It all starts in a tavern....

"I've... had... better!" He responded with a smirk to match her own. Clearly this was a matter of pride, and he was gonna wound Luna's just a tad. Or a lot. it really depended on how she took it.

Her own orgasm encouraged the merchant's, and as her nails ruined the paintjob on the wagon, rather rude really, he himself sprayed his baby batter deep into her bowls. Molten hot filling her up in hard, deep, forceful spurts. Sadly not spurts that would have surged into her womb and caused her to get puppies, but still inside her none the less.

Holding inside, with a "Take every... last... drop...", he finally pulled out of her gaping ass, covered in saliva and cum. "Well... that was fun. Right... what was it you wanted again?"
 
Once he pulled out of her winking pucker she slid down the wagon to slump on the ground. With her face pressed against it and her knee's, still trapped in her pants, keeping her ass stuck up in the air. "You were going to give my friends there 15% less than cost," she panted. Then looked to the elf and angel. Waving them off. "You two go make the purchase. I'll be with you in a minute. Just need to catch my breath..." She said all of this with her cheek still pressed to the dirt. In truth she wasn't sure she could even stand up yet. Now that the fun had stopped she could feel the soreness setting in from the merchants over sized battering ram.

"Oh, and you're an asshole," she muttered to the merchant.
 
"Don't care, got laid." Was his response, leading the others around the corner, and once more opening up the shop and showing off the wares, leaving Luna behind to rest and recover. And who knows what, with her ass faced upwards for anyone to use. Perhaps an enterprising sort could even set up a small stand and allow Luna to make some side change. But for now, we'll move over, to elf-chan and angel-san to determine what purchases they intend to make. Or was that elf-san and angel-chan? Eh, whatever.

Minor Potion of Health 20 Gold
Minor Potion of Mana 20 gold
Sword of Smiting 290 gold
Armor of Superior Protection 290 gold
Gauntlets of Greater Striking 255 gold

amazing what the power of anal sex and blowjobs at lowering prices. One would wonder if the elf merchant would be enticed by such offers as well. But for now, they had their pick of what was currently listed and the like, at the discount offered.
 
Medrakis leaps to his (slightly shaky) feet and runs away from the dwarf.

(If you need a Dexterity roll to see if he makes it away, I got a 3).
 
From the moment Pharen had dropped his breeches Sierra had been aghast. Every sensible part of her screamed at her to stop this lurid and depraved transaction from taking place; after all, there was no way this could be how people pay for goods. Could it? But she couldn't bring herself to move. Part of her rationalized that it was because Luna seemed to be perfectly fine with it. The wolf girl wasn't running, fighting back, or biting down; and Valerie didn't seem to be all that concerned either so why should she? Even when the merchant forced his member all the way down Luna's throat and she looked to be suffocating, Sierra still did nothing. As Pharen mercilessly pounded Luna's ass Sierra only watched in horrid fascination. The longer the 'transaction' went on, the more the rage filled fire in her gut roared at her to stop this. But she never did, and when she asked herself why the answer made her very uncomfortable.

Because there was another fire burning farther down that needed to see this.

She felt a tingle of excitement in her nether regions the moment the merchant popped his impressive dick out of his pants, and throughout the whole encounter, Sierra's eyes never left it. The angel had never watched two mortals copulate before, she'd always found it distasteful while she was still with her brothers and sisters. But now, here, having come to the mortal world she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. As Luna pleasured it with her mouth Sierra found herself growing wet between her legs. As Pharen shoved it down her throat Sierra's wings fluttered slightly in excited shock, and when Luna offered the merchant her ass Sierra found her knees grow weaker. And now Sierra found herself regretting not kneeling down next to her companion those few minutes ago. Her hands fidgeted and her feathers ruffled as this newly discovered sensation rippled through her. Sierra found her breathing become irregular, as she unconsciously bit her lip.

When it was finally over, and Luna directed Valerie and her to decide what items to acquire, Sierra was barely cognizant of Luna's words. Instead all of her attention and focus was on not ripping off all of her clothes and trying to pleasure herself. A debauched idea ran through her mind that she wanted the scene in front of her to continue, only with herself in Luna's place. But the moment that happened the merchant's breeches were fastened back in place, and her mind and will returned.

Trying to shake off her daze, Sierra responded "I... I d-don't... It doesn't matter. W-whatever you feel is necessary." Then with a hard swallow she stated "I-I need to depart. I shall rejoin you shortly."

With that, Sierra beat her wings and shot into the air.

Once above the buildings and away from the crowd Sierra stretched her wings and just glided on the air currents. It was one of her favorite things to do, just soar above the world and just revel in the wind passing under her wings. It was relaxing, soothing, calming and never failed to clear her mind of troubled thoughts. But today it did. The memory of what she just witnessed seared into her mind and no matter how long she flew she just couldn't get rid of it. She didn't know how long she was up in the sky, but her wings eventually grew tired, a still unfamiliar feeling, and she knew she had to land. That was when she heard it.

Perhaps heard was the wrong word, maybe felt was better; but wherever she was, Sierra could always sense nearby holy artifacts. And this one seemed to be coming from the local house of worship. With an errant idea that perhaps being there would bring solace to her troubled thoughts, Sierra turned towards it and then descended.
 
“Well, it least one of us is enjoying the show...” Valerie commented as she noticed the angel's reactions to what Luna and the merchant were doing. Though probably no one heard her.

When the merchant fastened his breeches Valerie figured that it was over and all that was left was for them to buy what they want. To her surprise, however, her angelic companion suddenly declared that she needed to depart and promptly left, flying away to parts unknown (though hopefully not far) before anyone could stop her. The elf blinked a few times as she found herself one companion short. “Would have been nice if she had at least told us what she wants...” She sighed. “Guess it's up to us to decide for her...” She turned her gaze to Luna. “Or rather, just to me...” She added as she realized that Luna would likely be unavailable for a bit longer.

Sighing again the elf made her way back to the merchant and started examining the Armor of Superior Protection, wanting to be sure it really was what the merchant claimed before actually buying – even with the discount Luna had earned it was still rather costly, plus they still had other things to buy, such as rations, tents, bedrolls, and the urn.

Intelligence: 20
Intelligence roll (check enchantments): 17

Wisdom: 15
Wisdom roll (appraise the actual value): 3

(OOC: How much money do we have, again? Kinda lost track.

And whoa, that was close – if I had only tried appraising the value of the armor I would have failed the check. Checking for enchantments first will cost me an extra point of Stamina, but it's definitely worth it.)
 
(Sorry about that, been sick with the flu for a few days)

1000 Silver

The so called armor of superior protection wasn't all that great. It was clearly made, and enchanted by a novice. While this would ultimately mean that it would be useful enough for some protection, it was far from finding Excalibur. But then again, it was fairly cheap.

Vest of Superior Protection
Poor Leather Armor
+1 Enchantment
(DR 2)

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The dragonborn vaulted off, watching as the dwarf got sick all over himself, before passing out in a pile of sick and beer. And gods knew what else. Likely not something the dragonborn was going to dwell on, especially seeing the man seemed to finally be dealt with, and passed out. Well, he could always claim he won a grand battle against him.

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Sierra quickly found herself the very christian like church. Why this type? Well, for some reason it seemed most places of worship had the same design in mind when manufacturing. It made for excellent cost cutting. Although it also made things a bit awkward when an evil cleric went to study at a good aligned temple. Many laughs were had, than stabbings.

This one, fortunately for Siera, it was a good aligned one. Unfortunately, it was also to a god of wine, women, debauchery, and song. There was thankfully no orgy, it wasn't tuesday after all, but what she was met with was a chubby, balding priest who looked over her. "Egads!" He said, hiding growing lust. "It's an angel!"
 
Sierra nodded respectfully to the priest after he startled. "Forgive me father" she said apologetically "I did not mean to startle you." Then with a shrug she added "In fact I did not realize anyone would be here."

She examined the decor of the church. It somewhat astounded her that the architecture humans chose to model their houses of worship with was so different from that the angels devoted to the same deity. She often wondered why her lord didn't just send a messenger to instruct the mortals in proper aesthetics. But if she was to actually think about angelic architecture she would realize it would be quite impossible to recreate in the moral world. But she supposed these human monuments had a certain level of craftsmanship to them.

With a subtle shake of her head she stepped past the priest towards the alter and knelt down in front of it. She bowed her head, shut her eyes, and spoke a silent prayer; when she was finished, she stood and turned towards the priest again. "But since you're here, perhaps you might be able to help me." she said thinking nothing of the fact this could very well be the first time the priest met a creature who, until this moment, he might only have thought to exist in mythology or theology. "While I was flying I... sensed something from this holy site. Do you have any artifacts or relics here perchance?"
 
Valerie sighed in disappointment as she examined the armor. Not impressed. Pretty crappy overall. Unfortunately that seems to be the only body armor available here, and it would be a pity to not buy it after we got a discount... Hopefully we'll have better luck with future purchases.

“We'll take the... Armor of Superior Protection.” She said to the merchant after reaching her decision. “And three healing potions, too.” The elf added a moment later. She considered buying two healing potions and one mana potion, but based on what she knew about her companions healing potions seemed like they would be more useful, so she went with three healing ones. “That is a nice round 350 gold, correct?”

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, I tried to speed things up a bit.)
 
"Correct." The merchant stated, looking over the reddish hued bottles with some disinterest, before laying them out. "Not as strong as some healing spells, but they'll do well in a pinch. I just... wouldn't recommend their taste." He stated as a matter of fact. "The materials are rather bitter and strong, although some people do mix in a bit of honey to try to make it go down easy. That is, of course,y your call."

Taking the gold, he pushed the vest forward. At least it was magical, even if it was low quality.

In the back, Luna's rump up pose attracted trouble. While she rested and recovered, suddenly she felt little hands pull down her pants, and a dick shoved into her pussy. Looking behind, she'd see that goblin from before, happily humping against her pussy, giving her tail a squeeze.
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"Umm, well, er, yes. This is a holy temple. It stands to reason we'd have a few." He stated coyly, getting the impression that she meant the holy relic that they were entursted to. The mighty Penetrator, the neon pink weapon of the gods that had... well, he really didn't know. The paladin who had used it, hadn't been particularly up front about it, but seeing as this was a lewd shrine. "But if you mean the sacred weapon... you must be prepared to withstand the trials. Are you prepared?"
 
At the priest's words Sierra didn't even try to fight back a smile. 'A sacred weapon!' she thought 'How fortuitous! It must be divine will that I receive exactly what I need!'

She pushed her earlier troubled thoughts away as she replied "This sacred weapon is no doubt exactly what I need and why the divine guided me here!" Then with confidence added "If your holy rites require that I prove my worthiness then I shall gladly face these trials! And I thank you for your faith and devotion."
 
Tassyth had been asleep for roughly an hour or so when a deep grumbling interrupted her sleep. She rolled onto her side and tried to ignore it when her belly rumbled again that produced a deep growl that rivaled her own.Irritably, she rolled over again. This time on her back and she almost returned to her slumber when suddenly several loud thuds shook the tavern. With an irritable huff, she rolled back over and climbed to her feet. With a long stretch of her front legs, she stretched herself like a cat would. Her upper body going low while her lower body and tail went high. The claws on her front feet dug into the mattress and tore deep gashes into it.

Looking around the room, she expected the meal she requested to be inside her room. Another deep growl rumbled the room. This one again from her stomach as she pulled her cloak over her body and peeked outside. The lack of a plate outside of her room confirmed her suspicion that the barkeep had ignored her requests and therefore had little choice but to find food for herself.

Making her way down the stairs, Tassyth saw the unconscious dwarf lying in a pool of his own sick. The dragon trodded down to the last step before reaching the creature and regarded him. Her nose naturally tilted up in disgust at him before muttering "Hoardthief." under her breath. Carefully she stepped over the pile of ick and examined the room. It was still mostly abandoned other than the other one who was still there. What was his name? She couldn't remember. In the end, it didn't really matter. Her belly was the most important thing to her now.

Tassyth walked up to the bar and ignored the dragonborn and depending on the layout of the bar; she either climbed over it or moved around it and entered into the door behind it. Presumably into the kitchen*.

(*although that's up to the GM if that's where the actual door leads)
 
With a surprised grunt Luna tensed. Making her clamp down on her pussy's unannounced guest. Twisting her head around she tried to glare at the goblin but her expression quickly shifted to a toe curling moan that she couldn't hold back. "Gaahh, w-what the fuck, you little green runt!"

Her head fell back down. Pressing her cheek back into the dirt and puffing up little clouds of it with every panting breath. She didn't try to stop him yet though. Not that she could with her legs still shaking from the pounding her ass had just taken and with her pants around her knees.
 
“Thank you, I'll keep the taste in mind.” Valerie said to the merchant as she took the healing potions she had just bought and put them in her backpack. Then she picked up the vest – fortunately it wasn't particularly heavy – and went to check up on Luna... only to find her getting fucked by some goblin! “WHAT is going on here?” She demanded to know in a stern voice.
 
Divine will giving her exactly what she needed. It was surely innocent in thought, but it tempted the powers that be. After all, when a servant turned their nose up and said they knew best, it was a bit of a slight. Even more when your masters were literal gods capable of controlling the very essence of the world. And were petty. Gods were not good people. Not that the priest was aware of his being a cog in this perverted fate any more than a tea leaf knows the history of the east india trading company. "Well..." The priest stated, motioning to the nearby alter, the stone slab with candles upon it, before going to it, and pressing his hand against the side.

Rolling back, it led to a dark passage, leading deep underground. "There are three tests." He stated. "Purity, Endurance, and Bravery. You are free to bring any allies you may wish, for the ask... is daunting to say the least." He didn't tell her that the first test was simply checking to see if she was a virgin. The second being fingered until she came. And third was sucking off a minotaur. But there likely would be fewer applicants to that sort of thing.
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Luna was rocked back and forth, sending up dust as she was fucked by the little green goblin. He had slowed down and looked fearful at first. Afraid the beast woman might rise up and strike him down... but the whorish moan, and the face planting back into the ground caused the little creature to become bolder. Reaching between her thighs, and strumming the nub of her clit, as he hammered into her.

He stopped, balls deep within Luna as Valerie turned the corner. Her loud "WHAT is going on here?" caused him to slow down, only dragging his dick slightly back and forth, before his pistoning stop. Wide, yellow eyes stared at her for a moment. "Ummm...." He said, looking down at the wolf girl, and up at her. "Bartering for a map?" He said, unconvincingly.
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The dragon just couldn't find the bar keep anywhere. In reality, at this point he was out of town, running as fast as his stubby little legs could carry him. To what end? Well, likely some garrison several towns over. To rally a mighty host against the would be attacker and looter that was the scaly beast. Leaving most patrons to get a free meal, drink, and whatever coin they could find.

There was, of course, a door to the side of the bar. But it was not particularly dragon accessable. In truth, her frame caused her wings and arms to brush up against the sides of the bar, dragging against various spirits and ales that were commonly used. Nothing expensive, as the average adventurer and peasant generally wanted cheap booze.

Dragging herself through the door,she found the kitchen she was looking for. The smell of burning meat filled her nose, as she noted the leg of beef was charred beyond recognition over a pit. Various old, and frankly unappetizing looking vegtables in crates also greeted her, as well as hanging slabs of very salted and smoked meat.
 
Luna glanced over her shoulder once more when the goblin paused to answer. "I never asked for any map!" Using the pause Valerie had given her Luna took the moment to take a deep breath and control herself. Then she planted both hands firmly on the ground and pushed up hard! Of course this pushed her right back against the goblin, burying his green cock even deeper inside her, but she hoped her size and strength would be enough to topple the green runt. Putting her in a more advantageous position. Even if her legs were still tangled up in her pants.

((STR is 15. I rolled a 6.))
 
Arrogance, Overconfidence, Pride, and Reckless abandon almost caused Sierra to descend into the underground without thought or concern for what these trials may entail. She was certain of her own ability to overcome any obstacle that might lay in her path, but when the priest told her that she could bring allies she paused. None of her new companions struck her as devout or faithful to any particular deity, especially not Sierra's own, but perhaps all they required was exposure and an introduction towards the worlds' beliefs. Even failing that, should her companions falter in the tasks this temple would subject her too that might give her a better idea of whom would need her protection most whilst they embarked on their most noble quest.

"Noble priest!" Sierra exclaimed at the crest of the stairway, "I'm eager to face these holy and noble trials, and while I have no doubt that I shall emerge triumphant! I am also to be travelling with companions and out of respect for them I feel it necessary to allow them to accompany me as I partake in these sacred tasks. While I am uncertain as to weather they wish to join me I feel the need to offer them the opportunity."

Sierra turned and walked back towards the entrance to the church before stating. "FEAR NOT!!! I shall return shortly."

Then with a beat of her wings, the angel was airborne and travelling back towards the tavern. Hopefully her companions had gathered there once again.
 
“Oh, really.” Was Valerie's deadpan reply to the goblin's words. “Well, go 'barter' with someone else!” She told the little guy. Then seeing Luna's attempt to get up, she moved closer and tried to help separate the wolf girl from the goblin. Or at least help her get up.

Valerie's Strength: 8
Strength Roll: 6

Valerie's Dexterity: 12
Dexterity Roll: 1

(Wasn't sure which stat would be better to use here, so made rolls for both.)
 
Between's Luna display of strength and dexterity, and Valerie's quick movements, Luna was soon on her feet. The goblin fell out of it with a soft, wet, pop. He rubbed his hip in the pain. His little goblinhood was fairly large on his smaller frame, although was still a bit below average compared to a human or a dwarf. Still, more power to the little green skin.

However, seeing how Luna was free, and how Valerie was not happy with his presence, he gave a soft squeak before darting off, pulling up his pants in the process, and getting a heavy case of blue balls.

For Luna's part, while getting fucked in her pussy had thankfully been cut short, she could feel the luke warm cum flowing out of her ass, and a stinging pain in it. Likely, it had been an unfortunate experience with the cocky (literally) asshole, but at least they had got something. Namely a piece of leather armor it looked like. And a few potions.

It was at this point the angel returned, likely beaming with news at a divine weapon... although likely not fully understanding the lewdness of the trials ahead of her... or the likelyhood her allies would likely do lewd and debauched things to her during said trial.
 
Valerie looked at the now-standing Luna. “Let's go back to the tavern for a bit.” She suggested. “I think you need a bit of rest after all the.. negotiating... you did, and I'd rather not carry this vest around. I'll leave it with Medrakis for safekeeping – or just give it to Sierra, if she happens to be back already, though that seems unlikely. We can check the rest of the shops and get the Urn later.” She suggested to her companion.
 
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