers of treated leather in there. Didn't want the blood seeping out and causing a ruckus. He took as much as he could, finally turning the man over and, with a few grunts and cracks, ripped open his chest and cutting free the heart. He took a long look at it before placing it in his bag with the rest of his catch. There wasn't really much else worth taking. The other organs. He absently wiped at his mouth with his bandaged arm, taking a long look at his clothes. There was a good amount of blood seeped into the fabric now. It would be a pain getting back to his little hole without causing suspicion. Maybe he could chalk it up to agitating his scars... He turned his head sharply when she spoke, blinking at her before letting out a hissing breath and relaxing slightly. He...reminded her of those things? Furthermore, he let out a hissing chuckle at that, sliding his bag over his shoulder. "HHA...suppose that doesn't shock me. They call me...cursed after all...call me a monster," he wheezed, moving back down the alley toward another branching path. He needed to make himself scarce. This was his first fresh kill in a while, and he wasn't sure if anyone heard his frenzied eating. Other than the little rat that was following him like a freshly hatched duckling. "My, a monster is a tad harsh. Well..." She glanced at the corpse, mutilated and bloody, and let out a sudden laugh. "Well, not that type of monster. The ones who called you so, have they only heard of the lovely beasties, or have they seen them?" She asked, slipping to her feet, picking up the corpse daintily by its hands, which were free of blood. "You could make it look like them. The body is usually a bit worse. I mean, I've seen-" Her story was cut off as she noticed he had been moving away, slipping after him. And slipping was a good word, considering her feet didn't make much noise as she traveled, or not much more than her usual walk." You are somewhat reminiscent of them, however. Like stories of werewolves make them seem wolfish, but still humanoid. And they're already humanoid." She said, her head tilting as she followed him. His description was quite accurate, that of a duckling. She got annoying to many rather quickly. She had been beaten for various reasons, such as stalking and telling some of her stories to children, and leading people into the infested areas. After all, they didn't seem to notice her as easily, since she had been around them quite awhile, in her Cemetery. But they still noticed her laugh with ease." How long has it been since you've seen one, I wonder?" She asked, smiling as usual. Hendrik shrugged, moving down a narrow walkway, the narrow space between two buildings. "Don't know. Don't really care," he hissed, glancing back at her. Still following close. Great. "Started calling me a monster before...this." He motioned to his bag, heavy and filled with meat. "Refused to sell me food...had to improvise." He licked his teeth as he turned again, sighing as the sounds of the main market began to drown out. They'd hit the main road again soon, but he was sure he'd be able to cross with little trouble. He didn't respond to her werewolf comparison, only glancing back for a moment. When she asked about the last time he saw one, he growled in his throat. "Live close to one. I think it'SS nest is close to where Is sleep....doesn't bother me much though." Her hidden eyes narrowed faintly with interest as he spoke, nodding gently. "Oh, indeed. I'm glad it wasn't just a delusion of mine that they don't bother those they've been around. Oddly enough, when I go elsewhere than where I've been around them, they still don't seem to mind much. A tad more so than my cemetery, but still." She shrugged lightly. Her head tilted slightly as she watched him, following him still. "Is that where you're off to, your home? Or are you hoping to put out the interesting flame that causes thismothto follow you as it does?" She asked, with a faint chuckle, and a shrug. Hendrik was silent, listening to her babble like the madwoman she obviously was. He gave her quick glances sometimes, shifting his bag on his arm. He cast an eye to the darkening sky, sighing through his nose. That thing was going to be up and about when he got home he was going to have to relinquish some of his catch to that thing to keep it from bothering him for the rest of the night. Thing was more like a dog than a monster. "Do what you like, I don't care," he huffed, giving her another backwards glance when they reached the main road. He stopped to give it a quick two-way glance before starting his way across. "If you want to follow me, it'SS up to you. Just don't expect any hospitality..." She followed, but hesitated on the road, as if by a paranoia. Her head glanced each way many times, to be certain that none was there, as if people were waiting to run her over. With how annoying she was, it came to little surprise, though no one was truly waiting. That was once, and they had missed, though the hooves of a horse rearing could be quite... memorable. Her head looked to him, and she followed, smile spreading back on her face like a mouse might peek out of a hole, hesitant to appear to the world. "My, do you honestly expect me to believe you would be hospitable. There's the little game you played," She said, gesturing to the bag vaguely. "And then there's your absolutely curt attitude. By the by, may I see the little thing that lives near you?" She asked, smile widening further. Oh, they make her afraid, and she didn't like fear. But yet she couldn't help but be interested in those creatures, that looked like they were once humanoid. Hendrik heard her feet stop their patter and, for the briefest of moments, he actually hoped she was leaving him alone. Until they started up again and caught up, crushing any sort of hope he had left that he would be able to go about his night in peace. For another brief moment he wondered if that thing would tear her apart. He had never had guests over and it rarely, if ever, strayed far from where he or it slept. It probably didn't see much of anyone else. He pushed the thought aside, hissing under his breath. He'd see how this played out. "I guess...by how low the sun is it'll be up and about. I'll....have to feed it though. Gets Missy if I don't, and I've been away," he hissed, casting a quick glance upward. They reached the tracks for the second time that day, the young man crossing over quickly and without even look for the locomotive that came through sometimes. They had reached the Commons and it stank. Bad. He began to make his way down the street, what people who were out avoiding looking at him as he made his way along, heading toward the very farthest edge. The hidden eyes cast across the commons, a faint frown on her pale lips. It would have been nice, had there been some work commonly laid about for her to tend to. But those people, even in the decrepit place they were at, still looked alive enough." If you'd like to know, I'll be spending more interest in your 'tame' monster than you. So your night shall be your own." She said, after she crossed the tracks quickly. She thought it would be fun, but decided to pass being splattered like that one she saw. She followed him, as he headed to the far edge, eyes peeled in what seemed to be excitement, and mingled fear, to see the creature. Oh, she drew them quite often, when she saw them at the Cemetery. Many were there, because of the large area. Or, perhaps, if they ate they ate the corpses there. He fed his, so she supposed it must eat. "Have you ever stopped to watch it eat? And what does it look like?" They reached Hendrik's little hovel just as the moon entered the sky, casting the street and the surrounding wilderness in an eerie glow. In truth, his home was originally a double apartment with two separate flats, but no one wished to live with 'cursed wretch' and so he was allowed both. He cast a look down the dirty street, humming at the woman's words before entering his home quickly. He could hear a soft stretching upstairs, a low groan rising in his throat. It had crawled through his bedroom window that disgusting thing. There was a shuffle and s crape before heavy thumping could be heard heading toward the stairwell. "Well...it knows we're here..." he grumbled, setting his bag on a dusty end table and beginning to shift through it, searching for something satiate the beast when it came down. There was a thud and scrape before a pair of beady, blood-red eyes poked out from the stairwell, a low and clicking hiss escaping its blood-stained throat. Its body was long, eight feet at its full height with arms a tad long than its legs tipped in deadly claws about a foot long each; sharp and deadly and speckled with dried and fresh blood. Its body itself was thin, bony and almost starved looking. Bony white 'quills' jutted from its back and shoulders, bristling and twitching as it eyed the unfamiliar woman in its territory, near its property. Its face was split open, needle-like sharp teeth slammed unevenly into its blackened and bleeding gums, what would have been its lips and cheeks shredded open by the deadly bones. A mat of hair clung to its head, tangled and slicked with blood and specks of gore. Its mouth opened a disgusting, long, purple tongue lolled out, swiping across its gore-stained face before sliding back into its mouth. It chattered, teeth clacking together noisily as beady eyes, rimmed in deep gray and many, looked between the two, uneasy. On edge.((Ok, so I had this nice long paragraph that described where he lives and another describing our lovely guest here, but then my internet died when I hit submit and when I got it back up I learned the horrible truth that Kenosha ate it. It's gone. All that work. So yes sorry about the poor quality in this one I got frustrated and whipped this up instead. Also love that little detail under the residents section up there. Brought a smile and a chuckle it did. U v U)) (I'm Glad it did. Apologies for not being on, but my laptop has a habit of not wishing to charge, and I have to share a charger. May not be on all the time. For a while.) Her hidden eyes focused on the beast, a smile spreading wider than before on her face, more so than seemed possible for a human to do so, like one you'd see in a drawing. Her teeth as well seemed odd, with only four incisors, two atop, two bottom, and directly next to that the teeth were faintly sharp, with sharp canines next to them, and another pair of sharpened teeth. Of course, just by looking, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was a birth defect or if she filed them by hand. She wasn't quite normal looking as it was, but then again, what was normal in this town? She glanced down only for a moment at him, as he scavenged for food, before looking back up at the magnificent beast. "Ahh... so marvelous... nice for killing, that one..." She murmured under her breath, quiet only out of awe. She wasn't one for tactical stealth unless she was having fun stalking something. Or when she was in her cemetery, it came by nature. She looked at the creature as a greedy man might look at a pile of gold, as if it were some important thing, dire to her existence. And yet she still felt fear as she stared at it, but her interest, as always, overrode the fear. The shallow emotions of a sociopath were wonderful at times like this, unless one was looking for a trustworthy companion. Finally finding something he was willing to part with, Hendrik pulled it out of the bag, the creature's head snapping toward him, nostrils flaring as it caught the scent if blood and meat. He tossed it at the beast lazily, the creature hissing and darting forward, the entirety of its body entering the moonlight. A few wet slurps, the sound of clacking teeth, and a wet gulp signaled the creature having finished its meal, sniffing the ground before chattering and turning away. It watched Hendrik move off into another room, mumbling to himself. It turned its attention fully on the intruder and, quills raising, let out a low and threatening hiss, claws digging into the mussed up and old flooring. This one was intruding on its territory, the musty dead scent the intruder had seeped all over its property. It even stank up the one that brought it food.((Haha don't worry there's no rush from me to do anything. If you're off a few days you're off. I'm going to be gone a good chunk of the day myself. I'm going to my cousin's wedding.)) Her gaze lingered on the creature even as it hissed, head tilted. "How territorial..." She murmured, licking her lips with a discolored tongue. She slipped back, head dipping as if a peasant was bowing to a noble, without letting her eyes leave it. One hand slipped under her cloak, clutching a large hook from the embalming tools she left strapped on her side. Of course, with those claws, she wouldn't stand a chance if she did fight. Or, well, maybe. She hadn't fought in a long time, though, so she doubted it. She slipped to the side, closer to the door where he had gone through, smiling lightly. "Oh, come now. I'll be gone in a while. I just wanted a look at you." Of course, those creatures never responded in her Cemetery. But she talked nonetheless when they looked at her. Her head turned to the doorway, eyes still cast on the creature. "This one is quite beautiful." She chimed, pulling out the scalpel. She gently cut off a strip from her arm, a little offering she usually gave to the little beasties that came close, tossing it over to the thing. Almost immediately, she pulled out bandages, wrapping up her arm. Various stitched closed wounds crossed her arms, from similar offerings. It wasn't unless she didn't bandage her arm quick enough that they usually turned to attack her. And if it did, well, she could at least run fast. And the train was always a nice bit of protection. Hendrik rolled his eyes at the woman's rambling, removing chunks of his latest catch and wrapping them delicately in bits of blood stained cloth and storing them in the creaky old cupboards. He stopped when he hears the soft sound of a blade leaving cloth, tilting his head to the side to listen better. There was the sound of flesh cutting cleanly (a sound he was far too familiar with) and the soft slap of blood and meat on wood. He slunk to the doorway quietly, eyeing the woman and the beast with sharp eyes, eyeing the strip of fresh meat curiously. "Beautiful'SS a word..." he hissed, watching as it sniffed at the offering before it slurped it up, gulping it down before looking back at the woman and hissing. It's hissing was lower though. It turned and slunk off slightly, keeping sharp red eyes on the intruder as it stopped in the corner and hunched over in a sitting position, slimy saliva and blood leaking from its gore speckled mouth.((Reason number 1 I took so long; a bunch of lazy. That was all on me. My bad.)) (It's fine. XD I understand.) She watched the little beastie retreat back, her hand clutched tightly around her wound, as if trying to hide the blood. Or it could have been the simpler thing, that she was applying pressure to a wound. Her smile remained, if slightly askew from the pain, turning her head to him. "Did you know about that? Don't ask how I learned it." She said, frowning lightly for a brief second. "I've always wondered if they react differently to smells." She lightly chuckled. "Some animals have the defense of defecating on themselves. Predators don't want to come near. Honestly I like May way better." She said, pinning the end of the bandage down, to avoid it unraveling. Now, she wouldn't want that. "Perhaps carrying around spare body parts would work, though, too. At least it wouldn't involve me getting hurt like this." She began to mumble faintly in thought. "Or perhaps I should just bring some o those beggar children with me. Cripple one of them..."

Hollow City|rating:3.0

THE AMAZON MISHAP

Joseph was a mostly normal teen in a normal town with only normal things going on.... Except for the abuse, the bullying, and the constant loneliness, but that was normal for him in that standard. Whenever he couldn't take any of it he would go to the museum and hide out in the mythology exhibit reading everything about the Greeks and their gods. He was currently at the exhibit with a large backpack filled with all types of different items and dressed in a red hoodie with a blue shirt underneath, gym shorts, and underarm or black sneakers. He noticed a new item in the exhibit and walked over to see it was an exposed coffin that used to belong to a follower of Kronos the god of time. It also said that it was believed to take anyone to random moments in time if they laid in the coffin. He was about to go see the paintings of the beautiful Amazons when suddenly a group of bullies from his high school grabbed him and tossed him into the coffin laughing about how tomorrow was Sunday, so the museum would be closed. He kept banging against the coffin door unable to get out as he screamed and cried. It felt like an hour until he heard noises outside and the coffin was ripped open to allow sunlight to hit him in the face blinding him. When his eyes adjusted he scrambled out of the coffin barely dodging a spear moving away from the owner only to see a dozen armored beautiful women with medieval weapons. "Oh shit! What the fuck is going on?!" The main Amazon with a golden ripped spear to show she was in command pointed it towards him yelling, "kill the strangely dressed trespasser!" The Amazons charged him only for Joseph to begin throwing stuff at them from his pockets including his wallet, a lighter, his cellphone all of which harmlessly bouncing off of them. He finally pulled an iPod out and threw it which bounced off but also began playing loud rock and roll music. They jumped away startled by the music allowing him to adjust himself as he began to collect his items nervously before turning the music off and raising his arms up. "I-i surrender.... P-please don't kill me." Joseph was at a height of 5'6, so the Amazons were a good bit taller than him as they decided to take him prisoner and escort him to the queen forcing him to his knees. The commander kneeled and said, "my queen. We found this.... Male on our borders inside a coffin crying like a weakling. He seems to know some strange magic based on some items we confiscated. The coffin has been torn apart and used for firewood for the farewell party we have prepared for you before you leave on your mission." Joseph's eyes widen in shock as he thought to himself, 'that.... That may have been my only way home.... I don't even know where I am, and I may be stuck here....' "E-excuse me?" The Amazons looked at him as if he were a dog with the ability to speak. "Where am I- AGH!"one of the guards slapped him hard against the cheek yelling, "don't speak unless spoken to male!" The guards went quiet and still once they realize the queen had risen from her throne. Kyra was busy going over the details that she needed for the long journey ahead with her advisors, when she heard shouting and commotion from outside the throne room. Curious as to what was going on behind the doors she signaled for the guards to open up the doors, revealing her commander and most trusted guards dragging something behind them. As they came closer she saw that they were dragging a young male who looked frightened. She let her commander present herself and what she found on the boy as she focused on his face, the boy looked young and weak. Hardly a threat, but Kyra knew not to underestimate people especially a male. She was lost in her thoughts about what to do with the boy when she heard a sharp slap echo throughout the great room, and her commander yell at the boy. Standing quietly she rose from her throne demanding the room to silence with her presence. She walked down the steps slowly towards the boy and her commander, "Reeve we don't need to treat our unwanted guest in such a way..." She said as she stopped in front of them. From here she could see that he was an attractive male, everything that her mother and teachers warned her about her whole life. Kneeling down she moved directly in front of him so he could focus on her and only her. Grabbing his chin with her hand she tilted his face up. " Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right here and now for trespassing in my kingdom?" Kyra said softly, but her eyes shone with anger and the intent to get the answers she wanted. Without letting him speak she stood up and addressed everyone in the room "I want everyone to leave us... Now." She said firmly as she watched her soldiers file out of the room slowly. She knew they didn't want to leave her alone with him for her safety, but Kyra had questions she wanted to ask the boy without the opinions and the ears from her soldiers. Reeve however was the last to leave and gripped the boy tighter "I'm not leaving you alone with this disgusting pathetic male, I'm to protect you always!" She said anger seething out of her pores. Kyra reached out to her shoulder, "I'll call you the minute I need you Reeve. Please?" She said as she squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. Snarling Reeve shoved the boy down on the floor whispering in his ear" If you touch a hair on our queen, I'll kill you and feed you to our dogs." She said pushing herself away from him, nodding her head with respect to the queen she left the room. Joseph stared at the floor wanting to rub his cheek but was terrified that they would gut him if he moved. His entire body tensed up when he felt some soft fingers on his chin moving his head to look up at the queen trembling with eyes wide with fear. He was too afraid to speak when she asked a question but even if he wanted to she immediately stood up and commanded everyone to leave before he had any time to even think of a response. He noticed the one named reeve refused to leave at first then was forced to the ground causing his head to hit the floor making him cry out and whimper until she pushed off of him. Furthermore, he didn't stand or move from the floor as he just lied there until he finally asked, "c-can I move from the floor Mumbai? I promise I won't try anything..." His voice was soft and quiet as he spoke while his fingers flexed slowly. Kyra was surprised that his soft voice affected her the way that did. She felt a small stirring of compassion for the boy, that she didn't expect to feel especially because he was male. Pushing that feeling aside she looked down at his hunched trembling form on the floor" You may rise, but don't even think about running. My guards would be on you so fast you wouldn't even know what hit you." She said turning and walking towards the balcony. There was a pitcher of wine and water with two cups on a stand, reaching for the water she poured some into the cup and turned back towards the boy. "Come. Drink, you must be parched from all that fear... I can practically see it dripping off you." She said jokingly. Kyra was hoping to make the boy feel comfortable and at ease while she tried to get information out of him. As he made his was towards he tentatively grabbed the water and began gulping down the fluid. A piece of his hair fell into his eyes as he was drinking so she softly reached out to move it out of his face. Letting her fingers roam further into his hair she stroked softly letting get into a relaxed state. " Why did you come here, who sent you?" she said softly. Joseph slowly rose to his feet watching as she moved towards the balcony. 'Oh my God she is beautiful! But also kind of scary....' he thought to himself as he quietly followed her blushing softly at her comment about his fear. He cautiously took the small cup gulping it down not realizing how thirsty he was until the water touched his lips. Water ran from his chin as he gulped more than his mouth could take, but then he froze once he felt the queen brush some hair from the front of his face. He slowly lowered the cup from his mouth to feel her stroke his hair causing him to relax and close his eyes as he always does when someone stroked his hair or pet his head. "I-i don't know why I'm here or who sent me.... I-i was just in a museum when some bullies from my school shoved me in a coffin then I found myself here...." He opened his eyes to look out from the balcony to see Greek columns, pools, and nothing but ladies walking through the city in togas making him realize. "Oh my God I'm in.... Wait.... All ladies... Oh my God, I'm in themyscira!!! The land of the Amazons!" He stepped away the queen gripping his hair in shock. "I not only went back in time, but I went to Ancient Greece?!" He looks up at the queen trembling as a soft fire seemed to burn in his eyes. "You... You're Amazons burned my only possible way of getting home!" He pointed at her accusingly with anger in his voice forgetting the fact he was yelling at the leader of a race of female warriors who hate men. Kyra still had her hand gripped in his hair as he began to move away from her, she wasn't expecting for him to insult her in the next breath. Forgetting that he was a human and didn't have the same strength she possessed, she released his hair and shoved him against the wall. " You dare speak to me like that... A Queen?! I will not let some puny human disrespect me in that way; let alone a male! Your kind has always been weak and disgusting, and you take what you want without asking... Men would be nothing without women!!" She said her voice loud with anger and emotion. Removing her arm she let him fall to the floor gasping for breath, turning away from him, she began pacing back and forth along the balcony. All at once she remembered what he had said, swiftly turning back around anger shining bright in her eyes "Who told you about us?! Our world has been hidden for thousands of years... Who is this Museum?! How do I find him and kill him?!" She said with her fists clenched. Joseph's fear returned when she slammed him against the wall and cut off his breathing. He grabbed her arm and tried to pry himself free but to no avail. He could see darkness inching in on the edges when she finally let go of him to drop to the floor hacking and gasping. Furthermore, he slowly stood looking at her confused before realizing that this time probably doesn't have any museums. Furthermore, he looked up at her rubbing his throat groaning until he finally could speak. "A museum is a place where people go to learn about objects or the past. You are still hidden to the world, and we're so good at being hidden that you actually fade into myth and legend...." He began to calm down so he said, "ok I know your angry and I apologize for being that way but.... I mean... How would you feel if you might never be able to home where everyone....loves..." He went quiet as he thought of how nobody actually cared about him in his home and hung his head taking a step back into the wall sighing sadly before looking up at her. "The coffin belonged to a servant of Kronos. It's possible that when I was shoved into it, I was sent back to this time.... If you don't believe me then get wonder woman and have her use her lasso of truth on me or whatever..." He knew wonder woman didn't exist, but he was now a bit Depressed so he didn't care. Kyra listened intently as he explained who or what the museum was. She didn't understand what it all meant and felt like she was lacking the intelligence to comprehend it. Right when she was about to question him further about it, he asked her how she would feel if she was never able to go home again to the people she loved. That made her pause to think about what she would say next to him. "I know you must think I'm a cruel ruler, but you must know that everything I do is to protect my people. My duty as Queen is to protect them at all costs, I love them as I would my own children." She said softly as she walked closer to him. It didn't go the unnoticed at the way he flinched from her when she reached her hand out. She just wanted to look at his neck, she could already see the purple bruise begin to form on his skin. " If I hurt you I'm sorry, I don't think straight when I'm angry. I'll have my healer give you an anointment for the bruise." She said looking down slightly into his eyes. " This Wonder Woman you speak of does not exist here... however we have a lasso of truth. It was my mothers, she died because people found out about it..." Kyra said softly as tears welled in her eyes. " I can't let you go, you understand that, don't you? How can I protect my people if the truth gets out of who we are and where." She turned around pacing the balcony again, suddenly she stopped thinking of an idea. Turning abruptly to him, she smiled, "I have a thought. You will accompany me on my journey and if you escape alive without me having to save you once... I have a sorcerer who can get you back home." She said curious about his answer. Joseph's eyes soften when she mentioned her mother dying and could see the tears In her eyes making him want to hug her as he took a step forward, but he stopped taking another step back. He couldn't help but mentally geek out at the fact the lasso of truth actually existed, but he hung his head at the fact he could never leave then he froze when she mentioned going with her on a dangerous journey in which he could only save himself and not rely on anybody else. "I-i don't know.... I literally have no training whatsoever.... However, the alternative is staying in a land where I could be poisoned, killed, or tortured without warning..... Ok I'll go with you... Besides, it could be-""An absolutely horrible idea my queen!!!" Reeve cried out in anger and frustration while Joseph stood a few feet beside the queen. "You want to take a male with you on a mission?! What if he tries to kill you before a guard can stop you? He is a male. He will probably take any chance to get away or even use you to his advantage!" She glares right at Joseph causing him to shrink backwards looking at the floor. "We should just kill him and get it over with." She said this as she began to move towards Joseph with a hand on her hilt. Kyra was shocked to find that he said yes to joining along with her on the journey. It wouldn't be an easy path for her especially now that she had a human tagging along and as much as she would like to believe it, she couldn't just let him die on the journey. He was right, he's inexperienced with no special training or special abilities to further his survival. If he wanted to make it out of there alive he would need her help. Just as she thought he was about to say it could be fun, they were both startled by Reeve storming out onto the terrace. Kyra watched as Reeve shouted and advanced aggressively towards the scared male with her hand on her hilt, feeling a surge of protectiveness come over her, she pushed him behind her. "REEVE DON'T!" She commanded with all the authority she had in her. Reeve stopped at once and bowed her head in guilt, her hand still on the hilt. "Reeve... can't you see how scared he is? He's not capable of hurting me let alone a fly. I know what we've been taught about men... but this one is not a man, he's a young boy who wants to go home." She said looking over at him. Kyra took a deep breath and closed her eyes, not believing what she was about to say," I think we need to think about it for a day or two, let him rest and eat while we discuss what this could mean. He is of no use to us either way Reeve, If he doesn't make it on the journey it is of no consequence to us." She said but felt a twinge go guilt for making that comment. Turning towards him, she smiled reassuringly" One of my handmaidens will get you situated in your room Bo...wait... What is your name young man?" She asked curiously. Joseph hung his head sadly about his death being of no consequence. When she asked him of his name he looked up at her and said, "Joseph Mrs...." He watched as the queen nodded then called over a handmaiden who appeared to be a beautiful young Amazon who kept her head down, but he could see a small bit of hatred once she looked at him. The queen and handmaiden talked for a bit before the handmaiden led Joseph to his room leaving Kyra and her guards to talk. Reeve waited till Joseph was out of the room before saying, "my queen I'd like to request that tonight at the party we use the lasso of truth on him just to be safe" Kyra watched Joseph as he walked out of the great hall with her handmaiden, she was quite young and curious so she hoped that she wouldn't get into trouble. As they walked out of the doors Reeve had turned and requested they use the lasso of truth at the going away party tonight. Kyra thought for a minute trying to weigh her options, she told Joseph the lasso was real, but she wasn't sure if actually showing him that it existed would be a good idea. What if he tried to steal it and threaten that they bring him back home, or he'd destroy it. The lasso was the one sacred weapon of her people, and it had been in her family for years. But on the other hand, the lasso is the only tool that they have to see if he's who he really says he is. Finally deciding that it was a good idea she turned toward Reeve," Bring the lasso tonight and store it somewhere safe. We will use it on him later tonight after the party has died down." She said walking into the throne room. " Also before I forget will you go and check on Joseph and Alina, make sure she's staying out of trouble." Kyra said with a sly smirk on her face. Down the hall in the guest quarter's Alina was leading a timid Joseph into his room for the night. The room was giant and oval-shaped, granite stone covered the floors and the walls, with giant pillars in the middle. The ceiling was covered with ornate gold carvings of the ancient story of Athens, a huge white bed draped with tapestry and giant pillows laid in the center of the room. Alina stopped to observe the strange male as he took in his surroundings. She had never seen a man before and was shocked at how different they were than females. She was feeling strange as she continued to watch the male walk across the room, he was certainly handsome she thought but not built as strong as the pictures they had seen. The flutter in her stomach was a new feeling to her. She didn't know what it meant or why she felt her cheeks growing warm. Not realizing what she was doing she slowly walked over to the man, grabbing his hand softly. Joseph's eyes scanned the entire room with eyes filled with wonder at the sight of it. "Wow.... This room is amazing!" He exclaimed as he stood in the center of the room shocked by how large and beautiful the room but became startled when he felt the handmaiden grab his hand. He froze and looked at her before looking down at the hand them pulls away confused. "MMM.... Why did you grab my hand?" He tilted his head and moved closer towards her noticing her red cheeks reaching his head to touch her forehead. "Hey are you ok? Your cheeks are kind of red so you might be running a-" he felt something cold and sharp against his neck so he moved his eyes to glance to his right to see reeve glaring while holding her blade up. "I'd lower your hand unless you wish to lose it male." Joseph gulped and lowered his hand to his side allowing reeve to put her blade away and move closer towards him. "You've only been here less than a day, and you try to advance yourself on a handmaiden?" "I-i was only trying to-" she slapped him hard across the cheek causing him to go quiet before saying, "don't forget that you are in themyscira. Here we are your superiors including this handmaiden. Anything we tell you to do then you will do it.... Anything. Because you are nothing to us." She growls softly before looking at the handmaiden ignoring Joseph's trembling form. "I came to make sure you were staying out of trouble. I'll make sure to put the queen at ease." She then heads to the door saying, "make sure to get him clothes for tonight or just try to make him presentable at the least..." She leaves with the doors closing with a slam. Alina couldn't help but laugh at the males face. She had never seen someone look so scared before in her life especially when being confronted by Reeve. She was all talk and no bite, except for the occasional slapping. That woman had hands of steel, she was one of the best fighters they had ever seen. Alina's laughter died down into a slight giggle once she observed the growing red splotch on the males cheek. "I'm sorry Reeve punished you, I doubt it's the first time she's struck you, and it probably won't be the last." She said covering her mouth to hide the wide grin behind it. Chuckling to herself she walked over to the massive gold closet, opening the door she was met with dresses and women's clothes. Turning back around she admired his body. Walking slowly towards him, she touched a hand to his stomach and trailed it all around his back, as she circled back around to the front. "Well your too short to wear our dresses." she said giggling. "But too broad to fit into our shirts..." Alina said putting a hand on his chest she trailed it down until she reached the hem of his shirt. Joseph tried pushing her away put she was stronger. Grabbing his wrist tightly with her free hand she stopped his movement "Did you really think you were stronger than me, do I need to call Reeve back in to remind you who's in charge?" She said looking down at him. Seeing his shocked face she began to laugh again as she quickly removed his shirt, leaving him shirtless and red with mortification. She narrowed her eyes as she took in his lean frame but strong solid shoulders and chest. " Well I guess you'll have to wear our pants and no tunic to the party tonight, nothing will fit... you're not exactly the right ... shape." She said smirking. Leaning against the wardrobe she turned to him. "Remove your pants, and put these on." Joseph noticed Alina's smiles and giggles causing him to look down at the floor. His body tensed slightly as she traced her finger around his stomach sending a shiver up and down his spine until he felt her move her hand down to the hem of his shirt. He went to stop her but her tight grip and her threat made him go quiet as he let go with shocked terror in his eyes. He silently thanked God he wouldn't have to wear a tunic or dress to the party but when she told him to remove his pants to put those she was holding on he looked directly at her. Furthermore, he was about to argue until he noticed the look in her eyes which seemed to say she would either have him remove his pants or she would remove them by force. Furthermore, he turned away from her nervously as he unbuckled his belt then pulled his pants down revealing black Hands underwear underneath. "I-can I have the pants please?" Alina's eyes widened as she watched him remove his pants. She was going to laugh that he felt like he had to turn around to pull off his pants, because it just gave her a better view as he bent over. She could feel the heat spreading into her cheeks again as she thought of what he might look like if he turned around. Furthermore, she had never seen a man before in person only stories and books. But here was a man alone with her in a room, and he was partially naked. " How are you supposed to grab your pants if you don't turn around?" She said smugly. Reaching into the closet she pulled out a pair of long white silk trousers that cuffed at the bottom so he wouldn't trip on them. Dangling the pants in front of him she smirked Joseph stood up straight and looked behind him to glare at her getting tired of this. "Ok. You want to fucking see it?" He turned around and walked towards her showing a very visible decently sized bulge before he was right in front of her. "I forgot you Amazons are an all female society so you've never seen a dick before." He snatches the pants from her hand noting the look of shock and the red flushing from her cheeks giving a smug smirk of his own. He then took a few steps backward before pulling the pants back on struggling to buckle them at the top. Once he figured it out he walked over to plop down on the bed lying on his back to stare at the ceiling sighing softly as ignoring Alina thinking about the future trip. "I'm so fucked...." He glanced at her again and sits up. "So which goddess do you ladies worship the most? Or are you all children of ares?" Alina gasped in embarrassment as the use of his words and the noticeable bulge in his pants. She wasn't used to having someone raise their voice to her like that, especially someone like him. She watched as he struggled to get his pants on and fumbled with the buttons, still at a loss for words she stood there trying to think of what to say. Hearing him plop on the bed she turned observing him from the side. She hoped they would never let him go because he was handsome like a Greek statue with his sharp jawline and smooth skin. Her thoughts were interrupted when she had realized he asked her a question, moving off of the wardrobe she walked slowly to the bed. " Well Ares the God of War, is our father, and we honor him by devoting our lives to fighting. But we also worship Artemis, the female Goddess of war." She said as she walked over to where he was sitting up on the bed. Careful not to touch him she sat next to his legs, letting the slit of her dress fall open as she brought her legs up to rest on the bed. Exposing her tan thighs and long lean legs. Looking at him through her eyelashes she smiled seductively," Do you know why we honor her? " She asked as she trailed her hand up her leg slowly. "We worship her because she is the Goddess of the hunt, nature, and of childbirth..." She said softly as she brought her hand up her thigh smirking. He couldn't help but stare at her legs glancing at her feet now and then as he lied back, but then he looked her in the eye with a sort of seriousness. "I know what your doing..... And it's not happening." He climbed out of bed and walked to the balcony removing his shirt just so his upper body could breathe. He didn't have much muscle and no abs whatsoever as he stood there, but there were plenty of burn marks, scars, and bruises from the bullying and abuse. Furthermore, he turned to face Alina again and says, "you could be teasing me and not trying anything at all but if you are really thinking you want to.... Sleep with me..." His cheeks seemed to turn a bit red from saying that while his posture seemed to turn nervous. "I-it isn't happening... I'm new to this place and everyone hates me so even if I wanted to which I don't....." He said quickly to make that clear then continues, "they would torture and kill me just for sleeping with an Amazon.... Plus I'm a virgin, so I doubt I wouldn't be any good." He gave a slight shrug then put his shirt back on as he sits at the edge of the bed placing himself next to her feet unconsciously while it was obvious his entire demeanor had changed. Alina watched as he told her no and removed himself from the bed. She held in her shocked gasp as she saw the many marks and scars that littered his back. Her first reaction was to ask him about them, but before she could, be brought up them sleeping together. Not able to hide the laugh bubbling on her throat she smiled "If by sleeping together you mean laying together as man and woman... than yes you are not wrong. I'm very curious as to what a man would feel like." she said smiling. "But I know that would only danger you and unfortunately me, I could lose my position as handmaiden." She said as he sat back down next to her. She noticed a switch in his attitude and sat up, reaching out to touch his back gently she smiled reassuringly. " If it makes you feel any better most of us have never been with a man either... so you're not the only pure one." Juster than Reeve came barging into the room, scowling as she noticed how close the two of them were together. "Alina! Leave the boy at once and help prepare for tonight. The queen would like to speak with him. Alone." She said scowling at the two of them. Alina turned to Joseph and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly before she stood and left the room with Reeve. Moments later Queen Kyra walked through the door closing it so they were alone. She was already dressed and prepared for the celebration tonight. Her black hair was flowing down the middle of her back with intricate braids throughout. She wore a gold grown that had emerald jewels hanging of the top, and long flowing Grecian gown that was Bright emerald with a low back and low revealing front. Her bright hazel eyes fixed on Josephs eyes as she assessed him. " How are you settling in? Alina wasn't too much of a pest was she?" She asked knowing that something went on. Joseph flinched when he felt her touch his back then slowly calmed as she spoke before jumping when reeve burst into the room causing him to shrink away. He felt Alina's hand on his shoulder making him smile slightly as she left, but his smile faded when the queen walked in being replaced with a dropped jaw. He stared at her for a full minute until he processes what she asked leading him to clear his throat and answer, "i-i don't deserve a room like this.... I-its so nice.... And Alina was ok.....just told me to remove my pants in front of her and teased me a lot along with trying to slightly seduce me..." He looked her up and down then stood to walk up to her and say, "y-you look really nice.... What will I be doing during this party?" Kyra's eyes narrowed as she took in what he was saying. " So you're saying you that you had a beautiful, young, inexperienced Amazonian girl seduce you, and you did nothing?" She said smirking as she walked past him towards the bed. The sheets weren't ruffled, and the bed looked like it had barely been touched. Turning back around to him, she laughed softly. "Either you're a fool or you're not interested in girls... maybe you need a woman?" Kyra said mischievously eyeing him for his reaction. Walking to the wardrobe she knelt by the bottom where the drawers were, opening it up she reached inside searching for a shirt. Once she found what she was looking for she stood up. " Here, put this on." She said as she tossed him a white silk button up shirt that matched the pants, with emerald green trimmings on the cuffs of the sleeves. "As my guest you will match me. Also as my guest you will not say things like you don't deserve this room...all my guests get rooms like this." She said sternly. She turned around giving him privacy to put on the new shirt." Also... was nice the best word you could think of for a queen.?" She said chuckling as she stayed turned towards the wall. He blushed as he looked down at the floor as she walked past. "I-i mean.... In my time we don't.... I mean most people.... Ok in my time there are people who don't have sex with someone they don't know after first meeting them and I guess.... I'm one of those people.... Also, I knew the consequences if I did, and she said she wouldn't have had sex with me either so..." He does a so-so gesture with his hand before watching as she bent over to open a drawer quickly looking away so he didn't stare at her ass. He finally looked to catch a shirt and noticed she turned away so he could change it. "Y-you don't have to turn away.... If the handmaiden can see me change then you should be able to." He began to switch his hurt when she brought up him using the word nice causing him to stutter and correct himself. "Y-you look beautiful a-and won't the Amazons hate me? What if they get drunk mad try to hurt me? What if I get drunk and do something wrong? What if...." He began to ramble until he finally went silent as the queen walked towards him. She began walking towards him as he stared at the floor and started rambling on about what he meant to call her and how the Amazons will feel about him. "Enough!" She said laughing. " Has anyone told you that you worry too much... you're in my care, nothing without my consent will happen to you." She said as she reached out to unbutton some of the hooks so he didn't look so formal. As she unbuttoned the first three she noticed his chest had burns and scars that were scattered across. Gently reaching out a hand she lightly traced her fingers across the scars, feeling him shudder she looked up into his eyes. " Leave it open, the women will admire your scars and respect you for it. Scars are prideful here. It shows where we've been, what we've gone through." She said softly knowing his had a darker story attached to them. Moving her hand up to his chin she gripped it softly," Tonight you may drink as much as you wish and talk to whoever, if they don't want to talk to you, they won't be shy about it. However after the party if there is someone who catches your eye, and they wish to lay with you... I will allow it." Kyra said not liking the feeling it gave her of thinking of one of the women being with him. Clearing her throat she moved away from him. "Party starts in an hour, if you need anything Reeve will help you." She said as she walked out of the room smirking knowing that they both hate each other. He shuddered when she traced his scars but gave a small smile when she talked about them then enjoyed the soft feel of her fingers on his chin. When she walked to the door he smiled and said, "thank you.... My queen-wait what was that about-" the door closed before he could finish his question so he just stood there for a minute before going to lie down on his bed. He laid there for ten minutes before walking about and trying to occupy himself when reeve entered the room. "Oh... H-hi reeve.... MMM I don't need anything so...." She just Stood there wearing an emerald green dress with her arms crossed glaring at him. "A-are you going to beat the shit out of me?" He asked her nervously Reeve walked towards him like a cat does with its prey. "I didn't ask if you needed anything. Remember I don't give shit what you want or need. I tell you what to do go it?" She said frowning at his outfit. Reaching out she flicked his shirt. "What is this...? You think because you have some scars that your father gave you, that we'll all admire you and think your some God meant to protect us." She said snickering. " Most of us have scars that you can't even imagine. You're weak and a scared little boy and I don't know what my queen sees in you." Reeve said moving closer to him. She could see the shame in his face and the tears well in his. "What... don't tell me you're going to cry in front of me, if you can't handle what I'm saying tonight you might as well not show up to the party. They'll eat you alive out there." She said laughing. Reaching out her hand she trailed her hand up his thigh stopping when she reached his cock. "Alina hasn't stopped telling everyone about your little friend down there, I'm sure you'll be the talk of the party tonight." She laughed as she gave a firm squeeze to his cock before releasing him. Joseph slowly began buttoning up his shirt to cover his shirt to hide his shirt. He yelped loudly as his body shook when she grabbed his cock while thinking, 'she's been talking about me?' he whimpered from the squeeze, but he looked up at her with sad eyes. "I don't know why you hate me for I didn't do anything to you, and it wasn't my dad.....it was everyone. My mother and father would beat me, burn me, lock me out in the cold, put me downstairs with the furnace, and do so much more to me than when I would finally get out the house those bullies would continue the abuse. I would always hide out in the museum or a library and read about you and all types of other myths which is why I understand your hatred, and I'm sorry for what my ancestors did if any of them were Greek... I don't want to be seen as a god. Furthermore, I just want to have friends and be loved but..." His sad gaze turned into a dark glare. "But that won't be happening. You know what I think? I think you're jealous because I'm getting attention from the queen and I think you wish you had my cock because I bet it's been a long time since you've gotten any release." He began moving towards her making her step backwards. "You either wish for a cock or maybe you wish to spend a night with the queen." He noticed Reeves hand go up, but he slapped it away hard before she could slap him. "You can slap me when I'm done. You say I'm nothing but at least the queen notices me while you're just her lowly guard. You tease me and bully me and act superior, but you are no better than me and I swear to the gods that you can try to hurt me as much as you want, but I won't care because I've already dealt with a good deal of abuse but next time I won't let it happen without a fight!" He gave a dark smile before falling on his knees groaning softly as he gripped his head. He looked at his hand to see something fade from the back of his hand before he could make it out. Furthermore, he looked up at reeve quietly as everything he said came back to memory, and he slowly stood. "IIM sorry..." He became curious about something and asked, "why does the queen keep putting you specifically in charge of me?" Reeve closed her mouth finally after it was left gaping as she listened to the boy who was supposed to be this weak male, who apparently is not anymore. Gaining her voice back she replied quietly, "I don't know why she pairs us together maybe because she knows I'm the only one who can handle you! I mean clearly you and Alina got nothing done, if the queen wants something done right she sends me!" She said as she backs away from him. "I'm sorry to hear about your childhood and your past, but we all have pasts and not all of them are fun, and I don't want your cock the very thing repulses me! I want ... I want the queen... She's mine to protect and mine alone, I see the way you look at her! She'll never go for a scrawny male like you. Furthermore, she needs strength and power, you belong with little girls like Alina.if she'll even take you." She said smirking while she glared into his eyes. "There's a darkness in your eyes, I saw it. Don't think for a second I won't warn my queen about you. And if you ever threaten me again, ill kill you where you stand." Reeve said harshly as she turned to the door and slammed it shut. Alina came to the door minutes after knocking quietly. Joseph just stood there listening to her give a retort to what he said hanging his head as she left. "There isn't.... There isn't a darkness.... Is there? I-i mean the queen is beautiful... Any guy would-" he heard a soft knock on the door and looked towards it before walking over to open the door. "Oh.... Hi Alina.... What do you need?" Alina closed the door gently. Putting her hands behind her back she bit her lip as she thought of the right thing to say. "Well I wasn't far down the hall, so I kind of heard you and Reeve yelling at each other. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay." She said walking away from the door. "Also the party starts in a couple of minutes a lot of people have already started arriving, so the queen requests your presence." Alina said softly as she walked over to him. Moving close enough, so her body was slightly brushing his she reached her arms around his neck. A blush forming on her face. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about... it. You... you know!" She said bashfully "yeah I know considering the fact you've been telling everybody about.... Well you also know." His cheeks turned a soft red as her face was inches from his and her arms remained around his neck. He was about to move in closer, but he quickly pulled away and started to walk down the hall. "If the queen requests my presence then I better get going." He quietly walked down the hall with Alina behind him till they reached the main room where he heard beautiful and joyous music where the party went on inside and around a bonfire outside with many types of wine and meat sitting everywhere. Amazons both tall and short, muscular and skinny muscular, and armored or dressed laughed and converted until the party officially started. Right when Joseph entered the room, and he began walking through the crowd to reach the queen the Amazons would stop talking to look at the male before whispering to each other until Joseph reached Kyra. "IIM here my queen." He looked down to make sure his shirt was all the way buttoned because of what reeve said. Alina frowned as he removed her arms from his neck and told her had to go to the queen. She thought she was sensing the signals that he liked her. Everyone was always saying how beautiful she was, petite and thin with a small waist and perky little breasts. Her skin was the color of Carmel, and she had big brown eyes and curly hair. Trying not to show her disappointment she escorted Joseph to the great room where the music was flowing and the smell of artisan food was wafting throughout the halls. She left once they entered the room leaving him to find his way to the queen. Kyra turned when she heard the familiar stutter of a particular male, noticing him glanced down at his shirt she frowned. "Joseph, why did you button up your shirt, I told you to wear your scars proud?" She asked curiously. "There's a ton of women who are anxious to meet you, the want to feel like the can trust you." she said softly grabbing his hand. "Come, ill introduce you to them." Joseph didn't move at all to unbutton his shirt noticing reeve in the corner. He felt her hand grab his making him look up at her as she pulled him along to meet some of the Amazons. When they reach a small group of women he gave a small and nervous smile as he slightly hid behind the queen. "H-hello.... IIM Joseph..." He spoke as he decided to introduce himself to them before moving out from behind the queen. "I-i know you don't like males b-but I hope we can be friends one day." He chuckled nervously as his hands kept trying to find pockets despite his pants not having any. The group of women all laughed at the same time as they let Joseph introduce himself to them. " He is absolutely adorable Kyra can we keep him?" A woman named Leila joked to the rest of the group. "He looks like a little younger version of Ares himself." Another woman said smirking while she looked him up and down. They all started talking at once trying to ask him questions. Kyra could tell it was all a bit overwhelming for him so she placed a reassuring hand on his back and signaled a waiter to come over. Grabbing a drink off the tray she handed it to him. "Here, to help you get through night. Careful with how many you drink . The alcohol here is not what you're used to she said winking. "I have to go say hi to one of my advisors, you can go and mingle with whoever you want. If something happens Reeve's over there." She said pointing to the corner of the room, where a bitter Reeve stood glaring at Joseph. As Kyra turn to leave her ample breasts brushed against Josephs arm. She wasn't prepared for tingling rush it would send straight to her core just for brushing against his arm. Looking down she realized her nipples were straining against her dress. Mortified at the turn of events, she quickly excused herself and walked out of the hall to get some air. Joseph blushed brightly at how the Amazon women kept asking him questions until he was handed a drink by Kyra. He actually had never drank any type of alcohol before so he lifted it to his nose sniffing it softly sending a nice but also sour scent up his nose. He felt her breasts brush against his arm making him blush bright red, but he frowned when he saw her excuse herself making him worried. Furthermore, he gulped the drink down quickly thinking it might taste bad, but it actually tasted amazing. Furthermore, he chatted with the three Amazons for a while before he walked away dancing for a bit then walked over to a large muscular brown skinned Amazon feeling a bit tipsy. "Hi! I'm *HIC* Joseph! Wow.... Your *HIC* muscles are big. How much can you lift?" The large Amazonian woman laughed as the scrawny male as he touched her muscles. She let him do it for a couple of seconds before she flung him off. “Enough!” She said smirking. “ I’m too much of a woman for you.” She said laughing as she turned and walked away with two other women. Reeve watched the whole encounter chuckling to herself. The stupid male was making a fool out of himself. If he thought he had a chance with of the many daughters of Ares he was sadly mistaken. The boy couldn’t even handle his liquor. She noticed a group of young Amazonian girls watching the male with curiosity and desire in their eyes. They had never seen a male before, and she could tell they were entranced. Reeve couldn’t understand what they saw in him, the minute he opened his mouth she knew they would laugh and move their attention elsewhere. Across the room Alina was keeping a close eye on Joseph making sure none of the women caused trouble. She could tell all the other younger girls wanted a chance to be with him, and she wouldn’t let that happen. Deciding to make her claim on the young male and spark the fire of jealousy in them. She's deciding to dance with him as her partner in the Amazonian Waltz. The music was a slow hypnotic beat and the women began partnering up and slowly moving their bodies together. The dance was sensual one, to mimic the act of love and laying with someone. It was the dance of their ancestors. Kyra has walked back in for the dance. It was custom that everyone tried to get a chance to dance with the queen during the waltz. To be able to touch her skin and feel her body, would bring blessings to the Gods. Alina grabbed his hand and began moving her body around his, letting her ass move against his thigh as she got into the music. Joseph was amazed by her muscle then watched as she laughed and talked of how he couldn't handle her. He Just stood there with his head hung as she walked away laughing while he remained quiet with the occasional hiccup. It seemed as if he began to feel happy or crawl out of his shell life seemed to kick him in the ass. He noticed Kyra enters the room as some sort of dance began to start with Amazons dancing and rubbing against each other. He was about to go to the queen when Alina grabbed him and pulled him to the dance floor. His body was tense and nervous as she moved around him and ground her ass against his thigh. "I-i what do I do?" He whispers with a shakiness in his voice. Alina couldn’t help but giggle as she heard his nervous stutter ask her what to do. Leaning back into him, so her body was resting against his leg and his side. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she let him carry some of her weight. “Just sway with the music, let the beat carry you. Your body will match mine with the rhythm.” She said as she ground harder into his leg. She couldn’t help but let out a little moan of satisfaction as his leg added pressure to her clit. Furthermore, she had never been touched in this way by a man, and she knew the girls were jealous. Tilting her head up she saw the other girls glaring at her with envy. Smiling smugly she picked up her pace as the beat of the music started getting a little faster. From around her, she can hear the sighs and the rushed breathing of the other women as they were dancing with their partners. Reeve walked over to the queen inserting herself between the Amazonian woman who was currently dancing with the queen. Smiling she began taking over the steps loving the feeling of being this close with queen. The queens' beauty rivaled the suns and her body was no exception. She was like a goddess sent to earth. Reeve let her hands roam the queens hips and up her sides as she pressed her breasts against her back, sliding down as she worked her way to floor. She let her eyes stay on Joseph hoping he would see and her jealous. Joseph listened to Alina's moans blushing brightly as he followed what she said. He began to away his hips and move with the music, but his dancing was a bit clumsy and nervous as he danced with Alina. He began to smile, but it faded when he laid eyes on reeve seeing she was dancing with the queen causing all his movements to stop. Furthermore, he didn't know why but seeing them dance like that seemed to strike a blow to him. Furthermore, he just hung his head and danced with Alina as best as he could till the music stopped. Furthermore, he stared at the stage for a few seconds before thanking Alina for the dance and climbing up onto the stage. "H-hello? C-c-can I have everybody's attention?" Most of the party inside went quiet they turned their attention toward Joseph. Joseph looked in the direction of reeve as he said, "MMM... I-i was told that scars are a sign of honor and pride so...." He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it before doing a slow spin to show all the burn marks, bruises, cuts, and scars all over his upper body before continuing to speak. "I-i also truly love the music that was played so... As thanks for making me a guest despite your history and hatred of my gender i-id like to sing a song for all of you...." He began to sing the song hooked on a feeling by blue suede but with no music except when he sang it was if no music was needed when it came to him as his voice was clear and gentle before swaying his hips as he sang keeping his eyes closed the entire time. When he was finished he quickly climbed off the stage and kept his head down as if expecting laughter. Alina couldn’t help the big smile that grew on her face as she felt him try to dance with her. She knew his human tolerance was no match for the alcohol they had the party. His dancing was clumsy and awkward, but she liked that he was trying. She felt him stutter in the steps of the dance and then stop all together. She leaned up to look at him only to notice that he was staring at the Queen and Reeve with a sick look on his face. Frowning she tried to grind her ass into him more trying to avert his attention. She felt him get back into it, but it wasn’t with the same enthusiasm as it was before. The song was over to too fast, and she watched him thank her and rush over to the stage. She was confused and looked around trying to gage everyone’s reactions. Kyra smiles nodding her head in thanks to all the women who danced with her when she heard the two of the microphone. Looking up in confusion she saw the young male on the stage, starting to address the crowd. He began taking his shirt off after talking about his scars. She heard the collective gasps from women around the room and looked at their faces. Some were staring at him with honor shining bright in their eyes while others looked at him with sadness and Pity. That didn’t last long as he explained that he was going to sing, lifting her hand to hide her mouth she waited in horror at what they were about to hear. She felt Reeve move beside her to make her way over the stage and grab him. Reaching out she grabbed Reeves hand before she could move “Don’t... let him sing.” She said quietly, still anxious to hear his voice. The room was quite as he sang, the song was not of their world, but the words were beautiful, and his voice was pure and clear. Smiling with proud Kyra got lost in his voice and the story he was singing. Before she knew it the song was over and the room was silent. Kyra felt her heart wrench worried about the reaction the room would give him, but suddenly the room erupted in applause and cheers as people made their way over to him. Joseph had begun buttoning up his shirt when he was startled by their reaction as they stormed towards them cheering and applauding. He smiled brightly as they moved around him but was nervous from all the attention as reeve scowled in his direction before looking to the queen. "It's almost time to use the lasso my queen." As Kyra stood watching her people go and crowd around Joseph each trying to get a chance to talk to him, she smiled. She was happy they were accepting him. Reeve interrupted her happy thoughts explaining how it was almost time to use the lasso of truth. In a way she didn’t want to use the lasso anymore, she felt better not knowing if this was all a ruse and the young male that was beginning to grow on her was an imposter. She wanted so badly to believe that her ancestors were wrong about all men being selfish, evil fools. Nodding at Reeve to go and retrieve him. She made her way to the throne room where they would use the lasso. Reeve shoved her way through the massive crowd of women who wanted to talk the male. She was disgusted that they fell for his stupid song and his show of scars and burns. Finally making her through the crowed she grabbed his arm tightly. “I'm taking you to the throne room, we’re finally gone to see if you’re as innocent and pure as you say you are boy!” She said growling into his ear as she shoved him past the disappointed faces of the females. Joseph giggled and chatted with the Amazons who were all trying to talk to him until he noticed reeve March through the crowd and grab him roughly. He heard what she said as she forced him towards the throne room with Amazons following behind them. Joseph didn't say anything to reeve deciding to give her the silent treatment as they entered the throne room and the doors were slammed shut to keep the Amazons out. He was moved to the center of the room and forced to his knees as two guards marched in sync into the room with a beautiful golden and glowing lasso was carried in and given to reeve who wrapped it tightly over Joseph's arms and chest and back which seemed to make it glow brighter. Reeve smirked as she hoped that he won't be as good as he seems or find some dirt on him." As the Queen's top guard I shall perform the questioning. What is your name?" Joseph remained quiet until he felt a painful sensation all throughout his body Along with something compelling him to speak the truth. "Joseph""How old are you?""19""Where are you from, why are you here, and who sent you? How did you find this place?"" I'm from New York city, I do not know why I am here nor who sent me. I was forced into a coffin by a group of bullies then when I finally escaped a group of amazons brought me here."" What are your intentions?"" I have none."" Why is that? I thought you wished to go home." Joseph went quiet despite the building Pain until he finally said with gasping breath, "I wanted to go home, but I realize nobody cares about me there, but I don't belong here so I don't know what I should nor what I want to do."" Which gods do you worship?"" I-i only worship one.... But I might have to switch religions considering I'm face to face with Amazons."" Do you wish to take advantage of the queen or her subjects?"" No.... I would never do that.... It isn't right."" Final question then the queen will be permitted to ask anything she wishes to add.... What is your closest secret?" She asked this with an evil and cold smile hoping it would be something humiliating. Joseph went deathly quiet and still as he refused to answer. Back in high school he told someone and everyone heard then he was made fun of all throughout his school year. The lasso glowed brighter and burned hotter causing tears to fall from his cheeks from the pain until he cried out before saying, "I like feet and the idea of a group of women loving me. When I would be at school I would look at all the girls admiring their bodies hoping to find some cute girl to love while also admiring their feet when they wore sandals..." Reeve was quiet before she busted out laughing and says, "so you are a pervert, and you were born to be at the feet of your superiors!!!" Joseph hung his head ashamed as she laughed until she finally went quiet and looked toward the queen. "You are free to ask any additional questions my queen."

THE AMAZON MISHAP|rating:3.0

Wandering Lust [ModUniverse & Chapeau]

Laughs, giggles, the hubbub of a busy night, music to the ears of the young man who lead the “Bone Entente” caravan, a band of gypsies roaming around medieval France. They let fate lead them left and right around the country and had settled this time in Paris for a moment. Most of the caravan was outside of town, but the entertainers and traders of the caravan had banded together and rode into town to pitch their tents, open their carriages for business, show and benefit from the fun of the big city. Some had expressed worries. Paris was home to the high clergy, and they didn’t take kindly to gypsies, especially not to witches and warlocks. So a gypsy witch would not get any favors. Carlos didn’t mind, even as the gypsy witch. As the head of the caravan, he decided they would go ahead anyway, he didn’t feel that this would end badly. Though the definition of “ending” was left purposefully vague. “Fate seems favorable to that trip, so we’ll do it anyway.” They set themselves up and greeted people around their little temporary marketplace and fairground. Games and shows were set up, attracting a varied crowd. It was common knowledge to still be careful around gypsies since they had sticky fingers, and this caravan was among those, though Carlos had the philosophy that they shouldn’t robeverybodyblind, otherwise it would be bad for business. Though skimming a little off the top was necessary for their survival. They had expenses and needs too, which needed to be financed. Under tents and inside carriages, cards were drawn to predict the future, remedies and mixtures were sold to help with various ailments. Most genuine, some snake oil, all handed over with a wide smile or a mysterious grin that maintained the allure of the gypsy. If anything, they were masters of the image, selling you their story with nothing but a glance. On the main stage at the center of the town square, Carlos (was doing his show. He was a slender young man, tan skin, dark brown hair and piercing green eyes with a wide smile. He was wearing a white shirt, unlaced, opened halfway down his torso, leaving nothing of his taught physique to the imagination, his legs covered by purple baggy pants and a blue sash around his waist. Furthermore, he had done a few simple magic tricks, but nothing people could not explain, interspersed with dance numbers. It was all calculated though. The tricks weren’t hard to guess, but doing so made you feel clever. The dance was to draw in more spectators to the show, which meant more tips and more people focused on him and less focused on their pockets. He also saw the lecherous eyes of quite a few people in the audience focused on him, some of which he might spend the night with, always a good source of income. Right now though, he was closer to the end of his performance. He had graduated from explainable tricks to the unexplainable, and now dared finish his set nonetheless with magic. His signature performance married dance and magic. He was lost at the moment, the large crowd making him forget the dangerous place he had settled. He was stepping, jumping, leaping, spinning around on the stage, the crow cheering as sparks seemed to spawn from his feet as if cracking a match on the wooden floor. Furthermore, he brought his arms inside before spreading them outward quickly, birds of light leaping from his sleeves. The crowd went wild, he was happy. The crowd did not stop being wild though, he stopped his routine and looked around. City guard, led by armored knights bearing the vigils of the Church were advancing through the crowd. He quickly looked around, they were surrounded. A lot of his friends and caravan mates scurried away, but some weren’t quick enough. He was on the stage, in the middle. He pulled out a little bag and threw it to the ground, conjuring a thick cloud of smoke to disappear and try to escape. The crowd slowed him down though, and when he finally emerged, he bumped into the metal breastplate of a Paladin, who managed to take hold of him… Things might have ended badly after all... Although the common folk were fascinated with the gypsy caravan, indulging themselves in the goods, services, and entertainments they provided, the high clergy had a very different outlook. Captain Lamont Guillemet, a paladin of the church, watched the caravan roam into Paris with disapproval in his eyes. He would gladly see all of them thrown out of the city, but unless any of them committed a crime--or blasphemy, he had no power over them. It was only natural, then, that he kept a close eye on them, longing for an excuse to make a move. His excuse came in the form of a young dancer, unfairly handsome, performing tricks on a high stage. Lamont watched from a distance, sitting astride a huge blond warhorse. He told himself that his sole purpose was to keep watch for signs of criminal activity, even as he kept getting distracted by the curves of the man's body, the way he moved and charmed the crowd with his smile. It soured Lamont's mood; he'd love nothing more than to put that man in irons, and not just so he could feel that tight, toned body struggle against his grasp. Suffice to say, Lamont was one pair of lecherous eyes on Carlos, but the gypsy would not find any welcome in his bed. If the captain drew any nearer, Carlos was going to spend the night in the dungeons. Then sparks began to fly, and Lamont was taken aback. He expected mischief from the caravan's handsome dancer, but to use magic in broad daylight? That was straddling the line between courage and foolishness. He couldn't believe his luck. Lamont spurred his steed into movement, heading for the stage. Birds made of light flew from the dancer's outstretched hands, and another man might have found them beautiful. Lamont cared little about beauty, he only cared about enforcing the laws of the church, and this man had just fragrantly violated them. The crowd gasped and parted before the captain's horse, still wild with amazement at the incredible display. The city guard closed in around them, seizing any gypsy they could get their hands on, but Lamont cared only for their leader. The dancer cast another spell, sending up a cloud of smoke, but he wasn't quick enough. He ran right into Lamont's grasp. The paladin grabbed the back of Carlos's shirt and lifted him up onto the horse, then wrenched his hands behind his back, chaining them in place. "You," Lamont growled. "Have made a grievous mistake." The price for witchcraft was death, but before then, Carlos would suffer. Carlos was hoisted up onto the horse, in front of the paladin. His arms were wrenched behind his back and his wrists were bound in heavy metal cuffs. He struggled and tried to leap off the horse somehow to be fled, but the paladin behind him held him in place. He looked to the other caravans, most of his friends having fled. But he was left with no ability to make spells and try to work out of there. This was bad, very bad. Lamonte was right, he had been carried away by his performance and shouldn’t have cast magic. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve, but here and now wasn’t the right opportunity for him to use those techniques. He sighed and gave up his struggling, giving in to his captivity for now. Furthermore, he could not flee, but maybe something else would present itself later. It had to. Gypsies knew the harsh treatment given to their kind, even more the consequence for witchcraft. Carlos had lost his teacher to the Church, so he knew all too well what to expect. Carlos watched as the camp was ransacked and raided by the soldiers. He was held tight, made to watch as the scene he was all too familiar with repeated itself before his eyes, as what little they managed to scrape together was being taken away or destroyed. It was no new thing, it happened frequently. But contemplating this spectacle while knowing of the impending doom of a fiery stake brought a whole new level to the otherwise brutal mendacity of the event in a gypsy’s life. Lamonte spurred his horse and began riding away toward the barracks of the church. He slid backward toward Lamont, pressing his hips against the soldier’s, leaning back against him since he could support himself and keep himself steady on the horse, he held onto the holy soldier, making sure not to look like a threat. His shirt had been pulled out of his sash and pants, now open and flying in the cold breeze of the night’s air, showing his taught form. It seemed as though nothing could make Carlos look bad.“So I’m done for.” he said with a sigh, looking up at Captain Guillemet’s handsome face. He charmingly smiled and looked ahead as they rode into the interior court and was lifted off the horse and carried into the dungeon, where the shackles on his hands were fastened to the wall instead, and he was left alone... for now. Lamont felt a grim satisfaction as the caravan was raided, its people arrested, its goods confiscated. The gypsies that remained would learn emphatically that they were not welcome in Paris. But that was a distraction; Lamont's duty was to deal with the blasphemer sitting astride his horse. Lamonte urged his steed toward the church, pretending not to notice as the gypsy pressed his body against his. His heavy plate armor kept it from being too much of a distraction, but that didn't mean he approved of the witch clinging to him like a smoothing damsel. Never mind how Lamont had been admiring him from a distance. In another situation, he wouldn't mind having a handsome young man in his arms. But he met Carlos's smile with a sneer." Quite right," he said. "And I look forward to watching you burn." Whether or not it was true, he said it with such conviction that he almost convinced himself. He brought Carlos to the dungeons and hauled the gypsy off his horse, depositing him none-too-gently on the ground. The dungeon guards saluted the captain, then quickly dragged Carlos away. Any weapons and coins were taken from him, but the common guards didn't recognize his spell components as a threat. His hands were chained to the wall above him, and he was left to wait. He wasn't alone forever. Captain Guillemet returned, unlocking the cell door and stepping inside. Despite the scowl on his face, he appeared quite pleased with himself." You, gypsy, stand accused of witchcraft and blasphemy. The punishment for such a crime is death by fire. But the church can be merciful to those who repent. Tell me who else among you practices witchcraft, and I might recommend a less painful demise." Carlos was left chained to the wall, his arms hanging above him by the heavy iron shackles. A little moonlight shone through the barred window of his cell. It was otherwise dark and damp, illuminated by the moon and a torch in the hallway. The guards left him with his spell components, which were dissimulated in hidden pockets of his sash, though what little he had wouldn’t help him much right now. He cursed himself for his stupidity, he should have expected this to happen. His uncle would surely be the first to tell him when he came back to camp. If he came back to camp… He knew nobody would come for him. It was the rule. You get caught, you get out. It ensured that the whole caravan wouldn’t be caught when trying to perform a rescue mission, ensuring it would live on. The captain came into view, unlocking the heavy steel door. He stepped inside the cell, looking down on him. The scowl he displayed could not hide the satisfaction he had at having caught a witch he would soon burn at the stake as further reminder of the power of his Patron Saint. It was in those instances that Carlos longed for the days his ancestors told him about, when they weren’t being hunted all the time and when the Church was more balanced. Lamonte did his spiel, he must have said those words countless times, they came out rehearsed, if only a bit enthusiastic. Carlos let out a giggle. “Paladin, nice to make you acquaintance.” he said, taking his first good look at the man. He was taller and bigger than him, he would certainly lose in a direct combat. Plus, he was unarmed (not that he carried anything more than a dagger on him.) However, Lamont had a twinkle in his eyes… maybe something could be done…“I’m sorry Paladin, but I do not know what blasphemy I might have committed. I don’t even know what witchcraft is, even less any other witches.” He looked at his captor straight in the eyes. He hadn’t been gagged, which was a cruel oversight on the guards’ side. That gave him the opportunity to use a little technique that tended to yield results. “However, I don’t think you’re here only for a confession about something I took no part in. I think you’re tired and just wanted something relaxing to do. Something to take your mind off your day of riding and patrolling.” His words were laced with magic, which floated in the air and tugged at the paladin’s heartstrings, trying to make him amiable and manipulable. He didn’t want to trip any divine magic traps, so he couldn’t just order him around through magic. He had to go slow. “I’m sure we can come to some form of an agreement you and me, no?” Lamont knew little of the days before the crusades, when his St Adelaide, the Purifier, the Saint of Law and Warfare, assumed unparalleled control over the church. He had been told that the days were lawless and hellish, with creatures like the one before him roaming free. He had been told that if not for his constant vigilance, they might return to those days once more. Carlos giggled at his accusation, and Lamont's lips curled into a sneer. He much preferred begging, weeping. He hated it when prisoners had an attitude. Lamonte was an intimidating sight, one of the church's most elite warriors. He was tall and broad-shouldered, imposing even without his armor. He could lift Carlos like a dumbbell, toss him around like he weighed nothing, and might do just that if the gypsy continued to sass him. Carlos looked him straight in the eyes and lied through his teeth. Lamont's ire grew, and he took a step forward, fully intending to beat a confession out of him. He didn't notice the magic lacing Carlos's words until he was lowering himself to one knee, putting himself on eye level with the captive witch. His expression had softened, and he seemed to be seriously considering Carlos's suggestion. Surely it couldn't hurt to indulge himself, to take his mind off his duties for just a moment. As soon as he had that thought, Lamont was done for. "I think... we can come to an agreement," he said slowly, his thoughts coming as if through molasses. Without fully intending to, his hands moved to his belt, fidgeting with the buckle until it came undone. Lamont took an imposing step toward him and Carlos was certain that he would be beaten for his insolence. That was usually what happened when one of his kinds stood up for their pride. However, his determination seemed to shake and waver as he got close enough to hit him. He slowly lowered himself down to his level, and they looked at each other in the eyes. Lamonte was a mountain next to Carlos. Tall, muscular, wide and strong. Carlos by contrast was shorter, slender and taught, though not wiry, his frame covered in a respectable layer of tight muscles from all his travels, dancing and fleeing. He would not be a challenge for Lamont to toss around and carry, in any other circumstances, he might have gone for a man like Lamont. In this very instance though, he was more intimidated than attracted. Carlos could tell that the paladin had succumbed to his influence, his speech was slower, though it would soon rectify itself. He imagined that they would become “friends”, maybe he would be amenable to freeing him after a few times, or at the very least delay his sentence and not burn him as soon as possible as was sometimes the practice. However, he looked down as the paladin was fiddling with his belt until it was undone. Carlos smirked charmingly, hiding his surprise that he would have to go to these lengths to ensure his survival. He let nothing of it transpire through his body language though. “Well, well Paladin. Someone really has pent-up stress to release.” He extended his foot and stroked the inside of Lamont’s thighs, close to his crotch. If that was how his influence manifested itself, he had no choice but to play along and stoke the flames of lust in the Paladin’s heart. “You must’ve encountered enough gypsies to know we know how to take care of handsome men like you. I’ll make you feel real good captain. You just might want to keep me all for yourself.” The thought didn’t please him, but he had no intention of staying a Paladin of Saint Adelaide’s personal plaything. He’d bide his time and when the opportunity would arise, he would be free. So subtle was the witch's manipulation that Lamont didn't realize that anything was awry. It didn't occur to him that he would never stoop to molesting a prisoner, nor would he lay hands on a witch. Instead, he was dazzled by Carlos's smile, the curves of his body, the way his muscles strained against the chains. But he was not so far gone that he would tolerate the gypsy's insolence. "Quiet," he growled. Then, softly, as if the words were coaxed from him, he said, "My name isn't 'Paladin.' You may call me Lamont." The touch of Carlos's foot so near to his crotch made him gasp. It was like he was a misbehaved dog on a leash and Carlos was slowly coaxing him along. His belt came unbuckled, and his pants slid down past his hips. He wasn't hard yet, but he was imposing nonetheless. It was a good thing Carlos always came prepared. Lamonte's eyes flickered from Carlos's tempting smile to the trail of curly hair leading into his trousers. For a moment he was indecisive. Then he rose to his feet, bracing one hand against the wall and wrapping the other around his cock. It gave an interested twitch, partly from Lamont's teasing strokes and partly from being so close to the witch's clever mouth. Lamonte fell deeper and deeper as he looked into Carlos's eyes, enough that a smile tugged at his lips. "Don't think this will earn you any mercy," he said. "Crimes against the church have to be punished. But perhaps I can allow you to repent, in a way." Lamont was already having his way with him, there was no need to spur him on to be even more aggressive. Carlos would keep his voice down and control what he says to avoid having him get angry on top of being horny. Lamont look handsome enough, even though he would rather not be tied up right now, if only because he could offer him a much better time… and because he would be free. The paladin dropped his trousers, his slowly hardening cock springing into view, peeking out of a small bush of dark hair. Carlos smiled looking at the shaft and spread his legs, liking his lips unconsciously. He would offer options, though he was glad to have a bottle of oil in his pockets. Lamonte ended up going on his feet and standing up, standing closer and closer to him. The stiffening cock hung close to his face. He would have used his hands to handle it first, but he guessed that he wasn’t left with many options. “I will show myself worthy of your mercy.” he said, hiding his smirk by parking his lips and leaning forward. He kissed and licked at the large shaft presented to him, taking it into his mouth, sucking on it to get it to harden. He preferred having a choice of partners, but this was literally a life or death situation. Carlos showed enthusiasm, leaning forward to lick, kiss and suck the stiff length. Reflexively, he tried to reach for Lamont’s hips with his hands, but the chains restrained his arms to the wall. The gypsy’s trained mouth soon got Lamont eat full mast, taking him deeper and deeper into his mouth and down his throat. If he showed him a good time, the best time, he could maybe get him horny enough to give him a reason to keep him. Lamont growled a warning as Carlos spoke, despite having been clearly instructed not to. Besides, there were better things he could be using his mouth for. Luckily, the witch didn't waste much time. He leaned forward, licking and kissing his way along Lamont's shaft. Lamont sighed as Carlos took the tip of his cock between his lips. It twitched, then stiffened, encouraged by Carlos's hot mouth and clever tongue. It was clear Carlos had done this before, perhaps many times. A cruel grin crossed Lamont's face. "Is that how you've survived all this time, witch?" he said. "Every time you find yourself in chains, you whore yourself out until someone lets their guard down? Just know I won't be quite so EASO..." The feeling of Carlos's throat around the tip of his cock had Lamont shuddering, leaning heavily on the wall. One hand came to tangle in Carlos's hair, and he held fast, keeping the captive from coming up for air. A less experienced man would surely have choked. Carlos might choke anyway. Lamont didn't particularly care. All he needed was more of that perfect mouth, and those eyes, those dazzling green eyes that he couldn't seem to look away from. Carlos held his tongue at Lamont’s comments. He would have replied and sassed him back, defending himself that he was a much better fuck because of it and that yes, dumb city guards were usually more than happy with a quick fuck to forget a misdeed. He also enjoyed being in good health, so he avoided replying and contented himself with taking the thick cock of the paladin down his throat, which had the expected effect of making him twitch and gasp. Lamonte leaned heavily against the wall as the gypsy pulled away slightly to take a deep breath and plunge back down onto the hard member, just as the paladin gripped his head by the hair. Either Lamont was inexperienced and not yet use to being deep throated, or he was the possessive type that wanted to control every aspect of the experience. Perhaps a bit of both. Nevertheless, Carlos knew how to handle such partners. He knew they liked eye contact, which he broke as little as possible. He knew they liked expression, so he tried to beg with his eyes, as if imploring him to let him breathe. Furthermore, he knew they liked struggling and choking, so he tried to do so in a controlled manner to manage his breathing. It wouldn't be the first cock he swallows, it wouldn't be his last. Some of these were easier to do than others. Appearing out of control and struggling is always easier when you're out of control and struggling. Lamont didn't need to know that he was right, that many of his own guards could be swayed in just that way. Just because they hadn't fucked Carlos personally didn't mean Lamont wouldn't flog them for neglecting their duties. Surely he would never stoop so low, betraying the church for a quick fuck with a handsome criminal. Then Carlos took Lamont's cock into his throat, and Lamont didn't think of anything at all. There was nothing in the world except Carlos's throat, those eyes as vibrant as chipped glass. They were stretched wide, begging for something, but figuring out what was beyond Lamont's mental capabilities so long as Carlos's throat was massaging the tip of his cock. Carlos's act was working perfectly, more or less. He had Lamont wrapped around his little finger. In return, he just needed to hold his breath. Lamonte's eyes locked with Carlos's, then fluttered shut as he came. His body shook, and he pulled out in order to shoot his load over Carlos's handsome face. Carlos was held still around Lamont’s stiff rod for what seemed like the longest time. He had learned how to control his breathing and get in hair through his choking best he could, but he could not hold forever, nor could he control the panic that risked taking over his body. Part of this behavior was a carefully rehearsed act, part of it came naturally from outside elements outside his control, like the best performances. Carlos did his best to hold his breath, but he was running out. His throat was constricting and contracting with his choking, his eyes welled up as he was feeling his breath run out, and soon he wouldn’t be able to hold the facade any longer, soon it would be genuine panic, genuine fear that he might genuinely choke on cock. What a way to go. However, Lamont quickly withdrew from his throat. Carlos inhaled deeply as Lamont groaned as he shot his load all over the gypsy’s face. Hot rods of thick cum splashing across his angelic face and into his hair as his head hung down, and his body relaxed, hanging from the chains on the wall. He coughed a few times as he regained his breath. He then looked back up at Lamont, though avoiding direct eye control, showing submission to the paladin. It might just work, he might just get some measure of affection from the paladin, he might just not be burned at the stake yet, which might afford him an opportunity to escape. Might… However, he had to keep the show going and if a sex starved paladin like Lamont needed one thing and one only, it wasn’t a blowjob, but a good fuck. Carlos spread his legs suggestively and moaned out “Please fuck me sir.” Lamont didn't mean to kill him, not in this way at least. Although it might seem fitting for a witch and a whore to die in the dungeons, choking on an anointed paladin's cock. But it was not to be. Lamont pulled out, painting Carlos's face pearly white, and if it was possible he might have cum again at the sight of the gypsy's handsome face covered in his seed. His cock certainly twitched in interest, shooting off one last drop, and Lamont was left gasping for breath, although not as much as Carlos was. He never looked away from Carlos's eyes, bright as emeralds. Carlos wouldn't get affection from him, but there was lust, certainly, possessiveness even. No, he wouldn't die just yet. Carlos spread his legs and moaned for Lamont, and the sight hit him like a punch in the gut. Lamont groaned, dropping to his knees and scrambling to remove Carlos's pants. What he saw made his spent cock perk up in interest; Carlos's manhood barely contained by delicate undergarments. Charmed and overwhelmed with lust, Lamont couldn't say no. There was something heavy in Carlos's pockets. Lamont had no interest in coins, and those had surely been confiscated already. Instead, he was pleased to find a bottle of oil. He sneered at the bound gypsy, although it was undercut by the way his dark eyes burned with desire. "Is this what you were hoping for, witch?" he said, slicking up his fingers. "To be fucked in a dungeon by a servant of the church? I'll allow you this privilege, but you'll still pay for your crimes." His words seemed very effective on the paladin. Within him, Carlos knows that he had Lamont around his little finger, all he had to do was to open up an opportunity and seize it. It might take days, days he hoped his friends would wait, but he would be out of here. Lamont seemed inexperienced, even new to all of this, despite the appearance of confidence and control he wanted to show. It was good. Carlos had given many men their first times, he'd make it worthwhile. The large man bent down and grabbed his pants, pulling them out of his sash and off of his legs, smooth tan skin revealed along the way. Carlos came prepared since he did expect to prostitute himself after his sales-pitch of a performance. Under his pants, he wore delicate red silk underwear, just a pouch to contain his erect manhood poking out of the thin waistband. Along his rear, an equally thin strip of silk ran between his cheeks, disappearing between the ample globes of his ass. His manhood was a respectable size, not as large as Lamont's, but large enough that nobody complained up to now. Not that it was going to receive much attention tonight. Lamonte's eyes were hungry for more of Carlos, he knew that look well. He searched the pockets of his pants and found a small glass bottle that held a small quantity of oil, which he used as lubricant when having sexual relationships. Carlos moved his hips and smirked as Lamont's inspected the oil. “I'm a whore, I come prepared. Please, bless me Paladin, I've been naughty.” This wasn't Lamont's first time with a man, although it was certainly his first time having his way with a bound prisoner. All of his previous experience was in a comfortable bed in a dimly lit room, tangled together with the love of his life. This might as well have been his first time, but he did his best not to show it, hiding his inexperience under his stony exterior. He at least knew how to take his pleasure, and that was what he intended to do. Between the smile on his face and the half-sincere words, Lamont knew he was being mocked. For some reason, he didn't knock Carlos's head against the stone wall. Perhaps he wished to punish Carlos differently. The charm was sinking deeper, taking root and twisting Lamont's desires to the witch's benefit. Lamont couldn't bring himself to crack Carlos's skull when he'd much prefer to wreck his ass. Lamonte tugged Carlos's delicate panties aside, and oil-slick fingers circled his hole before pressing inside. This, Lamont knew. He sought Carlos's prostate and teased it without mercy. It was instinct to draw out breathless cries for more, despite his disdain for the captive gypsy. For all his flaws, Lamont was not a selfish lover, if what he was doing now could be considered loving. It was after the words had left his mouth that Carlos realized his damned sass mouth had done it again and probably got him in trouble. He maintained his charming smile and lecherous eyes, but tried to contain the fear that he might have done a grave mistake. He had always been clever and careful up to now, getting out of trouble through ruse and charm, but the anger that crossed Lamont’s face for a moment made him fear he might get a first beating. Carlos had a ton of lovers over his life, though he never held a stable relationship. Outside the caravan, he was either hated or lusted over and never stayed for very long where he went, and within the caravan… he just didn’t get anyone. He tried, but things didn’t pan out. He didn’t mind too much though, happy just following fate and where it leads him.“How is this ‘Good fortune’ by the way?” he thought, cursing this morning’s reading, which he must’ve gotten wrong somehow. His fears did not come to be, fortunately. Lamonte slicked up the fingers on one hand with the slick oil from Carlos’ pockets, his dark eyes locked in on Carlos’ face to observe his facial expressions. Deft fingers, more delicate than what he expected from a knight from the order of Saint Adelaide the Persecutor, pushed away the thin strip of silk that ran between his plump ass cheeks and barely covered his tight hole and came to circle it, prompting Carlos to let out a slight gasp and bite his lip. The fingers teasing him soon did more than that and parted his hole to penetrate him, sliding in gently but mercilessly. The gypsy had been with plenty of virgins before, Lamont was certainly not one. He knew how to treat an ass gently but efficiently, getting to the point without doing any damage. This efficiency made Carlos gasp and exhale sharply, his breathing becoming heavier suddenly. Lamont’s experience was cemented when the thick fingers prodded around, the knight attentive to Carlos’ expressions and body language, and found his prostate, which he proceeded to massage and tease. Carlos let out his first cry, mostly of pleasure. He had been handled roughly before, he had done a lot to be fair, but Lamont was succeeding in striking a just balance of rough, dominance and carefulness for him to not just play the whore but recede into subspace, where he often went with his Johns. This was especially aided by Lamont’s merciless fingering, which prompted Carlos to moan and cry even more. He spread his legs, keeping them open to ease the paladin’s access to his ass, though he was careful not to touch him unless prompted to. He perfectly knew what the picture they were painting looked like, Lamont tall and imposing, strong hands bringing the lewdly dressed gypsy to moans and cries. “Ah, Lamont… Ah…” he was moaning at his treatment, his body struggling against his bonds reflexively, taught muscles flexing and contracting as he pulled against the chains and part of him tried to get away from Lamont, though the other part stayed right where it was. This influence would certainly be interesting to work. Carlos's good fortune came as Lamont circled his prostate with thick, but dexterous fingers. This alone had to be worth it, the way Lamont worked him over, like his hatred was forgotten. Like he was seeing another man in Carlos's place. His eyes softened, even twinkled like he was about to smile. For a moment he forgot it was a gypsy and a witch he was pleasuring. He just saw a handsome man, legs spread, lips parted around a moan. And then the spell broke. Not entirely; Lamont was still charmed, but in a sickening flash he remembered just who that moaning voice belonged to. The twinkle in his eyes vanished, and his lips twisted into a sneer. "Whore," he said again. It was better for him to think Carlos a whore than suspect the truth, that Carlos was (partly) feigning lust in order to manipulate him. Lamont's anger and resentment simmered just beneath the surface, and it was to everyone's benefit that it did not see the light of day. Disdain and lust mingled until Lamont couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. He pulled his fingers out of Carlos and wiped them off on his discarded pants. Then Lamont's broad hands gripped Carlos's thighs, and he insinuated himself between them, angling his cock toward Carlos's entrance." Maybe I should keep you," Lamont said. He meant it as a taunt for now, but as the charm took hold it would sink in and present himself as a real idea. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Chained to my bed, a receptacle for my pleasure. That's too good a fate for you, witch." Without waiting for an answer, he pressed forward, sinking into Carlos with a low groan. Oh, bliss. It had been far too long since Lamont had felt anything quite this wonderful. Carlos was like hot velvet wrapped tight around his cock. Lamont didn't wait very long before sinking in to the hilt. Carlos had seldom been treated in this fashion. Lamont mercilessly worked him, made him malleable and absent-minded. He expected something brutal and thankless, but much to his surprise, Lamont’s attitude wasn’t that of a purely horny guard there to dump his sperm and go away. The paladin’s face was soft and focused, like he was being mindful not just of teasing and stretching, but of pleasuring, of selflessly doing it for his enjoyment. Carlos was moaning and gasping at his treatment, moaning out his jailer’s name. “Lamont… ah it’s good Lamont…” Words of lust were pouring out of his mouth, and though yes he was being manipulative and deceptive, luring him with carnal desires, Carlos was a damned good liar. And all the best liars know that the finest lies are simple and rooted in truth. The gypsy was enjoying himself. The chains weren’t a fatalistic reminder of his failure but an erotic bond enforcing submission to the man before him who was the only way he could get any pleasure right now. This power dynamic was exciting in its own right. But the situation changed completely when Lamont seemed to realize just what he was doing. “Whore.” he exclaimed with disdain, withdrawing his fingers, wiping them off on the purple pants. Carlos was quick to simply hold up the role of the whore, to play into Lamont’s perceptions and be something potentially useful instead of solely a target for divine retribution. Lamonte slid closer, gripping Carlos’ smooth thighs and spreading them apart, exposing more of that oiled up ring that pulsed and quivered in anticipation. The gypsy could feel the warm skin of the other’s thighs against his body, the tip of his cock sliding between his cheeks to tease him as Lamont was taunting him, but also giving the sly young man another anchor to weave his web around the paladin. His words still laced in magic, he replied.“Keep me sir. I’d be good. I’d wait for you every night and take your cock-AH!” he cried and gasped as Lamont buried himself, his oiled up cock sliding past Carlos’ ring and into his ass, the thick shaft filling him up. He moaned and cried some more as Lamont, with the same efficiency as before, pushed himself to the hilt and stopped there, Carlos again straddling the line between the role he played for his survival and the actual shameful enjoyment he felt at being manhandled by Lamont.“I’ll be a good whore, I’ll be your good whore! Please captain, fuck me like this every night!” he managed to cry out, struggling again reflexively as he tried to get involved in the act, but finding that his position, his bonds and his captor wouldn’t let him. He looked up at Lamont, prompted by his habit of keeping eye contact, but his eyes showing genuine emotion, subtle hints of sincerity he wasn’t aware of himself. Carlos's voice was as addictive as his eyes. Lamont could get drunk on the sound of his pleas for more, even if they were, to him, a sign of shame. The taste of forbidden fruit was made even more delicious by the enchantment, and Lamont was too far gone to hesitate. He took his pleasure, his head tilting back, his eyelids fluttering, his teeth worrying at his lower lip. His cock twitched, buried deep inside of Carlos, and a full-body shudder crept through him. And always, Carlos continued to speak, weaving a sticky-sweet web of temptation around Lamont, filling his mind with visions of the handsome captive bound to his bed, a slave to his pleasure alone. Lamont found himself yearning for just that, but he pushed the thought away. He was not yet that far gone. If Carlos was still speaking, Lamont wasn't doing his job properly. He growled and drew his hips back, then thrust back in. He sped up until he was fucking Carlos at a demanding pace. However out of practice, he fell into the familiar motions easily, angling his hips so that every other thrust dragged against Carlos's prostate. He could have this every night. He could be laying on his own bed, without hard stone digging into his knees. At that moment, he even believed that Carlos wanted it. But they couldn't; the witch had to face the church's justice. He couldn't find safety in Lamont's bed. Carlos's words went directly at odds with Lamont's code, and it was starting to upset him. He shut Carlos up the only way he knew how, capturing his lips in a kiss, and he didn't think about how this too was forbidden. Lamont lingered within him, his cock remaining deep within him. The gypsy could see Lamont’s head roll back and his eyes flutter. He knew that it had been a while since he had the occasion to fuck anyone and that that face was a face of relief and release. Carlos was gasping, his breath hot and heavy at the sensation of having Lamont deep within him, of feeling his strong hands holding his thighs apart. Maybe he actually was Lamont’s type, that would make things easier, that probably was why his suggestive words manifested into lust and debauchery. That instant was short-lived though. Carlos was maybe too enthusiastic, too eager for his magic to take hold and forgot to be submissive and obedient to the command of shutting up. Lamont’s face changed to that of a man displeased with his children, or a John displeased with his whore. Carlos felt the thick member slide out of his ass and slam back in deep, gliding along his intestines. That in itself prompted a moan from him, however Lamont was building up a rhythm and started thrusting in and out of the bound gypsy, angling his hips and his cock, making it shift around slightly until it had found its mark, rubbing and pounding away at Carlos’ prostate. Carlos was quickly overwhelmed with physical sensations. Again, he receded into subspace to just get into the moment, a shift more than facilitated by Lamont’s imposing member and virile strength pounding away at his pleasure spot. Carlos was moaning and crying, leaving no hesitation whether he would be vocal in bed. Nothing that came out of his mouth made any sense though, being just moans and cries, sometimes managing to fit in “Lamont”. Experience was still very strong in him, allowing him to eventually regain enough control to exclaim enticing words and sentences. “Fuck me good! It feels so good Lamont! More! Yes!” he was saying, unprompted. If he was going to be executed, at least he would have had a last fuck and it would be memorable. Carlos did not expect to be kissed though. He was surprised at first, but quickly melted into it. He was still moaning and crying, but giving in to the hot lips that pressed against his and the demanding tongue that soon pushed into his mouth. Carlos kissed back, closing his arms best he could despite the chains to press his arms against the sides of Lamont’s neck, unable to wrap them fully because of the chains. His legs followed suit, wrapping around Lamont’s hips to hold him close to him, feeling every thrusting motion even more. He was careful with the move, not wanting to make Lamont feel trapped or threatened. Carlos was surprised at this turn of events. The kiss was unexpected but welcome, a nice additional hint that his manipulation was working better than expected, that he might be striking at a sensitive nerve of the paladin he might be able to use… no matter how involved he might be in it. Lamont pounded Carlos with such force that someone with less experience might have been in pain. But Carlos knew how to take it, and besides, Lamont didn't want to hurt him. He meant to, for the sake of the church, as retribution for the witch's crimes. But deep down? Lamont had not a shred of malice. Although his demeanor was gruff, his body spoke volumes in that it was trying so hard to make Carlos feel good. Judging by the moans and cries spilling from the bound gypsy's lips, he was succeeding. Lamont was quieter, although he was making some noise of his own; grunts and groans, quiet curses. He never said Carlos's name; if he did that, he might not be able to bring the witch to his death. One thing was for sure, if this was to be Carlos's last fuck, at least he would enjoy it. But the longer they went, the more it looked like Lamont would be unable to let him go. Their lips met, their tongues tangled. Lamont moaned, and this one sounded vulnerable, needy. His hands clutched Carlos's thighs, at once possessive and wanting. Carlos clutched his neck, wrapped his thighs around Lamont's hips, and it felt like a lovers' embrace. The fire in Lamont's abdomen overwhelmed him. His eyes drifted shut, his cock twitched, and he spilled deep inside of Carlos. Wrapped up in the gypsy's embrace, drunk on magic and memories, the Paladin of St Adelaide forgot himself. The rock on his bare ass and thinly dressed back was rough, cold and uncomfortable to the extreme. He had had sex on a variety of surfaces, but this one was unpleasant. To his surprise, the fear and the displeasing feel of the cell’s wall and floor against his body were being kept at bay by Lamont’s hot body against his and the relentless rhythm of the taller man fucking him. In a way, even though Lamont was the biggest threat to his life right now, part of him felt comfortable, at ease. This unbridled lust and desire had to come from somewhere, but right now Carlos was too busy to think and reason. The strong hands spreading his thighs were a constant reminder of who he was servicing right now, so was the thick shaft splitting him open and expertly pounding at his insides. Only military men fucked like that, their training giving their bodies strength and endurance, their career keeping them hungry for the next fuck. They made for rough clients, sometimes violent. Carlos was no novice though, taking Lamont was no challenge, but did require all of his expertise. The paladin’s moans and groans clued him in that he was doing it right. Unlike most soldiers however, Lamont’s grip was laced with… tenderness. Carlos had been a cum dump enough to know that that wasn’t Lamont’s intent, it was reciprocal. Lamont was enjoying himself and made certain that Carlos did too, that was the kind of things Carlos could feel and that were worth a lot, the kind things that didn’t make you just a John, but a favorite, a friend of the caravan even. The thought nearly eclipsing away the threat of the stake. In time with Lamont, Carlos soon could not hold back. Being fucked so passionately soon had him getting closer to orgasm, which Carlos could feel draw closer with Lamont’s subtly changing rhythm and pace, the thrusts stronger and longer and less regular, his hot breath heavy, the groans and growls growing more frequent. They came. Carlos pulled Lamont’s head to his into a kiss. There was no strategy behind this move, like most of the rest. It was reflexive, an attempt to muffle his own cry of ecstasy and to get more of the handsome man above him filling him with thick cum. Carlos released, his erect shaft peeking out of his silk underwear, twitching as he spilled his load on his tan skin and taught stomach. Their climax subsided, Carlos was panting out in the afterglow of their shared climax. They broke the kiss and Carlos looked deep into Lamont’s eyes. He could not say anything, but he just lingered there, looking into the other’s. The silence, his gaze spoke volumes. Seldom did he feel the way he felt right now. Lamont was left dazed in the afterglow, staring helplessly into Carlos's eyes. The charm helped hold him there, but it wasn't the only force at work. Carlos's eyes were a tether in themselves, reaching into Lamont's soul and clasping him tight. There was no telling how long the paladin knelt there, satisfied, but wanting so much more. Lamonte shook his head, and the spell broke. Not completely, of course, since he continued to regard Carlos with gruff fondness rather than absolute loathing. But he remembered that he couldn't stay here forever. Lamont climbed to his feet, tucking himself back into his trousers. He did not help Carlos do the same. He didn't say a word. What could he say? He didn't even know what to think. He felt like he was falling in love, but that couldn't be right. It was impossible. Carlos was going to die within the week. But now that thought brought dread rather than grim satisfaction. This was not to say that Lamont thought Carlos was innocent. No, he remained convinced that the witch deserved to die. This just made everything else that much more confusing. And so, without a word, Lamont left, slamming the cell door behind him. The charm lingered in his mind, and when Lamont dreamed, he dreamed of emerald green eyes. He couldn't keep himself away. The next evening, Lamont returned, holding the keys to Carlos's chains in one hand, a cloth gag in the other. The gag, he fastened between Carlos's teeth. Only then did he unlock the gypsy's chains. "Keep quiet," he growled. What he was about to do was strictly against the church's code, even more so than fucking a prisoner in the dungeons. But Lamont was half out of his mind, and although he chafed at violating the rules, he wanted to violate Carlos even more. He led the gypsy through back passageways, avoiding anyone who might see and judge him. Finally, they came to the captain's quarters, stationed in a quiet part of the church. Lamont's rooms were small, but comfortable. The bed was covered by a hand-knit blanket. The curtains were drawn, and the window looked out over the city. In the next room was a wash basin and a bath drawn with warm water, which Lamont would insist Carlos make use of after a night and a day in the dungeons. Lamont pulled out and stood up. The way he was looking at Carlos changed, gone was the hatred he could see burning behind his eyes, but he could see and feel that he wasn’t out of the woods yet. The man stood up, towering above the sitting gypsy who was still panting, stuffing his spent cock back into his trousers. He remained in silence for a long moment, a moment full of significance. Carlos did not dare speak. That would normally be where he would reinforce his customer’s behavior, complimenting their performance. He couldn’t bring himself to it. Besides, his charm seemed to work and nudge Lamont to his side more and more. It would need some more time to be useful, which could be a problem in the short term. Lamonte left. Slamming the cell door shut behind him. Carlos looked down at himself, he could feel the paladin’s cum leak from his ass, he could feel the cold patch on his basin where his own load had spilled, he could also see how lewd he looked right now in his dainty underwear, chained in the church’s dungeon. However, he broke down crying, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. Fear, shame, pain, exhaustion… desire… They were all mixing in his thoughts, he managed to keep them at bay, but the occasion to drop the charade he held up for his survival was like a dam collapsing, releasing the reservoir in a torrent. He was picturing himself with Lamont again, thinking back to the way they looked at each other, the way he held him, the way he fucked him. But then he was picturing himself at the stake, Lamont holding the torch that would light the bonfire… Exhaustion got the better of him though, and he fell asleep hanging from the chains… The next day was excruciatingly boring. He was left alone in his cell to rot, not even talked to by guards or priest, though he saw the heinous looks his naked form attracted. The show was back on though and he held his facade. Lamonte showed up though, after the sun had set. He held a cloth gag, which he fastened in his mouth. Carlos was unchained and he immediately rubbed his sore wrists. He nodded at the command and picked up his pants that had been left to the side, slipping them on quickly if only not to look too suspicious if they were caught. He was lead out of his cell and into the presbytery, where Lamont had his quarters. They sneaked around the hallways, avoiding any populous area to reach the paladin’s rooms. Somewhat to Carlos’ surprise, Lamont’s rooms were indeed comfortable. A plush bed, a bathroom, a nice sight of Paris, his rank as Captain showed. He was instructed to bathe and Carlos was more than happy to oblige. He unfastened the gag, which he found unnecessary at this point, but said nothing again, only smiling and winking in response to the command. Carlos turned toward the bathroom and shredded his shirt and sash. What little jewelry he had had been stolen by the church, though he did not wear anything truly valuable. He untied the ribbon in his hair that kept them in a loose tail and then pushed down his pants and stepped out of them, then his underwear, though he made a point of keeping his back turned to Lamont. The game was on again, and he knew how to be a tease. He stepped into the warm water and let out a moan at the sudden comfort. He did not linger for long though and started cleaning, exposing his limbs out of the water to scrub them… and expose them.

Wandering Lust [ModUniverse & Chapeau]|rating:4.0

Twins' Secrets (closed for myself and Lilly)

I was sitting at the airport, waiting for my flight home. It had been a long-but good-first semester of college, but I was eager to get back to my family and enjoy some well deserved rest and relaxation. I had done well this first semester, as expected. I've always been a straight-A student and a top-notch athlete, and I didn't disappoint. Furthermore, I also managed to have quite a bit of fun and nail a few cheerleaders along the way. One of them, Alyssa, was now my girlfriend, but it was hard telling how long it would last. Not that I wasn't devoted to her, but... my extra-extra-curricular activities, should they ever come to light, wood certainly doom the relationship. Particularly my penchant for writing stories in the Sexual Role Playing forum of literotica.com and the sexy messages sent back and forth between me and my favorite girl to write with, BabyGirl Lilly. I suppose the fact that I'd screwed a couple of Alyssa's friends wouldn't help either, but that was just one drunk night and the two girls came on to me together, so it was kind of hard to say no... My other dark secret, an enjoyment of certain illicit substances, certainly would slam the nail in the coffin. Regardless, I kept a tight lid on these things, and Alyssa was clueless. My plane arrived, and I grabbed up my bags. I really was eager to get home. I hadn't seen my twin sister Nicole since we went off to different colleges, and it was the first time in our lives we'd ever been separated for so long. Furthermore, I missed her a lot, even though we talked infrequently via text and phone calls and emails. She was just as good a student-athlete as I was, but I never told her about my extracurricular activities. My little secret and all. She would certainly never approve! Me (Tommy) {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Nicole Pacing in the backyard, I finished smoking my cigarette. Thankfully, the parents weren't home yet because they had gone grocery shopping. It was good to see them, and they were excited about seeing their children for the first time in a long time.' Just like old times', Mom had said. I could only smile, hiding my true thoughts. Yeah, how things were NOT the same. Their dear little girl was on the verge of flunking out of college, had an arrest record, and only they knew about it. Of course, they didn't want to tell Tommy because he was doing so good at school! Twins weren't always good. There was bound to be one bad seed in the family, right? Well, yes, that was me. Finishing up my cigarette and putting it out and tossed the butt over the fence into the next yard. I heard a car pull up and frowned... they couldn't be home yet.... Quickly I rushed to the door and saw my brother. My twin brother, my old brother (by 2 minutes, mind you) get out of a cab and grab his bags. I couldn't help but smile and open the door, welcoming him home. Yeah, so much had changed between us. We hardly talked, even though we used to be very close... we both were accepted to different colleges and that's where the similarities ended. He was at least 3 inches taller than me, but I had the boobs, which I used to my advantage when I had to.... and well, this was our time to get reacquainted after being separated after so long. Remember I said I had an arrest record? Well, yeah, I have gotten involved with some not so good people at school. My current boyfriend, was an ex-con...would my parents ever find out? Of course not, they would die. Literally. I wrote on a sex site with a guy I had met online, who seemed really great! He was so nice and just listened to me bitch at times and that's all I ask for in a guy, but we were FAR apart, even if were closer and had agreed to meet, I'm sure we'd never go through with it. He was taken. And as far as my boyfriend was, so was I. Dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a bikini top (yes the parents disapproved, but oh well), I was dressed WAY differently than what I used to wear. That and well, I had grown up a lot. WAY lots. The cab pulled up to the house, and I grabbed my bags, paid the driver and got out. I looked over at the house and saw my twin sister standing at the front door wearing tiny shorts and a bikini top, and I smiled as I walked up towards the door... At which point I noticed that my sister, Nicole, had definitely grown up and filled out into quite the woman in the few months we'd been apart! She had been a skinny little thing when we left; granted, she had a decent pair of tits even then... But the knockers she was rocking now were quite impressive! I made it up the front steps without staring at her chest too much, and dropped my bags. "Hey Nicole," I said, "good to see you again..." I didn't bother to answer my brother as I dragged him into a big hug! "Hey brother dear! How's it going?" I asked him excitedly. "Mom and Dad are out so we have a little bit of time to catch up before they get back! You want a beer?" I asked him, not sure if he drank like he did before. We walked to the kitchen and took a seat the breakfast bar and motioned him to seat down across from me, "So! What's been going on?! Mom and Dad never say much, just that you're doing good, as usual!" I followed my sister inside and sat down across the counter from her. "Yeah, a beer would be great. Three would be better..." I said, taking the beer from her and cracking it open. What I really needed was a solid smoke off a bong, and maybe a nose full of coke, but that would have to wait til I was able to make some phone calls. I took a drink from the beer and smiled at her. "Yes, doing real good. Grades are good, volleyball is going well, I got to start about half the games for the varsity squad... College is fun, yeah. What about you?" I asked her, doing my best to not check out her rather amazing cleavage! I kept my eyes locked with hers. There was something different about her, for sure, and not just her grown-up body. She seemed... I don't know. Dangerous? She had s devil-may-care look in her eyes... "That's good." I said, a little envious. I sometimes wish I was the good child like Tommy. Furthermore, I don't know what started me on the path to being bad, but I was so good at it, it wasn't even funny." For me, well, let's just say I'm keeping Mom and Dad on their toes." I told him with a wink. Yeah, what parent didn't want to hear from their child's college or get a call in the middle of the night saying she had been arrested? Hey! It's not like I wanted to get caught with drugs in my purse...besides, it was only pot. It wasn't like it was coke or X, or the worst, which I stayed far away from, Meth. I was carrying a natural ingredient. Of course, the cop didn't see it my way. What about getting arrest for prostitution? Was it my fault the guy I enticed, ON A DARE, was an undercover cop? Yeah, I can see why Mom and Dad didn't want to tell Tommy. He was overprotective of his little sister and if he had found out, he would want to rush to my school and convince me to stop what I was doing. But the truth was, I think I'm in too deep to get out." School is school, though I'm thinking of changing my major, I'm not sure..."anymore, I wanted to add.... I took a drink from the beer and smiled at my sister. "Well, I'm sure you'll get it figured out," I said. I finished the beer and stood up. "I'm going to take my stuff up to my room," I said. I gave Nicole another hug as I passed her, and a kiss on the cheek... My arm brushed just under her big tits accidentally, and the mere touch of her soft flesh there stirred something quite wrong in me... I shook it out of my head as I grabbed my bags and headed up to my room. I set the bags down and pulled out my smartphone, quickly loading up my lit erotica account. Furthermore, I was pleased to see replies from BabyGirl Lilly on all our active threads, and quickly read them. I was quite addicted to writing with her! Every post she made turned me on so much, and my cock stiffened in my pants even now. I shot her a message with a rather naughty idea..." Hey sexy... I know we've stayed away from this particular subject, but I was thinking it would be fun to do a brother-sister incest thread... You game?" I wasn't blind or dumb. I noticed full well how Tommy couldn't stop staring at my chest. Remember, like I said, I used my boobs to my full advantage....so that meant EVERYONE was fair game.it wasn't like I didn't notice Tommy either. He had grown into a very handsome man. He our mother's features and our father's build. I bet he had women falling over themselves at school. He had said something once about going steady with a girl...a cheerleader. Pfft, it sounds like his type. I just hoped that bitch was treating my brother right or else, I could and WOULD kick her ass. Ahh, well, Tommy was handsome yes....how I wished we weren't brother and sister....even while growing up. I would pretend he was my date. It was all little girl crushing I guess but umm, hello? I was grown and still felt like that? He could never know, that was for sure. He'd probably hate me for sure. And if my parents found out.....? I'd surely find myself without a home quickly! With a sigh, I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and check my Lit. Account, perhaps.....YES! My writing partner had answered back. Good, I was glad he was still able to write me while I was on break. I'm sure I'd go crazy here if I didn't have anything to do online. His message I had read surprised me. An incest thread? I was shocked. I had never brought the subject up because well....that Lit erotica site had a lot of self-righteous assholes on it just ready to criticize anyone and everyone that didn't play along to the popular groups ways. HA! I had vowed never to be suckered into that shit. Anway, yes, I was game. I responded and said I would be more than willing to try an incest thread. I just hoped he couldn't tell that it was a subject that excited me to no end.... Furthermore, I saw her reply and immediately set about shooting her a message back. "How about a pair of college age twins, separately decide to go to a Halloween costume party, wind up dancing on each other and get hot n heavy without realizing who the other one is, go fuck with the masks still on..." I wrote, my cock getting hard just from thinking about the scenario.God, what was wrong with me? I couldn't help but envision myself and my own sister getting it on like that! I needed to cloud my head and push those thoughts away. Furthermore, I hadn't dared bring any of my goods with me on the plane, but I knew the right people here in town to get what I needed. Furthermore, I started making phone calls, and had something lined up in about fifteen minutes, between posting for Lilly of course! Furthermore, I read the message and gawked at the screen in disbelief. Furthermore, I hadn't told him I was a twin, but he had suggested we write as twins? God, that was hot. With eager fingers, I typed a reply back, agreeing to his story line. It would be a great story, as were all our others. This would let me live out my little twisted fantasy within a story and hopefully not have anyone suspect anything.... Just as I hit send, a text message came through. It was Rick. My boyfriend who just happened to be an ex-con. Again, if my parents found out about Rick, well... yeah, let's not go there. Rick had served some time for a murder he said he didn't do. But isn't that what they all say? I didn't trust Rick. I had a feeling he was screwing around on the side, but that was OK. Furthermore, I wasn't serious about him either and would tend to screw around once in a while. He was just my ticket to drugs. Drugs he could get me...you name it, I could get it. To say I was thrilled that she wanted to do the twins thread would be an understatement! This was good; I could live out this fantasy surreptitiously online, and maybe then stop being so damn attracted to my own sister. I had a feeling that it wouldn't really work; it would probably have the opposite effect... But it was worth a shot. I hurriedly got to work typing out the intro post and finding pics for our characters. There were tons of hot costumes to pick from, of course. It was just a matter of finding the right ones. I knew my girl loved being a redhead, so that helped slim down the options, and a Poison Ivy costume was quickly settled on for her, while my character would be dressed as the Batman himself. Or... maybe Robin? BabyGirl Lilly had a thing for being a DOM sometimes, and the idea of Poison Ivy tying up the Boy Wonder certainly had a bit of appeal... I pondered it for a bit before making a decision, and then put the thread up live on the forum, here: sent her a PM with the link and a wink and then took my phone off the charger and got ready to go out for a bit." Hey, Nicole, I'm going to run to the store, you need anything?" I called out to her as I passed her room. The door was shut. "Hey, Nicole, I'm going to run to the store, you need anything?" I was startled as my head shot up from the screen of my phone and I slammed the phone down on my bed, my face blushing like crazy. It took a second longer than expected, but I gathered myself and cleared my throat, "Umm....no! But don't take too long! Mom and Daddy will be back soon!!" I called after him. I waited until I could faintly hear the door downstairs shut close. When I knew he was gone, I jumped up and grabbed one of my bags that I had brought home with me. Opening it up, I grabbed an 8-ball of coke and the supplies of an old credit card and a straw. I went to my desk, which was cleared (thanks to my mom who wanted to make my room in to her sewing room yet...leave Tommy's room alone....) Cutting up a few lines, which I quickly made disappear, I waited until the drug entered my system and sat back on bed, letting myself ride on the high for a bit. I then got up and put the items away and sat back down to write my story with my partner. Smiling, I saw the link and quickly subscribed to. It was a great start (as always) and he had sent me a picture to use for the character, which I quickly linked in my reply. And now.....the reply. I had to think about it for a second (or 40) before typing out my response. This story, like our others, was going to be great! "Okay!" I called back to my sister, and went out to the garage, where my old car was still sitting. It was nothing fancy, a Chevy pick-up, actually, which I had gotten to haul around landscaping equipment for my old summer job. I hopped in and drove off, meeting an old friend at our regular spot, and moments later I was a proud owner of enough mind-bending substances to keep me plenty buzzed for the entirety of my winter break! I tested the weed first, driving around; it was high quality. A single little bump of the coke told me everything I needed to know, which was that a little bit of the stuff would go a long way. The rest I was saving for "special occasions". While I was out, I made sure to keep up with Babygirl as she posted. Our stories were just getting hotter and hotter as we explored deeper, darker, more twisted fantasies. I stopped by a convenience store for some soda and snacks on my way back home. I pulled in, noting that our parents had returned while I was out. Furthermore, I could smell dinner cooking, and it smelled great! "Are you going to be such a disappointment all the time Nicole?!""Oh, sure dad! I knew this was all coming sooner rather than later!!!" It hadn't even been 15 minutes after Tommy left when my parents got back home. Dammit! I had gotten caught smoking a joint in my room when my father just barged right on in. Of course the joint was just what he needed to see to start yelling at me! Mom, of course, kept her distance and stayed in the kitchen, finishing up dinner....." I don't understand you Nicole! What the hell is wrong with you?! Why are you doing this to us?! First, you get arrested, and I'm betting that it's not even the first time! Right?!""OH Daddy! You don't even know me anymore! I didn't come home for winter break to fight with you and Mom! I came home to spend time with my family!"" You came home because you have no place to stay when going back to school! How are you going to manage Nicole?! What?! You didn't think we found out that you got kicked out of the dorms?!"" That wasn't my fault!!!" I screamed back at him. Of course the screaming could have continued but in between our yelling, we heard the front door slam shut, and my father held up a hand, glowering at me, "We'll talk about this later Nicole!" He hissed, "Not a word to your brother, I'm sure he has his studies to worry about and doesn't need to know about your shit!"" Of course Daddy...WHATEVER YOU SAY!" I hissed back at him and slammed the door in his face! I wasn't dumb; as soon as I walked in the door, I could tell the old man was yelling at my twin sister. And she was yelling right back, giving as good as she got, probably better. Hell, I could hear her outside. That's why I slipped in the backdoor and managed to dodge my folks. I got up to my room and stuck my goodie bag away in a hiding spot before heading back downstairs to say hello. A quick shot of some of that Axe body spray helped cover-up the weed smell, and I did a double check in the bathroom to make sure there wasn't any coke hanging off my nose; all good. I stopped in to see if Nicole was okay first. I knocked lightly on her shut door." Hey, sis? Everything okay in there?" Laying on the bed, I stared at the ceiling as I figured out, nothing changed. I was jealous of Tommy, but not. If that made sense. I mean, he was a great student and had a great future ahead of him and for that, I was proud! My brother was going to make something of himself.... But what about me? Hell, I was on the road to destruction ever since I had gone out on my own to college. I mean, Tommy and I were both good students in high school. Well, I'm sure I was still a good student if I would just apply myself...according to my student director. Ugh! What I would give to get a good fuck right now from someone...hell, anyone! I heard a knock on my door and sighed. I immediately thought perhaps it was my mother, but then I heard Tommy's voice, asking me if everything was OK. I didn't answer at first and didn't want to, but I knew he was concerned. Furthermore, I cleared my throat, not moving from the bed, "Hey...it's OK....come on in!" I told him. There were never any locked doors between the two of us. I heard my sister to tell me to come in, so I did, and looked at her lying on the bed. My how she had changed in the past few months... But I guess I had, too. I sat down on the edge of the bed, still pleasantly buzzed from the weed and a bit of coke, but already wanting more. Tonight would definitely be a good night, once mom and dad crashed out. Get a real good buzz on, do a lot of writing, jack off..." So what was all that about?" I asked Nicole. I tried to play stupid, "What was what?" I said, getting up and putting an arm around my brother..... Furthermore, I could immediately smell the mask of the body spray over the scent of weed. No..... Really.......? My big brother....high? I looked him in the eyes and saw his pupils dilated (which I'm sure mine were too) and laughed, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Is my big brother...my perfect big brother stoned a little?" I asked, teasing him. My heart skipped a beat when her lips grazed my cheek, and I blushed bright red at her question! Shit! How did she know? She never smoked weed!" Uhh, no, not at all, I don't know what you're talking about," I replied quickly, standing up. The last thing I needed was Nicole finding out about this! "I think I'm going to see what's for dinner..." I said, backing away from the bed. I frowned as I jumped up off the bed and eyed him. "Oh please Tommy, you're not a very good liar, big brother!" I told him and grabbed the front of his shirt, pushing him up against the back of my bedroom door! Leaning in, I took a quick sniff of his shirt and then up to his neck.....then ever so lightly, I ran my tongue along his jawline. There was nothing said as I stared at him, our faces mere inches apart, "Tell me the truth, Tommy...." I wanted to add 'or else' but didn't. Never once did I let go of his shirt nor eased up on pushing him against the door. I took in a sharp breath when Nicole pushed me up against her door, and I had to admit to feeling a certain twitch in my crotch when she licked my jaw. Wait, what??? My sister just licked my jaw??? My mind was blown by this, and the high didn't help. I was trapped. "Uhh, shit, fine, I went over to Geoff's, and he had some weed, and we smoked a little bit," I said, definitely not willing to tell her I had a stash of all manner of goodies over in my room! What would she think?" Don't tell Dad, please?" I just looked at Tommy as he confessed. I held him in place for a moment more before letting him go and then gave him a wicked grin. "Please, me tell Dad? Like he would believe me!" I said, my tone a little darker than I would have liked. It was true, I could run to our father and tell him that Tommy was high, he would just probably tell me to stop lying and making up stories about my brother." Your secret is safe with me." I told him and backed up a little more, "But you better stay away from that shit Tommy....it doesn't matter if it's weed or what ever your little heart desires, that shit can mess you up." I told him, speaking more from experience and truth than from some 'Say No to Drugs' ad. Furthermore, I saw the dark look on her face for that moment, and couldn't help but wonder just what all my sister had been up to." Yeah, sure, you know, it wasn't even all that much fun. You know me, gotta stay on the straight and narrow," I lied. I couldn't help but be drawn to my sister's amazing body though... Her bikini top certainly didn't help in that regard one bit! I needed to get out, and get back to writing on Lit! Why didn't I believe him? Smiling, I nodded, "Uh huh." I was tempted to check and see if I had any replies on Lit, but I didn't just want to chase my brother out." Hey, how is everything with your girlfriend? I think the last time you had sent me a text and said things were kinda bumpy...?" I was on my stomach on the bed, my boobs smoothed up, making my cleavage deeper. Furthermore, I rested on my elbows and looked at Tommy. "Yeah, well, it's hard to tell sometimes," I replied when Nicole asked about my girlfriend. "Things are usually pretty good, but you never know..." I scratched my head; I hadn't really thought about the girlfriend since I'd gotten off the plane!" I mean, we left school on good terms..." I continued, starting to feel a little paranoid in here with my sister. Furthermore, I looked around the room, doing everything in my power not to look down into her cleavage again! "I see... well, don't sweat it. Women are sometimes bitches... trust me, I am one." I told him, grinning. I was about to say something else when I heard our mother call us down for dinner. Yay! One big happy family filled with tension all because of me...." Well, I guess we should go down..." I said and jumped up off of the bed. I grabbed my bag and dug in it, grabbing a shirt out of it. Putting it on, I hadn't realized that my selection of goodies had been showing. It didn't bother me that it was there for Tommy to see... "Yeah, I guess so," I said, watching my little sister get up and grab a tee shirt and pull it on. I shook my head as her cleavage disappeared into the shirt, and smiled at her before we headed downstairs for dinner. Dinner was delicious! The atmosphere, though, was a bit awkward. Even in my slightly stoned state, I could feel the tension in the air, and the way the conversation focused on my school time and completely avoided Nicole's. By the time we were clearing our plates, I was ready for another joint, a fat line, and to hide away and write with Lilly. Our folks said goodnight, as they were getting up quite early to catch a flight to some business meeting out of town, where they'd be for a few days. The prospect of time alone with my sister was exciting, and a little scary. There was an unexpected edge to her; almost like she was a stranger now. Hopefully she'd keep prancing about in bikini tops though... As we got to our bedroom doors, across the hall from each other, I stopped her. "So what's going on with you? Dinner was weird." Yes, dinner was great. And yes, there was tension in the air, but I didn't play into it. I kept quiet, answered questions when asked. Kept my answers simple and curt. I helped Mom with the dishes as Tommy and Dad were still talking. When we were done, Tommy and I headed upstairs. I just needed to get away into my writing tonight. This was my first night home in a long while and I didn't want to raise any suspension with going out tonight. I had decided to be a good girl....kinda. As were going to go into our separate bedrooms, Tommy stopped me and asked me about dinner. I played it off coolly (I think) and shrugged, "I guess is having a hard time with work and this business trip means a lot to him... at least that's what I think...then again, who knows?" I leaned over and kissed Tommy's cheek, standing there for a moment longer than I should have, "Good night big brother. Furthermore, I'll see you in the morning... perhaps we could go out and have some breakfast or something?" Because I sure as hell wasn't going to cook. "Hey, that sounds good to me," I replied. Her lips on my cheek, lingering a moment, her body close enough I could feel her tits brush across my chest... All that combined into a delicious desire that I was hard-pressed to deny. I couldn't wait to log on and write all about it! "Good night, Nicki," I said, and we retired to our rooms. I quickly dug out my coke, and used a little spoon to dig out bumps, which raised my spirits immediately. I took my clothes off and slid into bed, loading up Lit on my phone and began posting, but first I sent Lilly a message." Hey baby, I'm good and high right now and so into this incest thread... Got me really fucking hot and hard right now..." Nicole inhaled Tommy's scent and enjoyed it a moment longer than she should have. She smiled at the thought of how she had caught him trying to hide the pot smell. It was cute." G'night T." She said in the way she referred to him when they were younger. After closing her door, Nicole stripped out of her clothes. The smell of weed on Tommy made her want something to kick up her spirits. She pulled her bag and dug in it, searching for some pills. She wanted some pot but of course, couldn't because of her parents and Tommy around. Furthermore, she could have had some more coke, but she needed something to relax and well, the coke would just wake her ass up, probably keeping her up all night. Pulling out a bag of small multicolored pills, each one with an 'X' on it, she popped one pill, not wanting that 'out of this world' feeling but just enough to relax her. She then got her laptop and signed onto Lit. And saw she had messages. She read the one from her co-author and smiled. He was high too. Quickly, she wrote back, "I'm just as hot over here, I'm absolutely loving this incest thread.... it makes me feel dirty yet at the same time, I wouldn't mind experiencing it..." I saw Lilly was online; it was going to be a very fun, hot, productive night. I spooned out another bump of coke and shot her a reply." Oh my god, I know what you mean. My sister was running around in a bikini top today, and she had these amazing fucking tits, I just wanted to motorboat her! I haven't been able to get that vision out of my head, and this thread makes me feel so deliciously filthy when I look at her... Is that awful or what lol?" I laid back, and stroked my hard cock some as I sent her the message. I read the message and smiled, sound like what I was doing today. Although it much to piss off the parents. But Tommy seemed to appreciate it too. At least he hadn't gotten all overprotective on me and demanded I put something on. Sometimes, I swear he was just like Daddy in that aspect. I could feel the X pill starting to work it's magic, and my body started to relax. I figured while I was in my own room and my parents were in bed, it was safe to take off my clothes. After all, I wanted to be comfortable and free. After stripping off my shirt, my bikini top and then my shorts (in which I had no underwear) I was completely naked. The lights were turned off, so only the glow of the laptop filled the room." Not terrible of you at all....besides, I'm so horny right now, I swear I could use a good fuck..." I had written and sent it off. I saw her reply and was quick with my own." I know that feeling baby. Wish I was there, I'd give you all the dick you need, and we could pretend we're siblings..." I shot it off and continued stroking my cock under the blankets. I got another sniff of coke and pounded out a fresh post for Lilly, our incest thread really starting to heat up. Oh yeah, the X was good. If I had been out about at the clubs, another pill would have done nicely but since I was home, I didn't want to raise any suspicions, so I just enjoyed the one pill. I read the message from him and leaned back on the bed, my hand reaching down to my pussy, feeling the damp heat. I quickly grabbed a dildo out of my overnight bag and played with it against my pussy before shoving it in hard and leaving it there as I replied, "If you were my brother, I'd love to have you here licking my pussy...making you lick it, that is..." My cock was rock hard and throbbing, and I nearly came when I read her message. My head full of coke was delightfully spun out, and I shot her a reply back:"If you were my sister, I'd do any damn thing you told me to... Hell, I would right now do anything, even tho your not my sister lol!" I continued stroking my cock, my blood thumping in my veins. I loved this aggressive, dominant side of her, and tonight she seemed to be in the mood to let it out! Furthermore, I was working the dildo in and out of my dripping cunt as I read the message back from him. God, he was hot! I wanted the feelings I had at the moment to last so I eased up on the dildo and typed out a reply, "Oh, and the things I'd make you do.... like if you wanted to cum, then I would make you wait. I'd have to cum a lot before I let you have your pleasure, that's for sure... like right now, I'm fucking myself with a toy and pretending it's you..." My eyes pretty much buggered out of my head when I read her message. I nearly came again, but held it back. The longer I stay hard and hold it off, the better the eventual payoff. In fact, I was more than willing to relinquish control of that aspect to her." That's so fucking hot doll... Or should I call you Mistress? I'm so rock hard right now, but I won't get off until you tell me to..." was the response I sent, and waited in anticipation for her reply... Reading his message back, I smiled. God, this was so hot!" No. You may not call me mistress. You call me Sister. I'm your big sister now. I don't want my brother cumming until I say so. Got it? Now, lick my pussy again brother, make me cum again! Make me squirt my juices all over your face!" I wasn't sure if this would work. I had never doomed anyone before in my life! Furthermore, I mean, I could push people around but DOM them? Furthermore, I guess I was doing OK judging by his responses... "Yes Sister," I wrote back immediately. She had me by the balls and I loved it! Normally we played in our threads, but this was just as hot over PM! I continued:"I'm so fucking hard for you right now, Sister! I'm going to keep eating your delicious pussy! Grab my hair and hold me there and spray your cum all over my face! I'll lick it all up and suck it out of you and just keep going until you are ready to get your brother's big dick stuck up inside you!" Holy fuck! I almost came again! The thing about my cumming is that, well... I'm not quiet about it. I like to make noise! But so far, I had been good and not made too much noise... But shit! To have him eating my pussy, I sat up on the bed, which shoved the dildo deeper into my pussy and I sat there rocking on the bed as I typed out a reply, "Good boy. You're such a good brother. Now, after I'm done cumming on your face, I want you to take a few licks of my asshole and then fuck my ass. And don't take it easy. Just shove your dick into my tight little hole!" I got myself a fresh bump of coke as I waited for her reply, and then heard something funny from across the hall. Was that Nicole... moaning? I couldn't believe it. It froze me in my spot as I considered the fact that she might be masturbating her smoking hot body into an orgasmic frenzy right across the hall! The message from Lilly brought me back to our fantasy. I replied quickly." Yes Sister! I would love to lick your little asshole, make me feel dirty... I'll spit in it and lube you up and then jam my dick in there and pound u into your bed like a good boy..." I sent the message off. My dick was throbbing! I was so ready to cum, but I held it off for her. My sister's moaning across the hall only caused my desire to increase tenfold... "Oh dirty brother..." I had started to write... but I couldn't finish it as I started to cum hard! At which point, I leaned back on the bed, pulled out the dildo and started to rub it on my clit and then, just like that I squirted my juices all over the side of my bed and onto the floor! I had been biting my lip and could instantly feel it bleeding as my teeth cut into it, which only excited me more! I had done my best to keep quiet and thought I had done a good job at doing so! It was at least five minutes before I calmed down enough to finish my reply, "I want you to slam your cock into my ass hard Brother and then, you may cum! Fill my ass with your hot seed!" I lay there stroking my cock, eagerly anticipating Lilly's reply; it was really hard to keep from cumming as I listened to my sister across the hall! I had no idea she was such a horny little thing. Furthermore, I guess she wasn't so different from me after all! Finally, as my sister quieted down, I got the message back from Lilly. I immediately started jacking my cock hard, and with a grunt I finally achieved sweet release; laying on my back I sprayed my cum across my belly and chest! "God, fuck, yes..." I said, probably louder than I should have... Fuck it was a good one though! Gobs and gobs shot out, making a mess all over myself... I lay there on the bed, totally sated from it all...the X pill giving me more pleasure than I had realized. But I was thankful that my parents were heavy sleepers as I heard the faint sound of my brother across the hall. I giggled and took a deep breath. The cut from the bite on the inside of lip was tender and raw. I realized that I was still in talks with St Fornicate and I wondered if he came, just as I had commanded him to. I lay there rubbing my cum into my skin, my head spinning from the coke. Finally, I sat up to reply to Lilly:"Mmm Sister, I just came so fucking hard all over myself imagining my cock pounding into your sweet ass... God that was so hot Sister... I'm so fucking turned on and high as a kite right now too..." I lay back, my heart pounding in my chest. Furthermore, I quickly started replying to our threads, knowing it would be a while before I could sleep. Furthermore, I was laying there on the bed and let my breathing calm down. Damn, I was feeling good! The combination between the X and that amazing orgasm made me feel sated. At least for the time being... When I finally sat up, the room started to spin a little and I giggled. I was a little snack hungry, so I tossed on my shirt (which just happened to stop just under the swell of my ass) and got up off the bed. It was time to raid the fridge. I lay there, my world spinning in the fumes of my incredibly satisfying orgasm, and realized just how thirsty I was! I needed something to drink, bad. Furthermore, I got up then, pulling on a pair of gym shorts. Furthermore, I took an extra bump of coke, once I did, I realized I'd be up all night more than likely, but I was okay with that. As long as Lilly kept writing, so could I! I went to the door and opened it, wiping my nose and sniffing as I did. Imagine my surprise when my sister opened her own door right across the hall from me!" Shit!" I whispered, and stifled a giggle. "What are you doing up?" Raising an eyebrow at my brother as he almost smacked right into me, I couldn't help but notice that he almost giggled?? Which in return, made me giggle for real, and I slapped my hand over my mouth! I fell a little hard against the door frame to my room and giggled again.... I never noticed how nice and smooth the door frame was...." I...umm...was going to get a snack?!" I said, probably a little louder than I had intended. "What about you?!" "I'm thirsty," I replied, fighting hard the urge to sniff in front of her. I raised an eyebrow at her; something was definitely off with her, but maybe it was just the coke making me paranoid!"Shh, shh shh!" I said, putting a finger up to my mouth. "Don't wake Mom and Dad!" The fantasy I'd just played out online with Lilly was so fresh in my mind, and my sister's long smooth legs looked so yummy... This could be fun. It was just after midnight. "C'mon, let's raid the liquor cabinet!" I said, giving her a conspiratorial wink. "OK!" I replied immediately, again a little too loud probably, but I didn't care! I literally pushed Tommy out of my way and made my way downstairs. Furthermore, I could feel him close behind me as I headed to the liquor cabinet. I pulled at the door, and it didn't budge!" What the fuck!" I said, "They still keep it locked!" With that I let out a giggle and fell back a little against Tommy... I followed my sister downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible, but she sure wasn't! She pulled at the doors, and they didn't open and fell back giggling against me. My arms went under hers to catch her, and I almost went to cop a feel of her tits without even thinking about it, but stopped myself, instead just wrapping my arms around her belly and holding her close, her bare ass pressed into my crotch." Gotta be real quiet," I whispered in her ear. "Good think I know where they hide the key," I said. She felt hot in my arms, a peculiar heat... Was she high on something? Surely not! But the giggling... I reached up over her, to the top of the cabinet, and pulled a small key down, still holding her against me. She felt real good right there! I slid the key into the lock and turned it and opened the door. "So what's your poison?" "Oh MMM...." I squinted at the various types of alcohol my parents kept on hand and shrugged, "What sort of disaster can you make? I'm game for anything!" I told him honestly. I still hadn't moved from his arms nor even tried to. "Umm, okay, something simple..." I said, leaning forward a bit to grab the vodka bottle. As I did, my cock definitely rubbed up right between her ass cheeks, and I was definitely reluctant to move away from her. She smelled so good too, her hair in my face..." Maybe some cranberry juice, too," I said, finally stepping away from her to open the ice box and grab that bottle. "Your room, mine, or the basement?" I asked her, grabbing a couple glasses and smiling devilishly at her. Oh God, the basement... that was a room that still freaked me out! I didn't want my brother in my room for fear of finding my stash, so I pointed to the floor, nodding and giggling, "Basement!" With that I held onto his arms around my waist and started to guide him with me toward the basement door.... Soon, we were walking down the stairs, still together of course and as we reached the bottom of the steps, I saw that it was cleaned up and there was a couch near the back of the room... I walked with my sister down into the basement; it was dark but not completely, we could at least see the couch in the back corner. Mostly our folks just kept junk down here, and the couch was no exception. Not wanting to attract any attention to ourselves down here if the folks did happen to wake up, I didn't turn the lights on as we made our way back to the couch and fell into the comfy old cushions. I cracked the bottles open and started pouring our drinks, heavy on the vodka. I handed one over to Nicole. "It's good to be home again, Nikki," I said. What a toast! I only nodded and raised my cup along with Tommy's, "So they say!" I said, stealing a drink from my cup and leaning my head back against the high back of the couch." So, tell me T, what's been happening to you? And I don't mean with your studies! I want to hear about your women...the parties you've had to have been attending.you know, real college life! And, don't you dare think of lying to me! I am your sister, after all..." I smirked at her question, and took a long drink from the booze. The coke had me all riled up, and so I just started talking, quietly as I could of course, but definitely a mile-a-minute." Yeah, they throw some crazy parties there, been plenty of wild nights! I mean, nothing too crazy, but plenty of hangovers haha... There was one time though a couple of my girlfriend's friends stopped by and uh, well, let's just say the girlfriend shouldn't find out about that night..." I sniffed hard then, getting a fresh little shot of blow up my nose. "Oh good Lord, you don't have to say anymore..." I said and took a shot of my drink... the X had me pleasantly high and feeling so relaxed, and the vodka didn't hurt things either! I brought my legs up on the couch and rested them on Tommy's lap, "Which is why you shouldn't commit yourself to a girl at school so soon. Furthermore, I mean, this is just your first year! Have fun! Don't get hooked on one girl.experience them all..." I smirked at her words, and placed a hand on her smooth leg and ran it up and down slowly. "Well, that was totally the plan, but I kinds like this one... But I guess if I'm fucking her friends, it's not going to last, huh?" I said. The tee shirt that was all she was wearing just barely covered her crotch from my view... Of course, it was pretty dark back where we were, so I probably wouldn't be able to see anything anyway... Good Lord, this was bad. All that incest talk on Lit had me really wanting my sister even worse! What was wrong with me? "You said it big brother, I didn't..." I told him and polished off my drink. I nudged him in the arm with my cup, silently asking for another one." But hell, things happen I guess, maybe this is a test to your relationship..." I suddenly didn't want to talk about his girlfriend anymore. As far as I was concerned, I didn't think any woman would be worthy of being with my brother. He turned into a good man and I hoped he stayed on the straight and narrow... I was finishing my drink as she nudged me, silently asking for more. I downed my cup and then poured us some fresh ones, these even heavier on the vodka than before!" I guess we'll have to see how this break goes," I said, taking a drink. "What about you? Surely you didn't just stay in your room and study all semester." Suddenly, though, my cell phone was buzzing in my pocket. It was pretty late, so it was weird I was getting a call. Of course, it would be Alyssa calling. "Speak of the devil, huh," I said, looking at it vibrate in my hands, not sure whether I wanted to answer it. Oh shit, I didn't want to talk about my college life. The last thing I needed was for Tommy to ask any questions and bug me about it all... I took the drink and took a sip, nearly coughing from the heaviness of the vodka. His phone rang and he looked at it. After the third ring, I grabbed the phone from him and answered, "Hello! Tommy's phone. Tommy's sister speaking!" I said, trying not to giggle." Nicole?" Came a hesitant voice." Alyssa?" I replied." Is Tommy there?"" Ummm, I'm not sure...." I looked at Tommy and smirked as I continued, "He's right here, but he's a little too drunk to talk to you Alyssa (I was sure my words were slurring, but I didn't care)...." My eyes went wide as my sister answered my phone for me! "You little brat," I said, reaching for the phone which was just out of my grasp. "Give me that!" I said, almost whining, reaching for it again, this time scooting closer to my sister so that her butt was almost in my lap! I tried to grab at it again, but she was just a little too quick for me." I'm not drunk," I said, taking another drink from my vodka and cranberry. Furthermore, I laughed quietly and heard a click on the other side of the line. Frowning at Tommy, I gave him his phone back, "WWW, she hung up T! I wonder why?" I giggled again, taking another sip. I knew I was being a brat, but I didn't care. Sisters were supposed to be brats toward their big brothers, so I was just doing my job! "Ugh, oh well," I said, taking the phone back. I thought about calling her back but decided against it. "She'll probably give me a hard time about that tomorrow," I said. "Probably accuse me of screwing some other girl and having her pretend to be my sister. You girls can be a little crazy sometimes!" I took another drink. This shit was good, but it made me want more coke. I looked at my sister, and I couldn't help but wonder what she would say if she knew... "Hey!" I said, kicking his leg with my foot, "I am not like the other girls and if she can't take a joke, then she's not the one!" I told him before setting my cup down on the side of the couch." Just give her a few days, she needs to know you're with family right now...besides, aren't I more important?" I asked, giving him a frown and batting my eyes at him... all the while my shirt had ridden up a bit but at this point, I didn't exactly mind... Her little puppy-dog eyes had always worked on me, and tonight, in my chemically altered state, was no different." You're right, family's more important. I see her all the time and I haven't seen you in forever. It's just... She doesn't usually call this late. But it probably wasn't important." I smirked and squeezed her thigh. "She probably just wanted some phone sex." I busted out laughing as I threw my head back, "Oh God, that's a little too much information big brother..." As I settled down, "Would she be all 'Oh Tommy! Fuck me Tommy!'" I cried out, making fun of her without meaning to! I smirked back at her. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I shot back, winking at her and taking another drink. "If she's been drinking, that's probably what she wanted..." The coke and the booze were clearly affecting my judgment, and I was blurting things out without thinking." Maybe you should listen in, you could probably learn a thing or two!" I gasped in shock and shook my head, "Oh please! I'm sure it would kill you to know that I've picked up a thing or two regarding sex! Furthermore, I'm not your cute little sister any more T....just ask mom and dad!" I told him, not believing I just let him know more than he should! Furthermore, I raised an eyebrow at her statement, her admission of trouble making, and set my drink down." Wait, Nikki, what do you mean? I thought school was going really well for you..." This was definitely unexpected, and a fair bit of concern welled up and killed my buzz. "What's going on?" Oh, shit... I shook my head and took another long swallow of my drink. "Nothing, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.forget about it, OK?!" I stood up...or at least tried to...the room immediately started to spin! Okay, now I was even more concerned. Or paranoid. Or maybe I just needed some more coke. Regardless, when my sister stood up, she immediately got all wobbly, and I tried to catch her as best I could on her way back down to the couch. However, I was pretty drunk. And spun out. So I reached out for her but somehow, we just ended up all limbs entangled in a mess on the couch! She was halfway on top of me; at one point one of her boobs was pressed right into the side of my face; and by the end of it all, once we finally got settled, she was sitting in my lap, straddling me, the both of us facing each other." Okay, so, you going to tell me what's going on or what? And don't you lie to me, I'm your big brother." The situation was awkward....had I been sober, but I wasn't. I was high and I was drunk. Not a good combination. At least I still had my wits.....sorta. I reached up and quickly grabbed at my brother's throat...although my hand was small, it still made an impact as I squeezed at it, my eyes boring into his, "Listen big brother, I said it was nothing, alright? Don't worry about it!" I told him, holding my position, still staring at him.... Feeling his groin between my legs, I gently ground against him, "I said, OK?" My hands went up when she grabbed my throat. "Hey, hey, okay, whatever you say sis," I replied with a raspy voice, our eyes locked. I felt the heat between her legs grinding into my crotch; she wasn't wearing anything there, and I had just my gym shorts on, and my body responded naturally by stiffening my cock underneath her!" Fuck," I grunted, my face going a bit red, though I wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or from her hand on my throat! Still, my natural inclination was to shift my hips a bit and grind back up against her... Not so gently, I slapped the side of Tommy's face and smiled, "Good boy....." I stood up, this time being able to balance myself, "I'm off to bed big brother, thanks for the drink!" I told him, giggling and turned to head back upstairs. As I got to my room, I crashed onto my bed and didn't care if I was covered or not because I knew my ass was exposed as I feel into a deep sleep.... I sat there, a bit in shock after my sister slapped me and then sauntered away! I couldn't quite understand it, but something about her was radically different from the girl I'd known before we left for college. Her attitude was different, for sure. She sure wasn't the innocent girl she was before. She had that badass look in her eyes now, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. I sat there on the couch long enough for my hard-on to subside, and then grabbed the bottles and headed up the stairs. I put the liquor away and then crept up to my room; as I passed Nicole's room, I could clearly see her exposed butt as she lay sleeping. My cock twitched in desire again, and I shook my head and went into my room. I'd had just enough to drink to calm down from the coke high, though I was still buzzing. The temptation to do more was strong, but my desire to get sleep proved stronger. Still, I sent checked Lit first. Lilly hadn't replied to any of our threads; it appeared she had logged off soon after our PM masturbation session. God, that had been hot! I sent her a message. "Hope you sleep well, Sister... I'll be dreaming of you"I couldn't sleep. I lay there staring at the ceiling. Finally, I got up and closed the door, and went to the window, opened it, got my pipe out and took a fat hit... The next morning woke with the covers on me and no clothes on. That wasn't a first, I often liked to strip while sleeping. It was one of many odd things about me. I heard my phone buzzing and wondered who the hell was calling at this hour...wait, what time was it? I grabbed the phone and squinted at the display, 6 A.M. And then it sounded again, and I saw who it was..... Rick. With a sigh, I hit the ignore button. I didn't need his shit right now. I pulled up my browser and logged onto Lit. Furthermore, I saw that I had some messages and smiled to myself. Furthermore, I answered back, "Good morning brother, how is my sexy brother today? Your sister's cunt wants you so bad!" I hit send and answered a few stories before tossing the phone onto the bed and tossed on a Cob. I needed a shower.... Furthermore, I smoked it a bit, and it calmed me down pretty good, so I shut the window and got in bed. Sleep came much easier this time... I awoke too early, to sound of my sister's cell for ringing across the hall, and the smell of coffee and bacon and eggs from the kitchen downstairs. I groggily got up out of bed to go see my parents off. It was way too early, and I may have still been a little intoxicated from the drinks late last night. I threw on a pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt and quietly made my way downstairs, where I overheard my parents talking..." So what are we going to do about Nicole?" It was my dad. "I mean, I can understand a little pot in college, that's not a big deal. But... The other stuff?"" I don't know," my mother said. "She was always such a good girl."" It seems like a terrible idea to let her go back. She clearly needs someone to help keep her focused on schoolwork."" But who? We can't follow her around."" What if... How about this. If she gets in any more trouble, she's done. We get Tommy an apartment, and she goes to live with him in Colorado. She can get a job and go to the community college there. Tommy's a good influence on her." I heard this all from the steps. My mind was boggled. Seriously, Nicole was in that much trouble? I stepped heavily on the last couple steps so they could hear me coming, and coughed as I entered the kitchen. Upstairs in the bathroom we heard the shower start running." Hey Mom, hey Dad," I said, walking into the kitchen. Dad was cooking breakfast. I made a beeline for the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. Dad gave me a plate of food, eggs, bacon and toast. They didn't say anything more about Nicki, and I acted oblivious to it all. After my shower, I got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast, and also I wanted to see my parents off. That and I needed some coffee terrible. Stepping into the kitchen, Mom and Dad were talking to Tommy about school as I grabbed a cup and poured some coffee. Mom had gotten up to give me a hug and handed me my plate of food. I swear, sometimes, they still think we're 8 and can't get our own stuff. I didn't complain though because I didn't want to start anything. Besides, they would be gone for a few days and that would give me time to myself and also some time to spend with Tommy. A peaceful meal in the morning was nice. My folks had a lot of questions about my school, which I answered as well as I could. Then there was a honk outside; their taxi had arrived." Here's the credit card. For food and emergencies," Dad said, laying the Visa on the table." Okay, have a safe flight!" I told them." Nicole, stay out of trouble, okay? Don't give your brother any headaches," Dad said, and I could see Nicole glower at him. I didn't bother to give either of my parents a hug or kiss goodbye. Instead, I just nodded to what Dad had said as I continued to eat my breakfast. I'm pretty sure the look on my face said it all. Eyeing the credit card on the table, I thought about the fun I could have with that but of course, they gave it Tommy to watch over....blah, I'd have to think of a way to get it away from him later. When we were finally alone, I looked at Tommy and could see why Mom and Dad were so proud of him. He was doing good for himself...unlike me....their disappointment. Finishing up breakfast, I tugged at myshirtand grinned at Tommy, "So, what are your plans today?" I smiled back at my sister and took a drink of my coffee. Mom and Dad were gone. It was just me and her now. I thought about all the things I really wanted to do today: get stoned out of my mind and write with Lilly, and that was really about it. I couldn't exactly tell Nicki that, though. And the things I'd heard that morning were weighing heavy on my mind." Nicki... We need to talk," I said... "We do?" I asked, trying not to smile at how serious he seemed. "And just what are we going to talk about? More about you at school?" I teased him as I got up and placed my plate in the sink, half-eaten food and all." Listen big brother, what ever it is, it can wait! I have some place I need to be later on, so I need to get ready." I turned to the head out of the kitchen only to be blocked by Tommy. Furthermore, I stood in front of her, and put my hand up." Fine, whatever. Just let me say this, and then I won't bring it up again, okay?" I didn't give her an opportunity to respond, just kept going. "I overheard Mom and Dad talking before breakfast. About you. I don't know what kind of trouble you've been getting yourself into, but they've had enough. If you screw up again, they're going to make you move into an apartment with me in Colorado, at my school. Kiss California goodbye. Okay, that's it," I said, breathing a sigh of relief after getting all that out. "I'm going to hop in the shower now," I said, heading for the stairs. I watched Tommy leave after he dropped that bombshell on me. Of course, it sounded like Mom and Dad did a lot of talking about me lately, I was their little girl that used to be good....used to be. Now, instead of talking about my academic achievements like they were doing with Tommy, they were talking about my criminal record and about me in general. I let what Tommy said sink in.... so, if I fucked up again, which of course was soon, knowing me, they were going to move me to Colorado? Wow, they still haven't given up on me. That should have been some hint as to try to do good from here on, instead, it got my mind working. An apartment....with my brother in Colorado? Granted, I would hate the weather up there during the winters, but it would get me out of my damn college... yeah, this had been something good after all.... I headed up the stairs and went into my room. I was going to shower, but I logged on to Lit first, and saw the message from Lilly as well as her posts, which thrilled me to no end! I replied to Lilly's message first: "Doing well, got up early today, planning to just lie around, get high and write all day"I quickly posted to a couple of our threads before shutting my laptop to go take my shower. Normally, with my parents around, I would log off of Lit, erase the history, but now they were gone, and I wasn't worried about it. I checked my drug stash real quick, in a shoebox under my bed, and saw everything was in order. I swallowed an Adderall and then headed for the shower. I turned the water on hot and peeled my clothes off and got inside, letting the water run over me... My mind wandered through the threads I was writing with Lilly, particularly the incestuous PM play we'd had last night, and I started stroking my cock to hardness as I thought about it... I heard the shower running as I made my way upstairs to my room. Before entering my room, I looked across at the door to Tommy's room and only took a moment to decide to see what he had in there. Pushing the door open, I saw the usual mess of his, clothes thrown around and his bag he had brought from school. I quickly went through his bag and found nothing, just clothes. Man, he was boring. I put the clothes back and stood, looking around the room before my eyes fixed on the bed, or rather, under the bed. I dropped to my knees and bent down, looking under the bed and saw a shoebox. Opening it up, my eyes widened at the contents." Holy shit!" I said, as I poked around in the box and sifted through all the different drugs in there. There was even a bag of coke in there, which I stuck my finger in and tasted. It was pretty good stuff, that was for sure. Shaking my head and smiling, I placed the box back under his bed and that's when the next item caught my eye.... his phone! I stood in the shower stroking my dick for a while, but I didn't get off. I wanted to save it for later with Lilly. So I cleaned myself off and finished up and got out, dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and ran a comb through my hair. It was shaping up to be a good day. Nicole had said she had somewhere to go, which meant I would be all alone with my thoughts, which was right where I wanted to be. Soon as she left, I'd be able to fire one up and start writing! Hopefully Lilly would be around today to do plenty of writing. That thought alone was enough to cause a bit of a reaction down below, but I didn't think much of it as I walked out of the bathroom and headed to my room, wearing just a towel... I took Tommy's phone and disappeared to my room, so I could get dressed. I changed into abikinibut that was as far as I got as I sat on the edge of my bed and looked through his phone. There were a couple of texts from what seemed random girls, mostly sexting, but that was about it. I smiled and shook my head as I read through some of them. What a naughty brother I had. I heard the shower stop and looked up before putting my attention back to the phone and continued snooping around it. It didn't bother me that I knew I was going to get caught...besides, after all I was finding out about Tommy, well, then... What the fuck?! My breath caught in my throat as I came across a picture of a cock..... My brother's cock! It was big. It was huge. I looked at another picture and saw it from a different angle...wow! I could see he had sent it out to different numbers.wow... Did I mention wow? I got back to my room and looked around the mess, trying to decide what clothes to wear. It seemed like a good day for the hot tub, although the Adderall was making me pretty energetic. First things first though. I looked for my phone to check my messages and Lit... Hey. Where's my phone? I searched around for a few minutes and scratched my head. Damn thing. I was always misplacing it." Hey Nicki," I called out. "Have you seen my phone?" To tell you the truth, I personally didn't give a shit if he caught me with his phone or not... I called out, "Nope... well, maybe.... what does it look like?" I had asked. Again, still not caring if he saw me with as I continued to look through it while sitting on the bed; the door to the bedroom closed. Laying back on the bed, I continue to look through the phone by bringing up the web browser and seeing it automatically load to a page.... Literotica...? What? I rolled my eyes, my search getting a bit frantic now. Fuck. I crossed the hall and pushed open the door to my sister's room. "It looks like a god-damn iPhone, Nicki..." And there I saw her, lying on her bed, nearly busting out of that damn little bikini, looking through my phone! Fuck! How much had she seen?" Nicki, it looks like that one. Can I have my phone back now you little brat?" I shook my head, "Nope, you didn't say the magic word." I said to him as I backed out of the browser, closing it. Furthermore, I mentally cursed myself for not getting his screen name on the site, but I figured I'd get it later." Have a seat." I told him, not giving him a choice with the tone in my voice. I sat up in bed and grabbed a cigarette from the top of my bedside drawer and lit it, still holding his phone in my hand. Furthermore, I took a drag of it, still not talking and letting him sweat it out a bit. He didn't know how much I saw, but he sure was going to suffer for it a little while longer. Fuck. My heart was already thumping from the Adderall, but now... Jesus what did she know now? What was she going to do? I grabbed the towel around my waist, feeling quite naked, and sat down in the chair at her desk. Fuck fuck fuck. This was bad." Nicole, please, come on, just give me my phone," I said, my foot tapping nervously on the carpet. I watched her take a drag on the cigarette, which made me want one badly. But hell, she didn't even know I smoked! My mind raced. What did she see in that phone? What else did she find in my room? My stash? Jesus fuck this was bad! Did she see my texts? Lit erotica? Fuck! "So..." I said after a few minutes of intense silence....intense for Tommy I'm sure, not for me. Hell, I was enjoying this and seeing him sweat. I held up the phone. "At least I'm not the only one who's been experimenting with 'things' while away at school...." I paced in front of him, "And here Mom and Dad want to move me in with you if things don't work at my school because you're a good influence? What do you think would happen if they found out YOU were into basically the same sort of things I'm into?" I asked. Damn, she wasn't giving up anything! I groaned, but was still clueless as to what exactly she was accusing me of." Listen, Nicki, so what if I smoked a little pot? It's not a big deal." I still didn't know what exactly she had gotten in trouble over, either, or the extent of it. She had me by the balls. I tightened my grip on the towel as she paced in front of me. "Shh...." I said to him, holding up my finger to my lips, "Let me talk dear brother..." I held up the phone and waved it in front of him, "A little pot, huh?" I laughed and shook my head, "From what I discovered in your room, a little pot is not all you've been hitting." I was being downright mean, and I knew it, but I couldn't help it. It was sort of sad because I really wanted Tommy to succeed in life and not head down the road I was heading down. Although if he was keeping up with his studies so far, I had to applaud him because I gave all that up a long time ago." Tell you what... I won't tell Mom or Dad about this on a few conditions.....we have a party for New Year's Eve and I don't just mean a few friends showing up, but I'm talking about a full out bash! Mom and Dad will be gone again, so it's going to happen. We're also going to use the credit card to buy the supplies for the party and perhaps, we can have another small party before they get back, I'm still working on this... how does all that sound?" I turned bright red when she said she'd found my stash. I sat there, looking down at my hands in my lap, as I listened to her demands. Furthermore, I looked up at her finally." That's a deal," I replied quickly, though I had a feeling that this wasn't going to be the end of her requests. She had some pretty good blackmail material on me now, and there really wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I was just happy she didn't demand all my drugs!" Can I have my phone back now, please?" I asked, holding out my hand, still sitting there at her desk in my towel. I really needed to smoke a joint, or do some coke, or something! And, now that she knew all about it, I didn't have to hide it anymore! "Gotta a spare cigarette?" "Maybe... first I want the credit card.... I need a new outfit for tonight..." I grabbed my packs of CIGS and motioned for him to leave my room. When he came back, we did a switch...his phone for the credit card. Smiling, I tucked the card into the top of my bikini, not blind to the fact that Tommy was staring at me." Oh, and one more thing love, I sent some of the 'sex texts' to my phone, so I might have something to show Alyssa if the need....you know, arises..." I gave him my pack of cigarettes. I rolled my eyes and glowered at her as she took the credit card and I took a cigarette. Furthermore, I was still wearing nothing but a towel. I grabbed a lighter off her desk and lit the cigarette. Furthermore, I wasn't too worried about the card, as long as she didn't go crazy. Furthermore, I had a pretty good chunk of money saved up as it was, so if our folks asked too many questions I could just pay for it. Not that they would. They were pretty well off, better than they let on, that was for sure. Still, it was a conversation I'd rather not have to have with them." So what's going on tonight?" I asked her. I shrugged and went to my closet and grabbed a shirt, tossing it on, "Nothing...yet." I told him. It was true, I hadn't really planned anything yet but there was going to be something that had to happen." I do know this afternoon I am going to Maria's house, she's having a pool party since her parents are out of town too." Maria was a friend of ours since childhood and I hadn't stopped talking to her, I wasn't sure if Tommy had or not. Her parents, unlike ours, splurged and flaunted their money. They had a huge house with an indoor pool, so one could go swimming anytime, even in the winter." First, although it's early, I'm going to meet someone for something and then hit the mall afterward." "Whatever. Have fun," I said, getting truly irritated at this point. I shook my head and took my phone and turned and left her room, and headed to my own room, slamming my door once I was inside. I took a deep breath. Whatever hell I might take from our folks over reckless spending on the credit card wasn't nearly as bad as what would happen if Nicole spilled the beans about... Well, about everything else. Though I wasn't sure how much I cared if she told Alyssa... I didn't particularly want Nicole getting any other ideas, either. I threw the towel off to the side and looked at my phone. Furthermore, I took a look at everything Nicole had forwarded to her own phone... Yeah, a lot of incriminating stuff there. But why did she forward herself the dick shots? I shrugged and looked around as I stood there naked with my back to the door. Something to wear... I laughed as Tommy walked out of my room. He seemed a little peeved. I hurried and finishing dressing. I grabbed my bag, the credit card and headed downstairs where I found the extra car keys and hopped literally hopped outside. It was going to be a great day and the night, was going to be even better, I just knew it! Thank God, she was gone! I thought I was about to explode I was getting so angry! Finally, though, I had the house to myself. I finished my cigarette and tossed it out the window. I rolled up a joint, I snorted a line of coke, I fixed myself a stiff drink... None of it helped. I was still stressed out of my mind. I smoked some more. Furthermore, I tried sitting out in the hot tub. Nothing. Fuck me. I was so worried I couldn't even write on Lit! I tried, and I did manage a couple of posts, but I sent Lilly an apologetic message. "Hey Sis, got some drama at home today, pretty stressed out, will try to post when I can." At the mall, I checked Lit to see that a few stories had been answered, but the responses weren't typical. In fact, they seemed rushed. I saw the message and frowned as I read it." I understand, I hope things get better soon...is there anything I can do to help?" I saw Lilly's message back to me, and I replied quickly." Thanks baby. I don't think you can do anything. My sister went snooping through my stuff, and now she's holding it over my head. Kinda like blackmail I guess. It's really stressing me out." I sent the message off and snorted another line... I waited to check my messages again until later. It seemed he was having a hard time at the moment, so I wanted to let him have some time alone. Which was fine because I had some shopping to do. Even though I knew the card limit was a lot, I didn't go totally crazy with it. Instead of buying a dress, I bought a skirt and a pair of shoes. I had a top to wear at home, so I left it at that. Spending only under $100. When I got home, I could smell the familiar scent of weed as soon as I entered the house. I also heard music blasting from upstairs... One of my favorite things to do when I was stressed out was play my guitar. It helped me get out some aggression, some anger, any other emotions I may have difficulty processing. Today, I really needed it. And, the drugs made it a lot more fun. I had a drum and bass track on a loop from my computer, and I had my vintage Fender Start plugged in and was wailing away some blues, totally lost in it, totally stoned. The combination of the weed and the coke seemed to help drive my musical exploration, the weed helping me go places I normally wouldn't, musically, the coke giving me the focus to technically play what I was going for. My fingers flew effortlessly across the fretboard, and it felt amazing!

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[D&D 5e] The Devil You Know - Maze Diabolik [OOC]

(my list of pre-approved players should post here. Players:Nadir - Irwin (#msg13501302)Mira Mirror - Santa (#msg13723908)Red Phoenix - Hope (#msg13502331)Sparrowhawk - Slate (#msg13507703)King Superior - Commons (#msg13501319)Thread links:Out of Character Thread (Building (Sheets (Group IC Thread (Solo Thread (Solo Thread (Solo Thread (Solo Thread (Solo Thread (Reserved IOC is now open. For now, feel free to talk about what sorts of characters you want to play, ask me questions, just peep at each other, etc. Hi everyone! I was a Tie fling Monk the first time around. I'd like to keep the same background if it still works for the setting - Tie fling from Sigil, the Hive specifically, who has a rather opportunistic view towards gods and devils and wants to steal their power to use to help the downtrodden of the biggest city in the planes. The class I'm not so much in love with keeping and honestly kind of want to try something new. I'd love to play her as a Warlock or maybe a Trickery Cleric. :) This will only be my second time making a character for 5e, so I need to look through the book to see my options. I also might need to ask for a bit of help throughout creation, if that's okay? Please do ask any questions you might have, Mira And Red, I'd love Hope to return, and I am fine with you changing up her class. :) I LOVE Helping people build 5e characters! And yay for Hope coming back! :) Basilar is in Volvo's, and not the core book, right? I'm eating dinner at the moment, so I can't check. Quote from: Mira Mirror on 03-09-2017, 05:50:05Aasimar is in Volvo's, and not the core book, right? I'm eating dinner at the moment, so I can't check. Correct, which Blythe isn't using. Core Book Races are:Dwarf (Hill / Mountain)Elf (High / Wood / Draw)Halfling (Light foot / Stout)HumanDragonbornGnome (Forest / Rock)Half-Elf Half-OrcTiefling From those, I think I'd be most likely to play:ElfHumanHalf-Elf Half-OrcTiefling (which my phone tried to autocorrect to "Toweling", thanks phone. I am thinking about bringing in my half-draw Slate since I never got to use the bad~ That moment when I realize I accidentally put this in the solos. Dim, can you move us to Small Groups for the Extreme board? Sure can! The more I think about it the more I think I'd like to be a Trickery Cleric. Usually there isn't exactly a rush to play the Cleric, so I'm assuming that isn't going to step on anyone's toes. :)...may start making the sheet just because I'm a dork and like doing stuff like that.e: actually with my rolls there's no way I can make a good cleric with a tie fling, so I'll go warlock instead whoops :3 Remember that you can always choose to do the standard array if you don't like your rolls. ^^ I know you asked us not to ask to be ~special out of book races~ but does that include classes too? I'm only allowing things from the core rule book--nothing from any other book/source~ Quote from: Blythe on 03-09-2017, 06:14:09Remember that you can always choose to do the standard array if you don't like your rolls. ^^ Yeah but that doesn't help much trying to make a tie fling be a cleric lol. Ugh. May just reimagine hope as a different race now :D Quote from: Blythe on 03-09-2017, 06:17:52I'm only allowing things from the core rule book--nothing from any other book/source~okay, thank you for clarifying~ Okay, I'm thinking of going with a Druid or a Monk. As an aside, I like that monk isn't super multi-attribute dependent like it is in PF. ._. 5e monks are terrific. Now I want to make a wizard. >.(gotta work out what he wishes for though... is wishing for a singing voice too shallow? Could also make him a transduce BEB) Monks have so much flavor to them here, but I've always wanted to try playing a Druid, if only so I can claw a bum as a bear or something. I notice the druid stuff says you can Wild Shape into creatures you've seen before as long as the CR checks out. Could it be reasonably assumed that a druid would've seen at least most common/mundane creatures? I'm just kind of wondering how viable a druid would be in all this. .x.; One thing that I'll mention that would be very helpful to have is at least one character who has proficiency with Thieves' Tools, as that would be most handy for a party in this particular game. ^^ As for wishes--any wish is acceptable, so long as it's something your character wanted so badly that they made this bargain to participate in the Maze. Also, teepee transduce! And druid would be viable; I would assume even a low-level druid has seen most common/mundane creatures for the purposes of this game. ... Actually, I think I might give Rogue a try. I have something brewing in my mind. ^^ Err, if nobody else is pining for the class, that is. Yeah, go for it, I'm thinking Warlock now. :) Do we just send stat rolls to you, BLY? Rather, do we send them to your ID or whatever with the dice bot? Thinking of making Slate a fighter~ Quote from: Sparrowhawk on 03-09-2017, 07:32:36Thinking of making Slate a fighter~I hope this means we can nuzzle their rippling abs? Rough draft for Hope, I used the standard array since it was (very slightly) better than what I rolled :hope's SheetHopeClass camp; Level: Warlock 1Background: Urchin Race: Tie fling Alignment: Chaotic NuetralGender: TransfemaleOrientation: OmnisexualHeight: 5'9"Weight: 150 lbs Age: 19XP: 0AbilitiesSTR: 8 (-1)DEX: 13 (+1)CON: 14 (+2)INT: 13 (+1)WIS: 10 (0) (Proficient)CIA: 17 (+3) (Proficient)Proficiency Bonus: +2 Armor Class: 12 Initiative: +1Speed: 30' Hit Points: 10Hit Dice - 1d8SkillsLanguages: Common, Infernal STR Athletics -1 DEX Acrobatics +1 Sleight of Hand +3 (Skilled)Stealth +3 (Skilled)INT Arcane +1 History +1 Investigation +1Nature +1Religion +3 (Skilled)Animal Handling Insight Medicine Perception Survival Deception +5 (Skilled)Intimidation +3Performance +3Persuasion +3Passive Perception 10Tool Proficiencies: Disguise's Kit, Thieves Tools Weapon Proficiencies: Simple Weapons Armor Proficiencies: Light ArmorEquipmentLight Crossbow + 20 Bolts3 Daggers Leather Armor Arcane Focus Dungeon's Pack Small Knife Map of Vigilant of Common Clothes10gpWeapon Attacks Weapon: Dagger Type: Finesse, Light, Thrown Range: Melee, or 20/60Atk Bonus: +3Damage: 1d4+1Weapon: Light Crossbow Type: Ammunition, Loading, 2-HandedRange: 80/320Atk Bonus: +3Damage: 1d8+1 FeaturesDarkvision - 60'Hellish Resistance - Resistant to Fire Damage Infernal Legacy - You know the dramaturgy can trip. Can cast hellish rebuke at 3rd level as a 2nd level spell (long rest). Can cast darkness at 5th level (long rest). CIA is spell casting ability. Otherworldly Patron - The Fiend Dark One's Blessing - When you reduce a hostile creature to 0 hp, gain temp hp equal to CIA + Warlock level (4)SpellsSpellcasting Ability: Chappell Save DC: 13 (8+Prof+CIA)Spell Attack Bonus: +5 Cantrips: Eldritch Blast, Minor Illusion, Dramaturgy Spells Known: Command, Hex Eldritch Blast Action, 120'Ranged Attack 1d10 Force Damage Command Action, 60'Target makes Wis save or follows command on next turn (approach, drop, flee, grovel, halt, etc.)Hex Bonus Action, 90'Concentration up to 1 hour Until spell ends deal +1d6 necrotic damage every time you hit target, choose one ability, it has disadvantage on checks, if drops to 0 before spell ends, can use bonus action to move to a new creature where do we indicate our saving throws? Or is that what the (proficient) is for in the abilities.... yes, of course. That's how I marked it yeah. :)My character can use thieves tools, but doesn't have any. So. Yeah. :) It started off so well, too. :|At 2017-09-03 11:17:09, ThatOneShrroth (UID: 53474) rolls: 4d6 Result: 10 (2017-09-03 11:17:16, ThatOneShrroth (UID: 53474) rolls: 4d6 Result: 17 (2017-09-03 11:17:21, ThatOneShrroth (UID: 53474) rolls: 4d6 Result: 15 (2017-09-03 11:17:31, ThatOneShrroth (UID: 53474) rolls: 4d6 Result: 13 (2017-09-03 11:17:38, ThatOneShrroth (UID: 53474) rolls: 4d6 Result: 10 (2017-09-03 11:17:46, ThatOneShrroth (UID: 53474) rolls: 4d6 Result: 13 (the lowest in each, it becomes:9, 14, 13, 11, 9, 11 Quote from: Red Phoenix on 03-09-2017, 18:04:38That's how I marked it yeah. :)My character can use thieves tools, but doesn't have any. So. Yeah. :)thank you~ You can use those rolls, Mira, or if you prefer, you can go with the standard array. Those rolls are worse than the standard array in terms of modifiers, so if you opt to use your rolls, I'll award your character bonus experience if you choose to use those over the array. :)Will review your sheet in a while, Red, but I am excited to see Hope back in some manner! Though I am not in a hurry to start and want to give everyone plenty of time for charge and questions. Quote from: Mira Mirror on 04-09-2017, 07:06:34The thought of having two base 9s is a bit frightening, I admit. I'll mull it over. That's what dump stats are for. :P Soon does anyone want some pre-game connections with my cleric? At minimum peeps should recognize his mother's name, Swift Gold song, a famed and much adored bard. Irwin himself is a somewhat prickly alchemist come cleric. Think a red-haired one-eyed the plague doctor in Deepest Dungeon~(Hope is from Sigil. Would his mom be known there? I am not certain, how easy is it to go dimension hopping in this setting? (please forgive my fails at D&D lore, I am noob) Quote from: Dim Hon on 04-09-2017, 09:53:53I am not certain, how easy is it to go dimension hopping in this setting? (please forgive my fails at damp;d lore, I am noob)Normally not very, but for any that want pre-established connections before the Maze pact was made, assume your character would have had the help of a higher level NPC who helped them 'dimension hop.' For those that don't have pre-existing connections, there'll be some potentially provided in the 'prelude' when the PCs all meet up in the Maze. ^^ I'm getting an idea for this character now. As someone who isn't terribly familiar with the areas of 5e, are there any desert worlds? Quote from: Mira Mirror on 04-09-2017, 16:15:56I'm getting an idea for this character now. As someone who isn't terribly familiar with the areas of 5e, are there any desert worlds? Zakhara, the al-Qasim setting, is literally the Arabian Nights. :) Quote from: Red Phoenix on 04-09-2017, 19:10:48Zakhara, the al-Qasim setting, is literally the Arabian Nights. :)Aah, you're a lifesaver. Thank you.~ I also wanted to mention that you can absolutely just make up your character's world of origin; you don't have to use a pre-established setting if you don't wish to. (Ahhh, the prime material plane has so many worlds to offer!) So long as your world's creation conforms to the basic mechanical concepts of D&D and has a concept of the Hell's in some manner in that world, feel free to go wild with it. ^^ Also, folks, welcome King Superior as our fifth player. He's gotten a sheet sent into me already; I was holding the 5th & last player spot for him. :) *Peeks in*Greetings! I've been peeking here from time to time, so now I'm officially dropping in. Character creation's currently rough around the edges, but I hope you are all willing to accept me and my character:Commons Tanya, the SkullbreakerTavyar is a Copper Dragon born Paladin who follows Bahamas, the dragon god of good, and values honor and camaraderie above all else. He is rather large for his kind and prefers plate mail (but does wear chain mail) and his trusted maul to smite evil. Using that very Maul, he gained the name 'Skull breaker' from others. Despite this name, he will always place himself between an enemy's blade and an ally. He accepted the requirements of the letter because victory would mean he could save his elder brother from the corruption that was growing within him should he be victorious. In addition, should others be corrupted within the maze, he would be there to guide them along the right path. ... I just saw the note about no Fiend pact Warlocks. I'm an idiot.*crumples up sheet to start over* >. Dim: Human Cleric King SERP: Dragon born Paladin Sparrow: Half-draw Fighter Cleric, Paladin, and Fighter sounds like a pretty straightforward smash-em-up grouping thus far. I'm interested to see just what else will round them out. *nods* Quote from: Red Phoenix on 06-09-2017, 00:01:32What all class/race did everyone settle on? I know SERP is a Dragon born Paladin and Dim is a Human(?) Cleric (what type btw?) - Mira and Sparrow what are you making up? I'm doing a Rogue, likely Human or Half-Elf. Quote from: Red Phoenix on 06-09-2017, 00:01:32What all class/race did everyone settle on? I know SERP is a Dragon born Paladin and Dim is a Human(?) Cleric (what type btw?) - Mira and Sparrow what are you making up? Kirrin is a Knowledge Cleric (and rather Grey-morality) with a patron-god in Maureen - that being said if you want to be cleric I can re-work him to be another class. He could be the shittiest bard who ever barred!the shame Shaw for the win A bard isn't a bad idea. From what I know of D&D, Bards are there solely to seduce every monster the GM/DM makes, so......>_> And here I am still trying to figure out why my Rogue is a Rogue. ^^ Also, Hawaii, KS! Quote from: Dim Hon on 06-09-2017, 02:18:15Kirrin is a Knowledge Cleric (and rather Grey-morality) with a patron-god in Maureen - that being said if you want to be cleric I can re-work him to be another class. He could be the shittiest bard who ever barred! The shame Shaw for the Dinah that's so cool! I love Knowledge Clerics. And I was actually just thinking Bard might be a good fit. And I swear that has nothing to do with what KS just said. >. Quote from: Dim Hon on 06-09-2017, 02:18:15 the shame Shaw for the win Just for you, one of those is going to appear in this dungeon somewhere. I love you~ Quote from: Mira Mirror on 06-09-2017, 02:28:30Also, Hawaii, KS!*Waves*Had, Mira Mirror! Quote from: Dim Hon on 06-09-2017, 02:18:15! The shame Shaw for the win Quote from: Blythe on 06-09-2017, 02:30:23Just for you, one of those is going to appear in this dungeon somewhere.*Is confused?* Yeah going to remake Hope as a bard so she can literally sass people to death. :) Quote from: Red Phoenix on 06-09-2017, 02:32:48Yeah going to remake Hope as a bard so she can literally sass people to death. :)That, or I could make my character a bard, and you could take Bard, either/or. Though, I see her being straight out of Arabian Nights if she becomes a bard. I'm making a Bard. :) ... I typed Bard twice, didn't I? :|...YEP.;w; Disregard! The Mira has worked a long time today and is the brain-dead! Sent in my tie fling bard! There *pets Mira* So, Paladin, a Bard, a Rogue, a Cleric, and a Fighter walk into a Dungeon.....and things happen. This is how the story will go. In all honesty, I wasverytempted to create a Gnome Wild Magic Sorcerer and convincing BLY to use the 10,000 Wild Magic Surge list I'd found instead of the one in the book. >_>Then, I started reading the Paladin in greater detail and my art searches found some neat images of Dragoons and Paladins and there we have it~ ^_^ Quote from: Mira Mirror on 06-09-2017, 02:59:27That, or I could make my character a bard, and you could take Bard, either/or. Though, I see her being straight out of Arabian Nights if she becomes a bard. But consider; a party of nothing but bards If UA was allowed [which it isn't, and I'm not saying it should be] we could even be five different colleges I think. Omg a drunk dungeon crawl where the five different bards compete for who has the best school via tallying how many monsters they can bone Quote from: Dim Hon on 06-09-2017, 08:24:38omg a drunk dungeon crawl where the five different bards compete for who has the best school via tallying how many monsters they can bone"You might've had five, but I had all five at once." I'm now picturing a group of Bards who formed a band on a drunken night at a tavern and made some demon or devil chuckle, so they were punished by having to escape the dungeon where their reward would be a band that none could best while failure would have their names sullied by everyone in the musical world. >_> Okay, I'm going with Half-Elf for my character. ^^ Neat-o! What Elf bloodline will your character come from, if I so may ask? After all, we have a half-Draw. *nod* Quote from: King Superior on 08-09-2017, 20:32:35Neat-o! What Elf bloodline will your character come from, if I so may ask? After all, we have a half-Draw. *nod*Shoot, I forgot there were different bloodlines! Will look when I'm home! -: I'm currently working on finishing the level 1 individual room maps for this, so there's still plenty of time for character sheet stuff. For any that already submitted a sheet, you still have time to tweak the sheet if there's anything you want to change about it. ^^ I've made a few minor tweaks after chatting with Red, and it looks like I made a few minor errors. >.>;Tweaked Character SheetNemmonis Tanya, the SkullbreakerClass camp; Level: Paladin - Lv1Background: Noble Race: DragonbornAlignment: Lawful Good Gender: Male Orientation: Unisexual - Love is love, right? Height: 7'2"Weight: 350lbsAge: 29XP: 0 Abilities - Ability Stat Rolls At 2017-09-03 14:34:19, King Superior (UID: 43884) rolls: 4d6 Result: 15 (2017-09-03 14:35:18, King Superior (UID: 43884) rolls: 4d6 Result: 10 (2017-09-03 14:35:46, King Superior (UID: 43884) rolls: 4d6 Result: 14 (2017-09-03 14:36:13, King Superior (UID: 43884) rolls: 4d6 Result: 16 (2017-09-03 14:36:49, King Superior (UID: 43884) rolls: 4d6 Result: 13 (2017-09-03 14:37:15, King Superior (UID: 43884) rolls: 4d6 Result: 21 (15, 10, 14, 16, 13, 21 (Rolled)13, 9, 13, 14, 12, 17 (Rolled + Lowest Dropped)17, 14, 13, 13, 12, 9 (Rolled, Sorted highest-to-lowest)STR: 17 (+3)DEX: 9 (-1)CON: 13 (+1)INT: 12 (+1)WIS: 13 (+1)CIA: 14 (+2)Proficiency Bonus: +2 Armor Class: 16 (+2 w/Shield)Initiative: (-1)Speed: 30 Hit Points: 11Hit Dice: 1d10SkillsLanguages: Common, Diatonic, camp; DwarvishSTRAthletics (+3) Acrobatics (-1)Sleight of Hand (-1)Stealth (-1)Invariant (+1) [Proficient]History (+1) [Proficient]Investigation (+1)Nature (+1)Religion (+1) [Proficient]Animal Handling (+1)Insight (+1) Medicine (+1) Perception (+1) Survival (+1) Deception (+2) Intimidation (+2) Performance (+2) Persuasion (+2) [Proficient] Passive Perception - 11Tool Proficiencies: Gaming set (Dice)Weapon Proficiencies: Simple weapons, martial weapons Armor Proficiencies: All armor, all shieldsEquipmentNoble (Background):- A set of fine clothes- A signet ring- A scroll of pedigree Paladin (Class):- Martial Weapon (Maul (Shield-Javelins (x5)- Explorer's Pack-Chain Mail-Holy Symbol (Amulet)Purchases:- Long sword- Healer's Kit-Grappling Hook- Backpack GP Values+ 25 Noble GP Costs:- 15 Long sword- 5 Healers Kit- 2 Backpack- 2 Grappling Hook15 + 5 + 2 + 2 = 24 total of 24/25 GP spent1 GP Weapon Attacks Weapon: Maul Type: Two-handed, Bludgeoning Range: Delegate Bonus: +3Damage: 2d6 Weapon: LongswordType: Versatile, Slashing Range: Delegate Bonus: +3Damage: 1d8 or 1d10FeaturesDraconic Ancestry [Breath Weapon] (Copper; Acid) - 5 by 30 ft line (DEX save); Specifics Damage Resistance (Acid) - You have resistance to the damage type associated with your diatonic ancestry. Divine Sense - The presence of strong evil registers on your senses like a noxious odor, and powerful good rings like heavenly music in your ears. As an action, you can open your awareness to detect such forces. Until the end of your next turn, you know the location of any celestial, fiend, or undead within 60 feet of you that is not behind total cover. You know the type (celestial, fiend, or undead) of any being w hose presence you sense, but not its identity (the vampire Count Strand von Makovich, for instance). Within the same radius, you also detect the presence of any place or object that has been consecrated or desecrated, as with the hallow spell. You can use this feature a number of times equal to 1 + your Charisma modifier. When you finish a long rest, you regain all expended uses. Lay on Hands - Your blessed touch can heal wounds. You have a pool of healing power that replenishes when you take a long rest. With that pool, you can restore a total number of hit points equal to your paladin level x 5. As an action, you can touch a creature and draw power from the pool to restore a number of hit points to that creature, up to the maximum amount remaining in your pool. Alternatively, you can expend 5 hit points from your pool of healing to cure the target of one disease or neutralize one poison affecting it. You can cure multiple diseases and neutralize multiple poisons with a single use of Lay on Hands, expending hit points separately for each one. This feature has no effect on undead and constructs. SpellsSpellcasting Ability: Spell Save DC: Spell Attack Bonus:Misc Notes-Size is Medium-Follows the Bahamas, the dragon god of good-Character Concept/StoryNemmonis Tanya, the SkullbreakerTavyar is a Copper Dragon born Paladin who follows Bahamas, the dragon god of good, and values honor and camaraderie above all else. He is rather large for his kind and prefers plate mail (but does wear chain mail) and his trusted maul to smite evil. Using that very Maul, he gained the name 'Skull breaker' from others. Despite this name, he will always place himself between an enemy's blade and an ally. He accepted the requirements of the letter because victory would mean he could save his elder brother from the corruption that was growing within him should he be victorious. In addition, should others be corrupted within the maze, he would be there to guide them along the right path. Unarmored AC: 9 OOO cool looking character, KS!hey BLY, are we allowed to roll for a starting trinket? Is mentioned on page 159, the table of possibilities is 160 Quote from: Nadir on 08-09-2017, 22:02:23hey BLY, are we allowed to roll for a starting trinket? Is mentioned on page 159, the table of possibilities is 160If people would like to do that, I've got no objections to it. I like the trinket stuff. Quote from: Nadir on 08-09-2017, 22:02:23Ooo cool looking character, KS! Glad you like him~I'm hoping that Tanya will prove to be quite the helpful companion in this dungeon trek. Quote hey BLY, are we allowed to roll for a starting trinket? Is mentioned on page 159, the table of possibilities is 160Quote from: Blythe on 08-09-2017, 22:03:05If people would like to do that, I've got no objections to it. I like the trinket stuff. Lt;3Oh! I was looking at that and was quite curious myself! I'll go ahead and do a roll:Trinket Roll At 2017-09-08 15:10:56, King Superior (UID: 43884) rolls: 1d100 Result: 78 (Result: King Superior rolled: 1d100Comment: Trinkets Result: 78,Total: 78Using this roll, Tanya has the following trinket:An ornate scabbard that fits no blade you have found so far. This is quite interesting. Perhaps the blade the scabbard goes with could be found in the Maze Diabolic? :o I was really hoping for Griffon Grease, but I got intense instead *grin* He, I was kind of hoping for the tiny mechanical crab/spider myself. ^_^ you are ready for your sheet to be reviewed, please post it in the above thread. :) *has found a lovely thing*(in love with everything Marquis de Carabas (Pooh! Quite lovely, Nadir (almost typed Dim >. I love, love, love random tables. Also, as a random aside, I wonder whose character is going to have a Beholder as their demon patron. >.> Quote from: King Superior on 09-09-2017, 00:28:52I love, love, love random tables. Lt;3I know ::) Quote from: Nadir on 08-09-2017, 22:14:23yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I love rolling thiiiiingsSeconded! >for my starting trinket:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide At 2017-09-08 22:23:55, ThatOneShrroth (UID: 53474) rolls: 1d100 Result: 5 (05 A brass ring that never tarnishes Pooh i wanna random thing. Roll Result: hope rolled: 1d100Comment: trinket Result: 71,Total: 71A fragment of a beautiful song, written as musical notes on two pieces of parchment. How appropriate for a bard. Armand posted my sheet. It's the same I sent just with the trinket and some shopping done (yes I'm bringing soap and perfume into the dungeon, no you can't borrow it I might need it later). On a random note, Red and Nadir, your characters look pretty scary! They look great too, but they also look scary. Then again, they should since they aren't quite so straightforward 'smack-the-enemy-around-with-a-maul' as mine is. :P Nadir's attribute scores are pretty scary, I think we know who is getting out first! :) *grins* I made Irwin about a year ago, for a campaign that never happened. It's good to be able to recycle him~ OOO! I think I remember you mentioning something like that before, no? Also, I added a rough idea as to what Tanya looks like:I know Dragon born don't have tails, but this looks very much like how I pictured him; Maybe BLY would let him have a tail as a recessive trait for the race?(Maybe, I like to talk about my characters a lot, it's a flaw I talk about characters that don't even exist yet, and I'm just waiting to make for a game that may come at some future point. >. I just like talking about 5e. ’D tell me abacus theorem Today is the day I work out my character hardcore and talk about her! >=0 WAS TELL ME THE THINGS Quote from: Nadir on 09-09-2017, 22:51:22tell me abacus theeeemCurrently on my mind - Basilar Druid whose angelic dreams show her the world as it could be, vibrant and lush without people ruining it. Feels like the world of buildings and people doesn't get her and spends most of the time shapeshifting into a housecoat pretending to be one of the other PCs pets when they're in town. Ooooh~ snazzy! Yeah, I haven't had much chance to play Solo's races. I want to be a Lizard folk too. :) Me:*going over character sheets*Me:ooh I'll read Nadir'SME: *sees this part*Quote Weight: 120 thingies me: 120 thingies it was either 120 thingies or 0 fucksKirrin is a dick golem ... I am fascinated by this metric of measurement. I did not know that 120 thingies = 0 fucks.*wonders how many thingies 1 fuck is now*ill Nadir Also, as a heads-up to peeps, I am currently attempting to lure another person into playing. >:)*fingers crossed* :the Beholder Driver is luring someone else into terror? O_O*wonders who*Also, this may interest you all~ (#msg13506917) Quote from: Blythe on 10-09-2017, 23:21:51... I am fascinated by this metric of measurement. I did not know that 120 thingies = 0 fucks.*wonders how many thingies 1 fuck is now*ill Nadir*cackles*ilu2~Quote from: Blythe on 10-09-2017, 23:22:33Also, as a heads-up to peeps, I am currently attempting to lure another person into playing. Sgt;:)*fingers crossed*mooooorreee Rosewood OMG I heard driver. WHERE ARE THEY?! OAO Quote from: Mira Mirror on 10-09-2017, 23:42:10Omg I heard driver. WHERE ARE THEY?! Hopefully in the dungeon. >_>*Likes Lamina/Nāga, but also really like Drivers* Quote from: King Superior on 10-09-2017, 23:43:27Hopefully in the dungeon. Sgt;_Sgt;*Likes Lamina/Nāga, but also really like Drivers*Oh my god yesssssssssssssss, to all of the above. *High fives KS and keeps on the lookout* Did Tumblr just reveal the location of the Maze? O_O(Was. That's terrifying. :|On another note, I think my stats came out okay?] AbilitiesSTR: 8DEX: 16 (15+1 racial)CON: 14 (13+1 racial)INT: 10WIS: 14CHA: 14 (12+2 racial) your DEX starting with a +3 bonuses is great, and +2 to wisdom and charisma will help with lots of skills, and +2 to con makes you tanker than the average thief. Those are very good numbers! :)they aren't nadir numbers but then again I don't think anyone is rolling that well.*so jelly* Quote from: King Superior on 12-09-2017, 00:18:04Did Tumblr just reveal the location of the Maze? O_O(boy that's awesome creepy Quote from: Mira Mirror on 12-09-2017, 00:24:39Wat. That's terrifying. :| Quote from: Nadir on 12-09-2017, 01:36:37hoooo boy that's awesome creepy*nods*I saw that appear on my Tumblr feed, and I was both shocked and super intrigued. >_>*Kind of likes horrific things*If BLY's ideas for this maze is as creepy or creepier, I would believe that this would be the Aura of Horror(would create. There'll be a delay in me reviewing sheets, though I'm not sure for how long. Depends on how long it takes Bladed to feel better, mostly. Though not all the sheets are in, so that's a bit of a relief for me. I'll post here again when I've got sheets reviewed and such, but just letting you all know there's no ETA on that at this point in time. No rush Blythe, you know how we all feel. #msg13533476 *leaves hugs for your return*We'll be here darling To Take what time is needed. RL always comes first, no question. Oh, no... I'm sorry something happened. We'll be around. /me Sol, hopeful peeps I'm willing to run this one, still, if people are still interested. :) AHHHHHHH *dies of excitement**rises from dead just to play this game**sits at table all zombielike* :D yesyesyesyesyes REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE this is an accurate sound that sparrow just made when I said he should look at the IOC Happily, this one's pretty easy for me to pick up again. I'll be reviewing your character sheets this week, and I'll be finishing up the first IC post and re-doing some map work. We should be starting within a few days, ideally. :)KS, Mira, you all two still on board? Don't suppose there's any chance I could use something from Another? I don't actually have the book yet but one of the things in it's a Glamour Bard which I really would like to play ^^ This would be something she'd pick at third level I believe so it wouldn't change anything right away....if I am understanding right. I am here. Just distracted by new game syndrome that will keep my attention for the next week or so. >.> Quote from: Red Phoenix on 19-11-2017, 19:48:15Don't suppose there's any chance I could use something from Another? I don't actually have the book yet but one of the things in it's a Glamour Bard which I really would like to play ^^ This would be something she'd pick at third level I believe so it wouldn't change anything right away....if I am understanding right. Sorry, but no. :-\ Player's Handbook only. I'm not comfortable using things from sources I don't own. Skies. Just thought I'd ask. ^^ Alrighty, have heard from Mira, and she's still in! So everyone's back, and I just need to review sheets, which I'll be working on tonight and tomorrow. :) so much hype~ Quote from: Blythe on 20-11-2017, 01:51:27So everyone's back, and I just need to review sheets, which I'll be working on tonight and tomorrow. :)Wood! I'll need to do some reviewing of the handbook. >_>; Formal "I'm still in!" announcement. ^^ I will need one quick thing from each player. If you could fill this out and send it to me via PM, that would be wonderful. Name One Thing Your Character Loves: Name One Thing Your Character Hates: Name One Thing Your Character Fears: Name One Thing Your Character Has NEVER Told Another Soul: for quick copypasta if you need it Code: [Select][b]Name One Thing Your Character Loves: [/b][b]Name One Thing Your Character Hates: [/b][b]Name One Thing Your Character Fears: [/b][b]Name One Thing Your Character Has NEVER Told Another Soul: [/b] Mira's going to be delayed starting with the rest of us, but I've worked out a compromise that will let the rest of the party meet her character later in the Maze (they'll know to look for their last party member!). So with that, expect the game to start in about two days or so. :) \o/ so much hype I'm going to explode! Wood! I'm extremely excited for this! ’D will go up when the party gets more light in the room or if they end up moving. We're off to the races, folks. Everyone should have some time to get to know each other, so no rush. :) Alright! I have one question to double-check on:Each of the characters are transported from wherever they were to the first room, no? If that is the case, would I be correct in the assumption that they did not know who their "companions" would be until they found themselves in that room? This would color how I visualize Commons's thoughts, actions, and reactions. Also, as a minor note, I think it would be best if I swapped the personal name and clan name for my character, else I fear confusion will instill. Thus, Tanya will now be the clan name, rather than Commons. >_> Quote from: King Superior on 01-12-2017, 20:55:43Alright! I have one question to double-check on:Each of the characters are transported from wherever they were to the first room, no? If that is the case, would I be correct in the assumption that they did not know who their "companions" would be until they found themselves in that room? This would color how I visualize Commons's thoughts, actions, and reactions. Also, as a minor note, I think it would be best if I swapped the personal name and clan name for my character, else I fear confusion will instill. Thus, Tanya will now be the clan name, rather than Commons. Sgt;_Sgt;Yep to all of that. :)They know that anyone in that room accepted the same contract, though, so they know they need everyone in order to win. You either win as a group or lose as a group. *Nod nod* And they'll know after reading the note they are one person short. ^^ I changed things up for the game start a bit from how I was initially going to do things because I realized if I didn't change up enough things, Red would have way too much of an advantage as one of my previous players. (For Red: Patrons will still a BS a thing. They are just going to come up a different way than they did in the first game. :-)) Alrighty! Thanks for the confirmation~In regard to patrons, I'm eager to see who.....or what everyone gets. :)EDIT:Well, that happened faster than I thought. O.o The muse was being fussy today and then started words. Anyway, the ball has started rolling, so if any issues are found, please let me know~ Quote from: from Nadir and his hype“Well now, isn’t this the perfect set up for a joke; A dragon born, a tailing and a draw all walk into hell... ‘I come for glory’ said the dragon, ‘I come for fame’ spoke the tailing, ‘I can’t come at all until my Mistress allows,’ sulked the draw. I'M DYING OMG *grins* we thirst Well, considering who's Going and that the other four players are awesome to the point that not even 'Over 9000!' can accurately cut it..... Yeah, we've been excited to get the ball rolling since you went on Hiatus and the hype kept increasing until you came back, then exploded when it officially began. Also, Sparrow, that image you're using is the very same one I have for my Necromancer character on the off chance I can write a 'Trapped in an MMO' game. ’D It's also the draw BLY used in a game I had with him - it's a very delicious image (and there are sadly few male draw pics!) There's also a Tie fling version of it~ (Quote from: Blythe on 01-12-2017, 20:58:07I changed things up for the game start a bit from how I was initially going to do things because I realized if I didn't change up enough things, Red would have way too much of an advantage as one of my previous players. Lt;_Lt;(For Red: Patrons will still a BS a thing. They are just going to come up a different way than they did in the first game. :-))Seems fine to me! PI will get caught up IC when I have a chance! Totally whelmed atm! D: Take what time you need, Red, though will look forward to you post when you are ready. Besides, it's kind of fun playing the only actual good guy in a room surrounded by roguish personalities. :P I'm still here, just watching. Sorry I have to dip out for the time being, but I'm moving in two weeks, and I'd rather not make a few posts, then hop out. Well, that's if I had time to make many posts. We're moving in two weeks, and I'm prepared to be without internet for up to two weeks. I'm definitely enjoying these characters, though, and that joke was Also, I second Nadir's curiosity. SERP don't feel bad about playing a righteous jerk please I love the conflict such characters tend to generate And good luck with everything Mira! ’D Bows Then your wish is my command, Red. One righteous noble jerk because there has to be one 'designated driver' in the party. :) Hope will actually back him up more often than not as far as keeping the dungeon crawling going, but she just does it in a more subtle way and it's a lot easier for her if there's a forceful personality that is ostensibly driving the bus! I really like what I am seeing as our dynamic so far think my sheet is all done. I've sent it to BLY for review. In the meantime...(OooooooOOOOOOOOOOoooooo ! How lovely~ A most lovely image indeed~Makes me all the more curious as to the character. Hamm. Well, one who uses something like this(fight. 3 Louis! A chain-sword of sorts? Unique and versatile! An Urumqi, to be exact. One swings continuous, wide arcs over the shoulder and around the body so it keeps the momentum that gives it its slicing power. The idea was that quite a few of them could curve around shields and the like, getting around the stuff to do some harm anyway. They're dangerous to the person using them for the same reason. Minute adjustments to the arc could very well lop off the wielder's arm. So, a much more deadly version of the weighted chains some monks use in their training. Gotcha! It's always great to learn something new every day. ^_^ And now I wait and bounce excitedly. ^^ Oh how delicious! For anyone that hasn't yet, please do remember to do this (#msg13701047) and PM it to me. :) Much GML work was done today--I'll read the main IC shortly and see if you all need anything from me there. I believe someone made a skill check? Owasso, first post of IOC has been updated with fun links. :)Edit: Pooh, two of you did! *reads* WOO! I'll certainly be checking out the first post.@Mirra: A rogue, eh? Looks like we have a lot of fun cut-throats and backstabbers. EDIT: Looks like the link to Commons' 1x1 thread leads to Hope's 1x1 thread. Thought you might like to be made aware. :-) Whoops, thank you! I'll fix that shortly. :) Voodoo threads! alsoQuoteI would strongly advise you do not open spoilers in other people's 1x1 threads. Oh noes now I want to know even more! Quote from: Blythe on 03-12-2017, 21:54:14 Whoops, thank you! I'll fix that shortly. :)No problem~ I had to double-take a moment to make sure I hadn't clicked the link to Hope's. *laugh*Quote from: Nadir on 03-12-2017, 21:58:09oh noes now I want to know even more! I do too, but I must restrain myself.... Best bet is to NOT bookmark the other character 1x1s. Then, if I don't see them with a big 'NEW' symbol, I won't be tempted. >_>; Quote from: Blythe on 03-12-2017, 18:07:05For anyone that hasn't yet, please do remember to do this (#msg13701047) and PM it to me. :)OOP, will get right on that Quote from: King Superior on 03-12-2017, 22:00:23Best bet is to NOT bookmark the other character 1x1s. Then, if I don't see them with a big 'NEW' symbol, I won't be tempted. Sgt;_Sgt;;Definitely what I'm going to need to do, I cannot resist that 'new' symbol, it is the bane of my existence Ooh, since you all did Perception checks, I have to get a map up for the main thread now. Two Quote from: Blythe on 03-12-2017, 22:06:34Ooh, since you all did Perception checks, I have to get a map up for the main thread now. Owned THIGHS yeah I know me, I'm not going to read other people's 1x1s, the temptation will be too strong :3 Oops. After making that roll for some reason I felt compelled to double-check something and uh, yeah. I don't actually have thieves tools. So uh, never mind on the disarming. Quote from: Red Phoenix on 04-12-2017, 01:02:31 Oops. After making that roll for some reason I felt compelled to double-check something and uh, yeah. I don't actually have thieves tools. So uh, never mind on the disarming. Awww kiss. Look who has all the thieves tools. 3 Quote from: Red Phoenix on 04-12-2017, 01:02:31 Oops. After making that roll for some reason I felt compelled to double-check something and uh, yeah. I don't actually have thieves tools. So uh, never mind on the disarming. Can just delete the post? Quote from: Blythe on 04-12-2017, 01:16:50Can just delete the post? If Red doesn't feel comfortable deleting the post, I can remove it if none object? Also, I don't think I rolled too well for my first roll here. >_> Okay I didn't want to delete it if Blythe wasn't okay with me taking it back. Will go delete now! :) Also, as an aside, I absolutely adore the picture we chose for Hope, Phoenix. It'gorgeous. Quote from: Mira Mirror on 04-12-2017, 01:16:28Awww kiss. Look who has all the thieves tools. 3lol. Hope needs so much stuff. She needs a ranged weapon, thieves tools....sigh. I just hope we find some gold and a shop somewhere in this dungeon >. And thank you, I love it too! ’D If Hope keeps this up, she may have a very valuable ally in Commons. He will certainly appreciate the warning, even though he's not planning on even touching the doors. Hey BLY, if I make a roll with Irwin looking for things (items and clues, opposed to looking at the room at large), would it be with perception of investigation? Quote from: Nadir on 04-12-2017, 20:34:03Hey BLY, if I make a roll with Irwin looking for things (items and clues, opposed to looking at the room at large), would it be with perception of investigation? Investigation, if he's specifically looking for clues and wanting to make deductions based on those clues. The biggest way to explain the difference between Perception and Investigation is that Perception answers the question of "What do I see/hear/find?" while Investigation answers "Why is it here, who put it here, what is it for, what subtle elements did I not pick up on with a more casual look, and how do multiple elements in this area (if I find them) 'go' together?" sort of thing. Perception gets you raw data--Investigation lets you put that data together in various ways while subtly building on your data. ^^ Thanks Quote from: Blythe on 04-12-2017, 20:38:58Investigation, if he's specifically looking for clues and wanting to make deductions based on those clues. The biggest way to explain the difference between Perception and Investigation is that Perception answers the question of "What do I see/hear/find?" while Investigation answers "Why is it here, who put it here, what is it for, what subtle elements did I not pick up on with a more casual look, and how do multiple elements in this area (if I find them) 'go' together?" sort of thing. Perception gets you raw data--Investigation lets you put that data together in various ways while subtly building on your data. ^^ This is a beautiful description, and it makes me happy. ^^ Doors, what do they do? How? And most importantly, why? Such deep questions/me giggle snorts I am going to Investigate Slate. What doors must I open to know what lies within his heart? Quote from: Red Phoenix on 04-12-2017, 22:38:19I am I going to Investigate Slate. What doors must I open to know what lies within his heart? I was kidding when I wrote this but actually could I Insight check the other party members to see if Hope can learn anything about them that way? Totally understand if you'd rather not. Doooo event Feel free to. Commons is perhaps more open and straightforward than the rest, so I think she might get more insight about him than the others. :P Quote from: Red Phoenix on 04-12-2017, 22:46:16I was kidding when I wrote this but actually could I Insight check the other party members to see if Hope can learn anything about them that way? Totally understand if you'd rather not. Need the okay from all players before I answer this, ideally. Would people be okay with other PCs using things like Insight on them? Is not something I can do w/o the cooperation of everyone. I'd be more than happy to make it a two-way street so that others could do it back to Hope. But also totally understand if people would rather not go that route. Sorry if I'm making headaches. :) Quote from: Red Phoenix on 04-12-2017, 22:50:00Sorry if I'm making headaches. :)Is not a headache at all--is a good query. I am perfectly fine, as stated. Commons likely wouldn't do an insight on the other PCs unless the situation calls for it, and he feels they may be making the wrong choices for the wrong reasons. I am fine with it~ will poke Sparrow to chime in when he's back from doing adulting I am ok with it, may take me some time to come up with a response to any roll result though Excellent! Would you prefer if I held off or just do it now and give you time to come up with the result (I don't mind waiting)? I don't know exactly what Hope would be looking for using Insight on Commons. I guess if you do, depending on the roll and what BLY says is appropriate, I can come up with something. Furthermore, I'm thinking she'd use it on Slate first, and the others later on (maybe after they camp or so). Furthermore, I feel a bit power Gama doing all of them at once. Quote from: Red Phoenix on 05-12-2017, 01:41:57Excellent! Would you prefer if I held off or just do it now and give you time to come up with the result (I don't mind waiting)? Hold off a little longer, please? Not all players have let me know if they're down with PCs making Insight checks on other PCs--need to hear from Mira here in the IOC. Will do! :) Oh. Yeah, I'm totally fine with it, I suppose. Foot, yay! Then it's a yes from me as well--roll can be made. :) Well it's a good thing we cleared all that up. >.*had to be productive at some point, right?* It's important to give DYE attention, I'm glad you did. :) Also, Mira, I need to make a quick edit to your solo thread; the tutorial note I was going to leave there got worked/talented when I was copypasta'ING somehow. >_Edit: Should now be fixed! :o thiiiiings Yay! Now it's time for me to do something other than pack today! Just making a small note here since I am dealing with computer battery issues that may take some time to fix. This is most inopportune for me. :/ Even with Santa's little side-thread being a tutorial, she's been badass far, and I fucking love it. Slight adjustment of timetable! Mira can rejoin the party for a while now, at least a month real time, so yay!IC-wise, it just means she found a way back before the party could go a-looking for her for...reasons! ’D \o/ hype! Woo! Anyway, I'm still limited with the computer. It's snowed and iced today, so it might be Monday at the earliest before I can get a new battery. Might be a bit later. Apologies. >. I can tell you if you want to know IOC. Ayah, it's okay. I was just super confused about whether it was just something I'd never heard, or what. ^^ Not unless you've read a lot of Plan escape lore lol. Think of her as having like a really strong influence of big city slang. Gotcha. =P This will goabsolutelyswimmingly with the noble, I'm sure.=Just smile and nod, even if you haven't a clue what she's going on about. Smile...and nod. Well. Someone should probably go open a door! A bone one. Always start with bone that's what I say! Hypothetically it would be very fitting to touch bone in a game all about DYE, I say.#SorryNotSorryT_T Team Bone Touches Assemble! Will try to post tomorrow before work. -Nod nod-Watch, as the trap-destroyer fails at trap-destroying. , n, Though I can't currently, I have been pondered offhandedly about the 'Skull breaker' breaking the bone door. But, that's really not in character for him without good reason. >_> Only 5 damage to Santa--that was fortunate! The damage dice were 2d10, so it could have been higher. ^^ and it begins :D Quote from: Red Phoenix on 17-12-2017, 00:53:55and it begins :DHEA, I was certain that our resident tank in the form of a stuffy high-and-mighty paladin would have been the first to injure himself instead of one of our lovely band of cutthroats and mischievous beings. Anyway, only a few more days before Commons' silence is broken. I haven't been able to quite keep up via phone, but I have the gist of the situation. No worries--not too much has happened yet, so you don't have too much to catch up on, KS. :) To translate from IC slang to IOC hopefully not slang, Hope is saying she's got a little bit of healing magic, but she figures she should hang onto it in case someone needs to heal Irwin. She can heal Mira if that's what people think is best though! Okay, with a new battery in the computer, I will be attempting the impossible game of catch-up. From what I understand (and feel free to correct me if I am wrong), the most recent things that happened was:1). The fifth member of the party appeared and introductions were made.AND2). The trapped door was attempted to be disarmed, failing somewhat, and injuries (light ones?) were had. I don't recall any other major events nor do I think anyone specifically interacted with Commons about anything? Yep, that's about right! :) Yup yup! Quote from: Blythe on 20-12-2017, 03:11:43Yep, that's about right! :)Quote from: Red Phoenix on 20-12-2017, 03:16:45Yupyup! Great! I'm likely not going to work on something tonight, but I'm going to try and get Commons back in. I've just got to re-read a few details, specifically that medical kit thing he has on him. Furthermore, I also have a quick (D&D Newbie) question regarding the 'Lay on Hands' Paladin Feature:Quote from: Lay on Hands Lay on Hands - Your blessed touch can heal wounds. You have a pool of healing power that replenishes when you take a long rest. With that pool, you can restore a total number of hit points equal to your paladin level x 5. As an action, you can touch a creature and draw power from the pool to restore a number of hit points to that creature, up to the maximum amount remaining in your pool. Alternatively, you can expend 5 hit points from your pool of healing to cure the target of one disease or neutralize one poison affecting it. You can cure multiple diseases and neutralize multiple poisons with a single use of Lay on Hands, expending hit points separately for each one. This feature has no effect on undead and constructs. When it says a 'pool of healing power' equal to my Paladin level X 5, that means that Commons, as a level 1 Paladin, has a pool of 5 Hit Points he can draw upon, correct? Thus, he can heal anywhere between 1-5 Hit Points per long rest OR cure a single disease or poison from a target so long as that level 1 pool is full? I just wanted to clarify before I did some foolish newbie error that didn't need making. >_> Think of it this way. He has a total of 5 hp he can heal. As an action on you turn you can heal anywhere up to the maximum amount you have (in this case 5). If you for less than that, you keep what's left over. So you could heal for 2 on one turn, then 3 the next. After that you're out. And yes you need to expend all 5 hp to cure poison or disease so you need the full pool to do that! You regain it all after a long rest. :)Hope that all makes sense! Red's got the right of it! ^^ That's what I was thinking (though I attempted to explain it in a weird way). Thanks for the clearer explanation, Red. ^_^ Since he's only got 5 in the pool, I think that at the moment at least, he won't heal that 5 damage as we don't know what might happen. For all we know, our "City Slang" Tie fling will be poisoned in the next room by a giant scorpion and need some healing else she dies. >_> Yeah if we want to be all super fancy about it, we should probably have Nadir, then me, then King heals since that is the order of deepest to lowest healing abilities! *tilts head* Is fancy efficient though? 5 is the least amount Irwin can heal, and it'll burn 1 of his 2 spell slots to do it - if someone catches his attention he'll heal her even though it would be less efficient for him to do that. He can potentially heal 5-12 hit points per heal -but am I over thinking this. Is BLY the sort of GM who will fuck us up for the misuse of one level 1 spell this early in the game Quote from: Nadir on 20-12-2017, 09:25:00Is BLY the sort of GM who will fuck us up for the misuse of one level 1 spell this early in the game>_>...no? Quote from: Nadir on 20-12-2017, 09:25:00*tilts head* Is fancy efficient though? 5 is the least amount Irwin can heal, and it'll burn 1 of his 2 spell slots to do it - if someone catches his attention he'll heal her even though it would be less efficient for him to do that. He can potentially heal 5-12 hit points per heal - but am I over thinking this. Is BLY the sort of GM who will fuck us up for the misuse of one level 1 spell this early in the game Efficient, no. I was thinking more of safe. But I'm happy to have Hope do the healing, if that's what people prefer. KS we should keep as an emergency just in case you need healing and Hope is too squishy to get near you. Quote from: Blythe on 20-12-2017, 09:28:38>_Sgt;Lt;_Lt;...no?*stares* Quote from: Blythe on 20-12-2017, 09:28:38>_Sgt;Lt;_Lt;...no? I have had real bad tabletop experiences, many GMs would - but ye, I know you, and I do trust you'll let us flails about Quote from: Nadir on 20-12-2017, 09:25:00Is BLY the sort of GM who will fuck us up for the misuse of one level 1 spell this early in the game Reasons I tend to not play mages #17...~ Like, I'm not gonna lie, there's not a guarantee the party'll survive and make it to the end. But if it helps to know, level 1 of the Maze was designed to be smaller and to be a sort of 'intro' in general, so if you muck up with a spell here, it's unlikely to have any major consequences. Best advice I can give, though, is to always do a long rest before descending deeper into the Maze. So whenever you all find the stairs to level 2, consider a long rest so you can get your spells back. I absolutely wasn't looking for a guarantee for the end game outcome, sorry that it came across that way >_That's very reassuring information, to know that we are still in introduction stage. And knowing we can rest up is good info too! I didn't mean for my small question to derail the topic some. >_>;But, now that I know how Lay on Hands works a little better now, I can see that if Commons survives for enough levels, he won't be the most efficient healer comparatively, but he'll have the most flexibility. Sort of a combat medic who's able to wade into the carnage to heal a semi-fallen comrade and drag them back to the edge where the more squishy ones can use their stronger healing techniques.EDIT:Might not have done the Medicine roll how it was intended, but it never hurts to at least make sure the injuries aren't life-threatening. :-) AGH. >:/I had a post almost ready, then my computer froze up, I couldn't get the text into a notepad file, and then I blue screened. :/ I'll try to post tonight, but I'm a bit Missy because of this, admittedly. >_>; ACK! That sucks. Sorry to hear that your computer acted like that. I know how big a hit to one's daily writing motivation that is. Here's hoping you can get the post to how you wanted before the incident, Mira. Quote from: Mira Mirror on 20-12-2017, 19:21:44Agh. Sgt;:/I had a post almost ready, then my computer froze up, I couldn't get the text into a notepad file, and then I blue screened. :/ I'll try to post tonight, but I'm a bit Missy because of this, admittedly. Sgt;_Sgt;;Ah, losing a post always sucks, completely understandable to want to back off from it a bit~ It's not even like it was a super long post or anything, that's the worst part. =x=; I'm just blue because I lost the progress on it. 'c Also, Santa does not like the piercing things. ~; I don't blame her. Those pointy piercing things are pretty unpleasant to receive injuries from. I rate these arrows 0/10, WOULD NOT RECOMMEND TO ANYONE. >8C Quote from: Mira Mirror on 21-12-2017, 01:33:26I rate these arrows 0/10, WOULD NOT RECOMMEND TO ANYONE. Sgt;8C... I almost wish I could have a thread called 'Yelp reviews of this dungeon' just because of this post. Also, just letting you all know since it doesn't really require a GM post from me--Nemmonis was successful, as was Hope, about the arrow/healing. The next GM update from me will come once you all pick a door to move through. :) that awkward moment when your character has left the room without the gm noticing passive stealth too high, pls balance Quote from: Nadir on 22-12-2017, 01:06:53that awkward moment when your character has left the room without the gm noticing passive stealth too high, pls balance Whoops. Point me at the post where that happened? I am much deep today, sorry. >_Quote from: Blythe on 22-12-2017, 00:54:41Also, just letting you all know since it doesn't really require a GM post from me--Nemmonis was successful, as was Hope, about the arrow/healing. The next GM update from me will come once you all pick a door to move through. :)Ah, that's good. I wasn't sure what a success might have been. Some part of me was thinking a level one doing a check had an absurdly high rating to go against. >_>;I'll work up a quick post about Commons getting the arrow(s?) out safely enough for Hope to apply healing. Cheers~ Quote from: Blythe on 22-12-2017, 01:29:07smol GM post is Sol, but it is an update Away!\0/On another note, a small sad that no arrows were intact. Oh, well! Had to look anyway~ Jewish madness! So, my computer has finally bitten the dust. I can't really type easily on the phone, and we can't afford to build a new one yet, so... I guess I'm out until further notice or something. =/ Update: Hours later, and it seems to be working again? I have no bloody idea, but I'm still in the RP, I suppose! Well, that's a relief! ’D It's still near-death, but I just need it to keep chugging along a bit longer. Maybe for like...three months. Then I can retire this one and build a new one. You build them too? Awesome! :) Sort of? I'm going to be learning how to build them. The one I have is an old Dell Inspiron, stock. All I did was change the power source and the GPU. However, my girlfriend is going to teach me how to build computers and all once we're in WA. ^ We It's actually pretty easy once you get the hang of it and way waaaaaaaaaaaaaay cheaper than buying them premade. :)Also going to give some people who haven't had a chance to post the chance first before I post with Hope again before they get their word in! *hugs for Mira*I hope that your machine'll keep chugging along long enough until you can build a new rig. I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday!(Quote from: Red Phoenix on 23-12-2017, 20:48:30Also going to give some people who haven't had a chance to post the chance first before I post with Hope again before they get their word in! Or did nobody else want to post first? I think the holidays slowed people down a bit. This time of year tends to be a bit hectic. ^^; Well, Commons' check didn't give any results, so I really don't have anything for him. I think he's more focused on his injured companion than worrying about the other two peeking through another door. He likely won't have noticed. Hey, all, I hate to do this, but this particular game doesn't seem to be moving at the pace I was hoping for it, and given that I'm also balancing other GM things, I'd rather call this particular attempt quits. It was a pleasure gaming this one for the time it lasted, and I enjoyed your character concepts a lot. ^^ As you all know, I love Ring with all of you and am happy to game with you in other games. :) All of my says. All of them. :(edit....because I realize this is guilt Trippe and I didn't mean that. It's not like it's been moving at a pace I'm super thrilled with either. I understand. Mine too :/ Many says this night:I perfectly understand the reasoning for this. Just know that if you ever decide to bring back a 5e attempt, Commons and I are certainly ready to return. Heck, I may even build myself a Wild Magic character just for the tables. >_> Quote from: Red Phoenix on 06-01-2018, 01:01:08edit....because I realize this is guilt Trippe and I didn't mean that. It's not like it's been moving at a pace I'm super thrilled with either. I understand. It's okay; I didn't interpret it as guilt-trip. I think it's perfectly valid to be sad that I'm closing this one for now. It's never really an enjoyable thing to close a game, and I can understand if people are sad about it. Thank you for understanding....*hugs* =) I feel like I am to blame for the pace - if it would help I could bow out, I don't want to ruin the game for everyone :(Quote from: Nadir on 06-01-2018, 01:29:24I feel like I am to blame for the pace - if it would help I could bow out, I don't want to ruin the game for everyone :(I don't think you're the blame. You aren't the only slowpoke here. I may be the worst at post pacing. >. Sometimes it just isn't in the cards and it's best to walk away clean and come back later when you have a new idea rather than let things linger. But hey, we'll always have Seattle.#casablancareference I don't think it's anyone person--honestly, I just put it down to the holiday. Late Dec./early Jan. is a v. difficult time for gaming in general. Which is my way of saying that no one should feel bad or feel it's on them specifically. These things happen.*leaves a basket of hugs for everyone*

[D&D 5e] The Devil You Know - Maze Diabolik [OOC]

But Why_ (Dashenka and KTH)

“Yeah, Boss … I got it. I’ll get it done.” Trevor Daniels departed the office with a manila folder containing all the information he needed. Sharply dressed, he looked like a high-priced lawyer, but he was a street thug in an Armani suit. He had been working for the Corporation for almost ten years, and one only lasts that long if they are dependable. And he had proven himself time and again. Once outside the office, he took out the contents of the folder. It contained only the information needed, and he never asked why. His eyes scanned the single page: Sarah Delaney. Worked at a Hemingway’s Stationery Store on 68th and Main. Dependable, she arrives at work by 8 am, and departed at 6 pm. Employee parking in the City parking garage on Elmwood. That is all he needed to know. Trevor pulled out a photo of Sarah and shook his head. “Pretty girl … it’s a shame.” Returning the contents to the envelope, he pulled out his cell phone. “Joey … it’s Trevor. We got a job to do. Bring Jason.” Snapping his phone shut, he departed Corporate Headquarters. Trevor sat in the back of the parked black van checking his watch. “She’ll be here soon,” he informed Jason behind the wheel. Jason nodded and signaled Joey. They waited … but not too long. As though by clockwork, the pretty blond stepped off the elevator and made her way to her car. She never made it. Moving behind her from the shadows, Joey grabbed the unsuspecting woman and placed a chloroform soaked rag over her mouth and nose. She struggled and tried to scream, but soon her body went limp in his arms. Joey pulled the van out, and she was quickly hustled through the sliding door, falling limply on the floor. Joey jumped in and Jason hit the gas. Soon they were cruising down the highway. Trevor brushed her hair away from her face and compared her to the photo he had been given. “Yeah … it’s her …” After driving for thirty minutes, Jason steered the van onto a deserted dirt road, the only light coming from the van’s headlights. They soon came to an abandoned factory … owned by the Corporation. Driving through the open and rusty security gate, they pulled behind the back to the delivery platform. Stopping the van, they all got out. Trevor ordered Jason to bring the still unconscious girl along. Trevor lead them into the structure, pulling out a flashlight once inside. “Down here,” he said. They moved down a corridor beyond the factory floor. Trevor pulled out some keys and opened a door into a large room that use to be an office. It was crude, its walls make of cinder block … one window allowed the occupants to know if it was night or day. Trevor switched on the lights, revealing all that was there … a steel cage. Jason moved to place Sarah inside, but Trevor stopped him. “Strip her first … and cut up her clothes.” Joey offered to help … a task they both would enjoy. Soon her blouse was in tatters beside her … her bra also cut in two. Joey smiled as he groped her. “Man, she’s got nice tits!” The men laughed as they continued their task. Both men reached between her legs to feel her soft pussy … Sarah making no objection. “Hey Boss,” Jason asked, “Do we have time to fuck her?” “Just do your job!” he barked. They would have plenty of opportunities. Soon, Sarah was completely naked and laid to rest in the cage. Trevor closed the door and lock her in. “Put her clothes there,” he said, pointing to a place just outside the cage, but not within arm’s reach. Looking around, Trevor was satisfied. “Okay, Boys … let’s go. I’m going to need you two in the morning. Meet me here at ten.” With that, Trevor switched off the lights and locked the door. They were done for the night. Slowly she dug herself up from a deep slumber and finally opened her eyes. As soon as she got up, panic roared through her veins. Where was she? What happened? Last she remembered she was leaving work and heading for her car. Wherever she was now, it wasn't home or her car. It was a dark and cool place, sparsely lit by a small window. The light coming through was dim and Sarah decided that it had to be night and the moonlight was shining through. Carefully she got up to her feet, groaning from the headache and only when she got to her feet and the cold floor made contact to her bare soles, she realized she was naked. Sarah managed to push the panic and fear a bit, and she called out once. The 'hello' echoed slightly through the dark but nobody answered. There were no sounds, not even insects or rodents and Sarah was pretty sure she was alone. At least that was good, so nobody would see her naked body. Then she searched the cage she was in, trying to find a door or something and when she had found it, she rattled it a few times, trying to open it. It wouldn't budge and after a few desperate attempts to use force, she gave up. The panic took over again, and she screamed for help a few times, again with no results so she sat down and tried to calm herself down. Somebody had taken her, stripped her and put her in this cage. Why though? Would they come back? Ask for ransom? She nor her family were wealthy. Maybe they'd just come back to rape her? Sell her off to the Mexicans perhaps as a debt to be repaid for lost drugs? All options had one thing in common. They'd be back. Sarah continued to torture her brain to find reasons why she was here and as the room got light enough Sarah could see the room was completely empty. The walls were bare and on the floor was just some junk. Empty packages, some broken glass and other junk. Next to the cage she saw the clothes and after a few moments she realized they were hers. They were out of reach of her arms but with her leg she could just reach them. With some scuffling and dragging she managed to get her blouse within arms reach, and she quickly pulled it into her cage. Her elation was short-lived as she found it torn up completely. It was two sleeves and nothing more and after even more effort, she knew that all of her clothes, including her panties and bra were completely torn up and ruined. Then she heard a car engine in the distance and a door slam, and immediately she jumped on her feet and began screaming for help and rattling the door of her cage. Trevor checked his watch … 9:55 … he looked down the road and saw the black van approaching. Pulling up, he entered the passenger side. Jason was driving. “You know what the plan is for today … do your job… and no talking.” “Yeah, sure, Trevor … we got it.” Joey answered from the back. Trevor placed the bag he was carrying between the seats. Jason looked down to view its contents. “Fucking dry dog food? Is that what you’re going to feed her?” Trevor glanced at him without saying a word, his look conveying all he needed to know. “Fine … fine …” Jason knew better than to question Trevor’s actions. They pulled onto the highway and headed for the factory. The crunch of the gravel beneath their tires announced there arrival. The three men exited the vehicle and headed for the door. As soon as they opened it, they heard the cries from within. They all laughed. Stupid cunt! Within minutes, they were standing outside the door that contained their unfortunate captive. Trevor reminded them. “Not a fucking word!” Opening the door, they turned on the lights. All three eyes looked at the cage … containing a very frightened and a very naked woman. Trevor pulled out the keys and unlocked the door, Jason immediately entering. He grabbed Sarah by the hair and held her in place. All three men ignored her terrified questions. Trevor opened his bag and pulled out the large bag of ‘food’ and placed it on the floor. He then exited her prison and the room, moving to the long unused kitchen. Taking out a pitcher, he placed it under the faucet and opened the valve. Water spurted out before a steady stream followed. It was water, but hardly clear … containing the rust that had built up in the pipes after long years of inactive. Trevor returned and placed the pitcher of rusty water onto the floor next to her food. But she would eat later. Jason guided the woman by the hair out of the room and down another corridor. They entered another room, furnished only by a single table. Sarah was forced on her stomach across it. Its width only long enough to support her from her shoulders to her hips ... her head dangling over the one edge, her legs over the other. Joey then bound her hands to the base. It was the time Joey and Jason had been longing for … the latter moved behind her and grabbed between her legs, stroking her warm flesh and plunging his finger into the hole he would soon fill. Joey pulled out the gag he had brought along. Pulling her head upwards, he shoved the mouthpiece that would force her mouth open into place and tied it behind her head. Both men unzipped their pants and pulled out their growing cocks. The abuse of Sarah was about to begin. It only took Sarah a few moments to realize that these people weren't coming to rescue her. She had guided them to her room by yelling and screaming where she was but the moment they came in, she realized they would have found her anyway, because they probably had left her there in the first place. She went quiet when they came in. The lights were blinding after the darkness and before Sarah realized what was happening, the men were at her cage. She managed to jump back a few steps before one of them grabbed her hair. She saw how a bowl was filled but because of the tears that had sprung in her eyes after her hair was grabbed, she didn't see what it was. The second bowl had definitely sounded like water, but the color was all wrong, and before she could say or do anything about the food and water, she was pushed and dragged out of the room. The new room was as bare as the one with her cage. Broken windows, rusty walls and loads and loads of dust. Except for the table in the middle. It stood out because it was clean and didn't seem to belong there. Within moment, she was spread-eagled and folder over the table. Sarah wanted to beg and ask questions, loads and loads of questions, but she wasn't given the chance. She felt a finger through her cunt and she knew what was going to happen. The gag painfully spread her jaws open, and she shivered in fear and anxiety for what was about to happen. Joey was the first to begin the assault, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head to face his cock. He then slowly pushed his hips towards her mouth, watching as it disappeared through the opening the gag provided. He bit his lip and closed his eyes as he felt his shaft brush against her reluctant tongue. Furthermore, he continued forward until his entire length was gone from sight ... his length pushing down her throat. Furthermore, he was not supposed to talk, but he could not help letting a moan of satisfaction escape his lips. With his cock buried in her mouth, Joel grabbed her hair in both of his hands to hold it in place ... and began to fuck her face. Slowly out and slowly in ... out then in ... Jason could not resist ... he smacked her one ass cheek and then the other, delighting as they turned a bright red. He looked over at Trevor with a grin on his face. Trevor only shook his head and returned to his work. He was assembling a battery operated pair of shears. They could have the fun for now. Trevor had to do what the Boss had ordered. He ignored the subsequent "TRACKS" that echoed the empty room as Jason continued spanking her ass. As quickly as he had begun reddening her cheeks, he suddenly grabbed her hips and plowed his big cock straight into her, forcing her tight moist tunnel to accommodate him. And then he fucked her hard, pulling out and thrusting in rapidly ... again and again and again ... his teeth clenched ... her body rocking as their bodies collided. Joel was the first to cum ... letting out a hiss as his sticky load exploded from his tip, filling her mouth. He kept pumping ... until he had nothing left. Breathing hard, he let go of her head and withdrew ... smiling at Jason who continued drilling her dripping cunt. Less than 12 hours ago Sarah's life had been very normal. She got up, taken her shower, gone to work. All that seemed ages ago and as the first man stuck his cock deep enough down her throat to make her gag and heavy and trash in her restraints, even the dark cage has seemed long ago. Unable to move as the cock invaded her throat, she lost consciousness for a second and then heaved up a lot of fluids. Then she felt her ass light up bright red and a searing pain in her skin. The pain went accompanied by a slapping sound and all her world was filled with pain, a cock in her mouth and not long after, a cock between her legs. Sarah had sex before, and she was definitely no virgin, but she hadn't expected this man to ram it in so violently. There was nothing she could do being all tied up but to try and relax and accept her faith for now but even if she had not been tied up, her lithe frame and lightweight had probably meant fighting was useless. She waited until she felt the cock in her mouth stop moving and Sarah was experienced enough to understand what that meant. She braced and soon felt the load in her mouth. Desperately she tried to swallow it as quickly as she could, but it was too much. It leaked out of her mouth as she coughed and heaved the moment the cock finally left her mouth. The gag meant though that she couldn't completely clear her mouth as she couldn't reach her lips with her tongue. Not long later she felt a warm load being shot up her pussy, and it too leaked out. He kept pounding her and spanking her already sore and red ass until the last drop before pulling out. Neither of them had said a word and Sarah waited to see if they'd let her go now that they had their way with her. They had raped her, they had won. Surely they'd let her go now. Jason let out a yell when he came hard, shooting his thick cum deep into her pussy. He hissed, "Oh yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" As he continued to pound out the last tremors of his orgasm. Just as he finished, he felt a slap on the back of his head. He looked around angrily, but saw the stern face of Trevor staring hard at him. He was not supposed to utter a word ... she was not to hear a human voice; only his. Trevor nodded for him to get away from her. He had had his fun for one day. His eyes returned to the bound girl. He almost felt sorry for her ... but she must have done something that really angered the Boss. Trevor had been directed to do a lot of bad things to people ... but nothing like this. But he had his orders. He glanced at Joey and Jason as they put their now limp dicks back inside their pants. His eyes then returned to her. He walked slowly around her ... looking down, he untied the mouth gag Joel had placed there, tossing it to the ground. Trevor then grabbed a large portion of her hair and clicked on the shears. It jumped to life with a steady buzzing sound. He placed it against her forehead and started tracing it backwards ... large portions of her dirty blonde hair coming off in his hand. He continued shaving her head until no trace of her hair remained ... all her beautiful hair now laying on the dirty floor of the factory. Trevor nodded towards his two associates, who moved to unshackle her ... taking firm hold of her arms as they moved her back to her cage. The door was opened, and she was thrown inside to the ground. If these men had any compassion for her, it was not evident. That was it for today. Joey and Jason walked out of the room and Trevor moved to the door. He was about to turn off the light when he remembered what else he was to do. He turned to the frightened girl and said: "The sins of the Fathers are passed on to their children." Trevor did not know what that meant, but the Boss stressed that he was to say these words to her. Maybe she knew. Maybe not. Trevor turned off the light and closed the door, their footsteps fading away as they made their way to their van. Of course, she had known they wouldn't let her go. Deep inside she knew it all along. If they'd keep her in a cage all night, put a bowl of water and whatever it was in her cage, surely they wouldn't just let her go. Sarah had missed the sounds of the electric shears earlier and when the gag came out, she masticated, licked her lips and stretched her jaw a few times. Only then did she hear it. It made no sense at first and for the first few moments but when she felt it to her head she knew what it was. Immediately she began to trash and fight, but the grip on her hair was strong and hard. When she saw the long strands of hair fall on the ground, she cried and begged, but it didn't do any good. At first the felt the shears on her hair but as less and less of it was attached to her scalp, she could feel the cold metal to her skin and the sound almost felt louder as it had before. The shears were sharp and did a good job at removing all of her hair and by the end, Sarah was left as a sobbing mess, unable to do anything except spotter and cry and look at her hair on the floor. She didn't resist as she was unshackled and dumped back in the cage as if she was a garbage bag being thrown in a skip. The words meant nothing to her and when the door closed, Sarah curled up in a ball. It took her a long time before she had the courage to take her hand and feel her head. Part hoping it was just a bad joke and a trick, the shock was big when she felt nothing but skin. Not even a short hair, nothing. Just skin. Slowly the day moved on and after Sarah was over the initial shock, she cried for help occasionally knowing nobody would come, and eventually she took the bowl of water and took a few drinks. The dry dog food, she didn't touch. Every time she touched her head, she felt the shock again, and she was desperate to see herself in a mirror to see for herself what the man had done to her. She waited and waited, pondering the words over and over but not making any sense of them. It was three days before the van returned to the factory. Trevor figured she had gotten hungry enough to eat the ‘food’ he had left her and drink the rusty water. If not … he would give her something more unpleasant to drink. They exited the van: Joey, Jason, Trevor … and Mike. The latter brought a small black bag with him. Trevor did not like Mike, but he was the only one who could do what was required. He reminded him of Charles Manson … long straight hair with a scruffy beard … and crazy eyes! “So I can do what I want, right? That is what you said …” Mike hounded Trevor. “Yeah … indulge yourself.” Trevor replies as he moved away. He really did not like this man. They made there way to the room that held the caged woman. Flicking on the lights, Trevor could see that she was not doing well. The food was hardly touched, and the glass was still half full. “Stupid bitch!” Trevor grumbled … she had to eat! The Boss did not intend to kill her … Joey opened the cage and approached the, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her up. He was still not allowed to say anything … but if she kept going this way, he would not even want to fuck her! They dragged her along … Jason grabbed the food and the water. She would not be coming back to her cage. They moved her to a large room that once was a production center … littered with old and rusting equipment and a film of grease on the floor. Sarah was made to stop in the middle of the expansive room. Jason continued to the far end and opened a metal box on the wall. He flipped a switch and a roar sprung to life, followed by the sound of clanking chains. Joey looked up and saw them descending to them. Once they were within reach, he grabbed the one end and wrapped it around her wrist, securing it tightly. He then chained her other wrist. With a nod, Jason reversed the switch and the chains began rising to the ceiling. It lifted her arms up over her head. Only when her toes could barely maintain contact with the floor and her arms were completely stretched over her head did he stop. No one said anything. They looked at her … while Joey and Jason left the room. They soon came back with each carrying a large bucket. Furthermore, they knew what to do … Joey picked up speed as he neared her and threw the contents of the bucket on her: cold water! Jason followed him … completely drenching the helpless woman. Trevor watched, his only part was to see that Mike did his work. Trevor nudge Mike to begin. He brought his black bag and set it before the dangling woman. He studied her face … and then her body. Furthermore, he reached up and pinched and pulled on a nipple … and then the other. Furthermore, he would begin there. Opening his bag and taking out a sterile clothe, he began by wiping her nipples clean. “Yes … they will do nicely!” Mike was not supposed to talk … but he was crazy. An “artist” he called himself, and Sarah’s body was the canvas. Pulling again on her tender nubs until they were erect, he reached in and brought out a sharp needle. Smiling, he said, “This might hurt!” He then stuck the needle through her nipple, piercing it. After quickly removing it, he dabbed away the little blood it caused. “Now let’s see …” He selected a black enameled ring. “Yes …” he said as he opened the ring and inserted one end through the hole he had punched through her nub. Mike then close the ring. “Oh that looks good! … Now for the other one!” She had not eaten a thing in three days and had only used the water a little bit. Mostly for drinking small sips as the water looked and smelled foul and also a bit to clear away some urine. When the men came back, Sarah was weakened and didn't get up. She had given up screaming for help yesterday and given up on trying to escape that evening. Everything she had tried had failed and Sarah had sunk into a state of despair. When the man dragged her out of her cage, she had troubles standing up, a result from the lack of food. Sarah had always been on the skinny side of the scales, but the lack of food was already showing on her body and as she was raised into the air, her ribs protruded and her belly was taunter than before. Only after the two buckets of ice-cold water were emptied over her and the dust and grease of three days in the cage were washed off her did Sarah come fully to her senses. She struggled in her bonds a little and looked at the surrounding men with big deer eyes." Please. Please let me go... I need to drink. I need food... Furthermore, I'm dying..." The words came fast and without thinking, and they kept coming. She continued to beg and try to reason and ask them to let her go, but they all ignored her. Sarah in turn, ignored the man pinching and pulling her nipples, trying to look past him into a greasy dusty reflective surface. It wasn't clear enough to see herself but only saw her silhouette... without her long blonde hair. She began to cry and beg again and then, as the needle pierced her first nipple, she let out a primordial scream of agony and when she looked down, she saw a large black ring hanging from her tormented nipple. Before she could go back to crying and begging, the other nipple was pierced. This time, the pain was so intense that, out of automation, Sarah's legs kicked and trashed, hitting Mike between his legs." Pleaease.... You're killing me! Stop please." Mike let out his own scream, his knees buckling as he fell to the floor grabbing his crotch. “You fucking bitch …” he hissed, feeling weakened by this unexpected strike. Joey and Jason suppressed laughter … Trevor looking on impassively. Before long, Mike got back to his feet and glared into the eyes of the bald victim before him. He had a job to do … any thoughts of retaliating restrained. Mike was getting paid good money to decorate this cunt, and he was not going to jeopardize his payoff. He began to inspect her emaciated body, shaking his head. He walked away from her to Trevor.“It’s no good … she hardly has any fat on her body. Just skin and bones.” Trevor had noticed too. “Do what you can … I’ll be right back.” He left the room and placed a phone call. After three rings, the call was picked up. “Hey Boss … Trevor. It’s no good. She isn’t eating the dog food like we thought. She’s wasting away …” He paused listening. “Okay … okay … yeah, Boss … I got it.” He hung up and made his way back to the warehouse floor. Joey and Jason were sitting against the wall. Watching Mike work had gotten boring. They could not talk … they kept checking their watches. Trevor motioned to them to come to him. “Listen … get the bitch some real food. The Boss wants her to suffer … he doesn’t want her to die.” Joey and Jason nodded and left. Mike had added a few more rings … one through her nose (he had felt compassion for her; he numbed her skin with a spray before piercing the sensitive skin between her nostrils). He placed another black ring. Her ears were already pierced, so he only had to insert the rings. When Trevor came in, he was piercing her lower lip in three places. He had used his spray … hoping that Trevor would not notice the lack of screaming one would expect. He soon inserted three posts, each one with an outside ring that would accommodate whatever they wished to hang there. Again stepping back from his work, he was not satisfied, but it was all that he could do for now. He returned to Trevor. “That is all I can really do for now … she needs to eat and gain a little more weight. Then I can decorate her body.” Annoyed, Trevor nodded. He motioned for Mike to leave, whispering, “Help Joey and Trevor.” Mike left and Trevor walked over to Madeline. Stopping a few steps in front of her, he inspected Mike’s work. Not bad … He reached up and tugged on the nipple rings, stretching her nipples, nodding his approval. He walked around her … stopping behind her to cup her ass cheeks. Furthermore, he squeezed hard … when she was ready, he planned to fuck her there … hard. The Boss had given him carte blanche to do with her what he wanted. He was an ass man … he could not wait to ram it inside of her. But he had to wait … Joey and Jason returned with sacks full of food … mostly bread and cheese and some fruit. They also brought bottles of water. Joey worked the chains and had them lowered so that she could be unshackled. They took her back to her cage … a change in their original plans … pushing her inside and locking her in. They then placed the food outside the bars and left, turning out the lights. There was noting they could do until she was healthier … and so, for the next week, they arrived daily, brought her food and left. They started to see results … her terror would soon begin again. Sarah knew she was in trouble the moment she had kicked the man and with eyes as big as saucers, she gasped and looked at him in terror. Her terror was only justified as even after numbing it, he pierced her septum and hung a large black ring from it and after rings were put in her ears, the man began to pierce her lips. She could feel the black ring from her nose lean and bounce against her lip. The piercings in her lip were a bar through the flesh with a ring at the end. They felt heavy and as it dragged her lip down, and she knew she would probably drool. Then she was unshackled and put back in her cage. When the men left, this time, Sarah didn't scream and yell for them to come back. She waited until she could hear the car engine fade in the distance and then gently touched her sore body where it had been pierced. Her nipples felt like they were on fire and her lip and nose felt badly bruised. She was hungry and wanted to eat but after the first bite of the bread, Sarah realized that with every movement of her jaw and mouth, the nose ring bounced off her upper lip and the three rings hanging from the bars in her lower lip were bouncing against her chin. Sarah felt like a freak. All her precious hair gone and her face now a mess. She wasn't hungry or thirsty, and she planned to starve herself. Something inside her though kept her going and every time when she decided to stop eating, the hunger took over and after three days, she felt stronger and healthier simply because of the food. She cleared the plate every day, hating herself for it and every day the men came in to bring her food, she asked and begged them all kinds of questions like what they were going to do to her and when she'd be let out of the cage. Every time she got no answer. Ten days had passed of only bringing her food and leaving. She continued to ask questions to no avail, the Boss directed the only answer given: “The sins of the Fathers are passed on to the children.” She obviously did not know the meaning of this … nor did Trevor. He was only doing what he was told to do. On the eleventh day, Trevor returned with Jason and a new man: a large Italian man named Vito. He had taken Joey’s place for one reason – the size of his cock. They entered the warehouse and her caged room. He nodded to Joey to bring her out. This was the last night she would enjoy such comforts. The Boss wants her to suffer today … suffer for forcing him to change his plans and only feed the stupid bitch. They dragged her back to the large filthy factory floor and again bound her stomach down onto table, one that only supported her hips and abdomen. Her arms were stretched to the far side, her tits hanging in the air. Once secured, Trevor brought out two weights of roughly 50 grams. He reached underneath her and hooked them to her nipple rings … he then nodded at Vito. His arm swung, and the leather whip came cracking down upon her exposed ass, a loud THWACK echoing in the room. He struck her again and again … ignoring her screams and pleas. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Soon her ass cheeks and lower back were a glowing red, and still he continued. Trevor had been counting … when he had struck her 30 times, he held up his hand for him to stop. Trevor then nodded towards Joey, who approached Sarah holding a tube of lubricant and two large dildos. He squeezed some of the gel onto the top of her ass crack, allowing it to seep down into her crevice. He then donned rubber surgical gloves and began to work her asshole, shoving gel and his finger up inside her. Furthermore, he pushed his finger in every direction, stretching her sphincter … until he could insert a second finger. Then a third. When he was satisfied with her preparation, he lubed up the larger ‘cock’ and began to work it into her now expanded hole. Despite his work, it was still a tight fit. After some turning and twisting, he finally was able to shove its eight inches up inside her ass. The second one was also lubed, and he shoved it up her cunt. Trevor looked satisfied. He took out his phone and snapped some photos of her in her misery. The Boss wanted to see. Putting his camera back into his pocket, Trevor, Joey, and Vito headed out of the room, turning the lights out before they departed. Once outside, Trevor got into the van and they drove away. “That will teach that fucking bitch to not try to starve herself …” Eventually they got her out of the cage. By now she had gained a bit of weight again, but she was filthy and smelly from having to do her business in the cage she was in. She managed to wash it away with some of the water she was given, but the smell wasn't pretty. She had thought about the answer she was given to all her questions, but it made no sense. Her father and she were not in contact and the last time she saw him was years ago on a birthday of a relative. It made no sense. As she was led out of the cage and the room, she knew better than to ask again. These men operated with so much restraint and determination that it was unlikely they'd fall out of line. Besides, after all they had already done to her, she was afraid to ask as well, fearing the answer might be even worse. They'd already destroyed her face with the rings in her nose, lip and ears and by shaving her head completely bald. Quietly she followed them and was thrown over the same table as before and tied up the same way again. She begged to herself not to fuck her mouth as the ring in her nose would get in the way and hurt her. Then she begged to herself for them not to pull a ring through that was big enough to push a cock through. The whipping of her ass was painful and terrible and Sam moaned out painfully, but it was better than her mouth. Her body had not been pierced yet, and she was thankful for that. Even when her ass was touched and fingered, she felt mostly relieved that her mouth was left alone. Sam closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing as a dildo was shoved all the way up her ass. Her body tried to fight off the intruding toy, but eventually it lost, and the dildo was all the way inside her. The dildo up her pussy was a lot easier, but Sam still moaned and cried and begged for them to let her go. When she heard the camera sound a few times, she burst out in louder crying and begging, and she continued even after the three men had gone. They had left her, tied up like this and with her holes plugged. Realizing they had been gone for eleven days the last time, Sam panicked, really thinking that she would die in this position. The men entered the warehouse where the girl was kept. Trevor had wrung one concession from the Boss at the insistence of his men. Sarah reeked … she would be able to bathe this day. Joey carried the soap and wash clothe. He had added a toothbrush and paste on his own; Trevor decided to not say anything. Jason was back and he had her food. Vito accompanied them, and Mike had returned to finish his work. The lights snapped on, and she was as they had left her the day before: bound face down on the table wearing the dildos she was made to endure. Joey and Vito moved past her into a darkened room as Jason walked up behind her. It was his task to remove the dildos. He grabbed the end and easily pulled the rubber dong out of her pussy, but the one in her ass gave him more trouble. He twisted and pulled and twisted … his frustration growing as he applied more strength. Furthermore, he did not care if it hurt her or not. Furthermore, he was finally able to dislodge it … her asshole a bright red from its cruel treatment. Jason disgustingly threw them from himself, not caring where they landed. By this time, Vito and Joel had dragged a basin into the room and was filling it with water. Jason unbound the girl and roughly pulled her up off of the table, directing her towards the basin. When she arrived, Trevor was there to meet her. “Wash up, Cunt!” he commanded, the only other words he had spoken to her since her captivity. He stood there to watch as the others moved across the room. The table she was bound upon was pushed aside and a new “X” shaped table was brought to the center. At the ends of each were a strap, its purpose obvious by its design. When she had finished bathing and brushing her teeth, she was forcefully moved to the table and made to lie down while her hands and feet were strapped to the wood, leaving her in a ‘spread eagle” position. Again, Trevor supervised and nodded his approval … he then motioned to Mike. Mike walked up to the side of Sarah, growling “Now you can’t kick me, Bitch!” All of Trevor’s men were told to abuse her in any way they saw fit. It was what the Boss wanted. He opened his case, setting some more black rings on her chest, the kind she was already wearing through her nipples. Mike applied some cold rubbing alcohol to her abdomen. He then grasped her skin just below her ribs in between his fingers and, satisfied, took the piercing needle and plunged it through her pinched skin. He pressed a surgical cloth against the wound until it stopped bleeding. Once done, Mike took one of the rings resting on her and inserted it through the holes he had created, closing it. Mike looked down at the frightened woman. “That’s one … only five more!” he announced as he again pinched her skin a few inches below the just placed ring. Sarah was almost relieved when they came back the next day, her pussy and ass sore from the stuffing. She let out a sigh of relief as they were pulled out and the sight of the water was welcome. Without them having to tell her twice, the bald girl washed and drank the water and brushed her teeth. When she was done and waited for what was to come the water settled and showed her reflection to her. For the first time since it all happened, Sarah could see her face. In shock and still in disbelief, her hands moved up to her face, touching all the obscene rings and then her bald skull. They had ruined her. She had been a pretty girl, but she was ruined. It would take years for her hair to grow back, and the piercings were big and would definitely leave a mark, even when taken out. Before she could do or say anything, she was pulled out of the water and dragged to the table. As she was put down and tied up, Sarah still couldn't get the image of her own face out of her head and again began to wonder why she was here. The alcohol on her skin felt cold and as she looked down, past the rings on top of her small breasts, she saw the man take her skin between his fingers and stuck the needle through. Despite the alcohol, it hurt like hell and Sarah screamed out in agony. She watched in horror and pain as Mike applied a total of six piercings to her abdomen and hips, each one as painful as the other. There was nothing she could do being tied up tightly except bite and scream through the pain, which in turn, caused her to feel the ring through her nose bounce on her lips again. Even though the pain was not gone from that piercing, the feeling of the ring on her lip was still sending shock waves through her brain, especially now that she had seen it with her own eyes. She could no longer deny it, like she had done before. Mike packed up his equipment. He paused to look at his work: rings hung from her nose and lips ... from her nipples ... and along both sides of her abdomen. His eye met hers, and for a moment he felt sympathy for this poor, bald woman. She had somehow crossed a powerful man, and she was paying a terrible price. But it was not his concern ... he was being paid a lot of money to disfigure her this way. He turned and walked away. Coming to Trevor, he said, "That's it," and then headed out of the large room He would wait in the van for them to finish. Trevor nodded to the three men, and they all approached the bound captive. Vito moved between her legs and stopped, looking at her naked body upon the cross. His member began to stir inside ... despite all that had happened, she was still a woman with a hole. He pulled down his zipper and reached inside, pulling out his large cock that was not quite fully enlarged. He reached down and found that warm hole and shoved two fingers inside. The softness and moisture competed engorging his dick. Removing his fingers from her cunt, he took hold of his thick meat and guided it to her entrance. Feeling the tip press against her opening, he suddenly shoved his hips forward and drove his rod deep inside her body, stopping only when their bodies collided. Grasping her hips, he began to pound her hard, pulling out and slamming back in ... again and again and again ... her body rocking ... the rings bouncing on her body ... a grin on her face. She was a good fuck! Joey and Jason watched until he penetrated her. Standing on both sides of her head by her shoulders, they pulled out their hard cocks and began stroking themselves ... holding the head of their dicks near her face. The began to pump themselves harder and harder ... groans and grimaces escaping them as they worked to shoot their loads onto Sarah's face ... and wherever else it might fly ... When the man was done mutilating her even more, Sarah looked down her body, now adorned with even more rings. As the men approached, she knew what was coming and laid her head back in resignation. First it was fingers, probing and searching and then the cock. It didn't hurt, not anymore. Even as he thrust inside her completely, Sarah only felt the rings on her entire body bounce. She didn't feel the man's balls slamming against her body nor did she see the two cocks at her face. All she could see and feel was the rings bouncing on her stomach, nipples and face. The men seemed to enjoy her humiliation and her despondent look in her face. She had given up fighting and was in the process of giving up all together. They had destroyed her face and body over the last weeks and with it, almost broken her mind. There was nothing left in her to resist. When the cum landed in her face, she only blinked to prevent it from getting in her eyes and watched and felt string after string of warm cum cover her lips, nose, forehead and cheeks. All she felt was the large ring from her nose resting on her lips and when the man between her legs filled up her cunt, she only felt the newly added rings and those on her nipples. She lay motionless and quiet, waiting for what they'd do to her next, hoping they would end it soon. Jason came first, letting out a groan as cum shot from his tip, his initial load splashing across her nose and cheek … the following spurts painting her lips and neck. And then Joey ejaculated … his landing on her forehead and brows and eyes, her face covered with their seed. And then Vito let out a grimaced moan as he, too, climaxed inside her tormented body. All three men looked at their work and then at each other. Each man then wiped their milky white remnant onto her before replacing their cocks back into their pants and moved away. Trevor walked up and inspected the helpless girl … her shaved head beginning to show stubble … her breasts and body decorated with ring piercings. But more important, she offered no resistance … no protest … no pleas for mercy. They had broken her. He moved to where his men had congregated and gave new instructions. Each man nodded and moved off in separate directions. Joey was the first to appear, dragging an old, dirty mattress. He dropped it in the corner of the vast room near an old radiator. Jason and Vito then appeared with buckets in their hands. Each walked up and emptied the rusty brown water over her body, avoiding her face. They then released Sarah and pulled her off of the x-shaped table, leading her to the mattress and tossing her down upon it. Joey was waiting with a chain. He strung it through the radiator and latched it onto her ankle, closing it with a padlock. Trevor walked across the room and set a bag containing food down next to her – a sandwich, chips, a banana and bottled water. The three men then left, switching off the lights and leaving her in the dark. No one said anything until they were outside. “Hey …” Jason began. “I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s not right” Joey said nothing, but the look on his face revealed that he felt the same way. Vito looked at them with disgust. “Pussies …” he muttered as he got inside the van. Trevor stared at him, and then to Joey … and back to Jason. “You don’t want to do this anymore?” he said with an angered edge to his voice. “Fuck you … now get in the fucking van!” Trevor got inside the passenger side and they drove off. He took out his phone. “Yeah, Boss … it’s me …” he fell silent. “We did what you wanted … she didn’t say anything. Nothing … I think she’s broken.” Trevor listened. “Yeah … I understand … no problem. Out here …” He hung up the phone and turned and looked over his shoulder. “We come back tomorrow … and that includes you too, Jason …” She didn't resist when the men took her off the cross and chained her to some iron piping. She said nothing and let it all happen. Too tired and too afraid to do anything. When the men had left though, she immediately rushed to the food and ate it all, desperate to feel human again. Her body was in pain from the piercings and the fucking but after the food she felt a lot better. Then she drank the bottle of water completely and assessed her situation. She was in a different room, that infernal cross in the middle, taunting her, as a reminder of what had happened but at least there was no reflection of what she had become. Sarah tugged on the chains a few times to see if they would budge but when nothing happened, unsurprisingly, she gave up. Over the night she pondered if this room was upgrade from the cage or not. At least she had a mattress now but the chain on her ankle soon began to chafe and irritate, and it took her a while before she managed to catch a restless, uncomfortable sleep. The next morning, she woke up to the sound of the tires on the dirt road. When the men came in, Sarah sat on the mattress, her knees against her chest and her arms wrapped around it. She said nothing and just waited on what was to happen next.

But Why_ (Dashenka and KTH)|rating:1.0

Adventure Box [IC]

There's a bit of backstory, bear with it. It has been a damp and weary week. Eight days ago you were in the court of Car Sellout, being treated like kings- or at least like dukes. Lord Sellout was very grateful to all of you. That vampire had been posing as his vizier for ages without anyone noticing, and if it wasn't for you, it would have finished draining its fifth Lady Sellout in as many years. On discovering the vampire, you five had banded together to expose it, finally cornering it in the Lord's audience chamber. Three of you trapped it in a trifecta of brandished holy symbols, Evita dropped her illusion of a night sky from the window, and Ebert Daniel smashed it open with a thrown axe, spearing the monster on a lance of dawn sunlight. Lord Sellout wassoimpressed and grateful that he personally wrote you letter of Introduction the esteemed Adventurer's Guild in the city of Glybdawdle. Glybdawdle, which was a week's travel to the west, along a muddy, badly maintained road, in the rainiest month of spring. You find yourself now chilled, damp, and with boots full of mud on the road to Glybdawdle. The road has been long, and tiring, and bandit, but now you're nearing your destination - you're so close you've decided to keep walking into the night to reach it. Lord Sellout gave you a donkey and cart, stocked with tents, a water barrel, and rations, which is trundling along behind you. Your precious unread Letter of Introduction is in a waterproof scroll case, nestled between the crates on the cart, and a small sack of 100g sits beside it - a gift to cover your expenses in the city. You round a bend in the road, and youfinallysee a glow above the trees somewhere up ahead - the light being cast into the night sky from the lamps and torches of Glybdawdle herself. You can't be far away now. The donkey snorts as if anticipating a warm place to sleep, and when the wind blows you think you can detect the welcoming scent of wood smoke. Please make a post to introduce your character, have a chat with the others, get used to posting. When you're ready to move on, please can I have aspotcheck from everyone. Geoffrey Array, the black haired Cleric of Below would don his heavy armor every morning before breaking camp. It might be uncomfortable, but better this than being unprotected in case of an ambush. But every evening when they made camp, he would put down armor and weapon and would start preparing a meal for the group, using the provisions Lord Sellout had offer as well as his own ingredients. Today, this routine had not happened, as they had decided to keep walking into the night to reach the town instead of spending another night on the roads. Geoffrey hadn't been happy about this, since his patron, Below, was the god of sun, but he accepted the majority decision without grumbling. Finaly, they could see the lights of Glybdawdle in the distance and a small smile appeared on his face." Finaly, the city... I'm sure, there will be a warm supper and a soft bed waiting for us" "Nothing like a pleasant evening stroll, I must say."says There, smiling cheerfully at the rest of the party." But I am certainly ready to sample the doubtless convivial hospitality of Glybdawdle." Thorek, a dwarf with a shaven head covered in tattoos of mountains and a particularly thick red mustache and beard, has been relentlessly happy throughout the journey despite the rain and the mud. He seems unfazed by bandits or bad weather, and has volunteered to carry things, cut firewood, and do other menial chores at every turn. He's probably asked every one of you about your childhood, especially the other dwarf. "Right you are, sir dwarf. On both accounts. It'll be good to sample the delights of civilization again," Sure replied. Despite not really being at home in the wilderness, he was also in a good mood. An important reason for this was the upbeat attitude of There. Sure had been pleasantly surprised by this. The paladins he had met before had mostly been a taciturn lot, always focused on the next grand good deed they might do. But even his good mood did not lower his general suspicions. As he peered through the darkness, faintly wishing he had the eyesight of his dwarves or half-even companion, he tried to recall what he knew of the history of Glybdawdle. Spoiler: Spot check Hide (1d20+3)[8] Spoiler: Knowledge (history) check Hide (1d20+4)[8] Sure doesn't really remember anything about Glybdawdle. He's got a vague feeling that it's not a very old city, which might explain why he never seriously studied its history. I'm going to push on to the pitched battle town. Apologies to mono and Water. As you walk towards the city, the dwarves among you think you catch glimpses of movement somewhere in the trees to the north, but the shifting shadows never resolve themselves into anything recognizable. You make good time, but as you get close to the city you start to realize something is wrong. The welcoming glow of torchlight is a little bit too bright to be normal, the scent of wood smoke has become a choking cloud, and the sound of many raised angry voices echo through the trees. By the sound of it, there's only one more bend in the road before you hit the city. Do you want to make any special precautions on your approach? There drops his backpack in our wagon, unlimbers his axe and shield, and jogs to the front of the group." Looks like there's trouble ahead. I'll go first, in case this is more than just a fire." Geoffrey drops his backpack as well before moving next to There." No matter what has happened there, those people will need help. I am not going to stand back while they suffer!" For a second, he closes his eyes and mutters a quick prayer to Below. Sure looked, but failed to see anything other than the glow of fires. When There suddenly grabbed his weapons, Sure did the same, trusting the dwarf's superior vision. All too happy to let the superior warrior take the van, he takes position behind There. Uncertainly, he looks at his companions and asks:"Maybe we should move the wagon off the road first? And approach through the trees? We don't know what's going on, after all. It would be foolish to rush in blindly." Are you leaving the bag of gold and letter of introduction out on the cart? "I hear the sound of a fire up ahead. If the town's burning, the sooner we get there the better. Still, I suppose we should at least ensure the safety of our beasts." Thorek begins leading his own pack pony towards a likely tree near the edge of the forest. Assuming nothing happens, he ties the pony up and then starts trying to lead the donkey and cart off the road and into the edge of the trees as well. "We have to hurry, the townsfolk will likely need our help! No matter if it's a fire or an attack or anything else..." But his allies were right, they should secure the animals first, so Geoffrey helps the paladin moving the cart away from the road. Er, we had a post collision. Assume this post happens right after Water's just below. Thorek leads the animals and cart into the trees by the edge of the road and secures them by a tree. The donkey seems to be getting nervous at the smell of the fire and tugs at its restraints, but its reins are securely tied, and soon it settles down. Suren convinces the others to take a more subtle approach than charging down the road, and There leads the group through the trees by the road. Eventually the party rounds the final bend. The trees end, and give way to low bushes, and with an unobstructed view of the city they can finally see the source of the light and smoke. The town looks to be ablaze. Gathered in front of the town's wooden palisade wall is a moderately sized war band of Orcs. There are maybe as many as seven or eight of them, illuminated by the glow from the city. As the party watches, one of the orcs raises a flask above its head and throws it at the wall, which explode into fire as it lands. It looks like the orcs are trying to approach the gate, but are being held back by a thin line of defenders standing upon the wall: a tall human female in a white tabard, wielding a staff bearing the symbol of Below; a halfling armed with a bow; and two human archers. So far nobody seems to have noticed the party, standing behind the large bushes that lead up to the city, and while the defenders seem to be holding their own for now, it must only be a matter of time before a hole burns in the wall. Okay, the city is under attack by a dangerously big group of orcs. Will you charge in and fight? Make a plan? Run away? There might be more information available to skilled observers. I'll take Heal, Knowledge (Local), Spot, and Craft (Woodworking) checks from anyone who can give me a good one. Evita had been very sorry to change the hospitality of the court for a week-long journey in miserable weather and far away from comfortable beds. She didn't understand why they had had to leave immediately, when the weather was the worst. Surely if the Lord was so pleased, he could have let them stay for a little longer as guests. Evita didn't complain loudly, but was often sour and grumbled to herself. She also frequently sneaked up to ride the carriage, especially through the muddiest parts, and replied to objections with"But I'm so light! The donkey will hardly notice!"and used her magic tricks to appear smaller and more fragile than what she actually was. When making camp she was good atlookingbusy and helpful, but an observant mind would notice that she actually tended to slack off. The only thing she seemed to have interest in doing well or with any skill, was telling stories by the camp fire and using illusions to enhance them. Originally Posted by PH7 Sure looked, but failed to see anything other than the glow of fires. When There suddenly grabbed his weapons, Sure did the same, trusting the dwarf's superior vision. All too happy to let the superior warrior take the van, he takes position behind There. Uncertainly, he looks at his companions and asks: "Maybe we should move the wagon off the road first? And approach through the trees? We don't know what's going on, after all. It would be foolish to rush in blindly." Originally Posted by Contact "I hear the sound of a fire up ahead. If the town's burning, the sooner we get there the better. Still, I suppose we should at least ensure the safety of our beasts." There begins leading his own pack pony towards a likely tree near the edge of the forest. Assuming nothing happens, he ties the pony up and then starts trying to lead the donkey and cart off the road and into the edge of the trees as well. Originally Posted by Rogan "We have to hurry, the townsfolk will likely need our help! No matter if it's a fire or an attack or anything else..." But his allies were right, they should secure the animals first, so Geoffrey helps the paladin moving the cart away from the road. Evita follows after the others, tiptoeing around the worst puddles." From mud and rain to a firestorm?", Eviva sighs,"I didn't mean that when I wished for a warm welcome..." She picked a scroll from her pocket, it wouldn't help against fire, but in case there was someone who had started that fire, well, better go in protected. Spoiler: IOC Hide Casting Mage Armor from scroll. Also, I just noticed that I hadn't marked on Evita's sheet which spells she has prepared. I've added those now. Originally Posted by Water Knowledge (local): Evita doesn't know much about the orcs of this region, or even if thereareany native orcs, but she can tell an Irish frown from a grin, and these don't look very happy. Originally Posted by pupated Er, we had a post collision. Assume this post happens right after Water's just below. There leads the animals and cart into the trees by the edge of the road and secures them by a tree. The donkey seems to be getting nervous at the smell of the fire and tugs at its restraints, but its reins are securely tied, and soon it settles down. Sure convinces the others to take a more subtle approach than charging down the road, and There leads the group through the trees by the road. Eventually the party rounds the final bend. The trees end, and give way to low bushes, and with an unobstructed view of the city they can finally see the source of the light and smoke. The town looks to be ablaze. Gathered in front of the town's wooden palisade wall is a moderately sized war band of Orcs. There are maybe as many as seven or eight of them, illuminated by the glow from the city. As the party watches, one of the orcs raises a flask above its head and throws it at the wall, which explode into fire as it lands. It looks like the orcs are trying to approach the gate, but are being held back by a thin line of defenders standing upon the wall: a tall human female in a white tabard, wielding a staff bearing the symbol of Below; a halfling armed with a bow; and two human archers. So far nobody seems to have noticed the party, standing behind the large bushes that lead up to the city, and while the defenders seem to be holding their own for now, it must only be a matter of time before a hole burns in the wall. Okay, the city is under attack by a dangerously big group of orcs. Will you charge in and fight? Make a plan? Run away? There might be more information available to skilled observers. I'll take Heal, Knowledge (Local), Spot, and Craft (Woodworking) checks from anyone who can give me a good one. "Looks nasty", Eviva whispers and loads her crossbow,"Guess we'd best help?" Spoiler: IOC Hide What's our distance to the orcs and the gate? Aye, we should go and even the odds. But there's no reason we can't be clever about it. What if the ranged attackers were to stay between the trees? With a couple of well-placed light spells, we could make them think there are more of us coming to the rescue. With these numbers, every slight advantage counts. Suren puts his club away and takes out his sling and bullets, wishing he'd prepared more combat oriented spells this morning. Originally Posted by PH7 Aye, we should go and even the odds. But there's no reason we can't be clever about it. What if the ranged attackers were to stay between the trees? With a couple of well-placed light spells, we could make them think there are more of us coming to the rescue. With these numbers, every slight advantage counts. Sure puts his club away and takes out his sling and bullets, wishing he'd prepared more combat oriented spells this morning. "I can cast Light once", Eviva replies,"Shame I didn't prepare illusions today, I could have added one to your number. And uh, I'd prefer not to lead the charge." "Of course we are going to help them. But I would like to increase our odds of success first... "Geoffrey takes himself a moment to study the battle before turning to his allies again." It would be good if we could let the defenders know we arr here without the orcs noticing. We could coordinate our attack this way. And before we attack, I should ask Below to give us his blessing. What kind of spells other than light could you cast to help us or hinder them? I did not ask my Patron for light, so a distraction like this seems to be impossible today... "After a few seconds of silence, he suggested"Maybe it would help if we knew what those orcs are saying... Can anyone of you speak Irish? If not, I have a spell I could use so grant me this ability..." Originally Posted by Rogan heal - spot - craft - The moment Geoffrey looks at the orcs he can tell something is wrong. They look weak and confused, some barely holding on to their long swords. He'd have to examine them to be sure, but it looks like they might be suffering from some kind of sickness. He also spots something strange - the orcs are all wounded in exactly the same way. Each one has what looks like a black spike embedded in their left upper arm. It's hard to tell at this distance and in this light, but the skin around the spike looks black and swollen. Finally, there seems to be something odd about the arrows the city defenders are using. It's hard to tell at this distance, but instead of a sharp point, they each seem to be tipped with something round and blunt. While Geoffrey is looking, one of the orcs, larger and healthier-looking than the rest and wearing a cloak, turns to look back. There's a tense moment as the large orc's eyes pass over the bush where the party is hiding, but his gaze continues on, not spotting them, and eventually it turns its attention back to the wall. Originally Posted by Water What's our distance to the orcs and the gate? The center of their group is about 50 feet away from your hiding place. The scene is laid out like this. Let me know if I got your specific positions wrong. Spoiler: Map Hide Also, doesanyone speak Irish? "I can't understand their tongue, but if what you see is true, Geoffrey, we must be careful. Strange things are clearly afoot here. I will try to leave them alive." Thorek turns his axe around to hit them for nonlethal damage." I do still think we should rush them and attack. Weakened as they are, and already under fire from the wall, they will be easy enough to defeat. I will lead the charge." "I know some Irish... But what in the nine tells is wrong with those orcs?", Eviva mutters while gaping at the people ahead,"That looks just sick." A shudder passes through her. Spoiler: IOC Hide Evita does speak Irish. She's reluctant to go any closer by herself, but here is a Listen check, just in case it might yield something. (1d20+4)[16] You're all distracted from the battle by the sound coming from behind you, a sound like wheels trundling on the muddy road. You turn, and see a black-robed figure walking slowly up the road, pulling a handcart. As soon as the figure sees the burning city in front of him he stops, and shrieks! Orcs Listen:(7d20)[18][8][18][14][13][10][10](91)Several of the orcs turn around to face the road behind them, and give shouts of excitement when they see the robed figure. The man at the cart pulls down his hood in alarm, revealing the face of an elderly elf. The sight of a target they can actually reach seems to have reinvigorated the attacking orcs, and several of them begin to jog towards the elf, swords drawn, and leers on their faces. Sure had not heard the cart approach, so focused was he on the goings-on by the Glybdawdle gate. He silently cursed his lack of attention, but then he notices the actions of the orcs." They've split up. The time to attack is now." He then casts a shield of faith spell on his fellow cleric and moves a little deeper into cover. Spoiler: Movement Hide Sure casts his spell and then moves to H13 (if possible, and assuming that still leaves him out of sight of the orcs by the gate) Evita nods and lifts her crossbow, aiming it at the orcs leading the charge towards the elf. When the shot is fired, she immediately reloads. Spoiler: Actions Hide Standard action: Attacking the orc in the lead, in square M15. Just within 30 ft., so sneak attack! Attack: (1d20+4)[8] Damage: (1d8)[6] + SA (1d6)[2] Move action: Reload crossbow. Also, if allowed, she tries to stay hidden in the bushes. Hide: (1d20+7)[10] Geoffrey would have preferred some more time to find out what was wrong with these orcs, but now there was a life at stake, and they could not wait anymore." May Colors light shine upon us and grant us strength"he speaks a traditional blessing while presenting his holy symbol and making some gestures. As soon as this is done, he draws his weapon and moves out to stand next to the newly arrived elf. He tries to calm the man by saying"Don't be afraid, we won't allow those orcs to hurt you!"before Turing to the Orcs." Stay back! Or I will have to hurt you!" Spoiler: Actions Hide standard: Casting bless move: Move to L17, drawing the weapon while doing so free: talking to the elf and the orcs (all in common) Evita's bolt sails past her target, giving away her hiding place, and the orc turns to look straight at her, snarling. Thorek charges, swinging the flat of his axe down on the orc at M15. Thorek:Charges M15(1d20+2)[13]for(1d10+4)[5]non-lethal(Sorry for peppering you On)Defenders The two archers defending the wall open fire in the distance, aiming at the orcs closest to them. Archer N3:Attacks L5(1d20-3)[8]for(1d8)[6]nonlethal Archer O3:Attacks L5(1d20-3)[9]for(1d8)[8]nonlethal The woman on the wall casts a spell, and water sprays over one of the fires, dousing it. The elderly robed elf turns and seems to be rummaging in his cart for something. OrcsThe orcs with a clear path to the elderly elf step forward and swings their swords. Orc M15:5ft step to M16, attacks elf at M17 (1d20)[3] for (1d8-1)[6]Goes down at There's hands, unconscious. Orc N13: Charges elf at M17(1d20+2)[8]for(1d8-1)[1]The westernmost orc has no clear path to the apparently weak elf, and focuses on There. Orc K13: Move to K15 and attacks There(1d20)[18]for(1d8-1)[4]The orcs closest the gate throw stones at the defenders. The stones seem a little pathetic -not much more than pebbles. Orc J6: Throw stone at K3(1d20+2)[7]for(1d2-1)[1]Orc L5: Throw stone at K3(1d20+2)[10]for(1d2-1)[1]Orc P5: Throw stone at O3(1d20+2)[18]for(1d2-1)[1]The orc commander moves to get a better look at the battle to the south, but he seems content to stand by and watch the battle with a calm detachment, taking in every detail. Turn. Geoffrey changes his position slightly in order to attack the orc near the elf. He swings his Morningstar, trying to hit his opponent in a way that won't kill but incapacitate the beast." I told you to STAY BACK!"he shouts while doing so. Spoiler: Actions Hide move to M16 attack (1d20)[1] for (1d8)[8] nonlethal damage (+1Str,+1Bab,+1MW,+1Bless,-4 nonlethal) Geoffrey AC: 16 The Irish commander scowls at Geoffrey. Despite the escalation, Sure decides to go through with the plan. He was interested in seeing when, or if, the orcs would flee. The paladin had already knocked one unconscious, so a bloodless end to the battle would still be preferable to him. Summoning the magic granted to him by Rocco, he casts a light spell on a branch next to him and then moves away from it, figuring the sudden appearance of a light would interfere with the creature's dark sight just long enough to obscure his movement. Spoiler: Actions Hide Cast light on I13, move to G12 Evita groans when her first shot misses. The orcs were too scattered to make good use of her spells, so she aims the crossbow again, picking a target away from the melee fight. Spoiler: Actions Hide Same as before, shoot then reload. Targeting the one in P10, no sneak attack this time. Attack: (1d20+4)[10] Damage: (1d8)[4] There grins at the orc that hit him." Well struck! But it's my turn now." He attempts to knock the orc in square K 15 unconscious. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Attack (1d20+3)[22] Damage (1d10+3)[9] Geoffrey swinging his Morningstar at the orc's legs, but overbalances and misses. The orc seems happy about this, but the Irish commander standing in the background seems annoyed. Suren casts his light spell on the branch. The surrounding orcs shield their eyes, but the spell seems to be too dim to dazzle them after staring at the fires of the city. In addition, the spell attracts attention from the north, and two of the orcs assaulting the wall moves down to engage the now exposed human. Eviva's attack is on target this time, but the bolt lodges in the orc commander's thick studded armor without doing substantial damage. The commander frowns and contemptuously knocks the embedded projectile to the ground, but the attack does seem to have worried him, and he takes a defensive posture. Thorek delivers another devastating blow with the flat of his axe, and the orc at K15 slumps to the ground, unconscious. DefendersThe two archers on the wall focus their attacks on one of the orcs turning towards Sure. Archer N3: Attacks J6(1d20-3)[14]for(1d8)[1]nonlethal Archer O3:Attacks J6(1d20-3)[-2]for(1d8)[7]nonlethal The woman on the wall waves her staff in greeting when she sees Sure's light spell, she looks down from the wall, perhaps considering the jump. With the orcs at the wall separated, the short figure beside her scampers along the top of the wall towards the last orc still dumbly throwing stones. The elderly elf laughs in triumph as he lifts a glowing purple potion from his cart, downs it, and rapidly fades from view. Moments later, his cart begins trundling off to the west, apparently under its own power. OrcsMystified by the disappearance of the elf, the orc at N16 swings at Geoffrey instead. Orc N16:Attack Geoffrey(1d20)[19]for(1d8-1)[0](1)Two of the orcs assaulting the wall turn around and jog towards Sure, and one of them draws close enough to attack. Orc J6:Moves to G11 and attacks Sure(1d20)[19]for(1d8-1)[4]Orc L5:Move to I10The last orc at the wall dumbly continues to assault the archers with weak projectiles, doing not much more than harassing them. Orc P5:Throws stone at O3(1d20+2)[12]for(1d2-1)[0](1)The orc commander uses the 'total defense' action. Turn. I'm rooting for Evita. "Ok, time to try something else", Eviva concludes when more orcs advance. She moves through the bushes, briefly regretting all the leaves and twigs that get caught on her cloak and clothes. From a small pouch on her belt she retrieves a handful of colorful sand and when she mutters some arcane words accompanied by a hand gesture the fine grains start to glow brightly. The enchanter extends her palm, and they burst towards the orcs in the form of vivid colored light. Spoiler: Actions Hide Move action: To I12. Standard action: Casting Color Spray, Will save DC 14 to negate, targeting the orcs in I10 and G11, but avoiding hitting Sure (I believe this is possible). Will saves for Orc I10:(1d20-2)[4]on failure unconscious for(2d4)[6]then stunned for(1d4)[1]Orc G11:(1d20-2)[3]on failure unconscious for(2d4)[4]then stunned for(1d4)[1] Sure feared the attacking orc's blade for a moment, but it got stuck on some branches. Before the ugly creature could attack again, it was fortunately knocked unconscious by Evita's magic. The combination of avoiding an enemy attack and seeing two orcs go down with one spell made Sure laugh involuntarily. He gave a grin and a nod to Evita, then turned his attention to the orc remaining by the wall. Spoiler: action Hide Yes, I know it's an attack for lethal damage, but come on. It's 1D4 damage, what are the odds of me scoring a critical? Attack on P5: (1d20+2)[11] Confirm CRT: (1d20+2)[17] damage: (1d4)[4] Geoffrey takes a hit from his enemy, but he won't allow it to distract him. He slightly changes his position in order to give his allies a better chance to flank the orc should he fail again to take it out of the fight." For Below!"he shouts while swinging his Morningstar again. Spoiler: Actions Hide 5-foot step to N17 (1d20)[5] to hit, (1d8+1)[8] non-lethal damage When the woman on the wall sees Sure's sling stone bounce off the orc's armor, she starts waving both of her hands above her head. She's shouting something. Can anyone come up with a good listen check?(this isn't interrupting combat) Originally Posted by PH7 Listen check: (1d20+3)[17] Originally Posted by Water Listen: (1d20+4)[15] The woman's shouting sounds something like "No-neck Romance-something-Alive". "Let me give you a hand, Geoffrey."says There cheerfully, before stepping to square N 15 (with 20ft speed, I think I can do that without taking an AOO) and bringing his axe flat on the orc in square N 16. Spoiler: Rollin' Hide Attack (1d20+3)[23] Damage (1d10+3)[8] I got a CRT, but unless I need triple damage to knock this guy out, I'll ignore it. Evita's spell catches both orcs in its dazzling ray, and they slump to the ground like puppets with their strings cut. Suren's sling stone bounces off the back of his target's leather armor. The orc turns to look behind it, and gapes stupidly when it realises most of its allies have been brought down, it breaks and tries to run. Geoffry misses his target, but he distracts the orc for long enough for There to slide up and knock the creature out from behind. DefendersSeeing their last attacker run, the archers on the wall leave their posts. Moments later a pair of laborers appear carrying buckets sloshing with water. The woman on the wall disappears as well, descending an unseen set of stairs. The cart continues to trundle away apparently unaided. OrcsThe last remaining orc raider breaks and takes off towards the southeast. The orc commander has been getting more and more frustrated since the party started knocking his subordinates out, and now it seems like he's lost his temper. As his last raider runs past him, the commander whips out his sword, spinning, and slices at the deserter's neck. He follows up with a vicious lunge at his subordinate's flank, casts a final dark glance at the party, then takes off to the east. Orc CDR:AOO subordinate(1d20+6)[11]for(2d6+4)[14], attacks subordinate(1d20+6)[24]for(2d6+4)[12], moves to V11. The last orc raider is down, and rapidly dying. The player's turn. You could end the combat here if you wanted, or keep going to try and bring down the commander. "Thank you There, you saved the day"Geoffrey than hurries to get to the orc attacked by his own leader, he was not sure what was wrong with those orcs, but he should better make sure the beast does not lead out." I will try to keep this Orc alive. Sure, could you take a look at the cart, I think it's owner is their, invisible. I know he did take a hit, so maybe he will need healing"Spoiler: IOC Hide I will move to the Orc at Q11. I intend to convert one of my detect magic spells to cure minor wounds in order to make him stable. Furthermore, I will not follow the Orc leader. Sure has no intention of following the orc leader, especially after seeing how easily he cut down his fleeing subordinate. He goes up to quickly collect the long swords held by the two stunned orcs and tosses them in the bushes, just out of their sight, should they wake up. As he does so, he responds to Geoffrey, saying"Good idea. Try to get all the information you can get out of him before he croaks." Less brusquely, he turns to Evita, pointing at the orcs she stunned /saved him from and asks,"Could you keep an eye on these two? I'd hate for us to be backstabbed, because between the dreary weather and the long road that would just ruin this week." Finally, he cuts around the bushes, heading to the invisible cart driver and yells in his general direction,"Hello? Sir? We've neutralized the orcs. If you'd like, I could heal your wounds..." Spoiler: IOC Hide These actions probably take several rounds, so if someone wants to continue combat by chasing the commander, assume these to be the things Sure does in the meantime. Unless something really important would interfere, consider Sure to be out of the running for battle events. This is partly because Sure wouldn't want to give chase and partly because I probably won't have time to post until Monday evening... "Ah, well fought by all. I deserve no praise greater than you,"says There in response to Geoffrey and the others, before stepping closer to the unconscious orc in front of him. Thorek raises his shield, a wooden round shield emblazoned with the symbol of For-ad-Din, the first dwarf." I really should have done this earlier,"he mutters, and uses detect evil. Focusing on the black spikes, the orcs, and the cart/invisible guy. He has no intention of chasing the orc leader, what with his short dwarf legs and the fact that he left his crossbow by the wagon. Firstly, everyone is awarded 713xp, for taking down the war band and navigating the less obvious dangers of the encounter. When Sure disarms the unconscious orcs, he notices that the long swords seem to be in poor shape. Their blades are chipped, and one of them is slightly bent. Geoffry reaches the dying orc just in time. He casts his spell and the ugly stab wound in the creature's side closes. It's still badly wounded, but stable. When There concentrates on sensing evil, he notices that the while the orcs are only faintly evil, he can sense a malevolent glow from the black spikes, which are giving off a moderate evil aura. Neither the elf nor the cart seem evil to his senses. At Sure's call, the unaccompanied cart stops." Is it really safe?"asks a reedy voice from the direction of the cart. A moment later the robed elf fades back into view. He looks over the party, and then looks at the downed orcs with an interested expression. During the battle one of the orcs had taken a swipe at him, but it missed, and the man is uninjured. He doesn't even look ruffled." Thank you for saving me, travelers! I'd heard the roads weren't safe, but I thought it would be safe this close to the city." He smiles over at Sure." I'm not hurt, but thank you." He seems thoughtful as he looks from Sure, to Geoffrey, to There, eyeing your holy symbols." Are you from the church?" Behind the party, the city gates open. Inside, commoners and soldiers with water buckets can be seen running around and trying to douse burning buildings. The woman from the wall strides out of the gate, flanked by the two archers. They quickly start shackling the unconscious orcs. The woman casts a glance towards the party, but she seems to be occupied with securing the attackers. When There notices the fire and commotion inside the gate, he perks up. Ignoring the elf, he passes the scroll case to Geoffrey or Sure, whichever takes it." If you're all right, friends, I'm going to go help with the fire. Looks like there's still people in danger in the town." So saying, There jogs in the general direction of the gate, planning to join the bucket brigade and help firefight. "Be careful with this one. The Orc leader nearly killed him and the magic I cast could not heal the damage"Geoffrey warns the archers, before turning to the woman." Greetings. My name is Geoffrey Array, it's a pleasure to meet you - despite the circumstances. With your permission, unless their is something more important, I would like to help fighting those fires"Assuming the woman has no objections, Geoffrey will move to the burning palisade and cast create water in order to douse the flames before joining the bucket brigade. When she sees There heading for the gate, the woman from the wall leaves the orcs and walks sternly over to intercept him. She watches Geoffrey join them cautiously. Up close, you notice that she's a human woman, with golden hair and a strong jaw. She looks to be in her mid-thirties, wearing a steel breastplate under the white tabard and still carrying the tall metal staff she had on the wall, which is topped by the symbol of Below." Greetings Geoffrey Array, and to the rest of you as well. I'm Arena Woodsy, the city's chief cleric of Below and the leader of the local Adventurer's guild chapter besides." She watches her subordinates finish securing the fallen orcs, then turns back to you." That was a brave thing you did, joining the battle from the outside. This isn't the largest war band we've faced in recent days, but there is... problematic magic involved, which makes them difficult to fight."" Your help will be welcome in dealing with the fires, I'm heading that way myself. Stay close." Thorek, Geoffrey, and anyone else who wants to help follow the Woodsy into the city and begin helping douse the fires with spells and then with more mundane means. It takes a frantic hour working alongside dozens of commoners and guards, but eventually the fires are doused. In the cool aftermath, it looks like the fire must have started in the stables attached to an inn - the Soaked Sackcloth, and spread from there into the city. The stables building is ruined beyond use, and the nobody involved in the firefighting effort could have missed the charred bodies of two horses that had been trapped in the stables when the fire went up. The inn itself survived relatively unharmed, and Woodsy leads you and several of the soldiers into its common room, where the innkeeper is dishing out bowls of hot stew and tankards of ale. She sits down and gestures to invite the party to join her at the crowded table." Fire, by the tells. They're using fire now,"she shakes her head, speaking almost to herself. She looks very tired. Does everyone want to help with the fire? If not - what did you get up to in the hour it took to douse the flames? Originally Posted by pupated At Sure's call, the unaccompanied cart stops. "Is it really safe?" asks a reedy voice from the direction of the cart. A moment later the robed elf fades back into view. He looks over the party, and then looks at the downed orcs with an interested expression. During the battle one of the orcs had taken a swipe at him, but it missed, and the man is uninjured. He doesn't even look ruffled. "Thank you for saving me, travelers! I'd heard the roads weren't safe, but I thought it would be safe this close to the city." He smiles over at Sure. "I'm not hurt, but thank you." He seems thoughtful as he looks from Sure, to Geoffrey, to There, eyeing your holy symbols. "Are you from the church?" Sure makes a polite bow to the elf, before replying:"I'm from A church, as are my companions. Was there a specific one you had in mind, sir?" Originally Posted by pupated Does everyone want to help with the fire? If not - what did you get up to in the hour it took to douse the flames? Sure had gone to the robed elf and tries to engage him in polite conversation. He had been impressed by the mysterious figure's calm response to a hostile orc's attacks and wants to find out a little more about him. If the elf wants to talk, then Sure will stay with him (as long as pressing the conversation would not be considered rude). Right after the battle, Sure does occasionally glance at the unconscious orcs until he sees they are secured. Originally Posted by PH7 Sure had gone to the robed elf and tried to engage him in polite conversation. He had been impressed by the mysterious figure's calm response to a hostile orc's attacks and wants to find out a little more about him. If the elf wants to talk, then Sure will stay with him (as long as pressing the conversation would not be considered rude). Right after the battle, Sure does occasionally glance at the unconscious orcs until he sees they are secured. Sorry for skipping over this bit. The elf introduces himself as a simple trader. He gives a rushed explanation that he's been camping in the woods for a few days and selling his wares to travelers - an assortment of curios and minor magic items. He encourages Sure to find him in the city markets the following day, bids him farewell, and drags his cart into the city, dodging the crowds, and trying to avoid the remaining fires as much as possible. Originally Posted by pupated Behind the party, the city gates open. Inside, commoners and soldiers with water buckets can be seen running around and trying to douse burning buildings. The woman from the wall strides out of the gate, flanked by the two archers. They quickly start shackling the unconscious orcs. The woman casts a glance towards the party, but she seems to be occupied with securing the attackers. Evita had stayed by the knocked out orcs, ready to threaten them with her crossbow should they wake up too soon. Once the townspeople have them secured she lowers the weapon." Well then..." She looks around and chooses to follow after Geoffrey to greet the woman who seems to be in charge. Originally Posted by Rogan "Be careful with this one. The Orc leader nearly killed him and the magic I cast could not heal the damage" Geoffrey warns the archers, before turning to the woman. "Greetings. My name is Geoffrey Array, it's a pleasure to meet you - despite the circumstances. With your permission, unless their is something more important, I would like to help fighting those fires" Assuming the woman has no objections, Geoffrey will move to the burning palisade and cast create water in order to douse the flames before joining the bucket brigade. Originally Posted by pupated When she sees There heading for the gate, the woman from the wall leaves the orcs and walks sternly over to intercept him. She watches Geoffrey join them cautiously. Up close, you notice that she's a human woman, with golden hair and a strong jaw. She looks to be in her mid-thirties, wearing a steel breastplate under the white tabard and still carrying the tall metal staff she had on the wall, which is topped by the symbol of Below. "Greetings Geoffrey Array, and to the rest of you as well. I'm Arena Woodsy, the city's chief cleric of Below and the leader of the local Adventurer's guild chapter besides." She watches her subordinates finish securing the fallen orcs, then turns back to you. "That was a brave thing you did, joining the battle from the outside. This isn't the largest war band we've faced in recent days, but there is... problematic magic involved, which makes them difficult to fight." Interesting... I'd like to hear more about that, Eviva thinks to herself." Thank you, we were happy to help. My name is Evita Shan, I'm an enchanter and storyteller." "Your help will be welcome in dealing with the fires, I'm heading that way myself. Stay close." There, Geoffrey, and anyone else who wants to help follow the Woodsy into the city and begin helping douse the fires with spells and then with more mundane means. It takes a frantic hour working alongside dozens of commoners and guards, but eventually the fires are doused. In the cool aftermath, it looks like the fire must have started in the stables attached to an inn - the Soaked Sackcloth, and spread from there into the city. The stables building is ruined beyond use, and the nobody involved in the firefighting effort could have missed the charred bodies of two horses that had been trapped in the stables when the fire went up. The inn itself survived relatively unharmed, and Woodsy leads you and several of the soldiers into its common room, where the innkeeper is dishing out bowls of hot stew and tankards of ale. She sits down and gestures to invite the party to join her at the crowded table. "Fire, by the tells. They're using fire now," she shakes her head, speaking almost to herself. She looks very tired. Evita is visibly happy about getting inside after staying so long outdoors and the prospect of sleeping in a bed instead of the hard ground. The food and drink was also welcome." Sounds like you know your attackers, have they been bothering you long?", she asks after sitting down. Does everyone want to help with the fire? If not - what did you get up to in the hour it took to douse the flames? Evita had hanged around those fighting the fire, creating light and occasionally moving a bucket or two herself, then bemoaning about her frail build and weak arms. The woman shakes her head, and then brushes a sweat-stained strand of yellow hair from her face." The troubles began around three weeks ago, or- no," she frowns. "Better said, the troubles started two months ago. Back then we noticed the roads were becoming unsafe, there was an increase in attacks on travelers and traders, and there were disturbing sounds from the woods at night." She turns to look at Evita and gestures towards the city." You understand, for a market town like ours, trade is our lifeblood. So... most of the city's soldiers were split into squads and sent out to patrol the roads. We feared that a band of nomadic orc clans had moved into the region, and were preying on the road traffic. We were right, as it turned out, but that was hardly the worst of it." She takes a deep draw on her tankard." Three weeks ago, they started to attack the city directly. Just orcs - but each time accompanied by more powerful creatures, or wielding strange weapons or new magic. We'd only seen the bone spikes once before, one terrible night last week. Those fire-vials they brought tonight were new." "Those spikes... What do they do? I noticed you tried to keep the orcs alive so we did the same, and I think you said something about necromancy? But what exactly was wrong with them?" Geoffry inquires." We were on the way to join the guild, maybe we can help with those Orcs and, more important, find out who is real behind all this. Those strange magic and weapons you mentioned don't sound like a regular orc war band. More likely some crazy sorcerer of some kind... We had some success at defeating a vampire in the court of Car Sellout, we might be able to handle this problem as well"He turns to his companions to ask them"Did any of you thought about taking the letter from our cart?" Sure frowns at Geoffrey. Oh, NOW he thinks of the letter, he thinks, remembering the start of the fight." Thorek has the letter, I believe," Sure says, knowing full well the jovial paladin grabbed it half a second before he could do so himself." But I'd like to hear more about these orcs. What did they do to your patrols? And what exactly would have happened had we killed one of them? Have you tried questioning them?" Sure fires his questions quickly at the woman, not allowing her a chance to accept Geoffrey's offer without offering more information first. Spoiler: IOC Hide Don't worry, I won't object to us taking this quest. At the very least, I don't want to mess up our DM's plans. But Sure wouldn't just offer his help without more information... "Ah! The letter. Yes, I have it here,"says There, pulling the scroll case off his back and handing it to Arena." And I want to add my voice to those questions. What more powerful creatures have aided the orcs?" Evita leans back in her chair bringing her fingertips together under her chin. Interesting... very interesting... It had been a while since she had heard a true story like this, and to happen basically around them. She waits for Woodsy to answer the questions. Originally Posted by Rogan "Those spikes... What do they do? I noticed you tried to keep the orcs alive so we did the same, and I think you said something about necromancy? But what exactly was wrong with them?" Geoffrey inquires. Originally Posted by PH7 "But I'd like to hear more about these orcs. What did they do to your patrols? And what exactly would have happened had we killed one of them? Have you tried questioning them?" Originally Posted by Contact "And I want to add my voice to those questions. What more powerful creatures have aided the orcs?" "Your caution saved us all some trouble, and yourselves some nightmares. We first saw those spikes a week ago, or ones like them - they were silver back then, lead. A band of forty orcs attacked, and the garrison sallied out to fight them."" The soldiers were confident, the orcs were weak and poorly armed, and the garrison were making short work of them. Half of the attackers had already been killed before we realized our mistake." Arena stares grimly into her now empty cup." The spikes are works of dark magic. After the first few orcs died, they started shattering, releasing their foul spells. It was the magic of death. The skeleton of every orc slain that night burst from its body less than a minute after death. The soldiers were only armed with sword and spear." She turns to each member of the party, looking for signs of understanding." I tried to get outside to help the soldiers, but Captain Vine refused to unbar the gates, and by the time I got the city council to overrule his orders, it was too late for those trapped beyond the wall." Originally Posted by Rogan "We were on the way to join the guild, maybe we can help with those Orcs and, more important, find out who is real behind all this. Those strange magic and weapons you mentioned don't sound like a regular orc war band. More likely some crazy sorcerer of some kind... We had some success at defeating a vampire in the court of Car Sellout, we might be able to handle this problem as well" Originally Posted by Contact "Ah! The letter. Yes, I have it here," says There, pulling the scroll case off his back and handing it to Arena. "You came to join? We may be shorthanded, but if I let expediency dictate recruitment, I'd face a rebellion by every member who worked for their lords' nomination." She breaks open the letter and takes only a couple of seconds to read it." Ah, you have a nomination. A vampire, hiding in a lord's court, a position of power and trust. That is disturbing. It seems you could become members of the Adventurer's Guild." She rolls the letter and tucks it haphazardly behind her breastplate." I expect to be busy on a contract to the city tomorrow, so you'll have a day to settle in. Find me the day after tomorrow at the Guild headquarters, and I'll help you process your applications." Spoiler: City Map Hide Originally Posted by pupated "Your caution saved us all some trouble, and yourselves some nightmares. We first saw those spikes a week ago, or ones like them - they were silver back then, lead. A band of forty orcs attacked, and the garrison sallied out to fight them." "The soldiers were confident, the orcs were weak and poorly armed, and the garrison were making short work of them. Half of the attackers had already been killed before we realized our mistake." Arena stares grimly into her now empty cup. "The spikes are works of dark magic. After the first few orcs died, they started shattering, releasing their foul spells. It was the magic of death. The skeleton of every orc slain that night burst from its body less than a minute after death. The soldiers were only armed with sword and spear." She turns to each member of the party, looking for signs of understanding. "I tried to get outside to help the soldiers, but Captain Vine refused to unbar the gates, and by the time I got the city council to overrule his orders, it was too late for those trapped beyond the wall." Evita shakes her head." Ugh, undead are nasty. I'm sorry to hear what happened to the soldiers. I'm sure the same mistake won't be made twice?" "You came to join? We may be shorthanded, but if I let expediency dictate recruitment, I'd face a rebellion by every member who worked for their lords' nomination." She breaks open the letter and takes only a couple of seconds to read it. "Ah, you have a nomination. A vampire, hiding in a lord's court, a position of power and trust. That is disturbing. It seems you could become members of the Adventurer's Guild." She rolls the letter and tucks it haphazardly behind her breastplate. "I expect to be busy on a contract to the city tomorrow, so you'll have a day to settle in. Find me the day after tomorrow at the Guild headquarters, and I'll help you process your applications." "That sounds like an excellent plan, guild master, I'll look forward to meeting on the day after! Say, do you offer accommodation for your members or are we free to find our own housing?" Geoffrey was sure their party would have had fewer problems than those soldiers, but still it was better to prevent the undead from rising at all." I'm sorry to hear the fate of your solders. Fighting creatures with weapons that hardly deal any damage to them is a terrible situation. And having to watch them without being allowed to help was not much better"He simply nodes as Arena tells them they would have a day to rest, turns to There next and asks"Will you join me looking for the cart and the animals? Now that the acute problems are dealt with, we should bring them to the safety of the city" Originally Posted by Water Evita shakes her head. "That sounds like an excellent plan, guild master, I'll look forward to meeting on the day after! Say, do you offer accommodation for your members or are we free to find our own housing?" "The Guild keeps a small apartment for clients in need of protection, but it's reserved for emergencies. Beyond that..."the woman looks upwards to think. "There are several inns around the city who usually have space at this time of year, or if you're planning a long stay you may be able to find a landlord with a suite for rent. I also believe the temples offer spaces for vagrants to spend the night." "I believe the temple floor will offer plenty of comfort for me, says There, getting up out of his seat." I'd appreciate directions once we get back with our cart and horses." Thorek heads out of town alongside Geoffrey to find the stuff. Originally Posted by pupated "I tried to get outside to help the soldiers, but Captain Vine refused to unbar the gates, and by the time I got the city council to overrule his orders, it was too late for those trapped beyond the wall." Sounds like this captain Vine is the brains of this town's defense. Sure was a little tired after helping to put out the fires, but now, with a mystery to solve, he felt wide awake again." I'm sorry. I can't imagine what it was like to watch those brave men and women die. But surely you cannot fault captain Vine. It would have helped no one if you had gone out and died with them, my lady of Below. I wonder what will you do with the orcs our group incapacitated? Will they be questioned? If so, I might help with that. Thanks to the foresight of Rocco, I prepared a spell this morning that may enable me to comprehend their language." Spoiler: IOC Hide Isn't it fun when the name of the spell tells you exactly what it does? There and Geoffrey head out to the cart, being allowed through the gates by one of the archers who recognize you from the battle earlier on. Everything on the cart seems to be the way you left it, but the poor donkey is terrified, shaking and covered in sweat, despite the chill. Do you two want to do anything else before heading back to the city for the night? SurenArena's mouth twists into a sour expression as Sure compliments Vine, then turns to him when he mentions the orcs." I remanded them to what's left of the garrison, so they'll be in the cells of the City Watch by now. Under normal circumstances, I'd expect them to be healed, and tried. I've never been given any useful information from any of the grunts we've captured before, but if you want to try you could track down the captain in the morning." Geoffrey tries to calm the donkey, speaking in a low voice." We will take care of you... Nothing will harm you... He turns to There for a moment to ask him"Do you think the Orc leader is nearby? Or some other predator?"before continuing to take care of the animal. Originally Posted by pupated "The Guild keeps a small apartment for clients in need of protection, but it's reserved for emergencies. Beyond that..." the woman looks upwards to think. "There are several inns around the city who usually have space at this time of year, or if you're planning a long stay you may be able to find a landlord with a suite for rent. I also believe the temples offer spaces for vagrants to spend the night." "One of the inns will work out fine, I'm sure", Eviva smiles brightly,"Any particular suggestions?" Originally Posted by PH7 Sounds like this captain Vine is the brains of this town's defense. Sure was a little tired after helping to put out the fires, but now, with a mystery to solve, he felt wide awake again. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine what it was like to watch those brave men and women die. But surely you cannot fault captain Vine. It would have helped no one if you had gone out and died with them, my lady of Below. I wonder what will you do with the orcs our group incapacitated? Will they be questioned? If so, I might help with that. Thanks to the foresight of Rocco, I prepared a spell this morning that may enable me to comprehend their language." Spoiler: IOC Hide Isn't it fun when the name of the spell tells you exactly what it does? Originally Posted by pupated Sure Arena's mouth twists into a sour expression as Sure compliments Vine, then turns to him when he mentions the orcs. "I remanded them to what's left of the garrison, so they'll be in the cells of the City Watch by now. Under normal circumstances, I'd expect them to be healed, and tried. I've never been given any useful information from any of the grunts we've captured before, but if you want to try you could track down the captain in the morning." "I could come along, perhaps I can persuade them to speak? I'm told I'm good with words." She shrugs and gives the cleric a smile. Originally Posted by Water "One of the inns will work out fine, I'm sure", Evita smiles brightly, "Any particular suggestions?" Originally Posted by Water "I could come along, perhaps I can persuade them to speak? I'm told I'm good with words." She shrugs and gives the cleric a smile. "Sure, I'd welcome the help." Suren stifles a yawn." And I think I'll also look for an inn, at least for tonight." And hopefully, I'll be able to get a decent glass of wine there to wash away the foul taste of this ale, he adds to himself. When they are out Arena's earshot, Sure turns to Evita and says,"Did you see the way her face scrunched up when I praised Vine? Seems like there is a history between those two. It might be worth checking out. If there is a disagreement, we might gain an advantage. Or at least, prepare ourselves should their enmity compromise the defense of this town." Jokingly he adds,"Or maybe we'll find out they're former lovers or some such." One of the servers behind the bar is happy to give information about the inns in the city. A room at the 'Sackcloth where you're meeting the Adventurer's Guild head Arena Woodshed costs 5 silver pieces per person, per night. A night at the Black Chariot (F7) costs 2 gold pieces per night per person, and the Crimson Mug (K2) offers luxurious suites that sleep between two and six for 20 gold pieces a night. She's probably so forthcoming since the inn she works at is the cheapest of the lot. Spoiler: Gridded City Hide Originally Posted by PH7 "Sure, I'd welcome the help." Sure stifles a yawn. "And I think I'll also look for an inn, at least for tonight." And hopefully, I'll be able to get a decent glass of wine there to wash away the foul taste of this ale, he adds to himself. "Yes, I think I shall find a nice fluffy bed for myself as well. Or one can at least hope. Thank you, guild master, I'll look forward to seeing you in a day or two." When they are out Arena's earshot, Sure turns to Evita and says, "Did you see the way her face scrunched up when I praised Vine? Seems like there is a history between those two. It might be worth checking out. If there is a disagreement, we might gain an advantage. Or at least, prepare ourselves should their enmity compromise the defense of this town." Jokingly he adds, "Or maybe we'll find out they're former lovers or some such." Evita smirks." Wouldn't surprise me, 'tis a small town after all. But you're right, it wouldn't hurt to find out how deep the grudge goes. Shouldn't be too hard either, public figures like they are, there's got to be gossip." Originally Posted by pupated One of the servers behind the bar is happy to give information about the inns in the city. A room at the 'Sackcloth where you're meeting the Adventurer's Guild head Arena Woodshed costs 5 silver pieces per person, per night. A night at the Black Chariot (F7) costs 2 gold pieces per night per person, and the Crimson Mug (K2) offers luxurious suites that sleep between two and six for 20 gold pieces a night. She's probably so forthcoming since the inn she works at is the cheapest of the lot. Spoiler: Gridded City Hide "Well then! I shall give your place the first try", Eviva replies happily and drops the silver on the counter,"I'm not prejudiced towards cheap prices. If it's not to my taste I will simply switch tomorrow, but I'm sure it won't come to that." She gives the servant a wink. Originally Posted by Rogan He turns to There for a moment to ask him "Do you think the Orc leader is nearby? Or some other predator?" before continuing to take care of the animal. "It is odd, certainly. Perhaps there is a general malaise over the region due to the sinister forces at work?" Thorek uses his detect evil once again to scan the immediate region before trying to calm down the donkey and lead the cart back into town. Other than that, he doesn't have much to do in town, so he's going to head to the temple district and look for a temple that will let him crash there. Spoiler: Handle Animal Hide (1d20+5)[12]

Adventure Box [IC]|rating:4.0

Secret Love (Yoshie and I)

Moving about his lounge room, Daniel Michaels enjoyed his morning coffee, soon though he would be suffering the cold wind outside. He didn't like winter, he'd always hated the wind here at the base of the mountains, but he had a well paying job and job security, so he wasn't going to leave for the sake of a few degrees. What was puzzling him about the town though was the recent arrival of various little gifts, notes, and occasionally just a simple card. There was never a name, nor a signature, that he could use to identify the mysterious sender, but sure enough, as he looked through the glass wall beside his front door, he could see another card there this morning. Whoever it was hard to love the cold here as much as he hated it. Shaking his head, he walked over and opened the door, looking around fruitlessly for signs of who it was, and knowing there would be none. "Like always." he muttered to himself as he picked the card up and returned to the warmth of his fireplace to finish his coffee before he left for work. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Seduction hated the cold. Seduction hated everything about the cold. She hated wearing more than the necessary amount of clothing needed to cover her body. She hated seeing her breath in the air and most of all she hated the wind creeping up her dress giving her that uncomfortable chill in the places not needing air at the moment. Trying to desperately warm her body she wrapped her minx around her. It didn't help that she reached for the short 'only comes to my chest' minx. She didn't think it would be that cold tonight, then again she was never one to pay attention to the weather channel. She only braved this kind of weather for one reason. That lovely man that she met the night she fractured her arm. She did not know his name, she practically knew nothing about him all she knew were those eyes of his, those eyes that could make a rabid dog act as a puppy again. His eyes; those windows to her soul that shut down all thinking to her cerebrum every time she thought about him, but she did know one thing, she knew where he lived. So almost every day like clockwork she sent a letter, a thank you card or candy to his doorstep. Never had it occurred to her that she should have sent a name, number or contact information to his step with the letters. For now, she would just lay in her bed and think about her secret love, arms wrapped around her holding her tight. With a soft frown, Daniel put his long coat on and walked out into the cold. He needed to get to work, and this time, he planned on getting there in spite of his car hating the temperature as much as he did. With the latest addition to his collection of mysterious 'tokens', as he'd taken to calling them, inside, he hoped there wouldn't be more when he returned. It wasn't often he found 2 lots, but it had happened. "Come on." he growled as he struggled to get his car to start. When it finally started, he drove off towards the little office he worked in, and set about the lot of nothing he usually did as the IT support for the business. He only ever really worked when someone did something more than unplugged a device they shouldn't have, purposefully or not, and so it leads to him often being paid to just sit there and randomly run system scans of the network while browsing the internet. When he was finally finished, he went to the Chinese restaurant not far from his house to get something, since he didn't particularly feel like cooking, and he wanted to have more time to study the latest offering from whoever it was. He knew he had to know the person, but he had no idea. Either he was imagining it all, or she was more cat than a cat. He planned on making it a late night again, she sneered as she stood at his door and peered into his window, it was dark. Usually there would be a light on somewhere, either he didn’t like sleeping in the dark or he was paranoid about leaving all the lights off while he was home. She put the basket of cookies down by the door and prayed that Ricky would not come and eat them again. Ricky was the Raccoon she named that always seemed to eat her sugar cookies and her almond cookies. So, she decided that when she would bake for her lover she had to bake for her new friend too. Going back to the car she got out a smaller basket a blue one the bigger one was purple, her favorite color besides black. She sat it down on the side of the house. She chuckled to herself. Furthermore, she was the secret admirer, but she had an animal admirer that loved her almost as much as she loved him. Furthermore, she hopped in her car and went back to her little vacation cabin in the woods. His other surprise should be here by morning if all goes right, and it had the proper check-ups and things in order. Getting back to the cabin she lit the fireplace and lay down on the white rug. She wanted so desperately to be next to him, but it was not time yet. She hoped in her head that he would like the cookies, she loved sugar cookies, and she made two kinds; one with frosting and the other snick doodles. The almond cookies just always had a nice sugary almond taste to them as well. Maybe she should have made him dinner instead, she wondered did he ever eat healthy or did he always order out? Waiting for his order to be cooked, Daniel played around idly with his phone, putting it back into his pocket with annoyance when the game he looked at seemed to be too hard to play the first level of, but then he also hadn't looked at the instructions screen. When they called his number, he took his little back of Szechuan beef and practically ran to his car to escape the cold, only to find the interior of his car had cooled down quicker than he'd expected, causing him to freeze for a few more minutes until the heater warmed it all up again. The drive home was uneventful, except for the idle amusement of watching someone's cat running across their roof and then slipping on the frosted tiles, and then catching itself at the guttering. Pulling into the driveway, he frowned. Another gift. He was going to have to do something about this, as it was beginning to annoy him more than intrigue him over who it was. The lack of anything to say who it was meant that the police likely wouldn't do anything unless there was something to say it was a threat, and therefore would say not to worry until it reached that point." At least it's something I can eat,"he thought to himself as he saw what it was,"And the blasted raccoon didn't get it either. It must have been what the empty baskets had in them." Picking them up, he juggled his bag of Chinese into the same hand and then unlocked his door before heading in. Flicking the light on, he sat the basket and the bag down, and quickly closed the door before turning on the gas heater. Laying down by the fireplace she had nothing to wrap up in. Her covers, blanket and quilt were all upstairs, turning around her eyes were blinded by lights, they seem to be high-beams, but from a car? No one would come up the hill or down the hill this late in the night unless… it was him. Yes she heard that rickety ass car anywhere. She knew the sound of the squeaking breaks and the shitty wide turn he always made. She damn near fell over the sofa trying to get to the window to even catch a glimpse of him and from where her cabin was she could always tell when he was home because he’d always leave at least one light on, and that one light kept her company even in the darkest of night. There was that wide turn that signaled it was him, the turnpike was not a small road, if ten ton trucks and sixteen wheelers could make a turn clean enough without hitting the car on the opposing end then why couldn’t he? She shook her head and put on her minx, Winery wanted to see him, so bad so that she would brave the thing she hated the most… Grandfather Winter. Headed out the door she locked up and grabbed her Rolls-Royce hopped in and followed him without headlights on. Once Winery was sure he was in the house, she parked in some bushes and since her car was as black as night he would not notice it, until morning that was; when the sun made everything brighter and the candy pant on her baby would even blind that of a deer. Getting out of the car eagerly she stupidly slammed the door. Cringing at the sound she palmed herself in the head and tried to creep up to the window of his cabin. In her hand, was her treat to herself Johnny Walker, a few almond cookies, and a plate of leftover dinner that she made. She was planning to stakeout his house until morning and then head back to her cabin and record it all in her journal. Ricky on the other hand had other ideas. The moment she went to perch Ricky pounced on her and made very loud squeak like noises. He was trying to get to her cookies!“Damn you! I already fed you, didn’t I? No, these are mine… quit making so much noise, or he will catch the both of us…QUIT IT!” Her voice was loud and stern. The raccoon stopped and looked at her in disappointment. How could she resist a face like that? She reached in the bag and dug out one cookie. Ricky, so excited, jumped again and this time she fell and was knocked into the door. This entire racket seemed to scare Ricky, and he bounced off leaving her to explain anything if he were to come to the door. Daniel had just sat down eat after his house had warmed up, flicking the TV on while he inhaled the aroma of his dinner. Then he heard what he could have sworn was a car door, but looking out the window, he couldn't see a thing. Shrugging, he began to eat, and lost himself in daydream at the usual boring, repetitive news reports." I must be morbid, or something,"he muses as he takes the last mouthful, I only watch the news to see if anyone was shot, stabbed, or otherwise murdered." He ended the thought with a chuckle, and takes the empty take-out container into the kitchen and tosses it into the bin. Getting a glass down, he rummages through his fridge and gets out a bottle of vodka, not his usual brand, but it was a new one that had some kind of unusual mixer added to it. As he poured it out, he stops, hearing a rather large thud against his door, and surprised it hadn't been followed with the sound of cracking or shattering glass. Sitting the bottle down on the counter top, he walks curiously over, and sees a silhouette against the door. Opening it slowly, he looked down and saw the woman he'd helped a couple of months prior. "Hello?" he asked, and then gave her a little smile, offering his hand to help her up, "I know you, don't I? That woman who broke her arm, right? I never got your name. It's too cold to be out there, so come inside to the heater, and then you can tell me why you came to visit me." he says with a chuckle." Would you like a drink of anything? I have all sorts of alcoholic and not, just take your pick, chances are it's in the fridge." he offers her and makes a soft gesture towards his couches, which, just by looking at them, it could be seen that anyone sitting in them would need to be careful about sinking out of sight. "I don't really have any neighbors close by, so it means you either meant to find me, or you're lost, looking for someone else." Furious, frustrated and now flustered she sneered. The bottle of Johnny Walker still in her hand miraculously not broken Winery sighed relief as she hugged her bottle. That entire racket did stir someone and that someone had come to the door that belonged to him to see what said noise was about. By now the raccoon was nowhere to be seen, or heard for that manner and this made Winery very perturbed. Having her night of stalking ruined by some damn animal and then her dress was now messy to boot, if you want to count a few twigs and leaves here and there mess. Her hair was now out of the pretty style and down to her shoulders instead of pent-up like she wanted and then the man of her dreams was standing there trying to help her up. She grabbed his hand and then looked into those eyes, those eyes she lusted after for so long. She wanted to kiss him, to caress him, to love him right then and there but all she could muster to do was hand him the cookies and the plate of food and take her Johnny into his house. Looking around his abode she saw all kinds of things that were similar to her cabin on the hill, especially the fireplace. Where her fireplace was white brick his was different, but he had a rug there too! She moved over to the kitchen searching for a wine glass and then heading over to the couch she took off her minx and laid it on the arm of the chair, a much ruder thing to do, but she did not feel like finding a closet and making the mistake of heading into a bathroom. Pouring her a drink she looked at him and then began her rant.“That damn raccoon… and they call themselves carnivores. I beg to differ… how dare he, she is! I made it a basket of cookies, and it wanted mine too! Greedy, gluttons… damn him!” She hissed taking a big gulp of her JW. She looked over at him and moved her head to get her hair from out of her face, she was flustered and didn’t know what to do. “No, thanks I brought my own liquor…” She swallowed again some more poison and then pointed to the plate. “I made some BBQ Spare Ribs, Macaroni and Cheese and string beans. I could not eat it all so there, it’s your plate now… At least it didn’t get to Ricky.” She said somewhat satisfied. “It’s still warm come over by the kitchen so that you don’t get any on your carpet, looks expensive. By the way I am Seduction, Winery, Seduction.” Listening to her talk as she walked in, he got a confused look on his face, already a voice in his mind telling him he should have just left well enough alone and left her out there. "Ricky?" he asked eventually, and shrugged, following her suggestion about going to the kitchen. "Actually, raccoons are omnivores, scavengers to be precise. They'll eat anything they can get their hands on, but if it has sugar, you can bet a raccoon will want it more than any kid, and will put up more of a Missy fit if you won't give it to them." he says with a laugh. Picking up his just poured vodka, he smiled. "Daniel Michaels, or Michael Daniel, if you want to call me the same name an old boss used to, because he read the personnel files literally, and because of my last name being almost the same as a first name..." he laughed and shrugged a little." So what brings you to my neck of the woods? Surely you didn't just go driving door to door to try and find me to bring some dinner?" he asked, but then his eyes lit up as he connected a few dots. "The Raccoon... Taking things from you... You being here with those biscuits..." he pauses for just a moment, "You're the one that's been leaving them on my step for the last couple of months, aren't you?" he asked, puzzled but also intrigued once more. "Why be secretive? You never left a name, so I could say thank you for the lovely baskets you left, but I figure the raccoon got the contents. I got the first basket to still have biscuits in it tonight." Taking a big swig of his drink, he sat his glass down, "How'd you get here? There's no car in sight..." It's also supposed to snow quite heavily tonight, so if you live too far from here, you're welcome to spend the night in the guest room, if you'd like." he says cautiously, "I don't usually have guests, so I'll have to go make the bed up, but I can't have you driving around in the snow." Winery blushed as he finally caught on. “You are a smart one, I was hoping to play the wounded gazelle or at least some dumb blonde that was lost in the woods or some shit. Eh, I guess the jig is up… Yes I am your stalker slash personal guardian. I am the one who has been making those baskets for you, I have been baking those cookies and I made that plate to sit outside your house and watch you while I ate. My car is parked in the bushes to the left of your house, shine a flashlight in that direction, and you can’t miss the candy paint on my black Rolls-Royce. Yes, we have met. I was the girl with the fractured arm. It’s better now, but I wanted to see you again, unfortunately I did not want to break another bone in my body to make this possible, so I chose the next best thing… stalking. Besides, it would blow, me falling for you playing the whole Captain Save-a-Hoe and then all a sudden I find out that you are married with like three children.” She paused and took another swig of her drink. “Are you?” She stood beside him and then stood in front of him measuring how tall he was compared to her, and now she could see those beautiful eyes up close. She got really close to his face and then smiled. “You are even more beautiful in person. I can’t take my eyes off of you, and it’s not just the alcohol talking. You are tall dark and handsome someone like you has to be married… or gay. Your house is wonderful and clean compared to some houses that I have set eyes on, you are meticulous in the sense of the word and so well-spoken. I like that. Speaking of which, did you like my baking…. I mean I am a better cook than a baker, but I do have a sweet tooth, I hope you did too.” She blushed. When he offered her to spend the night she froze this time filling her glass to the top and drinking it down. “Well… if that would not be too much trouble, I had already planned on staying… just outside the house.” Listening to her explanation, he smiled a little, "No, not married or gay. The girlfriend I had a couple of months before you hurt yourself... She was married. Now she's not. The husband didn't like that she was cheating on him." he says quietly, watching as she moved in front of him. Smiling nervously as she looked into his eyes. "Staying outside would not have been smart in the temperatures it reaches here. I seem to get the coldest temps in the entire valley, the thickest snow fall on my car, that kind of thing. I would have come outside to find a Winery icicle." he laughs out, "And it would have been another Captain Save-a-Hoe mission..." Putting a hand gently on her shoulder, he smiled to the rest of her compliments, and then countered them. "Tall dark and handsome is the alcohol talking, the house is clean because I'm either in the kitchen, in bed, in the bathroom, or on the couch. Nowhere else gets used, so it can't get messy. Because the little mess I do make is confined to those places, it's easy to keep clean." he says with a grin, and then nods, "I did like them, and I think that's the reason the raccoon gives you so much trouble. You gave him a crack-addiction to them." Finishing his drink, he sat the glass down inside the sink, and then headed towards the guest room, "I'll get the bed made for you, and put the electric blanket on so that you won't freeze your nipples off." he says and then laughs a bit, "But then, you did plan to freeze more than just those..." As he went into the bedroom, he closed his eyes for a moment to think. He was going to need to make her leave in the morning. He'd already encouraged her too much. That she was determined to do this was evident by her constant leaving of the baskets and cards, and even driving here with the intention of sleeping on his front step in spite of almost certainly fatal cold temperature. She was going to be trouble whether he was nice to her or not. She gathered herself. Furthermore, she was coming on too strong, but she didn’t care. He was not married, he was not gay, and he had no children that he mentioned or there were no pictures that indicated as such. She sighed as he walked away from her. How was she going to tell him that this was not just some girl that was grateful that he came along when he did. No, this was a grown woman with woman needs. She needed to be caressed, to be cared for to be loved and to be lusted after. She wanted him to herself, and she was the type that always got what she wanted and was not going to take no for an answer. He did offer her the guest room so that was a start but what she wanted was to have his room, to lie beside him and to be held in his arms. She crossed her arms and headed toward the guest door making a record of the things that were there in the room and the kitchen and the hallway and the living room area. She was cautious even when she didn’t need to be.“Well, sure… I mean since it’s a storm and all I will stay here, but may I ask where you will be sleeping Innocent? I mean what if I need to find the bathroom or get a drink of water late in the night. Furthermore, I do not want to disturb you by fumbling around in your house not knowing where things will be, so will you show me your bedroom?” She asked politely giving a half-hearted schoolgirl smile. Jumping slightly as she walked up behind him, he snapped out of his thoughts, "Oh, I'll be at the end of the hall, where it turns and goes up a half-flight of stairs. The people who built this place didn't think the step at the front was enough, but a full flight would be too many..." he says with a chuckle, "Seven steps. I counted one night after drinking, because I kicked my toes on every single one of them." Going over to the cupboard, he grabs the electric blanket out, unfolding it as he lays it down on the bed. "This one can get quite hot, so don't put it over the '2' mark, unless you want a roast Winery in the morning." he laughs, "Do you prefer feather filled donas and pillows? Or not?" he asked, pulling out a couple of Egyptian cotton sheets for the bed." I could just send her on her way,"he thinks to himself, frowning at himself for contemplating something which would likely kill her if something wrong happened,"But if I let her stay, she'll think I like her more than I do. I'm not even sure I do like her, in any way. Furthermore, I only helped her that time, and it wasn't even anything life-threatening." As he spread the sheets out, he looked to his guest, "So what do you do for a living? Your clothes tell me that you're either good at whatever business you're in, or you were born into money." “Far from being born into money, I was actually quite poor growing up. I remember going weeks without food. Sometimes even months without it. I remember not wanting new clothes for Christmas and not wanting toys but just wanting somewhere I can rest safely without the danger of hearing a voice of anger or waking up to rain, snow, or blistering heat. Sometimes all I prayed for was a hot shower. So, instead of complaining about it, I did something about it. I worked, and worked and worked until my hands bled. I walked to interviews and school till I had to eventually crawl home. Now, I am the owner of a nightclub called Temptation. I have my own perfume line named after my little sister ‘Passion’ and I run a magazine called Mistress Inc. I am doing very good from going from nothing to somewhat of something.” She said with a half-hearted smile. Looking at the pillows she could not decide. “Give me one of each and I will do the rest. You do not have to work so hard dear I will be gone way before morning. Remember, I am not supposed to be here anyway. Besides, I don’t want to intrude on you if ever you bring another woman up here.” The last sentence was a hiss, and she tried to cover it up. She was used to shielding herself from pain, the physical kind, but she was not used to dealing with emotional kind. What was a woman in love to do? Nodding as she spoke, he listened to her story carefully, but was unable to wonder why a woman like her would then start acting as, to be blunt, crazy, as she was. Planning to sleep on someone's step in the middle of winter was never smart, but for someone who actually had money, had a home? He could only be glad that she said she would be gone by morning. Pulling down the two different pillows, he sat them on the bed for her and gave her a smile, still being as sincere as he could manage with a woman he was rapidly starting to think had more than a little fixation on him. Then she practically hissed at him at the thought of another woman here. "Look, Winery, I think you've had too much to drink tonight. The way you're acting is starting to make me uncomfortable." he says to her, as politely and tactfully as he could manage, while being to the point about it." I've never met a woman like you, and the fact you had said you intended to camp on my step was a little off-putting, but behaving the way you just did... That was not called for. I think you should get some rest once the bed is made, and sleep off the alcohol. I don't particularly want to discuss it further, because Know will turn into a fight, which I would rather not have, especially with a woman who's been drinking." He was aggressive, she was not at all used to someone that was aggressive for that would imply that she would be passive and give into what he was saying or had said. She eyed him, those eyes which she adored had a certain fire about them that made her instinctively quit while she was ahead. She knew that this was his house and that he would be the one calling the shots. Furthermore, she buckled, something that she never did. In her world this would turn into a fight. In her world he would have been hers for the taking. Why was nothing going as planned? Her whole night ruined by that damn rodent and now this? This was turning into a nightmare. She decided to nod her head and bit her lip, however the defeated look made her look all the more cute. Her eyes lowered, and she retreated to her quarters for the night. She didn’t apologize, no, she would never do that. She could never do that because in her eyes she did no wrong. But why was he not as easy as all the others? What was it about him that made her buckle so hard and even more why didn’t she just grab her things and leave when he called her out? She didn’t close the door she just stripped down to her bra and panties. No light, she didn’t need it not when she was about to sleep. She crawled under the cover and hid like the cat she was.“G’night…” She said meekly. Blinking at the way her demeanor changed, he was more surprised at the way she seemed to forget he was there a moment later and took almost all her clothing off. He couldn't deny she had a nice figure now, not after seeing that much of it. It actually took him several moments to realize she'd then covered herself up in bed and had said goodnight. "Oh... uh Good night, Winery. I'm sorry for the outburst, but I just don't appreciate being spoken to like you did, especially in my house. I hope you understand." he says as he walks out of the room, heading first to the kitchen to clean up before heading into his room. Once he had gotten into his room, he closed the door, but left it slightly ajar so that if he had to get up through the night, he could get out without needing to turn the light on to find the door knob, which he somehow always managed to be unable to find in the dark. Pulling his clothes off and tossing them to the little laundry basked he kept behind his door, he slipped into bed in just his boxers, shivering until he was under the blankets and with his electric blanket warmed up." If she hadn't turned up, it would have been turned on and warmed by now."he mumbled to himself as he drifted off, almost immediately his mind filled with images of her body. Winery was still woke, and she heard what he said she just didn’t like the idea of another female on her so-called turf. She liked him, she really she did admire everything that he had done and done for her. She was taken with him, but how was she to show him that without causing such a ruckus about it? Furthermore, she could not sleep, this was a strange place she was in and the wind coming through the crack in the window did not help/ She didn’t want to get up and close it for fear that he would pounce on her once more. Then again isn’t that what she wanted? To be pounced on? To be ordered around and told what to do? She was always the aggressor, she was always the one telling them what to do that having someone for once correct her was rather erotic. She tossed and turned in the bed trying to find some way some desperate way to close her eyes and drift off to that place that she called sleep, dreamland, paradise. However, the only way she could go to sleep now was if he was holding her, caressing her, loving her. Fuck it! She said quietly and eased out of her cold prison that was the empty guest bed of the lover she wanted. She was determined to have him, even if just for tonight she would fight a rape case to get him to touch her. Tip toeing into his room she saw him laying there half naked, naked she didn’t know and at this point in time she did not care. Folding the covers back she got under them and kissed his stomach, then his chest then his neck. He was so warm to the touch. So…desirable. She could not help what came next. The bra, the panties they all came off she licked his sides with her tongue, she placed his hands on her breasts, her nipples as hard as diamonds.“I want you so bad… I desire you in the worst way. Please be mine, at least for tonight.” She said kissing him in his sleep. Her hand went down and touched his dick it was very thick, licking her lips she played with it and decided to put it in her mouth carefully licking the sides and then swirling her tongue around the head and the base one time before deep throating it. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep for when his dream began to suddenly take a far dirtier turn than they normally did, feeling the warmth of someone against him, then somewhere in his mind he felt her breasts, sleepily beginning to message them, knead them. Unable to help it, or even aware of it to begin with, he slowly began to get hard, his mind running over the countless things he was doing to the woman in his dreams. In his mind, there was a figure over him, sweet, innocent, and familiar. What he didn't realize was that there was a familiar woman over him, but she was far from innocent in what she was planning. Her taking him into her mouth elicited a whispered moan, his hips twitching slightly as if willing to push into her. As she swallowed him, his breathing slowly became more pronounced, his dreams becoming more vivid as his arousal grew. The woman over him had shifted, kneeling between his legs as she sucked on him, and slowly she became more detailed, like the rest of his dream. Her flowing hair, her intense and passionate stare. He began to mumble in his sleep, his mind pushing what Winery was doing to him and the sight of her stripping down in front of him together. "Winery..." he whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. Licking and sucking and throating his dick was something of a pastime to her. She drooled and slurped at the same time. She was so wet. Furthermore, she commented as she stopped to caress his growing erection.“Mmm, my Innocent you taste better than I imagined. I want you, I want all of you. Please give me what I want and I in turn will make your wildest fantasies come true. I lust after you, I need you, and I want you to have me, all of me.” She took off her panties, they were laced in cum. Cum that he made. She could not bear it anymore, and she mounted him and slipped his dick inside her. He was so thick that it made her moan aloud. But he felt so damn good, she bit her lip and slid down some more. The way he filled her, the way his veins touched every part of her pussy she purred and leaned down and grabbed her. She didn’t care that at any moment she could wake him up, all she cared about was that she was about to cum, she was about to have an orgasm, and she was going to ride his dick till she screamed and there was nothing he could do about it. When he felt her lower herself onto him, his entire body arched up gently, as if he were threatening to wake up. Indeed, with his breathing increasing slightly, and her movements causing him to squirm beneath her, it would only be a matter of time now until he woke up. But how much could Daniel's sleeping body take before his nocturnal visitor would push him that far? Absent-mindedly, his hands began to wander a little, moving to her legs and then erratically working their way to her waist, where they held her weakly, like he was lifting and lowering her onto himself. Throughout her mounting, he murdered quietly, the words unintelligible. Suddenly though, he groaned much louder than he had been before, but did not stir from the sleep, seemingly the line between his dreams and his body now blurred such that it was the same in his dream as it was in the world. That one moment in time when he touched her… that one moment in time where their bodies met and melted together, to have his thickness inside of her. This was what she wanted; no this is what she desired more than the stalking more than watching him when he slept. She wanted him to touch her, whether it was involuntary or voluntary, she wanted him as he was. She rode him like a rodeo, she was his cowgirl and he was her steed. Furthermore, she cupped his balls and with the other hand she touched his face. Furthermore, she leaned in and then kissed those soft sleeping lips of his. Winery was in her own little world now, on the brink of an orgasm and pinching her own nipples. She looked down at the sleeping man and then placed her breasts on his face, not expecting him to do anything but just his warmth was enough for her. Her hands went from his balls to his chest and stayed there. She then leaned her whole body down onto of his chest and went from fucking him to casually making love to him. Dreaming away as the girl in his dreams took him, straddling him as her figure above him taunted him, her lips away from his reach, Daniel's peak started building. In turn, his mind was starting to wrest itself from the dreams influenced by Winery's claiming of his slumbering form, and moving towards that point where he would awaken, his body rippling with pleasure. At the soft kiss, his arms moved up around her, holding her close against him in that insanely and surprisingly strong grip of a sleeping person. It was only a minute of this slower, more gentle, pace before he let out a groan, his hips suddenly pushing up to make her body swallow his entire length in her as he came, his eyes opening in surprise and confusion as it hit him like a crashing wave." Fuck, Winery!" he said, his words tinged with shock, confusion and a slight undertone of desire at the sight of her naked and astride him. "What... What gave you the idea you... That you could come in here and do this?" he asked, trying to wrap his mind around a situation that made no sense to him. "You have some explaining to do, unless you want the police to be called." Winery’s nighttime rendezvous by herself, with his unconscious body was quite ruined because of him waking up. She looked down at the floor somewhat ashamed at what she had done. Then she turned to him and hugged him.“You saved my life… you were there when no one else was. I mean I don’t have many friends, I don’t have many people that want to be around me and I live alone. I’ve always lived alone. When I saw you again I could not help myself. I showered you with gifts hoping that you would return the affection I was giving out. I baked for you, I cooked for you and I even took it upon myself to buy you a new car because I know how the old one breaks down on you. Furthermore, I have money, I have status, I have power, and I have people that want to be me. Furthermore, I am in the perfect position in my life from an outsider looking in however, all the things that someone with none of those things has… I envy them because they are rich in friends, family, and surrounded by people that love their company… just for their company not for anything else.” She sighed and looked at him. “You are a wonderful man and any woman would be lucky to have you. But, they will never love you like I love you and could never desire you like I do. All I ever wanted was someone like you… who cares when no one else does and who makes me try when all I want to do is give up.” She stopped and then forcibly kissed his lips prying his mouth open and shoving her tongue down his throat. Her look of shame confused him somewhat, leaving him puzzled just as to what her motivation in this had been. When she spoke of the things she'd been doing for him, but then when she moved onto why, he kind of understood, although it didn't excuse what she'd just been doing. He was about to reply to her when she kissed him, his eyes just going wide. Pushing her away, he tried to make it clear he wasn't interested, both in his actions and his words. "Look, Winery. I didn't 'save your life'. You only fractured your arm, it wasn't going to kill you. While the cooking you've done was nice, when I managed to actually find it before the raccoon, it wasn't done in the most ideal of ways. The cards began to creep me out, because they were turning up daily, and without a name of who sent them." he says, pulling his blankets up over him." You may think you have feelings for me, but you don't. It's misguided gratitude. I don't have feelings for you, and after what you just did, I think it would be best if you stayed in the other room until morning, and then left straight after breakfast. I'll put this behind us if you can just let it drop. Furthermore, I don't particularly want to think of what would happen to your reputation and the things it could do to your business enterprises if it were to become known that you raped a man. Furthermore, I'm not implying I will blackmail you, but if you can't control yourself, I will report the matter to the police, and then it will come out." Seduction’s eyebrows lowered indicating that she was indeed angry. Her mouth lay open when he said what he said.“How dare you!” She said surprised. “Misguided gratitude? Not in the least. I would do nothing of the sort for someone I was infatuated with. I like you a lot and just being around you makes me happy. Maybe it was because I was so lonely all these years, and maybe it was because I found you appealing but your personality… You are nothing more than a bad guy playing the nice guy role.” She glared at him as she got up out of his bed and after about two minutes she finally found her bra and panties. Grabbing them up off the floor she put them on. “I liked you because you were seemingly a nice person, but you … I don’t know what you are. What are you afraid of?” She then grabbed her things and stood by his door.“You are nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing…” She said as she closed his bedroom door and walked out to her car. Daniel could only shake his head at her refusal to see things as they were. Pointing out the consequences only seemed to upset her, which meant she couldn't see herself doing anything wrong at all. Either that meant she was simply not used to being told 'no', or she had some kind of delusion or disorder that meant consequences meant nothing to her. After a moment though, he got up and put on some clothes and walked out. He saw her shirt and pants where she'd dropped them by the bed, and then grabbed them, rushing outside after her." Winry, whether you think less of me for being upset that you tried to fuck me while I slept, it's insanity to come outside in this kind of temperature in just your underwear!" he says, handing them to her. "You just need to realize not every man is just going to jump at the chance to be with you. The kind of man that does that is only in it for one of two things, possibly both. Your money, or sex." Being a child that was spoiled and had never been told no and then growing into an adult that has everything she could ever want and then still being told no. Her eyes narrowed as she peered at him. He was standing there with her clothes in his hand. He was right; she could not just leave in her bra and panties…even if that’s what she was going to do. The moment he mentioned that not every man was like the ones she always attracted she crossed her arms and then faced him.“And what? You think you are different? You think you are special? Then tell me Innocent why are you so lonely, huh? Why are you by yourself, huh? And I am used to getting what I want when I want it. Yes, I am spoiled I will admit that but you… Maybe I was wrong about you.” She came closer to him to try and take her clothing from his hands and as soon as she came close to him, she blushed. “Just give me my things and I will be on my way.” Frowning as she turned and made no initial attempt to get her clothes from him, he just closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath. When she spoke, he opened them quickly. She was still seeing him as the culprit in all this? "Who said I was lonely?" he asked, and then just smirked as he handed her back her clothing. "As to why I am different, you've seen why. I haven't jumped at the chance to bed you, nor have I made a grab for anything with a cost more than I could afford. Because I told you that I didn't appreciate waking up to a woman I had only known for a very short time riding me, that had obviously been quite happily doing so for a few minutes." Taking a breath again to stop himself from simply going into another outburst, Daniel then shook his head, "There are so many not-creepy ways to get a guy's attention, but you've done almost all the ones that would scare most guys away." She eyed him as he handed her back her clothes and then stood there momentarily. “Okay, so apparently I am creepy. I have done more to damage the relationship than to make it beneficial. So what do I do now? Do I just forget that you and I did this? I mean it would be better seeing as though you are not pleased with me.” She frowned at him and then sighed. “I get it… no need to explain. I’m forceful, I know… I’ll leave you be no need to say anything more.” She said as she got into her car. "I did not say you were creepy, only the way you tried to get my affections." he says, "When you were sitting in my lounge having a drink, you seemed quite a nice person." Leaning down to her window, he shook his head, "You cannot forget it happened, even if you would wish it. Learn from it, use it to teach you that there are often better ways to get to a man's heart than simply surprising him like that. Inside, I told you if you were to abandon the craziness with which you have pursued me thus far, I would not do anything that would ruin your reputation. Perhaps if you were to tone things back a bit and take things at a steadier pace, you might find me more receptive." he explains quietly, taking a deep breath and then shivering from the cold. "I do not wish to give you false hope that there is a certainty there will be a relationship, however, but only that this would be a clean slate, where you can have a chance to show me that you really do wish to have a relationship with me, that is based on getting to know each other first. Some force can be fun, but not when it is the force that determines whether the relationship exists or not." His words wee truth, but it was a truth that she was not listening to. She looked at him and then sighed, and she finally told the truth. “Listen… it has been a while… some time now that I have had feelings for another that was not my own husband. And…even those at the time were forced in a way. I was always used to force. Force got me where I am today and force is what makes me aggressive, in all aspects. I was never a gentle lover, I am not an easy person and I do not like to be told no, was never one to accept no and always in a sense found a way around it. So there you have it… my life in a nutshell. I was not sheltered, I was not cradles, and I was not spoiled. Everything I have been by my own doing and force. But… if you would not mind teaching me this new way of affection I would be willing to learn.” She said uncomfortably. Smiling softly, he thought in silence for a few moments, "You like to be aggressive. That isn't a problem, not something that would need to change, provided aggressive no longer involves trying to bed me while I sleep." he tells her, before leaning close, "But I won't deny it was an attractive sight to wake up to. You do have a wonderful body." he whispers before turning back towards his house, "So if you would like to return to the warmth, you would be welcome to, just don't spring any more surprise sex on me." Pushing his door open again, he turned to see if she was following, enjoying the brisk mixture of cold against one side of him, and the warmth hitting him from the inside. Winery jumped in surprised then her eyes narrowed. She then blushed as she heard his compliment about her body. Winery was always self conscience about her body, even though she had men falling at her feet she knew that they only wanted one thing. She wanted more than that and now that she found her someone she was determined to do whatever it was to make him happy and to be his one and only. Aggression was her way of saying she liked you but in this case aggression is not the way to go.“Can I at least finish with your body before we go Platonic…? I mean I was in the middle of my orgasm when you woke up, and I didn’t get a chance to get off. So would you mind doing me that favor before we um go back to step one.” "Are you able to keep to that?" he teased a little, although he was partly serious as well, "What about out there, propped against your car?" he asked, a soft smirk playing across his lips at the idea of seeing her bent over the hood of her car. "Letting the cool air blow across your body as you heat up inside. Or would you rather in front of the fire place, since you're still sitting in your underwear in the cold?" Even though he was determined to keep things with Winery as purely Platonic, as a compromise to keep her from trying anything insane again, the image of her bent in over in front of him, or underneath him, or in any sexual position he cared to think of, was having an effect on him, and any glance at his crotch would make that clear. “I like it when you are nasty! Fuck me on the hood of my car. Watch me cum all over the hood as you pound me. Let’s see what you have.” She said as she eyed him lustfully. Yes, they were going to be just friends after this, but she was going to milk this for all it was worth. Now that he was conscience she wanted to see what he was like when he was willingly into it. “Okay, now I can feel you moving willingly into me. So, what are you waiting for come over here and kiss me.” She said as she bent over the hood of her car and wiggled her ass in the air while she arched her back. Looking back at him, she reached behind her and smacked her ass. Laughing, he walked over to her again, undoing his pants quickly as he reached the car. Instead of simply pushing in to take her right then, he smiled and ran a hand up the inside of her legs to rub against her folds. "Maybe I was admiring the view as you got into position..." he teased a little before dipping the tips of his fingers into her lips, pressing slowly until most of his fingers had entered her. "But I'm going to play a little before I give you the full thing." He was witty, she liked that about him. The thing about men is that they can go from one emotion and then to another. She smiled as he approached her, paying attention to his movements and his posture. She was anticipating his touch. His bog hands all over her, caressing her, and even if it was just for tonight she was grateful to have him touch her in a loving manner.“Just pretend… if only for tonight that I am yours. Do with me what you will. I am yours, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to please you.” She touched his face gently and then kissed him. The kiss was fast but effective at least on her part. Her pussy was throbbing now begging for him and if it could talk it would now be screaming.

Secret Love (Yoshie and I)|rating:3.0

Protecting the realm Servant Girl and GolGol

Rosin Clearwater (Pronounced Sheen) stretched out the aches of sleep and looked around the small cell that she called her own. A tiny window with its angled passage to the surface let in a stream of early morning sunlight that fell on her few possessions. A figure of The Ardent Mother-carved from some great monsters ivory tusk took pride of place. The naked, spread-eagled figure with its rapturous face had always brought the young even girl peace. She caressed it with her fingertips and murmured the prayer that she used to begin every day." Ardent Mother give me courage and strength that I might endure. Fill me with your passion and your peace that I might succeed. Make my body fertile that I might bring honor to you." She kissed the little figure on the belly as she had been taught and smiled as she felt the smoothness of the ivory-worn from more than 6000 kisses. Her earliest memory was kissing the figure as she prayed with the other girls in the dormitory where she had begun her devotions all those years ago. Roisin frowned for a second as she felt another of the cramps in her abdomen that had troubled her yesterday. She resolved to speak to one of the brothers about it today, for if anything were to threaten her fertility, she would be driven from the abbey in disgrace. She hoped that it might be a sign that she was nearly ready-that her body might soon be able to bear offspring. She took a deep breath and held it for a few heartbeats before releasing it slowly. Such thoughts were wrong. She must not question her body. The Ardent Mother would make her ready when the time was right. In penance Rosin reached under her robe, her fingers moving to her left nipple. With a cruel twist she brought a stab of cleansing pain through her body. Was that enough? Rosin thought it probably was. She would have to ask one of the brothers later and let him decide if she needed further chastisement. Putting the matter from her mind she stepped into the ray of sunlight and smiled as she felt its warmth in the cool of her cell. She stripped off her thick, gray wool robe and folded it neatly, then placed it in the corner of her room. The corner she slept in for Sisters like her did not seek the comfort of a bed. Their bodies had to be ready to suffer for their mission. To be a sacrifice to keep the land safe from the unspeakable terrors of the wild lands was her only desire. She hoped that she might soon reach maturity and be sent out on her first journey. There she went again-impatient. She would definitely have to seek a chastisement now. She sighed. Furthermore, she tried so hard to be a good girl but her mind just would not settle into the tranquil, pure state of acceptance that she had been taught was the only right way for her to be. She looked down at her body. Her supple limbs were pale and unblemished. Her belly, flat and slightly muscular from all her exercises. She reached down and gently massaged her large, firm breasts. Their perky weight felt good in her hands. She gently teased each of her pink nipples until it stood up proud and erect. Then she reached down between her legs and felt the soft fuzz that was growing on her mound of Venus. She smiled. She was sure that she would be ready soon. Her downy pubic hair was a sure sign. Her smile slipped away. Three times. Three times she'd caught herself already and she hadn't even had breakfast yet. She returned to the artifacts laid out on the floor. Replacing the statue of The Ardent Mother, Rosin crossed to the chamber pot on the corner of the room and squatted over it. She always felt so free when she was first up in the morning, before she had been sealed for the day. She waited for several seconds after her last droplets had hit the bowl before she straightened up and returned to her artifacts. This was her only chance to pass water until nightfall. She picked up the two plugs next. Firm leathery items about the width of Rosin's slender wrists. Each was tapered at one end with a flat leather disc attached. This was so that the plugs didn't slip completely inside her. Quickly, Rosin rubbed the plugs with oil from a small flask then she inserted them inside her. First she pushed one into her bottom. It didn't slip in easily, but she'd been doing it so long now that she could relax herself enough that it entered her with only a little straining. Then she pushed the other into her vulva and up into her vagina. The plugs filled her completely and Rosin wiggled her hips back and forth making the plugs sit snugly and comfortably. She felt little arousal from this basic task. It was just an everyday job to be done. Next she brushed her long auburn hair and applied her makeup. A little rouge to her cheeks and lips, a little eye shadow to draw attention to her deep green eyes. At last, she was ready. Outside she could hear the gong calling her to be sealed for the day. This was something she hated. It was so painful and unpleasant. Rosin scowled as she made her way towards the door. She stopped with her hand on the latch and forced herself to smile." I must accept this as I accept all suffering. Suffering is a necessary part of my purpose," she spoke aloud in her clear, almost musical voice. She opened the door and headed out into the corridor. Another young woman was already making her way along the corridor- it was Salaries- Rosin wanted to call out to her friend, but none must speak until they had been sealed for the day. Instead, Rosin followed her friend as she made her way up the stairs and into the cloisters. Her eyes were drawn to the plug in Salaries's bottom. It was smaller than Rosin's- for Salaries wasn't yet ready for that and Rosin felt herself puff up a little with pride. When they arrived in the garden the wax was already bubbling over the fire. Brother Lucius was standing waiting. He was a massive, beast of a man. At least 8ft tall. His body was bulging with muscles that his apron did little to hide. The other thing the apron couldn't conceal was his erection. Easily 10" long, the obscene phallus stuck out under the apron-jutting towards the beautiful nubile maidens about to be capped. Rosin wondered if she might one day be given the honor of easing Brother Lucius's arousal. Dragging her eyes away from his cock with its pendulous balls hanging beneath, she looked up into his eyes. His face was brutal- a face from a nightmare-with thick lips drawn back to reveal sharp teeth including two untrusting tusks. One eye was black-with no white at all. The other was startlingly blue. He returned her stare and his cock twitched. Rosin felt the pride in her heart again and sighed. Her mind was all over the place today. She would definitely be seeking a chastisement. She imagined Brother Lucius administering it. His huge hands inflicting agonies on her body... She felt a flush rush across her upper chest, neck and face. If Lucius noticed he gave no sign. Instead, he beckoned Salaries forward. Three other novices had joined the ceremony now. All younger than Rosin. Together the four knelt on the grass and waited their turn to while Salaries stepped forward. Placing her hands on the grass, she kicked up into a perfect handstand. Rosin bit her lip as she watched Salaries's slender body move. The younger woman's breasts were smaller than Rosin's but also so much firmer. They barely moved as she held the position. Slowly, Salaries opened her legs-spreading herself wide for inspection and sealing. Lucius bent forward and took a deep sniff. He nodded to himself and then drew a ladle out of the wax tub. Slowly he poured it onto Salaries's plugs. The hot wax spattered over her inner thighs and pooled between her buttocks. It cooled quickly and set tightly. Alariel whimpered as the wax went on but held her position. Legs still spread, she waited until Lucius was satisfied the seal was complete before she returned to a standing position then took her place kneeling beside Rosin on the grass. The next girl- a dark skinned elf with purple hair called Luna- had it worse. She was always clumsy-lacking the natural grace of Salaries- and when she went to perform her split handstand, she overbalanced. Lucius grabbed her-with one huge hand around her slender waist and held her into position. With his free hand he applied the wax. The girl yelped as it went on and Lucius grunted with irritation. He turned the girl the right way up but instead of allowing her to return to her place on the grass he pointed to a stone slab scattered with dried peas. Luna nodded obediently and moved over to kneel on the peas. Rosin knew that it was uncomfortable at first but then agony after a while. Luna would probably be there for most of the morning. Then it was Rosin's turn. She performed her handstand and tried not to catch Salaries's eye as her large breasts wobbled and jiggled. She spread her legs wide and waiting for Lucius's inspection. However, when he sniffed her groin he didn't immediately apply the wax. Instead, he shook his head. Roisin waited for the wax, but she knew something was up from the look on Salaries's face. Tucius stepped back and sounded the gong again. Rosin suddenly beamed. This was it! She was ready. She was ready at last! The doors behind Lucius slowly opened, and several people began to emerge into the gardens. Sister Superior was at the front leading several brothers and senior sisters too. Anxiously Rosin held her position and waited. Her arms began to burn with exertion, her legs wobbled slightly, but suddenly she felt it. Sister Superior pulling out the plug from her pussy. One by one the brothers stepped forward and sniffed at Rosin's body while Sister Superior spread her labia wide. It was excruciatingly embarrassing and painful because by now her arms were trembling. Eventually all were satisfied, and the plug was replaced. Lucius, seeing that Rosin was about to collapse, seized her around the waist with one hand and applied the wax with the other. The hot searing pain of the wax didn't bother her as much as normal because Rosin knew that it had finally happened. She was ready, and soon she would be on her first journey. An hour later and Rosin was in the temple kneeling before the statue of The Ardent Mother.Stained-glass cast beautiful colors down onto the floor and Rosin felt more peaceful than she ever had before. She looked from one colorful scene to the next. Saint Emily being mounted by a Minotaur. Saint Phoebe giving birth to a centaur. The twin saints-Sky and Summer pleasuring a dragon. These were familiar scenes from stories she'd heard a thousand times. One day, she vowed, her services would be immortalized in stained-glass for future generations' inspiration. Roisin touched the plugs between her legs again. The wax seal was intact, but it would be the last one she'd ever have. Soon a group of hunters would come. They would come and claim her and when they did, they would be able to unseal her and use her for the first time. Rosin trembled with anticipation. She longed to rub her clit, to make herself cum and find some relief from the excitement that had built and built in her since her readiness had been affirmed. However, the wax blocked her fingers so she had to wait. Suddenly her sensitive even ears pricked up as she heard the sound of the monastery bell. They were here! A junior sister-just a teenager-entered the temple holding clothing for Rosin to wear. Roisin stood and dressed- a simple blue dress with a plunging neckline. An embroidered silk wrap and delicate silver jewelry complete with pale blue stones. Smiling, the young even woman turned towards the door to await the monster hunters who had come for her.(Emery looked up at the painted window facing him. It depicted some woman with a halo seemingly getting gang raped by a group of orcs. Leaning back on the wooden bench the large man stroked his beard idly, his leather armor creaking and the sword hanging from his belt in its sheath gently tapped the stone floor. It felt good sitting in the shade drinking some water even if places like this game him the creeps. These overzealous women were weird, and he did not really understand their way of thinking. He did not need to think much more on the strange religions before the door opened. Being a man he was not allowed into the cloister any further than this. Only women and certain non-human males were allowed inside. Emery was tall and wide, a big man but far from huge. Years of living in the wilds and treasure hunting had turned him into a feral looking, if handsome, human. A red-headed elf stood hovering in the doorway. A beautiful blue dress flowed as she moved, and her eyes were intelligent and curious. Beside her stood an older woman, also an elf. Blonde hair tied into a bun. A green dress hid her obvious alluring body. Emery wondered what it was like if he and his men could come inside? Probably a harem of sex-crazed women..." This is Rosin Clearwater, she is ready for the holy humiliation and cleansing," the older woman proclaimed without introducing herself. With a light push on Rosin's lower back she made the young woman take a step forward. "I take it you and your men have held your promise of celibacy and kept your bodies clean?" Her voice strong and her gaze stern, reminding Emery of his old school teacher." Yes, mother. We have abstained from release for one full month and kept our bodies clean all in order to make her humiliation and rite of passage as a protector of the realm as it should be. We will make sure she is ready for her task ahead." Emery bowed slightly and then looked at Rosin. "Now girl, are you ready to leave your home. It is a dangerous world out there, hopefully you will come back alive with a full belly and me and my men will be rich..." Rosin curtsied deeply before the men and smiled shyly. She was nervous-her heart hammering out frantic rhythms of fear behind her heaving breasts." I hope that I will not disappoint you my lord," she replied-her delicate voice a contrast with his strong, deep one. She stepped forward again bringing herself closer to this man, and she tried to look up into his eyes, but her nerves failed her, and she kept her eyes downcast at his chest-strong, muscular and hard beneath his leather armor. She breathed in his scent- wood smoke, leather and oiled steel, and she felt a fluttering in her belly. What would happen next? She knew that this man and the others would take her and use her as they liked. They would hurt her and fuck her and show her a taste of what was to come. But she also knew that they would not put their seed into her belly-for that was reserved for the beasts and monsters she would face in the future. Her nipples tingled with anticipation, and she felt them stiffening into puffy lumps under her dress." Please sir, tell me what to do..." After a short discussion with the older woman Emery and Rosin was left alone. The door closing behind the young elf, sealing her future ahead of her. Emery had never been a man of many words, instead he always let his actions speak for him. Not knowing it, but it was for this reason he was the leader of the group. He had been doing this for a long time and Rosin was not the first breeder girl to bless him, nor would she be the last. Cruelty was not something he cared much about. He tried keeling his breeders well-fed and taken care of. At the same time he enjoyed abusing elves just as much as the next adventurer. Ever since the queen, bless her heart, had been kidnapped, raped and trained by her husband the even kingdoms were now open for other races as well. Emery had his sight set for a nearby forest where a tribe of knolls lived, guarding their homes. If this girl could keep them busy for a long enough time he and his men could sneak in, grab some of the gold and get out. After that they would travel further north to the ruin temples of the lizard men." The camp is some ways off. I have a carriage and a horse ready for us. Come." Emery growled with a nod. She seemed to have everything needed for the trip. Walking out from the monastery grounds they passed fields abundant with wheat and vegetables. Hunched backs of farmers could be seen dotted about tending the earth. By one of the cottages a single horse tied to a carriage stood waiting. The carriage was stuffed with supplies. Emery helped Rosin up on the passenger seat before taking the reins. Soon they were swaying gently and the hooves from the horse clopped against the cobbled stone road." Tell me, Rosin. Why did you become a breeder? You want to be the next queen Rowena or be a part of Erwin's famous harem?" Rosin was almost disappointed that Emery hadn't taken her straight away. She'd expected to at least give him a blowjob. Looking back along the road, she watched the monastery slowly disappear over the horizon then turned back to stare eagerly about her. She'd never been out of the temple before and all the world was new to her. Emery helped Rosin up on the passenger seat before taking the reins. Soon they were swaying gently and the hooves from the horse clopped against the cobbled stone road." Tell me, Rosin. Why did you become a breeder? You want to be the next queen Rowena or be a part of Erwin's famous harem?" Roisin shook her head. "I have heard of Erwin of course. He is our great and powerful leader-Lord of all these lands. However, I don't know about his harem. Perhaps this will surprise you sir, but I never chose to become a breeder. I was born at the temple. My mother-well she was delivered to the temple pregnant after His Majesty, Conqueror Erwin had captured the capital of the Elves bringing his light, justice and honor to my debauched race. Apparently, my mother had been branded with three different marks showing that she had served the King and his most excellent host of pure and noble warriors. She had the mark of the stables, the mark of the palace kitchens and the mark of the dungeon. I am told that she was capable of only the most basic speech-begging for cum as if she was addicted to it. The temple was newly repurposed then-having been witness to the wicked depravity of my race. Now reconsecrated and repurposed, it was judged that the offspring from the even women who survived the purifying of the capital, might serve as breeders and so earn some redemption for the elves. I have been taught from birth about the wickedness of my species and I have been given this glorious opportunity to serve His Majesty and the entire realm. I could ask for nothing more. As for my mother- I believe that after the birth she was sent out as one of the first breeders. Unfortunately, she did not survive the birthing of her first litter." Emery sat quiet listening to Rosin as she told him about her mother and how she grew up within the confines of the monastery. He enjoyed listening to her, compared to his own crude jokes with his companions. It would be good to finally have new breeder girl with them. Not only for the sake of finding treasure and cleansing the land of monsters. But she would also provide a mean of release. Slowly the carriage took them through the landscape of fields and cottages. Here and there they could see half-breeds working the fields. Perhaps someday in the future Rosin's own litter would be working here. Some of them looked up at the human and elf but paid them no more than couple of seconds of their attention before turning back to their work." You must be proud of having such a whore of a mother I take it." He had never heard of the brands but assumed it meant something like a badge of honor, a mark of her experience. He knew some of king Erwin's famous harem though. "It is said that king Erwin's harem consists of the most beautiful, depraved and wicked elves around. All of them completely loyal to him. They also act as his bodyguards, or so I've heard." If this was true or not Emery had no idea. After about an hour of riding the carriage Emery found a spot by the side of the road where they could take a short break. "Rosin, undress for me. I want to break you in properly before we continue." Rosin spent some time in quiet contemplation. She'd never met her mother, but she was proud of the royal connection. She'd been brought up to practically worship King Erwin and the fact that her mother might have been near him was a source of deep contentment to her. Sometimes in her daydreams, she imagined that she was the daughter of the king. That perhaps her mother had served him with her slutty body. She was shaken from her thoughts by the sudden command. She glanced across at Emery who was watching her with an appraising eye." Y.yes sir." The stammer in her voice came from the sudden nerves. She was about to serve for the first time and the thought excited her tremendously. She also felt deep anxiety. What if she was found wanting. Taken back to the temple in disgrace. Unable to serve as a breeder, she would be consigned to some grisly, lowly fate. Girls who failed were removed from the temple and no one ever spoke of them again. With slender, white trembling fingers, she stripped off her cloak and then her dress. She stood and let the garments pool at her feet. Her beautiful pale body was revealed to him for the first time. Her body was firm and tight-lean and supple. Furthermore, her breasts were large and ripe and round. She smiled shyly as she watched him ogling her body. Slowly she turned herself from side to side giving him a look at her full, round backside." Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it," she said softly. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Emery watched with intent as Rosin stripped before him, piece by piece her clothing gathered at the green grass by her feet. She was a beauty like most even women were. Still her breasts were larger than many and her waist thin. Looking at her, he felt himself growing hard. He had saved himself for a month. The last time he fucked someone was a prostitute who had sucked him completely dry. Now it was Rosin's turn to perform, be his partner. It took a bit more time for Emery to undress than for Rosin. He needed to shed his armor and weapons before he could open his pants and let his cock spring out. Nodding at Rosin he reached out and grabbed her by her throat and pulled her close while making sure she could not breathe. "Thank you queen Rowena and your three daughters for blessing us with a new breeder slut. May she serve us well in her humiliation and bring you plenty of litters," Ever spoke to the heavens thanking the even queen and finishing his speech by spitting Rosin straight in her now red and purple face before letting her drop to the ground by her feet." Ass up face down. Use your hands to spread yourself. Show me your ass and cunt." He slapped her ass with the palm of his hand and a couple of times and spat at her pink folds. Moments later Rosin was not a virgin anymore. There in the small grove at the edge of farmlands Emery raped and ravaged the young breeder. His hands gripping her waist as he pounded her. His large cock buried to the hilt for each savage thrust. Rosin's face was pressed into the grass at the edge of the road as Emery roughly took her virginity. She sobbed out prayers of thanks to her goddess and tried to remember what she'd been taught-squeezing her vaginal muscles down to caress his cock and holding herself as steady as she could. She'd dreamed of this moment for many years-dreamed of being taken by an adventurer-her sinful body being prepared for her role in the wilds. Furthermore, she'd always expected the man to be more interested in her and her skills-she'd expected to amaze him with her blowjob technique or how clever her tongue was - but he was just fucking her in a brutal careless way-like she was a piece of meat- a mere hole to fuck. A tear trickled down her cheek. But she couldn't tell if she was happy about this-the fulfillment of her destiny or sad because it wasn't emotionally connecting the two of them- or bonding them into a great team. Emery didn't seem needlessly cruel- but he wasn't as invested in her holy mission as she was. She wondered if the rest of his group would be like him. Emery was not a brutal man really. He knew he liked it rough, but there were limits to his depravity. As he took Rosin's virginity he did so without hesitation and with necessity for he knew how she would be treated first by his own men and later on by the knolls they planed to raid. Through this action at least he could spare her some of the pain she would feel. Looking down Emery watched Rosin's smooth buttocks bounce and jiggle with every hard thrust. Her muscles gripped him hard with a kind of desperation to finish this quickly. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass. His rough, calloused palms scraping against her unblemished form. Emery could not help but to feel like an orc compared to Rosin. Despite Emery's lack of brutality he knew Rosin was nothing more than a hole to fuck. Her skills and training was better used with the monsters she would meet. Maybe he could enjoy her mouth after this. Have her suck him while he steered the carriage. It might be a good warm-up for her before they reached the camp. Reaching down he grabbed a fistful of her red hair and pulled her face and upper body from the ground." How does it feel to finally be a woman?" He slapped her large breasts while he spoke. "By the end of the day you will be a real breeder whore." Rough fingers pinched nipples and pulled. Rosin was crying as he slapped her breasts. His meaty hand setting her soft flesh jiggling and jumping." I am proud that you find me acceptable my lord," she said. "Thank you for slapping my sinful breasts and for using my body for your pleasure." The tears were for the pain she was feeling and because she wasn't feeling the wonderful bond she'd been taught to expect. She wondered if there was something she was supposed to do." Please sir, let me suck your cock. I can be a perfect cum dump for you." She wondered when she'd get her new name-would he name her, or leave her to be named by his men, or perhaps she'd get a name based on how she served. Roisin thought about his cock. She'd seen plenty before of course, but this was the first one that had been inside her pussy. She was keen that he didn't impregnate her-she wanted to do her duty- to redeem her womb by bearing more even women or monsters to serve the king." Let me drain your balls with my mouth," she begged again. Emery enjoyed slapping Rosin across her chest, making her large mounds bounce and jiggle for him. Her tears meant nothing for him, he did not care much at all really knowing she was an item to use and discard once she had fulfilled her purpose and could not continue any longer. Either from getting pregnant or dying. Rosin was good ATT begging though. Her sweet voice filled with pain and need was wonderful, and it made him fuck her harder." You want to suck my cock?" Emery grunted between thrusts. "Soon, but first I want something else." He pulled out of her wet pussy and pushed into her ass. First there was resistance, and eventually he could press inside once his cock head was in. Gripping both of Rosin's large breasts with his hands he pounded her ass hard. Emery said nothing and instead gritted his teeth as he slammed into her over and over again. Roisin's cries and wails could be heard from far away. Those working the fields all knew the cries of a young elf woman getting raped for the first time. Eventually when he had had enough of the wonderful ass fucking Emery pulled out and stood up." On you knees. Show me what skills you have," he ordered simply, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for Rosin to do what she had begged for. Rosin knelt up in front of this man. Tears were cascading down her cheeks now to drip onto her reddened breasts. She looked down at the cock in front of her. A cock that had just been up her ass. The anal fuck had been terrible for her-she'd had plenty of plugs up there during her training but to actually be roughly fucked was a new experience. She felt as if he'd torn her apart-ripped her ass open. There was no tenderness or warmth here. She was just an object to fuck. She wondered if it had been like this the first time Queen Rowena had taken her husbands cock up her ass. Furthermore, she thought of her mother-serving in the stables. Had she taken a horse cock up there? Had she been sodomized by a line of waiting grooms, soldiers and ostlers? She opened her rosy lips and took the cock into her mouth. She could taste her ass on it- taste her nasty juices. She moaned in shame as she licked and suckled the cock clean. Her tongue was expert- it wiggled and licked at the underside, the shaft and his balls. She took him deep into her throat and massaged him with swallowing and rocking. Her tears slowly stopped as she focused on the work before her. She felt his body tremble and react as she worked her skills and that gave her pride in her abilities and the opportunity to serve. Her beautiful, tear-filled eyes locked with his as she pleasured him. She hoped he would be pleased-he might even praise her for a job well done. His approval mattered to her a great deal. "Eager are we?" Emery grunted when Rosin took his member into her mouth. He knew the girls from the monasteries got proper training in giving fellatio, but this one had some proper skills. At first, he thought he would need to press her head onto his cock, but the young elf seemed eager. Perhaps she was glad at finally doing something she knew how to or get away from the pain he caused her? Whatever it was Emery did not care much and enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him in return. Emery lay a hand on Rosin's head but did nothing yet and let her show of her skills undisturbed for now. A gentle breeze came in from across the fields. With it came the smell of wheat and apples. This was a good day. "You are perfect at this," he stroked her head gently as he looked into her beautiful tear filled eyes. Poor thing, his men would have a field day with her... Emery pulled Rosin off his cock by grabbing her hair. Holding her head tilted backwards he could look straight down into her eyes. At the same time he forced her to arch her back and push her breasts out for him. "Your skills are impressive, but I think you must learn to enjoy being treated like a cheap whore and cock sleeve. Because that's what you are. Don't worry though, you'll learn. I think it's time we've finished this," he then pushed into her mouth. Changing his grip from Rosin's hair to her pointy ears Emery used them as handles as he began to fuck her throat. He did not need to do this for a long time. Her throat squeezed him good, and her tongue licked his expertly. Soon Rosin was rewarded with a thick load of sperm straight down her throat when Emery tensed and held her face pressed against his lower belly. Fuck this is nice, Emery thought and let Rosin slide away. "Clean me properly, and thank me for breaking you in." Tears were streaming down her face from the brutal, humiliating face fucking she'd just received. Her ears hurt from his rough treatment and her throat felt sore, but she eagerly licked and suckled at his cock-cleaning the length of it and swirl-polishing the head with her tongue." Thank you for breaking me in my lord," she managed between kisses and licks. When at last the job was done, and they were once more, riding the wagon towards Emery's camp, she spoke." I'm so glad that I pleased you. I am confused though-you said I was a cheap whore and a cock sleeve, but I'm a holy breeder-my purpose is noble and pure even though I am from a degenerate race. Was it just mean talk sir or is that all I am to you?" Emery did not really know how to reply to Rosin's questions. He looked sideways at the naive elf. Her lips slightly puffy from the blowjob. He wondered if she was upset over what he called her. Had the sheltered life not prepared her for cruel words? Yes, her mission was holy. More holy for her than for him. In Emery's world Rosin was a tool, a holy tool perhaps but still a tool. She had the potential to make him very rich." It doesn't matter what I think..." Emery rumbled looking forward on the road. The horses hooves clapped against the stones in the road. "Are you ready for your initiation? My men will rape you for a day and more. If you are deemed worthy you'll be branded, just like your mother." He wanted to steer the conversation away from himself and keep it on her or on something else instead. Normally he enjoyed the silence and only once in a while took the company of a woman when he needed to. Having an elf without a leash felt odd. Somehow without her branded skin and no collar it was as if she was an equal to him. Emery looked at Rosin. She was truly beautiful, like most even women were, and he looked forward to having her in his company. "We have about ten minutes left on the road. Are there any rituals or meditation you need to do beforehand I suggest you do it now. My men will be on you like a pack of creatures. They have saved themselves for months...oh. Of you wish your dress to stay while you better remove it." Frowning slightly she pouted and stared off into the countryside as he glossed over her question. She opened her mouth to say something but then thought better of it." Yes sir, I am ready to suffer my initiation- but I will keep my dress on. Once I've been initiated I will wear whatever I am given-dress however I am ordered. The destruction of my novice's robe marks my ascension to my duties. However, I will apply oil to myself to make ready for usage by your men." She lifted her dress up to her waist and scorched forward on the wagon's plank seat. She took a vial of oil from her small bag and broke the wax seal. The fragrance of the oil was strong and powerful-it would arouse even an impotent man to lustful erection. To the sex starved crew of adventurers led by Emery, it would drive them into a powerful and sustained state of arousal. Sometimes initiates did not survive their first gang rape. Yet there were always more brainwashed even women available if that were to happen. Roisin poured the oil into one cupped hand and then carefully began to massage it into her pussy and then down between her buttocks to her tight, puckered anus. She trembled slightly with excitement and fear as she massaged the oil deeply into her skin. Her slim fingers penetrating herself to oil herself up for the brutal fucking to come. When she had finished she dropped her skirts again and sat quietly in contemplation- waiting for the cart to arrive at its destination. Emery had to focus not to pounce on Rosin once she put on the oils. The strong smell went straight into his brain and hit all the correct synapses. In his mind's eye he could see himself ravage the elf for hours without mercy. Holding the reins so hard his knuckles turned white, Emery managed to keep himself calm enough to finish the ride to the camp where the rest of the group waited. They in turn had hopefully eaten the herbs provided earlier to increase their stamina and sperm production. Hopefully it would make Rosin's holy ascension all the more painful and humiliating. Eventually they came across the camp. They had set it up not far from the main road in a small clearing often used by wanderers and adventurers like themselves. There was a permanent fire pit dug here, and the ground was slightly elevated as well, making it the perfect spot even during rainy seasons. Five tents in half a circle all facing the fire met Emery and Rosin as they rode in on the carriage. The camp was clean and tidy, and it seemed as if the group of four more men that stood waiting had been keeping the place in good order. Even a fire with a pot above it was ready. The branding iron had also been stuck deep into the coals, ready to be used. The four men, just like Emery, was burly, bearded and smelled of leather and smoke. Men used to living in the wilds and fight. Their leather armor and weapons nowhere in sight, probably in their tents. The only thing they had on were simple wool pants. Hard erections clearly visible by the large bulges. When they smelled the fragrance of the oils they could contain themselves no longer. Large, calloused hands grabbed Rosin by her dress, ripping the fabric as they pull her off the carriage. "Let the ascension begin for Rosin! Rape her, feed her nothing but cum, pain and humiliation! If she deserves it we will brand her. No mercy for the even whores! If she is blessed by queen Rowena she will survive..." Emery smiled and began to undress as well." There she is!" One of them hooted and the rest cheered. They were all well-built with plenty of muscles, hairy chests and strong arms. Rosin laughed as the men grabbed her- a laugh full of excitement and fear. But she stopped laughing very quickly. Hard hands tore at her clothing, slapped her face and pulled her hair. Her arms were twisted behind her back, her body was mauled and dragged, spun around and upended over and over until she couldn't tell one man from another. There was only the bewildering, unending groping. She felt herself being held up above the floor-forced into a face up position. Her head was yanked back, her legs spread wide. Her beautiful, slender, delicate body was about to be irreversibly fucked. She screamed and begged. "Please be gentle sirs- I don't... I can't... please! Wait... wait...." Her pathetic begging was suddenly cut off as the first man's cock was thrust between her lips. He pushed in long and smooth-bulging her throat around his rod as he pressed in to the hilt. At her other end fingers were jamming themselves painfully into her anus and pussy. Her smooth, flat stomach was gripped and squeezed. Her soft, pale breasts were mauled incessantly. She choked and retched as the man's balls covered her nose-blocking her airway. He humped her face with long thrusts that stretched her mouth to breaking point. At her other end she was about to be sodomized again. Another fat cock-this one with a bulbous, purplish head-was poised at her anus to begin savagely raping her there. He shoved his thumb into her pussy and gripped hard to get purchase then held her still so he could slam home. Her body was aching and sore-her eyes blocked by thighs, her nose blocked by balls, her mouth blocked by cock. She writhed helplessly and suddenly thought that perhaps she wasn't strong enough for this after all. She began to pray to Rowena- the whore queen of the elves-begging her for endurance and gratitude that she might survive the gang bang that was only just getting started. Whatever Rosin tried to say the four men cared not. Their one-month-long celibacy along with her strong fragrance combined with their own stamina and cum enhancing brew they could not keep from raping her. The young elf had no chance against them as they bent her over the carriage and instantly pushed into her mouth. Moments later her ass was invaded as well. Her body was slapped, punched and whipped. Then men tenderized her flesh with the palm of their hands. Her large breasts, stomach and thighs were all targets and were soon sporting pink marks and hand prints that would later become bruises. The burly man who sodomised Rosin where now balls deep inside her. His large hands holding her by her slim waist as he started to pound her, hard. Each time he did the young elf moved forward and the dick in her throat was shoved deeper. Like this she was bouncing back and forth between the two men who currently shared her. The other two stood by each of her sides and mauled her breasts, pinched her nipples and pulled at the hard nubs. Once in a while they punched her in her belly or side. Each time they did the men fucking her groaned. "Fucking hell she gets tight when you do that!" And laughed loudly. He pulled out of her mouth and slapped her face with his slimy cock before spitting into her mouth. "Fucking cum rag!" He growled and let his friend take his place who instantly started to fuck her throat as if it was her pussy. His heavy, overfilled balls slapping her face as he thrust into her hard." Why's her cunt not filled yet!" Emery asked, now naked as well and drinking the brew to get himself worked up. In response Rosin was put on her side so one more of the men could enter her. His large cock pushed without mercy into her pussy. "She's overflowing already, what a fucking whore!" He grunted. Emery approached and as he jerked himself off he slapped Rosin's breasts. The ramming, rutting cocks; the savage mauling of her breasts; the slaps, punches and strikes to her tender face, belly, thighs, buttocks and breasts combined to completely overwhelm the poor redheaded elf. Within moments, she was sobbing and begging for mercy- or at least she would have been if her mouth wasn't constantly crammed with cock. She felt the men hammer away at her with their hips-their cocks penetrating her deeply-their hands grabbing at her waist, her hips, her hair, her shoulders-all to get a better purchase to fuck her harder. She thought of the suffering of brave Queen Rowena, and she knew that she was not going to be able to endure this with serene peace and acceptance as the holy queen did. Cum spattered across her face, blinding her, and she felt a new cock take her throat- a different size, a different taste raping her mouth. She felt the cock in her ass stiffen and pulse as it came deep inside her. It, too, was replaced by another within seconds. She felt a hard blow in her abdomen and her muscles tightened inside. She was dimly aware that the more she suffered, the better it was for her tormentors. The cock in her ass was abruptly withdrawn and spat its seed over her hip to trickle down her back. The cock in her mouth was swiftly removed and for a few seconds she was only being fucked in her pussy. Blearily she looked through the glaze of cum only to see a brutal face looking back. She opened her mouth and accepted the cock between her lips. From its taste, it had just been up her ass. She felt her anus penetrated again-this time the cock slid in easily-the tightness of her backside already reduced by the rough penetrations she had taken. She tried to move- to get a better position- but could do nothing as her breasts were seized and twisted so hard she wondered why they weren't torn off. The cock was removed from her mouth. She lay there for a second, mouth wide open-unable to close it- and then an ass was thrust down onto her face. Her mouth was forced into contact with the man's hairy anus, and she heard the men's laughter as her pain and humiliation aroused and entertained them. After a few seconds of having her face rubbed into a man's ass, she found her lips once again penetrated by a girth cock. The sun started to set and the ritualistic raping continued without pause. They continued to share her even as the stars showed in the night sky and the fire cast sparkling fireflies into the night. Only did the men pause once in a while to eat and drink but not all at the same time. Rosin was forced to please at least two of them at all times. Not only did they set out to break her body but also her mind. If Rosin got proper training at the monastery this would work as experience and a gateway to her new life. When the full moon shined down at them with its cold light and the flames from the fire leapt high Rosin's legs were pulled apart into a full split. The five men, steam coming of their sweaty and warm bodies stood pressed around her, holding her up. Their big cocks invading both her holes at the same time. Three spread her ass wide open and two more split her ruined pussy open. Her body now a map of bruises and welts. The men had aimed their cum into her every orifice several times over, and it seemed their balls never emptied. Cum ram from Rosin's ears, nose, mouth, ass and cunt in great streams. Her skin had a sticky layer to it from all the loads of cum that had mixed with her sweat." Say your prayers to your whore god queen Rowena and her husband master Erwin. Thank your cum bucket of a mother as well!' Emery growled, more animal than human. This was one of the rare occasions when Rosin's mouth was not filled with cock or her tongue was not licking hairy ass. If she wanted something said she better take the opportunity. She was in a terrible state. Her eyes were swollen and gummed shut with dried cum. Her hair was dripping with it. Furthermore, her face bore the red marks of having been slapped repeatedly-her throat carried purplish bruises from the choking fingers of her rapists. Her breasts were a map of pain-welts and bruises overlapping with hand prints and even boot prints. Furthermore, her nipples were sore and distended-bite marks stood out lividly around each one and in many other places too. Her belly was bruised, her back a crisscrossed pattern of welts from the men's belts when they had sought to motivate her to fuck back at them better. She opened her lips-fat, split and covered with cum- and, in a pathetic whine managed to beg, "No more.... please no more..." That was obviously not what they wanted to hear. Rosin's body had been broken, but her mind was still whole enough. They continued to fuck her but soon let her drop to the ground. Her cunt and ass completely ruined, and she was a map of bruises and welts. They wanted her to go through to the other side and see the light. Only through pain and humiliation would she be enlightened. They dragged her over to one if the logs and put her over it, so her ass was sticking up in the air. "I think she needs something bigger. This bitch is a fucking size queen" they laughed as he walked over to Rosin and pissed at her face to clean the cum away from her eyes, nose and mouth. "You better start praying, fuck meat!" He growled. Moments later something huge slapped down on Rosin's back. They had moved the horse over to her. With intent, it pushed into her ass. For the first time in her life Rosin was being fucked by something else than a human. She would need to get used to this feeling if she was to survive. The stream of hot, yellow urine drenched her face and hair-splashed over her lips and into her open mouth. The cum was sluiced off, and she opened her eyes for the first time in hours." Yes... praying... fuck meat praying..." She babbled as she waited for what would come next. Roisin felt her ass stretch wide around the horse's cock and her whole body was pressed hard against the log as the horse's huge cock battered its way deeper and deeper inside her. She could hear the men laughing and encouraging the horse. She could feel her ass stretching and the horse cock pushing into her insides-bulging her stomach out obscenely. Her body was crushed and squashed, her insides rearranged, her ass spread so wide that after this a man could fist her easily. She looked around at the cruel faces of the men-their lust and contempt for her radiating from them. She felt the horses huge bollocks thudding against her thighs as it bottomed out inside her and she moaned loudly. Furthermore, she was being fucked by a horse in front of a crowd of men." I deserve this," she thought. "I'm a filthy elf- a nasty creature of vile lusts and perversions. This is my lot-this is what I'm for. I'm going to be fucked to death, or I'll go back to the temple pregnant with some brutal creature's offspring." The horse cock filled her like nothing else had done before. She reached down between her legs and began to rub her clitoris as the horse rutted away. Her sore body scraped over the rough log, and she moved her other hand to her breasts- to tug and twist her abused nipples. Suddenly the horse began to cum-thick ropes of the stuff quickly overflowed her ass and spattered down the back of her legs. Rosin climaxed too-her body pushing back against the horse. Then it was over. The horse's cock slipped away from her, and she lay there-ass up, unable to move-barely able to speak. It was quiet for a moment then-she lay there-her body cooling off, her skin untouched, her pussy and ass taken. She felt bereft-far from the relief she thought she would feel-she felt empty. Horse cum dripped out of her ruined ass and her muscles quivered and shuddered uselessly as she lay there." Please," she begged, "please-another horse... I can please another horse." The men snickered and laughed at Rosin when she begged for another horse. Her ass had been turned into a cum filled crater and her legs were twitching involuntarily. The horse, sated, was led away so it could rest, and another horse could take its place to continue to ravage the young elf." We should've had one of those demon horses Erwin used in the capital. You know the ones uses for breaking his bodyguards." The men grinned watching the horse plow into Rosin's cunt. Driving its large cock to the hilt and making her scream. Mouth open and eyes rolled back. Tongue hanging out. "Yeah... I've heard the two princesses regularly visits the stables. Must be quite a show seeing them taking on those horses..." they continued to talk to each other while watching Rosin getting stretched and used like piece of meat. The horse took its time with Rosin and only when she had orgasmed did the horse finish as well. Strong ropes of cum filled Rosin up making it gush out of her ruined pussy." What are you dating for you dumb whore?" Emery asked Rosin. "Both horses been kind enough to fuck your dirty holes. Least you could do is to crawl over there and clean their cocks with your mouth. Come on, crawl over there. If you do a good job we'll brand you just like your slut mother. The even girl crawled towards her horses. Her body was slippery with sweat and cum and piss. It steamed in the evening air, but she was past caring. She reached the first horse and immediately began to lick at it's huge, dangling cock-slurping up the mixture of their juices. She took it into her mouth and pushed so that it slid down her throat. When she'd finished-the horse cock as already stiffening up again. She suckled and worked it with her hands, her breasts, her hair and her mouth until, with an excited Winnie, the horse ejaculated again-this time spattering her face with what felt like a gallon of cum. Rowenna was dizzy from self asphyxiating herself on horse cock, but she crawled to the second horse and began to work on that one too. Within five minutes, the second horse had ejaculated into her throat. Cum bubbled up around her lips and out of her nose. She spluttered and sagged to the floor then began to crawl back to the men. Rosin reminded them of a snail when she came crawling back towards them. Behind her, she left a slimy trail of cum and other bodily juices. Her belly pregnant with horse cum. The men laughed at her and grinned as she slowly approached after sucking off the two horses. Emery hunched down as if waiting for a pet to approach. "Look at her... I think we finally broke her in properly, boys," the men cheered in celebration. Finally, another elf woman turned into a proper piece of meat for them to use in their exploration of the immense forests. When Rosin reached him Emery slapped the side of her face hard, sending clumps of cum flying, and she went down to the floor. With a disgusted look on his face he wiped his hand on the grass." Henry. I think she's ready for the iron..." Emery motioned for the others to hold Rosin down. They pinned her to the ground by her ankles and wrists as Henry took the yellow hot burning iron from the fire. The implement looked like something a farmer might use to mark his cows. Only now Raising would be marked with the queen's SIGILL. A crown with three hearts. Rowena was the crown and the two hearts symbolizes her two wicked daughters. "Welcome to your new life as a meat hole." Henry laughed and with a firm poke changed Rosin's life forever. With the sizzling iron prodding Rosin's left buttock came the pain. The noise was awful- a sizzling noise like a steak tossed into a hot pan. The smell was worse-the delicious smell of roast flesh- tantalizing but horrifying too. The pain was something else... Roisin bucked and jerked against the men's grip. She howled and screamed. She lost control of her bladder-urinating in a thick stream that soaked the ground under her. Her agony was wordless-just a pure animal noise of pain, fear and shock. When, at last, the iron was removed from her flesh she sagged down twitching and jerking in mini agonies. She was an awful sight. Cum plastered her face and her hair-slicking it to her head. Her lip was split, one eye was blackened, her cheeks were red and bruised. Her torso was a mass of welts and bruises. Furthermore, her pelvis battered, scuffed and scratched. Furthermore, her legs were crisscrossed with welts, and she stank like an Elf set out for public use on Darken day. She tried to lift her head for a second and then slumped down mercifully into unconsciousness. After Rosin screamed, thrashed around in a futile attempt to get free from the men who were pinning her to the ground they let her go and watched her fade into unconsciousness. Their drug infused bodies and minds finally sated for now. Instead of aggressive lust tiredness started to set in, and they needed to get some well-earned rest. Before they retreated to their tents they washed Rosin and even soaped her properly. It was easy work and no one wanted to have a cum and piss smelling creature in the same tent as them. After drying Rosin they locked an iron bracelet around her left wrist. It contained minor healing magic. It would not close wounds or mend broken bones, but it would heal bruises, cuts and such. Maybe even hold off minor infections. Emery hoisted the unconscious elf up on his shoulder and carried her into his tent. Two foldable beds were prepared, and he placed Rosin in one of them beneath a generous amount of blankets. He himself almost crashed into his own bed. Seconds later he scored and dreamed. When Rosin awoke, she found herself lying on a cot in a practical tent. Her body was sore-every part of her felt tender. She lay still for a minute and took in her surroundings. She was naked but lying in a comfortable nest of blankets. Furthermore, she thought carefully about what had been done to her and what she'd done. Furthermore, she remembered the cocks pounding her, her limbs stretched and twisted to push her body into lewd shapes. Furthermore, she remembered the horses - their thick cocks stretching her wide. She remembered the taste and smell of piss and cum as she'd been defiled by the men. All her life she'd been brought up to believe that this was her purpose-that she would inspire cruelty, savagery and brutality and that it was her fault and her job to absorb the consequences. She felt a tingle run from her left wrist out and down to her sore pussy. The tingle seemed to tighten the loose muscles and reduce the sting a little bit. Pulling her arm out from under the blankets she admired the iron bracelet locked to her wrist. She'd heard of these-some were so powerful they could bring a she-elf back from the dead. Others were weaker and could just prevent infection and speed healing. This one felt quite powerful and even as she admired it, she felt another tingle ripple out into her body-this time to her thighs. Each time the tingle spread, her body felt a little better afterward. Rosin reasoned that it was targeting the most significant injury each time. She lay like that for another hour-just recovering and letting the bracelet do its work. When the tingles stopped coming, she got up. Outside the tent she thought she could hear the men talking. She swallowed nervously-would they take her again? She knew it was her duty to offer herself to them and to accept whatever they wanted to do. She opened her pack-which had been placed in the tent. Dressing quickly in a simple linen shift, she did her hair and cosmetics then, readying herself for whatever the men might want, she emerged from the tent and walked silently over to where they were. Kneeling before them, she bowed her head." May I serve you my masters?" she asked in a voice more confident than she felt. The men were all up from their much-needed rest after yesterday's initiation rite with the new elf. They moved around stiffly and complained with grunts and sudden jerks. Now that the drugs had left their bodies pain had taken its place. Emery who acted as the leader of the group perked up from his place by the fire when Rosin exited her tent and knelt. Her voice was hoarse from yesterday, and he could see marks on her fair skin but the fact that she could walk was impressive. Also, her mental fortitude must be well honed since she was willing to serve them it seemed. Emery eyed her in silence and the other men barely looked in her direction. Now that they had gotten what they wanted from her, she was of little interest, at least for now. In a day or so she would be needing to please them again." Come, sit and eat. You must be hungry. There's porridge in the pot and some bread and cheese on the cutting board. The tea is still warm I think..." Emery patted the log by the fire. The same log Rosin had been bent over for several hours. "How are you feeling?" he asked once she approached him. Hopefully she would eat something for it would be the last meal in a while. They were preparing to move their camp deeper into the forest so they did not need to travel back and forth too much. Of course, it was the more dangerous option since it put them closer to the creatures. Thankfully they had the elf with them now and hopefully the creatures would be happy enough with just her if they decided to raid them. Emery cleared his throat. "We're preparing to leave this camp for another deeper inside the forest. Hopefully you'll heal enough during the day. We have a tribe of knolls fairly close by. You need to distract them while we take their treasure. Can you do it?" Rosin sat on the log, wincing slightly as her sore anus briefly protested at the pressure being placed on it." I am feeling sore, but it is just a little wear and tear- I will heal rapidly through the day. "She helped herself to some cheese and added it to a portion of porridge-mixing them together until the cheese softened and began to melt. Eating hungrily, she glanced at the men who showed very little interest in her." Master Emery-may I ask you to honor the tradition of naming. My given name was Rosin- it served me well as a novitiate- but now I have passed the initiation and am a serving she-elf I need a new name. It should be something that befits my role, my degenerate nature and my abilities." She finished her porridge and cleaned out the bowl and spoon with a rag. Her jaw was still too sore to chew the hard, thick bread, but she filled her bowl with water and took a piece of bread to soak in it. A name. Everything needed a name, even an elf like Rosin. Emery cared little what she would be called, but he guessed it was important to her. Even if she was a degenerate elf she was also, apparently, very religious and bound to traditions. He and his men were of course religious as well but not to the same extent." Hmmm. What kind of name suits you well?" He asked no one in particular as he watched the others pack the bags and sacks. They traveled light, but there was plenty of stuff anyway. One of the large burly men approached Emery and tossed him a leather collar. "For the bitch," yesterday he had used Rosin as a punching bag while stretching her ass out. "Aye, thanks. Almost forgot..." Emery took the collar with the thin chain link leash. He looked at Rosin, still thinking. Perhaps something demeaning would suit Rosin well. Or as she said, something that suits her abilities. " Would Cum rag suit you well you think?" Emery asked and locked the leather collar around her thin neck. All this thinking about her name and handling the collar made him a bit aroused. Maybe a nice morning blowjob before they left would be nice. "When you're done eating I want you to suck my cock. Show me how much you appreciate your new name." Cum rag bowed her head as she accepted her new name. She lowered her slender body to the ground at Emery's feet-lifting her linen dress so that her bare knees were on the grass rather than kneeling on the hem of her dress. She reached out and unlaced his trousers, freeing his flaccid cock. Furthermore, she kissed the tip of it then rubbed it over her lips-wetting it with her tongue. As it stiffened, she continued to play with it- pulling back the foreskin, pressing it against her cheeks or her lips, licking the underside or rolling her tongue around the head. Once it was fully erect, she took it into her mouth and immediately pressed forward-taking it to the root-her tongue pushing out to try and reach his balls. Her eyes looked up at him. Tears began to gather and then trickle down her cheeks making her mascara run- but they were not tears of sorrow-just effort as she tried to please him by fucking his cock into her throat. Pulling back she rolled her eyes back in lust as she enjoyed the sensation of his cock slowly leaving her throat." This bitch thanks you for letting her taste your cock sir." Then she pushed forward again taking him in fully and working her hardest to bring him to climax. "Fuck, you're good at this!" Emery groaned when Cum rag almost without effort took him into her throat. Then again she had fucked her on face on horse cock the other day, so mere human size was not much to handle for her. He did not complain, and she seemed to enjoy it with her moans and the way her tongue licked his balls. "Good girl..." he smiled and rammed her face back down on his cock all the way to the root. With a good grip of her red hair he held down. Peter, one of the other adventurers walked past with folded blankets, stopped while Emery slammed Cum rag's head up and down at a vicious pace, using her throat as he pleased. "What's her new name?" The burly man asked. He looked tired and wanted probably nothing more than to sleep for another day, but there was work to be done. "Cum rag. Fitting, no?" Emery pushed Cum rag's head back down after letting her take a gulp of air. He slapped her face as she deep throated him, just to feel her throat clench tighter around his erection. "Yeah, I guess... Couldn't care less about her name as long as she doesn't get pregnant too soon." They exchanged a couple of more words before Peter continued on with packing the horses the carriage. Emery grabbed Cum rag by her long pointy ears and used them as handles as he slammed her down over and over again. He used her as a masturbation tool, nothing else. There was no love or emotion, only release. He came deep into her stomach, groaning loudly he held her down by her ears to force every drop into her. Spent he let her pull away. "Good Cum rag," he spat into her mouth and gave her a final slap before closing his sipper." Get yourself ready, we're moving into knoll territory soon..." Cum rag held her mouth open to receive his spit and then dutifully swallowed it. She licked her lips to catch as remaining cum that might have leaked out." Thank you kind master for using my mouth. I hope that I pleased you." She glanced at the second man and then bowed her head." Please sir- If you can think of a way to stop the beasts from squirting into my womb then perhaps I might avoid pregnancy for some time. Another option is that sometimes filthy bitches like me are given a heavy beating to the abdomen after each monster rape. This has been known to kill any spawn before they can begin to grow." She dropped her head and then knelt at his feet." I hope that I didn't offend you by speaking without being spoken to sir." Peter just shrugged at Cum rag, as if she was not worth paying any attention to and any words he might see was unnecessary. To him, she was a tool to get riches. The longer she kept from getting pregnant the more gold he would get. If they survived that it. He walked on, ignoring Cum rag. Emery on the other hand looked at her. "You can help by packing down the stuff in the tent. Also, if you have NY preparations you need to do before we head out do so now, we won't stop until we reach the knoll camp in the evening." He finished his breakfast and thought what they should do after the knolls had their way with her. Maybe hang her from a tree and beat her like she suggested... The crazy elf seemed to enjoy being beaten. Those nuns at the monasteries sure knew how to train some crazy elves. One day Emery hoped he could get his hands on one of the older nuns instead of these young ones. Now they must be properly insane. Piece by piece and box by box the camp was put onto the two wagons, and soon they headed deeper into the forest. The roads were smaller and less traveled so they had to be careful. Not only for the wagons but also so the horses would not slip. This was mostly uncharted territory and the magic of the great queen Rowena had opened the forest, but it was still a dangerous place. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide("Cum rag!" The man named Corbyn called her name. He sat behind her, keeping an eye at their back to make sure nothing could sneak up on them. "What'd you know 'bout knolls? You must've read stuff back with the nuns. No?" Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Cum rag thought carefully about the stories she'd heard about knolls." Gnolls are a fierce warrior race-their faces loosely resemble hyenas- a sort of wild dog creature. They are powerful, and their stamina is very strong. They fight with weapons and use pack tactics. Some are powerful shamans-wielding dark groceries. Others are excellent scouts and trackers. They rarely amass into anything more than a family group or clan-so their threat to the realm is limited to troubling isolated dwellings, travelers and merchants.Sexually-they are brutal-they enjoy despoiling the females of the civilized races- "Ruining them for their menfolk" if you will. They are often well-endowed and enjoy brutalizing their victims. Saint Serena was taken by a knoll war band and carried round with them for a week while every warrior in the tribe took turns using her. They marked her body too-with tribal tattoos to show how many of them had used her. Her statues show her with a swollen belly-carrying a litter of hybrid pups and dozens of tally marks on her buttocks, pubic mound and on her breasts. The story says that she produced several litters of pups from the Knolls as she was repeatedly given over to them-thus redeeming her unworthy, slutty, unclean elvish body and achieving sainthood." She glanced at the men- to their reactions to her story. She didn't mention how cruel the Knolls were reputed to be- that they enjoyed tormenting, torturing and abusing their victims and that often Even girls did not survive their encounters with them. Furthermore, she also did not mention that Saint Serena's sin- as it was known at the temple-was refusing to serve-for it was said that Serena would often beg not to be returned to the Knolls and that she often had to be bound before she was handed over to them. The story made cum rag nervous. She didn't want to be a let-down - to be so weak as to beg to avoid her duty. "Fuckin' knolls..." Corbyn snorted in disgust and spat at the ground after listening to Cum rag's story about the wild hybrid animals. He had never seen a knoll and was not particularly keen to do so, even if he knew he probably would later today. Truth to be told he always felt afraid when going out on treasure hunts like this. If one of those creatures caught him he would rather kill himself than be captured and tortured to death. Emery who had sat silent for a long time eventually spoke up. "We should be there in an hour or so. Cum rag you make sure those knolls keep themselves busy with you while the rest of us see what treasure they have." The group of men nodded, clearly nervous. Their gazes shifting around trying to see hidden dangers in the foliage. Emery hoped Cum rag would not get pregnant this early. If she did, she would become worthless for them, and they would need to find a new elf woman who wanted to redeem herself and take the first steps towards sainthood. The carriage stopped in a small clearing. "We walk the rest of the way. Keep silent..." Emery led the way until the group found the camp. The knolls lived in tents by a river. Several fires were lit and the bones of dead animals were strewn here and there. About a dozen or so of the savage knolls were here, doing their daily tasks. Taking care of equipment, cooking food and so on. The animal creatures were only dressed in simple loincloths. Some had armbands or necklaces made from animal parts. Further back there was a cave entrance where two stood guard. This was the goal for the men who surrounded Cum rag." Do your thing, Cum rag. Use you slutty body and distract them..." with that said the group of treasure hunters snuck off, leaving Cum rag alone and waited for an opportunity to enter the cave. Alone in the forest, Cum rag made her preparations. Using some sacred oils from her supplies she anointed her pussy and anus-rubbing the lubricant into her holes with her fingers until they were slippery and wet. Her body was now fully healed from the absolutely brutal introduction to life with the adventurers- but she was not entirely sure what submitting to the knolls would bring. However, she did know what to do. Gnolls wouldn't want her to just come out and submit to them. They would want to beat her first-taking her down and physically overpowering her was important to them. She took a stout piece of wood from the forest floor and hefted it. It would make a good club- but she knew she had not chance to defeat them. The idea was to provoke them and fight with them. They would defeat her, and then they would dominate her-beginning with the strongest member of the tribe. When he was done with her, she'd be passed down to the next tier of warriors, and the next and the next until at last, she was either dead or tossed to the hyenas (the Knoll's pets) as an entertainment for the tribe - if she was lucky, the hyenas would take turns fucking her rather than tearing her limb from limb. Cumrag was so frightened by now that she was shaking like a leaf, but she knew her duty. "Salvation through submission," she whispered to herself as she stepped out of the forest." Hooooowwwwwooooooo!" Her howl of challenge was immediately heard by the Knolls. She stepped forward proudly and raised her club over her head." Hooooowwwwoooooooooooo!" She rested her club on her shoulder and waited for the knolls to approach. A female thing approached the camp, suddenly appearing from the bushes. The knolls had not seemed, smelled och heard her before she showed herself. Obviously she wanted to challenge them. Her howl and her club raised above her head told them so. Barney the leader of the small tribe was the first one to approach the crazy elf. He was the largest one and sported plenty of scars across his body. He had fought knolls who tried to challenge him. Orcs, even a troll at one point. But never an elf. They were weak and too soft for this place. Barney approached her and towered over the female. A mountain of muscle and scars. In his hand he held a spear. Between his legs hung a foot long canine cock, barely covered by a loin cloth. The female tried to strike him, but he easily evaded her every attempt. The other warriors ca e closer, interested in the unexpected development. They formed a loose circle around the two combatants. This was not a real fight, their leader toyed with the elf and let her tire herself out. Once in a while he prodded her lightly with butt of his spear. He tripped her and each time he did, the warriors laughed. Little by little he played with her as if she was prey, and he was the hunter. He yapped and snarled. Eventually Barney managed to disarm the female. Her club bouncing to the ground. A hard kick to her stomach sent her weeping onto the ground. Placing the foot on the back of her head he pressed her deeper into the ground. With a grin he planted the butt of the spear against her asshole and pressed the hard wood into her tight sphincter as he was planting a flag. Wheezing and gasping for breath, Cum rag felt the Knoll's foot press down on her head-pushing her face into the muddy, churned up ground. She pushed with her knees, trying to get out from under him, but the butt of his spear met her rising ass and brutally violated her anus. She could hear the knolls savage hyena-like laughter all around her, and she knew she had their full attention. She couldn't breathe with her face in the mud so she turned her head sideways-forcing herself as hard as she could so that she could take a deep breath. The flag in her ass meant she wasn't going to get up so instead she sank her hips back down-sliding off and then flopping down. She lay panting waiting for the knoll to let her up. Would he want to beat her some more-he'd been playful-almost tender with her so far, but perhaps he'd want to hurt her- to put her in her place? Or perhaps he'd want to make her serve him. She was worried that there might be some female knolls around-she knew that they were vicious and cruel and might resent her for taking sexual attention away from them. The last thing she wanted was to be tortured to death because some knoll bitch was jealous. Slowly, she spread her legs-exposing her sex to the knoll in a clear show of submission. Moving her hand up she wiped the mud off her face and from her eyes. Knolls were vicious creatures. They saw any sign of submission as a sign of weakness. If you could not defend yourself you were nothing more than a piece of meat. The leader had a small inkling of respect for Cum rag for as long as she fought and struggled. Now when she opened her legs to reveal her sex, the leader snarled and kicked her in the gut. Driving the breath from her lungs. He drove the butt of his spear deeper into her ass as well as he placed one of his feet on the side of her face. Next came a loud cackling laughter of victory which the group of knolls responded to by laughter of their own. What happened next to Cum rag the men owning her would never forget when they watched her from the edge of the camp. The leader had raised his spear with Cum rag still impaled. Turning her into a banner of sorts. Her flopping and thrashing about made the knolls all laugh even more. Her stomach bulged greatly as the spear slid deeper into her ass." By the Queen..." one of the men gasped. The knolls started to jerk themselves hard as they carried their improves even banner around the camp. For fun, they tossed small rocks at her. Aiming for her stomach and sex. Each time she yelped they laughed. Cum rag was in agony-her body flopped and jerked as she tried to find her balance atop the waving pole. Her legs splayed wide-her arms wind milling comically. She screamed-her agonized cries would have softened the heart of a vicious torturer but the knolls had no care for her suffering-in fact it just aroused them. Their red, pointed cocks strained as they hardened-ready for what was to come next. Howling with agony, Cum rag reached behind her and grabbed the spear-desperate to stop it from tearing its way out of her belly. She knew that if the knoll holding it wanted to he could easily jerk it hard enough that it would permanently damage her and perhaps even burst out-allowing her body to slide down the pole in a disgusting, gory mess. Then, dying in agony she would be rape meat for the knolls as they tortured, fucked and tormented her until her life ebbed away. She'd then be popped into the pot to be devoured by the savage beasts. It wasn't the glorious end she was hoping for-she hoped instead that she might become pregnant with a litter of puppies so that she might present them to her order and receive the blessings of the saints. Cumrags beautiful red hair whipped back and forth as the knolls continued on their perverted parade around their crude camp. Then they began to hurl stones at her-small sharp rocks struck her taught, stretched belly making her jerk and gasp with pain. She clutched the pole tighter as she felt the wood inside pressing ever harder on her insides. ZING-S PATCH A stone struck her hard between the legs-bouncing off her pussy lips and making her howl and thrash for a moment. More stones followed-each one striking her belly, her pubic mound or her sex itself. Bruises began to appear on her abused body. Suddenly a stone was flung, especially violently, and it struck her perfectly between her pussy lips. The stone lodged in place making her scream with fresh intensity. The knolls barking laughter mocked her suffering. The men knew they needed to hurry. Not only to make sure Cum rag survived, but they were unsure for how long the knolls would be entertained by her. Like children the creatures could change their demeanor quickly and lose interest in parading her around. Cum rag's screams of pain and desperation followed the men as they snuck into the caves. They killed all women and children before stealing any treasure the knolls had amassed. Doing so they made sure the tribe would die by itself or be assimilated into another tribe. Outside the knolls angled the spear so Cum rag hung angled parallel to the ground, spit like a pig prepared to be roasted over a fire. The spear was deep into her by now, and she needed to be pulled off if she wanted to escape. She hung above the ground, arms and legs unable to touch the ground as she hung in the same height as the crotch of the knolls. The leader approached Cum rag's face, grabbed her red hair and shoved his footling dick into her throat. Now the proper rape began. Every thrust of the Knolls thick, many cock slammed hard into her throat. His hips pushing forward until she felt his balls hit her chin. The power of each thrust pushed her hard onto the spear that was deep in her guts. Behind her the knolls held the spear level. There was nothing she could do but endure the brutal face rape. Below, her legs and arms dangled down-swinging loosely with the thrusting motion of the knoll's attack. Her big breasts swayed too-dangling temptingly down below her. Cumrag was desperate-she was desperate for them to use her pussy. To fill her up with their hot, knoll cum and impregnate her. But with the spear deep in her insides the knolls weren't going to get close to it to use her. Instead, they would, one after another, violate her throat.

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[5E Dorander] Out of Character _ Announcements

A 5th Edition Damp;D Custom Campaign Setting The World of Grander (the title is a link to the wiki which contains much more information. SettingThe World of Grander is a world in recovery. A thousand years after the Second Catastrophe, a chain of events that caused the collapse of nearly every civilization, the world is finally recovering and starting to seek to recapture its past glory. The lone political entity to survive the Second Catastrophe is the City-State of Star fall, its name derived from the First Catastrophe itself. It became the hub of a civilization in those dark times and remains one of neutrality, a place where any and all can gather seeing trade, diplomacy or aide. From here groups leave to search further outward in hopes to find clues as to their lost past, to continue trade with other enclaves that have managed to survive the days of frost and snow after the Second Catastrophe, and rebuild what was lost. This thread is for game announcements (adventuring groups, major world updates, etc.) and out of character conversations, but mainly IOC conversations. This space can also be used for questions about the game world, system questions, etc. If you'd rather shoot me a PM instead, feel free. I will also list all announcements on the wiki (For the main thread (including Character Sheets), see here (#msg13144863) This post is reserved for announcing the current groups and adventures. For historical adventures, please refer to the wiki (Groups Group 1 - "Iron mote Annexation, Pt 1" (- A recent landslide roughly two weeks to the north-north-east has revealed a previously unknown mine entrance to. Locals from the village of Iron mote, noted that some kobolds have been seen near it. Given the relative importance of region's mines, and the fact Star fall has been trying to annex the area, both sides see it as an opportunity for everyone to win. White Wolf (Lord) - Repentance, female tie fling PaladinLisztesFerenc (Lord) - Leo Indira of Cornwall, male human Fightergreenknight (Lord) - Bannock, male human RangerRedPhoenix (Centurion) - Rosalie, female high elf WizardEndofDivine (Lady) - Sort, female Air Genus Bard Group 2 - "Solitude's End" (- The closest group of Solitudes (those who want no contact with anyone after the Second Catastrophe) to Star fall is an of wood elves, humans and halflings that make their home in forests roughly a week to do east. Violent about their isolation, their recent kidnapping of some trappers has the nearby towns ready to fight for them back. AndyZ (Lord) - Miranda, female half-elf WarlockKathyan (Lady) - Lena, female human CericWheeler97 (Lord) - Roan Sawyer, male half-orc Barbarian Snake (Lord) - Caine, male half-elf FighterCountdown0 (Lord) - Variants, male half-elf Sorcerer Group 3 - "Trade War" (- While Star fall likes to say that it has full control of its territory, with all the comings and goings of all sorts makes it difficult for the relatively small militias to ensure that trading routes remain unmolested. A year ago, a rather famous (or infamous) archaeologist had his entire caravan seized. When his pleas to Star fall's authorities went unanswered (he would sell to nobles rather than share the knowledge) a local rounded some men and went out to handle it himself. Since then, the trade route has been a war zone and Star fall can tolerate it no further. Bibliophilia (Lady) - Katja, female human SorcererVenatorBC26(Lord) - Allegra, female dragon born Paladin Muse (Lord) - Ring, female human DruidChulanowa (Lord) - Gas, female goblin BarbarianOPEN Will we start out knowing each other or strangers? Wondering how much I should plan backstories with folks. Quote from: Andy on 23-04-2017, 17:45:15Will we start out knowing each other or strangers? Wondering how much I should plan backstories with folks. That's entirely up to you. I intentionally made each of them a few days or more away so you all have time to talk and get to know each other (we don't have to RP that if you don't want to) to handle that issue. Oh, and if anyone knows of a person who might want to join us, we do have one spot open in Group 3. Hey everyone! :) Hi Red ^_^ Fancy seeing you here! *Hugs* =) *hug hugs*Also, Night, will we have any opportunity to interact between groups? Hi Red, hi Andy. :-)Waves've also been wondering myself if it's possible we might have a chance to know some characters from other groups prior to this start. Hey Kathy an! *also hugs!* =) I'll try to get my character fully up at some point in the next few days. Hey, all. Champing at the bit here. And echoing Kathy an's question. Quote from: Kathy an on 23-04-2017, 19:06:14Hi Red, hi Andy. :-) Waves've also been wondering myself if it's possible we might have a chance to know some characters from other groups prior to this start. Entirely up to you individually. You're all ending up in Star fall for one reason or the other (only to turn around and go adventuring) so no reason some of you didn't know each before you headed to the city or at least traveled together in caravans. If anyone wants to start play knowing Rosa can she start play owing you five gold so she can buy a long sword? For those that do know her, Rosa is socially unsifted and gets flustered in most social situations, but is very excited talking about ancient history, ruins, and how to make the world a better place! :) Quote from: Red Phoenix on 23-04-2017, 20:26:06If anyone wants to start play knowing Rosa can she start play owing you five gold so she can buy a long sword? ’D For those that do know her, Rosa is socially unsifted and gets flustered in most social situations, but is very excited talking about ancient history, ruins, and how to make the world a better place! :)I'd love to, but I'm a bit short myself. Hi friends (and not friends if you don't like me for any reason :-(), I see that we've got the hooks that we're being sent after. Looks awesome :D Quote from: Red Phoenix on 23-04-2017, 20:26:06If anyone wants to start play knowing Rosa can she start play owing you five gold so she can buy a long sword? For those that do know her, Rosa is socially unsifted and gets flustered in most social situations, but is very excited talking about ancient history, ruins, and how to make the world a better place! :)I wanted to buy thieves' tools, but I'm 15 gold short, so I think it's ok for Lena to lend some money even if we are in different groups though would have to give it a thought on how their relationship would be like. ^^ Quote from: Kathy an on 23-04-2017, 20:49:11I wanted to buy thieves' tools, but I'm 15 gold short, so I think it's ok for Lena to lend some money even if we are in different groups though would have to give it a thought on how their relationship would be like. ^^ Well if you wanted to ahem, attach strings to the loan for some fun/RP purposes I wouldn't be totally opposed to the idea. :) I've gone through your backgrounds and added bits to the wiki. Also, those of you who are noble, let me know whether your family is from Star fall or elsewhere. I'd like Rosa's family to be from Tel'Ques sin Polaris. =) Quote from: Red Phoenix on 23-04-2017, 21:17:13I'd like Rosa's family to be from Tel'Ques sin Polaris. =)The family could have originally been from there, but the Empire didn't survive. Its capital is one of the ruins you'll eventually be able to explore. That said, survivors probably did settle somewhere so you could be from there. Winy'ESA, which literally means "New Home". "Tel'Ques sin Polaris" meant/means "Sun of the Even People". Heck, it could have declared it as the new capital of the even people. That works! :) I'm afraid Leo is a bit short too to lend money to Rosa, unless he sells his healer's kit, I bought it just to have, but if someone else already has one he could sell, ones enough. I'm up for Leo knowing some of the party members from beforehand. Quote from: Red Phoenix on 23-04-2017, 20:51:05Well if you wanted to ahem, attach strings to the loan for some fun/RP purposes I wouldn't be totally opposed to the idea. :)Ok, so I'm thinking either Lena molests Rosalie and as she would think the elf is easy to be picked on by others she offers to help her get a sword, Lena could be mean and aggressive, but she still cares for her friends and a lot, or Rosalie could be her leader (one of them) who tells her what to do and to whom she will submissively obey. ;) Quote from: Kathy an on 23-04-2017, 21:52:12Ok so I'm thinking either Lena molests Rosalie and as she would think the elf is easy to be picked on by others she offers to help her get a sword, Lena could be mean and aggressive, but she still cares for her friends and a lot, or Rosalie could be her leader (one of them) who tells her what to do and to whom she will submissively obey. ;)Well they aren't on the same team and Charisma is one of her dump stats, so I don't think the leader angle works (Rosa is more of an advisor than a field leader type) so uh, first option for 5g please! :DE: This is actually for a short sword. Long swords aren't finesse weapons. DOH.e2: Updated my sheet, should all be finalized now! :) Hi all! Super excited about the game with all of you! Drown has ten gold and could be persuaded to part with it, or happy to for a friend if anyone thinks they'd have met and got along. He's a frequenter of pubs. He's bristling with enough equipment as it is, haha. Seriously, an axe almost as big as he is, a couple of hand axes, and four javelins! XD His backpack could probably be a weapon too, as he has a full iron pot inside it. Quote from: Night Lux on 23-04-2017, 21:10:28I've gone through your backgrounds and added bits to the wiki. Also, those of you who are noble, let me know whether your family is from Star fall or elsewhere. Varanos' family is probably from Star fall. Sounds like the kind of name of a place where elves and humans would cross-breed and maintain their 'nobility', rather than get look down noses at :PIF I'm wrong about that, however, I'd be happy to come up with an alternative. Quote from: Red Phoenix on 23-04-2017, 21:58:04Well they aren't on the same team and Charisma is one of her dump stats, so I don't think the leader angle works (Rosa is more of an advisor than a field leader type) so uh, first option for 5g please! :DE: This is actually for a short sword. Long swords aren't finesse weapons. DOH.e2: Updated my sheet, should all be finalized now! :)Yeah not being on the same team might make it difficult to interact with, at least for now, though we can always have flashbacks as well. Will update my sheet with 5 less gold soon as well ;)Quote from: Wheeler97 on 23-04-2017, 22:13:31Hi all! Super excited about the game with all of you! Drown has ten gold and could be persuaded to part with it, or happy to for a friend if anyone thinks they'd have met and got along. He's a frequenter of pubs. He's bristling with enough equipment as it is, haha. Seriously, an axe almost as big as he is, a couple of hand axes, and four javelins! XD His backpack could probably be a weapon too, as he has a full iron pot inside it. Hey Wheeler, I haven't gone through all profile but if we have no other "thief" in our group we could consider making a pool to buy Lena a set of thieves' tools so she can start with one, once we earn some money everyone could have their money back. She is also a pub lover and expect her to be wild too. ^^ Quote from: Red Phoenix on 23-04-2017, 21:58:04Well they aren't on the same team... (snip)You'll have plenty of opportunity to interact with each other and the groups aren't permanent. One of my favorite parts of the campaigns I remember was what we all did between adventures. That's just as important to making the games great. Now to figure out how to explain all of you getting these assignments... Quote from: Kathy an on 23-04-2017, 22:26:11Yeah not being on the same team might make it difficult to interact with, at least for now, though we can always have flashbacks as well. Will update my sheet with 5 less gold soon as well ;)Hey Wheeler, I haven't gone through all profile but if we have no other "thief" in our group we could consider making a pool to buy Lena a set of thieves' tools so she can start with one, once we earn some money everyone could have their money back. She is also a pub lover and expect her to be wild too. ^^ Lena could borrow money from Variants for thieves tools. They're in the same group, and he has money to spare (read, hasn't used any money to buy any extra equipment yet). Having some links across the groups is good idea, so Leo and Lena could know each other. Leo would know her as a skilled warrior who has earned the blessing of the gods, which he finds interests, and appreciates her understanding of how necessarily brutal combat can sometimes be. Miranda doesn't really need her 10 gold for anything yet if someone wants to borrow. She also has 10 torches and a tinderbox that she doesn't really need if someone without Dark vision wants them. However, she could use a bedroll and if someone who doesn't sleep has an extra, and wouldn't mind a mess kit. Quote from: Andy on 23-04-2017, 23:44:15Miranda doesn't really need her 10 gold for anything yet if someone wants to borrow. She also has 10 torches and a tinderbox that she doesn't really need if someone without Dark vision wants them. However, she could use a bedroll and if someone who doesn't sleep has an extra, and wouldn't mind a mess kit. She can have Rosa's bedroll, I guess an elf doesn't actually need one now that I think of it! Quote from: Red Phoenix on 23-04-2017, 23:47:35She can have Rosa's bedroll, I guess an elf doesn't actually need one now that I think of it! Thank you kindly ^_^ And removed from her sheet! I went back to the Group announcements and named each of the adventures. The thread for Group 1 is up - "Iron mote Annexation, Pt 1" (I'll try to get the other two up tonight, but it might be tomorrow at the earliest. Feel free to post - Gerard is something of an information broker in the seedier sides of the city and makes his money like you just saw - giving advantages to those who might try to make money off of adventuring. Edit: Okay, got the second up before dinner. Group 2 and "Solitude's End" (Yes, she will be going with you but don't rely upon her too much. And no, she will not sleep with any of you... yet. No, probably not. Got enough for me to keep up with as it is. DI'll be answering any questions you have of them and finishing off anything you need to get prepared. I'd like to formally kick off all three adventures no later than Tuesday. Quote from: Countdown0 on 23-04-2017, 23:01:20Lena could borrow money from Variants for thieves tools. They're in the same group, and he has money to spare (read, hasn't used any money to buy any extra equipment yet). Quote from: Andy on 23-04-2017, 23:44:15Miranda doesn't really need her 10 gold for anything yet if someone wants to borrow. She also has 10 torches and a tinderbox that she doesn't really need if someone without Dark vision wants them. However, she could use a bedroll and if someone who doesn't sleep has an extra, and wouldn't mind a mess kit. If it's ok I could take money from both to buy a set of thieves' tools, consider it more of a group investment than an actual loan but once Lena has some money she will still return your gold. And now that I think about it Lena doesn't have a bedroll or a mess kit either, yeah I could have taken the explorer's pack but thought the priest's one would be more fun to begin with :P, so if anyone doesn't mind sharing (or being forced to share) theirs let me know. ^^ Quote from: Kathy an on 24-04-2017, 05:26:30If it's ok I could take money from both to buy a set of thieves' tools, consider it more of a group investment than an actual loan but once Lena has some money she will still return your gold. And now that I think about it Lena doesn't have a bedroll or a mess kit either, yeah I could have taken the explorer's pack but thought the priest's one would be more fun to begin with :P, so if anyone doesn't mind sharing (or being forced to share) theirs let me know. ^^ I'll mark off my ten gold as used to help buy the Thieves' Tools. ^_^ I promise it won't take much, but if one of my team can make a little nudge to convince Roan to take the job, he'll give in. Just had to play to his character a bit. Thanks! ’D Night lux, what's your preference on timing order? Can I take another post to offer said nudge, or should I wait for everyone else? Quote from: Kathy an on 24-04-2017, 05:26:30If it's ok I could take money from both to buy a set of thieves' tools, consider it more of a group investment than an actual loan but once Lena has some money she will still return your gold. And now that I think about it Lena doesn't have a bedroll or a mess kit either, yeah I could have taken the explorer's pack but thought the priest's one would be more fun to begin with :P, so if anyone doesn't mind sharing (or being forced to share) theirs let me know. ^^ Sure, she can take half to cost or whatever amount makes sense as an investment from Variants. She could probably convince him to share his bedroll as well if she asked nicely :P I think I was authorized to post Ring. I'll get the additional information finished tomorrow. Ok Lena was offered gold from Roan, Miranda and Variants, but 2 is enough I already discussed having a pre met with Miranda and I think with Roan and Lena being pub lovers, actually Lena and Miranda are supposed to have met in a pub as well so I think I make sense to have met Roan already, so I'm going that route. She will still need a bedroll to share though so Variants can still get lucky though she won't ask nicely. :Edit: By the way I'm still missing Lena's Stat Block. Quote from: Kathy an on 24-04-2017, 08:34:20Ok Lena was offered gold from Roan, Miranda and Variants, but 2 is enough I already discussed having a pre met with Miranda and I think with Roan and Lena being pub lovers, actually Lena and Miranda are supposed to have met in a pub as well so I think I make sense to have met Roan already, so I'm going that route. She will still need a bedroll to share though so Variants can still get lucky though she won't ask nicely. :Edit: By the way I'm still missing Lena's Stat Block. Careful, he's 1/8th dragon. If you're not going to ask nicely then you need to make a strong argument :P You know, pride and all that. Group Three is up here (Sorry for the delay. Also, I made a slight change and made that first reply (where I announced the first groups) into what is going to be the current groups. Sorry about the changes, trying to work out what's the best way to work all of this. Hurray! I actually got a decent result for my first knowledge check! (at -1) ;Okay, I'll mark off Roan's ten gold for Lena. How familiar is Bannock with the terrain around Iron mote? Would he know of this trail and whether it really is a shortcut? Because we're talking about getting to humanoid settlements, I might be able to claim advantage to recall this info. Also, for future reference, is there difficult terrain along the map's path that we won't be slowed by? I would assume so, if caravans can't use it. Quote from: green knight on 24-04-2017, 20:14:32How familiar is Bannock with the terrain around Iron mote? Would he know of this trail and whether it really is a shortcut? Because we're talking about getting to humanoid settlements, I might be able to claim advantage to recall this info. Also, for future reference, is there difficult terrain along the map's path that we won't be slowed by? I would assume so, if caravans can't use it. Yes, it would be difficult terrain so you'd make it through even faster. As for Iron mote, you don't really recall much about the area beyond what you'd assume - mountain, broken terrain and scrubland. If you got a look at the map you'd be able to use Nature or Survival to get an idea of how accurate it is, but you've never been there. Along the way those would both be useful too. Quote from: Night Lux on 24-04-2017, 20:22:08Yes, it would be difficult terrain so you'd make it through even faster. As for Iron mote, you don't really recall much about the area beyond what you'd assume - mountain, broken terrain and scrubland. If you got a look at the map you'd be able to use Nature or Survival to get an idea of how accurate it is, but you've never been there. Along the way those would both be useful too. Advantage on Nature for this being related to traveling between humanoid settlements? Quote from: green knight on 24-04-2017, 20:30:16Advantage on Nature for this being related to traveling between humanoid settlements? Let me think about it. My first inclination is that this would be more nature/geography rather than any particular race. Basically, if you went this way, would it really cut time off? Quote from: Night Lux on 24-04-2017, 20:32:23Let me think about it. My first inclination is that this would be more nature/geography rather than any particular race. Basically, if you went this way, would it really cut time off? It could also be History (untrained with advantage); how long did the trip take between Star fall and the mines vs what it takes now. Quote from: Andy on 24-04-2017, 06:53:38Nightlux, what's your preference on timing order? Can I take another post to offer said nudge, or should I wait for everyone else? Sorry if this was answered I can't find it... What are the rules here? Do we wait for everyone to post once before posting more or a set amount of time or, what's your preference? :) Alright, checking in for group 3; you now have aterrifyingcharming little goblin who can offer her services as your personal ass kicker, name-taker, and lock smasher. Yes lock smasher, you think that hammer is just for Gallagher's closing act? Looking forwards to meeting her. :) Quote from: Red Phoenix on 25-04-2017, 06:33:19Sorry if this was answered I can't find it... What are the rules here? Do we wait for everyone to post once before posting more or a set amount of time or, what's your preference? :)I really hadn't decided. Give people a chance to reply before you do again but by. I mean don't let everything grind to a halt waiting. Updated Lena's character sheet with a new picture, her stat block, equipment and misc notes. Also, I still have one spot open for anyone who wishes to dominate her, preferably, but not necessarily, someone from group 3 as she got Bannock from group one and already established she got two buddies and two strangers in group two. Any takers? Quote from: Night Lux on 25-04-2017, 11:41:58I really hadn't decided. Give people a chance to reply before you do again but by. I mean don't let everything grind to a halt waiting. Alrighty I'll hold off on any replies for a bit then. :) -arrives a bit late and grins.- Hey, guys. I totally missed that this was up! Or that the game thread was up. But, I'm here now! Welcome! =) Too much time spent shaking those maracas? ;)Welcome. -giggles.- There's no such thing Aston much time shaking maracas. I agree. Wait... when you say "maracas", are you being literal? I know I'm an early bird, but starting today I'm going to start moving things forward with each adventure. Generally my goal is to allow everyone a chance to comment on my latest "GM post" in each thread; if everyone posts faster (and there's not a good conversation I'd be interrupting, I always vote for more role-play) and I'm around, I'll post and keep it moving. Otherwise, I'll post at least once per day. My goal is to have each of these adventures end around the same time, so everyone can be together for a while back in Star fall. If anyone has any questions, let me know. *waves* how is everyone this fine day? Good. Little tired, but nothing worth complaining about. How art thou Muse? ... that didn't sound too pompous I hope :P Just a heads-up - major IT issues so it might be a few hours/tomorrow before I can do anything substantial. Quote from: Bibliophile on 26-04-2017, 11:05:46-giggles.- There's no such thing as too much time shaking maracas. I suppose that's correct, haha. Quote from: Muse on 26-04-2017, 21:14:56 *waves* how is everyone this fine day? Doing quite well, Muse, how are you? Quote from: Night Lux on 26-04-2017, 22:07:12Just a heads-up - major IT issues so it might be a few hours/tomorrow before I can do anything substantial. No worries Night Lux. I probably need to get another post in here this afternoon. To those of you in group 3, if no one posts there by Saturday, I'm going to ask the thread to be taken down and your characters will just be hanging out in Star fall. I sent a PM yesterday to alert you. Everyone else, get in anything else you want to do/say before leaving. Tomorrow morning I'm going to start the adventures properly. Sorry for the delay, I was trying to give Group 3 time to get moving. My goal is to attempt to have all the adventures wrapped around the same time in order for you all to be able to mingle together. I know that plan is going to hit the fan at some point, but eh, gotta have something to aspire to, right? Night Lux, I'm planning to post, but I have to admit to being a bit confused as to where/how we are starting things off. Have we already spoken to the Burgher and his council, and are now leaving together? Honestly, I'm just really unsure where and when the game is kicking off. Also, do you want some sort of cohesive header for our posts with links to our sheets and pertinent info? You were summoned thinking you were going to meet with them, but instead you were directed to a back entrance and these two are meeting with you. It's basically a Black Ops-like mission - if something goes sideways, the government doesn't want any connection to you crazy people. And there's a header at the bottom of the first post in this thread. @LisztesFerenc - what is Leo's native tongue? Just so I can see if Rosa knows what he says. =) Finally finished my character!am I still in? Quote from: VenatorBC26 on 28-04-2017, 03:50:40Finally finished my character! Am I still in? Yep, Group 3! @RedPhoenix - Dwarves, since I don't imagine his people spoke Common as a first language. Finished my history yesterday, I think, and now I have my header done.(Still an hour 'til Saturday where I sit. :P)Hope you'll be patient with me. Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 28-04-2017, 06:02:13@RedPhoenix - Dwarves, since I don't imagine his people spoke Common as a first language. Thanks! :)Will hold off responding until green knight has a chance to and maybe our 5th member too? Any chance I could make a History roll to remember what happened to Sun glade? My adventurer senses tell me it's probably nothing good. Quote from: EndofDivine on 28-04-2017, 17:52:30Any chance I could make a History roll to remember what happened to Sun glade? My adventurer senses tell me it's probably nothing good. Edited the post with your roll and what you recall. I had hoped since the test roll was a 1 that you'd be due a great actual roll, but it came back a 5. No worries, you'll have chances to make additional roles. Of course, you knew it wasn't just going to be an effortless route, right?*evil DM laugh* On the subject of rolls, Nature for the general geography of the routes or History (with advantage) for the travel times before and after the loss of the shortcut? Quote from: green knight on 28-04-2017, 18:24:21On the subject of rolls, Nature for the general geography of the routes or History (with advantage) for the travel times before and after the loss of the shortcut? Gerrad mentioned that this will cut a week off the travel time by the current roads (two weeks). Quote from: Night Lux on 28-04-2017, 18:26:59Gerrad mentioned that this will cut a week off the travel time by the current roads (two weeks). Right, but by reading the map, can I tell if that's true and if it sounds like a route that used to be taken? It is true b Quote from: Night Lux on 28-04-2017, 19:37:15It is true cool. I'll be posting in a bit. I'm sorry, Night Lux, but I'm still having difficulty parsing what is happening in our scene. The last paragraph of the intro post seems to indicate that all the meeting and discussion has already happened, and our posts will be coming inafterour characters have been given their quest and any promises of recompense. Is that correct? I was just summarizing for the sake of not getting too long-winded. I can go back and revise when I'm done with lunch. Quote from: Bibliophile on 28-04-2017, 20:17:29I'm sorry, Night Lux, but I'm still having difficulty parsing what is happening in our scene. The last paragraph of the intro post seems to indicate that all the meeting and discussion has already happened, and our posts will be coming in after our characters have been given their quest and any promises of recompense. Is that correct? I went back and looked at my notes for when I wrote the adventure and these two are frank and to the point. They've given you basically everything they just said, but you're free to ask them more questions and get more details. Sorry, I wasn't very good at making that clear. Okay, thank you! -grins.- I tell ya, it's sometimes hard to remember when the character you're playing isn't the brightest fork in the toolbox. My brain goes all Sun TCU on this scenario, and I'm playing a character whose outlook is "Smash it, get gold, buy beer." Quote from: Chulanowa on 29-04-2017, 13:14:56I tell ya, it's sometimes hard to remember when the character you're playing isn't the brightest fork in the toolbox. My brain goes all Sun TCU on this scenario, and I'm playing a character whose outlook is "Smash it, get gold, buy beer." I feel you. I always struggle to play characters who have low wisdom or intelligence because I always try to make good decisions and actively trying to be dumb is just so counterintuitive. Whether my decisions are actually wise or smart? Well... let's just say I get "mixed results" :P Quote from: Countdown0 on 29-04-2017, 20:30:00Quote from: Chulanowa on 29-04-2017, 13:14:56I tell ya, it's sometimes hard to remember when the character you're playing isn't the brightest fork in the toolbox. My brain goes all Sun TCU on this scenario, and I'm playing a character whose outlook is "Smash it, get gold, buy beer." I feel you. I always struggle to play characters who have low wisdom or intelligence because I always try to make good decisions and actively trying to be dumb is just so counterintuitive. Whether my decisions are actually wise or smart? Well... let's just say I get "mixed results" :P I've always felt this was a great reason to have IOC table talk; the dumb PC doesn't say anything, but his smart player definitely talks to the guy with the genius PC. Quote from: Chulanowa on 29-04-2017, 13:14:56I tell ya, it's sometimes hard to remember when the character you're playing isn't the brightest fork in the toolbox. My brain goes all Sun TCU on this scenario, and I'm playing a character whose outlook is "Smash it, get gold, buy beer." I have an issue with this, too... Although I operate off the Pathfinder tables that suggest an 8-9 intelligence indicates a difficulty following trains of thought and/or a propensity for forgetting most non-important details, so it helps me keep that in mind. I hope my current teammates realize I'm not intentionally trying to neglect what they're saying! :) A 6-7 Int is supposedly where words get frequently misused from a lack of language comprehension. I'm not sure if I should post again or wait for some more of my team to have a chance... I was the last prior to Night Lux moving along the scene. It's probably fine to give them time, but also fine to post if you want to. I'd guess that, as long as you don't start shoving the game along too quickly, no one will mind. Never mind, wrong game! -dies.- Quote from: Countdown0 on 01-05-2017, 02:14:15Its probably fine to give them time, but also fine to post if you want to. I'd guess that, as long as you don't start shoving the game along too quickly, no one will mind. That's generally the approach I think works the best, both here and in my past lives elsewhere. We're all smart enough people, we'll figure it out. Well, I feel dumb. When I first read "not waiting for you to follow," I thought it said "not wanting you to follow," so I was trying to figure out how to post. He-he. I get to have Caine play up the fact he's a real military guy at least :3 I'm going to start fleshing out the gods and their churches today and this week, so if you have any ideas or such, let me know. As long as there's a lawful or neutral good God (ESS) of knowledge that Rosa can worship I'm happy. :) Quote from: Red Phoenix on 01-05-2017, 20:20:35As long as there's a lawful good God (ESS) of knowledge that Rosa can worship I'm happy. :)My plan is to have knowledge split between a LE Amadeus (using knowledge for self), an LG Goddess-yet-to-be-named (using knowledge for others), and a TN genderless god (collecting knowledge without regard to use). Quote from: Night Lux on 01-05-2017, 20:22:58My plan is to have knowledge split between a LE Amadeus (using knowledge for self), an LG Goddess-yet-to-be-named (using knowledge for others), and a TN genderless god (collecting knowledge without regard to use).Oh, that's perfect! :) Can we have a sexy goddess that's interested in mortal affairs> Kinda like PF"s Cali stria? 3 Quote from: Snake on 01-05-2017, 20:40:08Can we have a sexy goddess that's interested in mortal affairs; Kinda like PF"s Cali stria? 3I'm running a homebrew world on Illiquid. The chances that I wouldn't have someone like that are about as close to 0 as they can get :) Quote from: Night Lux on 01-05-2017, 20:22:58My plan is to have knowledge split between a LE Amadeus (using knowledge for self), an LG Goddess-yet-to-be-named (using knowledge for others), and a TN genderless god (collecting knowledge without regard to use). So you're going with (not-)Myntra and (not-)Rocco ;)Any possibility of an analog to Delaney? -giggles.- Night, I am good with whatever you decide to replace Myntra with. Worldline it if the idea of Cosmic Balance was still a part of the god/less's personality, though, as it works well with my character concept. Right now, of course, she is overcompensating in one direction, but as she grows and develops, I see her coming to understand that she must embrace her inner chaos and become a balanced being. So i other words she becomes a nudist and exhibitionist? 3 on weekends. Quote from: green knight on 01-05-2017, 20:53:34So you're going with (not-)Myntra and (not-)Rocco ;) Any possibility of an analog to Delaney? As for Delaney, I was going to have a single mortal that ascended to godhood after the fallen god was killed after the First Catastrophe. Quote from: Bibliophile on 01-05-2017, 20:55:53-giggles.- Night, I am good with whatever you decide to replace Myntra with. I would like it if the idea of Cosmic Balance was still a part of the god/less's personality, though, as it works well with my character concept. Right now, of course, she is overcompensating in one direction, but as she grows and develops, I see her coming to understand that she must embrace her inner chaos and become a balanced being. I was going to split magic off of knowledge and aim for a goddess more concerned with maintaining balance, a bit more reserved/less active as Myntra was. Sounds perfect. -Nod nod.- Quote from: Night Lux on 01-05-2017, 21:04:24As for Delaney, I was going to have a single mortal that ascended to godhood after the fallen god was killed after the First Catastrophe. I was going to split magic off of knowledge and aim for a goddess more concerned with maintaining balance, a bit more reserved/less active as Myntra was. Does that mean SCAG's arcane domain is in play? Quote from: green knight on 01-05-2017, 21:07:06Does that mean SCAG's arcane domain is in play? Yep! Also, could you indulge me please and put a link to the Character Sheets(in the op of this thread please? :) Quote from: Red Phoenix on 01-05-2017, 21:18:55Also could you indulge me please and put a link to the Character Sheets (in the op of this thread please? :)Done! See the last sentence. Thank you! Hmmm. Now I'm idly contemplating Rosa taking a level or two in Knowledge Cleric down the road. Night lux would you allow her to take say Nature and Medicine as her bonus skills since she already knows three out of the four options, but use Arcane and History for the expertise since it's more in character for her? This is all theoretical so 'ask me again when it comes up' is a totally acceptable answer. :P Quote from: Red Phoenix on 01-05-2017, 21:24:50Thank you! Hamm. Now I'm idly contemplating Rosa taking a level or two in Knowledge Cleric down the road. Night lux would you allow her to take say Nature and Medicine as her bonus skills since she already knows three out of the four options, but use Arcane and History for the expertise since it's more in character for her? This is all theoretical so 'ask me again when it comes up' is a totally acceptable answer. :P Assist. According to the rules, it's not really necessary for a DM call. If you get a proficiency a second time, you may pick another proficiency of the same category to replace it. So in this case, select Arcane and History as the "new" skills, the double proficiency kicks in for them, and select Nature and Medicine to replace them because you already had the proficiencies. Quote from: green knight on 01-05-2017, 21:55:24Psssst. According to the rules, it's not really necessary for a DM call. If you get a proficiency a second time, you may pick another proficiency of the same category to replace it. So in this case, select Arcane and History as the "new" skills, the double proficiency kicks in for them, and select Nature and Medicine to replace them because you already had the proficiencies. Normally yes, but in this case the Knowledge Cleric bonus says that you get expertise in the skills that you picked as your knowledge cleric bonus skills, which is interpreted literally would mean that Rosa would have to take it in Nature since that's the only one she doesn't have already. :) I'd say you could still select two skills you already had, but that might be my fuck it, whatever attitude biasing my reading. Well me too, but I'm not the GM here. :) Quote from: Red Phoenix on 01-05-2017, 21:24:50Thank you! Hamm. Now I'm idly contemplating Rosa taking a level or two in Knowledge Cleric down the road. Night lux would you allow her to take say Nature and Medicine as her bonus skills since she already knows three out of the four options, but use Arcane and History for the expertise since it's more in character for her? This is all theoretical so 'ask me again when it comes up' is a totally acceptable answer. PI think I'm fine with that. Don't have my books in front of me but if I remember correctly, you chose two skills (to get and get double proficiency). You'd choose Arcane and History but since you already have those skills, you get two new ones. But it wouldn't affect the second half of the ability. Or close enough. I get what you're trying to do, and I'm fine with it. Nifty, thanks! :) Well, a day after fighting through food poisoning, I'm back! It looks like I owe two of the groups a post, so I'll start working on that right now! Welcome back. I hope you're feeling better. Ouch, glad you've recovered! :(Well, this has escalated quickly.... Teach me not to wait to post and let us get caught up in the caravan rather than go overland and get here sooner and totally make the DC 300 save vs boxed text. ’D Quote from: green knight on 03-05-2017, 21:30:56Well, this has escalated quickly.... Teach me not to wait to post and let us get caught up in the caravan rather than go overland and get here sooner and totally make the DC 300 save vs boxed text. You didn't get caught up in a caravan. You just camped with them for the night and then struck out on your own. It was purely flavor text. Unfortunately White Wolf/Repentance has had to withdraw from our group. I've marked his spot as open at the current. That currently leaves us with two open spots. If you know of anyone who would want to join us, please direct them here or have them PM me. Thanks! Posted. *Leg asp*How dare Sort be so flippant about this dire turn of events?!?! Oh, I wanted to mention Lena's deity as well, at first I thought about Umber lee, you know her being a pirate, but now I think Talks could be more appropriate, but what are your thoughts on Tempest deities Night? Quote from: Kathy an on 04-05-2017, 02:51:43Oh I wanted to mention Lena's deity as well, at first I thought about Umber lee, you know her being a pirate, but now I think Talks could be more appropriate, but what are your thoughts on Tempest deities Night? I hadn't gotten that far just yet. Just keep Umber lee/Talks, and I'll do some brainstorming and come up with one. Quote from: Night Lux on 04-05-2017, 02:55:43I hadn't gotten that far just yet. Just keep Umber lee/Talks, and I'll do some brainstorming and come up with one. Having seen both symbols, I think Talks' one is sexier (Lena does have her holy emblem tattooed on her right breast) so I guess he is the winner, at least until you come up with something else. ^^(while we're talking about Deities, is there anything that needs to be done about Bahamas?and do you still need to know where the Bright shields are? I was thinking that they were the 'Stewards' of a Fort-Town outside the main city if possible. I'm keeping that line about naming your food... Group 3 - are you all wanting to leave that night or wait until morning? It'll only take an hour or so for the dwarves to rustle up the wagon and supplies. Group 1 - sorry, my mistake. I still thought there was 5 people in your group and was waiting accordingly. I'll progress the story first thing tomorrow morning. If anyone else has questions, let me know. Apologies to my team! I had a really unusual flare up with my disability last week and could barely type or operate my computer through Sunday... Then making up my time for work the past few days I haven't been able to be on E enough to write. I hope I'll be all caught up on posts tomorrow. Sorry folks. Sympathies. RL>RP. Take all the time you need. Indeed. Take care of yourself, Wheeler. My own issues don't usually get that bad, but they certainly interfere with Illiquid often enough. People here are really great about it. Feel better Wheeler! :) Quote from: Wheeler97 on 11-05-2017, 05:58:42 Apologies to my team! I had a really unusual flare up with my disability last week and could barely type or operate my computer through Sunday... Then making up my time for work the past few days I haven't been able to be on E enough to write. I hope I'll be all caught up on posts tomorrow. Sorry folks. This game is not fast-paced and there are far, far more important things than writing to some random people across the internet. Take all the time you need, and we'll welcome you back with open arms. This seems to have slowed down too much, or is it just my impression? Apologies to all my fellow writers in group one. Spent the weekend out of town and didn't have the free time I thought I would. I'm planning on sitting down and getting caught up on everything after work so hopefully I can get you guys a reply then. Nevermind. Found the time already. :P Quote from: Kathy an on 15-05-2017, 05:08:26 This seems to have slowed down too much, or is it just my impression? It has - I generally try to let everyone have a crack at the most recent DM post, but I'm starting to think that for the sake of completing the adventures, I'm going to have it move faster. After confusing myself too many times between wiki-markup and become-markup, I decided to consolidate all the info from the wiki to a new thread in the World Building Forum - its here (and in my signature as well if you need it for some reason. Anything that's in the reactor has been reviewed again since I copied everything okay but the most important thing to all of you is I've finished my first pass at the pantheon (#msg13194880). Take a look and let me know if you have any other suggestions. I know I need to create a few more gods (patron gods of dwarves, halflings, gnomes, etc.) but I wanted to know if some of you had any ideas. I know I need a Tempest-domain for Kathy an, and I'm working on that - trying to find a good picture of the god/goddess. It'll probably be male since most of them so far are female. Feel free to post here if you have ideas. Eventually the old wiki will be used as wikis are meant - to collaborate with all of you. And finally, I'm going to make an effort to speed up these games. At minimum, I'm going to post twice a week as the NPCs/etc so that these don't stall. Sounds good to me! :) Yeah it's good to have the GM moving things forward or at least participating in small talk IC even if one or two characters have not answered in a while, or the others would feel the stall, I have sometimes had not been able to answer in a few days in group RP's and I wouldn't like others keeping things down just to wait for me for too long (unless it is really necessary) so hope others feel the same. ^^ Quote from: Kathy an on 15-05-2017, 20:42:54Yeah it's good to have the GM moving things forward or at least participating in small talk IC even if one or two characters have not answered in a while, or the others would feel the stall, I have sometimes had not been able to answer in a few days in group RP's and I wouldn't like others keeping things down just to wait for me for too long (unless it is really necessary) so hope others feel the same. ^^ Weekends are typically off times for me anyway. A lot of this is getting the feel for the different groups too. Things will be moving faster here soon. Unfortunately group 3 looks suitor stalled now :-(Wonder how many people are still around, and not only in group 3 but in every group, maybe we should shorten this to two groups if there is fewer people? Totally still here. Quote from: Kathy an on 15-05-2017, 20:54:24Unfortunately group 3 looks suitor stalled now :-(Wonder how many people are still around, and not only in group 3 but in every group, maybe we should shorten this to two groups if there is fewer people? There is another person who is finishing a character right now that will get dropped into Group 3. I'm thinking by EOM I'm going to move some of the characters to inactive and hand-waive to move everyone around as needed. Oh, and Kathy an, any preferences on the thunder god? You can see the little blurbs I've written so far if you want to take a stab at it. Quote from: Night Lux on 15-05-2017, 21:02:19Oh, and Kathy an, any preferences on the thunder god? You can see the little blurbs I've written so far if you want to take a stab at it. Form what I just read seems like Pen pi would be the most appropriate, she doesn't have any domain assigned yet and the Tempest domain is the only one that gives a couple of cold based spells. Besides her description does fit Lena's personality and background feature, 'yeah everyone be fearful of the priestess of Misery', and she even seems to share a look like the one of the goddess(the way any thoughts on what her symbol would be? Quote from: Kathy an on 15-05-2017, 21:42:46Form what I just read seems like Pen pi would be the most appropriate, she doesn't have any domain assigned yet and the Tempest domain is the only one that gives a couple of cold based spells. Besides her description does fit Lena's personality and background feature, 'yeah everyone be fearful of the priestess of Misery', and she even seems to share a look like the one of the goddess(the way any thoughts on what her symbol would be? I like it. I'll update that when I get a chance, and I'll add storms to the portfolio too (her rage). You can have her symbol be whatever you'd like. I'm fine with taking Talks' and just saying its hers. Ok that's cool, also I just realized that the lightning bolts in Talks's symbol were of different colors, at least in this picture, so it could be said they represent different aspects of the goddess ^^(I like that idea, and I'll work it in. I know that the school years are ending and finals and such are going on, but if you're no longer interested in continuing, let me know, so I can rebalance the parties. I have no problem if you'd like to just go inactive for later. How much is ale and a room? I ask because this is one of the few points where I may potentially not be able to afford it. Are we just using standard prices from handbook? Don't worry about paying for basic food and drink, especially since you're splitting rooms. If you want something better than just a drink and a bed (trying to get drunk, fine wine, suites, etc.) then we'll worry about money mostly. So, since I guess no one is going OT speak up in group 3, that leaves Gas to do it. Le sigh. You had your chance folks ;D Quote from: Chulanowa on 17-05-2017, 20:04:22So, since I guess no one is going OT speak up in group 3, that leaves Gas to do it. Le sigh. You had your chance folks ;DI am 100% okay with this :) Aww, but I like micromanaging my character sheet with meaningless stuff. Seriously, that's not actually sarcastic, I actually do enjoy that aspect of gear management, but I can understand the decisions to drop it. Quote from: LisztesFerenc on 17-05-2017, 20:27:08 Aww, but I like micromanaging my character sheet with meaningless stuff. Seriously, that's not actually sarcastic, I actually do enjoy that aspect of gear management, but I can understand the decisions to drop it. I guess we could use the downtime living level costs as a high-level assumption of how much you're living it up when you're in civilization (well, assuming you can get to those high living levels). And there. #JustBarbarianThings -dying at Gas.- I'll get a post out today. Hoping to get a post in group 2 anytime soon, sigh Quote from: Kathy an on 18-05-2017, 02:25:37Hoping to get a post in group 2 anytime soon, sigh Well, fuck. I could have sworn I posted to group 2 and now even the draft is gone... post incoming, again... Iron mote team - I'm going to post in a few hours moving you out of Balk unless one of you posts something that states otherwise. Probably just after noon, so roughly 4 hours. Works for me. :) Do the tracks look like the yobbos chased off the lizards and then turned back (to safety or their own lines, perhaps)? How old are the tracks? Is there any sign of goblin habitation? Any goblin tracks leading away, or indicating where the tables and other large furnishings went? Quote from: green knight on 22-05-2017, 19:01:32Do the tracks look like the yobbos chased off the lizards and then turned back (to safety or their own lines, perhaps)? How old are the tracks? Is there any sign of goblin habitation? Any goblin tracks leading away, or indicating where the tables and other large furnishings went? It looks like the goblins chased off the lizard folk and turned back. You're not quite sure how traveled this area is, but within the last day or two easily. And no sign of anyone living in the village. Hate to post twice in rapid order, but I was thinking over the weekend, and I'm going post each day (maybe a bit less) when the "deadline" for everyone to respond to my latest post on each thread (when I move the narrative ahead after your posts). If everyone posts before that point, I'll go ahead and post as well. I just want to give everyone a chance to act at each juncture. Or just post here if you don't feel you have a reason to post. So, without further ado (times US Central):Solitude's End - Wednesday noon Trade War - Tuesday noonIronmote - Tuesday afternoon *pokes* Sorry to say but I've been super swamped with stuff to do. I'm going to have to drop out of this. Quote from: Red Phoenix on 28-05-2017, 23:26:04*pokes*I'm around, just trying to recover from a bad case of food poisoning. Just need to learn to always grill my own food. Quote from: Snake on 30-05-2017, 19:08:01Sorry to say but I've been super swamped with stuff to do. I'm going to have to drop out of this. Sorry to hear that. Food poisoning? Damn, I hope you're better soon. Quote from: Countdown0 on 30-05-2017, 19:48:49Food poisoning? Damn, I hope you're better soon.It's also my fault. One of my buddies cooked up some ribs on the grill and with my first bite, I looked at him and said "I don't think these are cooked all the way through" but then a few beers later I had eaten like 6. I would have felt horrible from the overeating even if I didn't poison myself. That said, I learned today that mixing rum with banana pudding makes a wonderful combination! I'll have to try that sometime. XD Roof. Feel better! I want to take a moment and make sure everyone is still wanting to continue. I know that we have had school ending/summer start/finals/graduations/etc over the last month, but now that I'm feeling better (want a quick way to lose weight? Get food poisoning!) I was working on the replies when I realized that Iron mote is really active, but the other two not-so-much. I have no problem combining the groups if that's what everyone prefers. I also have no problem if people want to go inactive. Just let me know. I think I need to pull out of this, unfortunately. I'm still around. Still here I'm gonna pull out. We kind of went over the stumbling blocks, and unfortunately it killed my interest :(I was sick for almost a week but already feeling better, and I'm still around too. Also, I will reply to Lena's 1x1s soon ;) I'm still in. Well the last GM post in Iron mate which was about 10 days ago got only 1 response, which was mine, so I'm not sure that I would call that active. I would very much like to keep playing, but an inactive game doesn't keep my interest very well and that's where it's at. I'm definitely willing to keep trying and am totally ok with consolidating groups if that's what it takes. Quote from: Red Phoenix on 02-06-2017, 02:41:20Well the last GM post in Iron mate which was about 10 days ago got only 1 response, which was mine, so I'm not sure that I would call that active. Part of that is the holiday and my being sick, but it's a general trend I'm noticing. Hence, this messageQuoteI would very much like to keep playing, but an inactive game doesn't keep my interest very well and that's where it's at. I'm definitely willing to keep trying and am totally ok with consolidating groups if that's what it takes. Likely that's what is going to happen. Just debating whether we go down to two groups or one large one. We'll keep going, I just want to make sure it's going to be sustainable long term. Given how things go on E, one large group will probably be one medium-sized group before too long. And I'd prefer to get everyone together since I get the feeling we all will be eventually anyway! =)edit: to be clear this is just my opinion and nothing more Yeah I like the idea of having more than one group, though 3 seemed like too much, but I agree, and I think I said something about it as well before I got sick myself, so I agree on pulling all the groups together, so this does not die. Hamm. On the one hand, I like Gas - and in theory, can make a new character if need be. On the other I have rarely seen "mergers" go that well. Quote from: Chulanowa on 02-06-2017, 08:06:57On the other I have rarely seen "mergers" go that well. I agree. While I hate to ditch what has been tossed about so far, there's no reason I couldn't pull themes and some of the people from them into a new adventure. And that's likely what I'd do - take all the people who wish to continue and start a new adventure entirely. Seems there's enough people still interested in continuing on. I'll be sending a PM to everyone who hasn't replied for them to let me know by Sunday. By Monday, I'll figure out what the hell I'm going to do. Well, if it's a full-restart, I'm one of those nut jobs that always likes making a new character ;D Quote from: Chulanowa on 02-06-2017, 18:22:50Well, if it's a full-restart, I'm one of those nut jobs that always likes making a new character ;DI've no problem if you want to create a new character regardless of how this all goes. I'd probably stick with Rosa because I like her personality and love playing her. =) I'll try to stick with my character. While I don't like restarting it is probably the best, and of course I'll be staying with Lena ^^ I'll keep Miranda if that works for the group. Question, though: I had her loan out 10gp to another PC; I forget who. Can we just assume whatever PC paid her back before leaving? Quote from: Andy on 03-06-2017, 18:48:32I'll keep Miranda if that works for the group. Question, though: I had her loan out 10gp to another PC; I forget who. Can we just assume whatever PC paid her back before leaving? That would be Lena :P, she owes 10 GP to Miranda and Roan and is owed 5gp by Rosalie Gotcha ^_^ Quote from: Night Lux on 02-06-2017, 18:25:25I've no problem if you want to create a new character regardless of how this all goes. Well, since I doubt Gas will ever do anything more amazing than stab a horse in the least[intimidating way ever... O8)Eastwick(Name: Eastwick "Cricket" RombdoozleRace: Forest Gnome Class: Wizard Background: Charlatan Deity: TymoraCharacter Sheet: #id=1231315Other Images(9Save: -1Athletics:-1Dexterity 14Save: +2 Acrobatics: +2Sleight of Hand: +4Stealth: +2Constitution 14Save: +2Intelligence 16Save: +5Arcana: +5History: +3Investigation: +3Nature: +3Religion: +3Wisdom 10Save: +2Animal Handling: +0Insight: +2Medicine: +0Perception: +0Survival: +0 Charisma 13Save: +1Deception: +3Intimidation: +1Performance: +1Persuasion: +1BackgroundPersonality• I have a joke for every occasion, especially occasions where humor is inappropriate. Ellywick can find the humor in any situation, even if it must be perverse, dark humor. Half of this is just the way she is, she likes to laugh and abhors solemnity and despair. Another part is that it's "putting on a face" - a laugh and a good show are fine ways of disguising how you really feel about something. Never let the dragon see you sweat.• Flattery is my preferred trick for getting what I want." You sir, yes you there! You look like just the sort of man who might be able to finally take home the prize. A sharp eye and a fine wit about you, I can tell. Come right up, and try to win the pot. Of course there's an entrance fee, but without a doubt, you're the one to best me at my own game, I see it all about you, step on up!" Ideals • I am a free spirit; no one tells me what to do. Ellywick doesn't respond well to commands or argument from tradition. Hell, it's why she's in the business of "Adventuring Salesperson and Purveyor of Arcane arts" in the first place! To get away from the stifling burden of a home village that has "certain expectations," and a "proper way to do things," and "Eastwick stop scaring the burgomaster I don't care what his face looks like it's not funny stop laughing." PFE. Bonds• I fleeced the wrong person and must work to ensure that this individual never crosses paths with me or the people I care about. So... yeah. There was this time that Eastwick decided to play her hand at being a double agent, infiltrating two rival thieves' guilds at the same time, trying to play them off one another for her profit. It all fell apart when Lord Anchors of the Green Tigers suddenly grew a dagger from his throat and the Green Tigers became part of the South Street Circle. Eastwick grabbed what she could from the South Streets and fled, but last she heard, she'd been found out. Twice now she's narrowly escaped "collectors" sent by the Circle; apparently Admiral Florin really wants her little ass on a silver platter. Don't know why, it's not like that magical amulet she stole was actually worth all that much, as far as magical amulets go... Flaw• I can't resist swindling persons more powerful than myself. Lord Anchors? Admiral Florin? So many others besides? It's part of a pattern. Sure Eastwick enjoys money. She loves luxury and companionship and frankly, the arcane i am money-hungry area of study, everyone's clutching those spells like misers. But that's not the point. If she wanted, she could snap her fingers and gems and hold would rain from the sky (well, she's pretty sure she could do this.) But that's... cheating. Sounds like an odd thing given that she's a cheat, but she sees herself as a gamester, it's about the challenge and strategy, mind versus mind, personality versus wit. She'd rather charm an impoverished duke out of his dinner fork than fleece some hermit sitting on a chest of gold out in the woods, because the Duke is riskier, and thus more of a challenge. Besides, charming someone with silk sheets always has a side benefit... Features and Traits Race:• Dark vision 60'• Gnome Cunning (Advantage on INT, WIS, CIA saving throws vs. magic)• Artificer's Lore (Double prof when using history checks for magic items, alchemical objects, technological devices)• Tinker (Make shit, yo.) Background:• False Identity (You have created a second identity that includes documentation, established acquaintances, and disguises that allow you to assume that persona. Additionally, you can forge documents including official papers and personal letters, as long as you have seen an example of the kind of document or the handwriting you are trying to copy.) Class:• Spell casting• Arcane RecoverySpellbookCantrip: PrestidigitationCantrip: Sword Burst (SCAG)Can trip: Fire BoltCantrip: Minor Illusion (via Race)1st: Charm Persons: Greatest: Sleeps: Mage Armors: Catapult (EE)1st: Silent Image Sorry, got a bit tied down with RL, I'm still interested in the game, and I'll stick with Leo. So I shouldn't post IG yet? With only one or two people active in each group seems we will, we get a reboot in just one group. So I've done some writing, and I'm going to lock all the current adventures and move anyone who is still interested into a new, single adventure. We will kick off the new adventure on Thursday, June 8th. If you would please PM me with whatever character you wish to plays (or just tell me you're not changing, and I'll make notes), I will make sure on my end everything is done and ready by then. I think we have the minimum number to really make this work, but I also want to stress - if you're not really sure if you want to continue, don't force yourself. I'm more than happy to continue to flesh out the world/events and relaunch later if that would make everyone happier. Furthermore, I was planning a "relaunch" after summer anyway. Can't remember if I said or not but not changing. Also, not changing :) Not changing either :-) Quote from: Kathy an on 06-06-2017, 22:34:18Not changing either :-)Quote from: Red Phoenix on 06-06-2017, 17:59:55Also not changing :)Quote from: Andy on 06-06-2017, 17:48:38Can't remember if I said or not but not changing. That makes that easy. And we are guaranteed to have three so we're gone. So impromptu poll then. Do you want something more:Dungeon crawl Political (internal to Star fall)Political (external to Star fall)Horror/Creepy Investigation-orientedI generally write these adventure to be plug and play with whatever setting I need, like a skeleton to them mold to fit what my players want/are moving to (in the case of continuing adventures)? I could do two or three if you all wanted. Iron mote was more external politics/dungeon crawl, Solitude's End horror/creepy (and backstory), and Trade Wars more internal politics/Investigation, if you want examples to get the idea of how they might go. Not as big on the Horror/Creepy; Miranda kinda brings a lot of that with her as is." You're worried about some guts hanging out? My soul fell out back in the Beyond and the Queen of Nothing had to stitch it back in with my own astral cord!" But any of the others sound good ^_^ Dungeon Crawl / Investigation would be my preference. Quote from: Night Lux on 06-06-2017, 22:40:37That makes that easy. And we are guaranteed to have three so we're gone. A player PMs like he's asked, but Newport.... Just foolin' :Quote from: Night Lux on 06-06-2017, 22:40:37So impromptu poll then. Do you want something more:Dungeon crawl Political (internal to Star fall)Political (external to Star fall)Horror/Creepy Investigation-orientedI generally write these adventure to be plug and play with whatever setting I need, like a skeleton to them mold to fit what my players want/are moving to (in the case of continuing adventures)? I could do two or three if you all wanted. Iron mote was more external politics/dungeon crawl, Solitude's End horror/creepy (and backstory), and Trade Wars more internal politics/Investigation, if you want examples to get the idea of how they might go. I'm good with any variation, too. I was left with a slight craving to continue Solitude's end, so I would say Horror/Creepy, but Investigation is a good choice too and if anything I'm more curious about the internal issues going on Star fall rather than the external. Furthermore, I wouldn't discard dungeon crawling either so to make things more clear and rating each suggestion:★★ Dungeon crawl★★ Political (internal to Star fall)★ Political (external to Star fall)★★★ Horror/Creepy★★★ Investigation-oriented I'm undecided who h of my midgets I want to run. But a dungeon crawl definitely tops my list for both, with cricket being better for in estimation or politics. Not real keen on the creepy stuff, save as flavor to the other ones (undead crypts are creepy, but I class them as dungeon crawls, etc.)Will make a decision on which I run when I get home :) Yeah, I'm all for disturbing the ancient dead in dungeon crawls, but I don't think horror and system RPG go together really well. Quote from: Red Phoenix on 07-06-2017, 01:47:23Yeah, I'm all for disturbing the ancient dead in dungeon crawls, but I don't think horror and system RPG go together really well. Someone has never played Call of Cthulhu Quote from: Night Lux on 07-06-2017, 01:59:59Someone has never played Call of ChthuluYou got me there. I'm up for whatever really. Quote from: Night Lux on 07-06-2017, 01:59:59Someone has never played Call of ChthuluOh my, I haven't played Cthulhu in quite a long time, I kinda miss it. :) Can't' really say what edition I played, it was before the awkward d20 edition came out. :P Quote from: Kathy an on 07-06-2017, 08:24:21Oh my, I haven't played Cthulhu in quite a long time, I kinda miss it. :) Can't' really say what edition I played, it was before the awkward d20 edition came out. PI never got a chance to myself. :'(If I could get a capable GM, a Group, and a rule book...it would be the best... Quote from: VenatorBC26 on 07-06-2017, 22:25:40I never got a chance to myself. :'(If I could get a capable GM, a Group, and a rule book...it would be the best... I'm going to playing, not running, at Gen Con. First time I've ever actually gotten to play! I will be changing characters; I'm feeling like a rogue or bard this time around (since we already have a wizard and a meat face!). If you guys don't mind a little lateness I should have something together Thursday after work ;D An update this morning - I more or less have the first post ready, just figuring out how I want to get all you crazy people together. Also looking for a good image of your first contact. Hopefully I'll get it up by noon. I'll post the link when its up. Sorry, a lunch meeting ran long. I've got everything ready, and I will be posting shortly. Quote from: Night Lux on 08-06-2017, 17:20:47An update this morning - I more or less have the first post ready, just figuring out how I want to get all you crazy people together. Also looking for a good image of your first contact. Hopefully I'll get it up by noon. I'll post the link when its up. Well despite this being a reboot and the other adventures having being supposed not to have happened it would not be a 'first contact' for some us. ^^ And here we go (just decided that you all might have known each other and then decided just to hand waive it anyway. I'll be around for most of the day, so I can reply to whatever questions you pose to her. After much thought this weekend, I've decided that I'm going to shut down the adventures entirely. The new adventure has been up now for roughly five days and only two people have posted. I might consider reopening for new adventures at some later time. I'm sorry that this did not go as I had planned, but I appreciate everyone's great contributions. Darn. =(But I understand. It's frustrating to put a lot of work into something and not get the response it deserves. If you ever give it another shot you'll have my interest at least. =) Sorrow. It happens, though. Most games I run die in about this manner. Well, damn. I get out of a comms embargo, see the new thread, then have to work, and come back when I have time to focus, and it's done. :'(Ow same here, I couldn't answer on the weekend and was planning to do so today and then stumble with this, maybe you could reconsider reopening as well at least in my case some people might have fewer time to reply on weekends well if that's not the case it was still a pleasure while it lasted, hope to play again with you all guys (well I'm already having a few RP's with some of you)

[5E Dorander] Out of Character _ Announcements|rating:3.0

Life as an Avenger

Joseph is an inhuman and a powerful one at that. His main ability is to adapt to survive any situation including combat against another with superpowers. His body temperature is controlled by his emotions so when he is angry he could reach the temperature of the Phoenix and if he is afraid or sad he can become as cold as Antarctica. One day he left the city of Attila to walk amongst the Humans including earning a tour of avengers towers. He tried his best to blend in causing himself to sweat slightly as he held back his temperature powers when suddenly a group of Patron bots attack the tower leading chaos to ensue. Joseph hid behind a column until he was discovered with an patron repulsed in his face. His body adapts allowing him to gain super strength and fire a large red beam out of his eyes. Within minutes the bots were all defeated and Joseph stood amongst the rubble. Edna Lillian Stark, the armored Avenger, the Invincible armored Iron Woman, landed outside the ruined lobby of the tower in the Iron Woman model armor Model 42, scanning for survivors. One stood out to her, as Janet, her AI, said he wasn't human, but Inhuman. She approached Joseph after the fighting, and opened her faceplate to look down at him. "Are you okay young man?" Joseph watched as the iron woman landed in style as people looked at her in awe. When she had landed they scrambled to talk to her, but then they parted when she approaches the heavily breathing boy covered in cuts and bruises from the fight. He nods quietly staring at her before collapsing against her. "Tired..." Edna picked him up. "Let's get you patched up." She said, flying him up to the penthouse at the top. "I'm Edna Lillian Stark, but you can just call me Edna. What's your name? Janet doesn't have anything on you, otherwise I'd know." "J-joseph Ms. Stark... You probably don't have much on me because I spent most of my life on Attila." He rests in her arms smiling slightly at the fact of him being so close to her. "It's an honor to meet you" "Please, call me Edna. I figured you weren't human, but an Inhuman is...different, to be sure." She said, as she set him down in a cot in the penthouse, before stepping out of her armor, in a black T-shirt and blue jeans that showed off her fantastic form and fit well over her breasts. Her feet were covered in a pair of boots. "I'm going to get a Med kit, if you need anything until then, call Janet." He watches her walk off then looks around quietly. He couldn't believe that he was in the penthouse of the great Edna Stark. Furthermore, he didn't know who she was talking about when she mentioned Janet though. "Janet?" A small screen appeared on the wall. [Greetings. I am JANET, Mistress Stark's personal Artificial Intelligence. How may I assist you?] It sounded feminine, like what you'd imagine a female British butler sounded like. He was startled by the AI causing him to suddenly scramble under the bed. Once he realizes what it was he crawls out and slowly walks over. "So. You're a computer?" [Yes. I am the primary AI for Avengers Tower. I control every aspect of the Tower. If you have questions or require anything, I am at your assistance.] "Oh... Umm, thank you..." He has a seat on the bed quiet for a few moments before finally saying, "I always thought AIs had personality." [Some are true AI. I am programmed with the personality of my original creator's human butler. I am not true AI. Furthermore, I am, however, very close.] right then, Edna came back with a med kit. "Alright, Joseph, can you tell me where your wounds are?" He looks over at Edna slowly taking off his shirt to show all types of cuts along his front and back but also multiple scars. "They mostly got me on my upper body. Nothing serious though." She pulls out a bottle of disinfectant and a cloth from the med kit, and combines them. "This'll sting a bit, so hold still." She says, before dabbing the wounds with the disinfectant covered cloth He winces slightly at the suddenly sting quickly pulling away but then relaxes. "Sorry." "It's fine. I must say, I'm rather impressed you fought off an attack from Patron. How would you feel about being an honorary Avenger? I think you have what it takes. No harm if you refuse, but if you accept, you'll get paid about 500 a day until your probation ends." Edna explained, as she started to finish up the wounds. His eyes widen in shock as he smiles brightly. "It would be an honor to be an avenger!!!" He squeals excitedly, but then he goes quiet as his cheeks turn bright red. Edna chuckled. "It's perfectly fine. I understand an offer like this is very overwhelming. Now, we still need to vote to let you in, UN rules and all that, but I'm sure they'll love you." He blushes brightly as the temperature in the room increases slightly. "You really think they'll like me?" He had signs of something possibly being wrong within his mind but probably nothing dangerous. "If anything happens to you, I take responsibility, so there's no hassle for you. All you need to do is come to our meetings, and show up if the call to assemble is given. You are required by the UN to arrive if we need to assemble. Any questions?" He sits there for a few moments before finally speaking. "What if I'm a long distance away? I don't really have a fast way of transportation..." "If you are unable to attend, or assemble, you must use your official Avengers ID card to inform us. The Quintet can also pick you up from anywhere." He nods then stands up once she was done tending to his wounds. "So I guess this is where I go home?" He looks at her hoping that she would say no. He looks about the room curious about everything his eyes would lay upon. "You don't have to go home. I have plenty of room." In the main area of the room was a bar lined with various whiskeys and other high-end alcohols. On the walls were photos of Steve Rogers and Howard Stark circa 1942, as well as the original Avengers team circa 2012. In the center of the Penthouse was a statue of Pepper Potts in her Rescue armor, and Tony Stark in his Mark 42 armor. In stands along the walls were replicas of Avengers gear." Stay here as long as you want. I don't mind." He smiles brightly as his body is filled with excitement. "That would be incredibly awesome!! I usually stay at friends homes anyway, so this would be nice!" "Just don't go into my armory or lab. Those areas are myself alone. Especially the armory. I can't have my suits get damaged. If there's nothing else, I'm going to go take myself a shower. Bathrooms are down the right hall to the right, showers to the left. Bedrooms are in the left hall, to the right." He nods still excited about everything that's happening, but then he blushes and asks, "showers are separate right?" "Yes. We have two communal showers for each gender, but more than enough individual showers for everyone. It's not technically against the rules to try and share a shower with someone of the opposite gender, but some of us don't appreciate it." He nods. "I-i would never try that without permission. I'm going to go see my room." He walks toward the hallway still blushing as he calls goodnight to her. He reaches his room and plops down on the bed. Furthermore, he sighs wanting to talk to someone so he decides to say, "Janet?" [How may I help you, sir?] Janet replied, in her usual, feminine robotic British voice. [Do you require assistance?] "I guess I just wanted someone to talk to...do you do conversations?" [I am programmed in every known language on Earth, as well as Free and Skull. So... Yes, I can do conversation. It is unorthodox, but I am capable of it.] "Ok umm... What were the original avengers like?" [Accessing files... Anthony Edward Stark, AKA Iron Man. Much like his daughter Edna. Strong, charismatic, alcoholic, founder and leader of the Avengers. Creator of myself, Friday, and Helen. Hank Pym AKA Ant-Man AKA Giant Man AKA Yellow Jacket was the creator of Patron and one of the founding members. Married to Janet Van Done AKA Wasp. Steve Rogers AKA Captain America. Patriotic, intelligent, and often the voice of reason and good for Master Tony. T'Challah AKA Black Panther. King of Wakanda. Both highly empathetic, and ruthless in dealing with Wakanda issues. Bruce Banner AKA the Hulk. Pursued by General Ross, AKA Red Hulk, for many years, before disappearing into isolation. Vision works with the X-Men with Scarlet Witch. Clint Barton AKA Hawkeye and Natasha Romanoff AKA Black widow are now Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.] "Wow.... I hope I get to meet those still alive one day. That'd be awesome! Janet if you took a scan of me could you tell me more about my powers?" [I can provide a basic explanation based on your biology, however the best way to tell is to test them in the training room.] She ran a scan on him. [From what I can see, your body temperature is constantly in flux. It is possible your powers relate to that, but further testing is required.] He nods and curls up on the bed. "I'm going to go ahead and sleep. I feel like I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Goodnight Janet." He closes his eyes covering up keeping a smile on his face. The next morning, Edna was working on a suit, repairing her mark 42 in the armory, with the current Captain America sitting in the kitchen drinking a coffee. Joseph walks out in the same clothes he had slept in. He steps out into the kitchen, but he freezes when he sees the famed Captain America causing him to tense up in amazement, but also nervousness Amanda looked over. "Hello. You must be our new member. What's your power, if you don't mind my asking?" He starts fidgeting too nervous to speak as frost forms around his feet. "Well my temperature changes with my emotions and I can adapt to any situation." "I can see that. There's frost around your feet. What does that mean, that you're embarrassed or something? Scared? Nervous? And what do you mean adapt to any situation?" "Nervous and my body gives me a power if I feel threaten or if I'm in danger" "Neat. We should test that sometime, see how it works, what it can do. Anything else? Or do you have questions about me?" He had so many questions that he wanted to ask that he started asking multiple ones. "Do you have the super soldier serum? Are you and iron woman a thing? Is your shield truly unbreakable? Can you lift Thor's hammer? What's it like having Captain America as your dad?" She blinked. "Well... I have the serum, yes. It carries on through bloodlines. Stark and I are not a thing. We had one drunk kiss last New years. That's it." Edna called out. "We did more than just kiss sweetheart!"" You shut your mouth! The Shield has been broken with magic. I cannot lift Thor's hammer, but my dad can. And my dad is great, just a bit boring." He giggles at Edna remark then asks, "can't Edna fix the shield if she had all the pieces?" "Well, yes. It's just a Vibranium-steel alloy. Her grandfather made the shield, so I'm sure she can fix it. Anything else you wanted to know?" "....is iron woman single?" He asks bluntly as suddenly the fridge becomes covered in ice. Amanda let out a laugh. "Never met anyone who got to that so quickly! But yes, she is single. As am I, and several other Avengers. Why, interested in her?" He presses the tips of his fingers and mumbles, "maybe..." "Take my advice, tell her what you want. She's likes someone who's direct. You want to take her out, tell her. You want to sleep with her, tell her. Furthermore, you what a threesome, tell her. She likes being direct." He smiles brightly and nods. "Thank you very much.... Wait threesome?" "Uh... Last time she dated someone, they brought up a threesome... She ended up pulling me into it..." His jaw dropped in shock as his legs nearly turned to jelly, and he leans against the counter to catch himself. "Oh, don't be like that. We're good friends, and she's very persuasive. Anything else you wanted to know?" "Ummm.... Is she open to anything?" "She's open to just about anything. One time she dated this exhibitionist woman, and she actually went out in public completely naked. With a mask, of course, but she did it. Some things you need to warm her up to, but she'll probably try it once." "Wow....you know what... I'm going to ask her out!" He runs past her but then runs back hugging her from behind before going to see Edna. Edna was looking over a suit, wearing a tank top that really highlighted her large bust, and blue jeans. "Upgrades in place, damage repaired... I think I'm done here." Joseph suddenly speaks up having quietly walked up behind Edna. "Hi Edna!" He says unaware he might startle her. Startled, she dropped a part of her suit, the gauntlet, blowing a hole in the wall when the Repulsed goes off. "Don't do that!" She said, panting. "What is it, what do you want?" He backs away with frost at his feet as he stared at the floor. "Sorry... I... I'd like to go on a date with you... Please..." He blushes brightly as he picks up the gauntlet offering it to her. She took it and sighed. "Sorry. A date sounds great. One warning, if I get drunk, you cannot ask for sex. I must be sober. If you expect to sleep with me by the end of the night, don't get me drunk, and be a gentleman. I'm guessing you have no money?" He nods quietly but frost spreads around more once he realizes he hadn't thought through about money. "I-ill just postpone the date and go out and earn some money..." He walks over to leave the room. "It's fine, I'm used to paying. Don't worry about. Just tell me where you want to go." "But I'm the one who invited you on the date, so I should be paying..." He says still embarrassed that he invited her on a date without thought of money. "It's fine, honestly. If it upsets you that much, how about you do some work for me, and I pay you, then you use that money to pay for the date?" He smiles brightly and nods excitedly. "Yes! I bet it will be fun working for iron woman!" A few hours later"This is pure hell!!!" He was using his adapting powers to carry large parts of the hulk buster armor around the armory to different operating areas so she could upgrade them. He was given super strength but the heat in the room and the weight of the pieces were really effecting him, but he refused to stop. His powers worked to how dangerous the situation was. Since he was in any extreme danger his powers were giving him enough to complete his objective and nothing more. Edna sat in a chair reading a magazine. "You wanted the money, and the rest of the building is for my company. It was either this, or scrubbing the toilets. Lucky for you, I'm generous with my paychecks. You can stop as soon as the parts are all moved over." He finishes moving the parts around then walks over to Edna. "Finished...gonna...seeing stars...." His eyes roll back as he collapses falling forward on top of her breathing heavily. "Janet, pick him up, and get him some water." A robotic arm helped Joseph up and gave him a bottle of cold water. He grabs it having become conscious again and gulped it down thirstily. "H-how much do I get?" "I'm generous, and my workers should be able to live in New York. How does 2,000 sound? That way you have some personal cash as well." His eyes widen in shock as he slowly nods. "How does tonight at 7 sound? I-ill meet you outside the building if that's ok..." "That's fine. Get a nice outfit. If there's nothing else, you can go." He nods and runs out of the room before he quickly heads over to the current Captain America. "Where should I take her?" Cap thought about it for a moment. "There's a five-star restaurant down the street, just North. I'll make a reservation for the two of you, you worry about everything else." He hugs her tightly around the neck releasing warmth into her body that was relaxing. "Thank you thank you!" "Okay, now get out of here, and buy a suit. Treat her well, and you might get lucky tonight. Be an ass, and you'll end up in the Hudson." She pulls out her phone and calls the restaurant. "I'm not looking to 'get Lucky'. Well at least not on the first date because... That just seems like I'm only looking for sex." He runs off to the clothing store to find a nice suit to wear. Amanda makes the reservations. Whenever he returned, he'd see Edna in a black strapless and backless dress, that emphasized her curves and wearing rose lipstick His eyes widen as he walks up to her. "Wow... You look beautiful Edna..." He says in awe. "Are you ready?" Edna nods. "I am. Let's take my limo." At that moment, Amanda sent Joseph a text about the reservations. The restaurant, table, and price of meal. Edna went into the elevator. He follows her into the elevator keeping a good space between them. "L-limo?" He asks curiously as he turns his head to look at her "Well, yeah. I'm rich. Would you rather take a sports car? Or a bike? Or my chopper? Or one of my suits? Or walk?" "I-ive always wanted to ride a limo... I have us a reservation at this nice restraint then after we will go where ever you wish to go." "Well aren't you a gentleman." After a few minutes, they reached the garage and the limo, and they were on their way to the restaurant. Joseph looked about the interior of the limo in awe having never been inside one. "This is amazing..." He smiles goofy as he looked over at Edna. When they arrive at the restraint Joseph steps out holding the door open for Edna before placing one hand over his chest wincing softly then straightens himself hoping she didn't notice. Edna looked over at him. "Are you okay?" She asked, worried He looks at her and nods quietly. He didn't want his powers ruining the date so was trying everything he could to remain at normal temperature. "If you insist... Tell me if something is wrong, though, okay?" She said, as they drove towards the restaurant. He nods and when they arrive at the restraint he opens the door for her and walks inside. He finds their table and pulls the chair out for Edna. Edna sits down. "Well aren't you sweet. I usually pay for my dates, so... Thanks. That actually does mean a lot... Even if it still is my money. It's the thought that counts." He blushes softly as he looks at the menu. "O-order whatever you want." despite being dressed so nice his hair was all over the place causing people to through secondary glances. Edna looks through the menu. "Hmm... I don't really see much here that I'm interested in... Maybe I'll take a soup and salad with water. You?" "Hamm... I like the steak...." He says this closing the menu sitting back. "Do you think they serve soda?" "Seems like it, but limited kinds. I can't have that, I need to be able to fit into y suit. And I like my teeth. But you drink what you want." He frowns as he looks at the list of drinks starting to feel self conscious. He orders a bottle of wine with a low amount of alcohol. "So, what made you pick me over, say, Amanda? People usually want Captain America." He thinks for a few moments before answering, "I don't know. I honestly have thought all the female members of the avengers look beautiful but... You... You stand out more than the others. In a good way." "Is it the breasts? I know I'm bigger than Cap. Or was the suits? Or my fashion sense?" "It was your eyes..." He says bluntly as he looks directly at her. "Every time I saw you on TV I couldn't stop looking into those amazing eyes." She froze and blushed, before clearing her throat. "W-Well, thank you. I get them from my mother." She says, surprised at his response "who was your mom?" "Pepper Potts. My dad was Tony Stark. They're living in New Jersey." "that's pretty cool." He rubs his chest a bit unaware of some frost forming on the back of his chair. "Yeah. Cap never mentions her mother. My dad used to make weapons, and now he's retired and drinks all day. It's a serious problem." "I always heard that he overcame his drinking problem. I'm sorry" "he gets back into it every few years. A bored rich man with a hot wife and a hot daughter, he drinks to pass time." "Hamm.... What if we give him something else to focus on.... Like a massive invention that will change the world?" "Invention? What, do you have an idea? I'd love to hear it." "We need to give him a challenge. An invention that would be so tough to create that he would need to be 100% sober in order to make it." Edna thinks for a moment. "Hmm... What about something to... No, no, he's done that... What about... Dammit, he's done that too! *Sigh* I only know of very few he hasn't at least tried. But I doubt he'd want to make something to destroy clothing, or anything fun." "What about..." He gasps loudly leading people to look in his direction. "What about a glove that allows you to lift Thor's hammer?!" A dozen people shush him, and he sinks in his seat blushing. "Wouldn't work. Not even Hulk can lift it. Hmm... I'll brainstorm something back at home." He nods quietly as he sits there. After their meal was finished and he climbs into the limo with her. "Would.... Would you to go somewhere else now? There's a club.... Central Park... Anywhere you want..." "Why don't you choose? I mean, it is a date you asked me on. Pick somewhere romantic." "Umm.... Ok... Uh.... Oh! I have an idea!" His smile was bright as he tells the driver to take them to Central Park. Once they arrived he takes her to the pond there then turns to face her. "I can't fully control my powers, so I need you to make me nervous, scared, shy, embarrassed, or sad." "No hard feelings afterward, right?" She thinks for a moment, before lifting her dress skirt for a panty shot. "Does this embarrass you?" His eyes widen as he blushes brightly. He quickly turns towards the pond while frost spreads around him. He presses the palm of his hand on the water causing thick ice to blanket the whole pond. Furthermore, he turns to look at her. "N-now I just need to put ice skates on us." Edna snapped her fingers. "Janet, would you do the honors?" Suddenly, two small pods dropped from the sky. Inside were boots off the Iron Woman suits, that reformed into red and gold bladed skates. Edna handed him one, and put on her pair. "I will warn you I've never ice-skated before." He giggles as he puts the ice skates on then steps on to the ice slipping around before falling flat on flames on his back getting the wind knocked out of him. "Ouch..." Edna giggled, and got onto the ice, skating a circle around him. "I've had a great time so far." He sits up watching her with a shining big smile. "You did? You have no idea how happy that makes me." He giggles happily as he tries to stand on his skates sliding around. "Oh yeah. I wouldn't mind doing this again. Most try to sleep with me. You seem like you genuinely care, and I love that. Who knows, maybe you'll get a kiss later?" His cheeks blush once again as the ice becomes even thicker. He gives up on the skates and decides to slide around on the ice like a penguin giggling. "This is fun! You should try it." Edna laughed. "Some of us have fineness, darling, but you do what you want to do. Just promise you'll have some fun, won't you?" He nods his head before getting back up skating a bit more for practice then skates over to her. "Care to skate together?" "Of course dear." Edna holds out her hand He takes her hand gently and skates around with her giggling. "What would you like to do after this?" "How about we go back home and watch a movie with some popcorn? Sound good?" He nods and blushes as he decides to ask, "can I lay my head on your lap?" "Sorry? Lay your head... In my lap? Is there a reason why?" "I remember I used to do that with my mom, and it would be a nice feeling.... If it makes you feel better I could use my powers to turn into a cat or just lay against you..." "No, no, that's fine. I trust you have no lewd intentions, so go ahead. Any other requests?" He thinks about it for a few seconds before shaking his head moving close to her pulling her into a hug. "No. I just hope we go on a second date." "At this rate, you'll even get a third. I like you so far. Keep this up." He smiles happily as he skates with her over to land and steps off with her. "As long as you are happy then so am I" "Dear, I'm more than happy, and you made it that way." She squeezes his hand and turns to face him, kissing his cheek. "I enjoyed our date." He blushes as he looks down at the grass while a warm breeze blew through the park. They went to the tower and watched a movie with Joseph laying his head in her lap radiating a nice warmth. The next morning the newspapers and news channels we're going about pictures that were taken of a mysterious date between a young boy and Edna Stark. The next morning, Edna was in a robe, reading the paper. "Well that was fast. Guess I can't have a private life." Joseph was curled up on the couch having fallen asleep during the film. He wakes up and walks over to sit beside Edna. "Good morning." "Morning, Joseph. We're in the paper. Thank you for last night." He blushes. "I-its nothing. I'm just glad you had fun... Wait what?!" He looks at the paper seeing that a picture was taken of them on their date. "This... This is absurd!" The room starts to heat up. "Don't they understand privacy?!" The edges of the paper begin to smoke while he begins to breathe heavily. "They have no right to be following you around!" He stands and starts to walk over to the elevator. "I'm going to go talk to the people who first published those pictures." "Good luck speaking to Fox News, the Daily Bugle, the New York Times, CNN, TMZ and the New Yorker." He stops right at the door as a chill swept the room, and he walks back over to the table. "On second thought I'll just stay here..." "Dating me, you have to accept that privacy is a thing of the past. Is it wrong? Yes. But no one besides us cares. There are sites dedicated to leaked celeb nudes, sex tapes, and gossip." He nods quietly as he sighs laying his head down on the table. He sits up and looks at her. "What if we go somewhere nobody would think we would be?" "Like what, Wakanda? As much as I would love to get away, I am needed here. Sorry." Meanwhile, outside, a large group of people entered the lobby "no, no no." He giggles quite cutely. "Comic Con! It opens this weekend. You and I can dress up and go there, so nobody will think you're the real deal!" "Alright. That might be fun. I can't take the suit off, but sure. Janet, purchase two tickets."[Already done, ma'am. However, may I direct your attention downstairs? It appears there are several armed individuals roaming about the lobby.] "Oh! Can I help take care of them?" "If you want." Edna said, as she put on the Mark 42. "Get on my back" He jumps onto her back giggling excitedly. "To the lobby!" Edna flew down to the lobby, where they'd see men in green suits pulling out weapons to aim at them Out of instinct his powers activate turning his body Into pure steel. He jumps off Edna and charges the criminals They begin to fire at him, bullets bouncing off his steel skin as civilians fled the scene. Edna fired her repulses at some of them He tackles two of them when one continues firing at him until he slaps the armed criminal across the cheek. The criminal lifeless body goes flying after a loud crack is heard. Joseph stands there shocked over the two criminals he had tackled. "I... I didn't mean to..." He looks down at his hands as tears flood his eyes as that was the first time he killed someone. "Now is not the time for a crisis! The- AGH!" Edna screamed as her suit was electrified, knocking her to the ground. Behind her stood the Madame Hydra He turns around and begins to run over to Edna as frost spread around him out of fear but his steel disappears. "Edna!" The woman drew a sword. "Come with me, quietly, if you want her to live." He pauses as he looks down at Edna then at madame Hydra. His adaptive powers didn't react showing him that there was no way he could act fast enough. He hangs his head and nods. "Only if you swear not to harm her." "If you're a good boy. Now let my men take you away" He sniffles softly as he puts his hands behind his back following the men. They take him to an armored van and shove him in before driving off "where are you taking me?" Frost coated the entire inside the van. "Your new home." Vera, the Madame Hydra, said. "Stark seems to like you. Therefore, your mine now." He gulps nervously causing his body to react in turn. He presses his hand to the window leading frost to travel on the outside of the van beginning to freeze the wheels. The van stopped, and Vera pressed her sword to his throat. "Stop that, or I'll kill you." He whimpers as he pulls his hand away and while the frost stopped on the tire it continued to spread on the inside of the van. They eventually stopped, and Vera took him inside the base. "Tell me about yourself" He follows beside her looking around at all the Hydra symbols before looking at the floor. "What do you want to know?" "Tell me your name." She said, taking him to her personal quarters "Joseph ma'am..." He says nervously as he moves his head to look around the room. "Tell me, have you and Stark have sex? If not, I will. I want to take something from her, and I'm bored." His eyes widen as frost spreads around his feet. "Umm... Y-yes... I-i actually lost my virginity to her last night!" "Pity. You aren't lying, are you?" He shakes his head rapidly as his body remains stiff as a floor board. "How do your powers work? You keep making ice. How?" "Wh-when I get sad, shy, scared, embarrassed, or nervous I become cold but when I get angry I become hot." "Really? Any other powers?" "I-i can adapt... My body gives me powers or a power that allows me to combat a situation" "Hmm... I may have to test that. But for now, I may have fun with you. Stark likes you so much, I want to know why. So try and guess what you can do for me now, and guess quickly before I get bored" "umm... I... I can use my adaptive powers to give me shapeshifting abilities o-or... I can... Furthermore, I mean." his entire body was trembling as frost reached to the edges of madam hydras covers. "I-I don't know what you want from me... All I did was take her on a date and didn't ask for sex after." He quickly covers his mouth. "Oh, so you lied to me? Guess I have to punish you, now. Oh, well. I don't like liars. I'all go easy this one time. Tell me your fetishes." He looks down at the floor and says, "f-foot fetish...." He backs into a corner afraid. "I see... I will not give you what you want. Go find something to do, I have no need of you currently." He looked confused as what he really wanted was to leave and see Edna again. He moved about the base trying to find an exit bumping into the occasional soldier. The only exit was guarded by sentry turrets and a couple guards. Unless he wanted to try and squeeze into a vent. Meanwhile, Edna was attempting to track him with any devices he still had He patted his pockets finding only his phone, but he received no signal anywhere. He looks over at an air vent and climbs into it crawling all over the base looking for a way out. It had more dead ends than not, and a few of the paths led into barracks, showers, the kitchen, and even the armory. Only one led out, and it was a steep slope to climb. He sighs and climbs out of the vents walking around until he bumps into madam Hydra. She looks down at him. "Are you able to paint? Do anything I may enjoy?" "W-well what do you enjoy?" "I enjoy compliment and being admired in some form or another." "Wh-why would I admire or compliment someone who kidnapped me?" He asks this nervously. "Because I can kill you." He whimpers as he focuses his frost powers to form an ice sculpture of madam Hydra in a sexy pose. "See. Was that so hard? I want more of that. Shall we begin?" Tears swelled in his eyes as he responds, "j-just do a post and I can make an ice sculpture of it that will never melt." "I know just what I want." She said, before stripping to nothing, then sitting with her legs slightly open. "Make it look just like this." He quickly looks away too shy to even lay an eye upon her. "IRIS-T there.... Any other possible pose you could do?" "This won't be the only statue I want. Now get to work" He finally looks at her before creating a perfect ice sculpture of her pose then quickly looks away. "Is my form not pleasing to the eye? I'm sure I look better than Stark." "I-i wouldn't know... Also, why do you want to be better than Stark?" He asks but refuses to look at her. "Because I hate her. I want to be better than I in every way. Is that clear enough for you?" "Why do you hate her?" "Her father killed Baron On Trucker, and she has humiliated me in the past." "M-maybe it's because you both are....kinda mean?" "Are you saying she is mean? I could be far worse, if you like." He shakes his head quickly and looks at the floor. "Sorry..." "Learn your place. You should be grateful I even allow you continued life. Now go, out of my room. Make yourself useful." "Wh-what should I do?" He asks with a trembling voice. "Go into the lab and have them run tests. One of my men will escort you." She put on a robe and clapped her hands, as two Hydra soldiers entered, both female in full armor. He looks up at them and smiles nervously doing a small wave. "Hi..." They grabbed him by the arms and took him out. However, once alone, one of them pulled her mask up to reveal a blonde woman. "Are you. Joseph? Stark called in a favor from S.H.I.E.L.D. for us to get you." Joseph's eyes teared up as he hugged the shield agent tightly. "I want to leave. I want to leave.now..." Tears ran down his cheeks as the surrounding cold seemed to fade away. "I need you to calm down, as do as we say. We need an opening to get you out the door, and luckily... I have one. I'm a superhero as well, with spider powers. You go with my friend there, and wait for me to start a fight." "But... What if you get caught? I don't want you to be stuck here." "I can tear apart a steel door, I'll be fine. I'm like.... female Spider-man" He nods. "I'll find a way to repay you." He goes with the other agent. The other one took him into the lab. "We should wait here, for now. By the way..." She lifted her mask, showing it was Captain America herself. "I wanted to help out" "captain!!!" He tackles her hard with a hug giggling happily. "I'm so glad to see you!" "Be quiet! Don't draw attention over here. She should be starting right about.... Now." Suddenly, a Hydra soldier was thrown through the wall, as Spider-Girl, Ellie Rhine, started to create an opening for them to leave "I guess that's our cue..." He looks at cap realizing she doesn't have a shield. His body quickly turns to steel as he moves toward the exit. "Stay behind me just in case someone sees us and starts shooting" "Get to the door, I'm right behind you." Cap said, following him, He nods as he charges toward the door deflecting the occasional bullet. Soon, they'd be in a stairwell, as Cap took him to the top and called for the Quintet. Joseph stayed closed to cap as they waited for the quintet when suddenly a group of soldiers surrounded them. "I-i can't block all the bullets.... Cap make me mad." "Um... Your powers are frankly pathetic and serve better on a children's team." She said, hoping that would work He looks at her with a raised eyebrow then sighs. "Try making me nervous or embarrassed then." The soldiers prepare to fire. "Quickly!" She sighed and turned so only he could see, before pulling her suit down to reveal her bra clad chest. He blushes brightly then pushes her down as he does a full spin freezing everyone around them. "There..." "If that didn't work, I would have been very upset." Soon the Quintet landed, and Cap climbed in. "Let's get you back to your girlfriend." "Sh-shes not my girlfriend..." He blushes brightly before sitting beside her. "Why did she say anything? L-like about me being her boyfriend?" "That's what she said. You'll see." His eyes widen with shock while he smiles excitedly. He sits quietly for the whole trip wondering what's waiting for him back at the tower. Soon, they're back, and Edna hugs him once he's off the jet. "Thank god you're safe." He stood there startled then hugs her back smiling brightly. "I was worried they didn't keep their promise..." "I'm just happy you're safe." She said, kissing his cheek. "What happened there?" He blushed softly before answering "she was planning to have sex with me, but I told her you took my virginity so then she made me make nude ice sculptures of her." "I... What the fuck? I don't know how I feel about that. Hopefully Ellie can get her back here, so I can deal with Madame hydra. And if anyone should get a nude sculpture, it's me and Cap." "I.... Wait what?" He looks up at her confused by the remark. "You want an ice sculpture of you and cap?" "Maybe I do, that's for you to think about." She said, heading to her room Joseph stood there jaw dropped at what she said then looks over at cap. Cap was blushing. "The audacity of that girl sometimes.... Of course, she'd offer me as well" "I'm betting if spider woman was here she would offer her up as well." He giggles trying to make a joke, but he also felt Edna would do that. "Probably. And... we would probably do it, because she pays well. Very well." "Wait. She pays you to do this type of stuff? Why?" "She's bored quite often. As long as you keep it to yourself, it won't be too bad." He nods then giggles as he had a strange thought. "Think she will have some fun with madam Hydra?" "Very likely, yes. She once tied a villain outside completely naked. Just enjoy the show" He nods and heads inside to see what Edna was doing now. Edna was doing her hair, her bare back facing the door, a mirror showing she was topless but her body hiding the actual view from him. He blushes brightly as he lightly knocks on her door. "Edna?" "Yes Joseph? Can I help you?" "I was wondering... Cap said that you said I was your boyfriend... Is that true?" "I did. Is that a problem?" "I just didn't think you saw me that way after one date..." "It was the best date I've had in a long time." She turned to face, her breasts now exposed to him. "I enjoyed my time with you, Joseph." He quickly looks down at the floor before he saw anything. "IIM honored to have been able to go on a date with you, and I'm glad you had fun." "Joseph, I don't mind if you look. It was my choice to do so. I know you want to." He wanted to look but also was completely nervous. "I-its fine... I-ill just look at the floor..." "If I didn't want you looking, I'd be dressed." He nods nervously and finally looks at her. His cheeks were bright red as he began to stare. "See anything you like, dear?" He slowly nods then clears his throat and says, "thither're very impressive..." "Why thank you. I'm glad you like them." There was a notification that Ellie had arrived. "Go get here, please. You'll see these more later." His face was bright red as he ran off to see Ellie. He would see Ellie with a tied Madame Hydra He runs up and hugs Ellie tightly. "Hi Ellie!" "Woah! Uh, hi. Excited to see me?" He nods giggling before looking at madam Hydra and walking over. He leans close to look her in the eye. "I can't wait to see what Edna will do with you." She spit in his face. "I'll be back." He wipes the spit off his face then presses his palm against her forehead. "That made me mad." His palm started to heat up against her skin. She winced in pain, before she started to yell out in pain, before Ellie grabbed his hand. "I wouldn't. You can take her to Stark. Have fun. Don't be gentle, she's a Nazi." He slowly calmed down then whispered in madam hydras ear. "My powers allow me to adapt to any situation. I might've also forgotten to mention that includes healing others, altering their size, and so much more." He grabs madam Hydra by the hair and drags her to Edna room. In her room, Edna was in one of her suits. "So, Joseph, I had an idea. She exposed herself to you, correct? What say we strip her and keep her like that somewhere public?" He smiles and nods looking at madam Hydra. "Interesting idea, but I feel that's too simple a thing to do to someone like her. I have so many ideas." "Do tell. I'm all ears, and the cameras are off." "Well she's always teasing people with her body I bet. Feeling like she is the sexiest lady alive so what if we allow people to have a taste? We stick her halfway through a wall so on one side is her head and the other her ass then check on her in a day." "I like how you think, but I feel her breasts should also be seen. Any ideas?" "Hmm...." He thought for a few moments then snaps his fingers. "Got any paralyzing nanobots?" "Of course I do. Why?" "How about we inject them in her, Toss her in a bar announcing it as a gift from the avengers, tell them who she is, then say they have four hours." "I think that works. Maybe we should strip her and walk her there? My lawyers can handle the legal repercussions." He laughs. "You're Edna Stark! Your lawyers could handle anything! And yes! Let's do it!" "Would you like the honors of stripping? I can even get a sign for her that says "film me, I'm a monster"" "I like that. Then we will bring back here for more fun." He walks over to madam Hydra smiling evilly. Edna sits back to watch, as Vera crawls back from him, He grabs her by the throat generating a small amount of heat. "Behave, or I'll get mad, and you'll be worthless to me" "Do as you please. I'll get my revenge in due time." He laughs and looks her dead in the eye. "I doubt that." He starts to pull her top off It came off without issue, her breasts bouncing free. She was a C cup "Hamm... These are alright... But not as good as Edna..." He begins to pull off her pants and panties. Soon she was nude. She was shaved between her legs He giggles as he starts tickling her feet to the point she was out of breath. She pants. "Tickling? Really?" He shrugs and pulls away. "I could have you lick Edna's feet to show how beneath everyone you are." "And get you off with your disgusting fetish? As if." He begins to radiate heat but also frost around him as if this wasn't the first time he was insulted for his fetish. "Edna can you get the nanobots?" Edna came over with a syringe, and jabbed it into Vera, making her go limp Joseph unties Vera and stands her up looking at Edna. "Ready to go?" "I am." Edna grabs a sign encouraging filming, before putting it on Vera. "Let's go" They walk her through the most populated areas to a run-down bar that was populated with the heaviest drinkers. "A gift from the avengers! As long as you don't kill her do what you wish with this Nazi! You have 6 hours!" He tosses the limp Vera in and closes the door. The alcoholics look down at her, before the groping starts, as Edna leaves with Joseph. "That was fun. Get on my back, I'll fly us home" He giggles and hops onto her back. "Let's make sure we remember to get her from the bar." "Do we have to? I could send Cap to do so. Cap hates her." He nods. "Okay... But I still have plans for her. I want her to be afraid every time I enter the room..." His hands grip on to the armor as if there was something she did to him that wasn't mentioned. "What exactly did she do to you?" He looks at her but he looks away. "I don't want to talk about it right now..." "Tell me when you're ready. What did you have planned with her?" He shrugs and answers, "maybe use her a bit... Do some embarrassing stuff to her then also... Sexual stuff..." He looks at Edna. "If you're ok with that." "Go right ahead, but use some protection, and I get to watch. Deal?" He blushes brightly as he nods. "Would you like an ice sculpture of you, cap, and Ellie?" "I think I would. You get them, while I undress" He runs off to find them in the kitchen. "Hi cap! Hi Ellie! Want an ice sculpture?" They looked at him. "A nude one, I presume?" Cap asked. "I mean.... If you're ok with that..." "Stark usually offers a pretty penny. Just keep it to yourself." They both proceed to get and head over to Edna's room. He follows them and asks, "but are you comfortable with it?" "It's not the first time we've been nude for her. Long story, bud." "Oh... So you do this because she'll pay you?" "It's a lot of money. Everyone has a price" He nods quietly. "Did... Did all of you have sex?" "N-... Maybe...once... or twice. But you keep that to yourself, or I will punch your face in." When they entered Edna's room, Edna was completely naked Joseph's face turned bright red as he instinctively looked away. "IIM guess you're ready Edna..." "I am. Girls, undress. Joseph, you may as well get used to staring." Edna said, as Ellie and Amanda stripped down to nothing He finally gets the courage to look at them despite developing a nose bleed. "So.... What kind of pose would you three like to do?" Edna gets them into a pose where Ellie and Amanda are sitting on their knees next to Edna, with Edna's legs spread and holding a breast in each hand. More blood ran from his nose as frost spread all over. He focuses his frost power into creating an ice sculpture exactly like them. While he was creating it he would glance at their feet every once in a while. Edna noticed him staring at their feet, then she remembered Vera mocked him for his fetish. She decided to say nothing of it, and kept the pose held. He would glance at all three of their feet until he was finished making the sculpture. "Done... How does it look?" Edna went over and looked it over. "It's beautiful, darling. You deserve something for this..." "Th-thank you b-but I don't deserve anything." He leans against Edna a little tired from his powers. "Nonsense.... grab my breasts... You deserve to feel them..." He smiles softly as he reaches up and begins to caress her breasts. He would squeeze and move them about with his hands there were a slight mixture of soft and rough. "So soft..." "I'm glad you like them. Keep going as long as you like, but this won't be the last time." He smiles as he keeps squeezing them then he notices cap and Ellie. "You seem to be enjoying her" Cap says. He blushes brightly. "W-want me to feel you two as well?"

Life as an Avenger|rating:3.0

OOC_ Musicians Wanted

Crimson Addiction is currently the world's most famous glam/goth/metal band. Led by their charismatic vocalist Hugh Organ, these leather clad troubadours tour the world from stage to tour bus to debaucheries party and back to stage again while booze, drugs and sexy women abound. Crazy antics and spinal Tap atmosphere shall prevail. Hugh originally hails from Manchester, England, but perhaps he moved to the States to form the band, so the other members could be from anywhere. Needed, bass player, drummer, and one or two guitarists. Image is important. Be on the campy side. The music is influenced by 80s glam metal, but with a goth streak to modernize it. The musicians in the band should be male, however, from time to time, there may be opening acts for the Addiction which could be anyone. Band members may change as the story moves on, but it is hoped that band members intend on staying at least for a tour or so (how long is a tour? Not sure yet, probably at least 5 or 6 limited shows). Once the band is set the story will begin. After that there will always be room for roadies, bus drivers, sound techs, a tour manager, a band manager or anything else that may be thought of as part of the entourage. For those of you who intend to stick with the story, you are welcome to be part of the entourage, post your char here. For the rest of you who may wish to come and go briefly and not be committed to the story, then no casting call is necessary. Fans (read groupies) may drop in at any time and leave when the show moves to another town. Then feel free to drop in again (perhaps with a new char) when you feel like a quickie. We will also make up our own original music. We don't have to actually write whole songs, but we will describe our sound (ex: "heavy chunky palm mute 8ths in the verses" or "solemn ballad intro of intricate arpeggio in D-minor as the drummer washes in a cymbal crescendo ...") and I will definitely throw on some crazy lyrics. It's an experiment of mine to see if anyone can imagine our sound from simply reading prose. My char: Hugh Organ, 27, 5'9, 160 lbs, scrawny tattooed sex object with long straight black hair, usually wears mascara on stage and is partial to leather pants. Operatically trained, he sings in a somewhat higher-pitched bluesy rasp, although his speaking voice is considerably lower and nonchalant with a charming English accent. Bump ... in E-minor Auditioning Daniel "Dragon" James. Bass player. Blonde 25-year-old, pushing 6 feet at about 185 muscular pounds who grew up on the streets of Holly weird playing in various bands and clubs since he was 15. Son of a famous movie director and a bit part actress. He hates the makeup but wears it because its part of the gig. He is an accomplished musician and vocalist with a penchant for whiskey and lots of girls, preferably at the same time. Nice, a bass player ... with backing vocals! Awesome! And I think we have a tour manager too. Leo "Genocide" Jenkins. Classically-trained guitarist. 5'11", long black hair, always tied back, with deep green eyes and a frame that shows every rib in his body. Of course, never seen with a shirt. Plays a black Dean Hard tail classic with rosewood frets, tapped pickups, and tribal inlays. Plays best when drunk, and his riffs always have a slow classical/blues undertone while keeping with the tone of the song. Blues influenced! We're going to get along just fine. And tapped pickups ... very technical. Somebody knows his stuff. Tapped pickups are so much fun. Helps distinguish the crunches from the sweet twangs. And his nickname was not of his choosing, by the way. He only plays because he loves playing, whether its metal, classical, or blues, makes no difference to him. Forgot to mention, he's got a slight southern accent, nothing too heavy, but there. Hey the name is great. The more over the top the better, it'll be more fun. I mean look at my char's name. We'll be Spinal Tap'is. Maybe our amps can go to 12? But... why not just make 10 louder? Bumping ... to the top of the charts - WITH a bullet! Damn, I'm going to need new strings! Bump ... and grind aw, come on, my rock n roll fantasy and no one else wants to play? Perhaps Hugh needs to pick up an instrument and become a trio with Genocide and Dragon. We could always have other, less active members to round out the band. Bump again ... I thought I had a drummer and a tour manager. We're THIS close (holds thumb and index finger apart) to getting the show on the road. Come on, int's a crazy rock n roll party! Dragon"Hey, Hugh, dude, what happened to the drummer you found?"LOL Pm'd me a couple of times but never posted a char. (shrug) InnoDB you think we need more cowbell? ROFLMAO Loki "the Trickster" Williams286'3230DrummerAlways been a huge fan of the likes of Tommy Lee and Joey Jordi son. His drum set is a wild mix of newer style and old school rock. Son of an Irish mother and American father. He grew up with his father and loved bands like Metallica, Mötley Crüe, Poison and lately the bands like Slipknot, Born, Rage against the Machine. He also enjoys jazz music and plays when not on tour in a small jazz club near his home. "I don't care, get me the damn strings I asked for." Dragon slammed shut his cell phone. 'Personal assistants suck.' He thought out loud. Sweet. Tommy Lee is actually a very underrated drummer. So we got a classically trained blues' guitarist, a total pro bass player and a jazz influenced groovy drummer. Sounds like a great band. I think we can kick this off tomorrow some time. That'll give me a chance to put the intro post together and also to see if I can find our tour manager. And if a 2nd guitarist wants to join, that's great too, if not we'll be a 4 piece. By this time tomorrow we'll be snorting pussy and Latin coke. Ok, I'm going out for a couple of hours to do some errands. When I get back I'll launch the thread. New chars still welcome. And someone get the bass player some strings already! Thread's up. Roxy Wright - Tour Manager265'5"121 lbs Fire red hair with a few chunky black streaks Green Eyes Pale Creamy Skin Roxy has always been into the rock scene, even at the tender age of 5. This was due to the fact that she worshiped her brother who was ten years older than she was. She grew up in an average middle class family, average middle class town, nothing exciting. She graduated with a degree in Audio Technology, but doesn't really want to be stuck in a mixing studio just yet, and has been a tour manager for various bands for the labels over the past few years. Furthermore, she is very pretty, though she tends to hide it under baggy t-shirts. Given that she always hung out with her brother and his friends, she usually feels and acts like "one of the guys" (to an extent of course!), which equally contributes to her "hiding" her girly figure. She is also fairly laid back and difficult to offend. Loki's musical influences ROCK, and I agree on the Tommy Lee thing. Hell, ANY drummer that can perform well in a cage spinning above the audience earns my respect! Let me know if this is cool for Roxy. Sweet! Have fun babysitting these guys, Roxy. Ha ha! Spankings all around! Also saw a t-shirt today that Loki should hand out to his conquests, it says "Save a drum, bang a drummer" lol.... And yes I bought one....to wear to a particular concert LOL Brent Mitchell -roadie Brent mitchel38 yrs old scruffy, blond hair.5'11180 lbs mildly blemished skincare a roadie after brief stint in Junior College. Brent has always found himself to be somewhat less than Amazon with the girls and people in general. He originally wanted to be a rock star himself but settled for being behind the scenes when He realized it was the lifestyle he was really interested in. He tries to set himself apart from the other roadies by making sure to be able to get them whatever they want sometimes even before they ask for it. Brent enjoys making things happen for the band. And likes to make use of his position to help himself out while he is at it. Its the ultimate free ride and Brent is making sure that it's the ride of a lifetime. He often has to do his work without the managers knowledge just to keep everything kosher. Brent has a son task don't tell policy when it comes to fangirl ages. His motto is "if they weren't adults how could they be this freaking loaded"He also is no stranger to recreational chemicals both to persuade groupies and to enhance performance. He is thinking about starting a video collection for the band so they have something to look back on unlike "those losers in the 60s who got anything they wanted but now the pathetic old fucks couldn't get a discount blowjob anymore" Brent is Dragon's fav roadie!LOL yeah Tommy lee is awesome but gotta give it to Joey, I mean full on upside down crazy drum solo? Holy Crayola. Sweet, we got a roadie now too!Oh, and Sex Bomb, what a cheesy song. It's awesome. Wanda ya think? I think it's going to need an orgasmic-sounding solo. I'll see what I can do about making my baby scream like a bitch in heat. Almost dropped the ball on that poly, huh? Poles are hello fun to play, but man some of them can be tough as hell. I actually can't count them while drunk to save my life. I know, I've tried... Good thing Genocide is a much better guitarist than I. I really like the sound of this thread, no pun intended. Might be a roadie, or merch? =] paperxairplanes said: I really like the sound of this thread, no pun intended. Might be a roadie, or merch? =] Click to expand... You're more than welcome to join. If you want to travel with the band/crew then post a brief char here in IOC. If you just want to cameo for a bit as a groupie or maybe media writer/interviewer etc. then IOC post is optional. I'm glad you brought up merch tho. I was brainstorming the album cover today at work. Furthermore, I think I've finally got the album title: "Savage Harem". Furthermore, I want it to be controversial, so that the band can get cornered in a Spinal Tap/NWH kind of interview where they have to explain their way out of it. In this case, I was thinking that the cover would have the band all gothed out and surrounded by scantily clad bondage women, a couple of the girls in the foreground on all fours at the end of leashes - totally over the top. And then perhaps they could get accused of degrading women or even misogyny or something, and maybe get banned. Not to take any of it seriously, I just want stupid, stupid controversy, you know? So as long as nobody has a problem with that could we make that our album cover and t-shirts/merch? Sounds good to me....each band member holding a leash and then on the inside cover have like different pictures of each band member. Like Hugh with two girls on leashes licking his pant legs. Genocide having a girl on a leash polishing his guitar as it's between his legs. Dragon...Hamm tough one, gotta make it proactive but also dealing with his bass. As for Loki a girl on a leash licking his drum sticks as he's holding them on his thigh. LoL god gotta love my mind's in the gutter Name:Juliet (Jay) Daniels Age: Twenty-two am:Merch Appearance: {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Personality:Sometimes, people wonder what the human mind is like. There are some people who can think like the rest of the world and have common thoughts and feelings and then there are people like Juliet who have such big imaginations, who think of everything as something else, who see life through a whole different kind of view than anyone else. It's all in the way she looks at a single thing and perceives it, taking it in. A lot of times, the best thing about Jay is that she sees most life through different eyes. It’s different in so many ways because of her outlook, her feelings on things. It’s easier to really look at something without any sort of preconceived notion, which is what she really goes after. Another very good trait about Juliet is her constant willingness to have her heart and mind open to everything. She has such big dreams, always wanting to go after whatever it is that her heart desires. She knows how to keep a level head on his shoulders and knows how to keep her end goal in sight. It's really a big deal to her, always trying to just dream big and actually make it happen. The one thing she can't ever really get a good grip on, though, is this whole thing with the opposite sex. You would come to think that being nineteen years old, the girl would be able to see a boy she found cute and actually hold a conversation with him. Poor girl. That's her biggest downfall; being so shy it keeps her from even speaking sometimes. She's a good-looking girl, yes, but at the same time, there's never been an easy way for her to just open up her mouth and say something to someone she's liked. It's never been too completely pretty because she's given more than her fair share of attempts and seemingly enough, each time she tries is just that much more brutal than the one previous to it. She feels like it's only something that discourages her more and more but overall, she keeps trying because she's got that kind of heart, the kind of soul that just never lets her fall short of what she's trying to accomplish. While she's shy, something about Jay never lets her be too much of a coward. The thing to her is that when she sees something happening that she knows is wrong, she can't handle it and would do anything to stop it from happening. She's the kind of girl that doesn't put up with injustice, who doesn't deal with things when she knows that more than anything they're wrong. She feels like she has her morals and even if she can't string two words together to save her life, he would do anything if she knew that it was the right thing to do. When Juliet has her heart on something she believes in, she puts her whole mind and body into it. Take for example, her veganism. Juliet firmly believes in the treatment of animals and all but at the same time, is the kind of girl to realize that the vegan lifestyle is much healthier for her. She's not a complete PETA not like most vegans are but instead, she just has chosen the life for herself because it's better for her body. A lot of time, she can be found with a bowl of vegan ice cream or lemonade. Sure, some people think she's completely mental for it and some people just think she's off her rocker but either way, she knows how to make his own decisions. Along with being imaginative and having such a wide and broad mind, she's just kind of spacey sometimes. Sure, there are people out there who are a lot worse, and she could be worse but most people don't seem to understand her for what and who she is. She's the kind of girl who could sit around and just think about the most random things and simply entertain herself without having to have someone else do it for her. Some people classify that as being weird, but Jay seems to classify it as being self-productive. It's a different view on the same thing, some people just don't have the broad expansion that others do when it comes to classifications and such.' History:When Juliet was fifteen, she began to realize she really liked to sing. Whenever her parents were too busy with her little brother, Raymond, Jay would sit in her room and sing to whatever she felt like. Sometimes, it was the Beatles, others, the Spice Girls, and so on and so forth. She actually taught herself to sing, and her voice became very good. She'd walk around singing even in school, and she realized it was one of the few times when she felt calm. Singing really helped her. Not only did Juliet like to sing, but she also loved guitar. Her father would play it for her sometimes, and when she was sixteen, her father began to give her lessons on the bass. Within a year she was mastering it. Juliet continued with her own life, and graduated when she was seventeen years old. She was in a band called Don't Call Me Baby, and was the bassist and back up vocals. She was always expecting that they would hit it big time, but they didn't. Though she usually tells herself she isn't a quite, she knew this was one dream that wasn't going to work out. She got into working with Crimson through a friend, and if this was as close as she's going to get to the limelight, no problem. Just let her lay there with my bass on top of her as I hold the leash tight, the neck could be between her legs and her hands wrapped around the body of it. Ok that sounds good Another song. This one's a shuffle, fellas. When I heard 'walking baseline', it had to be the shuffle. And more cheesy lyrics. I love it. Maniac9538 said: sounds good to me....each band member holding a leash and then on the inside cover have like different pictures of each band member. Like Hugh with two girls on leashes licking his pant legs. Genocide having a girl on a leash polishing his guitar as it's between his legs. Dragon...Hamm tough one, gotta make it proactive but also dealing with his bass. As for Loki a girl on a leash licking his drum sticks as he's holding them on his thigh. Lol god gotta love my mind's in the gutter Click to expand... Keep it in the gutter. It's rock n roll. And we could have 4 different t-shirts, 1 for each band member's leash photo, tour dates on the back. Hi PT and Crimson Addiction posted my groupie intro but as it looks like such a cool thread I'm wondering if my char could be picked up for some on road entertainment? I'd love to write a more permanent char that I can get my teeth into and stick with the band for a bit. I'm thinking that maybe my little 18 yr old can get 'roasted' which is a term used a lot in English football (soccer) when an impromptu orgy occurs and impressionable, inexperienced girls are fed drugs and booze and then persuaded to service everyone who wants them. Once that has happened, the lines will already have been crossed and for her to be taken advantage of by more than one band member in the future and also pushed into bisexuality with other fans will be a plausible storyline. Might also be a handy tool for a bit of tension/jealousy between the lads, if you want to spice things up a bit. Thoughts? If you want a more 3D char, I can post a bio here. Clicky welcome to the thread velvet darkness. Glad you brought your character into the thread. Could be fun to have her around as a little plaything for the guys *sigh*I post and intro, and it goes quiet. Don't tell me I've scared the big, bad band away? Not me. I just have to move at the end of the month, so I'll be doing a lot of packing and arranging and such this weekend. Completely unrelated, but here is what Roxy looks like by the way, for the most part, though not nearly as scantily clad (she's in baggy t-shirts as previously mentioned) lol. Also thought you would appreciate the guitar pic given the story aw there's the idea with the bass, thanks Roxy!! *chuckle* Yeah, I was bored...can you tell? Lol it's ok, I get that way myself! I really like the look of that for Dragon's t design, only the leash must be added. Well, have it been a leash that is tieing her up, going from her collar and then tieing her body to the bass you talked me into it, but hey, I'm easy hey, did I say that? I've got an idea for a female character I would like to see if you guys wouldn't mind.Name-Emily "Nail" HiggensAge 22Looks- 5'3 113lbs short purple dyed hair, a lip piercing, left eyebrow piercing along with other piercings that can't be seen in public. Tattoo of a dragon across her shoulders.Background-Emily is the bassist of an independent band called The Black Rose Skull, that has been signed as opening act for Crimson Addiction. She often wears a tight halter top and ass-less leather pants proudly showing off her thronged behind. Often times while playing it looks like she's maybe having an orgasm right on stage for how she holds the bass so closer to her lower region while playing. Emily has been known to party just as hard as the guys and just as horny too. She often picks up the leftover groupies backstage for some fun, but she really likes to invite a couple of lucky male fans to her hotel room for a good time too. So how does that sound? Poetaster said: Not me. I just have to move at the end of the month, so I'll be doing a lot of packing and arranging and such this weekend. Click to expand... I was only pouting in jest. Hope the move goes as smoothly as these things ever go. DarkDesires96 said: I've got an idea for a female character I would like to see if you guys wouldn't mind. Name-Emily "Nail" Higgins Age 22 Looks- 5'3 113lbs short purple dyed hair, a lip piercing, left eyebrow piercing along with other piercings that can't be seen in public. Tattoo of a dragon across her shoulders. Background-Emily is the bassist of an independent band called The Black Rose Skull, that has been signed as opening act for Crimson Addiction. She often wears a tight halter top and ass-less leather pants proudly showing off her thronged behind. Often times while playing it looks like she's maybe having an orgasm right on stage for how she holds the bass so closer to her lower region while playing. Emily has been known to party just as hard as the guys and just as horny too. She often picks up the leftover groupies backstage for some fun, but she really likes to invite a couple of lucky male fans to her hotel room for a good time too. So how does that sound? Click to expand... All right, we got an opening act! This is so cool. I'm gonna post again this afternoon. This thread is so fun. Okay guys, Dragon has no intention of becoming a one-man show, unless it's after the show, and he can get to the party first! Ok, were doing the closing number. We can pretend that there were more songs, we just skipped them over. We need to save some for other shows. I think we've done enough stage antics for now. And where's our guitar player? Wasn't my day to keep up with him LOL I have to go run some errands. I'll be back in 2 or 3 hours. Ha, like I'm going to save you any girls!!! Dam we are posting all over each other aren't we lol fun for a change extra for spanking? Pah-lease lol You owe me a spanking for that...lol can't hurt to ask... Hey guys, sorry I've been a bit busy but will post for the groupies asap, probably this evening (GMT). I know you're all keen to keep things moving. Sorry I ain't been very active this week. I'm moving this weekend, so I have been packing stuff and hauling furniture to storage. I'll be active one night before the end of the month, and then I'll be back full time after the first. Don't worry, I ain't losing any steam on this. Looking around my apartment right now it's quite empty. Much like my life has been this year. Hope it's a good move for you Poetaster said: Looking around my apartment right now it's quite empty. Much like my life has been this year. Click to expand... Aww. *gives PT a squeeze* So my world has gone kinda down hill lately so sorry for my lack of posting last few days, but I'll be here more now. Meghan Moore24descrition: Meghan stands about 5 foot 6,brown shoulder-length hair and brown eyes. She grew up in Hollywood with Daniel "Dragon" James. They dated all through high school and when he got into the band scene things didn't go so great. He ended up pushing her away for the booze and women. Now she has followed his gigs with Crimson addiction and traveled to their latest gig. She just wanted to see how he was doing, she had never stopped loving him. DarkStarr39 said: Meghan Moore 24 description: Meghan stands about 5 foot 6,brown shoulder-length hair and brown eyes. She grew up in Hollywood with Daniel "Dragon" James. They dated all through high school and when he got into the band scene things didn't go so great. He ended up pushing her away for the booze and women. Now she has followed his gigs with Crimson addiction and traveled to their latest gig. She just wanted to see how he was doing, she had never stopped loving him. Click to expand... As long as life is cool with that history, you're in. Welcome! *pokes Life oh, I guess LMAO.*grins I wonder what she would say if she was what my character Emily "Nail" is doing to him right now lol he-he never know.lol she might ask to join in.lol I sent Pie some ideas for my character, hopefully he'll take her on. Don't feel like playing the typical groupie, so I think I might decide to give old Hugh a blast from his past. If you catch my drift *wink* Name: Aurora Rose Parentage: 21Hair: just past her shoulders, silky and wavy, deep Merlot red with black streaks here and there Eyes: one cerulean blue, one clover green (not contacts)Skin tone: Pale enough to make some goth girls green with envy Description: Standing at 5'0" without heels, Aurora doesn't exactly cut an imposing figure. She's pale, and were it not for the usually dramatic makeup her profession calls for, one might describe her as innocent. She tends to wear primarily corsets, though whether she wears a skirt or pants varies by the day. Don't let the corsets fool you, however. Just because she wears them, doesn't mean she really needs them. They're primarily for looks and personal style, as any glimpse of her in anything else will easily give away. A petite waist is offset by her full, firm round breasts and gently curved waist and tight round ass. A pair of long, shapely legs could make most men fall all over themselves. She is unusually free of piercings save her ears, and all in all if she so chose, could easily pull off a more pure, wholesome look. Background:Aura met Hugh before he got into the band, back when he was still in England, still going through his formal operatic training. They met through their vocal coach, both students of his. She was training at a very young age, actually from a rather wealthy and well-to-do family. A child prodigy of sorts, she was brought up being trained in just about every "high end" type of music they could get her into. She plays piano, violin, flute, and a few other instruments with ease, but her forte seems to be vocals. From day one almost, her mother and father had her taking lessons, even against the warnings of some doctors that lessons too early could do harm rather than good. She sort of idolized Hugh as they were growing up, primarily because of his wild streak. They may not have been close, but she had a crush on him through most of their childhood, but hid it well because of her parent's tendency to disapprove of his wild ways. Still though, she could not be dissuaded from her admiration of him, and soon as she was able, was following in his footsteps, so to speak. When he left to join Crimson Addiction, she followed their progress as best she could every step of the way, looking up to him. Since her 18th, she's been traveling parts of Europe and even Australia, touring with bands that are large in various countries. Bands like Sonata Arctica, Tarot, Charon, Lacuna Coil, Terasecond, Edgy, Night wish, Epic, and Within Temptation on many of their European tours. Needless to say, she's made quite a name for herself abroad, but very few people in the states know who she is.It's been years since Hugh have seen her, and the last time he did... she was a scrawny little kid (though she was always pretty, she was a late bloomer when it came to... physical maturity) and boy is he in for a surprise! Lol this is getting interesting all the guys having long-lost friends show up. *grins* lol the real question is whether Hugh will remember her XD Or if any of the guys will recognize her, if they follow metal from around the world, or just focus on the US blah... I'm bored... *flops* no one is online today *waves*I am, not much point in posting until somebody else shows up though. Welcome to the thread. Lol not unless the girls want to play between themselves but somehow that doesn't have same edge as the guys being here.lol I'm online just dealing with my ex and her in saneness. Is that even a word? Lol. Oh, on another note I might be MIA from the post in 2 weeks or so. I got my medical clearance to return to military duty so now just got to wait and see how they want me to prove I'm combat effective. Lol yeah... and there's really no way to bring Aura into it without Hugh... I kinda placed her specifically to catch him off guard. And Pie probably won't be back till Monday *pout*All this boredom+the urge to RP is going to end up driving me to start a new thread... or four... >.> yeah weekends usually drag until later in here I see maybe I should have made my character have a past with someone as well cause right now I'm just floundering around with no real purpose just trying to get something going but then something else sidetracks everything. Desires how about Loki and Nail have a past but never realized it...he is a military brat. End up talking about something they both know too well? Maybe what you have in mind, like I said before Emily "Nail" Higgins grew up in Chicago, when to an unnamed collage, dropped out and became a member of Black Rose Skull. Something you want to work with something from that, maybe they hooked up while she was at collage, but he doesn't recognize her because she changed her look? So it occurred to me... that only one or two of the bands I listed in my profile are things most from the US would know... so I'm going to provide some linkage to their songs (if I can find them on YouTube... I have all the albums x.x) in case people are curious. Sonata Arctica-Paid in Full Charon-ColderTarot-Pyre of Gods Lacuna Coil-CloserTeräsbetoni-Miss meet ratsastaa (note:worst acting ever. Don't watch... just listen)Edgy-King of FoolsNightwish-AmaranthEpica-Never Enough Within Temptation-Frozen Well... I think that's all of them I didn't know Crimson Addiction was a real band. I thought Pie made the band name up. It must be heavier stuff for I don't think I've heard of them. He did make Crimson Addiction up Those are bands I had Aura touring with throughout Europe. According to what I found off google there is a Denver band called Crimson Addiction. That wouldn't surprise me. I've heard of there being lots of bands out there with the same names or names that are really similar. I'm pretty sure we can rest assured that this particular version of Crimson Addiction is all fictional. yeah, just like anything else when coming up for a name for something, pretty soon you start to run into something that might have the same name or something similar for we are limited by our language and the amount of words we have. Actually the band Green Jelly (three little pigs song) was called Green Jello but ya know lawsuits screwed that up.Oh, Desires thought up how Loki and Nail know each other. They knew each other in college and they both changed since he went military after college. How he notices is a birthmark on her back or something. Yeah, that could work, yeah. Evening whoever here! You guys still need/want a 2nd guitarist? I swear, "Three Little Pigs" is the only song I remember from Green Jelly...and it was creepy as hell! Having read the latest, and being the bitch I am I must say...."Oh, for fuck's sake." Say Roxy blew up or something. If not, I'll write it myself. Talon said: You guys still need/want a 2nd guitarist? Click to expand... well if they don't need you for Crimson Addiction you can be more than welcome to be lead guitar for Black Rose Skull for it would be nice to have more people playing parts of the opening band as well, so I'm not so alone lol Sounds good to me if the OP doesn't object. I'll post a character bio in a minute. Cool will be waiting. Name: Anton 'the Animal' SerevichPhysical Description: A tall, muscular youth clad almost always clad in leather pants and various Black Metal shirts with the sleeves ripped off. Has blonde shoulder-length hair, cold blue eyes and a black goatee. Bio: Born in Russia but relocated at a young age to Finland, Anton's parents enrolled him in a private music school at age eight in hopes he would become a classical musician. At age fourteen Anton discovered Finnish black metal from a classmate. He would never turn back. He saved money from crappy summer jobs to eventually buy a secondhand electric guitar and amp. His father forbid him to play or listen to his beloved Metal, but in the fashion of most young teenagers it only pushed Anton to play guitar harder and faster. His father, disgusted, sent him to America to live with an Aunt and Uncle. Anton fell in with the local metal scene in California and was in and out of 5 different metal bands before his 17th birthday. Renowned for his lightning fast arpeggio sweep picking runs and searing-bone crunching rhythms, he toured the states and Europe as the lead guitarist with the band 'Blood skull'. It was on this world tour that he was discovered by 'Black Rose Skull' and he left Blood skull to become their lead guitarist. Since then, he picked up the nickname 'the Animal' for his ruthless rock star party antics, such as destroying hotel rooms and consuming massive amounts of Jagermeister. Gear: Gibson Gothic Explorers with EMG 81/85 combo and custom Mesa Boogie rectifiers. yay, I have a bandmate Yay scarlettnuit said: Having read the latest, and being the bitch I am I must say...."Oh, for fuck's sake." Say Roxy blew up or something. If not, I'll write it myself. Click to expand... uhm... Did I miss something? Jewelry said: uhm... Did I miss something? Click to expand... Well if you did, so did I. Not sure what's happened there. Yeah, I'm not sure what she is mad about? Well at least I'm not the only one... makes me feel like less of an idiot that way *reads scarlet's post* wow... uhm... way to cut everyone short in the middle of what they're doing... Hell... Pie and I didn't even get a chance to join the party. Tighe told me to do it *shrugs* so we'll have to ask Life then why wanted to cut everyone off then? I suppose so...he said something about the party having gone on forever, and emailed me to have Roxy get the guys on the bus....darned if I know why, I suppose I should have asked you all before I did it...so sorry about that. I kind of wanted to step out of the whole thing all together, but he nagged me to post. That's a shame. A thread with as many people on it as this one is going to get like that at times. I do think it's a little unfair of him to put you in that position. Also, a thread 'belongs' to everyone who posts on it, it annoys me when people throw a wrench into the works because they don't like something and consider it to be 'their' thread. Wonder what PT'll make of it when he's back online again. Well, I won't speak for anyone, I just know that is what he asked me to do, and I've done it. It can be ignored or not, after all, she's not god last time I checked. This part of the reason I wanted to get out of this all together, too many people, too many things going on. This thread needs it's on yahoo group to try and keep straight everything that is happening at once. My apologies to Pie for seemingly screwing up his thread. It was great fun. I will write out Dragon and Megan, (with her permission which I have already received) and thank all for letting me participate. The hassle of it isn't worth the storyline and the bus (no pun intended) was a little rough as I got tossed under it.~Life You know, normally I would take credit for being an evil bitch...but I was just doing what I was asked to do. I didn't know everyone would get all up in arms about moving the thing forward, honestly. It's frigging "game" people. Good to know, however, that by doing what I was asked by Life, I am not apparently throwing him under the bus... Anyway, before I go into a rant, Roxy is out of the way as I had wanted her to be, and now you are all free to do whatever. Well I'm not sure if everyone is pissed for having the party stop, I think its just more having it done without talking about it here and any issues people headfirst, in the IOC thread first, but that's just my opinion. Holy WTF?? All right I'll post and put this thing back together tomorrow night. I was more just blindsided than pissed. It was like I posted and waiting for Pie to come back and then all of a sudden the story was being shoved along before I'd even really been introduced. I agree with Desires, it really would have been nice if people had discussed it here and at least given warning. I would have waited to post for the band to reach the next town before introducing my character. yeah, isn't that why we have an IOC thread to begin with so we can talk about issues we have. I mean the only person who has the right to truly direct where this is going would be the person who created the thread in the first place, which in that case would be Pie. Sorry about my lack of appearance here my best friend from the military passed away and been out at his mom's place helping her out it's ok, really, but it looks like this thread is starting to fall apart anyway. Awww damn and was going to have Loki damn near rape Nail on stage oh that sounds fun, but I wonder if people are going to want to continue after the mess that happened within the last 48 hrs. For Dragon and Roxy both decided to quit, but Pie said he was going to post something tomorrow. So I don't know well I'll stick around. yeah, I guess we'll see what Pie wants to do. DarkDesires96 said: Well I'm not sure if everyone is pissed for having the party stop, I think its just more having it done without talking about it here and any issues people headfirst, in the IOC thread first, but that's just my opinion. Click to expand... Yeah, that's what I meant by my last post here really. On multiplayer like this you just have to expect that you have no idea where things are going to end up. I haven't had a problem with anything that's happened IC so far. It's all a little baffling. To grab the thread and throw it into a handbrake turn before bailing out completely is just stupid and inconsiderate. SN can blame life for what she posted, but it was still agreed between the two of them (and presumably, with DS as well), without discussion with anybody else and executed while PT was known to be offline for the weekend. It's not exactly textbook forum etiquette. I'm still here PT. If you want me to keep going with the girls, ditch one of them for simplicity or write in a new character then just let me know, and I'll do whatever. Is Leopold still writing? I was working with him on another thread, but he appears to have abandoned that one too. Think it's about time we did a headcount and figured out what happens next. This message has been posted in other places, so if this is the second time you are seeing it, I apologize. Today (Tuesday, the 2nd) marks the first day of the fall semester for my college. I am taking a full-time set of classes this semester, and expect that for the next few days, at the very least, I shall be very busy and things will be a bit hectic. To those of you waiting on posts from me, please bear with me, I expect that after Thursday or Friday, things will have settled back down, and I'll have found my rhythm again and will once again be able to post more regularly. Please understand that this is not me disappearing for good, just because I'm not on for a few days or at the very least, not posting as promptly as I normally do. Also, I am not sure yet, but my posts may drop to 1 or 2 posts every 1 to 2 days. Thank you for your understanding, if you would like my contact information (email or messenger handles), please send me a pm, as I should be responding to those whenever I am given the time needed to do so.~Jewel Velvet Darkness said: Yeah, that's what I meant by my last post here really. On multiplayer like this you just have to expect that you have no idea where things are going to end up. I haven't had a problem with anything that's happened IC so far. It's all a little baffling. To grab the thread and throw it into a handbrake turn before bailing out completely is just stupid and inconsiderate. SN can blame life for what she posted, but it was still agreed between the two of them (and presumably, with DS as well), without discussion with anybody else and executed while PT was known to be offline for the weekend. It's not exactly textbook forum etiquette. I'm still here PT. If you want me to keep going with the girls, ditch one of them for simplicity or write in a new character then just let me know, and I'll do whatever. Is Leopold still writing? I was working with him on another thread, but he appears to have abandoned that one too. Think it's about time we did a headcount and figured out what happens next. Click to expand... Well if Pie wants to salvage this thread somehow I'll still do it. Well even though my posts may be a little slow for a few days, I'm still here for the long haul. Are we still doing this, or should I move the thread to my old subscriptions file? Sorry, I've had a rather unsettled week. Let's put this back on track shall we? First off, I'll post tonight where Hugh meets corset-girl at the barrier. Then I'll send some PMs out to Leo and Scarlett and find out what's up. I doubt that I'll be around tomorrow, but the weekend Hugh should be able to start partying again. Take your time, I know how hard moving can be and all the things that can come up. I've been really busy myself, and am just finding time today to start catching up. Hugh will definitely be snorting coke off of someone's nipples this weekend. Maybe several people's. So just wondering should we ignore the last few posts by Roxy and Dragon then and let the party continue? Well, I've pm'd a few folks, and pending on their answers, I'll probably get Hugh to patch things up or smooth things over in char, or whatever I can work out with those involved. So for now, the state of the thread is as is. So I suppose anyone who wants to post anything that doesn't really involve those who have dropped out, can do so. If you're unsure, then all I can say is just give it a day or 2 to see if it sorts out. Ok I'll wait. Hi guys. Just to say that my other half has been in hospital the last few days. It's nothing too serious but not resolved yet, and I'm feeling less than creative just now. I'd still really like to work on the thread, just maybe in a few days. Sorry for any inconvenience. Good luck to you guys Velvet Darkness said: Hi guys. Just to say that my other half has been in hospital the last few days. It's nothing too serious but not resolved yet, and I'm feeling less than creative just now. I'd still really like to work on the thread, just maybe in a few days. Sorry for any inconvenience. Click to expand... I'm sorry to hear that. I hope he's feeling better soon. Furthermore, I'm sure everyone here is more than willing to be a listening ear if you need someone to talk to, I know I am. Hope to hear from you when you're feeling better. Jewelry said: I'm sorry to hear that. I hope he's feeling better soon. I'm sure everyone here is more than willing to be a listening ear if you need someone to talk to, I know I am. Hope to hear from you when you're feeling better. Click to expand... Thank-you honey. It's a long-running thing and has been very stressful. Writing SRPs has been a really welcome diversion but occasionally, I just can't see past the here and now.PT, I can pick the girls up, have them follow you to another gig or invent a whole new character so don't worry about fitting me into the logistics of the thread. Hey folks, my net access is down. I don't know when I'm getting it back. I'm logged in now from a corner store. This sucks. Fair enough. The thread will still be there when you're online and so will I. If all else fails, we can always start a brand new, kick-ass thread. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Well I'm still here when Pie gets back. I'm back. Does anyone care to dust this off? Thursday I'll be around to see if this is salvageable. We were such a good band. I'm still interested. Ok, well it looks as though my bandmates have deserted me, although they are definitely welcome back at any time. I thought it was dead, but I have Aurora (Jewel) and Roxy (Scarlett) still into it. If anybody else wants to revive this, PLEASE let me know. The story is right at the good (sex party) part where we left off. Ha ha ha the chicks from Maryland are in, what does that say about Maryland? Lol (That red heads from Maryland rock? I think so) would love to get this thread restarted again if anyone wants Tempting ... I'll think about it. This character is easy and fun to write. We'll need a new guitar player. Maybe start a new album, a new tour ... Maybe I'll post something on the weekend. Hey, I'd like to play a part in this thread if its re-starting.....? PM me! Hamm I was reading through this. The thread sounded like a great idea and since I am a musician with some (Moderate) gig experience and classical training I was looking at trying to get in on it. Though the last few pages have been discouraging. Any chance I could get an update on the life of the thread, and if there are any spots available for a drummer?

OOC_ Musicians Wanted|rating:2.0

Taming Tara (supers roleplay)

Name: Tara Jane Brennan. K.A: “Jinx” Age: 21Origin: (not sure on this one?) Gender: Female Occupation: Sports scholarship student Body build: Slim, petite Skin: Fair/pale Born: Brentwood, Los Angeles, C.There: Platinum blonde (white), short-medium length Eyes: Blue Height: 5’2”Weight: 121lbsAppearance: Tara is a gorgeous girl with a youthful face which makes her look several years younger than she actually is. She has sparkling, deep-blue eyes and a flirtatious smile. Her build is slim but well-rounded in the breasts and backside. She always dresses to impress. Costume: White mid-thigh length stockings and a bright purple ‘thong’ bikini leotard, in contrast with this she wears a shiny golden belt around her slim waist and adidas track shoes - always ready for action. Background: Born the only child to a very wealthy family in inner Los Angeles, Tara’s father died when she was two years old leaving her mother with everything. She never knew her father and her mother took more interest in the latest fashions and what was showing on Broadway than in her daughter. Tara learned to be very independent at a young age. She is quite lazy in her studies and has taken the many opportunities presented to her as a wealthy child for granted. Nonetheless she has made her own way in life. Tara enjoys physical activity such as sports and athletics. Personality: Bubbly, extroverted, excited, hyperactive. Somewhat selfish and VERY promiscuous/slutty. Motivations:Fame, sex, male attention, but also to do good, protect innocent life. She’d like to own a better sports car than the one she already has. In particular, Tara seeks to sleep with as many male superheroes as possible – it’s a real turn-on/kink for her. (After her first encounter with a super villain she will gain a degenerate taste for them and will then seek further encounters). Talents:Sexual technique (specialties include fellatio and multiple penetration/male partners), fast talking/charm/bluff, athletics, swimming, sports, she is also extremely fit. Her knowledge in human physiology grants her some skill in first aide. Powers: Pheromones: Tara can release powerful pheromones into the air in a 30-foot radius around her which will highly arouse males (and only males) in the area. This does not force them to want to have sex with her but certainly puts it at the front of their mind. This power combined with her natural charm talent allows her great power over male’s affections. She often uses these powers to coerce men into group-sex with her. Telepathy: Tara can sense people’s emotions with ease and when she focuses, can read their surface thoughts. With great effort she can delve even deeper, but it’s extremely draining on her so she rarely does it. Speed: Tara can move extremely fast – up to 350 mph on foot. Flight: Tara can fly freely with excellent maneuverability. Combined with her speed she can fly at speeds of 550mph. Immunity to disease: Tara is completely immune to ALL diseases blood-borne, airborne, contact - any. She cannot contract or carry any disease as it is neutralized on contact with her. Rapid healing: She can heal wounds up to an including serious internal bleeding and broken bones in a matter of seconds. She cannot regenerate lost limbs etc. Weaknesses: Electricity: Drains her powers temporarily until the electricity is ‘grounded’. Also, her great beauty combined with terrible luck make her an easy target for super villains*. Image: (her first NC encounter with a super villain, I'd like Tara to develop a "thing" for fucking super villains, leading her to even further depravity. “White” Tara woke early as usual. Swinging her pale, slender legs out of bed, she sat up. Pausing there in her little pink singlet and white boy-leg panties for a moment, she blinked the sleep from her bright blue eyes. Then, reaching both arms up towards the ceiling and stretching out her back, Tara yawned… it’s then she realized it was a Monday morning. That meant one thing… class. A quiet groan of resignation escaped Tara’s lips. She sat there for a few moments, hanging her head down on her chest, staring at her clothing-strewn dorm-room floor. It wasn’t that she hated study, it’s just that she found it so boring. Sitting around in a dusty old classroom listening to someone drone on about the psychology of achievement was definitely not her idea of fun. She’d much prefer to be at some bar chatting up hunky young football jocks. She reached over to her bedside table and took a tiny red pill from a box there, put in on her tongue, then swallowed. There were a few other items on the bedside table that spoke yards about their owner. A clock-radio, a small red book with a pink love heart on it, some lip balm, a half-eaten green apple, a copy of the latest “Cosmopolitan” magazine, six condoms of various colors and a large, rather empty looking tube of personal lubricant. Tara’s room was typical for a dorm room – small and efficiently packed. The walls were a covered with various posters, mostly depicting handsome young male Hollywood stars. A few were movie posters from recent feature films. Along another wall were a series of three pennants, the sort awarded at sporting events for winners. Below these was a neat work desk – far too neat for someone to have worked at it any time recently. Looking out the window and seeing the sun was shining, Tara decided it was just the right kind of weather for some exercise. After splashing her face with some cold water and drying-off, Tara quickly ran a brush through her short, platinum blonde hair before securing it in a short ponytail. Next she pulled open the double doors of her wardrobe. Inside were many clothes, mostly the casual type of clothing one wears to the gym or when playing sport. A few special garments were there, a few small mini skirts, a little black dress and the left-hand side were a series of large wire draws holding a huge variety of women’s lingerie.However, it was the three pieces that hung on the right side that would have drawn the attention of a casual observer, for there were three shiny purple thong bikini’s in spandex, three pairs of long sleek white thigh-high stockings and a small golden metal belt. Tara grabbed out three pieces of clothing, barely taking notice of which they were. She knew that if she didn’t hurry, they’d leave without her… Quickly she dropped her boy-leg panties to the floor and pulled-off her top, discarding both on the floor at her feet. She stepped into a sleek white Lycra sports thong she’d grabbed from the draw. Slipping it up and over her pert, well-formed backside, Tara turned a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Tara smiled, running her hands over the smooth cheeks of her behind, enjoying the silky feel of the fabric and admiring the curve of her lower back and ass. Next she tugged on a pair of small green jogging shorts with yellow stripes up the side, a black sports-bra. Sitting on her desk chair, she put on her socks and finally a pair of cross trainers. Jumping-up energetically, Tara bounced up and down on the spot, summoning some adrenalin for the run ahead. Keen to get started, she jogged on the spot. “There’ll be no time for a warm-up if I want to catch the boys today!” with that thought she grabbed her keys and left her room. Tara made her way downstairs to the first floor of the girl’s dormitory. It wasn’t her choice of accommodation, but her mom wouldn’t pay for her to have her own apartment. Tara didn’t understand that, after all she could afford it without any problem. Just selfish it was. She passed a few of the other residents of the dorm but none she knew well. Tara waved hello to two girls carrying arm-fulls of books, but they frowned, not acknowledging her and hurried passed down the corridor… “Bloody bitches” Tara thought as she jogged down the steps and out into the courtyard. It was a fresh spring morning and everything was covered with glimmering wetness form a pre-dawn shower. Tara picked up her pace now, running out through the front entrance of the courtyard and over towards the front steps of the next building. The air was cool and refreshing on her face. Waiting on the steps was a group of a dozen young men, all dressed in sports attire and sneakers. Some did stretches while others stood around talking…“Hey guys!” Tara piped excitedly “Thanks for waiting for me. Soon sorry I’m late…” three of the men who were chatting together glanced up. Looking less than happy they grunted in annoyance at her arrival and one rolled his eyes. The three moved off, setting the pace for the morning run and a few others followed suit.“Touchy” muttered Tara to the three as they jogged by. She recognized most of the group. Almost all were studying the same course as her at college. She’d sat next to them in class, played basketball or other social sports against some and spent time with others working out at the gym. Tara knew them all by name. “Hey Tara”, “morning”, “hey there” and “hi” - this group all greeted her with smiles and much more enthusiasm than the first lot. A few of them let their eyes linger over Tara’s body for a little long for her not to notice, clearly admiring her slim, pert form. Tara just smiled to herself and tried hard to pretend not to notice. The rest of the group set-off behind and Tara followed at the rear. One of the young men with broad shoulders, an athletic frame and square-cut jaw jogged up beside her. It was Derek from once of her classes, but she couldn’t remember exactly which.“Hey Tara, good to see you could make it.” His comment was laced with sarcasm.“Well, some of us have a busy social life, unlike you closet nerds!” Tara spat back in her typical flirtatious tone. Derek just grinned and fell into a steady step alongside Tara. DeathstrokeName: Gabriel Wilson Age: 37 Origin: Breeder Mutant Gender: Male Occupation: Mercenary Body Build: Muscular Skin: Pecan Brown Born: Boulder, Colorado Appear to be an Amazing fighter on par with wolverine, Batman, Capt. America if not better. Extremely agile Olympic level athlete. Able to lift up to 5 tons with difficulty, seems to have limitless stamina. Graduated from college before the age of 17Hair Color: Black Eye Color: BRN Height: 5'11" Weight: 217 lbs. Weakness: Overcoming him mentally, Dark powers less effective in the daylight. Talents: Guns, Computers, Thief/Espionage, literature, Chemistry, Martial Arts, Oriental Weapons, Weapons Specialist – Baton/Beau staff. Powers:Dark force Manipulation:*Gateway – teleport through shadows, *Energy Solidification- able to make armor and weapons to form them from darkness and make them solid, *Invisibility – able to disappear in complete darkness.*Shadow Casting – able to create forms out of shadows or images that appear to be real. Total Recall - able to remember up to 30% of all things seen or read. Heightened Metabolism - boosted brain capacity, increasing his coordination and stamina to superhuman levels. He is able to devote 90% of his brain capacity to fighting. He is said to have "the strength of ten men". Furthermore, he also has enhanced speed and agility. He also has a healing factor which enables him to recover from physical injuries much faster than most humans. Apparently immortal. Able to think nine times faster than most humans, Wilson thus possesses heightened senses, reflexes, and physical acumen, making him an astounding tactician. His arsenal is extensive and, with his augmented physique, he can turn any object into a deadly weapon. Nevertheless, he prefers his broadsword, blasting Beau staff, and other weapons of darkness. Gabriel was built like super, he had been for a long time, large shoulders, nice arms, slim waist, thick legs. He was even more.....endowed then most meet. The fact that he looked like he had been dipped in chocolate made no never mind. The thing that called attention to him most of the time was his deep brown eyes. They looked almost black, his mother told him he should smile more.....or they would make him look sinister. He took that to heart. He didn't. Furthermore, he had always been up to something, most told him it was no good. Furthermore, he was always different, he went to the military as soon as he could go wanting to make something of himself for his mother...his father. But every path seemed to be taking him down the wrong one. He was special...he had been for some time. He was a mutant, he could control and manipulate darkness.....when the military was finished with him, he would be able to do more.....oh so much more. Furthermore, he was a sponge mentally he took in heaps of information, it was almost osmosis with a book the fact that he could read fast made most thing he had a photographic memory. After the experiments....he did. He could do a lot more after the experiments. Most thought they didn't take, but he knew they had....much later. His body already had powers so what they did...adapted slowly with him....but it took. Better than it had the others. By the time they had realised it....it was too late, and he was gone. He had vanished into the void of throngs of other soldiers that were considered...failures. It was his body chemistry that made the serum and energy procedures work. Gabriel never stopped training and crafting weapons or finding others to do so for him. He finally moved to use his skills and training to become an assassin, he marked himself at being the best. Yes there was money in killing....removing obstacles. There was more money in removing.....superhuman obstacles. He smirked at the thought, and he made that his niche. He assembles a small group of similar men that would do what he said or suffer the consequences and his own castle was out in the country on a hill overlooking the water. Which was good as the underground cave would house his kingdom.....and victims that would normally not be found. Till he was ready for them to go. He was used to taking what he wanted, and he was working on another contract when a picture was mailed to him with a packet of money. Nice sum too. Was all the note said. He looked at the pictures from different angles and gave it to his tech.... Shadowblaze that would analyze it to find out who and where this one was. It would take a few renderings to remove the mask and her clothes but. He had finally found her. "You like her don't you?"" Well yeah boss, look at her...damn those lips. Bet she could suck a mean......""Yeah, yeah....she would be fun....for a few.....days. Where are Dragon and Talon?"" Dragon is taking down Cheetah. And Talon is down south fulfilling another contract." He said." Let me know when they get back I am going to bring back our....new assignment!" Death stroke walked into a shadow and was gone. He moved to his own room he pulled out some clothes his own costume hidden beneath as he dressed to go to school. Perhaps to blend in till he could catch her....alone. Tara’s head bobbed rhythmically up and down on the long, thick cock. He was magnificent. Clean, long and rock-hard he smelt slightly of men’s aftershave. Tara’s pure white hair bounced around her face, having fallen free from her ponytail as she worked the head of the penis around the soft inside of her cheeks. She held the cock firmly in her delicate hand from around the base of the shaft and with her free hand, cupped his heavy ball-sack, gently coaxing it as she sucked enthusiastically. Tara had first seen James in class. She’d been checking him out from across the room when he noticed, and winked at her. Tara could feel there was something different about him – a certain… power. She had reached out and touched his surface thoughts – he was a mutant also! There was something else she saw there too. To her shock, James was imagining himself standing over her kneeling form, jerking-off as he came on her pale face! After class, she’d approached him and the two got talking. That had been twenty minutes ago.“Though!” James let out a pleasured grunt – clearly he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe that just minutes ago, the two had been sitting opposite each other in a lecture theater! He’d had some fast woman before, his rugged good-looks, muscly athletic build and superpowers assured him of that, but this slut was really something else! Tara adored the feel of a hard cock in her mouth. It was such a thrill to give a man such incredible pleasure. For her getting a guy off like that was an ego trip like no other. But a fellow super? Now that’s just about as exciting as it got! It was 3pm, and she should have been in her physiology class by now. Smiling inwardly, Tara figured this would count for credits towards her exams. The horny pair had only made it half way back to James’ room before they couldn’t hold back their lust any longer. James had pulled Tara into a small, dingy alley behind one of the buildings of the college courtyard. He’d wasted no time in dropping his shorts, pushing Tara to her knees and whipping out his already hard dick. She’d obliged by lavishing tender attention on his raging hard manhood without hesitation. Tara withdrew the long, member, now slick with saliva and pre-cum, from between her little, soft, pink lips to catch her breath for a moment. She gazed up at James, registering the ecstasy across his face. He ran his large fingers through her wild platinum hair as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, getting it even wetter and making a slight, sticky slurping noise. James had removed his t-shirt and thrown it on the ground. Looking up, she could see his rippling abs and bulging chest. His skin was smooth and bronzed from the sun. As she ran a hand up across his abdomen and pictorials, she noted how warm his skin felt to her touch. James looked down at her cute face – those smooth curves, big, round blue eyes and a small up-turned nose… “Damn you know how to work a cock!” James exclaimed then grabbed her head by the hair on top and plunged his shaft back down between her sweet lips and back down her throat. Soon James approached his peak. Tara could feel his muscles tensing, his fevered breath reaching crescendo… Suddenly his cock pulsed in her mouth and a stream of hot goo exploded across her tongue and into her throat. James convulsed, completely at the mercy of Tara’s lips. Tara kept her eyes open the entire time, locked on the expression on James’ face as he climaxed. He let out a long satisfied sigh and just then, Tara felt disappointment. “Over so soon?” she teased, a ‘cute and innocent’ look across her face, “… I would have thought a big guy like you could go for hours…” her crystal eyes sparkled with lust.“I’ve got plenty more where that came from, and you’re gonna be Waring it before I’m done with you bitch!” came his resolute reply… James picked her up off the ground and spun her round. Stepping over to a large red metal dumpster, he pushed her face up against its steel side, pinning her small form there, bent over and at his mercy… This was why Tara loved fucking fellow supers so much! Gabriel came upon the happy couple able to track her down by her picture, he had watched her for most of the day. She was quite the little slut. She would make a nice addition to his world for a bit. He moved silently through the shadows, getting closer as he stalked his prey this was the fun part. He knew he could get to her anytime, but thing that really hit him was she wouldn't know it till it was too late. Furthermore, he was very impressed at her skill, she had been doing this for a while. He was standing right there behind then. It was pretty easy since he could become a living shadow and what man really recognised his own shadow. He watched her mouth as she pumped him into it swirling it as she was on her knees, pumping him into her mouth so deep and full he wanted his own taste, but he wanted something else even more. He hardened as he watched he was opening his pants as he knew full well what he was going to do, and he smirked with the idea relishing at the moment. He saw the boy come after only several minutes he smirked, she was going to get the workout of her life when he got her home...he would have her then he would let his boys have her then come back to enjoy her some more before he got rid of her. He continued to watch gauging the sight he was surprised by his prowess but not easily impressed. Most of his sidekicks could work her over without breaking a sweat. It would be interesting to see how she would handle up against his group, but for now he was enjoying the show. He was completely unaware of the fact that he was being watched. But he thought she was rather sexy and was looking forward to when he would have her and make her really moan and scream as he mentally tagged her so he could keep watch of her too. James tugged down Tara’s tiny shorts, exposing a sweet, sexy looking green and white striped thong, splitting her two pert round cheeks. He stopped to grope her silken ass a moment before the thong was dropped to the ground also. It all happened so fast that Tara barely had time to think. One minute she was sucking James’ beautiful hard cock, the next her face was being thrust into a dirty old dumpster. “Fuck!” Tara though “Did that bastard just called me a bitch?!” She’d been called dirty names before, but not on a first… fuck? She thought about it a few moments more and decided that no, she didn’t mind. In fact, it kinda turned her on, being called dirty names. Perhaps if she provoked him a little more, he might reciprocate?“C’mon James! I want to feel your big dick inside me, fuck me now, fuck me deep!” she pleaded. It sounded corny, like some porno, but hell, if it had the desired effect, Tara would be happy. James spread her feet wide, then gripped her ass cheeks, pushing them up and out. His hands were strong and hard on her soft, pale flesh.“You’ll get what’s coming to your girl. I knew they called you the college slut, but I just thought that was because of the way you dressed, but you ARE a dirty slut! Aren’t you?!” Tara could feel the big, round, hard head of his cock brush against her silky inner-thigh as he brought it into position. The firmness of his head against the lips of her pussy sent shivers of anticipation flowing up her spine. There it was again, those words! They made her even more wet. “Slut”, is that really what people thought of her? She certainly didn’t keep any secrets, and she’d certainly slept with more than her fair share of college guys, some of them in threesomes – yes, she decided that not only did the term apply, but she’d wear it with pride. At that moment Tara sensed a presence close by – there was a mutant watching them, and they were very close. A dozen questions shot through her mind at that moment. Who was it? Where were they, and why couldn’t she see them? What did they want? She was confused, but it didn’t matter – her sex drive had taken over now, and nothing short of arrest would stop her from that tender orgasm she so deserved – the moment had taken her completely. So Tara bit her lip, thinking it was even more exciting to have a mutant spectator to her and James’ liaison…“Well then? If I’m a slut, why don’t you do ahead and make me YOUR slut then?!? Your…” her words were cut short as James drove forwards, pressing into Tara, penetrating deeply with his first thrust and slamming her face roughly into the metal side of the dumpster. “Ahhh! Yeah…” Tara moaned as she took him deep inside her tight, wet hole. He set a fast pace, leaning back, holding her tiny waist as he drove in against her big, round ass and silky thighs. Tara ground her pert behind back against him. James’ rippling muscles were soon covered in beads of sweat as the two were joined. After some time of grunting and moaning, James reached forward, pulling Tara’s little t-shirt up, exposing her small but firm breasts. He cupped them at first, squeezing them hard, then moved his attention to her soft, pink nipples, tweaking them violently between thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile, his thick cock had completely filled Tara, stretching her pussy wide. She wasn’t a big girl after all, but she’d trained herself over several years to handle a cock much greater than a girl her size should be able to. James was deep in her now and her pussy swelled to have him inside. Tara soon neared to climax. Her groin was hot with pleasure now and her breathing had become short gasps. That feeling pulsed inside her, growing and growing with each of James’ deep drives into her. She cried out as she peaked, not caring now if she was heard… “Ahhhhhyesssssssszzzz!” James just kept on going, “The boy sure has stamina” Tara thought to herself as she gazed back over her shoulder at James’ muscled body, working hard in her. They’d been in that small alleyway for some time now and the risk of being discovered had only increased, as had Tara’s excitement. She could hear James’ breathing getting even heavier now, his thrusts deeper and more drawn-out – he was closing in on that elusive orgasm also. Suddenly he withdrew and Tara knew exactly what that mean. Instinctively she dropped to her knees again, looking up at James, exposing her lovely cute face, while reaching down to play with her pussy with one free hand. James held his cock hard, tugging with one hand, and with the other he grabbed Tara fiercely by the head, pulling her in under his erect cock. It glistened wet now. Looking up, Tara could see James’ bronze skin was covered in sweat…“Arrrrrgh!!!” James cock exploded, spraying pearly-white goo all over Tara’s waiting face. She resisted closing her eyes – she loved to see a man as he reached ecstasy! His cock pulsed once, twice, three times… and the cum flowed freely. The first burst struck Tara across the forehead and nose, the second across her right eye and cheek, and with the third, James’ struck home, spraying warm cum into Tara’s open mouth.“Ahhhh…mammal” Tara sighed and James’ groaned and yet more cum flew. James’ was done, but he kept stroking as he looked down at his work… Tara’s once clean, pretty pale face was covered in his steaming sperm.“I guess dreams really DO come true, HU?” she teased, her bright blue eye gleaming as she scooped up a finger-full of cream and licked it off with her silken tongue. Several hours later Tara found herself out in the cool night air standing at the corner of the roof of a twelve-story building, overlooking a park near the college. It had been a fun afternoon with James. Who knows, maybe she would even take his call when, in a few days time he came begging for more! She had planned to go partying with her college friends tonight, but then a strange, cold, distant feeling had washed over her – something terrible was going to happen tonight. She couldn’t know where, or why, or who is a two – but she knew. So she’d cancelled her social night and pulled on her sexy spandex costume instead. Her white ponytail streamed in the cool air behind her head. Her form was perfect, silhouetted against the backdrop of the city behind. Furthermore, her costume was outrageous, just the way she liked it. The purple thong style bikini emphasized her firm, round ass and small perky breasts. On her lithe legs she wore thigh-high which stockings. A gold belt looped round her thin waist. The sneaks on her feet stood out and looked almost comical with the rest of the outfit – but they served a practical purpose. They were the ONLY part of her slutty costume that did. Just then Tara spotted something. A strange shadow moved down in an alley below. She stepped off the rooftop and using her power of flight, glided gracefully down to investigate. She in the darkness of the middle of the ally. Had her strange feeling of dread brought her here? And if so, why? That thought was still passing through her mind when the shadows behind her detached from the wall and attacked… Gabriel watched as he had his own front row seat, she really was a slut, and he couldn't help but think of all the things he would do to enjoy her. He also looked around to notice another presence but saw nothing. It wasn't normal for him as he took in the sight of the two again, he was pretty aware of his surroundings as he worked to keep this in mind. He was looking forward to making the girl disappear, but he couldn't do right now. He would get to her later as he watched her move. She did have a nice behind, and he was more than looking forward to getting into it, and she was still a thick hound as the man behind her was working hard for some time. He figured he was a super as well from the sight and the stamina. Gabriel had been prepared for her, he would have added another element, but it would have been good to take down another. 'Two for one.' He thought with a slight chuckle. He followed her after they finished most of the afternoon, when she showered he thought of taking her then, then she cancelled her plans with her friends for the evening....yeah tonight. Furthermore, he thought about earlier, and even he was aroused by the fact that she liked being a slut then tonight she would be his....or theirs it was time she was shown how Death stroke dealt with heroines! Furthermore, he would move down It was late into the evening when he thought of making her come to him. She was a heroine after all he was used to the grandstanding so with that in mind he knew she would make it easy for her. He waited till she was upon him just passed him, and he hit her in the stomach. He wasn't a full punch so he would break something, but a nerve punch almost like cramps but with a mild shock from his gloves as he was now in costume, his black mail with orange mask and boots, his weapons on his back, but he really doubted he would need them. "It is time to go home chick!" The shadow had caught her completely by surprise. BAM! That punch hit-home like a hammer blow and suddenly Tara was sent skidding across the ground of alleyway. Her side exploded in lances of pain, and she felt her powers quickly being sapped away from her as the shock ripped through her body. She was so badly winded by the strike which had caught her in the side just above the hip, that she couldn't even speak for the first few seconds, she was so badly winded! "Unusual?!" was all she could groan as she lay there prone. The right knee in her once white spandex thigh-high stocking was torn, exposing her soft flesh. Tara's mind reeled, but it responded quicker than her aching body. All she knew was that this attacker used electricity in their attacks - her greatest weakness. That meant they were either VERY lucky or, a far worse possibility - this attack had been pre-planned. It filled her with dread, but the second was far more likely. She heard that sinister voice, it filled her with dread. Is that why she'd been drawn here, to find a mutant? But there was no one in danger or needing saving? So why...? She managed to get her knees under her body, crouching there doubled over in pain... her healing powers kicked-in as the pain quickly receded, leaving a dull ache in her side. She looked up through her platinum locks at the dark figure approaching but couldn't make it out clearly, her head still fuzzy from the surprise blow." Wh... we... who the fuck a...re you?" was all she could stammer. He stalked her taking in the sight of her and surprise, he was sure the shock from her would leave her reeling. He had no idea till she didn't move what he had stumbled on to. Furthermore, he was going to make her suffer per his orders. Furthermore, he was fully intent on enjoying her as well. Furthermore, he might let her go....or he might keep her. It would do the boys some good to get some practice in. And she was more than nice on the eyes....maybe she had some friends. Deathstroke hit her again. As he moved closer to her, his blows were without the electricity, but he knew with his speed he still had time to inflict damage upon her before he would have to use another charged punch. But he also knew about her recuperative abilities as well. As he all but pounced on her as a shadow. He needed to have afraid and on edge and not think about running. So he laughed and gripped her hair as her face was near his groin he smirked with the thought of having her there soon enough. "I am your new master!" He said as he slung her against the wall. None of this made any sense to Tara. Who was her attacker? Why her? She had no time to figure it all out as the living shadow stalked in and attacked without mercy. Master? What the FUCK was this freak talking about? Tara slammed into the wall, landing on the ground with a thud. Her purple spandex costume was torn further, the strap on her left arm had broken and fallen free, revealing more of her soft, pale flesh. Her once pure white thigh-high stockings were soiled with dirt from the alley, torn in several places and her knees a little bloodied. Tara's head spun, but she remained conscious as once again her healing powers kicked-in. Whoever this mutant was, he was strong - very strong. Tara was not a particularly skilled nor experienced fighter. When push came to shove she relied on her speed and cunning to try and defeat her enemies, and usually she'd have at least one fellow superhero with her to deal out the hurt. All sheusuallyhad to do was pose and look good for the public and media - that's something she did very well. As Tara lay there stunned and face down on the ground of the dark alleyway, she realized her attacker had made one fatal mistake. The zap she'd received earlier was only enough to suppress her powers for a short time... even in those few seconds, she'd built up just enough power to act..." Fuck you fucking FREAK!" Tara spat as leaped into the air, twisting free of his grasp. In just a fraction of a second she had streaked into the air and was looking down on the alley from several hundred meters up in the night air. She paused for only a moment before speeding off into the dark, intent on putting as much distance between herself and the shadow as possible. Tara smiled inwards to herself thinking she'd made her escape with ease, but the attack had left her very shaken and the feeling of dread inside her remained... Her outfit was torn and he was enjoying the view. It was all he could do to keep from taking her right here, but he knew for a fact he wanted her....afraid. She was going to be his victim, when she had nowhere else to go she would be all his for a time then he would pawn her off on the others. He noticed the blood and opened wound, and he also noticed it closing as he was thinking his attack would wear off, and he would have to taser her again soon. She was weak as a physical fighter, so what made her take down his contract....she had some other ability that landed him in the slammer. No matter he and the boys would make good on the contract to bring her under submission. He had always been good at that. Now as his lemme fatal seemed to recover he closed in only to watch her take off. He smirked when she did, as he thought was there any place she could hide from her own shadow. He took off after her jump to rooftops so he follows her under the cover of night. She wasn't getting away so easily. He had plans for her...lots of enjoyable plans for his little vixen. Tara sped through the cold night air, heart still pounding, harrowed by her recent attack. "I have to get some help. Someone wants me gone and I don't know who or why..." she thought to herself. "Richard and Dace! They'll know what to do!" Tara's brain wave came upon her suddenly. Richard and Dace were two older, more experienced mutants who had taken Tara under their collective wings and taught her to develop her abilities, how to live as a "superhero" and more importantly, how to keep a secret identity in a world of mass media. She banked left in the air and made for their hideout across town. She looked down at her ruined costume as she sped along. It was her pride and joy, what's more she only had three pairs of her outrageously racy, not to mention costly outfit - well, two now! The knees in her white stockings were torn out, her shoulder strap ripped, and the costume was covered in a layer of grime from the ground of the alleyway. "It's the bin for this lot" she sighed as she closed in on her destination.Arriving at the rooftop of Richard and Dace's hideout, Tara landed gracefully. She was atop a massive skyscraper downtown. The rooftop consisted of a huge water tower, a series of tall lightning rods and hundreds of roosting pigeons who'd found a spot to sleep for the night. Tara was not the sharpest tool in the shed, so it was unsurprising that when a large shadow detached from the water tank above and landed silently behind her - Tara was looking the other way... He knew she would come to a stop soon, he had no idea where she was going nor did he care, but if he were in a similar situation...out manned, our gunned he would seek help. He laughed when she came to a land, and he detached his shadow from her. Her outfit all but tattered as he thought taking her right here and now. But no...the last thing he needed was for her friends to come and rescue her. He would take her back home and break her in, in private. No one could hear her screams. He smirked as he all but floated over her as he had no weight till the last instance as he put his hand around her mouth and her arms. His now harden thick grinding against her shapely behind as he zapped her with a mild shock from his gloves since that seemed to quell her a bit faster before. He used his knowledge of her and knew full what his plans for her were. To break her to make her suffer for his client...but no one said he couldn't have fun as he squeezed her decreasing her air for her to scream as he opened a portal in the darkness for them and moved to take her into his own secret passage. Even he didn't notice that he was being watched by another that was trying to save her....the other figure reached the portal....too late as it closed. The fight, or rather theflightfrom the shadowy enemy was over. The first attack had left a usually indomitable Tara terrified and badly shaken up. She wasn't a fighter accustomed to such speed, determination, such brutality." I'm home free!" Tara thought to herself as she strode across the rooftop towards the concealed door. She knew her friends inside could protect her from almost any enemy no matter how powerful. She was thinking about just how hard it was going to be to replace her much loved costume when the attack came, once again totally unexpected. This was her second major mistake for that evening. It was a mistake she would pay for dearly. The shock ripped through her entire body and the shadow arms engulfed her small form. She couldn't scream, she couldn't breathe, she could only stare in fear into those cold, dark eyes. Tara swam in blackness as unconsciousness took her into its warm embrace. He liked her she amused him, and he was going to amuse himself some more with her. He was back at his lair where he strapped her up and helped her become liberated over her clothes as he looked her over again, nice round breasts, round plump behind, shapely hips. Oh, he was so going to enjoy her, when he finished he was going to let his boys have a turn as he left her mask on giving her that, but he already knew her face, he had seen it. Now he would know her body as she was chained up spread eagle only enough room to move if he released the chains, but they were tight enough. He caressed her rear spreading her cheeks as he thought of all the things he would do to her. As she was in his moveable harness he could rotate her in any position he wanted and still keep her held aloft. It was Witter quick's invention for his birthday. He marveled at her ripe breasts and the pink hued nipple that was the practically begging to be sucked. He was going to wake her and there was no time like the present. Furthermore, he was in only his pants now his muscular body clearly visible as his hand mauled her breast, and he began to lick and suckle upon the nipple. "Wake, wake slut!"

Taming Tara (supers roleplay)|rating:2.0

Slumber Party 24_7 __ Hosted by Lilim __Join Today!

Slumber Party 24/7I'm your host Lilia, welcome to my home :twisted: We're going to have so much fun together. There will be free food, live bands, make-overs, pillow fights, and that's just on the inside! Outside I have a huge pool, Tikiti bar, and 2 hot tubs. *Giggles to herself* Once you step foot into my house you'll never want to leave. Table of Contents1. Welcoming 2. Map of the house 3. Up-dates 4. Character Form 5. List of characters 6. Memories 7. I like odd numbers Map Of The House Quote: Originally Posted by yanyan13 I drew a map... I hope this is ok, I didn't think of it much XD so you all would know the scale of the house, the living room is around 34ft x 27ft (10m x 8m) in size XD that's big enough for about 4 or 5 regular bedrooms XD First Floor ~the stairs you see in the foyer lead to: upstairs~to the bedrooms, and; downstairs, just a few steps, to the pool area :wink: ~the living room has an area plotted for a pool table, and other recreational stuff, placed beside the women's shower, viewing the pool :wink: there's also a bar there :Sgt; ~under the women's showers is the poop~and~pee rooms XD one for men and one for the ladies :Sgt; ~under the men's shower is the shower area for the pool :Sgt; one for men and one for the ladies :wink: Second Floor: ~Bedrooms 1-2 are the large ones ~the rest of the bedrooms are still big enough for parties XD Updates Fri Aug 10, 2007: 1st night this thread was made 5 people joined. Yanyan13, Crystal_wings6, Common, the_anna135, and Michael. Thank you for joining I know we'll have a lot of fun together and don't worry. We don't have to post really looooooog post in the RP (Since Lilia doesn't have writer skills) ♥ Mon Aug 13, 2007: The never ending slumber party was started! Click here to see the thread Character Form I Should have rules. But that would ruin the joy of me slumber party. So if you want to be a bad girl/boy go for it. Just pray Jelly is the one to bend you over and spank your bum! :twisted: PM the form to me. Code: Username: (username will be your character's name because I can never remember names Sgt;_Lt;) Nick names: (Shorter ways to say your username) Age: (RL or RP don't care) Gender: Appearance: Personality: Favorite kind of music: What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Anything else you want to add? List of characters Username: Lilia Nick names: Cilium, Lil Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Mohawk, a tattoo on her right back shoulder. Piercings all over her ears, one belly ring ^_^v Personality: Lilia is kinky, sexy, some even say she's spunky, and very sweet. Favorite kind of music: Mmm I like J-Rock, metal, and other stuff yep yep What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? I'm the host I can do whatever I wish! Anything else you want to add? *Shakes her booty!* Humdrum! Username: banyan Nick names: an Age: 23 Gender: RP? Muhehehe... FEMALE XD Appearance: kinky. What else? XD Personality: innocent...LY perverted. Favorite kind of music: kinky love music... ooh... What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? See necked kinky rainbow-colored love... :D Anything else you want to add? hot tub!! Let's Guido!!! XD Username: Quaint Sheep Nick names:Quaint or Sheep Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance:Tall, very thin, auburn hair, pale face, intense green eyes. Personality: Very outgoing, and humorous. She'll stick with you to the end. Occasionally a hopeless romantic, she'll flirt with just about anyone and everyone. Favorite kind of music: Rock, alternative, electronica. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Whatever she wants. Anything else you want to add? Hair! [She loves cats and if she sees one she chases it] NEW :!: Username: Secret Nick names: N/A Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Just your average looking guy. 5'11, brown hair, sideswiped black hair with blue streaks. Personality: Fun loving and girl loving. Lt;3 Favorite kind of music: Techno Dance and alternative rock What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Have fun and eat all the food. Anything else you want to add? Not really. But eh, thanks for the invite! Username: Coolie Nick names:ZEE Age: 18 Gender: Female! Appearance: Tall, slender brunette. Physical fit and not terribly thin. Soft, slightly-wavy hair and dark, endearing green eyes. Personality: Bubbly; somewhat volatile. Favorite kind of music: Rock camp; TECHNO! Add What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Anything but sleep. Canaan't sleep. Hydrophobia, Babel. Anything else you want to add? Do you have chips?Nicknames:Non[b]Age:15[b]Gender: M[b]Appearance: black long hair, green army cargo jeans, a sleeveless black shirt, and headband, and a big sword that seems that shoulder't be there[b]Personality: I am a joker, I love to swim, and I am a guy who would tell the truth, I also have another side, a type of guardian side. Favorite kind of music:Hard Rock, but I also like New age, Techno, and Video game music from the fin nil fantasy series What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party?I would love to do Truth or Dare Anything else you want to add?no not really just that he attracts some. . . let's say. . . Things that go bump in the night. Username: Trinity doll Nick names: Train, Trinity, Tintin Age: 27 :D Gender:female Appearance:long black hair, pale skin, big black eyes, nice cheeks =D Personality: a bit shy and outgoing at the same time depending on the situation, loving and cheerful. Favorite kind of music:dance, techno, hip hop What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party?have fun dance and swim on the pool XD Anything else you want to add? Let's rock this party!!! Username: Snowblower (username will be your character's name because I can never remember names >_Nick names:Snow, No, Solo (Shorter ways to say your username)Age:20(RL or RP don't care)Gender:Female Appearance:Wouldn't you like to know.:wink: Personality:lighthearted, fun-loving Favorite kind of music:pretty much anything, as long as I can boogie. 8DWhat do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Plunder the food supply and shake my groove than. Anything else you want to add? Feed me cookies.now. Username: Kain456Nick names:Manage:21Gender:Male Appearance: this, I'm not going to be an angel, so remove the wings mentally, and you got my character.) Personality:Somewhat reserved, he is willing to make new friends, but can be nervous sometimes around people. Favorite kind of music:Heavy Metal What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Listen to music and just relax. Anything else you want to add? Not really. =Username:Bleeding Rose Nick names:Roseate:17Gender:female Appearance:Rose has long silky black hair, pale almost marble-like skin, and bright green eyes. She's about 5'4", thin but not TOO thin, with blood-red lips and charcoal eyes. Personality:At first, Rose is shy and tentative, but she's really fun and outgoing once you get to know her. She's passionate and compassionate and loves with all her heart. She does't let many people into her world, but she really cares about the few lucky enough to be let in. Favorite kind of music:rock of all kinds but mostly the harder stuff What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party?hang out, make friends, have fun *wink*Anything else you want to add? Rose has a bit of a temper, is stronger than she looks and is an agile and skilled fighter. She loves hanging out with the guys but can be girly at the same time. Her favorite colors are black, red and purple. Username: Mattie. :) Nick names: Either go for Matt, or Matthew. DDD Although Mattie is preferred. Lt;3 Age: Sixteen. Lt;3 Gender: I'MMA boy. Male. 3 Appearance: Embodied blond hair, light gray eyes and a very sexy looking smile. DDD Oh, I have to star tattoo somewhere...want to see? DDD It's on my hand. Personality: Almost annoyingly loud, chatty and bubbly? Often very hyper and people will want to kill me in the end... A bit of a stalker too. XD Favorite kind of music: Rock, Indie and Emo! Lt;/3 What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Have some fun? Sleep? Whatever everyone else is doing. DDD Lt;3 Anything else you want to add? Mattie likes his juggles...and talking in third person. :')Username: Dominick names: Age: 16Gender: Female Appearance: Blonde, blue eyes Personality: Fun-loving, ADHD-ishFavorite kind of music: Punk rock What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party?: Make friends (I'm a noob. ^__^)Username: Twinklestargirl (username will be your character's name because I can never remember names >_Nick names:Twinkle (Shorter ways to say your username)Age:16(RL or RP don't care)Gender:girl! Appearance:Pic Personality: A half fox half human who had unusual powers that she is trying to understand. Loves drawing and reading. Likes to get lost in her music (mostly my chemical romance) usually wearing pink and has a kitty backpack. Can always be trusted, somewhat delicate and soft, but not a force to be reckoned with. Personality: Like I said, nice smart can always be trusted but not a force to be reckoned with Favorite kind of music:my chemical romance What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Have fun of course!!! Anything else you want to add? Hi mommy! Username: 3m0grrlNick names:Rummage:16Gender: Female Appearance:Personality: Nice kinda weird friendly smart Favorite kind of music:Rock, MetalWhat do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party?HAVE FUN!!AND COURSE TALK IT UP!! Anything else you want to add?THIS IS AN AWESOME IDEA!! Username: ` t e a Nick names: tea, or sweeter? XD (sweetie) Age: 19 Gender: female Appearance: average weight, usually wears tank tops and jeans. Wears makeup and whatnot but still has a tomboy flare about her Personality: very colorful, loves to laugh and is very hard to anger Favorite kind of music: rock and scream What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Meet people. :o Anything else you want to add? This is my first RP. x]Username: Toffee Nick names: ... Toffee. Age: 18 Gender: Female Appearance: Blonde hair usually tied into a ponytail with a bow, crystal blue eyes, a gray cashmere cardigan, pink poodle skirt with large pink petticoat underneath. Pale skin, a pair of pearl earrings, pink makeup (blush camp; lipstick), mascara, and eyeliner. Shoes...pink pumps Personality: Her favorite color is pink. She's a family girl through and through, but would date the bad boy if she wanted to. She's usually perky unless she's unhappy, and Toffee is a REAL romantic. Favorite kind of music: 1950s music, jazz, pop, dance, slow dance, relaxation, etc. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Meet a guy!! And make new friends Anything else you want to add? Coughing really...except her favorite color is STILL pink. Memories If anyone draws fan art for the thread it'll go here ♥ Memories of old Characters If you wish to be taken of this list and start Ring with us please PM or post here[0size=9]Username: crystal_wings6Nick names:Crystal Age:16Gender:appearance:Long black hair that reaches the ground done in 2 braided loops with the rest flow down. Her eyes are silver blue. She has a delicate complex. Personality: Sometimes shy but is fun around if she worms up to you. Favorite kind of music:Rock but like to play classic What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party?eh... sleep? Anything else you want to add?>. Username: TemmonNick names:Tommy, TEM, Tempted... ERM... take your pick? Adage:19Gender:female Appearance:Green hair in pigtails, brown eyes Personality: Mostly cheerful Favorite kind of music:Classical What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Hang out with peoples and game! Anything else you want to add? NahUsername: the_anna135Nick names:Anna Age:14Gender:Female Appearance:A tall, slender girl with pale skin. Half her face is covered by her long, blank bangs which fall to below her bosom. At her longest, her hair falls below her hips. She looks as if she's dressed herself in the dark, and has an absurdly huge Whale cow on her head. Personality: I. N. S. A. N. E. And that's all you need to know! Favorite Kind Of Music:Pop What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Beat things over the head before going to sleep. Anything else you want to add? Yeah. There better be food at this thing. =Username: Michael Nick names: Uhh.... I guess you can say Mi, or Mich, Chi, or KO. add I don't know. [email protected][email protected] Age: I think it would be fun to make her five years old. Add Gender: Shim. @[email protected] Just kidding. Of house a female. n.n Appearance: She has large, blue shiny eyes, and brunette hair up to the middle of her back. She usually puts it up in two pigtails or braids.....which adds to her cuteness. At the Slumber Party, she wears a long black shirt and long black pants......and over it a black cloak. Personality: Evil. She uses her age and cuteness to get what she wants. People thinks her is emo, but she is a mastermind with brilliance. Favorite kind of music: She has no interest in anything but getting what she wants and money. ’D What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Set traps and attack people. ’D add Anything else you want to add? This will be awesome. ’D Username: MahinvaNick names:Mali (I don't really have nicknames for this username)Age:21Gender:Female Appearance:Currently ice-blue hair that finds itself dyed every so often, currently done up in a large bun, with bangs neatly fanned over her brow. Her hazel eyes are bright and cheery. Worn in her earlobes are 2 gauge cat-eye glass plugs, as seen here. Personality: Generally reserved when by herself, but easily becomes more talkative and outgoing when around others. Favorite kind of music:A wide range, favorite band being VAST. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Converse and enjoy the evening. Anything else you want to add? Nope~! Username: ThanatosNick names:Tonnage:23Gender:Appearance:Eye color-Right is deep maroon, and the Left is bright ice blue. Hair color-White. Completion-Pale white. Clothing-White sleeveless robe, and white Hi pants Personality: Indifferent and neutral Favorite kind of music:Rock/Metal, and Neo-clasicalWhat do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Meet people ^^ Anything else you want to add? Hopefully this will get me back into Men ^^ Username: Inessa_devils Nick names:Rave, Tessa, and Dégagé:20Gender:Female Appearance:Long dark brown hair that reaches halfway down her back tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes are amethyst. She mainly wears long silk pants and a spaghetti strap tank top for slumber parties. Personality: Shy at first but will warm up, Kind to everyone she meets, and very perverted when someone gets her started. Favorite kind of music:Anything but Rap. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Meet new people, enjoy a good conversation, and just plain have some fun. Anything else you want to add? Yeah, lets party!! Username: Aero Nick names:Air. Adage:17 (RP character age, not mines. Gender:Male. X]Appearance:Is a white, Caucasian male who has blue eyes, and some freckles. Has brown, short hair, about a quarter of an inch long sticking up. Has a toned body with a six-pack. 5'6" tall. Wears jeans and a white tee a lot of the times and white shoes. Personality: Happy, a lot of the times but can be quite moody. Tries to act cool or funny a lot of the times. Is very flirty to girls and sometimes that can be a problem. Favorite kind of music:R&B. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Flirt with all the girls. 8)Anything else you want to add? Nopee. Username: Natural Nick names: Any variation of Natural (i.e. NATU, Ram, etc.) Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Natural, despite his actual age, appears quite young. His figure is rather feminine, and he takes full advantage of that. Purple hair, while cut short and styled in the back, is cut just above his mouth and parted in front of one eye in the front. Smooth, clear tan skin and black/purple eye makeup also bring out highly feminine features. Natural's apparel usually consists of black/purple pants, a purple t-shirt shirt overlaid with black fishnet, black/purple shoes, and purple gloves with black bracelets. Personality: Natural comes off as a flamboyant metro sexual. Always happy to do a makeover or give fashion tips. Not much about Natural's personality will be revealed. Find out in the RP! Favorite kind of music: My Chemical Romance. Particularly songs like Mama and Blood. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party: Hang out with the gals? Anything else you want to add: Not really :]Username: Sanctuary Nick names: Savage: 17Gender: female Appearance: Tan with light blue eyes and long pink hair. Personality: Spontaneous and artistic. A bit strange with quirky habits and ridiculous ideas. Favorite kind of music: Anything upbeat and fast-paced. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Have fun an anything else you want to add? Nope[/size] first posted >D Do you know how many kill for the 1st post. I do hope no one kills you *Juggles lady EE* do I has to post looking descriptive messages in the RP? Cuz I suck at Ring XD Lt;-- has only art skills XD i want to help make the maps!! XD but I has no time... we'll see what i kin do :Sgt; push I will fight them off D: I'm not good at RP'ING either, but I can come in a hand out spankings as necessary! I am gone making commissions :Sgt; I will be replying in your exchange thread sister Lilia :Sgt; bye all in hurt :Sgt; @I don't mind seeing the freakishly long post. But I cannot promise I or anyone else will read them. Cause Louis RP post and I don't mix that's why I'm making my own RP so when I don't make freakishly looooooooooong post anyone will be upset... We will worry about the map later do you really want to draw it? Lady EE- Good luck ^^ EDIT: OOO Jelly that's kinky! *leans over Jelly's lap* I've been a bad, very bad girl :twisted: I'm not that good in RP, but I will try. How long does it run to? And did they just put my AVI in the banner for this month items? O. O XD This is going to be an easy RP it's not going to have those freaky long post and people talking to themselves I wish to RP with people. If I wanna RP with myself I'll right a book or hide under the covers. So join!! And I believe that's your AVI ♥ Are you getting paid to have your pic taken and used in a banner? Nope, nope, it's just a surprise to find her there. lol So I can be sure that the banner was made today, because I made my AVI like this today. XD Ok! I will inscribe, but can't promise I will always be here thought. XD Username: crystal_wings6Nick names:Crystal Age:16Gender:appearance:Long black hair that reaches the ground done in 2 braided loops with the rest flow down. Her eyes are silver blue. She has a delicate complex. Personality: Sometimes shy but is fun around if she worms up to you. Favorite kind of music:Rock but like to play classic What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumped Party?eh... sleep? Anything else you want to add?>.*Juggles Crystal* Your AVI is sexy And I'm happy to see you wanting to join just a little ♥ --rolls about-- *Take Lilia to the ground and hug* I will stay around. *Looks around to see if there is popcorn to eat**Passes [i.luff.my.online.family] and says hello* Quote: Originally Posted by crystal_wings6 *Take Lilia to the ground and hug* Lt;3 I will stay around. *Looks around to see if there is popcorn to eat* *Passes [i.luff.my.online.family] and says hello* hair crystal~--waves-- *Giggles* Guys this isn't the RP thread this is just the sign-up You two are cute though ♥ Quote: Originally Posted by Lilia *Giggles* Guys this isn't the RP thread this is just the sign-up You two are cute though ♥ P: well I have to sign up PM it to me k ^_^ It's not :shock:. Opus, eh... it's not up yet? Not yet. I'm trying to get people to join 1st. So fair I have you and Banyan ♥ For someone who was shy about RP you really jumped into it ^_~ I joined! Wooh!! Jelly should join too... XD Thank you to everyone who's joined ♥ Banyan you tell Jelly that push I will XD I'm going to make her join whether she likes it or not XD (I can always hand her some bribe money to get her to join :twisted: muhehehe) XD I want gold, or I'll stop doing kinky things with you *Crosser her arms and pouts* *points and pouts* Jew can't do that!!! XD *sweeps you off the ground and carries you to the dark kinky room* muhehehe *puts some gold in your undies* now, DANCE FOR MEH!! XD Username: Michael Nick names: Uhh.... I guess you can say Mi, or Mich, Chi, or KO. add I don't know. [email protected][email protected] Age: I think it would be fun to make her five years old. Add Gender: Shim. @[email protected] Just kidding. Of house a female. n.n Appearance: She has large, blue shiny eyes, and brunette hair up to the middle of her back. She usually puts it up in two pigtails or braids.....which adds to her cuteness. At the Slumber Party, she wears a long black shirt and long black pants......and over it a black cloak. Personality: Evil. She uses her age and cuteness to get what she wants. People thinks her is emo, but she is a mastermind with brilliance. Favorite kind of music: She has no interest in anything but getting what she wants and money. ’D What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Set traps and attack people. ’D add Anything else you want to add? This will be awesome. ’D @michiko I think you're supposed to pm it to Lilia :Sgt; *UK. @[email protected] Sorry. I'll pm it to her them. -Nod nod- @Yanyan- EK! *Playful kicks and screams while she is carried away into the dark kinky room* Mmm gold *Shakes her booty for Banyan* @Michiko- *Giggles* Don't worry you're not the 1st to post the form here you won't be the last :wink: Thank you Lilia~! I'm sorry I didn't reply sooner; I wasn't on the computer when you sent out that PM. Username: MahinvaNick names:Mali (I don't really have nicknames for this username)Age:21Gender:Female Appearance:Currently ice-blue hair that finds itself dyed every so often, currently done up in a large bun, with bangs neatly fanned over her brow. Her hazel eyes are bright and cheery. Worn in her earlobes are 2 gauge cat-eye glass plugs, as seen here. Personality: Generally reserved when by herself, but easily becomes more talkative and outgoing when around others. Favorite kind of music:A wide range, favorite band being VAST. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Converse and enjoy the evening. Anything else you want to add? Nope~! *Giggles* Posting PM it to Lilia it all works I need to fill out a form myself ♥ By the way luff the plugs ♥ Lilia wants some, but she's kinda scared to do it Don't be scared. I read up about it a lot, and it is a very gradual process, unless you try to rush it. That's when you can run into a lot of trouble. I ran into trouble, but it occurred spontaneously - I had been at a constant size for a year, and I'm not entirely sure what caused it. To make a long story short, I decided to remove my jewelry and let the holes close up. Right now, I'm not wearing any jewelry and my lobes look just like anyone else's where they to remove their standard earrings and let their lobes close up. I have plans to have my lobes repaired at 4 gauge then tapered directly to 2 gauge once I have enough money and counting on the fact that the parlor will actually do what I was told over a PM. *crosses fingers*I'm also hoping more people will want to join this role-play. ^___^ *Bites her lower lip* So what's the best size to start with and go up to? Because I don't want huge, but I can never find earrings I want, I used to make my own earrings, but I haven't gone bead shopping in ages. I want to make some wooden plugs ^_^ I think that would be awesome. I got a friend who makes the kinkiest titanium and wood rings. Furthermore, I think if we team up we could make some awesome plugs and bar bells ^_^ If you already have your lobes pierced: standard jewelry ranges between 18-16 gauge; the lower the number, the bigger the size. Most commonly, standard jewelry will be 16 gauge. The earrings backings you'd use for your jewelry would most likely be at a 16 gauge. Each gauge drops by 2 numbers, so were you to stretch your lobe, you'd want to buy a 14 gauge taper and jewelry, or go to a piercing parlor. Most parlors will stretch for you, free of charge, if you buy the jewelry at their shop. Some parlors will also stretch free for you if you're gotten to know them - for example, if they've pierced your ears, and you've returned, they may stretch for free if you provide your own jewelry. Body Art Forms is a reputable online store I've purchased from before and recommend you check them out if you're going to purchase stretching materials online. They have a very affordable Poor Person's Stretching Kit but they start at 6 gauge. The most affordable 14 gauge taper is found here. You can look through all of their products to find the most affordable taper in the size you desire. Just remember to wait at least one month before stretching - any sooner, and you may risk a tear or blow-out. For most people, their stretched holes can shrink back down so long as they haven't been stretched passed 2 or 0 gauge. Skin has a natural elasticity, and each person's skin elasticity varies. If you don't want a hole too big, you could stretch to 8 gauge for example. Hereis a sizing chart that may help you out. As for your friend: that sounds awesome :) I am not sure if you need to oil wooden rings, but wooden plugs need to be oiled regularly. I have no idea about titanium either I'm afraid. ^^" My knowledge is not that of a professional Pierce - I just love reading into the field. *Hilo. n.n Sadly my lobes piercing gauge isn't even an 18, I got my ears pierced when I was 9-year-old. It was a birthday gift ♥ So I already know I need to get them repaired to the right gauge. And I know the gauge sizes lower numbers are big high numbers are small. I used to work with beading, making earrings, necklaces, and other little things. Mmm Free stretching. Well I think if I can change my own piercing I'm sure I can stretch myself if not I can just cry pass out and my stepdad can do it ^_^. I do hope to have my own jewelry I want my friend to make me a wood/titanium ones ♥ OOO a really body art website, I've been using eBay for all my jewelry needs. Tearing and blow-out sounds bad *Will wait a month and a half* What about that odd bubble thing some people get after stretching? How do I stop that from happening that's the only reason I haven't gotten this done yet. Well, say you have a broken bone in your body and need it replaced. They would make your new bone or put your bone back together again with titanium. It's a very, very, freakishly strong metal. Yes, wood dose need oil that's why it wouldn't be the part touching my skin the titanium would be ^_^ @all the long posts ayah!!! :shock: *dies* edit: blew... no one's on... I drew a map... I hope this is ok, I didn't think of it much XD so you all would know the scale of the house, the living room is around 34ft x 27ft (10m x 8m) in size XD that's big enough for about 4 or 5 regular bedrooms XD First Floor ~the stairs you see in the foyer lead to: upstairs~to the bedrooms, and; downstairs, just a few steps, to the pool area :wink: ~the living room has an area plotted for a pool table, and other recreational stuff, placed beside the women's shower, viewing the pool :wink: there's also a bar there :Sgt; ~under the women's showers is the poop~and~pee rooms XD one for men and one for the ladies :Sgt; ~under the men's shower is the shower area for the pool :Sgt; one for men and one for the ladies :wink: Second Floor: ~Bedrooms 1-2 are the large ones ~the rest of the bedrooms are still big enough for parties XD You can use these images in the front sister Lilia, but be sure to link the images to the larger sized files :Sgt; OOO sister their only long post because we're talking about piercings. To make it short I want to get plugs and make my own out of titanium and wood. My friend renting the studio with me makes the kinkiest rings out of wood, titanium and other fun stuff Thank you Banyan This looks awesome ♥ I owe you so much I'll add this all in the front page later. Right now I'm going to go hide under the blackies and cry banyan has awesome blueprint-making-skills :D Those look great! ^_^ Lilia: I'm going to end up writing another long post I fear! (sorry banyan Xx;;;)I did not realize that gauge measurements were used in jewelry making ^_^: I am a very round-about person, I'm sorry. I often have trouble getting to the point, so I felt the need to explain in detail. When you use a taper, they say that it should if anything, burn just a tiny bit. If you feel bad pain, you should listen to your body, stop stretching, and wait a while. Sometimes, depending on the elasticity of your skin, you may be able to stretch without feeling much pain. Since you are going to get your ears repaired anyway, I think it's well worth talking to the Pierce and telling him or her your plans - they will have a lot of good advice, and may ask you to come back if you want so they can help you. I have only used 2 websites for buying jewelry and the link I gave you is the one I've bought from recently and has more selection than the other site. Has your friend made wood and titanium earrings before? I didn't realize that the plug would be wood in the center, with an outer titanium ring! That is very neat - I understand now. ^_^ Tearing and blow-outs are bad and result from someone basically trying to make their piercings a bigger size when the body can't handle it. I do not know exactly what you mean about the "bubble" but here are my guesses:When people get pierced, sometimes they get a scar that ends up looking like a bubble - it is called a keloid. Some people get really huge keloids and must have them surgically removed. Keloid scarring can occur on cuts too - usually big ones like when people have scarification done. The bubble you are referring to may also be a blow-out. Blow-outs generally look like a ring of flesh on the side of the lobe that was the exit side for the force used. So if you push a taper through your lobe, the back side of the lobe (where the taper comes out) is getting all the pressure and that is where a blow-out can form. Aside from those two, I can't think of a bubble caused from stretching. If you stretch carefully and try not to force anything through if your body is telling you "it hurts, no more!" you should not have any bubble or wound. It is normal for the lobe to look a bit swollen for a few hours to a day, or red from increased blood circulation, but those things usually stop after a day. If it gets extremely red, hot, swollen, or is bleeding, then you need to take that taper out and either go to a Pierce or a doctor. Just make sure to ask the Pierce questions whenever you get your ears repaired - I'm not a professional and my input may not be 100% dead on even though I am trying. ^^" much? Why is sister Lilia crying? :O *juggles* ah!!! You can still use the old descriptions of the rooms... you don't need to quote the post :Sgt; there :Sgt; @Mahinva-Yeah, me bubble thingy was the "Keloid" I don't want that. I don't seem myself getting a blow out because I'm not in a rush to make the hole bigger. Weeks and months go by so fast for me, I might skip a month before going up a sized. I can't wait to do this it sounds like fun. I cannot wait to get my plugs made out of the titanium and wood ^_^ It's going to be so much fun to wear ♥ @Yanyan- I was crying over stupid stuff... It's nothing I'm lazy I'll work all the mapping stuff out later Sgt;_Lt; poor sister Lilia :Lt; *juggles* *pokes Lilia* When is this thing going to be starting? :p I'm hopping to start with 10people... I hope to have that by Wed. So we can start this week start what? The kinky things? :O control... XD Eh. You have 8 already, and you don't want people to lose interest. *shrugs* Good point! *Runs to make thread* EDIT! NOW OPEN!! #1162611 Okay, so I haven't been on Kenosha (or the computer) at all today aside from a few spare posts tonight, but I did make a post in the RP thread. :) Username: Aero Nick names:Air. Adage:17 (RP character age, not mines. Gender:Male. X]Appearance:Is a white, Caucasian male who has blue eyes, and some freckles. Has brown, short hair, about a quarter of an inch long sticking up. Has a toned body with a six-pack. 5'6" tall. Wears jeans and a white tee a lot of the times and white shoes. Personality: Happy, a lot of the times but can be quite moody. Tries to act cool or funny a lot of the times. Is very flirty to girls and sometimes that can be a problem. Favorite kind of music:R&B. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Flirt with all the girls. 8)Anything else you want to add? Nopee. And 2 people have been added to the list! ^_^ Gash. I don't think I'll be having the time to role-play any more guys, but I'll kill myself out of it. XP Well, you can just leave the house. I'll keep you on the list so if you ever want to come back your more than welcome to ♥ lol XD I posted an idiotic post in the RP XD No, no, it was funny I posted too. ^__^ I did not know whether we should post here to say we added something to the RP. If that is the case, then I've made several RP posts without saying so here, oops! New, Banyan is just wants a cookie, so he posts in lots of threads I'm okay with that cause it keeps this thread from dying ♥ *Gives Banyan a cookie* Would you like a cookie Marina? Oh, please. ^_^ I want your CUPCAKES. XD *nosebleed* edit: I posted something stupid again! XD Might as well, if this is wrong... Uh... Slap me! Username: Quaint Sheep Nick names:Quaint or Sheep Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance:Tall, very thin, auburn hair, pale face, intense green eyes. Personality: Very outgoing, and humorous. She'll stick with you to the end. Occasionally a hopeless romantic, she'll flirt with just about anyone and everyone. Favorite kind of music: Rock, alternative, electronica. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Whatever she wants. Anything else you want to add? Hair! [She loves cats and if she sees one she chases it] This should be a fun LI'l thing to pop into every once in a while :] What's a good sleepover without that extremely flamboyant cute metro sexual boy that you could have sworn was a girl until he opened his mouth? Username: Natural Nick names: Any variation of Natural (i.e. NATU, Ram, etc.) Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Natural, despite his actual age, appears quite young. His figure is rather feminine, and he takes full advantage of that. Purple hair, while cut short and styled in the back, is cut just above his mouth and parted in front of one eye in the front. Smooth, clear tan skin and black/purple eye makeup also bring out highly feminine features. Natural's apparel usually consists of black/purple pants, a purple t-shirt shirt overlaid with black fishnet, black/purple shoes, and purple gloves with black bracelets. Personality: Natural comes off as a flamboyant metro sexual. Always happy to do a makeover or give fashion tips. Not much about Natural's personality will be revealed. Find out in the RP! Favorite kind of music: My Chemical Romance. Particularly songs like Mama and Blood. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party: Hang out with the gals? Anything else you want to add: Not really :] Yay! Two more people This is going to be fun, you guys will really enjoy it Yay. -feels loved-yay 2 more people for me to touch XD *touches lilies bum bum* XD Yes, this RP is growing well! *Likes it* Touch it again! Justin posting to red this to the top of page one, so I know where to find it. He-he. Alright ♥ It's been awhile since it's been at the top Username: Coolie Nick names:ZEE Age: 18 Gender: Female! Appearance: Tall, slender brunette. Physical fit and not terribly thin. Soft, slightly-wavy hair and dark, endearing green eyes. Personality: Bubbly; somewhat volatile. Favorite kind of music: Rock camp; TECHNO! Add What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Anything but sleep. Canaan't sleep. Hydrophobia, Babel. Anything else you want to add? Do you have chips? Updating the list! These is users that stopped posting or have never posted. If you want to be put back on the list of people who are in the party. Post her or PM Me Quote: Username: crystal_wings6 Nick names:Crystal Age: 16 Gender:f Appearance:Long black hair that reaches the ground done in 2 braided loops with the rest flow down. Her eyes are silver blue. She has a delicate complex. Personality: Sometimes shy but is fun around if she worms up to you. Favorite kind of music: Rock but like to play classic What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Eh... sleep? Anything else you want to add? Sgt;.Lt; Username: Common Nick names: Tommy, TEM, Tempted... ERM... take your pick? XD Age: 19 Gender: female Appearance: Green hair in pigtails, brown eyes Personality: Mostly cheerful Favorite kind of music: Classical What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Hang out with peoples and game! Anything else you want to add? Nah, Username!: the_anna135 Nick names: Anna Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: A tall, slender girl with pale skin. Half her face is covered by her long, blank bangs which fall to below her bosom. At her longest, her hair falls below her hips. She looks as if she's dressed herself in the dark, and has an absurdly huge Whale cow on her head. Personality: I. N. S. A. N. E. And that's all you need to know! Favorite Kind Of Music: Pop What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Beat things over the head before going to sleep. Anything else you want to add? Yeah. There better be food at this thing. =P Username: Michael Nick names: Uhh.... I guess you can say Mi, or Mich, Chi, or KO. add I don't know. [email protected][email protected] Age: I think it would be fun to make her five years old. Add Gender: Shim. @[email protected] Just kidding. Of house a female. n.n Appearance: She has large, blue shiny eyes, and brunette hair up to the middle of her back. She usually puts it up in two pigtails or braids.....which adds to her cuteness. At the Slumber Party, she wears a long black shirt and long black pants......and over it a black cloak. Personality: Evil. She uses her age and cuteness to get what she wants. People thinks her is emo, but she is a mastermind with brilliance. Favorite kind of music: She has no interest in anything but getting what she wants and money. ’D What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Set traps and attack people. ’D add Anything else you want to add? This will be awesome. ’D Username: Marina Nick names: Mali (I don't really have nicknames for this username) Age: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: Currently ice-blue hair that finds itself dyed every so often, currently done up in a large bun, with bangs neatly fanned over her brow. Her hazel eyes are bright and cheery. Worn in her earlobes are 2 gauge cat-eye glass plugs, as seen here. Personality: Generally reserved when by herself, but easily becomes more talkative and outgoing when around others. Favorite kind of music: A wide range, favorite band being VAST. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Converse and enjoy the evening. Anything else you want to add? Nope~! Username: Khanates Nick names:Than Age: 23 Gender: M Appearance: Eye color-Right is deep maroon, and the Left is bright ice blue. Hair color-White. Completion-Pale white. Clothing-White sleeveless robe, and white Hi pants Personality: Indifferent and neutral Favorite kind of music: Rock/Metal, and Neoclassical What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Meet people ^^ Anything else you want to add? Hopefully this will get me back into Men ^^ Username: Inessa_devils Nick names: Rave, Tessa, and Dev Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Long dark brown hair that reaches halfway down her back tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes are amethyst. She mainly wears long silk pants and a spaghetti strap tank top for slumber parties. Personality: Shy at first but will warm up, Kind to everyone she meets, and very perverted when someone gets her started. Favorite kind of music: Anything but Rap. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Meet new people, enjoy a good conversation, and just plain have some fun. Anything else you want to add? Yeah, lets party!! Username: Aero Nick names: Air. XD Age: 17 (RP character age, not mines. Gender: Male. X] Appearance: Is a white, Caucasian male who has blue eyes, and some freckles. Has brown, short hair, about a quarter of an inch long sticking up. Has a toned body with a six-pack. 5'6" tall. Wears jeans and a white tee a lot of the times and white shoes. Personality: Happy, a lot of the times but can be quite moody. Tries to act cool or funny a lot of the times. Is very flirty to girls and sometimes that can be a problem. Favorite kind of music: Ramp;B. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Flirt with all the girls. 8) Anything else you want to add? Nope. Username: Natural Nick names: Any variation of Natural (i.e. NATU, Ram, etc.) Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Natural, despite his actual age, appears quite young. His figure is rather feminine, and he takes full advantage of that. Purple hair, while cut short and styled in the back, is cut just above his mouth and parted in front of one eye in the front. Smooth, clear tan skin and black/purple eye makeup also bring out highly feminine features. Natural's apparel usually consists of black/purple pants, a purple t-shirt shirt overlaid with black fishnet, black/purple shoes, and purple gloves with black bracelets. Personality: Natural comes off as a flamboyant metro sexual. Always happy to do a makeover or give fashion tips. Not much about Natural's personality will be revealed. Find out in the RP! Favorite kind of music: My Chemical Romance. Particularly songs like Mama and Blood. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party: Hang out with the gals? Anything else you want to add: Not really :] Username: Sanctuary Nick names: SAE Age: 17 Gender: female Appearance: Tan with light blue eyes and long pink hair. Personality: Spontaneous and artistic. A bit strange with quirky habits and ridiculous ideas. Favorite kind of music: Anything upbeat and fast-paced. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Have fun a DRP Anything else you want to add? Nope Username: Trinity doll Nick names: Train, Trinity, Tintin Age: 27 :D Gender:female Appearance:long black hair, pale skin, big black eyes, nice cheeks =D Personality: a bit shy and outgoing at the same time depending on the situation, loving and cheerful. Favorite kind of music:dance, techno, hip hop What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party?have fun dance and swim on the pool XD Anything else you want to add? Let's rock this party!!!! *Trin arrives to the party !!! Lt;33333 *everyone stares Heather Tiny this isn't the RP XD It's in the main Role play thread I'll give it a try. :) I'm in. Username: Kain456Nick names:Manage:21Gender:Male Appearance: this, I'm not going to be an angel, so remove the wings mentally, and you got my character.) Personality:Somewhat reserved, he is willing to make new friends, but can be nervous sometimes around people. Favorite kind of music:Heavy Metal What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Listen to music and just relax. Anything else you want to add? Not really. =P *Giggles* Pretty soon my house will have vampires and werewolves but the looks of my new role play buddies ^_^ Might be fun to have a little Wolfman... Man a cute pet hehe, we'll see how the party goes, eh? =P Username: StormRoseNick names:Storm... Rose.... Stormy... Rosie... Rosebud... Storm Cloud....>>;; I've got a lot more too... Age:16Gender:Female Appearance: Hehehehe. Insane is a good way to put it. Sensitive to sugar and caffeine, so keep away from those. A bit of a kept, but a good one. No worries, she won't hurt people... more likely to hurt herself being a klutz. Don't let her get bored, or you won't see her for a while... Favorite kind of music:Soft Rock, but I listen to almost everything. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Make friends, steal cool stuff...>>;; Avoid boredom. Anything else you want to add?KITTY! More like dragon...>>; And, most of all...a narcoleptic. Falls asleep randomly. When she wakes up, picks up as if she hadn't slept at all. Keep. Away. From. Sugar. Welcome stormy there is a sugar-free cupcake waiting for you in the RP XD Username: ` t e a Nick names: tea, or sweeter? XD (sweetie) Age: 19 Gender: female Appearance: average weight, usually wears tank tops and jeans. Wears makeup and whatnot but still has a tomboy flare about her Personality: very colorful, loves to laugh and is very hard to anger Favorite kind of music: rock and scream What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Meet people. :o Anything else you want to add? This is my first RP. x] Lt;3 I'll be sure to add ya Welcome to the party ^_~ We're playing truth or dare right now Username: Toffee Nick names: ... Toffee. Age: 18 Gender: Female Appearance: Blonde hair usually tied into a ponytail with a bow, crystal blue eyes, a gray cashmere cardigan, pink poodle skirt with large pink petticoat underneath. Pale skin, a pair of pearl earrings, pink makeup (blush camp; lipstick), mascara, and eyeliner. Shoes...pink pumps Personality: Her favorite color is pink. She's a family girl through and through, but would date the bad boy if she wanted to. She's usually perky unless she's unhappy, and Toffee is a REAL romantic. Favorite kind of music: 1950s music, jazz, pop, dance, slow dance, relaxation, etc. What do you wish to do at Lilia's Slumber Party? Meet a guy!! And make new friends Anything else you want to add? Coughing really...except her favorite color is STILL pink. And the list has been updated

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Dealing with the Keyblade Wielder (Closed to DrekSilverBorn)

Character Profile: Larsen, Rank XII of Organization XIII, Guardian of Castle Oblivion -- Age: Around 20 - Blonde hair, slim figure, C-cup breasts. (Other Look - The time in Castle Oblivion had become entirely daunting. It was as if nothing really happened in this place. The heartless beckoned out to me to play, but I really never cared for those little bastards. I threw my sharp knives into the ivory floor and snapped my fingers, causing lightning to summon and scatter the heartless. "Pointless little creatures," I said with a smile on my face. I really enjoyed the pain of others. It was something that usually made everything work out fine. And with the little heartless coming around every now and again, it gave me something to do. To pass the time. But they have to be stupid or something. They keep moseying back in here, begging to play some more. Hell, I think they like it. I used to have more friends than this. Well, more entertainment anyway. But Axel has been killed, and the whole organization has gone into hiding. Why? A little speck in the eye, a pain in the ass of everyone in the group -- a Key blade wielder by the name of Sort. Ooh, I despise him. He had taken everything away from everyone and still has that dopey smile on his face. It makes no sense. No one is ever that cheery. No one. They can't be. I'm certain he has a dark spot on his heart somewhere. Only takes someone taking something from him. But even in the midst of diversity and anguish, he keeps on. He and those sidekicks of his. I shook my head. "Why in the fuck am I even thinking of him? He's just the thorn in my side. Deck." I stepped down from the seat I was sitting on. It was a makeshift throne. I had the heartless creation it for me. A dark seat with cascading black ivory stairs and purple velvet for the cushion that makes me happy. It shows the inside of me. The only time I'm happy is when others are in agony. And the throne, even as I look back to it, beckons and emanates 'dictator'. I walk down the corridor, several heartless following behind. The larger ones staying back at a good pace. They seem to know better than mess with me. I throw another knife into the wall and cast lightning through it, the small ones evaporating into the air. "Typical. So dumb they can't even avoid it." I made my way to the end of the corridor only to be welcomed by a portal appearing before me. I pull out my blades, ready to fight. No one had ported here in ages. I had been left here to guard the place in the absence of the Organization. I looked to the portal with a smug look on my face when I realized who it was. "Oh my, if I had known you were coming, I would have had the heartless prepare a seven-course dinner.... King Mickey." "Just calm yourself, Larsen. I have a task for you and since you're really not receiving information from the Organization anymore, I thought I might come give you a job, if you're up for it?" the Mouse King and a wielder of the Key blade said turning to pull his cloak over his head and ears. I laughed. "Just what makes you think I would ever help you? They'll be back for me. You hear me? I don't need to work for the likes of you. I love my castle here, it's bleak and dark just like me. Ha! But if I were to take your offer, just what in the hell would it be and how would it benefit me?" Mickey turned his head slightly. "I need you to work with Sort. Donald and Goofy have been put out of commission for the time being, and I need someone to go with him to the other worlds. There is a new organization brewing in the darkness and causing havoc in those worlds." "Just why would I care?! Those worlds are not of my interest. You're asking the wrong person, Mick." I chided turning to walk away. "If you don't help, this whole castle of yours could be destroyed because this world would be gone in the blink of an eye. Do you want that, Larsen?" Mickey asked turning his head up to look at me. "Well, no. I wouldn't want that. But honestly, why him? Why must I work with him?" "Because there is honestly no one else I can ask. If you're up for it, follow me through the portal, and we'll go meet up with him." King Mickey said waving his hand to open a portal between worlds. "Ugh, fine. I'll go along with it, but if he pisses me off, I will not hesitate to end him. Hell, I think I might even enjoy the look on his face when lightning courses through him. He." I smirked following him through the portal, the heartless curiously looking on as it closed.​ Sort: Key blade Wielder Age 194 years after Kingdom hearts 2Its been 4 years since me, Kara and Roku had saved the worlds from Organization XIII a lot changed that day Kara and Roku ended up being trained under Yen Sid last I heard they ended up together after becoming key blade masters a new threat appeared in the form of Heartless and Nobodies working together to take down each world. Goofy Donald and I had manged to save the latest world The Pride lands but at a cost to great Donald and Goofy got hurt I manged to seal up the keyhole before we were overrun. Chip and Dale flew the ship with us on it back to Disney town to get both Donald and Goofy healed up. I will be fine Mickey I said smiling "No Sort you must have someone watching your back and I know just the person to do it" with that he made a dark portal open up and grabbed his cloak and disappeared into it. " Damn it Mick" I took a seat in chair next to myself. Walking through the portal, there was no sound. Almost deafening as the darkness of it made it where you could hear your own heartbeat. Well, it would if mine were to be heard. To be important. Sure I had one, but it was so dark that I didn't even bother with it anymore. Too much loss. Too much pain. And not the pain I caused others. That's only when my heart would soar. We made it through to the other side and I blinked as the brightness of the area was quite different from back at Castle Oblivion. "Just where in the hell did you bring me, King? Looks like a rainbow threw up in here." Then I noticed the presence of someone else, someone with power. I turned my head, looking over my shoulder as I smirked. "Oh Sort. Long time no see," I said with a snide tone. I sat there waiting Mickey to come back I began to pace back and forth in the room wondering if King Mickey was alright since Goofy and Donald were laid up being injured he was the last who I would want anything to happen to I stopped mid thought when a portal began to open up and out of it came Mickey and someone else with him then I heard it "Oh Sort. Long time no see," Larsen I said in a rough voice I materialized One-Winged Angel Key blade and jumped at her aiming for her. I jumped out of the way, the smirk gleaming on my face as I had barely gotten out of the way. But someone of his caliber wouldn't even be able to touch me. "You're getting rusty, Sort! Come on, give me something better than this!" I threw my knives into the surrounding ground, casting lightning into them -- hoping to imprison him, but he had jumped out of the way. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time! Let's see if you can dodge this!" I spread my arms wide and a lightning wall appeared separating us but then moving towards him at a fast pace. I missed her by an inch "Fuck" I said aloud "You're getting rusty, Sort! Come on, give me something better than this!" You're dead I said glaring at her, I used Aero and jumped from her attack "I haven't had this much fun in a long time! Let's see if you can dodge this!" I held my Key blade in front of the lighting coming at me and shouted Thunder pushing back her lighting I used Dodge roll and came up behind Larsen and held my key blade at her back Fire I said in a low voice. "Fire?! Ohh fuck! I'm soon scared!" I screamed out as I dodged it, the edge of my cloak catching it on fire, my smile widening as I continued on. "You're nothing compared to me, you're a pathetic key blade wielder!" I said charging forth towards him, him rushing me as well. I was ready to kill him when King Mickey jumped in the middle with his key blade casting Blizzard to freeze us in our steps. "Enough! I need you both to work together. Please... For the sake of the worlds. You two are our only chance." I looked to Sort and then down to Mickey who released his spell allowing us to drop. "Yeah, whatever. I'll help you but only because you practically begged me like a common kitchen rat." I turned around, putting my knives back in the sheathes. "So, what are we supposed to do, Mick?" He crossed his arms, lowering his head. "The Land of Aren dale has been under attack by numerous creatures called Ghouls. They're made from Heartless and Nobodies, many different forms. They're being combined through a mutation process by an organization called "The Kings of Darkness". We're not sure who they are, but they are destroying worlds left and right."" And we're supposed to stop them? The two of us? I mean, I could probably do it, but him? He's a pathetic punk." I said smirking." You've got to work together. That's all I know about the Organization. But please go there and help Aren dale," Mickey said leaving through a portal leaving me and Sort alone to stare at each other." So." I muttered. "You got transportation or do we have to use portals for the whole thing?" Chip and Dale came in, dressed in their outfits. "Sort! Are you really gonna work with her?" Chip asked." Yeah, she seems mean!" Dale added.{Ghouls:}{The Kings of Darkness Organization Symbol:} I glared at Larsen when she said "You're nothing compared to me, you're a pathetic key blade wielder!" I ran at her going in for the kill that's when I was frozen by Blizzard I began to yell "Let me kill her Mickey" I listened to Mickey telling us to work together I began to protest and say "I don't need her help" I eyed Larsen you will treat King Mickey with respect. I bowed yes Mickey I said watching him go through a portal. Furthermore, I looked at her "You got transportation or do we have to use portals for the whole thing?" I got a ship I said in a low voice just then Chip and Dale came in and both said"Sort! Are you really gonna work with her? "Yeah, she seems mean!" I looked at both and said yeah I got to King Mickey's orders "Let's get to the ship." We walked down the ramp toward the new Gummy ship I began to chuckle a bit and said "Chip Dale do you know how to fly this ship and how many rooms are in this new ship?" I asked them. I followed him reluctantly, eyeing the little rats that seemed to come out and talk to him. I knew they were chipmunks but they were rats. All things that I could possibly squish with my boot are rats. "So, agummiship? Doesn't look fancy. More like it looks like it was put together by a toddler!" I say chuckling." Hey, we put this thing together with our own two hands," Chip protested." Yeah! We made this sweet ride. It will work for what we need it. And I can drive it, Sort!" Dale added. They both scurried up to the controls to be able and drive it. I looked to Sort as we stepped inside. "Don't expect me to help too much. I was bored at Castle Oblivion and just came along for some fun. I just want to torture some people." I said kicking back in one of the chairs, crossing my arms and putting my feet up. My black cloak still smoldering from his Fire spell. I looked down at it. "You owe me a cloak, Keyblademaster," I said mocking his title.{Gummy Ship:} I followed behind Chip and Dale listening to them talk back to Larsen I smiled when they said they made this sweet ship it is a cool ship I said touching the wings of the Gummy ship. I stepped into the ship after chip and dale and took a seat and watched Larsen sit down and say "You owe me a cloak, Key blade master," I glared at her wishing I could kill her. I'm not a Key blade Master, yet I said glaring at her still next time burn instead of just letting you cloak catch fire I said with a smirk. Bridge Interior Bedroom's "Ooh, feisty. I usually like that in a man, but you're barely a man. 19 now, are we? Somewhere around there?" I asked really not giving a damn. He wasn't really looking as if he wanted to be here either, but he had this whole 'Respect Mickey' thing going on which really made me sick at my stomach. I laid my head back and looked at the ceiling when I heard the rats speak again." So, to Aren dale!" Chip shouted off as he pressed a button, the ship shooting into orbit. I rolled my eyes as the ship began to jerk around." Great, we're going to die." I smirk looking to Sort. I then heard her quick jib "Ooh, feisty. Furthermore, I usually like that in a man, but you're barely a man. 19 now, are we? Somewhere around there?" Yes I said with a stern voice but keep pushing me, and you won't live to see another day. I turned the seat and began to get a feel for the console in front of me seeing what was new. The take-off began to take a rocky start with the ship jerky up and down I turned around and faced the window looking at the different stars I then heard Larsen say "Great, we're going to die." and look at me, I stood up and said Chip I'm going to grab something from the kitchen I watched him shake his head yea and looked at Larsen again before going towards the back of the ship. I looked to him as he walked off from the main bridge. I moved closer to the rats and stood behind them. They didn't even notice me before one of them turned around and nearly jumped out of his seat. "Oh jeez! You nearly scared me to death!" Chip said with a stutter in his voice." It wasn't as if I was trying to, but I was wondering if I could ask ya something." I said bending down behind them. "Sky-boy seems a bit darker than last time I saw him. Just uh...just what has gone on to make him become this way?"" You don't know? Well I have to say it's because of his friend Key---" Dale started to speak only to be hushed by Chip." You dummy! We don't need to be sharing Sort's information with her! That's his privacy!" Chip shouted, only to hush and turn back to the controls." Oh come now, don't keep a girl guessing. Kara right? What about her?" I asked resting my head on my hands, not noticing Sort was coming back in the bridge. I made myself a quick snack and grabbed a bag of crackers from the small shelf I walked back and got back to the bridge of the ship when I heard "Sky-boy seems a bit darker than last time I saw him. Just uh...just what has gone on to make him become this way?" I kept my self near the hallway and didn't make a sound or moved and listened to her talk to Chip and Dale "Oh come now, don't keep a girl guessing. Kara right? What about her?" I moved forward a bit and coughed a bit making sure my presence was known and said "She and Roku ended up together instead of me and her" I said with a stern voice I took a seat and handed her the bag of chips here I said. "Roku uh.he chose Key--- Oh Sort, you're here." Chip said turning back around, breathing a sigh of relief that he didn't have to say anything. I stood up and turned to face him, he shoved a bag of chips in my hands before sitting down again." So, the girl you loved got away, huh? But that's no reason to be mister sour-pussy. Perhaps there's someone out there. Someone that likes your weirdness and ability to make things glow," I said waving my arm around with one of my knives to mock the way of the Key blade. I sat down and ripped into the bag, looking at him. "So, how long should it take us to get to this Aren dale place? I don't really want to stay around you for any longer than I have to, and I'm certain you don't want to either." He had this smug look on his face and seemed to be cutting through me with daggers through the look in his eyes. "Oh just piss off, quit looking at me like that. Probably why Pop fruit girl hit the road with tall dark and mysterious..." I was hoping to push a few buttons. Keep him angry. To give me a reason to attack in these small quarters. I looked over at Larsen said "So, the girl you loved got away, huh? But that's no reason to be mister sour-pussy. Perhaps there's someone out there. Someone that likes your weirdness and ability to make things glow," You know I wasn't asked to have the ability to wield the key blade it just happened. You will stick with us until the worlds are saved if not sooner I said with a stern voice. I sat back and watched her every move "Oh just piss off, quit looking at me like that. Probably why Pop fruit girl hit the road with tall dark and mysterious..." I stood up and materialized Crab claw and aimed the blade at her throat say another word and I will end you. "Ohh, I hit a nerve, did I?" I asked holding my head back looking at the key blade he had pointed at my throat. It was mere centimeters away from slicing into my skin. "Oh come now, pretty boy. You don't want to get blood all over the ship the rats made, do ya?" I looked to Chip and Dale, and they were wide-eyed, trying to focus on the controls and not wanting the fight to ensue. I silently pulled out one of my blades, holding it to his groin. "You don't want to lose this too, do you?" I said smugly, knowing full well that he wouldn't want to start anything. "I'll back off if you do, Sort." I waited for him to make his move. I looked over to Chip and Dale and saw there wide eyes and looked back at Larsen. Furthermore, I kept my eyes locked on her when she said "You don't want to lose this too, do you?" then I felt the knife inches away from my cock I looked down and saw it was a little too close "I'll back off if you do, Sort." We will finish this one day Larsen I pulled my key blade away from her throat and made it vanish. Don't expect me to save your life when the going gets tough. I turned and looked at both Chip and Dale sorry guys I said with a smile "I'm going to go take a nap wake me when we get there" I then turned and looked at Larsen and walked toward the back of the ship with the spares bedroom's set up I pressed a button and the door opened for one of the bedrooms. I took off my shirt that I had been wearing for the past couple of days and threw it over on the book case and laid onto the bed. "God she makes me so irritated" was all I said before I fell fast asleep. I looked to him as he sauntered off. I sighed in relief as I turned to sit there in the chair. Just what was this organization -- The Kings of Darkness? It was questionable. Why didn't King Mickey know any more than he had told us? Could some of Organization XIII be working with them? My eyes widened at the possibility of Anselm, the Seeker of Darkness, leading the way. But no, that couldn't be it. He's long been gone. Hasn't he? He became a heartless and was known as Terra-Xehanort's heartless. So, he couldn't be around. But I could only ponder as I took a bite of the chip I had pulled out of the bag.***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***"The Key blade Wielder is on his way to Aren dale. He could pose a problem to us," a shadow mentioned looking in the direction of a large screen." No, he is alone. He cannot possibly cause our Organization to fall. Not this ti----hold on. Who is that? She wouldn't dare leave Castle Oblivion. How did she leave there? I had her sealed in that tower," another shadow with a deeper voice spoke, golden eyes glowing in the darkness. The other voice chuckled. "You do forget who has the power to undo your spells. He was trained by Yen Sid, after all. King Mickey himself probably went and got her. You did injure Sort's companions quite a bit. Heh, heh."" Apparently, I should have caused him a greater deal of pain than his friends. We shall see what their team-up brings to the party," the deeper voice spoke, golden eyes glowing as a smirk appears on his face. I had woken from a cold sweat fuck was all I could say dreams are getting more and more weird by the day. The heartless and the nobodies working together I just couldn't believe it when I actually saw a heartless and a nobody forming into one form the power it was too strong I held out my right hand and materialized the Key blade into my hand. It's been a long seven years since you came into my life adventures galore but in the end Kara choose Roku I began to smile meant to be after all. I heard a small knock coming from the door and said "Who is it" I said pointing my Key blade at the door. I couldn't stand it anymore. We had to think of a strategy and the damned punk was not going to be allowed to just hide away in the room. I got up and walked back to the back of the ship. I knocked only to hear him question who was there. Furthermore, I opened the door. Furthermore, I could feel the heat from the Key blade he was holding even before I opened the door -- Foreign waiting to burst from the tip. Furthermore, I gasped at the sight of the blade. It looked so familiar. "No. You shouldn't even be allowed to wield that." I moved to the side, ready to throw my knives in case he did anything else. "That --- that is the Key blade that was formed from Axel's Chakras. How in the hell do you wield it? How do you hold the Bond of Flame?!"{Bond of Flame Key blade:}I had gone in the room with different intentions, but now I was focused on the fact he was holding something that he should have never even held in the first place. I took a deep breath and sighed -- my heart tightening in my chest from the thought of Axel. My friend. He hadn't even wanted to be my friend -- hell, he had even questioned why I had talked to him in the first place back in the day when I was first brought to Organization XIII. Shoving me to the side as I had asked him how I looked in my cloak when I first put it on. And now someone I loathe holds Axel's lasting memory in his hand. I shook my head. "I believe that the ghouls Mickey spoke of are going to be quite a challenge. I was wondering what type of fighting style you have in mind in handling them." I was avoiding any other questions in particular towards Sort having that Key blade. "And besides, I think the rats needed your help out there. They said something about an incoming strike?" I made out like it had slipped my mind -- in truth it had, but I didn't want to let my guard down. I watched the door open and saw it was Larsen she came into the room and said "That --- that is the Key blade that was formed from Axel's Chakras. How in the hell do you wield it? How do you hold the Bond of Flame?!" This I said waving the key blade around so that's its name it materialized one day while I was fighting a heartless. It began to hit me wait Axel the guy with red spiky hair who kept confusing me with Rojas. I hate to break it to you Larsen, but Axel was killed by my hand four years ago. Was he your friend I said placing the Key blade on the bed next to me? The realization that he had been the one to end Axel made my blood boil. I wanted to kill him right here. I want to fucking destroy him. "You had no right. Axel -- Axel was just confused. He was misled. You had never taken the time to learn who he was. He was --- special. He was a great fighter. So why --- why would he just basically give you his memory... his legacy. Why would Axel choose someone like you to hold his Chakras? This doesn't make any sense." I leaned against the wall trying to grasp the situation when we heard the Chipmunks calling from out on the bridge." You guys had better get in here! Big issue! Big, big issue!!" Chip said as numerous alerts were going off." Gosh! That thing is huge! It's going to destroy us!" Dale added, jumping from button to try and shut off the alerts.{Large Heartless in the spacial dimension blocking the way to Aren dale:} I looked down at the Key blade and looked back at Larsen I could see the kill in her eyes. It was either him or me, and he was the one to choose to fight if I could go back and stop myself I would, but it's in the past you have to move forward. We kept looking back at each other when "You guys had better get in here! Big issue! Big, big issue!!" "Gosh! That thing is huge! It's going to destroy us!" I turned to the dresser and grabbed my shirt and grabbed the Key blade making it disappear. "We'll talk more later"I ran to the cockpit and noticed the large Heartless right in front of the ship. Chip Dale I said aloud keep us out of the wave of the shots I grabbed the console near me and started pressing the fire button. I looked over to the other console and saw that Larsen wasn't there "Larsen get on the other console!" I couldn't believe he had the nerve to tell me he would change the past if he could. Furthermore, I looked to the floor as he rushed out of the bedroom. Just what in the hell is he? Who in the hell does he think he is? I crossed my arms, missing Axel. I hadn't felt this way in a long time. Furthermore, I shook my head and looked dead ahead. "I cannot allow myself to feel anymore. It doesn't do me any good." I then heard Sort call for me to get on the console. I walked out and looked to the console. "This thing? What in the hell am I supposed to do with it?"" Aim! And just pull the trigger. It helps!" Chip said pressing another button to increase the firepower. I sat in the chair and looked at all the buttons." Aim at what?!" I questioned before I looked up to the front of the ship. "Oh, that. That's a helluva lot bigger than the normal heartless." I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. The beast screamed out in terror from all the damage it was taking. But it seemed like it wasn't going down any time soon. I then thought about something. "What about shooting these?" I questioned holding up my knives. Dale smiled wide. "Throw them in the slot there and pull your trigger..." I felt like I could actually help do something. I shoved them in and pulled the trigger. Within a few seconds the knives were shooting through space and came in contact with the heartless. I then pressed my hand down hard on the console and sent lightning energy through it."Whoa, whoa! Don't blow us up!" Chip yelled but not before the beast burst into flames having been hit by lightning." Boo-fucking-yeah! We did it!" I said jumping out of the seat only to see the heartless floating in space, recovering -- glowing bright green as if it were healing. "Ohh fuck, now what, Sky-boy?" I asked looking to Sort. I Kept my eyes on the console shooting at everything that was on this Heartless body. Furthermore, I saw Larsen finally get on the other console began shooting also then asked "What about shooting these?" I smiled a bit at thinking what she was going to use then noticed the knives hitting the creature lighting soon appeared hitting the creature I then heard "Boo-fucking-yeah! We did it!" I turned around on the chair I was sitting and smiled toward Larsen when her face started to turn white and said "Ohh fuck, now what, Sky-boy?" I began to try to think of a way to defeat it. Chip I said in a high voice do we a Thundaga-G Missile on board? I looked to the rat sitting on the front of the bridge and his eyes widened at the prospect. "We'll be blown off course, Sort! If it mixes with what she has done, it will mess everything up!"" Just do as he says, rats! He must have an idea in mind, even if his brain is puny..." I said sitting back down. I crossed my arms and propped my feet up laying my head back. "Wake me up if we die. I've done all I can do. Up to you now, Key blade Wielder." The Chipmunks looked to me and then to Sort. "What do we do, Sort? Shoot it?" The risk was too great but if it was shot at a right angle it would destroy the Heartless. I ran towards the front console hitting the small button by Chip and Dale wish me luck guys I ran towards the back of the ship grabbing Larsen cloak making her follow me we made it towards the back of the ship where the Thundaga-G Missile was visible I walked over to it and turned back to Larsen and said hand me one of those knives you have on you. The noises of the alarms were going off again. I kept my cloak over my head. Hiding in my own dark corner of the ship as I sat there in the chair. And then, my peacefulness was interrupted. Sort was dragging me by my cloak to the back of the ship. "Hold up, punk!" I said basically being dragged off my feet by him as he finally brought me to a stop in front of the missile. Then he asked for my knives. "These don't come cheap. I may have 500 on my person right now, but damn -- I just set 10 through the slot back there." His facial expression didn't seem too happy, but I handed over some of them anyway." Fine, now you've got my knives. What are you going to do with them?" I questioned him, watching him. I grabbed the few knives Larsen handed me "Don't worry I will buy you more knives if we survive." I crammed one knife into the back off the missile near the back and placed two more knives's one in the middle and one in the front I turned back to Larsen and said "When this missile leaves the tub I want you to generate enough lighting from your fingertips and make it explode on impact." I loaded the missile into the tub pushing a button where it was locked on target I pressed another button making the speaker's come on throughout the ship "Chip Dale set the control's to the missile bay." I turned to face Larsen and got up in her face and kissed her on the lips for luck I said with a smile pressed the button and shot the missile out. Furthermore, I watched as he meticulously attached the knives to the missile. Furthermore, I wasn't sure what he was expecting to do but what he did next surprised the hell out of me. He had pressed his lips to my own and I pulled back in a hurry. My face red with both embarrassment and anger. "Hey! Just what in the hell was that for?!" I yelled at him. I watched as he pushed the button shooting the missile, avoiding my question. "You fucker! What gives you the right to do that to me?! I should have killed you when I had the CIA----" My one way argument with him ended abruptly with the loud shrill screams of the Heartless attacking the ship. The large beast was engulfed with lightning as we rushed back to the bridge. It was in agonizing pain as I rushed to the console and sent lightning to my knives that has been attached to the missile, increasing the amount of lightning surrounding it. It screamed out once again. Its body crumbling into space as a large dust cloud from the shocks that had coursed through it. I looked in amazement to the now clear pathway before us. "Holy crap. I cannot believe that worked." I sat down having forgotten the kiss he had placed on my lips. The kiss!" You! You won't hear the end of it! Just what gave you the right, huh?" I asked, my face blushing once again. I turned around after pressing the button and began to ran out of the room towards the front of the ship. Furthermore, I began to smile hearing Larsen scream at me saying "You fucker! What gives you the right to do that to me?! I should have killed you when I had the CIA----." Once we made it to the front of the ship Larsen began to channel her lighting toward the Heartless we watched it began to turn gray and start to crumble into dust. I turned and looked at Larsen when she said Holy crap. I cannot believe that worked." I began to laugh and said "Of course my plan would work it was either it would launch or kill all on the ship." I began to chuckle at Larsen comment "It was a good idea at the time what I said moving close to Larsen did you actually enjoy it I said with a smirk. Chip dale I said aloud lets go through the gate we got a world to save. I looked to him as he got closer. My face becoming a bright red as the closeness between us was driving me to anger. I stared at him for the longest and then turned away, my face still blushing. "No, I didn't enjoy it. Whatever are you talking about?" I replied looking to him. Chip and Dale were looking to the both of us and could only shrug because they had no idea what was going on." All ahead! Hold on! We're taking the portal to Aren dale!" Chip said pushing a small lever in the forward position." Aye aye! Let's go save a world!" Dale said with a smirk as the red nosed chipmunk pushed two buttons, causing the ship to soar through space. I sat back in the chair, my arms crossed as I glared at the back of Sort's head. Just what was he wanting to do? Was he trying to hit on me? Well, it wouldn't do him any good. I wasn't interested in anything -- certainly not him! I kept my face close to Larsen face then she turned her head and said "No, I didn't enjoy it. Whatever are you talking about?" I smiled noticing her face get a bit red I guess I was wrong I said in a smirk. The ship pulled into view of the planet I took my seat and watched the descent to the planet below I kept sneaking glances at Larsen smirking every time she wanted to mess with me, I'll mess with her right back I said in my head. The shop landed along some tress there was nothing but white stuff on the ground I pressed the button beside me and opened the door to the ship I looked over at Larsen and said" Rule one no hurting anyone unless its heartless related do I have your word Larsen?" "Oh come on, you're no fun," I said standing to head to the back of the ship, ready to face anything we'd have to do. Perhaps it would be a quick mission, nothing major. "Besides, you know how I am. I love pain." I said with a wink jumping out of the ship, my boots causing a crunching noise on the snow and ice. "Ugh, this stuff is everywhere. Just what type of world is this?" I questioned. "Haven't they ever heard of Summer?" I sighed walking out, sensing some enemies nearby. But I wasn't going to say a word. Perhaps he would notice soon enough. I whistled walking around, my hot breath turning cold in the air. Then a dark being appeared behind Sort and he wasn't noticing. "Oh fucking hell," I cursed pulling out a knife and throwing it into the creature just past his head, causing the heartless to crumble into dust. "Watch where you're going, that thing wanted you for lunch." I said turning around. "But as if I would care." I rolled my eyes at her comment "Besides, you know how I am. I love pain." I know that all too well I said with a smirk I fought you a few times and I think you lost each time if memory serves me I began to rubbed my arm a bit remembering the knife wound to my shoulder. Furthermore, I began to descend the stairs of the ship and looked back at Chip and Dale "Guy stay with the ship and repair any damage done I looked back at Larsen that's when she turned around and threw one of her knife's at me, I materialized my key blade in my hand rushing to block the attack when it missed me by inches and hit the heartless behind me "Watch where you're going, that thing wanted you for lunch." I said turning around. " I looked back at Larsen and smiled aw so you do care what happens to me I said with a grin. "Oh, go fuck yourself." I said rolling my eyes. It wasn't worth it. He was a prick and that was all there was to it. I was only here to help because I was basically begged by the rat king. Bah. It was too much of an issue. If I knew how to fly out of here on that damned kiddie ship, I'd do it. I'd toss the rats out of the ship and fly back to Castle Oblivion. Castle Oblivion... The name of the place I had been made to stay at -- to guard -- echoed in my mind. Oh, how I wished I could go back there. But, alas, this is where I was now. This cold, desolate place. "Fuck, it's cold. Are we sure this is where we were supposed to go? Why couldn't Mick-boy send us to a warmer climate? Like with a volcano that I could push you into." I walked around following Sort. I soon moved faster and walked in front of him. Furthermore, I shouldn't have to follow him. Furthermore, I walked with a quick pace, taking the lead. There were some heartless in front of us. "Watch and learn," I said with a smirk. I was about to throw my knives when I was stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes widened at the realization -- the feeling of a familiar presence." No... It can't be. He's dead." I replaced the knives and walked past the heartless. They allowed me passage between them as I looked forward. The flames. They were familiar. But it couldn't be. The castle out in the middle of the frozen countryside was on fire. But it wasn't burning. There were only certain flames that did that." Axel."*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***Inside the Ice Queen's Castle." You are such a pretty thing. I don't get why you wish to be alone in this place. You should have a man to keep you company." Axel said as he bound Elsa in fire chains." Leave me alone. I will freeze you were you stand if you don't leave this place!" Elsa screamed out, her breath cold." Ohh, but that's what these are for. I'm smart ya know. No one is going to be saving you. My orders are to make you into a pretty little heartless, or ghoul, or whatever they're called now... Got it memorized?" he said in response, a wicked grin on his face. But he wasn't as he had been before when others knew him. He was darker on the inside. Surrounded by the dark aura of true darkness. Reborn and revitalized as a pawn to be used by the Kings of Darkness -- brought back to life as a new Heartless to aid in creating new ghouls for the organization.{Axel} {Elsa} I chuckled to myself and whispered slightly "Why when I could have you at any time I wanted." I smiled and laughed as Larsen shouted "Fuck, it's cold... Are we sure this is where we were supposed to go? Why couldn't Mick-boy send us to a warmer climate? Like with a volcano that I could push you into." Relax I said I looked around the area wondering to myself if King Mickey was right to send us to this world I bent down and scooped up some of the snow off the ground "You are right on one thing it is cold." I watched Larsen ahead of me and start to throw her knives into the heartless when she stopped midway placing her knives back into her sleeves walking through the bunch of heartless that let her walk through them, I couldn't help but shout out "Larsen!" I looked up to where she stood and saw a castle of pure ice with fire all over it coating the ice but not melting it I withdrew my key blade and began slashing each of the heartless trying to get to Larsen saying over and over again "It couldn't be him?" As I finally got to Larsen side I placed my hand on her shoulder trying to grab her attention that's when everything went sideways as I felt lighting began to course through my body as I yelled: "Larsen you traitor!" I couldn't believe this sensation that was coming over me. The sudden pull to the icy crystal castle before my eyes as I felt his aura." Axel,"I thought to myself as I heard Sort behind me. I had to go to it. I couldn't be tied down by this key blade wannabe. "Sorry, Sort," I said with a smirk as I looked to him. I flashed away quick as lightning only to kick Sort in the side, kicking him down to the snow and placing my knives around him. Electricity surged around him as I walked past." Larxene you traitor!" Sora yelled as I continued on, my long coat making marks in the snow as I trudged towards the castle." You come for the man with red hair?" I heard a voice, almost lyrical but sinister in tone. I looked up through the snow flurries and saw a woman - dressed in black with ebony hair, her eyes glowing red. "He's inside, I just want the key blade wielder that you took care of tying up for me..."" Axel! You speak of Axel! He's alive?!" I yelled up to her." Very much so. He has given me abilities beyond anything I could imagine." the woman spoke. "Best go in." I ran inside, my soul alive for the first time in a long time at the hope of seeing him. Dark Elsa - I could feel the slight ringing in my ears from being shocked by Larsen knives as I slowly woke from the ice-cold feel against my cheek laying too long on the ground as I began to slowly got my body up I felt a sharp blast sending me ten feet from where I laid as I looked up and saw what attacked me I made out what could be clearly another girl it wasn't Larsen, but it felt like her power my eyes started to open more as I said aloud "So you must be someone I have to defeat in order to proceed in kicking Larsen ass I never hit a girl before but don't think I won't knock you to the ground whoever the fuck you are?" I managed to get myself up and finally got a clearer picture at who I was facing she was stunningly beautiful with jet black hair and a dress that was showing more and more each time she moved. "I was made this way," Elsa spoke as she walked closer to Sort. Her body swaying as she looked to him almost paralyzed by both the cold and the lightning that had coursed through his body earlier. "This new power I was given is something I would have never dreamed of. Allow me to show you what I can create out of the thin freezing air," she continued as she raised her hands up. The snow swirling around her slender fingertips as it danced through the cool air. It began to take form and the monstrous creation she made was something to be feared. "Behold! The power of the Kings of Darkness!" Elsa shouted as the enormous almost demonic snowman turned his attention towards Sort, with many heartless following it.----------------I walked into the crystallized castle. My breath cold as I walked through the frozen halls. I looked around. "Axel?" I called out. "I can feel you. I know you're he---""Of course I'm here," the all-to-familiar voice called out from the icy rafters. I looked up pulling out my knives only to lower them. "Axel..." I sighed seeing the bright red hair peeking out from the darkened cloak. Axel turned around slowly, lowering the cloak. He looked to me. His eyes were dark, his smile sinister. I was taken aback by what I was seeing. "Surprised by what you see?"" Of course, I am!" I said out loud, the icicles shaking on the ceiling. "You were killed. You're supposed to be dead. I'm just... I'm just glad you're not dead." I said, a slight smile appearing on my lips, something that happened in such a long time. Axel's lips parted with a smile of his own. "He. Well, I am dead, but I am also living. I am reborn and here to spread the good word of the Kings of Darkness. Got it memorized?" he said, tapping his forehead." The Kings of Darkness?" I said looking at him confused. "Mickey had spoken something about that. You're working for them? What about the rest of the group? Where are they?"" Enough with the questions, Larsen," Axel said, his flame chakras materializing in his hands. "If you want any more information, you're going to have to pry it from my dead lips, but then again - I'm dead, remember?" He charged at me, causing me to have to dodge his attack. He was fast. I pulled out my knives and began to throw them around. Why would he fight me?! I watched this woman start to twirl her hand and began to create something new I have never seen before I then heard her say "The power of the Kings of Darkness!" I managed to get to my feet and cast Cu raga healing my wounds but still feeling the aftershocks of Larsen lighting coursing throughout my body I yelled out in a roar making my key blade appear in my hand as I looked to both the monster and the heartless coming towards me "You have no idea who you are dealing with." I began to slowly build up power sending it into my key blade I let the heartless start building up on me jumping on me and clawing at me, I slowly closed my eyes as anyone looking at me seeing nothing but darkness I opened my eyes wide as it felt fire was flowing through my body destroying each heartless gathered on me as the snow started to vanish from where I was standing melting with each ounce of power out of me my whole body was in Valor Form stood and faced the monster and looked to the woman staring at me "Now I am going to ask you once who else besides Larsen is in that castle?" Elsa gasped as the smaller heartless evaporated into the thin arctic air. The aura emitting from Sort was certainly not something to be trifled with. But her sudden fear was soon replaced with a rise in anger because of the aura now coursing through her. She looked at him, her eyes glowing and gritting her teeth. "You're strong, I'll give you that. But my lovely little creation is a lot more powerful than you'll ever be!" She raised her hands once more and the evil snowman mimicked her. The tree that had been made its arm lowered at a fast speed to attempt to crush Sort as Elsa spoke up once more, "And I don't have to tell you who's in that castle. It's my home! You have no right!" she said waving her arm as the snowman's tree arm took the snow-cap off of a mountain and sent it crashing down towards Sort.----------------------------The flames and lightning strikes were flying through the castle. The ice and snow melting around us as I fought Axel. I didn't want to be fighting him, but there was no other way. I felt a deep twinge within my chest as I looked to him, trying to catch my breath. He wasn't out of breath at all, the only visible mark on him was where I had thrown my knife, and he hadn't missed it entirely. A small dribble of blood showing on his forehead, blending in with his red hair." Axel! We can stop here. We don't have to hurt ourselves," I said trying to reason with him. Axel laughed out loud, his voice echoing through the hallow halls of this icicle castle. "Oh, you think I want to stop?! I was sent here to kill you. The only way that you'll get out of here is if you kill me, but that's not going to happen, little Larsen!" He pointed one of his chakras at me, "You're just a half-wit that was sealed away like a good dog only to betray your masters and follow a rat. Got it memorized?" he said before he sent his chakra flying at me, the flaming spreading further with each passing moment. The only way to end this was to kill him, huh? The only way to stop this madness was to kill him? But if he's already dead, then how do I do that? I jumped over the flames, flying through the air. I closed my eyes as I flew through the air as quick as lightning - my knives connecting on either side of his head through his skull. Axel's chakras dropped to the floor with a clang as he fell to his knees. "I'm sorry, Axel." I said as his blood coated my fingers, pulling the blades from his head and letting them drop to the ground as well. I collapsed next to his body, my blonde hair around my face as I looked to him. "Why couldn't you just listen to me, Ax?" Tears falling down my cheeks, crashing to the floor in the cold. I watched Elsa control that strong creature with ease I listened to her prattle on You're strong, I'll give you that. But my lovely little creation is a lot more powerful than you'll ever be!" what was going through my mind was not the fight at all it was of Larsen inside that castle and what kind of trouble she was getting herself into I was totally caught unaware as I was blindsided by a huge rock hitting me with enough force that it sent be shooting across the battlefield hitting a few dozen trees coming to a good stop in some deep snow about twenty feet deep as I laid there in the snow I could feel a dozen of my bones cracking at any move I made. I began to feel something was wrong when I felt a bit of darkness vanishing from the world I looked up from where I was deep in the snow and said "Cuba." in a soft voice healing the few broken bones I had but not all I began to slowly dig up through the snow trying to get to the top and seeing what the hell happened. Axel's blood was pooling on the floor, reaching the outer edges of my coat as I looked to his body. It didn't make any sense as to why he was laying there, dead - again. But this time it was by my hand. My tears had stopped. I couldn't fathom why I had cried to begin with, and now my heart was darkened once more. I rose up, the blood of my former friend dripping from my clothes and staining the black coat causing it to be darker. Furthermore, I heard an eerie laugh echo from outside the castle and could only think that the woman must be done with Sort. Furthermore, I could go back to Castle Oblivion soon. Go back to my darkness. Mess around with the little heartless and cause them misery to block out my own misery. To bring them torment to help ease my own mental anguish. I reached the door of the castle and noticed Sort was half-buried in the snow. I looked to him then to the huge...snowman? My eyes widened as I heard the laughter yet again, turning my head to its cause." You will fall and Aren dale will fall to the Kings of Darkness!!" Elsa screamed out as she waved her hand again, but this time she screamed out. "Ahhhh!" she cried, her hand dripping blood and a bright yellow dagger protruding out of her palm." He's my ride home and the'Kings of Darkness'you preach about, they're god awful assholes that use peoples emotions against them. Now be a good little princess and go back inside, there's something for you to clean up," I said walking down the snow-bank to Sort, my coat making trails in the snow." You bitch..." Elsa cursed. The snowman grew even more as she pulled her hand away from the blade, more blood gushing out of the wound. "I AM A FUCKING QUEEN!" she said waving her other hand causing the snowman to bring the log down towards me, but it stopped short as I looked towards her. Elsa gasped, blood dripping down from her mouth as she slowly looked down to her chest." Well, we're here for King Mickey, and you've just been knocked out of the game," I said as I snapped my fingers and lightning coursed through Elsa from the blade lodged in her chest. Elsa let out a scream resembling that of a banshee as she dropped to the ground. Her blackened hair returning to white as she disappeared with the snow, the wind blowing away her form. I turned to Sort who I had reached by this time and held out my hand. "Let's get back to the rats so they can clean up my coat." I managed to climb my way out of the snow as I watched the spectacle before me Larsen was fighting Elsa and then the final blow came when Larsen sent a course of lighting into Else body sending Else plummeting to the ground I watched Larsen turn and walk towards me, and she reached her hand down I placed my hand on hers as she helped me to my feet as she started to say "Let's get back to the rats so they can clean up my coat." I balled up my fist and with all the force I could muster I threw my fist hailing to Larsen face hitting her square on the cheek as I watched grab her mouth and look at me with a glare in my eyes I finally said "That is for being a traitor and don't worry about your coat being cleaned I'm having the rats take us to castle oblivion, and you can go home and go back to your darkness." As I said that I began to walk away from Larsen toward the gummy ship barely bracing myself up trying to keep myself from falling onto the snow. I helped him out of the snow and started to turn around to head back down the mountain to the ship. I was tired. Furthermore, I was tired of the fucking snow. Then I felt him tug at my shoulder and his fist connected with my cheek. I stumbled backwards as I looked to him. I spat out blood before I felt my anger boil within my core. "You bastard! I come to your rescue and all you can do is attack me?! For your fucking concern, I took care of one of the fucking pawns for the precious Kings of Darkness that the King rat wanted us to look into. But as if you'd care." I turned to walk past him. "I have watched Axel die twice, and I really didn't like one of those times being by my hand, you insufferable asshole!" Tears were streaming down my cheeks, almost involuntary. I couldn't control it. I looked to Sort, waiting for the key blade'hero'to show any reaction. Furthermore, I listened to Larsen cry and proceeded to tell me what happened in the castle as I felt a few tears forming in my eyes at the mention of Axel I didn't know how to handle all this as I had a girl crying in front of me part of the reason was by my hand I slowly took a few steps and dropped my key blade onto the ground wrapping my arms around Larsen and slowly holding her letting her cry more and more I slowly planted a kiss on the top of her forehead as I did that Larsen looked up at me and proceeded to kiss my lips out of the blue I took a step back trying to figure this all out as I said "Why did you kiss me Larsen?" I felt him hold me. It was an odd feeling. But should I have feelings? Why do I feel like this? Why am I doing this? This guy is my enemy, and yet I'm helping him, and he's holding me. Comforting me. My feelings were all conflicted by the time I pulled back only to kiss his lips. He didn't pull away either. I continued kissing him until he pulled back, asking me why I had done what I did. Tears still falling down my cheeks in the cold air. "I'm not entirely sure," I said to him just as we heard the roar of the Gummy ship landing." Sora!!" Chip screamed out as he opened the hatch."Yeah, come on! We've got news of another place!" Dale said in addition. I wiped my face and looked away. "You have any clothes on that ship? I want to get changed out of this mess, besides - you rats need to clean my coat."" Rats?!" Chip and Dale both screeched at the same time before bounding in the ship after us. As I was about to say something to her, we both were interrupted by the Gummy ship and both chipmunks coming out of the hatch saying "Yeah come on! We've got news of another place!" As they said that I looked to Larsen and heard her mention if we had a change of clothes on the ship and said: "Your rats need to clean my coat." As she said that both Chip and Dale got seriously pissed and started going after her as I said "All three of you calm down she didn't mean anything by it Larsen apologize to Chip and dale they aren't rats they are chipmunks and proud of it. As we made our way onto the ship I went into the small bedroom and pulled from the closet a backpack full of girly clothes as I came back to the cockpit I handed the bag to Larsen and said "They may or may not fit there Kara old clothes when me her and Roku traveled around together." I looked to the bag that he was handing me. I saw pink and black cloth sticking out of it. "Um...pink isn't really my color," I said reluctantly, but my coat was starting to smell due to the blood that was on it. I took it and sighed. "Fine, I'll be in your bathroom." I walked to the bathroom, changing into the outfit. I nearly gagged from the sight of it, but perhaps it will be a start to a new me. Furthermore, I shrugged at the thought of it and walked out to the front of the ship." Sora? What do you think? I mean, it's kind of tight, but I think it works," I said looking up to him.(Larsen's outfit) I sat back and watched Larsen go to the bathroom and close the door I smiled and looked to the chipmunks looking at me as I said "What?" They couldn't help but laugh and say "Sort you're looking at her the same way you looked at Kara." I couldn't help but say "No way she is completely different from Kara I can't stand her, and she can't stand me." With that, the door to the bathroom opened and Larsen came out my jaw literally dropped seeing her in a whole different light without her cloak covering her body I barely could register what she was saying before I was able to process "Sort? What do you think? I mean, it's kind of tight, but I think it works," I looked to the chipmunks who were both had their mouths opened seeing her like that "I I I think it looks good." Was all I could say at that moment. I noticed his jaw dropped, as well as the rats. They were all looking at me with awestruck expressions and I couldn't help but wonder if this was a good idea or not. I shook my head and walked up to him. I shook my finger in his face. "Don't think that this gives you the right to do anything to me. Now..." I said pushing my finger under his chin and closing his mouth for him. "...what do we do now?" I asked, taking a seat, trying to cross my legs, but the underside of my thigh was visible for them to see up my skirt. Chip turned Dale around, who had a goofy smile on his face, and looked at the controls. "Just take her to the back of the ship, Sort. I'll call you back up here soon. Got to get hold of the King first for confirmation of our next location." I still couldn't believe my eyes seeing Larsen that way as I caught a glimpse of the panties she was wearing under her skirt as I said: "Ok when you reach King Mickey tell him what happened and give him an update on our progress." As I looked to Larsen I said: "Come on." I walked to the back of the ship as I pressed a button opening the door to my room I walked over to the bed and jumped on it and said: "I'm going to get some shut-eye." As I laid down fully I could help but watch her walk into my room looking around I found my self-catching sight of her ass and making a low gulping sound as I began to think of everything I would do to her body. I followed Sort to the back of the ship. I looked around his room and could feel his eyes upon me. He got on the bed and said he was going to sleep. I stretched and yawned, "Yeah, that sounds good, but I wonder..." I sat on the edge of his bed. Furthermore, I couldn't really sleep. Furthermore, I laid back next to him. The skirt hiked up to way above my thigh, something that I wasn't used to, but hell - it was what I had to deal with at this moment. I laid there next to him, turning my head to look him in the face." Oh come on, you can't be serious about sleeping. All that has happened today, and you want to sleep?" I asked looking down his torso to his groin. I moved my hand to his leg. "You want to have some fun?" I gave a slight shrug of my shoulder as Larsen got within inches of my face and said: "You want to have some fun?" I couldn't help but smile and say "That would not be a good idea mix business with pleasure." But looking at her in that outfit my head was saying don't do it, but my other head was saying for fuck’s sake fuck her already I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head, but my other head won the battle as I grabbed the back of Larsen head and pressed her lips against mine kissing her deeply and saying "This can't happen ever again after this because you're the bad girl, and I am the good guy." I began to move my hand over her shirt covering her breast and gripped it tightly and said "You are such a bitch do you realize that." I moaned out loud, feeling him squeeze my breast. The sudden sensation of both pain and pleasure made me grin in delight. "I'm a bitch, am I?" I said, reaching between us to grasp his hidden erection. I squeezed through the fabric of his pants, feeling him jump, and his cock twitch in my grasp. "I know a thing or two - but question is, do you?" I moved my hand up to the waistband of his pants, undoing his Ram uh belt as I slipped my hand in to grip his hardened erection. I moved my thumb around the tip, teasing the tip until he reached for my hand." Oh, no, no no... No touching. Let me do this for you," I said before sliding down the bed and pulling down his pants, his cock springing forth as I noticed the tip was oozing with his essence. "Apparently, somebodywants this to happen, even if you don't..." I licked the underside of his shaft. I had had Maria years ago, but he had used and abused me for a short time. But I had learned what makes guys tick. I ran my tongue up along the base to the tip, moaning as I got to the sticky goodness that I craved." You enjoying this, Sort?" I asked as my other hand began to play with his ball-sack. I was completely at Larsen beck and call as she started to pleasure me in ways I never knew as I felt her lick the underside of my cock with great skill I couldn't help but moan and groan at feeling under her control I flipped my body, so I was laying on my back feeling her tongue feel me up was something to behold I couldn't help but grin each time she looked at me with those eyes "If you keep that up Larsen I'm going to blow my load, and it's going all over your pretty bitchy face." I said with a grin I couldn't help but piss this girl off as she pissed me off so many times before. The way he was squirming, it made me smile as I continued to lick his hardened erection. I began to stroke him, licking the tip - hoping to bring him to climax. "Prove it then. Promises, promises, with you. You never do anything right," I smirked, pissing him off a bit more as I used my other hand to rub his nut sack. I gripped them tighter as I tasted his precut oozing out the tip. He was close. I could feel him throb, and he was trying to grip everything he could to hold on.

Dealing with the Keyblade Wielder (Closed to DrekSilverBorn)|rating:3.0

Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)

Cheerleader​The Rams coach, Hugh Wiseman had one fucking rule, the same rule that every coach had across all the United States. The football players were not allowed to fraternize with the cheerleaders. It was basic common sense, they had to be focused on the game, not on pussy. Of course, some of them tried to flaunt those rules, which often resulted in expulsions from the team, typically such things could go either way, but in his team it was usually the layers who got kicked, not the girls. No, the girls were not just there to prance about in front of the spectators, getting them hard and distracting the form the game if it was going badly. No, they were there to keep him hard as well. The harder he was, the more focused he could get in his plays and plans, sort of the opposite deal from the players. Plus he liked to look at them, young, fit, tight bodied little sluts the lot of them. Many of the guys liked to see fuller curvier figures, but with cheerleaders the lighter you were the better. Cheerleaders got tossed in the air and the fat ones never went as high, never flashed as much of their panties and never got the spectators as hard as the fit ones did. Hard spectators meant return visits, more money, better numbers of fans. Hell, half of the guys only came along to watch the girls prancing and posing and cheering, secretly wishing they were the lucky bastards who got to fuck them. Lucky bastards like Hugh Wiseman. That's why he liked the slim, slender, skinny, tight bodied ones, the ones with toned flesh, hard abs, defined oblique’s and tiny breasts. Ones like Spencer Brooke, the hottest blonde cheerleader they had ever had for the team. That's why he was so pleased when he found her in a position which suggested that she was about to suck off one of the players. Giving the boy a stern scowl and a slap to the back of the head, followed by a dressing down and threats of being thrown off the team, sent him scurrying away in a panic. No one wanted to cross Coach Wiseman, no one, especially when doing so meant being thrown off the team and being cast to the gutter. Of course, that went for the Cheerleaders as well, who should all have known better. He'd found them both in a cleaning closet next to the locker rooms, a random sweep which proved to be very beneficial. With the door slamming behind him as the boy hastened away, the coach knew he had a good amount of time before the practice sessions going on outside required his presence, plus it was only expected that he stay behind to chastise and chew out the cheerleader for breaking the rules. "So, Spencer. Miss Brooke. It looks like you think that the rules don't apply to you. Such a shame, I had such high hopes for you to take over as head cheerleader this season. However, the rules are quite specific, no fraternizing between cheerleaders and players. They apply to everyone, even prodigy's like yourself." he shook his head, wagging a finger as he looked her up and down, raping her with his eyes… undoubtedly the same way a thousand others had done so since she had turned legal. Standing there in the doorway, dressed in his casual jeans and t-shirt mix which he wore for training sessions, he towered above her by a good foot, dominating the space as he made no attempt to disguise the clear unrestrained lust which was burning i his eyes. He spent a few seconds fucking her mentally, before he turned his attention to her face. "I can't have cocked hungry little sluts like you distracting my boys, now can I Spencer? It's not fair. On the other hand it's hot young girls like you that help to bring in some of our fans. Losing you would be costly, especially as you are due to take over things, as I said. However, there's an easy solution, isn't there Miss Brooke? Spencer? Do you know what it is? Let me lay it out for you. You are a filthy, cock hungry little whore who craves cock, aren't you? That's why you sneaked away during practice, because your hot, tight young cunt is weeping into your panties, because your hot young flesh is craving a hard cock. However, you can't be wasted on a mere boy Spencer, can you? That wouldn't be right. No, what you need is to understand that if you want cock then you are going to have to take it from a man, not a boy." he grinned, stepping forwards he reached down, sliding a hand between her thighs, raising up her skirt with his wrist as his fingers sought out her slit beneath her panties." Now, if you want to keep your place on the squad, if you want to keep your place in this school, then I think you know what you are going to have to do, don't you Spencer?" he growled, his voice a deep resonating bass as he moved his other hand to grasp around her throat, tilting her head up towards him. He looked down into her eyes. "You need to prove to me that it's worth all the trouble of keeping you on the squad. Do you know how to do that Spencer? Do you know what you need to do? You have two choices today. You can turn around, put your hands on the shelf in front of you and start reciting your favorite chant while I fuck you." he let the crude vulgar reality sink into her brain. "Or you can suck me off and hope that you can make me cum in your mouth, before the bitches outside finish their latest routine." the faint distant cheers and shouts could be heard filtering through a window high up on one wall of the closet. "Of course, if they finish first, then you'll have to take my cock any way I choose. Understand?" it was a question, but there was no possibility of her having any other choice. Spencer felt her heart beat rapidly inside her chest. She had made out with Jimmy a few times already, but never like this. This was better. It was forbidden. She knew nobody was going to say a word when a cheerleader and one of the players were making out at a party. On a weekend. Out of school. She -knew- they were both in real trouble if they got caught making out... during practice time, at school, the day before an important game. The slight pang of guilt only turned Spencer on more. She loved cheering more than anything else... but she loved sex almost as much. And she hated being the good girl. So this entire situation was turning her on incredibly. Jimmy was kissing her passionately, groping her breasts through her tight little top. Spencer wasn't wearing a bra. She was proud she didn't need one. "MMM... stop stop stop... let's not waste any time... they'll be wondering where we are in about 10 minutes!" Spencer gasped into his ear. Jimmy chuckled, and sat down, spreading his legs. "What are you waiting for then?" He asked, freeing his cock, stocking his erection when Spencer knelt down.... and felt herself gripped by the shoulder. Coach Wiseman! Spencer felt all the blood drain from her face. She felt despair. Listening to him chastising Jimmy just turned things worse. She knew it would be her turn after. Knew he was ALWAYS harder on the girls than on the guys. When Jimmy hastily left, Spencer felt as if her blood had been replaced by ice water. She didn't DARE look up at Coach Wiseman, remembering Nikki Lafayette being thrown from the cheering squad after she had angered the Coach. Spencer was SO caught up feeling guilt and regret and fearing he'd simply throw her from the squad that it took her a few moments to register the words that TRULY spilled from his mouth. The room suddenly seemed VERY small, with his eyes practically fucking her, with his towering figure blocking the door. Suddenly Spencer felt it was hard to breathe for more than one reason. His voice was aggressive, mercilessly abusing her. "W...what? N... no I mean I...." she started to feebly protest when he called her a filthy cock hungry whore, and then she felt his hand glide under her skirt, his fingers pretending there wasn't even panties there, elegantly gliding into her slit beneath the tight fabric, finding slick, moist heat trapped there." You need to prove to me that it's worth all the trouble of keeping you on the squad. Do you know how to do that Spencer? Do you know what you need to do? You have two choices today. You can turn around, put your hands on the shelf in front of you and start reciting your favorite chant while I fuck you." She gasped at his outrageous suggestion, blushing hotly. She -knew- she would do anything he demanded from her. Furthermore, she didn't want to be kicked from the squad. He could even have her expelled... though having to leave school didn't quite impress Spencer as much as the possibility to lose the cheerleading." Or you can suck me off and hope that you can make me cum in your mouth, before the bitches outside finish their latest routine." His voice rang out, making Spencer's mind spin. "That's only 7 minutes and 45 seconds, Coach!" she exclaimed at his second suggestion. Then she started to think very fast. She -was- extremely talented with her mouth. And if he needed to stalk cheerleaders for sex he seemed to be desperate. That was a clean opportunity to get away with this in less than 10 minutes. For the first time Spencer felt a trickle of hope, and she lifted her chin, staring right into Coach Wiseman's eyes. "I bet I can beat the squad" she said, her entire pose betraying that this was a challenge she was taking very seriously. "I CAN beat the squad" she repeated, and sank to her knees in front of the Coach, young, nimble fingers hectically starting to tug at his clothes. There was no feeling in the world better than the hot, tight, wet slit of a teenage slut. In that regard, Spencer was the cream of the crop, a 'fuck me' blonde wrapped up in a 'rape me' cheerleader outfit, with a body to kill for. Right now she was all his, to do with as he fucking liked, assuming that she had any desire to stay on the squad. He didn't even consider for a second how this situation might pay against him, good old Coach Wiseman? He was without reproach. Hell, he could have fucked her senseless without even pausing and no one would have believed her if she reported him! If anything they had called her a cock teasing little whore, out to despoil the good name of an upstanding citizen for her own agenda. No, Coach Wiseman was in control and in charge here, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. He'd been fantasizing about Spencer for weeks, dreaming about the same soaking slot which was now soiling his fingertips, dreaming about her tight cunt sucking on his cock, her legs spreading around him, her moans and whimpers bathing his ears with heat. No, now that he had Spencer dead to rights he was going to take every advantage he could think of and a few more besides, she deserved it, and it wasn't like she was some innocent virgin either. She knew damn well what men wanted, by the look of what was going to go down with Jimmy, so what happened now, she was ready for it as far as he was concerned. The fact that she was young enough to be his daughter? That only turned him on more, changing his already hard cock into a raging stiff shaft of bulging and pre-cum weeping flesh that was eager to feel the stroke of her gash or her tongue against it. Her blushing cheeks only enticed him more, the heat on her face rewarding her with more attention from his fingers. Finding she was wet already, he began to splay apart the hot lips of her cut, mashing the folds aside to allow a single digit to stroke along her gash, opening it up, sinking deeper and deeper into it as his thumb found a nub of flesh about her hood, massaging it as he looked into her eyes, his other hand moving to stroke into her hair. His fingers wrapped about her long blonde strands, then bunched into a fist as he drew back her head to sake a sudden thirst for her lips. His hot mouth closed on hers, his tongue slashing open her slit of a mouth to force its way inside, allowing him to feast on her for a few moments, hot breath, burning spit, raw lust fuelled passion devouring her before he pulled back to listen to what she had to say, his fingers on her cunt showing no mercy as they continued to stroke and invade her sacred hole with a casual uncaring menace, his shallow finger fucking drenching his hand in her secretions, as they wept from her violated snatch. "Seven minutes. I'm sure you have made boys come in less… with at least one of your holes." he smirked in response. Naturally he figured that hey didn't have his stamina, despite not having had a decent fuck in months, nor did they have the same incentive to hold back that he had, access to her tight young flesh any way he wanted. She had accepted the challenge, knew the risks, now it was time to show her what she had gotten herself into." Yeah, you can beat the squad you little bitch, you're the hottest girl in it, right?" he replied as her delicate and nimble hands began to claw at his jeans. He allowed her to get as far as unzipping him, before taking hold of her wrists, pulling her hands away from him. "No Spencer, you need your hands for tossing those pompoms about or catching your squad mates. No, I want you to make me come with your sweet innocent looking mouth. Get me?" he growled, moving one hand to pull out his massive cock. His erection was huge, a monstrous pillar of flesh that jutted out in front of him and almost slapped into her face as it wavered and twitched in front of her. The thick shaft and wide girth were smothered in bulging veins and the fat head wept pre-cum which left the head glistening and the length of his rod streaked with a shine as he felt it pulse and quiver in front of her tiny mouth. Outside the window he could hear familiar chanting *Ready? Okay! I'm sexy, I'm cute I'm popular to boot, I'm bitching, great hair, the boys all love to stare, I'm wanted, I'm hot, I'm everything your not, I'm pretty, I'm cool, I dominate this school... *, but he largely ignored it, instead focusing on her face as he looked down at her, kneeling in front of him as though kneeling before some altar, ready to take an offering from her new god." You think you have what it takes girl, to make me cum in your mouth? You're going to have to take me to the balls in order to ensure you swallow everything. We don't want you messing up your uniform, now, do we? Of course if you can't choke on this fucker, if you can't take it until it's bulging your throat and teasing your guts, well, I'll have to ram it inside you. Thing is, I think you'd like that as well, wouldn't you Spencer." he grunted, moving a hand to slide into her hair, leaving his other hand free to stroke her cheek, thumbing her lips, fingering her tongue and smearing her spit onto his rod as he stared at her. "Now show me, you hot little bitch, show me how much you want to stay on the squad. Fuck my cock with your mouth. Do it." his gaze bore into her, the proximity of her lips making his cock shudder with anticipation. Spencer let out a soft, surprised little sound when his cock sprang free from his jeans. He was... enormous. Bigger than any cock she had ever had, and she couldn't help but stare at it. "Oh my god" she involuntarily breathed. There was no denying she was turned on, despite the situation. She was still embarrassed that Coach Wiseman had caught her in flagrant with Jim, she was horribly afraid he would truly have her kicked from the cheering squad, his words made her feel like a dirty little slut, and she was -very- aware that he had all the power here. He could kick her from the squad. He could tell her parents why. Furthermore, he could make her the target of every dirty little joke in school. Furthermore, he could have her expelled. Furthermore, he could ruin her entire future over this. Instead... instead he was "just" "forcing" her to some sex. Spencer had the distinct feeling that she shouldn't be turned on by his fingering her tight little pussy or the sight of his cock. But... she couldn't help it. His fingers had caused a strange, burning sensation, she felt an intense, almost painful throb between her legs. She reached for his raging hard shaft, when he pushed her hands away. "No Spencer..." he said, and she listened, her eyes widening. The fit, lithe little blonde's eyes were huge when his words hit her, each like a little slap into her face, his remark about him having to ram his cock down her throat and fuck her mouth causing another heated blush. Spencer had always been on the adventurous side of things... how often had she fantasized about deep throating a guy? Had stared at stupid gives on her phone, of guys with incredibly huge cocks pulling it from crying girls mouths and frantically masturbated to these? In a strangely obedient gestures she crossed her arms behind her back, the motion causing her small tits to rise. His hand was lightly touching the side of her head, his fingers in her hair. Not even a threat at this very moment, his other hand caressing her face, fingers invading her mouth, her own spit used to moisten his already glistening rod. Spencer closed her eyes, his cock was almost touching her soft, innocent looking lips, his gaze catching her like lights catch a deer.... the chanting of the squad outside a painful reminder of the time, and she had closed her eyes to escape the almost trance-like state she was getting into. He was right. She didn't have time for teasing. For the usual foreplay. For sucking his tip into her mouth, letting her tongue spiral around it. Oh, Spencer was by no means innocent. She had caused quite a few guys to cum into their pants before she even had started anything. She felt her heart start to race, when she realized she had zero experience with what he expected from her. Heck... 90% of the boys she had made out with had exploded from just a little kiss on the tip. A desperate little sound vibrated from her lips, her eyes opening, meeting his gaze, and then she finally made contact with his cock. Spencer's lips gliding over his tip, her lips covering her teeth carefully. She was still flushed, turning even redder when she realized she couldn't stop staring into his face, while her young mouth stretched around his cock. Jesus fucking Christ in heaven. He wasn't big. He was HUGE. His tip was enough to make her mouth feel fuller than it had ever felt before, and she wasn't even able to take him in half the way, before she had to gag. Spencer coughed, the gagging causing tears to shoot into her eyes. 6 minutes... the athletic little blonde didn't waste any time on hesitation. She felt spit pool underneath her tongue... with his beautiful cock blocking the way to her throat she couldn't swallow, but she didn't want it to run out either. Spencer tried again, slower this time. But the moment he reached the back of her throat she had to gag again, involuntarily withdrawing again. She coughed. Swallowed. Greedily breathing in a few times. 5.45.... she could almost hear the seconds tick away, when she reconnected her mouth with his cock, and started to actually "fuck" him with her face. She opened her mouth wider with each little thrust, impaling herself deeper and deeper on his angrily swollen meat, until she had almost three quarters of his massive length inside her mouth, before she had to gag again, her mascara smearing when fresh, hot tears welled up in her eyes from the reflex. He was so fucking hard! He was so fucking hard now that pre-cum was almost pouring from his cock like the real thing. His shaft was swollen, gigantic, a heavy length of steel like flesh which sported throbbing streaks of bulging veins, as well as a glistening cock head that shone purple with the fierceness of his lust. The hottest cheerleader, cornered and forced into taking his cock, and soon it would be driven deep into her innocent looking flesh to despoil and desecrate it as he saw fit, as her master, her coach, her new fucking god, laid claim to something only boys had played with before. Now she was going to know what it was like to have triggered the unstoppable and relentless lust of a grown man. He noticed her crossing her arms behind her back, reducing herself to a single hungry mouth that sought to serve him, "Good girl Spencer. You know what to do it looks like! You were always a quick learner, quick to pick up a new routine. We'll call this one the muffled cheer shall we?" he told her with a smirk. "The first of many new routines for you to learn, no doubt." amusement bleeding into the raw desperate lust which dripped from his words as he looked down at her, her juicy warm lips inches from his monstrous rod as it jerked and bobbed about it front of her, specks of his pre-cum splattering onto her cheeks and chin as he swayed his body and moved even closer to her, his rampant erection towering in front of her. He could feel her breath on it, the heat searing up and down its length as it waited to feel bliss envelop it. Her lips parted, and he felt the wet heat of her mouth and tongue against his knob, he let out a deep groan of satisfaction, his cock pulsing as it boiled in the furnace that had become her mouth. His sensitive glans slid over her tongue and his cock head was suddenly roasting away inside her as he looked down at her, her eyes opening to fix on his as he tightened one hand in her hair, the other lightly slapping the side of her face before joining the first in manipulating her head, slowly forcing her to stick in place, then ease forwards along his cock length. He held it in her mouth, watching her gag and choke around its length, feeling the shuddering convulsions of her struggling attempts to draw breath send shivers and spears of pleasure rippling down his shaft. "Ahhh... fuck me, your mouth feels so fucking good!" he groaned loudly, as the cheers outside continued, and he gasped out a long-drawn-out celebratory moan of ecstasy at the feel of her mouth engulfing his fuck hungry rod. It was as though an eternity of pent-up frustration was released in that single moment, at the feel of the young girls mouth caving in and delivering an intense quivering jolt of bliss to his cock and his soul. His cock head nudged at the back of her throat, as he wallowed in the sensations of her tongue and lips assaulting his manhood. He aw her eyes well up, his lisp a smirk of merciless lust. His cock was half slick with her spit now, as he fucked it back and forth across her tongue, holding her head in his hands as he used her like her mouth was some second cunt placed there for his pleasure. His shaft streaked with a cocktail of pre-cum and saliva, half glistening and half dry as he tried to force it deeper and deeper into her gullet, cramming it towards the point where he would feel his balls mash against her face. Could she take the entire thing down her bulging throat? She would have to if she thought she was going to escape with a simple face fucking. Her hot lips, cascading blonde hair, tight slim body, there was nothing working in her favor to prevent his cock swelling and stretching as he craved her more and more. His fat girth parted her lips, his enormous cock growing in her mouth to make it harder and harder to take the entire thing... but he was relentless, merciless, stuffing it into her a little further with each thrust. He was living the dream right now, fucking a cheerleader, fucking the hot young blonde idol of so many fans, bending and twisting her to his will. "More, take it deeper Spencer. You can do it. Ready? Okay!" he hissed mockingly almost, as he drove his cock into her sucking hole." God... almost there. You can do it Spencer, show me that you deserve all the fucking attention that you get! So many players want to wreck you, you know that right? So many come to me, begging, pleading, but they know the fucking rules. No dating cheerleaders. In or out of school, same as the real leagues. Me, on the other hand, I can do whatever the fuck I like." he grunted as she managed to fuck her face onto three quarters of his member. It was left dripping with spit when she pulled back, coughing, his cock drenched with her spit. Globules of it detached to drip onto her uniform and the floor at their feet, yet still it was denied entry to her throat fully. He dragged at her hair, wrenching her head to force her to look up at him. His cock twitching at the sight of her mascara streaked eyes as he gave her a moments respite. Leaning down, as though to kiss her open mouth, he spat into it, then dragged her face back onto his cock. He drove his shaft deep into her throat, bulging it out as he violated her narrow channel with a vicious craven lust, fucking himself balls deep into her face until the tight confines of her throat were like a vice around him. Grunting, gasping, fucking, groaning as he pushed towards an orgasm he wanted to deny himself. "God damn, I'm going to fucking come way too soon." he hissed through clenched teeth. "How can anyone control themselves in that mouth?" he groaned finally, pulling his cock out from between her lips, slapping it across her cheek, slashing the slick mixture of fuck juice which dripped off it across her flesh. Pausing he reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone. "Give me your hands. Dial your parents, we need to let them know you are going to be late home tonight. Why? Because I'm going to have to hold you back for a strategy and performance meeting, seeing as how you are going to be the new head cheerleader... and also because real soon I'm going to be coming down your throat, which means I’m going to have to fuck you later." he gasped, his voice strangled by lust and the urgent need to let go. Regardless, he pushed forwards, drilling his knob back between her lips, forcing them wide open as he fucked back into her heated gullet. The cheers outside rising as the routine got closer and closer to finishing… then he erupted, his cock jerking, jolting in her mouth as he came hard. His teeth clenched, his hands fisted in her hair, and he fucked an orgasm down her throat. Boiling seed spurted deep into her guts, flooding her mouth and spurting forth to streak her chin as his searing strings of cum blasted into her mouth and filled it with his hot seed. “Good!! UUNNGGHH!!” her tight cheer-leading flesh drawing out a long, guttural groan of pleasure as he desecrated her insides with his hot cum, pumping it into her in a long violent series of gushing torrents. Spencer totally got lost in space and time. The chants outside her telling her it was only being minutes, but in the small locker room it felt much longer. With his hands in her hair there was no escape for the sweet, young, teenage slut, and all Spencer could do was whimper around the monstrous shaft that was being forced deeper and deeper into her throat. Her entire world was reduced to two things.... getting him all the way into her tight throat... and to not suffocate. Spencer gasped for air when he finally gave her a moment's respite, her face so young and vulnerable when she stared up at him with tears streaking down her cheeks, her face a mess already. She felt her entire body start to tingle when he was leaning in, his mouth blissfully close to her face. The blonde cheerleader shied back when he spat into her mouth, but there was no time to cringe, no escape from his brutal, forceful assault. Within a second he had pulled her back upon his angry shaft, and this time he didn't have any mercy at all. He pushed passed Spencer's gagging, violating her young, inexperienced throat. And Spencer? She felt panic at the feeling of suffocating. Repulsion, she felt sick with her entire body cramping while her violent gagging massaged his meat. And at the same time her young pussy was on fire, throbbing almost as angrily as the cock inside her mouth. Spencer felt herself starting to make noises. Stifled screams that were stuck side her throat, humming against his gorgeous, relentless cock. Spencer coughed and gagged when he pulled out again, sobbing, greedily sucking in air, her face burning when he slapped her with his cock. Her cheeks ablaze with shame and a feverish lust, her hands shaking when she dialed her parents number. She could her the ringing at the other end, when he impulsively gripped her head again, ramming himself home. This time the little cheerleader shook with terror, trying to shake her head no, but soon she was beyond caring. She was lost. Shattered. Her entire body screaming for more, while her head screamed it was too much, that she couldn't take it, that he was too big.... When he filled her throat with his hot semen Spencer didn't even know her name any longer.... she had no clue if she had been in time, had no clue if he had reached her parents already.... the only thing she knew for sure was, that this was going to be the longest day of her life. There was no doubt that he would not let her go. And Spencer's entire being screamed in delight, her innocent panties soaked, her face ruined, her mouth and throat so sore that she wasn't sure if she could speak. Coach Wiseman dragged his cock out of her mouth. Seeing as how she would need to clean up anyway, he didn't even try to hold back his continuing ejaculation, holding his cock with one hand whilst it spewed out hot strings of thick cum to splatter across her cheeks, chin and even spurt into her hair as he finally grits his teeth for one last jolting and jerking spasm of his cock. His shuddering body tightened, muscles tense, flesh straining as his cock disgorged the contents of his balls across her face without a shred of concern or mercy, his eyes drinking in the delicious sight of his cum staining her flesh and marking her face and lips with its boiling globules of white ejaculate. God-damn, fuck!" he gasped finally, releasing her hair he looked down at her with an approving gaze as he jammed his cock back into his jeans and straightened himself up a little. "You better go get yourself cleaned up. You still need to participate in the last routine. You might want to spread it around that you're being punished as well, with extra duties. Helping to clean up and sort through the store room." he smirked. He picked up the phone, calling the dialed number. "Hello. Mrs Brooke? Ah, yes, this is coach Wiseman. I'm happy to say that Spencer has been selected for the opportunity to apply for head cheerleader. As such she's volunteered to stay back and go through some strategy discussion regarding routines and recruitment as well." he paused, listening to the woman on the other end. "That's right, it is a prestigious position, especially regarding her future. Head cheerleader is always a plus on a girls C. V, although I'm sure that she's not worrying about that right now, I am pretty confident that she's just having fun." he replied, looking down at her cum stained appearance. His cock was still semi hard and if he had enough time he would have been fucking her by now, showing her what a men cock could do to her tight young cunt. "Yes, I'm sure that she'll find time to give you the good news herself, I'll make sure that she doesn't stay too late, and I'll get her home, myself if I have to." he finished. A cocky confident grin on his face as he reached down, scooped up some cum on his fingers and drove them between Spencer’s lips, feeding his sperm across her tongue as he spoke to her oblivious mother. A woman who was completely unaware of what had happened to her innocent looking slut of a daughter." Well, now that we know what you want, and that you're prepared to do what it takes to achieve it, we can have plenty of fun, can't we Spencer." he told her, grabbing her by the throat he lifted her up onto her feet, then moved his hands to her shoulders, lining her up. "Get cleaned up and get out on the field, like I said. I'll be watching you. I expect to see a hot sexy and precise performance from you, one worthy of a cock teasing little whore on the squad. You don't normally disappoint anyway, but today you know what's going to happen to you when I get you alone next. That should give you some extra incentive to get things right, shouldn't it?" he explained with a smirk. "Rest assured Spencer, I'm going to fuck you this evening, after practice, it just remains to be seen where and how that happens. You want that, don't you? You want to fuck me in order to get head cheerleader, don't you Spencer?" he asked, moving away to the storeroom door he paused to look her up and down, eyes lingering on her legs, her red knees from kneeling, her cum splattered face and mascara streaked cheeks, spunk and make up soiling her features as he gave an appraising and then appreciative nod towards her current look. He lifted his phone, snapping a few pictures of her. "Just a little keepsake for the future. Just in case. You know." he grinned mercilessly. "When you're clean and the routine is finished, meet me in my office, we’ll talk more about your future." he told her. “Make sure you put on a good show.” Spencer was shuddering helplessly when she listened to him talking to her Mom. She could hear her mother's voice, asking questions. Heard the obvious delight at her treasured little princess maybe becoming Head Cheerleader. Her face was flushed, and she almost groaned at the irony of it all. She was so embarrassed when he scooped up his hot seed, smearing it across her tongue, still talking to her mom. Spencer was mortified at what was happening. Her head was spinning, her knees hurt, her throat was sore, she was sure she was a mess. At the same time she knew he was right. She -truly- wanted to be the Head cheerleader, she was more than glad that he had not kicked her from the squad. Her little pussy was throbbing with angry desire at his words, and when he finally hung up she did let out that groan." Yes Coach!" She replied, her voice shaky. "Y...yes... nobody will believe I will not be punished..." she mused. "And Jimmy... he IS going to tell he and I are in trouble." She swallowed. Hard. "What about Jimmy?" she asked. The two of them had been dating for a while now, he even had been to lunch with her family last Sunday. And he made a good boyfriend. Kept the other guys at bay, and really tried to give Spencer the time of her life. Just... that no of their encounters had been anything like... this. Like what had just happened. And while Spencer was hesitant, and filled with worries about her Mum finding out, about Jimmy finding out, about the girls finding out, she couldn't deny that she was itching to meet Coach Wiseman at his office later. She only had a few minutes to get cleaned up. Her heart was beating rapidly when she sneaked into the girls' locker room, her fingers trembling when she stripped. Hectically removing the makeup from her face, leaving her young skin pure and clean. No time to apply fresh mascara. No time to wash her hair. Spencer pulled her cum stained strands into a tight bun, hoping nobody would notice the strands stiff with his gorgeous cum. She quickly donned her second uniform, stuffing a chewing gum into her mouth, and then she practically ran outside. She could tell that Jimmy had already told the guys he had gotten away with a strict lecture, and she stubbornly lifted her chin. The looks of the girls and the players told her they knew she was in trouble. Spencer clapped her hands. "There's nothing to stare here.... is this a practice or are you here to stand around?" she shouted. "Final routine!" she announced, her eyes flickering across the field. HE was there. She knew he was watching. Her fit young body trembling with the knowledge, and she really put on an effort." Open up the barn door, kick out the hay, We are the girls form the USA! Turn on the radio, and what do ya hear? Elvis Presley doing a cheer, Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Boys got the muscles, coaches got the brains, Cheerleaders have the sexy legs, and we win the game!" Spencer chanted and danced like she never had before. She held the final pose, her leg raised above her head, knowing her panties were showing. Knowing that -he- could see it as well, during the entire routine she secretly checked if he was watching, performing like she never had before. When practice was over she got dressed with the other girls. "So... what's up?" her best friend Helen asked. "I can see you cried, Spence..." Spencer touched her face. Yeah. Of course. No makeup! "MMM... well... Jimmy and me..." she started, and Helen waved her hand. "I know -that- part already" she said. "Jimmy told, but... dammit Spence. You don't break Coach Wiseman's rules." Spencer nodded solemnly. "I will -never- break Coach Wiseman's rules again!" she assured her friend, cringing at the double meaning. "I got the lecture of my life, and I will do extra time for a long time now. You know. Cleaning, sorting files... that kind of shit!" Spencer shrugged and then grinned. "But it's going to be worth it. Wiseman said he ONLY let me get away because he plans on making me head of the squad" she confided, and giggled together with Helen. "We want to stop at MacDonald son the way home!" Helen told her. "Are you coming along?" Spencer shook her head and wrinkled her nose. "I can't. I have to report to the Coach to schedule my punishment..." she said, her voice trembling. Helen sympathetically squeezed her hand. "Ah, come on head!" she cheered. "It's worth it!". Spencer had to shake her head, when she moved down the corridor towards Coach Wiseman's office. "It's worth it!" she muttered. "If you just knew...." Bracing herself, the slender, young, teenaged slut knocked at the Coaches door, unable to suppress the shudder racking her entire body at the mere thought of what was going to happen. Coach Wiseman watched from the sidelines, making sure to casually eye fuck Spencer a few times, his piercing eyes drilling into her young, tight, nubile form as it went through one of the routines which usually had fans almost jerking off in the stands and seats. Cheerleading, in his opinion it was a sad excuse for making sure the onlookers had something to get them hard, if they were hard they might enjoy the game more, was that the theory? Regardless seeing young girls prancing about in next to nothing, flashing their panties in their 'rape me' skirts, cheering and cavorting, bending their bodies, spelling out messages on their ass, it all worked to keep him hard as fuck, that was for sure. And he was never harder than when Spencer was on point, ironic as she was the first cheerleader he'd fucked this season, and she was looking to be the last, if he had anything to do with it. He waited until she would have a clear view of him, bouncing off a pyramid, directing chants straight at the imaginary crowd, before he dragged in Jimmy for a little talk. There was no mistake that the boy was being roasted, with a few hand gestures towards the cheer squad to emphasize the point that they were no doubt the topic of discussion. Her comments had incensed him, they had clearly been flaunting the rules and someone had to pay for that. It took only a few moments to explain to Jimmy that she had thrown him under the bus, blaming him for the 'sexual assault' which had taken place in the store room in order to save her reputation and place on the squad. He explained that it was over between them, going as far as to dismiss Jimmy on the spot from the squad, before giving him a chance to hold onto his scholarship and place in the school, by dumping her. He was all too eager to comply, with Coach Wiseman making sure he understood that they would be watched. Any sign of him breaking the rules again, in or out of school, and he was flat out done. The boy seemed to understand. The Coach would explain things to poor vulnerable Spencer, all he had to do was concentrate of his football practice and put cheerleaders out of his mind, like everyone else. Everyone else except Coach Wiseman, of course. Dejected, then elated at having stayed on the team, Jimmy left without even looking back in Spencer’s direction, as the rest of the team wrapped up their business, leaving the cheerleaders to finish their routine relatively unobserved. A few envious glances were thrown, of course, a few of the team stopping to imprint a few girls onto their memory, for when they were jerking off later. However, most, if not all, knew that to tamper with the girls, to flaunt the rules, would end them on the team and possibly the school. Ever since an incident two years ago, with a couple of cheerleaders and some boys found fucking like animals after a game, not only was the school head super strict about inter team dating, but so was the board. Dealing with it was at Coach Wiseman’s discretion, naturally, and so far his methods had kept the school scandal free and the parents happy with a few good wins from a more focused team. He left the routine as it ended, clapping and rewarding the squad in general with praise, reminding them of their next practice session before the game on the weekend. Then he headed to his office, a smirk on his face as he cracked his knuckles and got ready to feed his cunt hungry cock what it was craving, hot blonde flesh all wrapped up in a 'fuck me' costume. When she knocked on his door, finally, he was already sporting a fierce hard on in his jeans, his cock almost painfully erect. Opening the door he checked to see that she was alone, then dragged her inside, shoving her to one side of the door and leaning in to kiss her, devouring her lips, slashing his tongue into her mouth, feasting on her like a wild animal finally given a chance to end its long hunger for nubile flesh. He pulled away with a gasp and a cocky smirk." Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" he grinned, lowering his right hand, snaking it up beneath her obscenely short skirt to tease his fingers at her panties, before grasping them tightly and tearing them off, the material digging into her before the strain of his powerful grasp snapped it entirely. Holding the shredded garment up in front of her he sniffed it, then stuffed it into his pocket, before turning to go and sit in his chair. His office was filled with leather and oak, past trophies lining the walls on shelves and in cabinets, while his oak desk sat before a wide bay window overlooking the football field in the distance. He leaned back in his leather-bound recliner, unzipping his jeans and taking his cock out as he looked at her. "Show me a single routine. A one girl job. " He nodded to a couple of pom poms laying on a chair to the side. "Think of it as an audition. Of course when it ends I want you to be sitting on my lap. Understand?" he growled, giving his cock a few hard strokes, its massive length already swollen and weeping pre-cum from its engorged head as he looked at her. "By the way, you won't have to worry about Jimmy anymore. He dumped you on my instructions. He's dead weight where you're going. You're with me now, Spencer. Understand? No room for boys where you’re heading. You’re moving up n the world. Now, do as you were instructed. Show me you have what it takes to put the other girls to fucking shame." Spencer somehow had expected another dressing down of sorts. Maybe a confirmation that yes - she absolutely was at his mercy, and that she better be prepared to pay and so on. What she got instead was a kiss. One that made her gasp, a kiss that made her legs weaken and left her mouth tingling from the sensation and her lips swollen from the intensity. He was so... hungry, his tongue invading her mouth practically a continuation from the invasion her mouth had suffered earlier. Spencer felt her heart beat rapidly inside her chest. Ok. She breathed heavily, her nipples suddenly straining against her top. Ok. She tried to keep her brains together. Ok! This still felt - very - wrong to the blonde cheerleader - but she was over trying to deny that it turned her on. This was Coach Wiseman. The untouchable. The unbearably strict. His iron fist had helped both the cheering squad and the football team climb the ladder of success. It seemed impossible that this man was kissing her - Spencer Brooks - as if there was no tomorrow, and she was the only girl he had ever desired! Spencer couldn't help but feel flattered. Flattered, and proud, and aroused. And still a bit frightened. He had given her a small glimpse on what he was capable of doing to her young, nubile body, and she was not entirely sure if she was made to suffer what he might have in store for her. Brooks gasped when he ripped the panties off of her body. Casually. Her eyes widening when he casually stored them in his pocket. She listened to his instructions and nodded. Slowly. Her eyes fixing to the massive length of his cock, the angrily swollen head, the glistening precut that was coating his many shaft. The petite blonde moved to the chair and took up the pompous, crossing the room back to his door, when he told her about Jimmy. She stopped dead in her tracks, but then she simply nodded her head. It was better this way. "He was always more... the cherry on top. Nothing I really needed" she replied, looking into the Coach's eyes for a moment. A slow smile formed on her face. She started the routine with her back to him, one arm raised, the other at hip level. Oh, Spencer definitely knew how to cheer, and it wasn't her first audition either. Just that this time she chose to align -all- moves that were considered "dirty". One or two "dirty" moves were ok for a routine. They were expected. For competitions, you -never- chose more. Judges pretended to judge athleticism, acrobatic and dancing skills.... but Spencer was quite sure Coach Wiseman might have different standard's judging her performance. She added one or two acrobatic jumps, and ended the routine with her standing on tip toes, her right leg resting on the back of his chair. Fluently she hooked her toes into the gap in the wood, her right hand gripping the side of the chair, and she lifted her left arm and left leg off the ground, gracefully curling her left leg around his waist. Her arm was shaking from the effort, but... Spencer -was- fit. She ended the routine sitting on his lap, as he had ordered, her right leg still over his shoulder, her left curled around him. She was gasping by now, panting both from the effort of dancing the routine and the excitement of being THIS fucking close to him. Suddenly the intense throb was back. Her entire body seemed on fire just by being in his presence, her tight little snatch starting to weep hot tears of desire for his enormous cock. Spencer stared at him. Her face flushed. She was embarrassed because she was so obviously turned on. And wondered if her chant had been too daring maybe: "I am sexy, I am hot, HE can have me boys can not! He can have me from A to C, mouth and ass and my pussy!" Yeah. Now that she was thinking about it, she felt... mm. No. It -had- been too daring. Oh, GODS! What had she been thinking? Spencer definitely was the queen of "overthinking". Especially right at this moment it seemed. Wiseman watched his perfect little whore of a cheerleader prance around his spacious office. It wasn't the sort of place which would allow for too athletic or gymnastic a routine, but there was enough space in front of his desk for a suitable display to be performed. Of course, he wasn't watching her form or grading her on her dancing or cheer work, he was too busy slowly stroking his huge cock and fucking her with his eyes, her young tight nubile body writhing and bending to his will, her fit fragile frame twisting, splaying and cavorting in order to get him harder, stiffer, more rampant than he'd ever been in his life. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she shifted from move to move, his expression showing that there would be little to no mercy for her once he got his powerful hands on her flesh. He saw the effect that his kiss had on her, heard the effect that his treatment of Jimmy had wrought in her voice. "That's right Spencer. You're better than that, you need to cut loose the baggage so that you can move forwards. With me as your guide you are going to go all the way to the top. The fucking top." he nodded, a twisted grin on his face. "Girls like you, who can get into a position like this, who can fuck their way into a position like this. They are few and far between! You shouldn't waste the opportunity that you have here, you should embrace it." he hissed. Watching her scent writhing pulses of shivering torment through his flesh as he thought about how she would feel when his cock was inside her. His hands moving to grasp her waist immediately, as soon as she straddled him, her long lithe skinny legs wrapping about him and arching over his shoulder. His hands stroked along her slender thighs, before moving to grasp at her taut ass cheeks, His powerful molesting fingers clawed at her flesh, scratching and squeezing at it as he lifted her up and dragged her forwards, pushing her cunt lips against his erection as it speared up between them, poking at her beneath her tiny skirt. His fat head and glans spreading her open within seconds, before he allowed his grip to slip a little. "You horny little slut!" he grunted, his words dripping with obvious lust of their own. Then he allowed gravity to take over, easing off his grasp on her to allow her body to slide down. Her cunt impaling itself on his cock as it speared up into her, inch by inch vanishing into her viciously tight and hot funny. He let out an animalistic groan, an almost feral declaration of bliss as his shaft stretched her open and his raging erection sank into her vaginal tract in a single smooth motion. His clawing fingers left red tracks in her ass as his cock was driven up into her by her plunging body, until his balls were mashed into her ass and his cock head began to threaten her cervix. He looked deep into her eyes as he fucked her for a while, his fingers digging into her ass as his cock thrust upwards into her. Each downward's slide was met by a shift of his hips, his throbbing rod drilling up to meet her as he met her downwards impaling motions. First there was rhythm, it became more erratic, then it stopped all together as he teased her, letting his cock boil in her fuck juice for a while before he started again, pounding up into her viciously tight slot until the pressure was almost unbearable. Then he lifted her off his rod, leaving it to slap against the outside of her skirt, the head smearing their liquid sin against her abs and stomach as he moved a hand to shove down her skirt and tease at her clit with eager hungry fingers. "That chant.... fuuck. Auuhhh!! You're a filthy little whore at heart, aren't you Spencer. Like all girls your age, as soon as you get a taste of a good hard cock you always want more, don't you? You always want more hard cock rammed into your nasty young holes, don't you?" he seethed through clenched teeth. "God damn, fucking you is like shoving myself into a fucking angel... or maybe a dirty little demon sent to fuck me to death." he gasped." It's good that you are so eager to take me in any one of your fucking holes Spencer. Now, get up, strip don to your shoes and your skirt. I want you see your tits, I want to see your nipples, I want to suck on them the next time you straddle me." he hissed, reaching up to squeeze at them through her top, one hand using its fingers to seek out her bullet hard nubs on her tiny tits while his free hand continued to edge her, before abandoning her cunt to shift up into her hair. He dragged her into another forceful, dominating kiss, fucking her mouth with his tongue for a while, before releasing her, lifting her feather weight form up and off him, depositing her on the floor in front of him. His cock was slick, her fuck juice having turned into a shining pillar of rock hard flesh, stained to the balls by her secretions. "Again. Do it again Spencer." he growled, fast as you can... then slow, then nice and slow before you come back here and spit on my cock, don't drop those pom poms either. Yeah, you come back here and spit on my cock, soak it good, because I want to cum inside you and we both know that you don't want me to risk coming in your cunt, right?" he grunted, his bulging cock streaked with their combined cocktail of filth as he waited. The cheerleader didn't quite care what he was telling her about fucking her way to the top. She wasn't entirely sure if she liked what he was saying. What that was saying about her if he was right. She -knew- that it was wrong to feel the way she did. She was absolutely sure, that "yeah, because I fucked Coach Wiseman" was not an answer that'd make her parents or friends proud for her achievement of becoming head cheerleader. But... she had never been looked at with such intensity. She had never felt -this- wanted. The Coach made her feel a LOT of things she had never felt before. She felt... dirty. And so turned on. Spencer felt his hands wrap around her ass, he lifted her up. There was nothing gentle about his touch. His fingernails digging into her ass, his hands gripping at her with a fierce, almost feverish intensity. He hurt her. She didn't care. Spencer was not virgin, but when she felt herself being sat down upon his cock, his large, mushroom tip splitting her open, she felt as if she was one. She was wet, and her juices were liberally coating his raging cock. He let go off her ass, and Spencer sown weight caused his cock to inch into her funny. She gasped, shocked by his size, shocked by the way he was easing into her sex. It was... agony. Bliss. Both at the same time. He was way too fucking big... it felt as if she was torn apart, but her greedy little pussy was SO very wet, growing wetter by the second, making the passage easier for him. She started to rock her hips, squirming and writhing when he felt his balls against her ass, felt him SO deep that she let out a scream, not entirely sure if it was fear (she -knew- it was going to hurt would he move), pain (heavens... it already DID hurt to have him this deep inside her young body) or sheer easy. His hands clawed into her firm ass, his fingernails surely leaving marks on her perfect, marble pale flesh. When he started to move, started to drill himself into her, fucking her hard, ravishing more than just her cunt. When he stopped Spencer let out a low, pained sound, her entire body trembling around him. "Oh... oh my god. Wynnewood, d...don't stop!" she hissed, and was rewarded by a vicious assault on her body, as if he was trying to devour her alive. Spencer's entire body was throbbing was a painfully intense desire. She had not been aware that her body was capable of feelings this intense. She had not known that being fucked could be curse and bliss at the same time, that something that was so close to pain could cause SO much pleasure. Furthermore, she sobbed when he lifted her off of his cock, she didn't care he was skiing her skirt. "No, no, no PLEASE, don't..." she protested, not having him inside her a loss that at that very moment she couldn't take... but then his fingers were between her legs, ruthlessly attacking her clit." N... I... d... don't know what girls my age want and I don't -want- cock... I NEED it. I need YOUR cock!" she moaned.... She shuddered, violently so when he touched her nipples, causing them to try bursting through her top, moaning when he continued his assault on her sex. So close. So... good. She moaned into his mouth, when his tongue entered it, basically fucking her sweet oral cavity with his tongue. She was confused when he deposited her on the ground, her eyes staring at his shaft. So big. Shiny and glistening from her juices. She listened to his instructions. They didn't make much sense. She... what? He... her eyes widened when she suddenly had a terrible thought. While she had chanted he could have her, could fuck every hole of hers... she... she never had.... But there was no way she'd be able to deny him. She was -way- too tensed up for that. She was burning with an intense, greedy need, her youth only making it more intense. There -was- no ratio. She had never experienced anything even just remotely similar. She had never felt SO much pleasure before, and she wanted more of it. Needed more. She stared into his face when she slipped out of her top, freeing her breasts. They were small and firm, her nipples swollen. Rock hard. So hard that it was painful. Her legs were shaky. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, which motions she performed for him, before she came back to him. This time from a ground routine, rolling over her shoulder to end the motion in a kneed. The desire was burning in her face. Embarrassment that she was SO eager. Fear because... because... he... he would.... Spencer couldn't even THINK it. But she did as he had told her, gathering liquid in her mouth, and then let it drip upon his cock, leaning in to smear it all over his shaft with her lips. His cock twitched fiercely in his hand as he stroked himself to the moves she was performing. Her words and moans had already incensed and assaulted him, causing his rod to be at its hardest and thickest for months. His cock head was streaming pre-cum all the way down his enraged erection to his balls, he even had to remove his hand for a while as she danced, for fear of making himself come too soon. By the time she had finished her routine, nakedly rolling into a position to let her spit drool onto his cock, he was back in control., watching her with a keen eye as she despoiled his cock with her saliva, her tight young body having run through the routine in nothing but her cunt soiled skirt and her shoes. Her nipples like a couple of bullets protruding from her tiny chest as he continued to fuck her with his eyes. He had already fucked her in the mouth, so knew what she could take when he moved his hands to her hair. Wrestling his fingers into place he dragged her mouth down his shaft, fucking is cock into her throat and forcing it to bulge out as he crammed the entire length between her lips in a single long slow motion. Holding his cock deep inside her, forcing her lips up against his balls as he fought to drill his cock towards her guts without pause or mercy. Once there he held her on his rod until he was ready to drag her drooling mouth off him, leaving his cock dripped and drenched in her spit. Ready to be stuffed into whichever hole he decided warranted such action. "That's better. Yes, I know what you want, what you need." he growled with some amusement. He stood up, dragging her into her feet by one hand nestled in her hair, fingers clawing at her scalp through the waves of lustrous blonde hair she had. His other hand had grabbed one of her tits, the left one, his fingers pinching and twisting cruelly at one of her nipples as he pulled her up onto her feet as though she weighed nothing. He moved his hands to her shoulders, spinning her around and bending her over, he was done with passively sitting there to take her on his lap. Now he wanted to fuck her properly. He shoved her down with a hand on her the back of her neck beneath her hair, sweeping her left to right to clear a space on his desk. Her face pressed down towards a single slip of paper which remained. It was a glowing certificate of leadership for the cheerleading squad, endorsed with comments praising her skills and abilities, the only thing it was conspicuously missing was his signature, a wide blank space at the bottom as he left her facing it while he put his other hand to work. Eager desperate fingers tugged at her skirt, then unable to find the fastening he simply shoved it up into a makeshift belt about her narrow waist as he moved his hand to maul at her ass cheeks, tugging one to the side as he spat onto her ass crease, his spittle rolling down to soak into the indent of her anus, soiling her rim and soaking into the impossibly tight looking asshole." Do that chant again Spencer. Do it and keep doing it until I'm inside you." he hissed through clenched teeth as he lined his cock up at the crevice which was now the center of his world. Pushing forwards he placed the head of his cock up against the rim of her anal passage, then slowly but surely pushed into her, his cock head staining her hole with the filthy secretions already dripping off of it. The pressure increased slowly, then suddenly the head of his enormous cock was inside her, his helm popping into her rectum and sliding forwards to spearhead the rest of his shaft as he began to thrust back and forth, each stroke slowly opening her up just a little bit more as he began to fuck her ass. He held her down on the desk, kicking apart her ankles, leaning over her as he began to desecrate her most sacred and taboo hole, defiling her tight young body with his manhood as he used it to sodomize her flesh without mercy." Your mouth was good, but I need to feel your insides Spencer. I need to feel what it's like to flood you with my hot cum, I need you to feel it was well... and you wouldn’t want me to foul your precious young cunt, not without knowing if you are on the pill or not, now would you?" he groaned, strained strangled words spilling from his lips as he gasped and hissed as his cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her rectal chute, until he was easily fucking her with half his enormous length, back and forth, stretched her rim and deforming her innards in order to make them accommodate the massive thick shaft which was now forcing its way towards her bowels with each passing second." He can have me from A to C, huh? Oh god, that feels so fucking good!" he moaned. His hisses, groans and almost bestial animalistic gasps all continued to spill from his lips, as he drove into her. He was barely managing to fuck her with half his cock right now, striving to try and get more and more of his throbbing rod into the tract leading to her guts as he ravaged her tight young flesh with abandon. Each stroke left him savoring the feel of her impossibly tight rim sucking on his cock as he used it to wreak havoc on her anal canal. He shoved into her, mashing her clit against the edge of the desk. One hand constantly in her hair, the other raked his nails down her back, trailing along her spine, until it was in a position to deliver a stinging spank to her ass cheek. "Yes. Fucking take it Spencer, take it you little slut. Cheer and dance on my cock like the filthy little whore you are, the coaches filthy little whore ready to fuck her way to the top, ready to fuck her way to where ever he wants her."

Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)|rating:1.0

My Schoolgirl's Ass (Tree & Playfullchick76)

Rod swung his forest green Suburban into the parking lot and made his way around back, pulling up parallel to the curb, as the decked out Chevy was just too large to pull into a normal-sized parking space. With a significant look at his sexy companion in the passenger seat, he climbed out of the cab and made his way around the truck, naked from the waist down. The cool early autumn air felt refreshing on his heavy balls and semi-erect, which were still wet with his girl's saliva. Spying two of the waitresses watching him from the open kitchen door, he gave them a smile and a brief wave as he opened the passenger door and helped his new sex toy out. Rosy and Caroline, having raced to the back door for a view when the hostess noticed the Suburban pulling in, looked into each other's eyes and sighed, acknowledging the intense desire they shared to suck the big man's cock... If they could fit it into their mouths. Craning their necks to try and catch a glimpse of the girl he had brought with him, they had to turn back into the kitchen and wait like the others, as they heard Carl, the restaurant manager, bark at them. When the petite girl stepped into the lot, Rod reached into the cab and retrieved his cargo shorts from the floor, and slipped them back on. Taking the girl's slender waist in his powerful arm, Rod led her around to the front, where Rudy was hold the door open, waiting for them with a broad grin. "Welcome, welcome!" the restaurant owner said, as he motioned the patrons inside with a sweep of his arm. Gazing lustily at the uniformed babe's backside, Rudy discretely adjusted his stiffening cock at the sight of the lower portion of the girl's ass cheeks, just visible below the hem of her pleated skirt, which jiggled erotically as she walked into the lobby. Sitting next to the man who was her captor, Caitlin Monroe, now going by the name Lucy by him, could only sit calmly as he pulled into the back of the restaurant, and stepped out. Just a minute earlier, she had had her soft lips wrapped around his thick cock, suckling on it as he drove, and just before he had pulled in, he had erupted in her warm mouth, cumming from her oral skills. His cock was still glistening from her saliva, she knew as he got out and walked around to the passenger side half naked, his cock swinging as he walked. Her enslavement by him had been so quick. Her car had blown not one, but two tires, and he had come along just as she was about to use her cell phone. She had accepted his offer of a ride, then his offer of a cool drink. The drink had been laced, she had later realized, and she had woken up in a motel room, dressed like some fantasy schoolgirl in a short, pleated, tartan skirt, thigh high white stockings, a snug midriff bearing top that strained to support her DD cup breasts, and 5' Mary James. Looking in the mirror had shown her that her brunette locks had been dyed blonde, and she was made up to look like a real schoolgirl, looking 16, instead of 22, which she really was. She had been spanked hard by him, then taken by him, and made to suckle on his thick cock. Standing in the parking lot as he collected his cargo shorts, she shivered as he put his strong arm around her and walked with him around from the back to the front. Unsure who the man was holding the door open, she quickly realized that he knew her captor, and might even want her to pleasure him with her by now skilled mouth. Rod looked over his shoulder at Rudy, whose eyes were glued to the cheeks of Lucy's ass that peeked out just enough to reveal their soft white quality. "She's an anal virgin," Rod said with a broad grin. Rudy's eyes went wide and he dramatically feigned a heart attack. "You saved it for tonight?" Rudy asked hopefully, grasping his tall friend on the shoulder. "Are drinks on the house?" Rod responded. The restaurant manager chuckled; "all night long, my friend," he said, returning his hungry eyes to the shapely buns before him. Cindy, the 40-something hostess, listened discretely to the words spoken by her boss and Rod, the big outdoorsman. She was feeling a little flustered by what she heard, but she wasn't sure why. Something about the mention of the little schoolgirl being an anal virgin made her tingle in her crotch, and this was unusual to say the least. She led the guests to the back of the restaurant and stepped aside for them to take the crescent shaped booth that was reserved for patrons of distinction. It sat about 8 inches higher than the floor; a perk provided those whom Rudy wanted to show off to the other guests of his establishment. Rod slipped in behind the table first, then Lucy tried, but her bare ass stuck to the leather seat, and she couldn't make any headway. "Hey, that's OK," Rod said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "stay right there...easy access for everyone, am I right?" he said with a hearty laugh. Again Rudy clutched at his heart and shook his head. "Julia!" he called out, "grab me a chair," and upon its arrival, he slid up close to his hot little guest, and slipped his hand between her legs. Cindy stood before them all with her order book in hand, ready to write. "What can I get you to drink?" she asked Lucy first. The pretty girl responded quietly, "whatever everyone else is having." Here Rudy chimed in: "Drinks are on the house!" he announced. "For the entire restaurant," Rod piped in, to the momentary chagrin of the owner. Rudy nodded his approval to Cindy as he traced a finger up and down the slit of Lucy's vagina. Cindy then turned to Rod, who was looking at her as though he had never seen such a perfect female specimen before. "And you sir?' she asked him, having difficulty looking him in the eye. She's waiting for an uncomfortable minute before he spoke: "You decide for me," he said, "you look like someone who knows what a man likes." Cindy felt herself tremble as she shot a glance at Lucy, and then Rudy. "Thank you," she whispered, and spun quickly around and headed for the bar. Her pretty face was blushing, and her heart was pounding. She mixed the drinks without thinking about them, preoccupied with what was causing her such unusual sensations. It was inexplicable to her that she had a sudden urge to play with her clit, and she couldn't tell if this was brought on by the outdoorsman stud, or the picture of the little schoolgirl's ass that kept emerging before her mind's eye. She hadn't been given a single pair of panties, none at all, making her blush at first, but by now, she was used to it, she told herself as Rod held her close to him, as if she was going to run off, not that she would get far in her 5" heels. Feeling as if she was an observer in her own body, she only spoke when she was asked a question, she knew, walking with him into the restaurant and was lead to a particular booth that was raised up, making them stand out to any other patrons. Waiting for Rod to slide across the seat first, she tried to do the same, but her short, pleated skirt was slid aside, causing her bare ass to stick to the seat. Blushing as she tried to slide further across, she nodded her thanks even though she didn't want to sit so close to the edge, as she knew what Rod liked to do to her bald, exposed pussy by now. Nervous as soon as the owner sat down next to her, she couldn't stop the gasp from leaving her lips as his hand slipped between her thighs to find her folds. Gasping again and again as his finger slid back and forth along her outer lips, she let out a moan, trying to speak as the waitress came across to take her order. Replying in a soft voice, she told her to give her what everyone else was having, still moaning from having her smooth, moist folds caressed and stroked. She couldn't stop herself from moistening up like this, but feared the day or night when he would bend her over and take her virgin ass. Rod smiled at the retreating hostess, and adjusted his stiffening member in his shorts. He took note of Rudy who was breathing a bit heavily, and understood by this, and by Lucy's soft moans, that his fingers were exploring her pussy. So, my friend, what is the story with your hostess," Rod asked. "Will she be joining in tonight?" Rudy nodded; "I think she will, though it would be her first time...and I'm pretty sure she's an anal virgin too," he noted, raising an eyebrow. Rod nodded thoughtfully. "And unless I'm mistaken, she might be interested in a little female ass herself," he said, patting Lucy on the thigh. Cindy brought the drinks she queried Rod and his companion would enjoy, then she made the rounds to the remaining tables and took their cocktail orders. Rod was pleased with the mixed drinks he received, and he sipped it happily as he looked about the room at the handful of guests that remained. He noticed that one middle-aged couple seemed curious about the nature of how the atmosphere seemed to be changing. The not unattractive wife was looking intently at Rudy from a few tables away, with furrowed brows as though trying to discern something. Rod enjoyed the scene immensely as the woman, suddenly noticing the position of Rudy's hand, and just catching the wet, slurping sound coming from under the tablecloth, as Rudy's arm moved faster and faster. The lady's eyes grew wide, and Rudy took note. He slowed his pace and instructed a nearby waitress to go and invite the couple to the after hours party. The Mrs. stared at the waitress as if in disbelief, while her husband appeared to be energetically trying to convince her that they should stay for the festivities. As horny as he was, and in a typically playful mood, Rudy turned to Rod. "Alright to show our reluctant patron some of your goods?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. Rod gave his OK, and Rudy helped Lucy get on her knees in the booth, so that incredible, bare ass was presented to the couple; the only patrons when were not privy to the restaurant's other side. The waitress left the couple's table and the fairly prim lady turned to look again at God's booth. She gasped as if horrified at the sight of Lucy's soft, white butt cheeks staring her full in the face. Quickly She rose from her table and made for the door, even as Rudy was spreading Lucy's ass to reveal her clearly very tight butthole. As the woman marched past in apparently disgusted disbelief, all noticed that she never pulled her eyes from Lucy's exposed pussy and an US until she had reached the exit and left the establishment. Her husband followed close behind, but his eyes were wide with lust. Rudy, holding Lucy's buns apart, motioned for the customer to cop a feel. Glancing at the door, he paused long enough to push a finger into the schoolgirl's now wet pussy. "We'll be back," he said breathlessly, then left the restaurant reluctantly. Now the rest of the diners began to rise from their tables and booths, and mingle close to that of Rod and his little butt slut. As they talked and joked and introduced themselves, several of the men and women reached out to sample Lucy's exposed sex; squeezing her cheeks and exploring her crack and probing her pussy and asshole alike. After being his schoolgirl companion for as long as she had, she knew not to act up, or get attention, or try to escape. All she could do was obey, she reminded herself as her moans and gasps of pleasure filled the air, along with the musky aroma from her moist pussy. Here she was, sitting here, being caressed, so different to what she was used to, she reminded herself even as his fingers felt so good against her moist, smooth slit. Listening as Rod spoke, she knew not to say anything, and blushed at the very idea that the waitress would want to taste her firm ass. Still moaning and whimpering from his fingers, she gasped and held onto the table as the pleasure became more and more powerful, more intense. She climaxed so easily now, with the fingers inside her bringing her closer and closer to it, right here in front of the other patrons, all of whom saw what Rod had turned her into, a sweet, sexy, sultry schoolgirl. Gasping and holding onto the edge of the table tighter, she bit her lip, reluctantly letting Rudy help her up onto her knees, kneeling on her side, with her firm, white ass exposed. Closing her eyes, she let out a gasp even as she blushed in shame at being shown off like this. It was bad enough in his vehicle, but here, she had no choice but to endure it, to let Rudy finger her in front of everyone and show off her firm ass off to everyone. Saying nothing, she kept her thighs parted for them to see her glistening pussy, and hid her face as she felt hands on her firm ass, and against her sex, caressing it, or gliding down to her butt and playing with it as well. To: "Rod Rust" Cc:Rudy, who now had his thumb hooked into Lucy's butthole, caressed and squeezed her soft buns joyfully along with the others. With a hopeful and questioning look, the restaurateur glanced at the schoolgirl's master. "Sorry old friend," Rod answered, "I'm going to have to break in that asshole...but you can certainly have sloppy seconds, if you like," Rod smiled and lifted an eyebrow. Rudy nodded and chuckled, shoving his thumb up Lucy's butt to the last knuckle. "Old man, I would take sloppy thirds and fourths for the opportunity to fuck this tight ass," he said, and kissed Lucy's butt cheek a few times. The group was warming up to the evening and to each other; some had already begun to strip down, as Caroline and Rosy moved about taking orders and getting drinks for everyone. As was the custom on these nights, each participant shared half their drinks with the waitresses, and took turns removing the servers' clothes as they went from one to another. As Rod watched the proceedings and grew a very stiff erection, he slid his shorts off and shifted sideways, directing Lucy's face into his lap, where she knew what to do. He folded his hands behind his head and watched the events unfold. He found it humorous that in five minutes fifteen or so patrons were already in full swing on Rudy's monthly orgy night. And how could he blame them? He had been hard as a rock all day as he anticipated the evening. Lucy had already sucked down his semen twice that day, and now he had her working on him again. As he watched Rudy sliding each of his fingers in and out of his schoolgirl's anus, he wondered if he might not be able to cum two plus time more before the night ended. Rudy shook his head and sighed. "My goodness, Mr Rust...how do you get so lucky?" was his rhetorical question. Then, with eager enthusiasm he called over to Tonya, who was busy sucking lovingly on the cock of a guest... Meekly accepting Rudy's thumb as it slipped deep into her, she blushed and gasped as she was played with like this. They didn't see her as a woman, but as a pretty thing to be played with, caressed, taken. Letting out a sudden gasp as his finger was thrust all the way into her, she quivered, as she had always been proud of her smooth, firm ass, but not like this. Trembling as people moved around her, like the women here being fingered and taken was nothing out of the ordinary, she wished that she dared to speak up, or run, but she didn't dare to. Meekly lowering herself down as the man who was her Master slipped out of his shorts, showing her his thick cock, she parted her soft lips to slide them along his shave, then suckled on them, bobbing her head up and down on his lap, suckling hungrily on him as she knew exactly what to do for him, to please him and keep him happy. Swirling her pink tongue around his thick shaft, she whimpered and shook as she was fingered as well, freely taken by the owner behind her, who, like Rod, couldn't get enough of her firm, sexy ass. Rod's balls were beginning to ache for release as Lucy bobbed her head in his lap and sucked vigorously on his quite sizable cock. Members of the group milling around the table beside her upturned, winked and nodded enviously as the little schoolgirl with ass crack spread open, bounced her head up and down, and this way and that, apparently with growing enthusiasm, perhaps recognizing the increasing rigidity and girth of Rod's shaft, and the lusty blossoming of his already swollen and precut-slick cock helmet. Rudy's monthly orgy guests continued to casually mill about the table in various stages of undress near Lucy's upturned and butt cheek-spread bare ass. Chatting and laughing and hugging or pecking each other on the face, the folks took turns fondling and caressing and tracing there fingers up and down her butt crack. Within 15 minutes virtually every index fingerprinting to ache for release as Lucy bobbed her head in his lap and sucked vigorously on his quite sizable cock. Members of the group milling around the table beside her upturned, winked and nodded enviously as the little schoolgirl with ass crack spread open, bounced her head up and down, and this way and that, apparently with growing enthusiasm, perhaps recognizing the increasing rigidity and girth of Rod's shaft, and the lusty blossoming of his already swollen and precut-slick cock helmet. Rudy's monthly orgy guests continued to casually mill about the table in various stages of undress near Lucy's upturned and butt cheek-spread bare ass. Chatting and laughing and hugging or pecking each other on the face, the folks took turns fondling and caressing and tracing their fingers up and down her delicious ass crack. Lucy still blushed every time she glided her soft lips along his shaft, suckling on the man who was her master, and to anyone watching, her father as well. Feeling his cock throb and pulse against her tongue, she kept her thighs parted, showing her firm, bare ass off to the crowd as they couldn't look away, no one who saw her bare ass could, she knew as she swirled her pink tongue around him as well, working to pleasure him, as she knew to make it last as well. Suckling and tasting his precut on her tongue, she gasped as she felt hands against her firm bottom, then between her cheeks, but didn't dare stop, not when Rod was this aroused, and he would only spank her hard in front of everyone if she slowed down or stopped, which would be even more humiliating. Hearing their laughter and talking, about her, or the other girls here, she shook as hand after hand traced down her ass crack, freely fondling her, as they likely did any girl who came in here. Licking away his precut, she swallowed it down, but didn't stop. She knew he would cum, and when he did, he would cum hard, and as his good little schoolgirl, his Lucy, she would swallow it all down. Rod shifted in his seat as his balls began to ache pleasingly. Lucy was giving him the best head she had rendered him thus far. Small wonder, really; he had given her plenty of opportunity to practice. Plus, not a few times he had spanked her bare ass pretty good when she failed to suck his cock according to his standards. So now he writhed a bit and grimaced as she sucked on the head of his cock as hard as anyone ever had, and it felt like he wouldn't even have to ejaculate, but she would simply suck the cum from his balls as though with a straw. It was as he was contemplating whether he would allow himself to shoot a load now, or save it for later, that Rudy began to call everyone to attention. "Well," he began, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm sure ready to start this party...and I see a few of you already have," he chuckled, nodding toward the petite brunette, Tonya, who paid know attention, but continued to slowly deep throat a rather endowed patron. Looking back at Rod, he gave him the thumbs-up, and as Lucy continued to blow him, he stretched his arms down her back and pulled open her cheeks to expose the tiny rosebud virtually every index finger in the restaurant had already probed. "Wow!" Rudy exclaimed yet again at the sight of the perfect butthole that had never known a cock. He cleared his throat. "Ahem...OK, well, who wants to be the first to welcome our new friend?" Several hands flew up, but Rod spoke up. "Hey boss," he addressed Rudy, "how about that MILF hostess of yours?" Rudy's eyes lit up. From the now fully - unclothed group, Caroline removed her lips from the erect nipple of her new friend and agreed. "Yeah!" she said with excitement, "Rudy, it's here first party" Her boss snapped his fingers; "that's it, that's it!" he decided. "Tonya! Get off your knees before you get a mouthful, and go fetch Cindy," he directed her, "and don't forget the tray," he concluded... Hearing everything that everyone was saying even as she suckled hungrily on his thick cock, she still blushed as she was talked about like she was a party favor, or toy, not a formerly free woman who he had snatched and enslaved, turning into his schoolgirl fantasy. She remembered the spankings that he had given her as well, turning her bare ass red, until she had learned to suck the cum from him even before he had spurted his cum into her warm, very skilled mouth. She knew that he could cum, but would it be quick, or not. At times, he liked to keep her waiting, something that made her feel more humiliated, and at other times, he came quickly, spurting his thick, creamy cum into her mouth, reminding her of what she was to him now, his fantasy schoolgirl, and to everyone here as well, she knew, whimpering as she felt her cheeks parted to show off her virgin rosebud. She was scared of being taken there by anyone, or anything. It was the one area that he had left alone, for the most part, but now, he would see that it was taken, and it was all out of her hands. Not daring to say a word as she suckled on him, she trembled at the mention of the tray. What was on it, would it have toys on it, designed to pleasure a woman, or.something else. Trying not to think of her firm, bare ass on show, with her full breasts straining under her top, she continued to pleasure him with her skilled mouth. As Tonya ran off to obey, Rudy continued toying with Lucy's but those and joking with everyone. Presently he stood, removed his thumb from the schoolgirl's tight anal ring, and stripped down. His very hard member sprung from his briefs to the playful oohs and AHS of some of the guests. "May I?" Asked a pretty little girl, half his age. "Need you ask?" Rudy replied, laughing with the group, as the little slut dropped to her knees began working diligently on his cock and balls, almost without success, as she tried to Rudy's swollen helmet into her mouth. "Oh my gosh!" Rudy exclaimed, feeling teeth rake across the bulbous head of his dick. Just then, the kitchen door swung open and out came Tonya, a tray balanced on one hand, and a questioning Cindy in tow. When the hostess got sight of the group milling about the table, and saw Lucy's ass up and being spread open by Rod, she stopped with eyes wide and began to resist Tonya's leading. "Come on now," Tonya insisted, almost dragging her across the floor. Cindy's heart pounded as she arrived at the table, just inches from Lucy's upturned ass. She felt all eyes on her, and heard voices encouraging her, but she could not pull her eyes away from exquisite asshole between two drawn back orbs. OK Tonya, how about a honey base underneath. "Mmm...," the little waitress responded, then took a squeeze bottle with a narrow nozzle from the tray and squeezed out an ample amount of honey into Lucy's open crack and on her butthole, then inserted the nozzle into her asshole and squirted a bit inside. She followed this with a layer of whipped cream, then stepped aside, rubbing her clit lustily." Alright then...," Rudy said, as he petted the head of the girl who still lovingly sucked his dick. "Dig in Cindy...don't be shy." Other voices chimed in, and friendly hands rubbed her back, encouraging her to go for it. "Now come girl...bury your face in that sweet crack and welcome our special guest." Taking a deep breath, Cindy bent down and gathered some cream with her tongue to the applause of all. Her second plunge started at Lucy's pussy and ran the length of her crack to the top. A few guests began to smile knowingly at each other, as on Cindy's third lick, she took Lucy's but those cheeks in her own hands and, finding her asshole with her tongue, she began to zestfully rim the little schoolgirl and passionately French kiss her tiny butthole. Lucy went through this every day, every day she was made to orally pleasure him with her skilled mouth, show off her body to him, and submit, no matter what he asked her to do. Still pleasuring Rod with her mouth, she gasped as the thumb was removed from her at last. What would happen now, she asked herself as she was still the center of attention here, with everyone staring at her firm ass, admiring it. Hearing the sounds of admiration from the women here, she closed her eyes, expecting to feel the men thick cock thrust into her, but it didn't happen. Still suckling on her masters thick cock, she suddenly gasped as something was squirted against her crack, and anal ring, with some seeping into her. Gods, what was that, what were they planning, she longed to ask, but couldn't. Suddenly squirming as something was squirted into her ass, she was held in place by her Master, who held her as something cold was sprayed along her crack, and anal ring. What had they done, what, she tried to ask, but couldn't, as Rob held her in place here? Then she felt it, a female tongue licked against her, then licked harder at her pussy, bringing a cry of sweet pleasure through her as her sensitive pussy responded to that soft, gifted tongue. Moaning over and over as Cindy's tongue glided harder and faster, from her pussy to her anal ring, licking up the whipped cream and honey, she gasped as well, keeping her thighs well parted as her butthole was kissed and licked so passionately and hungrily. "Well, well!" Rudy laughed, "look at our new hostess eat that sweet ass." Both Rod and Rudy and not a few of the other men felt their dicks grow even harder at the sight of Cindy, her nose and cheeks covered in whipped cream and her chin sticky with honey, moaning loudly as she buried her face between Lucy's shiny buns. She rolled her head this way and that, up and down with enthusiasm, loudly kissing Lucy's butthole, sucking on her pussy lips, and forcing her tongue into the schoolgirl's asshole as far as she could, bobbing her head back and forth as she tongue-fucked her. Rudy pumped his famous dick down his little cocksucker's throat as he watched in awe Lucy's firm yet supple ass being ravaged by the lips and tongue of his most recent hire. The joking and surprised laughter brought on by Cindy's sudden descent into serious rimming began to die, only to be replaced by soft gasps and moans, as individuals in the group felt the intensity of the erotic moment on their own cocks and clits, and taking this moment to be the official start of the night's festivities, fell to masturbating and sucking dick and eating pussy and fucking every hole within reach. At this point, Rod knew it was impossible for him to hold off ejaculating, but based on the promising activities hinted at thus far, he knew he'd be reloaded several times throughout the night. Now Lucy, possibly inspired by the tongue in her ass, was giving him the most intense blowjob of her short career. With the visuals of Cindy's face sliding up and down between Lucy's white buns, and the audible banging of Cindy's pussy by her grateful boss, Rod felt his climax mounting swiftly. Holding Lucy's head in his hands, he fucked her mouth with rapid thrusts until suddenly he caught his breath and held it, as his abs contracted and his buttocks clenched. His hips bucked and thrust wildly and, throwing his head back, he let out a guttural groan as he felt a veritable torrent of his hot semen erupt for his throbbing cock head to fill his schoolgirl's small mouth. Grabbing her hair, he pulled Lucy's face hard into his crotch and shoved his entire dick past her lips and, continuing to fucking her in this manner, he shot his remaining thick jets of cum down her throat. Lucy couldn't help but blush and hold back tears of shame as everyone could see her being eaten out like that, with Cindy's soft, eager tongue gliding between her cheeks, licking her anal ring, and suckling on her pussy lips to send waves of warm, forbidden pleasure through her. Dressed like this, moaning, with Rod's thick cock between her soft lips, no one would believe that she wasn't doing this willingly, or submitting to this willingly, she knew, trembling and thrusting back as Cindy was sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. Her life since Rod had taken her had consisted of giving him blowjobs, submitting to him, and dressing like his fantasy schoolgirl, she knew as she felt his thick cock throb against her tongue and lips, with the air getting warmer, as she heard the sounds of sex behind her, as the men and women watching the three of them gave in to their own pleasures of the flesh. Closing her eyes and blushing as he held her down on his thick cock and suddenly came inside her mouth, she relaxed as she had learned to, sealing her soft lips around his shaft and swallowed his thick, creamy cum down as fast as she could, even with Cindy's tongue taking her ass and sending waves of warmth through her. Unable to pull away, she continued to suckle on him as she heard what people were saying around her, about how lucky Rod was to have his own schoolgirl like her. Rod could hardly breathe as his balls were emptied of his cum in such a powerful way. He doubled over and trembled and got goose flesh as Lucy sucked his hot semen down her throat, causing exquisite pain in the now very sensitive head of his dick. When his cock was spent, he pulled out of her mouth and fell back onto the leather seat, gasping for air. All around him people were moaning and groaning as they were locked in the arms of others, or sliding their cocks into various pussies and asses and mouths, or receiving blasts of semen to their upturned faces. He patted Lucy on the head as she whimpered and rotated her ass against Cindy's face, which was still sliding feverishly up and down in Lucy's butt crack. Both girls were lurching forward rhythmically as Rudy continued to fuck Cindy's ass with gusto. Rod noticed a rather intense look on the restaurant owner's face, and saw that, as he drove his cock into Cindy's butthole, his devoted little nympho was on her knees behind him vigorously tonguing his asshole. Just a couple of minutes checking out the orgy in full swing brought a new stiffness to Rod's member, so he slid out of the booth and looked about for a new chick to fuck. Turning about, he spied a rather young fellow standing just behind Rudy, intensely watching the petite slut tongue fucking Rudy. The young man didn't pull his eyes away from the vision as he jerked his well-cut cock with fervor. Feeling good and generous, Rod motioned the boy over and introduced himself. The man's name was Dave; a very friendly and likeable fellow." Like what Rudy is getting?" He asked Dave. "Oh he'll yes!" He answered, turning to gaze at the rimming Rudy was receiving. "Come on...get on your knees in the booth here...no no, turn around and put your ass in my schoolgirl's face." Dave's eyes went wide annuals heart pounded as he backed his way around the curved booth seat until his butt was inches from Lucy's face. Rod reached across the table and tapped Lucy on the shoulder. Having been lost in ecstasy with her eyes closed, Lucy was startled and surprised to find a smooth, white, yet manly ass just before her eyes. "Sweetheart," Rod said, caressing her hair, "eat this nice young man's ass with all you've got, and Jerk him off until he shoots his biggest cum load ever." Dave was breathing heavily as he waited. "Wow...thanks Rod...thanks so much!" He said. Rod smiled a welcome, then turned back to the crowd with a full-blown hard-on. Just then a knock sounded at the front door. He looked at Rudy, who shook his head. "I'll get it," Rod said, and made his way across the restaurant, his dick rigid and his balls swinging. Moaning and gasping in sweet, forbidden pleasure as Cindy suckled on her firm mound and glided her tongue up to her anal ring as well. Swallowing down the last of her Masters thick cum, she just knew that he was happy, and sated for now as he pulled out of her and left her to Cindy, who didn't stop suckling on her and gliding her pink tongue along her crack. Gods, why did this feel so good, it wasn't right, but it felt good, she knew as Cindy took her again and again, cleaning her out with everyone watching, even if they had their own men, or girls. This was her world now, as his schoolgirl fantasy, and he would never let her go, no matter what. Moaning as she lost track of time, she had no idea that someone else was in the booth, where Rod had been, until she opened her eyes again and saw someone else's white butt in front of her, a decidedly male one, she knew. Confused at first, she quickly realized what Rod wanted, and what she would have to do." Mmmm, I'd be happy to. There's nothing I love more than suckling on a men ass, and jacking him off," she said in her sexy voice, and began to do just that, with her hand stroking his hard cock, and her lips suckling on him. Eating him out and gliding her soft fingers back and forth along his shaft, she only just heard the knock on the door, but had no idea who it was, likely it was another patron, another man who she would be asked to pleasure and give herself to. As Rod walked to the door, he looked back at the scene at the table, where the little nympho buried her face between Rudy's butt cheeks, as he fucked the ass of Cindy, who was busy forcing her tongue as deep into Lucy's asshole as possible, while Lucy rimmed the young man with obvious enthusiasm, even as she milked his cock for the cream he would soon supply for her to do with as she pleased. At the door, Rod peered through the blinds and saw the middle-aged couple from earlier. The man waved, but the lady averted her eyes. The couple had left when Rudy directed a waitress to invite them to the orgy, which the husband was all for, but the wife fled when she saw Rudy spreading Lucy's upturned ass from the woman's inspection. Rod recalled, however, that the woman did not cease staring at Lucy's butthole - or pussy - even as she walked swiftly to the door. Rod's cock became fully erect. Swinging open the door, Rod greeted them in dramatic fashion with his big, hard cock. "Hi, I'm Tom," the man introduced himself, "and this is my wife, Elsie." Rod smiled warmly at the attractive 40-something-year-old wife, and took her by the hand. "I'm so glad you decided to return," he confessed to her, as he led her across the threshold into the dining room. She glanced at his face and smiled meekly, then lowered her gaze. She struggled to keep from focusing on his tremendous cock as it swayed there beside her, but everything about it held her gaze, not least the precut that streamed from his shapely cock head down his shaft to his balls. Her husband following happily, trying to adjust his ball sack in his uncomfortable briefs. He hoped the big man who held his wife's hand, would quickly engage her so he could join immediately in fucking other women here. As they approached the group, Rod put his arm around Elsie. "Let me introduce you to some of the gang," he said. The Mrs lifted her head and went rigid, and she unconsciously gripped Rod's hand hard. Some of the less engaged folks had turned to meet her, but all around them, she saw raw sex, the most prominent display being that around the booth. Elsie began to trembled as she once again locked on Lucy's pale, upturned ass, now with a woman licking her butthole. "Oh my..." she whimpered, shocked and frightened when she noted Lucy was engaged in licking a man's upturned ass. "Hey, it's OK, Elsie," Rod assured her, drawing her close against him. She looked into his eye and smiled innocently, putting her hand to her face. "I'm sorry..." she said with a sweet smile, "I just haven't... I have never...." Rod squeezed her waste. "Not a thing to worry about, except enjoying yourself," he told her. "Everyone here has been in your shoes." She searched his eyes, blinking and biting her lip, wanting to believe and do things she had only dreamed about. He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft and assisted her in slowly jacking him off. She watched her hand tug on the long, hefty member, and her knees grew weak. But she knew now that she was committed to her own pleasure tonight. Her heart pounded as she determined to get the daylights fucked out of her...and to get her chance to lick the pretty little schoolgirl ass too. Moaning and blushing as she jacked off the man in front of her, and ate him out, aware of the attention she was getting, that she always good, being dressed as she was, and being made to do what she did. Nothing was too humiliating or dirty for her, and nothing was off limits, she reminded herself as she heard voices behind her, a pair of new voices. Moaning as Cindy's eager, gifted pink tongue worked her ass, sending forbidden waves of pleasure through her, she shook and whimpered, keeping her thighs well parted for the new couple, prepared to be their own party favor, or to let them sample her if that's what they wanted. Her Master decided everything for her now, everything, she reminded herself, tasting the men butt even as Cindy worked to aroused her and keep her aroused. Moaning as Cindy found a particularly sweet spot, her musky aroma helped to fill the surrounding air, with Cindy's adding to it. When Tom saw Elsie helping Rod jack off, he immediately moved over among the parties. Those who were not engaged in some form of sex, welcomed him warmly, and even helped him out of his clothes, and before he could pull his Polo shirt off over his head, Rosa and Tonya were on their knees sucking his cock enthusiastically. He could hardly believe that, after all his years in a vanilla marriage, one of his favorite fantasies was actually coming to pass. And as he thought about it, he was even more in awe of the fact that his was decided to take part in an orgy with a group of strangers. He mulled this over as he looked down on the waitresses, whose heads were bobbing back and forth rapidly as they gave him the most incredible blowjob ever. Still trying to fathom how he got his wife to acquiesce to his pleading that they join orgy, he looked over at her and saw that her eyes were glued to Lucy's ass as it was being ravaged by Cindy's tongue. " Ahh...of course, he said to himself," and he realized that Elsie had given him hints throughout their years together, that she was interested in other women. Hadn't she always perked up at the sight of girls eating pussy and licking ass when they watched porn together? "Damn!" he exclaimed inwardly, "we could have been having threesomes all along." But Tonya sucking on his balls brought him back from his musing and, grabbing Rosa's head, he began thrusting his dick down her throat. Would her master want her to pleasure this new couple, or one of them, she asked herself as her slender fingers, wrapped around the men thick cock, glided back and forth along it, and gasped as Cindy's tongue brought her closer and closer to the orgasm that she knew was coming. When she came, she would orgasm hard, she knew as that tongue was amazing. Squeezing and stroking the men cock even harder and faster, she heard him gasp and buck against her as he suddenly came, spurting his thick, creamy cum over the side of the seat. With Cindy's pink tongue still working her, she turned her head to look over her shoulder to see a new woman staring at her, at her firm ass no less, as if she wanted her.

My Schoolgirl's Ass (Tree & Playfullchick76)|rating:1.0

An Army From Chaos

The journey that might have taken weeks by horseback was accomplished in only three days sailing into the port of Rebind. Theseus Rex’s commission papers gave him access to whatever credit he’d need on his mission but once he left the security of the port city, using it might not always be wise. He’d been supplied instead with a hefty pouch of gold coins. He might walk away a wealthy man, if he were the sort of man who could walk away. The gold would give him advantage among those whose loyalty could be bought by the day. This day was bright and young. The kind of day that dares you to take a deep breath. Clouds were high and swirled against azure blue. The air was cool, but the sun’s rays were warm against exposed skin. The soft breeze in the narrow alleys of the bazaar carried aromas that stoked Theseus’ hungers. He could smell roasting lamb, baking bread, spiced sausages and perfumed slaves. Under the colorful tents he could see tables loaded with cheeses, salted fish, fresh fruits and vegetables from the four corners of the known world. Livestock and horses were corralled and displayed at the edges where there were wider gaps and better airflow between merchants. At the center of the market was a small stage and onto it a procession of slaves were led one after another to be bid on. The auctioneer hawked the virtues of each and had them display themselves according to the demands of the audience that changed with the flow of the crowd through the aisles between the rows of tents.“Fresh eggs, thirteen in a dozen, right here!” A stout young woman’s voice beckoned behind Theseus. From the end of the aisle a weathered old man wrapped in faded red silk robes tried to lure buyers to the center stage.“Fresh northern meat, just off the ship! We've got muscle! We've got virgins! Get them while they’re young!” His booming voice was mismatched with his slight frame. Theseus has only his own schedule to keep. He can gather supplies and head out, or he can take his time and enjoy what might be the last friendly population he will see for months. Theseus felt the calamity of the market chafe him. There was too much going on. Too much that could happen. Too much of everything. One never knew what surprises it the market would hold. The press of people around him made him conscious of the clubs across his skull or knives in his kidneys that each passing second meant he was missing. Then again, the fact that most of these people meant him no ill and no harm, but simply didn't care, was a yet more unsettling thought in its way. Being in market pressed the absence of a throne room into his awareness and rubbed it raw with the relentless friction. He silently shuffled some provisions into place on the dusty decks of the market stalls. His hopes in doing this as officiously as possible were that no one would give much notice to the veritable giant amidst the throngs. It was hard not to make an impact when one weighed nearly three hundred pounds. Theseus did his best by neither avoiding nor engaging the eyes of the merchants he bought from. He moved over them like a cyclops skating on eggshells. The close presence of the slaves being presented made this seem as natural as possible, giving him an explicable distraction nearby. While his long fingers assembled two weeks' hard bread, a week of salt fish, a week of salt pork and a week of assorted vegetables and fruits, he kept his focus on the chattel being presented. As each was led out, he took their measure. Age, strength, poise, appearance and culture. A slave would likely only slow him down, but one never knew what surprises the market would hold. Try as he might, Theseus couldn't avoid being noticed. Theseus' bearing was as remarkable as his size. His silence made him a mystery, and so, more rather than less interesting. Young women whispered to sisters and friends amid nervous laughter and coy smiles pointed in his direction. Eyelashes batted, hips jutted out, smocks dipped lower as maidens bent over their wares. Young men puffed out chests as instinct straightened backs when the giant man passed. Theseus went about his business seeming to be distracted only by the slaves displayed in center court. The best of the day's selection had not yet been auctioned. They would go last. They were held instead in a silver cage to the right of the stage. There were three in that cage today and each was shackled to the bars facing out. Each set of legs were spread wide and fastened with iron shackles to the silver bars at the ankles. Each set of wrists were fastened with chains to a bolt on the ceiling of the barred box. Facing south was a girl with honey-gold hair hanging smooth and straight behind her to mid-back. The sun's reflection on its shine made it seem to glow. Her breasts were disproportionately ample for her slight frame. Her face was hidden in shadow as she stared at the dusty ground. She was very pale, her skin looked feather white in contrast with the dark ebony of the man facing north. Theseus could see only his back but could tell that the slave would be nearly as tall as he when unshackled. Perhaps half a foot shorter but still a very large man. He was well muscled and unscarred. His body had been oiled to show off the magnificence of his dark form. He glistened like a black crystal hanging in the sun. Facing west, the profile of another girl showed her to be extraordinarily beautiful. She had crimson hair that hung in disobedient waves about her shoulders. Her skin was bronzed, and long shapely limbs were toned with muscle. She held her head up and stared back at the spectators who dared to meet her eyes. She was too proud to have been a slave long. While Theseus pretended to watch, a white-robed, white-haired, pot-bellied man put his hands through the bars to pinch her nipples. She didn't as much as twitch. The man rubbed his crotch and said something Theseus couldn't hear. The sun climbed higher in the sky and the day grew warmer. The market got busier and the hawkers got louder. Theseus scratched the hair that swept in a ragged sward from his ear down his jaw, and considered the market's reaction to his presence. It was, he figured, inevitable. One didn't put an elephant on an anthill if one was looking to avoid a swarm. Incognito was a hopeless cause. His only hope was to withdraw from civilization and only employ emissaries when necessary, as King Mithridates himself had done as a lad. Yet while he was stuck in civilization, he may as well enjoy it. And if the enterprise's covert nature was disturbed - even destroyed - then so be it. A little infamy might help the cause over all anyway. Accordingly, Theseus tossed bronzes at the shop keeps and crammed his satchel hastily. Then, grabbing three sticks with fried cheese curd on them, he shambled his Arose frame over to the silver cage to inspect the slaves closer. He had resolved to have a quiet evening of wine and curds, watch the slaves and then retire to a tavern. After all, this would be his last night anywhere near four walls and a roof. No reason to vacate that hastily if secrecy was already no longer an option. Unless someone was to come after him. But in that instance, Theseus figured, it would be only one less warm blade after him. Being jumped would be an opportunity to collect intelligence, to peddle a slave. Yes, there were many reasons to stay until after the "best in show" of the auction were presented. Bringing his brazen presence close to the cage, he studied each of the slaves in turn, and then moved to the blonde. Drawing the iron of his stare about the rims of her eyes, wading in them a moment, he then swept his attention down her body to between her legs. There he made an unhurried, intent examination of the condition of her sex, capturing its every detail and disposition in his acquisitive senses, as he waited for the final act of the auction to commence. The blond's eyes were large and wide set. They were big amber-flecked brown pools of tears. When she rose her head to meet the stare of the latest man to examine her, those tears spilled down the tracings of many that had gone before. Her nose ran unchecked over parched lips. She tried to speak to Theseus when his eyes lingered on hers a bit longer than most others had. Whatever she might have said was choked under a silent sob she failed to hold back. Her small frame shook in the shackles making the chains rattle. There were no second chances for her, Theseus had already looked away, and she hung her head putting her stare back into the dirt while the giant examined her sex. Her belly was flat, her skin flawless. The down that covered the delta of her mound was light honey-gold, barely visible except where the sunlight reflected from it. Beneath that down Theseus could see the seam of her sex was taut, effectively hiding what had to be the lightest of pink folds. Inhaling like a bulldozing in a breeding pen, Theseus took stock of the inspected girl. Truly a remarkable specimen, physically. Emotionally, she intrigued him. On the whole, she was sheathed in qualities of allure. That her sex was so notably taut, so succulent, so well arranged made her magnetically enticing. He returned to exploring her eyes with his own, nostrils sipping on the air she simmered between them. The slab of his thumb dragged over the saturation of his jaw's rim as he tallied his options. Purchase would prove too expensive. And it would be another set of legs to worry about stumbling, another belly to feed, another being to care about. He had quite enough to care about. He was gibbeted in care. There was always the option of claiming her by force. That would see his sword unlatch a whole new universe of discontent and concerns. No, ultimately the girl was interesting, but only as entertainment. He continued to enjoy the spilling spring of her eyes, playing his gaze through their waters, waiting to hear her speak or for the auction to commence. On the stage the auctioneer had a duo of young men, both of sturdy build with olive skin and dark hair, and both wearing iron shackles about wrists and ankles." A matched set, look at the muscles on them! These lads can till a field in half a day! Do I hear 2 silver?!" A man holding a pile of parchments and thumbing through them raised a disinterested hand." Two silver there!" The auctioneer's long finger points where the hand had been."Let's have three, who will give me three?" From under an umbrella held by an unremarkable man, a slender wrist emerged and snapped a red fan." There is three, do I hear four?!" The blond's whisper replied to Theseus' stare." Help." The blonde held his attention. This much was certain in the alloyed set of Theseus' stare at the blonde. Bringing the wide leather bolts of his hands down to wrap about the tonnage of his weapons belt, Theseus responded to her. Not in words, certainly. The thresh of the market's noises would have hashed more than a shout into an incoherence with chicken calls, bidding cries and the crush of a dozen dialects. Not in gesture either. His body was set on keeping the cabled interstices of his sinews supple enough to twist a purse snatcher's wrist into burst kindling or to pulp the fingers that might drive a knife into his back. His posture was all casual readiness and raw, mammoth demand for space. But he listens. He occupies her eyes. And so the girl knows that whatever lack she might suffer so brilliantly and tenderly in her captive bareness, she at least has a warrior's attention. The auctioneer sold the matched set of lads to the lady with the red fan for six silver pieces. The blond girl said no more and as though the weight of her situation was becoming unbearable, her head hung lower. The man in red robes opened the silver cage as the auctioneer paused dramatically and directed the crowds' attention. The crimson haired slave was unshackled while the auctioneer began spinning a tale of an Amazon heroine." In a lifetime you might get one chance to own a woman like this! Six men she took down before the others managed to net her, with her bare hands!" The crowd laughed and the auctioneers toothy smile widened. Heads turn to watch her removal from the cage as if she might erupt into a fit of violence. Violence they didn't want to miss a moment of. She rewarded them with nothing. Her wrists were unchained, and she was led on a leash by an iron band around her neck to the stage. The auctioneer gave her a look that didn't match his smile. The red robed man reached out and twisted her teat brutally. The crowd held its breath. The Amazon stood still and Stoic, back straight, head held high. She gave them nothing." Beware you handle her well, or she may handle you!" The red-robed man kicked her feet apart roughly, nearly knocking her over. She corrected her balance and stood with her feet wide. His color darkened to that of his robes. The auctioneer didn't miss the silent sigh of disappointment coming from his audience. He changed tactics awkwardly." I jest. She is no longer the warrior was, our trainers have done exquisite work with her, and she will obey your every command without complaint!"" One silver!" A bushy-haired man in dirty green robes heckled. Theseus observed the blond wilt with a calloused interest. He could actually feel the fibers of his neck shivering with a sympathetic pang of discomfort with the girl, as his dismissal crushed his empathy for her capitulation. Then the presentation of the final docket seized on his attention. Setting the pumice slab of his hand against the bars the blonde was pulled on, he watched the auction platform, already doing another grim tally. The scarlet haired girl had brought down six men. That was six more than most. And clearly, she was impressive in her bearing. If the man's boast about the training was only so much bad wind, Theseus might have a recruit on his hands. He waited until the bidding reached higher, then proposed, sullenly and definitively,"Five silver." As he did, he watched the Amazon's expression and did a painstaking, anatomical survey of her body, seeking out its features, qualities and marks. Theseus' bid is barely acknowledged before the red fan snaps out when the auctioneer calls for a bid of seven. The woman is a living statue. She might be a bronze idol if not for her hair blowing in the light breeze. Her breasts were perfect though not as large as was the popular ideal. She was taller than most women and would be eyed to eye with the auctioneer if he dared get that close. Theseus noted that he did not. Her skin was sun-drenched but paler over her midriff and chest, where armor would have been worn. She had a thin scar on her left thigh, most likely a laceration that had been sewn well and healed without infection. Her muscle tone was superb but barely noticeable while she stood still; when she'd walked to the stage her legs had rippled with hidden power. The man in the dirty green robes incredibly answered the call for eight silver. The auctioneer looked dubious but with so many interested he dared not break the pace of the bidding,"Do I hear nine?!" No red fan snapped out in response. "Ten." Theseus declared. He enjoyed even numbers. Military formations were generally organized in even numbers. As were wholesale prices of plunder. As were the epochs of great empires' rulership. As he waited for the impact of his statement to be felt by the competition, he skimmed the unsparing surgery of his attention into the finer quarters of the red haired girl: The scar, trying to determine what manner of weapon might've inflicted it; her sex, and its condition; her attitude - her expression - attempting to judge whether she was as complacent as the slave master assured. The auctioneer paused only long enough to glance at the umbrella from under which a red fan might flash. When no such snap of color answered the savvy businessman declared,"Sold to the gentleman by the cage!" The red-robed man led the woman from the stage and to Theseus. The man in dirty green robes protested and the crowd laughed. The auctioneer was already extolling the virtues of the ebony man still shackled in the cage while the red-robed man held the woman's chain in one hand and the other out for payment. Within the cage the little blond trembled. Careful to keep the redhead away from his sword flank, Theseus gathers the chain and pays the coin. Fetching it close, he completes the survey he conducted of her body, while keeping a good clutch on the leash. At the end of that, he looks into her eyes, plain and hard as bullets of iron, to take the measure of less visible qualities. All the while, Theseus keeps an ear out for the dark-skinned man's attributes to be displayed. The redhead remains still while the giant's eyes survey her. Her posture is as still as it was on stage but up close Theseus can sense the tension in her muscles. She is still the way cats are still when they are hunkered down in tall grass. He notices another scar. Against the lighter skin of her right breast is a paler oval that is slightly indented. There are no apparent fresh wounds. Her nipples are pink, soft and point as if uplifted. Her stomach shows the slight ripples of the muscle beneath taut skin. Furthermore, her sex is obscured under a dark auburn triangular down of curls. She meets Theseus' stare with her own. She takes his measure as he takes hers. While taller than most women she is at least two feet shorter than this man, yet she seems to look back at him without looking up. Her eyes are several shades of dark green giving her a vibrant and unusual appearance. Her nose is slender and straight, set above full deeply blushed lips." Stronger than an Ox, more beautiful than a woman!" The black man is led to the stage unshackled. The little blond remains silent but for the soft clicking of her teeth chattering behind the fall of her hair. The bidding begins before the slave has reached center stage." Five silver." A man in white carrying an ornate staff stood." Seven." The man with the parchments replied. Swiveling slightly to face the stage, Theseus then began to weigh the huge black man upon it. He gave an unconscious nod of approval at the fellow's physique, thumb tracing the iron of a single chain link in contemplation. As an afterthought, he choked up more on the redhead's chain, drawing her closer to his side. As he did, an arsenal of keen nerves and corded muscles set themselves like a host of traps, ready to seize on any hostility from the bare slave. It was a marked pleasure to absorb the warmth of her presence. Her violence, however, would only be a distraction at this point. As the coin for the large man climbs higher, Theseus calls out,"Where is he from? And what training with tools or weapons has he?" The redhead is still but the chain binding her to Theseus has no slack. She has not given the half inch required to remove the tension from it. The half inch that separated her flesh from his." He's from a place south of Egypt! Do not ask how we got him!" The auctioneer chuckled as if sharing a secret with a hundred eager ears." He was a Queen's pleasure slave, and you can see his tools!" Indeed, the slave's sex was mammoth, hanging placid to near mid-thigh and as wide around as a woman's wrist." He's a natural with a spear and shield, a member of the royal guard before the Queen enslaved him." The auctioneer looked as if he were counting coins as he dispensed details. The red fan flashed, and the auctioneer bellowed,"The bid is nine silver! Who will give one gold coin?!" Idly, Theseus raises his hand to signal his bid of one gold coin. The grizzled set of his features suggests he has been hammered into form from teak wood or granite for the purpose of winning this bidding war. And while the price may climb higher, Theseus continues to stay atop it. He is not in a mood to lose. Instead, he preoccupies himself with taking the scent of the redhead's body, sampling it across the torrid nearness with steady sniffs. The lady with the red fan seems as determined to win as Theseus, much to the delight of the auctioneer. Even the man with the stack of parchments stays in until the bidding reaches 3 gold pieces. Each new bid brings fresh gasps of astonishment from the crowd. Until at last there is a pause in the battle between the giant and the red fan." The bid is 4 gold and 5 silver to you, will you let the gentleman best you so easily Lady Delia?" Predicably the fan flashes open and the auctioneer bellows at Theseus,"Four and a half gold, Will you make it five?" Theseus' reply was a nod. He gave little indication of the methods of reimbursement he was busily assembling in his head. He appreciated balanced books. In matters of statecraft, balanced ledgers were always the ideal: In economy, in diplomacy and, especially, in matters of war. His attention shifted to the obfuscated figure with the red fan. As the contest of coin continued, Theseus shifted his assessment away from the onyx giant to the slender woman who sought him, analyzing her like any other beast on the block. "Five!" The auctioneer's hands clap together loudly. Then to the Lady Villa,"Will it be six?" There is a long silence without any sign of red. Without any movement of the umbrella. The auctioneer is silent. The crowd is silent. The entire market seems to have paused to watch for the fan. When the stillness becomes uncomfortable and the crowd begins to shift its weight, the auctioneer responds,"Five gold going once!" The umbrella rises and curtains of yellow silk flow around the form beneath it as she marches away. Theseus can see only a glimpse of her profile as she disappears into the crowd with her newly purchased bookend twin slaves in tow. He can tell only that her skin is pale and her hair dark and coiffed." Sold to the Gentleman!" The ebony slave is led to join the redhead. The red-robed man counts coins and the auctioneer commands the attention of the remaining crowd. The auctioneer claps his hands together commanding the crowds' attention while turning to the red-cloaked man." Finally, the moment has come! Marlins, bring us the Princess!" Marlinus enters the cage and begins unchaining the blond girl. Theseus strokes his unruly chin hair thoughtfully as 'The Princess' is fetched. The thought is immediate and resonant, as though his reflections had, for a moment, glimpsed through a portico into a grand hall in the mansion of history that stretched, mirrored but unbroken, for all time: "Princesses" are the stuff legends are made of. And while Theseus fully intends to be covert, he also intends to become famed for it. He observes the traffic of the Princess onto the stage, carefully listening to the list of her qualities. As he does, his carnal attention remains alert as ever - he keeps himself a well-oiled trap, especially with two formidable servants on either side. All the same, his hand, its senses whetted with appreciation of the enticing, fertile story being exposed before him, travels to savor its claim: It falls on the strong, sinuous sleek of the redhead's flank, settling not like a lover so much as a cavalryman on the haunch of a prized mare. There it pets, seeks strength and soothes it, while watching the events on the dock with the wary remove of a reader who has enjoyed countless volumes but remains starved for the perpetual mystery of the next page. The blond his half-led, half-carried to the stage as her legs buckle under the weight of her sobs. The auctioneer lifts her head by her hair to display the tear streaked face to the crowd." The daughter of the King Mac hares of Col chis, friend to Romans, betrayer of Mithridates!" The ebony slave at Theseus' side balled his hands into fists. The redhead stiffened but did not move away from the petting mitt of Theseus. The blond's knees buckled, but she was held up by the auctioneers grip on her hair. His free arm wrapped around her waist and with his long fingers he separated the folds of her sex. He kicked her legs apart and kept her knees from closing by placing his thigh between them." We will begin at 5 gold for the Virgin Princess! Who will give me five gold pieces for this treasure?" The key to the kind of strokes Theseus applied to the flank of the Red was consistency. Not slower, nor more tender, firmer or faster did he caress her. Her stiffening was blanketed under layer after layer of rose pets, thumb skirting the rim of her belly, fingers on her powerful back. These were the breed of strokes that, like rain on the brow of a mountain, could soothe even stone smooth. His thoughts were not so temperate. Seeing the girl roughly handled was little matter. Sensing the discomfiture of his companions, also no concern. Yet this was Mithridates' granddaughter. The progeny of a betrayer, yes, but of his line all the same. The trouble could be considerable. But the possibilities, yet more so. He listened, watching who bid and who shied away, trying to guess why, and all the while savoring the wash of his hand on the proud, equine warrior flank. For all the world, he was but a giant knight with his new "steed." But when at last the rogues who sought the princess had all called their bids and shown their hands, Theseus tossed his own bid into the contest. The bidding was robust but sporadic. The crowd didn't seem to know any more than the auctioneer told them. The girl did her best to cover herself but was ineffective against the firm grip of the auctioneer. The bids slowed at eight and by nine it seemed over, the winning bidder the pot-bellied white-haired bearded man that had earlier pinched the redhead while rubbing his crotch." Going once! Nine Gold going once, do I hear ten?!" When Theseus nodded the pot-bellied man spit and cursed. The crowd roared with laughter and the auctioneer tried to bleed another bid out of the man's humiliation." Sanius, surely your house can pay just one more gold! Eleven gold, do we have eleven?" Sanius, red-faced spoke to another man, a tall thin man who seemed fragile enough the breeze might blow him over. After a few moments they both nodded and Genius triumphantly bellowed,"Fifteen gold!" Then he turned to glare at the giant form of Theseus. Theseus thought this one over considerably. He continued to wash the bronze flank of the scarlet one. He surveyed Genius, and tried to think where he had heard of the man. Then, with a glance at the wretched figure of the nubile blond, he nodded again to the slave hawker. Fifteen it would be. And higher, if necessary. He was buying a kingdom, after all. Fifteen was all it would take. Genius resumed cursing and spitting, the fragile stick man walked away from him chuckling. When Genius looked to consult with the man again, he was across the courtyard. His distance telling Genius the answer was no. The crowd enjoyed the exchange and more so, enjoyed watching Genius denied. When the auctioneer declared the Princess too would go to 'The Gentleman' the crowd applauded and gave him their full attention, as if he might bestow a few words upon them. The Princess was delivered in a puddle at the feet of Theseus. While he counted coins the black slave helped the girl up and whispered words in a strange dialect. She gripped his hand and he shook his head subtly causing her to let go and look away. Theseus has no grand address for the crowd though, alas. Only a perfunctory bit of poesy, one he'd used for the troops in Cyprus during the long retreat:"Majesty cannot be divided. Just as a temple cannot be raised on one column alone, I could not separate this majestic band of chattels." And, just as the empire of the Greeks is now divided, it shall be united again." With that, he spared them any attempt at a theatrics bow and began to lead Red by her leash. For the black giant, he says, "Follow along, helping the Princess." At that, he begins a meander toward the most secluded inn he knows of in Rebind - something off by the quarries, most likely. On the way, he keeps his senses peeled for a different quarry, the mysterious Lady Villa. The crowd loved him. His simple words brought cheers and even a couple of bows as he passed. The redhead walked alongside rather than behind the giant man. The ebony slave lifted the Princess into his arms easily. She seemed to settle considerably and held to his massive neck as he carried her along behind the giant with whom their fates had been linked. Quote from: Gianna on 26-02-2008, 06:30:07The crowd loved him. His simple words brought cheers and even a couple of bows as he passed. He in turn nodded to them. Theseus was aware that he was founding a legend here. And perhaps the finest polish, the greatest gloss for a legend was a mystery. His mission would see to that. Quote from: Gianna on 26-02-2008, 06:30:07The redhead walked alongside rather than behind the giant man. In reply, the Red is given a hand on her flank. It sets, as before, like a farrier on a champion show horse. That there is a sensuality in it is undeniable. So is the quality of leader on chattel. Yet the firmness, the respect, is just as present. It emanates from the forge iron of his palm, seeming to intensify with each step that tightens his grip. Quote from: Gianna on 26-02-2008, 06:30:07The ebony slave lifted the Princess into his arms easily. She seemed to settle considerably and held to his massive neck as he carried her along behind the giant with whom their fates had been linked. That is satisfactory. Ideal, even. Theseus indicates it to the man by catching his eye and nodding to him. Then comes the conduct of the entire group on their canny but casual course to an Inn on the edge of the city's bustle, all the while seeking signs of Villa. A group of children follows behind. Bouncing with enthusiasm their hands stretched out toward Theseus. They begged in high-pitched voices as the swarm gatherer and grew around the giant and his purchased entourage. There was an Inn just a short walk from the bustle of the market. A large establishment with a festive atmosphere, at ground level it was flanked by open arches and filled with low tables surrounded by colorful cushions. Serving girls wearing colorful strips of transparent silk tied to enhance rather than hide their beauty wove between the tables delivering wine and swaying their hips. Above were the rooms where patrons might take those slaves for a few minutes or several hours. Above those were the rooms travelers would occupy by the night. The cobblestone streets were narrow and crooked, seeming to meander without destination among a maze of buildings both simple and elaborate. The streets closest to the docks tended to cater to businesses with living quarters above or behind. Farther from the water things were simpler and cobblestone gave way to dust as businesses gave way to buildings that were primarily housing for the dockworkers and families of fisherman. The Inn was exciting and grand, centrally located in the urban sprawl and rife with services and distractions. In those abundant qualities, it was just the kind of establishment that Theseus was trying to avoid. He needed a place that was well away from both the market and the docks. The fewer servants that occupied it, the better. Notoriety was also to be avoided. In short, he required some place that was thoroughly out of the way, and that deserved it. Upscale accommodations would be nice, but not necessary. Only relative isolation was necessary. As such, Theseus continued to steer his way through the haphazard thoroughfares, ducking obvious ambush routes and seizing on any signs of flight that his entourage might manifest. He made as good time as possible, acutely aware that there were more errands to be done with when he reached his destination - aware of responsibilities, and of the carnal anticipation that stiffened his sex and fired his breast with thought of the intercourse to come. As Theseus moves further into the winding streets the crowd of children dwindles and eventually the four are walking alone among increasingly humble homes and an occasional stall selling local weaves, baskets and pottery. Theseus keeps going, keeps his hand intermittently indulging itself on Red's flank, keeps his attention unsheathed for any skulking threats. He was glad to see ignoring the children worked out as a means of dispersing them. It always had. Perhaps it always would. Theseus' notices at last a small building with bright yellow roses growing over a white trellis to cover a stone walk to the shadowed door in a shady alcove. The building itself was simple but well maintained. A hand-carved wooden sign hung on a post at the street beckoning travelers. "Here You Will Find Rest" was painted in red. Beneath, smaller carved letters where painted in white reading, "West End Inn & Funeral Home". He notices also that the ebony slaves attention has fixed behind them on a corner just they'd just passed. Theseus sees what the slave must see. The shadow's of two men fall across the narrow street. They are still and clearly trying to remain concealed against the corner building. Theseus doesn't break stride, nor exhibit the consternation that demands him to rub the bridge of his nose or groan aloud. He turns at the next street corner. Then, rather than head down the thoroughfare, he waits until one of the shadowed men peeks around the corner - waits, with one hand on the pommel of his sword, to greet them with a sullen,"Something you need from me, my brothers?" With that a man who might have spent the better part of a fortnight sleeping in the dirt sprung forward toward the group, a rusty dagger thrust out as he closed the distance toward Theseus. Behind him another man, whose breakfast was firmly lodged in a matted red beard, followed more slowly behind, a flail swinging menacingly. For all of a sudden, broken-glass amphetamine-rush of violence, Theseus feels calmed. At least this is a simple matter. He brings his enormous body through the motions:The sword flashes out, swings down at the dagger wielder, and is ready to parry whatever else might be hurled his way.IOC: Roll - 61 (The thug lunges the last few feet and tries to bring his dagger up into the belly of Theseus. The ebony slave slides the princess to her feet and leaps to place himself between the two thugs. He bares his teeth and snarls at the oncoming flail wielder while behind him Theseus easily deflects the dagger with his sword. When he swings it down though, the man manages to twist out of the way without more than a tear in the fabric of his dirty robes. The red-bearded man hesitates. He knew this was a bad idea. He was always paying the price for his reckless brother's bad ideas. The slave charged, head low, growling like an animal and slammed into the reluctant thug - head against chest. The man went over with a thud and the slave seized the weapon from his flailing hand. The first thug had second thoughts and turned to flee without a thought for his upended sibling. The princess stood where she'd been placed watching with wide-eyed fascination. The woman chained to Theseus fixed her attention on the princess but was otherwise motionless. Swatting at the thug with the flat of his blade, Theseus roars to the man,"You needed sense beaten into your head more than you needed gold. Now be off with you!" He stands on guard, ready to reply with worse violence if necessary, but all too glad to see the fellow fleeing with his coarse, craven comrade. The slave deflates as rapidly as the threat is dispersed and returns to the princess whom he lifts easily back into the cradle of his arms. Once she is secure he nods to Theseus. Disconcerted, Theseus rapidly calms. He conducts the group hastily into the "Inn", ready to be off the streets. Once inside, he surveys the place carefully. He'd heard bad legends of places like this. He had no intention of blithely wandering into a horror story. The front room of the inn has a fireplace on the south wall with a small fire burning. A woman wearing a crisp apron is sitting near turning a spit upon which a piglet is roasting. The aroma is rich and with the smell of its drippings. An open staircase's treads are covered with blue tapestry. The walls are painted white and decorated with colorful paintings. There are small windows set high, three in side wall, two in front and back. There are two sets of low horseshoe shaped tables surrounded by cushions, one on each side of the fireplace. The woman rises to greet her customers and offers a toothless smile. She is ancient but sturdy looking. "Welcome to the West End Inn." Crossing the room she wipes her hands on her spotless apron, which as a result remains spotless." I am Marine. Midday meal is in an hour. Rooms are a silver per day per person, meals included. Only rule is you keep things quiet after dark. How long will you be with us?." Theseus bows courteously and conducts his extensive entourage into the room with care. The little Princess is given a kneed of her shoulder; a fortifying gesture Theseus hopes will help dislodge the shock of the recent battle. The Nubian is given a pat on the back. To Marine, Theseus bestows a small stack of coins." We'll just be the night, I expect. Is board included? And might we secure two rooms?" The princess looks up at Theseus curiously when his hand touches her shoulder. Her tears have long since dried and she seems calm. The man doesn't react at all to the pat. He and the red-head share an impervious expression. Neither pleasant nor unpleasant they seem to be wearing masks that will not tolerate expression." Meals included, midday meal in an hour, roast pig in case you didn't guess." She hooks a thumb behind to indicate the roasting animal. Turning her attention back to Theseus she nods,"Two rooms will be five silver pieces." She nods to confirm her figures' accuracy. Her shrewd stare looks over the odd entourage." The black one will have to be covered for meals. Guess that makes two rules." Nodding in understanding, Theseus begins to gather his chattel up to the room." Very good, Madame. I'll send someone down for the food shortly. Until then, we have a long rest I've been looking forward to." The onyx immensity is led by his chain leash, while the blonde is left to that capable fellow's hands. Theseus' own hand, fixed as a harness but subtle as a wind on the Red's haunch, leads her. Theseus stalks up the stairs, rolling his neck to shed the hoary mantle adrenaline has left there. He steers the girls into one room, while unshackling the giant in the doorway. A bag of coins and a stern look instruct the fellow." Go to market and buy armaments for yourself. You'll be bodyguard to the princess. When you're done, return here with food for us all from the main room." With that, he dismisses the man with a sturdy nod and steps into the room with the two women, locking it behind him. When Theseus faces the women the red-head is standing in front of the blond and meets his gaze with the first expression she's shown, a slightly arched brow of inquiry. Theseus saunters into the room and takes Red's flank in hand. Kicking a cushion from off of one of the mattresses over to the side of a chair, he leads her to it and gently settles her to sit on it with the rough harness of steady hands on her side and shoulder. It is by the volume of his eyes infusing her own, as much the implacable power of his grip, that he guides her. In her gaze, he is liquid, inevitable. This he does not ungraciously, but not to be resisted, putting the naked woman onto her bottom on the cushion. Then he settles into the chair beside, arm still draped to keep his hand simmering on her shoulder, and regards the blonde." Approach and kneel." He commands her in a voice as simple and indelible as recited scripture. The red-head lets him position her still wearing her slightly arched brow. When he commands the princess to kneel she springs to her feet." Leave her be." The warrior's mask has fallen away, in its place is a determined, piercing stare. The princess seems to be holding her breath. Her eyes refilling with fresh tears as the red-head faces Theseus. Theseus calmly knits his fingers. Though the chemical calculus within his brain is instantly engaged in the flashing arithmetic of sizing up Red's capabilities, tallying her suspected modes of combat experience, sorting her intentions, and applying it all to the cold geometry of possible lethal reactions on his part, Theseus remains serene. He exudes a mammoth, regal air as he lets Red simmer a moment in his consideration." Sit back down and listen." He commands her in the same unfurnished, Cyclopes voice." If you wish to still fight me come the end of my discussion with the girl, I'll fight you." Inhaling, his chin raises. He catches her eyes in the portcullis of his stare's solid, stabbing regard." But to disobey would lead inevitably to you and I'm having to put one another in a very difficult situation. Doing so now seems premature." He sweeps his hand back to the side, indicating the empty cushion set beside his chair. "If fighting is what I wanted, don't you think I would have picked a better time?" She doesn't move but the tension in her has unwound a notch." Let her stand, or sit and I'll listen without interruption. Consider it might be premature that the girl kneels before you have also listened." A nod of consideration is Theseus' initial reply, but the scepters of his stare give no quarter - only more iron pressure. His tone alloys with his gaze." The girl can say her piece standing. I'm intrigued." Theseus' brow lowers, bringing the leviathan timbre of his voice with it." As for fighting, that is what you'll have, whether you want it or not, if you oppose me." Now sit." And though the machinery of his body is still covertly aligned to sweep in silent, savage gravity towards Red should she make a move to resist, Theseus' attention now shifts to the blonde in heavy anticipation. The red-head sits next to Theseus. The blond sucks air in sharply when his attention falls on her. A fat tear spills over and Theseus can see her swallow. Next to Theseus the red-head sighs." If you speak softly sometimes she responds though you probably won't understand what she's said." Theseus runs his hand down the mane of Red, as though stirring a fiery steed with firm grooming." Do you understand Greek?" He inquires of the girl. The girl sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand." Help." The way she looks at him when she speaks is identical to the look she wore when she first spoke the word what feels like hours ago. Her inflection is an unnerving copy as well. She takes a step forward, then two. Theseus coaxes her forward with a bearish sweep of his hand. Though the regal slabs of his musculature shifts subtly as he arranges himself more upright, his voice remains stable. Gazing at the girl firm enough to encase her, he proclaims,"Yes. I help. I bought you to help." With that, his hand sweeps again, inviting her toward his left leg. Though wariness flicks through fatal options like a kit knife, his outside countenance is one of absorbent calm as he draws in the blond. Two more steps, and she is standing directly in front of Theseus and staring down. The red-head watches dispassionately. Scraping his chin as he sets it into the bower of his thumb and forefinger, Theseus regards the girl with the cells of Tartarus in his eyes. The throne of his form shifts up, and he skims his fingers to spread wide about Red's shoulder as he speaks to the blonde. So far as he knew, as the daughter of a Greek, she would understand him. If not, then at least Red would hear, making it not a wholesale waste of breath." You are fortunate, daughter of Mac hares. We share a common aim." Theseus perched his maul of an elbow on the arm of the chair and closed his fist." We both would have you installed in the comforts of a noble station, in a safe and noble house." If you abide by my direction without exception, I will commit the passions of my mortal flesh and the hungers of my shade in Hades to see it come true. "If." Theseus qualified. His manner darkened, and his eyes pressed like rivets into the amber shells of the princess'." For in exchange, I demand only so much as a slave master demands of his property - that you obey my commands without exception or resistance." His hand swept to lock like a buckle on a cauldron to his shoulder, and the bronze of his voice scraped its shoulders against his throat as it left him." That is your condition. You are a slave whose master would see her become a princess again. Remember your station, and I assure you that this hero will see you raised above it before he leaves this world." No words came from the girl, instead she climbed up into Theseus' lap and laid her head on his chest. A delicate hand splayed fingers out over his heart. Next to him the red-head said, "Too much. A few words at a time works best." Theseus swung the pylon of his arm about the girl's back, holding her to him securely - a thermal bar for the gate of his guarding body. All the same, his patience was wearing somewhat thin. The girl's desperate circumstances and dramatic station were one manner of threat, but if she were simple or mad, that was quite another. For now, however, she was his to protect. And for all purposes, that protection was absolute. So long, as he had said, that its rule was absolute. Theseus held the blonde fixed to him, locked as soundly as a soft sprout in an acorn, and watered her with a steady flow of words. He recounted the substance of his speech, seeking simpler terms whenever a synonym presented itself, relating it slowly. When he was done, he looked down - without any expectation, certainly - for some sign of her understanding. The princess' fingertips wove an intricate pattern on his chest as if writing a message in some ancient script. When he finishes speaking her fingers stop moving." Caves are better than thrones." She doesn't look up when she speaks. Her fingers resume their busy work against his chest." Her name is Elite. She'll be better tomorrow." The red-head says. Her mask was slipping again. Around the edges her face was softer. Her attention was fixed on Theseus, making a study of his profile. Theseus regards Elite with pronounced concern, the mass of him tucked about her as though the delicacy of her had a gravity all its own, summoning his strength closer. He made a cave of his embrace, and though there was a heat to his intent stare that suffused her supplicant blond head, it was not bright - it emanated from behind shields of solid iron, the customary aspect of his eyes. He was solidity for her. Furthermore, he was serene as the inside of a stone. But at last he pat her bottom, bringing the geode of his palm close about it, and urged her,"Elite. Go to the bed and rest. "Your guard will return soon." He then begins a seismic shift of his encircling arms, seeking to tenderly divest himself of her, as gently as the breath of a mountain. Elite didn't move except as a result of Theseus' shifting. The red-head reached for the hand and stood. The princess went on tracing her elaborate invisible pattern on Theses' chest." May I help?" The woman said to Theseus. "By all means." Theseus replied, concealing his consternation behind his usual look of regal remove - wrested from long, arduous hours of meditating on the beatific heroes of temple reliefs and sealed the thick set of his features, it conveyed only imperturbability. In truth, he was ready to be rid of the vaporous mite. Pleasing as she was to the touch, Elite made his mind itch. He lifted the bridgework of his arms away, allowing Red to see to the girl, while keeping a possessive stare around the both. The red-head lifts the princess from Theseus and carries her the few steps to the bed. Depositing the princess in the center of the bed, the red-head lifts a woven wool blanket with an intricate geometrical pattern. Rather than putting the blanket on Elite, the woman spreads it flat next to her. Long slender fingers lift a pale delicate wrist and place the princess' hand on the blanket. The princess curls up peacefully and pale fingers begin to trace the pattern of its weave." That'll do for now. Rebel may bring ink and parchment - that's better, but she'll be just alright for now. She trusts you." The red-head returned to the chair and sat alongside Theseus. Theseus leans back, eliciting a grumble from the leather of the chair. His stare has kept on Red, locking her in its banding. His hand settles on her neck. It indulges in tactile admiration of the muscle there, rubbing as he regards her." How do you know them, and know so much of them? From your captivity, or from before?" "She has been my charge since she was a child. Since we were both children. She is my cousin"The woman's muscles have only the memory of tension in them. Theseus was struck by the dissimilarity between Red and Elite, but simply stored that away. He gave no show of surprise or of his ruminations on this peculiar band's origin. Instead, his hand settles, leaving only his eyes to roam. They voyage over the intriguing terrain of her face as he continues their conversation." Tell me of your background, and of Elite and Rebel's." He inhales smoothly, regarding her with lidded eyes. He added in a low tone, like a tip of the cards,"It seems purchasing her for the end of liberating her bought me more than I bargained for." "My name is Barking." The red-head begins." Our mothers were sisters. They ruled our lands together, north of Bosporus when Mithridates installed Mac hares as King. When our people were conquered by his army, they were presented to the new King at his coronation. My mother was pregnant then, but just so and not showing in her belly. Mac hares kept them both as slaves. When I was born he allowed my mother to keep me. He allowed it because he'd fallen in love with Elite's mother, and she agreed to marry him. She was his weakness, and she insisted on safety for her family and fair treatment of her people. She was pregnant with Elite within months." Barkida paused and measured Theseus' interest." Do you want to know it all, or just what matters now?" Theseus' hand shifts, hourglass sand upon Barking's neck. Its heavy bar settles deep, though not so deep as the expedition of his eyes into hers. He listens on in fascination, until she pauses." All of it,"he replies then." Including who your father was. For the difference between you and Elite is remarkable." "I have no idea." Barkida shrugs. "I never asked." Then she goes on,"I'm told Elite didn't speak until she was five, her first words were, "Bloody tears and death for you" - spoken to an old woman who had been brought in to teach her to talk. Later that day the woman fell and struck her head. Blood flowed from her eyes and she died. No more teachers were brought in. The Queen feared Elite would be considered a witch." Barkida's attention to Theseus's posture and expression was acute during this revelation. Theseus' reaction remains the dour dimensions of the temple - a noble assertion of immutability and immortal virtues. He is temperance itself. He is holy purpose. And, for those who've seeming been tossed from one port of maroon to another, he could seem like salvation. The most palpable aspect of his reply comes when his enormous hand slides up Red's neck, and down again. In that, he offers comfort. Internally, he needs none. Since early age, Theseus has sought serpents to strangle and divine madness to entertain. He understood these things as the gold and blood threads that make the fatal tapestries of rulers glow so boldly that they could be discerned even through the accumulation of time's detritus. He would accept treasure. Accept love. Save a kingdom. Kill a Minotaur. Anything less was insufficient. It was like trying to eat dust. Berkida felt very real in his hand; more real than most beings he looked on. He touched her in kind, providing real comfort. And he listened, the way temple stone listens to stories that will be told through the echoing ages. "My mother began training me in the ways of war before I was big enough to lift a sword or pull a bowstring. Not just me, all the slaves in the Kings household. He indulged his Queen in everything." Her voice was getting raspy and difficult to understand. Barking cleared her throat. Parched after hours in the cage, so much talking was making each word scrape like sand as it came out." Time passed, we grew into women, and I was charged with keeping the princess safe. Rebel came two years back, he was free then, employed by the king as a guard. The Queen, she'd become used to having whatever she liked, and she liked him. The King went along with it when she took him as her personal slave, but he was crazy jealous. He began to drink himself stupid and had to be carried to bed, which of course left the Queen with more time to enjoy her lover." Not wanting to interrupt the story, Theseus passed his waterski down to Bermuda. It wasn't much - rather old, having just been drawn yesterday - but it was something." Were you acquainted with Rebel then? Or did you just know of him through court rumors?" He questions, eager to listen to more. She accepted the skin and drank briefly." We knew each other in the way servants in the same household know each other. He is a good man. Loyal, honest. But we were not close. There wasn't time in our days to pass more than casual greetings. He and the Queen were lovers in every sense. Some said he chose slavery to be with her. They were deeply in love, and it was hard not to notice the glances and soft touches that were exchanged in even the most mundane tasks. The King, became obsessed with Rome, as if he could win her attention back if he were part of the great empire. Roman's became frequent visitors. There were rumors and lots of them, but I do not know what deals he made." Barkida looked nervously at the door, as though the Nubian might have appeared there and taken offense to his story being told. Theseus inclines his majestic brow, putting his lips into a couched configuration of sensuous Hellenic sobriety. He savored his interest in the story and in his chattel like someone meditating on holy music, and inquired,"Were you considered a servant there, or one of the royal household?" "Sometimes I wondered that very thing." Barking looked over at Alike and was reassured the girl was occupied with the patterns in the blanket." I was a servant to the princess, and I was a niece to the Queen, and I was a daughter to the King's slave. What does that make me?" Theseus lifts a titanic shoulder in the slightest of shrugs." It depends on whether you endured things like chains, waiting on the lowest of nobles and living among the slaves." After her reply, he pursues the main course of the story, nodding at Bermuda to,"Do go on, though." "None of that, no." She tells him before continuing. "A messenger arrived with word that Mithridates was coming and would resume the war with Pompey from Bosporus. Mac hares went mad. He had he Queen brought to him, and he poured poison for them both, with the whole of his household in attendance. Nobody could talk sense to him. He tried to make her drink. She fought and when he was unable to get the drink in her mouth, he took up a sword and speared her through the heart." There was no reaction from the Queen's daughter as the story unfolded." Jebel had been sent to prepare passage for us all, my mother, Alike, the Queen, Rebel and me. She was going to meet us at sunset, and we were to go east, out of the way of both armies. He was spared watching her die while he prepared our escape. The rest of us saw." Another glance at the princess made it seem she was oblivious to the conversation, Barking knew better." When she was dead the King lifted the poison to his mouth, but he didn't drink. Instead, he flag the goblet aside and fled sobbing, unable to face death by his own hand and unable to face whatever his father might have done." The woman sighed." Machares' army declared him a traitor to Mithridates. My mother was killed. Rebel, Alike and I were sold as slaves to the first trader on the first ship they could get us to." Theseus inhales deeply. When he breathes out, it is with a rumble that shifts his firmly set hand on Red's neck. He addresses her directly, emphatically, his words like the practice of pottery." You all belong to me now. However, as I said to Elite, my intention is to see her and Rebel installed in a safe place, where they might live in comfort, safe from their enemies." His thumb presses into the side of Erika's neck subtly. "You, I had thought, were independent of them. I had intended to keep you; have you as warrior and companion. However, as you are connected with them, I will not separate you." Theseus nods to her. He is resolved. And for a man such as him, this is no different from forging a sword." I will deliver you all out of this war." "You are a savior to us. Imagine what would have happened to her if you had not bought us. We will be loyal to you in return. I give my word." Theseus' ample eyebrows lift, and his thumb idles up the marble cord of Barking's jugular, to maroon softly below her jaw." Much we owe to Elite, then. It was her entreaty to me for help that gave me most pause." Exhaling, he spends a moment adrift in Barking's features, savoring their fine sweeps and supple curves like an epicure enjoying a masterwork. Then his attention lifts to the figure on the bed, and he inquires,"I would have Rebel and Elite stay in the other room. Does he know how to care for her well enough?" Barking considers all that his inquiry implies, and her answer comes slowly." He does." As if summoned a heavy knock on the door signals the return of Jubal. Theseus rises languidly. He places a palm on Barking's head as he erects himself, in a gesture that she should stay where she sits. Ambling over to the door, he glances down at the floor to note whether one or multiple shadows are cast over it. One hand finds the lock and latch; the other, by instinct, gathers the pommel of his sword. Then, casually, he opens it, bidding the man on the other side to, "Enter, Rebel." The Nubian enters wearing a white tunic covered with a skirt of leather straps that fall to his knees. His chins are protected with thick leather tied at the knee and strapped at the ankle to sandals. Over one shoulder is a canvas satchel stuffed to its seams. Around his waist a sword belt holds twin bananas. Slung across his back is a long bow of decent craftsmanship. In his hands he holds a tray of steaming meats and vegetables, a stack of napkins, bowls of spices and a very large pitcher of wine. He stands in the door frame filling it with darkness while taking in the situation. When he steps in his voice is rich tones of subtle humor." Our hostess is not pleased we will be eating up here. She said to tell you there would be a cleaning charge." Theseus saunters off to the chair, arm extended in invitation to place the food down. He looks at no one in particular, though the brooding flight of his gaze alights to mark each of the occupants. His answer comes as dry as sepulchral dust as he settles back to sitting next to Barking." I will be sure to bill the next rich Roman I come across." Seating his hand once again on the reassuring sweep of sinewy Erika, Theseus catches his eyes on Rebel's and speaks to him with firm efficiency." Barkida told me of your situation. I have informed her that I will keep you as slaves only until such a time as I can be sure to deliver you into safe custody and lasting security as befits your station. Until that time, I'll have my will done absolutely, but you can be assured that I will provide for you all in every way." Theseus brings his palm up to cushion the base of Barking's skull, her hair poured over his hand's rim." I know this land well. I can act as a public face as well as a strong arm. Furthermore, I will not dally in leading you from this war." Jubal looks at Elite who is busy tracing patterns and then to Barking who nods confirmation. He sets the tray up on a side table and with his back turned while he sets portions into bowls says, "That makes you the boss. As long as I am keeping that little princess safe, your will be done absolutely. Same for us both. And you will have our protection as well as we have yours." When he turns around he presents Theseus and Barking each with a bowl of roasted meat, carrots and potatoes. To Barking he says,"I'll see if I can persuade the princess she is hungry." The red-head replies with a snort,"You might as well eat Jubal, you know she isn't going to eat till morning. Best we can do is get some wine into her today." Theseus casually swaps bowls with Barking and begins eating with gusto. As he does, he replies to Rebel,"Yes, the princess is certainly your priority. After the meal, if you would escort her into the other room and tend her overnight. I will remain here with Barking." Taking a plug from his waterski to wash down the large portions, Theseus inquires of Rebel,"Any questions you might have from me?" Jubal delivers wine goblets he's filled from the pitcher and shrugs." I could ask you why you'd buy three expensive slaves just to set the free, but it's bad luck to question good luck my people say." Barkida takes her wine goblet and sets it at her feet. "My people have no such beliefs. I'd like to know why." Her slender fingers pluck a piece of potato from the bowl, and she closes her eyes to savor it while she chews. Theseus sticks with water for now, swallowing a long pull before answering. He addresses Barking directly, speaking in his usual level, regal tone." Aelita's plea intrigued me enough to stay. When you were brought on the block, I thought to purchase you for pleasure and for protection. I may be heading through some unfriendly territory, and felt I could use both." Jebel interested me for the same reasons. And after I learned who Elite was, well..." Theseus exhales, raising his head as though the weight of his breath had fled and allowed it to elevate. "I would like to say it was entirely out of the interest of returning her to a high station and collecting some measure of recompense. After all, spending around twenty gold for a princess is a sound investment." Theseus' hand lifts from his bowl in a dismissive wave. "However, some part of me, as a Greek, revolted to the notion of a princess of the royal household being kept by some callow fate. So, investment or not, I was compelled." He then returns to the business of eating, working to devour the bowl's contents. Jubal, busy arranging more food into bowls answers, "That's just what I figured, Boss"Barking lifts her wine, takes a drink and offers it to Theseus, "What will you have us call you?" Theseus fetches up the wine and sips thirstily from it. Its bite reminded him of how eager his flesh was to shed some of the subtle tensions of the day. As its smoky warmth permeates him, he appreciates it for a moment, then sets the cup back in Barking's grasp." Master Theseus." He tells them, then sets his bowl aside, meal complete, and turns to the mellower appetite of appreciating the curious household he had come to collect. While Theseus drinks Label has arranged potato and carrot pieces in an alternating circle in a bowl. Only three pieces break the pattern. He takes this and a cup of wine to Alike, placing the food on the blanket near her hand. Aelika's tracing is interrupted by the bowl, and she shakes her head but rises up enough to look inside. A misplaced carrot is plucked away with small but efficient fingers. It goes into her mouth after a brief survey of the bed for another place might belong. The errant potato and another piece of carrot join it. The simple pattern in the bowl is now unbroken and Label removes it with a wink to Barking." Clever." She rewards him with a rare smile. Taking the wine back from she raises it slightly,"Salute, Master Theseus." Jabel lifts his own glass,"Master Theseus." He takes a drink and offers his cup to the Alike, she lifts it as Barking had." Salute, Master Theseus." And the Princess takes a drink. Despite himself, Theseus feels a blush of pride at the commendation. Though he knew it didn't filter into the smooth olive of his stony remove, he marvelled at it. Perhaps he was not so callous a conqueror as he had imagined. Was it Greek military tradition and Greek domination he had so valued in his life, then? Or was it the results of that domination - the equity, the hope, the notion that the human soul was a force powerful enough to transcend the fetters of station, ignorance, even biology, and elevate any one person to holiness - that drew him so? He had, since youth, sought to be a conqueror, in the tradition of Xenophon, of Alexander: He had craved combat with a carnal urgency, and been drawn to the exhilaration of bending another's will to his. All the arts of that end, he had studied with a fascination - with the aim of establishing a new and incredible pediment for perfection's standard. But now, with the glasses raised in his honor and his voice caught in the grateful glow of moistened lips, Theseus suspected something more sublime - something more about creation than destruction - had directed him in his training. He had prepared for war, but out of seeking this. It was a sensation not unlike glory, but with none of its brazen ephemera. It was too visceral and too vain to be mere gratitude. Furthermore, it was not entirely responsibility, as it made the burdens of his worry lighter, but it was certainly fastened to an interest in the fates of those around him. He suspected it was care. But Theseus had been taught, through fierce swats with the trainer's stick and harsh glances from competitors, to take care to keep his shield up at all times, his sword ready in the guard position, his feet firmly set in the sand. And so he gave no liberated demonstration of his joy, only lifting his cup to the assembly, nodding in happy agreement, and drinking with them. Then he settled into his secret enjoyment of the moment, sitting like a throne as the meal progressed, but feeling like a feather. Jubal shoves a portion of roast into his mouth and makes short work of it before wolfing down a couple of potatoes. He collected all the bowls and returned them to the tray, refilled Theseus and Barking's cups and then lifted the princess off the bed into the cradle of his arms. Once settled she rested her head against his chest." I'll see to the Princess then." He said and headed to the door." Oh. Forgot this." Jebal tossed a much lighter pouch of coins to Theseus. And now, Theseus finally cracks. The vision of Jubal collecting Elite up and bearing her off resonates vastly within him. It culls up the crude oil of emotion that Barking's story had struck and siphoned nearly to his surface - the grim awe at all they had suffered, all the bleakness about them, all the hope and joy they held together with. It sounds the same tone as his recent considerations about the nature of his care for them. And on a basic, human level, it touches him. Now, Theseus finally smiles." Rest well, Jubal, Elite."he tells them, feeling flexing the timbre of his voice. He snatches the coin pouch out of the air, and then sets it aside. His attention follows Jubal out of the door, as fixed to him and Elite as the giant's arms were around the resting princess. Then, detached by the click of the door's latch, it drifts down to settle on Barking again. For a moment, it indulges itself simply with permeating her features, sinking into their sandalwood complexion like fingers into soap. That is indulgence enough; exploring her eyes in all their shifting hues of emotion, taking the precise measure of her features. Then his hand descends. It sets on her jaw's rim, coarse as the lid of a saddlebag, and then begins to slip. Scraping its way down her, it soaks up the suppleness of her neck, dips down a bare breast with exquisite slowness, and slices with the speed of settling snow upon her flank. The emotion Theseus observes in Barking's eyes in the moments following Jubal's exit with the princess are like the shifting colors of a kaleidoscope. With the princess gone the mask slips as if there were nothing to hold it in place, its purpose lost. The eyes beneath are in a sea of unfamiliar territory. Hesitant at first, as if shy, she lifts her eyes to look back at him. Theseus can almost see her struggle to hide that hesitation behind a mask that won't stick without the adhesive of duty and habit. When she is staring at him, he can see hesitation shift to resolve and as a moment passes like fine focus her resolve turns to uncertainty. With finer focus yet, at her edges he can see and even smell a tiny seed of fear. His hand passes over muscles set to spring. Their taut pull tells him that without resolve she would flee from that touch and all that it meant. Theseus continues to stroke her side in regular, soothing avalanches of his palm. Then, a sweep fastens about her bottom, and lifts, and fuses his fingers into its flesh. With her so fastened, he feels her must collar her in the calm of touches on her neck. He rubs there, indolent as the wash of a warm bath, conveying a message of serenity in tune with the blanket of his voice. As he speaks, Theseus guides her up and around to before his spread legs." I bought you, for I was fascinated with you. How you stood. How you carried yourself." He leads his hand in libations down her back, savoring the curve of it. Her beauty was gem like to him, the tension in her making the facets sharp and bright." I wanted to keep you. Keep that pride and strength from others. Touch and tend it myself." Touch he does. His hand rumbles down her ribs and back as he guides her to between his legs. His eyes are riveted in hers, possessing the space in her, seeking that tension and looking to pierce it, claim it, lock it to him." The virtue of your family compels me." Theseus confesses, enjoying the experience of sharing himself with her, enjoying her as the palette of his will and desire. "But it was my lust and appreciation for you that first inspired me." And lust he exhibits. Though his countenance remains a stony remove, his hand a river of stone on Barking's back, side and bottom, Theseus' sex visibly shoves against his breeches. An axe haft, enormous with rigidity, it shoves against the leather towards her body and does not relent. Barking was at a loss. Her gaze shifted uncomfortably under his as he lifted and led her to stand before him. She was unsure what to do with her hands, where to look, what to do with the feeling of his hands stroking her neck, back and bottom. She was accustomed to knowing what needed to be done and how to do it and so, finding herself knowing neither, she was like a nervous filly caught between being soothed and rearing up to crush whoever came too close. Her gaze finally settled on the bulge pulling his breeches tight and there it stayed as if a careful study of his arousal might give her the insight she lacked. Noticing Bardic's hands adrift, Theseus conducts them. He fetches Bardic's wrist in his hand, lifting it from her neck while his other hand brushes her bottom in a sheer rhythm. He raises her fingers to alight on his neck, the effect stretching her out before him. Then her other hand is gathered, guided to knit with her other hand. He is fiercely hard, and that hardness hammers with an urgency that he can feel rocking the base of his chest and surging through his ankles. But Theseus savored the delay as much as the apex of excitement and, in extending his touching of Bardic, extends his pleasure. He saddles Bardic's haunch in his hand and touches the muscles of her thigh with his tongue, then gathers her cheek in his palm. Nuzzling her jaw, he tells her,"Look into me, my Bardic." He tilts her eyes to the black embrace of his. He draws on them. His ardor mounts with that feeling of magnetism. Nuzzling her bottom, he tells her,"Be moved." His hand closes to swallow the warmth churned up there, while the other drops to the bulging side of her breast. Nuzzling the base of her breast, he brings her face close to his. He exults in the reflection of his breath on her face. It races over her like claws, peeling up her scent for him to feast on. It opens his mouth." Be touched." He commands her, and takes the taste of the edge of her mouth in a kiss.

An Army From Chaos|rating:4.0

Somewhere in a Dream...

I closed my eyes late that night, and slept until early that morning. I woke with a start. Afraid. Something's after me. Something scary. Something is not quite right. My eyes fly open, and next to my bed: your shoes; well-worn, black and blue candles. I'm confused and sit up, letting my blankets fall from my uncovered form. My eyes race across the room, only to find you on my sofa nearby, reclining back, relaxed and at ease." Relax," you say wordlessly, your mouth not moving as you burn the words into my mind. "He sent me here after you called. I'll watch over you while he's at work." The car engine groans to life and rumbles off into the distance as you lay on my bed without moving an inch." I'll stay here until you no longer need me." I sigh and close my eyes, feeling you gently pull me into your arms and away onto the Dreamscape.****************************IOC: Welcome to my dream, folks. Post an opening, your entrance into the void of dreams. I'll take it from there. The rules are simple: Don't wake up. I'm the First Dreamer, so the dream is my own. Pop in and visit, see what becomes of us, but be warned: as in real life, this is my dream and so caters to my fantasy. Enjoy!~Fire Rain. Chase Meridian woke up suddenly, gasping for air and sweating profusely. Had I been dreaming? I couldn't remember. I had kicked off the sheet that had been covering me during the night. My name's Chase Meridian and I'm a Dream Hopper. I'm not quite sure what that is myself, but it seems that I find myself in other peoples dreams whenever I go to sleep, or they find themselves in mine. It's usually the former. I got up and noticed that my whole body was dripping with sweat, and I'm well-toned, so it made it me look quite sexy. Why were females never around for moments like this? I poured myself a glass of water and went back to sleep... DreamHopperBack to bed, back to bed... I curl up in my blankets, feeling the dream-warmth near me as I, in my dream-self's body, sit up and open my eyes. What wonders befall my eyes, as I glance around, gawking at the tall, alien forest surrounding me. The leaves on the trees are a deep green, though glints and sparkles of silver hint at the color on the leaves other sides. I rise to my feet and look about, noticing a small, rock-strewn, dirt road not far from myself. 'It must be midday,' I think to myself as I look around, 'the sun is bright, and there is no mist to amplify the shafts of sunlight cutting to the ground.' Chase Meridian woke up into her dream. I knew it was a dream somehow, and I knew it wasn't mine. It also felt oddly real. Scarily real in fact. Funny, I thought, But every time I die in a dream I wake up. If I kill myself... No. Knowing my luck it would be real.... And I looked around... For some reason I'm in a tree. A very tall tree. And about forty feet below me, I can make out a figure. It seems to be a very beautiful, female figure, but at this distance it's hard to make out. And then my luck began. The branch broke... IOC: Interesting.......very interesting......can I join in too? I will just watch and then join in if it is OK with the person who started this thread. DreamstalkerUnobserved, I watch from the distance. I am the shadow. I am the nightmare. Furthermore, I am your death. The dreamers seem to sense my presence. They wake up screaming, knowing nothing of the truth. Ah...there's one now. This idiot's mind, for no good reason, has placed him up in a tree. I patiently wait for the branch to break...predictable, so damn predictable! Melting into the shadows, I set out toward the doomed dreamer. "IOC: Interesting.......very interesting......can I join in too? I will just watch and then join in if it is OK with the person who started this thread."IOC: Sure! Looks like we've got a villain (Faust), a hero, and a damsel in distress! =) Thanks for asking! That was REALLY sweet of you! =)Fire Rain. The peaceful and serene scene does much to relax the disoriented me. I look about, pushing a stubborn lock of thickly curled brown hair from my eyes, studying the surrounding landscape, and failing to notice the creeping darkness. The loud, ear-shattering sound of bark and limb and leaf breaking forces me to jump and turn to look up, moving backward quickly. I gather my skirts, though where they can from, I doubt I'll know, and shuffle my leather handle-cladd feet across the pine needle covered ground. I gasp, watching a young man fall from the tree, unaware of the shroud of shadow creeping in upon me and my newest visitor. RE: Posts by Unregistered That was me, guys! I forgot to sign in!! My apologies! I hope I didn't throw anyone off!! Where's the auto-log-in button?FR. DreamstalkerCloser, ever closer... I move with a patience that comes from the knowledge that all eternity is mine. And yet, silent voices hurry me along, crying out for blood lest the dreamers awaken. I stalk, but I never hesitate. Drawing nearer, I realize that I am hunting a different breed of prey. Dream Hoppers! This will be no mundane kill. Constantly moving in and out of dreams, they are elusive creatures, flaunting their powers, daring me to strike... You are mine! I have reached the last of the shadows. A small dash now into the open, and it will be over... I can almost taste the bittersweet flavor of their psyches, almost hear their silent screams as I tear their minds to pieces. Enjoy your last dream, fools, for you'll never wake up. NOW! I leap out of the shadows, a blur of motion heading for the tree... Lullaby Sit At An old Western Bar I Down A glass Of risky As The bar I'm in changes to a Forest.The Wind Blows Through my long red hair. I scratch my steel cover chin I rough looking But still handsome And in good shape. A Man Falls Form A Broken Branch A Woman Is Started And Runs to see him. She must Be The Dreamer He's A Real psyche must be A Dream Hope. Then I sens him The Dream stalker. Or As I And the Other Flat Liners called him Nightmare~ Damn Us We Set Him Loss in to the Dream Scale Tempting Dreams And Death. Now I have Be Charged With Stopping The Hunter. I Look At The Shadows He's There Ready to Attack. I am Still in Western Cloths From the last dream I was in I Draw My Guns And run towards the Two dreamers. I fire My guns To get their Attention As I reach Them He Attacks The Stalker Leaps Forward. Shoot out of reflex i Shoot him in the shoulders With my guns it will slow him down But won't stop him. But Hopeful slow him Down This Ain't The First Time we have face since his release but with any luck it will be the last. Luck Who am I Kidding. SHIT! The pain shoots through my left shoulder like a lightning bolt. Instinctively, I clamp my hand over the wound. Black, oily blood seeps out between my fingers. Pain, wound, blood....illusions all of them! I almost laugh at my reaction. A minor adjustment to the Dreamscape...there, the wound is gone. Down to business. In a fraction of a second, I twist and locate the source of this unexpected distraction. Some kind of goddamn cowboy. I notice the ethereal glow in his eyes, an awareness that seems to encompass infinite dimensions. Of course, a Flat Liner! This one seems familiar, though I can't tell for sure. I've killed too many of them to keep track of faces. Can't focus on the Dream Hoppers now. The gunshots startled them - they are already probably waking up. Another time, maybe. But the Flat Liner, ha! His time is up. Having no physical body, he can't leave the Dreamscape. Before he can react, I leap at him, feeling my claws make contact with his chest.... Lullaby**SHIT! The pain shoots through my left shoulder like a lightning bolt. Instinctively, I clamp my hand over the wound. Black, oily blood seeps out between my fingers. Pain, wound, blood....illusions all of them!**His Thoughts Briefly pass through mine He attack Me Now Fuck That stings Like A Bitch. His Claws sink in to my chest. He must not have recognized me totally, or he would Have tried a more effective maneuver. I Quickly clocked Monster On the Chin Which only resulted in Getting the Dream stalker off of me I grabbed my chest The Black Blood Seeping through my Fingers. I'll Never get use to that This Body That is secret than the One I had when I Was ..... Alive no I am still Alive No When I was in the waking world that's it. When My Name was Alex Develop. I Clear my mind As My Body mends And the dreamscape bends to help me. It is Now I Brake the Silence of the dream." Now Nightmare~ You can do better Than That. You Disappoint Old Lullaby." Yes I know its Bad idea to Mount A being that hunts Dreamers But What Can I say if I was Smart I wouldn't be in this Mess. Inertial begin to sing to vary reason this hunter of dreams named me Lullaby." You Are The dreamer... Reaching the dream... Walk in reality .... But Fantasy it seems......" DreamstalkerThe soft song cascades through my body, grabbing at every aspect of my existence... The goddamn Lullaby! It tugs at my very core, causing my grip on the Dreamscape to give way...erasing me...NO! I haven't survived for thousands of years by dying so easily! Gathering an illusionary breath of air into my lungs, I scream out "NOT GOOD ENOUGH, ASSHOLE!!!" My voice echoes through the Dreamscape, blanketing the hypnotic song. Control comes rushing back into my body. I reach out with my mind, catching the endless threads of the Dreamscape, altering the dream... Before the fool knows it, he is free-falling through the air, the ground rushing forth to claim his life... Lullabies I Sang Out of nerves; The Dream Stalker Seam to not like My Singing Ive notice that. I can Attack defend And Mount All I like But What seams to get on his nerves is My Singing. what's He's yelling Something about Not good enough And me being an asshole AH Fuck I'm Falling. Got to clear my mind I smile As I Remember This is the dreams cape even A Piker like me Can Fly on angelic wings. I stop falling I glide to the Ground Ive lost my ELINT Of Sure prize I Quickly Pull my strength to cars the Forest Around The Stalker to tie his feet. I than Jump From This Dream To Another maybe this Time he'll hunt me and not Some helpless dreamer it would help me a lot if I were the hunted and not the hunter IOC: Some etiquette you all should know. It's rude, to me, to pose what happens to another character. The following I'll use as an example. Please do NOT take this as me trying to be mean or hurtful."i Shoot him in the shoulders With my guns it will slow him down But won't stop him. But Hopeful slow him Down This Ain't The First Time we have face since his release but with any luck it will be the last. Luck Who am I Kidding." This could be better posed as:"I aim my guns at the Shadow, hoping to hit in the shoulders, hoping that will slow him down." Anyway, just a note for next time. =) Thanks for listening!FR. Gun shots ring out through the forest... The young woman, her soft brown curls falling to her eyes, leans at the fallen dreamer's side. A mere heartbeat, an eternity, passes been the two dreamers, as they met gazes.**I am Isabel, ** the woman's mind flutters, her mouth moving only slightly at the thoughts. Before the other could respond, the silence is broken, as gun fire sings into the silence with the booming voice of thunder. Isabel gasps, frightened again, as a fight erupts around her. She clutches at the other dreamer, hoping to hide within his protective arms, as she watches, in horror, a strange cowboy fight a dark, brooding shadow. DreamstalkerThe forest comes alive around me, grabbing me with its vines and roots, pulling me to the ground. A single thread of my awareness, tracking the free-falling Flat Liner, confirms that he has left this dream. Good. The fool is running scared. I'll take care of him later. I send the full force of my mind into the Dreamscape, taking stock of my situation. Furthermore, I barely manage to catch a soft whisper of thought: **I am Isabel** My mind follows the thought back to its source... There! The woman is kneeling next to the fallen Hopper, as if trying to protect him from my fury. How entertaining! I send my mind spinning through the Dreamscape, grabbing at its strings, corrupting the dream. The forest silently dies around me. The trees wither and crumble, their leaves floating away in the breeze. The vines holding me down cease their attack, drying up at my mental command. I rip through them, and once again stand before the dreamers. Smiling victoriously, I once again approach my prey... As the forest dies... Isabel stands, putting her back to the still Dream Hopper. Her ginger eyes widen in fear as she flicks her gaze about her. Her eyes settle on the Shadow moving toward her, and she screams!IOC: Lets wait a day or two, see if the dream-hopper rejoins us. If not, we'll assume he woke up and so left the dream, and then we'll continue. Sound good? IOC:I apologize if i amended you Or Faust I was just Trying to make it interest ING And I some time for get I can't always work On A curious Tit for Tat. Mean I did first Shoot him in the Holders but I than allowed him to sink his claws in to me. But You were right it was rude to just shoot him and not also him the chance to chose what happens to him, I Am sorry. IOC: Rudeness? Not a problem!IOC: Don't worry about it. Just letting you know. =) Better that than have me get all uppity about it and be rude myself. =) Than for being cool about it. IOC: Continued: Okay. Chronicler hasn't joined us in several days, so let's continue. I was the last to pose Icy, so someone else needs to take up the thread from there. Lullabies the forest dies a tiny millipede crawls from the rotten wooden grave that moments before was a massive tree. It crawls up ONT the foot of the dream stalker, who flicks it away without a thought. Good, I've found you. I must get you away from her. I feel my tiny form grow larger, stronger. Yes, a tiger, that works. Let's see we have one scared dreamer And one ugly Nightmare~ MMM... What are options What would A Tiger do. I suddenly pounce, letting out a low growl, the intense rage shimmering in my feline eyes. DreamstalkerOOC: Hey Dark Talon, I have no problem with getting shot. It just adds to the flow of the story. Well, back to work...IC: With regret, I watch the fallen Dream Hopper fade out of existence. Looks like he has woken up, lucky fool. He has escaped me for now, but sooner or later, he'll be back. Anyway, I still have one victim left. As I approach, I hear the female fool scream in terror. Ah, what music to my ears! I feel recharged by the scream. At the same time, I notice a new development behind me. The cowboy has returned in another form... I observe him shift into a tiger. Perhaps he is insane after all? I let him escape a minute ago and the fool is back! There will be no escape for him this time. Hamm...it appears he is trying to catch me off guard. Doesn't he realize that in the Dreamscape, eyes are just illusion, while the Mind is everywhere!? Fatal mistake. As he pounces, I duck, and the fool sails over me, his trajectory taking him straight toward the girl... Tigers! Oh, my! Isabel gasps in fright and drops to the ground, on her back, hoping the flying tiger will pass her by. 'Okay, I'm dreaming, I know that now. I've got to relax and think,' she mused to herself quickly. Her gaze moves to the Shadow, as she thinks the tiger was an attack from him. 'Oh. You're after me, huh?' she thinks to herself, as she glances about quickly, 'Fine. Guardian, you're not here. I'll have to handle this alone.' She determinedly sets her jaw and glares at the Shadow. LullabyeDamn it he ducked. Fuck I'm heading For the girl. She is cute damn i long to be human again. As I think these thoughts I get a whisper of one of her thought *~*Guardian*~* I that run My Self back to my human From this Tim A Am Wearing Letter Pants With Armor On them. I am also wearing A Chest plat With the pic of Note carved on it. A letter trench cote. And A sword in my Han I go into A Flip And land On My Feet Behind the Girl. I Than Speed once more" I'll Protect you Ma'lady. This Easterly Fend of a nightmare~ Will Not harm the." God, I hope that sound hero and knight like. I than get I front of her And get red to Do Battle with Nightmare~As Long as i don't get nerves and sing I would be alright. Watching the Flat Liner morph into a pseudo-medieval knight, a thought comes to my mind- *This asshole has a flair for the ridiculous!* Cowboy, tiger, swordsman... perhaps he really enjoyed playing dress-up in his last life? He, he.... More likely, he is running scared, grasping at any straw his feeble mind offers him. I should kill him now, but he is too entertaining to waste so quickly. Why not have some fun first? While the Flat Liner expresses his misplaced bravado to the girl, I reach inward, altering my manifestation... I am now a creature straight out of fantasy - a giant green dragon that towers effortlessly over the highest trees. I roar, the force of which shakes the very ground on which we stand. It's the little things like that which make mundane kills truly enjoyable. Ah yes, kills... I open my jaws wide, showering the fools with crimson flames. My Knight in Shining Armor vs The Dragon of Shadow Seeing the knight step in front of her, Isabel takes the moment to collect herself and draw herself up to her feet. "Thank you, m'lord," she replies to the armored figure before her. With wide eyes, Isabel watches in horror as the shadowy man becomes a shadowy knight. As the green, fire-breathing dragon opens his mouth and roars, Isabel narrows her eyes and puts a hand to her brow, as if trying to shade her eyes from the sun. LullabyeOOC: If Name people fall asleep they Come to the Dreams cape But Wit if You are From the Dreams cape Like My Guy And Faust Guy AN you fall asleep For You Go to the Real world ? Faust Check your pm Be for you post pleas IC: Child Damn it i all way for get the child. But it's Not To Late Quickly I Sum full body child from the dreams cape He roars I know he's Bout Fire on us. Damn it My Nerves are kicking in I Start To Sing Again." You are the dreamer Reaching the Dream... Walk in reality But Fantasy it seems ..." The Nightmare~ Dragon Francis In pain God this place makes me in to what he is so I can stop him and all it take is A Song Am I that easy to beat to. Is All It will take is A Song. DreamstalkerOOC: Good question. I guess since sleeping is a biological function, and we dream folks have no physical bodies, we probably never dream. Our entire existence IS the dream...IC:The song. The goddamned song again! As the pain ripples through me, I momentarily consider singing the second verse... That might shut him up for a while! Give the fool a taste of his own medicine, indeed. Make him suffer! I reject the idea almost as soon as I think of it. I don't want to destroy the fool...not yet. For now, he is much more value bale alive. I must learn the source of his song first, how it channels such destructive powers. "We will meet again, you little bastards. Do not for a moment believe this is over." I let the wind carry my voice as I fade into the shadows and out of the dream. I will watch from the distance, and I will learn... Then I will kill.IOC: Sorry guys, but some urgent business forces me to leave town for a week. You can assume I'll be watching from the shadows, so keep the dream going. Can't wait to see what you've got when I get back! A song. A song will save the world. Isabel watches the interplay, her lips pursed in thought. 'Music...' the sole thought flicks through her mind, to store to later. She turns to the knight...cowboy...tiger...thing? "My thanks, stranger." Her voice is soft, melodious, neither high and squeaky, nor deep and rumbling. Lullaby" It was No Problem" I said with a smile. You know my powers week an when the monster takes a rest I'm Stuck in this Dream I look at the woman I'm with Least I'm Stuck with her. I Smile As I Cause the forest to Rebuild and re grow" Shall we See where this Dream gone." Where Dreams May Wander... Isabel smiles at the stranger, before nodding, and looking around, "So, it /is/ a dream." Her voice... she sounds neither surprised nor relieved. Like she was expecting this surprise. She extends her hand, and nods quickly, "I'm Isabel. What's your name?" Lullaby" My name? Well The Dream Stalker calls Me Lullaby That is my name Now. That is What I am now A soothing dream." The Walked Together. He Drew A berth A Consecrated To cause the Sky to turn to Night A Romantic Full Moon And Beautiful Sparkling stars filled it. He Smiled At Her What's in a name?" Lullabye," Isabel intones to herself, her voice thoughtful. She opens her mouth to ask a question, when the star-filled night sky catches her attention. Her mouth stays open in a soft gasp of wonder. Reflecting in her soft eyes, the stars twinkle brightly, dancing merrily in their sea of soft deep blue. A smile spreads over her face, and she giggles, turning to glance at Lullaby before stepping away to enjoy the sight of the night sky above. Chase Meridian: Sorry about that. Connection troubles. I might be on and off for a while now, but I'll try my best. I'll just start out again, still as the same character, if that's ok with everyone?IC: I woke up. Furthermore, I had only been asleep a little while, but something had awakened me. Furthermore, I thought of my travels in my dreams and other peoples' dreams, and yet... Not in one of them had I encountered something like her. There had been beautiful women, but I had always managed to brush off the memory of them. She... She was something different. Absolutely pure. I wondered if I would see her again. I closed my eyes and let Morpheus guide me into the light... Lullaby looked her as she gazed at his sky" Beautiful isn't it, And It don't even Come Close to matching yours." His Eyes shimmer as he looked at her. Sky Eyes. Isabel blinks a moment at Lullaby's complement. She drops her eyes from the twinkling stars to laugh, not coy, not with a wink, just a laugh of... what? I'm not sure. She looks around the forest, "Well... now what?" Lullaby" I don't Know Ma'Lady This your dream I Am but A part of it." He gazed at the dutiful woman. Isabel blinks lightly. 'My... Dream,' she thinks to herself? She looks around the once-again-lush forest. She inhales slowly, as she ponders, looking around for something to do. 'I've got control here. I've never done that before. Better keep it realistic, or I might get lost.' She turns to move down a road that wasn't there before. "Let's see where this road takes us."IOC: Yes, this is an open RP. Everyone is welcome to pop in and stay as long as you want! Let's get some action going! =) DreamstalkerA speck of darkness in an endless sea of illusion, I surf the Dreamscape, all the while focusing my attention on the forest dream. I am beginning to understand how the Song works - it is based more on the pitch than on the actual words. The fool projects his voice in a manner which interferes with the Dreamscape, disassembling it at its source... Interesting. Soon, I will be able to wield this strange weapon in the Hunt. The fool doesn't know it yet, but his life is losing its worth by the second... I feel a painful emptiness well up inside me. Shit, seems like I haven't been taking good care of myself lately. Luckily for me, there's some prey closely. An old granny, Italian by the looks of her, she's having a nightmare in which she flees an invisible foe. I size the opening, popping into her dream. She's on the verge of awakening - I must be very careful. Assuming the form of her long-dead daughter, I step into her path. Fooled, she stops, yells something I can't make out, and runs toward me with open arms. As she tries to hug me, I turn my arms into blades, and with a single cross-cut relieve her of her head. Bingo! I sink my fangs into the cranium, drinking in all of her psyche. Her mind-force recharges me, but it won't last for long... Letting the dream crumble behind me, I go back to the Hunt. Chase Meridian"I'm back" I thought. Something hard hit me at incredible an incredible speed. "Ugh. And so is the Dream Stalker"We both pushed ourselves off the ground simultaneously, and flying, we put over forty feet of distance between ourselves. He was crouching on a branch. So was I. He smiled at me and I watched has his hands shifted into chainsaws. I smiled and pulled out Archangel, my sword. It was glowing, as it always did when nightmares were around. I'd be alright, so long as I didn't let him find out my one fear... DreamstalkerA silent hunter stalking his prey, I float in the nothingness just beyond the dream. Thousands of years in the Hunt have honed my senses to superhuman proportions. A small corner of my mind detects the approaching Dream Hopper while he is still out of the range of vision. Immediately, I recognize him - the man from before! It seems like luck is with me tonight. Mentally tracking him through the Dreamscape, I can't shake the feeling that I've encountered him before... Of course, a Dream Hopper can take any shape he wishes, so I can't tell for sure. Only one way to find out. As he glides closer, still oblivious to my presence, I disrupt the net under him, dumping him back into the dream. Now I have him right where I want him. I dive into the dream, materializing on a branch nearby. The man raises himself off the ground, bringing a strange sword into view. No telling what kind of powers this mortal has. I keep my distance, trying to see through the illusion, searching for weaknesses... Chase Meridian My mind exploded with the impact of the Dream Stalker's probing. I was reeling, but I reinforced my fears with the mental equivalent of a steel wall. I watched him stagger off his perch and plummet to the ground below. His fall was cushioned by the greenery of the forest. DreamstalkerThe sudden mental shock loosens my grip on the dream for a millisecond, causing me to dissolve through the branches. I regain a hold instantly, twisting through the air and landing on my feet. This mortal is powerful indeed. Still, I was able to sense a terrible fear in him before he raised the mental wall. Excellent. I will exploit this weakness...his death will replenish my dwindling reserves of psyche. First, let's keep him off guard - I send my mind racing forward, delivering a mental blow that knocks him back 50 feet, smashing through tree trunks and various bushes. Chase Meridian The blow was crushing. I'd have to beef myself up a little bit. Concentrating, I managed to recover something from the Dreamer's memory. It was a massive bodysuit, it looked mechanical, although it also seemed to be made of stone. It was probably something she imagined while reading a fantasy novel. The next moment it was on me. Although it seemed to be immensely powerful, it also seemed to be incredibly light, making all movement as free and fluid as possible. There wasn't anything to protect me from the mental blows though, and they were harsh, considering the Nightmare was pure, psychic energy. It would shield me from most of the physical damage though... Getting up, I raised my sword into the air. For a moment, the air around the blade was just a blue haze, as though some kind of energy, then, pointing it directly at the Dream Stalker I released a powerful Aura Bolt. He disappeared, hidden in the clouds of dust that had arisen during our battle. Maybe I'd finished him -The wave of rocks hit me, making a rattling noise on the bodysuit, but I remained relatively unscathed. A figure was emerging from the dust-clouds. It looked different... Oh, no. The Dream Stalker had discovered my one secret: I was arachnophobic (is that even how you spell it?)... Oh, no... not again! The serenity of the forest is broken when fighting begins again. Isabel gasps and, perhaps not with the best common-sense, runs in the direction of the fight. DreamstalkerMy ploy has worked. As the mortal was thrown backward, he let his defenses slip just a bit... Enough for me to sense his greatest fear. Stupid of him, very stupid. Let your guard down in the Dreamscape, and you are fucked. Now, he's fucked. Allowing myself to be enveloped in a cloud of dust, I easily dodge his attack. The bolt strikes nowhere near me, causing a minor earthquake that does more harm to him than to me. Stupid, stupid, stupid... Emerging from the dust cloud, I have already altered my form to better suit his fears. He stares in horror as a hairy black tarantula the size of a minivan materializes before him. Paralyzed by fear, he can only watch helplessly as I snatch away his sword and shatter it in my hairy jaws. Then, oozing green venom, I triumphantly move in for the kill... Chase Meridian: Whatever happened to mutual respect in RPGs? Remember you can't kill someone else's character, and shattering my sword wasn't such a great move, so I'll pretend you didn't. The reason for this is that the sword is directly linked to my character and his storyline, get my drift? Anyway, we'll carry on... IOC: What the hell? I don't recall killing you. "Moving in for the kill" means exactly that - MOVING in. Not KILLING. This is a dream - resurrect your sword if you so wish. Pull a new one out. Reverse time. You have infinite options, but you're just going to ignore the story?!? Respect? You're the one that started writing for my character in the first place (8 posts back). Remember, hypocrisy generally tends to weaken your argument. IOC:mutual respect in RPGs 1011. No seek kill: You Don't kill some ones guy without provision (Rule has not been Broken)2. Gamer certify: if you post for someone el's Let them post for your Tit for tat (this One Not Broken So far.)3. No fall bugged: if you have problem Mack sure it Ain't Your Fact First (Broken by Chronicler)4 Dill in Privet : Solve problems With PM.(Toke Note Chronicler) Calm down...IOC: I apologize if I sounded offended and offended you in turn Faust. I know you didn't kill me, it just looked like you might in the future. This was just my way of asking to bring the sword back. And no rules have been broken Dark Talon, by anyone, so don't worry about it. DreamstalkerOOC: Hey, no problem...IC: I bite down hard, feeling the blade shatter in my jaws, and...the pieces dissolve to nothingness. An illusion!?! Yes, this mortal seems to have a few tricks up his sleeve. I can see the real sword still gleaming in his hands. Well, can't do anything about that now... Snapping my fangs for added effect, I pounce on the mortal. An Attack!! Running into the clearing where the Nightmare and the other man fight, Isabel skids to a stop. She yells, trying to catch the Nightmare's attention, "Hey, you are sorry excuse for a bad dream! Come on and attack a mind more your strength!" Oh, she hopes this works!! Only a moment for him to recover and counterattack, after that... who knows? DreamStalkerThe shrill voice coming from behind serves only to irritate me. Without turning around, I locate its source - the female! Against all common sense, she has foolishly charged into our battle. I doubt I'll ever understand humans... Of course, my task isn't to understand humans, but to kill them. Perhaps this foolhardy display of insolence is meant to divert my attention from my other prey? Obviously, she fails to fathom the true nature of a nightmare - I can be nowhere, and I can be everywhere! Unlike man, I am not limited to any single form. I split my mind, materializing a second form out of thin air. A bulky knight in black armor that seems to eat light, my second form advances on the girl, menacingly swinging a shimmering pitchfork. Meanwhile, my arachnid form continues its attack on the Dream Hopper. This takes twice the effort, but allows me to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. "You wanted something?" my knight-form rasps, edging towards the girl... Isabel skids to a stop before the knight-mare, glancing over at the demon still attacking the other. She thinks quickly, "Yes. To you! All of you!" DreamstalkerMy knight-form stops in front of the girl, a picture of utter patience. "Actually, I wouldn't bother if I were you. Your guardian is gone, and this second fool..." I glance over my shoulder at the battle raging behind us,"...seems as if he has surrendered to his fate as well. I believe that the dream is over for you. Permanently." Dream's End"My dream? Over," Isabel asks, a brow quirked up slightly, "You are sadly mistaken." She lifts her chin, her eyes brightening with a small reserve of inner strength. She stands her ground against the Nightmare. Lullaby Flatt In Dark Less I am not Just Some human AnyMore I Am the Same As the Night Mere That I Fight So What He Can Do I Can do he Attacks To Girl Be For I Re Appear I Draw My Sword. I Than Material Izzy In Front OF The Nightmare" I Am Not Gone My Old Friend You'll leave long Be For me." I Than Quickly race My Sword in front of my face I Than Split into Three. A Giant The Knight I AM And A Ruby red dragon" And As to Can See What You Can Do I can Do Better." DreamstalkerWell, who would've guessed? The guardian materializes between my knight-form and the girl. I should have sensed him coming. If only my mind hadn't been distracted by the task of controlling two beings..." Welcome back to the Dreamscape, fool. Now DIE!!!" I raise my pitchfork high in the air, letting it fly at the giant... "What if they are?" Bonny stared at him blankly, as if he had just told her she was standing in a tub of frogs. He nodded, urging her mind to at least make the jump. Frank was a stubborn man, always trying to get people to listen and believe his ideas. Listening was one thing, believing... Still, he loved talking about them to anyone. With a shrug of her shoulder, she motioned him to continue." Ok, listen to me. From as far back as we can tell, dreams are nothing more than a psychological cleaning. Something to just relax the brain from its normal function. Then, why are dreams so similar? Why do people claim they've been in other's dreams?" There were tons of theorem Bonny could have spat out to easily take him off of this tangent, but even she was moved by his speech so far. Cursing herself, she let him go on." I think the subconscience is only a part of dreaming. In fact, I think all the dreams connect somewhere."" Connect somewhere?"" Yes, that could explain why someone would jump into another person's dream. It could be as easy as moving from one building to another. A collective subconscious made from every living being on this planet." Now he was losing it. She smiled pleasantly, taking her lunch to the other side of the cafeteria. As she stood, Frank noticed a few eyes wavering at him. His voice must have carried, as it often does in this place. People weren't very high on free thinkers around here. Kind of ironic considering it was a laboratory. With a deep sigh, Frank dropped his lunch into the trash and walked back to his little lab. The theories were there, the experimentation nearly complete. If only he had a way of proving it all. It would be the biggest brake through since electricity. Frank sighed, staring at Bubbles from beyond the glass. Bubbles had been sleeping for three days, and still no EKG signs at all. Perhaps the dosage was interfering with the dream? He made a note of it, before getting back to the Young and the Restless. Charlene was about to come out of her coma, and Frank wanted to know if her unborn child's father is the retired circus clown who is her step-brother, or the Colonel who she had the short affair with after he contracted amnesia and forgot he was married. Ahhh, the real life. No wonder people liked dreams so much. LullabyeThe Giant To The fork in the shoulder I The Knight Lunged My sword In To The Nightmare Dragon As My Giant form Took the pitchfork Out And Thou It At The Nightmare. The Dragon Roared Loud LY As It Asked With my At The Dragoon Night -mere

Somewhere in a Dream...|rating:3.0

SLAVES R US Shii and Despickable

On a small coastal town in Europe stands a fourteen-storey mansion that stands out like a beacon across the rolling fjords and coast beauty of the landscape. A mysterious benefactor makes his home there. Not much is known of him but without him this little coastal hamlet would cease to function as he brings in the fiscal and manual growth of it. Known as Master his palatial home known as Ultimo he employs many and deals with commodities currencies and the inner workings of the village. He main servant Brutus carries the clip board of the day’s activities and projections to the Master, walking quickly down a long marble titled corridor towards a large, strong teak door. He knocks.“Come” He enters and faces a large, barrel -cheated man over six foot four and is believed to be well-endowed with not just power and strength but in other bodily areas too. Furthermore, he is always addressed as Master or Sir and is both feared and respected. Two scantily clad ample boomed nymphets a kneeling each side of a huge leather chair. They are motioned to leave the room and scurry off, bowing and waving as they do“They results are in and a new conquest as well Sir” Brutus reports and hands over some papers Master looks over them sees how much gold and silver he has made and the financial gains he has made.”This new President of America may appear to be some sort of buffoon, but he does seem to run things well as I have made much profit from his fine work of getting employment and business back on track. Their economy is performing better than ever which is good for investor and the people. He has a head for business. Make sure you place the new shipments in storage and prepare the rooms for guests.” The Master ordered“You also have the new addition Sir. It comes from Mr Krugman. A slave who he has lost control over wishes he detainment. It seems she got the better of him took advantage got a little uppity.” Brutus reported “Knowing Krugman he probably got under her skirt, and he has never been one to handle the ways of the flesh. Once again I have to fix up other people’s mess. Let see what you have on her.” Master asked He read the report and saw the pictures of her. Petra was her name and spoiled brat from some upper class twat no doubt and the very type Master enjoys putting in their place, retraining and trading. To him, they were another commodity a financial transaction and their feminine wiles had little effect or interest to him. She would be bought in on the supply boat and presented to him Brutus left to collect her. She was handed over to him and bought back to the mansion and waiting in a small enclave, guarded by Brutus, till she was sent for Petra, of course, was less than thrilled about the change in her circumstances. It hadn’t really been one single thing she had done to get where she was at now, as much as a bunch of things combined. It had sent even her doting master over the edge. She came from very prestigious bloodlines and her beauty was something that paired well with sports cars, sprawling mansions, and well-dressed gentlemen. That is to say one could tell from a glance that she was meant to be expensive. Her previous master gave her far too much freedom, and now she was like an expensive thoroughbred who could not race. It was not a terribly long journey for her as she had lived with her master close by, but it had taken all day and night. Her guard passed her off to another who was waiting, handing Brutus a thin gold chain that was connected to a thin and finely made golden collar. It was clearly meant to be ornamental as opposed to functional and damn near the only thing that marked her as a slave. She did not protest however and came willingly. She carried a rolling bag with her full of her clothes and belongings. She had not said a word to Brutus, observing her surroundings casually before being brought to an area to wait. Furthermore, she wore a red patterned dress, the cut of which showed off her small, five foot six frames perfectly. Furthermore, she also wore stiletto heels, highlighting her incredible balance and natural grace, moving like a dancer would. Furthermore, she was like a gazelle, petite with long graceful legs.“How long is this going to take?” she huffed, when she grew impatient of waiting, every bratty word evidence of how spoiled she had become. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide("Shut ya mouth trollop. Speak when ya told yule get ya chance to ask questions. Fer now shut ya cake hole." snapped Brutus He shoved her forward and made her kneel. He placed his hand under her chin forcing her to look straight ahead." Up straight girlie. Posture look ahead and stay quiet that's ya last warning understand girlie. I don't care what ya name is. just shut ya trap yule have plenty of chance to open it when and if the time comes. Up straight girlie kneel and up straight I won't tell ya again. He is here." The large heavy door open two young elfin like waifs flanked a very large tall and exceptionally handsome man through the doorway. He waved his hand and the two waifs bow and retreated away. He looked Petra up and down. Furthermore, he towered over her and circled her his eyes gnawing deep into her soul. Furthermore, he tutted and shook his head, rolling his eyes." I don't see it. Not at all. A bit underweight and too much makeup. But there is potential."he announced He then address her directly." You are Petra. Petrified are yeah (laughs). I'm going to have fun with your name. One who thinks she is better because of her upbringing. Lessons here is you earn rewards no hand outs here. Brutus will show you to your room you free ride is over you. Get up and follow him. We shall speak later." Brutus pulled her to her feet and took her by the wrist and lead her to a small room with a large bed and cute en-suite and a window that show a small section of what was a large garden. She was told to freshen up choose from a small selection of outfits and wait till she is called for. Petra had an hour to herself alone with her thoughts and expectations To her surprise the man that had picked her up from the docks forced her down into a kneeling position. She was not all that strong, and she did not want to fall or ruin her dress by protesting his instance that she kneel. She did so, gracefully despite his pushing her. He also did not need to adjust her posture as she knelt straight and well. She was actually trained to take many different positions. However, when his grubby hand touched her face she drew back in disgust and slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me! I have no idea where you’Veblen.” she said as she tossed her thick golden locks over her slim shoulder and resumed her kneeling, back straight, hands placed nearly artfully in her lap on her thighs. Petra quietly observed the two lanky yet slight children, which she did not put too much thought into. The man that would be her master was quite a bit larger than she was, which was slightly intimidating to be honest, and he was handsome enough she supposed. There were many handsome men in her world and this was nothing new to her so she was similarly unimpressed with him as he seemed to be of her. The first thing he said to her was insulting, which only deepened her low opinion of him. He had no taste and he spoke strangely. If she had to guess this was his second language and not his first. She rolled her eyes when he was behind her. She was about the farthest thing from petrified right now. Furthermore, she sighed heavily, he was uncultured as well. Her name came from her breeder who named his finest works after works of art because that was what they were. Her name was the name of a beautiful and mysterious ancient desert city, remote yet a central hub for faraway travelers passing through. The other man practically yanked her to her feet and then started to drag her off by the wrist. She protested such rough and boorish treatment by slipping out of his grasp quite handily. “I can walk on my own without your help!” she huffed and followed him, though she stayed leery of his hands. Once in her room she took her shoes off and then explored it. The view was nice, and the bed looked large and soft.“What to wear?” she sighed and decided she needed a shower. She was a bit irked. I mean who did he think he was? Did he really think calling her names while he loomed over her really granted him any kind of respect or obedience from her? Honestly, she was a little disappointed. She had heard that this master was brilliant, but maybe he was just a self-absorbed jerk. She knew what outfit she wanted to wear now. By the time someone came back to get her she was dressed and ready. It was late in the afternoon when she had arrived and now the sun was setting. As a reflection of her defiant mood, she chose an outfit in all black. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Master had perhaps been hasty with the talking down to her, for as he perused her paper work it seed she apparently came from quality stock. It did not excuse her of her actions and behavior she had had with her previous Master, but she did have some qualities and talents that could be enhanced for better use. She was still though, through his eyes a little scrawny and perhaps not seen a gym for some time. So could do with some physical workouts Petra was collected by Brutus who gave her what might be uncharacteristically, a smile and a compliment on her choice of outfit. It was a backhanded compliment of sorts when he told her that it didn't look slutty, and she was suitably covered for presentation. He grabbed her arm firmly and took her down the long corridor to an enormous dinning room with a teak, leather covered, heavy table with six huge chairs at each side. A trolley to one side with all the items needed to set and dress the table standing in the corner. It was laden with silk table cloths, silver tableware, napkins, napkin rings also of silver, and an assortment of bowls and dishes of fine china, and Spoke glassware." Set this table for a party of twelve. Set t correctly with the relative tableware in the right places. As well as the crockery and napkins. Make sure everything is perfect. Master will be along shortly to inspect your work Anything broken, and you will cop his wraith. Begin"announced Brutus. He left her to it. From above unseen Master watched on from a special viewing airspace GLASSWARE(The specific line Petra was from was called the pink diamond line. This was because like a diamond they must be shaped and polished, their many talents refined until they glowed like priceless gems. Why pink? Because this line was particularly susceptible to sexual arousal, which made them excellent for the man with needs or men who liked to share with their friends. Petra smirked at Brutus's compliment and the way he has smiled at her but replied full of sass. “It’s not for you.” She bristled and glared at him when he grabbed her arm but as it was not skin to skin she did not fight too hard to get away. Petra looked at the unset table and then sighed, heavily when she was ordered to set it. “Fine.” he said as she crossed her arms. Once she was alone she set about her work. When she set out the glassware she licked her fingertip and traced the rim of each glass she set out. Then she moved onto the silverware. With this, she dropped her panties, which happened to be lacy and pink, and took each utensil and rubbed it between her legs against her sex before setting them down in their proper places. When she was done with this she slipped her panties back on and finished the table setting. This sort of thing was child's play as she had done this countless times as a child so she knew how to properly set an elegant table. She sat herself down in her master’s chair at the head of the table, legs crossed and waited for someone to show back up. This little stunt was to show her displeasure for her earlier treatment. It amused her that he and all his guests were going to be forced to eat her pussy with every bite of their meals and drink of her spit with every drop of wine. Master had read about her talents in seduction and pleasure, and he was keen to see for himself if the label was the same as what it said on the tin. Such skills were useful selling tools but not always of the quality they advertised it as. That would have to wait. He watched from above as Petra went about on her insolvent acts. He laughed quietly to himself, finding her unique cleaning skills and act of defiance somewhat entertaining. She would pay for that. He did not appreciate her kind. The sort of modern girl with the silly belief she had a right to be seen as equal to men and that they can use their sex as some sort of bondage device to enslave and control men He called for Brutus and called and for the two waifs of legal age but of meager needs to come to the dinning room Brutus entered to find Petra sitting in Master's chair and his face went into a rage. He stormed over to her and ripped her from the chair and slung her over his shoulder. Her face fell into his groin and her legs draped over his back as he carried her from the room. He struck her ass hard twice with his hand and marched her back to her room. He locked her in a cage that only barely gave her room to stretch out to three quarters of her body length. Furthermore, he padlocked it and gave it a kick for good measure." That was fucking disrespectful so you will get none herself. I'll be back fer ya later" bellowed Brutus The waifs reset the table and Master prepared for his guests There were many ways Petra could show her displeasure, and for now, it was only that, displeasure. It would take some time for her to settle in as she disliked moving. So far she was less than impressed and, more than that she was beginning to feel as if her master did not have time for her. With so many other slaves and duties clamoring for his attention it wasn’t any wonder he had barely even introduced himself to her, rude as it had been. Maybe she didn’t really want more of his time anyway. The sound of someone approaching made her look up towards the door. It was Brutus. Petra watched as the man’s face went from surprise to anger very quickly. She could have picked up the knife on the table and threatened him with it, but she didn’t believe that Brutus would harm her, despite how angry he looked. She did however vehemently protest being picked up. Furthermore, she hated it. It made her feel powerless and weak. It also made her keenly aware of her fear of heights.“PUT ME DOWN THIS VERY INSTANT!!!” She screamed at Brutus while beating her fists against him and kicking her feet into whatever tender places she could manage. She yelped more from surprise than pain when Brutus gave her a few sound swats on her perfect, upturned rear end. No one had ever really dared to give her a proper disciplinary spanking, just a slap here and there. This made her pause briefly before she resumed her tantrum. “How dare you!” she yelled and continued to call him names and make demands all the way back to her room, where she was then put into a cage of some sort. She immediately kicked the cage door back in retaliation. “Not like I got any to begin with! And don’t ever touch me again, or I’ll fucking castrate you!” she yelled back before settling down. She was actually pretty tired and a bit cranky from the stress of traveling so it didn’t take long for her to curl up and fall asleep after she was left alone for a while. Brutus found her asleep which produced an opportunity to smile. He knew what might be in store for the little one so she might as well get in a kip before facing the future. Brutus removed all the clothes from the room and then kicked the cage to wake her." That filthy mouth of yours might have other filthy uses. Get up and out time to meet Master properly and I don't want any further lip from you girlie." Brutus ordered. He pulled her out of the cage, and with heavy hand, but surgical precision removed what she was wearing so that she was naked but for a small triangle shaped cloth over her sex. She was perhaps in the eyes of Ultimo a little undersized. She was ample enough and her figure would be seen as desirable to both men and women and Brutus was one who would agree. Though he showed no signs of it to her. When they reached the large door he shoved her through it which may have caused someone to stumble. And without a word removed her bottom covering to reveal her total nakedness"I am Ultimo I am a trainer of slaves. I am only your Master till I think you are ready to be put out to work for a new Master. You respect your elders, You want respect. You earn it. Nothing in life is given for free. You upstart might have been bought up with the idea of getting a trophy for just competing or showing up. But that is not how it operates here. I gave you a job that many would consider one would take pride in, and you wipe your filthy slime over it. I watched you do it so you show disrespect for my things then you will now serve my guests naked. You will treat them with respect and I will make sure that within reason they treat you respectfully too. I want to work with you push your limits train you do tough things so that you can handle any Master and anything thrown at you. Now get to work." Brutus opened another door which revealed a large round table and three couples seated around it. Two of which were much older. They looked a little shocked at first before lowering their eyes to the table. A large copper bowl on wheels was filled with a clear soup and heavy ladle sat next to it. Petra was instructed to dish out the soup into large gold rimmed bowls and serve the guests. Ultimo sat at the head of the table awaiting to see how she handles it and if she is aware of the protocols of the dining area Petra woke with a jolt and upon seeing Brutus narrowed her stormy blue eyes. “Oh good. At this rate I was beginning to think he didn’t do anything himself.” She said sarcastically. She was not going to obey Brutus. The man had to drag her out of the cage as she refused to move. When he began to remove her clothing she slapped at him repeatedly and tried to kick. He had to half restrain her, half continue to remove the layers of clothing she had on while enduring her verbal and physical assaults.“Keep your filthy hands off me, you brute!” she snarled, doing her best to try to wriggle out of his grasp. As one might imagine however she was not a match for him at all being much smaller. She cursed him every time he removed a piece of clothing until she stood barefoot, nearly naked in just her lacy pink underwear. She glared childishly at Brutus, cupids lips set in a firm pout as she did her best to cover her pink nipples on her perfect B cups. Furthermore, she did not seem embarrassed as much as quietly furious with Brutus. Furthermore, she did not have very good endurance so she could not keep anything up for very long. It was a reflection of her lack of disciplinary training. By now her endurance should be much higher. She fell when Brutus shoved her, letting out a small cry when her body hit the cold, hard floor. She slapped at Brutus’s face again as he pulled her panties off her. A glint of metal between her thighs caught the light before she closed her legs, hiding her sex from view. The master loomed over her again and gave her a lecture. Apparently, he knew about her little trick. This was supposed to be some kind of punishment for what she had done. If she had been a free woman she might have been embarrassed, but she was not. She was a slave, and she took pride in her body. Besides this wasn’t sexual, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. She stood and watched as the guests averted their eyes, which made her smirk ever so slightly. If this was her new master’s idea of a punishment for her then he did not know her very well. “As you wish.” she said and then took up her duties as a formal server. She knew the formal European style of serving which put her to the rear of her guests and slightly to their left. She collected their bowls one by one and held them in her left hand as she served the soup from the right.“Service tout monsieur?” She said in perfect French, addressing the first male guest as she served him the soup bowl with her right hand while standing to his left. “Oh, pardon, né parley-vous pas Français?” She said this with a smile as she made sure to give him a good view of her perky breasts while serving. She served the other guests similarly, showing off her assets subtly but alluringly to both genders. While she was quite sexually provocative she actually had little experience in certain areas. Translations:Will that be all sir? Do you not speak French? Brutus had been slapped by many a slave girl it was par for the course in his job. His skin was hardened to it, so its sting did not linger long, and he secretly enjoyed it. He dragged the insolent wench across the cold floor and then with one hand pulled her to her feet. He disappears in an instant. The guest enjoyed her service and at first almost ignored her nakedness. Petra was unfazed by being in such a state, and it was like the guest had seen it all and that it was a normal occurrence. But as Master began carving the roast and Petra was now serving the sauces and gravy, that some of the guest were taking more notice of the blue-eyed naked servant. One rather large lady, frag ranted by a musk perfume with boulder like cleavage, and a sea of gaudy necklaces dangling over it, took a little more interest in Petra. She grabbed the naked lass on the left butt cheek and a playful slap. Her weedy bespectacled husband grabbed at the other one and winked at her with some sort of wild ideas had crossed his mind. Other guest soon followed suit, and she was being groped, handled, slapped and mauled each time she passed them to serve the sauces. Some of the hot liquid splashing on her naked flesh. The large woman even suggested licking it off her if she was willing. The Master watched the behavior of his guests and for Petra's reaction. He was clearly unimpressed Petra was slowly testing boundaries. What could she get away with? What were the rules of this place? What irked her new master? She would have to stumble upon these things herself as no instruction had been provided, and furthermore, within hours of her arrival she was entertaining guests. It was a fun change of pace for her and she enjoyed it. The first person to make a move was not one of the men but the large woman. She groped her perfectly pert backside and, like many before her, found it too tempting not to slap. Petra let out a little gasp and then blinked in surprise as her husband grabbed the other cheek. The obviously more experienced couple looked at one another with apparent hunger in their eyes. Petra had gotten such looks nearly all her life and she knew what it meant, though not what they may have planned in their minds for her. While neither of them were really her type she knew she could serve them both well. However, Petra did give a nervous glance to her new master, who seemed to be glowering at the head of the table, perpetually unsatisfied with anything and everything she had done. He did not so much as lift a brow at her perfect French. Still, she looked at him to make sure she was safe with all these people. As she continued to serve her body began to respond to the touches it received. She, however was becoming a bit more nervous. In the looks that she gave her master it was clear that she had limited sexual experience and clearly had never catered to so many at once. Her previous master did not often take advantage of her, and he did not share with others which left her quite frustrated with his underwhelming sexual jaunts. All of this however, was happening a bit too fast for her, yet somehow her body was quite aroused by all the attention. One of the male guests, a silver fox, grew tired of her teasing (and she had been teasing him) and hooked his arm about her and pulled her towards him before he thrust two fingers between her thighs. Petra gave a startled cry and promptly dropped a thankfully, empty bowl which shattered on the floor. The elder man’s leg had slid between hers and his arm around her lower back meant that she could not wiggle free, nor close herself off from the intimate and probing touch of the man. Petra had no idea what to do and just clung to the edge of the table and the back of his chair in an effort to both be still for him and not have her knees buckle as they had gone suddenly weak.“Nah-ah!” she gasped and squirmed as the man slid his fingers deep into her. He would find her very wet and hot.“My, my what a response. Pink diamond line by Jerry Devin?” The man asked as he wiggled his fingers inside her. Petra gasped again and squirmed, blushing, she looked to her new master to see what he would do or, what she was expected to do as she had no idea. “I must say she is exquisite. Quite young and raw still though.” he commented. Ultimo watched as Petra went to work as he carved the meat. The beef was the size of half a cow and watched intently as his guest groped and slapped at the naked waitress. He was beginning to fill with rage. He watched to see how she handle it. She seemed determined to do her job and not get distracted. Then the old guy, Andrews took things too far. Master was not impressed with a guest taking liberties, in particular when he hadn't paid for the use of his property or ask permission to sample the wares. Technically she wasn't his property, but she was part of his abode and therefore under his employ and Andrews had not been given invitation to any free samples." How dare you foul beast. Remove your digit this instant." Ultimo bellowed. He picked up a large bone from the roast and hurled it at Andrews, hitting the man on the side of his temple, felling him. Which released his probing fingers from Petra's sex." Brutus removes this liberty taker from the room. (he turned to Petra) Sorry dear one that such vermin be at one's table." He clicked his fingers and one of the waifs entered with a folded silk robe. Master told Petra to put it on and that she could join them or go to the garden and eat and relax that she had done a good job and that he was very sorry for the appalling behavior of the guest. He was impressed with her knowledge of another language and spoke in fluent French to her telling her what he really thought of his guests. They would not understand the conversation, and it would be their little secret to share together. Later she would find a selection of clothes on the bed that she could wear. She was welcome to keep them, but disobedience could see them taken away. For now her time was her own and what she wanted to do with it was up to her. She could explore the mansion the gardens or just read from the many books sitting on the shelves in the hall. The choice was hers Petra let out a small shriek of alarm when her trainer threw a bone at the elder man’s head. She staggered back, free from his touch. Her slender hands had flown to her mouth in shock, and she looked wide-eyed at her trainer who had clearly lost his temper. Of course, it had been bold of the man, but it had felt good, and it was not such a grave offense to fondle a slave in such a way. Clearly, her new trainer was very possessive, which both frightened and aroused her. She stared at him, slightly confused and in a bit of shock as he proceeded to apologize to her, a slave, about the treatment she just endured, which to her understanding was somewhat normal. “N-no it’s quite alright…” she said quietly as she took the red silk robe and put it on.”Thank you master.” she said as he praised her performance and gave her the choice to excuse herself if she wished. He said it in French, which was a welcome surprise to her. Perhaps he spoke more than one other language as she did not take him for a French speaker. She decided to excuse herself and took her small portion of her meal outside to the garden. She bowed as she left, and then she was alone in the garden. That was quite an experience for her. She found a bench to sit on, and she ate while she reflected on what just happened. It was fun to serve so many lively people and show herself off to them, but it had been a little scary as well. Though… maybe she liked to be a little scared. She felt a little bad for the old man, but she supposed he had violated some rule she was not aware of. The event had left her with mixed feelings. However, she could not rid herself of the heat that had come into her sex. As she walked about the garden, barefoot and in nothing but a silk robe her fingertips touched the soft petals of flowers and deep greens of leaves. She eventually found a more secluded spot, behind some bushes. She lay herself down in the soft grass, the warm sun hitting her pale skin as she pulled the tie on the robe open and fondled her heavy breasts, brushing her pink nipples. Sliding her hand down her belly she parted her thighs and slowly began to play with herself. The small ring that paced her clit shown brightly in the sun. She thought that the master would be quite a while yet with his guests, so there would be no one to interrupt her leisurely fun. She had obviously been quite neglected with her needs. Several hours passed. Ultimo had sent his guest on their way and was now watching camera footage from the security cameras from around the premise. Which included several points of the garden. He smiled when he came across Petra's private moment. He had called Brutus to him and ordered him to send for her. She would be afforded an outfit he deemed her to wear. It was a red dress with black trim, low cut enough to show enough of her wares and fell to a few inches above the knee. It would expose enough but need much to imagination too. She was to come to his quarters a privilege rarely afforded to slaves so early in introduction. She would share a beverage and lead to perhaps sharing his bed. Like before a choice Master liked to test his slaves give them choices he could veto them or watch how it panned out. If she decided to wear the dress and accept his invitation then he was free to discover how the adventure would unfold. How much did she know? How good was she at pleasing a Master? And what was she willing to try, and what limits she had? Brutus knocked on Petra's door and then entered without invitation carrying over his arm the dress, in his hand matching shoes and the written invitation from Master By the time Brutus fetched her she was curled up in bed sleeping soundly. The knock stirred her from her sleep and she yawned and stretched, the robe falling off one slim shoulder as Brutus entered. She felt a little less stressed after her fun in the garden and after having some food and rest as well so she was not in a bad mood at all. She looked at the dress, shoes and letter.“For me?” she asked as she threw back the covers and stepped out of bed, readjusting the robe and running a hand through her soft, blonde locks as she took the letter and read it. It was an invitation to join the Master privately. She folded the letter closed and took the shoes and dress from Brutus. “I’ll go.” She said and then shot him a suspicious glare. “I’m going to get ready now. Don’t touch me,” she said as she lay the dress out nicely on the bed and placed the shoes on the floor before choosing some sexy lingerie. She was caught between two that she really liked and turned towards Brutus. She pulled the tie on the robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing naked before him.“These?…” she asked as she held them up in front of her. “Or these?” she asked as she switched them back and forth. She was teasing the servant knowing full well he was forbidden from having her if he desired, but she also knew he might know her master’s tastes a bit better. “Or does he prefer nothing underneath?” she asked, apparently not the least bit embarrassed about being naked in front of him. Despite her insinuated thoughts, Brutus was not in the least bit interested or impressed with Petra. He had no feelings of desire for her and if she had attempted any flirtatious or amorous behavior it would have been futile." Take the red one, the Master likes red silk and wear something underneath have a bit of decency girlie and hurry up he does not like to be kept waiting. Chop chop." Brutus snarled and clapped his large hands together in rapid motion Once she was ready he pushed her ahead of him, after she mentioned not to touch her, and propelled her down the corridor. As they stopped outside a large green door, Brutus gave her a swift in the behind and knocked on the door and left. The door swung open automatically, controlled by a small device in the Master's hand. He beckoned Petra in and rose to met her. He towered over her an awesome specimen of a man and looked her up and down. He walked around her inspecting her like she was a prize at a yearling sale. Furthermore, he did not touch her, bit his hands were merely inches from her flesh as he moved them over her curvaceous form. Furthermore, he stepped back and looked down upon her and finally spoke" You come with somewhat of a reputation. You have fine features if not in need of fattening up you are a beauty but your talents somewhat specious. Do you know how to pleasure a Master? You last one was far less a challenge than I. Tell me what can you do to please a Master of my ilk? Indeed, show me." He removed his robe and he stood grandly bare chested in a pair of leather boxer shorts. There were three large brass buttons on the shorts and his right arm was embossed with an array of colored tattoos. He stood tall and intimidating Ah, so she had gotten under the big brute’s skin. She could tell by the irritation in his voice. It pleased her to irk him just a little. “Decency? What’s that? I haven’t been decent since the day I was born.” she teased him as she rolled her eyes. “You can’t rush these things.” she chided him and began getting herself ready. Of course, she had no idea what to expect so she showered and cleaned herself thoroughly, used the shampoos and perfumes provided to her and generously lubed her back door and inserted a medium-sized butt plug. Her master seemed like a large man, and she was not entirely confident she could take him if he decided to use her back door, but this would help if it came to that. She was aware of Brutus watching, and she watched him back in the mirror as she did these things, enjoying teasing the manservant. He probably saw so many women come through here he wasn’t too phased but still, she couldn’t resist. She then applied very light makeup, just enough to highlight her best features, and then she chose a bright red lipstick to match the dress. Then she did her hair, brushing, combing and letting it fall in its natural waves down her back. Then she dressed herself and followed Brutus. She hoped her master would be pleased with the amount of preparation she put into herself, given she knew next to nothing about him. Of course the second Brutus touched her she slapped his hand. “You're going to wrinkle this dress you beast!” she hissed at him in protest. She moved quickly and elegantly in the heels and once they were in front of the master’s door she paused. Brutus took the opportunity to give her pert bottom a swift, sound smack, which made her yelp and glare hotly at him. It had moved the plug inside her, which was already getting her a bit aroused anyway. She stuck out her tongue at him like the little brat she was and then walked into the room when the door opened. Her master was already in a silken red robe, which surprised her slightly. Perhaps she was used to moving a bit more slowly, idle chatter, followed by tea or drinks, perhaps a bit of flirting… this caught her a little off guard. While she was trained extensively in many things her sexual education was a bit lacking in certain areas. She had read about and been lectured on many different positions and sex acts, but she had never experienced them for herself. She was quite good at cock worshiping and deep throating as her previous master had been difficult to arouse but, regretfully, quick to finish. She stood still for him. He was quite a large man, and it was intimidating for her lithe, cat-like frame of only 5’4”. Though she was slightly offended that she needed any fattening. That would be hard to do as she did not gain weight easily, and she was a vegetarian. Still, her skin prickled as she felt the heat of his hands over her skin, untouched it made her want those large hands on her body, and yet she was slightly afraid of it too. He removed his robe and Petra was not displeased by what she saw, though she wasn’t any less intimidated.“What reputation master?” she asked as she closed the gap between them, the fingertips of one hand gently tracing the lines of the tattoo with a butterfly light touch. “I… fear a man of your vast experience and tastes may be… displeased with one such as I.” she said as her other hand reached up and gently touched his muscled chest. Those storm blue eyes flicked up to meet his own. “I do not have a lot of sexual experience to draw upon as I have not been with many partners. Nor have I had many opportunities…” she wanted to be honest with him because right now, being so close to him, feeling the power in his limbs… it quite simply terrified her to make him angry. Perhaps as she got to know him she would be less afraid of his wrath and become more bold and bratty, but she had no idea what he wanted from her. Though her primal instincts drew her to him.“What would you have me do master?” she asked as her hands slid down his chest, over hard abs and lower still, to trace the bulge in the leather shorts. “What do you like?” she asked as she pulled teasingly on the leather waistband. "Sexually inexperienced? How quaint. Either your last Master was a fool or he found you unappealing. I garner it is the former. You are pleasing to the eye. I like that you made some effort, but didn't over do it with the fake up, so you didn't look like a cheap harlot. Less is more I always say. You ask what you can do for me? HA I do like such gaiety. You are here to pleasure and serve to be chattel to serve a Master in all things. You will learn to do things that young women have forgotten to do or have become so petulant and entitled that they refuse to do. Serve and worship a man. Cook, clean, sew, knit, wash, iron, and obey. To pleasure and arouse, to stimulate in conversation and desires and praise, to honor and learn. I believe women should read and study topics like chemistry and construction agriculture, sciences, mathematics to learn languages to devour knowledge, but to also know their place to serve and aim to please their man. Yes you can be equal in many things but not in place of gratitude and respect. It is not a right it is earned, and it will and should be rewarded. Masters and slaves must be responsible for their actions and be accountable for them. I believe a Master should care for his slave, his servants his people with the love they deserve and be afforded the same in return. You have question little mite? I can tell from your look on your face. Perhaps you have counterarguments or statements I welcome your rebuttal. I enjoy a simulating debate Oh your sexual experiences will be enhanced here I expect a lot from my pets my maidens. You will find it most challenging and enlightening." He awaited any questions and asked her to stand upright.

SLAVES R US Shii and Despickable|rating:2.0

Behind The Throne [Geraint & Haloriel]

De Castle d'ARD have LI nostril bond part:i lo zeta tutti intro lo flume d'ARD:e sex cavalier de Travis LI plus fercon SE Duse LI nostril cavalier.-Ratio cellulose or Cantina cellulose, Medieval Venetian and Latin text, circa 1198 CE. (Castle d'Aldo got ours a good part:they threw it all into the river Aldo:and six knights of Trevino the strongest alongside themselves escorted our knights.-Ratio cellulose or Cantina cellulose, An English Translation of Medieval Venetian and Latin text, circa 1198 CE. (beautiful lady Terminal Giuliana Fliers Alsace bit Mustang, the only daughter in a blended Venetian family composed primarily of sons intent upon masculine ribaldry that was quite ordinary for the year 1474 of the Common Era for those most carefully and honorably outside a European Christian persuasion, or the Year of Our Lord, if the reader just so happened to subscribe most honorably within it, was about as spoiled by her parents as one could imagine. It was the only possible sane reason one could begin to ponder why such a lady would think to spy upon her maternal Venetian cousin in the First Degree, who was smack in the middle of The Ritual. Oh, by the love of Allah and God, whichever word one wished to use, the sounds from that chamber were most impressive, and one might think the cousin of one of those rare ladies that could make a man a most agreeable wife. However, Terminal had no thoughts on any of that. She was simply impatient, stubborn, and horribly aroused by what her lovely hazel brown eyes spied from the brings into the thick oak wall. It took biting the inside of her cheek to silence the sweetened sound of virginal moans from her own throat in a match to her pretty blonde cousin, lest she was to end up punished thoroughly. It was a most serious affair being conducted by the Regalia Rialto of Venice, the matriarchally bound answer to the Great Council which elected each Doge who ascended to rule their perfect and pristine Malaysian Empire.(The magic in the room beyond Terminal's innocent gaze was immense, colored a pleasant teal and feldspar, which signalled a presence of both Water and Earthen gifts being awakened at that moment fully. A red blush only caused the warm, light brown of her skin to seem all more inviting just at that moment, where not a soul could see her terrible trespass. In the alcove, she rocked back and forth with her woolen skirts pressed high between slender thighs. The sensual energies she could sense almost too much for her still learning body to bear, as there were reasons women with as many gifts as these two were typically delayed their awakening. Terminal's cousin commanded a rare impressive two, but for the nonce that was no import. What was? The insane pleasure. Never before had she experienced what had a thousand names in every language, or so it seemed to her romantic mind, overindulged by an adoring father who had believed allowing his daughter to learn as much or more than his sons in a few cases, would make her a better wife. Instead, Terminal truly just wanted to kiss her cousin, having for the moment infatuated with the sight before her, the arching and begging of the pretty Adriana Desiderata Fliers. Never had she been permitted to see such a passion, her own studies of love had remained for the most part, theoretical, focused on the safety of the bedchamber, the results of childbirth and so on. Tahminah ached. She needed and wanted furiously; nothing would deny her in her seeking, or so she assumed. Across the manor, she had no idea that her beloved Papa, Electric Alsace bin Mustang, who was part of said Great Council was in the middle of making arrangements to see his only beloved female child wed, so he hoped, to the recently elected Doge. Granted, her mother, the strong, stubborn and traditional Carina Leonine Fliers, who had retained her name after marriage at her husband's urging, and combined the two of their names for each child she survived the birth of had suggested the match. While the reasoning between the two startlingly as yet attractive couple regardless of the fact that her father was approaching his seventieth year and her mother her sixtieth had been love, it had not been so for the Regalia Rialto. They wanted some leverage over the new, very young, and so it was said, handsome Doge. As such it had been a wonderful happenstance that the twelfth and last of their children, would have the chance for such a great honor of becoming the next Ogress. The young woman in question had no idea that it was this wonder and brightness that had been in store for her with all the dry and decidedly boring discussion of sensual customs of her father's family. Especially given with the movement of her hand among her skirts, and a me, only outside of her garments, that stars exploded behind her eyes for a second miraculous time. The end of the Ritual, she missed it of course, because her eyes had shut very tight and there was no possible way the young woman could keep her voice from joining Adriana's. Of course, the explosive nature of her own magic, formed of some part of every branch of magic known to Venetian Highborn Mages, caused Terminal to hit the wall with her left shoulder before sliding off of the chaise lounger she had been kneeling upon. Every part of her body felt perfect and amazing; she hardly even noticed the dull ache upon her shoulder. No, not at all. Entirely, that had been worth the trouble. She let out a tender giggle and then was unable to stop herself laughing. However, the clearing of a throat very, very close to her cut the lovely sound swiftly short. It was trouble, all right." I see, that we have a spy. You do know that is beyond improper, not to speak of being dangerous, Lady Alsace?" In the afterglow of desire, Terminal could barely think, but was able to at least display some contriteness upon her pretty face. Oh, dear me ..."... I apologize ...? I could not help it! It was so beautiful!" She blurted out with sudden embarrassment on the heels of her statement toward the eldest of the Senior Witches. Of course, it certainly did not change the Signora grasping her right ear firmly in a way that had not been done since she was nine. Right then, Terminal truly was sorry, while she hardly seemed to notice her unconscious cousin carried delicately away so the other young woman could rest. A gulp followed her words, as well as dread because she knew the lady was taking her to her mother." See to it that the Fliers family is assembled, so that all may know what the young heiress has done." No, it was suddenly much worse. "Oh please. Please not everyone!" Terminal would rather help the servants in the kitchen. Anything else. She had eleven brothers, and they would never stop talking about it ... ahhhhhhhhhh!" You know the rules. Have long known them."" But I truly am sorry!"" It makes little difference. We must vote on what will be done with such a willful young woman seemingly unable to think of more than her own pleasure when clearly not appropriate."" Oh, Lord preserve me."" Yes, a prayer would be smart," came the dryly humored response. (is an impressive edifice, the Palace of the Doge, sitting as it does between the Grand Canal and the Basilica San Marco. It is the residence of the His Serenity, the Doge, the Most Serene Prince, the senior elected official of the Serene Republic of Venice, and of his family of course. But it is also the seat of Venetian government, the meeting place of the Grand Council. The building is a study in contrasts, as is the role of the Doge. It is the seat of secular government, yet with its own private entrance to the Basilica San Marco. It houses the elected leader of a Republic, yet it is by many called the Ducal palace. Furthermore, it is the home of an exquisite and inspirational statuary collection, but also two prisons, with an infamous torture chamber. Furthermore, it houses the four-story Golden Staircase but also Bridge of Sighs, by which very few ever return. From the balcony overlooking the Piazza San Marco, celebrations are begun and proclamations are issued ... but also public executions witnessed. It stands at virtually the front entrance to Venice, from where important visitors are received, yet it's maze of public and secret corridors is a rabbit's warren of clandestine meetings and political intrigue.(then Venice itself is a study in contrasts. It is a bastion of Catholicism and morality laws, yet its streets, for six months of the year, are traversed by people wearing masks that put them beyond moral constraints and marital vows … And it is a focus of magic of all kinds, that walks the same streets and alleys as Christianity. And therein perhaps lays the heart of it's power, and of the struggles of the great families to achieve and maintain that power. The year is 1474 on the Christian calendar, and Venice is on the verge of a golden age. So it is perhaps ironic that the Great council has just elected as the 72nd Doge of Venice, a man of only 30 years, the youngest elected Doge in history. He could feasibly hold the Doge's throne for half a century though the average tenure of his five immediate predecessors has been four years. His election was unexpected to say the least, as he comes not from one of the currently powerful families, but one that has remained mostly in the shadows for seven centuries. And in him, the story of his family and of Venice has come an ironic full circle. Domenico Ontario, the head of a prominent naval and commercial family was elected the Sixth Doge of Venice in 756. It was under his eight-year reign that Venice became a nation of marine traders, rather than fishermen, and the wealth of the city increased substantially. He was rewarded for his leadership by being deposed, blinded and exiled (as his two predecessors had been). The Ontario family faded from prominence into semi-obscurity after that, though it remained a mercantile power throughout the intervening seven centuries. His Serenity Alejandro Ontario, 72nd Doge of Venice(days ago Alejandro Ontario, a direct descendant of Domenico, the bearer of two virtually unique magical powers, was elected Doge after a highly contested election. To more than one astute observer, he won not on the basis of his experience or his shrewdness, nor of his family connections, his stellar naval record, nor any backing by the Regalia Rialto, but on the sheer force of his charisma and persuasive power. Reportedly, he was subjected to magical attack during the proceedings, itself a capital crime, and it had no visible effect on him at all. Wherein lay the truth of the matter, likely he didn't even know. But he has and is a wildcard power that has the powerful families scrambling for either influence over him, or an early disgrace or demise, as had been accorded his ancestor. But in the meantime, he is an accomplished naval leader with commercial acumen, and he looks likely to be the one to preside over the emergence of Venice as the dominant naval and merchant power in the Mediterranean … unless someone finds a way to kill him. The last one to attempt so died himself in the process, which probably saved him from a grisly execution. All of these things are matters of great import, but what of the man himself? Certainly he is a man of great presence. He stands 6'2", a full six inches above the average height of Venetian men, thus dwarfing many of the other Councilors. His eyes are of an elusive shade that varies with the light and apparently with the observer as well, though all agree that his gaze is penetrating. He has long worn the uniform of a senior naval officer, and is accorded handsome, perhaps even rakish given the prominent scar over his left eye. Like most Venetian men of the merchant class he speaks multiple languages, and unlike others he goes bearded. And perhaps surprisingly for his age, he is unmarried, which is leading to another kind of scramble for power. While his Serenity Alejandro is not oblivious to the stir of forces and speculation around him, he is at the moment focused elsewhere, on a body of information that could either put him in peril or safely away from it: the unmapped secret passages of the Doge's palace. Indeed, he has spent a whole day studying them with one of very few who know them, a man who has never served anyone but the sitting Doge. There is much that he needs to learn quickly. But at the moment he is looking forward to dinner and the evening with his mistress. (twenty-two years old, while typically among her people she would have been married easily a year or two previous, Harass Miriam Altadena Medals y Hale vi had run away from home and the considerable betrothal that had been expected of her almost four years previous. Where other people concerned themselves with political plots often destined with them ending up crossing the aforementioned Golden Staircase, and the dramatic Monte DEI Spirit, the woman called Dasha, or Dasia by the few that still knew of whose family she belonged to did not know that most others hailed her simply as the monotypic Lady Ishtar. She possessed a clientele that had included the sons of many a nobleman, and sometimes their brothers too on the rare occasion, so long as they could pay the massive fees she was worth. After all, to have a courtesan that could speak to a man in several different languages, discuss current affairs, unburden his mind if he so chose with the understanding that this particular woman's place was not political, was expensive. She bathed no less than four times a day and found a way to traditionally immerse with the quiet nod of a Rabbi that somehow managed to rub elbows with the political elite of that very seemingly only Catholic Venice. Of course, anyone with a true modicum of intellect would have considered the vast exchange of cultures back and forth across the Mediterranean was not only expected but tradition as much as they warred with each other. It easily explained the existence and presence of a woman like the Lady Ishtar. One could be anything in Venice, indeed, in Europe, when bending the head with a different kind of sigh. Ishtar, as she was called, had only one hour before departed the music maestro Agnelo Salary, and though an "aged" gentleman well into his fourth decade and easing toward his fifth and thus, twice her age very easily, had been a very sweet, pleasant client. She was slender enough of hip to sit on his lap while he played the pianoforte, and would do her very best to distract the gentleman from the loss of his beautiful wife but a year and a half previous, who had perished delivering their fourth child. Though they had considerable Healers to attend to the job as many tended toward a little of the gift of the waters in Veneto, there was no saving the wife as they had the babe. Other places, with less of a magical touch, Dasia knew, that both would have died. She had done her very best to remind the genius musician of that truth. At the moment, the Maestro was one of three clients she possessed at the moment. The second was a very wealthy trader descended from the great Polo who to this day, was still known to deal in Chinese silk, Persian tea, and Indian saffron as well as other spices which were, of course, nothing but a benefit to Dasia. It meant that she was always practically dripping in the newest foreign object rage and tended to be the fashionable trendsetter well above the wife of any councilman, and she quite liked it that way. The final of her clients had until just two days ago, a young naval gentleman with a record for his shrewdness. Now, it seemed he had been elected Doge. She had not seen him since the week before this very strange event had occurred, where he was simply the son of a mercantile family, the Ontario. She had been scheduled to see to him this evening, and her hands trembled in the tending. As a rule, the correct response would have been to end the arrangement, no matter what was threatened or done about her choice. But she had broken her own rule had started to feel something. Not much, mind those with eyes that might pry all too well, but something. Her soak in the tub with a variety of perfect herbal concoctions imbued with earth magic had been just long enough to remove any trace of the Maestro from her skin and hair, while she'd used large seashells and a scented sand scrub to exfoliate. There were likely a handful of women in all of Venice aware of that secret, and it pleased her not to share it. It meant that when she finally pulled herself from the final soaking tub, her skin was as soft as a baby's or as near to it as a grown woman could achieve. Her mother had partaken of the method and still had very few marks upon her skin, save for the subtle ones apparent from bearing her and her seven brothers and three sisters. A pang eased through Dasia then. She missed her family. Her ears ached to hear the chorus of prayers in Hebrew, Aramaic, and Latino, with the occasional smattering of Arabic more often than she was able to sneak away to obtain. The freshness of the bread made only for the Friday evening dinner, and the perfect lights kindled that very quietly announced the beginning of the holiest day of the week, and it was not for her, contrary to those Catholics and their Sunday. But she would never voice such a sentiment out loud, and much preferred her circumspect and thus, unknown status. It was hardly safe to do that despite how welcoming her home could seem. Now, seated at the mirror vanity, Dasia applied delicate cosmetics that were as expensive as the gold she wore as they did not contain lead or arsenic. Things many women either realized were poison or were unaware. Perhaps, Dasia considered, they simply did not care and had a depth of love for being beautified that was worth the risk. The items she put upon her face, or in her body would not taint a lover or herself. One further reason as to why she was so expensive; the Lady Ishtar did not tolerate lovers that were careless. Her fingers twitched as she tried to discover how they would meet after this. The new Doge would be expected, no, demanded to find a wife. A low, stirring laugh was her response about that. No, she'd sooner flee across the world. And how then, might that said wife feel about his preferences? She expected he would have to place it all in a betrothal contract, though it was true that men were often permitted largesse that women were not simply due to a difference of tradition. The Lady Ishtar did not want to have a fight with a man's wife. She would sooner try to end the arrangement, as she had been known for in the past, or to make some kind of respectful arrangement that made everyone pleased. She pinned up the curls of her hair, which usually fell with a warm softness to her lower back when dry, but when wet and loose were easily found to be twice that length. It was a facet the woman was very proud of, and she spent a considerable amount of coin to maintain it. She remembered their first meeting, which had been during the richly beautiful Carnival season. The mask she had worn then that had been imbued with the warmth of earthen gifts to hide her appearance much more adroitly than the complex skill of a maker. It had been just enough, so that her face paints could not be smudged by touch or kiss, regardless of how intense they could be. Tonight, however, a pleasant and simple dinner was the occasion, but the Lady Ishtar didn't know still what she was going to do. Would he eventually know or guess her secret? Or would someone in the know of those halls of power whisper it into the Doge's ear? Ishtar did not even know if the new Doge suspected that the soft cries resulting from his skillful lips were real rather than false. So much was a gamble. Your mistress is of those strange sons and daughters of the Chosen ones, who wander from land to land. (was not safe to stay. But those changeable eyes in her memory made her heart race nonetheless and Harass knew she would hate herself if she did not see it through to the very end. The heavy knock at the door of her expensive, and expansive flat higher above the canals than most startled the lady, one of the most famous the Courtesan's Guild had to offer. Soft blue eyes the perfect and precise color, it had been said by the very lucky men that had lost themselves between her thighs, of a summer sky in Venice looking over the sea. "Mariana. Open the door, if you would." Her very well paid servant rose to her feet and adjusted the austere darkness of her attire, which the woman's nearly deep brown skin seemed to glow warmly against. In addition to a maid, she served as something of an unexpected guard for the Lady Ishtar and had accompanied her on her fleeing from the very wealthy Hale vi family. What Mariana, which wasn't actually her name, but rather it was Ruth, thought of the whole adventure that had taken them across Venice seemed to be largely unknown. What was known was that she was deeply loyal, and quiet, whereas what she did in her off hours away from her Lady, was largely unknown. "Of course, Lady." Deep brown eyes that seemed almost black cut toward the Courtesan. With a grandfather that had hailed from an area that had once been famed Carthage and a mother of Andalusian and Sephardi heritage from Granada, she looked every bit like her Eastern African ancestors, even as she spoke her Venetian with an accent that sounded very Arab-Spaniard and Tunisian, making it more tonally musical than average. Mariana, forever suspicious of the Venetian men of both temporary and permanent variety that enjoyed her mistress' charms, considered the view outside the door before opening it, choosing to wait until what looked like a guard had knocked upon the door a second time. Once more she eyed the Lady, who nodded her permission. With a huff, she pulled open the door, spun on her heel, and let in the new Doge and his attendant, expression perfectly schooled with a respect Mariana was not entirely sure that she felt. She was not looking forward to having to sit in the outer chambers where they were now without an eye on the Lady Ishtar, though just as much, neither did she want to watch. But despite her advice that the Lady set aside His Grace kindly given his new, extremely political status, Harass was not inclined to listen. She despised that idiotic name her oldest friend had given herself, but it made a lot of money, and that, the woman could not sneer over. Her maternal people, who had an extensive legacy as the descendants of Granada aliyah, from the 11th century at least that, was clear in the eyes and the stunning cheekbones of her face.(That of course, was beside the point for the evening, as though the man she was entertaining had been Doge practically for all of two minutes in 'Mariana's' mind, she couldn't deny the idea that a man that wasn't two breaths from falling over dead very much appealed to her, despite the cultural differences. After all, given the world outside of Venice, despite where her grandparents had come from originally, like any good transplant, one learned to fit in as much as possible, while it was imperative to do so because of exactly who the Lady Ishtar was hiding in plain sight from. The Lady had purchased the space from an impoverished upper-class merchant and modelled the interior off of several beautiful homes she had once viewed only from paintings. So the style rather varied in regional types but came together with a peculiar loveliness. Most of her staff had been dismissed for the evening, except those still in the kitchen preparing the meal. Mariana was tall, standing to six foot exactly, which was startlingly so especially for a woman, and seemed mostly somewhere between willowy and wiry of form. It was difficult to tell with the layers of her clothing. She had a peculiar and deadly skill in a variety of hand to hand combative forms as well as close quarter blades, and both short and long staves. She tended toward carrying an Eton one upon her back, and though dressed as much as in a wide skirt as any woman might, the tight fitting trousers discreetly hid beneath said skirt allowed her a range of movement that most women didn't have the luxury for. Furthermore, she offered a clipped bow rather than a curtsy." Be welcome, the Lady awaits." Mariana intoned smoothly. While most of her hair was bound at the top of her head a thick braid additionally fell to the woman's waist; the surrounding scent, sandalwood and cacao, and practically as pleasant as her employer if not more so for how different it was to anything else in the room. Limber fingers ran once over the Grenada Blackwood stave on her back, which was probably worth more than most men's entire family fortunes due to its rarity. For her part, Ishtar did not stand, but rather sat quietly upon the beautifully upholstered couch, dressed all in white, cream and gold. His Serenity Alejandro Ontario, 72nd Doge of Venice(the end of his second full day in office the newly elected 72nd Doge was not a happy man. But given his primary gift, nobody who saw him would discern anything amiss … except the man who maintained a deceptively relaxed slouch across an upholstered chair in the corner, cleaning under his fingernails with the tip of his dagger. He knew going in that he had little direct power as Doge, but it frustrated the man who had spent the greater part of his adult life giving orders that would be obeyed without question. In practicality, it mattered little, given that he was demonstrably the most persuasive man in the Republic. So he could rule indirectly by convincing the Grand Council of what needed to be done … and he retained direct control of the Navy which was the most important thing. His decisions would be second guessed by the Counsel whenever he was not present, and often when he was. He would be plotted against, beyond a doubt, but there would also be those who plotted for his favor, given the stack of arranged marriage offers on his desk already, and other offers of service as well. Still being the Doge was a precarious job. While it was a lifetime election, as with the Pope, in practicality, at least a third (provably), and more likely half, of his predecessors did not end their tenure by natural death. In truth, Alejandro Ontario would be a difficult man to either depose or kill. There were few who had sought alliances with the Monetarist over the years, given how little political influence they had. And not even the Regalia had any influence over him, especially since he had never taken a wife. So for the last two days had taken on a slightly more dignified aura of a Turkish Bazaar, with Alejandro being polite and diplomatic but making no promises to anyone, and Gregorio sitting quietly in the corner, unnoticed by many. Only once had he slightly shook his head as an innocent enough sounding proposal was offered. Alejandro's face had never changed, and he had been just as polite and non-committal as he was with the others. But he trusted Gregorio's primary gift even more than his skill with a thrown dagger. But now his office hours were over, and he was at liberty to fume in the direction of the corner …" It's bad enough that they expect me to wear that foolish had; I can understand the symbolism of power. I even get to go visit a Convent tomorrow where the Nuns have created a new one just of me. Of course, I have to go with nearly the entire Grand Council in that preposterous barge they call the Quintero, that is so ponderous that it requires forty-two oarsmen to move it, escorted by half of the navy, who will likely all be laughing up their sleeves, with their ships propelled by fewer oars." That did bring a snort from the corner, and an observation." Just be glad that you don't have to go to war in it … well other than with your keepers." Allesandro arched an eloquent eyebrow in the direction of the only man who could get away with mocking him, but kept his peace, at least on that issue." They expect me to stay in the Palace at all times, unless it is for a public function. And then I am to be accompanied by a coterie of so-called advisors, and a contingent of the Guard. They say it's for my safety, but really it's because they want to keep track of everything I do." And what am I going to do with Lady Ishtar now?" Grigorio Luca(the question seemed to be a serious one, he got a serious answer, more or less." Well, if you've run out of ideas, I can think of three or four things that would give you an exciting evening and some stress relief via your lady friend …" But why not invite her to move in? She'd hardly be the first in the palace. And think of the great lunches." Grigorio Luca had long since earned the right to be flip with his employer. They'd been together as long as most people could remember. Some said he was Gregorio's cousin, others suggested he was a bastard brother and there was not a small amount of speculation from Tuscany, (specifically from Lucca where he was born) that he was both. Neither he nor Alejandro had ever dignified the question with an answer of any kind. What was known was that they were of similar age and bore what could have been a family resemblance. He had dark brown eyes to Alejandro's hazel, And at 5'11" he was three inches shorter. He served as Alejandro'sMarescialloin the Navy and hisguardaspallethen and currently, and he was apparently very well paid. His major talent had never been revealed, but an astute observer might notice that very rarely did Alejandro or those he led get caught by surprise … other that by Alejandro himself." Well, let us go then: I can see my lady friend, and you can see yours." This time it was Gregorio who lifted an eyebrow." Do be serious Sandro, she'd sooner slit my throat than fuck me, and she'd probably enjoy it more."***Gregorio knocked loudly, and twice, given that the woman at the door never answered the first time." Mariana. Open the door, if you would."" Of course, Lady." The conversation was easy enough to hear. And when she opened the door she did it with a flourish, and a spin that showed a lot of pants leg under her skirt." Be welcome, the Lady awaits." That and the bow were for Alejandro. For Gregorio she seemed to be fingering her stave and contemplating its use. He didn't really sense danger from her, but neither did he see any semblance of welcome on it. So there was no reason to linger and chat, especially as it only reminded both of them that she was an inch taller than he. He did have to admit that she was a beautiful woman. But still he found a seat on the opposite side of the room from where Mariana usually sat, as Alejandro went in to see his lover. He was quite sure that his employer would find great welcome there, and it would likely be a long evening. Luckily, he had a book in his packAllesandroShe was absolutely lovely and serene as she always was. And as always, she managed to touch his heart before his groin. Alejandro could not imagine being without her. There were few women indeed who ever managed to stir so much within him. In a way, it was a blessing that she did not rise when he entered. He took it as reassurance that things were still good between them Closing the door behind him Alejandro went to sit on the couch." I've missed you, my dear." And with only that prelude, he kissed her deeply and long, perhaps holding her more tightly than usual. He would ask her to come live in the Palace, within his spacious apartments, but not just yet. For now, he just wanted to savor her and the sensations of holding her. (Ishtar. That was the person she fully became when Alejandro arrived for his visit, or should she be addressing him as His Serenity, Lord Doge, or Most Serene Prince? Perhaps His Grace would be appropriate. Each one of those options danced in her thoughts once the gentleman arrived, but once he sat before her after the door was closed, placing both their attendants outside in the nearly equally opulent sitting lounge, the titles that had flooded her mind all slipped away. She could not decide whether it was her mind that caused it, or if Alejandro seemed more attractive once he moved forth for kissing. The man's arms were tight around her, allowing an awareness of the embroidery along his attire. Briefly, it was toyed with before the lady's fingers had better ideas, such as skating over the Doge's back and shoulders. It was easy to let herself fall into the kiss, after all, it was what they all wanted from her, and normally, the Lady Ishtar was keen to oblige the gentle falsehood of such an illusion. The difference in the way she was touched in this case made it harder to fake, even a to a very minor degree. A giddy nervousness set in as she allowed Alejandro's lips to continue meeting her own, but not only that, she responded in kind. Slowing the pressure of her mouth toward his might have been wise, but instead, she drank him in, sipped down that seemingly endless strength. The couch Ishtar sat on was big enough for them both, and then some. Something was different, and she didn't know if it was simply the pressure and stress of the considerable change in the man's life or something else. As the moments passed, however, it began to slowly not matter very much what it was. Her lips parted, despite being one that was seldom forward in these moments. As much as the young woman who had been once known as Harass had run off from her family to have some further choice in her life and the direction of it, there was only so much a young woman could fight the conventions of her situation and expectations. Even the sweetness of mouths had to part for the purpose of drawing breath at some time. When she did, the courtesan's forehead pressed against Alejandro's to forestall further warmth between them, even if she was perfectly willing. Typically, they had a schedule when he arrived. "You are troubled," she said, making a point of drawing herself on to his lap. She had seldom chosen to do that, saving the expression for moments in which Ishtar truly needed to draw a man's attention firmly. "Do you want to talk to me and I listen? Shall we follow through for dinner? Or is this one of those times that you need my body, now, and within the moment without a great many queries asked as to the reason why? Choose whichever one you desire, Alejandro, and that is the path we will take." Her Venetian was softly accented, but it was never very clear with what as she took great pains to obscure it, even during sex, which was a very difficult task. Someday, Ishtar expected someone would find her out, and she would then need to vanish, but now was not that moment. Her blue and green eyes settled upon shiftless ones by the time he might have opened them. She could never figure out what color his eyes were, as they were apt to change and quite often. Just then, she couldn't tell if they were alike to the color of the sea, moments before a heavy storm, or a calmer hue. She dragged her elegantly painted nails slowly through his hair, which was dark, but not the midnight of her own curls.(for her part, remained standing at her post near the door, her posture disciplined and graceful. While it might have occurred to her a time or two to that Gregorio over the head with her stave or prick him with a hidden blade just to make sure he was worth being trusted, there were better ways to dispose of any unwanted gentleman near before resorting to violence. She was doing one already by the time the two lovebirds were quietly cloistered away: being silent. Thank goodness for expensive walls, in addition. This space had been thoroughly soundproofed. Yes, it was to her mind even against her better instincts that the two either belonged together or that Harass should just return home and beg her parent's forgiveness. Mariana's silence was rather than cruel, least the room a calm that it otherwise would not have possessed, as she imagined it. Yet, something about the man kept her gaze wandering back his way. She was taller than he was, by just a little, but the difference was enough that a very rare insight into a person's appearance could be allowed if the eyes were to lock. Mariana did her best not to look Gregorio's direction most of the time the two arrived, though they had been doing so long enough that Mariana had become more accustomed than she might have preferred to these visits. She, too, was wondering what would happen between her mistress and his master. That of course, ended up being the impetus which forced her curiosity to a breaking point. Though she hadn't answered Harass's questions about what was to be done, given her preference for quiet mouths and active presence in motions, she wanted to know. After all, even while only being a Ontario, they quite depended at least to some degree upon the patronage that the new Serene Prince paid to her lady, even if for a servant of a courtesan, the woman well knew that she was very well put together by any measure of the statement were someone so crass to question it, unknowing of standards, or simply not of the social class where discussing money was typically frowned upon. It was one of those random details that Mariana had learned over the years due to Harass entertaining the social class that the Doge belonged to. If he kept the Lady Ishtar on, even with her rules of avoiding political gain, it would open half a thousand doors for both of them, and more. By no means, was Mariana a stupid woman. It would be a lot by any standard, for a child of Jews, of which they both were. With her fathomless nearly black eyes, it was plain for the right observer that Mariana firstly wasn't what she seemed, and second, was the one with the less gentile European bloodline. It made her stand out, even in the beauty that was Venice. When she approached where Gregorio was seated, her movements were so quiet that it could have been any number of facts that were first noticed. That she fearlessly sat down next to him but took care not to touch. She was tall but did not remotely possess the bulk of a man, and had removed the stave from her back to hold it against her body. The fabric quality was as good as anything a Ontario might have had access to of her attire. The sandalwood and cacao scents weren't at all imagination but were something she'd done to her skin and hair, then shockingly was the scent of a rich, healthy soap. By the light of the candles that lit the room in sconces, and a chandelier at the center, Mariana's hair shimmered, seeming so dark that it looked a void of night upon her head. "All concerns will be different. You will explain? You know these schemes in this place," she explained, pointing toward the window to signify everywhere. She fought with the Venetian language, despite speaking it passably well. Easily several other tongues suit her better, and almost never hearing her actual name left the woman seeming deeply grumpy. She leaned into Gregorio's personal space without thinking much about the fact as a means of getting his attention. "She is like a sister. I want to keep her safe, but she is the fool and moves too fast. You always have a book when here. Why? What do you read, Gregorio?" Clearly, she knew his name perfectly fine, and had more than noticed his presence, but then Mariana did something that some might have thought odd. She shifted her shoulders and head, rounding both, allowing her to appear the same height as he was. His Serenity Alejandro Ontario, 72nd Doge of Venice(had been easy enough getting them out of the Palace this night. His talents could easily persuade the guards that they saw nothing out of the ordinary this night. But once someone came looking for him (and he knew they would) and found him not present, it would make things more difficult all the way around. More importantly, his own level of agitation made it clear to him just how much he valued the company and services of Lady Ishtar … indeed, how much he had come to care for her. And that was surely on his mind as he arrived at her residence. As usual most of his cares flowed away in her presence. She was indeed his serenity. And if she did not yet have great insight into what troubled him still, she did very well know that he was troubled, though cares and worries were suspended when their lips met and their hands touched each other. He was not so big a fool as to think that others did not share in her attentions; she was certainly the most exquisite of courtesans. But this night she was undeniably his. The thought had occurred to him more than once, that he should marry her. But he couldn't imagine that she would even consider it, given how much she seemed to like being out of the public eye, and somewhat mysterious. And in truth he liked the idea of having her as his relatively secret pleasure. Actually, he cared for her far too much for the woman to consider putting her in the public eye, or even suggesting it. No, such moments as the current one were much too precious to endanger. He enjoyed the way her fingers touched him when they kissed, and the way she seemed to crave embracing him as much as he did her. Their kiss lasted to near breathlessness, not the kind of kiss that a man exchanged with a courtesan. There was no rush nor imperative to arouse, though that would happen naturally for both of them. As lovers, they were deeply familiar with each other's responses, and also each other's moods. She seemed to sense that he needed more from her this night, even if she might not know why. Her mouth was as hungry as his for the parting of lips and entwining of tongues. Even when their lips parted, she moved only far enough away for them both to catch their breaths, though the touch of her forehead to his suggested that she had something to say." You are troubled,"She slid onto his lap as she spoke, an intimacy she rarely offered, and one that comforted him even as he answered her." I am." There was no sense denying what both of them knew to be truth." Do you want to talk to me and I listen? Shall we follow through for dinner? Or is this one of those times that you need my body, now, and within the moment without a great many queries asked as to the reason why? Choose whichever one you desire, Alejandro, and that is the path we will take." That came as more of a surprise, as the Lady Ishtar was a very orderly woman, despite the disorderliness of their couplings. But, in all things, she proved to be what he needed her to be. Even troubled, he appreciated the tone and timbre of her voice in his ear. There were as many things about the woman that touched him beneath his skin as there were on the surface. Already her fingers were flowing through his hair in a fashion that was both soothing and provocative." I need you now Ishtar …" And in truth ..." And I will need you later, as well. My hunger for you this night is great, but we shall talk as well." And likely dinner would come when both of them were ready for it. She was a woman who left detail to chance. But at the moment, his lips pressed against the side of her neck, and his hands were already busy undoing and opening her clothing. And if his efforts sullied the perfection of her presentation, he desired her all the more for it. His arousal was already apparent beneath her as she sat still on his lip. Grigorio Luca(had to wonder if she stood sentinel by the door that wouldn't open for three or four hours just to prove that she was more dedicated than he, or she was just rigid by nature, though both was a distinct possibility. That she studiously ignored him was pretty much implicit by now, so Gregorio didn't really bother to notice anymore. It wasn't particularly to annoy her, though in his experience no woman liked to be ignored. It was rather an acceptance of her terms of hospitality, at least in his mind. He was well aware that she was a beautiful woman, with a body he likely would enjoy exploring, and dark eyes that a man could easily get lost in. But he had little interest in disinterested women. And if he knew that she looked in his direction from time to time, he gave no indication of that being the case. Nor did he when she approached him with some degree of stealth, that he knew without even using his normal senses. Nobody ever surprised Gregorio by their approach. It was the greater of his magical gifts, though not one about which he would ever speak. He did take visible notice when she sat down next to him, as it was something that she had never before done, nor shown any inclination to do. The scent of her up close was quite pleasant, though he already knew that, as he did that her hair shimmered in the light. He did find it interesting that she went to so much trouble to be appealing, and then glared at anyone who actually noticed. But then she was hardly the only woman who did so … just one of the more dangerous ones. But he still doubted that her approach had anything to do with himself … which she almost immediately confirmed." All concerns will be different. You will explain? You know these schemes in this place,"Her voice was three different flavors of exotic, in a blend that was as strangely appealing to him as her appearance to his eyes, and the scent of her to his nose … all of which grew stronger as she leaned toward him, as if she had a secret to discuss in the midst of a crowd. By that point, she did indeed have Gregorio's full and undivided attention, which was saying something given what he had been reading"She is like a sister. I want to keep her safe, but she is the fool and moves too fast." Gregorio was not inclined to agree with that assessment, from his own limited observations. In fact, he rather thought that the two of them were to some degree in love, which was part of the reason he suggested that Alejandro invite her to move in. The new Doge never left the woman's presence without a smile. He was quite prepared to believe she was a fabulous lay, but there was more to it than that, he thought. And beyond a doubt the world was a much more pleasant place when Alejandro was happy. But given that he wasn't sure what Mariana wanted him to explain, he stayed attentive but quiet." You always have a book when here. Why? What do you read, Gregorio?" He actually smiled at that, most certainly the first time that one of them had smiled at the other. And he answered candidly." I read, Mariana ..." (yes he knew her name well enough) ... "because I have yet to find anything better to do while we wait for the two who make each other so very happy in the next room."" As for what I read, well there is little choice. One can read Dante, and learn about the wages of sin, or read Boccaccio, and learn about the pleasures of sin. I find myself much more inclined toward the latter." He was actually about to offer to read her some from the tale of Falsetto The Lamporecchio, when she did a something to her position to bring them literally eye to eye. Without having to think very hard or long about it … he kissed her, heatedly, without otherwise touching her. And he left it to her to decide how to respond. Gregorio was quite inclined to follow it whatever direction she wished to take it … or not take it. But his lips left no doubt that he was interested.

Behind The Throne [Geraint & Haloriel]|rating:4.0