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Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

Nai'lo Deep Drow An arrogant surfacer, charming. She kept her eyes on Sarith Kzekarit as she spoke, while he might be a lowly male she would not forget her brother's lessons on making assumptions on the lesser sex - if he saw her as something familiar he might be more willing to adopt a traditional role ... but that he might be resentful as some less intelligent males were. Than flicked her eyes back to the slit pupils of the woman who spoke to her I understand that you are one of the yuan-ti, your eyes indicate such - persumedly you are already considering killing and eating the creature that seeks to rut with you her eyes flicked to the human male and unless he proves useful that is all fine, further that one is not human eyes indicating the half-elf but some tainted half breed from the detestable surface kin . I tell you these things so that you can appreciate something - ignoring bias her voice changed as if she was lecturing a child to quote one of your surface scholars the Drow have an underdark spanning civilisation ... there is not a significant area within it where they have not established a presence ... despite creatures such as fearsome beholders and dread illithids, the drow are perhaps the most dangerous creatures within their dark abode she smiled it is good to read what your enemies think of you. I have read on your kind also - though not extensively - a failed civilisation whose people seek to infiltrate other more successful cultures and co-opt what they cannot produce for themselves finishing the lecture in affect you are beggers and scavangers who produce nothing of value while maintaining an unjustified sense of entitlement . Her eyes turned hard you may never work for me - my situation is less than ideal, but you will work for the drow while you are here - or you will serve in other ways, as an example, a sacrifice, a toy, a trade good, food for others etc. Even if you should get out of here you will not make it to the surface without subjugating yourself on occassion to your betters. I would be a better mistress for you than most - if you want you could think of it as you manipulating me her lips curled at the joke of that. At the clattering of stone she focused her attention on the spot to catch what had occured. Roll Perception 1d203 16
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

Nai'lo In their comer, the clattering of small stone would be coming from what seems to be small stones tossed and thrown by each of the three in turn. Presumably, they have fashioned crude dice of sorts and are gambling for future stakes.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

Anya never really cared much for politics and the like, and doesn't have much knowledge to help with such things. Best I can figure, we just need to wait for our opportunity to get out. 'Til then, we endure, save our strength and energy for when it's needed. If you think tryin' to manipulate our captors will give us that chance, I'll do what I can to support you, but I can't promise I'll be too helpful - pretty words ain't ever exactly been my specialty.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

I'm totally useful. Warren argues, his eyes tearing away from the pretty girls to look at the small clattering of stones with Nai'lo See more Perception 14
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

DC 10 Perception for the Clattering Stones In their comer, the clattering of small stone would be coming from what seems to be small stones tossed and thrown by each of the three in turn. Presumably, they have fashioned crude dice of sorts and are gambling for future stakes.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

img100x150 alignright Desira You seem to have confused me with some aberrant ophidian... , how was this woman was able to see through my human looking appearance, my eyes are not that different and she hasn't seen my tongue yet... um perhaps some other of her kin informed her of my race so there was no reason to hide her origins, ...but yes I am a yuan-ti... About the half human, she is as good as human for now so it seems there is just the two of us to lead this escape, once again I tell you that I will not work for you, an alliance however is acceptable. Oh and don't try to scare me with those examples of what could happen to me under the hands of another of your kin for I may not know why but my dear are just in the same situation. Desira walks towards Warren then, Useful, you say? , and suddenly reaches for the male human's erection, skillfully stroking him gently despite her chains as she grabs his stiffness, ...and useful for what might I ask?, do you foresee any way to escape from here, um?, or shall I better ask those other three over there? Waiting for an answer from either Nai'lo, Warren or perhaps even Anya or Sylvia, Desira stands next to Warren for a little more still teasing him a little longer until she can feel him throbbing in her hands as the considers her odds.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

Well. Warren said biting back a swoon as he thrusted forward in Desira's hand. If the guards are all busy we might be able to pick a lock, or force open the cell. He whispers. Does anyone have anything that could work for opening a lock? He asks showing Desira the club he had managed to secret away. This is all I've got. Unless. He muses, a flourish of his hands, and there was a small lockpick in his hand. It'll last for a moment. But... can anyone use it? He asked. See more Casting prestidigitation.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

As he attempts to cast the spell, a simple enough cantrip drilled into the heads of most wielders of arcane magic, the flourish of his hand reveals... nothing at all. There was no lock pick, so spell, not even any flash of light or sound. It was simply as if the spell never manifested in the first place. It would seem that magic shall offer no sure means of escape.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

Warren casts the spell once. Twice. Um.... girls.... I can't cast magic in here.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

Don't worry, Warren, I'm sure it would happen to anybody who tried to cast in here, Anya said sympathetically, rubbing his shoulder gently. Drow have a lot of practice at being awful people, they've probably got like, books and crap on the fine art of kidnapping and slavery.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

Oh they totally do. It's practically a genre down here. Warren nods eagerly, thrusting into Desira's hand again on reflex. It's probably an antimagic field. Most likely localized to the cells themselves.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

Sylvia had managed to ignore Warren's erection in an attempt to maintain his dignity in an undignified situation, but the noble lady couldn't help but stare wide-eyed and open mouthed in surprise for more than a few seconds as Desira so openly fondled his shaft. Blushing furiously, she turns away after several seconds too long and sneaks over to where she'd hidden her length of rope, I've found this, but as short as it is it isn't good for much beyond binding someone's hands or feet, she says, trying her best not to look at Warren. But if you are right and we're contained within an anti-magic field, I'll not be able to call upon the power of my goddess for aid until we escape its confines...but still, I swear to you all, in the name of House Naberie we will get out of here. It's just a question of how...without magic we're left with just our wits and physical ability...could any of you possible pick our captors pocket when she next arrives? I will see if these chains are more fragile than they appear. She'd spent the better part of the week looking for a way out but come up with nothing that seemed to have the slightest chance, but with all the others gathered here she couldn't not try to do anything in her power, even if it didn't make sense, and so, bringing all of her strength to bear, the Lady Sylvia de Naberie did her best to simply break the chains binding her with raw physical might. See more Strength check to try and break the chains this isn't going to work I'm sure ...1d203 23 ....or I'll roll a 20 and have the tiniest of chances holy shit this might actually work lol More likely, I break free, spend 30 minutes trying to break everyone elses chains, and get caught and punished .
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

Nai'lo She considered the dice for a with some work they might make a useful lockpick but they would have to be chiseled down against the other stones or her gemstone - still something to consider. Could be antimagic, could be something in the food preventing casting, could be magical compulsion, a dead magic zone etc. Our ways are many and varied - and you are confusing awful with superior she stated absently as she considered the dice game it was something she had enjoyed engaging in previously. Fine we can call it an alliance - but we are in my abode with my people you would be wise to remember that she stated to the yuan-ti woman. Turning her attention to Sarith Kzekarit she she considered how to approach this. Deep Drow Sarith are you aware of the local political climate and the relationships between the various houses involved in this operation? Tell me of such and it will be remembered when the time is right. She queried. She also casually tapped into her training to generate a small light, affecting a human was sensible but creating protections that could act against the captors was risky - her Drow nature may allow her to bypass the protections if they had been created without foresight, more likely it would fail but how that occured might be important. See more Casting Prestidigitation - expecting failure but might give insight into how her magic is blocked. Investigation 1d204 17 To convince Sarith to share any information about the local drow Persuasion 1d208 18
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

img100x150 alignright Desira So you will only last for a moment? she replied grinning as she continued to stroke the already throbbing appendage, ... or to tie someone little friend to prevent him from cumming,... Desira added to Sylvia's comment without letting Warren's stiffness go at any moment only to turn her face back to him again a moment later ...you are getting my hands slightly moisturized already... but don't you think human that it would be too easy to escape if we all could use our magic? there could be other ways though, let me try this... Desira then went a little more enthusiastic about turning the human male on, massaging his ball while also going slightly faster on the strokes she performed on the whole length of his meaty rod. Perform check16 See more um below average result, well who knows it might still be enough to make warren cum Anyway, using a bardic performance on Warren to check if only magic if blocked. If it works granting him a d6 he can use within 10 minutes on any attack, check or save even after seeing the what he rolled on the die Now do you think you could be able to break of slip free of your chains as well mister 'It'll last for a moment' or do you need some help?... You there. Come here and help him get free, my hands are a little busy here Desira called upon Sylvia to assist Warren to give him advantage on the to free himself as she continued to stroke him to 'inspire' him. Desira also had a few feet of silken rope as well as a flint shard that could be used as a dagger and would show them to her current group after they had finished helping Warren, she was glad also that the drow agreed to call it an alliance thinking they could both share the present humans once they had all escaped.
Thread: Grimly Out Of the Abyss IC

As Sylvia strained against the chains, it would seem for a moment as if the steel would hold, and that her struggles were for not. And then, they crack and split along a handful of the links, breaking apart enough so her hands and arms are granted a much fuller range of movement... though the shackles and chains are still in place. They are just no longer attached. As Nai'lo attempts her magic, it would simply fail to manifest, the spell coming to nothing, with not even the suggestion of the magic forming... though she would be able to feel it moving inside of her, ready to be released... only to vanish just a moment before it was released. From his position with the dice, Sarith looks over, a scowl on his face. Deep Drow House Mlzzrym operation entirely. As for politics? Normal posturing between the chief cunts, though the biggest bitch's boy-toy got cast off after his pretty face wasn't so pretty anymore. He then laughed, as did the dwarf and the gnomes, sniggering and shaking their heads in amusement. Then, he seems somewhat more serious, and looked over at her, and there was a sneer clear on his face as he looked at the... attentions the human male was getting. Deep Drow Anything more? Toss the gem I know you have you over here. Jimjar then snorts and smirks, and joins in the conversation. Deep Drow It would hardly pay off all you owe me at the moment you know. There is smugness in the gnomes voice, even as the drow male scowls. There are three male drow, visible from the gate, though it would seem that Sylvia would be just out of sight to and from them at the moment. Magic and Inspiration No magic works. The Inspiration on the other hand? It does!
Thread: A tale of two furs (Sharub & Monstruous_passions)

The warm noon's sun shone over her brown fur as she walked over the lonely and dusty road that echoed with the sound of the wind that ran freely into the seemingle endless valley, carrying scents of far away prairies, forests and towns while mixing with the heavy stumps of her hooves and the quiet rattling of the satchel that ran from her left shoulder and slightly bounced over her left hip at each step she made. A young mare, as many would say, but she was different from the usual concept so often paired with equine females... Yorwa was filled with pride and bravery, following her own choices rather than being told where to go and what to do, like her ancestors that lived in the primal prairies Wild and Untamed, living for adventure or for their own good, if not living of adventures FOR their own good. As the wind unruled her long, black mane, she casually wiped her forehead with her hand, allowing her chestnut eyes to gaze in the distance, trying to spot the end of that endless and dusty road and, hopefully, spot a city before darkness, hoping to sleep into a tavern or an inn instead of another night spent beneath the stars. He hooves clacked and thumped heavily over the dust, dirt and gravel that covered the road, listening to her own cacophony of crinckles and rolling stones against the hard ending of her muscled legs. Legs that would have certainly enthralled any onlooker as, with a relaxed rythm, she walked with heavy stumps, allowing her hips to move with an almost calculated gait, allowing her supple bottom to betray an healthy jiggle at each cadenced step even if covered by a rather thick pair of trousers that covered most of her shapely legs. Her body, anyway, transpired a life made of energy and activity as, even with a tick yet soft layer of fur covering her body, even with a quick glance casted over her frame would only allow to admire perfect shapes, from the muscled neck to the swelling of her chest, where her young and pert breasts declared to the whole world her feminity. A sensual theme that mother nature allowed her to pursue further with the smoothness of her stomach, covered by a lighter shade of fur, as if to invite hands to rub and caress her belly and feel that soft, warm and calm fur to wipe away the worries of the world. ...I hope we'll find a town or a village before the end of the day... said her with a bored puff as a drop of sweat rolled from her forehead before being wiped away with the dark fur of her hand, giving the impression of her as wearing elbow-long blackish gloves For just one night i would rather sleep with a roof over my head and someone to guard around a sigh escaping from her lungs as the heavy steps of her brother resounded at her side.
Thread: A tale of two furs (Sharub & Monstruous_passions)

The mare's twin stallion clopped heavily beside her. Sweat beaded across the brown fur that stretched tightly across his body as he wiped his brow dry with his forearm. The valley had not seen rain in many months. The grassy ocean began to turn pale and straw like as the sun baked the earth underneath. Flocks of field birds dotted the sky as they dipped and swarmed in formation landing in the grass only to rise and scatter once more as a single unit. He shared the same physical attributes as Yorwa. The wind effected his loose black mane just as much as hers, even his movements to sweep the hair from his elongated face almost seemed to mirror hers. They shared a womb together and have not separated since. Despite being only fraternal, they looked and behaved rather similarly to a T. The gravel signaled a village or town's driveway, hinting soon they would be upon some sort of country settlement. Hassan shifted the weight of his ruck sack he carried, full of their shared loot and his belongings. The stallion was a few hands taller then his twin sister, and where she was heavy with muscle in the thighs and buttocks, he was predominantly upper body in comparison although his powerful thighs designed for quick quarter mile sprints were no laughing matter. His arms were thick with muscle with defined boulder shoulders and biceps the size of pumpkins. The Y shape of his triceps exploded anytime he so much as moved them. Were his sister had a generously portioned chest, he did as well in the form of huge pectorals that were designed to push with great force. His abdomen sported a much coveted eight pack that the stallion was rather proud of. He wore a sleeveless leather breastplate that bore signs of extreme use. Although Yorwa's ass was no doubt the most supple in all the land, Hassan's definitely dwarfed males behinds of smaller species of human or anthro alike. It would be nice to kick my hooves up and enjoy a pint. I haven't slept in a bed in weeks. You reckon they have any work in this town or will it be dead like the last one? I really don't want to have to do farm work again just to feed myself sis... He absentmindedly drew a green apple from his pack and popped the entire thing in his mouth, core and all. He chewed it's tart juicy contents to hold his deeper hunger at bay. Up ahead the palisade walled village loomed. Humans. These simple country folk however tended to not mind traveling anthro's in their communities as they passed through. However there was a time when a farmers daughter was caught diddling the stud of a stallion, and the twins were promptly chased off. Hassan swore he thought she was going to show him where the plow equipment was, but who was he to stop a curious maiden from exploring new horizons? He slapped his twin sister on the ass causing it to ripple in response Race you there! Without another word he began to gallop towards the walled town with huge bounds, hooves spilling gravel from their furious assault upon the earth.
Thread: A tale of two furs (Sharub & Monstruous_passions)

The pair made quite the entrance just then as they skidded to the halt just within the gates kicking up dust and rock much to the annoyance of the guards posted there. They voiced their disproval in their human tongue, Hassan pretended not to notice. He flashed a grin to his sister behind him ignoring the fact they tied despite his head start. His gait slowed so she could pace side by side with him. The two entered some type of open air market with vendors selling their wares and crops. Hassan promptly resupplied his dwindling apple stock. This time opting for sweeter red ones. A few pieces of eight bought him a dozen that he stuffed into his bag. A hanging wooden sign displayed the image of a tankard. River-views Watering Hole and INN it read, gaining its namesake from the bubbling brook that flowed through the middle of town connecting to a larger river beyond it. He patted Yorwa's butt to get her attention and pointed at the Inn. C'mon. We can get a look at the bounty board and grab some refreshment there. First round on me aye? He draped his arm around her shoulder and led her inside. It was mid day rush. Men and women taking respite from their professions sought to drink from the tap house. A wooden board on the floor near the entrance had job postings and a few WANTED signs nailed to it. Soldiers of fortune and adventurers alike made their living off places like this, and it was no surprise others like Hassan and Yorwa were hanging out here. Most of the inhabitants appeared human save for a Feline or two in the back. The male anthro was watching the female feline flirt with a barmaid. Looked to be an interesting conversation from here. Hassan led Yorwa to the counter and slammed down a fistful of pieces of eight. He spoke in the Human common tongue to the barkeep. Two pints please. Keep them coming, and a plate of carrots or something like it. His voice had more bass to it then the humans could produce, their language awkward upon his equine tongue, but his fluency was good enough there was no misunderstanding. The barkeep nodded and took his money disappearing only to reappear with two huge frothy glasses and a plate of whole organic local grown produce. The stallion raised his glass to his companions and said .. Cheers Yorwa. To our fame and fortune! His glass clinked with hers and he pressed it to his velvety lips downing the effervescent fermented grain beverage down with great gusto. The anthro horse could drink like a demon, and planned to get his fill tonight after a long hard road. He negotiated their rooms while munching down a carrot, receiving a pair of keys. The rooms were directly across from each other upstairs and so their beds were officially hired. He slid one of the keys into Yorwa's pocket and patted her muscular thigh in a way saying I've got you covered. For the next few minutes they continued to eat their plates of vegetables and pint after pint..