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Thread: Sweat, Blood, and the Arena (Athene & Eyesoffire)

It was a hot day, hotter than it normally would have been in spring. Not that it mattered, not to Marcus anyway. He wore little enough as it were, not by his own choice. Every day since last week had been a new discovery in what it meant to be a slave, to be beneath the lowest of the low. Mostly, since his arrest, it had been just waiting thinking, wondering and hoping. Marcus hated waiting. None of the others who had accompanied him from their dingy, dark cells to the dusty and busy streets, spoke Latin. So, Marcus wasn't even allowed human contact on more than the most basic of levels. He knew this was coming, he hadn't tried to run that night. He had to squint when they were rushed out of their covered, horse-drawn, cart and into the bright light of early afternoon. Made to stand on a wooden elevation and stripped down to nothing more than a loincloth, Marcus stood, side by side with 6 other slaves. His hands were shackled, the chains bound to the wooden floor upon which they stood. He looked down and saw droplets of dried blood from days past. With a frown, Marcus looked up in time to see what seemed to be a woman approaching the group. She did not look Roman, more akin to the Greeks. Not that it mattered. He was to be sold to a new master. He did not even have a previous one. He was owned by the state, and so he'd come cheap. The one bit of solace to Marcus was that he would be sold quickly. He was well fed and spoke the language the privileges of his previous life as a full citizen of Rome. He couldn't help but hope that his new master would show some hint of pity towards him when brought to their villa. The hope felt bitter in his mouth. He suddenly didn't want pity. He had received enough pitiful looks from his own friends when he was dragged out of his home in chains. The woman approached. She was pretty. Her figure didn't show signs of any physical abuse, at least, not that he could see. Maybe it wasn't such a bad home to go to. If he was bought, of course. Though what were the chances that he'd make for a good house slave? That was usually a woman's role. No dominus wanted to be fed by a man, but some beautiful exotic woman was another matter. Still, Marcus kept his eyes on the woman. He broke contact for a moment, looking at his other slaves, they all had their heads down. Perhaps it was the Roman blood in him, but if he was going to be bought he wanted to look upon the faces of his soon-to-be masters.
Thread: Sweat, Blood, and the Arena (Athene & Eyesoffire)

Lux Aysu As Aysu got a much closer view of the men, she suddenly wondered if her original thoughts had been wrong. At least to an extent. Some of these potential slaves looked less lethal and more ... broken. Tamed. As if their very souls had all but faded away, stolen by Pluto himself. Her head lightly moved from side to side. That wouldn't do, even less so knowing why they had come out here. If Iulius really wanted a personal gladiator, they would need to at least act more akin to one. Or at the very least, wear a different expression. ... Unfortunately, she couldn't overly blame them. Although she probably appeared to be higher than any of them, Aysu was far from that. Rank wise, she was the same as these males. Some owners would argue even lower, simply because of her gender. As she stood in front of Marcus, her head tilted curiously. He was doing something none of the others were even attempting to do, and that was looking at her. As if they were meeting in a much more pleasant and casual manner. Master Iulius! she called, waving her hand. Oh? This one, huh? Iulius mused, quickly noticing the very same thing Aysu had. That was good. If he could look at him and Aysu, it meant his fire, his desires, his passion -- they still remained. He would need his future gladiator to possess all of those traits and so many more. My personal slave here seems to believe you would be a good choice. Tell me, boy, your name, age, and if she is right. Would you be willing to serve me as my personal fighter, gladiator, and bodyguard? This wasn't just a test to determine what to do next, but also to see if part of his training would need to include linguistics. Aysu had certainly needed a good amount of that. Iulius could be a patient man, but that was a trait he was best with showing when people were honest and sincere with him. This man's reactions and responses would also determine that thought whether discipline would be something to consider using or not. Aysu had been whipped before. It just wasn't obvious, concealed by the thin cloth wrapped around her slightly dark flesh. Of course, these were all things Marcus would either learn in time, or never know of. It'd all vary on his response to Iulius, and then what the possible-future Master decided to do afterwards.
Thread: Sweat, Blood, and the Arena (Athene & Eyesoffire)

Aysu spoke latin well, that much was clear. Marcus frowned a little as the man approached, a man named Iulius. Marcus observed him in silence, took in the way Iulius observed his own self. He locked eyes with Iulius for a brief moment before he remembered his station. He could not to do that anymore, and Marcus would do almost anything to avoid being treated like dirt. Sometimes it was best to play your social rank. Better to be strong and smart, rather than just the former. Marcus took a moment to catch a glimpse at what the other slaves were doing. They had noticed that two people were looking over Marcus, some of them looked at him with jealousy he couldn't blame them, their lot in life had been a dark cell with rats chewing on their toes. Others looked at him with pity. That was a strange thing to notice, they pitied him. Outwardly they didn't show their rebellious side, but slaves could tell through glances the emotions that their eyes hide. Marcus Arrius, 28. He said, speaking latin perfectly. Iulius' final question was difficult for him to answer. Doing so would be openly admitting that he was a slave something that Marcus had been mentally avoiding for some time. It was one thing to act the part of slave, but another to confirm that you were one by stating it. Marcus sighed for a moment, a small sigh, soft. This was his new lot now, he had done well not to get on the biting end of the whip. He was a slave. It was time to accept that fact. Pure stubbornness alone would not change that. I... I will fight for you. Marcus' reply was a little stuttered. It pained him to say that, but he did further confirm his answer with a nod.
Thread: Sweat, Blood, and the Arena (Athene & Eyesoffire)

Lux Aysu I'm so sorry ... Aysu latched onto her lower lip, feeling ... horrible. And that was but the tamest of words to use. If she had to be brutally honest, it was closer to disgusted with herself. But really, in the end, what more could she have done? It wouldn't be as if disobeying her own Master would have een a smart move. Far from it, if anything. Her eyes closed as she took a soft, deep breath. ... Hope for this man hasn't truly faded away. Which, if one took a moment to think about it, was true. She could make his new life easier. Aysu didn't need to be blessed with the gift of prophecy to figure Iulius would end up buying Marcus. He was perfect in every way. The fact he did indeed go down the smart but still clearly strong path had secured his freedom. If one could call it that. Iulius nodded, heeding every answer given to him. Although he definitely noticed Marcus hesitate, Iulius allowed it to slide, simply because he gave a correct answer. Still, Iulius noted it all the same, and would remember it. He may not need to discipline Marcus however, it was definitely a very real possibility. Hopefully, Marcus would continue using his common sense and stay on his better side. Only time would reveal what would end up happening. Very well. Guards! Release this man! Two armored figures walked, one going to either side of Marcus. Soon, the chains that had been keeping him secured in place fell, clanking to the wooden platform. Making a 'come here' motion with his right index and middle fingers, he turned and began walking away. We will get you to my villa. Aysu will help you get washed up. And then, before dinner, we will pay a visit to the Colosseum. Aysu's cheeks quickly flushed. I ... huh? You heard me, did you not? Besides, you need to wash up as well. Aysu swallowed, slowly nodding. I understand. Sorry. That just ... I didn't quite expect to hear that, Master. Forgiven, but remember. I do not have many others who could do that task. The saddest part is he was correct though, in Aysu's mind, it was more accurate to say he didn't have many reliable slaves who could do something as simple as help get a newly purchased servant washed up. ... It was thus a blessing and a curse for her. It meant he was placing a lot of faith and had a lot of respect for her. But at the same time, he would expect a lot from Aysu because of those feelings. And that ... well ... could be dangerous. Please keep watching over me, Juno, she inwardly prayed. Despite not having hailed from Rome herself, she did pick up quickly on certain customs. Most came in the forms of their religion. Given her life as a slave hadn't been the worst, Aysu liked to believe at least one of the gods or goddesses had been pitying her. Or something to that effect. The walk wouldn't be long, and within the span of about six minutes, the trio would arrive in front of Iulius and Aysu's villa.
Thread: Sweat, Blood, and the Arena (Athene & Eyesoffire)

Doubt flooded his mind, should he have stayed stubborn and revolted in a small way? No. No these things were useless to speculate on, he had made his choice, and he knew his choice meant better food and living conditions, even if it meant that he would be risking his life for a stranger. He pushed the thoughts aside, it was a new future, not a bright one, but new all the same, and that meant something to him. Marcus could not help but wonder why Iulius said they would visit the Colosseum before dinner. He frowned as they walked. His mind was torn from this thought as he noticed three Roman soldiers walking parallel to Marcus, Aysu and Iulius. They were clearly making side-long glances at him. Their thoughts were clear they suspected that Marcus might make move for freedom. It didn't matter. Marcus was not looking to prod Roman law any further. At least not at this moment. He hated that he had been cowed. Minutes passed and Marcus rose his head to see a large, red-stoned villa before him. Lush plants could be seen situated outside, a few dozen feet from the front gate itself. The villa had an outer wall with carvings of the great deeds of Iulius' family. Marcus had seen this all before the homes of the rich and influential. Several hunting dogs were being taken out the side of the villa, no doubt already working on food for tonight. Marcus' eyes landed on a few peacocks strutting about among the plants inquisitive as to what they might contain. His eyes then rested on Aysu, the back of her. She was to wash him. It did seem like Marcus was already a valued member here, to be personally washed by a slave who accompanied the dominus. Maybe he was confused, or maybe Iulius ran things differently. Regardless of the facts, Marcus had to be cautious. He needed to stay smart so he could stay alive. Additionally, he was eager to ask Aysu some questions.
Thread: D&D 5e : The Lost Lords of Dessarin -- Rules and Regulations

The Lost Lords of Dessarin is the name of this campaign, and will be the name of further threads related to it. This thread will illustrate the requirements I have for the four chosen players. Before they go about putting their characters together they will need to consider the following 1. All Player Characters PCs are at least 16 years old or older, and will not engage in any sexual activity with any Non Player Characters NPCs younger than 16. 2. Furry or Anthro PCs are forbidden. This includes Dragonborn, Tabaxi, and monstrous races like Lizardfolk, Bugbears, and Kobolds. Don't expect to have any sexual interactions with any NPCs of these races, either. Monstrous humanoids like hobgoblins, orcs, goblins, etc. are acceptable, so long as they have no fur, scales, animal ears, animal tails, or animal noses. Devils and Demons can be an exception to this rule. 3. Players are free to use 5th edition content from both the core rule books, official supplements, and the Unearthed Arcana articles. Third party content is forbidden, as is any content from previous editions. 4. The campaign will take place in the Forgotten Realms setting. Players are encouraged to build their characters with this in mind, using The Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide and other related books to aid in this endeavor. Those without applicable reference material are free to PM the DM for compensation. 5. Players will use the form-fillable PC sheets from the following link for personal use If possible, players can post their PC sheet PDF to imgur and link it when they post in the Character Profiles thread. 6. Player posts in the Character Profiles thread will include the following - Character's full name, age, height, weight, hair color, and eye color. - Race, Background, and Class - A detailed physical description of the character. - A brief description of the character's background and personal history. 7. PCs start at level 1 with a free feat of their choice, and a stat array of 18, 17, 16, 16, 15, 14. 8. Group dice rolling has yet to be determined. The DM will update the party on this matter ASAP. While not necessary, I encourage the players to make f-list profiles for their characters for speedy communication. The DM can be found in the f-chat client daily. Since there is a rolling mechanic on f-list, it's possible rolls can be made there, but the DM does not wish the players to wait to make a roll if they know what they're doing, since most of player interaction will occur on the BM forums. That's all for now.
Thread: Fast-Acting Venom || FxM

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Thread: Pokemon Mist (Koibito & Itazura Reborn)

Crap I'm gonna be so late! Exclaimed the blond young man as he pulled up his blue shorts over athletic black leggings. How did I even oversleep?! Questioned the boy as he pulled on a tight blue sleeveless hoodie over an undershirt that matched his undershorts. He then shoved his feet into sneakers that matched his outfit and pulled on black fingerless gloves with thick wrists, Amy's gonna kill me if she's waiting... he said to himself as he grabbed his pack. Aiden was a young man of eighteen who had just turned, meaning he was old enough now to go on his Pokemon journey, a path around the region with his very own Pokemon, taking on challengers and conquering the region's eight gyms on their way to become Champion. Long ago, kids were allowed to go out much younger, that was until certain... Attacks began happening. After a while it became too dangerous for kids that young to go out into the wild and so the age restriction was placed. Mom I'm off! Shouted Aiden to his mother who saw him off, I'll be Champion when I get back alright? He grinned to himself as he ran his hands through his spiky blonde hair, swooping it to the side in it's usual style, running off towards the Professor's lab to get his very first Pokemon, heh... And I'll have more than a few girls wanting the arm of the Champion too he chuckled to himself as he sped to the lab. Once there, Aiden saw a familiar figure at the table holding a couple Pokeballs, the items that held Pokemon within. Aaaaaaammmmyyyyyyyy! Called out the boy to his childhood friend as he leapt at her from behind, throwing an arm around her in a seemingly friendly gesture, that was... Seemingly, until his hand ended up right on her chest, entirely intentionally, groping at the soft plumpness underneath her clothing. Hurry up lets pick! He said as he looked over them. Aiden was a rather rash and impatient kid, it showed in nearly everything he did and shone through now. Hmmm... This one's mine! He said as with little thought he reached out and grabbed the Pokeball closest to him before he let it out. The ball opened and a flash of light came forth. It exploded onto the ground revealing a small, female Pokemon. It was Ralts, and even the hurried young man froze as he realized... Just how cute she was. What was not to like, she was small and almost timid-looking regardless of what her personality actually was, any person would be in awe as he was. Hey... He said as he knelt down and picked her up in his hand. For a moment he felt a sense of bonding in that moment that sounded cliche to all new trainers but remained true, lets do our best, deal? He said with a confident grin more characteristic of himself. Looking around, Aiden, in usual tactless fashion snapped right out of the moment and looked to Amy. You haven't picked yet? C'mon! We have to start our journey! he grinned, thinking he just got away with that grope he helped himself to, but then again that was never the case with Amy, as often as it happened.
Thread: Pokemon Mist (Koibito & Itazura Reborn)

Ack! Aiden shouted out as Amy managed to bash him right on the head with her fist leaving a painfully gigantic bump on the top of his head, heheh he grinned however, as it was so worth it! When Ami finally made her choice, Aiden watched as her hopes of something not pink and mutty looking were dashed with something pinkish purple and goofy looking, apparently it wasn't different enough. It let out a small snarl and a huff as it eyed it's new partner almost... skeptically? But then it seemed to grin contently - if that wasn't just its buck teeth. Still Nidoran wasn't a bad Pokmon, it ran up to her and rubbed up against its leg, before it spoted Ralts and with the two in mind, a mischievous glare crossed its eye before it went back to apparently being innocent and affectionate. Aiden smiled at Ralts and nodded, returning her to its pokeball before standing back up. Nice complimented Aiden, mines cuter he grinned. As the young pervert he was, Aiden often valued cuteness even if it was unrelated to sexual desire, he was happy he got a cute Pokmon and proud of it too. Cmon we leaving? He asked impatiently, we gotta get out there! He said already inching his way out of the lab.
Thread: Pokemon Mist (Koibito & Itazura Reborn)

Amy watched her Pokemon move. Clearly it was a loving Pokemon at least. Sure it may be small and look like a fat long eared Rattata, but what ever. She recalled her Pokemon and gave Aiden a stern look when he commented on his Pokemon's cuteness. It may be, but I don't want to see you trying anything on the poor creature. She hooked the Poke'ball to the strap of her bag before setting off towards the next rout. You know, you should learn to take your time.
Thread: Pokemon Mist (Koibito & Itazura Reborn)

T-Trying anything?! Aiden gasped, honestly shocked at the suggestion as they exited the lab, heading first for the outskirts of their own town. Why would you even say that! he gave her a surprised look, sure he was a pervert but something like that?... That was just... People didn't do that. You're mean he folded his arms in a fake pout before he grinned at her. Why take my time? Asked Aiden as he clipped his Pokeball to the bottom of the small pack on his back, letting it hang like a charm. I mean yeah... some things someone's gotta take their time on but... Most of the things you hold up on are things we could just get to now he said critically of her criticism of him, it wasn't until after he said such a thing that another meaning to the comment registered in his mind and he flashed his usual grin yet again. Just like other things we could be getting to instead of taking our time with he said, clearly insinuating that sex with him was not only something that would happen, but that they should both just let it happen. It was nothing new. Since they were young Aiden was always a little perv, and when they were of age it had only gotten worse. He got away with so much because they were best friends after all - 'get away' relatively speaking of course since he usually ended up with a few bruises for it, but the way he saw it with how they interacted, it was time to just go at it already. Of course, he had always thought like that and made comments like this when it could come up. The cool summer air blew through Vaniville Town, their home, as the two made their way towards the outskirts of town. It would be a bit of a walk so they had time, and after that they would be on their first route, a longer road or path between towns that helped Trainers find their way. Something to stray from to look for Pokemon or to camp whenever night hit.
Thread: Pokemon Mist (Koibito & Itazura Reborn)

Amy hadn't even paid his comment any attention until he started speaking of sex with her. Look Aiden. You know damn well that I am into girls. Why do you keep pushing it? She looked at him sternly and her cheeks were little puffy. Why can't you just understand that I am not into you like that and never will be? She turned her head away and started to walk ahead of him. She was heading through the short Rout 1 and planned on stopping in Aquacorde Town to pick up a few items before they truly set out. She had packed before leaving her home, but only took her clothing and other personal things. She still needed to pick up some trainer items, like potions and Poke'balls.
Thread: Pokemon Mist (Koibito & Itazura Reborn)

Aiden reared back, arms back in a sort of defensive position at the sudden puffy cheeked angry expression Amy gave him. As he caught her stern gaze his face started to redden, her look... it was kind of cute. After scolding him Amy turned away in a huff, awww c'mon he said with a chuckle as he caught back up behind her. Hey it's not like I mean anything by it defended Aiden, it's just our thing, right? He said, semi apologetically rubbing the back of his head nervously. It was true, Aiden never expected much from Amy. True, it would be a dream come true if he actually got to fuck his best friend, but he knew it would probably never happen. They were best friends, of course he was flirty with her to a questionable degree - she had even called him out like this before. Cmon, we're friends he said as he threw an arm over her shoulder. Once again it was a friendly gesture for a moment, a long pause... before his hand was groping at her chest again. Gaaahhh! He would yell at her inevitable retaliation. The trip through route 1 was a short one, not long of walking before they would reach Aquacorde Town, a starting stop for young Trainers, basically a shopping town where they could pick up many supplies for their journeys.
Thread: Pokemon Mist (Koibito & Itazura Reborn)

Amy smacked his hand away again with another glare. Can't you keep your hands to yourself for five minutes? When she agreed to travel with him, she didn't think that he would constantly be grabbing her. If someone seen this display, they could get the wrong idea about them and her. She didn't want to be labeled a slut, and allowing him to do this to her could do that. Once they got to Aquacorde Town, she looked around the small down and finally let herself smile. Well, I guess we should split up and shop. She knew they would be getting the same items, but she didn't want to walk around with him on her hip all day. I am heading to the ball shop. With a slight wave, she headed off to the small shop.