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Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Armauk had some ideas about what could be done to a humanoid's body without actually killing them, but he doubted that torture would be waiting for them when they reached Vazina. Prisoners that were tortured before they were brought to trial, or even after they were sentenced, would cost the throne some good will with the public the crowds didn't have the patience or the stomach for torture and mutilation, they would be calling for a public trial and then a quick, public execution. Here, on the outskirts, far enough away that it would take enough time to organize a pursuit from the city that he would be able to lose himself in the forest would be the best place to make an escape. Unfortunately, while Armauk's skills would serve him extremely well in the wilderness outside of the cage, they were not going to be much use in getting free from the cage itself. Fortunately, he wasn't the only one thinking about escape. With a quiet growl at the back of the guard as he stepped away from the wagon, the half-orc watched the man go until he was far enough that he would be outside of easy earshot of the conversation, before looking back to the halfling again. Her assumption about him was mostly right, he might be here because the brawl had convinced the guards that he was the guilty party they were looking for, but he wasn't going to be on trial for embarassing one guard. I can't imagine the guards are going to be handing out reprieves or favors for having had their job done for them, so there's no reason I'd be in a hurry to help them out. Of course, if he thought there might have been enough benefit in it to be worth the effort, he probably would snitch her out in a heartbeat. But he sincerely doubted that the guards would do any less than actually expect it of him and the rest of the prisoners, as if keeping track of themselves was their job. This area, at night, could be dangerous for you and them, and I didn't see any of the guards that looked as though they might be experienced trackers, so I figure you've probably got a slightly better chance of avoiding them than you do the predators that live in the area. If you've got enough of whatever trick it is you have up your sleeve, I could help you tip those odds further in your... or our... favor. Having my equipment that they took would help, but I could probably improvise if I had to. There was no deception or even an attempt at scaring the halfling in his words, they were simply his honest opinion and assessment of the situation as he saw it.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Hm? the blond girl arched a brow at the offer. Then she cocked her head. And people say I don't pay attention? Get me out of these manacles and I can fight unarmed or heal your wounds, call water from nothing and light fires without tinder. Even if we get lucky enough to sneak up and grab our gear without having to fight those men, you'll need me out there.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Rebecca grinned. And you'll need my... my .... Achu! She sneezed into her hand. Help, out there. If we don't find any weapons, my magic will be the only way to hunt for.... for.... She started before nose twitching. F.....Achew! She sneezed on her legs. For for food. She commented.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

The guard comes back around, a wine skin clasped in his hand. he took a deep swig from it before smiling at you all. He gives you all a salute, before taking another swill, when the owl hoots again, though its off pitch. An arrow sprouts from the guards neck, blood and wine spilling over the ground as he fell back, gurgling. At the same time, the sound of a flock of birds descends on the men around the fire, accompanied by the sound of hail striking metal. The guards all sprout feathered shafts and cry out in surprise and agony. several of them go down, as the others rise, blades being drawn free from scabbards, though before the men have the chance to use them a second volley of arrows falls on them. The standing guards quickly fall, laying still around the fire as their blood mingles. The night grows quiet, and for several moments, until the usual night sounds return, the owl hooting one more. Shadowy figures leave the cover of the trees and make their way into the camp. Several of the descend on the downed guards, steel flashing in the moonlight. The rest quickly rush the door of the wagon, Quick lads get it open, I want to see that gold! One of them says. In moments you all hear a click and the door falls open, your arms forced to rise with the weight, and the faces of a dozen scruffy and unwashed men look in. The fuck? one of them says the oldest of the lot judging from the grey in his beard. He looks at one of the others, Fred... you said that this was the one... Where the Fuck are the Taxes then? he growled out at the other man. Get them out of there he yells, stomping away. The other men quickly swarm you, and in a few moments keys are passed around and you are all freed, and dragged out of the wagon. They line you up in front of the older man, who is joined by the others that had gone off the finish off the guards, one of them is a particularly beefy half orc. The man looks up and down the line Alight, you lot have a choice... I don't leave witnesses... but I happen to be in need of some more men, expanding the operations and all that... So here's the deal, if you lot can beat Grog here, unarmed, your in he says, placing his hand on the orcs shoulder, the big beast grinning at you. Don't worry ladies... I'll be gentle Grog says, grinning at you all, his yellow tusks on display. The men around you all jeer and whistle. The older man smiles too, If he beats you, then the rest of us are gonna be having a good time while we... Acclimate you into the gang... and in case your wondering if you can say no... remember, I don't leave witnesses he says, a dark twinkle in his eye.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Irlana She was satisfied with how the discussions were going, when the guard returned and it quickly became redundent - at least for now, if they needed to escape the bandits it might be something to consider again. Faced with her options and a knowing that she would be next to useless in a fair fight she instead decided to make herself seem small and stepped behind the others, so four of us against him unarmed? it was a stalling tactic as she scanned the area for weapons that the guards might have dropped, and also focused herself on Grog in case she needed to impact him during the fights any other rules? . Actions See more Perception for finding a close unattended weapon 10 Swift action to focus her Hypnotic Stare on the Grog Should have a -2 on will saves there is no obvious sign she has used this the suspect doesn't know unless she lets them.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Things had been going so well, when suddenly they weren't. Or maybe they were, still, just in a different way. Armauk was taken by surprise as the caravan guards suddenly began to experience a bad rash of being dead, but as what appeared to be a bandit group descended upon the caravan, before long it was obvious what was happening. The only thing that remained to be seen was what the bandits would do with the prisoners depending on what they were here for there were several possible outcomes, a few of which weren't going to be much better than still being locked up in the caravan. Once all of the guards were dead, the prisoners were quickly unchained... but hardly released... and informed of their 'options' concerning the situation. Armauk had no delusions that he would be found to be quite a bit less 'useful' than the girls if he fought this fight and lost, but if he didn't fight, he had no doubts that they'd kill him anyways. So, he simply took a breath and curled his hands into fists, eyeing up the half-orc that was going to be their opponent, studying him as he stood up to his full height, ready to fight. Armauk was no brawler, but if a bare-knuckles brawl was what it was going to take to get out of here, at least he knew how to handle himself in a fight. Action See more Designating Grog as his Studied Target as a move action, assuming he has the time for that
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Rebecca had stumbled out of the room. Squirming as she realized the filth on the men, imagining them touching her. Standing in front of the other two girls, she threw her arms wide protectively. A image completely ruined when her nose twitched. Achu! She sneezed out forcibly reflexively covering her mouth. See more Ready action to ray of frost when combat starts if possible.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Melisandre Fireflower As the bandits put the guards to the sword, mingled stings of empathy and vengeful satisfaction pricked at the oracles heart. The blond elf's bosom was so bountiful that it swished and jiggled from just normal movement. It might have done fantastic things if she had her heeled boots onthough if she'd had time to don her healed boots, she'd have her armored corset on too! As the scenario unfolded, the blond's tongue touched her lisp and her eyes half lidded thoughtfully. The daydreamy expression of a girl withotu a care in the worldor the vacant expression of a thoguhtless airhead. This is annoying. There's not much I can do without my prayer-tokens. Azure eyes fluttered open suddenly, now quite severe. No man enjoys my body, she said severely, And I claim these girls for my own. If you think you can take them from me.... She pivoted on her right foot, left foot sweeping forwards. Light on her feet, she lifted her back hand high. Her front hand came to just above her chest, palm up, and beckoned, Come and try it.
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Irlana You look around for a weapon, but it the scuffle that killed the guards most of their weapons seem to have been taken, living little more than a few broken arrows in the vicinity. Not having time to search more thoroughly you focus your hypnotic gaze on Grog Armauk You have plenty of time to study grog The other Half orc stands at a full 6' tall, with quite a lot of muscle on his frame, and you can tell that none of it is for show. He seems unhurt for the scuffle with the guards, and has no obvious weapons nearby that he might have been carrying. Rebecca You call some of your power to your fingers as those around you tense, ready to strike at the first sign of combat Grog grins at Melisandre's words, I'll start with you, pretty thing he says. Before taking a step forward Initiative Please roll for Initiative
Thread: Resurrection of the Lytch King 1

Irlana She had hoped for a dagger of sword, but a nearby arrow might do she supposed - she didn't intend to wield it personally at any rate. See more Initiative 192 21
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Rebecca waited for combat to start. See more Init 819
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Thread: Project: Bellona (character sheets)

So, for all interested here is the character template for your characters for the the Bellona RP. I will try to make an example character later. Image Name Required Age Height Weight Hair Eyes Distinctive Marks Class Worker, Aristocrat, Mechanium. Required Geneseed Required Bio Required
Thread: Witchcraft isn't Dead (RippledStatic x Sketchyequine)

Abigail spent time in her home with ice cold water rolling over her ice cold skin. The water ran red and to went down the drain constantly. The bitch had made a huge mess all over her. Abigail let out a quiet laugh as she continued to scrub her nail beds clean of all the gore she had caused. The water trailed along her bare breasts and hips as it cleaned her of the blood, but she would never be clean of her sins. A witch was built to commit sin for that was what the dark lord fed off of. If she did not sin by spilling blood her master would go hungry, and she couldnt have that. A weak master meant for a weak daughter, and Abigail wallowed in the power she was able to tap into. It allowed her to do unimaginably horrible things to greedy men. Witchcraft was a very seductive art. Abigail was always in tune with her sensuality and the desires of the flesh. It was why her victims were so drawn to her, and it made it easy for her to draw them in. After all, human revolved around sex and desire. It was like offering cheese to a rat before the trap snapped closed. Abigail drifted out of the running water and turned off the shower head before wrapping her curvaceous body in a silk robe that clung to her and left very little to the imagination as she wandered from her bathroom toward the common area. She began lounging on the velvet furniture where she planned to read ancient scripture until daybreak- she didnt sleep at night. Thats when the knock can at the door. She glanced over her shoulder and hummed quietly to herself in response. Its not every day that a mouse come knocking at the cats door. She whispered to herself before standing. Her long, wet, silvery hair remained cemented to the back of her neck as a result of the shower she had just taken. She padded, barefoot, towards the front door as her hands loosened up the tie on her robe and allowed it to sag around her shoulder and expose her breast as much as possible without exposing her areola. She she opened the door and leaned against the wooden frame. Good evening, little mouse. She purred, eyeing him up and down quite carefully. From the outside the house was a trash heap, but inside there was a magical transition. The home had no electricity, but it did have running water that she could use for bathing. The inside was grand with dark, wooden walls decorated with candlesticks and oil paintings while red satin furniture and books took up space in the middle of the expansive wood floors. It looked like something straight out of a rich mans home in the time period in which Abigail was born. Modern individuals thought it a bit odd and unique, but it had never stopped them from climbing into abigails bed. Come in. She purred to him. Ill pour you a drink. She noted before stepping out of the doorway.
Thread: Witchcraft isn't Dead (RippledStatic x Sketchyequine)

Something felt off the moment the door opened, it wasn't that the house didn't have electricity, it wasn't that the inside seemed so different then the outside, the whole thing just felt off. Despite himself he took a step in as she opened the door Thank you, I'm just on my way home but I've still got several hours to go and so I thought I might see if anyone was home, I hope I'm not interrupting. He spoke and watched the woman step back into the house. Something about the woman simply oozed sexuality, it wasn't her confidence or the way she looked or how she carried herself or spoke it was more ethereal in a way. He watched her move and found himself almost unable to look away. Lucas peered down the hallway and glanced into each of the rooms, all were similarly decorated in an antiquated way, the house looked from the outside as if it had not been maintained since 1765 and the interior looks like it still was 1765....Some small part of his mind was warning him that something was very very wrong, but Lucas was only human and a man at that. Her robe simply could not have been made for a woman of her.... size it seemed to just hint at the very curve of her full bosom, the hem just barely covering her backside. It was hard not to stair but even as enthralled as the young man was he managed to hold onto some of his tact and stole only a few glasses when he thought she was not looking. What was wrong with him? his mind felt lost and scattered, he shouldn't be in here... The candles were the only source of light causing shadows to flicker across her skin, he was staring again, her legs this time. I'm Lucas, sorry to intrude he suddenly explained and sighed, trying to relax his mind, she was a woman, a very attractive woman and perhaps he was a bit enamored, it wasn't that strange for such secluded houses or cabins to not have electricity, maybe she was some sort of enthusiast, stuck in a time she wasn't born in? it was the only logical explanation he could manage. A drink sounds really good, sorry I've sort of been on the road for a while he said as if to try and excuse his behavior.
Thread: Witchcraft isn't Dead (RippledStatic x Sketchyequine)

Abigail smiled mischievously once her back was turned to the man. She had just completed a sacrifice, so she didn't really need another. However, he had just shown up on her doorstep. How was she supposed to let this gift from her dark lord go to waste? She would play with her food a little before she did the deed, but she had every intention of keeping this traveler for future use. It never hurt to have one in reserves until she needed just a bit more power. It wouldnt be hard to keep him around. Abigail was quite accommodating to her guests. They were comfortable up until she spilled their blood. Shed offer up whatever she needed to in the meantime to keep him there including her own body. You must be very tired then, sir. She whispered, moving to a small bar near the satin couched where she poured bourbon over perfectly square ice cubes that looked like they belonged in some high end bar somewhere. She then capped the crystal bottle of bourbon and carried the glass to her new glass. She hadnt put anything in his drink although she was not above doing such things. Drugs kept her victims ignorant to how much danger they were actually in, and it made it all the easier for her to overpower them when the time came. Although, at least that night, she would allow this man to keep his wits about him. She placed the beverage into his hands and helped him out of his backpack, her hands gently grazing over his shoulders and biceps suggestively. She even allowed her breath to tickles at the hairs on the back of his neck before she carried his backpack to an empty lounge chair near the stairs. Youre welcome to stay the night if you would like. She offered, her voice low and sultry. As you can imagine, I dont get a whole lot of visitors. Id be glad of some company. She smiled as sweetly as she could possibly muster, but the entire facade was faked. Abigail was not just a friendly hermit She was the most dangerous person Lucas had ever met. The fact he was eying her already meant he would be a very useful visator indeed. He would be easy to tempt beyond logical reason. I have plenty of spare rooms. She whispered. Or I have extra room in my bed for a handsome young man like yourself. He had never been made an offer quite like that, she was confident. Being a traveler she could only assume it had been a long time since he had last felt the warmth of a womans embrace.
Thread: Witchcraft isn't Dead (RippledStatic x Sketchyequine)

The whole thing stank, alarm bells should have been blaring in his head, but they weren't, this wasn't a fairy tail she was a lonely stranger out in the woods who rarely got visitors there couldn't be any other ulterior motive right? He took the glass and sipped at his thoughtfully, it was pretty high quality stuff if he knew his drinks, or was that just because she had a crystal decanter? His inhale was just a bit to sharp and she could tell her breath had set him on edge, exactly the way she wanted it to. The night?.... part of him said no that if he only stayed for a few minutes, had a drink and maybe chatted her up he could be home by sunset, but the woman.... I...I suppose I could, I'd had to be a tease and just leave you after only saying hello... he hadn't intended it to come across the way it did and it practically answered her next question for him. Quite taken aback by her blatant offer he took another long drink Uh...lets see where the night goes? it was as non-committal as he could get, something was indeed beginning to feel just a bit off in an indescribable way, of course most normal humans did not get to be in the presence of a daughter of satan even once in their lives so they did not exactly have much to compare the strange dark allure to. That part of his answer was likely a few steps back from what she had anticipated or expected, most men would have been trying to rush her already, eager to bed such a beauty and unaware of what that meant for them afterward. This small rebellion, even unbeknownst to him, would be of some special note. I'm um, very flattered by your offer he said with a smirk, Lucas wasn't exactly a playboy but he wasn't a prude either, though one night stands were not something he had really indulged in, much less so not two minutes after stepping into a womans home. He placed the glass down on a nearby side table and stretched his shoulders and arms, glad to be out of the backpack for a time its...quite a home you have here he said gazing up at the high ceilings, it really did look like something not out of place two centuries prior.
Thread: Witchcraft isn't Dead (RippledStatic x Sketchyequine)

What am I? She furrowed her brows in mock confusion. Im just a girl, Lucas. What did you think I was? She turned to face him, tilting her head to one side as she looked at him curiously. He lit a rage deep within her bosom when he took a step backward rather than forward. He was trying to get away, and that was unacceptable. Theres nothing unusual about the primal attraction between a man and woman, Lucas. Why on earth would you think otherwise? Plus. You say your family has been in this town for a long time. You should recognize local culture. Age started to move back towards him then, facing towards him in the full glory of her nudity. He had broken through her usual hold over potential victims and now he looked like a scared animal looking for the first place to run away and hide. Unfortunately for Lucas, however, Abigail was a skilled hunter with hundreds of years of experience. She hardly even missed a shot, and her weapon was already aimed at him. He was a goner if she wanted him to be, but tonight the witch was in the mood to play with her food before putting it out of its misery. She was capable of far more than he would ever think to give her credit for, and it was all about to rain down on him like a ton of bricks. I think you are the type to jump in bed with someone you hardly know, Lucas. You looked up my skirt, allowed your eyes to wander, and even know hormones are pumping hard through your veins. You want me. She looked down, seeing his hand on the doorknob and it caused her to unleash a snake-like hiss before she started mumbling in Latin as she stared the man down and approached. He could try to run, but the spell she cast him prevented his body from following his minds commands. He would quite literally be frozen still as she got closer and closer to him. No better than a talking statue. It really is a shame, Lucas. We could have had fun first, but you've forced my hand by trying to get away. Now. were just going to skip to the pain. Youll bleed, cry, beg, and ultimately die by my hand and youll enter the after life knowing you didnt even have sex first. She ran her hand down along his abdomen, feeling him non-discreetly through his shirt. From that moment on Lucas belonged to Abigail until the day he died. Abigail continued to mutter in Latin placing hexes over him that prevented escape or fighting back. He was in very real danger now. Abigail reached up, grappling his throat and squeezing hard as she stood close. She leaned in and kissed him with all the passion of a prostitution or a woman in love as her tongue mingled with his.