The Founding of Marika

[Thorn_]

@Arachna Komi reaches the farms on the outskirts of the village about an hour after the others – not that she's aware of that fact. Soon after that she is greeted by the guards at the village entrance, her name and reason for visiting are recorded, and she is directed to visit the lord's mansion. The guards, visibly bored, check her out though they try to be discreet about it. Then she is left alone, to do as she pleases, no one following her to make sure she actually goes to the mansion.

It had been a rather tiresome journey, but she felt it would be one worth it. Offering a smile to the guards standing idle as she passed by, she wondered what she should do. While she would likely have to pay respects to the local lord, it would be inappropriate to arrive without some kind of gift. Having just arrived in town, she wasn't really looking forward to exploring the wilderness around the area again, just yet. Instead, perhaps what would be best would be solving sleeping arrangements. Ideally, she would need a space that ran the risk of not being close to people in case of the worst case scenario. It was still being a developed city, so there wasn't likely much to abandoned buildings....however....she felt perhaps she could make use of a site where new residence houses were being built, if she got lucky.

Perhaps it wasn’t…proper. But…she felt in her robe for her spell tags. If people believed one of the newly built houses was under some curse it would keep them away and keep things privately. For the safety of everyone involved.

The plan to make a few tags for some occasional mild illusions at night and just give a slightly chilling atmosphere would do the trick. She did briefly wonder if this was really what the masters would call using her powers wisely….but ultimately it was for more good than harm, and she was only using a place nobody else would have anyway. It wouldn’t even be a forever type thing until somewhere more suitable came along.

She made her internal justifications as she made her way to carry out the plan.

 

[Regin34]

“It's a pleasure to meet you, miss Avellia.” Patrick nods before turning to the next woman.


(No one was killed, just wounded.)

“A pleasure to meet you as well, miss Mylea.” Patrick nods to her as well, then turns his gaze to Galza.

“I'm Galza, friend of Mylea. Nice to meet you, mister.” The orc quickly introduces herself.

With the introductions finished Patrick looks at the three women and lets out a sigh.

“Now then, abut the wolf... Well, let's start with the fact that it's not an wolf at all – or at least it's like no other wolf I have heard of. We call it that only because we haven't come up with a batter term for it.” Patrick begins. “It has coal black fur, gray horns that are slightly curved backwards, glowing blue eyes, sharp claws and even sharper teeth.”

“Very sharp indeed.” Says one of the guards Mylea healed and shows them his shield. It is small and round, made of steel, with several deep gashes in it... and with one part of it bitten off.

“It also has a frost breath it uses against groups of enemies.” Patrick continues. “But the main issue is that it just won't die, no matter how badly we wound it. It just retreats, recovers, and comes back for more. A few times we managed to pierce its heart – or at least the area where the heart of a regular wolf would be. That stopped it... for a couple of seconds, then it got up and fled. It bleeds like a regular wolf, even if its blood is much darker in color, but the bleeding seems to stop quickly, so we can't use the blood to follow it, and it leaves barely any tracks. At first we weren't even sure if it is a single beast or several, but as we kept wounding it, the beast gradually acquired several scars, so now we know for sure it is the same beast every time. That's about all we have managed to learn about it so far.”

Patrick gives them a few moments to process everything they just heard before he continues. “I want the beast gone, by any means necessary. I will pay you 100 Gil to get rid of it, plus more if you can figure out where it came from – because it is definitely not a local creature, that much is certain. I don't care how you do it, just get rid of it before it kills someone. It already came pretty close a few times, it's only a matter of time before it succeeds. So please!” He gives the girls a pleading look, clearly desperate for a solution to this issue.

"Horns? This certainly isn't a wolf out of your standard bestiary. Indeed, I shall aid you in any way I can." Mylea nods, face deadly serious. "Could you have one of your men guide us to the site of the most recent attack?"

Avellia nod to Mylea and her orc company.
"Nice to meet you too." She said and listened to tale of the Patrick, about how they couldn't just kill beast ewen with stabbing in the heart.
"Hmm that's a interesting. There are a lot of creatures and races about harder to kill by conventional methods. Like trolls, which regenerates traits could be stopped by fire or acid. I heard also about snake types monsters where was necessary to use weapons made of cold iron. Vampires and simple undead could be killed by silver and divinity magic. " She said looking at guard shield.
" Did you try any of these methods? Also, there is possible that beast is effect of some kind of curse, which made it impossible to kill, until it gets lifted. "

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

“Very well, follow me.” Garlan nods and gets up. He leads Lydia out of the room and through the barracks, until the pair reaches the training area outside. The captain then leads her to a section that has some archery targets, as well as bows ans arrows. “Here we are.” He hands her a short bow and six arrows. Looks like she won't be using her own bow – but on the positive side he won't be asking any questions about it. “Three targets,” he points one that is relatively close, one that is an average distance away, and one that is almost at the far end of the short bow's range. “Two shots per target, no more. If you want you can try a few practice shots to get used to this bow. Begin when you are ready and we shall see what you can do.”

(Similar to Anton dice rolls will determine the outcome, but Lydia's approach to the challenge and how she prepares for it will influence the rolls, making them easier or harder.)

She quickly eyes each room they pass through on the way out for valuables, unwilling to suppress her instincts in case things go south later.

"I've only used my own, so yeah, some practice on this one's good." Lydia inspects the simple shortbow as it's handed to her. She stares at the three targets in turn, gauging their distance. "Let's say...six arrows to get used to the draw and heft before they start to count? I'll go collect 'em after the practice shots so they don't get in the way." She walks casually to the firing line, testing how much strength pulling the bowstring requires. Her long cloak restricts her arm's movement too much for her liking, so she wordlessly removes it and drops it on the ground behind her. Her leather chestpiece is revealed atop an underlying black dress, but Lydia is more concerned with removing the much more ornate bow from her back, setting it on top of the cloak with care.

Preparations complete, she regrips the shortbow. She raises it to the nearest target, nocks an arrow, draws it back to her cheek, stares down the arrow's shaft with both eyes to aim, and then looses the string, hopefully sending the projectile flying straight at the target. She repeats the process for the second shot, running through each practiced step in a handful of seconds. She moves to the next target for her next two shots, not changing a thing since the bow's power should be able to reach the distance. For the last pair of arrows, however, Lydia has to arc her shots. She aims the bow upward, estimating the angle she needs to use to strike true. These two shots take her longer to loose, requiring far more care to place correctly.

With the practice shots done, she strolls downrange to retrieve the arrows before returning to the firing line, confident she'll do even better on the next six.

 

[Avatar Kyoshi]

“That... might be a bit of a problem. Currently there are only two stables in the village. One is used by guests staying at The Golden Brooch, the other is the stable used by the guards to take care of the few horses they have. There are plans for another, bigger stable, but so far there are simply not enough horses in the village to justify the expense. Your best bet is to ask Captain Garlan for permission to leave your horse at the guards' stable. I am sure he will allow it once he knows why you're here.” Edward gives her an apologetic smile. “I'm sorry, but that's how things are right now. Marika is growing fast, and sometimes there are... growing pains, shall we say. This is one of them.” He finishes with a shrug.

"That is understandable. Very well I will be on my Way then." She says and bows her head before leaving The Mansion and taking The reigns of her Horse and walks to The Guard Captains Office.

She spots a unique looking Man by The Barracks as He watches a Girl Practice with a bow and decided to approach.

"Greetings, You must be The Captain of The Guard. Im Ser Arthuria Pendragon, im here on behalf of Lord Edward to Help properly Train Your Soldiers."

 

[merkros]

Finding the River Vixen does not take long, thanks in part to Marika's relatively small size. It's a two-story wooden building right next to the river, as he was told, and the exterior looks... unimpressive, to put it nicely.

The interior... is not any better. The place is dirty: the walls, the floor, the tables... event the ceiling. There's quite a bit of smoke in the air due to some of the patrons smoking what a charitable person may call tobacco. Many of the tables are occupied by groups of people, mostly men, but there are some women too. The patrons keep to themselves, talking and drinking quietly. None of them seem particularly wealthy, or particularly friendly. A few serving wenches deliver drinks when requested. Ganith sees one of them skillfully dodge a groping hand, clearly used to the patrons trying to grab her butt.

A bald and rather fat man is behind the bar. On closer look Ganith notices that the barkeep appears to be rather muscular too, not just fat.

“Welcome to the River Vixen, friend! Looking for a cheap room to spend the night? Then you have come to the right place! Just 1 Gill per night, and you get to sleep in an actual bed! If you would like food along with the bed, that'll cost you extra – 1 Gil per two meals. You can choose any two meals you want, such as two dinners - but most choose dinner and breakfast. If you would like some company for the night, you'll have to negotiate the price with a girl of your choice. If you try to force yourself on any of the girls or to cheat them out of the money you owe them, you're on your own – it's not my problem. And if your corpse ends up floating in the river... well, that's too bad, but again, not my problem. You were never here and we never met.” He finishes with a smile and a shrug. “Now, would you like a room, friend? And for how long?”

Well, this looked like a lovely place, Ganith thought to himself. That was to be expected, he supposed. One Gil per night seemed rather reasonable and the girls were likely rather easy in this part of town...assuming that he didn't get a disease from them. Of course, he would have to sleep with his hand on his money pouch every night, but he was used to luring about the shady side of town.

The half-dragon sat at the bar and regarded the barkeep. "Well, I'm not sure how long I'll be staying around, but it should be at least a week or two and breakfast and dinner is fine unless i ask for something else. As for the ladies..." His eyes drifted across the wenches working in the bar. "Well, I'll be here awhile, so I'm sure the ladies and I will get along just fine."

 

[majus]

“Nice to meet you, Ida. Please, call me Victoria, no need to be so formal.” The blonde smiled at her guest. “You're a scholar? What a nice surprise! It's so rare to meet people who value knowledge, especially about the past. Tell me, have you ever heard about Tal'Erillen? Or Tel'Erillan?”

Spoiler: Lore Check

1d100 = 1
Forgotten name = -40
Final result: -39

Ida just shakes her head. The names mean nothing to her. Victoria gives her a reassuring smile in turn.

“That's alright, I would be quite surprised if you happened to know anything. Allow me to share a little of what have managed to learn.”

The blonde noblewoman takes a deep breath and begins. “Long ago there was an elven kingdom that ruled these lands, as well as the lands to the north and the south. It was quite prosperous... until the rulers decided that it would be a great idea to expand west, into the lands of the dryads.” She rolls her eyes, showing what she thinks about the idea. “It's been over fifteen hundred years since the kingdom was destroyed. The elven dialect they used managed to survive a few more centuries, but eventually it too died. Nowadays barely anyone remembers the fallen kingdom, and those who do usually call it “The Forgotten Kingdom”. With time and significant effort I managed to find and translate parts of the few historical records we have about that time. That's how I learned that it was called either Tal'Erillen or Tel'Erillan – I'm still not sure which one is correct. But that's not important right now.”

Victoria opens one of the desk's drawers and takes out a fist-sized blue crystal. She clears a bit of space on the desk and puts the crystal there. A moment later it projects a map of the region and with a gesture the blonde zooms in on the hills south-east of Marika.
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“According to one document I managed to translate the elves had an iron mine somewhere around here.” Victoria points at the area where the mine is supposed to be. “I know mines don't make for very exciting ruins, but in the short term this is what is important. Our own source of iron, even if it is only temporary, will be a great boon to Marika. So I'd like you to go there, find the mine - or what's left of it - and see if it has been depleted or if there's some iron ore left. As for any beasts or bandits that might have settled inside... dispose of them as you see fit, I have no use for pests. Will you do this for me, Ida? I will be very grateful if you do...”

Suddenly Ida feels something pressing against her crotch. Looking down she sees it is the lady's naked foot, teasing her...

Spoiler: Resist Pleasure

1d100 = 5
Flaw: Body reshaped for pleasure: -20
Final Result: -15

...and it feels good, really good. It would feel good even if she had a regular body. Her increased sensitivity makes it impossible to resist...

“Very grateful...” Victoria repeats, a smirk on her face as she continues to tease Ida with her foot. “Do a good job and I might even trust you with finding a more important ruin... What do you say, my dear?”

{Great post! Lousy throws!}

Ida almost winced at her lack of knowledge. Maybe going with being a scholar was not such a good idea.

Nevertheles she continued listening... and she liked what she heard. Mines were pretty terrible places to work in. She would find bodies and souls there, she could resurect and use for combat and to gather information. Far away from praying eyes, this was a job for her.

"Ah!" Ida gasped as she suddenly felt a foor sliding up her boot, touching the skin of her tight. She bit her lip, but did nothing to remove the noblewoman's limb - in status she was below her... and it did feel good. Instead, she decided to ask about a payment.

"Wha~ AHm!" A gasp escaped her as she felt a toe slid into her pussy. "Yes~" She moaned out as her walls squeezed the toe. She almost moaned from disappointment as she the toe being removed. "Yes, my lady. It will be done." She said as she got up, ready to move to her task. She bowed and left. As she walked past the maid who pointed her here, she was almost sure the maid served and serviced Lady Edwards, just like Ida served her lady. She was glad that things did not differ that much...

Ida made her way to her carriage and started travelling to the area Lady Edwards pointed.

 

[moonblack]

"Horns? This certainly isn't a wolf out of your standard bestiary. Indeed, I shall aid you in any way I can." Mylea nods, face deadly serious. "Could you have one of your men guide us to the site of the most recent attack?"

“Well, the latest attack was here, just now... but we could show you the spots of some of the recent attacks – though I doubt you will find anything more than dried blood... Still, if that is what you want, then it shall be done.” He calls over another man, this one looking like a cross between an woodcutter and a guard.

Spoiler: Jonas

“Jonas can show you the spots of the last few attacks.”

 

[moonblack]

"Mmh." Such wonderful music. Anton thinks to himself as he heard her moans, even as she quieted down. She's in for a surprise if she thought that was all the old man was capable of. After making out with her clit, he pulls away giving the sensitive nub one last nibble. "Now, to the main course." He looks into her eyes, grinning as he drags his tongue down her pussy lips. Circling around her hole as if he was sampling her fluids. Anton decides to tease her, to really get her worked up until she couldn't handle it anymore. With his tongue shallowly prodding her hole, giving her labia, and inner thighs soft kisses, while his nose occassionally rubs against her clit as he licks up, and down her quivering pussy.

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=71
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 101

As Anton changes tactics the blonde lets out another gasp followed by a moan – apparently he caught her by surprise...

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=17
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 47

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=26
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous failure = -10
Total = 36

However, Patricia is a stubborn woman who won't just let him win. She begins trying to resist the pleasure, and at first has some success as he attempts to get her worked up...

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=64
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous failure = -10
Total = 74

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=7
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 37

For a moment Patricia loses control and lets out a lewd moan, but quickly regains control.

“How disappointing... you were doing so well at first, but it seems you are already running out of steam, old man... Ready to give up? Or do you think you can still win this?” Patricia taunts from above him...

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=100
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous failure = -10
Total = 110

...but that proves a mistake. The brief lapse in concentration leaves her unable to resist as the old man licks up and down her quivering pussy. Despite her best attempts to prevent it another lewd moan escapes her lips.

Despite her resistance the blonde is visibly aroused by now, her pussy wet with more than just Anton's saliva. A little more and she will come, whether she wants to or not. However, the old man is also starting to get horny due to tasting the stubborn blonde. The longer he takes the harder it will become for him to remain focused.

 

[moonblack]

It had been a rather tiresome journey, but she felt it would be one worth it. Offering a smile to the guards standing idle as she passed by, she wondered what she should do. While she would likely have to pay respects to the local lord, it would be inappropriate to arrive without some kind of gift. Having just arrived in town, she wasn't really looking forward to exploring the wilderness around the area again, just yet. Instead, perhaps what would be best would be solving sleeping arrangements. Ideally, she would need a space that ran the risk of not being close to people in case of the worst case scenario. It was still being a developed city, so there wasn't likely much to abandoned buildings....however....she felt perhaps she could make use of a site where new residence houses were being built, if she got lucky.

Perhaps it wasn’t…proper. But…she felt in her robe for her spell tags. If people believed one of the newly built houses was under some curse it would keep them away and keep things privately. For the safety of everyone involved.

The plan to make a few tags for some occasional mild illusions at night and just give a slightly chilling atmosphere would do the trick. She did briefly wonder if this was really what the masters would call using her powers wisely….but ultimately it was for more good than harm, and she was only using a place nobody else would have anyway. It wouldn’t even be a forever type thing until somewhere more suitable came along.

She made her internal justifications as she made her way to carry out the plan.

Finding a newly built house that is not yet in use is quite easy. The real challenge is finding one that is not next to an inhabited one... In the end she manages to find two such houses - a small single-story one right next to the river, and a two-story one in the southern part of the village. Now she just needs to choose one...

 

[moonblack]

Avellia nod to Mylea and her orc company.
"Nice to meet you too." She said and listened to tale of the Patrick, about how they couldn't just kill beast ewen with stabbing in the heart.
"Hmm that's a interesting. There are a lot of creatures and races about harder to kill by conventional methods. Like trolls, which regenerates traits could be stopped by fire or acid. I heard also about snake types monsters where was necessary to use weapons made of cold iron. Vampires and simple undead could be killed by silver and divinity magic. " She said looking at guard shield.
" Did you try any of these methods? Also, there is possible that beast is effect of some kind of curse, which made it impossible to kill, until it gets lifted. "

“We've tried quite a few things. Among them were a couple of scrolls with holy spells. So we're pretty sure it is not an undead creature.” Patrick informs her.

“Besides, I'm pretty sure we did kill it a couple of times. It just didn't stick.” Comments one of the guards.

“Yeah, it's almost as if something – or someone – is keeping it alive somehow...” comments another and gets several murmurs of agreement.

“As for it being some sort of curse... we had not considered the possibility,” Patrick admits “but I doubt it – it's far too ineffective and random. From the little I know about them curses seem a bit more focused, aimed at a specific goal. The wolf doesn't seem to have a goal beyond attacking at random – at least none that we have been able to figure out.”

 

[moonblack]

She quickly eyes each room they pass through on the way out for valuables, unwilling to suppress her instincts in case things go south later.

"I've only used my own, so yeah, some practice on this one's good." Lydia inspects the simple shortbow as it's handed to her. She stares at the three targets in turn, gauging their distance. "Let's say...six arrows to get used to the draw and heft before they start to count? I'll go collect 'em after the practice shots so they don't get in the way." She walks casually to the firing line, testing how much strength pulling the bowstring requires. Her long cloak restricts her arm's movement too much for her liking, so she wordlessly removes it and drops it on the ground behind her. Her leather chestpiece is revealed atop an underlying black dress, but Lydia is more concerned with removing the much more ornate bow from her back, setting it on top of the cloak with care.

Preparations complete, she regrips the shortbow. She raises it to the nearest target, nocks an arrow, draws it back to her cheek, stares down the arrow's shaft with both eyes to aim, and then looses the string, hopefully sending the projectile flying straight at the target. She repeats the process for the second shot, running through each practiced step in a handful of seconds. She moves to the next target for her next two shots, not changing a thing since the bow's power should be able to reach the distance. For the last pair of arrows, however, Lydia has to arc her shots. She aims the bow upward, estimating the angle she needs to use to strike true. These two shots take her longer to loose, requiring far more care to place correctly.

With the practice shots done, she strolls downrange to retrieve the arrows before returning to the firing line, confident she'll do even better on the next six.

Sadly the doors to most rooms are closed, and the few that are open reveal nothing of interest.

Garlan watches her carefully as Lydia prepares to test the bow. He takes note of her own bow, but does not comment on it. As she takes each practice shot he nods silently, his face betraying nothing of his thoughts.

“Finished with your practice, lass?” He asks her when she returns after retrieving the arrows. “Feel free to begin the real shots whenever you're ready. There's no time limit for this test, so no need to rush. Up to you which target you will go for first.”

Another woman approaches the captain of the guards and he speaks to her briefly before turning back to watch Lydia shoot at the three targets.

 

[moonblack]

"That is understandable. Very well I will be on my Way then." She says and bows her head before leaving The Mansion and taking The reigns of her Horse and walks to The Guard Captains Office.

She spots a unique looking Man by The Barracks as He watches a Girl Practice with a bow and decided to approach.

"Greetings, You must be The Captain of The Guard. Im Ser Arthuria Pendragon, im here on behalf of Lord Edward to Help properly Train Your Soldiers."

The man turns to her and his eyes light up in recognition even before she introduces herself.

“Ah, Ser Pendragon! A pleasure to meet you! I am Garlan, captain of Marika's guards. Welcome!” The captain greets her warmly. “Help to train the new recruits in proper sword combat will be appreciated. Let me just finish dealing with the young lady here and we'll discuss the details. You can watch, if you want.” Though she can't be sure Arthuria guesses that she will have enough time to leave her horse at the barracks' stables while the captain is busy with the other lady.

 

[moonblack]

Well, this looked like a lovely place, Ganith thought to himself. That was to be expected, he supposed. One Gil per night seemed rather reasonable and the girls were likely rather easy in this part of town...assuming that he didn't get a disease from them. Of course, he would have to sleep with his hand on his money pouch every night, but he was used to luring about the shady side of town.

The half-dragon sat at the bar and regarded the barkeep. "Well, I'm not sure how long I'll be staying around, but it should be at least a week or two and breakfast and dinner is fine unless i ask for something else. As for the ladies..." His eyes drifted across the wenches working in the bar. "Well, I'll be here awhile, so I'm sure the ladies and I will get along just fine."

“Good, good!” The barkeep nods. “Most guests pay for one or two nights at a time. I assume you will be doing the same? Of course, you are welcome to pay for longer if you prefer.”

 

[moonblack]

{Great post! Lousy throws!}

Ida almost winced at her lack of knowledge. Maybe going with being a scholar was not such a good idea.

Nevertheles she continued listening... and she liked what she heard. Mines were pretty terrible places to work in. She would find bodies and souls there, she could resurect and use for combat and to gather information. Far away from praying eyes, this was a job for her.

"Ah!" Ida gasped as she suddenly felt a foor sliding up her boot, touching the skin of her tight. She bit her lip, but did nothing to remove the noblewoman's limb - in status she was below her... and it did feel good. Instead, she decided to ask about a payment.

"Wha~ AHm!" A gasp escaped her as she felt a toe slid into her pussy. "Yes~" She moaned out as her walls squeezed the toe. She almost moaned from disappointment as she the toe being removed. "Yes, my lady. It will be done." She said as she got up, ready to move to her task. She bowed and left. As she walked past the maid who pointed her here, she was almost sure the maid served and serviced Lady Edwards, just like Ida served her lady. She was glad that things did not differ that much...

Ida made her way to her carriage and started travelling to the area Lady Edwards pointed.

“Wonderful! I look forward to your return, and to hearing about your success, my dear! When you are back we shall continue our... discussion...” Victoria allows her to leave, though as she makes her way to the door Ida can feel the lady's lustful gaze on her. It seems she has made a good first impression... for better or worse.

No one stops her on the way out and soon she is in her carriage again. “Welcome back, my lady.” Eike greets her mistress. “I hope everything went well... Where are we heading to? Will we be buying any supplies or making any preparations first?” She inquires as the carriage starts moving.

 

[Regin34]

“We've tried quite a few things. Among them were a couple of scrolls with holy spells. So we're pretty sure it is not an undead creature.” Patrick informs her.

“Besides, I'm pretty sure we did kill it a couple of times. It just didn't stick.” Comments one of the guards.

“Yeah, it's almost as if something – or someone – is keeping it alive somehow...” comments another and gets several murmurs of agreement.

“As for it being some sort of curse... we had not considered the possibility,” Patrick admits “but I doubt it – it's far too ineffective and random. From the little I know about them curses seem a bit more focused, aimed at a specific goal. The wolf doesn't seem to have a goal beyond attacking at random – at least none that we have been able to figure out.”

Avellia thinking more about this kind of attack on random lumber camp by magic beast.
"Hmm... As your work is to cutting trees, is there any chance that some defenter of nature decided to act? But as I know druids, they most times warming people before use more violent methods. Anyone alien in this area show up before attacks begin? " She said looking at fallen trees and woods.
"Did you in you word cut some tree which looked special or your hunters killed some rare animal?" She asked and then try to focus her divinity skills, to find any tracks of dark magic.

 

[asddas193]

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=71
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 101

As Anton changes tactics the blonde lets out another gasp followed by a moan – apparently he caught her by surprise...

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=17
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 47

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=26
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous failure = -10
Total = 36

However, Patricia is a stubborn woman who won't just let him win. She begins trying to resist the pleasure, and at first has some success as he attempts to get her worked up...

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=64
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous failure = -10
Total = 74

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=7
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 37

For a moment Patricia loses control and lets out a lewd moan, but quickly regains control.

“How disappointing... you were doing so well at first, but it seems you are already running out of steam, old man... Ready to give up? Or do you think you can still win this?” Patricia taunts from above him...

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=100
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous failure = -10
Total = 110

...but that proves a mistake. The brief lapse in concentration leaves her unable to resist as the old man licks up and down her quivering pussy. Despite her best attempts to prevent it another lewd moan escapes her lips.

Despite her resistance the blonde is visibly aroused by now, her pussy wet with more than just Anton's saliva. A little more and she will come, whether she wants to or not. However, the old man is also starting to get horny due to tasting the stubborn blonde. The longer he takes the harder it will become for him to remain focused.

Though Anton loved the challenge of making a woman beg for his cock, sadly his old age no longer agreed with his strenuous past times. He could feel his long, thick cock grow erect underneath his robes. "Mmh, don't worry dear, you just taste so wonderful, that I decided to take my time." He hummed as he kisses her thighs, and feeling his arousal starting to get the better of him. The old man starts to get serious, as his long, slimy tongue enters her pussy. Wriggling around her velvety inner walls, he searched for her g-spot, which he attacks with precision. While his nose prods, and rubs against her clit.

 

[Tjf]

“Well, the latest attack was here, just now... but we could show you the spots of some of the recent attacks – though I doubt you will find anything more than dried blood... Still, if that is what you want, then it shall be done.” He calls over another man, this one looking like a cross between an woodcutter and a guard.

Spoiler: Jonas

“Jonas can show you the spots of the last few attacks.”

"Thank you. I shall return, hopefully once I've learned something." Mylea smiles at the foreman.
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Turning to the other settler, Mylea says "We might cover more ground if we split up. If I find the wolf, I'll send up a magical flare."

Turning, Mylea follows Jonas into the woods.

 

[moonblack]

Though Anton loved the challenge of making a woman beg for his cock, sadly his old age no longer agreed with his strenuous past times. He could feel his long, thick cock grow erect underneath his robes. "Mmh, don't worry dear, you just taste so wonderful, that I decided to take my time." He hummed as he kisses her thighs, and feeling his arousal starting to get the better of him. The old man starts to get serious, as his long, slimy tongue enters her pussy. Wriggling around her velvety inner walls, he searched for her g-spot, which he attacks with precision. While his nose prods, and rubs against her clit.

The stubborn blonde refuses to submit, her pussy attempting to clamp down and push the invading tongue out...

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=26
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 56

...but it is too late, she is simply too horny and wet, and thus unable to resist him. His tongue is able to continue its exploration unobstructed.

Spoiler: Oral Assault

1d100=92
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 122

Anton's probing tongue finds a spot that makes the blonde feel particularly good, and that proves the last straw. Patricia covers her mouth with both hands to stop herself from screaming as she cums at last, her body shaking in the throes of passion. She likely would have fallen down if not for the old man's hands helping keep her steady.

Anton gets to enjoy the taste of Patricia's sweet nectar as she cums hard, her juices flowing in his mouth. For a bit Patricia only stands there, breathing heavily as she tries to recover and catch her breath. “You... I... Damn...” she seems to have trouble putting her thoughts and feelings into words.

 

[moonblack]

"Thank you. I shall return, hopefully once I've learned something." Mylea smiles at the foreman.
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Turning to the other settler, Mylea says "We might cover more ground if we split up. If I find the wolf, I'll send up a magical flare."

Turning, Mylea follows Jonas into the woods.

“This way.” Jones leads the girls into the woods, Mylea following after him and Galza taking the rear.

Spoiler: Mylea's Awareness Roll

1d100=24

Spoiler: Galza's Awareness Roll

1d100=73
Alert for danger: +10
Total: 83

Soon the trio reaches the spot of a recent attack. A few stains of dark blood, now dried up, can be seen on the forest floor, confirming that a battle took place there. But before the priestess can attempt to investigate her orc companion speaks up. “Anyone else have the feeling that we are been watched?”

Mylea has not noticed anything out of the ordinary so far, but after her friend's question she gets the feeling that she is indeed being watched...

 

[moonblack]

Avellia thinking more about this kind of attack on random lumber camp by magic beast.
"Hmm... As your work is to cutting trees, is there any chance that some defenter of nature decided to act? But as I know druids, they most times warming people before use more violent methods. Anyone alien in this area show up before attacks begin? " She said looking at fallen trees and woods.
"Did you in you word cut some tree which looked special or your hunters killed some rare animal?" She asked and then try to focus her divinity skills, to find any tracks of dark magic.

“Hmm... I don't believe we have. Any forest fruits gathered by the villagers seem to be regular fruits, any forest animals killed by hunters seem to be just regular animals, and none of the trees we have cut seem special in any way. We do have some druids helping grow new trees in place of the ones we cut, but none of them has noticed anything out of the ordinary.” Patrick explains.

“I heard talk about some of the farmers having seen something odd,” one of the guards speaks up, “but that's on the other side of the river and not even close to here, so even if it is true I doubt it has anything to do with our problem.”

Spoiler: Detection Attempt

1d100 = 29
Magic – Divine: +20
Total: 49

Despite her best attempts Avella is unable to detect any sort of dark magic nearby. Of course, with the wolf gone, it is possible that any traces of dark magic it left behind have already dissipated. Perhaps she will have better luck if she tries again when the wolf is nearby... or maybe it is all a waste of time – no way to be sure.