The Adventurer's Guild - RP Thread

[moonblack]

"Alright then, mate. Up you go. Try not to attract attention." The elf behind the counter says, licking his lips.

“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.

 

[youdontknowme87]

"Indeed..." Lydia grins, heading arm in arm with Delphi into one of the buildings, moving through the shadowy halls. The blonde's fingers dip under Delphi's undergarment, stroking her clit. "Someone's excited for her lesson." The teacher grins, before opening a door and entering an office with Delphi. She leans in, lips pressing against the skald's.

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.

 

[Tjf]

Eliane would roll her Eyes and think for a bit. "Even better actually..." She mumbles. If He would Run across The Graveyard Like a scared Chicken He might actually lure Out her target...

She Fakes a psychotic Expression and lets Go of him, stopping to carry him Up The Stairs and dropping him before drawing her Sword.

"Run little Piggy...Show me how those feet can move"

"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.

 

[Tjf]

"N-no need." Fei replies, mostly thinking the closed windows will help in muffling the sounds of what's about to happen. But she couldn't deny how much her arousal has affected her, to the point that breathing in the fat man's potent musk made her shiver with excitement. "Huh? Oh, y-yes." Fei gulps, moving to kneel between his legs. Salivating as she's inches away from the source of the mind numbing musk drowning out the air. She looks into his eyes, wondering if he wanted her to remove his trousers, or if he was planning on teasing her further.

"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.

 

[Tjf]

"Your grandfather had me do information gathering a few times. Your father didn't, but I still had to keep up with a lot of scheming behind his back. I learned a few things." She took a pause for a moment. "If it helps, your grandfather never asked any of the staff for that for himself."

"Human men are weak to elven women. And orcs. And gnomes, even. I have the face. I have the body. There's only one type I can't land." She said it with confidence as they walked. But she froze a bit, realizing she'd be dealing with exactly that.

Other elves.

Seeing the man at the desk, she could already get the sense he was probably the type who wouldn't trust her. She still didn't actually understand the meaning of the elf aversion to purple. She doubted there was many left who even actually know. She probably wouldn't find out from this man either.

"Apologies, sir. I'm Meira, maid, bodyguard, retainer, for Lady Celeste Josphenine Madenguarde." She then gestured over to the blond. It was better to let her do the talking here. Even here, someone in his position probably had to know nobility's name and he wouldn't be able to go up against her. "My lady wishes to request the release of a man you guard had taken into custody."

She kept polite, but to the point. She didn't bother with too much excessive flattery. It wouldn't work on his type. She doubted being the purple haired witch even mattered. She found it doubtful he really liked anybody. It wasn't as if she was ugly either. Maybe that played a role? Perhaps with her color, and her looks, she was so pretty it was scary? Or scarily pretty?

She didn't know. She had total confidence in her breasts and her face. But she almost had to wonder if that played into the problem, like she was some sort of entity that should not be. She couldn't say.

Still, it was probably best to just let Celeste do most of the talking.

"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.

 

[Tjf]

„From what I have know, Macek used to work for count, until to turn to bandits way of life”. Claudia speaks. „Give me something useful, I don’t care about his motives, but about his actions. By the way, what is your name”?

"...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."

 

[asddas193]

"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.

"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.

 

[Regin34]

"...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."

„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”?

 

[Thorn_]

"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.

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.

 

[Tjf]

Zendar looked at the lock with a frown. Then he shrugged. There were ways around such... Obstacles. First, he walked around - after all, if someone invests in doors and lock, she probably was stingy about walls, fence and windows.

Ofcourse, if there was no weak point... Well, there was always magic. His art was mostly about organic life but, spell 'drain life' did work on not organic matter... It was just damn slow. But it was alright, he had time. If there was no other way he would simply find the weakest point in the structure - if not the lock or chain, then what the chain was attached, and use spell to corrode.

If that was not an option, then he ould use simple physics - a leverer to break one of the chain links...

And if that fails... Well, he will find a grave of some poor soul that would be around in the area and raise a wraight. The undead's cold touch would be enough to change the temperature of chain link enough for it to shatter with enough force applied.

Smiling to himself, with enough solutions at hand, Zendar the Bigdream, went about trying one solution after the other, until he managed to get inside the tomb.

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.

 

[Tjf]

Eliza nodded at the massive human and took his offered hand. Standing herself she replied "True enough."

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."

 

[Tjf]

Elf starts tapping table inpatiently. He needs to wait until the symptoms start showing proper then see if merchant starts drinking. He needs to be able to slip away with the redhead without merchant starting a ruckus.

A little bored, elf starts to ponder a little. How would it be like to be owned, ordered around, plowed whenever merchant desires, reduced to an object. Elf gets a little excited but he discards the idea, merchant was a little too fat for his taste. But if it comes to it or if he needs to get guards off his ass(quite literally in this case), then he guesses that he would do it.

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.

 

[Tjf]

“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.

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.

 

[majus]

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.

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.

 

[Remin]

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.

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.

 

[Tjf]

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.

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.

 

[Tjf]

"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.

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.

 

[Tjf]

„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”?

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..."

 

[asddas193]

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.

"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.

 

[Tjf]

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.

"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.