"Hmm. Yes, the priest. It turns out, he was quite the sinner himself. Though with what the noblewoman was doing in his church, behind his back." Anton chuckles, "When he found out what was going on, he was quite furious. To the point that he punished the noblewoman himself, hehe, and with how the story went. It seems he started with whippings, though it only resulted in a few red welts on her ass, and breasts. Followed by a re-baptization, where he fucked her, while holding her head down in holy water, only pulling up before she blacked out." The old man paused, looking at Lusserina to see her reaction to the extreme story.
"Hmm. Yes, the priest. It turns out, he was quite the sinner himself. Though with what the noblewoman was doing in his church, behind his back." Anton chuckles, "When he found out what was going on, he was quite furious. To the point that he punished the noblewoman himself, hehe, and with how the story went. It seems he started with whippings, though it only resulted in a few red welts on her ass, and breasts. Followed by a re-baptization, where he fucked her, while holding her head down in holy water, only pulling up before she blacked out." The old man paused, looking at Lusserina to see her reaction to the extreme story.
“Yes, some priests can be a bit... extreme in their desire to help people. I've heard similar stories before...” Lusserina's face is a bit redder with arousal, but she is otherwise pretty calm – it seems this really isn't the first such story she has heard. “Go on, tell me what else the noblewoman did...” She seems more interested in the lady than in her partners.
“Yes, some priests can be a bit... extreme in their desire to help people. I've heard similar stories before...” Lusserina's face is a bit redder with arousal, but she is otherwise pretty calm – it seems this really isn't the first such story she has heard. “Go on, tell me what else the noblewoman did...” She seems more interested in the lady than in her partners.
"What she did, well, aside from picking who gets to fuck her every night. It seems once the priest was converted to her side. They had a nightly mass, where she was to play with herself in front of all her parishioners. She made them watch her masturbate, and should they... feel the need to "release their sin" they were to do so in a large bowl. Which she then gulps down at the end of her sermon." The old man chuckles.
"What she did, well, aside from picking who gets to fuck her every night. It seems once the priest was converted to her side. They had a nightly mass, where she was to play with herself in front of all her parishioners. She made them watch her masturbate, and should they... feel the need to "release their sin" they were to do so in a large bowl. Which she then gulps down at the end of her sermon." The old man chuckles.
Her feint works and Lydia's blade finds its target – and just like the woman's blade before it her sword causes no physical wound. Despite that the woman grimaces in pain and jumps back a couple of times, putting some distance between her and the thief.
It seems this opponent can take a hit, unlike the first two. Still, Lydia gets the feeling that one more good hit should be enough.
"Not gonna let me get a slap in too?" Lydia closes the space between them. She swings her sword at her opponent's blade to check it, using more force than in her first, hesitant attempt to do the same, and steps forward, seeking to direct a follow-up slash at the other woman's neck.
The man narrows his eyes at Avella. “Are you trying to insult me, woman? I am a professional; I did exactly what was asked of me and made no mistakes! The one who made a mistake was my client, who decided it was a good idea to double cross me – and he paid dearly for it!” He does not lower the sword – apparently still unwilling to trust her.
The lord and his wife remain silent for a few moments as they look at each other, then they turn back to her.
“This is worse than I feared,” Edward sighs, “I kept hoping that the walking trees are unrelated to the elven necromancers you encountered earlier, but this suggests that they very much are. Unless the necromancers that turned our dead men into undead are unrelated to the elven necromancers, which would be even worse – it would mean a second group of necromancers in the area.”
“So far we do not know who is behind the walking trees,” Victoria takes over, “the only hint we have gotten is the naked elven lady a few people have seen at night. At first I did not take the rumors about her seriously, but in light of everything else I can't help but winder...”
“Elven necromancers and an apparent elven exhibitionist that could be a druid, a summoner, or something else. They have made an openly hostile move by destroying the outpost, and I doubt it will be the last. Hopefully the Queen responds to our letter soon – we could use the help....” Edward sighs again.
“Thank you for bringing us the news, unpleasant as they may be. Please remember to keep them to yourself – the last thing we need is to cause panic in the village.” Victoria requests.
“You have my thanks as well.” The lord smiles at Ida, then takes out a pouch and hands it to her. Inside she finds 100 Gil. “A small show of my appreciation for your help. Use the money to buy whatever supplies you need, then get some rest – you've earned it and there's nothing urgent that requires your assistance right now.”
1d100 = 49
Feint: +10
Total: 59
Her feint works and Lydia's blade finds its target – and just like the woman's blade before it her sword causes no physical wound. Despite that the woman grimaces in pain and jumps back a couple of times, putting some distance between her and the thief.
It seems this opponent can take a hit, unlike the first two. Still, Lydia gets the feeling that one more good hit should be enough.
Avella nod for that, being relief that he hold sword and not range weapon like bow or crossbow.
"Right, you made your part of job as best as you could, no one doubt that. But agree to such deal, always rise up risk to being cheated." She said and showed his camp.
"Yes, you killed your client in self defense, but because of nature of your work you striped yourself of more effective methods to solve problem. If you do legal job, you could always defend yourself on the trail at court. But as criminal, you must faced alone all rage of noble family, for killing their member. "She said.
(Running a bit low on ideas on how to proceed, and I don't want to delay the scene, so let's just roll a dice to see if he succeeds or not.)
Anton continues telling the story, sticking to things he knows Lusserina finds arousing. He also keeps stealing chances to grope her body, aiming to find all her sweet spots to tease her further.
“Yeah, that would be incredible...” The thug agrees, his imagination obviously running wild.
No longer able to hold back he thrusts his erect dick in her mouth and starts shooting his load – quite a big one, as it turns out, his hot thick cum quickly filling her mouth...
Once he is done the man pulls out and sits in a nearby chair, panting. “Damn, girl... you really are... something else... Now, what did... you want to know?” He manages to ask, still panting. Mylea gets the impression that he is asking the question as a way to catch his breath.
Mylea drinks down his seed, enjoying the taste, before licking his manhood clean, and standing, casting a spell to clean the smell from her mouth. "The plants on the riverbank. I wanted to know who planted them." She chuckles, shrugging her garment back over her nipples.
"Not gonna let me get a slap in too?" Lydia closes the space between them. She swings her sword at her opponent's blade to check it, using more force than in her first, hesitant attempt to do the same, and steps forward, seeking to direct a follow-up slash at the other woman's neck.
The woman attempts to step back and pull away, but she is too slow. The first attack barely misses her, but the follow-up finds its target, the short sword piercing her flesh.
Again there is no physical wound, but the woman falls down unconscious anyway.
Having defeated her third opponent in a row Lydia feels like she is getting used to wielding a short sword, though she still has a lot to learn.
Looking around the thief notices a change – a dirt path through the trees has appeared. It goes almost straight for a bit, then splits in two. Right before the split are two more women, one a redhead and the other a blonde. They are both naked, their erect cocks pointing straight at her, and each is holding a short sword. As soon as she looks at them they both grin and start walking toward her.
Individually they appear no more threatening than the second opponent Lydia defeated, but it seems she will have to fight them at the same time. She has a few moments to get ready before they reach her.
Avella nod for that, being relief that he hold sword and not range weapon like bow or crossbow.
"Right, you made your part of job as best as you could, no one doubt that. But agree to such deal, always rise up risk to being cheated." She said and showed his camp.
"Yes, you killed your client in self defense, but because of nature of your work you striped yourself of more effective methods to solve problem. If you do legal job, you could always defend yourself on the trail at court. But as criminal, you must faced alone all rage of noble family, for killing their member. "She said.
The man snorts at her words. “Don't be silly, girl! Laws and courts are for the poor, the nobles can just bribe a judge to get the verdict they want! That's what happened to my father, after he refused to sell our land to some minor noble.” The thief sounds quite bitter about it. “Then the same happened to the minor noble, when a bigger noble wanted his land, so in a way he got what he deserved. But you're not here to talk about laws and nobles, are you. Stop wasting my time and tell me what you want. Or leave me alone and get lost – your choice.”
(Running a bit low on ideas on how to proceed, and I don't want to delay the scene, so let's just roll a dice to see if he succeeds or not.)
Anton continues telling the story, sticking to things he knows Lusserina finds arousing. He also keeps stealing chances to grope her body, aiming to find all her sweet spots to tease her further.
1d100 = 22
Stubborn: -10
Previous sexual encounter: +10
Sexual prowess: +20
Total: 42
1d100 = 79
Perceptive: +10
Total: 89
“Not a bad story, but the one from yesterday was better. Come now, I'm sure you know something a bit more... arousing.” Lusserina sounds dismissive, but as he looks at her more carefully Anton notices that her face is red, her breathing is irregular, and her hard nipples can be seen through her clothes. And the way she said the last word made it sound almost as if she is impatient to hear more stories – it seems the old man is having an effect on her despite the elf's attempts to deny it. Last, but not least, every time he tries touching her body she is slow to react, letting him grope her for a few seconds before pushing his hands away.
Mylea drinks down his seed, enjoying the taste, before licking his manhood clean, and standing, casting a spell to clean the smell from her mouth. "The plants on the riverbank. I wanted to know who planted them." She chuckles, shrugging her garment back over her nipples.
“Ah, yes, the plants... some young lad planted them. I don't know him – he seemed like a new arrival. After the lord's wife found the first batch he planted a second set of plants. He has not come back since then.” The thug tells her. “If I were you I'd check the other side of the river. Now that the trouble in the forest has been dealt with people are a lot more willing to go there. If the guy is smart he will go plant additional plants there, away from the guards. Less likely for anyone to stumble upon them, too.” The man sounds honest – Mylea can detect no hint of deception in his words.
The woman attempts to step back and pull away, but she is too slow. The first attack barely misses her, but the follow-up finds its target, the short sword piercing her flesh.
Again there is no physical wound, but the woman falls down unconscious anyway.
Having defeated her third opponent in a row Lydia feels like she is getting used to wielding a short sword, though she still has a lot to learn.
Looking around the thief notices a change – a dirt path through the trees has appeared. It goes almost straight for a bit, then splits in two. Right before the split are two more women, one a redhead and the other a blonde. They are both naked, their erect cocks pointing straight at her, and each is holding a short sword. As soon as she looks at them they both grin and start walking toward her.
Individually they appear no more threatening than the second opponent Lydia defeated, but it seems she will have to fight them at the same time. She has a few moments to get ready before they reach her.
The man snorts at her words. “Don't be silly, girl! Laws and courts are for the poor, the nobles can just bribe a judge to get the verdict they want! That's what happened to my father, after he refused to sell our land to some minor noble.” The thief sounds quite bitter about it. “Then the same happened to the minor noble, when a bigger noble wanted his land, so in a way he got what he deserved. But you're not here to talk about laws and nobles, are you. Stop wasting my time and tell me what you want. Or leave me alone and get lost – your choice.”
1d100 = 22
Stubborn: -10
Previous sexual encounter: +10
Sexual prowess: +20
Total: 42
1d100 = 79
Perceptive: +10
Total: 89
“Not a bad story, but the one from yesterday was better. Come now, I'm sure you know something a bit more... arousing.” Lusserina sounds dismissive, but as he looks at her more carefully Anton notices that her face is red, her breathing is irregular, and her hard nipples can be seen through her clothes. And the way she said the last word made it sound almost as if she is impatient to hear more stories – it seems the old man is having an effect on her despite the elf's attempts to deny it. Last, but not least, every time he tries touching her body she is slow to react, letting him grope her for a few seconds before pushing his hands away.
“Ah, yes, the plants... some young lad planted them. I don't know him – he seemed like a new arrival. After the lord's wife found the first batch he planted a second set of plants. He has not come back since then.” The thug tells her. “If I were you I'd check the other side of the river. Now that the trouble in the forest has been dealt with people are a lot more willing to go there. If the guy is smart he will go plant additional plants there, away from the guards. Less likely for anyone to stumble upon them, too.” The man sounds honest – Mylea can detect no hint of deception in his words.
Avella knows too well hard true what thief said. Her brother could get away from responsibility for his actions just because he is the son of their father, so she knows what he is capable to do.
"Very well. I want you to give back amulet what you stolen. If it will be returned to owner, at least one part of hunting will stop. You didn't have a chance to sell it anyway, so better for you give it." She said with more steel in voice and one hand on hand piece of her sword. If thief try something fun, she will be ready to strike.
The mercenary kneels to examine the footprints more carefully, then shakes his head. “As far as I can tell these are the same footprints we have been following so far. I guess the thief used some sort of trick to make it look like he went in two directions at once, but I have no idea what trick it might be.”
Both Marda's and Avella's spells reveal the same – no spells have been used in the vicinity. Whatever the thief did he did it without using magic.
“It would be unwise to split up, so I guess we will have to choose one set of footprints and follow it.” Marda comments as she keeps examining the tracks in vain.
The fake attempts to block or deflect, but because they are equally fast she is unable to do so. Arthuria's blade pierces the shadow's chest causing her to grimace in pain... then pain blossoms at the same spot in Arthuria's chest, as if she too got stabbed.
A moan from Sara distracts them for a moment, then the fake pulls away. As soon as the sword leaves the fake Arthuria's chest the original feels the pain vanish. It seems this isn't as simple as defeating her opponent...
1d100 = 22
Stubborn: -10
Previous sexual encounter: +10
Sexual prowess: +20
Total: 42
1d100 = 79
Perceptive: +10
Total: 89
“Not a bad story, but the one from yesterday was better. Come now, I'm sure you know something a bit more... arousing.” Lusserina sounds dismissive, but as he looks at her more carefully Anton notices that her face is red, her breathing is irregular, and her hard nipples can be seen through her clothes. And the way she said the last word made it sound almost as if she is impatient to hear more stories – it seems the old man is having an effect on her despite the elf's attempts to deny it. Last, but not least, every time he tries touching her body she is slow to react, letting him grope her for a few seconds before pushing his hands away.
Seeing her arousal rise, despite her dismissive words. Anton grins, "More arousing, hmm?" He hummed, thinking back on the fact that maybe she wanted to hear how a "chaste" mature woman get corrupted, rather than an openly sexual one. "Alright, I think I have another one." The old man nods, this time, he tells the story of a widowed noblewoman, and how she get "seduced" by an elderly merchant into becoming his wife. He pauses, waiting to see her reaction.
Avella knows too well hard true what thief said. Her brother could get away from responsibility for his actions just because he is the son of their father, so she knows what he is capable to do.
"Very well. I want you to give back amulet what you stolen. If it will be returned to owner, at least one part of hunting will stop. You didn't have a chance to sell it anyway, so better for you give it." She said with more steel in voice and one hand on hand piece of her sword. If thief try something fun, she will be ready to strike.
The thief looks at her silently as he thinks for a few long moments. Finally he seems to reach a decision. “You know what, girl? Fine, you can have the stupid necklace! If you want to get killed in my place – be my guest! I just want to be left alone!”
The thief takes several steps back, never letting Avella out of his sight, then squats down and picks up a small ornate wooden box. “The necklace is in here.” He tells her as he shows her the container and she notices a small golden key in a keyhole on one side. “Catch!” He throws the box at her in an arc. It will be easy for Avella to catch it.
Seeing her arousal rise, despite her dismissive words. Anton grins, "More arousing, hmm?" He hummed, thinking back on the fact that maybe she wanted to hear how a "chaste" mature woman get corrupted, rather than an openly sexual one. "Alright, I think I have another one." The old man nods, this time, he tells the story of a widowed noblewoman, and how she get "seduced" by an elderly merchant into becoming his wife. He pauses, waiting to see her reaction.
“Tell me more about the noble slut. What did she look like? What were her fetishes?” Lusserina sounds rather interested in the “heroine” of the story...
The thief looks at her silently as he thinks for a few long moments. Finally he seems to reach a decision. “You know what, girl? Fine, you can have the stupid necklace! If you want to get killed in my place – be my guest! I just want to be left alone!”
The thief takes several steps back, never letting Avella out of his sight, then squats down and picks up a small ornate wooden box. “The necklace is in here.” He tells her as he shows her the container and she notices a small golden key in a keyhole on one side. “Catch!” He throws the box at her in an arc. It will be easy for Avella to catch it.
The shadow frowns as well, perfectly matching her expression.
“Tell me more about the noble slut. What did she look like? What were her fetishes?” Lusserina sounds rather interested in the “heroine” of the story...
The Blonde Knight pauses and after a few Long Seconds she sheats her Sword, and reaches Out with her Hand at The Shadow, stepping forward to Walk trough it.
The thief looks at her silently as he thinks for a few long moments. Finally he seems to reach a decision. “You know what, girl? Fine, you can have the stupid necklace! If you want to get killed in my place – be my guest! I just want to be left alone!”
The thief takes several steps back, never letting Avella out of his sight, then squats down and picks up a small ornate wooden box. “The necklace is in here.” He tells her as he shows her the container and she notices a small golden key in a keyhole on one side. “Catch!” He throws the box at her in an arc. It will be easy for Avella to catch it.
The shadow frowns as well, perfectly matching her expression.
“Tell me more about the noble slut. What did she look like? What were her fetishes?” Lusserina sounds rather interested in the “heroine” of the story...
Several thoughts come through Avella mind as thief throw in her way box. Maybe it is a trap and thief put some kind of bomb or something like that to explode in her hands. But on other hand, if she let it fall down, it could be break necklace and heritage will be destroyed. By her instinct, she catch box.
"Thank you, you made right choice. If you ever want to change your life, come to Marika, to community of Everlight. Sarenrae is always open for anyone who seeking redemption." She said and leave thief, checking box for hidden traps, before she opened it and seeing amulet.
“Tell me more about the noble slut. What did she look like? What were her fetishes?” Lusserina sounds rather interested in the “heroine” of the story...
"Well, she's a beauty let me tell you. Silky hair that shines like gold, a cold, and sharp face that sends both fearful, and lustful shivers to anyone she gazes upon. And her body, mmh, large breasts that still retain their enticing shape, despite her age. Curvy, childbearing hips, soft. and plump ass. And long legs, with meaty thighs." Anton descripes the "slut" who just happened to be a human version of Lusserina. "Though, it seems that her husband was impotent, as she didn't have children. That all changed when she succumbed to the merchant however." He grins, as he begins to weave a tale perfect for Lusserina to immerse herself in. But this time, as Anton gets to the naughty bits of the story, he times the way he touches her. Aiming to do just as the merchant does to the widow. The old man figured Lusserina was one who easily got immersed in a tale, specially if she's experiencing it first hand.
The lord and his wife remain silent for a few moments as they look at each other, then they turn back to her.
“This is worse than I feared,” Edward sighs, “I kept hoping that the walking trees are unrelated to the elven necromancers you encountered earlier, but this suggests that they very much are. Unless the necromancers that turned our dead men into undead are unrelated to the elven necromancers, which would be even worse – it would mean a second group of necromancers in the area.”
“So far we do not know who is behind the walking trees,” Victoria takes over, “the only hint we have gotten is the naked elven lady a few people have seen at night. At first I did not take the rumors about her seriously, but in light of everything else I can't help but winder...”
“Elven necromancers and an apparent elven exhibitionist that could be a druid, a summoner, or something else. They have made an openly hostile move by destroying the outpost, and I doubt it will be the last. Hopefully the Queen responds to our letter soon – we could use the help....” Edward sighs again.
“Thank you for bringing us the news, unpleasant as they may be. Please remember to keep them to yourself – the last thing we need is to cause panic in the village.” Victoria requests.
“You have my thanks as well.” The lord smiles at Ida, then takes out a pouch and hands it to her. Inside she finds 100 Gil. “A small show of my appreciation for your help. Use the money to buy whatever supplies you need, then get some rest – you've earned it and there's nothing urgent that requires your assistance right now.”
First she received 250 gil for clearing a mine and a demon. Then 500 gil for finding ruins... now 100 gil for information and clearing outpost? Was this a joke?
Nobles... why could they not be like Mistress Livina
She weighted the pouch.
"That... is surprisingly less than I suspected." She said slowly. "Did I not work enough to receive a noble title~" She said half-jokingly... but more seriously. "How about the land that I was promised?" She inquired. She wondered if they decided that she was a simple mercenary, and decided to screw her over.
The man currently raping the woman keeps at it, ignoring Ganith's presence (or maybe he is so lost into it he did not hear him). The other two practically jump in place, surprised, and turn around to look at him. Both of them have their erect cocks out, which does little to endear them to him.
“What the- where did you come from?” One of the men asks as he tries to put his dick back into his pants. The other doesn't bother, instead choosing to pull out a long curved dagger. “You picked a bad time for a stroll through the forest, friend. Now give us your money and we might let you go!” He attempts to sound threatening, though his exposed cock ruins the effect.
"How idiotic" Ganith scolded the men. Particularly the one who seemed to have a deathwith and not face the actual real threat to his life. Well, he planned on resolving that problem immediately. He approached the scene swiftly at the man currently balls deep in the woman he's raping....or one of the other men if they move to stop him.
The woman attempts to step back and pull away, but she is too slow. The first attack barely misses her, but the follow-up finds its target, the short sword piercing her flesh.
Again there is no physical wound, but the woman falls down unconscious anyway.
Having defeated her third opponent in a row Lydia feels like she is getting used to wielding a short sword, though she still has a lot to learn.
Looking around the thief notices a change – a dirt path through the trees has appeared. It goes almost straight for a bit, then splits in two. Right before the split are two more women, one a redhead and the other a blonde. They are both naked, their erect cocks pointing straight at her, and each is holding a short sword. As soon as she looks at them they both grin and start walking toward her.
Individually they appear no more threatening than the second opponent Lydia defeated, but it seems she will have to fight them at the same time. She has a few moments to get ready before they reach her.
Good thing I got myself off, eh? Might be hard to concentrate otherwise, Lydia thinks upon seeing the next challenge. As they walk nearer, Lydia runs into the forest, planning to meet the pair with a tree on her left to reduce the directions of attack the women have available. She raises her guard and waits for them to approach. Once they're within range, she will stab at whichever one is on her right, quickly shuffling around her target to prevent the other enemy from striking the thief while she's exposed.
The woman attempts to step back and pull away, but she is too slow. The first attack barely misses her, but the follow-up finds its target, the short sword piercing her flesh.
Again there is no physical wound, but the woman falls down unconscious anyway.
Having defeated her third opponent in a row Lydia feels like she is getting used to wielding a short sword, though she still has a lot to learn.
Looking around the thief notices a change – a dirt path through the trees has appeared. It goes almost straight for a bit, then splits in two. Right before the split are two more women, one a redhead and the other a blonde. They are both naked, their erect cocks pointing straight at her, and each is holding a short sword. As soon as she looks at them they both grin and start walking toward her.
Individually they appear no more threatening than the second opponent Lydia defeated, but it seems she will have to fight them at the same time. She has a few moments to get ready before they reach her.
The man snorts at her words. “Don't be silly, girl! Laws and courts are for the poor, the nobles can just bribe a judge to get the verdict they want! That's what happened to my father, after he refused to sell our land to some minor noble.” The thief sounds quite bitter about it. “Then the same happened to the minor noble, when a bigger noble wanted his land, so in a way he got what he deserved. But you're not here to talk about laws and nobles, are you. Stop wasting my time and tell me what you want. Or leave me alone and get lost – your choice.”
1d100 = 22
Stubborn: -10
Previous sexual encounter: +10
Sexual prowess: +20
Total: 42
1d100 = 79
Perceptive: +10
Total: 89
“Not a bad story, but the one from yesterday was better. Come now, I'm sure you know something a bit more... arousing.” Lusserina sounds dismissive, but as he looks at her more carefully Anton notices that her face is red, her breathing is irregular, and her hard nipples can be seen through her clothes. And the way she said the last word made it sound almost as if she is impatient to hear more stories – it seems the old man is having an effect on her despite the elf's attempts to deny it. Last, but not least, every time he tries touching her body she is slow to react, letting him grope her for a few seconds before pushing his hands away.
“Ah, yes, the plants... some young lad planted them. I don't know him – he seemed like a new arrival. After the lord's wife found the first batch he planted a second set of plants. He has not come back since then.” The thug tells her. “If I were you I'd check the other side of the river. Now that the trouble in the forest has been dealt with people are a lot more willing to go there. If the guy is smart he will go plant additional plants there, away from the guards. Less likely for anyone to stumble upon them, too.” The man sounds honest – Mylea can detect no hint of deception in his words.
"I see." She acknowledges. "Well, thank you for your aid. I will search for this 'lad'." She smiles. "If you're ever feeling 'religious', come find me. I intend to build a church in town, and I'll need help." Standing, she heads off to the other side of the river.
