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Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

Not counting the room you first exited from, there are 7 closed doors between the staircase and your destination at the far end of the opposite hall, to the one already open door you've seen. Dashing down the hall, you can't help but make a little noise, but thankfully the ogrekin is still close enough that his howls muffle the noise as you flee into the room. The first thing you see is an enormous onyx monstrosity filling the majority of the center of the room, a scant 15 feet from the door. An emaciated, jackal like creature, though it's clearly some sort of demon even to Tialyn's untrained eyes. For while it has the general body of a jackal, it has massive wings, and then she notices that the large, fanged serpent coiled around the beast is not, in fact, a separate animal but rather its monstrous tail. More troublesome still is the thick appendage jutting from between its legs, erect, and at least four feet in length. Luckily, upon freezing and staring at the beast, Tialyn realizes that the entire thing, life-like though it is, is an onyx statue, though there appears to be an engraved plaque at its base. Taking just a second to look around the room, there are other things of interest, though none quite as imposing as the fiendish beast that dominates the room. An unmoving suit of armor, minus the helm, stands watch on the far side of the room, facing the door Tialyn had entered, its massive sword thrust into the ground before it in an alert but non-aggressive manner. A circle drawn in something reddish brown lies on the ground both before and around the statue, markings and symbols drawn within it, with lit candles at various points along the outer rim. The proximity and size of it to the statue makes it impossible to read the plaque without entering the circle. And, lastly, a mess of corpses in varying states of decay. Twenty bodies litter the floor, at least, but not a single one is within the red circle. As you take all of this in, the door you entered from slams shut behind you. Perception DC 15 Keeping your wits about you, you hear things beginning to stir, ragged gasps for breath, and hungry moans. The corpses are restless and beginning to move. You noticed in time to react before they rise, but the door is shut behind you as if by magic. OOC I rolled the perception to notice the magical trap for you to get things moving along, you rolled a 48 on a DC 28 check, so...yeah, didn't notice the door thing until it was too late! Oh well, now things get exciting. Whether you notice the other thing happening I leave to your dice, and you are free to act as you wish, but know that there will be consequences for whatever decision you make! You have multiple options before you, from trying to get out of the room, fighting, hiding, or perhaps something even more risky and hiding within the circle? I'm sure you can come up with others, so let's see what happens!
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

As Tialyn darted into the room, she had a moment to catch her breath... -Before she realized she'd leapt right out of the frying pan, and into the fire! Oh my God- came the taut gasp from her lips, as she flinched back, instinctively - What the hell was this? It took her moment to register that it was just a hideous statue, not some fanged hellspawn ready to tear her to pieces- And then her gaze fell on the bodies strewn underfoot, and that sinking feeling in the pit of her flat belly told her that she was in a lot of trouble! Her blue eyes went so very, very wide, as she clamped a hand over her mouth to choke down a retch - Gods, what had done this? This looked like the site of some terrible massacre, some long-forgotten horror...All of them sprawled around the headless suit of armor, holding place of honor within the red circle! Did the ogrekin do this? No - They couldn't have. This felt...different, somehow. Worse, maybe - Maybe this place had horrors of it's own, horrors the ogres couldn't begin to imagine! She was still thinking that - Still caught partway between paralyzing shock and growing horror - when the bodies began to move! One by one, they were slouching to life - As the door slammed shut behind her, with the finality of a coffin lid. Tialyn whirled, her knife in hand...But of course it was too late! The dead were rising, and if she didn't want to join them - She'd have to do something desperate, and fast! The luscious rogue fumbled for the door handle, yanking at it once, then again - Before she shook her head, a taut breath hissing from her lips. No, that wasn't going to work...She had to- The circle. There weren't any bodies in the circle! Her gaze fell on that suit of armor, that massive sword - Compared to that, her knife looked positively puny. She'd take any weapon she could find...Whether it was cursed or not! Without hesitation, Tialyn whirled - Three long strides taking her towards the red circle! She'd step over the lit candles, doing her best not to disturb them...Already reaching for the armor's sword-! Had this been some kind of...some kind of mass sacrifice? Or something worse, something willing? She wasn't a Cleric, by any means...But something told her this might just have been a cult.
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

The door doesn't budge and the effort to open it costs you a pair of precious seconds, but thankfully the shambling dead are slow to rise and with a desperate dive Tialyn makes it into the inscribed circle just as the horde gets to its feet. Unfortunately, ripping the oversized blade from the suit of armor's grasp is no simple task, and its vice-like grip on the blade almost makes you think for a moment that the sword has been welded on before a finger gives, slightly, but not enough to give you what you desire. Instead, a blast of biting cold seems to radiate outward from the blade, causing the armor to frost over and chill you to the bone. Now, now, my dear, thievery is, mmmm, no way to repay your rescuer...I think I'll need to punish you for that, the voice that guided her here calls out again, intermittently interrupted by slurping sounds and the moaning of the walking dead, now gathered clumsily about the outside of the circle, trapping Tialyn, staring at her, but not approaching. After a moment, you see some of the undead shuffle aside for another zombie to approach, this one is naked, but you're shocked to see a familiar face. Nerick , the rogue who cried out the warning too late, the last time you heard your party before waking up here, stands before you, naked as the day he was born, and very much no longer among the living. His body is cut up in various places, chunks of flesh missing, organs and muscle falling out of his body, even his heart is visible and still, while his lower jaw is gone, his tongue lazily sagging down, flopped against his throat. But then you see movement that distracts you. Naked though he may be, he's holding a severed head between his legs, and it's from there the lewd slurping comes before your zombified companion raises his arms and clumsily turns the head to face you. She was a beautiful woman once, and her face would still be beautiful, were it not for the the fact that she was just a severed head who was now speaking to you. Hello, my darling, and welcome to my humble abode, she says, her eyes gleaming with a dark power. I hope you don't find it too uncomfortable? I was hoping I could ask you a favor, in return for saving you from that dreadful Graul simpleton so I invited you in, but now I worry that you might just be another thief, like this one. Perception DC 20 With everything that's going on, you hadn't had a chance to really examine the bodies, but now that they're up and facing you it's hard to miss. Each of the zombies, still hard to count though certainly at least two dozen, are male, naked from head to toe, and though their cocks are in similar states of decay as the rest of their bodies, all of them are fully erect.
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

I - aaaahhhhhh!!! Bitter cold blasted at Tialyn! She stumbled back, a gasp pulsing from her lips - Dark spots dancing in her field of vision, too stunned to react...Part of her wondering if the zombies were about to fall upon her any moment now- But what she saw was worse. Even worse. N, Nerick-? she managed, her eyes going wide - Oh Gods, was that...It was. He'd been killed, and something had turned him into this, this - This undead horror. She'd seen him alive mere hours ago, to her mind...What was this? The lovely rogue bumped into the armor, almost cutting herself on the sword - Fumbling for her knife, even as her gaze dipped down, down, to... -It was a severed head. And - It was still sucking - This had to be a nightmare. This couldn't be real...Could it? She'd wake up any moment now - Any moment... And then the head began to speak, and Tialyn realized - She wasn't dreaming. W, who- she managed, her breath heaving in her lungs - Her sleek throat working, trying to make sense of this! Her gaze darted back and forth between the horrific sight before her...Her gaze caught, and held, by the sight of the woman's face. She risked a glance back over one slim shoulder - Somehow, somehow, the armor, and that woman...Were they connected-? I... Tialyn swallowed, hard - Trying to steel herself, drawing herself to her full height. She had to get a grip...Gods alone knew what would happen, if she didn't! She'd seen worse, after all...Just not to someone she'd known . She'd never been that close to Nerick, but she'd enjoyed his wit and his eye for detail...Her gorge rose at the thought of what'd been done to him- No, she couldn't think of that, not now! She drew a deep breath... -You just caught me by surprise, that's all, she said - Doing her level best to put her best face forward, refusing to let herself be intimidated. She might be naked and only armed with a knife...But she wasn't about to back down! Her hand came to rest on the curve of her hip, as she canted her head to the side - Trying to focus on the severed head's eyes, ignoring the way it swung slightly in Nerick's arms... I appreciate the help, but...Who are you? And - What kind of favor...?
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

Elise, that was my name, before... the head doesn't move, but the suit of armor proves Tialyn right, the two are connected, as it raises a hand and makes a cutting motion where its neck would be if it had one. As for what kind of favor, my dear...you see, death is rather...cold. At first it isn't so bad, but then you start to realize what you can't have any more...the first foods you eat are rot...art stirs nothing in your breast...even a lover's touch is cold and flaccid...Over time, you'd do anything to feel again...and that's what you're going to do for me. I'm going to bind us together so that I feel what you feel...and then, my lovely little toy, I'm going to give you a choice...you can aid me with creating a new nightmare, or...serve my master as he wills, she says, her eyes shifting to look at the statue looming over you. Of course, you could always refuse...I so wish you will! Her voice is almost pleasant, as if she was a friend talking about wanting to take you out to dinner. Nerick, for his part, does nothing, though his zombified cock twitches, and a black ichor seems to leak out of it, his undeath clearly having some effect on his seed but not on the process by which its discharged.
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

When the armor moved, Tialyn flinched back - Only to realize that the woman was controlling it, somehow! The two of them were linked ...In a way she couldn't name! The lovely rogue's low gasp pulsed from her lips, an instinctive shiver racing up her spine - This was bad. Very, very bad indeed...Her sleek throat working, as her gaze darted to the statue before her! What were the odds of taking on this creature on her own...? Not good, from the looks of it - Even if she wasn't naked and unarmed, there was that hellish sword to consider-! But submitting to her offer... She swallowed, hard - Her brow furrowing, just so...Trying to think of a way out. All right, Tialyn answered...Fighting down her instinctive horror at the whole thing. Her big blue eyes narrowed, just so - Maybe she might find a point of weakness, a chance to break free...Even as she leaned forward, her expression oh-so-curious. ...After all, it's only fair, isn't it? she offered, as if it meant nothing at all - Bind us together, you say? I suppose I'll try anything once... Oh, Gods. How had she gotten herself into this? More importantly - How was she going to get herself out of it?
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

The severed head grins as you accept the offer, Oh excellent, Korthax will just love you. As for binding us, I'm going to ensorcell you so that I feel everything you do...but first, we're going to need to do some preparation...Come on rookie, toss me to my body. With a moan, Nerick's body shuffles slightly and clumsily under-hands the head over to the knightly armor behind you. You could risk her wrath by trying to intercept her, but there's no telling what that might do, or you could let this opportunity slip by in the hopes of a better one presenting itself before you're forced to follow through with your agreement. See more Sorry, I had more I was going to post but then I realized you should have a chance to react to this part! . I can't say catching the head is the sanest idea, but it would affect how things play out if you want to go for it, if so, make a reflex save, DC 15
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

Oh, not good . Tialyn's low gasp purred from her lips, her mind working - Trying to think of a way out of this situation! This was her chance...She could try to snatch the woman's head, but- ...But she had the distinct feeling that might be a very, very bad idea indeed-! After all, the armor was hardly helpless on it's own - And Tialyn could imagine, vividly, what that sword might do to her on a solid impact! And besides- Maybe, in her own way...She was curious . That thought made her shudder, made a flicker of mingled anticipation and trepidation race through her, her big blue eyes widening - This was unholy on a whole new level, but...But she couldn't help but wonder exactly what the woman would have her do! Yes, she just had to bid her time - And hope she wasn't digging herself deeper-!
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

Good girl, now, the woman says after the armored form catches the head and puts it under her arm rather than where it should go and reaches out for you, intoning a spell before you can react. Suddenly there's a flash of magic, but you don't feel that different. There we go...now we're linked, and I can feel what you feel...but since you've been so kind, I'll offer you a choice, my dear. But then Elise lets out a whistle, and you suddenly feel a chill and hear a rustling sound as a great warhorse appears behind you and snorts heavily, hot air blowing your hair forward as the severed head lets out a whimper. The steed is easily the largest you've ever seen, with inky black fur across most of its body, save for its tail, the ends of its hooves, and its face, which are a dark, demonic red, the hooves and tail are even on fire, though the floor and zombies don't seem to be igniting at least. Hello Korthax my dear, I've brought you a merry mare to mate, she says in a singsong voice. But now, my lovely slut, you need to decide...will you give yourself to my darling Korthax and offer a prayer to our lord Yethazmari that his seed takes hold...or do you want him to take you by force?
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

Oh Gods The heady gasp pulsed from Tialyn's silky throat, as the huge warhorse loomed above her...Hot air gusting against her creamy skin! Her mouth went dry, a hot shiver racing up her spine - At the thought of that creature, magnificent as it was, mounting her- Wait, what-? The woman - Elise, was it? - wanted her to... breed with the Nightmare? Was that - was that even possible? She had to find a way out of here, but how...? The weird, warped entity was entirely capable of animating the dead - summoning a horror like this, and...It wasn't like Tialyn could fight her way out, was it-? Or maybe she wasn't as unwilling as she'd thought... Her hand reached out, for the warhorse's mane - her skin tingling just so! Linked, are we-? she husked...Wondering how it would feel - Her lissome legs folding beneath her, as Tialyn sank to her knees! Oh, I'm sure his seed will have no trouble taking ...
Thread: The Hook Mountain Manor Mistake [Desril and iridium248]

The woman's smile is cold, Perhaps, but I do so like being certain...with my lord's blessing, it is sure to work...but should you resist, well, my dear Korthax has been very lonely these last few years. I'm sure he's willing and able to keep trying...no matter how many days it takes. As Tialyn sinks to her knees, she gets a better view of the nightmare's underside, its inky black cock sliding out of its sheath as pets his mane, barely in reach above her so massive is he. The first thing she notices is the steaming red liquid like substance rising off of the flared cockhead thicker than her own thigh...whatever the nightmare's precum was made of, it was hot . And then the glowing veins, crisscrossing through the entire shaft, glowing with an ominous purple light that seemed to be somehow inviting. Then, at last, the cock stopped sliding out of its sheath and started twitching. It was still soft, but with every pet of his mane the meaty rod twitched and became a little harder...a rather worrisome prospect now that Tialyn could see its entire length, at least a full four feet, just barely not dragging on the ground. If you pray hard enough, why, it might not hurt at all even at first.
Thread: Love Triangle / Post Apocalypse / A minagrie of delights!  (MxF) (Update)

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Thread: True Evil Unleashed (Cerberus and UnicornHorn))

Did the Blind Seer not tell you about us? Did she not warn you? Long ago, maybe even before history had been recorded there had been such a creature of pure and untangiable evil. One whom had brought darkness and doubt into the world and upon mankind. It had made the world dark and fed upon misery and fear that early man had. Or so that's what it said. Abel looked at the book before putting it away as he looked over the collection that his lovely Girlfriend Daphne Blake had around her house. Now that is hehe real evil..Not some guy hiding in a mask or CGI.. He laughed abit knowing that it was one of the reasons why she had left and went to work on a career on tv, which is where they had met. He was one of the Camera crew and worked with Daphne when she was out in the field for the news company. Speaking of which, were you planning on going to see your friends for this little get together they seem to be holding? He looked over at his sleeping dog Reaver who was a mixture of Husky and wolf. The dog had some wild tendencies but Abel had always managed to keep control of the dog. Across town Fred Jones was busy running supplies for Velma and stocking the bookshelves of her bookstore. He was making sure to put every book back in order or he knew that Velma would come down on him. He then headed into the backroom and started making some coffee, pouring them into two mugs he wandered back out and walked up behind Velma and kissed her neck before setting a mug down for her. Got this for you.
Thread: Daddy's Girl [private for me and spud]

Name Kasumi doesn't remember her real one Age 19 Height 170 cm Likes cute things, plush toys, sweets DislikesScared of when Daddy is angry with her Robotic parts arm, legs and eyes Body bubble ass, D-cup breasts, wearing a full bodysuit most of a time under her normal clothes ....... She was screaming, screaming for someone to help, to save her. This scary place, no one talking, no one there... only hands, their mechanical sounds and her, on the cold, cold flat surface... She mewled, begged, pleaded as the mechanic hands were handling the blades going into her body, cutting off her legs and hands off as if they were unneeded parts. It hurt so bad, making her turn and twist as much as she could in her bindings. She could feel every little bit that was pushed in her body, it making her feel sick, lightheaded.. but she still couldn't lose her consciousness. The pain.. So much pain.. And only her there.. No.. Please! Please don't hurt me! Please, please, please.. there was no escape, something keeping her eyes open so she could see on the big screen the blood going out of her body, the rest of bones sticking out and then being cleaned, obviously preparing the hurt places... for something... ............... How long it lasted she couldn't tell, unable to scream any more, her throat denying any more straining. And then the nightmare she was in repeated again, the arms going down for her. But she didn't have anything more! They took her legs and arms! Why, why, why, why would it come down again? Why, why, why, whyyy?! The hands went for her face, her green eyes widening when it got lower and lower, the movement seemingly lasting forever. The hand touching her eyelids, some kind of exquipment going under it and her eyeballs slowly being taken out of her eye sockets....and then slowly the pressure raising, her bladder going of, the girl trying to beg, nothing coming from her lips.. and the pain of them being crushed, the blood dripping on her face, filling her mouth. ............................................. Kasumi woke up, panting softly, her heart beating like crazy. She whimpered softly, nuzzling her face into Mr. Rabbit. Mr. Rabbit was nice, so smooth.. and smelled nice.. For now she had no arms and legs, her Daddy would be the one putting them on in few moments. Sniffling she wriggled on her pink bed, her black and pink eyes looking around the extremely girly room. When she was really, really extra super good her Daddy installed normal hands for her so she could touch some things or to use colouring books. Kasumi liked colouring books, there were pretty. Still her hands were meant for killing, the sharp fingers good for taking the eyeballs out. Kasumi didn't like bloody stuff... but she was a good girl and listened to her Daddy. Bad girls needed to be punished and that was the worst. No, Kasumi was a good girl. Daddy? , she asked, her voice very soft.