"I can see that." More specters to haunt this place, or perhaps to haunt the necromancer Saphielle speculated. She stared at the spot the drowned woman had appeared for a few moments longer, trying to remember if she had ever learned to swim at some point during her life. All of it was such a mess, disorganized, and out of both place and time. As for the male, had he spent his last, dying breaths breathing in smoke when he died? "Allow me to take them off your hands. I tend to kill my experimental subjects cleanly, painlessly," leaving out mercifully, "to reduce the strain on their souls. These two would be useful to me, whilst your undertaking here requires something that is very much harmful. Unless they happen to be, what's the word, ah yes... of sentimental value?" Moving inside the throne room to address the speaker directly. "But, first let me introduce myself. Lux Saphielle, and my escort for the evening, Dawn Altier."
Sandor grins back at her before standing. "You've been very helpful. I'll go down to city hall. Luenna bless you." He bows, heading down to city hall.
@GenericEditor168 She hesitates seemingly thinking about his words, "You can fight?" she asks, "Cause if you can that's not a terrible idea, but I am a bit concerned about trusting my life to someone I just met today," she says, "As for other things that need fixing... A lot of things. This entire continent is rife with monsters. Until recently The Empire ran this place and they didn't care about helping any of us. They just used us as fodder for their experiments or their armies. As such almost any creature forced out of elsewhere came here," @moonblack Sophie shakes her head, "Don't worry about it and I do appreciate the help. I don't really have a second bed, but you can have my bed until night. I mean I won't be using it after all," she offers with a smile. @Auraicide Sasha seems disappointed regarding the inability to bring things back and she listens to Zaria's suggestions, "Money might help. I'm not actually all that bad off myself, but I'm hardly rich. The problem is less money and more access to other resources, with enough money I might be able to get the resources we need... Even if I have to export them from far away," she says thinking about it and then nods, "The thing... It was a massive tower. Easily 45 meters in height or higher. Made out of some kind of bright white material. Bullets, magic it all just bounced off. It made its way down towards Central Africa. Our theory is it was some kind of Scar weapon heading down to take part in the conflict down there..." she trails off, "I guess you might not have much of an understanding of politics," she says, "I don't know how to destroy it, probably would be best from the inside," she says and then smiles, "I suppose I should tell you. I was thinking about going after them, I'm... Well don't tell anyone, but I'm an Assassin. I was going to go after them, find a way inside and kill the people inside that thing," she smiles, "Some wishes would probably make that easier," @Mazoku The woman responds, "Feel free to do with them as you wish, I suppose. They haunt me for..." she hesitates, "some reason." she finishes. You enter and find she's a caucasian woman with pale skin, wearing a satin dress that shows off a curvy body, she looks to be only about 20 years old with blond hair that falls down to her shoulders, her eyes are grey and she's wearing a golden tiara on her head as well as various golden necklaces. She's essentially the stereotypical image of an Egyptian Queen except for her race. A golden staff with a snake head leans against the golden throne she sits in, her feet adorned in straw sandals, "My name is Ayla regina, but you may call me The Daughter of Anubis. I have created an undead paradise in this land and you're more than welcome to stay," she offers smiling. @Tjf She smiles at his blessing, "Luenna bless you, as well" she responds with a cheerful smile. Sandor leaves the Church. He heads down to the high cost residences and on the way he hears shouting and someone almost barrels into him, a small figure dressed in what almost looked like a burlap sack, narrowly dodges around him and continues running. heading towards the low cost district. The shouting seems to be heading in a different direction.
“Creating materials itself would be no problem, but labour seems rather limited here. But I think we’ll have to come back to what to do after dealing with this tower, or all our hard work would just be destroyed.” She went quiet for a bit, trying to think of the rest of the information she had, but looked more amused by it. “Assassin...and here I was thinking you were just a nice girl. But if that helps us here, I won’t knock it.” From the sound of it, the ifrit would need that thing gone too if she wanted to move forward. “A crab’s shell might be hard, but the insides are fragile and soft. I agree. Inside of it might be the best way to deal with it. I’m willing to bet a protective body like that traps in a lot of heat. A full heat wave attack internally will utterly cook them from the inside out. That’s obviously no issue for me...but I don’t know how confident you are at surviving that kind of blast. You’ll need some kinds of means of escape or protection.”
Smiling in return when the offer was accepted, but quickly fading. "Most other undead bore me. They shuffle here and there, dragging their limbs, occasionally losing them as it falls off their rotting corpses." Gesturing to indicate everything around her, the mummies outside. "No elegance or spirit to direct their actions. Life is so much more beautiful in its complexity, which is why I study it to get closer to what makes us different, and so I can take it for myself when I find it. As such, your necropolis holds no interest to me. It's an eyesore, with one exception." Sashaying closer to the throne as she offers her criticism to the young queen, Saphielle obvious where her interests lie as she lets her gaze fall on the set of necklaces and what lies underneath them. A block of jade she had yet to find a purpose for waited at home. Life's diversity provided an endless variety of splendid forms, those who had you in awe of their feral strength, to those who stoked your imagination and desires by their presence. "Let me immortalize you. Shed this mortal coil willingly and I can offer you the durability that only stone can provide. An unliving, animated statue, eternally surveying her kingdom until everything is nothing but dust." The desert elf's voice is uncharacteristically husky, thrumming with emotion as Saphielle uses it to speak. "All I need is for you to entrust me with your soul, as you have the other two, Ayla." Close now, within touching distance.
Having a fair idea what the disturbance involves, Sandor sighs, duty-bound to get involved. Realising that he has little chance of catching up with the figure through the crowded street, Sandor uses his athletic abilities to jump atop a wagon on the side of the street, heading up onto the rooftops. Leaping from roof to roof, he aims to catch up to the thief, and drop down in front of them.
“Alright, if you're sure you won't need the bed... A few hours to myself, to rest and get out of this armor, would be nice. Thank you, Sophie.” Silfiel accepted with a smile. I need to be careful, or else this might end up really awkward...
"It's typical, isn't it... everywhere I go, things crawl out of the woodwork and try to kill me... oh well. What needs to be dealt with?" He tries to portray it to Patricia as him being willing to help her and her village, even if it's more a matter of trying not to be torn to bits while he sleeps.
@Auraicide She nods, "Alright so we need to deal with that tower and you can't just destroy it from here, or anything," she says thoughtful and then listens to Zaria's idea regarding simply cooking the inside, "Well... Can I wish to be immune to heat or something?" she asks, "I mean you said I get three right. So... I could wish to bring us both there, wish to be immune to heat and then once it's done with I could wish for supplies for the town right?" she suggests. @Mazoku Ayla looks slightly offended as Saphielle refers to the Necropolis as an eyesore. Her demeanor changes as Saphielle begins to explain her offer and Saphielle can see her swallow as Saphielle approaches her, "You want to make me into a statue?" she suggests and then her eyes narrow for a second and a smile appears on her face, "Oh... Perhaps I will take that offer. After all I didn't care enough for my mortality to retain it already," she says and stands up removing her dress revealing that underneath she is covered in bandages from just above her breasts to down to each knee and she begins to unwrap the upper bandages slowly exposing a pair of pale, but full tearshaped breasts and more importantly a large gaping hole just between her breasts seemingly where her heart was removed, "You're offering me a better undeath than the one I currently have, correct?" she asks as she starts to recover herself, "and you have some reason I should entrust my soul to you and believe you?" she says, standing up she's practically directly in front of Saphielle. She looks momentarily startled as the realization of their proximity seems to reach her. @Tjf Sandor manages to get onto the roofs and runs quickly jumping from rooftop to rooftop following the fleeing figure, it doesn't take much to catch up to them and you manage to drop in front of them, they can't stop in time and barrel into him, bouncing off and falling on their ass with a grunt of pain before quickly trying to roll back onto their feet, "Stay out of my way!" they say, their voice is young and high pitched, either a young woman or a very young boy. @moonblack Sophie nods, "You've never worked on a farm before have you. I have a lot to do and won't be able to rest on that bed until the sun is setting later tonight. Feel free to take all the rest you need," she responds with an amused chuckle, "If you need anything I'll be out in the fields," she says exiting the farm house leaving Silfiel alone in the house. @GenericEditor168 She looks apologetic, "Sorry you ended up in such a dangerous place," she says and turns away for a moment scanning the area, "As for what kind of dangers, well there's all kinds. Werewolves, vampires, undead, cults to dark gods and evil creatures that don't even have names," she says with a sigh, "there used to be a pretty strong hunter presence here," she says and then looks back at you, "Hunters are um the ones who hunt down creatures like that," she explains, "Anyway unfortunately most of them are dead or missing or are inexperienced and young," she hesitates, "Like me... and I'm so busy keeping my village safe from Carson going out to hunt down other threats is impossible for me," she explains, "I mean I am sure you'll be allowed in the village if I vouch for you," she offers.
“Alright, I'll see you later.” Silfiel called after Sophie. Once she was alone in the house the elf went inside Sophie's bedroom and closed the door, then did the same with the curtains, not wanting to risk someone from the outside peeking on her – even if that seemed unlikely. After that she stripped, first removing her boots and armor, then her clothes, and finally her underwear. Once naked she lied on her back on the bed, but did not try sleeping – she had a certain “itch” she needed to take care of first. Silfiel spread her legs and began slowly pleasuring herself with one hand, while her other hand started playing with her breasts. Closing her eyes she focused on creating a fantasy to help get her off. Let's see... last time I used a rather pale-skinned woman, so I think I'll go for a dark-skinned one this time... In her mind she imagined that she was in a large room, laying naked on a king-sized bed. A beautiful dark-skinned woman with large breasts and long black hair, just as naked, was between her legs, eating her out with expert skill. “Mmm, yes... Goddess, that feels wonderful...” Silfiel moaned in pleasure. “Luenna... incredible... your tongue is truly divine... yes, more... tongue my pussy more... Luenna...” The elf let out quiet moans of pleasure as she pleasured herself, lost in her fantasy of a gorgeous goddess eating her out. (I didn't know if I should split this in two and get a description of Sophie's bedroom or not. I hope this is fine. And yes, I know this is not quite what Luenna looks like, but Silfiel does not, plus this is a fantasy.)
"I'd offer you my pride as an artisan, but I imagine that without an example of my work that my word will fall on deaf ears." Leaning in as she whispers intimately for only the two of them too hear, brushing away part of her blonde hair to expose a rounded, human ear, then using her finger to trace a line across the features of her face. Her cheekbones, down to her nose, over her luscious lips, until reaching her chin which Saphielle gently guides so Ayla looks into the banshee's coldly burning eyes burrowing into her core. "These two souls you've given me, let them be my test. If the end result is pleasing, then submit to my tender embrace." Her other hand circling the wound around the chest, of the heart she had already sacrificed, teasingly close to her breasts."I promise that your soul - your essence - will be so beautiful once it lights up the jade statue from the inside instead of trapped invisibly inside this flesh." Cupping her right breast, running a finger across the nipple mounted atop its swollen peak. Smirking as she sees the reaction from the corner of her eyes. "Before we let this moment end, let tell you something about myself." Close enough that it's difficult to tell if their lips were already touching. "I used to be a sex slave. They called me Lux, short for Luxuria, because of the pleasures I offered to those who bought my services. You know, the only thing I miss from my old life is the touch of a master who knew what they wanted and not afraid to say it. So tell me, Ayla, do we have a deal? Or do you need to be convinced... hmmm, further?" Her breath laying heavy upon the queen's lips as she purred. She started to pull away, ending it as she had promised. But, slowly enough for Ayla to catch up. They still had so much to talk about, asking if she'd like to change anything or for it to be a perfect copy as she was now, taking her measurements, and more. All of it could also wait, unlife meant you had eternity ahead of you.
Sandor ignores them, grabbing their arm and pulling them into an alley, holding a finger in front of his mouth to indicate silence, and waiting for the enraged property owner to pass them by. When he hears the shouts pass, he looks back at the thief. "I'm going to need you to give me what you stole. Don't worry, I won't turn you in, but that needs to be returned to its owner." His voice is soft and kindly, though his grip is strong as iron, latching onto the thief's arm to prevent them from running. "I'm Brother Sandor. What's your name?"
"I can destroy lot's of things from here...but I feel a wave with a large enough blast radius to be sure to hit the tower would end up destroying a lot more in the process. Then it might not even destroy the thing in the first place if it's as tough as you say. Even if I can fly, I still cannot stray too far from the lamp on my own, I'm afraid. But that isn't much of an issue if you were planning to go there yourself." Zaria hearing Sarah speak, made a face briefly again, thinking about something, though not sharing what it was. "There's no telling how long I'll end up here for. I'd quite like a nice place to live....I think for these circumstances, I could count the first two as one. Why don't we just label it as a wish to outlive your enemies?" Sarah hadn't really known the dijiin for long, so it was uncertain if she'd take it as Zaria trying to be helpful or possibly planning something. It was possible that the genie didn't even know which.
Tlazohuitl barely keeps from rolling his eyes. Of course, he'd turn up in a new world to find that it's full of things that would kill him, and the people who should be in between him and them are all either gone or incompetent. It looks like he'll be cleaning it all up himself. "Let's go back to the village and work out a plan." He suggests to the hunter.
@moonblack (S'all good) Sophie's bedroom is a fairly simple room. A standard size for a bedroom with a queen size bed pressed against the wall farthest from the door, a wooden headrest rises above the back of the bed. To the left of the bed near the head there's a simple nightstand with an electronic alarm clock resting on it. A dresser rests against the wall to the right of the bed, one of the double doors open revealing a multitude of hanging clothes within, there's a number of what seems like men's clothes in there alongside what is obviously Sophie's own clothing. The bottom part of the dresser has two drawers, both closed. As the fantasy begins Silfiel can feel the Dream Goddess' tongue gently parting her folds as it plunges slowly into her, the Goddess' tongue sliding against her walls as her hand moves to gently press against her inner thigh squeezing gently as she pushes her tongue in deeper, her nose pressing lightly, but consistently against Silfiel's tender, sensitive clit. A second hand moves against Silfiel's other thigh before she can feel the goddess' index finger slowly joining her tongue inside of Silfiel, pressing in up to the last knuckle. After a few seconds the goddess presses deeper pressing her lips against Silfiel's folds as her tongue stabs deep into her and flicks violently against Silfiel's most sensitive area, beginning to relentlessly attack it with her tongue, each strike sending jolts of pleasure through Silfiel's body as the goddess slips her middle finger in along with the first as well, twisting them slowly back and forth inside of her. @Mazoku Ayla seems to almost shrink in response to Saphielle's nearness, her regal confidence gone as she shivers at the touch of Saphielle's fingers against her skin. She breathes out slowly as she listens to Saphielle's words and nods, her agreement to the proposition. She let's out a surprised gasp as Saphielle cups her breast and teases the nipple which stiffens in response, despite her undead nature she still seems to be capable of blushing as a red hue rises in her cheeks, her eyes drifting closed. Her breathing quickens as Saphielle talks about being a sex slave and missing the touch of a master and as she starts to pull away, Ayla follows until she gently presses her lips against Saphielle's own, possibly being blocked only by the thin veil, and then pulls back and slowly breathes out, "You've convinced me. I want to let your skilled hands mold me into something truly beautiful," she says and then licks her lips and whispers, "Will my new form still be able to enjoy the pleasures on offer?" she asks as her hand moves to gently run through Saphielle's hair applying slight pressure to the back of her head seemingly wanting, to pull Saphielle's lips against her own again. @Tjf The thief gasps as they're pulled into the alleyway and they stay still as they hear their pursuers pass by, they then glance back at Sandor, "Ha... You want me to return what I stole, unlikely. I went through a lot to steal it, why would I return it?" they respond and you hear a very subtle sound like metal sliding against metal before a blade slips out from the sleeve of their strange bulky disguise and they slash it towards Sandor's hand gripping their other arm, "My name, Brother Sandor, Is Inal Barsar," they say, "and you won't be forgetting it or the lesson I'm about to teach you anytime soon," @Auraicide Sasha nods, "That makes sense," she agrees, "So... Going there personally is still the best idea," she muses seeming in thought and then smiles, "Oh wow... That's quite generous of you, alright so, what do I do I just say something like 'I wish to outlive my enemies!' and it happens?" she asks standing up from the bed and starting to head over to a cupboard in the room as she continues to address the Djinn. @GenericEditor168 She nods, "Coming up with a plan sounds like a great idea," she says and offers her hand, "Come I'll lead you into the village and we'll head to my father's house. He's the mayor of Varcena. We'll talk in my room, no one will bother us there," she says starting to lead Tlazohuitl towards the town back along the path she came from earlier. The town is fairly small. A simple circular village with single story, wood and clay structures arranged around the edge of the circle, the middle of the circle having a large fire pit and various stone benches arranged around it. Patricia leads Tlazohuitl towards the largest of the clay structures, standing to the northern edge of the village. A few villager go about their business and stop to watch as Patricia and Tlazohuitl pass by, some muttering and he can catch the words, "What kind of monster is that?" from one of the villagers, Patricia doesn't seem to notice or care about the other villagers watching them.
"Good girl." Purring, pleased with the woman's answer and eagerness, letting a peal of malevolent laughter escape her lips. Saphielle allows the pressure of the queen's hand to pull her in for a quick kiss, briefly tasting her lush and wet tongue before retreating back to where they were before. "Pleasure can be found anywhere, even in the deprivation of senses. But no, Ayla, I'll make sure you feel," tightening the grip her thumb and forefinger had over the nipple, twisting it ever so slightly. "everything. Sensations that a glutton awakening to her own lusts will never tire of." Easing her grip, brushing gently against her nipple as she moves her hand to the center of her chest. She pushes Ayla, a shove supported by the weight of the desert elf's body moving to straddle the queen on her throne. Cupping her cheeks, pulling her into a long and full kiss holding nothing back. Parting with a string of translucent saliva between them, Saphielle smiles broadly. "Tell me, Queen of the Dead, are you truly a ruler, or do you wish to submit to your mistress and learn your proper place?" Either way, letting the stirring Dawn have her first taste of the fairer sex was an experience to be savored, her hidebound society kept the joy of a woman submitting to another woman so cruelly from her. She might even learn something about herself. Two first, Saphielle guessed, letting her gleaming eyes roam the beautiful Ayla beneath her with undisguised desire. "I'll tell no one your answer." Leaning in as she breathed into the lich's uncovered ear, faint as if the words hadn't actually been there.
“Oh, goddess... yes, like that... so good... Luenna... you're incredible... more... tongue my pussy more... Luenna...” Silfiel moaned in pleasure lost in her fantasy, her arousal growing rapidly under the skilled assault. She put one hand on her lover's head to keep her in place while her other hand continued playing with her tits. “Goddess, yes... incredible... more... Luenna...” the elf could feel she was getting close, this particular fantasy proving a lot more arousing than she had expected “Yes... almost there.... Luenna... more... tongue my pussy more... use your divine fingers more... Luenna...” Silfiel let out gasps of pleasure, feeling an orgasm approaching as the beautiful naked goddess in her dream continued pleasuring her with tongue and fingers.
"Done." The words were spoken as soon as she asked. There wasn't any great flash of magic on Zaria's part or sudden change to Sasha, but the acknowledgment was made clear. "Unless you got any loose ends floating around, this should be simple." Whatever the dijinn was gearing the girl towards, it was hard to say if it was for the better or worse. The genie now had a proper order that would actually enable her to get some of her magic flowing. The smile held on Zaria's face as her body began to burn brighter, flashing into pure whiteness and starting to crackle into flickers and flares of flames as it broke apart, Sarah's body doing the same, scattered on the wind. Then by the time the girl could blink, they were somewhere else. Zaria might not be able to move away from her lamp, but rather, she used the solution of simply moving the holder which would enable her to warp as well. She took a look at the surroundings trying to survey the open space they had ended up with for any signs of great war machines. Needing to locate one particular spot across the entire planet wasn't an easy task. Her only method of operation was to use the last known location the assassin provided and hoped either the machine would be close by or there would be some hint to where it was now.
Sandor sighs, grabbing the thief's other wrist and squeezing hard, until the blade clatters to the ground. "Tsk, you try to help someone out, and they spit it in your face." Pulling the thief to the edge of the alleyway, he gives the hooded figure a stern look. "Do something like that again, and I swear that I'm taking you straight to the person you stole from, Luenna help me, I'll do it." He removes his hand from their wrist, making it very clear that he can grapple them again in a flash, before pulling back Inal's hood. "Now, give me the thing you stole. If you're really in need of some money, I have an idea for how you can get some, but you need to give me the item so I can return it. Theft is wrong."
He's used to it by this point, so he just sticks close to Patricia and keeps an eye out for anyone who looks like they might do something more than mutter angrily. If no one stops them, he'll sit down with her in her room and ask. "What are the biggest threats to the village, other than Carson?"
