The Wastelands

[Hazard1325]

Rayle avoided the heavier crowds in the inns ground floor and decided to simply travel to her room. Upstairs was much quieter thankfully and she entered the room spotting the group already inside. She kept her distance and didn't say anything, she listened to the brief conversation and tried not to show her surprise or worry at the mention of Ravage, she had never been fully indoctrinated into Irilin's cult but she had recognized that Ravage's daughters were no joking matter. She hoped the one that had passed her in the water wouldn't remember her, it was probably better that way. She waited to see if these people would bother her, if not she took the time to review the pamphlets to see what kind of notes she had on the various creatures of the waste.

[[Brand_Name]]

After letting Porkchop down to the ground to rest her shoulder, Kylie slowly crept up to the two girls surrounding the young woman. She realized, after getting a closer look at her face, that she was the girl Kylie left for dead back at the dock. She wanted to apologize, but also knew that she shouldn't bring it up with the girls around. Wanting to befriend them, but not exactly knowing how, Kylie asked, "Hello you two- wanna see my rat? His name's Porkchop and he's real friendly."

[Nobudi]

Roxanne looked at the two of them like morons, which they pretty much were
Are ya both daft? If she realy brough' dat damn ting ta da habor, wut makes ya think that she's got no protection?"
She scowled at the paper.
"Rastanians say dat da demon hadn't 'ttacked a blessed ship, even though da damned Devil Kin' wus its Big Brotha. If she can contro' it, well... ya both dun fucked if she can mess wit otha tings."
She noticed that one woman was drenched coming in.
Roxanne pretty much knew she was the idiot that ran to Bill, not away. She was one to be wary of, but until she knew for certain, she'd try to behave like a normal person would.
"Oi! Lass!" she called out to the woman with the cat. "Yerll right? Ya still sopping wet! Need a towel or sum'in?"

[Zender_Solarheart]

"Hey, don't worry about it. I should be thanking you folks for letting us stay over." Dana winks at the sailor man with a little smile. Sure, he's a bit rugged and battered, but those are merely signs of his experience with his job; heck, sometimes Dana wonders how she's avoided gaining some scars of her own in the field...

Of course, such thoughts are swiftly whisked away by the old woman from earlier bringing in some delectable-looking, fresh-caught crabs. Fish may be the most plentiful and versatile bounty of the ocean, but crabs are certainly among the tastiest. Dana's mouth is already watering a bit just thinking about how they taste...and if she's not mistaken, Nel's basically having the same reaction. "I second that, Nel. Been a while since I got to have some fresh crab-meat." she adds eagerly, already doing all the customary things one does as a guest (taking off the shoes, hanging the cape up, etc), before eyeing the crabs with quite visible hunger. Nel's not the only one who sees them as a delicacy here...

[Grape_Drink]

Ruby (Lust? high, self esteem? probably low right about now, legs? About to give out on her.)

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GM Roll; Coin Toss (1d2)- 1
GM Roll; Strength- 1(critical failure) - 2(lust) = -1(super critical failure)

Undoing your top, the wolf instantly moves upwards, licking and nibbling lightly on each of yours buds as it catches you a bit off guard and you gasp. You go to shift your weight as that tongue moves back down and seems to hit all the right places. You go to pat him, but suddenly flinch in place as you feel a pressure building up deep inside of you, your arms locking as this wolf runs his long rough tongue over your clit. Sensual electric jolts run through your body from that simple action as you nearly slump against the wall right then and there. Sure you may (or may not) have gotten to know yourself more intimately before, but it was... Nothing like this. Even if you wanted to, you can't seem to pull yourself away from him. Maybe it's the pleasure, maybe it's the fear, but your limbs just won't respond.

He looks up at you, seeming to sense the sudden pleasure washing over you. If ever a devilish grin could appear on an animal's face, you swear you see one now as he lowers his muzzle and begins to lick specifically over your most sensitive of areas. You writhe and squirm, fists clenching into the hay around you as that feeling, that pressure deep inside of you begins to build to new heights. No this is too good, and how could you tell such a loving animal no when these feelings are rushing through you? You have a hard time standing still, letting out a soft whimper, a mild moan... Maybe you could keep him around for this. If this is all he's interested in, then you wouldn't mind too muu-woahuuch!

Your train of thought is broken as you feel a cold wet nose press against your rosebud- the sudden change and pressure is enough to send you over the edge as you cry out. Your back arches and you feel your legs shake ever so lightly as you push into the wall. You feel your walls begin to spasm, clamp as a feeling of pure bliss washes over you, your cheeks rosey red and eyes half-lidded. You pant at the sudden feeling washing over you as the wolf just laps up your sexual juices, your breath visible in the air. That... That feeling was amazing... And he's still not done??? Maybe now... Now would be a good time to get up on the bench before he gets any smart ideas. Besides, from the bench you can cover yourself, give yourself time to come down from this feeling. You have a strong inclination to believe he wouldn't intentionally hurt you.

Legs still wobbly, you pat him and motion at the bench as he gives a small bark. You turn on all fours to keep yourself stable and keep it from looking like you're standing as you move around to get onto the bench. You need the bench to help support you right now almost as much as you need it to keep him out of your sex. Now to just- Oh no...

A heavy weight jumps onto your back as your legs nearly give out on you right then and there in their current state. The slightest inch of sense begins to come back to you... No, no this isn't what you wanted, this isn't what you wanted at all! This isn't alright! You begin to struggle against him, trying to get out from under the large white wolf. You were saving yourself for marriage, not for this... This animal, and besides, it's an animal!!! As you're struggling you feel the wolf's well endowed member bumping against your stomache, your thighs. He grabs hold of your hair in his maw, pulling back your head as he lines himself up...

The world seems to slow down as you realize what's about to happen, the wolf seemingly intent on what he wants and not about to give it up. You whimper, perhaps even crying as you try in vain to reason with the wolf, almost beggingly whispering...

"Please..."

But even your pleading is in vain as in a single thrust, your honor is ripped away from you... Not even by someone you liked or loved, or even in combat by someone who overpowered you, but by a filthy, ragged wolf, covered in the drying blood that now soaks into your back from that kill only a few minutes past. A beast you now realize you let willingly take you in the position you had exposed yourself, as if you could trust this being...

The world seems to reel in slow motion... This wolf is far too big as he stretches your previously sacred inner walls, your small form doing you no favors as the sting of your torn virginity and stretching of your previously empty sex ripples through you, the pain of what you've lost, what can never be returned... Perhaps you're silent, perhaps you cry, the wolf seems to pay no heed as he lets go of your hair, jackhammering into you like two animals. Passionate, fast, brutal... Wild. The wolf's precum lightly trails out, helping to lube your entrance as you feel him push deeper and deeper with every thrust.

The humiliation is still there, but the pain begins to go away, or at least, you begin to feel some pleasure from the act. His claws dig lightly into your sides, leaving small scratches along them as his already inhuman speed picks up, his member swelling to full size. Whether you'd like to admit it or not, this is starting to feel good, no, great. You let out a gasp as this new sensation begins to fill you, this wolf hitting you in all the right places as you feel the lightest of bulges underneath you, your body betraying whatever feelings you may have on the matter as you gasp. Perhaps... This isn't so bad... No, this is horrible, but you'll have plenty of time to reflect on it. Right now, you have a partner that seems to want to make sure you enjoy it just as much as him as he continues to swell... How big is he!? Ohhh... Right now though it feels far too good, it doesn't matter. He lightly begins to nibble on your ears, drool running down your neck as he pants in unison with your own panting which has begun to return. Your arms give out on you as you use them as a pillow, ass raised in the air for your canine lover. Your mind still hasn't come to terms with what's happening, but it doesn't need to as you feel that pressure beginning to build inside you again. Some cynical part of you seems to form a voice inside your head reminding you that since it's a wolf, at least you don't have to worry about pregnancy or any of those nasty things, and that plenty of noble girls unintentionally break that part of them horseback riding and in accidents. Maybe since he isn't human you could still consider yourself a virgin..?

You let out a light sigh, a small moan, something seeming to ever so slightly push against a far deeper barrier as you feel a bulge at the end of his shaft beginning to form.

Marjory (Lust, high and lowering. Corruption has increased by 8, it is currently at 23)

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Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, you feel your pained and heated body clench around this beast as it prepares to unleash a warm torrent of that sticky green sap inside of you. Your mind is going numb from the brutal fucking as you feel the vines between your legs and in your mouth to twitch- here it comes...! A sticky sweet sap fills your mouth and begins to torrent down your throat as you feel as if you're ingesting a meal, plenty of the green liquid covering your lips and mouth, running down you and dripping onto your breasts as you notice small purple seeds in the sap... You have a strong feeling that these seeds in your stomach will probably get digested easily enough.

Except instead of a powerful warmth filling your innards, you feel the vines inside of you go limp. You feel exhausted as you remove the vine from your mouth and breath in as much air as you can, your source of oxygen having initially been cut off there for a few seconds when that plant jizz filled your stomach and throat. The vines are still inside of you, but no longer move as you lay there panting, legs still quivering from the continual orgasm that had been ripping through your body, eyes almost lulling into the back of your head as you note the three adventurers that "saved" you from... Whatever this vine planned to do to you.

Elenwe/Shura/Garian/Marjory

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The three of you attack the vine that's triple penetrating this woman in unison. It seems to be unable to resist the attack, too busy fucking this woman's brains out as Garian slices through the tentacles inside of her lower orifices when they begin to twitch, spraying sticky plant jizz all over him. The vines inside of her go limp as Elenwe fires an arrow into the beast, Shura only moment later cleaving the central mass in half as plant viscera, green sap, and purple seeds spray over him, the tendrils limply falling off of Marjory. Marjory herself seems to have lost strength in her limbs from the rather heavy pounding as she lies against the soft ground and tree roots underneath her, panting with a hand still cupped near her opening.

What the hell was that!? You've all heard of Irilin's devils and demons taking advantage of people like that, but this is no devil nor demon as you prod it ever so lightly. Or at least... It doesn't seem to be. It seems like any ordinary backyard vine aside from the fuzzy material around it and that it's thick. What if there are more around? Are you in the wastes? What are these creatures and are other monsters around wherever you are just as sexually active as this plant!? This could be bad... The sap (or perhaps that's sexual fluid?) on Shura/Garian doesn't seem to have any affect other than being sticky, and would taste sweet if ingested ((GM Note; Corruption gain of 3 if you ingest the sap that landed on you, but it'll satiate your hunger for the evening)).

You watch a mixture of sap, blood, and vaginal juices leak out of this human girl's heavily stretched tunnel. Speaking of which, there's a decently sized bulge on her stomach from the sheer amount of vine wrapped and coiled up inside of her, and she appears pretty weak from such a good pounding. Someone might want to help pull those vines out of her abused orifices unless you'd rather leave them there... ((Second GM Note; Barbs will not extend if you pull the two vines out because it's dead))

It seems the girl is safe for now, and owes you big time if these purple seeds and sap covering Shura/Garian are any indication, but night is more or less here and you still haven't found shelter... By sheer luck, you notice a road just a little ways west of your position. It seems at least that this girl was going the right way if nothing else. You could head north further up the mountain, or perhaps head downhill? Who knows.

Garian: Given the state you're in and what you just witnessed, you're a little shocked right now and unable to process your memory of how you got there at this time. The others would probably remember you being part of the teleportation group.

Shura/Elenwe: You feel the blue slime on you begin to crawl ever so slightly upwards. It is now approximately at your knee. For Elenwe it has mostly slipped underneath the cut she made on her pant leg. For Shura it's begun to circle around to behind him partially.

Acharnel/Dana

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The sailor grins at Dana before quietly walking over to a pile of journals at what you guess to be a study, writing in numbers in some sort of logbook before grimacing.

"Sorry about that. Apparently I'm ready for some good eating."

"I second that, Nel. Been a while since I got to have some fresh crab-meat."

The old woman laughs as she places down the cage, pulling a few mild spices out of a cabinet as she adds it to the large pot of boiling water. "Well ladies, yer in for a treat! Gotta say, with one of these traps, all you need is a bit of leftover fish to use as bait and these crabs come running for it... Not the most filling meal, but sure good eating. Potato?"

You watch as she takes a knife and uses it to poke the large blue crabs out of the cage and into the pot, grumbling at them to get in there as she reaches into a nearby cupboard and pulls out a few purple potatoes, chucking them into the boiling water. Meanwhile the kettle screeches as the sailor walks back over to take it off the fire. He pours the steaming water into the cups as he offers the two of you what appears to be (at least smells like) a very strong black tea.

"So, is there anything we should know about the wildlife in the area? Or maybe about Mesh'la in general?"

"Other than getting out while you still can?" the sailor comments as he takes a seat of his own, mumbling a short prayer to Loranna for good fortunes.

It sounds like a joke almost, but the grim expression on the older woman's face shows it's really no laughing matter as she places a heavy lid over the pot of boiling water, taking a seat and sipping the still-hot tea as if it were already cooled down, not bothered in the slightest by the heat as she speaks.

"Yer in possibly the safest part of the Wastes there is. Past the Escarpment and Drubkirk? You'll be lucky to run into anything larger than a town of fifty, hundred folks maybe. Pack yer rations fer weeks at a time if yeh don't know how to hunt like an' Orc with 'em fried scorpions and kobold stews."

She pauses a moment, the lid rattling from the pot as she smacks a fist on it and grumbles something about "damned critters" before walking back over to the two of you.

"Half the beasts out there are like yer standard ones 'round the world, will rend yeh and kill yeh and tear yeh to pieces. A lot of 'em though? Well girls, a lot of 'em aren't interested in killing yeh because they got the Devil King's corruption in their veins. They'll try t'breed with yeh, and they got corruption in 'em. The more yeh breed with 'em, the more yeh start to get laced with that corruption, the more yeh get laced with it, the more yeh hear that there Unnamed One and 'is wife callin' t'yeh, the more of an addiction it becomes... An' don't think it won't happen. Always happens eventually... Grubfish got ahold of me back in m'youth a couple times, one of 'em green slime got ahold of m'boy a few months back. Worst part is ye'd think that nothin'll come of it, but that ain't true... Oh no. Even the local critters, wolves and such? Got corruption in their seed, and that corruption... Well it makes 'em grow faster than any human or dark elven child. And they will grow. Sometimes yeh find a monster poppin' its head out, other times yeh get some mixture of monster an' man. Ask Mia down at the mercenary guild- Guildmaster got caught by a siren, and she right there was the result of one of 'em couplin's."

She shakes her head as she takes a large fork, stabbing at the crab and purple potatoes and putting them all on one giant wooden platter as her son helps her balance it to the middle of the table, the old woman not bothering to say a prayer or anything of the sort as she fractures a shell with a small hammer, and digs in to the meat as she passes said hammer around. The table is quiet as they give you a chance to soak in what she just said before her son speaks.

"If you're curious about specific monsters... Well, there's the slime- Obviously if one of them gets ahold of you, the best course of action is to separate their core from the slime... You'll know what I'm talking about when you see it." Core? What core? Slime are just a bunch of ooze, they don't have 'cores.'

"Also best when yeh don't think you can beat one of 'em to just submit. Not all of 'em are interested in breedin', some of 'em just want a good time an' yeh can get away with less if yeh give 'em more occasionally... Best piece of advice I can give yeh is to not always charge in blindly, an' use a ranged weapon whenever possible t'keep from gettin' grappled." The old woman chimes in as the sailor turns and speaks again.

"Make sure to never drink water if it's flowing in from the west... Water from the Northern mountains is some of the purest, cleanest water in the world, and water from the east isn't half bad, but that western water... That western water comes from the Devil King's fortress and surrounding mountains from the west. It's tainted about as bad as demon jizz."

"Aight! Watch yer language!" The old woman chucks a wooden spoon at the sailor.

"Gah! Sorry, sorry... I'd suggest you stay away from the coastlines since the Locathah have a thing for elves, dark or light," he motions at Acharnel, "and avoid butterflies like the plague."

He pauses for a moment as he cracks open a crab leg and slurps out a piece of meat, speaking lowly and grimly. "And no matter what happens, or who you meet, or where you are... Never... Ever travel alone. You're better off with a serial killer or one of 'em Serenithians grabbing at yah jokingly then you are alone. Bad things, really bad things, happen to people when they try to travel the wastelands by themselves."

The two quietly eat as they give you a chance to speak once more. The crab is notably very good, being fresh seafood directly from the sea. The meat isn't very filling and a bit of work to get out given your inexperience with crab, the sailor helping you out if you aren't sure how to get into it, though you quickly get the hang of it, the rough carcass snapping under your hands' pressure to reveal the delectable meat inside. Still though, there's more than enough, and the purple potatoes scattered around are starchy and filling. They bring up something you thought were just rumors though. While you'd heard of devils and demons... Playing with people like that, the thought that half the creatures you run into might be more interested in pleasuring themselves than devouring you is... Disturbing.

Roxanne

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The two dumbasses roll their eyes at your comment as they begin to discuss looking for caves and the like. You doubt they'll survive the week if they really are that idiotic.

Perhaps soaked is a bit of an exaggeration, she's certainly damp but not necessarily that damp as she takes a seat at the empty bed and begins to look over some sort of pamphlet.

Rayle

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The two adventurers seem to be too focused on discussing looking for caves and ruins as they roll their eyes at the other woman. You're promptly distracted by her comment, though you don't feel that wet. ((GM Note; I'll send you the pamphlet's contents in a PM so she can look over them at her leisure whenever given the time and how much writing that'll be. Unless you plan to share its contents with Roxanne anyways, then I'll post it "publicly."))

Trianna

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Something feels... Right as you hug these girls. They seem almost connected mentally, as if whatever the one sees and feels, the other does as well. You feel images of them playing out in the woods, of their favorite hiding spots, of catching mice and small birds in traps and... Well. It seems these girls are quite carnivorous when the mood strikes them. They seem to convey a number of locations to your mind. They start to send you images of various animals with their young and how they look similar as if asking you something. One of the two begins to send you an image of a huge brown hornet grappling onto her back with something beginning to slide out of it before the other one lightly conks her on the head as if to say "don't show her that!"

Triana/Kylie/Alaric

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"Thank you for allowing me to stay sir, I was alone out in the woods and was met with a fell creature that chased me through the forest. I thought I wouldn't make it but then your-" (Triana took a gamble) "Daughters found me and brought me here. I promise I won't be any trouble, I am a Shaman and a healer, if there's anyway I could repay you for staying the night I'd be glad to.", She looked back to the big happy grins of the two girls, "My name is Triana by the way" she said, smiling back

"Well if you have anything you could add to the stew, that'd be great. Otherwise I should be thanking you for informing me that he's out and about tonight. A little bit earlier than usual..."

The sailor walks over to a cupboard, pulling out a number of small metal holy figures of the five and three chains, placing them around the house at the windows, door, and a crack or two in the walls. Figures of Rastan are notably missing from the set.

"Should be alright now. I'd suggest using the chamber pot or commode though for the evening if you have any business to take care of. He's a nasty one to run in to..." The man places a hand on his chest, seeming to remember something as he walks back over to the pot of stew and begins to stir it. "Stew should be ready here shortly. My apologies fer' Sophie and Silla there. They're mute, can't speak a copper's worth of common so I had to teach 'em a bit of sailor sign t'communicate. I've honestly never seen 'em cling like that to anyone other than Grandma Reedflute and m'self... She's the town's local shaman. Older than the hills and maybe not completely sane, but she's friendly enough."

"Hello you two- wanna see my rat? His name's Porkchop and he's real friendly."

The one girl cocks her head as she wiggles out of Triana's grasp and walks over towards you, holding up a small partially eaten mouse and cocking her head as she looks at the rat. The sailor turns, and spotting the rat he raises his voice lightly, more in a concerned manner.

"Sophie! What'd I tell you and Silla about hunting? I left that bag of silver so you two could go buy some grub from Grandma when y'run out here. I don't like yeh going further into the woods when there's all types of things runnin' about. It ain't safe!"

Finishing up with a few herbs that the sailor likely picked in the woods, the stew seems to be complete as he pours a bowl for each of the girls and himself, tossing empty wooden bowls to the rest of you as if to say "help yourselves" as he places the ladle back into the pot.

"I'll tell yeh what I know after the girls finish eatin' an' start gettin' ready fer bed. Should be safe enough outside if we stay by the doorway and keep 'at lantern going. I gotta put it out anyways fer the evenin' 'fore we call it a night."

((I feel like I missed something... I'll put some pics up before I go to sleep/more tomorrow.))

[That_One_Guy]

Garian reacted quickly when he saw the sticky fluids and covered himself with his coat and then threw his coat off of him when it was done, he had to admit that he wasn't surprised that happened, but he still didn't like that his favorite coat now needed to be washed several times over. He then looked over at the woman he saved and then at the two that helped, "Well, I don't know what just happened, but I can already tell this is just the beginning." He said and looked down at the girl and sighed a bit before reaching down with a gloved hand and grabbing the vine/tendril in the woman's pussy and slowly began to pull it out, grumbling to himself that this wasn't something he wanted to do the first thing after waking up.

[MiscChaos]

Nel sits back with her food, trying to digest the information she was just given. Things trying to kill her, she could deal with and has dealt with before. One doesn't live the life she has without having scores of pissed off people try to vengeance the people she killed. Things trying to violate her, however, are a whole new experience, one she's betting she'll find extremely unpleasant. Why couldn't be the cut-and-dry "Fight for survival" she was hoping for? Maybe this is some sort of karma? If it was, someone's got a twisted sense of justice. Her musings are interrupted for a second when she tries to take a sip of her black tea, only to remember that it's piping hot, despite the old woman sipping it like it was room temperature. Swallowing the small amount down before it burns her tongue and rids her of her taste buds, she reminds herself to be careful and returns to her thoughts. Well, there's no point dwelling on the bad that she can't do anything about. The good news is with Dana at her side she has no intention of nor reason for traveling alone and that she already has a ranged weapon to do damage with. It's not the strongest bow in the world, but it's crafted from her own two hands so she knows it's dependable.

With the important thoughts out of the way, besides the small voice shouting "Why the hell is even the water tainted!?", she returns her attention to her crab, which it turns out she's kinda mangling. She's not getting too terribly much meat out of it since she doesn't really know what she's doing, but watching the two experienced crab eaters go about it for a while helps that as she just imitates what she sees. Things get much better after that and finally she thinks of something she should of asked right off the bat. "I apologize for my rudeness in not asking before now, but is there a name we can call each of you?" she says as she tries the tea again. Nope, still hot as the desert sands.

[Urhr93]

As soon as Ruby removes her top, revealing her ripe an perky breasts each adorned with a hardened cherry, the wolf doesn't lose time and moves towards them, catching her by surprise as he begins to play with them. Well, not for long since, as the girl is moving, he returns between her legs, licking her even better than before. Deeming this to be the right time to act, before he gets any bolder, her right hands moves towards his head to pat him, but as she's about to reach him a strange feeling fills her, making her unable to do what she wants. The girl embraces herself as pleasant shivers run trough her body, and her body loses all strength. It's not like in the past she has never touched herself, when she was younger and got to know about "this" world she tried a pair of times to touch herself, but after a pair of time she soon lost interest. But what was this now? What are those overwhelming sensations that she's feeling?
As the unknown pleasure makes her lose all strength, Ruby makes eye contact with the wolf, and she can swear that the wolf is widely grinning, almost like someone whose plan is going exactly to his liking. Well, there is nothing she can do about it anyway as the pleasure hits her in waves, making her twist and wriggle. More than breathing, it's better to say that she's panting, letting out every so often stifled moans. The memory of the old spinster once again comes to her mind, and a feeling of empathy washes over her as she understand why she was letting a dog service her. In fact, somewhere in her mind she doesn't think that it would be a bad idea to keep him around if he's just interested in this and not what comes next. Yes, maybe it would be ok...

Ruby is not able to continue with her thoughts as her body begins to twitch uncontrollably. As the wolf presses his muzzle against her flower, a mighty climax hits her, the most powerful one that she has ever experienced. Muffled sounds escape from her lips as her mind goes blanks, losing control over her body. When she her senses come back, the wolf is still licking her soaked groin. Could it be that he still wants to go on? What if he decides to cross the line? What if...? Her dazed mind realizes that now would be the best time to reach the bench. In the original plan she considered crawling to reach it, but now even if she wants to walk on her feet she can't. She isn't even sure that she would be able to crawl till the bench, so how should she walk?
The girl makes her gestures and goes on all four, unawarely sticking out her ass for the wolf to see and, as her strength is still scarce and her movements are wobbly, as she crawls it is moved in an enticing manner.

Too late when she realize this, as the wolf is already on her back and her shaky legs almost give out under the weight. Understanding what's happening and panicking as she feels his member hitting around her lower areas, trying to find her flower, Ruby struggles as hard as she can but, in this situation and given her current strength, for the wolf it could seems like a playful tease before the main act. Well, tease that soon enough tires him as he "grabs" with his mouth her hair, making her stay in place as he aligns himself.

Understanding the hopelessness of the situation, as tears begin to form on the corner of her eyes, whimpering the girl utters a single and stifled <Please...> before a sharp pain comes from her abdomen, informing her of the loss of her chastity. A scream with no sound escapes her lips, realizing that the first one to claim her body is not a loved one, not a foe who defeated her, he is not even a human. The one who deflowered her is an animal, a wolf dripping with fresh blood, a beast that she almost willingly took inside her as she's the one who took the perfect position to be mated.

Her mind still doesn't register what's happening as the relentless wolf implacably thrust inside her, reminding with every one of them what happened just some seconds ago. Her hair is now again free, but that doesn't change anything as the wolf is still ramming into what he recognize as his female, as his mate. Being already soaked before the intercourse, with the help of the precum oozing inside her the wolf is able to go deeper with every push, and as the mating goes on the pain fades and is replaced by ripples of pleasure.
She feels ashamed from this act, almost disgusted, but with each thrust her body betrays her more, feeling good from such an act. Dazed by the humiliation, her mind begins to wander, trying to forget this horrible situation she's experiencing but... is it really so disgusting? Well, yes, it is, but as the pleasure builds up inside her Ruby begins to think that it would be better to just forget it all. It's not like she can escape from this situation, and she feels that she'll go crazy right now if she thinks about it any more. In the meantime the wolf's soldier continues to swell inside her, and as her breath is once again becoming heavier, and she can hear the wolf panting almost in coordination with her. While all her negative feeling towards this union are pushed into a corner of her mind, as time passes pleasure is the only thing she can feel. Her arms, losing their strength, limps on the floor and her head follows, leaning on them, while her ass is keep in his place for her mate to use.
Once again the surging sensations from before, when he was licking, starts to build up inside her, and as she unawarely begins to push her behind towards the wolf's crotch, trying to meet his thrusts as she seeks more pleasure, her lust-filled mind tries to make excuses for herself, thinking of this as just an accident. There are cases when the hymen is lost while doing physical exercise, and considering that right now the one pounding in her is not even of her same species, maybe she could still think of herself as a virgin?
Thinking about it, even if the wolf persist in this act and sows his seed inside her, as they aren't of the same species he shouldn't be able to impregnate her, so maybe she can relax and enjoy this ordeal without worries about being inseminated?

Light moans continue to escape her lips, and a bigger one is made when she feels him bump against something deeper. It seems that the wolf finally reached the entrance of her womb, and with each push his member smooches it, poking and prodding at his entrance, and not much later he manage to fits in the small passage, making some of his precum ooze inside the girl's baby chamber. Each new thrust seems aimed at the girl's womb, and after the first time he managed to poke inside it, every new push does the same, letting an ever-growing mass of precum inside her inner sanctuary, preparing it for what's to come, and in the meantime it's base starts to swells, slowly growing into a knot. The girl realizes that the shape of the wolf's member is changing, but doesn't give it much thought, or at least doesn't does so until it starts to feel that, if it grows any larger, it could remain stuck inside her, but being still in a lust-induced daze she doesn't show any reaction, letting happen what is to happen, even if she doesn't know what that could be.

[Reaver]

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I had to rewrite this three times >_> It doesn't go into as much detail as I'd like but screw it.

A victorious smile covered Darius's face as he heard Krafla deliver aerial pain to several of those eyes-on-stilts. He hoped that their eyes would be partially intact. If he could learn to harness the power of their "Fear Stare" it could be turned into a fierce weapon against any foe. Regardless he could probably make some money off of their corpses with the guild, a win-win situation. Or that was at least what Darius thought until the silence asserted itself in the woods again. Then flashes of light started appearing out of the corner of his eyes and that was when he knew something was wrong.

Darius was shocked, outraged and morbidly intrigued at the scene playing out. Somehow the creatures had adapted and absorbed his magic, copying it with cruel efficiency as they used it against Darius' closest companion. As they closed in on Krafla, Darius sprang into action with his backpack in one hand and his staff in the other. He ran towards the group, jumping in mid-air with the intent of landing on the closest one. Once he landed, he would punt the next closest one, hoping that he broke every bone in it's body as the foot connected. Then he would throw his backpack at another one, trying to crush it under the weight. With only three left he would focus on the area next to them as he held his staff in two hands and began to unleash his fury upon their stupid cursed eyes.

[[Brand_Name]]

A shudder of fear runs up Kylie's spine when she sees the massacred mouse. For a moment, she thought it was her Porkchop, but quickly realized, to her great relief, that this was just some field mouse. Oh, that's nice." With a bit of urgency and panic she called out "Porkchop! Come here bud!" She gathered him up along with a bit of soup, and set to join in on the conversation between Alaric and the sailor. "No, not yet you eager rascal. I'll give you a little bit once I'm satisfied, alright?" she scolded the rat trying to nibble at the bits in her stew.

[redkeri13]

As she knelt down to hug the girls their thoughts and memories began to play in Triana's mind, and she felt the shared link the girls had between their minds and senses, a link they were now sharing with her. She saw through their eyes as they eagerly showed her their favorite secret hiding places in the woods, images of them playing outside during the day and making clever traps to catch small mice and birds and their excitement as they took the captured animals and began... it was times like this she wished that mental communion was only images and didn't include the other senses as she tried to ignore the crunch of bones and the taste of blood and fur and feathers suddenly in her mouth, and though she became a little queasy at the sensations she held her smile as best she could, though she was thankful when the girls moved on to different memories, sharing with her a number of locations they'd found and excited thoughts to her mind.

Suddenly they began to show her images of different animals and their young, the adults and their children all looking similar to each other. She wondered at this, were they asking her about their kind, or maybe who their Mother was? She tried to help as best she could, opening to them her memories of the different Forest Nymphs and Dryads she had met, she had never encountered a species exactly like the two girls but she hoped they would be happier knowing there were sentient beings at least similar to themselves out there. She blushed when one of them began to share her memories of a Giant Hornet climbing on her back and beginning to... memories began returning to her of her own encounter in the bay with the sea-demon as it's tendrils coiled around her, sliding beneath her clothes, touching her...

"Well if you have anything you could add to the stew, that'd be great. Otherwise I should be thanking you for informing me that he's out and about tonight. A little bit earlier than usual..."

"Oh, sure!" she responded, suddenly back in the present "I have a little salted meat in my pack..." she said as she opened it up to give her rations to the Sailor. She realized when his voice had broke her link with the two girls only a few seconds had passed, though it had felt like minutes during the communion. She watched with interest as the man went to the cupboard to take out several holy figures of the gods to place them all around the house's possible entry points... had the thing she had meet in the forest been Demonic? She shivered as she thought of what might have happened to her if she hadn't gotten away in time... she also noticed that though the man had statues of Crux and Serenith among his collection, there was no statue for Rastan.

"Stew should be ready here shortly. My apologies fer' Sophie and Silla there. They're mute, can't speak a copper's worth of common so I had to teach 'em a bit of sailor sign t'communicate. I've honestly never seen 'em cling like that to anyone other than Grandma Reedflute and m'self... She's the town's local shaman. Older than the hills and maybe not completely sane, but she's friendly enough."

"No need to apologize," Triana said, "Nice to meet you, Sophie, Silla" as she smiled warmly to them. She wondered if she should tell the man of her ability to commune with them? How would he react? Maybe she should meet with this Grandma Reedflute first...

"Hello you two- wanna see my rat? His name's Porkchop and he's real friendly."

One of the girls, hearing the Elf Girl's voice, left her side to walk up to the woman and show her a half eaten kill she had saved. The Elf Girl's eyes went a bit wide as she tried to respond politely, but quickly hugged her rat familiar protectively and hastily left to join the Orc and the Sailor in their conversation and grab a bowl of soup to eat as well. The little forest girl seemed to have similar luck with talking to people as Triana did she thought.

"Sophie! What'd I tell you and Silla about hunting? I left that bag of silver so you two could go buy some grub from Grandma when y'run out here. I don't like yeh going further into the woods when there's all types of things runnin' about. It ain't safe! I'll tell yeh what I know after the girls finish eatin' an' start gettin' ready fer bed. Should be safe enough outside if we stay by the doorway and keep 'at lantern going. I gotta put it out anyways fer the evenin' 'fore we call it a night."

"Thank you, it would be very helpful to know more about these lands" Triana replied, grabbing a soup bowl for herself and going to sit with the others as they talked and ate

[Shura]

While his weapon provided him a good deal of reach over most, this time, it wasn’t enough. “Lovely.” Shura was less than thrilled about being doused in plant viscera and all manner of other internal fluids. Lacking any reservations about being in mixed company, Shura spit the sweet tasting sap from his mouth. Given the presentation, and the manner in which it had found it’s way into his mouth, he had no desire to ingest whatever the heck it was. “Well, we’re certainly not in Kansas anymore. Wherever that is.” Even if Shura hadn’t witnessed the whole thing, he still had a pretty good idea about what had happened. He had a feeling that the newcomer was right though; this was just the beginning.

As night started to settle around them, Shura brought a hand to the crystal chained at his belt. Sensing its master’s need for a light source, the crystal responded immediately. A gentle light enveloped the group, and only seemed to grow brighter as the darkness grew. Shura took notice of the road to the West, and it was likely that the other adventurers did as well. Though he had no qualms about traveling at night, the lack of visibility would make it that much more dangerous. They were in a foreign land after all. There were also his companions to consider. Two of them seemed capable enough, but the other member of their group was clearly in no condition to travel. Could they set up here for the night? They were far enough away from the clearing that they had arrived in, and there didn’t seem to be anything else jumping out at them, at least not for the time being. There was safety in numbers, or so he hoped.

Shura had almost all but forgotten about the blue slime until it repositioned itself on his leg. “Alright. This thing’s gotta go.” Looking to the deceased vine(s), he pondered using them as fuel once they got a fire going. How well they would burn was debatable though, given the fact that the remains were probably still wet. “She’s not going anywhere, and this is as good a place as any to set up camp. Let’s get a fire going. I want to try and sweat this thing off of me.” Shura was unfortunate to have not brought a spare set of clothes, but he was hopeful that a fire would help him dry off, not to mention free him from his little snuggle buddy.

((OOC: Would someone be so kind as to start us up a fire? Provided that our characters can agree on it of course.))

[Nobudi]

Well, that just left Roxanne to do her business.
Leaving the inn for a bit, she wandered around, looking for an apothecary.
Hopefully, she'd be able to find a sleeping draft for her to use.

[Grape_Drink]

((Sorry, I've been out and about for the last 8 hours driving family around town...))


Sleep/Morning Phase will begin in ~1-3 posts

Ruby (Corruption has increased by 4. It is now 14

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GM Roll; Circumstance- 15

Despite your best attempts to stay quiet and stifle the sounds coming from you, you can't help but grow a little louder at how good this feels, your gasps and panting filling the room as your lover grows ever faster, pushing harder and harder until you feel yourself squeeze around his member. Your whole body seems to quake as the second orgasm that evening pulses through you. You'd be completely on the floor by now if not for your bestial lover holding you upright. As your muscles contract, you let out a low moan only to be followed by a small cry as your battered and bruised entrance stretches to new lengths you didn't think were possible, a feeling as if the two of you were stuck together as he pushes ever so slightly into your womb. His thrusts become shorter and quicker, picking up pace until with one final thrust, your canine companion begins to unleash a torrent of hot fluid into your body as the previous orgasm continues to make you spasm and convulse, your eyes lulling back as you forget where you are, exclaiming loudly.

This feeling doesn't immediately end though as torrent after torrent of the hot fluid continues to pour into you, stoppered by the double barrier of your womb and the bulbous base of your lover's meat forming the mildest of bulges on you. Suddenly, a wrenching feeling fills you as the wolf tries to hop off of you suddenly only to find that you're stuck. Oh no! What if he can't pull out? what if you're stuck like this? Your innocent mind goes into a small panic as you begin to struggle weakly to pull him out of you. This is no good! You can't be stuck to a wolf!

But after a few minutes, with a loud and sloppy pop you note, your conjoined genitals separate and you slump against the ground. The nature of fluids under pressure comes into play as you feel a stream of sexual juices exit you and begin to pool on the floor between your thighs. The area stinks of sex and blood... Your deflowerer quickly goes down, cleaning your lower entrance as you let out a small whimper- after all the stimulation and how battered your opening is, his rough tongue is doing no favors for you. He stops soon enough though and you hear him begin to trot off somewhere.

Your mind begins to go over everything that happens, and you feel like you just want to curl up into a ball, perhaps forget all of it as consciousness begins to fade...

Your dreams are strange. You hear the harsh words of your parents at what you did, people from your old village laughing, mocking you, a bloody wolf sitting by your side. These dreams drift to other ones, to twins- a boy and girl nuzzling up against your chest as you note marking on their cheeks, prominent canine teeth and ears. A wolf sits in a chair nearby like a human, wearing a funny suit as he lets out a bark, holding a glass of wine in his paw and a monocle over an eye as he sips from said wineglass, your dream going back to these two children before fading back to a feeling of dread, a huge canine growling, inferno burning around him as he climbs onto your back and-

You cuddle around your defiler for warmth in these strange lands...

You gasp, consciousness returning to you as you look around. It's still night time but you're no longer in the barn... You seem to be near some sort of forest clearing, your clothes and, as you look more closely, pants/underwear as well are sitting against a nearby tree. Your arms are wrapped around the cursed wolf as he sleeps peacefully, keeping you warm and protected. Nearby you spot a half-eaten mouse and two fresh-looking pears with mild bite marks in them... Did he bring you food?

Your hand instinctively reaches down to your abdomen. Nothing out of the ordinary aside from the swimming feeling of whatever this wolf unleashed still within you, but you feel... Strange. Slowly and more gently, your hand reaches even lower. You wince at how sore your opening is and at the claw marks around your waist from your canine defiler. You also notice the lightest trickle of canine juices still oozing out of you.

Looking up, you notice the lightest trickle of rain falling around you, the tree keeping it off of you as it feels like very, very early morning. In the overcast darkness you aren't even sure how far you are from that fort now, let alone how a wolf got you out... Him... Aside from the sounds of his breathing, the rise of his chest and stomach as you're snuggled against him, your unintended mate is silent and fast asleep. Like a protective barrier from any monsters that may be out and about... Your weapons are in the pile with the clothes you took off/didn't put on and your belongings. He must have known these were somewhat important to you.

Acharnel and Dana

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"I apologize for my rudeness in not asking before now, but is there a name we can call each of you?"

The old woman looks over at the two of you, shrugging. "M'names Gin. That there's my boy Perrin. Fine young lad if he'd just stop gettin' into those fighting rings."

"I've already explained to you that we aren't making enough on crabs and bringing passengers and supplies into town. With the church bounties, bets are only going up. Give it a few years and we'll be able to afford a nice comfortable shack back on the mainlands."

"I don't want none of yer mainlands! I grew up on this rock, had m'children on this rock, and I'll sure as the sun comes up die on this rock. 'Sides this ain't conversation fer guests..."

The two of them are rather quiet for the rest of the meal. As the two of you satiate your appetites, the two finally begin to talk again as they show you the room upstairs. It is notably starting to get late...

"I figure they can have m'bed, I can use yers, and you can use the guest cot."

"That's fine. The next fight isn't for a couple nights, and the ship is gone anyways..."

The two of you likely notice the sailor eyeing Donna a little more than is polite as he shows you the upstairs.

"Seems I was lucky t'be saved by two strong lasses such as yerselves, but I should probably retire fer the evenin' and let yeh two get some rest. I'm sure yeh have a busy day in the mornin'. Most of the shops are probably closin' by now but yer welcome to explore around town, just stay outta the back alleys. Sorry fer the lack of accommodations, but the double bed should suffice?" Chamber pot's under the bed an' got one of 'em coal warmers in the cupboard if it gets too cold fer yeh."

He lifts up a floorboard and pulls out a cot from underneath it, standing up as he moves to the door.

"If yeh two beauties need anything, I'll be downstairs. Just give me a shout. Lock's on yer side of the door in case a grubfish 'er thief breaks in."

You watch his eyes trail over the two of you. It's hard to tell if he's sizing you up as if he were expecting a fight, or admiring you as he opens his mouth to say something before promptly shutting it. Politely nodding, he waits a moment to make sure you don't have any more questions or comments, and would proceed downstairs if you didn't, granting a quiet respite between the two of you.

The sailor looks at the two of you quietly...

The room is rather dingy- A drawn portrait of an old sailor, a cupboard and wooden chest with likely all the old woman's clothes, and a large double bed complete with a straw-stuffed mattress and seagull/chicken feather pillows. The bed could easily fit the two of you, though it's a bit small to leave much space between you.

Darius

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Darius vs. Eye Creatures- Natural 20 vs. 12
Will Save- 17
GM roll; Lewt- 87

In a furious rage, you pummel the creatures to death, watching as the corpses turn into some sort of black glossy volcanic stone. Two of them look directly into your eyes, but like the total badass you are, you just bash their eyes into mush with your staff with no regards for the mental imagery. They were hurting a friend and that was not okay in your books!

After the short battle, you begin to calm down as your shivering familiar flies back onto your shoulder, extremely spooked and missing more than a few feathers from the incident.

You look at the crypt and surrounding area...

The small tomb still stands in front of you. It looks pretty old, and you guess that it's for some family that's long been forgotten. Looking around, you find some wild roses that the wildlife were likely too afraid to eat given the eyestalks, and something shimmering a few feet away. Ripping the skeletal hand off of it, you find a small moonstone. Sadly, the little stone figurines of bashed, smashed, and ripped up critters don't seem to have the same effect as their living counterparts did. ((GM Note: The door will be locked if he tries to open it. It is made of slate.))

You spot a naked woman in the clearing, though it seems you acted as a mighty fine distraction before the little critters could do anything... Would they have done anything? You really aren't sure if they even have the anatomy to do anything...

Amber

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You begin to regain consciousness as you lay in the cool wet evening grass, looking about. Where are you? You thought you were on the ship when- Oh right. Mr. Tentacles attacked. You were lucky to get away from that, but got flung quite some distance near a beach. That doesn't explain how you got into a forest though, and-

Why are you naked? Your supplies are sitting about ten meters away from you against a tree as you note what looks like a mage staring at you, a number of dead stone critters laying about. Lovely. On the bright side you don't think (or feel) like you were violated.

Garian/Elenwe/Shura

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Garian gently tugs the vine out of this woman... And tugs some more... And some more... Damn. This thing must've coiled itself up inside of her given the length as you look at what he just pulled out of her with a small pop and release of fluids from a previous engagement. A small part of your brain notes that at least it wasn't you as you listen to the woman let out a small moan from the large appendage slipping out of her.

“She’s not going anywhere, and this is as good a place as any to set up camp. Let’s get a fire going. I want to try and sweat this thing off of me.”

Sleeping out in the forest after that debacle doesn't sound the most pleasant, but you do note that with numbers, most creatures wouldn't attack, and besides, with three of you fighting and being so close to the road, you're sure that resting until morning would be relatively safe. You'd have to collect some wood and brush to get a fire started, but you're in a forest so as long as you stay in groups you should be alright.

Marjory

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You sigh, letting out a small moan as the vine is tugged out of your overly sensitive birthing orifice, uncoiling from within your womb with a small pop as it finally exits your body. You finally begin to come down from your sexual high, feeling a strong urge to use the bathroom given the thick dead vine currently acting as a butt plug, but note that you're probably capable of standing (wobbly) as you look to the three adventurers who saved you... Or did they save you? You were enjoying it until it tried to, you assume, impregnate you.

“She’s not going anywhere, and this is as good a place as any to set up camp. Let’s get a fire going. I want to try and sweat this thing off of me.”

You look over at the man, noting he's covered in plant viscera and vines, as well as a blue slime creature resting on him and ever-so-slowly working its way upwards towards his pelvis. An elven woman in the distance with a similar creature as she seems to nod in agreement with him. You could try to walk off from the group towards (and along) the road, but given your current situation and the juices leaking from your opening, you aren't sure you'd get very far without something chasing after you. Your clothes and weapons lay nearby in a heap.

Alaric/Kylie/Triana

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As the girls eat the stew, he motions the three of you outside, keeping a rather old (and outdated) holy symbol of the four aspects around his neck, a small metal rod with a hook on the end to likely take down the lantern in the other.

As you go outside, you note a pair of glowing red eyes staring from the shadows as the sailor stares right back at it. Tauntingly, he places down the rod and dangles the holy symbol around his neck as the beast doesn't approach.

"Yah that's right. Keep outta my house yeh feckin' beast. Yer kind ain't welcome around here."

He slurps from the bowl of stew before speaking once the door is shut. None of you feel particularly threatened by the shadowy humanoid creature in the distance, but it's still unnerving with the way it stares at you relentlessly.

You watch the figure warily in the distance as the sailor speaks...

"These lands are filled with all types of stuff. Some of it is harmless, just gets a little frisky like the giant rabbits or hornets. Others? Well... You saw what others were interested in back at the docks. I don't need t'tell yah about them. All types of beasts trying t'get yah to have their spawn. M'kids in there? Passion vines. Nasty little critters that drop from the trees, make you feel all good and horny as a cat in heat, and suddenly they stick one of 'em vines in yeh and shoot a bunch of seeds up there. Day 'er two later and one of 'em masses pops out of you. Sometimes another passion vine, sometimes a kid sapling. Same's true fer a lot of critters, number of 'em don't even need a womb to stick their kids in yah. I can't tell you about much past the Escarpment- furthest I've gone is Drubkirk on business for the captain, and I stopped going out that far after Sophie and Silla sprouted up. What I can tell yah though, is that none of the wildlife in these forests is friendly. The occasional wolf, horny satyrs, sometimes a vine, sometimes yah get real unlucky and run into a Bar-Lgura... They're a real threat, got a couple tribes around here and like t'demand favors from travelers... Best t'follow 'em unless you've got the muscle power and numbers t'take one of 'em big guys down. Death spindlers are a real problem too in the afternoons when they're looking for meals and mates, and don't get me started on those hornets... Just remember if it's yellow stay calm and mellow, if it's brown, shoot 'em down... 'Cept when you see a yellow one after shooting a brown one. Then yah shoot that fecker before it can sting you if yah don't want to be dead in a couple hours from the toxin. The ocean coasts are probably the safest place in Mesh'la so long as you aren't an elf and it ain't gettin' darker when the grubfish come out. Rivers though? Deadly. Forests? Deadly. Mountains? Meh. Some are horribly deadly and some are peaceful. Stay on the road whenever you can, never travel alone, and always find somewhere to hide if you're out in the plains at night. Plenty of ruins, and even a Landwyrm cave is safer than them Lemures unless yer lookin' t'give your body t'Irilin."

After his long speech, he remains silent, letting you soak up what he said and giving you a chance to speak. Most of it is probably rather shocking. Devils and demons inseminating people? You've heard of that all over the lands, but regular wildlife? That... Is a bit of a surprise. These lands seem to be dangerous in more ways than one...

Roxanne (Sidra)

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GM Roll; Search- 18
Most of the shops seem to be closed up and you note there is no apothecary around here... Not surprising given it's a small town. Spotting a general store though that's still open, you decide that there's a chance you might find something of use and go to check it out.

Sure enough inside, you find a number of sleep remedies as well as various other things- Contraceptive teas, mild hallucinogens, monster treats and various magical paints to cover one's body and provide various effects ranging from numbing one's lust to blending into the shadows. You note a sign stating "official shop of the mercenary guild" hanging above the merchant's door. Well... That explains why they have all these neat things.

You look around for something to help you sleep, a shopkeeper assisting you...

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When you finally ask the shopkeeper about your sleep remedies in question, she informs you that they come three varieties- A very cheap herbal tea for a couple copper, a supplemental drink laced with a bit of magic for four talons a bottle, and a powerful sleep draft that guarantees sleep. She warns you though that it lasts anywhere from eight to twelve hours at a platinum coin per bottle, but that you have to drink the whole thing to get the effects. Lovely. You note having looked around though that unless you happen across a witch or shaman, this is probably your only bet for getting ahold of such supplies.

Rayle

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Watching the woman depart, and with the adventurers heading downstairs for a drink, you have some time to yourself as you begin to look over the pamphlet...

You open up the small pamphlet, beginning to read through its unholy contents by candlelight...

It glows bright purple as you open it up, feeling entranced almost as you read over the material within it...

On the nature of the Wastelands. A guide for Irilin's followers to the carnal knowledge of various beings.

((GM Note: The following information is for Rayle's eyes and those who have acquired this information IC only.)

-The Male giant hornet-

The Male Giant Hornet (MGH) are specially produced by the queen hornets to provide a genetic diversity among their populace. The queen will implant them with special eggs that combine with the male's sperm and are excreted into the subject via penile insertion to combine with genetic components of the victim's body. MGH have a reddish brown tint, and tend to travel the lands in search of appropriate prey. While females are preferred, they will inject their eggs into males as well. They will typically "charge" their prey in order to make them think they're planning a head-on battle, and proceed to maneuver around the target when they swing at them, attaching during their exposed state between the swing and recovery, and injecting them with their powerful numbing toxins to loosen their subject's genitals. MGH egg injection is a typically violent experience unless the subject willingly complies with the hornet to avoid being stung. To penetrate a victim, after carefully cutting away any barriers, the hornet's abdomen will explode, typically knocking the female over into an inescapable position as the explosion releases their tools of the trade. After penetrating their victim, MGH will thrust further into them to ensure that their eggs do not fall out (though some suggest this grants the person in question sexual pleasure) before injecting the egg-sperm mix into fertile beings. As the final eggs prepare for injection, two barbs that look like an extra set of legs extend from the male and lock the victim in place. It proceeds to literally explode with enough force to shove said egg-sperm mixture far further than their length is capable of, ensuring proper insemination of the individual who will hatch a series of eggs ranging from ten to one hundred after a set incubation period typically lasting 24-48 hours.

Using the proper instructions provided below, one can extract the venom of a Male Giant Hornet to utilize in numbing potions or to incapacitate foes. The seminal mixture is unable to become fertilized if it does not interact with the internal realms of an individual, and can safely be removed and placed inside cheese cloth or rubbed into the skin to ward off hornets (and other common animals) for about two days. The author suggests rubbing it into one's skin, as it acts as a natural moisturizer, and will release pheromones into the air garnering attention from peasants and similar ilk.

-Slime-

Slime are a common occurrence in many parts of the world, but even moreso in the wastes. Slime sexually reproduce by insertion and the splitting of their core inside of moist anatomy, whether this be the anal or vaginal passage doesn't matter. The author suggests avoiding red slime, as they commonly possess diseases due to the carrion they roam about. There is not much to say on slime beyond this point. One can put a slime into a catatonic state by removing its core from its body, and, if enough cores (of blue slime) are combined into a single entity, they will fight and bicker among themselves, allowing the user to slip them on as a form of armor to protect themselves from various weaponry. It requires a minimum of five slime to complete such a set of armor, and it is advised that more are used, for if there are less than five, they will instantly try to reproduce using any and all available orifices.

-Lemures and Imps-

This author considers Lemures and Imps to be very fascinating, for once encountered, remaining out of Irilin's grasp is almost impossible. Lemures typically travel in huge packs spread out over an area for maximum coverage, and only roam the plains at night (why is beyond our knowledge). If encountering an imp or lemure that you do not wish to have intercourse with (why is beyond this author's knowledge given the great pleasures they induce), one must simply be seductive to attract the lower demon into thinking they are offering themselves personally to said demon, and kill them when they approach with their guard lowered. It is not advised to attack one of these beings in any other way, as it will only succeed in them calling for backup from the surrounding area. Imp blood can be combined at a forge along with a sum of talons with iron or steel as the base to form cold iron and cold steel as per instructions below. These weapons are capable of piercing through Myn's feywild, directly harming sprites, fairies, and similar ilk as well as harming demons better than mundane weaponry.


-Trolls-

Trolls are a nuisance, as while they are horribly corrupted by this island, they also have very little desire to actually mate. Their body parts can be used in a number of potions and recipes (eyes for mana potions, semen as a powerful aphrodisiac, and fat in "slicker balls" for quick escapes or as a lubricant in various situations). If one ever finds themselves in battle with a troll, and it grapples you, tickling their armpits seems to sexually arouse them even if the mate isn't a troll, though it is advised that one escapes soon after the encounter to avoid being devoured when the troll regains consciousness.

-Land Wyrms-

Another nuisance that you as a follower of Irilin will run into are land wyrms. Land wyrms are almost never interested in sexual activities, but they can be convinced otherwise (and save yourself from being eaten in the process) by pouring a mixture of troll fat, semen, and hornet venom onto oneself. The combination is best applied to one's orifice, as you will need all the lubrication you can get ahold of if you plan to have intercourse with these massive beasts.

-Werebears-

A horrible scourge upon the lands, Werebears are capable of sniffing out corruption from miles away. It is advised that followers of Irilin keep a bottle of honey mixed with a lust flask on hand when travelling through Werebear-infested territory. Werebears will never deny honey, and it will allow you to transfer some of your addiction into them at the cost of a potential beastfolk child. A werebear, like any lycan, can be forced into its hybrid form by placing a medium or large moonstone against their skin.

-Giant Toads-

The giant toad is an amazing lover, and after their strange ritual, if given the blood of a demon, will be permanently bound to your service as a mount to take around the wastes. They must, however, remain near a water source every so often in order to not dry up and die, and must be pleasured at least once a week to keep this ritual from wearing off. While most frogs and toads engage in amplexus, giant toads carry their young in a special sack inside of them, and inject the swimming tadpoles into bipedal beings to act as a living host (some of these tadpoles somehow combine with the anatomy of the one carrying the young to form toad-like beastfolk). If one wishes to avoid mating with a Giant Toad, all they need to do is shake their lower body in small, quick movements, which will make the giant toad think that you are not fertile.

-alchemical silver-

-A set of instructions are provided that tech you how to make alchemical silver to apply to a weapon utilizing silver coins, but the process is expensive, costing approximately 100 talons per object. Said silver serves great useage against undead and lycans.-

As you go to continue reading, perhaps intrigued, perhaps horrified, each one is complete with a rough sketch of such beings in the act... It's almost arousing in a sick sort of way, with very graphic pictures of these animal's genitalia. One of the drunken adventurers comes in, breaking your trance over this pamphlet as you're forced to stop reading and look up at him. He begins to walk over to you.

"Whatcha *hic* readin' there? Yer red like ah tomato!" He begins to laugh...

((Still working on that models/quicksheets))

[That_One_Guy]

Garian looked around before standing back up from his kneeling position, he took off his coat and wrapped it a bit, making a sort of makeshift bag, "I'm going to go collect dead pieces of wood to use for a fire, one of us should stay with the girl until she regains consiousness and the other should find us something to eat." He told them and headed off, glad to have that coat off of him which left him only his leather armor and undershirt. Being alone out here now, grabbing twigs, branches and pieces of dead bark, he started to think and wonder to himself how he got out here in the first place and how'd he let someone like her get entangled like that when he was well within hearing range.

He quickly groaned and shook his head, not wanted to dwell too much on something he can't remember, which might give him a bigger headache than what he already had and focused on the task at hand, filling up the makeshift bag he made with his coat, noting to himself that he'll definitely clean it once he gets back and finds a water source.

[[Brand_Name]]

After hearing the disturbing truth, Kylie struggled to keep an unnerved face; she didn't want to give the wrong impression to the sailor or her new orcish friend. While these tales certainly did scare her a bit, she still wanted to cause a bit of trouble in town before bed. She knew that she would need to be quick about it too if she wanted to get a good night's rest, although there was a part of her that simply never wanted to sleep again, and simply envelop herself with the stability and comfort of the real world. She glanced at the meager amount of Talons in her pockets and decided to make a quick trip to town as soon as she could, thanking the sailor and approaching Alaric to ask him if he wanted to join. Hopefully the deity of sleep would allow her to find sleep quickly and achieve a good night's rest when she came back, as she would surely need it the next day.

[daxtinator396]

Amber wakes up slowly shivering in the cold as she struggles to a sitting position. Her body was slightly wet with dew now and her nipples stood on end in the cool evening air,"ugh.... what the hell... oh! Um... hi..." She said with a small blush on her face at waking up naked in front of a stranger,"Um... you wouldn't happen to know where I am would you? I'm not sure how I got here but I'm supposed to be looking for a pervy mage in need of a treasure hunter!" She said as she got to her feet and dashed over to her bag bending over slightly and gathering her clothes from it... why were they in there? She quickly slipped into her clothes and looked back at him,"And you can call me Amber stranger."

[berserkerhorn]

Marjory slowly drags herself to the bushes next to the place where she was saved and disappears behind them to relieve the tentacle from her rear hole. She squats and allows the tentacle and anything else to come out of her stuffed rear hole and creamed front hole. She also tries to spit out the remaining cum inside her mouth. Marjory empties herself completely before going back to her gear. She walks slowly as her holes were stretched and sore from the rough ravaging. The pain slowly kicking in as the venom of the passion vine wears off.

"T-thanks" she says quietly but loudly enough for the other three to hear.

She notices the blue slime and immediately gets her dagger and slices off the portion of pants that was covered in blue slime. She cuts above the slime so that she could get almost all of it off before it decided to give them the same fate she got from the passion vine. Shura and Elenwe are now in shorts. She checks their legs to see if any more of it got stuck on them.

[Nobudi]

Roxanne went over the shop's inventory carefully, taking in items of interest as she grabbed a few packs of the tea.
She couldn't afford the more expensive ones yet, but as soon as she could get in a stable income, she would move up the strength of the sleeping drafts.
"T'ank ya Lass," she said gruffly as she purchased the tea.
"An' on a side note," she continued, out of the blue. "Do ya happen ta 'now if dere be a ruin o' dungeon 'bout these par's? O' any par'ies dat be lookin' at summat like dat?"

[LoneWolf]

Alaric watches the shadowy figure for a few moments after they leave the shack. When it becomes clear that it's content to watch them for now, he walks over to place his bowl of stew on the nearby stump. Taking out a whetstone, he alternates between taking mouthfuls of food and checking the edge of his sword for nicks or dull spots. There's no sign he's actively watching for an attack, or paying particular attention to the shadow on the edge of the light; he's just taking advantage of a chance to care for his gear while he listens to their host. The fact that it results in a large Orc openly standing with a already-drawn sword clearly visible in his hands is apparently just a coincedence... and if anyone actually believes that, Kylie probably has a bridge to sell them. On the other hand, in terms of actively preparing for an attack what he's doing isn't necessarily much better than just leaving the blade sheathed - it's a message, not a defense: 'I'm armed, I'm dangerous; we'll both be better off if you go find a softer target'.

As for what their host is saying, it seems the Wastelands aren't exactly ordinary even by the standards of uncivilised borderlands. It sounds like the corruption has become completely embedded - to the extent that even the 'mundane' flora and fauna are effectively becoming demons. They're probably still technically something else from a theological point of view - no doubt a cleric of Radamis would be able to explain at great length exactly why they're completely different from 'actual' demons... and there might even be some useful information in the explanation. As a general rule of thumb, though, it sounds like 'treat everything like a demon until proven otherwise' is a good policy. And if that really is how things work here, that raises an important question...

"So everything wants to rape you here. What are the traps?" Alaric looks up from his whetstone and shrugs slightly. "Wolves and hornets look dangerous - finding out they want to breed instead of kill you could be a nasty shock, but at least they're obvious threats. You mentioned passion vines - what else is dangerous that doesn't look like it's a threat?"

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OOC: Like, say... innocent-looking big blue butterflies with a penchant for casting Mass Hold Person and Summon Monster VII. As a completely hypothetical example, of course...

Yes, I'm fishing. But Alaric's an experienced sell-sword and adventurer - it's entirely in-character for his first reaction to be 'where's the trap?' There's always one somewhere, after all...