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Thread: The Knave of Hearts - Profiles

Knave Human Slayer 6, Cleaner Archetype Neutral Evil Age 41 Background Knave was raised on the streets, but was picked up by the royal family as part of their information network 'the orphans'. As he became an adult, Knave became one of the best agent in the kingdom due to his ability of observations and streets smarts. Knave does not care much for honor, but he understands patriotism. He would do anything for the survival of his country, even if it means taking darker paths. He has travelled all across the continent to fulfill his missions, which often includes murder, coercion or torture. Equipment -Widow's Moan 1 Keen curved elven blade A family heirloom of a noble family that planned to betray the kingdom. Knave foiled their machinations and tortured the nobleman to death, taking his wife as a love slave, conquering her sexually using his cockmanship and size to break her. Once the lady became his willing and loyal slave, Knave installed her as the head of the family. When he left, the Lady gifted him with the family's sacred blade which was renamed as Widow's Moan and a night of vigorous lovemaking. Knave still visits the widow when the mood strikes and their fuck-sessions are notoriously loud. -Orphans Uniform 1 glammered agile breastplate An armor given to veteran agents of the Orphans. Knave earned the armor when he hunted down a band of assasins hired by the sultan of a distant kingdom. His first mission after earning the armor was to infilitrate the Sultan's castle using his disguised armor, and leave his assasin's hands on his bed -Bag of holding An item that Knave stole from a wizard's emporium at a young age, it is filled with many mementos from his harsh life as well as tools of the trade for his line of work. -Slayer's Kit -500gp Abilities Str 18 Dex 14 Con 10 Int 12 Wis 14 Cha 14 Feats 1-Exotic Weapon Proficiency Curved Elven Blade 3-Weapon Focus Curved Elven Blade 5-Furious Focus Class Features -Studied Target 2 -Deceitful -Sneak Attack 2d6 -Without Trace Slayer Talents 2-Ranger Combat Style Two Handed - Power Attack 6-Foil Scrutiny Racial Traits - Bonus Feat Dodge - Silver Tongued Traits -World Traveler human -Law Enforcer -Weapon of Peace Drawback -Loner Skills -Acrobatic 3328 -Knowledge Local 3317 -Bluff 632617 -Disguise 632415 -Sense Motive 63211 -Stealth 63211 -Perception 63211 -Intimidate 63211 -Diplomacy 632314
Thread: The Knave of Hearts - Rules

A one-shot one-on-one game, run by IAmNobody and played by nanachan. System is Pathfinder. Anything that can be found in the SRD that has been released by Paizo is available. Third-party material will not be accepted.
Thread: Sub female for Futa. (Lactation)

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Thread: Sub female for Futa. (Lactation)

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Thread: Sub female for Futa. (Lactation)

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Thread: Sub female for Futa. (Lactation)

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Thread: Sub female for Futa. (Lactation)

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Thread: Sub female for Futa. (Lactation)

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Thread: Choices (kurosaru and delirious)

Mika was a sweet girl. It showed in her looks too. She had wide innocent green eyes and sweet round lips. Her face was round, cute looking, and she had long red hair that fell down to the middle of her back. The girl was fairly short, she was only 5'2 and probably 126 pounds. She had a large chest, 32DDD, and wide hips that most men would go crazy for. It was no wonder she was dating such a well versed and privileged man. Despite the fact he was still in college, her boyfriend was incredibly smart. She had just graduated high school. Her grades were average. But her looks were phenominal. She'd had to push most boys away in her class. Now she was happy though. Now she could see him freely, since they would be attending the same school. She stepped up to the front door, not even bothering to knock as she stepped inside. She barely knew his roommate. Other than the fact he was quite... Weird. But her boyfriend and his roommate had been friends since they were very young. She had to deal with him. Hello? She stepped in, looking around the apartment. Today she was wearing a cute little skirt and a tank top, her hair tied back with nice big earrings falling down around her neck.
Thread: Smut, Simple and Sweet. PM RPs (M for F)

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Thread: Come See!!

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Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Innocence and the Enemy Sweet Angel Jocelyn CharmSnake
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

a She had written it every day for sixteen years. It was her name. It was who she was. She was the daughter of Andrei Ryzhkov, Elizabeta. Everyone in the village knew her, she was the pretty blonde girl that would walk from the family farm and visit with friends. She was kind, and caring, she took care of people. If she had been a boy, like her brother Alexei, people would put her in line to be the next town doctor. But they knew one day she would make a good wife. Young Elizabeta, seventeen years old, was a beauty. She had long blonde hair that fell down to her lower back, but she kept in a thick braid. Her eyes were wide and blue, her face heartshaped with a slightly upturned nose. She was a slight woman, standing only five-feet two inches tall with a slim waist and flat stomach. Her breasts were a fair size, to go along with her slightly flared hips to give her an hourglass look. She was exotic looking in her little village, full of dark haired, more burly women. The young woman stood out, she was different, but she was welcomed and loved in the village. When the war started, women were warned to stay inside if there was word that soldiers were coming down the road. Men who had been without physical contact could be unpredictable, they could hurt a woman with their desires. There had been stories of women being taken captive by armies and held as a sexual prisoner, women had died that way, even from their own country's army. The stories were enough to scare anyone, especially a young, sick girl who didn't know anything about that sort of thing, her mind traveled to a million different possibilities. The army came into their town that day, a farmer had seen them from a distance. Already the women were careful because a French army wasn't too far away, and suddenly even more were coming, straight into Rudnya. The atmosphere changed quickly from one that was careful but still moving around to one that was shut off completely. Andrei Ryzhkov was furious as he watched one grouping position themselves on his farm land. He was reaching for a gun that he kept in the house, wanting to chase them off when his wife grabbed his hand and shook her head. Elizabeta sat with her older brother, Alexei as their mother pointed out that if he went out and confronted them he would be killed and there would be no one to protect their family, Alexei would be killed, the two women would be raped and who knows what would happen next. With a look at his daughter, he knew that he couldn't, but he wanted them as far away as possible. Elizabeta, Anyanka, to the loft, I do not want them to see you. He commanded of his wife and daughter as he put his gun away and straightened his clothing, prepared to meet with the men, to keep his family and farm safe. Her mother was quick going up the ladder and hiding high, while the blonde stood and peeked her face from the window for a brief moment to look at the army, before being summoned again and hurrying up, to hide out of sight. But while it was scare, it was also fascinating to know that there was someone else out there....
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

The loft was furnished with blankets and a pallet setup so that the young woman could sleep. There was a trunk of her clothing against the back wall while the rest of the area that wasn't bedding was unfinished wood. The family lived off of what they grew, and what they made, so it wasn't hard to imagine that they didn't have the very best of everything. And yet, the family was happy, they worked and lived for themselves. They weren't like the people who lived in town, the ones who cared about having the absolute best in life so that they could show off to their friends. Those people would never truly be happy. Elizabeta! People may be able to see you! Do not look out there. Anyanka, the attractive older woman chided, pulling her daughter away from the window. The soldiers were not going to stay to themselves for long, but the mother did not want her daughter to be seen before she was truly ready for what might come. How could either of them know that at least two of the soldiers had already seen her? Young Elizabeta wasn't used to concealing herself, and Anyanka did not know exactly where everyone was. The women quieted down immediately when their heard Andrei talking at the door. He was mad, but he wasn't going to be stupid enough to fight against the man at the door. They were going to be searching the house, already they were searching the barn, and they wanted to see everyone in the house. No one would be hurt, the man was told, if they did not cooperate, then his family may well be in danger. People had been killed before, women had been hurt Even though Andrei was nervous about it, he was aware that there was a bigger chance that his wife and daughter, his son and even himself would be killed if they did not come down. So, though the two clutched each other over his head, scared that they were going to be violated, e called out from the door. Alexei, Anyanka, Elizabeta. Come line up in the kitchen. He commanded, not enjoying what he was being forced to do. He could only hope that the soldiers were gone quickly and that they wouldn't need to deal with them for long. Stunned, mother and daughter descended the ladder. They were cautious. Mother came first, slowly making her way from top to bottom, then watched as her daughter entered, ensuring that she remained modest, that her skirts didn't show more than a glimpse of skin as she walked down. Then, the two women stood beside the younger male, eying the conversation nervously, not sure at all what was going to happen.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

He was relaxing with his head on his pack under the shade of the tent and nearly dozed off when Fleiszer came by and called him out. Wiecorek, get up. I have a job for you, he said. There's a cart going 'round collecting the wash. Put your things on it and then go to the big tent behind the house. You're going to pump water for the laundry. Yes, sir. He was already changed into his night pants, baggy and cream colored, drawn up with a waist string. He collected his uniform up and carried it around the back of the house, carefully avoiding the path and stepping on the grass. Perhaps fifty yards behind the house was a large walk-in tent closed on three sides with soldiers busy about setting things up. A wheelbarrow had just dumped a pile of uniforms on the ground next to three large wash tubs and was rolling back to the camp for more. He added his laundry to the collection. In the shade to the right of the tent several pails and buckets sat next to the well. It was brick lined and a small gable topped the pulley. Gregorsz began cranking and the rope started to uncoil. The well was deep as it took nearly a minute for the bucket to reach the bottom. It was much heavier on the way up and he had to put his muscles into it. Once the first bucket was up he dipped his hand in to taste. It was a bit hard but it was cool to the touch. He splashed some onto his face and into his hair, then over his shoulders and down his back and felt somewhat refreshed. Then he poured the rest into one of the pails and carried it limping on his blistered feet into the tent, placing it into one of the tubs and went back out to repeat. The well was deep and it was fairly hard work. Raising the bucket required a braced stance with both arms pushing the crank over and pulling it back up. At least he was in the shade of the canvas.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

For Elizabeta, the experience was both terrifying and exciting. She wanted to know what the men were like, but there were all kinds of horror stories out there. The talk in her house at the moment was that her and her mother would take care of the laundry and the general 'housework' for the men. That would mean working fairly closely with the men who were taking over her land. The men with the bad reputation. The foreign men... It was so exciting. Anyanka led her daughter from the house and into the field where there was a big tent set up to do the wash. Immediately she could smell the sweat and weeks of unwash coming from the clothing that was set out for them. True, there were times that they got dirtier than usual from working, but never had she smelled something like that. Elizabeta refrained from covering her nose to stop from offending the men. Come along, Beta. We must get to work, clear this stench. Anyanka said, gathering her skirts and walking forward. The young woman, feeling timid but strong, followed suit, gathering her skirts and walking quickly forward. She didn't want to be far from her mother while swarmed with men. She wanted to feel even a little safe. Men looked at her like she was a piece of meat and they hadn't eaten in a month. She could feel their eyes burning through her skirts, as if they were checking what she looked like without them. The nudged each other, they spoke about her behind her back. And she just tried not to look around, afraid she would draw even more attention to her. Where is the water? Anyanka asked loudly in general, gathering command of the situation. We need water to begin, where is it?
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

The laundry was becoming a not-so-minor operation with men coming and going. A small fire pit was ordered constructed next to the well to warm the pails of water as needed. The uniforms were excessively soiled. Normally some sort of rotating wash detail was carried out nightly but as long as the Russians were running, Napoleon was giving chase and that meant less camping and more marching. Gregorsz churned away at the crank, his lean muscles laboring amidst the commotion. Where is the water? We need water to begin, where is it? He recognized some Russian dialect and deciphered a woman's call for water. Looking up he saw the matriarch of the household, her chin up defiantly as she tried to maintain some sense of authority over these invaders in her own home. He tipped the bucket into a fresh pail and placed it on the fire to warm. As he did so he saw the daughter in tow. He froze for a moment. It was her. The golden girl in the window, and she really was every bit as lovely as his imagination could have made her. She stood barely to her mother's chin as she stood close behind her shoulder and her peasant dress billowed over her bosom and flowed over her hips. Her wide innocent eyes of blue took in all the excitement and bustle. They took him in too and there was a pause. You, the mother snapped at him sternly. Be a gentleman and keep your eyes to yourself. Then she stepped in front of her daughter to block the view. She spoke too quickly for him to understand but he got the gist. He limped back to the well and with one hand began the easy part of the task, lowering the bucket downward. He gave it a couple of cranks and it started to spin on its own. Yes Gregorsz, do be a gentleman, Korchinski laughed as he walked up and patted him on the back. Some of the other men began to snicker as well. He shrugged Korchinski off. Come, she said to her daughter. If we wait for it to warm we'll never be done, and the mother snatched the pail from the fire and stalked back towards the tent. You will have to bring back the empty pails to me, he called out unsure if they understood any Polish. The mother led the girl back into the tent and he started the tough part of the job, raising the full bucket. That's a nice bit that one, Korchinski winked as he patted him on the shoulder. Could take her into the barn while Dodak isn't watching and have a little fun, eh? She's just a young girl, Gregorsz replied with a look of disgust. She's Russian. Who cares? Korchinski shrugged. And in a few weeks we'll be in Moscow and she will be long gone behind. The next full bucket appeared and Korchinski helped himself to a slosh of water. Besides, I think she likes you. Gregorsz elbowed him away and filled the next pail. The thought of violating the locals repulsed him, but he could not deny that the sweet embrace of this golden beauty was terribly enticing. The mother's not bad either, said Korchinski as he dumped a load of kindling and left. Fuck off. Korchinski shook his head and laughed.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Those men. Anyanka spat as she took to preparing her work station. The two had been washing clothing together for years, it was like there was a set rhythm between the two of them. While Anyanka prepared the pot she would be scrubbing the clothing, Elizabeta strung a line to hang the clothing up. The two barely said a word until the mother spat out about the men. Mama, they are just doing what they will. They haven't seen a woman in weeks probably. The young woman tried to defend as she lifted a pile of clothing and dumped it into the water. Yes, and that's where troubles come from. That man was looking at you far too closely. You be careful around them. Her mother warned as she began to scrub the cloth, bringing up bubbles and foam with every motion on the board. I doubt I will go anywhere near those men when I'm alone. She assured her mother, grinning to herself. In actuality she was wondering if she could get a little closer to that soldier her mother was talking about. He'd been cute. A few years older than her, but tall, and very much not Russian. Those things were appealing to her. He had appeared to have some attention for her. But she didn't want to get caught alone with one of the other men, she didn't want to find out what would happen if she were to refuse advances from one of them. After a few loads, the bucket was dumped and the young woman grabbed it. I will get another bucket of water. She told her mother. You go ahead and hang the clothing. Watch your back! You will never know what will happen when you are alone. Her mother warned as she grabbed some clothing and pins to hold them up. Elizabeta walked from her area to the tent where the men were working at heating up the water. Excuse me. She spoke up in her shaky Polish, she'd gathered that at least one spoke the language and she knew a few words. Water. She said, holding the bucket up, then switched back to her native tongue. we need more hot water for your clothing. She said.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

Gregorsz filled another pail from the well. There were three already warming on the fire and a few more on the ground. A stick had been made available and he used it to slip under the hot handles of the pails to avoid burning his hands. Then he placed the three pails on the ground and put three new ones on the fire. Taking a moment to himself, he stood up straight and inhaled deeply. The field rippled in the breeze and across the waves of wheat to the north was a line of dense green foliage indicating the banks of some sort of stream. The shade was inviting and he imagined the sound of trickling water that he always found so soothing. Water. She had snuck up on him. The word was in Polish, which surprised him, but the rest of what she said sounded Russian. He turned around sharply, caught off guard. He could see her now, so closely, flawed and real. There was a hollowness to her look, with deep set eyes and slender neck. Her sleeves pushed up to do the wash revealed slim forearms and wrists. Her peasant dress fit well at the neck but other than that looked big on her. If she didn't have such energy and bright disposition he'd think that she was not well. His heart fluttered a moment and he longed to take her gently in his arms and hold her body against his until the army packed up and left them alone. Water. he answered and reached down to take the stick by both ends, lifting the three pails still hanging by their handles. Stepping towards her, Gregorsz winced from his blistered feet and stopped. There was something sharp in the grass, a dry piece of straw. He put the pails down and sat, examining his left foot. The blister had been torn open and pus was oozing out. He was dirty, tired, sore and embarrassed in front of her.
Thread: Innocence and the Enemy (Sweet Angel Jocelyn & CharmSnake)

The young woman dropped her empty bucket of water and watched the handsome Polish soldier gathering more for them. She knew the task ahead would be a tough one, they would be working day and into the night, there was a lot of clothing, a lot of men. She was going to be working far more than she was used to, and she worked constantly on the farm, but this was way more. She was reaching for the waters when the man dropped to the ground and looked at his foot. She could see that it was torn open and draining. She sighed as she sat herself down, looking closely at his foot. This is not nice looking. She told him, her words broken by using a language she wasn't completely familiar with. Polish was a hard language to master, but she knew that he probably knew as much if not only a bit more Russian. Quickly, she tore a bit of the fabric of her skirt off with her hands and put it in the water for a minute. The warm cloth came up and she folded the fabric into a thick square and pressed it to the open wound on his foot. All that walking must ruin more than one foot. She muttered to herself in Russian. If they wouldn't try to take over other places they wouldn't be walking so much and everyone would be happy. But instead this man and others were ruining themselves and other around them. Feel good? She asked in her broken Polish, pressing softly against the foot as she examined him carefully.