The Crusade of Arae

[FragranceofMtDew]

"Uhh... I dunno. I guess we'll have to see what it's like when we get there." Ezra replied to Vyn's question as they walked through the forest, still keeping a sharp eye out for signs of the huntress. "Those two mentioned that a lot of people were being turned away at the gate. Might not be so much that the line is long as it is that those people don't have anywhere else to go. Either way I don't mind a little waiting but if we're stuck there too long then yeah I say we try to use whatever we can to get inside the city."

They reached the fork in the road as Ezra finished speaking and she stopped for a moment. "Look, I don't really do plans. I just go with my gut and do whatever it takes to make it work out. Like, when I hit a fork in the road I always go left." She gestured to the path in front of them. It was a bit silly but it was true and would illustrate her point. "Thinking just ain't my strong suit so I don't really bother with it most of the time. So if you've got some good ideas, that's probably better than just the first thing that pops into my head and I'm all ears."

[Reaver]

"And you're full- of shit!" Finishing her sentence after dodging the lizard's swing. There was no time to think or say anything else with the creature right on top of her. She quickly backpedaled while glaring at the lizard-thing's chest. She rose her crossbow up, concentrating on firing two successive bolts into it. Kiera clenched her other fist, almost thinking something into existence right in her hand before shutting the thought down. The throbbing in her skull, deterred her from trying anything else, knowing she couldn't afford any more crippling mental pain. "I just want to know when the sun is going to rise, so to speak." Kiera didn't have any qualms about doing this for any amount of time since she hadn't even pulled her aces out, but she had the feeling her mind would give out far before her body was defeated. She wondered if there was a way to cut to the chance, she knew she would eventually have to fight Vincent so why wait until she was weak.

[Zankio]

Vyn acknowledged her response with a small "hunh." And continues with the group, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to check on the others and to satisfy her anxious feeling of the huntress, or anything else showing up. Once they reach the fork Vyn nods at Ezra's statement with a small grin. "It's good to think on things when there's time for it, but other things are best left to instinct. We've got no reason to choose one over the other, so the only real question is to move forward or stay put. I think you made the smarter choice." As they travel down the left path she keeps herself ready as she tries to keep her sense of direction to the town based on the vantage point from earlier.

[A Vision of Sound]

Umbrage:

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You observe the two bounties with the highest pay-off, though the more logical side of your brain sings and asks if you're capable of pulling either one off. Regardless, you leave the post and look up towards the stage, the man preaching his gospel with a large crowd in front of him, bowing and muttering lowly in prayer. You suspect you wouldn't even be able to get close to him, much less talk over his gospel and get a few words out of him that weren't focused around God. Looks like you're out of luck for getting more information.

That is, until a voice calls out from behind you, a suave one that immediately reminds you of charismatic gamblers. You and Pete turn, and low and behold, there's a man garbed in light attire, wearing a leather sleeve-less vest, and a feathered trilby on his head. He carries a black goatee and rather grandiose mustache, and raises one hand to twirl it as he speaks to you. "So, it's the werewolf, and the Steel Warrior you're searchin' for, is it?" He speaks, his voice sultry and low. "I don't suggest the missy and her friend search for those, but ambition is something that shouldn't be denied...So, Missy. Tell me what it is you're searchin' for, and I'll see if I can give 'ye any...Information." He grins.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: A tad parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 5 copper.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in good condition. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. Some sweets. A bag of nutritional berries.
Core:
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 15
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 10
Charisma - 4
Perception - 3
Luck - 2
Corruption - 0

Vyn and Ezra:

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The group patiently waits for your choice, silently listening to you, though they almost comically all nod and murmur in agreement of your choice. It's almost as if you've got your own little cult following. Never the less, you all take off down the left path, keeping your eyes open and ears sharp. Besides the wagon and a few cattle occasionally mooing or bleating, everything is relatively quiet. That is, until you hear the sounds of heavy footfalls similar to men in heavy armor running, along with shouting, screaming, and then laughter. The noise comes from up ahead, and Rork leaps through the front of the caravan and plants his hands on both of your shoulders, muttering lowly, "Do you hear that? They sound like they're in trouble."

Vyn's status:

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Status: 
Health: 24/24
Mind: Hardly slept. (-2 Intelligence, Perception)
Nutriments: A bit famished.
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. A katana in good shape, with a few nicks and blemishes.
Core: 
Strength - 8
Dexterity - 9
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 7 (-2)
Charisma - 3
Perception - 5 (-2)
Luck - 3
Corruption - 3

Ezra's status:

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Status:
Health: 33/33 (31 + 2)
Mind: Hardly slept. (-2 Intelligence, Perception)
Nutriments: A tad parched.
Affects: Venombrawlers (+2 to health) Slightly bloated with cum.
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 (A bit eaten)
Core:
Strength – 11
Dexterity - 11
Constitution - 9
Intelligence - 2 (-2)
Charisma - 2
Perception - 5 (-2)
Luck - 2
Corruption - 5

Kiera:

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You dodge out of the way, focusing on the lizan's scaled, powerful chest. Leveling your crossbow, (Roll: 4 [Intelligence: 3 divided by 1/4 = 0] = 4) you fire but the shot just skims past his torso. You can almost swear he smirks as his wounds start leaking smoke, and it appears they're slowly closing up! You'll have to finish this fight quickly, that's for sure. Just as this thought finishes, the ash forming your next bolt solidifies, and you focus on putting it right through the fucker's head. (Roll: 7 [Intelligence: 3 divided by 1/4 = 0] = 7) Shink! The bolt just manages to make a few scales along his cheek fly off, but no dice. It's worthy to note however, that the second a bit of blood flew from the new wound on his cheek, the ash listlessly floating from his wounds immediately stopped.

Regardless, it's the lizan's turn to retaliate now, and you can only brace yourself. (Lizard-man attack roll: 9) Somewhat clumsily, the lizan charges forwards, snarling violently, and attempts to cleave at you with his sword. (Kiera defense roll: 10) Luckily, you manage to dodge out of the way again, though he lands the tip of his blade against your side, drawing a bit of blood as you grit your teeth. The lizan barrels past you, and he turns out, glaring. That is, until his eyes slowly rove down to your chest and your cunt, before a sultry grin spreads along his mouth. You also notice the lizan's loincloth being painfully tented, and he drops his sword. Ripping the loin-cloth from his body, you see his cock, standing proudly at attention and still growing from a genital slit on his groin. The dick is surprisingly human in relation, though his tip is blunted, almost like a horse's.

It seems he's got a different objective in mind, rather than killing you now, it seems. You're helpless to admit that the perverse sight causes your groin to flush slightly.

Status:
Health: 23/27 (25+2)
Mind: In moderate pain. (-2 Intelligence) Beginnings of arousal.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Venombrawler. (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: None.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Nothing.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 20
Constitution -5
Intelligence - 5 (-2)
Charisma - 1
Perception - 7
Luck - 1
Corruption - 6

Aataz:

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Your chest tightens, your heart fluttering madly. It's only a few seconds until it stops completely, and you gasp in a futile manner. Soon, your vision ebbs, and your world is darkness.

Status:
Health: DEAD.

[MyLittleCossack]

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As you take off and force their hand, they all start moving quickly. Unfortunately, it seems the raiders couldn't see you and didn't know you were there until you started acting up, and lo and behold, you hear the loud, rough shouts and thundering footsteps of the group running behind you! It's a chase!

Helen and Kyle have a little bit of trouble keeping up, but impressively, they manage to make pace with you as best they can, but it's not too long before they're heavily breathing. Looking back, you still can't see the bandits, though you'd rather it stayed that way. (Roll: 1!) Looking back towards the path however, CLUNK!

Opening your eyes slowly, your head swims and you stare up into a few faces. Sound slowly drifts into your ears, but it's distant, and echo-y. You groan, blinking away the blindness, before your heart sinks in your chest. You're looking up at the faces of the very bandits you sought to escape, and one of the men, a burly man with a bushy, black beard and a mohawk, laughs down at you, pinning your chest to the ground with his foot. So that's why you couldn't get up.

"Riiiiiight, right right. Look'e what we got 'ere, boys. Looks like'a cat who got tired of 'er mum. Iss't that right, Missy?" He sneers down at you.

Her pace was very good considering how she was cradling Rolan and being slowed by the less agile couple. Before long she's seemingly put a good distance between the marauders and herself, anoth-... sudden blackness overcomes her.

Her vision suddenly comes back, grey, blurring as her maw takes a hefty blow that forces her eyes to clench and a foot to be planted atop her leather breast piece. It takes several seconds of recovery until the reality of her situation impacts her fully. She was caught, somehow flanked and put fully on her rear. The searing, pulsing pain in her skull gave cause to squint at the figures about her, hissing out of reflex and squirming as best she could under the captor. Instinct beckoned taking the dagger from its sheath betwixt her thighs and sinking it into the bearded man's Achilles tendon, but his glowering friends only enforced the recognition that this was a /very/ bad idea. She would most certainly not get far before one either caught or stabbed her... maybe even both.

"Arrrgh! Let h-herrr frrree!" Her voice was hoarse with pain and desperation. The couple was no where to be found, nor was her ball of fuzz.

[Reaver]

The lack of a response worried Kiera for some reason. Maybe she just liked having someone to talk to in this weird mental landscape to keep her from thinking how truly twisted this whole thing was. She was fighting within her own mind to keep herself from being ravaged or killed in exchange for some mystical boon from a demon. He was going to do something to her eye to make her better but their opinions of better could differ. What if it corrupted her or changed her irrevocably? It would be just like Vincent to pull something like that after she won, a twisted parting gift of sorts. The price for analyzing the situation was precision as both of the bolts fail to put him down for good. Kiera scowled hard, unused to missing so much, especially with such a big and close target. Then the retaliation came. With practiced ease, Kiera leaped back to avoid the blade again, except her reflexes were slower than last time.

The pain blossomed in her side this time instead of her head, causing her to almost fall to the ground as she tried to shift her balance to avoid putting weight on that side. It wasn't too deep nor would it impede her aim or speed if she let it. She raised her crossbow again, this time imagining a bigger bolt to punch through it. However when the time came to pull the trigger, Kiera hesitated for a few moments, mesmerized by what the Lizard-man was doing. It's cock was huge and had a flared tip, not unlike a horses. Unbidden thoughts came to her mind as she imagined for a second how it would feel for it to spread and penetrate her pussy with the blunted tip. "You get near me and I'll geld you!" She shouted with a flustered face as she pulled the trigger, now aiming at it's groin region.

[KnightVanilla]

"Well from my understanding this crusader may be a tough person to kill. So I either want to know all I can about him or just his location." A person of such a bounty may be just as skilled to teach her a thing or two. Besides it would be much more better as an ally rather the an enemy.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Ezra was starting to grow restless from all this peaceful walking. She didn't mind travelling per se but a little action to spice things up was a necessity. So when they heard the commotion up ahead, she couldn't help but get a little excited. "You all should wait here just to be safe while we go check it out. We'll holler if we need you." Ezra told Rork before nodding to Vyn and rushing ahead. She didn't want to walk their whole caravan into a trap but she definitely wanted to check it out and see if they couldn't help out as long as the numbers were manageable.

[Zankio]

Vyn perked her head up at the sound, focusing her full attention on it she nearly jumps in her shoes as Rork touches her shoulder. She barely has time before Ezra rushes forward, though she can't blame her comrade, the chance to test herself again tempting Vyn strongly. She quickly barks a command to ROrk. "Follow a little ways behind us, we'll need you just close enough to run back to the caravan for aid if things turn bad." She then quickly darts after Ezra heading towards the sounds, but making sure to duck out of sight once they neared their destination, preferring to remain unseen until she had a good view of the situation.

[A Vision of Sound]

Kiera:

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You set your stance, a little flustered, and aim your crossbow at the lizan's...Dick. Looking at it for the briefest of moments, (Roll: 2) you find yourself distracted by that thick, pulsing rod. So much so that the lizard-man gains the advantage and darts forwards! He extends his arms, hissing while he attempts to grapple you. (Lizan grapple roll: 6) Fortunately, you're able to roll out of the way, bringing your crossbow up with a flourish and back at your original target. (Kiera attack roll: 4) Sending another bolt flying, it veers off just too far to the right to nick him. Almost growling in frustration, you ready yourself for another onslaught.

The lizan barks at your missed shot, then leaps forwards, attempting to tackle you to the ground! (Lizan tackle roll: 15) (Kiera agility roll: 1!) And despite your skills, you just can't move out of the way fast enough. Your crossbow breaks apart into ash as soon as it leaves your hand, and everything briefly flashes white as his overwhelming body plows into yours. You hit the back of your head against the ground, and damn, it feels real. You barely have time to open your eyes, dazed and a tad confused, before you feel something hard and a tad bit slimy pressing against your mouth. Focusing now, your heart skips a beat as the lizan's dick presses against your lips once more. He's trying to rape your mouth! (Kiera roll: 5) You're trying as hard as you can to move your head out of the way and keep your lips shut, but the scent pouring off of him and how big it is...

Status:
Health: 20/27 (25+2)
Mind: In faint pain. (-1 Intelligence) Hot and bothered. (-1 Intelligence)
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Venombrawler. (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: None.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Nothing.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 20
Constitution -5
Intelligence - 5 (-2)
Charisma - 1
Perception - 7
Luck - 1
Corruption - 6

Umbrage:

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The man twirls his mustache as he eyes you, before letting loose a rumbling chuckle, shaking his head slowly at your words. "Ho ho...No, Missy...This 'ere warrior?" He takes the bounty in his hand, and gestures towards the picture of the Crusader with it. "He ain't willin' to bargain. Nor is he willin' to speak to 'ya. There's a reason 'es up on this 'ere board, and it ain't 'cause he got a reputation to be friendly." He says, his tone grave as he looks down at you.

"But if you do want to be the one to take down the Steel Paladin, 'me thinks you'll need a bit more than what you've got on you to do it." He says with a twinkle in his eye. "But anyway! Y'said y'wanted to know more about'em. I'll tell 'ye." Gesturing to follow, he leads you over to the other side of the street, bounty still in hand, and sits down on a crate, surrounded by a collection of other crates and wooden barrels. "This man ain't what you'd come across in yer day-to-day life. No, not by a long shot. He ain't 'ere to make friends, he's only in this world for one thing: To kill." He says, twirling his mustache again. "He uses magic, enchantments, conjuration, and on top of that, there're rumors...That inside that suit'a armor of his? Is a demon." He says gravely.

"A'course, that's just speculation...After all, you'd think paladins wouldn't be able to be corrupted, aye? All'a this is why I don't suggest going after'em...I've never seen him m'self, but I doubt anyone has and lived to tell the tale...But of course, how else would someone have gotten th' picture, if everyone who's seen him died?" He raises his eyebrows in a "Yeah. Think about that one!" kind of manner, taking a cigar out of his vest's breast-pocket. Pete looks uneasily over at you, whispering lowly, "A-...Are you sure you want to go after HIM?"

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: A tad parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 5 copper.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in good condition. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. Some sweets. A bag of nutritional berries.
Core:
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 15
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 10
Charisma - 4
Perception - 3
Luck - 2
Corruption - 0

Yvria:

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The man lets loose a boisterous laugh as you demand to be let go, his lackeys watching you intently. He simply reaches down, and grabs your neck. Thick, calloused fingers close around your throat, and the rather adonis-like man lifts you almost effortlessly off your feet with one hand, suspending you in mid-air. Bringing his fist back, he delivers a gut-wrenching blow to your stomach, then follows up by twirling you around, before slamming your body into a tree, your nose almost certainly bleeding. Coherent thought comes back to you just as you hear the faint rustling of a belt buckle, along with the man's mouth nearly pressing against your ear as he whispers lowly. "You ever been bred by a stallion, Bitch?"

Status:
Health: 20/24
Mind: Dazed. Moderate pain. (-2 to Intelligence)
Nutriments: A tad peckish.
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. A pocket-full of blueberries.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 9
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 6 (-2)
Charisma - 9
Perception - 7
Luck - 4
Corruption – 0

Vyn and Ezra:

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Rork nods to Vyn, waiting a few steps, before following along with the two of you. The caravan takes up a defensive position, ready and alert. As you silently rush forwards, the cries for help gradually diminish, and the voice of a brute pipes up. "Riiiiiight, right right. Look'e what we got 'ere, boys. Looks like'a cat who got tired of 'er mum. Iss't that right, Missy?" He sneers down at-- The apparent woman pinned underneath his boot. However, the most apt description you could say about her is that she looks like a humanoid cat. That is, if a cat were human-sized, and walked on two legs. Though that's a bit of speculation on the fact that her chest is being pressed into the dirt by the bulky man's boot.

Looking around, there seems to be five men in total, including the one pinning the woman down. He looks around to his boys and laughs as the woman yells, "Let herrr frrree!" Seems like she's in a bit of trouble! The men in total look fairly well-armed, and the bulky man pinning her down is at least six and a half feet tall. Rork travels up behind you, watching the scene unfold with you as he whispers urgently. "Are we going to help her?!"

The man reaches down and grabs the woman by her throat, grinning viciously. He then delivers a gut-wrenching blow to her stomach, and whips her around to smash her body into a tree. With her back to him, he presses up against her, whispering lowly. Unfortunately, you can't hear from this distance.

Vyn's status:

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Status: 
Health: 24/24
Mind: Hardly slept. (-2 Intelligence, Perception)
Nutriments: A bit famished.
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. A katana in good shape, with a few nicks and blemishes.
Core: 
Strength - 8
Dexterity - 9
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 7 (-2)
Charisma - 3
Perception - 5 (-2)
Luck - 3
Corruption - 3

Ezra's status:

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Status:
Health: 33/33 (31 + 2)
Mind: Hardly slept. (-2 Intelligence, Perception)
Nutriments: A tad parched.
Affects: Venombrawlers (+2 to health) Slightly bloated with cum.
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 (A bit eaten)
Core:
Strength – 11
Dexterity - 11
Constitution - 9
Intelligence - 2 (-2)
Charisma - 2
Perception - 5 (-2)
Luck - 2
Corruption - 5

[Reaver]

She almost preferred being slashed with the sword again than to the current situation she was in. She could almost hear her father's voice scolding her as it rubbed its flared cock against her lips, smearing its juices against her face. For now she held her breath and kept her mouth shut, knowing how close she was to losing complete control of the situation. Now she would have to try to pull the aces out even if it killed her. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see to cock despite it's overwhelmingly "good" smell. Focusing hard she thought of her father's prized daggers. He had never allowed her to touch them, nor had she ever seen him use them but they had always looked sharp and royal. Now more than ever she wished they were in her hands, the double-edged daggers that she knew could cut this thing's cock off while the other disemboweled it's body. This would not be how she lost, succumbing to a creature of Vincent's inside of her own mind. Her anger and determination rising as she imagined them in her hands.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Ezra watches the scene unfold before her and ponders Rork's question. She normally wasn't the type to help out for no reason, but she also didn't think she could just sit and watch this happen. She slowly nodded before responding. "Aye, I think so. 5 on 3 aren't the worst odds I've had. The one is busy and the others don't know we're here so we could easily take down a couple before they know what hits em and clean up the rest." Ezra whispered back.

She paused for a bit to give them time to get ready before moving up again, slowly and silently this time. She approached the nearest bandit, hoping to catch him from behind and snap his neck before he or his friends could react.

[MyLittleCossack]

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The man lets loose a boisterous laugh as you demand to be let go, his lackeys watching you intently. He simply reaches down, and grabs your neck. Thick, calloused fingers close around your throat, and the rather adonis-like man lifts you almost effortlessly off your feet with one hand, suspending you in mid-air. Bringing his fist back, he delivers a gut-wrenching blow to your stomach, then follows up by twirling you around, before slamming your body into a tree, your nose almost certainly bleeding. Coherent thought comes back to you just as you hear the faint rustling of a belt buckle, along with the man's mouth nearly pressing against your ear as he whispers lowly. "You ever been bred by a stallion, Bitch?"

Her spirit and gut withdraws as a strong jab steals her breath along with the hand over her neck. Gravity free from her feet as before the fur on her cheek is compressed by the bloodied bark of a tree. Pain and aches searing through her further as she takes uneasy breaths, arms holding the tree desperately least her knees buckle from the Valmurian's agony. The brute's whisper earns a soft whimper, this was a fight she couldn't win or talk her way out of... the best thing she could do, she recognized, was to play along. "N-no... teach... t-teach herrr what it is like!" A tear welling at the corner of her eye as she does her best to sway her hips against the fellows lap. Forcing her tail to wrap around his waist despite the disgust the man's beard wrought upon her senses as it buried into her neck.

[Zankio]

From their position Vyn observes the scene before them, feeling uneasy about being outnumbered again she hopes the element of surprise will really make the difference. Nodding in response to Ezra she carefully draws her katana in preparation before they sneak up to them making sure to take a mental note of what kind of protection they had equipped. Keeping up with Ezra, Vyn chooses the next nearest bandit, aiming to thrust her blade through his upper torso.

[KnightVanilla]

It wasn't a matter of if she would kill this crusader it's when. Umbrage knew very well she needed to be prepared for this fight in gear and skill. Which she had neither at the moment. "I will, but that doesn't mean I'm going at him now. The werewolf will take priority. What I need is a team...and gear." Umbrage made sure to grab the rest of the wanted list posters to know where they could find the rest. "I'm sure we'll end up taking these all down. Right now though just point us in the direction of the closest person that's on this list of wanted posters." Umbrage said hating how little money they had at the moment.

[Majora]

Rukarra sighs as she shakes her head, walking over and getting her armor on as the guard lays defenseless. "Look, I'm no monster and I don't fight those who are wounded, it's dishonorable." She sighs as she gets fully dressed and takes a strip of her armor off from her pants to make a make-shift bandage around her cut as she walks over to the downed men, "You two should ask before fighting, need any help getting up?" She asks, hoping that these two weren't complete idiots and that they'd take the chance she gave to spare them, "I'm an Orc, okay? Just don't go swinging at me again or I'll cleave you." She scowls as if to drive home her point.

[Kaed]

Having cut up the deer and eaten his fill, Aataz spent a bit of time finding a place to clean off the blood. He would have liked to make jerky or something, but he was not equipped for that right now. Fortunately, kobolds were equipped to eat less often than the dirty mammals, so it would not be a problem. While he looked for a stream, he planned his next move. In the end, he decided that just continuing towards his eventual goal was the best option. He also had to avoid that stranger with the heart attack stare. What ever that guy was up to, Aataz wanted no part of it. Assuming he finally located a stream, he washed himself off and continued his journey, in the direction he was fairly certain was the right way.

It seemed like it had taken him a long time to cut up and eat that deer, though. Maybe some kind of unexpected feedback from his temporal spell yesterday. Weird.

[A Vision of Sound]

Kiera:

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The lizan mockingly laughs down at you, humping its crotch against your face in an effort to spread your lips. Just as it does however, you realize that your arms aren't pinned. Now's your chance! Imagining the thought of your father's daggers in your hands, you grit your teeth roughly, (Roll: 1!) but unfortunately, it just doesn't work. Your hands briefly glow, though as soon as you're just about to solidify your thoughts, the lizan grabs both sides of your head and barks down at you, before spreading your lips forcefully. With a smooth, gentle thrust, he spears your mouth and his blunted dick slides past your teeth, his glans sliding along your tongue. His tail raises off the ground, and presses against your snatch while he thrusts again, grunting faintly as his dick presses against the back of your throat, depositing a thick dollop of precum that slides down your throat. You can't help but swallow it down, inadvertently massaging his dick with your mouth.

(Roll: 4) Your mind just isn't in it to resist...Not very much, at least. His tail thumps against your snatch again, "spanking" it while causing it to clench and moisten. You're helpless to admit it-- But the lizan dominating you is turning you on, rather quickly. You aren't completely out of the fight, though...Your arms are still unbound, as the lizan is still holding your head to prevent you from biting down on his dick. Not like you'd want to, anyway.

Status:
Health: 20/27 (25+2)
Mind: Horny. (-3 Intelligence)
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Venombrawler. (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: None.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Nothing.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 20
Constitution -5
Intelligence - 5 (-3)
Charisma - 1
Perception - 7
Luck - 1
Corruption - 6

Vyn, Ezra and Yvria:

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The bald, hulking man pinning Yvria against the tree lets loose a rumbling laugh, letting his belt flop free. "Hear that, boys? She's a little whore!" He taunts, slapping her ass rather roughly.

Meanwhile, as Vyn and Ezra sneak up, (Vyn stealth roll: 15. Ezra stealth roll: 17) they remain perfectly silent, readying their weapons. Slowly, ever so slowly, they sneak up behind the two nearest bandits, who would be watching the scene in front of them. The two of them are just about ready to strike, before a blue flash and a somewhat high-pitched, if ferocious roar erupts from the trees. The blue ball of apparent fuzz lands against the bald man's shoulder, and sinks its' teeth in his neck, crimson blood jetting from his wound! He lets loose a bellowing roar of pain, attempting to reach up at the creature, before Vyn and Ezra take advantage of the commotion to attack!

Vyn's blade pierces through one of the bandit's chest, causing him to briefly clutch the blade, before he grows still and drops to the ground, Vyn whipping her katana through the air to shed the blood from it. Ezra however, simply grabs a man's neck with both of her hands, and twists mightily, causing a loud snap to ring out through the trees. (Vyn and Ezra roll: 2) Unfortunately, they're caught off-guard by the other two bandits, and Yvria is able to vault away from the bald one with the beard, who'd be clutching his bleeding shoulder with one hand, and holding a rather vicious-looking hand-axe in the other. The small, teddy-bear like creature jumps up, and lands on Yvria's shoulder, growling fiercely towards the man as it looks like it'd be ready to jump again. Sooner rather than later, the three of you are lined up, weapons at the ready, versus the other line of bandits. Ezra in the middle, Yvria to her right, and Vyn to her left. On the opposing side, is the brute bald one in the middle, still bleeding, and two of his lackeys on either side of him. It seems like you're in for one hell of a fight!

Vyn's status:

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Status: 
Health: 24/24
Mind: Hardly slept. (-2 Intelligence, Perception)
Nutriments: A bit famished.
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. A katana in good shape, with a few nicks and blemishes.
Core: 
Strength - 8
Dexterity - 9
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 7 (-2)
Charisma - 3
Perception - 5 (-2)
Luck - 3
Corruption - 3

Ezra's status:

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Status:
Health: 33/33 (31 + 2)
Mind: Hardly slept. (-2 Intelligence, Perception)
Nutriments: A tad parched.
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 (A bit eaten)
Core:
Strength – 11
Dexterity - 11
Constitution - 9
Intelligence - 2 (-2)
Charisma - 2
Perception - 5 (-2)
Luck - 2
Corruption - 5

Yvria's status:

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Status:
Health: 20/24
Mind: Faint pain.
Nutriments: A tad peckish.
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. A pocket-full of blueberries.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 9
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 6
Charisma - 9
Perception - 7
Luck - 4
Corruption – 0

Umbrage:

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As you look at the man expectantly, he cocks an eyebrow at you, disapproval on his features. "It's common courtesy among bounty 'unters to only take the bounty 'yer plannin' on going after currently, Missy. No sense in taking all of'em." He warns. However, he shakes his head slowly and sighs. "But if it's the closest one yer' lookin' for, I'd wager it'd be them." He then points towards the bounty with the bandits on them, five in number, led by a bulky, bald man with a beard. "Ragna's band. Nasty bit'o fellas, they are. Wanted for rape, murder, an' theft. Not necessarily in that order. Go back outside the city, 'long the main path, take the one heading to the forest, an' you'll sure as summer find a forked path. 'Ye go right, and there's their camp. Last I heard of'em, anyway. Might'a packed up by now."

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: A tad parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 5 copper.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in good condition. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. Some sweets. A bag of nutritional berries.
Core:
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 15
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 10
Charisma - 4
Perception - 3
Luck - 2
Corruption - 0

Rukarra:

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The man you'd cleaved before is off a ways, and is unconscious. Whether he's dead from brain trauma, or he's bled out, you know not, but he isn't responding. Never the less, it's a bit difficult to tear leather with your bear hands, so you cut a little bit away and wrap it around your arm. It's not exactly the most effective means of treatment by any means whatsoever, but it'll at least slow the bleeding down. The guard who'd be scrambling backwards stares up at you, not responding as you offer to help him up. He continues staring up at you as you speak, warning him even, his jaw opened as if his whole life had just been a lie. After a few full seconds of him staring up at you, his jaw works for a few seconds, before sound manages to come out. "You...You're not killing me?" Even though you'd expressively stated that you weren't going to.

Status:
Health: 18/29
Mind: In moderate pain. (-2 Intelligence, Charisma, Perception, Dexterity)
Nutriments: A tad peckish.
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, a small bit cut off near the ankle.
Core:
Strength – 10
Dexterity - 5 (-2)
Constitution - 8
Intelligence - 4 (-2)
Charisma - 3 (-2)
Perception - 6 (-2)
Luck - 6
Corruption - 3

[FragranceofMtDew]

A good fight never failed to get Ezra's blood pumping and this one was off to a promising start. The weird furball flying out of nowhere was pretty exciting and hers and Vyn's surprise attack with the neck snap and all was just downright badass! And now with the way things were lined up, they could each have a one on one with Ezra getting the leader to herself!

"Alright tough guy, it's you and me!" She called out to the bald man across from her. "Don't worry, I don't bite so you might have a better chance against me!" She taunts with a huge grin on her face. Rather than make the first move, Ezra wanted to get her opponent to come to her. If she attacked, she would leave herself open to his friends if they didn't feel like going for the one on one with her allies. When the man attacked, she should be able to deflect his axe with her gauntlet and strike while he's open.

[Reaver]

She had been so close to eviscerating this lizard-man and being closer to her prize but now she was sucking its and part of her enjoyed it. Kiera found herself slavering on its cock, bathing the tip with her tongue as her saliva slowly wet the rest of its cock that went in her mouth. Its scent was just so strong that she could have spent an entire day and night worshiping it and not grown weary of it. It made it hard to pull away from it mentally but that's what she did, staring the lizard defiantly in the eyes despite him utterly dominating her and simply toying with her wet pussy. She thought only for a second what it it's tail fucked her pussy while he used his cock to ram inside of her ass, then an even better thought appeared, simultaneously stabbing the creature in the heart and neck at the same time. She knew she probably wouldn't get another chance like this and her brain was already beginning to fog with lust but she rallied her senses into another effort. Kiera closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to be staring down a monster cock as she tried to imagine two simple, sharp kitchen knives to work with. A cleaver in her right hand to lodge in its damn neck and a regular knife to sink into it's chest and heart. No doubt Vincent was enjoying her being humbled and dominated for her earlier 'overconfidence' but she wasn't going down without a better fight.