"I wonder..." She was intentionally vague a bit with a teasing smile, leaning in just a bit. "I'll let you in on a little secret..." She left it deliberate and hanging, before pulling back. "I didn't really need them anyway!" She said it with confidence. "It's true, her grandfather some generations ago found me at the right time, but I have magic and skills. I could have went anywhere. Maybe I'd have become a merchant or an alchemist. I could have even been a pirate." Her tone made it obvious she was serious. Whatever the problem was, her and Jasmine had more than enough ability to get by with whatever they did. Did he save them? No. They just had no real reason to say no. "Meira, you won't ever leave me, right?" She doubted Celeste even remembered what she said at that age, but it had stuck with her. "Some of the servants hated me, some pitied me. But it was Lady Celeste, and only Lady Celeste who understood that we could go anywhere. " She shook her head. On some level, she wondered if it was because of that she had landed on wanting to be an adventurer. She hadn't mentioned that boy for months. Truthfully, she already knew that she was just as much of an influence on her as any boy. And because of that, she couldn't just leave even if they weren't bonded. "It's true. She's not strong. Spoiled and sheltered, but also knows she was born with a lot of things other people won't ever have. I don't think I'd ever find someone who can look at the world the way she does in another hundred years. I'm not planning for that to change anytime soon."
The fierce Bracer keeps watching The Scene, staying Hidden for now and also checking The damage on her Swordarm
The elf sighs as he sees where the pair is headed. Why nobody seems to live outside town in these parts? He is quite fond of little manors that he was used to visiting to receive his payment and have some fun with the owners afterwards. First he pulls out his thin cloak out if his bag and put it on to cover himself in case he is seen. Then he looks over his shoulder, checking for any guards. Once the coast is clear, elf slowly inches towards them, enjoying the night ambient. Why hurry if she's already caught? Elf pulls out his black dagger made out of a hellish, poisonous vine out of it's holster as he sneaks up behind the merchant. He lifts up the weapon and then flips it around, swinging the thin handle right into merchant's temple.
“Mmmh.” Fei quivers, feeling her drenched panties get peeled off from her crotch. Letting the fat farmer see her dripping wet pussy, allowing the sweet smell of her arousal to join the bitter scent of his musk. “Oooh!” And as he touches her soft lower lips, Fei lowers her head, while raising up her hips as if she was presenting herself to him.
“Well, I certainly don't mind playing with you...” Eran replied as he moved closer to the succubus, stopping right in front of her. Reaching with his right hand he grabbed her ass and began groping it. A moment later his other hand moved up to her chest and began fondling one of her large tits. “Mmm, you have such nice tits and ass. I'd love to play with them... but I do need to find your mistress first. So how about you be a good little slut and help me find her? Then I could focus on playing with you...” he suggested, while making sure he did not promise her anything.
Zendar shivered a little but then stopped. He was a necromancer! He meet worse! "I am a halfling - a very whole member of my race. Not some kind of caricature of human that failed to grow." He said bravely, making sure that the two ghosts were ready to jump in, should the female ghost made an attack, to buy Zendar time to make a fast strategic retreat. "I am Zendar Bigdream! A former Necromancer and novice farmer." He announced himself - he might be small, but as was his name, he dreamed big! That's why he choose the name. Now, he would talk... Until he managed to think of a way to either banish or shackle the ghost. If she even was that. That was the problem with souls of cultists and those who dubled in the dark arts. You never knew what exactly you would call. He then shrugged at her comment. "I am not un-attracted, if that is what you mean. I am a man with wide tastes." He smiled. Through, she was probably more exotic then lizard-kin with their long tongues in Brothels of free city of Lyra.
"I'm fine too thanks to Ser Oropho! No sooner had we arrived then I was accosted by some drunkard. Ser Oropho in an impressive display dispatched the man with ease." It was then the redhead turned to regard the massive man. "Thank you Ser Oropho for your timely intercedence, I am grateful."
-20 Gold Daria takes the the money with a suspicious look, but doesn't do anything else, instead grabbing a wheelbarrow and guiding it towards the dead soldier, probably to get the body out of sight. Heading into the woods to hide and wait, Claudia rests, watching the road. In a little over an hour that she watches, no one comes by.
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100-10 (Curse bias): 67 The bearded man stares her down for a long while, before seeming to rethink whatever he was planning in here. "Maybe you speak the truth. I'll be watching you while you're in this city. Now let's go." Heading down into the dungeon, Meira sees a few iron cells built into the rocks. At one, the tattooed young man who's been spending time with Celeste leans against the bars. "Eh, I didn't do anything! Ask Lady-" "Yeah, yeah, brat. The lady already vouched for you." The elf scoffs, and unlocks the door. "Go on, out of my sight, both of you." The muscular young man approaches, looking Meira up and down. "Well, hello there..." He smirks. "You're my rescuer, eh?"
„Hmm… it looks like she told me a truth. So, let’s see this island”. Claudia said to herself as she finished cleaning her sword of blood and take a road to island to scout area.
The undead creature continues its grizzly work, not noticing Elaine. Pulling off her leather bracer, Elaine sees a violent welt and dark bruise, and realises she's still pretty hurt from the blow she took from the thug's club. Everything's still working, though - he didn't break any fingers, luckily, meaning she can still wield her sword as well as ever.
Looking around, Cerim sees that no guards are in the immediate vicinity, nor bystanders - though parts of the slums are packed at night, the areas without inns and brothels tend to be quiet as there's not much reason to go there. Spoiler: Stealth Combat Roll (Unopposed) D100+20 (Stealth)= 89 The merchant doesn't hear the elf's quiet footsteps on the cobblestones until it's too late. He's still beginning to turn, as the handle slams into his temple. He lands on the ground with a loud thud, and doesn't move. The redhead recoils, though she has trouble standing on her own due to her sickness. She looks at Cerim and then at the man on the ground, and opens her mouth to scream.
Well, that was probably the closest she'd get to approval from him. She didn't particularly mind. She wasn't especially interested in being his friend more than him just not being a nuisance to getting anything done. As she looked at the young man, she still couldn't say she was that convinced letting him get too close to nobility was a good idea. All in all, the matter would be settled enough. "I'm just as surprised as you are." She didn't really have much a chance to speak with him before for obvious reasons, and it wasn't clear how much he actually knew about her. Evidently, not enough to know what she could do. "I understand. We shall take our leave then." She said it firmly to the elf as she made her way for the prisoner to follow along, only stopping briefly to slip the necklace she took into his hand, just squeezing for a slight single moment before releasing and walking ahead. "Imagine if those roots came out from under the bed and strangled you to death in your sleep. By morning, nobody would ever know what happened. How terrifying." She spoke quietly, but loud enough for him to hear as he followed. As they made their way out, she stopped to hold the door open, with a graceful smile. "Do be sure not to forget your manners in front of Lady Celeste."
He steps towards the redhead, covering up her mouth with his hands. "He's not dead. Calm down for elder tree's sake!" He scolds her like a parent. Maybe he misjudged the situation, maybe she didn't hate that fat merchant as much as she suspected or he didn't give her a reason to hate him yet. It doesn't matter now. He just needs to get out of the city with the redhead and it will really help if she is cooperative at least till then. "You really want to see his true colors once he gets comfortable with owning you?" He looks around, trying to make an impression of nervously glancing around. "We really need to get going."
Eliane decides to Finish her Contract. She Takes a Stone from The Ground and throws it at at Gravestone to distract The Creature before she storms Out and jumps The Creature with a downward Strike of her Sword.
Not wanting to waste any time, or to disappoint, Delphia starts to lick on the elf's lower lips and clit as she slides a single finger up into her pussy, curling it as she searches for the Elf's G-Spot. This should get me a few lessons.
"Heheh, so sweet..." He laughs, pressing his face forward and tasting her, as his tongue presses deep inside her.
The succubus' breasts are warm and supple, perfect handfuls that make his hands tingle pleasantly as he touches her. "Such a sweet thing to say... But I've been without someone to play with for too long. I can't wait. So, why don't you and I...help each other...and then I'll tell you anything you want to know about my mistress?" She purrs, her hands reaching out, pressing against Eran's chest, before sliding downwards.
"How prideful you are..." The Von Ausling ghost chuckles chillingly, moving a little closer. "How wide are these tastes, I wonder?"
"Aaa-aaaahn!" Fei grasps on the sheets as she feels his thick, slimy tongue press against her lower lips. Letting the farmer taste her erotic honey, as she shudders from the pleasure reverberating throughout her entire body. "Oooh... please... put it... put your cock inside... fuck me already..." Fei pleads, showing just how needy she truly is... or rather has become the moment she claimed ownership of a certain bestiary.
