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Thread: A Paladin's Fall (Caius/Elaebryn)

The woman on horseback unflinchingly retains her composure, showing neither fear nor shock in response to their words. With her non-dominant hand on the saddle horn, she twirls the glaive Denouement once in her dominant hand then plants its butt in the ground. It is a traditional gesture of peacefully invoking Shelyn's blessing and laying aside one's arms, that is perhaps also a somewhat intimidating display of physical strength to a perceptive onlooker for she has driven it over a foot into the hard earth, such that it stands alone when she removes her hand from its shaft. The fluttering red ribbons tied at the head of the pole arm, which had added flair and spectacle to its twirling, now stream like a pennant in the breeze while Elaebryn makes a point of visibly moving both of her now-empty hands out before her with palms up-turned. Please be at ease friends, she says with a soft and comforting tone that belies any physical exertion whatever. T'is true my traveling companions wish you gentlemen ill, but they have the sense not to fight you so outnumbered. And for myself, I wish only to pass without bloodshed and be on my way to meet a group of the faithful I heard last came through this way. Her words could not be more convincing if she tried, for she spoke not only with a practiced tongue but also with the conviction of truth in them. If you would be so kind to direct me toward them, she says in the same good-natured tone, then my men and I shan't trouble you. She remains all smiles even as she declines her chin toward the man with the presumably flammable flask. T'is an excellent decanter you have there, she offers. As fragile as good will. Best to be put away somewhere safe, yes? Though she clearly understands the threat, she is also supremely confident she can intervene to heal the slaves, put out the fire, and so on she would not be goaded into breaking the truce she had declared by striking her weapon into the earth.
Thread: A Paladin's Fall (Caius/Elaebryn)

There is a rustle in the brush at her sides as the two bounty hunters draw hand crossbows and fire. One hits the slaver with the flask and kills him while the other hits one of the horse tenders, killing him. The horses rear and bolt and the other tender and one of the slavers go after their only mode of transportation. The other five slavers only have clubs at their belt while the bounty hunters draw their swords and enter into melee with them. Despite some contusions, the bounty hunters convince the slavers that the cargo isn't worth their lives after killing three more of them. After the remaining three slavers run off, the bounty hunters look at Elaebryn, Just walking away from them wasn't the deal. We thought you paladins were supposed to uphold justice. What justice is there in letting these slavers spread like a plague? They open up the wagon and there are people crammed in tight. A crowbar to the chains bolted to the ceiling lets them loose with the keys on the slavers handling the shackles. The bounty hunters tell Elaebryn they'll escort the slaves back to the village where they can arrange travel back to their homes. In the wagon's supplies are casks of food and water to restore Elaebryn's supplies and perhaps take some more if her horse is up to it. Also in there is the journal of the slavers, detailing their human cargo and payments for what they brought in. They mention a single city close to the border of the desert kingdoms several times and it seems to be their drop-off point for hauls. There is a lot of mention that a drow better pay well for the people being brought in since some were considered slaves of high value to her. The journal mentions a party of paladins meeting up with the slavers while they were heading out on a run. The paladins didn't give them any trouble, especially after seeing they had nothing in the wagon at the time and went in the direction of the city while the slavers moved on with their route.
Thread: A Paladin's Fall (Caius/Elaebryn)

The champion paladin is off her horse and upon the slavers within seconds of the first shot fired. As quarrels are loosed she rushes past the standing combatants and toward the fallen slavers. Without a thought to either side of the fight, she kneels before the closest fallen man and touches gauntleted hands to his chest. Though she is incapable of restoring life to the dead, so great is her conviction that her mere touch is enough to capture even the weakest ember of life still in the body and fully heal all wounds. Elaebryn completely ignores the melee going on around her as she goes from one fallen man to the next, ignoring any blows she may suffer from either side. With quiet resolve she attempts to save and heal the men in the order they fall, and if she even hears the contemptuous words of the bounty hunters then she does not show it until after she has made this same attempt for each man they cut down. Only once she has exhausted these efforts does the paladin acknowledge the bounty hunters. Regardless of how many she was able to save, her words are the same an excerpt from the tenets of her order. I never strike first, unless it is the only way to protect the innocent. Quiet fury rages behind her eyes, but she neither raises her voice nor allows that enmity to despoil her words. I accept surrender if my opponent can be redeemed, and I never assume that they cannot be. She pauses just long enough for it to appear she may be done speaking, then continues. There is no justice served by cutting down the weak, who could not have slain me were I alone. I could have simply bought the slaves from them, bought the location of their contacts and headquarters, and perhaps in time shown them a better way than this. And what was the sense in attacking them only to let them flee! Lest she launch into a sermon that will likely fall on deaf ears, she stops herself here having said the gist of what she needed to convey that bloodshed was unnecessary, and that she is disappointed with the bounty hunters. After the enslaved are freed and the caravan looted, Elaebryn sternly suggests the mercenaries avoid her in the future before sending them on their way. She sets out alone, following the trail as best she may of the bounty hunters who fled. Though she remains externally tranquil throughout this entire ordeal, the paladin holds onto that quiet rage for nearly an hour after setting off on her own. Dwelling on these thoughts perhaps makes her somewhat less wary than she would otherwise be as she pushed her supply-laden horse onward into the waning light as sunset approaches.
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Elaebryn's distraction proves a mistake when she is ambushed by several slavers, including some of those who fled. They identify her as the one who attacked her and they fell on her with swords and maces, intending to bring her down in revenge for the loss of their men. They surround her, and the men who ran nod to their comrades, though they do tell them she did attempt to heal the men the hunters cut down. While there seems to be an acknowledgement that she did try to be kind to them and the bounty hunters are gone. Still, they need to make up for their loss of cargo. If she goes willingly, they'll take her glaive and secure her on her horse as a prisoner. They lead her to their home base, the village marked in the journal of the earlier caravan. There, they strip her of her armor and lock her in a cell in the basement of a fortified stone building on the outskirts. The room is dimly lit with torches and Elaebryn can see tables and benches set around the room and chains everywhere. After several hours of solitude, a dark-skinned elf comes into the room and up to Elaebryn's cell. So, this is the paladin who has come to disrupt my operations? Of course, given that you surrendered so easily, you must not be much of a paladin.
Thread: A Paladin's Fall (Caius/Elaebryn)

Set upon suddenly and surrounded, the paladin nonetheless endures strikes against her person with patience and composure. Allowed the opportunity to go with them without bloodshed to where she wished to be anyway, Elaebryn hesitates for only a moment before agreeing to go with them and surrendering her arms. But not without first offering a warning You will return that blade, Denouement , to me no later than sunset tomorrow. She does not mention the other weapons, which she also allows them to take. Whether they acknowledge or accept her terms of surrendering it seems not to concern her, nor after testing the ropes that hold her to her horse does she seem terribly concerned with being so bound. Elaebryn offers no resistance whatever to being led by the slavers, and makes no trouble along the ride to what she can only assume is their headquarters. The only odd thing she does along the entire trip is to heal herself in exactly the same way as she attempted to restore health to those who fell in the previous battle and even then only if she has suffered significant wounds beyond what her armour could absorb during the ambush. Upon arriving the slavers find her oddly compliant, and they need not roughly strip her of her armour for upon catching their intention she instructs them in the location and workings of its various buckles, fastens, and straps. As though she were being attended by squires, she poses and postures in the most accommodating manner to facilitate their swift and proper removal of its burden from her shoulders and torso. Again she names the religious artifact she willingly surrenders, and offers the same warning You will return that cuirass, Proem , to me no later than sunset tomorrow. She does not mention the other bits of armour that form the suit chausses, gauntlets, greaves, and so on and allows them to be taken from her as well. Again she does not seem concerned by whether they acknowledge or accept her terms. Once left to her own devices, the paladin situates herself as far from the door as she can and sits to compose herself in meditative prayer while she waits. Whomever may be spying on her during the wait might notice the occasional twitch or minor shift in posture, but these are few and farm between. She holds the same pose for the duration, and notably just prior to the dark elf's arrival her eyes spring open and she takes and releases a deep breath as though to steel her composure. I likely have no interest in your operations whatever, says the paladin from her position at the back of the cell. But since I am here, I will gladly tend to any illness or injury your men may suffer before I continue on my way.
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Don't give me that sort of speech, paladin. I know why you're here. You're after your friends, aren't you? Well, they did come here and I could tell you where they went, but not without something in return. You're such a pretty thing and I've been rather bored. I'd like to have some fun with you. Since Elaebryn is being so cooperative, the drow lets her out of the cell and brings her to the center of the room, putting her in shackles hung from the ceiling. She removes Elaebryn's shirt from her body with a curved dagger and exposes her back. Taking a whip, she cracks it over the paladin's head. First, you are going to ask me for a proper disciplining for being so evasive with me. Whether she does so or not, the drow proceeds to lash Elaebryn's back with the whip, leaving gashes in her skin as the whip tears it on each impact. She grins at the paladin and simply asks her after fives strokes, How does that feel, paladin?
Thread: A Paladin's Fall (Caius/Elaebryn)

The paladin nods in response to the drow's question yes, she was here seeking after her friends. Though quite content to be free of her cell, she made no effort to escape while being led toward the center of the room. She frowns but does not struggle as she is placed into shackles either she is supremely confident of her ability to escape, or she is completely naive as to what fates befall those who find themselves bound in the care of the drow. Perhaps both? Either way it is clear she does not immediately understand the drow-woman's game. She watches with more curiosity than concern as her garments are rent, hers a face of confusion when she speaks. I beg you forgive me, she says contritely, that I have misspoken. Ask me plainly and I shall answer true. And then she cries out in mixture of pain and shock as the whip bites into her naked flesh, her body arching and twisting reflexively away from the lash with each subsequent stroke. She answers abruptly, quickly, like a soldier responding at drill It burns! Clenched teeth prevent further outcry against the lingering pain, and though her eyes are squeezed tightly shut to prevent tears her wounds openly weep her lifeblood down her back running red over white.
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Oh, it hurts does it? We need to work on that. She picks up Elaebryn's face and kisses her on the lips as she keeps talking to her. In time, you will find this to be quite plasurable. She kisses her in between phrases before stepping away from her and removing her leather corset. The drow bares her breasts to Elaebryn. They are perky and ample, forming perfect and soft hemispheres on her torso. The nipples are proportionately sized and invite those who gaze at them to kiss and suckle on them, their darkened skin a shade darker than the rest of her flesh. Do you like them, paladin? Are they beautiful for you to gaze at. Perhaps you would like to experience them with your hands and mouth? Just say it and tell me what you are prepared to endure to have that chance. Your friends certainly liked them. The leader was more than willing to endure twenty lashes to touch and nurse from them. She moaned like a strumpet with each lash over ten. Do you think you can perform better than her? A champion like yourself should be able to last a while. She toyed with the whip before getting back into position to lash Elaebryn's back. Whether Elaebryn took her up on her offer or not, she would flog the paladin until she either yelped in pain, gave in to pleasure or just went unconscious. She wanted to see just how far her lovely little victim was able to go.
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Perhaps to the surprise of the drow-woman, the champion paladin freely accepts her kiss and actively encourages each subsequent. Likewise, her gaze follows as the dark elf retreats to put on a show to which she responds with a deep, slow breath and eyes falling half-lidded to savour the moment. Your body is a wonder, she replies in a voice barely above a whisper when asked her opinion of the drow-woman's breasts, and I would sing its glory. But Here she opens her eyes wide again, and slowly exhales the breath she had caught. But, she says again in the same bedroom-whisper as before, there is a darkness within you that cries out to know not just erotic love. Cut me down from here, and I will show you perfect beauty as pales before these violent delights. She seems to completely ignore the rest of the dark elf's speech, and when the whipping resumes she once again cries out in pain at the first lash then falls silent with clenched teeth. Her body bucks and spasms, writhing on the end of her shackles like a ribbon in the wind. And through dozens or perhaps even hundreds of lashes, she remains silent yet responsive as blood is drawn and splattered all about her. Eventually her posture visibly changes, her head lolling backward as she widens her stance and breathes deep as she did before when she was visibly drinking in the physical beauty of the drow-woman. Shuddering exhalation, exactly as before, would seem to indicate that she has actually come to enjoy the pain or perhaps merely has found comfort in her ability to endure it? Impossible to say from without. Regardless, she neither loses consciousness nor utters another cry. Just very controlled, deep breathing with her head thrown back. She has even stopped fighting against the restraints and jerking with subsequent strikes. Has the poor girl gone into shock?
Thread: A Paladin's Fall (Caius/Elaebryn)

The drow smirks at her ability to bear so much pain. Whether she's learned to enjoy pain or got off on how much she endured was irrelevant. She roused Elaebryn out of what reverie she was in with smelling salts before looking her in the eyes again, Don't try to tell me your body is nicer than mine, paladin. Now, if you're going to try to persuade me to turn from the darkness, you're going to need to do more than just give me words. You're going to need show me acts. She moved the paladin's head to her breasts and lets her nestle there so she can feel them rise and fall under her skin. And you were off to a good start at first. You did say you liked my breasts, paladin. Show me how much you like them and I might be persuaded to give you something for your back. If I'm persuaded that you do intend to truly try to convert me and help my blackened soul, I may just let you have some fun with me. After all, if you're going to convince me, you need to bring me to your level, paladin. She produced a healing salve from her hip pocket and let Elaebryn see it so she could see the drow was serious. She looked at her with a smile to see if she was truly willing to bring the drow to her understanding with something more than a lecture. If she was going to get information from this drow, she would need to play her game for some time.
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The paladin merely flutters her eyelids as the drowess approaches with smelling salts and again takes a deep, long breath as they are offered. She has a pleasing smile even as she visibly shudders, as though the experience of inhaling the smelling salts is unpleasant, but this does not remove the glaze from her eyes or the contented sigh from her following exhalation. I will remain with you until sunset tomorrow, she says with the barest hint of a dreamy lilt to her voice. Had she become euphoric high from this experience? Her eyes flutter again, then gain focus as her attention narrows onto the dark elf just as breasts fill her vision. Without hint of hesitation or shame, and with eyes wide open and clear, Elaebryn presses her lips against the offered flesh and seals them against it as her cheeks hollow and her tongue washes across the captured, gently suckled area and then just as quickly as it was captured, it is released, and her lips migrate elsewhere to repeat the process. As though hungry for the taste of it, the bound paladin kisses, licks, and savours each unique patch of flesh she may reach from where she is except, she pointedly avoids ever directly stimulating a nipple. She will tease around them she will kiss and lick the areolae and allow perhaps the briefest, transitive touch as she passes over to a different patch of skin. Even now, she says after several such kisses, and in the same dreamy lilt, I could strike you down where you stand. Still her hungry mouth seeks delicious elf flesh with her lips and tongue. Let me down, she says breathlessly, and let me show you a better way. Regardless of the dark elf's response, she continues to please and tease her chest.
Thread: A Paladin's Fall (Caius/Elaebryn)

The drow smiles at Elaebryn teasing her breasts with her lips. It will take you much longer than sunset tomorrow to convert me, paladin. And perhaps I can persuade you to wish to remain with me even longer. As far as striking me down chained as you are, I would love to see you try. But, you are showing some sign of being a good girl, so I will give you the salve. I will let you out of the chains if you promise to be a good girl to me. She rubs the salve on the paladin's back and the wounds close for her, the pain subsides. She also takes the time to rip off more of Elaebryn's shirt to expose her body further. She looks at the paladin's breasts and ponders whether the rest of her body will be as pleasing. The drow waits to see if the paladin decides to move to her nipples. They are peaked and hard, ready to release milk to the mouth that suckles them. She had always been able to lactate freely and her master made her body even more pleasing. They never dried up and the milk was more that just nourishment for infants. Her adult slaves often found themselves drawn to the temptation of the sweet and creamy milk she bore to them for being especially obedient And just what would this better way be? Loving all things for what they are without the joys of flesh. Your friends tried that and she had to concede she couldn't teach it to me.
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The captive woman smiles at the monologue given her, but does not immediately reply. She arches her back and breathes deep once more as her shirt is ripped off entirely, revealing an entirely average bosom and a torso that otherwise perfectly falls between the sometimes-conflicting views of beautiful and muscular. She is fit, lean, and 'ripped,' as they say, but she bears neither unsightly bulges nor excessive muscle growth. If she does possess great strength beyond those of most women, then it must come from something beyond her physical body for though she is in excellent shape, she looks in no way to compare to the burly men who brought her here. Her stomach is flat, but for the divots of a washboard her hips are wide, but sculpted her shoulders and arms are as wide as an average man's, but still soft unless she flexes which she notably does not. Only after the drow falls still in waiting does the paladin move. As you wish, she says, and lifts one leg to drive a knee into the drow's midsection with enough force to lift her off her feet and, more importantly, with the power of conviction behind it such that holy damage is inflicted upon the evil woman. It is her conscious will that not enough damage be inflicted to actually kill the drowess, should she be capable of delivering it in a single blow, but merely to demonstrate the extent of her power. If the drow-woman still stands and seems healthy. She only makes the one strike, feeling it serves to demonstrate her point. I promise to be good for you, she says after she has assaulted the drow. You have my word and my name as Elaebryn, the champion of Shelyn. I shan't harm you unless you force my hand, and shall stay with you and be good for you until sunset tomorrow. I am here entirely because I wish to save your soul, to bring you beauty and joy. Why not take the first step and cut me down, that we may explore beauty together?
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The drow is angered by her attack. That was a bit uncalled for for a paladin that claims to be all about beauty and joy and not fighting if they can find an excuse not to. But I did say I would like to see you try and you showed me. I'll forgive you this one, but do it again, and you likely won't get any information on your friends. I doubt you want to return to your order in failure. She released Elaebryn and brought her up from the basement and into a bedroom. Incense burned to provide an arousing scent to the candle-lit room dressed in scarlet. The drow brought Elaebryn to the bed and brought her down on top of her to worship her breasts again. Now, show me your beauty, paladin.