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Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Tsuki nods cheerfully. Sounds good! But I don't think I've ever seen Irvine with anything but 'I'm grumpy, so don't hug me' face. Except when fighting. Or when someone... Here she drops her cheer a moment. Brings up the bad subject, or makes fun of it. I try to stay away when he's like that. She then bounces back with her cheerful air. But I doubt that'll come up! So let's go to the tavern! Tsuki says, exuding cheer. Irvine grunts, and follows along, as if Tsuki hadn't been talking about him. The way to the Red Horse Tavern is wet, and Tsuki explains that she's Druid while Irvine is a warrior 'with fancy abilities'. And what about you? I started wandering after my teacher said she'd taught all she could, and Irvine... well, that relates to the bad subject. Tsuki asks.
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Bastian could tell he was going to like these folks. I'm sure he'll cheer up one day. He smiled a broad smile at Tsuki, All your teacher could teach you at your age, eh? Impressive! Well, I don't have any fancy abilities like yourself or our friend here, but I can usually handle myself in a fight - though I prefer avoiding them. I've been wandering the roads between Tapagrian and here since I was 17. That's where I was raised - but I like to think of Camfeld as my true home. He turned around to face Irvine as he walked, What about you, Irvine? he spat through the thickening rain, trying to pick up the pace while walking backwards. What brings you to Kippo and to Tsuki here?
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Irvine stares a moment. I was looking for... someone... when I ran into Tsuki running from some guy, Tsuki pipes up with Geshtar!, When she ran into me. Cue Pisstar, or whatever, and he tried to get me to hand her over. Naturally, I said no. He said some things, I got pissed, and then he ran when he couldn't back his words. Irvine's emphasis on someone is in a chilling tone, as if he was a dead person saying it. As for Kippo, I was traveling to Mandala, and Tsuki decided to stick around after the Pisstar incident. Said I needed cheering up.
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

You? Cheering up? Never, Sunshine! Bastian jeered. Just kidding, friend. Anyways, I'm glad we all ran into each other - you seem like fine companions. Now, let's find out more about these attacks, eh? Bastian took a seat and the bar and began ordering drinks for the three of them, keeping the wine pouring and the bartender talking, keeping an ear out for rumors from the road.
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Roll a Gather Information check.
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

An over 30 farmer is deep into his whiskey, and is willing to talk. I'm not sure what it was. But some silvery thing leapt outta the trees. It grabbed the caravan guard and causally ripped him in two, like he was parchment. It then killed everyone that fought back, which was just ol' Ot. He wasn't much, but no man deserves getting ripped open and his intestines pulled out like they were toys. The man took a long swig, as if to wash away a bad taste.
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Bastian turned wide-eyed to his companions, OK then! There was a long pause as he took a long glug of ale. At least he didn't say goblins, right guys? he elbowed Irvine playfully. Well, I suppose that confirms it. What say we make our way to Brisbeir Road and see what kind of trouble we can get into? Bastian called for their tab and prepared to make his way outside town.
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Tsuki giggles at Bastion little joke, while Irvine just grunts in annoyance. When they reach the border of town, a black wolf walks up to Tsuki. Hey boy, how you doing? Tsuki asks. The wolf gives her an annoyed look, as if to say, 'what do you think?'. Tsuki turns to Bastion, and introduces the wolf. This is Blackfang, my bestest friend! Blackfang's fur is black, and currently completely soaked.
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Bastian knelt down to eye level with Blackfang and offered his hand to the black wolf. Hey there boy! Nice to meet you. Enjoying the rain I see? He turned, chuckling to Tsuki and Irvine, Was this guy just waiting outside for you two? That's one well behaved wolf.
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Tsuki nods. He's my animal companion and friend! Tsuki says. Irvine just rolls his eyes. He's yours, now let's move. I'd like to see if we can at least get out of the rain. Irvine says. Tsuki sighs. If only it wasn't raining, then Blackfang could track it! Oh well. Several 3 hours later...
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Bastian and his companions made their way down the road, keeping an eye out for silvery things in the trees. In the distance, he spotted what appeared to be a small caravan heading towards them. Turning to his companions, he said, Alright friends, we need a plan. I haven't spotted anything for all of our time toiling about. Whatsay we talk to that caravan and offer to escort them to town?
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

Tsuki nods. Sounds good to me! It seems to attack caravans, so protecting one should get it's attention. Irvine says, As long as we get out of the rain, I don't care. Besides, here a dark gleam enters his eyes, Let it try to tear me apart. It'll find me a little tough to chew.
Thread: D&D 3.5 One on One: Invasion of Savagery Game

As they approached the caravan, Bastian called out, Aye there! We've been sent by the Baroness Agnise Ritter to guard the roads into Kippo, there's been danger about. Is there room for us to join you in there? We'll guard you nonetheless, but this rain has been pelting us all day, my friends and I would surely appreciate it.
Thread: A Cage For Cami  (Camille & Swordsman18)

Camille lay in bed staring out into the darkness. Her husband was there beside her, snoring loud enough to raise the roof. It was New Year's Eve, the fifteenth anniversary of their wedding day, and instead of celebrating, they had fought, saying ugly, hateful things to one another, shouting in angered voices, not really sure what they were even shouting about. Nothing had been resolved, of course. They just both got tired of the arguing and went on to bed. He slept while she lay there feeling alone. Quietly slipping out from beneath the bed covers, Cami walked over to the window. She peered out into the night, observing the lights coming from downtown where the New Year's Eve festivities were just getting underway. She use to love the celebrations and parties, the laughter and excitement the night life could bring. Her eyes grew moist as she recalled happier times, when James, her husband, would accompany her to the movies or go out to eat at a fine restaurant together. She finally quit asking him to take her anywhere as it always ended up in a fight. It seemed as though he couldn't be bothered when it came to her feelings or what she was needing or wanting. Why should I stay home and feel sorry for myself? The words were barely above a whisper as she stood there at the window looking out. If he doesn't want to celebrate our anniversary or help me to ring in the New Year, there's no reason why I can't, is there? It took her less than 10 minutes to change, curl her hair, and put on her makeup. She was a woman on a mission To go out and party like it was....2013! Dressed in a sexy blue dress and high heels, she quietly closed the front door behind her, not bothering to wake James up or to leave him a note letting him know where she was going. She jumped into her car and headed straight for Ned's Tavern.
Thread: A Cage For Cami  (Camille & Swordsman18)

Ned's Tavern was packed to the brim with people and for once in like all the years that she had ever seen it, there were bouncers at the door controlling who got in and who didn't. Many of the girls that they were letting pass were the younger more promiscuous type. They took one look at the woman that was a bit over the age range that they seemed to be looking for and kindly asked her to come back later. She would see not too far from where she was not allowed into Ned's that there was some kind of swanky place that did not look all that busy. A person dressed in a suit walked into the place and no one stopped him or anything. This place looked like it was huge and there was the sound of a harp playing somewhere inside of the place. So whoever these people were they seemed to be the very classy and more sophisticated sort. A type of people that not usually would have been seen in a party around here since it was so far from people's downtown penthouses and fancy cars. Yet here some of them were mixing it up with each other and drinking wine that was worth more than a few people's salaries. Sounds of laughter, partying and merryment issued from the place seeming to just draw people in.
Thread: Lucky Dog

Jimmy stared at the light. It was like they always said, when your were dying there was going to be a light. It was really bright, and hurt his eyes. Strangely, they were the only things he could feel. The rest of his body had gone numb thanks to the blood emptying from the bullet wound. Damn. He wheezed. Dead for a playboy. What are the odds? His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and the light vanished. Light flashed over his eye lids, and thunder rolled through the ground beneath him. I'm alive, he thought. There was a pit patter on some windows to his left. He pushed himself off the floor, and sat up to look around. He wasn't any longer outside an adult book store. It looked like he was in someone's room. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a thin whine. Then he head something. There was a spring sound. He turned to his left and saw a bed. Curious, he pushed himself off the floor and looked up over the bed. His eyes went wide. There was a woman.
Thread: Lucky Dog

Sara laid in her bed looking at the roof once again she sighed as she was now eighteen years old and never been with any man her shyness as always made that not possible. She was quite the beauty however whenever a guy asked her out she rejected them so harshly she earned a reputation as a ice queen so eventually males stopped asking her figuring she would never put out many rumors spread that she was a lesbian which was far from the truth she was just timid shy and scared to talk to men. It was another lonely day for herself as she felt a little hot and bothered she had seen an ad on her cpu showing a mans penis and despite closing it quickly and blushing she had been turned on at the sight. She moved her hand down onto her panties and began to rub it slightly she lived alone in her house with nothing but her big dog there. Its just me and you boy... well I am going to have a little fun so no more whining. She smiled as she went and removed her panties her fingers sliding along her womanhood causing her to moan lightly. She moved her hand to rub her small chest her fingers rubbing her naked chest it felt good but she knew sex was so much better she just feared men far to much and she was not into girls. She moved her fingers sliding them along her clitoris it felt good her moans getting a little louder dreaming of the mans penis she saw inside of her causing her face to turn bright red.
Thread: Lucky Dog

Jimmy's eyes grew wide. A young woman was on the bed, her legs spread open, and her pretty pink lips smiled at him as she caressed herself. Her face was red. He could smell her lust. It sent a shiver through his spine. He shook his head, and smiled. He could feel himself getting hard. Without waiting for an invitation, he jumped on the bed, and buried his snout between her legs, pressing his cold snout against her throbbing sex.
Thread: Lucky Dog

As she touched herself and rubbed she felt her dog jump onto the bed his nose into her pussy causing her to moan as she felt the cold nose rub along it she had never seen her dog act like this before as he began to lick her warm pussy causing her to moan in pleasure it was her dog but it felt so good. Oh goodness... yes... when did you... umph... feels so good good boy oh man... this is nice.
Thread: A new Hope rises (Outsane X QB)

Micaiah , the Prie stess of Hope Prince Joshua Lyndis
Thread: A new Hope rises (Outsane X QB)

She found it as an insult more than an offering of peace. Handing over a beaten, bruised, raped, degraded, and mutilated woman rather than offering countless virgins that were still pretty. Was she the best her kingdom had to offer? Micaiah followed behind in chains quietly, covering herself still. She may have been tortured beyond tolerance for some, but still she held on to her dignity. Whatever shadow of it remained from before. As she left her prison, she heard the guards making bets on how long it would take for her to cry, to break down and try to kill herself once in the possession of the foreign Prince. As she passed them, she held her head high as her final display of her personal vendetta against them. Once she was out of their view, she dropped her head and sighed silently, remembering she was trapped and she'd always be in chains. Micaiah stopped before the general, keeping her head down, hiding her face with her veil of silver hair. As she was introduce, she nearly scoffed out loud at the term 'fine quality'. Perhaps before she was captured, but not now. She was worse than sloppy seconds. She was the worn sock with holes torn open everywhere, greyed fabric and frayed ends. They could patch it up, but it would still be a ratty old sock. As the fat man pulled her closer and licked her cheek, her nostrils flared and her lips curled into a scowl. She wanted to pull away or even slap him, but she knew any act of rebellion against him would lead to to her getting slapped, and she'd rather tolerate him licking her than being degraded with being slapped. She dared a look up at the man who led her to the room. She caught his gaze for a brief moment before she dropped her head again, veiling her face from his gaze. Once in the privacy of the room, she remained still, standing with her head still dropped. Micaiah couldn't tell if anyone was in the room, so when a moment of silence passed by, she lifted her head and gazed around, getting a bearing of her surroundings. She spotted the open window and stared at it a moment. It screamed 'a trap' to her, but still she had to check. Micaiah walked over to the bed and tugged on the rope tied to it, then examined the knot. It was expertly made. She bit her lip, contemplating it. She was still able to run quite fast, that much she knew. Before anyone knew she had escaped, she could be out of sight from the soldiers, leaving them relying on their hounds to find her. She could lose them easily in the river. Micaiah held the rope as she walked over to the window and sat against it, looking around for any sign of some one who would spot her.
Thread: A new Hope rises (Outsane X QB)

For a brief moment, one could see the movement of guards. As if..looking for someone, both soldiers in some uniform and others wearing cured leather and a variety of arms. Those men...mercenaries. The worst kind of soldier. They plunder as they pleased and sated themselves with slaughter and rape. When the capital of Einshawe fell that day, mercenaries raped and killed without hesitation. Hated and feared by Saslavans, they were reviled as a force that answered to no man. Where is he?! shouted one, waving his sword forward. Wary cityfolk scrambled, afraid of falling to their sword. Yet, they made no attempt to attack anyone, instead looking from place for place for someone... but who? Just then, the rope grew taut, as if...something had latched onto the rope and was using it. Grunting could be heard, steps against the walls audible as the rope creaked. Soon enough, a man with rich ruby red hair got up from the ceiling, robed in green. His cheek bones were somewhat effeminate, mimicking the well-chiseled look of Queen Ishilien, the Ruler of the White Dunes and of Cherus. Could this man be...the Prince? The Prince didn't even cast a good look at her as he closed the window right after pulling up the ropes. Who are you? he asked, locking the door with a wooden bar. While his voice was calm and somewhat alluring, he seemed to be in quite a rush, opening the door to look both ways. Good. Lyndis hasn't sent her men up here. Fabulous. Now, Zihark just has to distract them an- Put on some clothes, for Rausten's sake! he said, looking towards the girl still in his room. His eyes did note the Silver hair, but he clearly wasn't interested in that crap. While many would indeed remind her that she was supposedly 'destined' for great things as all descendants of Ancient blood would be, the man made no attempt to even consider. But...that name...Lyndis. The Sclavendi mercenary who pledged her loyalty, only to flee from the eve of battle! Her right-hand man Joseph was captured and put to the guillotine, one of the few who, not once during their torture, did not curse her name. He firmly believed in their freedom, knowing that his people too have suffered for long. But what would that woman be doing here? Could she be in hiding?
Thread: A new Hope rises (Outsane X QB)

She watched the group move through the street with a blank expression, but she could feel a bitter hatred for them. She wanted nothing more than to pick them off one by one with a bow just to satisfy her blood lust. Micaiah kept still while watching the scene, able to hear what they said quite clearly. Those army men were never ones to be quiet. Her thoughts were distracted as the rope was tugged from her grip. She stumbled back slightly and stared with shock. Was one of the soldiers climbing the rope? She glanced around the room for a weapon instinctively, but found none. The guards had scowered the room before she had gone in to ensure anything that could be used as a weapon was removed. Cursing her misfortune, Micaiah moved back against the wall, preparing to fight off whoever came from the window. As the Prince came through and closed the window, she stared with wide eyes a moment, confused. He didn't even give her a second glance, plus he asked who she was. Wasn't it obvious? Wasn't that what he was supposed to be in the room for? To accept his gift? A few muscles in her face twitched as she clenched her jaw, remaining silent. Micaiah watched him move about the room and listened to him talk. Her yellow eyes flashed with an unreadable expression at the mention of Lyndis. Countless hours of festering fury boiled inside her again at the name. She met his eyes when he finally took a look at her and she remained silent a moment before she spoke in a quiet, hoarse voice. I have no clothes. A sex slave has no need for clothes unless her master gives her some. Her tone was even and controlled, if not a bit bitter. She moved her hands to cover herself. It was obvious he had no interest in seeing her naked, so she decided to spare him the sight. Her hair covered her breasts, so she was as decent as she could be. She gave him a good look over. At least he wasn't as bad-looking as her captors.
Thread: A new Hope rises (Outsane X QB)

For a moment, the Prince looked back at her, as if...pleasantly surprised about the things she said. His eyes did scan her naked form...rounded and modest breasts hidden by slender strands of silver hair, her womanhood exposed, shaven and clean. If the man wanted he could so easily take her down and ravish her fair body...rightfully so, given how something inside of him burned, lust like none other. But as a Prince, his self restraint was most admirable. His hand at his chin, he looked lost in thought. Ahhh! I know! You're that fat guy's gift, right? I was thinking it'd be jewels or something else... he walked close, inspecting her body. He did look curiously at the slender silver strands, running his hand across her hair. Her breasts were revealed sporting bejeweled nipple rings, jingling softly with diamonds inlaid upon them. ...This is no good. I can't put you up for a wager! I have to win back the Cherusia or Zihark is going to kill me! The Prince lamented. What would be that retainer's reaction when he finds out that he, of all people, put up the most prized possession of Cherus for a single buy in at a game of bones? Then, he looked right back towards the girl as he threw what looked like sack cloth cut out to be a dress. It was a bit short on the skirt, riding just at her waist showing what precious bits unless she pulled down on the dress. It was rather lowcut, showing a bit of cleavage yet it did fit somewhat well had it not been for the itchy fibre. Wear this. But before that... he softly laid her to the bed, taking out...a crude pair of shears. Stay still, damnit it! he said, as he softly pushed her to the bed, back against the mattress. He softly pushed aside the hair that hid her nipples, positioning the shears so that it would cut against the nipple rings. With a tight press the ring came out, as he looked at it close. Tsk. Not enough for a buy-in. H-hey! Stay still. he said. His manhood hardened slightly as he straddled her body, feeling her breast in his hands as the other clamp gave way as well. Two diamonds...I'm going to need something else if they're gonna let me buy in. That was when he turned around to look at her. Hey, do you mind if I wager you up for a game of Bones? I swear I'll win you back! Of course, little did she know, that was EXACTLY what he thought betting the treasured sword Cherusia for that game only to lose it to that Sclavendi woman.