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Thread: Some Things Never Change (EveraJayde & Darkcrown)

Like she had been doing for the past several nights, she planned on staying in the shower until the hot water ran out. It seemed to be the only place in her dad's house where she actually felt comfortable. She was able to just let her mind go and relax for a little while, but more importantly, she was able to avoid her father. He always seemed to pop up everywhere else in the house. When she would go to the kitchen, he suddenly needed a drink. If she wanted to watch tv in the living room, out of no where, so did he. He had even barged into her room on a couple of occasions, both times without knocking. She knew that he probably did it because he knew it made her uncomfortable to be around him. It was almost like he enjoyed the look of fear that appeared in her eyes every time he got close to her. At first, she hadn't even heard him when he walked in. Her eyes were closed as she stood under the water, not really paying attention to anything else. It wasn't until she heard the glass door of the shower sliding open that her eyes suddenly opened, her eyes widening as her father stood before her. Her cheeks flushed as she crossed her arms to try and cover her c cup breasts, twisting her legs a bit to try and conceal her bald pussy. For a moment, she thought him walking in on her had been an accident, but as he continued to stand there, his eyes on her body, she knew there was nothing accidental about it. Her gaze shifted down as he stared at her, unable to look him in the eye. Desperately, she wanted to run out, but the only was out was through the space that he was blocking. Her towel was outside of the shower, leaving her with nothing to cover herself as she stood naked and helpless. Get. Out. she said, separating each word to try and sound firm, but even then, her fear could be heard in her voice.
Thread: Some Things Never Change (EveraJayde & Darkcrown)

Get out? he said, almost playfully. no way. This is my house and you are using up all my hit water, I figure that if all my hot water will be used up at once, that we can at least both enjoy it he moved forwards towards the girl, so that he was less than two feet away now. While he was clearly up to no good, he only behaved now as though he was trying to be included in the warm water. He wasn't going to move aside or let her out. Some how he supposed that he wasn't going to have to resort to that kind of behavior. Do you have a problem washing yourself? He asked. Watch me he said, getting some soap in his hand and quickly rubbing his body with it. First you start with the best, since its the easiest part to deal with. He said then the shoulders... His hands rubbing his shoulders. Then your neck and the rest of your stuff he said rubbing his body. He did a good job of playing harmless enough. As he was cleaning his own body, he couldn't help but stare lewdly at her body. It was like an upgraded version of his late wife's body. Upgrades even compared to when his wife was his daughters age. Jenna deserved a better dad than victor but he didn't care at the moment. Sure he would care later, but at the moment he was simply eager to be able to....um clean his daughter...for the rest of the the night. Should I help you clean up he asked maybe you can help me with the hard to reach places on my back
Thread: Some Things Never Change (EveraJayde & Darkcrown)

As he moved closer, Jenna stepped back, trying to keep the distance between them. She came to a stop as her back hit the shower wall, knocking over a couple of shampoo bottles in the process. I.. I'll get out. And then you can use the hot water. she insisted desperately, her nervousness seeming to increase. She wanted to smack the smile off of his face. Though he seemed to be playing innocent, she knew better than to believe his act, especially after the things he had done to her in the past. I already washed.. she told him through clenched teeth, trying to keep her frustration in, knowing that freaking out on him right then would only get herself in further trouble. Still, she couldn't stand the way he acted so condescending. I just want to get out.. please daddy. she begged, her eyes cast down as he began to stare so intently at her body. Despite the hot water that poured over her skin, she trembled, mostly from fear as her father stared at her, a familiar look in his eyes. Knowing that he wouldn't get out and that he wouldn't let her out, she decided that her only option was to try and get past him on her own. Once she was out of the shower, maybe he would just let her be. As cleansed his own body, she dashed forward, her wet skin brushing against his own as pushed open the shower door, gripping the towel rack to try and pull herself out. Sorry for such a late response, been out of the country, but my posts will be more regular now.
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv

Welcome guys! Here's the set-up thread for Souls for Smuggler's Shiv. All rules are to be taken from the Pathfinder Core Rulebook. Right now, only invited players are allowed - once we get a pace going, I may consider bringing in interested new players. I know some of you guys have previously rolled characters, and I don't mind if you just bring that stuff over. If you'd like to create a new character, feel free to take a look at the Serpent's Skull players guide I don't mind if you just figure out your basic character concept and roll it as the adventure begins. We're going to focus more on the roleplaying than the statistics, and I'll keep a lot of it behind the scenes. You should have your character rolled, but there's no need to post the whole thing - when I need stats from you I'll ask for them - as long as you know, you're fine. ALSO I know this is in the Systems board, not the non-sexual board, but all smuttysexy-times are to take place off-screen. You can do what you want in private, but in the thread, you guys go into the tent and we don't hear from you.
Thread: Fatal Attraction (Femmesto and sameo15

Maddie was walking down the street, from school. She was the most beautiful and most popular girl in school. Her hair looked like spun, copper black curls, having sea blue eyes. She looked like a super sexy model, being a busty girl and a nice ass. Her dark skin was being shown by the moonlight. However, she was not expecpting to have a stranger come and attack her, making her smell a napkin of sleeping oil. She passed out, being dragged away. When she woke up, Maddie noticed she was chained to the bed, still wearing her clothes. Help!
Thread: Fatal Attraction (Femmesto and sameo15

wait, is she black, or tan? Chris Avanais awoke in his bed when the alarm woke him. He reached out and grabbed his nerdy copper wire glasses and put them on his bony face. He was 5'2 and very skinny and scrawny for a 15 year old. Girls often teased him, especially the hot ones, though never Madison. But she never talked to him either, and probably had no idea that they had been in the same classes since per-school. Even before she was popular and this pretty, he had always crushed on her, but was to scared she would say no, which was kinda obvious. But he decided today was the day he would confessed he liked her. Of course, the sad ,little, hopeless nerd said that to himself every day since the seventh grade. He than looked down and saw a sight that made him do a double take the girl of his wet dreams here in front of him, hands tied behind her back, with a gag on her mouth, eyes with tears about to fall. Was this happening, or was this just another one of his wet dreams? Oh, he is also a closed door dominant and liked SM type stuff, despite him looking so scrawny.
Thread: Fatal Attraction (Femmesto and sameo15

Maddie hsd no tears down her face wtf?, but she was just shocked and scared. She spotted the nerdy boy and glared at him. She spat out the gag. Let me go. Why am I even here? She sounded angy and pissed off. Wouldn't you be if you were tied to a bed?
Thread: Fatal Attraction (Femmesto and sameo15

He was taken back. He had no idea what was going on either and pinched himself a few times, looking very confused as well. It was pretty obvious that he has clueless as to what was going on as well.
Thread: Trocken Town

Trocken Town The smallest town built by the survivors of the Neuleben crash and probably the most isolated given that it was built in the middle of the desert. The city strongly resembles that of a town from the Old West. Those living there have managed to salvage some bits and pieces from the crash site, but not much given its distance from the site. Their main focus was making sure to be as far away from the zombie threat as possible and securing their locks since the zombies didn't seem overly smart or strong. Being in the open, they can see zombies coming at a good range of distance, but being isolated they are unable to call for or run to help if they need it. It is located due west of the town of Neuleben.
Thread: Checkmate [RPM and Kiyanayu]

Any more questions? Very well. Enjoy your holidays, children. Class dismissed. Irene sat down at her desk while the students all but stampeded out of the room, the sudden burst of buzzing chatter and earsplitting yells breaking the earlier dead silence. Today was the last day of school, as Christmas vacation was starting tomorrow. Indeed, even as she had been giving the class some last-minute announcements for next year, she was aware of their fleeing attention and their eyes flitting to the clock above the board, waiting for time to tick to the end of this year's school days. She watched them go, giving out a quiet sigh while she turned to the exam papers she needed to check. Unlike them, her job was still not quite done. And to make matters worse, recently something very important came up, something she was sure would be taking up the whole of her vacation. Her phone rang. It was her mother. Hey, Mom. How was your visit with Harold? She still could not believe that her brother would do something like that. Harold never showed any signs of coming to the point of extreme despair that he would commit several robberies just to get money. He had a job that gave him more than enough. His fiance earned just as much, and they could support at least two children with their earnings taken together. So why? When she had talked to him, he told her he did not know what he was doing, but who could believe something like that? Only someone not in their right mind would ever commit a crime and not know about it--and Irene was sure her brother was mentally healthy. Gathering her things, Irene stuffed the bundle of papers in her file folder and exited the room, heels clicking against the floor and the soft breeze from the window brushing the bare skin on her shoulder and making her shiver. She hated layered clothing and avoided the style like a plague, but admittedly the gradual fall in temperature had been killing her this whole afternoon. She made her way to the faculty office to clean up her desk and time out. Her jacket was hanging from her chair, too.
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv Character Thread

CHARACTER TEMPLATE Name- World- Pathfinder Species- Age- Gender- Sexuality- Appearance- Personality- SkillsAbilities- Notable Strengths- Notable Weaknesses- History- Equipment- Goals Optional- Miscellaneous-
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv Character Thread

Name Hafaga Greatvein World Golarion Species Dwarf Age 22 in dwarf years Gender Male Sexuality Virgin. Not likely to change though not for lack of trying. Appearance Sturdy, with a short face and sparse facial hair. His brow gives the impression that he is concentrating very intensely at all times. Personality Called unfocused by friends of the family, even everyday tasks explode in Hafagas face. He keeps positive in public but grumbles privately about others remarks as to his competence. He has yet to find a skill that doesnt end in surprise manslaughter. SkillsAbilities Power attack. Can throw his warhammer. Hates goblins and orcs they killed his grandmother. Notable Strengths Strong and hardy. Can survive in harsh environments. Notable Weaknesses A living workplace hazard. Couldnt talk his way out of a paper sack. History Hafaga was raised in Osirion of Garund by a blacksmith father and alcoholic mother who drank excessively during pregnancy. When he came of age, Hafagas father passed on the trade. But to his familys grave disappointment, the basic principles of smithing eluded Hafaga. So he tried his hand at mining, but deemed this a lost cause when his pick flew off the handle and killed another miner on two separate occasions. Reluctantly following the advice of a mentor, he attempted mercantilism, but was demoted to storefront crier after an accidental fire spread from his shop to two adjoining buildings and killed eight bystanders. This failed too when he accidentally decapitated a prospective client with a prop sword. It seemed Hafagas hometown held nothing for him. Tiring of the peoples jeers, Hafaga hopped on a boat and set out west to find his calling. However, due to his limited geographical knowledge, he ended up in northeastern Avistan. After an altercation with a prostitute, the local Knights Captain and the Knights Captains wife, Hafaga finally obtained a compass and someone to explain it to him. Now he is enjoying a rather lavish cruise en route from Senghor to Sargava with no idea how hes going to pay for it. Equipment Scale Mail, Warhammer, Heavy Steel Shield, Shortbow w20 arrows, Adventurers Kit, Grappling Hook, Rope, 10 Pitons Goals To find a goal. Miscellaneous Hire at your own risk.
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv Character Thread

CHARACTER TEMPLATE Name- Thea Talmarae World- Pathfinder Species- Half-Elf Age- 47 Gender- Female Sexuality- Virgin, but she ignores gender in relationships. Appearance- Slender and athletic, around 5' 7 in height and 117 lbs. Golden blond hair extends halfway down her neck in a pixie cut, although it is longer in the front, allowing bangs to frame her face. Light blue eyes accent her partially Elvish features well, though most male eyes wander to... other areas of interest, of which Thea was moderately endowed. Personality- Thea has never really felt like she belonged anywhere since her mother's death. She has seen enough to be wary of others, but tends to let her guard down around those she considers friends. She has a talent for seeing the root of any given situation, but has a hard time staying unbiased as well. Some consider her impulsive and reckless, but those that know her understand her ability to analyze a situation quickly and accurately. She is usually slow to anger, although any perceived wrong will be quickly mentioned, but she is also slow to trust, thanks to being an outsider most of her life. She tends to be rather stubborn once she's decided to do something. SkillsAbilities- Thea is fairly talented at weaving and is loved by most creatures, but her love lies with music, particularly singing. Her voice is only rivaled by her ability to survive just about anywhere, a result of a life of wandering. She also has recently begun to train as a Summoner. Notable Strengths- Thea is very charismatic and intelligent, although the two traits do sometimes combine awkwardly. She also is rather hardy for a Half-Elf. Notable Weaknesses- The life of a singer is not very demanding strength-wise, and Thea's has been no exception. While she has good stamina, her ability to perform physical tasks is nothing to boast of. Also, being out of touch with others has kept Thea from being socially active. History- Thea never really had a place to call home. Her mother was an adventurer who happened to be on the wrong end of an Irrational Attraction spell during a visit to the Alijae in the northern Mwangi Expanse, and her father is completely unknown to her, although obviously an Elf. Thea's mother raised her on the road, passing on what knowledge she could until she fell fatally ill during Thea's 19th Summer. Now alone and still somewhat immature, Thea wandered as a traveling singer for 20 years before settling in Senghor for the past eight. Recently, a priest of Gozreh had been making life rather difficult for Thea, until her summoned companion Sahar threatened him during Firstbloom this past year. Shortly after, tensions between her and the priesthood grew to the point that Thea decided to find a new home, and so she set off on a ship bound to Sargava with what money she had. Equipment- Leather armor, a heavy crossbow w30 bolts, and a backpack containint a tent, waterskin, six days worth of trail rations, and 11 gold pieces. Goals- Looking for friends and a new home. Miscellaneous- tldr
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv Character Thread

Name- Sacco World- Pathfinder Species- Gnome Age- 73 Gender- Male Sexuality- Borderline Pansexual Appearance- Sacco is fairly standard for a Gnome, short in stature compare to the other races and light enough to creep along steathly. He posseses a goatee of impressive length and darkest of indigo blue, his compexion is that of ash which allows him greater freedom in his occupation. His clothing is typically non descript, he favours darker colours but never black. He can be found often drinking and smoking a pipe. Personality- A firebrand Sacco is given over to flights of fancy and displays of herorism in dire moments. When he does not plot he drinks and smokes and indulges in epic poems to keep at bay any depression. SkillsAbilities- Accurate with a bomb, an able civil and military engineer and the deadliest terrorist Cheliax has ever known. Notable Strengths- Sacco is quick with his hands and almost as quick with his wits. He is well educated and knows a range of languages, Gnome, Common, Sylvan, Orc, Dwarf and Draconic. In addition he commands some magical ability. Notable Weaknesses- A short fuce and little strength in a standup fight has made Sacco a mallicious and cruel individual. History- Born in Corentyn Sacco grew up learning the profession of his father, tell he decided he didn't want to do that. In his youth he dreamed of the knights and their monstrous deeds of strength, forever immortalised in song, and so he ran wild with other youth of the streets, belonging to one gang or another and tussling with all comers. This wildness has never left Sacco, even when he began to earnestly take an interest in the alchemical profession. Not content with the simple work of an apothocary he studied the arts of destruction. Indulging the violence inside him with mechanical contraptions and explosives. It was at this time that he began to feel the opressing weight of the government and he fled. From then on he started a campaign of bombings and assassinations against the government of his hometown. Robbing banks to fund his war he was able to maintain his operations for several years, developing a rhetoric to go along with his actions as he went. Lately though things have not been so good and he has been forced to flee, taking passage on the ship Jenivere on its way to Sargava. Once there he hopes to plead his expertise and continue his war. Failing that he will probably try to topple the local government as well. Equipment- Cutlass, Dagger, Leather Armour. Alchemist's Kit and Thieves' Tools. Appropriate clothing for warmer climes and a scarf with many concealed pockets. Chalk and Chalk Board. Tobacco Leaf, Pipe and Tindertwigs. Couple bottles of Wine and some pocket change in silver. Goals Optional- The destruction of House Henderthane and the topple of the Cheliax government. Miscellaneous- Anarchist
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv Character Thread

Name Darian Waverly World Pathfinder Species Human Age 20 Gender Male Sexuality Hetero Appearance 5'11, 183 pounds. Purple eyes, Brown hair. Irish descent. Personality Calm, Peaceful, Quiet, and Orderly. Lawful Good SkillsAbilities Monk. Acrobatics, Stealth, Perception, Sense Motive, Swim, Climb. Notable Strengths Strong, swift, and wise. Notable Weaknesses Unused to outsiders and magic. History Raised in a monastery, with monks for parents, this is his master quest. Having learned the basics, he is to travel the world and learn in order to return home, where he will take a test to become a master. Equipment Monk's Outfit, Backpack, Basic Survival Supplies. Goals To explore the world. Miscellaneous Nothing yet. Monk. HP 11, AC 18, Str 15, Con 17, Dex 15, Int 14, Wis 20, Cha 10 Feats Dodge, Mobility, Stunning Fist, Crushing Blow Abilities Flurry of Fists, AC Bonus, Monk's Unarmed Strike.
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv

The merchant ship Jenivere makes a yearly voyage along the western coasts of Avistan and northern Garland. The trip is over a hundred days one way. It has been at sea for seventy-one days now, and has just left dock from Senghor in the Mwangi Expanse. Today, the ship begins the final stretch of its journey, south towards Sargava. Crewmen are busy on deck attending to their duties. The sun is shining brightly. A fit woman dressed in dark leather armor and wearing a black trihorn hat lazes against the portside railing, curiously watching the men move about with. The captain, deep in discussion with his first mate, leaves and makes his way below decks.
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv

Thea lounged against the starboard railing, her gaze wandering between the crew and the woman across the deck as she softly hummed a simple tune to herself. She hadn't bothered to tell anyone about her Eidolon Sahar, figuring that less attention was better after the incident on Firstbloom. Hopefully she wouldn't need him during the trip anyhow.
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv

It'd been a journey thus far, paranoia and a twitchy mind were making Sacco antsy. Of course he hadn't boarded under his real name, instead opting for the clever name of Dujek Achamian. He boarded in a small chamber but spent very little time there, preferring to stroll the deck. On these strolls he would smoke his pipe and gaze out at the horizon, silent, distant, stoic. At times he would drink, indulging in a dwindling stock of fortified wine and he would give rise to voice but ever guarded in what he'd say. Still the travel was long and even paranoia wears away with familiarity. Which is why his caution is slipping, he has taken up a swagger on stroll. Small comments he passed as he weighed weighty matters in his head. The promise of new adventure was flowering.
Thread: Pathfinder - Souls for Smuggler's Shiv

Having had quite enough of hiding below deck, where he retreated after demonstrating the ship's sturdiness to its captain by kicking a hole in the cabin wall, Hafaga clanked noisily up the steps into daylight. Be proactive , Hafaga encouraged himself, 'swhat Pop always said . As a first step toward proactivity, he decided to find someone who appeared to know the situation. You there! Hafaga sauntered up to a leatherclad woman. As he opened his mouth, something struck his foot and skittered overboard. Before anyone could have noticed, Hafaga had already fled.