The stubborn blonde refuses to submit, her pussy attempting to clamp down and push the invading tongue out...
1d100=26
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 56
...but it is too late, she is simply too horny and wet, and thus unable to resist him. His tongue is able to continue its exploration unobstructed.
1d100=92
Sexual prowess = +20
Previous success = +10
Total = 122
Anton's probing tongue finds a spot that makes the blonde feel particularly good, and that proves the last straw. Patricia covers her mouth with both hands to stop herself from screaming as she cums at last, her body shaking in the throes of passion. She likely would have fallen down if not for the old man's hands helping keep her steady.
Anton gets to enjoy the taste of Patricia's sweet nectar as she cums hard, her juices flowing in his mouth. For a bit Patricia only stands there, breathing heavily as she tries to recover and catch her breath. “You... I... Damn...” she seems to have trouble putting her thoughts and feelings into words.
"Hehe, what did I say?" Anton licks his lips, collecting her juices that squirted toward him. "I told you I can do it, hehe, and if I can use other parts of my body. I'd have you quivering in delight all night long." He brags about his sexual prowess, though Patricia already felt first hand that he wasn't all talk. So, Anton stands up, showing the blond tavern owner his massive erection, especially for his age. "Do I get to have your assistance now, or will I need to "ask" you again tonight?" He grins.
“Wonderful! I look forward to your return, and to hearing about your success, my dear! When you are back we shall continue our... discussion...” Victoria allows her to leave, though as she makes her way to the door Ida can feel the lady's lustful gaze on her. It seems she has made a good first impression... for better or worse.
No one stops her on the way out and soon she is in her carriage again. “Welcome back, my lady.” Eike greets her mistress. “I hope everything went well... Where are we heading to? Will we be buying any supplies or making any preparations first?” She inquires as the carriage starts moving.
"We are going to the hills... the weeks supplies we have, should be enough for..." She wanted to say us... but stopped. Eike did not need food. "We will be searching the mines. If everything goes smoothly, we will gain some more minions.... skeletons and ghosts. Mines should be easy to find once we resurect ghost and ask for information." She leaned back. For a moment she though about her minion... for some time she considered to siphon some of necrotic magics through the zombie body to restore her looks... just as she was in her life. It was useless for lowclass undead but with Hero undead, it would allow her to have a escort in the open...
As the duo continued their travel, Ida continued reading the grimore and testing her theory.
“Good, good!” The barkeep nods. “Most guests pay for one or two nights at a time. I assume you will be doing the same? Of course, you are welcome to pay for longer if you prefer.”
"Yeah, i'll be paying nightly, not weekly or monthly. I'd hate to have something happen to turn me off of this place and be stuck out of my money." Ganith eyed the greasy barkeep "something tells me that you're not too keen on refunds."
“This way.” Jones leads the girls into the woods, Mylea following after him and Galza taking the rear.
1d100=24
1d100=73
Alert for danger: +10
Total: 83
Soon the trio reaches the spot of a recent attack. A few stains of dark blood, now dried up, can be seen on the forest floor, confirming that a battle took place there. But before the priestess can attempt to investigate her orc companion speaks up. “Anyone else have the feeling that we are been watched?”
Mylea has not noticed anything out of the ordinary so far, but after her friend's question she gets the feeling that she is indeed being watched...
"I've no clue what you mean." Mylea shrugs, as she nods her eyes slightly at Galza's question. Immediately, she uses her powers to try and commune with the woods, using the senses of the nearby plants and animals to try and detect the voyeur.
Finding a newly built house that is not yet in use is quite easy. The real challenge is finding one that is not next to an inhabited one... In the end she manages to find two such houses - a small single-story one right next to the river, and a two-story one in the southern part of the village. Now she just needs to choose one...
The one next to the river seemed more ideal, though smaller. Closer to water to drink, and if the worst case scenario, it might help slow things down a bit. That also made her feel like it could be best used to help aid in a few minor illusions. All she would really need to do is plant a spell tag near a few rocks that would glow with spiritual energy. On it's own, it wouldn't amount to much. But a few sightings of strange lights when night falls would keep most of the superstitious away, which many villagers often were. She likely didn't need to get too needlessly complicated with it.
From there, a few spell tags in around the house to make it more ominous with some basic illusions for a bit of mist, maybe a sudden chill here and there, and that should be enough to claim it without much trouble.
“Hmm... I don't believe we have. Any forest fruits gathered by the villagers seem to be regular fruits, any forest animals killed by hunters seem to be just regular animals, and none of the trees we have cut seem special in any way. We do have some druids helping grow new trees in place of the ones we cut, but none of them has noticed anything out of the ordinary.” Patrick explains.
“I heard talk about some of the farmers having seen something odd,” one of the guards speaks up, “but that's on the other side of the river and not even close to here, so even if it is true I doubt it has anything to do with our problem.”
1d100 = 29
Magic – Divine: +20
Total: 49
Despite her best attempts Avella is unable to detect any sort of dark magic nearby. Of course, with the wolf gone, it is possible that any traces of dark magic it left behind have already dissipated. Perhaps she will have better luck if she tries again when the wolf is nearby... or maybe it is all a waste of time – no way to be sure.
Avella prayers to Everlight didn't give her any answer for her questions.
"Well, since we have nothing more to use, I will take my chance with farmers. In which way they are directly? " She said and before she leave, she decided to give lumber blessing of Everlight, to protect from evil. Blessing never hurt, but it is still better to have them.
"Hehe, what did I say?" Anton licks his lips, collecting her juices that squirted toward him. "I told you I can do it, hehe, and if I can use other parts of my body. I'd have you quivering in delight all night long." He brags about his sexual prowess, though Patricia already felt first hand that he wasn't all talk. So, Anton stands up, showing the blond tavern owner his massive erection, especially for his age. "Do I get to have your assistance now, or will I need to "ask" you again tonight?" He grins.
Still panting heavily the blonde stares at his cock for a few long moments, seemingly mesmerized by it...
Lust roll: 1d100 = 40
Willpower roll: 1d100 = 97
Stubborn: +10
Total Willpower result: 107
Final result: -67
...but then she shakes her head, and though her gaze remains focused on his dick the lust in her eyes is almost fully gone. “You did better than I expected and won our bet fair and square. You're better than I expected, I'll give you that, old man. As promised I will return 1 Gil to you. But do not think you are getting anything more.” She tells him firmly, but does not close her legs just yet. “If you have something you need to... take care of, go ahead, as long as you can do it without touching me.” She adds. Seems like he won't be getting more than that for now.
Still panting heavily the blonde stares at his cock for a few long moments, seemingly mesmerized by it...
Lust roll: 1d100 = 40
Willpower roll: 1d100 = 97
Stubborn: +10
Total Willpower result: 107
Final result: -67
...but then she shakes her head, and though her gaze remains focused on his dick the lust in her eyes is almost fully gone. “You did better than I expected and won our bet fair and square. You're better than I expected, I'll give you that, old man. As promised I will return 1 Gil to you. But do not think you are getting anything more.” She tells him firmly, but does not close her legs just yet. “If you have something you need to... take care of, go ahead, as long as you can do it without touching me.” She adds. Seems like he won't be getting more than that for now.
Anton was disheartened to hear that she won't be allowing anything else. But, the fact that she hasn't thrown him out, or closed her legs told him that there was still a chance. Grinning, the old man undoes his loose robes, showing a well toned, yet wrinkly body. Followed by the sight of his oversized cock that didn't fit his frail, weak form. Despite his advanced age, Anton's cock still possessed a youthful vigor, with pulsing veins running along his thick shafe, and a bulbous cock that leaked with pre. "Mmh, very well, but don't be shy if you want to... lend a hand." He chuckles as he starts stroking himself with his cock hands. Thankfully eating her out had him all worked up, so he knew he wouldn't last that long.
The man turns to her and his eyes light up in recognition even before she introduces herself.
“Ah, Ser Pendragon! A pleasure to meet you! I am Garlan, captain of Marika's guards. Welcome!” The captain greets her warmly. “Help to train the new recruits in proper sword combat will be appreciated. Let me just finish dealing with the young lady here and we'll discuss the details. You can watch, if you want.” Though she can't be sure Arthuria guesses that she will have enough time to leave her horse at the barracks' stables while the captain is busy with the other lady.
"Of course, Take Your time." Sophia nods at him and makes sure her Horse is properly stabled and fed at The barracks before she heads to The 'Singing Maiden' Inn to get herself a Room and settle herself in.
"We are going to the hills... the weeks supplies we have, should be enough for..." She wanted to say us... but stopped. Eike did not need food. "We will be searching the mines. If everything goes smoothly, we will gain some more minions.... skeletons and ghosts. Mines should be easy to find once we resurect ghost and ask for information." She leaned back. For a moment she though about her minion... for some time she considered to siphon some of necrotic magics through the zombie body to restore her looks... just as she was in her life. It was useless for lowclass undead but with Hero undead, it would allow her to have a escort in the open...
As the duo continued their travel, Ida continued reading the grimore and testing her theory.
Eike just nods in confirmation and keeps quiet so that her mistress can work in peace.
1d100 = 90
Fortunately the trip is uneventful, so there are no unwanted distractions to interfere with her research.
1d100 = 87
Necromancy: +30
Knowledge: Necromancy: +10
Magical tone of necromancy: +10
Total: 137
Her necromancy skills, her knowledge about the craft, and the knowledge contained in the tome taken from the Hazelwood Manor, plus a bit of good luck, combine to bring her great results, better than she hoped. She discovers not one but two spells she could use.
The first is a spell that will allow her to restore Eike's looks for a day. It has no special requirements beyond time and power. The main issue is that the spell needs to be renewed regularly, which will leave her partially drained and unable to use her full power.
The other spell is a lot more complex. It requires more time, more power – though Ida has more than enough, so that is not an issue – and dead bodies, the exact number depending on the creatures used (a dead troll is better than a dead goblin, for example). This spell will last a lot longer – at least a month. It can even be made permanent, if enough bodies are used (or a single powerful body instead).
Both spells can still be detected and dispelled, if someone has the right skills for it, though, so Eike will need to be careful who she interacts with, no matter which option Ida chooses.
"Yeah, i'll be paying nightly, not weekly or monthly. I'd hate to have something happen to turn me off of this place and be stuck out of my money." Ganith eyed the greasy barkeep "something tells me that you're not too keen on refunds."
“Right you are, friend, right you are!” The barkeep grins at him and takes out a simple iron key, rather dirty like everything else there. “The room is on the next floor, second closest to the stairs up. One Gil for the room, one more for two meals if you want them.” He reminds him and waits him to pay before handing him the key.
"I've no clue what you mean." Mylea shrugs, as she nods her eyes slightly at Galza's question. Immediately, she uses her powers to try and commune with the woods, using the senses of the nearby plants and animals to try and detect the voyeur.
Reaching out with her senses Mylea attempts to detect whoever might be watching. Despite her best efforts she is unable to, though a few times she feels a presence, only for it to vanish right away. For some reason it reminds her of a hide-and-seek game...
Eike just nods in confirmation and keeps quiet so that her mistress can work in peace.
1d100 = 90
Fortunately the trip is uneventful, so there are no unwanted distractions to interfere with her research.
1d100 = 87
Necromancy: +30
Knowledge: Necromancy: +10
Magical tone of necromancy: +10
Total: 137
Her necromancy skills, her knowledge about the craft, and the knowledge contained in the tome taken from the Hazelwood Manor, plus a bit of good luck, combine to bring her great results, better than she hoped. She discovers not one but two spells she could use.
The first is a spell that will allow her to restore Eike's looks for a day. It has no special requirements beyond time and power. The main issue is that the spell needs to be renewed regularly, which will leave her partially drained and unable to use her full power.
The other spell is a lot more complex. It requires more time, more power – though Ida has more than enough, so that is not an issue – and dead bodies, the exact number depending on the creatures used (a dead troll is better than a dead goblin, for example). This spell will last a lot longer – at least a month. It can even be made permanent, if enough bodies are used (or a single powerful body instead).
Both spells can still be detected and dispelled, if someone has the right skills for it, though, so Eike will need to be careful who she interacts with, no matter which option Ida chooses.
Ida smiled at the results of her research. For now casting a spell once a day would be enough. The possibility of someone dispelling the spell was a serious drawback, that for now, stopped Ida from casting it permanently.
As the duo finally arrived at their destination, the blond cast a spell on her zombie companion, making her look human again.
As the necromantic energy of the spell, casted green whips, Ida gleefully observed the process.
Once it was done, she activated her eye's sight, looking around in the other plain. She sought ghosts, irregularities, traces of ancient magics.
“Right you are, friend, right you are!” The barkeep grins at him and takes out a simple iron key, rather dirty like everything else there. “The room is on the next floor, second closest to the stairs up. One Gil for the room, one more for two meals if you want them.” He reminds him and waits him to pay before handing him the key.
"Hmm? Right...Of course" He pulls his pouch of gold out and pays the barkeep 2 Gil before taking the key and going to examine his "luxurious" accomondations.
Avella prayers to Everlight didn't give her any answer for her questions.
"Well, since we have nothing more to use, I will take my chance with farmers. In which way they are directly? " She said and before she leave, she decided to give lumber blessing of Everlight, to protect from evil. Blessing never hurt, but it is still better to have them.
“The farms are on the other side of the river, a little before the village. You must have passed them by on your way to Marika, if you followed the road.” Avella recalls that indeed there were some farms on both sides of the road. “Just ask the farmers – someone will surely tell you the details. Good luck!” The woodcutters see her off before going back to work.
Leaving the lumber camp behind Avella crosses the stone bridge and finds herself back in Marika proper. She could go directly to the farms, or she could stay and do something in the village first, if she wants.
Anton was disheartened to hear that she won't be allowing anything else. But, the fact that she hasn't thrown him out, or closed her legs told him that there was still a chance. Grinning, the old man undoes his loose robes, showing a well toned, yet wrinkly body. Followed by the sight of his oversized cock that didn't fit his frail, weak form. Despite his advanced age, Anton's cock still possessed a youthful vigor, with pulsing veins running along his thick shafe, and a bulbous cock that leaked with pre. "Mmh, very well, but don't be shy if you want to... lend a hand." He chuckles as he starts stroking himself with his cock hands. Thankfully eating her out had him all worked up, so he knew he wouldn't last that long.
Patricia looks Anton up and down, examining his body, before once more focusing on his cock. As he starts stroking himself the blonde subconsciously licks her lips, watching intently, and for a moment it looks like she might start masturbating...
Lust roll: 1d100 = 51
Horny: +10
Total Lust roll: 61
Willpower roll: 1d100 = 56
Stubborn: +10
Total Willpower result: 66
Final result: -5
...but in the end she is able to resist the temptation and just watches him quietly. He gets the impression that it took some effort for her to resist, though.
"Of course, Take Your time." Sophia nods at him and makes sure her Horse is properly stabled and fed at The barracks before she heads to The 'Singing Maiden' Inn to get herself a Room and settle herself in.
Her horse is indeed receiving good care. It has been fed and a young stablehand is brushing its hair.
The Singing Maiden is largely empty at this time of day, just a couple of people drinking by themselves in the corners and a few waitresses sitting at a table chatting quietly. Seeing her enter one of the waitresses, a busty young girl, gets up and approaches her,
“Welcome to the Singing Maiden, miss! My name is Vivian. How may we serve you today?” She asks politely. “If you need a room to stay, the cost is 5 Gil per night and includes both dinner and breakfast. If you have any questions, I will do my best to answer.” She looks at her expectantly.
Ida smiled at the results of her research. For now casting a spell once a day would be enough. The possibility of someone dispelling the spell was a serious drawback, that for now, stopped Ida from casting it permanently.
As the duo finally arrived at their destination, the blond cast a spell on her zombie companion, making her look human again.
As the necromantic energy of the spell, casted green whips, Ida gleefully observed the process.
Once it was done, she activated her eye's sight, looking around in the other plain. She sought ghosts, irregularities, traces of ancient magics.
To Ida's disappointment her search turned up nothing of interest of value. It seemed like there was nothing and no one in this particular part of the hills...
1d100 = 76
“My lady, look!” Eike exclaims as she points at the sky. As Ida looks to where her servant is pointing she notices some birds circling in the sky. It reminds her of the way carrion birds circle dead bodies – and the location seems to be relatively close by...
"Hmm? Right...Of course" He pulls his pouch of gold out and pays the barkeep 2 Gil before taking the key and going to examine his "luxurious" accomondations.
The room turns out to be a bit better than the rest of the establishment – which is not saying much. The floor and walls are mostly clean, the bed sheets look like they have been washed in the past few days, there's a small but sturdy night table next to the bed, and even a heavy wooden chest, currently empty, to put his stuff inside, if he feels like it. Best of all, the door can be securely barred from the inside if he deems it necessary – though in that case he will be trapped inside the room, as the only window is too small for an adult to pass through.
“The farms are on the other side of the river, a little before the village. You must have passed them by on your way to Marika, if you followed the road.” Avella recalls that indeed there were some farms on both sides of the road. “Just ask the farmers – someone will surely tell you the details. Good luck!” The woodcutters see her off before going back to work.
Leaving the lumber camp behind Avella crosses the stone bridge and finds herself back in Marika proper. She could go directly to the farms, or she could stay and do something in the village first, if she wants.
Patricia looks Anton up and down, examining his body, before once more focusing on his cock. As he starts stroking himself the blonde subconsciously licks her lips, watching intently, and for a moment it looks like she might start masturbating...
Lust roll: 1d100 = 51
Horny: +10
Total Lust roll: 61
Willpower roll: 1d100 = 56
Stubborn: +10
Total Willpower result: 66
Final result: -5
...but in the end she is able to resist the temptation and just watches him quietly. He gets the impression that it took some effort for her to resist, though.
Watching how hard she was trying to resist, Anton's excitement grew exponentially. His wrinkly, yet massive cock throbbing right in front of the blond. "Oooh, I'm quite close, mmh, ooh, in my old age, sudden movements are painful. Aaah, I hope I don't make a mess of anyone's clothes." He said in a melodramatic tone as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. And unless Patricia moved away, Anton has no problems blowing his load right onto her face, and body. Releasing a surprisingly thick rope of cum one after the other, if the blond tavern owner didn't move away, she'd be completely covered in his warm seed.
“The farms are on the other side of the river, a little before the village. You must have passed them by on your way to Marika, if you followed the road.” Avella recalls that indeed there were some farms on both sides of the road. “Just ask the farmers – someone will surely tell you the details. Good luck!” The woodcutters see her off before going back to work.
Leaving the lumber camp behind Avella crosses the stone bridge and finds herself back in Marika proper. She could go directly to the farms, or she could stay and do something in the village first, if she wants.
Patricia looks Anton up and down, examining his body, before once more focusing on his cock. As he starts stroking himself the blonde subconsciously licks her lips, watching intently, and for a moment it looks like she might start masturbating...
Lust roll: 1d100 = 51
Horny: +10
Total Lust roll: 61
Willpower roll: 1d100 = 56
Stubborn: +10
Total Willpower result: 66
Final result: -5
...but in the end she is able to resist the temptation and just watches him quietly. He gets the impression that it took some effort for her to resist, though.
Avella decided to go directly to the farms on the north side of Marika, closer to the mill on the hill, to get better view.
"Good morning good men, I was told that someone of you seen some odd things in your fields. Could you descripe me what you see?" She asked farmers about their problems and try to sense dark magic by her divinty powers.
The one next to the river seemed more ideal, though smaller. Closer to water to drink, and if the worst case scenario, it might help slow things down a bit. That also made her feel like it could be best used to help aid in a few minor illusions. All she would really need to do is plant a spell tag near a few rocks that would glow with spiritual energy. On it's own, it wouldn't amount to much. But a few sightings of strange lights when night falls would keep most of the superstitious away, which many villagers often were. She likely didn't need to get too needlessly complicated with it.
From there, a few spell tags in around the house to make it more ominous with some basic illusions for a bit of mist, maybe a sudden chill here and there, and that should be enough to claim it without much trouble.
It takes most of the day to set everything up. Fortunately the lack of any neighbors means that there's no one to disturb her as she works. Finally, as the sun begins to set, her work is done and everything is finished. Now she can rest for a bit and plan her next move.
