The Founding of Marika

Avella wasn't too much surprised that passage was watched.
"I have two ideas. Marda, you are druid, so do you know how to polymorphic yourself into bird or fish? You could smuggle amulet by yourself." She said knowing that polymorphism is possible for high ranks of druids.
"Or if you are not able to do that, I will try to talk our way out of searching. I know ways to convince people to do what I want, without their knowledge."
Marda shakes her head. “I'm more of a plant person, but even if I wasn't polymorphing is beyond me for now. Sorry.”

“You want to talk to them? I'm not sure that's a good idea.” Lathrul begins as he looks at her. “They don't know that either of you is involved in this - or at least they shouldn't know - so no reason to tell them willingly. I think talking to them should be our last resort.”

“Do you have a better idea?” Marda asks and the elf looks at her next.

“I might, actually. How about I just try to walk into the village on my own? If it turns out they don't know who I am and don't stop me – great, you two can just follow behind me. If they do stop me, I can keep them occupied while the two of you enter the village. We will meet later, once they realize I don't have the necklace.”

“There could be more guards inside the village.” The druid points out.

“Perhaps... but they will see you cross the bridge and realizer that their friends on the other side of the river must have searched you, so they won't have a reason to search you. If they try anything regardless you can call upon Marika's regular guards for assistance.”

“That might work... or we might find ourselves surrounded by more of House Rexvanus' guards.”

The elf and the druid look at Avella, apparently leaving the final decision to her.



"Hoho, as long as you haven't thought about changing the terms of our deal. No, I'm still quite eager to try and persuading a priestess." Anton replied with a confident, and perverse chuckle.
“Very well.” Amelia nods. “Her name is Marissa...” She starts describing the priestess and soon Anton has a good idea what the woman looks like.
PriestessMarissaOfficial.png
“Currently she is somewhere in the village, trying to convert people. You could introduce yourself, if you want. In fact, I recommend it. She has a room here, in this inn, but I don't know which one, so if you would like to... visit her at night, shall we say... it might be a good idea to arrange it ahead of time.” She advises him. “That is all the help I can offer you – the rest is up to you. Good luck!” Amelia makes it clear she has nothing more to say to him until he has succeeded in his mission.



Ida slowly turned to the other side, a vicious scowl forming on her face.

The fucking bitch giving her advice when she clearly failed to realise her own mistake! Because Ida was on warpath - she was going to have the slut fucked by zombies for days, then she will rip her soul out of her body and torment her, before finally binding her soul to a strap-on so she could feel all her holes abused each time the strap-on was used!

Slowly, Ida got up. She put on her clothes and returned to her carriage - she swore to have her vengeance on this noblewoman.

Once she arrived, she took the rest of the day to rest and regenerate.
Ida is left alone for the rest of the day.
1d100 = 15
Her rest is far from ideal, however. She wakes up sweaty and horny, fragments of various erotic dreams quickly vanishing from her mind. Soon she no longer has any idea what she dreamed of, all she knows is that she's horny and her pussy and ass feel empty.



"Thank you." Ganith put his reward away and examines the potion maker again.

He knew it would be difficult. Married women always were. He knew her husband would be back soon, if he wasn't already, and who knows where her daughter is. However, he has to try. It's in his nature. Ganith loves nothing more than to bed women of all sizes and shapes(as long as they were intelligent and an adult).

So it is no surprise to him that he decides to be a bit suggestive. "Is there anything else you desire before I leave? I'm sure with your husband gone all day that it gets pretty lonely here by yourself and there's certain things that I wouldn't mind doing for free."
1d100 = 7
Seduction: +20
Helped her recently: +10
Faithful Wife: -40
Total: -3
“I... thank you, but no, I don't need anything right now. Thank you for asking, though.” Irina smiles at him. A slight blush on her pretty face is the only hint that she understood his meaning. Looks like seducing her, while not impossible, will be quite challenging.



Damned mages. Never can make things simple. She redresses and heads down the other path towards the camp with a group of women in the open. I'm comin' back to kill that elf bitch. She fumes. And see how she likes her own medicine.
Ignoring the new path for now Lydia heads to the camp she saw earlier. Approaching from the opposite direction she gets a better look at the clearing and its inhabitants.

The five naked women she saw earlier are still there, but two more have joined them. One is the same as the other five, but the other, while also naked, is a bit bigger and more muscular – she might be the only one there who can take a hit.

One of the six naked women is in the centre of the small camp, on all four. The big woman is fucking her pussy hard from behind and at the same time jerking her cock with one hand, the other hand groping her ass. The other five are in a semi-circle, watching and jerking off. None of them are paying any attention to their surroundings, focused on the show in front of them.

Looking around the camp the thief counts four tents. Three of them are more or less the same, likely belonging to the six women. The last one is a bit bigger, possibly belonging to the big woman (who seems to be some sort of boss). There are a few crates with supplies around the camp.



"Allright i want each of You Pick a Partner and Take a Sparring Sword and try to disarm one another while The Others watch." Arthuria says to The Group
1d100 = 61
Everyone picks a sparring sword and gather around. After some hesitation Erica goes first, quickly disarming Cyran. One by one the other recruits get their turn, some doing better than others. When every pair has had a turn the recruits show some initiative by switching partners and trying again.

In the end Derrek, Zoelle, Tamara, Solana and Iris seem to be the most skilled with a sword, though the others show at least some promise.




(Apologies for the wait, I have not been feeling so great recently. But I will try and finish this story, even if updates are slow.)
 
“Very well.” Amelia nods. “Her name is Marissa...” She starts describing the priestess and soon Anton has a good idea what the woman looks like.
“Currently she is somewhere in the village, trying to convert people. You could introduce yourself, if you want. In fact, I recommend it. She has a room here, in this inn, but I don't know which one, so if you would like to... visit her at night, shall we say... it might be a good idea to arrange it ahead of time.” She advises him. “That is all the help I can offer you – the rest is up to you. Good luck!” Amelia makes it clear she has nothing more to say to him until he has succeeded in his mission.

"Hoho." Anton chuckles as he gets a mental picture of his next prey. "Very well, I'll see what I can do." He grins, leaving without another word as he already fantasizes about what he'll do to the busty priestess. For now, he looks for her to give a quick introduction, since he only has a few more hours free until he had to teach his class.
 
Ignoring the new path for now Lydia heads to the camp she saw earlier. Approaching from the opposite direction she gets a better look at the clearing and its inhabitants.

The five naked women she saw earlier are still there, but two more have joined them. One is the same as the other five, but the other, while also naked, is a bit bigger and more muscular – she might be the only one there who can take a hit.

One of the six naked women is in the centre of the small camp, on all four. The big woman is fucking her pussy hard from behind and at the same time jerking her cock with one hand, the other hand groping her ass. The other five are in a semi-circle, watching and jerking off. None of them are paying any attention to their surroundings, focused on the show in front of them.

Looking around the camp the thief counts four tents. Three of them are more or less the same, likely belonging to the six women. The last one is a bit bigger, possibly belonging to the big woman (who seems to be some sort of boss). There are a few crates with supplies around the camp.

(Apologies for the wait, I have not been feeling so great recently. But I will try and finish this story, even if updates are slow.)

[Don't worry about it; there's no need to hurry. I hope you feel better soon!]

Lydia takes in the sight of the gathered group of endowed women. The big one having her way with one of her weaker companions easily captures the thief's attention as she watches the coupling. Fuck, I'm gonna get wet again... She crouches low and stalks through the grass towards the camp, knowing she'll need surprise on her side to defeat so many people. My ass still feels so empty... She tries to banish any thoughts of the elf noble. Focus, Lydia. Beat 'em, then you'll have your fun. As she nears the camp, Lydia draws her shortsword and charges the semi-circle, seeking to cut down as many of the smaller women as possible before any of them realize what's happening.
 
Marda shakes her head. “I'm more of a plant person, but even if I wasn't polymorphing is beyond me for now. Sorry.”

“You want to talk to them? I'm not sure that's a good idea.” Lathrul begins as he looks at her. “They don't know that either of you is involved in this - or at least they shouldn't know - so no reason to tell them willingly. I think talking to them should be our last resort.”

“Do you have a better idea?” Marda asks and the elf looks at her next.

“I might, actually. How about I just try to walk into the village on my own? If it turns out they don't know who I am and don't stop me – great, you two can just follow behind me. If they do stop me, I can keep them occupied while the two of you enter the village. We will meet later, once they realize I don't have the necklace.”

“There could be more guards inside the village.” The druid points out.

“Perhaps... but they will see you cross the bridge and realizer that their friends on the other side of the river must have searched you, so they won't have a reason to search you. If they try anything regardless you can call upon Marika's regular guards for assistance.”

“That might work... or we might find ourselves surrounded by more of House Rexvanus' guards.”

The elf and the druid look at Avella, apparently leaving the final decision to her.




“Very well.” Amelia nods. “Her name is Marissa...” She starts describing the priestess and soon Anton has a good idea what the woman looks like.
“Currently she is somewhere in the village, trying to convert people. You could introduce yourself, if you want. In fact, I recommend it. She has a room here, in this inn, but I don't know which one, so if you would like to... visit her at night, shall we say... it might be a good idea to arrange it ahead of time.” She advises him. “That is all the help I can offer you – the rest is up to you. Good luck!” Amelia makes it clear she has nothing more to say to him until he has succeeded in his mission.




Ida is left alone for the rest of the day.
1d100 = 15
Her rest is far from ideal, however. She wakes up sweaty and horny, fragments of various erotic dreams quickly vanishing from her mind. Soon she no longer has any idea what she dreamed of, all she knows is that she's horny and her pussy and ass feel empty.




1d100 = 7
Seduction: +20
Helped her recently: +10
Faithful Wife: -40
Total: -3
“I... thank you, but no, I don't need anything right now. Thank you for asking, though.” Irina smiles at him. A slight blush on her pretty face is the only hint that she understood his meaning. Looks like seducing her, while not impossible, will be quite challenging.




Ignoring the new path for now Lydia heads to the camp she saw earlier. Approaching from the opposite direction she gets a better look at the clearing and its inhabitants.

The five naked women she saw earlier are still there, but two more have joined them. One is the same as the other five, but the other, while also naked, is a bit bigger and more muscular – she might be the only one there who can take a hit.

One of the six naked women is in the centre of the small camp, on all four. The big woman is fucking her pussy hard from behind and at the same time jerking her cock with one hand, the other hand groping her ass. The other five are in a semi-circle, watching and jerking off. None of them are paying any attention to their surroundings, focused on the show in front of them.

Looking around the camp the thief counts four tents. Three of them are more or less the same, likely belonging to the six women. The last one is a bit bigger, possibly belonging to the big woman (who seems to be some sort of boss). There are a few crates with supplies around the camp.




1d100 = 61
Everyone picks a sparring sword and gather around. After some hesitation Erica goes first, quickly disarming Cyran. One by one the other recruits get their turn, some doing better than others. When every pair has had a turn the recruits show some initiative by switching partners and trying again.

In the end Derrek, Zoelle, Tamara, Solana and Iris seem to be the most skilled with a sword, though the others show at least some promise.




(Apologies for the wait, I have not been feeling so great recently. But I will try and finish this story, even if updates are slow.)
Avella wasn't sure if splitting up party is a good idea now, but on other hand Lathrul has no obiections to take first contact with oponents. What it feels weird for paladin, most of the times when it was Avella who takes first initiative in such ewents.
"Alright Lathrul, let's do it in your way. Go, and we will wait for the result. But before..." She said and pray for Everlight to bless them all, to support of godness in return what was stolen to righteous owners. Then, they followed elf mercenary plan.
 
Thankfully the necklace is not cursed, though it also does not seem to offer any benefits to her.

Soon Marda and Lathrul join her outside, the elf acting as if nothing happened last night, and the three of them break camp. A few hours later they reach the lumber camp and from there head toward the village.
1d100 = 26
1d100 = 68
As the trio approaches the bridge leading into the village they notice a couple of House Rexvanus guards standing close by and talking quietly. So far they seem to have not noticed Avella and her companions. “Crap, they have guards here too.” Lathrul curses as he observes the pair from afar. “Fighting them is a bad idea, but we could try to distract them and slip by unnoticed, or we could wait until they go back... I can't think of any other options. Does either of you have any ideas?”




The trip to the inn is quick and boring, and soon he finds himself back inside Amelia's room. “You got my message? Good. I hope you haven't changed your mind about the issue we talked about last time?” She asks him, wanting to make sure.




Her things are where she left them, waiting for her. As she wonders about leaving she realizes that so far she has seen nothing that would allow her to leave. Hopefully there's something up ahead, down the new path...




“Yes, ser, understood!” Eric and Iris reply as one, followed a moment later by all the other recruits. Then everyone waits for the training to begin.




Some time later Ida wakes up, laying on the bed, still naked. Vitoria, now clothed, is nearby and seems... worried about her?

“Awake at last, I see. Good.” The blonde sounds relieved. “Learn when to play along and when to stand your ground. If I had followed your example, I would be dead now, if not worse.” And with that bit of wisdom the noblewoman leaves the room, leaving Ida alone.




1d100 = 51
Nature Magic: +20
Total: 71
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Soon a young man in plane clothes comes into view, with a satchel on one side and holding a stick almost as tall as he is. He keeps looking around, as if afraid someone might be spying on him, but fails to notice Mylea thanks to her spell.

Once he is certain he is alone the young man makes his way to the river bank, first to the plants she found earlier, then to another group of plants further down the river. Both times he nods to himself, apparently satisfied, then starts heading back to the forest, making sure to cover his tracks. It seems he is planning to head back to the village.




Irina checks the contents of the basket, then looks at him and nods. “That's perfect, thank you! Wait here, I'll be right back!” Taking the basket she heads to the back of the shop, vanishing from his sight for a few moments before coming back carrying a small pouch. “Here are the money I promised you.” She hands him the pouch. Looking inside he finds the full amount he was promised. “And this...” she takes a potion full of a green liquid and puts it on the counter in front of him, “is a small bonus, as thanks for getting everything. It will cure you of the most common poisons.” She smiles at him.
Mylea decides to reveal herself, stepping out of the forest in front of the boy, with a smirk. "Well hello there... Out and about for some gardening?"
 
Ida is left alone for the rest of the day.
1d100 = 15
Her rest is far from ideal, however. She wakes up sweaty and horny, fragments of various erotic dreams quickly vanishing from her mind. Soon she no longer has any idea what she dreamed of, all she knows is that she's horny and her pussy and ass feel empty.

Ida cursed at another tiring night... it left her tired, annoyed.

She started pleasuring herself, masturbating until she came...

After that, she went around the town again, seeking potential servants, aprentices, followers...

Once the noon arrived, Ida left the city and went to her new lands... all the while plotting the fall of the baroness.
 
"Hoho." Anton chuckles as he gets a mental picture of his next prey. "Very well, I'll see what I can do." He grins, leaving without another word as he already fantasizes about what he'll do to the busty priestess. For now, he looks for her to give a quick introduction, since he only has a few more hours free until he had to teach his class.
Finding the priestess is easy – he asks a few of the villagers and they direct him to where she is. However, he finds her in the middle of healing people and preaching about her goddess, and so he is forced to wait for a while.

“Yes? How may I help you?” The priestess when it is finally his turn to speak with her.



[Don't worry about it; there's no need to hurry. I hope you feel better soon!]

Lydia takes in the sight of the gathered group of endowed women. The big one having her way with one of her weaker companions easily captures the thief's attention as she watches the coupling. Fuck, I'm gonna get wet again... She crouches low and stalks through the grass towards the camp, knowing she'll need surprise on her side to defeat so many people. My ass still feels so empty... She tries to banish any thoughts of the elf noble. Focus, Lydia. Beat 'em, then you'll have your fun. As she nears the camp, Lydia draws her shortsword and charges the semi-circle, seeking to cut down as many of the smaller women as possible before any of them realize what's happening.
1d100 = 61
Stealth: +20
Total: 81
Sneaking up on the women is easy, none of them paying any attention to their surroundings. Luydia begins her attack just as the boss starts cumming inside the woman she is fucking...
1d100 = 68
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 103
1d100 = 25
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 60
1d100 = 28
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 63
1d100 = 16
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 51
1d100 = 33
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 68
1d100 = 56
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 91
The thief's strikes are far from perfect, but between the element of surprise and her newfound skill with the short sword she is able to take out all five of the regular women, as well as land a hit on the boss. “You bitch!” The large woman growls as she pulls out of her lover, having shot her whole load, and rushes to grab her weapon – a short sword left on the ground.
1d100 = 91
Despite her size the woman is quite fast and manages to get to her weapon before Lydia can stop her. “I'm going to enjoy pounding your ass, cutie!” She brandishes her weapon at the thief, while her still-hard cock twitches in anticipation.

Out of the corner of her eye Lydia notices that the woman who got fucked seems to be out of it, same as the other five. That means the boss is the only opponent left – one good hit will determine the outcome of the battle... and the woman is letting her make the first move.



Avella wasn't sure if splitting up party is a good idea now, but on other hand Lathrul has no obiections to take first contact with oponents. What it feels weird for paladin, most of the times when it was Avella who takes first initiative in such ewents.
"Alright Lathrul, let's do it in your way. Go, and we will wait for the result. But before..." She said and pray for Everlight to bless them all, to support of godness in return what was stolen to righteous owners. Then, they followed elf mercenary plan.
1d100 = 35
Divine Magic: +30
Total: 65
In response to her prayer a warm energy washes over Avella and Marda.

“Wish me luck!” Lathrul says and walks toward the bridge.

“There you are! We've been looking for you!” The two guards exclaim as they see him and move to block his path.

“Looking for me? What for? Is there something you need from me?” The elf acts like he has no idea what this might be about.

“Yes, you! Come here!” The guards grab his hands and pull him to the side of the road, the mercenary not resisting.
1d100 = 80
Avella's spell: +10
Total: 90
Focused on Lathrul the guards don't even notice the paladin and druid that pass them by and cross the bridge...

1d100 = 70
Once on the other side of the bridge Avella takes a quick look around, and spots a soldier belonging to House Leonis – it seems they too sent some of their men to Marika...



Mylea decides to reveal herself, stepping out of the forest in front of the boy, with a smirk. "Well hello there... Out and about for some gardening?"
“What the- who are you? Where did you come from?” The young man jumps in place, clearly surprised, and turns to face her. He is clearly hesitating what to do next – whether to attack her or to flee.



Ida cursed at another tiring night... it left her tired, annoyed.

She started pleasuring herself, masturbating until she came...

After that, she went around the town again, seeking potential servants, aprentices, followers...

Once the noon arrived, Ida left the city and went to her new lands... all the while plotting the fall of the baroness.
1d100 = 73
As she walks around the village Ida stumbles upon a young village girl being harassed by a trio of thuggish-looking guys. The girl would probably make a decent servant, if Ida saves her...

(I don't have a picture right now, so you can suggest your own if you want.)
 
Finding the priestess is easy – he asks a few of the villagers and they direct him to where she is. However, he finds her in the middle of healing people and preaching about her goddess, and so he is forced to wait for a while.

“Yes? How may I help you?” The priestess when it is finally his turn to speak with her.

Seeing how she looks exactly like he pictures, Anton hides a perverse grin. "Ah, good morning, my lady. I'm just here to introduce myself. You see, I'm an instructor for the guards. And as you know, training drills can sometimes lead to serious injuries if untreated. So I was watching to see if you truly were a healer. Which I have now confirmed." The old man said as he introduces himself, speaking to her as if he was speaking to a noble. "Might I inquire as to how I may secure your services, should the need arise?"
 
1d100 = 35
Divine Magic: +30
Total: 65
In response to her prayer a warm energy washes over Avella and Marda.

“Wish me luck!” Lathrul says and walks toward the bridge.

“There you are! We've been looking for you!” The two guards exclaim as they see him and move to block his path.

“Looking for me? What for? Is there something you need from me?” The elf acts like he has no idea what this might be about.

“Yes, you! Come here!” The guards grab his hands and pull him to the side of the road, the mercenary not resisting.
1d100 = 80
Avella's spell: +10
Total: 90
Focused on Lathrul the guards don't even notice the paladin and druid that pass them by and cross the bridge...

1d100 = 70
Once on the other side of the bridge Avella takes a quick look around, and spots a soldier belonging to House Leonis – it seems they too sent some of their men to Marika...
Paladin quiet pray thankfull to Sarenear for her support in their crossing the bridge without being spotted by guards. Avella wanted to wait for Lathrul, but on other hand it would be better if they finish their mission as fast as possible.
"It look like we are blessed by Everlight." She said happy to Marda pointing at soldier of House Leonis. They walk to him. Of course, such commoner fighter isn't person with who they should talk about reward, but he could lead them to his commander.
"Good morning men of Leonis. My name is Avella of Sarenear Order and I have something realy important to discuss with your commander. Could you lead us to him?"
 
1d100 = 61
Stealth: +20
Total: 81
Sneaking up on the women is easy, none of them paying any attention to their surroundings. Luydia begins her attack just as the boss starts cumming inside the woman she is fucking...
1d100 = 68
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 103
1d100 = 25
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 60
1d100 = 28
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 63
1d100 = 16
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 51
1d100 = 33
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 68
1d100 = 56
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 91
The thief's strikes are far from perfect, but between the element of surprise and her newfound skill with the short sword she is able to take out all five of the regular women, as well as land a hit on the boss. “You bitch!” The large woman growls as she pulls out of her lover, having shot her whole load, and rushes to grab her weapon – a short sword left on the ground.
1d100 = 91
Despite her size the woman is quite fast and manages to get to her weapon before Lydia can stop her. “I'm going to enjoy pounding your ass, cutie!” She brandishes her weapon at the thief, while her still-hard cock twitches in anticipation.

Out of the corner of her eye Lydia notices that the woman who got fucked seems to be out of it, same as the other five. That means the boss is the only opponent left – one good hit will determine the outcome of the battle... and the woman is letting her make the first move.

Lydia laughs as she dispatches the women, amused by her timing.
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"Might be hard to manage that when you're writhin' on the ground, love!" She doesn't hesitate to step forward and slash at the now-armed woman. Still gleeful, and perhaps a little angry, the thief targets her opponent's turgid manhood, aiming to add insult to injury.
 
Finding the priestess is easy – he asks a few of the villagers and they direct him to where she is. However, he finds her in the middle of healing people and preaching about her goddess, and so he is forced to wait for a while.

“Yes? How may I help you?” The priestess when it is finally his turn to speak with her.




1d100 = 61
Stealth: +20
Total: 81
Sneaking up on the women is easy, none of them paying any attention to their surroundings. Luydia begins her attack just as the boss starts cumming inside the woman she is fucking...
1d100 = 68
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 103
1d100 = 25
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 60
1d100 = 28
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 63
1d100 = 16
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 51
1d100 = 33
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 68
1d100 = 56
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 91
The thief's strikes are far from perfect, but between the element of surprise and her newfound skill with the short sword she is able to take out all five of the regular women, as well as land a hit on the boss. “You bitch!” The large woman growls as she pulls out of her lover, having shot her whole load, and rushes to grab her weapon – a short sword left on the ground.
1d100 = 91
Despite her size the woman is quite fast and manages to get to her weapon before Lydia can stop her. “I'm going to enjoy pounding your ass, cutie!” She brandishes her weapon at the thief, while her still-hard cock twitches in anticipation.

Out of the corner of her eye Lydia notices that the woman who got fucked seems to be out of it, same as the other five. That means the boss is the only opponent left – one good hit will determine the outcome of the battle... and the woman is letting her make the first move.




1d100 = 35
Divine Magic: +30
Total: 65
In response to her prayer a warm energy washes over Avella and Marda.

“Wish me luck!” Lathrul says and walks toward the bridge.

“There you are! We've been looking for you!” The two guards exclaim as they see him and move to block his path.

“Looking for me? What for? Is there something you need from me?” The elf acts like he has no idea what this might be about.

“Yes, you! Come here!” The guards grab his hands and pull him to the side of the road, the mercenary not resisting.
1d100 = 80
Avella's spell: +10
Total: 90
Focused on Lathrul the guards don't even notice the paladin and druid that pass them by and cross the bridge...

1d100 = 70
Once on the other side of the bridge Avella takes a quick look around, and spots a soldier belonging to House Leonis – it seems they too sent some of their men to Marika...




“What the- who are you? Where did you come from?” The young man jumps in place, clearly surprised, and turns to face her. He is clearly hesitating what to do next – whether to attack her or to flee.




1d100 = 73
As she walks around the village Ida stumbles upon a young village girl being harassed by a trio of thuggish-looking guys. The girl would probably make a decent servant, if Ida saves her...

(I don't have a picture right now, so you can suggest your own if you want.)
"My name's Mylea." The green haired woman smiles at the young man. "Please, no need to fear - I don't intend violence. I'm hardly dressed for battle." She giggles. "I merely wish to find out more about the lovely flowers you've been planting. Well, not so much the poisonous one, but the one with pink petals? Delectable." The priestess watches the young man, telling a half truth - it's certainly true that she's investigating the flowers, but she sees no point in telling him that she represents the lord and lady, at least not yet. Better for him to think it's just out of personal interest. "I'm a lover of nature, you see." She explains.
 
Finding the priestess is easy – he asks a few of the villagers and they direct him to where she is. However, he finds her in the middle of healing people and preaching about her goddess, and so he is forced to wait for a while.

“Yes? How may I help you?” The priestess when it is finally his turn to speak with her.




1d100 = 61
Stealth: +20
Total: 81
Sneaking up on the women is easy, none of them paying any attention to their surroundings. Luydia begins her attack just as the boss starts cumming inside the woman she is fucking...
1d100 = 68
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 103
1d100 = 25
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 60
1d100 = 28
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 63
1d100 = 16
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 51
1d100 = 33
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 68
1d100 = 56
Shortswords: +10
Sneak Attack: +25
Total: 91
The thief's strikes are far from perfect, but between the element of surprise and her newfound skill with the short sword she is able to take out all five of the regular women, as well as land a hit on the boss. “You bitch!” The large woman growls as she pulls out of her lover, having shot her whole load, and rushes to grab her weapon – a short sword left on the ground.
1d100 = 91
Despite her size the woman is quite fast and manages to get to her weapon before Lydia can stop her. “I'm going to enjoy pounding your ass, cutie!” She brandishes her weapon at the thief, while her still-hard cock twitches in anticipation.

Out of the corner of her eye Lydia notices that the woman who got fucked seems to be out of it, same as the other five. That means the boss is the only opponent left – one good hit will determine the outcome of the battle... and the woman is letting her make the first move.




1d100 = 35
Divine Magic: +30
Total: 65
In response to her prayer a warm energy washes over Avella and Marda.

“Wish me luck!” Lathrul says and walks toward the bridge.

“There you are! We've been looking for you!” The two guards exclaim as they see him and move to block his path.

“Looking for me? What for? Is there something you need from me?” The elf acts like he has no idea what this might be about.

“Yes, you! Come here!” The guards grab his hands and pull him to the side of the road, the mercenary not resisting.
1d100 = 80
Avella's spell: +10
Total: 90
Focused on Lathrul the guards don't even notice the paladin and druid that pass them by and cross the bridge...

1d100 = 70
Once on the other side of the bridge Avella takes a quick look around, and spots a soldier belonging to House Leonis – it seems they too sent some of their men to Marika...




“What the- who are you? Where did you come from?” The young man jumps in place, clearly surprised, and turns to face her. He is clearly hesitating what to do next – whether to attack her or to flee.




1d100 = 73
As she walks around the village Ida stumbles upon a young village girl being harassed by a trio of thuggish-looking guys. The girl would probably make a decent servant, if Ida saves her...

(I don't have a picture right now, so you can suggest your own if you want.)

{how about this pic?}

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Ida hummed as she saw young woman... perfect.

She made her way behind the tugish men. She thrust her hand, magic pushing the closest to her to fly and hit the wall.

As the other two looked at her, her body hummed with power.

"Beat it." She said shortly, her voice intimidating.
 
(Almost seven days too late because I kept getting distracted by various things, but this post is finally done.)

Seeing how she looks exactly like he pictures, Anton hides a perverse grin. "Ah, good morning, my lady. I'm just here to introduce myself. You see, I'm an instructor for the guards. And as you know, training drills can sometimes lead to serious injuries if untreated. So I was watching to see if you truly were a healer. Which I have now confirmed." The old man said as he introduces himself, speaking to her as if he was speaking to a noble. "Might I inquire as to how I may secure your services, should the need arise?"
“Please, no need to be so formal, my good man, I am not a noble.” The busty priestess smiles at him. “You need not worry about securing our services. I have already sent two of our acolytes to the barracks, to let the captain know that they will take care of any healing his men may require.” She informs him.


Paladin quiet pray thankfull to Sarenear for her support in their crossing the bridge without being spotted by guards. Avella wanted to wait for Lathrul, but on other hand it would be better if they finish their mission as fast as possible.
"It look like we are blessed by Everlight." She said happy to Marda pointing at soldier of House Leonis. They walk to him. Of course, such commoner fighter isn't person with who they should talk about reward, but he could lead them to his commander.
"Good morning men of Leonis. My name is Avella of Sarenear Order and I have something realy important to discuss with your commander. Could you lead us to him?"
At first the men look at her and Marda suspiciously, but soon they relax and nod, apparently having found no reason to be wary of either of them. “Follow us.” One of them says curtly and starts leading them through the village.

The trio of soldiers lead them to the Golden Brooch inn, where they are made to wait outside for a bit while one goes inside to speak with someone, presumably a superior. A few minutes later the young man comes back. “The commander has agreed to speak with you.” He informs the pair, then leads them inside and to a room on the second floor.

Inside the expensive room an armored man is waiting for them, sitting behind a small table. “My men tell me you wished to speak with me. What is this about?” He looks at them questioningly.
1d100 = 48
???: -30
Total: 18
Avella takes a quick look around the room and notices a few things: There are 8 guards in the room, not including the commander. They seem friendly enough so far, but two of them are blocking the only way out...


Lydia laughs as she dispatches the women, amused by her timing.
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"Might be hard to manage that when you're writhin' on the ground, love!" She doesn't hesitate to step forward and slash at the now-armed woman. Still gleeful, and perhaps a little angry, the thief targets her opponent's turgid manhood, aiming to add insult to injury.
1d100 = 7
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 17

1d100 = 57
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 67
1d100 = 67
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 77

1d100 = 17
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 23
Choosing to attack the woman's manhood may not have been the best idea. As big as it is, it's still relatively small compared to the rest of her body, and she is able to avoid Lydia's strike with ease. Fortunately her counterattack is rather sloppy and Lydia is able to deflect the blow with her own sword. “Not bad, girl, not bad. But how much longer can you keep this up, I wonder?”

1d100 = 7
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 17

1d100 = 59
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 69
1d100 = 2
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 12

1d100 = 74
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 84
Again Lydia is allowed to make the first move, and again her attack leaves much to be desired, the woman dodging with ease. She retaliates with a slash at the thief's head... that turns out to be a faint. Lydia screams in pain as a short sword pierces her stomach. Again there is no physical wound, but the archer is left too weak to continue fighting.

“So, what were you saying about me writhing on the ground?” The boss asks, sounding quite smug as she looks down at Lydia, who is now on her knees, unable to get up or resist her opponent;s advances in any way. “Time for your punishment. Something you want to say first, cutie?”

(Part of me was tempted to throw Lydia a bone, but... what's the point of dice rolls if I am going to fudge them when things go badly for a character?)


"My name's Mylea." The green haired woman smiles at the young man. "Please, no need to fear - I don't intend violence. I'm hardly dressed for battle." She giggles. "I merely wish to find out more about the lovely flowers you've been planting. Well, not so much the poisonous one, but the one with pink petals? Delectable." The priestess watches the young man, telling a half truth - it's certainly true that she's investigating the flowers, but she sees no point in telling him that she represents the lord and lady, at least not yet. Better for him to think it's just out of personal interest. "I'm a lover of nature, you see." She explains.
1d100 = 47
Persuasion: +30
Total: 77
1d100 = 4
The young man looks at her for a few long moments. At first he is wary of her, but then seems to relax a bit. Mylea feels certain that he did not realize she was not entirely truthful with him.

“Nice to meet you, Mylea. You may call me Jack. What, exactly, do you want to know?”


{how about this pic?}

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Ida hummed as she saw young woman... perfect.

She made her way behind the tugish men. She thrust her hand, magic pushing the closest to her to fly and hit the wall.

As the other two looked at her, her body hummed with power.

"Beat it." She said shortly, her voice intimidating.
Ida's roll: 1d100 = 89
Men's roll: 1d100 = 85
The two thugs look at her while the third guy slowly gets up, still conscious but wounded from hitting the wall. A few tense moments pass, and for a second Ida thinks that they might try to fight her after all, but eventually they back down. “We'll remember you, bitch!” One of the men growls and spits on the ground. The two healthy ones help help their friend and all three leave, angrily glaring daggers at her the entire time.

Once the men are gone Ida looks at the young woman she just rescued, and notices that the girl too seems rather scared of her...
 
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(Almost seven days too late because I kept getting distracted by various things, but this post is finally done.)


“Please, no need to be so formal, my good man, I am not a noble.” The busty priestess smiles at him. “You need not worry about securing our services. I have already sent two of our acolytes to the barracks, to let the captain know that they will take care of any healing his men may require.” She informs him.



At first the men look at her and Marda suspiciously, but soon they relax and nod, apparently having found no reason to be wary of either of them. “Follow us.” One of them says curtly and starts leading them through the village.

The trio of soldiers lead them to the Golden Brooch inn, where they are made to wait outside for a bit while one goes inside to speak with someone, presumably a superior. A few minutes later the young man comes back. “The commander has agreed to speak with you.” He informs the pair, then leads them inside and to a room on the second floor.

Inside the expensive room an armored man is waiting for them, sitting behind a small table. “My men tell me you wished to speak with me. What is this about?” He looks at them questioningly.
1d100 = 48
???: -30
Total: 18
Avella takes a quick look around the room and notices a few things: There are 8 guards in the room, not including the commander. They seem friendly enough so far, but two of them are blocking the only way out...



1d100 = 7
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 17

1d100 = 57
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 67
1d100 = 67
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 77

1d100 = 17
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 23
Choosing to attack the woman's manhood may not have been the best idea. As big as it is, it's still relatively small compared to the rest of her body, and she is able to avoid Lydia's strike with ease. Fortunately her counterattack is rather sloppy and Lydia is able to deflect the blow with her own sword. “Not bad, girl, not bad. But how much longer can you keep this up, I wonder?”

1d100 = 7
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 17

1d100 = 59
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 69
1d100 = 2
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 12

1d100 = 74
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 84
Again Lydia is allowed to make the first move, and again her attack leaves much to be desired, the woman dodging with ease. She retaliates with a slash at the thief's head... that turns out to be a faint. Lydia screams in pain as a short sword pierces her stomach. Again there is no physical wound, but the archer is left too weak to continue fighting.

“So, what were you saying about me writhing on the ground?” The boss asks, sounding quite smug as she looks down at Lydia, who is now on her knees, unable to get up or resist her opponent;s advances in any way. “Time for your punishment. Something you want to say first, cutie?”

(Part of me was tempted to throw Lydia a bone, but... what's the point of dice rolls if I am going to fudge them when things go badly for a character?)



1d100 = 47
Persuasion: +30
Total: 77
1d100 = 4
The young man looks at her for a few long moments. At first he is wary of her, but then seems to relax a bit. Mylea feels certain that he did not realize she was not entirely truthful with him.

“Nice to meet you, Mylea. You may call me Jack. What, exactly, do you want to know?”



Ida's roll: 1d100 = 89
Men's roll: 1d100 = 85
The two thugs look at her while the third guy slowly gets up, still conscious but wounded from hitting the wall. A few tense moments pass, and for a second Ida thinks that they might try to fight her after all, but eventually they back down. “We'll remember you, bitch!” One of the men growls and spits on the ground. The two healthy ones help help their friend and all three leave, angrily glaring daggers at her the entire time.

Once the men are gone Ida looks at the young woman she just rescued, and notices that the girl too seems rather scared of her...
Avella looked around the room, wondering why they take so many guards to such small area. Are they fearing them or they just wary of unknown visitors? Well, it doesn't matter.
"My name is Avella, paladin of Everlight order. I get information about stolen from you artifact and I decided to help you regain your loss." She said checking their reaction, wondering if she missed something important.
"Could you tell me what is your rank in the house Leonis?"
 
(Almost seven days too late because I kept getting distracted by various things, but this post is finally done.)


“Please, no need to be so formal, my good man, I am not a noble.” The busty priestess smiles at him. “You need not worry about securing our services. I have already sent two of our acolytes to the barracks, to let the captain know that they will take care of any healing his men may require.” She informs him.

"Aah, that's good, that's good." Anton nods, smiling as he approaches her. "Then, perhaps something a bit more personal?" He asked, his tone was still polite. "See, in my old age, I've went and done something... mmmh, unbefitting my age." He chuckled, "See, I went a bit... too eager last night, and I injured an important part of myself." The old man spoke, motioning to his crotch. "Do you think you could heal me, priestess?"
 
1d100 = 7
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 17

1d100 = 57
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 67
1d100 = 67
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 77

1d100 = 17
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 23
Choosing to attack the woman's manhood may not have been the best idea. As big as it is, it's still relatively small compared to the rest of her body, and she is able to avoid Lydia's strike with ease. Fortunately her counterattack is rather sloppy and Lydia is able to deflect the blow with her own sword. “Not bad, girl, not bad. But how much longer can you keep this up, I wonder?”

1d100 = 7
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 17

1d100 = 59
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 69
1d100 = 2
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 12

1d100 = 74
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 84
Again Lydia is allowed to make the first move, and again her attack leaves much to be desired, the woman dodging with ease. She retaliates with a slash at the thief's head... that turns out to be a faint. Lydia screams in pain as a short sword pierces her stomach. Again there is no physical wound, but the archer is left too weak to continue fighting.

“So, what were you saying about me writhing on the ground?” The boss asks, sounding quite smug as she looks down at Lydia, who is now on her knees, unable to get up or resist her opponent;s advances in any way. “Time for your punishment. Something you want to say first, cutie?”

(Part of me was tempted to throw Lydia a bone, but... what's the point of dice rolls if I am going to fudge them when things go badly for a character?)

[Lydia's kind of an arrogant asshole, so she probably deserves what's coming to her. Hell, this could give her impetus to be a little less overconfident in the future. Teach her a lesson and all that.]

Kneeling in the dirt, Lydia looks up defiantly at the sole woman standing, but her body language is meek or even plaintive at being bested again so soon. "You're lucky that noble cunt got to me first..." She mutters, the exhaustion clearly getting to her as she awaits.
 
(Almost seven days too late because I kept getting distracted by various things, but this post is finally done.)


“Please, no need to be so formal, my good man, I am not a noble.” The busty priestess smiles at him. “You need not worry about securing our services. I have already sent two of our acolytes to the barracks, to let the captain know that they will take care of any healing his men may require.” She informs him.



At first the men look at her and Marda suspiciously, but soon they relax and nod, apparently having found no reason to be wary of either of them. “Follow us.” One of them says curtly and starts leading them through the village.

The trio of soldiers lead them to the Golden Brooch inn, where they are made to wait outside for a bit while one goes inside to speak with someone, presumably a superior. A few minutes later the young man comes back. “The commander has agreed to speak with you.” He informs the pair, then leads them inside and to a room on the second floor.

Inside the expensive room an armored man is waiting for them, sitting behind a small table. “My men tell me you wished to speak with me. What is this about?” He looks at them questioningly.
1d100 = 48
???: -30
Total: 18
Avella takes a quick look around the room and notices a few things: There are 8 guards in the room, not including the commander. They seem friendly enough so far, but two of them are blocking the only way out...



1d100 = 7
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 17

1d100 = 57
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 67
1d100 = 67
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 77

1d100 = 17
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 23
Choosing to attack the woman's manhood may not have been the best idea. As big as it is, it's still relatively small compared to the rest of her body, and she is able to avoid Lydia's strike with ease. Fortunately her counterattack is rather sloppy and Lydia is able to deflect the blow with her own sword. “Not bad, girl, not bad. But how much longer can you keep this up, I wonder?”

1d100 = 7
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 17

1d100 = 59
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 69
1d100 = 2
Lydia's Short Swords: +10
Total: 12

1d100 = 74
Opponent's Short Swords: +10
Total: 84
Again Lydia is allowed to make the first move, and again her attack leaves much to be desired, the woman dodging with ease. She retaliates with a slash at the thief's head... that turns out to be a faint. Lydia screams in pain as a short sword pierces her stomach. Again there is no physical wound, but the archer is left too weak to continue fighting.

“So, what were you saying about me writhing on the ground?” The boss asks, sounding quite smug as she looks down at Lydia, who is now on her knees, unable to get up or resist her opponent;s advances in any way. “Time for your punishment. Something you want to say first, cutie?”

(Part of me was tempted to throw Lydia a bone, but... what's the point of dice rolls if I am going to fudge them when things go badly for a character?)



1d100 = 47
Persuasion: +30
Total: 77
1d100 = 4
The young man looks at her for a few long moments. At first he is wary of her, but then seems to relax a bit. Mylea feels certain that he did not realize she was not entirely truthful with him.

“Nice to meet you, Mylea. You may call me Jack. What, exactly, do you want to know?”



Ida's roll: 1d100 = 89
Men's roll: 1d100 = 85
The two thugs look at her while the third guy slowly gets up, still conscious but wounded from hitting the wall. A few tense moments pass, and for a second Ida thinks that they might try to fight her after all, but eventually they back down. “We'll remember you, bitch!” One of the men growls and spits on the ground. The two healthy ones help help their friend and all three leave, angrily glaring daggers at her the entire time.

Once the men are gone Ida looks at the young woman she just rescued, and notices that the girl too seems rather scared of her...

{I was looking, where the reply might be - and it was in a quote! :D}

Ida looked at the woman and narrowed her eyes.

"Are you alright?" She asked, then looked the woman over. "If you are, then run along~" She waved her hand, secretly she counted on woman staying and starting conversation.
 
1d100 = 7
Seduction: +20
Helped her recently: +10
Faithful Wife: -40
Total: -3
“I... thank you, but no, I don't need anything right now. Thank you for asking, though.” Irina smiles at him. A slight blush on her pretty face is the only hint that she understood his meaning. Looks like seducing her, while not impossible, will be quite challenging.

Great, a prude...Ganith thought to himself. Well, he'll just have to remember that the next time she needs help. There was no helping it now though. He'll just have to find some other way to sate his desires. He attempted not to leave his irritation and disappointment that she had shot him down show on his face and just took and put it with his things. "Well, thanks anyways..."

Then he departed to see what other kind of shenanigans he could get involved in.
 
Avella looked around the room, wondering why they take so many guards to such small area. Are they fearing them or they just wary of unknown visitors? Well, it doesn't matter.
"My name is Avella, paladin of Everlight order. I get information about stolen from you artifact and I decided to help you regain your loss." She said checking their reaction, wondering if she missed something important.
"Could you tell me what is your rank in the house Leonis?"
“Well met, lady Avella.” The man nods at her politely. “By order of the lady I am in charge of all House Leonis guards in this village. Before we continue I need you to tell me how you learned about the stolen artefact and how you ended up here, talking to me. Please be honest – we will know if you try to lie to us.” He gives her a firm look. “I apologize for all the hassle, but it is necessary – we can't take any chances, not with members of House Rexvanus also in the village, and neither of you two are people we have dealt with previously. That makes it necessary to be very cautious.” He gives her an apologetic look and waits to hear her story.


"Aah, that's good, that's good." Anton nods, smiling as he approaches her. "Then, perhaps something a bit more personal?" He asked, his tone was still polite. "See, in my old age, I've went and done something... mmmh, unbefitting my age." He chuckled, "See, I went a bit... too eager last night, and I injured an important part of myself." The old man spoke, motioning to his crotch. "Do you think you could heal me, priestess?"
“Is that so?” The priestess raises an eyebrow. “I should be able to heal you... but first I will need to check and see the extent of the... injury. Which I can't do right now, but I will be free in about half an hour. I hope you can wait...”


[Lydia's kind of an arrogant asshole, so she probably deserves what's coming to her. Hell, this could give her impetus to be a little less overconfident in the future. Teach her a lesson and all that.]

Kneeling in the dirt, Lydia looks up defiantly at the sole woman standing, but her body language is meek or even plaintive at being bested again so soon. "You're lucky that noble cunt got to me first..." She mutters, the exhaustion clearly getting to her as she awaits.
“Sure, keep telling yourself that, girlie.” The woman smirks at her as she grabs her and changes her position. Soon Lydia finds herself face down and ass up, both of her holes exposed to the woman's lusty gaze.

“Mmm, such a nice ass...” The thief feels the woman's hands on her cheeks, fondling and groping her for a bit before pulling away. A moment later she feels a tongue slowly circle her back door before pushing against it but not going inside. This repeats a few times before the tongue too leaves. “Alright, enough foreplay! Time for the main event!” Lydia feels the hands return and grip her butt tightly, then something big and hard presses against her back entrance and slowly forces its way inside, stretching her a bit as it does. The woman's is definitely a bit bigger than the elf's, though not unpleasantly so. “Mmm, so tight...” The woman begins fucking Lydia slow but hard, occasionally slapping Lydia's cheeks between thrusts.

The leader takes her sweet time pounding Lydia's back door, giving enough time for the six unconscious women to recover and start watching the pair, each one making lewd comments and jerking off.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the leader speeds up. A few more thrusts follow, then she buries her entire length inside Lydia and start cumming, filling the thief's ass with her seed. “Oh, yes! So good! I love fucking young cuties like you!” She shouts as she shoots more and more cum.

Finally the woman is spent, no more cum coming out of her cock, and she pulls away, her manhood slowly leaving Lydia's ass. A small part of the thief can't help but feel empty and wish for the cock to come back and fill her up again.

A few moments later the six spectating women move closer and also start cumming. Two shoot their loads on Lydia's butt, the next two on her back, and the last two on her hair. Once they are finished they start making various comments as they look at her: “Damn, what a hot slut!”, “She looks so hot with my cum on her ass!”, “It suits her to have cum in her hair!”, “You think she's good at sucking cock?”, “I wonder how tight her pussy is?”, and many more.

“Well, that was fun!” Lydia hears the boss speak after several minutes. “Now, what should we do with you girl? We could let you go... but that would be boring, no? How about a fuck you a second time? Or would prefer for my underlings to take a turn fucking your ass? I'm sure they'll be happy to oblige...” The six women eagerly confirm their boss' words. “Which one will it be? Beg for the one you want... or refuse to beg, and I will choose for you.”


{I was looking, where the reply might be - and it was in a quote! :D}

Ida looked at the woman and narrowed her eyes.

"Are you alright?" She asked, then looked the woman over. "If you are, then run along~" She waved her hand, secretly she counted on woman staying and starting conversation.
“I... yes, I am fine. Thank you for the help, I doubt those thugs would have let me go after getting some free blowjobs, no matter what they claimed.” Seeing that Ida is in no hurry to take advantage of her the young woman seems to relax a bit, though her eyes keep darting around, as if expecting the thugs to come back any second now. “I don't think I've seen you around the village before. Are you new here?” She asks after she finally takes a longer look at her saviour.


Great, a prude...Ganith thought to himself. Well, he'll just have to remember that the next time she needs help. There was no helping it now though. He'll just have to find some other way to sate his desires. He attempted not to leave his irritation and disappointment that she had shot him down show on his face and just took and put it with his things. "Well, thanks anyways..."

Then he departed to see what other kind of shenanigans he could get involved in.
“Come see me whenever you need some cheap potions!” Irina calls after him as he leaves the shop.

Once outside Ganith starts looking around the village for anything to do, but finds nothing – with the day ending soon most people are either going home, going to have a drink, or talking about their day. He is about to give up when... “He, you! The winged guy! Interested in earning some easy money?” He hears a woman call out to him. Looking over he quickly sees her, though he can't take a good look because she is in the shadow of a building.
 
“Come see me whenever you need some cheap potions!” Irina calls after him as he leaves the shop.

Once outside Ganith starts looking around the village for anything to do, but finds nothing – with the day ending soon most people are either going home, going to have a drink, or talking about their day. He is about to give up when... “He, you! The winged guy! Interested in earning some easy money?” He hears a woman call out to him. Looking over he quickly sees her, though he can't take a good look because she is in the shadow of a building.
Ganith waves at the woman and makes his way over to her... although being Shrouded in the shadow of a building he does make aure not to approach too foolishly so that she could jump him with a knife or something. "I do enjoy making easy money"
 
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