The Crusade of Arae

[Icaelus]

Jeanne's own smile widened a fraction at Crystella's girlish giggle. Somehow..this creature, whatever she was..she made her feel more at ease with herself just from exchanging that small greeting with the girl.
"Well..um.."
She stumbled over words, tongue-tied. It..had been a long time since she'd had the chance to actually speak normally with someone..no, anyone else. Back in the Dark Church, she had put up the coldest mask of a facade. She had virtually ignored everyone, speaking only she felt like it. Hell, she probably talked to herself more than anyone else.
"Crystella, yes? I'm..just headed through the forest."
She answered, watching Crystella raise a hand from the water, noting that her fingers were webbed..was she some kind of mermaid, if there was such a thing? Her hand left the grip of her sword as she stepped forward at the mermaid's invitation, absolutely charmed by her words. Still, she felt..rather odd. Why was she so eager to go along with whatever Crystella said?
Jeanne blinked once, a stark moment of clarity waking her senses. She was bent over, hands preparing to remove her boot. What the heck? It was then she remembered..
Beautiful female humanoids dwelling in the high seas that attempted to lure sailors to their deaths with their ethereal voices. Many a tale of a man throwing himself overboard for the sake of one of these women were often heard in taverns and pubs alike, all of them ending the same way in the unfortunate male's death.
They were usually known as sirens.
The nugget of information jump-starting Jeanne's mind back to action, she straightened up, drawing her longsword in one fluid motion. No trace of humor was left on her face, only a glare that promised extreme violence and probably death if pushed further.
"What were you trying to do? Did you think I would fall for that?"
Jeanne raised the sword, the razor-sharp end angled directly at Crystella. She had perhaps saved herself from the Siren's temptations for now..thanks to all that previous studying she had done, probably.

[MyLittleCossack]

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As you approach the fortress with a hopeless feeling in your chest, you groan and decide to scale a wall, at least, unless a better opportunity suddenly presents itself. Looking around however, that looks like it'll be difficult. The walls surrounding the fortress are made of extremely large logs of wood, with the tips pointing towards the sky sharpened to prevent that very strategy from working. You're confident that those spikes aren't that sharp though, at least, if you don't literally fall on them, so Plan A it is. Going down on all fours much similar to a cat, you slowly sneak from the path to an outcropping of rocks that (mostly) shields you from view, save for your tail. You make an effort to tuck it between your legs as you stealth through, and all too quickly, the rocks you'd be hiding behind end. Thankfully, you're in a mostly shaded spot, so being spotted from a distance was all but impossible, save for a goblin or two looking straight at you, which would indeed be rare, as the little bastards' attention spans are that of a golf fish in most cases.

Tensing up your muscles to "sprint-crawl" along the ground, you set a large rock in your sights. Holding your breath, you then make the short journey across. (Roll: 15) You rise to your feet and dive forwards, silently sliding behind it. You briefly listen to any change or sudden shout of alarm in the goblins' voices, and thankfully, there is none. You're not even halfway to a quarter of the way where you want to be, and this thought makes you groan. At least you're making progress. Tucking yourself into a ball, you (Roll: 15) adeptly roll yourself over to another rock, and take cover, still out of sight. Peering past your cover, you observe a large number of goblins, likely ten or twelve, dancing around a fire like idiots, making jeers towards the goblins of another campfire. They then take notice to this, and one of them cocks their head, growling. Soon enough, insults are exchanged, and quicker than you would have thought, about twenty goblins are going at it in a team assault. The pulling of ears, biting, kicking and kneeing in the groin, spitting in their eyes, throwing, are all prevalent and everyone surrounding them laughs, a large number of goblins occasionally even falling to the floor while clutching their stomachs as they watch the small-scale skirmish. If circumstances were different, you'd almost even giggle at the fight, but unfortunately, you're in a potential life or death situation right now.

Taking advantage of the fight and its' loud noise of screams and roars of battle, you decide against crawling and speed up. Crouch-walking over to another rock, you sigh as you'd do it without any faults. However, looking to your left, (Roll: 20!) you view a tumbleweed, cleverly camouflaged in a dark and slightly gray pattern to utterly blend into the surroundings. Picking it up, you think you can use this to your advantage. Holding it in front of the goblins' view, you slowly crouch-walk along the edge of the mountain, and after a few minutes, you've made considerable progress and you likely would have spent an extra fifteen minutes of sneaking around if you didn't have it. About a minute later, you grin as you think about just how stunned all of these goblins are, and how they'd be fooled by a cheap trick such as this. (Roll: 11) Just as you continue thinking this however, a particularly strong gust of wind blows the tumbleweed from your hand and sends it brushing along the ground, far too far away to even hope of grasping without sprinting for it. Briefly freezing, you slowly examine your surroundings.

(Roll: 11) Thankfully, you're behind a somewhat tall outcropping of rock, so you immediately duck down. You listen, and listen, and listen...No sounds of alarm. You haven't been spotted. You notice that you're in a particularly dark spot as well, further adding to your camouflage. You slowly turn around, preparing to vault to the next rock, before you blink as there would be a shirtless goblin staring at you, the short little guy frozen in place, wide-eyed, and with a tankard in his hand as you both stare into one another's eyes. (Goblin initiation roll: 2) (Yvria initiation roll: 7) (Yvria roll: 18) Thankfully, your reflexes are much quicker than his. Immediately, you spring forwards, plant your hand against his mouth, and wrap your legs around his back as you bring him back to your previous point of cover, glaring down as you grip his neck and with a quick crunch, you snap his neck. Thankfully, no one else has spotted you, and you're about halfway to the wall now. It's very far, and the next section is going to bring you into the light, but things have gone relatively smooth so far. You can do it, you know you can!

Backing out is still an option however, as most of these goblins were probably going to nurse a hangover in the morning, allowing a much easier approach...Though your mind races back to the Crusader, and immediately, your hair stands on end. He was heading down, and he was almost finished cleaning himself when you left...

Sneaking along the outskirts of the camp, Yvria takes a deep breath. Preparing herself for what would be a dangerous game as she would try to climb almost vertically aligned pointed tree trunks while not being noticed by dozens of tiny, blood thirsty thieves and bandits. Crawling on all fours and struggling to consciously contain her tail, she would scamper behind rocks and shrubbery, easily remaining unknown to the festive goblins drinking themselves to an early grave just a few meters away. Diving and leaping in between cover like a true acrobat and listening for grunts of awareness from the opposite party while she traversed until she was safely ducking behind a rather large boulder. Peaking over it to discover that a sudden brawl between the shitlerites had erupted apparently over who's campfire was best. A funny, almost ironically idiotic sight that rolled through her steeled nerves like water, almost earning a chuckle.

This self-made diversion gave her an opportunity to advance once more and gather her where-abouts before she noticed the most odd item scampering through this foreign landscape in a manner similar to herself. That gave her possibly the most absurd idea, she would use this item, a tumbleweed, as mobile cover. Eureka! Brilliant plan, the goblins will never notice her! Her silent footfalls were amazingly well obscured by the small mobile bush as she continued around the perimeter of the mountain. Easily keeping herself out of sight, her mind growing bubbly at how all this was going along swimmingly! No heist had ever gone this well, she was truly a natural artist at her trade! *Shhwwoooshh* Her hands were suddenly empty, where was the moving bush? She turned to her right, catch winding of the fleeing tumbleweed that hadn't appreciated her abuse only to leave her entirely exposed were it not for another group of worn rocks. Phew, that could've been terrible! Fuck that bush anyway!

A few moments of waiting and scanning with her ears reveals that no alarms were yet raised. Progress was going well, she just needed to make to the wall and climb it. These little shits weren't mastercraftsmen and more than likely didn't grind the branch-stubs off the trucks when erecting the wooden fortifications. Likely also leaving the tips menacing to only falling foes, which she intended not to be. Her legs worked herself forward once more, the shade of structures and the opposite ridge giving her even lower visibility. Jump the rock and advance, was the thought before she registered the little goblin just as shocked at her appearance as she was of him. His laughing and snorts drowning for a second before Yvria shot forth and planted both hands atop his mouth, keeping one on it as he screamed against her flesh while she dragged him behind cover. Every bit of her body restrained him before her strong hands wrenched his little neck to the left with an audible *crink*. All movements and struggle ceasing immediately as he gurgled futilely against the paralyzation gripping its body. Yvria issued a light growl of contempt as she stooped upwards, making sure to spit upon the dying goblin as she scanned for any more alerted beasts. Nothing... alright, now to vault the rock and make it to the wall.

Coming to the last edge of shadows reveals that firelight illuminated the path to the wall perfectly. Shit! This was gonna be risky, Yvria peaked her head out of cover to scan the area for goblins, looking to see if they would notice her if she just bolted it wildly to next bit of cover. Even if there was goblins, there had to be a small rock she could throw to gain the attention of the goblins elsewhere. Maybe even if she hit one on the head, it'd think another goblin did it! Another fight would ensue! Decisions, decisions, the plan had to adapt, but first she needed information!

[FragranceofMtDew]

Ezra's annoyance only grew at the huntress' smugness to the point where Ezra was briefly considering smacking her hand away as she was stroking her chin. She decided to let it go for now, though she didn't appreciate being told to stay out of the fight. "To hell with that! If I see a vampire, I'm beating it to a bloody pulp!" She said to herself after the huntress had left. Most of that stuff she had been told about vampires went right over her head but the main points she had taken away from it were don't get bitten and don't look into their eyes. It seemed simple enough.

Ezra and Rork hadn't made it too far before Red collapsed again but this time it seemed as though he were down for good. It was a shame to see him go down like that but if that was all it would take, then he was only that much of a man to begin with. Ezra bowed her head slightly out of respect for the warrior he had been before turning to Rork. "Let's pick up the pace a bit. And if I get wounded I need you to heal me right away since vampire bites apparently bleed a lot alright?" She told him before starting to head down the path again. All that effort she had put towards helping Red and the girl had been a waste so far. She wasn't going to die here after all that.

[Majora]

Rukarra didn't care that these two were barely worthy, she was loving it due to the imp's spell and it was better than if the imp would be doing this right now. She shook her hips to make the man behind her happy as she came close to her own climax.

[Zankio]

Vyn lowers her eyelids and takes a deep breath as her spell takes effect, wrapping her mind around the enhanced sense. With the draw of her Katana she reopens them, her eyes focused on the forms ahead of them, watching for any movement. But what happens is least expected, a sharp howl pierces the stillness raising the tiny hairs on the back of her neck as she fails to tell where it is coming from. She realized her mistake of being distracted as much as to lose sight of the supposed vampires. Her eyes darting along her immediate surroundings before a startled scream from behind Vyn followed by the shift in pressure in the air thrusts her into action. She turns on her heel and immediately goes to resume a combat stance but is caught off guard by the sheer speed of the vampire.

Vyn feels a stinging numbness spread across her arm as the vampire lands a strike on her. She grunts and forces her sword towards the vampire, causing it to retreat momentarily. Vyn uses the experience to quickly adjust her tactics, deducing that they will do everything they can to attack from her rear she stays on guard for what happens soon after. The people around her gasp, confirming her prediction as she pushes her body into immediate action, twisting around while dropping to one knee she firmly grasps the hilt of her Katana and uses the ground to help support it as she feels her extra sense pick up the direction the vampire will pass over her, having less than a moment to adjust her blade with the information and feel a sharp tug as the vampires face collides with it. Crying out in pain as her wounded arm flexes while she grips tighter to keep from losing the blade as it splits the vampire apart over her.

Rising back to her feet Vyn glances as the mess, the corner of her mouth bending in slight disgust before she turns her attention back to the remaining vampire. Seeing it begin its sprint towards her she holds her blade out before her, focusing on her spell's sense as she readies herself. A sudden sound from another direction causes her to glace away, but a flicker of movement from the corner of her eyes draws it back to the vampire. Her brows furrow in confusion as it remains pinned to the ground by a large arrow. Her slight gratefulness for the aid is quickly watered down by the uneasiness of the unknown. They could just as easily be next. There could also be more of these monstrosities nearby. "Find cover!" She calls out to those she was leading, running over to quickly end the vampires unlife before ducking behind a tree. Collecting herself a moment as she waits for another attack, if it didn't kill her it would give her another chance to find where it came from. But she was also eager to return to the others. She wouldn't wait long before urging the caravan on, hoping to reach them before anything else showed up.

[A Vision of Sound]

Everyone:

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All traces of the sun have disappeared from the clouds and sky overhead. The two moons of Plexus and Aeri slowly rise up out of the mountain ranges in the very far distance, slowly illuminating the world around you. It's a barely-adequate light, and the moons aren't quite full, but you're thankful for the light regardless. It is now night time.

Jeanne:

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As you stand up and draw your longsword, you brandish the end towards the siren, her eyes taking on a more dangerous glint as she raises her hands and dips her mouth below the water, but you almost know for a fact that she'd be smirking. "Woah woah, hold on there, sailor...I don't mean you any harm...In fact, I want you as strong and as healthy as you could possibly be." She smiles, her mouth briefly showing long enough from the water for her to speak. However, she then leans back to lay in the water as if she'd be laying on her back on the ground. Casually lifting one leg with a startling amount of flexibility, her litheness would remind you of a springly feline. Her smooth, slightly blue-hued leg would be powerful near her thighs as you'd expect for a swimmer, lacking toenails yet her toes being webbed together, just like her hands. For some reason, just letting your gaze rove up and down her thigh, calf, and foot leaves your mouth slightly hanging open. Once you register that your jaw is slightly dropped, you close it immediately and nearly growl.

"Life here is so boring here...I can't leave the lake for more than a few minutes at a time, and no one ever comes by...I'm mostly alone, save for the few others down here, but they rarely come to the surface. I'm seeking...Something a bit more 'exciting' than worrying about how your hair looks 'neath the water." She grins, slowly lowering her leg into the water to create a soft splish. She then swims forwards towards you, about a foot away from your sword's reach. You nearly slash at her then and there, but for some reason you don't think she's interested in attacking you. She eyes you with what looks like a hunger, like a predator attempting to close in on her prey as her rather beautiful eyes splay over yours.

"I truly don't mean you any harm, Jeanne...I just want some fun, is all. And not the kind of 'fun' where I'm dead, mind you." She says, rolling her eyes at your sword. "You see...I'd like a little bit of...Let's say, 'company' around her. And I don't mean you, Jeanne...I don't intend to keep you here, though you're more than welcome to stay. I would like for you to help me out with something. Don't worry, it won't hurt...Though it might at first." She giggles, grinning devilishly at you. Slowly, ever so slowly, she begins swimming towards you, and you make sure to back up just in case, pointing the edge of your sword at her the entire time. She wades up, a slight blue blush among her cheeks, as she begins panting softly. Evidently being out of the water causes her discomfort, or it may be the fact that she has a rather large--

...Cock. She stands in the water up to her knees, and because of this, you can see the woman's body almost fully. Her smooth, glistening skin is tight and her toned muscles ripple underneath. Her stomach is smooth and flat, her human-like ribs just barely making themselves known along her curvaceous body. Her breasts would be roughly a large C cup, and her shoulders are small and portray her beautiful visage perfectly. However, the part of her that you're most focused on, even if you weren't trying to, would be her dark-blue, throbbing dick. It pulses gently, sprouting from between her legs just like a human's, and retains a human's shape. She has no balls to speak of, though if you were visually adept enough, you can notice a pair of dark-blue lips sitting just beneath the base of her shaft. She's evidently a hermaphrodite, and the liquid pooling between her legs and dripping down her thighs definitely isn't water at this point.

She runs her hands along her chest, smoothly sliding down her nipples sitting atop her pleasantly-rounded breasts, down her stomach, and over her drooling cock, moaning softly as she slowly and languidly begins stroking herself off, looking at you with half-lidded eyes as she pants. "P-...Please...It's been so-- Ahh~...Long...I don't want to hu-uuurt you, I just...Please...Allow me to s-...ssseeeeed you~" She manages to moan out, one hand venturing up to her chest to pinch and squeeze her nipple, at which her cock lurches and dribbles out a thick dollop of precum. You truly don't know what to think of this, but for most people, such a display of intoxicated ecstasy would definitely stir their nether regions.

(Roll: 2, [Frigid trait, +3] = 5) Despite your rather deadset-iron will, you're helpless to ignore the fact that every so often, you feel like you've zoned out. Once you snap back to attention, your sword is a tad bit lower and you get a bit closer to that...Thick...--Ugh. Crestella. Your hand is even starting to get cramped...Perhaps it'd just be best to drop it? Oh, she doesn't want to hurt you, what's the worst that could happen? You idly giggle and rather seriously consider sheathing your weapon, (Roll: 1!) and so you do. You sword slides into its sheath, and you take a step towards the water. The liquid contained within the lake kisses your boots once more, and you bend down to, once again, start removing your boots. (Roll: 5) Easing your foot out of one, you idly toss it behind you, and quickly work off the other. The aquatic herm's moans only increase in heat and intensity, and you're not sure what you're going to do once...Wait...

Did you just take your boots off? (Roll: 4) Bah...Who cares. You even start to think of how unpleasant your clothes are going to be if they get wet...You should probably take those off, too. There's nothing wrong with just swimming with Crystella, right? You feel more and more at ease, and you apparently have extremely bad luck. Perhaps it is good luck, in a way? Never the less, your will to resist is crumbling quicker and quicker.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Feeling rather airy and giddy, you just want to have fun!
Nutriments: Slightly thirsty.
Affects: Half-demon. (+10 corruption.)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Slayshade, Death's Melody, Reaper's Cloak, Shadowstep.
Equipment: Black leather gear in good condition, everything upkept to a very respectable degree. A belt, utterly broken, unable to hold anything whatsoever as it would be completely frayed, and ruined in some areas. A longsword of master quality, and along the guard is a blue gem infused with magical energy. The sword is enchanted, causing it to swing faster with the aid of magic from the user. (Note, it is not lighter, it propels itself based on your attack. It will automatically sap your mana as you use it, though it's a very slight drain, practically unnoticable.) A shortsword also of master's quality, but lacking an enchantment of sorts. A wand of perfect quality, oakwood infused with Vampire's Bane along with a pinch of Ghost Spices to give it a seamless casting ability.
Core:
Strength - 2
Dexterity - 8
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 7
Charisma - 2
Perception - 5
Luck - 2
Corruption - 20

Yvria:

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Rapidly, you think of every possible scenario that could happen on the spot. You think of poisoning their grog, stealthing across the rest of the way, making a complete run for it, offering yourself to them, before a plan that actually seems liable to work strikes through your mind like a match. If you aim it just right, you could hit a goblin in the head with a rock, if you were positioned correctly. Just like last time, the goblins would think another goblin did it, and a fight would break out, greasy bar-style. Deciding that this is most likely the best chance of getting out of this without getting filled with goblin cum or having your skull broken in, you rapidly flick your gaze across the ground and the multiple groups of goblins milling about. (Roll: 10)

The positioning of a few goblins isn't the best you could have hoped for. Coming from the only optimal position, it'll seem like one of the goblins threw a rock while running, before stopping immediately within their group as the rock hit one of the others. Unfortunately, that's the best you can hope for, so you make your way over to that particular outcropping of rocks, being as low and slow as you possibly can. Thankfully, you're adept enough at sneaking to get there undisturbed. Looking around, you search for a decently-sized rock to easily aim and throw at a goblin. (Roll: 15) Finding your target, you pick up a slightly jagged piece of rock that sort of looks like a half-spear. It'll be both easy to throw, and boy, will it ever hurt. Now, you need only find your target. Searching through the group, you frown as most of the goblins wouldn't be very thick or big targets, but never the less, you pick the largest one and slowly pull your hand back to throw it.

Just then however, a roar of cheering erupts as drums are beat on, and out of the mouth of a rather large cave you somehow failed to see before, strides a goblin unlike anything you've ever seen. Standing at almost 5'3, considered an absolute giant among his kind both height-wise and with his physique, strides out, accompanied by what looks like a Secret Service escort of sorts. The four goblins surrounding what looks to be the Alpha wear iron helmets that mask their faces with slits all along the eyes to provide sight, along with pointed ear covers to protect their...Well, their ears. They all carry small metal bucklers, leather armor, and spears. You even notice a shortsword on each of their belts. The Alpha however, wears nothing save for a pair of black leather pants with a shortsword of his own at his belt, concealed in an ornate scabbard. A few skulls hang from the front of his pants and along the right side, the species unknown to you from this distance.

He walks up to a goblin either too dazed or too drunk to get out of his way, and rather than have his private guard deal with them, he stares down at the goblin who just drunkenly turns towards him, and grabs the goblin's head. He lets out a few terrified shrieks as he grabs the hand holding him up in the air by this point, until the Alpha clenches his fist harder and harder, and the sound of gore ringing out through the clearing along with the goblin's head imploding are all too obvious for you to see. The goblin's body drops to the floor, and the blood-soaked Alpha briefly stares around the silent crowd. Seconds of silence later, they all erupt into a deafening cheer, bashing their tankards against one another as the drums and festivities start with a new primal passion. Damn...These fuckers are bad. Very bad. The Alpha also looks like he could literally rip your arm from your socket despite his height. Even from here, you can make out the contours of his scarily-large biceps dripping with blood.

Resuming your plan despite being a little shaken in how a skull was just burst from one goblins' hand, you aim your target. Quickly, you toss the rock in the air, (Roll: 4) and...Grimace as the rock veers off near the group's feet. It lands with a rather heavy CLUNK, and the group turns towards it briefly, one of the goblins nearly falling over as he does. With a mixture of frowns, grimaces, and utter growls, they slowly raise their gaze to the dark corner of your hiding spot. You nearly jump back and cover your mouth, gripping your dagger as you all but believe you were had. That is, until you see the group's glares shifting from the rock on the floor, to the middle of a clearing devoid of any goblins, to the nearest group of goblins to them. Jesus fuck, these things are stupid.

Roaring, a smaller goblin stretches his arms out and shakes his head wildly, splattering himself with drool as he charges over to the other's group, and jumps in the air, before latching onto another goblin, beating his head with his fist. Immediately, it's like a scene out of a movie. The two groups charge at each other head-first with no explanation whatsoever, and begin brawling it out. There is of course, no rules, and every manner of dirty trick is used in the skirmish. Snickering while wiping your brow in extreme relief, you're just about to gun it across the rocks when you hear it.

You hear it over the small-scale battle royale in front of you.

You hear it over the incredibly loud, boisterous small-army of goblins surrounding you.

You hear it as if it were perfectly tuned to your ears, and every other sound currently playing is drowned out like white noise, as it only gets louder.

Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank, thump. Clank, thump. Clank, thump. Clank, thump. Clank, thump, clank, thump.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Tired.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance. A waterskin filled with good water.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 4
Charisma - 6
Perception - 6
Luck - 1
Corruption – 0

Rukarra:

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Groaning as you shake your hips and seemingly feeling your orgasm approaching, the man rutting you from behind picks up his pace and spanks your ass while (by his standards) brutally fucking you. He thrusts only a few more times before he cries out and pulls your hips against his own, his cock lurching inside of you as it jumps and sprays out a thin jet of cum. Stream after stream unload inside of your hot cunt, and you at least get some pleasure out of it. The man in your throat groans as his partner cums inside of you, and thrusts against your face as he grips your neck. He thrusts forwards one last time, and bottoms out inside of your mouth and groans as he unloads inside of you, his baby batter coating your throat and running down to your stomach.

Pulling out now, they each pant heavily, their dicks softening as they groan. They thank you in a breathless chuckle and thumbs up, then collect their things, setting their swords along their belts. It seems they'll actually hold up to their end of the deal, and it looks like you can finally get some rest.

If you sleep now, you will not be posted for until your character awakens, or a special circumstance occurs.

Status:
Health: 27/27
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Hungry. A bit parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Two battles axes, in masterful condition. Rusty, weak iron pauldrons. Leather bra and pants maintained perfectly.
Core:
Strength – 8
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 1
Perception - 5
Luck - 4
Corruption - 3

Vyn:

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As you take cover behind a tree, a loud, booming, familiar feminine voice roughly rings out through the trees. "Relax, and come on out. I was sent by your friends to protect you, girlie. Let's go, everybody move!" came the voice of the Huntress, heard flinging from tree to tree as she lands smoothly in front of all of you. She wields a rather large, wooden bow looking like it was fashioned out of logs for the foundation and rope for the drawstring. Never the less, she nocks another incredibly large arrow and waves you forwards, jogging faintly as Leah, her leopard, would be unseen still. Like it or not, you don't have much of a choice and if the Huntress wanted you dead, she likely could have just sniped you like she did with the vampire. Never the less, you reluctantly follow her and lead the caravan.

In the distance, what sounds like cries of pain and a scuffle are ringing out, and the Huntress raises her hand to signal to stop. Jogging forwards while literally not making a sound, she lowers herself down to one knee and slowly draws back her bow. Taking aim and drawing her bow back in only the span of a second, she lets the arrow fly loose and a second later, a pained, loud yelp rings out through the woods. Evidently the Huntress hit her target in the dark from at least 40 meters away.

Jogging forwards again, the woman you'd been with before, the one with the white hair and the gauntlets, is standing and looks fine, save for a bloody wound along her side, close to her arm pit. Rork is just stirring from the ground, nursing a swelling black eye that looks rather nasty. It seems they're okay!...

At least, until you don't notice the third body, the man who saved you. He's likely dead, but then again, wasn't that the whole point? Zephyr's Whisper is slowly deactivated, and you can feel your mana reserves running a bit below the halfway point.

Status: 
Health: 20/24
Mind: Tired.
Nutriments: Thirsty. A tad famished.
Affects: Elf race (Passive mana regeneration along with a slightly larger mana pool) Bleeding.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Nature's Nourishment, Zephyr's Whisper, Charm Animal.
Equipment: Light armor in perfect condition. A satchel in good shape, filled with: Blueberries.
Core: 
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 5
Constitution – 4
Intelligence – 5
Charisma – 3
Luck – 3
Corruption - 3

Ezra:

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Practically ignoring the Huntress' words save for two bits of it, you ready your gauntlets and move considerably faster with Rork without having Red's body weighing you down. Keeping an extremely keen eye out, your gaze roves the woods, almost hoping for a pair of orange eyes to be staring at you. But then, with the knowledge that if they go for Rork first and actually kill him, you're practically done for on your own. This thought causes you to cautiously slow down enough until you're almost quite literally walking right in front of him, hoping to protect him.

(Encounter roll: 4) Sure enough, as you continue walking along the rather dark path, two faintly orange circular shapes are floating in the middle of the path. You continue walking for a second before you realize that they belong to a figure which stands in the middle of the road, their silhouette barely standing out among the dimly-lit path. It seems a vampire has already blocked your path. As you ready your gauntlets however, the vampire evidently closes their eyes. They must have, for the very faint glowing light is gone, along with the silhouette in the middle of the path. Christ, if all vampires are this fast, then you're going to have a lot of trouble. Regardless, you immediately tell Rork to put his back to you, and he does. he draws a dagger from inside of his robe, and it glints in a familiar manner against the moonlight. Silver.

Slowly turning in circles with your backs pressed together, the only sound other than the wildlife night-calls and gentle brushing wind is Rork's soft breathing, combined with your own. He sounds frightened, and rightfully so. You don't know why the Huntress is taking so long, she left about twenty minutes ago, at least. This continues on for some time, until what sounds like an explosion rings out from the both of your sides'. Looking to your left and Rork's right, a plume of dust along with a gentle shower of rubble raining over you. Jesus fuck, was that a vampire?

Immediately, a black figure sprints at you through the dust cloud, taking advantage of their rather agile speed as they come straight for the two of you! The individual looks to be running at least twenty miles per hour, and their eyes are now glowing a blood-red instead of orange. Steeling yourself, you raise your gauntlets and prepare to defend yourself, Rork flipping his dagger so the blade comes out the bottom of his fist as he bravely stares down the enemy charging towards the two of you, looking rather brave for someone who's trembling.

The vampire nearing you now, he slows down to a walk, and lets loose a deep, rolling laugh. From this distance you can see that the entire area of both of his eyes are blood-red, with the exception of his pupils, which would be slitted, and the outlines of his irises. Both have a distinct black edge around them, giving the vampire a fierce appearance. He then stops about ten feet away from you, the man about 6'1 and staying still as a statue. Suddenly, with an average voice that wouldn't be too deep, he opens his arms. "I don't want to fight, you know. All I'm really interested in is-" Before he then suddenly darts forwards, his body going low!

(Vampire initiation roll: 6) (Ezra initiation roll: 18) (Rork initiation roll: 3) Seeing through his ruse in an attempt to catch you off-guard, you grit your teeth together and make sure to repay him in kind. (Ezra attack roll: 4) Raising your fist,you intend to pound the fucker's face straight into the ground, but unfortunately, he sees through this move and immediately darts to the side, skidding along the dirt as he hisses. (Vampire attack roll: 10) As he hisses, he reaches along his forearm and a ssssssshing along with a metallic glint signals that he has a knife in his hands. Taking advantage of his natural speed, he swings it at you as if he would be punching you, the blade jutting from the bottom of his fist much like Rork's. Raising your gauntlets as quick as you can, the attack ended up being a feint as he then switches the knife's direction and slashes along your side near your arm pit. It's little more than a graze, but it makes you grit your teeth as it draws blood.

(Rork attack roll: 8) Crying out, Rork comes up behind the vampire and attempts to bring the knife down on his back. Unfortunately, the vampire seemingly senses his presence, and sidesteps. While he does so, in one fluid motion, he backhands Rork and sends him sprawling backwards. Fuck, these things are strong. (Ezra attack roll: 10) Taking advantage of his back turned to you however, you draw your fist back and prepare for a glorious haymaker. The vampire looks back and opens his eyes widely as he sees the armored gauntlet of vengeance. Just being able to angle his face immediately, your fist connects and you feel a satisfying crunch in his cheek as his skull would definitely be fractured. If only he hadn't of moved, you probably could have burst his skull with your punch. Never the less, the vampire howls in pain and grips his face, before fixing you with a cold stare, his blood-red eyes glowing in the night as you confidently set yourself into a fighting stance.

Just as the two of you would be about to engage once more however, suddenly, an incredibly loud WHOOSH! flies through the air and with a sickening crack, the vampire is evidently struck by something as he lets out a terrified yelp and is followed by a thwump of his body hitting the ground. Looking closely, you would see that the vampire is pinned by a rather large arrow, the nock and feathers being extremely thick as to disallow prey to escape. Looking towards the direction of the arrow fired and hoping you're not next, you're rather relieved to see the evident group you had all sought so much to get to. The Huntress is grinning ferociously, an incredibly large bow held in her hands as she slowly reaches up and slings it over her torso with the drawstring along her chest.

Rork slowly groans and stands up, nursing a growing black eye which begins to swell. It seems he's alive and well, save for a rather nasty bruise that could probably be healed up. The elf woman is among the group, completely devoid of blood. This in turn, reminds you of your scratch, and you grimace slightly, yet smile faintly at everyone's safety.

Status:
Health: 26/29 (27+2)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Hungry. Thirsty. Fatigued. Slightly bleeding.
Affects: Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit.
Core:
Strength – 7
Dexterity - 7
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 2
Perception - 4
Luck - 1
Corruption - 5

[Kaed]

Aataz decided this would be a good place to settle for the night, but first he was going to search around for something to eat. He was feeling a bit hungry, and wouldn't mind a snack before sleeping for the night. He'd expended a lot of energy, and not eating before a nap was always a recipe for waking up feeling even worse than before you started. Kobolds could eat nearly anything, so he wasn't too picky...

[FragranceofMtDew]

Ezra was secretly delighted that they had encountered a vampire along their way. She was worried that the huntress would get to have all the fun and she hadn't had a chance to let off some steam all day. "Stay behind me and don't get too carried away. Protect yourself and let me take the hits and you can just heal me afterwards." She told Rork as he drew his dagger to assist her. The speed of this vampire would make it difficult to protect Rork but if Ezra could land a hit while they were moving at such high speeds than their momentum could work against them.

The vampire began his rapid dash towards Ezra and she prepared to strike once he entered her range. He stopped a few feet short of her however, claiming he didn't want to fight before breaking into a surprise attack. Ezra saw through his ploy in heartbeat though and moved to make the first strike. Unfortunately the vampire was much too fast and managed to dodge her fist and strike her open side with his dagger. The pain made her wince but it also brought a small smile to her face a she felt the adrenaline begin to flow through her. Rork tried to step in to help here but he merely was smacked away. This did leave Ezra with an opportunity for her own strike and she wound up a haymaker for the distracted vampire. Her smile had grown a bit bigger as she felt the breaking of his bones beneath her fist and heard his cries of pain.

"Oh, you're still gonna keep going after that? The next one will cave your skull in ya know?" She taunted the wounded vampire, a full on grin spreading across her face at this point. "It's not often you see someone who can take one of my punches and stay standing let alone alive. I wanna savor every moment of this, so let's GO!!!" Ezra punctuated her declaration by slamming her gauntlets together and preparing to charge before a large arrow came out of the woods and picked her opponent off. With a snarl, Ezra turned in the direction it had come from to see who had interrupted her fight and of course it was the huntress.

"Tch! I had him, no sweat." Ezra relaxed from her fighting stance as she grumbled bitterly. She pressed a hand to her wounded side to stop the bleeding as she helped pull Rork to her feet with her other hand. "There's more on the way though, right? We should keep moving until we make it to safety." She said as she and Rork moved to rejoin the others.

[MyLittleCossack]

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Rapidly, you think of every possible scenario that could happen on the spot. You think of poisoning their grog, stealthing across the rest of the way, making a complete run for it, offering yourself to them, before a plan that actually seems liable to work strikes through your mind like a match. If you aim it just right, you could hit a goblin in the head with a rock, if you were positioned correctly. Just like last time, the goblins would think another goblin did it, and a fight would break out, greasy bar-style. Deciding that this is most likely the best chance of getting out of this without getting filled with goblin cum or having your skull broken in, you rapidly flick your gaze across the ground and the multiple groups of goblins milling about. (Roll: 10)

The positioning of a few goblins isn't the best you could have hoped for. Coming from the only optimal position, it'll seem like one of the goblins threw a rock while running, before stopping immediately within their group as the rock hit one of the others. Unfortunately, that's the best you can hope for, so you make your way over to that particular outcropping of rocks, being as low and slow as you possibly can. Thankfully, you're adept enough at sneaking to get there undisturbed. Looking around, you search for a decently-sized rock to easily aim and throw at a goblin. (Roll: 15) Finding your target, you pick up a slightly jagged piece of rock that sort of looks like a half-spear. It'll be both easy to throw, and boy, will it ever hurt. Now, you need only find your target. Searching through the group, you frown as most of the goblins wouldn't be very thick or big targets, but never the less, you pick the largest one and slowly pull your hand back to throw it.

Just then however, a roar of cheering erupts as drums are beat on, and out of the mouth of a rather large cave you somehow failed to see before, strides a goblin unlike anything you've ever seen. Standing at almost 5'3, considered an absolute giant among his kind both height-wise and with his physique, strides out, accompanied by what looks like a Secret Service escort of sorts. The four goblins surrounding what looks to be the Alpha wear iron helmets that mask their faces with slits all along the eyes to provide sight, along with pointed ear covers to protect their...Well, their ears. They all carry small metal bucklers, leather armor, and spears. You even notice a shortsword on each of their belts. The Alpha however, wears nothing save for a pair of black leather pants with a shortsword of his own at his belt, concealed in an ornate scabbard. A few skulls hang from the front of his pants and along the right side, the species unknown to you from this distance.

He walks up to a goblin either too dazed or too drunk to get out of his way, and rather than have his private guard deal with them, he stares down at the goblin who just drunkenly turns towards him, and grabs the goblin's head. He lets out a few terrified shrieks as he grabs the hand holding him up in the air by this point, until the Alpha clenches his fist harder and harder, and the sound of gore ringing out through the clearing along with the goblin's head imploding are all too obvious for you to see. The goblin's body drops to the floor, and the blood-soaked Alpha briefly stares around the silent crowd. Seconds of silence later, they all erupt into a deafening cheer, bashing their tankards against one another as the drums and festivities start with a new primal passion. Damn...These fuckers are bad. Very bad. The Alpha also looks like he could literally rip your arm from your socket despite his height. Even from here, you can make out the contours of his scarily-large biceps dripping with blood.

Resuming your plan despite being a little shaken in how a skull was just burst from one goblins' hand, you aim your target. Quickly, you toss the rock in the air, (Roll: 4) and...Grimace as the rock veers off near the group's feet. It lands with a rather heavy CLUNK, and the group turns towards it briefly, one of the goblins nearly falling over as he does. With a mixture of frowns, grimaces, and utter growls, they slowly raise their gaze to the dark corner of your hiding spot. You nearly jump back and cover your mouth, gripping your dagger as you all but believe you were had. That is, until you see the group's glares shifting from the rock on the floor, to the middle of a clearing devoid of any goblins, to the nearest group of goblins to them. Jesus fuck, these things are stupid.

Roaring, a smaller goblin stretches his arms out and shakes his head wildly, splattering himself with drool as he charges over to the other's group, and jumps in the air, before latching onto another goblin, beating his head with his fist. Immediately, it's like a scene out of a movie. The two groups charge at each other head-first with no explanation whatsoever, and begin brawling it out. There is of course, no rules, and every manner of dirty trick is used in the skirmish. Snickering while wiping your brow in extreme relief, you're just about to gun it across the rocks when you hear it.

You hear it over the small-scale battle royale in front of you.

You hear it over the incredibly loud, boisterous small-army of goblins surrounding you.

You hear it as if it were perfectly tuned to your ears, and every other sound currently playing is drowned out like white noise, as it only gets louder.

Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank, thump. Clank, thump. Clank, thump. Clank, thump. Clank, thump, clank, thump.

Yvria would easily maneuver herself around her position, getting herself tightly tucked behind the cover of a rigid rocky tongue. Peering over it, she would quickly locate and 'tag' her green little target in her mind. Taking in characteristics as she scavenged the locale for a suitable rock to fling. Shit! This rock could gore someone... perfect! Looking over her cover once more, she would note look for her last target, noticing how the little buggers were as static as a bag of wasps before she found the one. This'll do, she thought as she arched back her upper body for a good throw. Almost letting the rock fly before noticing a sudden commotion.

From a cave opposite the valley, a truely massive (for their kind) goblin came strutting out of the pitch darkness. His levy of armored guards indicating he was of great importance, possibly the leader of the encampment? Maybe a king? Who knows with these things. The only thing that was certain was that this one was not to be trifled with, she certainly wasn't about to pick a fight with that one or his elite guard, armored goblins are certainly a step above the average one. This took prowess, trust, and a bit of knowledge. They could likely /fight/ instead of swinging for the purse and panty strings with reckless abandon. All this deducing accumulated into a tangible theory when the Alpha didn't receive the respect he demanded from one particularly oblivious peon. The sight and sound of imploding skull was all it took to verify the position the Leader held in this camp, might makes right. And mighty he was, his domination was certain over the camp's direction. Where ever he wanted it to go, Yvria was going to be sure to steer clear of it.

With all that in mind, Yvria grimaced, arching her arm again. With a strong, muffled *hngh*, the rock is sent flying. It looked perfect... for a few seconds. "Sssshiittt!" The rock merely drew attention to her position, she was done for. It was all over. She just knew it... but... why aren't they all running? All screaming with bloodlust? She dares to look back at where she'd thrown the rock, noticing that all attention now was on a clear void between two groups now distinct groups of goblins. No... no way, they are not about to... yup, they're fighting. One of the little bandits initiates the brawl. His scream of incoherent rage and battle is quickly drown out by the sounds of mad scuffling. It was almost like the stories she'd heard of from the raiding teams from home tribe, nothing was against the rules of warfare. Had she not needed to stay silent, she would've broken down in laughter. Her nerves were completely worn away by the glorious news that goblin stupidity had won the day for her. Everything was going to b-... *clunk... clank clunk* That sounds like... oh fuck, by the Gods, its time leave. *Clunk clunk... clank* Every foot step just barely ringing over the sounds of violence. *Clank clank chink* She began to crouch run, knowing that the goblins were too distracted to pay her any mind. The wall was so close, she just needed to scale it.

*Clink clank... clank... clunk*

[Zankio]

Vyn eyes the Huntress suspiciously, failing to see what the others could have offered her in exchange for aid. But a tingling numbness running over her arm, she shrugs off her doubt for now and follows the woman's instructions, returning her blade to its sheath before following along with the caravan.

Her brow furrows in confusion when rejoin the others, she could have sworn her savior could have survived. But regardless of what could have happened Vyn hardened herself against it. With his death her debt is no more and she can focus on the path ahead. Nodding in agreement with the white haired woman Vyn motions to Rork, "You wouldn't happen to have any bandages to help stop this bleeding?" She asks holding up her arm, revealing the gash running along it. She too would be hoping to reach the nearest town before more vampires had a chance to be upon them.

[A Vision of Sound]

Aataz:

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You decide against sleeping, and simply decide to look around your small clearing for anything to eat. (Roll: 4) Unfortunately, there's absolutely nothing to scrounge up, unless you wanted to eat grass.

Status:
Health: 20/20
Mind: Tired.
Nutriments: Peckish. Slightly parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Decoy, Terrify, Enthrall, Paralysis, Manipulate Gravity, Manipulate Attraction, Manipulate Time, Spacial Displacement, Spacial Partitioning.
Equipment: Short sword in perfect condition, the blade gleaming with a beautiful edge, steel in its make. A simple leather belt and scabbard with a few pouches, being in not very good quality, a few of the pouches frayed to the point of uselessness. A loin cloth, and a bandolier in good condition, not needing repair.
Core:
Strength - 1
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 1
Intelligence - 12
Charisma - 2
Perception - 3
Luck - 5
Corruption – 0

Vyn and Ezra:

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All of you join up with the small caravan, and you both solemnly nod to one another. It seems everyone, save for a certain someone, had escaped alive. That just means less competition, after all. You both remember the words the Inquisitor told you. "Feel free to make friends along the way, though once you're in Ultima Bellum, none of that matters." At least...You think he said that? Funny, it's there in your brain, yet you don't really know how it got there. Vyn walks up to Rork and shows her injury, as does Ezra. He groans faintly, not especially excited to start using his magic again, and gestures towards the group. Evidently most, if not all of them were specialized healers!

After a few incantations later and a lot of glowing lights, the healers of the group completely patch up the both of you, and you're finally ready to go. The Huntress would have been watching the entire ordeal, though for once, did not comment on it. Her bow strung along her back, she wouldn't have a quiver to speak of, which was strange. Never the less, she cocks her head and points upwards towards the trees without saying anything, gesturing as if she'd be going to go that route. She also puts a finger to her mouth, as if signaling to stay quiet. Jumping against the tree, she digs her claws into the bark and uses her hands to grab a branch, scaling it perfectly and without a sound. She then disappears into the trees, likely going to watch your group from above.

Continuing on as silently as all of you can manage despite the animals and rickety wagons situated with you, you all set off along the path towards, hopefully, civilization.

(Roll: 5) You suspect you'll receive news when you're all out of vampire territory, though the Huntress hasn't come back to the lot of you yet. You continue on in stoic silence. Ezra with her gauntlets continuously raised, and Vyn with her hand along her katana's hilt. You at least think you're making good progress, though you can't know for sure. If only she'd come back and let you know just exactly what was going on...

(Roll: 16) Suddenly, a large, dark form lands in front of all of you about five feet away, and as it steps into the torch light, it would be in fact, the Huntress, grinning wildly. "And we're out. Wasn't so bad, was it?" She snickers, looking down at the lot of you. "As it stands, we actually left their territory a while ago. Though vampires have been known to be stubborn, thought I'd treat you all with special care and make sure we weren't being followed. Hope I didn't worry 'ya." She finishes her last sentence with a slight baby-ish tone, as if speaking down to the two of you like she were your mother. She then erupts into a cackle of laughter, before sighing appreciatively.

"Ahh...You two are funny. You should all get some rest, though. You're guaranteed to be safe with me around, at least, while I'm on guard. Leah's asleep right now, I don't want to risk having her infected with Vampirism or anything of the like, too dangerous for her. You're all going to set up camp right here, it's the best we'll get under the circumstances." She announces, nodding to everyone. Believe it or not, they all start unpacking their things and leading their wagons and animals off the road to begin setting up camp for the night. One of the robed men even leans into his wagon and withdraws a stack of firewood, setting it down as he begins lighting a camp fire.

The Huntress stalks over to Ezra however, and firmly grabs her arm. She leans down, whispering into her ear. "Come with me. Time to pay up."

Leading her off, everyone would either be too focused on camp to even notice their walking away, or just didn't comment on it. Vyn stands near the unlit campfire, where a multitude of people would be looking for some type of lighting apparatus.

Vyn's status:

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Status: 
Health: 24/24
Mind: Tired.
Nutriments: Thirsty. Peckish.
Affects: Elf race (Passive mana regeneration along with a slightly larger mana pool)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Nature's Nourishment, Zephyr's Whisper, Charm Animal.
Equipment: Light armor in perfect condition. A satchel in good shape, filled with: Blueberries.
Core: 
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 5
Constitution – 4
Intelligence – 5
Charisma – 3
Luck – 3
Corruption - 3

Ezra's status:

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Status:
Health: 29/29 (27+2)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Hungry. Thirsty. Fatigued.
Affects: Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit.
Core:
Strength – 7
Dexterity - 7
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 2
Perception - 4
Luck - 1
Corruption - 5

Yvria:

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As you nearly snicker at the violence before you, the sounds of heavy metal clanking against stone is all-too-clear. Throwing caution to the wind and hoping that the goblins would be too focused on the fight, you crouch down and begin running to the best of your abilities, behind as much cover as you can possibly get to. (Roll: 1!) Unfortunately, not even a few seconds in, an incredibly loud roar from the far side of the camp literally stops everything, including you. It's as if time has just grinded to a halt, as you slowly look to your left, and realizing that your pupil can't go any farther, you slowly crane your head sideways to look at the source of the roar.

Literally every single goblin is stopped mid-attack, though it's clear that they're just nearly pissing their pants out of fear. They also slowly look over to the source, and lo and behold, their gaze, including yours, finds what they're looking for. The Alpha goblin is staring directly at you, pointing a finger towards you. His guard is nearly about to charge in your direction, though he steps between the two front-guards and pushes them violently aside, gutterly growling as he does so. The horde of goblins actually don't charge at you, they hardly even look at you, as if knowing your fate was sealed. They part like a green sea as the leader slowly strides towards you, his fists clenching and releasing. (Roll: 6) Unfortunately, you just can't will your muscles to move. The sense of urgency you had with the Crusader incoming, along with this rather dangerous threat, should have been enough to make you move, but you just can't.

Stepping in the middle of the clearing, the Alpha chuffs and a wide circle like a green battle arena is made. A few shaky goblins immediately reach towards you and grab you on all fronts, and drag you to the "Arena". Throwing you inside, it seems all the burliest and biggest goblins make up the inner ring, making escape all but impossible as they'd be backed up by countless others wanting to watch this fight. All eyes are on the two of you as your muscles finally begin responding to your brain, and you slowly rise to your feet, looking around. It seems they have the utmost respect for the Alpha, as not a single goblin moves in to lunge at you. You suspect that this is going to be a fight to the death, and you're going to be hard-pressed to kill your opponent, by the looks of it.

However, just then, as you're focusing on the Alpha, a blood-red spotlight is shone over the center of the arena. Your heart sinks in your chest as you realize that the Crusader is here. His heavy, armor-clad footsteps ring out through the clearing as he descends the ramp leading from up the mountain, his glowing-red gauntlet infused with the "Spotlight" energy. As the light is shone on you, the breath is forced out of your lungs like you'd just been running a ten-hour marathon. The effects are limited to only that, but it still instills panic inside of you. The light is shone around the horde of goblins, and some of them fall to the ground, gasping for breath. Never the less, the light is shut off, and a rather distinct ssshhhhiiiing! flies through the camp. The Crusader's sword gleams in the torchlight, and wields only that. You'd expect he'd at least equip his shield as well, but for some reason, he isn't.

The Alpha, who had been standing upright the entire time, roars and draws his sword from his scabbard. It seems to be a directed roar however, because the goblins all expectantly look over to the cave mouth. The Alpha's royal guard so to speak all immediately charge into action, leveling their pikes and raising their bucklers as they close the distance on the Crusader. He watches them quickly advance without so much as a movement, staying as still as a statue. The crowd begins cheering wildly as the four elites near the Crusader. The Alpha's face twists into a sneer as his guards finally come within striking distance. However, just as one armor-clad goblin shrieks as he lunges his spear, the Crusader steps to the side and in one fluid motion, raises his sword through the air. The crowd is then silent, the only thing heard after that a heavy thump and two liquid spatters. Everyone is perfectly still as you all realize that the goblin's arm had just been severed, the crimson liquid flowing freely out of the goblin's arm socket. He stands perfectly still, as if in shock.

Just then however, the Crusader begins moving again. He slowly walks towards the other three goblins, sword in hand and pointed to the side, the tip of the blade facing the ground. Two of the royal regiment then grimace and growl, flanking either side of the Crusader in a hope to surround him. Coming at him from both sides, the Crusader stops mid-stride and waits for them to be within stabbing distance of their spears, then immediately steps forwards and turns around at the same time, angling his body upwards as he raises his sword once more. In one strike, he breaks both of the goblins' spears with his sword, and they end up running into one another, their helmets emitting a loud CLANK! as they collide. Groaning, they each hold their heads, before with a flash of white and then red, both of them are severed. The two goblins' heads fall to the floor and then so do their bodies, spurting blood over the Crusader's iron-clad greaves.

Slowly turning around to the last royal guardian, the goblin drops his spear and instead reaches for his belt, drawing his shortsword. Armed with a sword and small shield, he slowly circles around the Crusader, using caution as opposed to his other team mates. The Crusader silently watches and lays still as the goblin slowly circles him, before realizing that no move would be made anytime soon. The Crusader raises his sword and then angles it towards himself. He sheathes it with a smooth sssslllllth. And stares down at the goblin before him. Striding forwards spontaneously, the goblin shrieks in terror as he's advanced upon by the heavily-armored foe. Raising his sword, he just wouldn't have enough time to swing it. The Crusader's gauntlet grips the goblin's wrist, at which he screams in pain, dropping his shield and sword. His cries of pure terror and pain ring out through the deathly-silent clearing, until the Crusader reaches downwards and places his other hand on the goblin's shoulder. With a twist of his grip and then a wrench, the goblin's forearm is broken in an unnatural angle, completely backwards as his bone sticks through his flesh. The goblin falls to the ground, screaming for his life. The Crusader then raises his boot and stomps on the goblin's chest, resulting in multiple clear, sick-sounding CRACK!s. He doesn't just stop there, though. He raises his foot again and again, stomping the goblin into the ground as blood spurts from the slits in his helmet.

As the Crusader grows still, his entire bottom half would be soaked with blood. It drips freely from him just like before, and he raises his foot out of the goblin's open-chest. Gore and intestines drop free from his iron boot, and he slowly raises his hand towards everyone. instinctually, everyone flinches and even a few screams of terror are let out, before you're all bathed in a glowing red light from his palm. Immediately, everyone screams in terror and they all turn tail and run, save for the Alpha. You were watching slack-jawed the entire time, or perhaps you weren't, and wanted to cover your eyes, only you could say. However, your legs aren't responding and the Crusader is staring right at you. Willing yourself to move, you immediately turn around, looking back as the Alpha roars and brandishes his sword. The Crusader instead focuses on the Alpha, and draws his own. It seems there will be a fight, though for how long, you can't say.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Tired. Slightly shell-shocked.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance. A waterskin filled with good water.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 4
Charisma - 6
Perception - 6
Luck - 1
Corruption – 0

[MyLittleCossack]

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As you nearly snicker at the violence before you, the sounds of heavy metal clanking against stone is all-too-clear. Throwing caution to the wind and hoping that the goblins would be too focused on the fight, you crouch down and begin running to the best of your abilities, behind as much cover as you can possibly get to. (Roll: 1!) Unfortunately, not even a few seconds in, an incredibly loud roar from the far side of the camp literally stops everything, including you. It's as if time has just grinded to a halt, as you slowly look to your left, and realizing that your pupil can't go any farther, you slowly crane your head sideways to look at the source of the roar.

Literally every single goblin is stopped mid-attack, though it's clear that they're just nearly pissing their pants out of fear. They also slowly look over to the source, and lo and behold, their gaze, including yours, finds what they're looking for. The Alpha goblin is staring directly at you, pointing a finger towards you. His guard is nearly about to charge in your direction, though he steps between the two front-guards and pushes them violently aside, gutterly growling as he does so. The horde of goblins actually don't charge at you, they hardly even look at you, as if knowing your fate was sealed. They part like a green sea as the leader slowly strides towards you, his fists clenching and releasing. (Roll: 6) Unfortunately, you just can't will your muscles to move. The sense of urgency you had with the Crusader incoming, along with this rather dangerous threat, should have been enough to make you move, but you just can't.

Stepping in the middle of the clearing, the Alpha chuffs and a wide circle like a green battle arena is made. A few shaky goblins immediately reach towards you and grab you on all fronts, and drag you to the "Arena". Throwing you inside, it seems all the burliest and biggest goblins make up the inner ring, making escape all but impossible as they'd be backed up by countless others wanting to watch this fight. All eyes are on the two of you as your muscles finally begin responding to your brain, and you slowly rise to your feet, looking around. It seems they have the utmost respect for the Alpha, as not a single goblin moves in to lunge at you. You suspect that this is going to be a fight to the death, and you're going to be hard-pressed to kill your opponent, by the looks of it.

However, just then, as you're focusing on the Alpha, a blood-red spotlight is shone over the center of the arena. Your heart sinks in your chest as you realize that the Crusader is here. His heavy, armor-clad footsteps ring out through the clearing as he descends the ramp leading from up the mountain, his glowing-red gauntlet infused with the "Spotlight" energy. As the light is shone on you, the breath is forced out of your lungs like you'd just been running a ten-hour marathon. The effects are limited to only that, but it still instills panic inside of you. The light is shone around the horde of goblins, and some of them fall to the ground, gasping for breath. Never the less, the light is shut off, and a rather distinct ssshhhhiiiing! flies through the camp. The Crusader's sword gleams in the torchlight, and wields only that. You'd expect he'd at least equip his shield as well, but for some reason, he isn't.

The Alpha, who had been standing upright the entire time, roars and draws his sword from his scabbard. It seems to be a directed roar however, because the goblins all expectantly look over to the cave mouth. The Alpha's royal guard so to speak all immediately charge into action, leveling their pikes and raising their bucklers as they close the distance on the Crusader. He watches them quickly advance without so much as a movement, staying as still as a statue. The crowd begins cheering wildly as the four elites near the Crusader. The Alpha's face twists into a sneer as his guards finally come within striking distance. However, just as one armor-clad goblin shrieks as he lunges his spear, the Crusader steps to the side and in one fluid motion, raises his sword through the air. The crowd is then silent, the only thing heard after that a heavy thump and two liquid spatters. Everyone is perfectly still as you all realize that the goblin's arm had just been severed, the crimson liquid flowing freely out of the goblin's arm socket. He stands perfectly still, as if in shock.

Just then however, the Crusader begins moving again. He slowly walks towards the other three goblins, sword in hand and pointed to the side, the tip of the blade facing the ground. Two of the royal regiment then grimace and growl, flanking either side of the Crusader in a hope to surround him. Coming at him from both sides, the Crusader stops mid-stride and waits for them to be within stabbing distance of their spears, then immediately steps forwards and turns around at the same time, angling his body upwards as he raises his sword once more. In one strike, he breaks both of the goblins' spears with his sword, and they end up running into one another, their helmets emitting a loud CLANK! as they collide. Groaning, they each hold their heads, before with a flash of white and then red, both of them are severed. The two goblins' heads fall to the floor and then so do their bodies, spurting blood over the Crusader's iron-clad greaves.

Slowly turning around to the last royal guardian, the goblin drops his spear and instead reaches for his belt, drawing his shortsword. Armed with a sword and small shield, he slowly circles around the Crusader, using caution as opposed to his other team mates. The Crusader silently watches and lays still as the goblin slowly circles him, before realizing that no move would be made anytime soon. The Crusader raises his sword and then angles it towards himself. He sheathes it with a smooth sssslllllth. And stares down at the goblin before him. Striding forwards spontaneously, the goblin shrieks in terror as he's advanced upon by the heavily-armored foe. Raising his sword, he just wouldn't have enough time to swing it. The Crusader's gauntlet grips the goblin's wrist, at which he screams in pain, dropping his shield and sword. His cries of pure terror and pain ring out through the deathly-silent clearing, until the Crusader reaches downwards and places his other hand on the goblin's shoulder. With a twist of his grip and then a wrench, the goblin's forearm is broken in an unnatural angle, completely backwards as his bone sticks through his flesh. The goblin falls to the ground, screaming for his life. The Crusader then raises his boot and stomps on the goblin's chest, resulting in multiple clear, sick-sounding CRACK!s. He doesn't just stop there, though. He raises his foot again and again, stomping the goblin into the ground as blood spurts from the slits in his helmet.

As the Crusader grows still, his entire bottom half would be soaked with blood. It drips freely from him just like before, and he raises his foot out of the goblin's open-chest. Gore and intestines drop free from his iron boot, and he slowly raises his hand towards everyone. instinctually, everyone flinches and even a few screams of terror are let out, before you're all bathed in a glowing red light from his palm. Immediately, everyone screams in terror and they all turn tail and run, save for the Alpha. You were watching slack-jawed the entire time, or perhaps you weren't, and wanted to cover your eyes, only you could say. However, your legs aren't responding and the Crusader is staring right at you. Willing yourself to move, you immediately turn around, looking back as the Alpha roars and brandishes his sword. The Crusader instead focuses on the Alpha, and draws his own. It seems there will be a fight, though for how long, you can't say.

Yvria was focusing much more so on what her next plan would be as she advanced on the wall, not a single chance, she thought at least, that she could be caught entered her brain. Yet that did little to stop the heart-wrenching battlecry coming from the opposite end of the valley. She turned and looked on, noticing that the single, most threatening enemy in this godsforsaken camp had been the one to notice her. The menacing guardsmen step forward only to be discarded with a primal growl of disdain and a forceful shove. This one clearly had himself set to add another skull to his collection, and it would be her's. She needed to run, right now, like, now... why wasn't she moving?! Her mind commanded but her body refused! The thought of having to fight the Alpha was horrifying, this was the very last thing she wanted!

She could only watch as the "green sea" parted around the advancing foe and proceeded to form a circle. That was where they intended to watch their chief rip her to shreds, Yvria's body still refused to cooperate even as she was dragged forward. The gravely ground meeting her face once more with an audible *thump*, a few of her muscles coming around finally with the jarring impact to allow her to move her head about. Noting that the ring forming around her was now complete, the largest of the little buggers, still a bit shorter than her, linking together in order to prevent her escape from this royale. Her feet begin to respond again, slowly allowing her upright in a slight state of shock. Her stance is still off, but her reflexes act enough to keep her rather low. The fact that none of the goblins actually break rank for once was incredibly rare, surprising to say the least. Perhaps it's because they knew that whoever took a swing at her without the chief's permission would likely be the next skull on his belt. Her senses fully return now, her shock still present but pushed away enough for her bend her knees slightly and withdraw both her daggers from their sheaths. Her ears slitted back defensively and her tail twitching with agitation as she hissed with spite at her would-be attacker. For a moment, she had forgotten about the prior urgency of escaping... that was until that eerie red glow encompassed the encampment for the first time.

From the trail leading up the mountain, that demonic Crusader, gauntlets emitting light, stood. Its face still totally obscured from view by an unnatural darkness in the helmet. It would be now that Yvria finally noticed that she could hardly even breath! This magic was beyond her, it was almost too much, her fear was getting to her as the entire population looked on at the new intruder as it brandished its blade. Little did Yvria know that she was no longer the center of attention. A battlecry, much like the one that had drawn her into "the ring", was directed at the up-leading trail. All eyes focused on a rapid advance by the royal pikegoblins as they moved in formation to confront their target.

Short work was made of this elite group, quickly they fell, until the last one had his chest impaled by a boot. The result silencing and intimidating every onlooker, striking fear deep into their minds but not yet complete terror. What broke the camel's back was the resumption of the red light overtaking the encampment. Yvria, watching with shaking feet and flinching jolts, could not even respond in time as the entire group of goblins suddenly turned tail and ran /towards her/. One of the burly ones opposite to her, shrieking in self-absorbed terror, almost running into her by the time she took the hint that now was the time to flee. The only bulwark against the terror en masse being the Alpha who simply stood upright. Were she not fearing for her life or perhaps, instead, an onlooker, she might have considered this brave... or just possibly fool-hearty self-confidence... but philosophical deduction of the Alpha's reasoning wasn't on a single mind in that valley. Yvria simply followed the group of goblins, a sore sight as she was one of the three individuals standing over 5 feet, yet the only one running. Whatever lay in the lands beyond the base of mountain would soon be flooded with stray goblins and a lone traveler. A lone, exhausted, terrified traveler.

[Icaelus]

Jeanne glared at the siren, her expression one of silent, deadly calm. Her tension was riding on high, which was only natural. She had barely managed to break out of the Siren's charms and adrenaline coursed through her veins, preparing her for any combat. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Cool the head off and calm down. There wasn't any point in swinging swords around wildly. The siren raised her hands in a gesture of mock surrender, claiming that she had meant no harm..and she wanted her as healthy as she could be? Uh, what?
"Sorry, what?"
Jeanne raised an eyebrow at the statement, confused. The confused expression vanished, the cold mask reforming itself as the siren made a movement to lift a leg above the water, displaying an amazing show of her flexibility.
She couldn't help herself, her blue eyes following the motion of the siren's leg, roving over each inch of her toned leg. Wait, wait. Again with the charms.
"Stop that."
Jeanne pursed her lips shut, annoyed with herself. A faint blush had flushed her cheeks a pale pink at this time. Damn sirens and their teasing..might as well leave right now, damned be the water. She slowly backpedaled, sword kept raised as she attempted to retreat from the situation. Crystella continued on, suddenly swimming forward almost into reach of her blade.
It took all of her self-control to not slash at her just then and obviously miss, but it did succeed in Jeanne's retreat coming to a complete halt.
"I didn't come here for fun, Crystella. I don't have time to mess around with you."
Jeanne grumbled. It seemed like the siren didn't seem to want to fight with her, but damn if she knew what else the siren had up her bluish sleeves. That look in her eye..it was that of a slavering predator, ready to ravage whatever lay before it. Jeanne shuddered. She had to go, now. Enough time wasted here.
"I'm not going to fight you, Crystella. I have to g-"
Jeanne cut off, almost dropping her sword in surprise as Crystella revealed her very own sword. Except that it was of the lovemaking variety. It was the first time that Jeanne had seen the siren's full body out of the water, stunning even her, one of the same gender with her beauty.
She had been pretty sure that she wasn't a switch hitter, but clapping her eyes upon Crystella's nude body had seriously made her question that statement.

"W-whaa? W-why the hell do you have that thing?!"
An adorable crimson had stained Jeanne's cheeks as she pointed at the offending member, hand trembling gently. She tried to tear her gaze away from the slab of man-meat between Crystella legs, but she couldn't help herself. Her eyes were glued onto it.
Jeanne gasped, trying to shake herself of the lust that rampantly toyed with her emotions. Crystella had began fondling her dick, stroking herself off as she held Jeanne's gaze with lust-filled eyes.
She would've been lying if she said that she wasn't entertaining the thought. She was pent-up..incredibly so. Suppressing her sexual urges could only go so far, and the perfect opportunity to relieve herself had just presented itself. A sliver of wetness trailed down her thigh and Jeanne almost jumped, the flush on her face reddening one shade deeper. The sexual display that Crystella was putting on was affecting her, even if she liked it or not.
Her will faltering along with her swordhand, Jeanne sheathed the longsword, taking the first step towards the lake. Toward Crystella, who was waiting for her..
The black boots were quickly slid off, abandoned to the bank of the lake. Her self-control long and forgotten now, the next to go was the leather jacket before Jeanne regained any semblance of control back.
She had already stepped into the water coming up to her calves..just out of the siren's grasp. Did..she really want this?

[A Vision of Sound]

Yvria:

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As the red light is shone on you, as the Crusader would be closer to you, strangely...In addition to the shortness of breath, your ears begin to fill with the sound of white noise. Your vision begins to darken around the edges, and everything is starting to go a bit slower. That is, until the light is instead shone on the Alpha, who roars in an attempt to rally his troops. Waving his free hand in a "Come here!" motion, it actually succeeds. A good number of the goblins, perhaps fifteen, stop running and gradually form a line behind him. This alone is nearly enough to make you stop running. Formations? Actual battle tactics? It's almost as if they weren't goblins at all! Briefly looking back towards a goblin, the Alpha is handed a large wooden shield that looks scaled to size with the burly leader. Aiming his shield and placing his shortsword along the top of it as he crouches down, he's clearly been in a number of battles and won them through actual thought.

As the Alpha's squadron slowly advance, rather tactically, you make your way to the gates, the goblins too scared to stop you. You linger by the gates however, wanting to see the results of this sure-to-be epic battle. You're behind the gates and peeking outwards, so that no matter which side won, you'd be able to escape quickly after the aftermath. Pressing yourself against the wood, you frown as the two opposing forces slowly meet.

As the Alpha's squadron nears, about twenty or so feet from the Crusader, he reaches down and unsheathes his sword, the silver blade coated in a red deluge. You might have failed to notice this before, but there's something...Strange about his blade. It looks like it weighs a good amount, and at the start of the Crusader's swings, it's normal enough, yet somehow...It moves faster, like it's being propelled. Never the less, the Crusader, rather than wait for the force to surround him, begins slowly striding forwards, his blade turned towards the ground and out to the side as he silently stalks forwards.

A few of the goblins visibly shudder and whimper, though one growl from the Alpha sets their spirits high again. A low chant begins rising through the small squadron, in their own native tongue. You don't know the specifics, but you can pick out a few snippets about winning no matter what. Never the less, the courageous few mounting an attack against the one lone warrior is quite the sight to see, and you even find yourself rooting for the goblins! The Alpha goes down to one knee, maintaining his sword/shield combo, and snarls as he points his sword towards the left and speaks out in a guttural tongue. A small regiment of about five goblins immediately break off and face the Crusader's right as he continues to advance, not even paying them any mind as his helmet would only be focused on the Alpha. That is, until the Alpha rapidly swings his hand downwards in an attack order.

The five goblins roar and swing their weapons wildly as they charge, before the Crusader immediately responds and faces them, bringing his blade up and gripping it with two hands as he blocks a goblin's strike. Another goblin with a spear charges him from his left, before the Crusader, while locking blades against the first goblin, angles his body, then grabs the wrists of the goblin with the spear. He raises the goblin by his hands, and throws him like a piece of paper towards two more who would be charging him, knocking all three of them to the floor. Looking back to the goblin he'd still be locking blades with, he brings his fist back and rears in an uppercut, and unfortunately for the little green bastard, it connects. A loud crunch rings out through the clearing as the goblin goes sailing through the air, blood and teeth accompanying his descent as he would most surely be dead, if his jaw being situated in his skull would be any indication.

Turning towards the last goblin now, the Crusader advances upon him, though when the goblin grins as he stares behind the Crusader, it forces him to look back. The Alpha had commanded another regiment to completely surround the Crusader by attacking him from behind, and a goblin with a two-handed cleaver mounts an attack, dropping his blade down against the Crusader! Clearly not enough time for even him to turn around and stop the attack, it looks like it might actually hit him. That is, until the Crusader immediately turns, his white-and-blood-stained-cape flapping along his back, until the cleaver hits against the shield strung along his back. It causes the goblin's cleaver to ricochet off of the Crusader's shield, and in a flash of white too fast for the eye to track, the goblin's head is sent flying through the air, decapitated.

The fighting ensues with five goblins staying behind the Alpha's back, and they watch the skirmish go down. The Crusader grabs the face of a goblin who charged him and adeptly turns him around using the goblin like a body shield, who is then stabbed through the gut by his ally. Crying out in apology, the goblin attempts to withdraw his spear from his comrade's stomach, but to no avail. SNAP! The spear breaks off inside the goblin's stomach as he's flung towards a few other goblins, knocking them down much like before. Only four stand in a circle around him while the other three try to untangle themselves, and the Crusader suddenly mounts an attack first for once. At least, that's what you think happened. He's suddenly standing with two hands on his sword, blade stabbing through the chest of a goblin that was to his left. Clearing through the goblin's side, he parries another one's stab, and clenches his fist, before pummeling the poor bastard to the ground. Turning around, he blocks another strike from a goblin's club, wrenches the club from the goblin's hands to send it flying away, before the goblin is stabbed through his stomach. Raising his boot, the Crusader stomps on the head and crushes the one who he punched to the ground, and slides the goblin along his sword's corpse off.

At this point, the remaining goblins assaulting the Crusader turn tail and run, ceaseless of the Alpha's growls and roars. The five still behind him remain however, and it seems the Crusader had bested the two regiments. Not one to give up apparently, the Alpha growls and barks orders, before he rises to his feet and begins advancing forwards, his squad right on his heels. The Crusader faces them, completely covered in blood by this point, and aims his sword in a stabbing position with his hilt near his shoulder, both hands on the guard. He sets into a stance that reminds you of a lion ready to leap at his prey. Never the less, the Alpha continues advancing, before he charges and lets his shield cover his body and head. The Alpha then lets out a whoosh of his air as the Crusader's sword is suddenly embedded within the upper-right side of his shield. You didn't even see the Crusader move! Staring down at his mighty sword being embedded within his enemy's shield, he firmly grasps the hilt with one hand and delivers a kick that could shatter bones against the Alpha. Before you even know it, the Alpha is sailing through the air, through it seems his shield has sustained the worst of the damage, if the wooden splinters landing against the ground is any indication.

Landing against the ground with a grunt, the Alpha tosses his broken shield aside and stands up, shortsword still in-hand as he views the Crusader in the firelight. He stands in that guardian-esque stance with his sword pointed towards the ground and away from him slightly, every single goblin that had stood against him completely cut down while the Alpha recovered from the kick. His cape billows and flaps silently behind him in the wind, giving way to the most intense staredown you've ever seen. Slowly, the Alpha drops his sword, and roars in pure frustration. Never the less, he doesn't look to be surrendering. In fact, it looks as if he'd prepare to take the Crusader on with his bare hands! Seeing this, surprisingly, the Crusader slowly raises his sword and slides it into his sheath, taking on a more relaxed stance with his hands by his sides.

Charging forwards, the Alpha roars as he looks like he'd deliver a haymaker, stopping briefly in his tracks to wind his fist back as the Crusader prepares to angle his body to the side to dodge it, before the Alpha immediately leaps forwards and extends his arms in either direction, grappling the Crusader as he sets him in an iron-grip. The Alpha continuously works his legs and roars in fury as he sets the Crusader moving backwards with his mighty pushing, and rears his fist back to deliver several brutal punches against the Crusader's stomach. Seemingly unphased by the goblin's attacks, the Crusader sets his feet against the ground, stopping his backpedaling immediately, and brings his knee up to knee the Alpha in his midriff. The Alpha's hands continue to stay locked around the Crusader's sides, keeping his hands pinned, and another brutal hit from the Crusader's armored knee crushes against the Alpha. He lets out a heavy breath, but continues to hold on. Surprisingly, it seems that this was the plan as another goblin, one who looked to be nearly dead, stands up shakily, a shortsword in-hand. Stumbling forwards, he raises it above his head and lets out a weak "Mrreehhh!" as he stabs forwards, but no dice.

Like an agitated horse, the Crusader's foot rises up and kicks the goblin's chest, breaking his ribs and likely killing him as he's sent flying backwards. He finally manages to wrench a hand free from the Alpha's grip, and immediately delivers a bone-crushing elbow straight into the Alpha's spine. This is enough to make the Alpha cry out in pain, before he's then buffeted by a fist. Sending even the massive Alpha-goblin to the ground, he sports a broken nose as he stares up at his attacker. Two words look to be uttered from the Alpha's mouth, and due to the distance, you can't make them out. Right after however, the Crusader leans down and grips the Alpha's neck. Slowly raising him off of his feet, the Alpha is suspended in the air by the Crusader's hand. Raising his other, he grips the Alpha's forehead, and with a loud CRUNCH, snaps his neck. The Crusader lets the Alpha's body drop to the floor, and he looked to heavily inhale, then exhale. Slowly roving his gaze around the encampment, he raises his hand and right afterwards, that familiar blue light is shone over the deserted fortress. The light briefly turns red on a few survivors who gasp and lock up as the Crusader would be practically on top of them, before his silver sword is embedded in their skulls. He evidently leaves no survivors, and like how you first saw him, he is completely covered in blood once more, gore and bits of the insides' of goblins dripping from him.

Wanting to be a survivor, you turn tail and run. A large, grassy field surrounds the mountain you just came off of, and you're relieved to be off of that accursed rock. Your journey begins now. At least, in the morning, when you can hopefully forget about this awful day. That isn't very likely, however.

It's a full half-hour until you've stopped running. You pant and heave, setting your hands on your knees as your tail weakly swishes from side to side. You take one look back at the mountain, and sigh heavily. You don't see a blue or red light at all, and you hope that you've finally lost that beast. Walking forwards now while you control your breathing, you set a sharp eye on your surroundings, before you nearly trip over yourself and notice that the ground gives way in front of you. You're on the edge of a cliff that overlooks a rather large valley, with an incredibly large lake in the far distance that leads to the ocean. Though specifics can't be made in this lighting, looking towards the center of the valley is a large, glowing light. It's a village!

Looking to your left, there's a path aways a bit, that leads down to the village. Examining your surroundings now however, you're in the middle of a sparse forest with quite a bit of cover, if you were to ascend a tree. Your eyes nearly shut of their own accord, and your muscles start burning almost unbearably. You realize just how exhausted you are. Getting to the village would be nigh-on impossible, and resting in the grass seems like a very alluring idea right now. You can hardly even stay awake to think.

If you sleep now, you will not be posted for until your character wakes up, or a special circumstance occurs.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Exhausted. Falling asleep. Shell-shocked.
Nutriments: Exhausted.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance. A waterskin filled with good water.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 4
Charisma - 6
Perception - 6
Luck - 1
Corruption – 0

Jeanne:

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Crystella smirks even through her lust-induced haze, fondling her cock as her other free hand trails down to its' base, letting her finger taste in her abundant flowing fem-cum. Her cock twitches as she slides her finger between the taut lips of her cunt, biting her lip and practically drawing blood as she does so. As you slowly step forwards, shedding your boots and even your jacket, you stand in the edge of the water, a brief moment of lucidity coming over you. Were you really stripping down right then, and are you actually considering joining this woman in the water, openly jerking herself off in front of you, which will only end in your de-floweration? (Roll: 6)

Yes, yes you are. You reach down to your belt and unclasp your belt, throwing your two swords to the side and in the ground just out of the water's reach as you lower your hands and unbutton your pants. You slide your smooth, slightly pale legs out of them, and stand nearly naked in front of the woman as you throw them over your shoulder. All that's left is your underwear, then...You only need to stride forwards. Or should you just go with her with your underwear on? She might like taking it off for you...These decisions flash through your mind, and you're giggling through your hazy mind as you consider your options. (Roll: 3) Resistance is all but lost as you weigh your options now, the lusty dick-girl slowly approaching you as she jerks herself off, gasping as she jerks herself off and rubs her cunt nice and hard. That is, until she briefly rubs a finger against her cunt, before squeezing it inside. Even from here, you can hear the wet shlick as she penetrates herself, jilling herself off before with a heave of her chest and a bit-lipped moan of pleasure, her cock jerks wildly and erupts, spraying her thick white deluge near your feet in the water. You almost want that all over your face or even in your pussy...

Never the less, Crystella groans and gently grips her swollen member, and begins stroking it again. It seems she has the stamina of a god, because her cock shows no signs of softening in the slightest! Fresh liquid is dipping down Crystella's thighs, liquid that you know for certain isn't water. "H-..Hhnnnggg~...What's takin- Ooo...Ssooo looong...?" Crystella moans, her voice ringing through your head and causing another heavy mist to fog over your mind. Now, how to have fun with her! Your underwear is still in the way, though if you give yourself over to her, she'll probably take care of that.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Feeling rather airy and giddy, you just want to have fun!
Nutriments: Slightly thirsty.
Affects: Half-demon. (+10 corruption.)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Slayshade, Death's Melody, Reaper's Cloak, Shadowstep.
Equipment: Black leather gear in good condition, everything upkept to a very respectable degree. A belt, utterly broken, unable to hold anything whatsoever as it would be completely frayed, and ruined in some areas. A longsword of master quality, and along the guard is a blue gem infused with magical energy. The sword is enchanted, causing it to swing faster with the aid of magic from the user. (Note, it is not lighter, it propels itself based on your attack. It will automatically sap your mana as you use it, though it's a very slight drain, practically unnoticable.) A shortsword also of master's quality, but lacking an enchantment of sorts. A wand of perfect quality, oakwood infused with Vampire's Bane along with a pinch of Ghost Spices to give it a seamless casting ability.
Core:
Strength - 2
Dexterity - 8
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 7
Charisma - 2
Perception - 5
Luck - 2
Corruption - 20

[FragranceofMtDew]

Although Ezra was somewhat dismayed that they had made it out of vampire territory so easily, it would be nice to finally rest for the night. She hadn't even done that much fighting today but carrying Red around had left her pretty tired still. Ezra sat down to rest as the others set up camp for the night, sighing at the thought of Red. If he was just going to die after all that she never should have gone to the trouble of saving him. And now she had to pay back the huntress unless she could weasel her way out of it.

Speaking of, Ezra hadn't been resting long before the huntress appeared behind her and began dragging her into the woods to repay her debt. Ezra was caught slightly off guard by this and wasn't able to resist but she had a bad feeling about this. "Huh? You hardly did anything besides pick off the one I already had beat." She grumbled as she was dragged along.

[MyLittleCossack]

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As the red light is shone on you, as the Crusader would be closer to you, strangely...In addition to the shortness of breath, your ears begin to fill with the sound of white noise. Your vision begins to darken around the edges, and everything is starting to go a bit slower. That is, until the light is instead shone on the Alpha, who roars in an attempt to rally his troops. Waving his free hand in a "Come here!" motion, it actually succeeds. A good number of the goblins, perhaps fifteen, stop running and gradually form a line behind him. This alone is nearly enough to make you stop running. Formations? Actual battle tactics? It's almost as if they weren't goblins at all! Briefly looking back towards a goblin, the Alpha is handed a large wooden shield that looks scaled to size with the burly leader. Aiming his shield and placing his shortsword along the top of it as he crouches down, he's clearly been in a number of battles and won them through actual thought.

As the Alpha's squadron slowly advance, rather tactically, you make your way to the gates, the goblins too scared to stop you. You linger by the gates however, wanting to see the results of this sure-to-be epic battle. You're behind the gates and peeking outwards, so that no matter which side won, you'd be able to escape quickly after the aftermath. Pressing yourself against the wood, you frown as the two opposing forces slowly meet.

As the Alpha's squadron nears, about twenty or so feet from the Crusader, he reaches down and unsheathes his sword, the silver blade coated in a red deluge. You might have failed to notice this before, but there's something...Strange about his blade. It looks like it weighs a good amount, and at the start of the Crusader's swings, it's normal enough, yet somehow...It moves faster, like it's being propelled. Never the less, the Crusader, rather than wait for the force to surround him, begins slowly striding forwards, his blade turned towards the ground and out to the side as he silently stalks forwards.

A few of the goblins visibly shudder and whimper, though one growl from the Alpha sets their spirits high again. A low chant begins rising through the small squadron, in their own native tongue. You don't know the specifics, but you can pick out a few snippets about winning no matter what. Never the less, the courageous few mounting an attack against the one lone warrior is quite the sight to see, and you even find yourself rooting for the goblins! The Alpha goes down to one knee, maintaining his sword/shield combo, and snarls as he points his sword towards the left and speaks out in a guttural tongue. A small regiment of about five goblins immediately break off and face the Crusader's right as he continues to advance, not even paying them any mind as his helmet would only be focused on the Alpha. That is, until the Alpha rapidly swings his hand downwards in an attack order.

The five goblins roar and swing their weapons wildly as they charge, before the Crusader immediately responds and faces them, bringing his blade up and gripping it with two hands as he blocks a goblin's strike. Another goblin with a spear charges him from his left, before the Crusader, while locking blades against the first goblin, angles his body, then grabs the wrists of the goblin with the spear. He raises the goblin by his hands, and throws him like a piece of paper towards two more who would be charging him, knocking all three of them to the floor. Looking back to the goblin he'd still be locking blades with, he brings his fist back and rears in an uppercut, and unfortunately for the little green bastard, it connects. A loud crunch rings out through the clearing as the goblin goes sailing through the air, blood and teeth accompanying his descent as he would most surely be dead, if his jaw being situated in his skull would be any indication.

Turning towards the last goblin now, the Crusader advances upon him, though when the goblin grins as he stares behind the Crusader, it forces him to look back. The Alpha had commanded another regiment to completely surround the Crusader by attacking him from behind, and a goblin with a two-handed cleaver mounts an attack, dropping his blade down against the Crusader! Clearly not enough time for even him to turn around and stop the attack, it looks like it might actually hit him. That is, until the Crusader immediately turns, his white-and-blood-stained-cape flapping along his back, until the cleaver hits against the shield strung along his back. It causes the goblin's cleaver to ricochet off of the Crusader's shield, and in a flash of white too fast for the eye to track, the goblin's head is sent flying through the air, decapitated.

The fighting ensues with five goblins staying behind the Alpha's back, and they watch the skirmish go down. The Crusader grabs the face of a goblin who charged him and adeptly turns him around using the goblin like a body shield, who is then stabbed through the gut by his ally. Crying out in apology, the goblin attempts to withdraw his spear from his comrade's stomach, but to no avail. SNAP! The spear breaks off inside the goblin's stomach as he's flung towards a few other goblins, knocking them down much like before. Only four stand in a circle around him while the other three try to untangle themselves, and the Crusader suddenly mounts an attack first for once. At least, that's what you think happened. He's suddenly standing with two hands on his sword, blade stabbing through the chest of a goblin that was to his left. Clearing through the goblin's side, he parries another one's stab, and clenches his fist, before pummeling the poor bastard to the ground. Turning around, he blocks another strike from a goblin's club, wrenches the club from the goblin's hands to send it flying away, before the goblin is stabbed through his stomach. Raising his boot, the Crusader stomps on the head and crushes the one who he punched to the ground, and slides the goblin along his sword's corpse off.

At this point, the remaining goblins assaulting the Crusader turn tail and run, ceaseless of the Alpha's growls and roars. The five still behind him remain however, and it seems the Crusader had bested the two regiments. Not one to give up apparently, the Alpha growls and barks orders, before he rises to his feet and begins advancing forwards, his squad right on his heels. The Crusader faces them, completely covered in blood by this point, and aims his sword in a stabbing position with his hilt near his shoulder, both hands on the guard. He sets into a stance that reminds you of a lion ready to leap at his prey. Never the less, the Alpha continues advancing, before he charges and lets his shield cover his body and head. The Alpha then lets out a whoosh of his air as the Crusader's sword is suddenly embedded within the upper-right side of his shield. You didn't even see the Crusader move! Staring down at his mighty sword being embedded within his enemy's shield, he firmly grasps the hilt with one hand and delivers a kick that could shatter bones against the Alpha. Before you even know it, the Alpha is sailing through the air, through it seems his shield has sustained the worst of the damage, if the wooden splinters landing against the ground is any indication.

Landing against the ground with a grunt, the Alpha tosses his broken shield aside and stands up, shortsword still in-hand as he views the Crusader in the firelight. He stands in that guardian-esque stance with his sword pointed towards the ground and away from him slightly, every single goblin that had stood against him completely cut down while the Alpha recovered from the kick. His cape billows and flaps silently behind him in the wind, giving way to the most intense staredown you've ever seen. Slowly, the Alpha drops his sword, and roars in pure frustration. Never the less, he doesn't look to be surrendering. In fact, it looks as if he'd prepare to take the Crusader on with his bare hands! Seeing this, surprisingly, the Crusader slowly raises his sword and slides it into his sheath, taking on a more relaxed stance with his hands by his sides.

Charging forwards, the Alpha roars as he looks like he'd deliver a haymaker, stopping briefly in his tracks to wind his fist back as the Crusader prepares to angle his body to the side to dodge it, before the Alpha immediately leaps forwards and extends his arms in either direction, grappling the Crusader as he sets him in an iron-grip. The Alpha continuously works his legs and roars in fury as he sets the Crusader moving backwards with his mighty pushing, and rears his fist back to deliver several brutal punches against the Crusader's stomach. Seemingly unphased by the goblin's attacks, the Crusader sets his feet against the ground, stopping his backpedaling immediately, and brings his knee up to knee the Alpha in his midriff. The Alpha's hands continue to stay locked around the Crusader's sides, keeping his hands pinned, and another brutal hit from the Crusader's armored knee crushes against the Alpha. He lets out a heavy breath, but continues to hold on. Surprisingly, it seems that this was the plan as another goblin, one who looked to be nearly dead, stands up shakily, a shortsword in-hand. Stumbling forwards, he raises it above his head and lets out a weak "Mrreehhh!" as he stabs forwards, but no dice.

Like an agitated horse, the Crusader's foot rises up and kicks the goblin's chest, breaking his ribs and likely killing him as he's sent flying backwards. He finally manages to wrench a hand free from the Alpha's grip, and immediately delivers a bone-crushing elbow straight into the Alpha's spine. This is enough to make the Alpha cry out in pain, before he's then buffeted by a fist. Sending even the massive Alpha-goblin to the ground, he sports a broken nose as he stares up at his attacker. Two words look to be uttered from the Alpha's mouth, and due to the distance, you can't make them out. Right after however, the Crusader leans down and grips the Alpha's neck. Slowly raising him off of his feet, the Alpha is suspended in the air by the Crusader's hand. Raising his other, he grips the Alpha's forehead, and with a loud CRUNCH, snaps his neck. The Crusader lets the Alpha's body drop to the floor, and he looked to heavily inhale, then exhale. Slowly roving his gaze around the encampment, he raises his hand and right afterwards, that familiar blue light is shone over the deserted fortress. The light briefly turns red on a few survivors who gasp and lock up as the Crusader would be practically on top of them, before his silver sword is embedded in their skulls. He evidently leaves no survivors, and like how you first saw him, he is completely covered in blood once more, gore and bits of the insides' of goblins dripping from him.

Wanting to be a survivor, you turn tail and run. A large, grassy field surrounds the mountain you just came off of, and you're relieved to be off of that accursed rock. Your journey begins now. At least, in the morning, when you can hopefully forget about this awful day. That isn't very likely, however.

It's a full half-hour until you've stopped running. You pant and heave, setting your hands on your knees as your tail weakly swishes from side to side. You take one look back at the mountain, and sigh heavily. You don't see a blue or red light at all, and you hope that you've finally lost that beast. Walking forwards now while you control your breathing, you set a sharp eye on your surroundings, before you nearly trip over yourself and notice that the ground gives way in front of you. You're on the edge of a cliff that overlooks a rather large valley, with an incredibly large lake in the far distance that leads to the ocean. Though specifics can't be made in this lighting, looking towards the center of the valley is a large, glowing light. It's a village!

Looking to your left, there's a path aways a bit, that leads down to the village. Examining your surroundings now however, you're in the middle of a sparse forest with quite a bit of cover, if you were to ascend a tree. Your eyes nearly shut of their own accord, and your muscles start burning almost unbearably. You realize just how exhausted you are. Getting to the village would be nigh-on impossible, and resting in the grass seems like a very alluring idea right now. You can hardly even stay awake to think.

The landscape was a pale red, almost sickly in appearance. A ringing in her ears combines with an unexplained greying of her vision, Yvria knew what this was. Magic, and not the good kind. This is one that brought about destruction and death, whatever this Crusader was, it was magically mastered. It had the ability to incapacitate entire regiments and the speed of a thief, the strength of a giant and the empathy of a murderer. Yvria's life would flash before her eyes as she fled along with the goblins towards the encampment gate, its crude mechanisms not in use and likely never to be again in the future. The wooden lattice-work passed overhead as the humanoid almost dived through the door, paranoid of it closing prematurely before she made it out. Along the route of her horrified escape, Yvria would see a few of the goblins turn about. Maybe they intended to grab her and take her with them? Little perverts? No... they just ran past her, past all their fleeing comrades. Once in relative safety, her withdrawal route secure, Yvria would flatten her body against the crude gatehouse walls. Looking back at the ensuing fight with a certain amount of awe. Bloodthristy as the blighters were, these goblins clearly had would for them what must've been a philosopher king for their ilk. The tactics the Alpha used were on par with some city guard militias, possibly even a few mercenary companies.

The goblins formed a pike wall around their leader, his shield being slightly in the rear to prevent any of the wavering from resuming their flight. By the gods, the goblins looked almost to be in a phalanx-formation. Surely this would've been something to write about were Yvria a scholar! The fight however, would not be... the blade of the Crusader was clearly enchanted or... possessed... its movements by no means natural for its weight. Single swings and strong iron-fisted punches reduce the force of unified attackers to a mass of bloody corpses before the Alpha had clearly had enough of it. Frustration, maybe honor, propelled him to scream in utter rage and throw his sword to the ground after his entourage had been decimated and his shield shattered. Yet when the Crusader obliged him to a battle of fisticuffs, Yvria would practically lean in under the gate with uncontrolled curiosity. What could possibly be going through this demented being's mind? Was it... even sensible? Seeking a challenged? What was this fucking thing after? All these questions unanswered as the fist fight degraded into a grappling contest, it almost drawn to a close by a straggling goblin who'd summoned his last bits of courage and life to try and stick his shortsword into the demon's gut... only to be denied by a foot to the torso. The Alpha's hopes dashed as knee after knee broke and tore his insides, a final blow to the nose almost knocking it clear off before he was forced to the ground... unable to fight perhaps for the first time in his life.

The end of the Alpha came shortly, being lifted by the neck only to have it broken with a single hand... her hopes that the goblins might put this brute down destroyed as it begins to search for survivors, extinguishing them one-by-one. There was nothing left to be curious about, nothing to gain from this place, so she turned tail once more. Running into the grasslands with abandon, glad to be free of the rocky terrain but paranoid of the Crusader being still on her trail. Time was blind to Yvria as she ran, foot falls growing heavier with sleep deprivation and the need to rest. When Yvria finally dared look back, the range was a landmark in the distance, no lights shone through the sparse woodland... safety was found... she could rest easy for once this night! Her entire body quakes with trembles of fatigue, almost making her fail to notice that the path immediately forward ends with a massive drop-off. With only the moon overhead to shed light on the terrain in the valley below, Yvria can only make out a few notable locations. A village... wait, people! A bed! But... so far... so tired... it could wait until tomorrow. She would need to warn them, trade with them, but for now, she simply sought to climb a tree. The thought of sleeping in the soft, oh so soft, grass and dirt did appeal to her exhaustion. But she knew better, sleeping on a branch would at least prevent someone or something from eating, raping, or stealing from her during the night without due warning. Yet the struggle to climb even a small tree was real, her muscles burnt with acid and drained adrenaline. She'd be lucky if she simply didn't fall out of the tree during the night... once she made it to a suitable perch, she would lay her head against the hard, crusty wood. Sleep would come practically immediately as she closed her eyes, her dreams to be tainted with the terrors the day had given her.

[A Vision of Sound]

Ezra:

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Frowning as you're pulled along, the Huntress' grip never lets go of your arm, and you're escorted quite a ways away from your camp. Knowing how she is though, she's probably memorized the route and knows exactly where she is, and where she's going. This thought is enough to put the brief worry of being lost in the woods at night at ease, and you quietly allow her to escort you along. That is, unless you'd prefer to walk yourself, she likely wouldn't mind. As you complain and accuse her of not doing anything, she stops and looks back at you, before erupting into a loud, snickering cackle. "Oh, I didn't do anything, did I? Now, THAT'S funny." With that the only explanation offered, the two of you continue to walk for some time, easily ten full minutes, before you come to an incredibly large wall of thorns and brambles. It's...Almost like a nest. Looking around, there seems to be absolutely no way in unless you'd want to get shredded to death, and the thorns are too thick to see what's inside.

However, you're then cut off by the Huntress wrapping her arm around your back and underneath the crook of your legs. She flashes you a shit-eating grin and then lets out a soft feminine grunt as she jumps through the air, briefly running up a tree, before landing on a branch. Letting out a relaxed sigh, she then walks off the branch and lands smoothly, yet lets you fall afters she's landed so that she could perform a lithe roll into a standing position, raising her arms as if she'd just scored a touchdown. Grumbling as you slowly stand up and dust yourself off, you take a look around the inside of the thorn-nest. It's quite roomy in here, and there's even a bit of furniture situated inside the small clearing. There's a roughly-constructed wooden table, a large wooden chair, a weapons rack that you'd expect you'd get your arm chewn off should you touch it, and a wooden bed with a multitude of animal furs making up the mattress and blankets.

Letting out an especially relaxed yawn, the Huntress bends down and unstraps a few leather footwrappings around her feet, letting a few sheathed daggers fall off in the process. In this position however, she's bent over and as you turn to see what she's doing, the first thing you see is her rather toned, especially fit ass, her tail swishing slightly. You immediately look away, (Or perhaps you don't?) and the Huntress stands up, sighing faintly as she sets her hands in front of her. "Noooowwww...Why don't you start by taking those gauntlets off. Can't have them getting in the way, after all."..."Get in the way"? Of what?

It's just then however that she lets her leather pants drop to the floor, all assortments of gear, buckles, weapons, and almost everything you can imagine for a one-man-army pooling around the Huntress. As she turns around however, your jaw nearly drops. Hanging between her legs is a thick, black, slightly pointed, roughly 13-inch cock, complete with a set of furry balls hanging just beneath it. She groans as her equipment is finally freed, a dollop of precum already gathered at her tip as her dick begins hardening. She idly stretches and sets her hands behind her as well, before all of the armor, hide, and undergarments along her chest fall free, exposing her roughly C-cup breasts, complete with black nipples just like her cock.

"Now...Get on your knees."

Status:
Health: 29/29 (27+2)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Hungry. Thirsty. Fatigued.
Affects: Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit.
Core:
Strength – 7
Dexterity - 7
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 2
Perception - 4
Luck - 1
Corruption - 5

[Zankio]

Vyn watches the huntress lead the other woman away with a raised eyebrow of curiosity. She almost decides to attempt to stalk after, but is quickly distracted by the campfire being set up. A chance to be warm and rest a bit proving to be much more inviting she looks around to see that they are having trouble getting the fire started. Reaching into her satchel she takes a hold of the strange black crystal, remembering its ability to help start a fire. She moves towards one of the people searching and offers her aid. "If we can't seem to find one, I can use something I have to start the fire. But it wont be a pleasant process and I'd prefer to only use it if we have to." She explains, also helping look around for something else that could be used instead.

[FragranceofMtDew]

It seemed like everything the huntress did pissed Ezra off now, from picking her up to jump into the nest, to the smug grin she flashed while doing it, to dropping her so she could make a landing pose. Ezra was hard pressed to think of anyone she hated more right now and that was saying something coming from a former slave. Ezra made sure to take in her surroundings as she stood before her eyes landed on the huntress who was bent over removing some of her clothing. She doesn't really swing that way so her gaze doesn't linger on the huntress' ass for too long.

When she's told to remove her gauntlets, Ezra is right about to tell the huntress to go to hell when she suddenly turns and reveals her massive dick. Despite herself, she can feel her face began to flush. As a young girl who had grown up a slave, this was hardly her first time seeing a penis but it was certainly her first time seeing one on another woman and especially seeing one that was so large. This situation was going to spiral out of control quickly if she let the huntress continue to catch her off guard like that, so Ezra quickly closed her open hanging mouth. "Oh, you don't think these would feel too good?" She said, trying to grin despite her blushing face and making a jerking motion with one hand before clenching her fist tightly.

All the while she scanned the room for an escape route. The huntress had completely disarmed herself and there was nowhere for her to ambush from this time so Ezra figured she could win. But there was no point in killing her if Ezra couldn't escape on her own and it was starting to look like having the huntress carry her our was the only way. Ezra let out a sigh of resignation as she began to remove her gauntlets. No matter how strong she was and how much glory she earned, it seemed men would only see her as a pair of big tits and couple of holes to fuck. Only now it was women with dicks too. "Alright, do whatever you want to me, just hurry it up already." Ezra told the huntress as she dropped to her knees as she was told.

[A Vision of Sound]

Vyn:

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The two women leave out of sight, probably off to go looking for food. Never the less, you return your attention to the fire, and remember the firestarter usage of the crystal. You also remember the Inquisitor's words, about how it will severely burn your hand if you choose to do so. It's not that cold out, though a fire will be necessary to ward off predators and the like. The two people putting the fire together nod graciously at your offer of help, and begin looking for some flint or the like. (Roll: 1!) No such luck. Unfortunately, another of the caravaneers are walking with a bucket of water to the other side of the camp where an individual was apparently wounded, but they somehow miraculously trip and spill the contents of the bucket over the firewood.

Realizing that it was obviously an accident, the people there sigh, yet help the flustered woman who'd wetted the firewood up. Well-beings are wished, and everyone goes on their way. It's going to be more difficult to start the fire, now. Never the less, you begin looking around on your own, trying to find something, anything, that can start a fire. (Roll: 5) Unfortunately, you don't have very good luck, either. You've searched hard and long, yet there just doesn't seem to be anything here, though there might be, if you had a light source. You're starting to feel very sleepy. Your eyes begin drifting shut of their own accord, causing you to nearly stumble a few times.

Status: 
Health: 24/24
Mind: Tired.
Nutriments: Thirsty. Peckish.
Affects: Elf race (Passive mana regeneration along with a slightly larger mana pool)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Nature's Nourishment, Zephyr's Whisper, Charm Animal.
Equipment: Light armor in perfect condition. A satchel in good shape, filled with: Blueberries.
Core: 
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 5
Constitution – 4
Intelligence – 5
Charisma – 3
Luck – 3
Corruption - 3

Ezra:

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The Huntress snickers as you make a jerking motion, shaking her head slowly. "No way, gal. Take'em off." Replied in a joking manner. As you remove your gauntlets and then get down on your knees, the Huntress erupts into a cackle of laughter, her mask still on her face. "Ohh, no...You don't want to tell me that, girlie. I tend to get a little...Excited... She grins, her white teeth shining through the torchlight. Apparently there were torch stands surrounding the inside of the bramble nest, for everything would be illuminated quite nicely. As you situate yourself in front of her, the Huntress' face gleams with a grin as she sees your heavily-flustered face. She reaches down and cups your cheek, idly stepping forwards to brush the tip of her dick up your forehead, before letting her balls rest near your mouth, the base of her cock travelling up your nose while standing proudly at attention atop your forehead.

"Mmmmh...I can already tell this is going to be good. Why don't you start by licking, and then I'll see just how deep you can take it." She cackles, her cock flexing atop your forehead and rising up briefly, before it presses against you again in its thick, delicious glory. She removes her palm from your face, and sets her hands behind her back. "Get to work~"

Status:
Health: 29/29 (27+2)
Mind: Slightly horny.
Nutriments: Hungry. Thirsty. Fatigued.
Affects: Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit.
Core:
Strength – 7
Dexterity - 7
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 2
Perception - 4
Luck - 1
Corruption - 5