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Thread: Conan Summer RPG IC

Celina With your donkey, loaded up with the supplies and gear that you possessed, you are making your way along the road, and so far, though the clouds are beginning to gather in the east, the day is fine, and none are close by, not on this trail at least. See more Spot and Survival check Fianna As you made your way down, the eyes of the men, and it was mostly men of various sorts, from merchants to their guards, and several local farmers and herdsmen, even the handful of women, mostly those dressed in the skimpy, revealing outfits to attract customers, eyes following her movements. Still in the kitchen is a round man, wearing a little white hat and an apron, who looks her up and down, before nodding. Majet, take our guest to a table! Gesturing with his ladle, a maid runs up, a smile on her face. Please, this way. With that, she would lead the northern warrior to a unoccupied table, and soon returned with a mug of something dark. Five silvers please.
Thread: Conan Summer RPG IC

Fianna was used to the gaze of others, and not always for lusty reasons. She was powerfully built, far beyond that of the typical smooth curves of the womanly figure. Beyond that of most men. So yes, she was used to people taking notice. That, and she'd had to dress down since leaving her home. Cold as it was up there, she was used to it. So now she was baring skin because compared to home, everything was just so warm. The cook motioned for a maid to take her to a table, whom Fianna followed happily. Sitting down, she was soon served a mug of the local product, which she paid for with the five silvers as requested. It was a bit of a contrast to home, where food and drink were free, but then again, she was the daughter of a brewer, and they had their own farm to work with. What she really missed though, were large feasts with plentiful drink and revelry. Thank you. She nodded, taking the mug and gulping down about a quarter of it in one go. She had to make it last, but waking up had left her parched.
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Fianna The maid took the money with a smile, and soon enough came back with a side of pork, and bread, some cheese and eggs on the side, laid on a platter, and placed it down in front of her, a knife and fork at the ready. Though, as she noted the drinking, she smiled, and bowed her head, leaving her to the meal. See more Spot and Listen check
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Nikotris smiled as she woke, feeling content. She found that always slept better at her family home. It was a place of peace where she knew she was loved. Her brother's cock resting in the cleft of her buttocks was proof of that love. Even after all the lovers she had been with in her fifteen floodings alive, Kha'y remained her favorite. Nikotris gently rubbed his tool with her ass, hoping to make him stir one way or another. Wake up, sleepyhead...
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Nikotris He was but a year older then her, a man of sixteen years, and a vintner of some small skill, though good enough to be spoken of. Still, as his sisters ass rubbed on his tool, nestled between her cheeks, his serpent stirred first, twitching, a faint drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip, as he murmurs into her ear. Ah, but the sun has not yet risen my beloved sister... As he spoke, his hands moved, brushing her sides, back and forth, up and down.
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Ceana entered the inns taproom soon after Fianna, already dressed for travel. Much of her wiry and toned limbs was on open display as she only wore scnat metal armor barely covering her groin and her bosom. As used as she was to her frigid home in the north the warmer south hardly warranted any more clothing, and there was also cool calculation behind that state of dress as many a man would be distracted by that sight. Maybe only for a second, but a second can be a long time in battle. Besides that her attire was completed by her pair of boots, the heavy sword on her back and her bag. Shem lay ahead, only a day or two until she would enter the desert lands, the end of the first part of her journey. Initially all she had wanted to do was to get away, to see foreign wonders, to gather fame and riches. That left her wandering quite aimless, though, which in turn was not a state she was comfortable with. And so she had remembered the Shemite merchant who for years had braced the long journey into Cimmeria, and who together with his wares had brought tales of his wondrous homeland. He even had taught those interested bits and pieces of his native tongue, rapid and flowing compared to the somber heavy tones of Cimmerian. And since one destination was as good as another Ceana had decided for herself that Shem she would visit first, to see the wonders of the warm south. Now, though, she needed to eat and to drink, and maybe stock up on rations. So she headed straight towards the inn keeper behind his counter.
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It's not the sun that I care is risen, brother. To further explain herself, Nikotris reached behind her and grasped his shaft. It felt huge in her hand. Kha'y was a large man, tall and muscular, and his tool was more than suited for him. He dwarfed his sister who was smaller than most Stygian women. Still she had no issue handling the mightiest cocks in Luxur, whether on man or beast. And right now she wanted her brother's.
Thread: Conan Summer RPG IC

Ceana Much like the Vanir woman before her, there was much attention, given by men and the rare woman alike, though several of the guards with seems to narrow their eyes, faces blank, as they watch her move, some more unfriendly then others, though none move to intercept her, leaving her be, at least this early in the morning. Still, the Innkeeper, looks friendly enough as you approach, and speaks in his friendly, if bellowing voice. Ah, honored guest, how may this one help you? Nikotris Closer to six feet tall, and built like an ox, Kha'y had a tool to match, eleven inches long, and almost two wide, his tool rose from it's half slumber. as he chuckled, a low rumbling, though still smooth, as his hands brushed her sides and breasts, cock hardening under her touch, twitching and warm, with faint moisture on the cock. Still, he does not speak, instead focuses on her body, hands moving over her body.
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The meal set before her certainly looked like it would fill her up, something that the woman would concede would be worth those five silvers. Though it did give her pause as she thought about ways to make a little coin for herself to sustain her travels. With the maid leaving her to eat, she was all too happy to tear in, taking mighty bites as she would at a feast. The vanir weren't known for table manners, after all. But still, she kept her wits about her, as her silent meal made it easy for her to let her eyes and ears wander. Perhaps she would hear of something that could make for an adventure. OOC Rolls Spot Roll 10 Skill 7 17 Listen Roll 19 Skill 3 22
Thread: Conan Summer RPG IC

Ceana is used to return friendliness in kind, and so she does smile back at the inn keeper. A nourishing breakfast would be most welcome. And something to drink. A big mug of milk, if you have, or a jar of fresh water, if not. The female fighter had never fully comprehended the male's love of ale. That brew only dampened her mind and slowed her body, why would she ever voluntarily drink such? She preferred the energy of milk or the vitalizing freshness of clear water any day.
Thread: Conan Summer RPG IC

Fianna As she listened, she heard rumors, that the Stygians are in an uproar, that there are omens of the death and darkness, and that from the east, and ary of the dead is on the march, though it is still a month away, perhaps longer if the rainy season sends storms to delay their progress. Still, as you see no danger, you do manage to hear another rumor, of bandits gathering in the roads ahead, and of a demonic warrior calling himself the Axe of the Red Sands, seeking victims to slaughter. That pales of course, to the hushed whispers, followed by signs against evil, that the fearsome Grobi chieftain Karstag Childeater has come out of hiding, and is riding north with his band of bloodthirsty and cruel riders, and already in some nearby villages, children have gone missing. Ceana The man nods, and smiles, and turning around, shouts out an order, in rapid fire Shemite, and there is a brief return that sounds vaguely insulting, before he smiles. Ah yes, honored guest. Majet! This honored guest requires a table! With such, the maid walks up, and a smile on her face, would lead her to the same table as the Vanir, the only one not completely filled. Still, she would return with a clay mug of water, and smiled. Three silvers please.
Thread: Conan Summer RPG IC

Ceana paid for the mealand the drink, wondering similar to Fianna how she might start to replenish her funds soon. The business part taken car of she follows the maid and soon enough sits down at the table across the Vanir woman. A good day to you. I am Ceana. Accompanying her greeting with a smile she finally begins to eat, slowly and methodically.
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My greetings. I am Fianna of Vanaheim. She introduced herself proudly, not that her red hair gave away her heritage or anything. Looking at her, it seemed that the table had become reserved for women of powerful form. Not that she minded, even if the one seated with her was Cimmerian. Their people weren't usually terribly friend to one another. But, as travelers, they could set aside the squabbles of their people. More pressing matters were in her head though. Bandits, the undead, a demonic warrior, and a child-eater. Only being one woman, it was hard to choose which to go after first. The most pressing one seemed to be the Grobi though. On the other hand, the Axe of the Red Sands sounded like a brutal fight worthy of song. Choices were hard.
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Well met, Fianna of Vanaheim Ceana replied, friendly even. Sharing the sentiment of the other she saw little use in emphasizing the historical enemity of their people in this place so far from home. Their problems might actually be similar, coming to think of it. Taking another bite out of the chunk of cheese on her plate she added So what brings you to these faraway lands? .
Thread: Conan Summer RPG IC

Spot Check See more Roll1d20416 Survival Check See more Roll 1d20218 Celina continues to make her way east, staying in the shade where possible.
Thread: Conan Summer RPG IC

Adventure! She declared to the question, as if that was all the reason she needed. Which was true. Fianna's people may have been a bit simple-minded and bull-headed, but that came with a certain clarity of purpose that few people had. How was far less important than the goal when it came to her desires. She took another large gulping helping of her mug, washing down the majority of her meal. She'd be done soon, and would be able to go investigate those missing children. Or if fate smiled on her, go put an end to it. Yourself? She asked, giving Ceana a chance to speak, not that Fianna's short replies made it hard for others to get a word in edgewise.
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Curiosity Her verbosity easily matched that of Fianna. And Ceana currently had no inclination to divulge any more of her motivations. And, found any adventure so far? The question seemed genuine enough, almost as if she herself would welcome a change of pace as well.
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Fianna didn't mind at all that her tablemate was short-spoken. Blunt words were a lovely thing compared to the duplicitous speech of more manipulative people. Aye... There is much to do, it seems. She nodded, tearing into the last few bites of her pork, taking the time to chew it up and swallow before speaking. Most urgent I'd wager, is a foul chieftain stealing away the young. Karstag Childeater. It is happening nearby. And I shall put an end to it.
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An ambitious project Ceana commented casually as she took another bite of her bread. After her long wandering some practice withher sword would do her good,although she was not sure even the two of them could take on a whole tribe. Maybe one that requires some assistance. What do you know about that chieftain or his tribe?
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Fianna thought for a few moments. Company. Not exactly unwelcome, but an idea that she needed to mull over a bit. As long as Ceana was friendly and honorable, it wouldn't really be a problem. Right now. All I know is that they are Grobi, and that the band favors riders. Striking them at their encampment would be favorable. She didn't really have much of a chance of chasing down riders, so attacking them where they couldn't run was definitely the better option. Fianna wasn't much of a rider herself.
Thread: Conan Summer RPG IC

Ceana nodded. She would prefer to force a melee engagement on them as well. Though she still was a bit confused by the others apparent carelessness, she didnot consider a whole tribe a trivial adversary. And you know where that camp is? Or how large the tribe?
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I know neither of these things. She admitted without shame. It wasn't like she was going to be fighting them immediately. Fianna had to track them down, scout their numbers, figure out where and when they were striking... Plenty to do. But the individual steps did not matter so much as the end result she was seeking. It was less fool-hardy, and more bull-headed, believing that she would deal with the issue at hand despite the lack of knowledge. Knowledge could be found, after all.
Thread: The Beast and his Beauty

Stepping out of my castle, I feel the morning dew on the grass collecting on my bare feet. It's a sensation I've felt thousands of times before, perhaps more. My face turns to the familiar sight of my castle. What was once a maintained stronghold and palace of leisure is now under centuries worth of siege by mother nature. Few spots of stone are still visible, thick ivy has gripped tightly around my home with the exception of the windows I keep pruned. Everything seems all so familiar until I turn away from the castle to face east. The barely exposed sun pours a color identical to blood across the lightly clouded sky. I have never seen a sight such as this at dawn. As I stand there wearing only a pair of pants, I remind myself that my toil is about to begin. I still have a few minutes before the sun is completely above the land's horizon. That time is spent removing my pants and laying them on the nearby steps. I lock the castle doors, knowing if the beast really wanted to he could break through. But it's a habit I've formed over the countless mornings I've awaited transformation. Once finished, I walk out onto my field wearing nothing. It's very cold but there is no point in letting clothes tear every morning of my life. Not even my royal closet could accommodate that. Seconds later I see the sun in all of it's glory across the field. The pain begins. Slow stabbing pains cut through me, multiplying in intensity. I fall to the ground as it worsens. The feeling of bones breaking and muscles stretching is excruciating beyond any torture. After what feels like an eternity, I stand in my new form a massive beast the height of one story with muscles that could uproot a tree with one pull. The pain is gone but replaced with a rage of equal magnitude. As I turn and run toward the woods I catch a scent... humans... several of them in MY forest. My territorial nature burns as I barrel through the forest to remove these invaders. After well over a mile of running, I pause at a ridge. Peering stealthily downward I see them. I study them silently, seeing armored guards and then a woman with ebony hair and a long cloak. A woman? Those humans never come into my forest. Even through the beast's rage he can see the use in her. For the guards there is none, they will be killed. But without her knowing it yet, the woman is my territory, my mate.
Thread: The Beast and his Beauty

Captain, perhaps it would be safer for the princess to be in a local tavern or inn, a cursed woods is- the lieutenant was cut off quickly but the captain grabbing a hold of his clock and dragging him in towering over his subordinate. Lieutenant, you were not brought here to think and questions my orders, you were brought her to keep the princess safe and give your life if necessary. Did you consider that the princess would be recognized by her appearance, as well as out appearance, or did that not cross your mind? Once it had been vocalized, even princess Celestria had to agree that it made sense but she was freezing, even as the sun finally broke over the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant hues of reds, oranges and yellows. Silently she shivered beneath her cloak, hopeful that attack of Winterfell would be snuffed out quickly. Who were those men? The princess murmured softly, her voice a gentle ring. The entire troupe watched her sink down and sit on a fallen tree, her tempest blue eyes watching each of their grim expressions. Finally the silence was broken by the sound of the captain sighing, We are unsure highness, however we knew that the attack was going to commence thus why your parents risked their lives and let you escape. Know that, Celestria had to bite back tears she was completely alone now and that fact alone was enough. I want to go home,the princess mumbled again, the guards watching as she pulled her cloak I tighter around herself for comfort. It is too dangerous your grace. We must remain her until word is given that it is safe to return. One of the rookies walked over toward the princess and placed a soothing hand against her trembling shoulder. The rest of the the troupe watched in disbelief had he just touched the princess without permission?! No one said anything, even Celestria said nothing, instead just placed her own hand on the soldier's.
Thread: The Beast and his Beauty

Keeping low on the ridge, I watch my prey and soon-to-be mate as they sit for a break. Usually those who trespass onto my land are smugglers and wanted men. To see people in armor and a woman is new. But the armor doesn't sway my goal. My claws may not pierce it but the force from the blow will give the same result. Slowly, I descend from the ridge. My large clawed paws leaving deep tracks in the pine-needled covered soil. Closer I get without a single suspicion from my prey until I'm within ambush distance. These men are armed, so I don't toy with them through attempts at fear. My attack will be enough. Coming out from the cover of thick trunks, I run with full force on all fours. My stealth is gone and replaced with the loud sound of my charge. Barring my teeth, I leap, landing on top of one guard leaving him crushed against the ground. Yelling and orders spew out of the surviving men's mouths while a group runs away with my mate. I see swords drawn and the fight intensifies. Metal and claws swing, leaving minor wounds on me but fatal ones on the guards. They are all either dead or fatally wounded within minutes before I am charging at the group around my mate. Their swords are drawn and I can see the fear in their eyes. They have no hope but will still fight because they know they can't outrun me. The monster of the forest attacks them, leaving limbs and blood everywhere. Dozens of lives are extinguished within minutes. With blood on my claws and rage in my eyes, I turn to you, my mate. You are now mine whether you wish it or not. Growling, I approach you seeing the fear in your eyes.
Thread: The Beast and his Beauty

Maybe we should build a fire for her highness, what is the use of a monarch of they are frozen to death? One of the knights joked lightly, making the corners of Celestira's mouth tune up into a half hearted smile. The captain however did not find it as amusing as the princess Are you wanting to alert any search parties that have found out that we escaped with the only heir to the throne. The knight who had made the joke fell silent, before he mumbles to himself. When all were quiet, each of the Knights looked around, the captain glaring towards the inner woods. Something wrong captain? The rookie questioned, raising an eyebrow and watching in the direction the captain was looking. Do you hear that? He questioned, raising one of his hands to silence any other noise. Sir, I don't hear anything. That's what worries me. He mumbled softly each listening to the ear ringing silence. Slowly the princess stood and began to back away, every hair on her body raised in alert at the disquieting silence. Said silence was broken by the sound of something large lumbering out from the bushes, something entirely covered in hair, with claws and razor sharp teeth. Protect her highness! The captain bellowed, as he grabbed a hold of the princess' bicep and turned her to run north. The rookie was the first one to be felled, followed by the rest of the troupe. Only a few of the men were left, and even as they ran, they were followed by the terrified screams of the others. W-what was that sir?! A guard yelped, his breath coming out in large gasps as they continued to run. Keep running! Was all he said as they continued to run. It wasn't shortly there after that the remain members heard the sound of the beast charging again. This sound alone had made the group sprint fast across the rooted terrain, but it was all in vain. The lieutenant was the first of the smaller group to fall, followed by another guard, leaving only the captain. He glared but fear flickered behind his eyes as he fought the beast, gritting his teeth as his sword was deflected and he was thrown to the ground. Celestria watched in horror as the captain struggled against the beast, warm tears streaming down her face as she shook violently. The captain, with his dying breath, turned his gaze to his ward and growled, Run. The princess stumbled backwards, sobbing loudly, looking on in horror at the face of the dead captain. She had never seen death before, and she hated it already. Turning quickly, perhaps not quickly enough, Celestria ran as fast as she could away from the beast.
Thread: The Beast and his Beauty

With all your guards gone, you are virtually mine. Seeing you run, I know you are just burning energy. You will not escape me. I come back down on all fours, feeling the gravel of the path beneath me. Chasing after you, I weave through trees to follow you. A smart attempt but my speed wins in the end. You feel the grip of my left paw around your waist as I pick you up like a girl carries a doll. Keeping you firmly held I look at you, my prize, my possession. When you look back at me you see my black eyes and wolf-like face glaring back. I run back up the ridge, carrying you in my single paw to the top before running the mile back to my castle. The ivy-coated building comes into view when we arrive at the field. Barreling across the field we soon reach it and I drop you on the grass near the door. Charging again, I slam into the door I had just locked, breaking it clean off it's hinges. I see you, not far from where I left my pants earlier. Picking you back up, we enter the castle which has had no visitors but myself in the longest time. Gripping onto the stone walls I carry you up to the highest story into a room fit for a royal before letting go of you.