The Adventurer's Guild - RP Thread

[Tjf]

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.

The orange glow provides some warmth, but the tomb still seems remarkably cold, as Zendak descends the stairs. The closest coffins are the oldest, the progenitors of this noble house. The bodies inside, he's sure from experience, will be withered away and little more than dust. Those souls are among the hardest to capture. Luckily, his intended target should be fresher, and thus easier to tame.

He heads down floor after floor, the air becoming stale as layer after layer of Earth and stone seperate him from the surface. Finally, though, he arrives at the most recent level - below which is merely a ditch, dug out but not decorated, as its future inhabitants haven't died yet.

There are three coffins in here

- Helsing von Ausling, from its age and the male name, Zendak assumes this was the countess' Father.
- Claudia von Ausling, this one is roughly the same age as the father's. He guesses this was the mother.
- Liberl von Grout, from the different name, Zendak assumes this was her husband.

Standing among the coffins, Zendak thinks. He can summon the spirits of any number of them - though doing multiple at the same time will make it harder. The degree of control he can exert depends on how well the ritual goes - at its best, necromancy can make a ghost completely obedient to the point of being unable to even consider disobedience. On the other side of the equation, if he does a poor job, the ghost will be trying to free itself and take revenge - or be free from the start if he fucks up particularly badly.

 

[majus]

The orange glow provides some warmth, but the tomb still seems remarkably cold, as Zendak descends the stairs. The closest coffins are the oldest, the progenitors of this noble house. The bodies inside, he's sure from experience, will be withered away and little more than dust. Those souls are among the hardest to capture. Luckily, his intended target should be fresher, and thus easier to tame.

He heads down floor after floor, the air becoming stale as layer after layer of Earth and stone seperate him from the surface. Finally, though, he arrives at the most recent level - below which is merely a ditch, dug out but not decorated, as its future inhabitants haven't died yet.

There are three coffins in here

- Helsing von Ausling, from its age and the male name, Zendak assumes this was the countess' Father.
- Claudia von Ausling, this one is roughly the same age as the father's. He guesses this was the mother.
- Liberl von Grout, from the different name, Zendak assumes this was her husband.

Standing among the coffins, Zendak thinks. He can summon the spirits of any number of them - though doing multiple at the same time will make it harder. The degree of control he can exert depends on how well the ritual goes - at its best, necromancy can make a ghost completely obedient to the point of being unable to even consider disobedience. On the other side of the equation, if he does a poor job, the ghost will be trying to free itself and take revenge - or be free from the start if he fucks up particularly badly.

Zendar hummed as he stud above the graves.

He needed a source of information... One would suffice. But if he called all three of them, he could use them later. He smiled as he started casting spell - it was a little random, but he could control main targets. The former countess was a priority, and if he managed, the husband of the current countess would be next, followed by the father.

He started casting the spell, the green aura lighting the walls, mixing with the orange's aura. The foul words that spread from his lips, like a course, as if he was defiling the goddess of life herself... Oh, how it warmed his heart every time he cast the spell -the thought of that busty goddess was spoiled by his casting, as if he was spitting on her or coming on her face. It wasn't happening like that, but the thought made him happy.

With the final words, the spell exploded, green streaks wrapping itself around first coffin...

 

[Tjf]

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.

Soon, the redhead doubles forward, retching. The merchaant grips her arm, and together the two head away from the feast hall - this time not to the privy, but in the direction of the front gate, and the exit.

 

[Tjf]

"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.

"Heheh, that's what I thought - you Eastern sluts are as needy as the stories about you say." The farmer chuckles. "That's right, touch yourself." He looks down. "Though I think you want something a little bigger down there..."

 

[asddas193]

"Heheh, that's what I thought - you Eastern sluts are as needy as the stories about you say." The farmer chuckles. "That's right, touch yourself." He looks down. "Though I think you want something a little bigger down there..."

“Mmmh, mmhhhm.” Fei slobbers all over his cock, leaving a sheen of her saliva on his shaft. “Mmmh, mmmh.” With her arousal at an all time high, Fei couldn’t refute his words. Instead she looks up into his eyes, nodding at his words about something bigger. As her fingers tease her moist lower lips, her juices continuously flowing down her inner thighs.

 

[Tjf]

Zendar hummed as he stud above the graves.

He needed a source of information... One would suffice. But if he called all three of them, he could use them later. He smiled as he started casting spell - it was a little random, but he could control main targets. The former countess was a priority, and if he managed, the husband of the current countess would be next, followed by the father.

He started casting the spell, the green aura lighting the walls, mixing with the orange's aura. The foul words that spread from his lips, like a course, as if he was defiling the goddess of life herself... Oh, how it warmed his heart every time he cast the spell -the thought of that busty goddess was spoiled by his casting, as if he was spitting on her or coming on her face. It wasn't happening like that, but the thought made him happy.

With the final words, the spell exploded, green streaks wrapping itself around first coffin...

Spoiler: Raise Undead Minor Hero Roll

D100+20+10-30 (3 targets at once)=58 (minor Success)

The room shines brightly in a green/blue flash as suddenly the spirits of the dead emerge, ethereal and howling, from their coffins. Spectral flashes travel the room, before stopping, materialising in the shape of an elderly man and a slightly younger one.

"Who awakens us?" A harsh whisper sounds from the older ghost. Looking around, Zendak sees hide nor hair of the mother.

"Where is she? I feel her... We must return!" The husband says.

 

[Regin34]

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..."

„Which merchants? Names and when they are coming to island”? Claudia asked with stern voice, thinking already about solutions of this problem. Maybe she could hide out near the lake and watch them as they leave their position.
„Why are you protecting him? Is he your relative, friend or something”?

 

[majus]

Spoiler: Raise Undead Minor Hero Roll

D100+20+10-30 (3 targets at once)=58 (minor Success)

The room shines brightly in a green/blue flash as suddenly the spirits of the dead emerge, ethereal and howling, from their coffins. Spectral flashes travel the room, before stopping, materialising in the shape of an elderly man and a slightly younger one.

"Who awakens us?" A harsh whisper sounds from the older ghost. Looking around, Zendak sees hide nor hair of the mother.

"Where is she? I feel her... We must return!" The husband says.

What? Only two ghosts? Does he started developing problems in performing?

This.... This doesn't happen to him!

With a snarl he waved his hand at the two ghosts.

"Obey!" He all but commanded, nay, demanded! The invisible chains, flashed green around the ghosts's limbs and collars around their necks. "You, will obey me! Now, Helsing, Liber where is Claudia!? Who do you feel!?" He asked, demanding answers. He would not be denied!

 

[Remin]

Soon, the redhead doubles forward, retching. The merchaant grips her arm, and together the two head away from the feast hall - this time not to the privy, but in the direction of the front gate, and the exit.

Oh. So much for his plan. Elf couldn't help but chuckle as he sees the pair heading for the exit. In all honesty, it saved him some time. Who knows how many hours he'd need to spend at the feast before they leave.

He might even get a chance to use pouch of fluorescent cyan powder he has in his bag. It might sound silly, putting on some shining paint on ears and face to kidnap someone, but it worked really well for the elf. Standing in a dark room, only cyan glow visible from the black void, emerging like a demon out of gaping maw of the darkest night.

Not only was it intimidating, it was surprisingly practical. It's hard to see rest of the elf in the dark. To be frank the elf just loves to do that, even appearing at house of his prettier clients in the middle of the night, letting them know job was completed while asking them in a hushed, whispering tone if he could offer them anything else. Few resisted as he pinned then down.

Now he can finally get into his element, stalking his target from the shadows of the night. Actually he got so worked up over the entire feast he couldn't remember if it was night or day.

As he gets up from the table and heads to the exit after the merchant, he glances at the windows to check what time it is.

 

[Avatar Kyoshi]

"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.

Eliane gets her Dagger Back and draws her Sword before heading Up The Stairs of The Crypt to See what is Happening.

 

[moonblack]

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.

Eran gave a friendly wave to the owl as he examined the room. Hmm, kinda reminds me of a witch's abode... hopefully the owl is not some sort of familiar or guardian the human left behind... He thought as he began slowly and carefully searching the room for anything that would help him find the woman. As he searched he made sure to keep an eye on the owl, just in case.

 

[Omega98]

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."

Despite the seriousness with which he said it and the implications of how precarious Collingworth was, Eliza's thoughts were transfixed on one thing. "He thinks I'm beautiful."

Another smile crept across her face at that and she to a moment to respond. "Ah thank you Ser Oropho, and I'll keep that in mind. I'm sure so long as you or Maelon are around I shouldn't be in too much trouble."

 

[Thorn_]

"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.

"Maybe."

She whispered it quickly, while making sure the elf wasn't looking as she placed a hand against Celeste's neckline to quick detach her necklace and hide it. After she did that, she'd follow behind keep it in her own pocket out of sight as she made her way.

She didn't know what the old elf was thinking with this, but she would go along with it for now and try to wait for the opportunity to slip it to him to return to Celeste later.

 

[Tjf]

“Mmmh, mmhhhm.” Fei slobbers all over his cock, leaving a sheen of her saliva on his shaft. “Mmmh, mmmh.” With her arousal at an all time high, Fei couldn’t refute his words. Instead she looks up into his eyes, nodding at his words about something bigger. As her fingers tease her moist lower lips, her juices continuously flowing down her inner thighs.

"Heheh, why don't you get on the bed for me?" The farmer licks his lips, looking at her.

 

[asddas193]

"Heheh, why don't you get on the bed for me?" The farmer licks his lips, looking at her.

"Mhaaaahn!" Fei moans, pulling herself back. Leaving a coat of saliva on the farmer's cock, as she greedily swallows. "Aaaahn." She moans, letting him see the inside of her mouth, and how she's gulped down the mess she cleaned from his shaft. With her arousal at an all time high, Fei crawls toward the bed. Getting on all fours, all the farmer had to do was pull aside the flap of he qipao to let him see her soaked underwear.

 

[Tjf]

„Which merchants? Names and when they are coming to island”? Claudia asked with stern voice, thinking already about solutions of this problem. Maybe she could hide out near the lake and watch them as they leave their position.
„Why are you protecting him? Is he your relative, friend or something”?

"I dunno... Antonin... Andrzej too, sometimes?" The peasant shrugs. "I dunno when they come and go. I can lead you to the island, but I ain't part of Macek's gang. They don't fill me in on specifics." She shakes her head. "We're from the same village. Around here, people from the same place help each other."

 

[Tjf]

What? Only two ghosts? Does he started developing problems in performing?

This.... This doesn't happen to him!

With a snarl he waved his hand at the two ghosts.

"Obey!" He all but commanded, nay, demanded! The invisible chains, flashed green around the ghosts's limbs and collars around their necks. "You, will obey me! Now, Helsing, Liber where is Claudia!? Who do you feel!?" He asked, demanding answers. He would not be denied!

Zendak reaches out, feeling the ethereal chains launch from the Beyond, latching onto the two male ghosts. The halfling is sure he's restrained both so they won't be able to harm him. He doesn't feel any safer.

"Please, release us!"

"You know not what you do - what she will do to us if she- Oh no..." The ghostly voices echo through the tomb.

"Oh no, please, Helsing... Tell our half man what 'she' will do... A voice sounds out. Ghostly. Feminine. Sexy. Scary. Zendak gathers his courage, slowly turning to see a figure atop one of the coffins. He realises he must have wasted his energy leashing the tame husband and father, letting the truly dangerous ghost dodge his spell. "Still feel in control, half man?" The voice of the old countess rings out, and as her ghostly laughter echoes through the tomb, Zendak watches her tongue begin to emerge from her mouth - and keep going.

 

[Tjf]

Oh. So much for his plan. Elf couldn't help but chuckle as he sees the pair heading for the exit. In all honesty, it saved him some time. Who knows how many hours he'd need to spend at the feast before they leave.

He might even get a chance to use pouch of fluorescent cyan powder he has in his bag. It might sound silly, putting on some shining paint on ears and face to kidnap someone, but it worked really well for the elf. Standing in a dark room, only cyan glow visible from the black void, emerging like a demon out of gaping maw of the darkest night.

Not only was it intimidating, it was surprisingly practical. It's hard to see rest of the elf in the dark. To be frank the elf just loves to do that, even appearing at house of his prettier clients in the middle of the night, letting them know job was completed while asking them in a hushed, whispering tone if he could offer them anything else. Few resisted as he pinned then down.

Now he can finally get into his element, stalking his target from the shadows of the night. Actually he got so worked up over the entire feast he couldn't remember if it was night or day.

As he gets up from the table and heads to the exit after the merchant, he glances at the windows to check what time it is.

Spoiler: Stealth Roll

D100+20=87

It doesn't take a lot of effort to keep to the shadows, as the annoyed merchant guides the now quite sickly redheaded noble out of the manse. Before too long, they leave the lord's grounds, and begin walking through the dark, moonlit streets of the city.

 

[Tjf]

Eliane gets her Dagger Back and draws her Sword before heading Up The Stairs of The Crypt to See what is Happening.

Poking her head up at the top of the stairs, Elaine sees the moonlight glinting on a dark patch of liquid - it doesn't take three guesses for her to identify it as blood. She sees the trail leading deeper into the cemetary.

 

[Tjf]

Eran gave a friendly wave to the owl as he examined the room. Hmm, kinda reminds me of a witch's abode... hopefully the owl is not some sort of familiar or guardian the human left behind... He thought as he began slowly and carefully searching the room for anything that would help him find the woman. As he searched he made sure to keep an eye on the owl, just in case.

Spoiler: Search Roll

D100: 77

The owl hoots at him a few times, before becoming silent. Looking around the room, Eran finds various spellbooks, correspondences and feminine clothing. Under the bed he finds a few well used...pleasure aids, but nearby he finds more letters - these from 'Enya'. As he crawls out from under the bed, though, he jumps. The owl is gone, and in its place sits a red haired demon.

"Hi there... My mistress has had a few guys in here before, but none without her. Who are you?" She purrs.