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Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

The difference between a wild beast and an obedient werewolf was academic at best, teaching Sera that she really needed to be careful with what she wished for as she cried out in pain as the inhuman member took her from behind, her stomach bulging outward slightly as its full length entered her. There was little she could do to resist, with her arms bound and its girth in her backside making her feel faint and rendering her flailing kicks even more feeble, it was all she could do to try to ignore how perversely right this felt to her on some primal level, the scent of wet dog filling her nose as thoroughly as her ass.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Arawn was amused. You're enjoying this, aren't you, you slut? There's more where that came from. The werewolf laid on his back, forcing Serra down as well. The thrusts were harder. Her pussy exposed.The Overlord pressed the handle end of his weapon against it.A dark energy surged around it, slowly draining her will, little by little. Your old life is but a fading memory.This is who you are now, slut. You belong to me. I will do whatever I wish to you. The end of his weapon continued to nudge harder against her, causing both pain and pleasure. The werewolf would not cease, in fact his thrusts became faster. For I am Arawn, and I have claimed you, as I claim all.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Sera's eyes rolled back as Arawn's weapon forced its way into her, teasing her even as the werewolf became more forceful, and she cried out. She didn't know if it was ecstasy, pain, or despair, perhaps it was all of them. But for the moment, all she knew was that she could feel the werewolf swelling up inside of her and wished that there was another to take care of the wetness he was causing between her legs. Even if left with just the one and its master's weapon, however, she knew she wouldn't last much longer, and her cries quickly turned to moans.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

I believe you're ripe for the taking. Arawn took Sera with hunger, glaring into her eyes a moved his cloak aside, revealing his huge cock. He penetrated her as the werewolf continued fucking her. He was relentless, Serra's very strength seemed to leave her. You're going to die here. You might as well enjoy yourself. He grinned. I know I am.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Her eyes went wide again as she saw Arawn's monstrous member, but with what little strength she had left she begged, Please, anything but that! Give me to a dog! A pig! A zombie, I'll do anything, just not that ! She was pleading, desperate to do anything she had to, no matter what it took, just so that the monster that did this to her couldn't have her virginity. She knew she wouldn't last long, as much as the werewolf was hurting it was still pleasurable, if Arawn took her now she wouldn't be able to resist, and anything was better than him.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

He grabbed her by the throat, pounding harder. You think you can choose what I do to you? Do you believe this is for you? The werewolf let out a primal groan as it filled her with its cum. Sera began to climax but Arawn would not stop. You're nothing but my toy. This is my time, you whore. His grip tightened. Sera choked as she continued her orgasm. MINE. His final thrust went deep, his semen was warm and yet vile in her body. She began to lose focus... --era. Hey, Sera! Hello?! Serra's eyes flickered back to the present, once again amidst fire. A beautiful drow woman sporting skin tight black leather armor and a pair of ninja to grabbed Serra by the shoulder. This was Miz'ri. Snap out of it, Heavy Metal Bitch! Sera was trying to remember how she had gotten here. Miz'ri rolled her eyes and pointed. Dragon! Sure enough, a winged, fire breathing beast flew overhead a small settlement. Villagers that weren't baked fled in fear. Guards futilely fired arrows at the creature. Your other companion, a massive hill giant in a loin cloth known as Raam, waited for his oppurtunity to strike with a ridiculously large greatsword. The villagers were in a panic. It's the end for us all! Why didn't I just sleep in?! My other leg is on fire! Does my insurance cover this?! This is highly inconvenient! The dragon continued to fly, breathing fire on one of the buildings.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Shaking her head, Sera snaps back into the present and thrums the Axe, a devilish grin breaking out at the sight of the dragon swooping overhead. As she starts to play she hits a power chord, shouting out, Oi, get your scaly ass over here you damned lizard! Years and hardships had passed, and Sera had endured miles and miles inches at a time. The young chieftain's daughter was gone and in her pace was a lithe, voluptuous brawler who could go toe to toe with the world's greatest swordsmen. Her black hair flowed gracefully, though she'd kept it cut fairly short so as to not get in her way these days, and her nice clothing was replaced with very revealing black leather on her wrists, torso, and legs, though her waist is guarded by little more than a loincloth held in place by a loose belt. Even her eyes had changed, though still violet, a hint of her ancestry, they burned with a darker fire than before...the only part of the little girl that once was was her golden halo, still glowing softly over her head, proclaiming innocence and purity that was far from reality. See more Starting an infuriating mockery performance see Dragon needs a Will DC 17 to resist
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Dragon Will Result 11 Electricity crackles around Sera's Axe as she strikes the cord, letting out a high pitch that causes the dragon to break mid-flight. It roars, veering towards the source of the noise in a fury. From around the corner, a fancifully dressed man takes notice to the strange, unique sound. He looks in the direction of the noise, seeing Serra and her Axe. ...what was that...? He watches, curious. The town guard fire arrows uselessly at the creature, unsure of what else to do. Were it not in a drooling rage, it would probably laugh. Raam the Giant waits for his oppurtunity, greatsword at the ready... THOOM! The dragon lands before Serra and prepares to attack, but before it does, Raam springs forward with crushing steps, weapon low before he swings in a wide arc, cutting the dragon's leg. It howls in a painful rage. Raam's attack resulted in a 24! Damage dealt 19! The dragon attempts to bite Sera in half, Sera sidesteps, one of it's teeth rake across her arm, leaving a deep cut. Attack result 22! Sera takes 14 damage! Miz'ri takes a step back , taking out a smoke pellet and tossing it to the ground POOF! From the smoke, four copies of her emerge, surrounding the dragon. Well, you got it's attention! one of the Miz'ri's say.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Sera just laughs at the cut, the pain making her adrenaline spike, You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that to beat me, worm! It does make her stop her performance briefly though, thrumming the strings one last time before spinning around and bringing the Axe down in a powerful overhead slash that would easily sever the head of a lesser creature. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to kill the dragon, but one couldn't hold back against creatures like this if they wanted to retain all their limbs. Raam, Miz, don't let it take off again, I wanna enjoy this! See more Stopping performance because I want to swap but don't want to spend the standard while I can punch it Power Attack 35 to hit 30 damage
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

The blade of Serras Axe sinks deeply into the dragons leg. It howls in a fury. The guards train their bows on the thrashing dragon, but do not fire All but one who inadvertently releases an arrow, watching in horror as it sails straight for Ramm, sinking into his left butt cheek. The giant scowls, causing the young guard to flinch. Raam takes his annoyance out on the dragon, bringing his sword down hard Attack 15, miss. The blade eats dirt as the dragons tail moves just to the right. The stranger continues to watch. Specifically he watches Serra, who fights the dragon face to face. Who is she? He then notices the weapon. His curiosity is further aroused. What is that? Mizris copies move on all sides of the dragon, appearing as though they are attacking. The dragon makes attacks in all directions, striking each of the copies as they all turned to smoke. Its left wing swipes for Serra Attack 12 ...Serra ducks low, seeing the attack coming from a mile away. In the conclusion of the dragons attack, the real Mizri appears, sliding under the dragon and slicing with her Ninja To! Attack 21, Damage 22. Serra, could you do the honors?, Mizri smiles as she kips up. The dragon glares at Mizri, its jaws open with broiling flame preparing its breath weapon.. Preferably quickly?
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Damn lizard, I told you you're going to have to try harder than that! Admittedly, Sera wanted to take it alive, a great beast like this could be a lot of fun, but Miz'ri took priority and the ninja would owe her one, so this time when she swung the Axe, she went for the spot on the dragon's neck that looked most exposed, hoping to decapitate the wyrm before it could unleash its fiery breath on her ally. See more 1D2019 34 1D1215 1D6 22
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

The axe slices cleanly through most of the beast's neck. CHUNK! It reeled backwards, the head snapping off and rolling towards the crowd. It's blood sprayed all over Miz'ri, who looked down at the twitching corpse. ...wow. She looked at Sera. I am so fucking you tonight. The stranger who had been observing this whole time runs toward the group. That was spectacular! The man, who's attire and hygiene clearly depicted him as a wealthy man, moved to shake Serra's hand. Such bravery and glory! Why you've inspired a saga devoted to what happened here! Does this often happen to you? I must follow you in your travels!
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Nothing like a life or death battle to get the blood pumping, and Miz'ri's comment was enough for the aroused skald to feel a familiar burning, Tonight, fuck that, we shouldn't let this thing go to waste, she thinks hungrily, her eyes turning toward the beheaded dragon's other head. Rigor mortis should be setting in, and she wanted to ride it out...or to make Miz put on a show for her and the town. But this wasn't the time, she needed to keep her head clear, so she just smiles and pulls the ninja into a passionate kiss before turning her attention to the newcomer. I wouldn't say often , the dragons usually know better at this point, she says cockily, eying up the wealthy looking bard. If you can pull your own weight and swing a sword when you need to, I'm not opposed to you tagging along...but if you want a share of the loot you'll need to prove yourself first. A story sounds nice, but that just buys you company, not spoils. Turning to her companions, she winks knowingly at Miz'ri, What'd you think? Can keep up with us?
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Miz'ri smirks, using a bit of prestidigitation to clean herself of the dragon's blood. Hmm... I dunno. She examines the newcomer up an down. He seems a little comely. Raam snorts, pulling the arrow from his ass. Smells like perfume. His scent could give us away. The drow glanced at the giant. His scent? The man looked at Serra, a little uncomfortable with Miz'ri's probing. I can hold my own with a blade. And I'm a learned caster in the bardic school. The mayor of the town had walked over with a couple of guards. Travelers! We can't thank you enough for-- Miz'ri gave a quick, direct response. 100 gold each. And your best inn for the night. The mayor looked surprised. I beg your pardon? She pointed at the dragon's carcass. We could have let this thing burn your town. 100 gold each, and your best inn. Well I-- Miz'ri didn't break eye contact. The mayor looked confused Er... Of course. We will accommodate you. She gestured towards Raam. He might need one of your barns. She turned back to Serra. Anyway, yeah I guess he can come. What's your name, anyway? The bard clears his throat. I'm Dave. Miz'ri raised an eyebrow, shrugging at Serra.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Welcome aboard then, Dave, she says with a mischievous grin as she hefts the Axe back up and stores it on her back. A hundred gold seemed a bit low for felling a dragon, but Miz usually knew what she was doing so there wasn't much of a point in questioning her on it. Besides, she was ready to party, and putting everything on the house would be easy tonight. I'll be looking forward to seeing what sort of tale you can come up with.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Dave smiled. I would most certainly look forward to that. The evening sets in. In the tavern, there's lots of drinking, a dash of fighting, and even a chance at music. Dave is actually a very good singer, making it hard to resist not playing along. Credit to Blind a Guardian Once the song finishes, Serra notices Miz at the doorway of the tavern. She gives a mischievous grin and a wink as she steps outside, subtly beckoning Serra to follow.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Grinning, Sera spots Miz out of the corner of her eye and takes the hint. As Miz'ri disappears, Sera's quick to make herself scarce, but not before getting Dave's attention and whispering, just loud enough to be overheard, You should watch, I won't tell, with a mischievous grin of her own. That was his only invite, she wasn't going to wait around any longer, and she quickly made her way outside to follow her lover to wherever she had in mind.
Thread: A Heavy Metal Story (solo game)

Serra looked around outside. She noticed a shadow of a figure move into the barn. Pursuing her like a hunter, she darted towards the building, pushing the door open with a creak. The room was dark and moonlit. And silent. Then a mage light flickered. Miz stood there, waiting for Serra. I'm yours...Mistress.
Thread: Have you become a lurker?

I've noticed that lately on many rp sites that I've become a lurker. Not only me but I see others do it as well. Due to the lack rp's people get these days.
Thread: Have you become a lurker?

I lurk all day every day no matter how busy I am. It's fun even if a bit creepy. I'm overly curious so I'll go through active roleplays to see what's going on. Makes me feel like that dad who walks in on their kid doing something they should. It's hilarious when I stumble upon a post that makes me go WHAT!?, which has happened a lot with a lot of extreme plot points and such. XD I'm also a huge facebook lurker to. wrings hands together
Thread: Have you become a lurker?

I come on from time to time to check replies. I usually read them and give some consideration to my replies before I answer. Otherwise I usually lurk around the General Discussion thread to see what everyone's talking about
Thread: Worlds Apart (Madam Mim&Rave)

The woman stood on top of the hill, scowling at the sky. It was dark and ominous wall of clouds encroaching on the clear blue, and snows seemed to have crept farther down the mountain that loomed over them all. The hill was normally grassy, but now the brown grass crunched underfoot, not having grown for at least two warm seasons. Of course they had seen cold seasons before, but not like this. The cold seemed to last longer and longer each cycle, and this past warm season hadn't been very warm at all, but chilly with a few hot days here and there. Now much of the grass and vegetation was dying and they had been unable to keep the livestock they once had, and food seemed to be becoming more and more scarce. With a final glare at the sky in the distance, she sniffed and started back down the hill. The snows and ice would be upon them soon, and they all had to do their part or they would starve in the long freeze ahead. She had been tracking a mammoth for two days and continued after it long after her brethren had given up and turned back in search of easier game. Packed in snow, this mammoth could easily feed her village at least half the winter if not longer. For now she used her spear as a walking stick, keeping her tattooed face turned toward the ground as she followed tracks. This lone figure walked with her hood down, dressed in skins and furs with pelts tied around her feet with sinew, unaware of what was coming.
Thread: Worlds Apart (Madam Mim&Rave)

It came from the sky, at first. Crashing down in a heap of metal and flames, the machine struggled and churned in and of itself as malfunctions errupted everywhere. Within the box quickly falling from the heavens, David attempted to repair the immense damage to no avail. Panic was setting in. Sweat was covering his body from head to toe, as things got out of control. He could barely stabalize the machine before he died the moment it hit the ground, causing it to at least halt suddenly before slamming into grounds unfamiliar and ejecting him at the last moment before an explosion took the entire thing away. All that was left of it now, was scrap metal and heaps. David was flung out into a clearing, mud and dirt the only things cushioning his fall. He barely had a chance to look up-- this was the era he had attempted to travel back to, after all. What he didn't plan on, was his time machine blowing up in the process. Panic set in again, as he took in his surroundings with dulled vision and a frantic mindset. He was going to die. he had no help. Everything was fucked. The panic and shortness of breath finally got to him, and it was followed up quickly by unconsciousness. He didn't know what was to come either, but as he faded away, he assumed it was the end for him. You could see the fire for miles-- and when something like that happens, the wild life was quickly following. If they didn't get him, the elements would. Accepting death was peaceful, when you're passing out in the process.
Thread: Worlds Apart (Madam Mim&Rave)

The woman jumped, startled by the flash in the sky. She'd seen lightning before, of course, but when she was focused on following tracks any sort of outside distraction was startling. What was unusual about this particular flash of lightning, however, was that it had managed to make it to the ground and spark a fire a few miles off. The mammoth had been heading that direction anyway. Perhaps she could find a spare branch that had caught fire there instead of using her own precious fuel to light her way when the sun went down, which would be soon. With an air of renewed determination she set off toward the fire and silently hoped that it wouldn't spread to the dead vegetation around it. When she finally reached the fire she found no spare torch, but hunks of strange material she'd only seen stuck in seams in the rocks. Stepping carefully around it, she found one of the hunks had brained her mammoth and it lay taking shallow, futile gasps of air. With a look of pity she used a tusk to pull herself up onto the beast then plunged her spear into its neck, murmuring something reverently while looking up to the mountain in the middle distance. Fortunately it had circled and wound up only half a day's walk from her village the others could quickly come out and drag it back. She was sliding carefully back to the ground when she heard a noise that sounded almost like a groan. At first she was wary of spirits, that perhaps she hadn't given thanks properly for the creature's life...but then she discovered on the other side of the fire was an unconscious man. He was too pale, possibly sick or injured if he'd been hit by the lightning, but from the looks of him sprawled out on the ground he was also a giant taller than the tallest man in her village. The woman blew her hair out of her eyes and looked around. Well...if she didn't get him out of here it was possible he might catch fire or a predator, drawn by the dead mammoth, would think him a tasty snack. Kneeling down she carefully pulled him across her shoulders, then stood and began the hike back to her village. Hopefully other predators would be scared away by the fire and her people would return to minimal damage to the mammoth.
Thread: Worlds Apart (Madam Mim&Rave)

He felt some things, but not others. A rustle. A shoulder blade digging into his groin, but he didn't know that's what it was. The simple pains reached him while he was out cold, but it wasn't enough to wake him. He simply dreamt-- of the time from which he came, he glorious future in comparison to where he was now. Time Travel was vacation. Machines were guaranteed not to break-- but he drew the short straw, and there he was, stuck in a land he'd intended to visit and watch from afar before going back home to his family and friends. Yet when he awoke, it was rough. His chest rose up and he half-sat up instantly, looking around him. He wasn't where he crash landed. The surroundings were familiar. Was he...where was he? A small light in the distance signaled that there was a fire. His time machine? Or a camp fire? He was laying on what seemed to be primitive material-- some straw, some grass, a bit of threading made a make-shift bed. He didn't panic this time, but he instantly groaned out and grabbed onto his rib. He was a little injured, a cut from a wayward flying piece of metal. It would alert anyone around him that he was awake-- but he didn't think of that at the time. He simply held the leaf placed on the wound. A make-shift bandage, and wondered how in the hell he wasn't out there dying this very moment.
Thread: Worlds Apart (Madam Mim&Rave)

Yoma! Yoma enteko! Ish! The child was hitched up almost painfully to quiet him, but after a noise of complaint he simply re-latched to his mother's breast, watching the stranger out of the corner of his eye. The woman knelt and looked at him curiously now that he was awake. Minyen etu? she asked. When he didn't answer she poked his shoulder. Minyen etu? she repeated a little louder and a little more slowly, as though he hadn't heard her or were particularly stupid. Oua pretak? Shenom? She put a hand to her chest, over the childrens' heads. Eedahn. Ee...dahn . Eto shekar? She put the same hand to his chest, indicating that he should answer. Eedahn, she explained again, slowly, eto? Eedahn didn't look to be more than nineteen, but the two children latched to her breasts must have been around three and five, respectively. Despite the chill she had taken her top off and the suckling boys didn't seem to be considered out of place. It was usual for children to be nursed as old as eight or ten as a precaution against food scarcity. Eedahn had been away for two days and the boys--who looked too dissimilar to be true brothers--had missed their mother. She poked the stranger again, trying to get him to tell her his name or where he was from, anything that might give some clue as to which direction they should point him. She'd asked around and even the elders didn't know of where a pale giant like him might come from, apart from the top of the mountain. Ahn shekar Eedahn. Eto shekar? she repeated a third time. Hac men pretak. Oua pretak etu? She patted the ground before pointing to the yurt-like huts around them. Nobody had wanted the stranger in their hut, so a grass mat had been dragged outside for him to lay on until they could figure out what to do with him.