Thritch approaches the other door.
So, a few ideas: Run Agents of L.U.S.T. again. Different world, maybe, but the same premise. (For those who haven't played - you universe-hop and...
Would anyone want to play some kind of RPG? I have a few ideas kicking around.
(Sorry for the delay.) Lozli is interested in Kraltha, and aroused, but she is also terrified of the dragon. "Yes." She says, in a quavering...
"Y-Yes, it is true... mostly..." She slightly backs away as the dragon purrs in her ear, before resuming her old stance. "Erm... I don't know what...
"L-Lozli, madam..." She blushes, scales darkening, and half-flinches away from the dragon's touch.
He does indeed have some minions around. The first one she comes across is a red-scaled female. She's a proper red-scale, the red of a sunset...
"I would have given it my all, anyway - it would be a bad idea not to, given the circumstances. But, I'm sure if you want to be noticed, I could...
Shesten heads to the elevator to find his minions, before returning to the main group regardless of whether or not they're there. He walks up to...
"I agree with the dragon. With everything you've told us," He bites down the word "pointlessly" "We'll be able to plan our course of action from...
*blows dust off this RPG* So, I'm going to say this is dead. BUT, I am now writing a story based off this idea on the main site. Would anyone like...
Is this still going? I want to write more kobold sex.
Shesten gives up trying to follow the babbling halfway through, and instead simply keeps watching Carmen's growing arousal while trying to keep an...
Back.
Likely going to be off for a while.
Thritch pulls his foot out of the skeleton and keeps walking, looking through the room.
A2.
"Your will shall, of course, be done." Shesten bows - it's difficult to be too fawning at these events, he's heard. "Might I ask to be told what...
"Well, you heard the shade. Find somewhere to wait outside." Shesten says to his minions. He then turns to the group. "I'm Shesten. I rule a...
Thritch tries to shut his nose against the dusty smell, but mosly fails. Torch in one hand, sword in the other, he heads to the opened door and...
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