Hoonters

[cliffracer]

Tamara shouts in anguish as the arrow slams in to her, sliding along the ground once she lands after such a brutal impact. She clenches her right fist, slamming it in to the grass and giving another pained shout. She knew for a FACT that if she moved beyond that she'd be giving herself a worse time, so she lays in place, teeth clenched.
"WYYYYYCK! DO. NOT. SHOOT!! JUST LEAVE!! MEDICINE!!"

[Reaver]

"I would imagine that would be a shame if you had to find others." Replying dryly before they parted ways.

Seeing Ghera was the icing on his proverbial cake as he neared his hideout. "Yes, it is Yasker, what do I owe this lovely pleasure from the lovely Ghera?" Bowing slightly and tipping his hat with his free hand as he directed the cultists to the other side of her, keeping them away from her. Ghera had been on his list of people to talk to about the underground shrine since there was the chance that she was one of the few people that might be able to detect any magic in the statues or read the monster inscriptions on it. "I was only stopping by her to put some supplies, can you join me underground while I set things up? I found some things down there that I would love for you to examine, ancient statues that seem to depict monsters in deity form so to speak." Open the trap door and kicking the cultists down there before having Sgrib follow down before gesturing for Ghera to follow. "Sorry about them, spoils of war and I don't want to kill them yet." Grinning widely.

[lilbooth]

Wyck stood paralyzed for an instant as she watched Tamara dive in front of the massive arrow, no doubt saving Wyck's life, but impaling herself in the process. Wyck looked back at the centauress and released soul shattering screech, that resonated with the earth around her. She stared down the beast intent on ending its life, rage pouring free in a stunning harmonic. She had snapped to her target when Tamara's voice range in her ear, it felt so distant like it was underwater. But if Tamara had any chance of survival they needed to leave right away. Wyck angrily lowered her bow and slung it to her shoulder as she rushed over to Tamara. She took a long breath and mustered up all her strenght, calling on the alligator fluids for an extra boost, as she scooped up the armor clad women careful not to agitate the arrow, bolting for the nearest river in area. If they made it to the river Wyck would submerge herself and begin her song, calling for aid from the river and sea, if they could make it back to the marsh and Axle's daughter then Tamara really had a chance.

[Nicoffee]

Wyck, Katya and Yasker

Wyck took Tamara and began dragging the woman along, glancing up to see that the centauress, though affected by the scream, didn't bother setting her bow up again, simply turning around and heading back the way she came from when she noticed Wyck and Tamara leaving the area. Entering the river and calling for help, she found herself not receiving any sort of direct help, though it did feel like the waves and the current were now pushing Wyck to swim further and faster on her way, though the origin of that power was not something whose origins she could know.

Regardless, she found herself coming out a little bit further down the stream, around the center of the marshes area...Not too far from there, she spotted Gharol and Yasker, talking to each other, close to that old bunker they had found previously. Speaking of them...

Gharol let out a short 'hum' in response. "Ancient statues, huh? I'm afraid I'm no historian, human Yasker..." She confessed, dropping her head a bit as she glanced at the cultists. "I'm guessing those are the creatures that my father mentioned...Hm. Curious for you to keep them prisoner, father made it sound like they're the type of thing better off dead." She shrugged, before noticing him going down into the bunker, slowly following him inside...Though, she stopped at the stairs the moment she was going to turn around to grab the ladder, spotting Wyck and Tamara in the distance. "...Aren't they friends of yours?" The alligator questioned, pointing at the two.

[Reaver]

Yasker squinted in the distance seeing Wyck, his unnecessary associate and some other probable female hunter. "Friends is a strong word. People I have met would be more apt. Let us keep going, Wyck knows where this place is so if they require my assistance they can come inside." He would definitely need to set up traps soon, especially if hunters kept ending up around this area. Once Ghera had went down the ladder, Yasker would follow suit before leading the cultists to a corner and tying them up so they couldn't escape or attack anyone. "I believe everything and everyone has worth in this world, sometimes it might be little but worth nevertheless. I still don't know what worth these creatures could provide me so I won't kill them yet. Anyways..." Gesturing towards the statues. "I was curious if you could detect any magical residue from the statues or try to read the inscriptions on them. Since its near the lake I was hoping the language might be something you've encountered before or you might know the monster origin of it." Placing his hat on a nearby desk so he could run his hands through his hair.

Noticing the knife he had left here, Yasker picked it up, sheathing it behind his back before going on to address Sgrib. "Take everything out of the backpack, we'll need the space for other supplies if we do end up doing this journey for Houra and I'll set up the traps later. Perhaps you can try deciphering the monster language too?" As he walked up to Ghera, slipping an arm around her waist. "Really anything you can do to help me out would be greatly appreciated and I can repay you back anyway you want." Keeping his voice low and soft to make it more enticing. He also wanted some samples of her fluids to see if her magical talent would change any effects they had on humans, but she didn't need to know that.

[lilbooth]

Wyck waved them down frantically, pulling Tamara through the water and up onto the bank. She tried to call them over to help her strained throat only produced a short hoarse sounding gasp. She stared solemnly as they disappeared down within the the cultists' base. She turned back to Tamara and slid off the bank back into the river, hoping water force drove them this far would get the two of them back to town. Conventional medicine would have to do until she regained her voice and could ask for Ghera's help, and convince Axle to rally against the centaurs.

[cliffracer]

"Ugh... Looks like you found someone, huh...? ...J-Just grab my gaunts and bang 'em together if they didn't notice." She groans quietly, the water at least feeling a little soothing around the wound. It seemed like it was taking all of her focus not to succumb to the pain, but at least that was something she knew how to do well. "Hffff... Ya try and be polite... and get pierced in the shoulder. Was worth a shot..."
She gives a weak laugh.

[Nicoffee]

Tamara and Wyck

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Eventually, the two made into town, running up to Irina's home, where Mordecai was located. The doctor examined the situation and, with a tired sigh, led both of the women inside, resting Tamara on a sofa. First order of business was to actually remove the arrow. Mordecai examined it for a bit, wondering how to go about this, before he grabbed hold of the massive spear-like arrow and, first off, sawed off the end that was sticking out through her back, as to make it less painful what she would actually have to go through once he began pulling the thing out. He examined it for a little bit more before opening up his satchel of medicines and handing Tamara a bottle filled with fluids. "Here, dryder poison...It'll numb out the pain. Drink up."

He proposed, before then grabbing the arrow and yanking it off, quite unceremoniously, leaving the giant open wound on Tamara now open and bleeding. He'd have to work fast now, fixing his doctor's mask in place, he examined the situation for a bit. "Seems like it didn't hit anything too important...Lucky you. Don't try to move your arm though." He warned, before glancing through his medicine cabinet in search of something that could heal the wound..."Hydra fluid might be a good idea but...Shit. I'm out...I think I already used it all up." He grumbled, scratching his head in thought. "Okay, change of plans...I'm going to have to disinfect the wound and then just dress it up, you'll have to regenerate it more slowly, with small dosages of fluids with regenerating properties every day...Or, I dunno, something stronger, if we do manage to find something with a bit more punch." He replied, before setting another bottle close to Tamara, this one filled to the brim with troll fluids. "...There. Don't drink that yet! Your still under partial anesthesia, if you drink that now you might end up with that in your lungs and you don't want that, especially because that thing is thick as hell." He warned, before he zipped off.

Quickly returning with a bottle of alcohol and bandages, he sighed some. "...Right, so." He applied some alcohol to a patch of the bandages and quickly cleaned up the wounds on both sides, making sure the wound was at least clean before he then wrapped bandages around it, putting them up tightly, he would finally be finished, letting out an exhausted sigh. "...Right! ...So...What happened?"

Yasker

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Ghera sighed and got to examining the statues, as per Yasker's request. "I thought you wanted to talk to me...Not use me as your personal researcher." She grumbled, approaching the statues and running her fingers over the scriptures as she looked at them, trying to understand what they meant, glancing at the massive primordial plant woman statue for a moment before resuming her work. Sgrib simply shook his arms. "Nah nah nah, I don't deal with languages...I'm a more engineering kind of guy." He stated, shrugging slightly before he went off to work. As Yasker slipped his arms around Ghera, she froze up a bit, before slowly turning to him with a nervous toothy smile.

"U-Uh...Thanks...I mean...Sure...I guess." She laughed it off for a bit, before clearing up her throat and replying to him about the scriptures. "It's...Nothing I've ever seen before, I'm afraid. I thought it might be orcish for a bit there, some of the letters have a few passing similarities but...No, no luck. If we had more scriptures or points of reference, maybe we could try to figure out what each letter means...Assuming of course it even works relatively similar to any of today's alphabets." She shrugged, before turning to the statues themselves. "And this..This isn't something I've ever seen before either...I'd remember." She glanced over at the other two statues...Or well, at least, what was left of them. "Something called my attention though." She called your attention to a series of drawings on each of the statues pedestals. "This first one is all demolished, no way to tell what was here...This second one is this plant woman and, look, on the image directly below, there's a symbol of a flower or a plant of some sort." She stated, before then turning to the last statue, which was partly destroyed, only a pair of feet being left there.

"This one though...Shows a pair of feet. And the symbol is a...Pickaxe or something, maybe just a war pick." She mumbled, rubbing her chin. "That...Might mean something? I don't know."

[cliffracer]

Tamara just laughs quietly when she's given the dryder poison, glad she finally gets SOMETHING for the pain. Tamara is thanking her shoulders for being there, but she really should stop relying on them so much when taking grievous wounds... She was silent during the short operation, just nodding as Mordecai talks.

"Centauress shot at Wyck. I decided she aimed at the wrong person. She shot very hard." She takes a deep breath, clenching her teeth. "She had some big arrows, as you can see... She was untrustworthy of our intentions... not that I BLAME her..."

[Reaver]

"See! You've made more progress in a few seconds than I could have ever done!" Taking out his notebook to scribble more of what she had said and implied. "I guess that's enough of me working you, once again I can't thank you enough!" Pulling out a stool for her to sit on adjacent to the one he was pulling out for himself. "I'd bring out some fine wine for you to drink but I'm afraid I'm still breaking in the place. Anyways since you were looking for me I assume you either wanted to ask me something or tell me something. I know your father doesn't exactly approve of you talking to me so whatever you tell me would stay secret." Giving her a reassuring smile as he leaned forward on his stool, casually placing his hands on her thighs. "Like if you wanted to sneak off on an adventure with me someday." Casually joking with the idea or her helping him out in his expedition to the north.

[lilbooth]

Wyck waited by Tamara's side as the doctor worked, unsure of how she could really help. Finding a hydra didn't seem like it was a task Wyck could accomplish, and the dock already had plenty of troll spunk on hand. It didn't help that she knew nothing about medicine, other than rum and rest. On top of it all the last fight and the river jounrey had striped her of her sultry whisper. Feeling rather helpless she just sat back and awaited some instruction. She wasn't about to leave Tamara behind, to go hunting with someone else, and she still wanted that armor made. However now both the armorsmiths in town were gravely injured, meaning her new armor would have to wait. She began pacing around in frustration before slumping against a wall, looking rather defeated.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Nydia's heart sunk as her strike was evaded by the gnoll. That critical failure gave the gnoll enough time to use another of her bombs. Nydia attempted to pull back but she was already in too deep and was engulfed in the cloud of purple smoke. Almost immediately her legs began to quiver to the point that she collapsed to her knees. And the heat... Nydia removed her coat to help cool down but it was no use. She needed something else.

Instinctively, her free hand drifted between her legs where she is shocked to feel that her juices were soaking straight through her both her underwear and her pants. As her fingers rub her throbbing sex, she can't help but moan as even that muffled touch just feels so gooood... Through the haze clouding her mind she hears the gnoll asking if she's had enough... and realizes that she had. "I.... Lost...?" Nydia whispers between gasps. She cannot accept that and yet she's already dropped her rapier without even realizing it.

The burning need consumes Nydia's body and her hand alone will not be enough to satisfy it, though her pride will not allow her to beg for the gnoll's assistance. But as her eyes lock onto the bulge in the gnoll's skirt, she has the idea that she may not need to. "V-very well, I admit d-d-defeat. As we agreed upon... I am yours now..." She manages to stammer out.

[Nicoffee]

Yasker

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Ghera sighed, shaking her head slightly. "Well, to be completely honest you were the one who was all excited to talk to me, remember? You had...Questions, yes?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side. "About my magic and such, no?" She reminded, before simply shrugging. "My father is just protective, that's all...We only get one priestess for the tribe each generation so...Yeah." She clarified, nodding and crossing her legs lightly. "I'm not so sure about going on a adventure...I mean, I do have a role here that I must fulfill. But...Well...I don't know." She stated, frowning sadly.

Yasker Manip Roll - Empathy Buff (2,5,6+, 5) - 18

Ghera Comp Roll (5,1-,X) - 6

"...I don't know...Maybe? Where would we be going, exactly?" She questioned, curiosity peaked, but still conflicted.

Tamara and Wyck

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Mordecai heard the story attentively, idly toying with the edge of his medical mask, letting out a short 'hum' in response, as he seemed to be in thought. "Hmm...I see. Well, on the bright side. The wound shouldn't be anything too serious. I mean, aside from the pain, of course. The anesthesia should wear off in about an hour or so. Take your first dose of the troll junk then." He affirmed, clapping his hands together. "And ah...Be careful of centaurs in the future, yes?"

Nydia

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The gnoll chuckled happily, licking up her lips hungrily as she glared down at you, tugging at her lower clothing until she pulled them down, her herm cock springing free, already erect and ready for action, she carried a large canine-like dick, larger than any average human's but, luckily for Nydia, nothing too monstrous. There was no way to properly measure it then and there, but it was large enough she could grab it with both her hands and still leave some cock free. "Well well...So much for the high and mighty behavior from earlier, eh?" She teased, walking over to the swordswoman and grabbing her head, holding it in place. "Let's start easy for the little princess, shall we? Suck me!" She demanded, keeping Nydia's face in place while she idly pressed her crotch forward. It was at this moment that Nydia realized that this gnoll had both tools under her belt, both a penis and a cunt, given the fact the gnoll didn't specify, she could probably go for whichever she wanted.

[lilbooth]

Wyck waited beside Tamara. offering her an arm to rest on. Wyck figured she would want to go back to her shack to recover, so if Tamara wished to depart, Wyck would help her get to where she was going. Maybe we can still work on the armor... Wyck thought to herself, renewing her hope in the day. She would take Tamara home if that's what she wanted, collect her skins and return to Tamara, gathering any gear she needed. Wyck figured it would be rather slow going but with nothing else to do for the rest of the day spending it with Tamara didn't seem too bad.

[cliffracer]

Tamara huffs, smiling a little. "I won't get shot again, if that's what you mean. That thing went straight through my armor! I'm glad I at least packed some patching metal..." She sits up slowly, picking up the vial in the base of her index and middle fingers. She never did like taking spunk at room temperature, so she was just going to warm it in her hand for a little.
Tamara starts getting up, looking to Wyck.
"Go fetch those skins, Wyck. I'm going to see what kind of tools I can have lended and meet you at my shack."
With an appreciative bow to Mordecai, she heads out to do just that.

[Reaver]

Yasker smiled, trying to reassure Ghera. "I assure you my interest in you and your magic are still quite there. I've just had other priorities lately. So yes, tell me more about your magic." Approaching it more professionally this time than he had done at the lake. His notebook was out as he flipped back to the page on Ghera. "So what types of magic are you capable of besides healing? Do you think you could show me examples? I would definitely love to see it in action. Also when did you first use magic? On your own or in a lesson by the last blue-scale?" Yasker glanced up at her face, before an even better thought crossed his mind. "You know.... I am planning a trip up north, I could use a healer for the expedition. I do realize that your father would probably disapprove but I also think the best way to get results and record all your amazing abilities would be to do it in the field. What are your thoughts on that?" A healer would make the journey a whole lot easier and make recruiting other hunter easier too if they knew someone with magic was going to be accompanying them. He could tell she wanted to leave that lake and explore so what was the harm if they both got what they wanted?

[Zender_Solarheart]

Oh...sounds like Agatha's stay in Nippochin was...less than pleasant. Kenji had heard about the tentacle monsters haunting caves and other dark areas in Nippochin, but he had been led to believe that the Hunters Guild had them under control. He's not quite sure how to respond to her story about being..."set up" with one, by her own sister no less...

Of course, Agatha's playful flick at Kenji's manhood gets his attention snapped back to the present. Specifically, the fact that his hands are now at his sides, and his member's in full view of the ladies present. His cheeks flush red, but his hands don't return to his lap this time around, unless Agatha and company seem bothered by it. "Err...sorry...but in my defense, can you blame me? I mean, given the present company..." Kenji looks off to the side bashfully, trying to keep them from wandering over the womens' obviously appealing figures. There's no completely polite way to explain why one has an erection, but he figured that going the route of a compliment may help his case. It's not like he's trying to sexually harass anyone here; he's just having a similar physical event to what any straight man would, given the circumstances...

[lilbooth]

Wyck excitedly rushed back to her shack and collected her gator skins, giving mimic a few happy pats before she left. Wyck had some pretty ambition ideas for the armor, and though the whole not talking thing was going to slow them down, it didn't mean that they couldn't tan the skins and cut them to the rough shape. Wyck arrived shortly at Tamara's hut and slowly pushed open the door, the fleshy and scaley mass hanging from her arms. She gestured around the best she could and shrugged, not really seeing where the best place to put them down was...

[exalted]

Katya quickly snatched up the offered towel, wrapping it around her body as best she could before snatching up her clothes and bolting from the bath house. Hiding in a nearby alley while she got changed, she kept an eye out for Marley. If the shark didn't appear soon she would go looking for him, hoping he hadn't gotten into any trouble on his own. She planned to go out for a quick hunt in the forest before night fell and she would come back to find Wyck.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Nydia shot the gnoll a glare and opened her mouth to protest her teasing, but found herself silenced by the sight of the cock that was presented to her. Previously she had found the male genitalia repulsive and yet here she was speechless and aroused at the sight of this gnoll's dick. Perhaps because it appeared to be larger than her husband's had been. Nydia yelped in surprise as the gnoll grabbed her head and commanded her to suck.

"Ah, f-fellatio is it? V-very well, though I warn you this shall be my first attempt at such an act." She stutters, her heart racing at the close proximity to the object of her current desires. With nowhere else to go, she may as well get started. Nydia gently grips the base of the gnoll's cock to hold it steady while she tentatively licks the head. Finding that surprisingly enjoyable, the emboldened Nydia enthusiastically pops it into her mouth and begins to go down on the gnoll.

Meanwhile, her other hand slides down into her pants to directly touch her own sodden womanhood. A single finger slides past her lips, thrusting into herself and causing her to moan around the cock in her mouth. She begins to stroke the base as well as she continues to bob her head along the delicious dick with increasing intensity.