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Thread: Modernism 5e smut (IC)

The blow from the zombie dug into Steven's shoulder, the young man grunting as he felt what was likely his blood starting to drip down his arm. Oddly enough that thought didn't fill him with unrelenting fear as it might, and probably should, have. Instead the only thing he was feeling was excitement! Think you're tough? he muttered, glaring at the abomination, I've taken harder hits during pee-wee football! Seeing another zombie attacking another woman his eyes narrowed, as the knowledge of a, for lack of a better word, spell came to his mind. As he brought his sword up he gave a brief chant and the rapier was suddenly engulfed by a green flame! When he struck his target the flame seemed to leap across it's body and to the next one where it was standing over a woman it had attacked, burning them both. Turning to the nearby cop he gave the man a stern look. Get these people out of here, I'll hold this lot off while you do! His gaze was brought back to the zombie, preparing for their inevitable counterattack. Character Sheet Actions Move Action None Main Action Casting Green-Flame Blade and attacking the zombie. If it hits the initial target will take an additional 2d8 fire damage, and the adjacent zombie will take 2d85 fire damage Attack 24 to hit, initial zombie takes 10 piercing damage and 11 fire damage, second zombie takes 12 fire damage. Character Numbers HP8088 AC 19 Bladesong active 1st Level Spell Slots 44 2nd Level Spell Slots 33 3rd Level Spell Slots 33 4th Level Spell Slots 33 5th Level Spell Slots 22 6th Level Spell Slots 11
Thread: Modernism 5e smut (IC)

As Steven jumps in the air and lunges at the zombie ogre, the green flame strikes through both zombies practically leaping to get to the other zombie. The first zombie has some serious notable wear and tear on it, and it seems to have trouble holding itself in one frame. Parts of the zombie that fall off to the ground seem to lay inert. O... Okay. Yeah, you seem to have it handled. The cop replies. People need to leave in an orderly fashion. He yelled. The first two zombies attempt to get revenge on Steven swinging a large morningstar at his head. One hits shoulder but the other goes wide. You take 16 points of damage. The third zombie attempts to take a swing at the police officer that's stopped firing and is trying to get people to leave. But he just barely misses as the morningstar only catches the edge of his uniform. The fourth zombie runs for the woman who attacked it's brothers and takes a swing at Jillian, missing entirely as it swings too early. The other cop starts to help with the evacuation. RPg girl it's your turn. What do you do, the area around the fighting is almost entirely cleared out of innocents. Init Pods Init 18 Human cop 1 Init 17 Zombie 3 Init 16 faerie fired Zombie 1 Init 15 Hp 22 faerie fired Zombie 2 Init 15 Hp 50 faerie fired Zombie 4 Init 15 Hp 67 Human cop 2 Init 14 RPGgirl Init 11 1 Zombie 5 Init 11 2 Chris Init 10 Gunman 1 Init 7 Khan Init 6
Thread: Modernism 5e smut (IC)

She would dash, moving as quickly as possible, for her hands to grasp some of the womans blood, even as she begins to intone the spell, the words coming out in a dialect of Sumerian that seems somehow, to be foul and perverse, to be corrupt and vile, entreating spirits of hate and violence to erupt into the world and wreck their havoc on the mortals inside to try and slake a thirst for suffering and death that was eternal and unquenchable. And as her hand touches the blood, enough to fill a vial, she lets the last words out with a primal shriek, as the demons appear, wretched from a blood sacrifice, sixteen of them in total, four around each of the zombies, ready to rage, rip and tear, or die as the case may be. Fall back. The summons are creatures of hate, and while I can dismiss them... Unspoken was the fact that she cared little if the demons died, as they provided a screaming, clawing and biting buffer between human lives and undead. However, even as she spoke, she would quickly maintain chanting, working the words of binding that kept them here... though there was little in the way of control. See more Move to the downed woman, and use her blood as a material component for Conjure Lesser Demon with a 6th level spell slot. Just need an initiative roll from them, and they act on their own.
Thread: Modernism 5e smut (IC)

As the sixteen demons rise up and surround 4 of the zombies the cops even start freaking out at the obvious supernatural sorcery going on. Timmy didn't spike the. The second cop starts hopefully. Oh god, oh god what's happening. The first cop starts panicking. The last zombie takes a swing at Steven but the sudden appearance of demons causes it to lose his momentum swinging into the ground harmlessly. Chris it is your turn. Init Pods Init 18 Human cop 1 Init 17 Zombie 3 Init 16 faerie fired Zombie 1 Init 15 Hp 22 faerie fired Zombie 2 Init 15 Hp 50 faerie fired Zombie 4 Init 15 Hp 67 Human cop 2 Init 14 RPGgirl Init 11 1 Zombie 5 Init 11 2 Chris Init 10 Gunman 1 Init 7 Khan Init 6 Demons Init 6 2
Thread: Modernism 5e smut (IC)

Gabriel Great. Now who is the enemy? I really hate when unnatural destroying forces are in the works, be it undead, death magic, the so called civilization, or demon summoners. What I also hate - but this one is definitely a new thought - is people showing off powers they should not have. Maybe that is why I choose to help Steven and the almost hit police officer with sharing a little warmth and love, merriment and laugh from the Feywild. The Blessing of the Summer Court helps with damage, gives a little extra spring in their steps, and maybe a little plus to keep alive at the next hit. I also move back, for the next serious spell would be trapping all the unnatural things together... Action and Effect As the main action, I cast a Wall of Thorns around the undead and the summoned demons from my staff. A wall of tough, pliable, tangled brush bristling with needle-sharp thorns. The wall appears within range on a solid surface and lasts for the Duration. ... A circle that has a 20-foot diameter and is up to 20 feet high and 5 feet thick. The wall blocks line of sight. When the wall appears, each creature within its area must make a Dexterity saving throw. On a failed save, a creature takes 7d8 piercing damage, or half as much damage on a successful save. A creature can move through the wall, albeit slowly and painfully. For every 1 foot a creature moves through the wall, it must spend 4 feet of Movement. Furthermore, the first time a creature enters the wall on a turn or ends its turn there, the creature must make a Dexterity saving throw DC 15. It takes 7d8 slashing damage on a failed save, or half as much on a successful save. I take care to not entrap any humans within the area or the circle, but I rather surround the newly summoned creatures and put the thorns up on the undead... As a Bonus Action Steven gets the Blessing of the Summer Court, 3d6 HP healing, 15 feet movement for one minute and 3 temporary HP ... Next round I keep concentration up on the Wall, and Bless the Cop as a bonus action - if he is unhurt, then just 5 feet movement and one temporary HP, otherwise it would be more and would also heal him too.
Thread: Looking for a Horny Mommy

Ridori Nighthawk said Any takers? Please be literate and able to post at least two solid paragraphs. Mmm now cmon. Where's my horny, slut mother at? Females only, please. Click to expand... I think you found urself a mother, I bet you taste good
Thread: The Fey Forest - KayTee / Takashi

See more The Fey Forest Camwyn moved cautiously through the dense woodland. The shortcut had seemed like a good idea in theory. The Map she had seen at the border garrison outpost had clearly shown that, if she cut through the Dimwoods, she would reach the Imperial Road in three days rather than the ten or more it would take to go around. The Guardsmen had warned her off of course. To humans, woodland was always inhabited by ghosts, goblins and monsters. But Camwyn was an elf, daughter of Elgarwyn, first ranger of the Wilds, and she herself a trained ranger of the Glimmerwood. No forest could cause her to be ill at ease. Or so she had thought. But this woodland was different. The sounds, the scents. There was more here of decay and death that any wood she had ever known. The trees and plants grew in strange ways and many of the species she did not recognise at all. She adjusted her cloak around her shoulders and wished, for the first time on this journey, that she had brought armour and not just her travelling leathers. The high leather boots, short leather skirt and jerkin served to camouflage her, but they offered les protection. Now she moved carefully. Her bow strung and her hand ready to knock an arrow should she need to as she advanced, her elven vision seeking pathways.
Thread: The Fey Forest - KayTee / Takashi

Generally, the Dimwoods were not as harsh as some of the Elven lands could be. The trees were clumped, and sometimes one who didn't know how to navigate them could get lost fairly easily, and end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though, lately, the woods have been changing, as much of the world had been. More creatures roamed the lands in secret. The ones who were common became more active in hunting down trespassers. This hadn't been too worrisome to most guardsmen, as the creatures had been able to make sure to keep away from large settlements and leave no survivors. As one young elf would learn, the roads were much safer. It was only because of her keen senses that should would even have heard the sound of a branch breaking to her right. A shadow quickly moving to hide behind a tree in that direction. Her eyes, easily adjusting to the dim lights would allow her enough vision to have seen what appeared to be a weapon of some kind on the waist of whatever hide from her view. Another sound behind her, would alert her that she may be surrounded now. Whatever it was that had surrounded her, was keeping just out of her sight. Until one of them charged from the shadows, it was a goblin, which were not normally native to this part of the lands. They were more commonly found within mountains, it near smaller population of people. They were green, with beady black eyes. Their clothing leathers, obviously not their own, as they barely fit on their smaller frames. His weapon was a deadly scimitar, which had clearly seen combat before. As thatnine moved in, so did four others all around her.
Thread: The Fey Forest - KayTee / Takashi

Camwyn stiffened at the sudden motions and nocked an arrow. As she saw the Goblin charge from the undergrowth, she drew aimed and let loose in one smooth, fluid motion. The bowstring thrummed and the arrow buzzed, embedding in the forehead of the goblin. She quickly knocked, drew and shot again but this time her arrow barely nicked the shoulder of one of the others. There were far too many to shoot, so she dropped her bow and drew her knife, crouching into a fighting stance. It was probably hopeless, there were far too many, but she'd be damned if she was going down without a fight. As they drew near, she charged and lunged at one of the greenskinned humaniods, bowling it over. She hopped over the goblin and tried to doge between two more but the blocked her path. She spun round only to see them moving in, forming a rough circle. She was surrounded By the Gods, I will not go down without a fight. she cursed.
Thread: The Fey Forest - KayTee / Takashi

The goblins had known the woman would be able to put up a fight, as she was an elf. Everyone knew elves could be very talented hunters and fighters in general. So as she took a few out, more poured from the tree lines. Some came out of the trees, and charged at her. It went from her being surrounded by merely five, to maybe thirty or forty. It was impossible to tell as she would be fighting them, which luckily for her, she was talented enough to hold back the first few. That quickly changed as one from a tree dropped on top of her head, and covered her eyes. Quickly, before she could kill that one, one jumped up to smack her weapon from her hand as roughly as he could. Then it was a matter of moments for her. They pulled out ropes, and started tying her quickly up, running around her in fast circles. To make sure she was having a more difficult time stopping them, one tackled her from behind to knock her down to the ground. That action made it much easier for the rest as they swarmed her again, quickly tying her hands up, while some pulled out their own little knives. Instead of threatening her life, they started cutting at her leathers, pulling them off of her to expose her. She had few options for this situation.
Thread: The Fey Forest - KayTee / Takashi

Camwyn let out a sharp yell as the creature dropped on her head covering her eyes. A moment later they had disarmed her and she felt ropes going around her upper arms, pulling them to her sides. NO! She cried out. kicking at random. Then she felt more ropes and a sharp tug. her knees were drawn together tightly and then her ankles. NO! She screamed now in true fear as she was trussed and pushed to the floor of the forest. She could feel them pulling her arms behind her back, then she could see, but it was too late to do anything as they bound her wrists together and then her elbows. Gasping, she tried to think as they started to methodically remove her clothing. Goddess help me! She cried, but there was no one listening.
Thread: The Fey Forest - KayTee / Takashi

The goblins felt pride from having taken down an elf such as her, they were usually fairly rough to catch. They had been lucky that she wandered into their territory where they could surround her so easily, and have her as they newest trophy. The ones that survived her initial round of arrows clapped as they watched the ones that arrived a little late remove her clothes. The elf was beautiful, and even they could see that as they cut her clothing. The leader walked up, a little taller than the rest, by about four inches, and the one with the meanest weapon. It was a khopesh, clearly stolen from another person they had either killed or captured. He wasted no time as he moved to be between the woman's legs, and push down his own pants, to reveal a decently sized cock. It was a slightly lighter green than his skin, and had pleasurable bumps along the length. The others started groping at her, and moving her so she was face down, with her rear in the air. They had tied her legs, so that made it so this was the easiest way to take advantage of the poor elven woman. The goblin leader didn't hesitate to slam his member into her tight womanhood. They were raping her on the spot they caught her. If she survived this they thought about taking her to their camp to be their slave, or leaving her for dead.
Thread: Two Weeks of Freedom (Amaranthine & Styxx)

Caroline! Poppy almost screamed as she knocked on the automatically locking door of her friend's door room. It was well past noon and they should have left the residence almost an hour ago now, but all she had got from her travelling companion was a text and the pale-freckled ginger was starting to get anxious. She desperately wanted to be out of this school, and had she known that her friend was going to be late... Well, she probably wouldn't have offered her a ride half way across the country. If there was one thing that Poppy Sanders wasn't, it was late. She didn't quite know why, but she hated being even a minute late to something and she was generally early to being early... much to the chagrin of pretty much everyone around her. Hurry up! She yelled, though this time she walked off and back towards her room, which was down and across on the opposite end of the hall. She'd pretty much moved all of her stuff out by now, shoved it in to a few boxes she had in the second row of seats on her truck. Being raised rather affluently she was lucky enough to have parents who had paid for her first year of school, and a rather nice truck to go along with it. That wasn't to say she was lazy or unappreciative, no - she had spent her first year working outside of class hours, paying her own way while only her tuition had been covered. She knew that was a luxury and was incredibly thankful. Grabbing the last of her stuff, Poppy got down to her truck to see her friend already waiting, several boxes of her stuff tucked in to the truck bed. Well there you are, Poppy said with a laugh. I was just at your room looking for you, if you hadn't been here you would have gotten a rather strongly worded text.
Thread: Two Weeks of Freedom (Amaranthine & Styxx)

Caroline Atkinson had been waiting all weekend for today - her first year of the child and youth worker program had flown by and she was ready to return to home. She was lucky enough to make a friend this year who happened to live im the same town as her, and she was even luckier to realize that a certain Poppy Sanders and her had met before - back when they were kids, they had actually been the best of friends. After her parents divorce the had moved to the other side of town, and with that... Well, Cara hadn't talked to Poppy until two months in to her first semester, when they had run in to each other on campus. She had known they shared a floor in the residence building and she knew that the redhead seemed to be familiar, but finding out she was talking to her old best friend had been the highlight of the year. She had been super greatful when Poppy had offered to bring her home as the year had come to an end, and the pair had agreed to make a trip out of it. The next two weeks would be just the two of them on the road and seeing the sights before they returned home and prepared for the responsibilities that the summer would bring. Cara was glad she'd get a break before spending the summer working her ass of at the same resteraunt she had spent the summer before at. The brunette had woken up late, though and she hustled to get her stuff together before Poppy would get too annoyed with her. She managed to succeed... Barely. She'd been about to text Poppy apologizing and saying she was ready whenever when the woman walked out the back of the building to see her as she had finished loading her stuff up. Hey! Sorry, I slept in. she grimaced. Hope you're not mad at me, I'm ready to go when you are.
Thread: Two Weeks of Freedom (Amaranthine & Styxx)

Poppy couldn't be angry, and she released the tension in her shoulders as she approached the brunette. After taking Caroline in to a hug she motioned towards the doors of the truck. She spoke as she pulled her driver side door open, come on, let's get going. The two had come up with a plan to get home that didn't involve heading straight there. If they wanted they could make it in a day's time, but Poppy wanted a chance to see what America had to offer, and it gave her a chance to get closer to one of her best friends as a child. Though they had both grown immensely over the last ten years, Poppy had been delighted to find that they managed to rekindle the same playful, energetic vibe that had made them such close friends as children. They were going to spend the next two weeks on the highway, back roads and everywhere in between as they slowly made progress towards home. Luckily, Poppy had been saving up for a few months now and had enough cash on her that she figured she was safe money-wise. Once she was out of the lot, Poppy went for the highway. With the road trip playlist blaring and snacks and drinks between them, they set out. They were heading towards the Atlantic, starting in Pennsylvania. The goal was to get up towards Lake Erie today, get up to Edinboro at least and tomorrow would consist of beaches, drinks and overall a celebratory we've finished first year little bash for the two girls. It would be approximately a six hour drive for the girls, not counting rest stops, and the plan was to end up in a little motel for the night after having dinner.
Thread: Two Weeks of Freedom (Amaranthine & Styxx)

Cara was excited to go on this trip, and she couldn't wait to hit up the beaches tomorrow as the honorary hit it off event of their road trip. It would bring them up from Philidelphia, along Lake Erie and they would follow close to the border up to Maine and head down the east cost until they hit their home town in South Carolina. It wasn't the longest trip, but they planned to make the most of it and see as many things as they could. She was also excited for their pit stop in New York City, where they would spend the night in a nice hotel and make the best of the city that never sleeps. Now - how well would she be able to budget her way to there, though? Since the trip had been planned she had plenty of time to save up more money, but she definitely wished that she had more to bring to the table and that she could offer more to Poppy. The redhead didn't say anything about it, but it still weighed on Cara's normally carefree conscious. Traffic slowed their trip and before they knew it, it was almost eight and they were still an hour away from their destination for the night. Cara desperately wanted something to eat, so she asked Poppy if they could stop for food and ten minutes later they pulled in to a small diner off the side of the highway. An hour later they left with a full belly and a need to decide what they wanted to do for the night. It would start getting dark out very soon and both of the women were getting tired. Hey, how about this - let's grab some booze and pull in to a campsite, spend the night in the truck? While she came off as rather girly at times, Caroline definitely loved to spend time outside, and she was rather trusting. At this time of year it was just warm enough that they wouldn't be cold if they spent the night in the open, but not warm enough that other people would be out at the camp site. She had seen a sign a mile back about an area a few more miles north, and that would work if Poppy agreed.
Thread: Two Weeks of Freedom (Amaranthine & Styxx)

Poppy was... reluctant to say the least at Caroline's idea but eventually she gave in, and hit up the liquor store at the nearest town and got a bottle of whiskey. While Caroline was adventurous, outgoing and always the first one to jump head first in to things, Poppy preferred to be the voice of reason. She enjoyed having a logic to things and she knew that sometimes it could be anal but that didn't stop her from wanting to be able to rationalize stuff. That was what she did on the trip back to the highway, until they pulled off on the exit to the camp site that Caroline had noticed earlier. By then she was able to relent, as night was coming and she found herself quite tired. They would need to pull some blankets and pillows out, but Poppy had packed hers in to a box that she had in the back seat so that would be easy. Between the two of them they would have more than enough. By the time that they got the bed of her truck set up with a thick olive green comforter under them and thinner blankets to cover them later that night, the sun had faded over the horizon. Hung lanterns around the campsite illuminated the area, leaving them just enough light to see each other and the flowing expanse of stars over their head. Okay... Maybe Cara had a good idea, and she just didn't want to admit it. Poppy fell in to a pillow, her shoes shed at the entrance to the truck's bed, and the whiskey came held close to her chest. She poured approximately a double shot in to each of the two cups that she had brought up just before and then added some coke to the mix, making a drink that ended up being on the strong side for her she didn't drink very often, after all. To us! She said as she handed one of the solo cups over to her friend, and then offered hers out to clink together.