Requiem For a Fallen Kingdom (IC)

[Littlemankitten]

Samara eyed the two plain looking caravans as they approached. They looked normal enough, she was fairly sure they could hide in plain sigh with them, but she couldn't help but wonder if bandits would even try to piss off one of the largest merchant companies around. Her clan wouldn't at least, they didn't have a deathwish. Perhaps it'd just attract other kinds of unwanted attention though, and bandits were the preferable option. Whatever the case, her biggest benefit would be blending in with the rest of the normal traders around. When Jefferies returns and apologizes for the wait, she shrugs and lets out a grunt. As he further elaborates on the benefits of this contract along with some extra details, she watches Alabasta eye her crew. He'd have a fun time getting to most of them, though Hadeel was a fairly easy catch. When he then hands her a scroll, she takes it and quickly stuffs it into one of her many pockets before shrugging again as he apologizes for doing this to her. "I should have known better. They asked me specifically after all." She states flatly, looking over at her ragtag group. Hadeel was checking out Albasta as much as he was checking her out. "Heya~ Can't wait to ride with ya! Always nice to have another man coming along for a trip~" She says in a flirty tone, giving him a wink. Nadheera rolls her eyes and waves him off dismissively. "Keep your hands to yourself and we'll have no problems." she replies with a mostly annoyed expression, probably moreso due to Hadeel encouraging him over anything else. Thistle gives him a curt nod and brings two fingers to her brow, giving him a small salute. "Yo." Is all she says. Grave meanwhile didn't say anything at all, instead staring at him with a unreadable expression. Able gave Alabasta a weary, mistrustful look but says nothing. Them all gathering around to look at the map was more of a courtesy gesture than anything, as Samara was really the only one making the decision of which route they were going to take. "Alright. We're going to head through the northbound road. It allows us to cut through multiple towns for us to rest and restock at. And while the chances of drawing attention our higher, we're essentially hiding in plain sight by using the main road. We should be able to easily dispatch of people expecting a shipment of grain. While its unlikely anyone is watching this road that head east, if they are I can almost guarantee they'll be better equipped, and if something should happen we'd be very far from any help. I think you guys will appreciate the extra rest too. Any objections?" There were none from her team, and unless Alabasta said something she'd nod and pack up. "Alright, lets go then."

[Mark3000]

Samara

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“Lead the way” Alabasta said as he retired to the first wagon.”If anyone would like to join me for a bit of stimulating conversation, feel free to come in.” He said leaving the wagon door open for anyone to enter. Once the wagon door was closed, the caravan was on the move towards the northern gate. The two Bickerton guards took their position around the rear wagon, leaving Samara’s team to take their own spots as usual.

The caravan made its way through the quiet streets of Esprit before reaching the northern guardhouse. Unlike the east and west guardhouses, the northern gate was in better shape. It wasn’t hard to guess why. With most of the richer inhabitants located in northern Esprit, more of the country’s gold is funneled to that gate. As you approached the gate, two guards approached the stopped caravan. Both were dressed in White Armor with red trimming, common among members of the Order of Vespera.

“Halt!” One guard said as he raised his hand. “Before you leave the city, we need to inspect your wagons. Per the King’s Orders.”

Samara had gone through these ‘gate inspections’ a few times and they were always a farce. Most times the inspections were poorly done, with the inspectors barely checking the cargo. More often the inspections were a chance for guards to shakedown travellers for coin or … other goods. One time, an inspector told Samara to strip down so they could search for any hidden goods. Though it ended poorly for the guard.

Theresa

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Charlotte giggled a bit at Theresa’s awkwardness after her drunken night. “It’s quite alright. Alcohol flows freely at these kinds of get-togethers. But that might not be the only thing running through your body” she said, sitting up. “Vaporblooms. It’s a popular drug that’s been making the rounds in the upper echelons of Esprit. Said to bring one to a euphoric high before letting them rest in a relaxing yet vulnerable state. Mixed with the alcohol, you would have been easy pickings for some of the men in the afterparty. Luckily a couple of your compatriots whisked you away like knights in shining armor. I believe their names were Gilly and Arisa? Hopefully they're okay” She said, still smiling.

“I followed suit just to make sure you were alright. Though I wasn’t expecting you to invite me in. Nor that we would partake in such carnal pleasures” Charlotte said. “Oh you needn’t worry about Reginald. Our marriage has always been nothing more than a shallow facade. I married him for his money, he married me for my father’s land. Nothing more nothing less. Besides, he doesn’t have a tool like this” she added as her hand gently reached to stroke Theresa’s exposed member. “I wouldn’t be opposed to making this a regular thing”. Then without hesitation, the debutant kneeled over and took Theresa’s cock into her mouth. The woman was voracious. Her plump lips squeezed the outside of the Mother Nymph’s member as the warmth of Charlotte’s mouth enveloped her. She managed to reach the base of Theresa’s pole in no time, making loud sucking noises the whole time. Pulling back up, Charlotte smiled before diving back down and bobbing her head over Theresa’s engorged meat. Her every sensitive spot being stimulated by the woman’s excellent tongue and lips.

Avacyn & Linda

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As Linda and Avacyn both mention the group’s haul, Lily beams with pride. ”Not bad huh? You’d be surprised at who comes by these parts. Blue bloods travel down to this neck of the city to score things they can’t get through normal channels. Rare drugs, secret weapons, slaves and most importantly, information. Man do they love to gossip” She said, waving her hand dismissively. “Though info dealing isn’t my thing. I prefer tangible goods. And we’d be better off if the boss let us sell these”

Nowi merely scowled at her fellow thief. “We can’t sell them, not here at least. We turn these over to the wrong buyer and we’re done. Some of our marks were well connected down here. I’m talking with someone outside of Esprit to buy the finer stuff” Nowi said, shuffling a bit.

When Linda brings up possible rival gangs, Lily shrugs. “Take your pick. You have a few groups about our size or smaller trying to get by. You have larger groups who are more or less lackeys for merchants and royals. If we’re talking about authorities, the guards from the Order are the worst. They’ll mess with you for no reason, and if we’re caught they take a cut of our haul. Though recently they’ve been on their best behavior. Though the biggest thorn in our side would be…”

Before she could finish, everyone heard a familiar knock on the shed door. Nowi went to look through a hole in the wall just below the cellar door. A panicked look crossed the cat girl’s face as she rushed up to the cellar door. As she opened it, a bruised, half naked girl about Nowi’s age stumbled through the entrance. She had the simpler outfit on with long brown hair. “Jen! What happened?”

Jen coughed before turning to Nowi. “Sorry Boss, we got caught by Amethyst and her crew around the butchers. Maggie stayed behind so I could get away”

At the mention of Amethyst’s name, Lily and Nowi’s eyes go wide. As Nowi hands Jen over to the other girls, she and Lily run out of the hideout before either Linda or Avacyn can stop them. But they can still follow behind.

Samira

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“Of course” Rebecca responded as she reached under the bed to hand Samira the pot. As she attempted to scoop the cum from her pussy, Rebecca and the mysterious man both watched. “Why don’t I give you a hand” Rebecca said as she got behind Samira and wrapped her arms around her waist. Rebecca nudged Samira’s fingers aside, inserting her own. The dancer’s long slender fingers reached deep in Samira’s swollen cunts. Though that wasn’t all her hands were doing, as the musician could feel another hand groping her chest. If Samira was trying to hide her moans, Rebecca was doing everything she could to pull them out of her.

Once Rebecca finished cleaning out Samira’s pussy, she gave her a kiss on the forehead. “There’s a small bath house downstairs we can use to clean up. You’re welcome to join us Captain Feyweather” Rebecca said in a playful tone. The older man merely smiled as he too began to dress. “I said you could call me Christopher when we’re alone,” He said. As Samira introduced herself, or re-introduced herself, Christopher merely let out a hearty laugh. “No need to explain, I’ve known a few blackout drunks in my time. I was originally here to ...visit Rebecca, but you came on pretty strong. And drunk or not, I’m not gonna pass up a fine looking woman like yourself” he said giving Samira a wry smirk.

Just as he was leaving, Rebecca called out to the towering man. “Don’t forget our little arrangement” She said with a wry smile. Christopher pauses and lets out a sigh. “As promised, I’ll see if I can get your little troupe to sit down with Lady Veranda” He said, tipping his hat to the two ladies before leaving. Once he was gone, Rebecca put a blanket over Samira’s naked body. “Something you’ll learn quickly is that in this city, you have to use every advantage you have to get what you want” She said, hugging the smaller girl closely. “Now let’s get cleaned up”

Rebecca guided Samira through the halls down to the bathhouse. While she had her blanket, Rebecca was completely naked. She drew her fair share of glances and catcalls, which Rebecca responded with seductive winks and suggestive expressions. It wasn’t long until you reached a small room with plenty of places to sit down and scrub oneself off. Near the back wall were two different bathing pools. The air was warm as you could see steam rising from the water. “They change the water regularly in the baths. And I got the owner to set up a fire to heat the water so enjoy.” Rebecca said as she slipped into the shallow pool. Now it was just the two of them in the room.

Imperia

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Charlie smiles as Imperia accepts her offer. “Perfect! I know I could count on you. Plus, you haven’t seen anything yet. Bella hasn’t even shown off her best tricks yet.” She said with a grin. Belladonna merely scowled at her partner. “These are forbidden magicks granted to me by the Abyss itself. They are not mere tricks. Perhaps I need to remind you of the Old one’s terrible power tonight?” the spellcrafter said with a monotone voice. For the first time in a while, Charlie quieted down. She blushed and took a more demure stance. “L-let’s keep looking for these beasties.” She said moving ahead.

While neither Imperia or Belladonna have any real aptitude for hunting or tracking, Charlie seems to be a seasoned pro. Kneeling near the earth she notices faint footprints in the ground. They were partially covered, but one could tell that they were still too big for any normal person. Following the trail, the three of you find another one of those metal faced orges. This one was just sitting in a small valley biting into a large viper it had slain. It hadn’t noticed any of you approach yet, giving your group the element of surprise.

Alicteria

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Vivianne whipped away her tears with a small handkerchief. “Thank you Sister Alicteria. You don’t know how much it soothes my heart to hear you say that” Vivianne said softly. “And you’re right it has been a long day for you” The princess said. Though she did make a puzzled expression when the nun mentioned how close she and Oliver had gotten. The butler for his part maintained a stern look upon his face.

“I’ll have Mary show you to your room. I know my adobe isn’t as elaborate as the other mansions close by, feel free to use the facilities as you see fit.” Vivianne said as she sent Oliver to fetch Mary from the kitchen. After a bit of hesitation, the butler left his liege alone with Alicteria as he went to find the other maid. It wasn’t long before he returned with both Mary and Elizabeth in tow. “Elizabeth? I thought I gave you the rest of the night off.” Vivianne said with a bit of confusion.

Both Elizabeth and Mary bowed before Elizabeth spoke up. “I merely wished to help my sis… Mary with some final chores” She said. With the two of them side by side, they both looked very similar. It wouldn’t take much to convince someone else that the two were twins. There were some notable differences. Elizabeth was just a few hairs taller than Mary, While Mary had a more curvaceous figure. Elizabeth also wore her hair down while Marys was in a ponytail. “If you would follow us to your room Sister Alicteria” Mary said as she guided the new resident of the mansion to one of the upstairs bedrooms. As they did, Oliver and Vivianne departed for the entrance. “My apologies but I must return to the Castle. But rest assured I will be back to visit you every chance I get. Until then, have a good night” With a courteous bow, the princess and her servant had left.

Mary and Elizabeth lead Alicteria to a southern facing room on the second floor. When they entered, Alicteria saw a bed hand carved from the finest wood. It had been painted a warm white colour and adorned with a pair of well-made mattresses and finely woven cushions. A night table, a wardrobe closet, a dresser with a mirror. There was even a small table with two chairs in a far corner. Out the window, Alicteria was able to see the castle to the south east. Then to the south west, Alicteria could see what could only be the cathedral.

“Is there anything else you need Sister Alicteria?” Elizabeth said as the two maids waited in the doorway.

[mrblah]

Vaporblooms? Spirits... to think they'd take an already intoxicating beverage and add more things to make it worse. The Mother Nymph's slight annoyance would've been scarcely able to read from her narrowing eyes, though at least she was then able to confirm that her escorts were present and working. Theresa sighed. "I'm sure they'd not been so foolish as to dull their minds on duty," she wrote off Charlotte's concern. The only one between the three of them in need of saving at that time could've only been her. Loathe as she was to admit it, their assertion that she needed "protection" at the party was not incorrect this time.

Theresa hated being wrong as much as she hated the spirits damned hangover piercing through her skull.

But enough of tending to the splitting pain; Charlotte was still talking. While continuing to do what she thought was the more respectable action in avoiding a glance at the naked woman, Theresa listened as Charlotte graciously explained how horribly idiotic she was just last night in short detail. Even despite her escorts work, to think she'd still pursue an unfamiliar woman—a married one at that, even if she claims the marriage was not one of love—and take her into her quarters before engaging in... activities... was nothing short of embarrassing for the Mother Nymph. She was meant to be more mature. Rational. Disciplined! There was absolutely no thought more than carnal desire placed into this act. Though the spirits observe and respect the natural obligation of humanity, it is still warned that too little thinking and too much feeling results in unproductive debauchery and failure. Enjoyment is to be had at appropriate times.

Again, Theresa wanted to hit herself. "Irregardless, I can only imagine my actions were slovenly and potentially offensive. Really, I must apologi—ZE..!" Theresa twitched, her hand reaching quick—to so simply land on her bed, her head swiveled to stare between the debutant and her hand. "R-regular thing..?" She was caught off guard. With her splitting headache and distracted mind, she'd hardly had the reaction time to register Charlotte's actions before the young aristocrat was downing her length with surprising skill. "Ah, w-wait, Mrs. Thorns..." By the Earth, the woman was good. Theresa's hands balled blankets into fists, her expression quickly melting into one of pleasure at the tongue work and dexterity shown to her. She could scarcely feel an inch of her shaft untouched by Charlotte in time, the woman's ministrations forcing her to only respond with soft gasps as she struggled to catch up to the situation.

"Fuck, I..!" Couldn't finish her sentence in time. While they'd apparently had such a wild night before, Theresa didn't remember any of it. The pleasure she felt, the experience and the stimulus... it might as well have never happened in her mind. These new sensations so early in such a situation were all too stimulating to resist. "I-I don't think... I mean, we should... consider this carefully..?" Her body told a different story. Theresa's hand had moved to the short-haired woman's head, guiding her motions gently as she unconsciously thrust her hips forward. Even should she call for rationale, it was too clear that she was lusting for the naked aristocrat. Why wouldn't she? This was a very stimulating situation and Charlotte's rather beautiful.

We're still gonna blame the alcohol for this mess.

[Nobudi]

It was awkward enough for Samira to clean her pussy out in front of strangers, it was an awkwardly familiar feeling to know she had been cleaned out by another woman. While the feeling of another woman's fingers in her cunt was familiar, she couldn't remember any other occasion where they had cleaned her out with the dexterity that Rebecca showed. Except for maybe the one who had used her tongue. She got a little wet remembering that.

Saying their farewells to Captain Feyweather, they made their way down to where the other woman claimed the baths were. Once they had made their way down to the baths, Rebecca got comfortable in one of the shallow tubs. Samira knew better. Immediately, she took a small bucket of cooled water and dumped it over herself, scrubbing away. Using hot water made semen harden in a strange consistency, she didn't personally enjoy the feeling. Though, she had to shiver from the cold water.

"Do you not care for nudity, Rebecca?" she asked curiously. Back home, on the island, it was natural to not wear clothing when it became too hot out- having your skin sweat was a natural response to heat, and clothing became dirty and sweaty faster if one kept wearing it under the harsh sun. But whenever traders arrived, they had to wear some level of clothing around the foreigners, claiming that mainlanders and their ilk wore clothing all the time, save for bathing and that being naked was not something one did often. But Rebecca didn't seem to care for it. If anything, she seemed to revel in the attention.

Looking around, she saw a small jug of oils, probably used for washing one's hair. She poured a little onto her hands and used them to lather her hair, before turning to the other occupant and asking, "Would you like me to wash your hair?"
Once she had settled, she decided to be economical and asked for Rebecca to make a little room for her, citing that bathing together would make the owners have less work and more time for themselves. Once they had settled into a comfortable silence, she asked, "Who's Lady Veranda?"

[Blue56]

The longer this conversation goes on, the more disgusted Avacyn finds herself feeling. For the nobles of Espirit to come to this area for their own benefit while seemingly ignoring the disrepair it had fallen into was one thing, but what kind of noble would engage in slave trading?! With their wealth, they should have no trouble hiring the people they need. From the looks of things, the common folk would jump at the chance. Things here in Espirit were worse than Avacyn could ever have believed, but what she truly could not accept was when Nowi mentions their treatment at the hands of the Order. The Order she had joined, led by the noble Commander Rivers, engaged in such corruption? Such a notion was preposterous, and Avacyn intended to tell them such, their ruse be damned! "The Order of the Blade is-" Avacyn began, her fists clenched in anger before she was, perhaps fortunately, cut off by the knock on the door.

Another poor soul enters, though she looks worse off than the rest of them. This Amethyst was obviously someone quite dangerous from the state of this young girl and the reactions the mere mention of her name elicits. The Maggie they mention is in peril, and Nowi and Lily are as well if they are going to attempt a rescue. In that moment, the situation became much simpler. Avacyn no longer had to worry about nobles or commoners, the moral implications of the orders she was given, or her frustrations with being forced to pretend she was a thief. Someone was in trouble, and it was her duty to help them. She did not have to hide her true nature any longer, at last Avacyn was free to do what she was meant to do and become a beacon of hope for the people of Espirit. Nowi and Lily were quick to leave, but Avacyn was not far behind them without even a word to Linda or the others. Once outside, she was quick to mount Gideon and hurry to catch up to the girls, she would need them to guide her to the butchers where their friend was held captive.

[MiscChaos]

Linda tries her best to hide her nerves as Lily so proudly confirms what she was worried about: they’ve been stealing from people with enough money to hire someone to make trouble for them. And the thing about the rich is if they don’t know who exactly needs punishment, they’ll just punish everyone and call it their right to do so. Gods above how she’d dearly love to get her hands on some of them for an extended session. The tortures she would have in store for them! At least Nowi is slightly smarter, but just extending reach outside of Esprit may not be enough. The rich enjoy trading around their children like livestock to breed new life into their bloodlines. It’s entirely possible someone who owns the pieces has some reach outside of the town. She’ll need to remind the girl to be thorough in sounding out her buyer.

She also isn’t terribly surprised when Nowi brings up the Order. It was very recently that the Blade was a cesspit of corruption and excess. There’s a reason she didn’t use the Order’s name when she started this investigation: Authority tends to shut down criminal conversation. Corrupt authority draws the ire of all under its thumb. She’s surprised that Captain Rivers’ effects are already showing since Nowi mentioned them being on their best behavior, but it’s also obvious she just thinks they’re gotten in trouble and are laying low. No, mentioning their part of the Order would just be trouble. When Avacyn draws up steam for a rant, she thinks she’s about to have to step in, but thankfully a distraction arrives.

A pretty, half naked distraction covered in just the cutest bruises. She’s halfway wondering if she can add some more when the girl’s words penetrate and she’s aware that one of the gang might be in trouble. From how Lily and Nowi react to the name “Amethyst”, she upgrades that to “surely in trouble”. From how they bolt out of the room, it’s further upped to “in deep trouble”. And well, Linda wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t step in in the defense of children. She moves at enough speed to keep the girls in sight, but not enough to make her winded by the time they arrive. She’s probably going to have to brutalize someone after all. She should probably save her strength for that.

[RandomRoninKitten]

When Charlie seems excited to have Imperia onboard, as she should, Imperia is quite confident in her capabilities as a meat shield, Imperia focuses on the tail end of her statement. As she suspected, there is more to her power than the tendrils. While Charlie seems somewhat worried, Imperia couldn’t help but feel interested in the idea. Perhaps she could acquire this power for herself, to supplement what she had learned in the arena. Now that she was no longer trapped in the fighting pit, it would be the best time to start learning skills such as these.

Having no real skills at tracking, beyond simply seeing footprints if Loyd points them out to her, Imperia remained behind Charlie as she showed off her aptitude for tracking, remaining quiet and keeping an eye out for danger. As their only close-range combatant, she would need to be the first to the target, to prevent it from throwing her backline into chaos, and forcing her to focus less on inflicting damage, her specialty, and more on protection and stalling.

The moment they lay their eyes upon the metal-headed creature, Imperia swings her scythe off of her lower back and twirls it around as she drops into a battle stance, getting preparing to inflict as much meaningful damage upon the creature as possible. Due to the creature’s larger size, she would need to ensure that it’s immobilized, so that she can use her agility to her advantage… something that she has always done, due to her small stature. “Get ready.” she whispers to her companions, before dashing full speed at the creature. Imperia was in no way skilled at moving quietly, meaning she would need to close the gap at such great speed that the creature would have no time to respond to her presence. While she preferred to shout attack names to throw off her opponents and force them to contemplate what she was attempting to do, she at least knew enough not to do that in this situation, so as to give her the best chance of approaching unnoticed.

With the creature failing to recognize her presence, Imperia swings wide, hefting her scythe to her right side as she travels in an arc at full speed, then dashes straight to her left, swinging her scythe down and slashing it directly through both of the creature’s achilles tendons with no mercy. Once the creature was immobilized, she swung around in front of it and shouted at the creature “Fear not, twisted thing, for you shall be returned to the ashes shortly. Your pain is temporary, as it is for all living things!” she said, as she began spinning her scythe in preparation for her next attack.

The towering orge fell to its knees as its tendons were severed with extreme enmity. Looking to the source of its newly acquired wounds. The metal mask was focused squarely on Imperia’s slim frame. Though the metal cage covered the ogre’s face, its pained cries were all Imperia needed to hear to know that it had harmed the beast. With a feral intensity, it balled its hands into a fist and swung at Imperia trying to crush the former gladiator.

As Imperia occupied the ogre’s attention, Charlie and Belladonna took their positions. Now that she no longer had to act as a decoy, she could take a more patient approach to her attack. Finding a rock outcropping, Charlie took cover and notched an arrow. From the corner of her eye, she could see the archer with her bow ready to attack. But instead of letting the arrow loose, Charlie waited. A look of focus on her face that belied her normally boisterous additude.

Belladonna on the other hand was out in the open. Her hands together in a strange symbol. Her index, ring and middle fingers on both hands were rolled and pressed together. Meanwhile the tips of her pointing finger and thumb met to form a diamond. Her body gave off a sinister energy as she began to chant. The language was unlike anything Imperia had heard before. It sounded more like wailing moans than actual words. “To think that there were still languages even I hadn’t heard of.” Loyd commented as he watched the events of the battle from within Imperia’s body. “I’d also suggest not getting grabbed by this thing.” He added as he gestured to the monster’s incoming attack.

Imperia lept backwards, allowing the attack to slam into the ground, then dashed forward, stomping on the creatures hand, then catapulting herself onto its shoulder. She, first, bangs the hilt of her weapon against the monster’s helmet, causing it to ring like a bell in an attempt to distract the creature and leave it wide open, then she lept backwards and spins, slashing her weapon across the creature’s chest and shoulder. She let out an annoyed grunt as the attack inflicts less damage than she had hoped, as the creature wasn’t quite as open as she had wanted it to be. “You have thicker skin than I thought.” she stated, flatly, more to herself as a reminder that she needs to attack with more strength and precision, otherwise she won’t get the bleeding effect she needs. When he father comments on Bella’s language, Imperia cocks her head “I was not aware that you knew more than a few, father.” she replies. While she was aware that he knew more than one language, since he often acted as her translator, but he had not needed to do it for very many languages. When reminded not to let the creature grab her, she nods quickly, not because she was not aware, but because it meant that it was a bit more dangerous than she had realized, and because this reminder moreso meant that her last attack left her open for too long to justify the damage she had inflicted.

Before she even had a chance to recover, Imperia could feel something ram into her chest. In mere moments, she found herself looking up from underneath the metal-faced ogre. It’s large hand pressed Imperia into the dirt with impressive force. She could feel the air being pressed out of her small body. At the same time, it felt as though the hulking beast was trying to grope her at the same time. It’s palm rubbing against her clothed nipples as it pressed harder.

“Sonnavabitch!” Charlie hissed as she let loose two arrows, one into the beast’s arm and another into its neck. Moving in closer, Charlie began to notch another arrow. “Bella! If you got a trick up your sleeve now would be the time to play it!” Charlie yelled as she continued to pelt the ogre with arrows. Belladonna merely continues chanting. But underneath her, a magic circle was forming. It crackled with energy that was at once foreign and familiar.

But Imperia couldn’t focus on that as the Metal-face Ogre continued to grind her into the dirt. It moved its metal topped head closer to Imperia’s face. Through one of the holes, she could see its eyes. Large, covered in red blood vessels and focused entirely on Imperia. “Well this is a fine situation you’ve gotten yourself into.” Loyd commented as he sat waiting within the gladiator. “You need a hand my thorny little rose? Before this thing breaks your spine. Or you might get lucky and it just gives a rough fu..”

Before he can finish, the air is pierced by a blood curdling wail. The ogre looks to the source to find Belladonna and ...something else. An unholy abomination with a maggot-like head and skeletal frame rose up from the dark portal that the spell caster had opened. “Let the First Horror walk the Planes of Man and let them know the terror of the abyss” Belladonna said in a more recognizable language. The ogre stared at the abyssal summon and only it. Imperia could feel the ogre begin to tremble at the sight of it. But she could also feel its grip loosen.

Imperia was attempting to move into another side-step so that she could strike one of the creature’s arms and disable it, however she had not shifted back into her battle stance, leaving her open to the creature’s flailing swipe. “Ack!” she lets out as the creature slams its hand down on her. Even as her breasts were being crushed against her and the wind was rushing out of her lungs from the creature pressing her into the ground, she thought to it, as if she was able to speak, “Foolish creature, I have survived far too many arena battles, and traveled this wasted world for far too long to die here. I have not yet found my purpose.” she thinks, however as the air continues to rush out of her, and despite the situation, her nipples begin to harden due to the creature’s palms rubbing up against them through her clothing, she adds “Though, if I am to die here, it merely means that I can embrace the cold darkness of death, rather than continuing to suffer through this procession of misery that many call life...”. She then hears her fa-... Loyd ask if she needs his help, and she responds in her thoughts “I am merely waiting for an opening, this creature knows not who he trifles with.” and just as she thinks this, she hears the wail, and the creature’s grip loosens. “Fool.” she states, flatly, before slipping her arm out from beneath the creature, and slamming her scythe into the ground. She uses her scythe to yank herself out from under the creature’s grip, then rolls backwards into a crouching position, before launching herself towards the creature in a spinning dash, shouting “Reaping Spiral: Mass Grave of Ribbons!” as she passes the creature, swinging her scythe in a mighty slash that lops off the creature’s left arm. Only then does she see the abomination brought forth from the black abyss by Bella’s chanting, and despite the many battles she has been through, the monsters she has faced in the wasteland, and having seen the tendrils from the same abyss, she feels her heart skip a beat and her blood run cold. Luckily, it had been summoned by Bella, and was after the metal-headed creature, otherwise she would have been far more concerned.

Imperia shakes it off in an instant… or she’d have liked to, she merely distracts herself with the metal-headed creature instead. “Eyes on me!” she shouts at the creature, attempting to regain its attention, despite still trying to regain her breath from being crushed, and maintain her cool, despite an abomination from the darkest abyss stomping towards both her and her opponent. Preparing her next attack, she feels another chill run down her spine, and decides that she should end this now, as the sooner she eliminates the enemy, the sooner Bella will hopefully despawn this creature. She clutches her scythe in both hands, then charges at the creature, regardless of whether it was now facing her or not, shouting “TO ASHES!” as she slashes at the creature’s thigh, running a deep gash through it, then ducks under the creature’s arm, swinging her scythe along the back of its neck, with a spinning sweep, severing its spine. With one final slash, she kicks off of the creature’s side to change her direction, then spins towards its front, ducking past its flailing arm and slamming the blade of her scythe into the opening of the creature’s helmet, burying it deep, and causing a loud clang as the scythe’s blade slams against the back of the helmet. Imperia attempts to pull her scythe out, so that she can get out of the way if the creature somehow survived, however her scythe fails to budge, causing her to panic slightly as she certainly couldn’t damage a creature with such thick skin without her weapon, and still needed to provide a dangerous enough distraction that the creature wouldn’t begin crawling to her backline.

Fallen on the ground, the beast stopped moving. Or that’s what Imperia believed. But in her blindspot, the ogre’s remaining arm was reaching for the scythe-wielding gladiator. One last desperate attack to inflict just an iota of pain on Imperia. But before it’s arm could reach her, a trio of arrows pierced it’s shoulder, elbow and wrist. The punctured arm fell lifeless to the ground, remaining motionless like the rest of the body. With a sigh of relief, Charlie relaxed her stance as she approached the lifeless giant. “That didn’t go too badly for our first fight as a team” Charlie said as she checked the ogre one last time for any signs of life. “Here let me give you a hand with that” She said to Imperia as she approached to help pull out her scythe.

A small wail filled the air as the First Horror stood before the fallen ogre. Without warning, it kneeled down and began to bite down on the corpse’s flesh. The tendrils around the mouth wiggled as it tore at the flesh of the creature’s belly and stuffed it into its mouth. Charlie gave a nauseated look to the creature as it began to feel. “Come on Bella, keep your damn … whatever that is under control. At least until we get the head off” Charlie said. Belladonna kept her normal expression and merely shook her head. “The abyss hungers for those who like in the light. So it either feeds on that or us”

Charlie merely rolled her eyes at Belladonna’s response. It must have been a pretty common interaction between the two. “Let’s get your scythe and get the head before that thing eats it”.

When Charlie states that this didn’t go too badly for their first fight as a team, Imperia merely replies “You and Belladonna are unharmed, so I consider my mission a success, however I will admit that I made mistakes against my opponent.” she says, after which she replies “Thank you, Charlie.” when she moves to help her pull her scythe out of the monster. She continues struggling with the weapon as the monster begins to feed on the flesh of her fallen opponent, another chill running down her back as she glances at a thing which should not be, resulting in her struggling harder to get the weapon out. She starts to understand what this magic is when Belladonna explains that the monster feeds on the creature or them, causing her to realize that it is not fully under her control. So, Belladonna’s magic is powerful, but hard to control. She thinks to Loyd “Father, do you know anything about this woman’s magic?” out of curiosity. However, with Charlie mentioning that they need to hurry to keep the monster from eating the creature’s head, she quickly stomps her boot onto its head, then works with Charlie to tug the scythe out. Finally, it budges, coming loose completely, and causing Imperia to stumble back, falling over onto her ass, causing her legs to splay out, unintentionally giving Charlie a nice view of her black and navy blue striped panties. She recovers quickly, getting to her feet and giving the monster’s neck a heavy slash with her scythe, cutting most of the way through it. After her second attempt, she cuts the head off entirely, then bends down and grabs the head by the helmet, before handing it to Charlie.

[Mark3000]

Theresa

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Charlotte hungrily sucked on Theresa’s cock. She nuzzled into the Mother Nymph’s hand as it guided her head. Her eyes looked to Theresa’s with a wanton lust unlike anything she’d seen before. It was as if Charlotte was looking past Theresa’s disciplined exterior to the carnal seed that rested in her soul.

But before Theresa could receive any type of release, Charlotte stopped. Her eyes still locked on the foreign nomad as her hand rested on Theresa’s supple stomach. “What do you say? Let’s become good friends. I’ll let you use that large cock of yours anyway you want” Charlotte said in a hushed tone. Her hand messaged her belly in such a soft way that kept Theresa on edge of release. But it wasn’t enough to make her cum. Looking to Charlotte, behind the sensual expression, the Mother Nymph could sense something else in the debutant’s tone...

It was then that the two of you heard footsteps approaching the door. “Mother Nymph, are you well?” a familiar voice called out. It was Arisa Aja, one of the nomads that had accompanied Theresa on her journey to Esprit. “I was worried after you were led away by those strange men. Is Lady Charlotte still in there? She insisted on tending to you while the alcohol worked through your system” She said. She was outside the door waiting to hear your response. Looking at Charlotte, Theresa could see the playful grin on her face. “I’m still here dear. I’m just helping our dear Nymph recover her strength. I could use a hand if you would like to help?”

There was a small silence before the door started to rustle.

Avacyn & Linda

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On horseback it was easy for Avacyn to catch up with Nowi and Lily. The two were still in a mad dash to their destination. So when they saw Avacyn following suit, they were surprised.

“What the hell are you …” Nowi began to ask before being cut off by Lily.

“Let’s save the questions for later. If you’re here, I’m assuming it’s to lend a hand. Follow us” She said as they led Avacyn to the butcher’s shop. The two continued to sprint at full speed until they finally arrived at their destination. On the outside, it looked like any normal butcher’s shop. Located just outside the slums, it was in better condition than most. But Avacyn couldn’t shake the strange aura radiating from the establishment.

Instead of going towards the front door, Nowi and Lily rushed to the alley behind the shop. As Avacyn followed she saw a gang of men loitering around behind the butcher’s shop. At the center of the group was a tall woman with dark purple hair. She wore spiked shoulder pads with a long black cape and light purple inline. She was standing behind another girl around Nowi and Lily’s size and age. She was naked with long blond hair. Unlike Nowi or Lily, she had a fuller figure and a larger chest, almost as big as the woman behind her. The purple haired assailant had her hands all over her blond victim as they squeezed her chest and rubbed her thighs, much to the delight of the surrounding men.

“Maggie!” Nowi shouted as she drew her daggers. “Let her go Amethyst! Or I swear by the gods.” She said as she let out more feral hisses.

“You both showed up in record time. And you brought a friend, how quaint.” Amethyst mused as she continued to molest Maggie. “But all I did was catch a thief. That’s why the big guy in there is paying for protection. To take care of pests like you. Just be glad I didn’t turn your friend over to the authorities. Instead, we’re going to pass our own form of judgement” as she said this, the three of you hear laughter and snickering from the crowd of men. “If you three are so eager to help, why don’t you strip down and help lighten her loads. OHhohoho!” She laughed with a haughty expression.

That was the last straw for Lily as well, as she brandished her own set of daggers. “Fuck you! Let go of Maggie before I split you like an apple” She said, shaking with anger.

With a battle loaming, Amethyst pushed Maggie away into the arms of two of her subordinates. She then reached for the hilt of a large battle axe behind her. The hilt alone was almost the size for Nowi. “You wanna fight? Alright then. But by the end of this, I’ll have all three of you on your knees” She said as a few of her compatriots drew their own weapons.

Linda was not far behind the initial trio of Avacyn, Nowi and Lily. But her more conservative pace meant she arrived just as things were starting to heat up. When she peered around the corner, she was able to get a good look at the situation. There were Lily, Nowi and Avacyn. Across from them were one hostage, her skimpy looking assailant and about six other men. Most everyone in the back alley had their weapons drawn with the possible exception of Avacyn. She hadn’t caught the entire conversation, but Linda had gotten enough to understand the situation. No one else had realized her presence and Linda’s skill could turn the tide of this battle.

Samira

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“Hmm” Rebecca hummed as Samira questioned how comfortable she was with nudity. “Well as I see it, as a performer you have to be comfortable in your own skin. It builds confidence. Plus, it’s my body and I’m not afraid to flaunt it. Though don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not like I’m just going to walk down the street buck naked” the dancer said with a light chuckle. “Though I take it you’re not one for clothing with how quickly you stripped down”

Rebecca smiled as Samira asked if she could wash her hair. “Aren’t you the sweetest little thing” She said as she moved to make room for the musician. The dancer was surprisingly quiet as Samira worked the oils into her hair. That was until she asked about Lady Veranda.

“You could say that Lady Veranda is a patron of the arts. Her family has invested in performers for ages. Even with the misfortune that’s met the nation, they’ve continued to support the arts. If you wanna make it big in Esprit, you gotta go through her” Rebecca paused for a moment as she shifted in the water. “You see, I don’t want to just spend the rest of my days dancing for scraps on the road. I want to make it onto a real stage. But I can’t do that as we are now. What I need is an actual troupe. A few more dancers, a wider array of musicians, and the best clothing and equipment money can buy. Lady Veranda could provide us with all that. And it just so happens she had a fondness for string instruments” She said as she relaxed into the water. “I’ll be counting on you Samira.

Imperia

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“That’s not a bad view” Charlie smirked as she glared at Imperia’s striped panties. “Don’t let Bella see them. She may seem like a quiet one, but she can be pretty kinky” She added as she took the head from Imperia. As the two watched the creature Belladonna summoned devour the rest of the ogre’s corpse, Loyd finally answered Imperia’s question. “About the magic itself no. But I have heard whispers and rumors about a cult of shadow wielder. I don’t know about the inner workings of their witchcraft. But they are often conscripted by those with no moral compass whatsoever. Think about it like this, you go to someone like me if you want someone to disappear. You go to someone like Belladonna if you want someone to suffer.”

Once the First Horror has had its fill. It let out a mournful cry and retreated behind Belladonna. “The FIrst Horror is satisfied with the offering” she said to her companions. Charlie didn’t seem too comforted by that statement. “Hard to tell just by looking at it” she quipped before throwing the sac of ogre heads over her shoulder. “Let's get these things to the doctor and claim our prize. The sooner I can get rid of these the better” she said as she led the trio west towards a hilly outcrop. The walk was a quiet one. The hulking frame of the First Horror frightened off any creature that came within viewing distance. At the same time, it’s unsettling presence made any form of chit-chat extremely awkward.

It wasn’t long before the three reached a mansion hidden among the hills. “Strange” Loyd commented to Imperia. While Charlie was trying to convince Belladonna to put away her eldritch abomination, the spectral assassin got Imperia’s attention. “The design doesn’t appear to be Vesparian or like anything else in the Scarred Lands. Much too gothic. It has more inline with some of the northern states. Which begs the question, why is it here?”

Before Imperia could ponder the question, she spotted two of the Metal-Faced Ogres standing outside the manor. Before she could act, Charlie put her hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry those ones aren’t hostile. Look.” She said as she pointed towards an antenna attached to the metal cage on it’s head. Once the First Horror had been dismissed by Belladonna, the three approached the door. Just as Charlie said, neither ogre bothered them as Charlie knocked on the well carved wooden door.

It's almost a minute before the door creaks open. From the entrance, a young girl covered in scars pops out and greets the three travellers. “Oh, Lady Charlie, Lady Belladonna. You have returned” She said with a surprised expression. “And you brought a friend with you as well” She added, turning to Imperia. “The master is currently busy with one of his experiments. I can take you to him to collect your reward”. With that, the attendant opened the door wide letting the three of you into the mansion.

[mrblah]

She really had the nomad eating out of the palm of her hand, and Theresa couldn't think. Anchored to the moment by the indescribably pleasurable feelings she was enduring, she couldn't do anything more than relax herself and enjoy it despite the protests of her mind. While the first time was certainly an accident, should she really lay with the wife of a competitor? Couldn't this be something scandalous? A tool they could use against her and her business, and now with her consent, it could be even more of a difficult problem to face should it be weaponized. Or what if this was merely just a ploy to get information out of her? Inflame her desires to make her too weak to think. With the splitting headache and the assault of pleasure, logical choices would be all too difficult to manage so it would be easy for—

A moan came from Theresa, her body trembling as Charlotte's lips reached the base of her length, swallowing it down her throat with impossible ease. The move would finally serve to break the dam of Theresa's restraint, forcing her to give in as her mounting orgasm built into a flood she'd gratefully give to the naked noble... only for... her to stop? Charlotte pulled away from her pulsing cock, letting the cool air tease her even closer to an end that wouldn't come. Theresa couldn't help the pitiful whimper in protest as her needs were denied. "F-friends??" The question came as a surprise in their fit of lovemaking. What kind of question was that? Why ask it now? Of course they'd have SOME sort of friendly relations at this point, so why ask and waste time?!

She was just moments away from folding desperately when their moment was interrupted by Arisa's coming, near forcing the Mother Nymph to hold her breath at the unexpected guest. Why now? Couldn't she have come later?! But she couldn't fault her followers for worrying about her condition. With some willpower to strangle her rapidly beating heart and an attempt to get herself under a little control, Theresa started to reply... only to stop at Arisa's words. Insisted on tending to you, she says? Just earlier, Charlotte herself had said Theresa initiated... her mind sharpened in the pause.

So that's the game she's playing. A clever plan... though Theresa couldn't help but feel betrayal and show it with a knowing glare at Charlotte. She won't be that easy to handle, debuta
Wait what did she just say.

"N-no!" Theresa protested in a hurry, failing to mask the worried tremble in her voice. "I-I'm quite alright, Arisa! Haven't you other important tasks to tend to? Mayhaps you could check upon th-the Goons! To make sure they shan't... slack off?" Please go away. Please, please, go very away Arisa. This is the last situation she'd need any "help" in.

[Embers]

Were it not for Oliver's burning gaze Alicteria would roll her eyes at the overly melodramatic display by the princess. Although the nun did agree to join and assist with the plan on hand, she didn't outright buy into it or into Vivianne's motivation. For now, the free lodging and resources provided were too good to pass up.

While the time away from Oliver's eyes would inspire Alicteria to relax and sink into her seat, she merely sighs and rubs her temple. `There will be better opportunities.` The nun tells herself as she holds back from making any moves on the absolute feast that was the Princess' body.

Alicteria nods her head as two maids entered the room, twins were a rarity among rarities and the nun had never met any before, although the two maids looked and smelt very similar, there was a distinction Alicteria could not pick out. The gestures a bow to Vivanne and follows the maids to her temporary resident. Through the whole walk, Alicteria gazes at the two women from behind, trying her best to figure out how to distinguish them consistently. `Gaining clout over these two will be worth the effort, I've a good feeling about them.`

After stepping through the doorway, Alicteria unholsters her Halbred, placing it over the table and folding the leather straps beside it. "There's a couple of things I'll need if I'm to fulfill the princess' expectations..." Alicteria replies as she removes her head garb and begins undoing all the belts keeping her jacket in place. "To start off, I'll need a recent surface map of the city, doesn't have to be the most expensive one, just good enough to not get lost." The nun continues to undress, removing her oversized jacket and the belts holding side pockets to her waist.

"I'd also like to know if there's a nearby glass worker, herbalist, or weaponsmith, if you could mark them on the map that would be ideal, but I can ask around town if that's not an option." With her shoes now off, Alicteria takes seat atop one of the small chairs and begins rolling off her thigh high socks
"I understand if getting a map is not within your reach as maids. Can I ask for a change of clothes? This outfit could use a cleaning..." Alicteria empties the pockets of her getup, neatly placing the potions and medical kits into a small corner of the table before looking to the maids for a response. "And I'd much like something less intimidating to greet the princess with." Alicteria offers a faint smile at the mention of meeting Vivianne again.

[Blue56]

Catching up to the pair of thieves was a simple matter for Gideon. Avacyn simply nods when Lily correctly deduces her intent, there was no time to waste on explanations after all. The three of them make haste to the butcher's shop where the unfolding scene causes Avacyn's jaw to drop in shock. This Amethyst was dressed in the most bizarre fashion that she had ever witnessed, but what truly stunned her was the girl in Amethyst's arms. She was naked, and even more horrifying, in the middle of being molested. The ensuing conversation enrages Avacyn as much as it does Nowi and Lily. Catching a thief was no excuse for committing even more heinous acts on the criminal in question! Amethyst and her peons would be brought to justice, Avacyn swore to herself.

Though she was just as incensed by Amethyst's behavior, Avacyn managed to keep a cooler head than the other two, in part due to her impartial nature towards the situation, but also because of the strange feeling she got about this butcher's shop. Rather than risk a prolonged battle here, Avacyn decided it would be best to retrieve Maggie as quickly as possible and regroup back at the girl's hideout. As the combatants prepared for battle, Avacyn made her move, gracefully leaping from her saddle and landing a few steps in front of the other two, her rapier already drawn in her right hand and pointed at Amethyst while her left hand was folded behind her back. "Are you sure such a large brawl is a good idea? It is sure to attract attention and cause disruptions that your employer might not appreciate..." She begins, gesturing to the building with her blade. "Let's settle this between the two of us, the others will simply get in our way regardless. If I win, we take the girl. If you win, name your terms." This proposal was the quickest and safest way to solve this problem in Avacyn's mind. Perhaps Nowi and Lily could handle themselves in a fight, but she wasn't willing to bet their safety on it just yet. Now all that was left was for Amethyst to accept her challenge...

[Nobudi]

Samira thought about what she heard in relative silence. Was nudity that much of an issue? "Well," she said thoughtfully. "I guess when the weather's not hot enough to cause you heatstroke on a daily basis, I guess clothing does become a little important. But is walking down the street naked really that strange?"

As she listened to Rebecca explain what her goals were with Lady Veranda, Samira could see what she was saying in her mind's eye. Her eyes glittered for a moment as she dreamed of what she could possibly be a part of, before realizing her bathing partner's final words meant that the start of the troupe relied on her. Her, a relative nobody that had only arrived yesterday and main interaction with a crowd was being gangbanged... as a matter of fact, she didn't know if that was what occurred, considering she had been black out drunk from the meet last night.

She was a little tempted in asking what had gone down during the time she had blacked out, but she decided against it. If she ignored it, nothing could come of it. That she was sure.

But still, she immediately became nervous when she realized that Rebecca and her company now would need her to pull through for them. "I- I'm unsure," she said uneasily. "I've just arrived and... we've not done any practices or played together as such, so I would be glad to help, but still..." she said, voice fading into silence with a pregnant silence between them.

[MiscChaos]

Between Lily and Nowi’s head start, Avacyn riding in on a horse, and her own decision not to sprint in order to preserve her stamina, it doesn’t surprise Linda at all that she is the last to arrive on the scene. And it looks like she’s already missed a few things. Lily is already battle ready, her weapons drawn and beautiful, destructive rage painted across her face. She thinks she may have found her new favorite look for Lily. After all, with an expression like that, it can only end in suffering; whether for herself or for the other woman would remain to be seen. Beyond that, Avacyn seems to have issued a challenge in that naive, just manner of hers. Why on earth she thinks someone willing to molest and rape someone in broad daylight would be honorable enough to respect the terms of a duel, Linda has no idea. If nothing else, Avacyn draws the eye very easily so she doesn’t have to worry about being seen before she makes her move. With her side scoped, she looks to the enemy. …“Those things are the size of my head. Each.” She finds herself thinking as she sees the voluptuous woman who seems to be the head of this enemy gang. She isn’t sure if the woman is just used to it or if she has a minor spell going, but Linda herself would be shivering if she was running around in so little. Still, if the aim is to draw the eye to her assets while she fights, it does the job admirably. She has to duck back around the corner and shake her head in order to keep from getting overly distracted by the cans on display. And that’s without mentioning the nude girl in the grips of a few of her men. The men themselves are forgettable, but the nubile flesh in their grasp is drool worthy in itself. And then the weapon! Its hilt is as big as Nowi! Oh the pain that thing must have inflicted on an obviously sadistic woman like the one before her. She wonders how much more beautiful she’ll look writhing in pain, her own weapon being turned against her, the crimson of her life’s fluid coating her more prominent features.

She should work on turning that into reality. She casts her magical senses out, feeling the vitality of each and every one of her foes. With her magical sense this deep into their beings, she doesn’t even need to see them. She can tell exactly where they are and what they’re planning on doing from the tensing of certain muscle groups and the pulsing of their hearts. Hell, she could even tell if someone was aroused by the situation by paying attention to the blood rushing to their groins. Once her magic penetrates deeply enough, she reaches out as if gently caressing something fragile. She concentrates her sense to areas that would cause the most pain: groin, joints from the tiny ones in the skull to the fingers down to the toes, eyes, the muscles in the face and the ones responsible for moving. She touches the nerves responsible for reporting pain for each of those areas. Then, with a sadistic smile, she crushes her hand closed and snatches it next to her face. In the same moment, she tears her magic from the bodies of her victims, activating their nerves and causing them all to scream out in the worst pain imaginable even as wounds open up from her magic’s violent exit. After all, there’s a limit to what pain you can feel due to a physical strike based on your own resistance to hit. You can’t train the nerves in order to dull pain. They can sing as loud as they want and there is absolutely nothing you can do but hope the agony stops before you go insane. Well, it can be overcome with sheer will, but doing that only increases Linda’s interest. It’s like foreplay: How long can your will last until you’re left gasping for release? It takes quite a bit of self control to keep from laughing her joy into the sky. Oh, she hopes one of them withstands this opening salvo so she can find out.

[RandomRoninKitten]

When Charlie compliments the view of Imperia's panties, she cocks her head at first, not seeming to realize what she meant, but when Charlie then says not to let Bella see because she can be pretty kinky, she figures it out. Not quite sure how to respond to that, Imperia stutters "Oh, uh... th-thanks... I shall bear that in mind." after which she scolds herself for losing her composure, as well as losing her balance. Loyd had seen her naked several times, so she isn't quite sure why this girl seeing her panties should embarrass her. She quickly shakes it off and gives Charlie some head.

After her fa-... Loyd explains Shadow Wielders, Imperia gets a better grasp of what she witnessed. It's interesting, to say the least, however she has a hard time understanding why it would mostly be employed by those with no moral compass, this is merely another tool, and further, a tool that Imperia would be interested in using... carefully. One thing she has learned from her time in the arena is that if a technique or skill causes genuine fear... you want it in your arsenal. She'll have to remember to ask Bella about it later, and hopefully learn some of this magic, herself, when there's time... though, Imperia isn't exactly a busy lady. Her thoughts are interrupted by the First Horror's cry. Just like the internal screaming, brought to me by the start of every new day. she thinks to herself, as she tries to ignore the chills that such a cry brings her. Imperia considers asking Bella how she could tell, but decides to save it for later, as Charlie seemed to be in a hurry to finish their task, which is understandable, as the sack of heads seemed fairly heavy.

When Loyd mentions that he doesn't believe that the architecture of the mansion doesn't seem to belong here, Imperia's mind goes into overdrive. She had similar experiences in the arena, noticing that certain fighters didn't fit in with the majority of those who were brought to the fighting pits, possessing different appearances, accents, and fighting styles, which indicated that they were transplanted from their place of origin. She starts to respond, but is distracted by more Ogres. Before she can reach for her weapon, however, Charlie points out that they are not hostile, and directs her attention to the antenna. This makes it easier to respond to her father's question, as it reinforces what she was already thinking."Hmm. Perhaps the owner is doing things, here, which that area does not approve of? I doubt the creatures in the scarred lands are specifically needed for these... experiments..." she thinks to him, concluding that the heads were not just because the owner hates Ogres, not that it mattered much to Imperia herself, payment was payment, and living was suffering for the twisted creatures.

Imperia inspects the young girl carefully, when she opens the door and steps out. She is covered in scars. Those cuts, however... they are too clean to have been made in battle... she thinks to herself, blank-faced. Her thought process is interrupted when the girl refers to Imperia as a friend, which causes her smile, smugly, without realizing it. Regardless of how it was meant, it felt like a compliment to be proud of to Imperia. When she realizes that she's not stone-faced, as she always tries to be, she quickly pulls her hood further forward and wipes the smile off her face, then quickly follows the girl, staying close to Bella and Charlie. "How long have you worked for this individual?" Imperia asks either one of the two, out of curiosity.

[Mark3000]

Theresa

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The door knob shook a bit more before it stopped. “My apologies Mother Nymph, I merely wished to make sure you were okay. I will be downstairs tending to the others.” Arisa said before Theresa could hear her footsteps moving away from the door. With her followers gone, Theresa turned her attention to Charlotte.

It looked as though Charlotte knew her little ruse was up. Though she showed no signs of guilt. The debutant gave Theresa an innocent smile. The kind a child makes when they’ve been found sneaking cookies from the cookie jar. “Well this is a bit awkward isn’t it” Charlotte said as she stood up and began to dress. “I did insist on taking care of you overnight. Though you didn’t exactly push me away. Not that you could in the state you were in” She said with a light chuckle as she grabbed the last of her effects, except one. It was a pair of red silk panties with black frills. She playfully flung them in Theresa’s direction. “Hopefully it hasn’t soured our budding friendship. If you ever want to continue where we left off just come to my estate and we can have some real fun” As she spoke, Charlotte raised the hem of her dress to flash the Mother Nymph her dripping pussy as if to tempt the nomad one last time.

Despite knowing how devious Charlotte truly was, Theresa couldn’t keep her body from reacting. Her lengthy cock was once again rock hard and dripping precum as her erect nipples tickled in the morning air. Visions of herself and Lady Charlotte laying with each other filled her head. Whether these were memories from yesterday or the results of her lust-addled imagination, it took all of her willpower not to pounce on Charlotte’s exposed pussy.

If she did manage to resist, Charlotte would merely put her hem down and leave without a word. Or ...

Avacyn & Linda

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It takes only a few seconds for Linda's spell to take effect. But soon the alley is filled with screams of agony. All six men fall to the ground writhing in pain. Two drop their weapons and stare at their hands in shock. The joints in their fingers feel as though nails punched through them as blood seeps from beneath their fingertips. Another two clutched his heads as the pain radiated from their very skulls. One stared up at the sky blankly, as if his mind stopped working from the intense agony. The other slammed his head into the wall repetitively trying to stop whatever the source of the pain was, only to knock himself unconscious. The final two rolled in the ground, grabbing their crotches. The pain they experienced was unlike what their companions had suffered. Grabbing their knives, they both pressed it against their junk, considering amputation as a viable escape from the pain. Luckily for them, Amethyst knocked them both out before they could do any harm to themselves

The pain she was suffering was obvious from the look on her face as she tried to soothe her aching womb. But that pain had turned into white hot anger focused on Avacyn. "So that's your game huh. Challenge me to a 'fair duel' while one of your buddies pick us off." she said as she grabbed the hilt of her axe. "I was just going to humiliate you. But now I'm going to cut you to pieces!"

The horror of the scene before them had caused Lily and Nowi to pause. But the purple haired warrior’s threats brought them back to reality. Not wanting to let Amethyst get the advantage, Lily and Nowi dash forward with the cat eared thief taking the lead. Nowi jumped to attack Amethyst's chest while Lily went for her thighs. It was a surprisingly competent combination attack.

Barely a moment passed after Avacyn's challenge was issued before the effects of the terrible spell fell upon the unsuspecting thugs. The noble could only look in horror as the men before her writhed in agony. The screams of pain and self harm make her sick to her stomach, and to make matters worse, now everyone would assume this was some sort of scheme of hers. "N-No, I wouldn't...!" Avacyn stammers in protest, still too shocked by the sight before her to muster much of a defense. Was Linda behind this? Avacyn could think of no one else who would come to their aid, but surely even she wouldn't inflict such pure torture on others...

It was a problem for later though, the girls were rushing to meet Amethyst in combat, the very thing Avacyn had sought to avoid. Though the chaos of the situation delayed her somewhat, Avacyn wasn't far behind, delivering a powerful thrust to Amethyst's exposed chest while staying near the two girls, ready to intercept any blows that might come their way.

Linda finds herself clutching her stomach with one hand and covering her mouth with the other to keep herself from laughing out at the sheer agony on display. It’s so thorough that the only one left standing at the end of it is the woman herself, though with the way she is grabbing her guy, it’s only pure rage keeping her on her feet. Still, the need for her to knock her own accomplices out because they were so weak they thought about killing themselves instead of suffering more pain… how delicious! If Linda was by herself, she’d likely drag that out as much as possible, truly harvesting their suffering before allowing them to die. But it’s likely for the best that she focuses more on the conscious, hostile woman rather than the tortured souls on the ground. She already predicts she’ll be hearing about this from Avacyn. There’s no need to compound that by kicking already downed opponents.

But the state she’s in now means she’s in no way ready to finish the fight by casting another Crushing Spirits. Much simpler to bolster the health and skin of those she’s allied with. So instead, she uses Avacyn as a focal point and creates a Sanctuary field, analyzing their health and repairing damage done to them while it is available and filling the soft spots in their pores with her magic to make their hide a bit stronger. That should be enough for them to resist any damage that comes their way before she gets herself together.

In a surprising move, Amethyst held her axe close to her body. But it wasn’t to deflect the incoming attacks but to evade them. She practically hopped over Lily’s lunging slash leaving the young thief on the ground. Meanwhile she sidestepped Avacyn’s attack, giving the noble a sadistic grin. But before she could relish her evasive successes, Nowi came from Amethyst’s blindspot and left a cut on her upper chest just below her collarbone. With blood drawn, Amethyst scowled before looking at Avacyn and Lily. Grinning, she spun her axe . Her targets were clear to all to see. Avacyn would be struck with the full force of the blade head while the butt of the hilt would be rammed right through Lily. All parties present had little time to react. Both Lily and Nowi desperately lunge at Amethyst to try and intercept the attack.

Even as she stays on the offensive, Avacyn studies Amethyst's movements closely. The woman moved more quickly than she might have anticipated from someone of her size, but it was only a momentary setback for Avacyn. The thug still had not displayed skills beyond her ability to handle, and so she would simply adjust her own movements to match this new information. Seeing that giant axe wind up, it was plain to see what path it would take and that she and Lily were the target. Rather than try to stay out of range of such a large weapon, Avacyn would join the other two in rushing to meet Amethyst and stop the attack before it could begin. As she moved forward, Avacyn slid underneath the blade of the axe, using her momentum to deliver a powerful thrust upwards and into Amethyst's shoulder. She did not linger there long, however, withdrawing her blade as soon as it drew blood, Avacyn quickly stood and with a graceful twirl, moved to intercept the rest of the attack, should Lily prove unable to dodge it.

As those in melee range get done with their little scuffle, Linda finally begins to calm down from her glee and get her head back in the game. With the return of focus, returns her ability to do harm. Given her magic already has traces left in her target, it’s even easier the second time to target soft spots for the torture. Given how they reacted the first time, it’s probably for the best if she restricts herself to areas that would disrupt the enemy’s ability to fight. So the joints of her arms and legs and the muscles that go with them and her head to disable her.

Nowi’s quick strike to Amethyst’s side and Avacyn’s thrusting attack to her shoulder managed to throw off her first attack. Instead of splitting the country noble in two, the blade smacked into the wall. But that didn’t detour her from striking at Lily who was just a step slower than the rest of them. But before the hilt of the battle axe could meet Avacyn’s rapier, Amethyst dropped her weapon and let out a blood curdling scream. Amethyst lay writhing on the ground in agony as her joints betrayed her. Drool fell from her mouth as the pain racked her body. “W-what did you do to me?” She cried, still managing to retain her consciousness if just for a moment. It was clear that even after the spell was finished, she would be in no condition to continue fighting.

With the threat dealt with, Lily ran to comfort their now freed companion. Nowi on the other hand couldn’t tear her eyes away from the men still wracked with pain. Even Amethyst’s suffering had reached an impalpable state. She turned to Avacyn with a puzzled look. “Who could do something like this?” She said unsure of what to expect.

With the enemy down and out for the count, Linda figures now is the time to make her appearance and get the shock and horror phase of things over with. So she steps around the corner she’s been hiding behind and reveals herself to the party. “That would be me. I imagine you have questions?” That’d probably be an understatement given how repulsed everyone seemed to be, but best to ease into this instead of running screaming

“Linda? You were here this whole time?” Nowi asked as she stared at her figure with a mixture of surprise, shock and bewilderment. “You mean to tell me that you managed to do all this?” She gestured to Amethyst and her men. “Is this some kind of magic, I’ve never seen anything like it before.”



“Not the whole time. I only arrived when the busty woman was threatening you all. So long enough, I suppose. And yes, that was me. The same magic that allows me to heal also allows me to hurt very well. And given I know all the best places to hurt someone, the places you can’t truly guard against, it’s usually a bit more effective than swinging a sword at them.” Linda explains. Best to keep her answers simple unless someone presses for more. Simple usually inspires less revulsion and she still needs to work with everyone here.

“Well I’m glad you’re on our side then” Nowi replied as her expression lightened a bit. “Amethyst was a real bitch and her men were just as bad. They got what they deserved. I was just a little surprised, ``she said as she put away her daggers.

Avacyn looked on in disgust as Amethyst fell, not to their combined attacks, but to another onslaught of pain caused by vile magic. She did not answer the thugs' question, instead simply moving to knock the poor woman unconscious with a swift blow from the hilt of her rapier. With the battle done, Avacyn sheathed her blade and turned to the others. The girl would surely be fine with Lily looking after her, but Nowi was understandably concerned about what had happened to the men they were fighting. Before she could even answer, her suspicions were confirmed as Linda revealed herself.

She managed to conceal a disgusted scowl, but only barely as Nowi asked the same questions Avacyn herself had. Since they were partners, Avacyn refrained from questioning Linda herself, pretending she already knew about all of this. Instead, she busied herself attending to the poor girl who had been accosted, listening to Linda's answers all the while. The poor thing must be exhausted, so Avacyn helped her atop Gideon once she was well enough to move, so that she wouldn't have to walk all the way back to the hideout. "If we want to continue this, we should do it in the safety of your hideout. The screams will have attracted attention." Avacyn eventually says, once the girl is well enough to travel and Nowi had at least gotten some answers.

Maggie gave Avacyn a thankful nod as she was helped onto the horse. With no obvious objections, the group made their way back to the hideout. As Avacyn predicted, a small group of city guards and a few other order members came to the scene of their battle. Whether they were detained at one of the city’s gaols or sent to receive medical attention at a medic station, Linda and Avacyn would be able to find out easily.

Once the group returned to the hideout, the other girls rushed to Maggie’s aid. With the den of young thieves preoccupied, Avacyn and Linda finally had a chance to chat.

As the girls travel back, Linda makes sure to heal the girl in trouble for any wounds, obvious and not obvious, while the girl is on the horse. By the time they return to base, there shouldn’t be anything physically wrong with the girl. And she has her friends to handle the mental component, so she leaves them to it. Which leaves her with Avacyn for the first time since they set out. “Well? I know you have not approved of the way I’ve approached this thus far.I would rather have this out in the open rather than let it fester for the remainder of things here.” She says, opening the floor to Avacyn. This has been a while coming, so it’s best to just get it over with

Avacyn makes a note to look into the fate of the thugs they had just bested later. If they hadn't been punished for their crimes, she would do her utmost to ensure it was done. With things resolved for the time being, it is now a simple matter for herself and Linda to find a quiet corner to reconvene in. Hearing what Linda has to say, Avacyn very nearly smiles. "An understatement, to say the least. But believe me, I have no intentions of letting things fester, I was simply waiting for a moment alone." She begins, taking a deep breath and mentally compiling the ever growing list of things Linda had done wrong in her eyes. "Your behavior is COMPLETELY unbecoming of a member of the order! We are more than just simple peacekeepers, we are a symbol of hope and justice! How can we expect the people to trust us if we go about masquerading as thieves! Perhaps if you were merely sullying your own reputation, it would be a different matter, but to drag me down into the muck along with you is nothing less than appalling! And that's to say nothing of your combat tactics. Skulking about, torturing your foes with such vile magic, it's a wonder the girls weren't sent screaming in terror of you after that horrific display! It's disgusting! Unacceptable! A disgrace to the Order we swore an oath to!"

She could have kept going, but her rant thus far had already left Avacyn panting for breath. She had never been this angry with someone before in her life. "And yet... The dedication you've shown to protecting these girls shows me that your heart at least is in the right place. With that in mind, I am willing to wipe the slate clean and start anew." Avacyn eventually concedes after stopping to catch her breath. "I confess, this situation is not as black and white as I had first imagined. I'm at a loss as to how best to proceed...."

Linda doesn’t say anything as Avacyn rants, just nodding along and letting the woman get things off her chest. Given her obsession with appearances, she basically predicted the response she would be getting right now. Well, except for the part about letting bygones be bygones. She was completely willing to believe that the Justice Maniac would be completely willing to hold a grudge. Maybe this will work better than she was anticipating. Still not well given how much she has to restrain herself, but better.

"I'm fully aware my actions are not befitting an order of knights. I did that very much on purpose." If Avacyn is willing to listen, then she should very much give her a halfway decent explanation. "Remember, the reputation of the order is in tatters. It spent the last few years as a place of corruption. If we had come in on that reputation, we would've gotten nothing. Or worse than nothing, we would've been attacked. We need to fix that before we can use it for anything approaching good. In the meantime, I figured that going in as thieves would, if not lead to the people we were looking for, then point us in the direction of something else we needed to clean up. The more work we can do for that, the better the order looks." She says, explaining why she went with her current strategy. It's not entirely bs, just the bit where she was thinking about bettering the order's reputation. That was something she just thought of.

"As for my fighting approach, remember: I'm a healer. A mage. Yes, I have some experience in hand to hand, but by definition, open combat doesn't end well for me. Why wouldn't I hide and do the most damage I can while doing so? And why on earth would I not punish a bunch of rapists targeting a child!? If anything, leaving them with the ability to do it again was letting them off easy!" This time, everything except not torturing the enemy enough was almost complete bs. But at least it's believable. "So now you know why I've been operating as I have. I hope it buys a little more leniency from you in the future even though I doubt it will earn your approval for the time being. As for the next step... I think it would be best if we could somehow convince the girls to pick another profession. If we can get them to more honest work in a better section of town, they would have no reason to steal any longer. It'd be best if we could get them into the order with us so we can keep an eye on them and make sure they're doing OK, but I honestly don't know how to make that happen."

Avacyn listens carefully to Linda's explanation of her actions thus far, and while she doesn't follow all of the logic or even agree with it, it does at least confirm that she was right to believe that Linda had good intentions. "I understand your intent... But believe me when I say I have some experience in earning the trust of the common folk. It's done wonders for my home. Next time, let me take the lead, I'll let you see it first hand." It was obvious that they wouldn't see eye to eye on this issue, but perhaps she could show Linda the proper path through deeds on their next assignment. "I also understand your concerns over fighting on the frontline. I have no intent of forcing you into danger, but while I am on the battlefield with you, you have no need to fear for your safety. I shall always protect my allies with my very life." Avacyn assures her partner with a smile, the first one she's worn all day. "I understand your desire to hurt those who do wrong as well, but you took it too far. Do you think those girls felt inspired watching you do that to those men? Do you think they felt safe? This isn't the way, even if it feels right...."

They could go back and forth all day on this, and they probably wouldn't manage to come to an agreement even after all that. It was best to put it behind them for now and focus on the problem at hand. Linda had the right of it, they needed to find a way to convince these girls to end their thieving ways before it got them hurt, or worse. Convincing them to join the Order was an interesting idea, but it was almost entirely out of the question given their distrust for the members they had encountered thus far. Unless... "If that's your aim, then we need to come clean as soon as we can. Explain to them who we really are and that we want to help them rather than punish them. They have no reason to give up thieving while they believe we are here to assist them with it, and even less to join the Order while believing there are no good members. After saving their friend, they should still believe in us, and this incident will likely convince them of the danger of their current lifestyle."

She hears what Avacyn is telling her. She isn't sure if she believes it, however, especially the "no need to fear for her safety" bit. Anytime she has been told that, it's been by someone who is going to put her safety at risk. She usually has her own fun with them when they try it, so it doesn't bother her, but this probably isn't the time. She still has to work with Avacyn after all. She also swallows her tongue about the girls not feeling safe. Of course they do. Most people feel safe when their protectors wield overwhelming power in their defense. They really only grow uneasy when the protector begins using that power against them. Sure, some people will only accept the "Knight in Shining Armor" archetype, but those exposed to the nastier side of life will usually take whoever they can get.

Best to get into the philosophical argument at another time and focus more on what's going on now. Avacyn isn't wrong when she says the longer they take to tell the girls where they really come from, the harder it would be to convince them the order isn't rotten. There's only one real issue with it. "They likely already know the danger of their lifestyle, so using that as an argument likely won't work. From the sound of it, this isn't the first time they're gone up against a rival gang since they seemed so familiar with Amethyst. Hell, given that they've had to sell their bodies at certain points it's not likely the first time they've had to deal with rape. I think the best thing we can do would be to convince them that they can use the skills they've already learned with the Order while negating the cons. They won't have to sell themselves for a bite to eat, don't have to risk crooked guards taking a pound of flesh for their crimes, things of that nature. "

Perhaps they would never see eye to eye on many things, but at least in the case of these girls, they were on the same page. It gave Avacyn hope that they would be able to sort this out just yet. "You may be right about them being used to the danger, but I still believe today's incident was different. I sincerely doubt they would come out on top against Amethyst and all those men, this must have been the first time they've had to fight to free a friend like that. Regardless, I think you have the right idea. It would also be a good idea to extol the virtues of the Order. Nowi had already mentioned that the guards around here had gone easier on them lately. That should be sufficient evidence of Commander River's ability to enact positive change." Avacyn nods, expanding upon Linda's idea. "I also believe it would be for the best to speak with Nowi privately about this. She trusts you the most, I believe. And more importantly, the rest of the girls trust her. Convincing her could be the same as convincing all of them, and doing it alone will prevent an uproar from those less familiar with us coloring her judgement."

Just as Linda and Avacyn finished their discussion they saw Nowi break from the rest of her girls and head to the exit of their hideout. Whether to survey the surroundings or just get some fresh air, it proved the perfect opportunity to try and convince to change her ways. The only question now would be how to approach her.

Samira

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“The Southern Seas sound like an interesting place. I should visit there one of these days.” Rebecca said with a bemused look. The alluring dancer let out a satisfied hum as she finished bathing. Her body renewed after washing off all the grim and cum from the past day. Hearing Samira’s trepidation, she couldn’t help but smile before moving in to hug the young musician. “Originally we just needed another person with an instrument to fill out the group. But after hearing you play tonight, I know you’re a natural performer. If you’re half as good sober as you were drunk then you’ll be a star in no time” She said, sincerity dripping from her tone. “Who knows, you might even bag yourself a noble to be your personal wallet” Rebecca added giving Samira a joking nudge.

Grabbing a towel to dry herself off, Rebecca let out a soft yawn. “My my, where has the night gone. I’m going to get some rest. I suggest you do the same. While we wait for the captain to get back to us. We gotta earn a bit of coin here and there. So tomorrow is going to be your first official performance with us.”

Imperia

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“ Well if you want to stay hidden, the Scarred lands are the best place to do it. People don’t tend to ask needless questions” Loyd responded as Imperia’s group was led into the mansion. As the three of you enter, Imperia notices two or three other girls just like the one that let them inside. They had stitches as well, though some of them seemed to be missing a limb or two. Either a hand, an eye, an ear or even a foot. They also displayed varying levels of intelligence. It was easy to see that the one leading them was the most complete of them.

The mansion was just as ornate inside as it was on the outside with a spiral staircase leading upstairs. Their guide however led them to a descending staircase heading to the basement. When asked about their employment with the individual, Charlie was the one to speak up as usual. “ Doctor Luxenburgen? About two months now. He’s a real paranoid fellow. Took about a month to earn his trust with a bunch of little jobs before getting this one. We were hard up on coin after traveling here and needed the money. Though he really cozed up to Bella in a hurry.”

Belladonna heard her name and joined the conversation. “The Doctor is quick to trust those that take part in his experiments. It matters not, this body is merely a vessel to be used” She said walking down the surprisingly long staircase.
Charlie then leaned over to whisper into Imperia’s ear. “Just a quick note, if he asks you to take part in one of his experiments. Say no”.

At the bottom of the staircase was a large barricaded door made of Iron. The guide knocked on the door before calling out. “Master, Lady Charlie, Lady Belladonna have returned with the requested parts” She said waiting for a response. In a few seconds, Imperia’s group could hear the door unlocking. It cracked open and the scent of blood whifted through the door. The room was a cross between a library, a dungeon and a laboratory. Shelves of books were mixed with jars of preserved organs. Livers, hearts, brains, some human, others not. It wasn’t just living tissue on display. There were crystals, staves and other items of a magical origin.

At the centre of the room were about six stone slabs that were covered with varying amounts of blood. On one lay the body of an Ogre. Restrained to the table, it was unlike the ones they had seen before. The top of it’s skull had been completely removed, revealing it’s brain to the moist air of the basement. At the head of the slab was a man who could only be described as crazed.

“Quickly 19, bring me one of the heads” the doctor called out to the stitched up girl. Taking the sac of heads from Charlie, she handed them to Doctor Luxenburgen. He quickly took one out and removed the metal plate to reveal the same exposed brain. Though embedded into the brain were an array of crystals connected by metal crystals. With a large set of forceps, the doctor pulled two crystals with a greenish hue and placed them into the new body. “Give the mercenaries their coin 19. Belladonna, I need your assistance again with another experiment” He said as the shadow wielder stepped forward. Just as the doctor was returning to his work. He pointed his forceps at Imperia “You stay as well, I might have some use for you.”

Mission Complete: +1 EXP

Alicteria

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Aside from the previous mentioned differences, there was one other thing differentiating Mary and Elizabeth, their uniforms. Mary’s was a bit simpler then Elizabeth’s. Elizabeth also wore a white head piece and a more elaborate designed skirt. If one were to guess, Elizabeth might be the senior maid while Mary worked under her.

With the first commands from their newest charge received, the two maids bid Alicteria leave to procure the requested Items. It was only a few minutes before Elizabeth returned first with a map of Esprit along with the desired locations mark. The weaponsmith and glasswork were both located near the south west section of the city in a small cluster of other businesses. The herbalist on the other hand resided outside the city’s eastern wall. “There are quite a few craftsmen in Esprit. These three I highlighted are best known for their … discretion. Elizabeth started with a matter of fact tone.

Mary arrived shortly after with a wide variety of clothing including a pink loose fitting nightgown to sleep in. She had also brought an array of simple dresses and tops. Any pairing of these and one could easily blend in with the common folk. “If you don’t mind Lady Alicteria, I’ll take your outfit now and begin washing it.” Mary said with a much meeker tone.

[MiscChaos]

Seeing Nowi exit their hideout is about as good of an opportunity they can ask for since Linda agrees with Avacyn that the conversation with Nowi really should happen alone, even if she doesn’t share the same reason. If Nowi’s alone when they try convincing her, then it should be much simpler to restrain her and keep her from spreading the news to the rest of the girls if things go wrong. Besides, if she can spend enough time away from Avacyn, she bets she can convince Nowi to do damn near anything she so pleases. It’s not her first option given she sympathizes so much with her, but needs must.

Following the trail of thought, Linda begins following Nowi. Just loud enough that she can claim that she wasn’t trying to be sneaky, but quiet enough that if the gang leader is lost in her own thoughts or something similar she won’t be heard. Whether Nowi reaches her destination or not, her response is the same: hugging Nowi from behind and saying, “Copper for your thoughts, beautiful?” She already established a flirtatious personality around Nowi and it’s certainly no hardship to keep it up. Maybe she can feel her up out for how willing she is to change her life before committing to the pitch.

[Nobudi]

Samira was a bit surprised at the sudden hug, but leaned into it. It was only her first day officially on her journey, but the immensity of the situation was still shocking to look at when she mentally took a step back to examine what had gone on.

Honestly, it felt more like months had passed, rather than the scant day she had been through, but now a part of her was trembling, not in fear, but in excitement.

Preoccupied in her thoughts, she followed along with Rebecca and dried herself off, before she realized she had forgotten something extremely important. "Erm," she piped up for a moment, before adding on, "Is it alright if I room with you tonight? I've seemed to have forgotten to get my own room, with the meet and alcohol and whatnot," she chuckled sheepishly, hand on the back of her head and towel over her shoulder.

[mrblah]

The Mother Nymph sighed as Arisa left, her panic vanishing with the danger of her... situation, being exposed. Make no mistake; Theresa would never feel afraid of her Nomads knowing of her secrets or sexual habits. They've been together for so long and she trusts them especially, even knowing that they wouldn't do anything harmful with the information as well, but it would nonetheless not be fun to have them literally walk in on her. And... she wouldn't want them complicating the situation any further. She had to deal with the cunning debutant whose game she'd been sucked into.

"Awkward may be putting it lightly," the woman retorted with a glare. "What is your real goal? I can't fathom why you'd go through so much effort for this scheme unless it was something with extensive worth." Charlotte had said she wanted to be friends, but to Theresa, that was only hinting to something more that the woman wanted. The Mother Nymph could be naive—there's no doubting it and even she knows it—but this would trigger the warning senses of even the most dull in awareness. There'd be a lot at stake if Charlotte did succeed to tempt Theresa, which she wouldn't. So what might possibly be her... her... panties? The Mother Nymph absently grabbed the garment out of the air, but upon realization of it, she... kept it in hand, though her eyes would drag up to the temptress who so foolishly thought the Mother Nymph would be so easy. She wasn't! There's no evidence of such. None. "... If you do not wish to sour any friendship, I want to know exactly what this was about. I can't trust someone who..." She's...

She might be losing her train of thought, her gaze flicking between the debutant's dripping pussy and her face where she just knew the woman would be smiling deviously. It's a trap, she knew. A trap! But she couldn't hide how effective it was, her body visibly reacting as a strong build of desire formed within the priestess. Thoughts formed in her mind, perhaps memories, of the two wildly enjoying one another in bed, their hands exploring one another's bodies as they'd slowly come together and Theresa would line herself up with Charlotte's— "..." No, she'll pounce.

The Mother Nymph quickly hopped off the bed, one hand reaching to grab hold of the debutant's arm and the other wrapping around her waist to pull her in possessively, her stiffening cock sliding between the woman's thighs and brushing against her slick entrance. It was her loss this time. Theresa could hardly say a word now that she's very clearly jumped head first into the trap, but her narrowed gaze of frustration both sexual and not alongside her forward action probably communicated her intent enough. Spirits damn it, this woman was underhanded...

[Embers]

Despite being taken aback a little by the degree of cooperation the maids are displaying to complete stranger, Alicteria enjoys the brief silence and wanders around the room until the maids get back, examining the drawers and familiarizing herself with the layout. The impeccable cleanliness and unmistakable display of noble decorations would suggest a whole roster of maids and butlers were required to maintain something of this scale to such a high standard.

When Elizabeth, the more decorated of the two maids, returns Alicteria greets her with a smile "Welcome back." The two of them spread out the map across a table and began highlighting the various workshops Alicteria was interested in. "Excellent, these will do very well. I'll visit them after tomorrow's breakfast. Shall I expect any difficulties leaving the through the city gates?" Alicteria listens in to the maid's reply while the gears inside her head were turning to find a path between these destinations and back to the estate.

Mary arrives with a colorful selection of dresses and a light clank of her heels that turns the eyes of the rooms towards her. The a particular mostly-transparent nightgown that catches Alicteria's eyes. "Thank you for picking these out, dear. It's almost as if you read my thoughts, these colors will do perfectly."

Shortly after expressing her admiration, the nun begins to undress on the spot; unraveling the belts from her oversized jacket, the belt from her waist and thighs then unclasping the straps from her thigh highs. Alicteria lifts up her high silt black dress and pulls the garter belt off. Now that she had finished flashing both maids her black and decorated panties Alicteria slides out of her jacket then rolls off her stockings before pulling the black dress over head.

Black undies and pure white bra, the nun holds her outfit in a bundled cube and places it besides the selection Mary brought before she singles out the pink night gown and lifts it into the air. Alicteria grins and places it back down, the nun then unclasps her bra, dropping it atop her folded outfit and moves both hands down from her waist to her toes, pushing the black panties off along the way. Now fully nude in view of the two maids and the open door, Alicteria grabs the pink night gown and slips it over her head, letting the left arm strap fall off her shoulder as she hands the folded outfit in Mary's direction "Now that I'm properly dressed for the night, I can hear the Goddess voice calling me to rest, if you'll excuse me ladies" Alicteria guides the maids out before closing the door behind them and savoring the night's rest like a royal guest.

[RandomRoninKitten]

As Imperia glances over the other incomplete girls, she feels a sense of sadness for them. If that's what this individual was working towards, she'd be happy to help him, and the profit would just be a bonus. She decided in that moment that she would absolutely ensure that all of these girls would be complete. It wasn't their fault that they had to deal with missing limbs and organs, lower intellect.

Being guided down the stairs, her thoughts were still firmly locked on the incomplete girls and how inconvenient it must be to be missing limbs and organs, any missing part making day to day life more difficult in their own ways, and the fact that, were they ever put in danger, they'd be unable to defend themselves. She hoped that completing these girls was this person's primary objective, and if she felt any doubt, she would certainly ask. Of course, focusing on this, she didn't notice how ornate the place was, this only serving to show that this person does have resources, so being compensated for her effort would likely never be a problem. She thinks as much to Loyd, sharing her intentions "I desire to complete those girls we passed earlier. What say you?" she asks.

When Charlie explains their situation and suggests never taking part in the doctor's experiments, Imperia considers this. She likes this body, sure, it's useful and she can't imagine using another, as Bella's response seemed to imply. Perhaps she'd need to merely ask questions about the man's experiments, rather than dedicate or refuse them wholesale. Imperia waits a moment, then replies "What do such experiments involve? Is that where your power comes from, Bella?" Imperia asked in a neutral tone.

Imperia's attention is grabbed by the huge, metal, barricaded door. Well, she must be at the destination, there's not really much else that would be so heavily protected. Her assumption is confirmed by the the girl referring to him as "master". When the door opens, Imperia glances over the books and jars of organs, wondering if the girls she had seen before could use any of these, however she quickly concluded that he'd have no reason not to complete potential assistants. She then watched with no interest as he put the ogre head to use, and ordered that their compensation be handed out. She was surprised when he told her to stay, however, replying "Acknowledged. Let me know when you have need of my assistance." in a neutral tone, deciding that when an opportunity appears, she'll ask about the girls and offer to help complete them, for a price. In the meantime, she thinks to her fa-... Loyd... "Do you have any understanding in regards to what this man is doing? I have guesses, but you are more worldly than I." hoping he could make some sense of this man's motivations and objective.