“Thanks, man, appreciate it.” Eran took a quick look around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and then quickly made his way up the stairs while trying to be quiet and not make any noise.
Returning the kiss, Delphi shoves her tongue into Lydia's mouth. As she returns the kiss, Delphi's hands travel down Lydia's back down to her ass. She gives the elf's butt a squeeze and breaks the kiss. "Oh, and you aren't excited to be teaching?" Even as Delphi kisses the elf, she tries to take a glance around the room. She IS supposed to be keeping an eye out for attackers after all.
"Y-You, ugh...what happened?" The man stumbles and groans - not recognising Elaine as he's forgotten what happened when she grabbed him. Her tone sends a message, though and he begins to run, stumbling his way up the stairs. Elaine hears footsteps against the mud and dirt outside the crypt, out of sight. And then he begins to scream.
"Not big on initiative, hm? Works for me." The fat man chuckles, undoing his trousers. His cock, a thick, fat thing reeking of the same musk from before - just more potent - strikes her cheek. "Let's see what other skills you have..." He grips her head, and with a quick thrust sends the head of his cock in her mouth.
"Is that the attempted kidnapper?" The bearded elf commander asks, his eyes roaming her body up and down with just as much interest as Jona, but also with distaste, as though he's disgusted that he would lust after her. "Interesting. My guards report that there was also an female elf involved in that incident. That she used magic which bound up and annoyed innocent civilians." He frowns.
"...Daria." The blonde peasant says. "Hmm... You're just a mercenary, I s'pose, right?" She asks. "You don't have no reason to tell the soldiers where Macek is, or they'll kill 'im and you'll lose your bounty." She thinks for a moment. "Hmm... I s'pose it makes no difference to me if y'go to his hideout and get yerself killed."
"A-aah!" Fei gasps, eyes going wide as the thick, smelly rod attached between his legs slaps her cheek. S-so big! She thinks to herself, wondering if every fat pervert had something this massive... and smelly hidden away as she recalls her time with the ship's captain. "Aaahm, mmh, mhhhhm!" Fei immediately opens her mouth, clasping her soft lips around his hard shaft. As her velvety tongue swirls around the tip of his meat spear. Dipping beneath his foreskin, "Mmmhmhh!" Quivering in delight as she eagerly cleans his rod. Her juices slowly trickly away, seeping through the fabric of her clothes, running down her inner thighs, and soaking right into the tops of her silk stockings.
„So he is dangerously. Tell me, did he has his own gang? Or maybe he is using some magic artifact”. Claudia begins losing her patience, as she presses blade of halbarder to Daria throat. „Where is he, Daria”?
Her face straightened. She stood out too much to act as if it could have been someone else. "A bystander did end up caught in the crossfire after the suspect threw a punch under a enrage incantation. However, they were mostly unharmed. I avoided using any spells that would risk seriously hurting bystanders. But it is true, that it was my response to what was assumed to be an attempted kidnapping." She'd deliberately leave out calling it Dark Magic and aimed to redirect the subject. It wouldn't help. It didn't seem like the people who made the report had seen it before to give the full story of what she actually did. But she couldn't see a situation where admitting to having used it would make things better. It would just reinforce the idea of being some kind of soul stealing succubus or otherworldly spirit trapped in human form. Meira had to search her brain carefully for some believable excuse. Celeste still wanted to keep this mostly silent without her mother finding out later even if stalled. Meira did her best to smile, as she got ready to deflect. "-but turns out..." She took a dramatic pause. "This is so stupid..." She acted like she was looking away out of embarrassment though she was just trying to stall to think of something. "He was just trying to return something someone pickpocketed from Miss Celeste." "I'm sure, Lady's Celeste's word can be taken as credible?" She directed it to her. He was trying to get her to do the talking and trip her up. She didn't have the authority to be credible even if he wasn't already biased.
Spoiler: Strength Roll D100: 81 An iron bar, rotted and fallen off the door of a different tomb, proves all the leverage Zendak needs. He huffs and puffs, but eventually succeeds in popping open the old lock without too much difficulty. The iron gate screeches a it swings inward, allowing Zendak into the crypt.
Ser Oropho takes her hand and easily helps her to her feet - Maelon's palm falling from her grip during the motion. Oropho leans in. "Collingworth can be an unpleasant place for a beautiful woman, Eliza." He breathes. "I think you should keep real close to me while we're there."
The merchant raises his drink to his lips, getting refills and seeming to become more jolly and buzzed - though not proper drunk. The redheaded noble, on the other hand, begins to wobble a little in her seat, growing pale.
Heading upstairs, Eran walks into a tidy and quite elegant - if a little creepy - bedroom, a little out of touch with the ramshackle appearance of the building. An owl hoots at him from its perch on a bedpost.
Zendar pauses to breath heavily. This was really not for him - her was a Necromancer, not a fricking Barbarian! He shook his head and moved deeper into the crypt. His main target was obvious, to resurrect the ghost of mother of current countess. After that, he would raise a few more - he needed workforce, after all. But most of all - he needed information. Thus, mother of former countess would make a great source of it. That, and he needed some ghost pussy. It's been to long since he had some. Still, it would be better to be careful for the traps. Zendar lighted the torch and walked deeper into the darkness.
Good. Good. That's exactly what he wants. Merchant is getting more drunk and noble gal is starting to feel the symptoms. Soon she should feel intense stomach pain and start throwing up. Elf does stop a flaw in his plan. How does he get the redhead out without too many guards seeing them together? Dodging patrols is one thing alone but with another person on his shoulder, it gets complicated fast. If he just walks out then it wouldn't be too long until he gets linked to her disappearance. That's not the kind of attention he needs. He could try to carry her out of the window and vault the fence but then he'd need a really good excuse if he gets caught doing that. He needs a good distraction, something to get guards away from the halls and the entrance. He can drug someone with his dagger. Most people will go feral but that wouldn't cause enough ruckus to draw guards from the entrance. Or he could just make chandelier fall from the ceiling. Most chandeliers are attached with a length of rope to a hook somewhere on the wall. And since his dagger is unique, he could just file down the rope enough that it snaps under the weight of the chandelier. Ahh, screw it. Elf was tired of trying to think of a way to get his target out of the middle of the feast. He just sat back and slowly sipped on the alcohol as he watched redhead and merchant.
Pulling herself away for a moment, Delphi is sure there's no one in the room - unless they're hidden in some way she can't comprehend, in which case she's kind of fucked anyway - and has a little alone time. "Heh, it's a little hard not to be excited..." Lydia reaches up, breaking the kiss with a smirk. "...When your student wears next to nothing." She undoes Delphi's top, letting it fall to the floor, the skald's breasts springing free.
Fei's tongue feels the far bastard's cock in detail, tasting the thick chunks and his veiny rod. His fingers tighten around her scalp, pressing himself forward, and she gags a little as he begins to enter her throat. "Fuck, you're good at that... A natural, or have you had a lot of experience?" He chuckles.
Spoiler: Intimidation Roll D100: 72 "He has two men." Daria says. "Proper ex-soldiers, like. Not your average bandits. And he's got a good position. An island in the center of a lake. Jus' one causeway as an entrance and exit. You'll be seen, an' then they'll kill you. Only ones get out of that place in one piece are the merchants what supply the gang. Well, that and the whores, I guess..."
"Mmhhhm!" Fei's eyes go wide for a moment as he pulls her down, forcing more of his cock down her throat. "Ghaaahmmh." But instead of gagging, or even choking. She instead lets out a lustful moan as she swallows the saliva building up within her mouth. Answering the fat farmer's question in a way, as his cockhead slowly goes down her gullet. "Mmgghm, mhhhm, mgghmph." Fei starts bobbing her head up, and down his length at a steady pace. While her hands move to her, rubbing her quivering pussy underneath her qipao.
"Indeed, sir." Celeste nods her head. "It was all just a silly little misunderstanding. The boy was trying to do something noble, he was just a little more direct than necessary." The blonde adds. Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100-10 (Omen)= 56 (Minor Success) The commander pauses for a long while, before nodding. "Fine. Lady Celeste, I think it would be best if a noble of your stature didn't have to tarnish herself with the stink of the dungeons. You." He turns to Meira. "Follow me, we'll release the...samaritan...into your custody." The bearded man gestures for Meira to follow. Celeste looks at Meira. "Are you going to be okay on your own?" She whispers.
