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Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

That's more like it. His voice breathed warmth against her ear and threatened to steal her daydreaming thoughts away from the pleasant confines of her cottage that she had conjured up in her mind. God's, your a hot little thing. He groaned as he let his lips grasp upon the dirty flesh along the side of her neck and below her ear as the length of him began to slide free from the confines of her clenching ass cheeks. His hips dipped back as his fingers parted the snug lips of her virgin womanhood while his palm rubbed down across the patch of strawberry tinted hair that adorned her sex. With a forward slap of his hips the young man pushed the width and heat of his arousal in between her slightly parted and trembling legs. If his words didn't drive her out of the depths that her mind wandered in search of distracting thoughts, surely the sudden penetration of his shaft would. As he pushed himself into the tight folds of her untouched sex he forced her own belly and parted legs to suck in against the pole. With a groan of lust the guard began to pull back his hips and slam his invasive cock back into the helpless depths of Almeta's sex, shattering her virginity with a single deep stroke of his penetrating manhood. His hands swirled about her body, claiming flesh as he ravaged her against the unyielding width of the hardy pole. Fingers tore into her thick mess of ginger toned hair, twirling it about his grasp and yanking her head back as he left the depth of his conquest of her body as marks of red suction upon her bared neckline. In short order the young man gasped out as the excitement of the act thrilled his loins to eruption as he came within minutes of entering her. As he withdrew he slapped his glistening cock against her bared ass and wiped it against the clean flesh, smearing the wetness that clung to the softening shaft across her rear. That felt good, I hope you know how much I appreciated that. The guard sneered into her ear before he drew away and settled his trousers back into place. Already the other guard was moving and settling the thin white garment down over her head. It was essentially a sheet of scratchy white wool that was draped over her and tied oh so delicately together by small strings near the ends of the sheet that drew the garment closed about the sides of her waist. She was left there, after an apologetic gaze from the pudgier guard found her tortured eyes and they moved off to the next in line on their tour through the encampment. Last edited Aug 25, 2018
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

His voice alone didn't put her from the safety of her mind, but the pain of being penetrated for the first time dry and unprepared did. She hadn't been ready for how it'd feel, and she cried out against the gag as he pulled on her hair. Almeta felt the scrape of teeth where he marked her neck, and each drive of his cock inside her rubbed her front against the wood of the pole before her. The only blessing was that it ended just as quickly as it began, leaving her quietly sobbing as they fitted the wool over her head. She didn't care for the apologetic glance from the man who stood guard. It meant nothing. If he truly regretted his actions he wouldn't have allowed the act to take place. Standing there she now had the discomfort of his cum slowly leaking out, and a distinct ache between her legs to add to her misery. The marks upon her neck throbbed and stung, and Almeta could only imagine how much worse it would make things when the Inquisitor arrived. With that thought she glanced up at the bold one painted upon her pole. Even if it meant standing there until until she could no longer feel her feet, she hoped the Inquisitor would take his time arriving. Surely there were other prison camps with other prisoners far more important than she. And while she felt guilty for wanting others to suffer their punishments first, she knew she only wished it out of fear of what would happen to her.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

Almeta was left there to slump along the post upon which she was bound. She could hear the distinct sound of those two guards and their carts moving off to the next in line, repeating the procedure of changing the prisoners garb out for the simple white blanket of wool. She was naive though, for what Almeta didn't realize as the night carried onward around her, was that her number marked her as the first in line for the coming days judgement before the High Inquisitor. One through Fifty were going to be summoned for the first day of activity, led in a procession until each of them had stood before the High Inquisitor and been judged by his hand. All were going to be guilty, of that there was little doubt, though that fact was scarcely known to prisoners held within the encampment. Many believed they would be able to plead their case, that the High Inquisitor would find them innocent of any wrong doing and see them released. Until then, Almeta had a night to endure within the encampment as torches moved about the arrangement of pole bound prisoners. A loud and sharp cry of pain tore her tired gaze from wherever it lingered as her eyes settled on a skirmish that had erupted around one of the pole bound men further in the camp, but yet clearly in her view. It was Rand, and the carts that followed the pair of guards that had visited her, and defiled her were sitting nearby the monk. Laid out on the ground was the soldier that had taken advantage of her, and violated her not but a half hour ago. The chubbier guard that remained was fumbling for his club as Rand skipped a step towards him and his foot shot upwards, squarely connecting under the guards chin and dropping him to the ground like a pile of wood. The pair of cart pulling prisoners were looking on in shocked silence as the eyes of Rand drifted across the torch lit encampment and found Almeta's. He offered a somber dip of his head, she probably did not see what he had done, but as the men approached Rand launched into a spinning twist that unleashed a devastating impact of his shin across the first guards nose and busted it wide open. As the two young guards laid in a sprawled out mess at Rand's feet a host of more arrived on the scene. Raised clubs and rods came down, beating the monk into a senseless state of submission where all he could manage was to try to bring his arms upward to shield himself from the veracity of the strikes raining down upon him. In short order though he was left a beaten pulp of himself, unmoving upon the hard ground that now soaked up the blood that spilled out of his beaten body. The gathering of guards checked on their fallen companions, and two new members of the watch took their place as the wounded duo were dragged away from the confines of the encampment to be looked after. No one attended to Rand though, and as the night gave way to dawn he could be seen to flinch in the depths of his unconsciousness from time to time as he laid in the sticky filth of his own blood and dirt.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

She tried to sleep. As uncomfortable as she was she knew she'd need some rest to face whatever morning brought. But the wool garment did little to guard her against the chill of the night, and the aching in her jaw and feet refused to quiet themselves. Just as she thought she might get a least a light nap in, she was startled by a cry. Looking toward it she saw the fight. Saw Rand beat down the guard that had violated her and his friend. But while there was satisfaction in seeing her attacker beaten, and knowing that someone had the courage to stand and face them, her heart ached for the monk. If there was only one important lesson to be learned this day, it was that resistance only led to more suffering. And sure enough she saw the man struck down and beaten until it seemed he might be dead. Only his faint twitching told her that Rand was indeed alive. F For now. There was no sleep after that. Not when the body of what was arguably the closest thing she had to a friend was lying there mostly unmoving. When she couldn't get the image of how he crumpled under the weight of those clubs and how the guards swung them without hesitation. It left her to stand and watch as the sun rose wondering what the new day would bring. If she'd get a chance to show she was not threat and offer to stop plying her trade and using magic. Doing so would be a blow to her way of life, but there were crafts she knew that didn't take magic. She could always sew or weave. Some part of her knew it was foolish to hope that she'd be let go, but it was all the hope she had just then. And if she was going to live to see the morning after this one she needed that hope to keep her going.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

Like before she remained silent with her head down to avoid attention. The sound of whips and the cries that followed the crack made her wince, but they never came around to her. Once or twice she glanced up just to watch the guards and men in blue as they milled about, but always quickly looked away until they approached her. Almeta watched them come closer, hoping they might change direction. But they were there for her. She was quiet as they unbound her from the pole. There would be no admitting guilt for anything more than using magic. As far as Almeta could see nothing she'd done was wrong. She hadn't hurt anybody. Hadn't tried to rise above her station. And everything she had done was in the service of others. But if the use if her magic was a crime, the yes that she was guilty of. Nothing more. Walking next to the line of other prisoners she could feel their eyes upon her. A brief look at some of then showed relief that it wasn't them being brought to the front. Others offered pity. Waiting at the end was yet another form of punishment and humiliation. She was silent, though she gave the man, Fyndrake, a wary glance. But he was there only to carry the cross they bound her to and present her before the High Inquisitor and the Portal. The ropes chafed at her wrist and ankles, and although she was bound tightly to the wood she felt the rough material bite into her skin as gravity sought to pull her down. But as she gazed upon the Portal for the first time she hardly noticed her discomfort. Fear and awe dominated as she stared at the swirling blue mass, and it wasn't until her name and crimes were announced did she look away to where the High Inquisitor sat. Around her she heard the murnur of the crowd, all of them judging her as she was declared a witch, and a threat. Then came her chance as the announcer called out, And how does the accused plead? Somehow she found the courage to respond, Not guilty. The murmuring grew louder and fear gripped her heart as she quickly pushed on to elaborate. I have used magic. I will not deny that. But I have never used it for malicious or cruel means. I've only ever used it to help others and perform little things around my home. I have no great power. I never have. And I've never wished ill of anyone. Her voice trembled with every word, and tears filled her eyes to slide down her cheeks. Her gaze pleased with the High Inquisitor to believe her. To see that she was innocent and certainly not someone to deserve such a fate.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

With every word he spoke she felt her heart sink. Terror clawed at her throat as she heard the crowd cheer at her sentence. It was loud enough her cries for mercy could not be heard above it. For the first time she struggled against her captos as they bound her to the rack before the people. Almeta pulled and strained against her bond, contuing to beg until the hammer came down on her hand. The scream that left her was almost inhuman in its agony. Her vision went white a moment and she felt her muscles spasm as her body tried to pull away. But it came down again and again until all she could feel of her hand was pain and the intensity of it robbed her of her voice. She found it again as her jaw was wrenched open, and the burning shears removed her tongue. Howling she saw dark spots at the edge if her vision and prayed she might faint and escape her torment that way. It never happened. Although her head spun and her throat grew raw from her screams she remained awake for the mangling of her other hand. Almeta was still screaming and sobbing as they sent through the portal. She landed not on the ground, but on a corpse. It was hard telling how long they had been there, but cradling her bleeding hands to he chest she clumsily got to her feet and stumbled away from it before falling to her knees again. One look at her hands told her they would never work again. Amongst the blood she could see the white of bone through flesh, and they looked more like swollen, bloody pieces of raw meat than hands. Already she could see how her own death here would happen. Blood loss of course if she couldn't get what used to be her hands to stop bleeding, but infection would be next. She had nothing to clean or protect them with here. For a long while all she could do was kneel there and weep. She trembled as her body began to slip into shock, numbing the pain to an angry throb. What had she done to deserve such a cruel fate? Was Merasheel really the only god there was now? Were there no others who might've stepped in to prevent this? Eventually she found enough strength to get to her feet. Her teeth chattered and her knees trbled from the shock, but she pushed herself to start walking away from the portal. The land before her was barren and desolate, but she wasn't going to die. Not without trying. If she could find water, and some kind of edible plant she might have a chance. Even if she couldn't pick it anymore, she still had her teeth and she could still see. They hadn't robbed her of those two things at least.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

In her state of shock everything around her seemed as though it were a bad dream. The people coming through, whether they be alive or dead, didn't seem quite real, and she didn't notice the man until after he'd picked her up. Unthinkingly she tried to thank him, but without her tongue the words came out in a garbled mockery of speech. He didn't say anything, and she could only hope he understood what she meant. On the grassy hill she overjoyed to find herbs she recognized. In particular ones for slowing bleeding and driving off infection. Of course she couldn't make a proper paste of them, and applying it would be both difficult and painful, but something would be better than nothing. Once set down she went to the nearest ones and knelt, using her teeth to pull off leaves and grind them into something resembling a paste. Steeling herself as best she could for the next part she let a small amount drop on to the first hand. Her burned lips were used to clumsily spread it, and while she couldn't get an even coating she was able to slowly painfully get the bleeding on her first hand to slow to a trickle. Doing the second was even harder, and it took longer but eventually both hands were covered in a thick layer of greenish pulp. There was no cloth to bind and cover them with, but finding the herbs was such a blessing in and of itself she wasn't going to complain. Her next task was to get to the water. Her progress was slow, and she stumbled once or twice, but soon she knelt at the stream's edge and put her lips to the water. Not only did it soothe her stinging lips and provide temporary numbness for the cauterized nub in her mouth, but it eased the rawness of her throat from all her screams and the lack of water while tied to the pole. It left her in better shape with a better chance of survival, but there was no way she could make it alone. Not as she was right now. If she went to sleep in this state with no one to keep an eye on her it could end badly. Looking to the man, who carried her she took stock of the injuries he did have and tried to judge their severity based on sight alone. Compared to others they weren't too terrible, but the herbs would certainly help, and he had hands available to tear her garment into strips to wrap the mangled remains of her own in. Perhaps if she returned his favor with another she could earn some sort of trust. The hard part would be communicating her intentions. Pulling up a few of the herbs with her teeth she took the plants to his side and knelt down as she dropped them onto the grass beside her. Nudging him gently with her forearm she began trying to piece together just how to convey that she wants to help, and that she needed more of his help.
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

There was a grumble of discontent from the older man who laid in an exhausted slumber among the soft grasses upon the gently sloping hill. His meaty hand swatted reflexively towards Almeta as he tried to dismiss the disturbance from his thoughts. The contact of his hand upon her shoulder jarred him back awake though and with a groan he parted his bleary eyes and rubbed his hands across them before he sought to focus his vision upon the tortured young woman kneeling at his side. Uhh, what is it girl? The words slipped from his lips as he sat up and rubbed a hand over a knotted welt upon the scalp of his head as he smeared the blood that still seeped from the fresh wound and winced at the discomfort. Fucking Inquisition. He spat on the ground before his attentions returned to Almeta. Across from the slope of the pleasant hill the red swirling vortex that hovered above the hundreds of dead corpses littered beneath it the familiar din of it's droning hum returned as the first of the next batch of prisoners fell out from it's pulsing swirls of red mystical energy and landed with a thud upon the fresh corpses below. Whilst Almeta tried to convey her needs upon the somewhat plump man with the short black hair wearing the white rags of his imprisonment that were stained with blood more bodies began to drop in short random intervals of time. Name's John by the way. He stated softly as his gaze glanced over towards the despair surrounding the portal. I knew your Mom, back when we were younger. His voice offered some condolence as his eyes peered towards the herbs and plants she had managed to gather. I assume you want me to do something with those, are they for treating wounds? He glanced about and then crawled his way over to the edge of the stream where there was softer ground along the waters edge. His head turned to her and he waved her over as he smiled in a gesture of warmth as he did his best to focus his mind on the idea of communicating with Almeta, anything was better then thinking about the obvious at this point, he figured as he began to etch the alphabet into the soft clay ground upon the bank of the stream. Do you think you could point to the letters somehow and tell me what you need me to do? Last edited Sep 2, 2018
Thread: Portal - The Rise of a Mage (Black_Out/Iridel)

She hadn't quite pieced together just how to communicate yet, and absently went to chew at her lower lip in thought only to be reminded of the burns on them. But the man, John, seemed to understand not only that she wished to help, but that communication was a struggle. More than that he'd known her mother. It seemed she'd found herself a friend in this desolate place. She nodded that yes, the herbs were ones for healing, and followed him to the stream. Kneeling in front of the letters she used them to spell out what she wished to say by holding a mangled hand above each one. First I will need some cloth from the hem of my garment to wrap my hands. After that I can grind those herbs to a paste with my teeth - She gave him an apologetic little grimace as she realized just how unappealing that might sound, but did have an alternative to offer. Or if you find a large flat rock and a smaller one I can instruct you had to grind them and add the water to make a paste to apply to your wounds. It'll stop the bleeding and clean them out, but you'll need a fresh application every other day. With that all laid out she finally added It's good to meet you by the way, and thank you for carrying me. I'm Almeta.
Thread: Small group system rp on Discord? (5e, OVA, pathfinder etc.)

Discord - Free voice and text chat for gamers Just made the group XD hopefully I get some bites!
Thread: Small group system rp on Discord? (5e, OVA, pathfinder etc.)

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Thread: Small group system rp on Discord? (5e, OVA, pathfinder etc.)

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Thread: Small group system rp on Discord? (5e, OVA, pathfinder etc.)

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Thread: Question Friends list

Since the overhaul this summer I have no clue how to access my friends list. While it has not crossed my mind since I was trying to find it today and could not. Is it under a new name, does it still exist?
Thread: Question Friends list

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Thread: Question Friends list

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Thread: Snack or Porn Title

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Salami Delights.
Thread: Snack or Porn Title

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B U M P ! Remade thread. Need to get this itch out. Only one category has plots that are unique to this thread, that my other thread does not have. This is still an interest check. There's a possibility I may not want to roleplay right away.
Thread: Mx Any █║▌│║│ Don't You Trust Me? (NSFW) │║│║█

B U M P !
Thread: Created threads don’t auto watch?

What it says in the title, why doesnt it automatically set you to watching a thread that youve created? I cant imagine many situations where people wouldnt want to know if they got replies...
Thread: Created threads don’t auto watch?

Make sure you have 'automatically watch content you create' selected