Hoonters

[cliffracer]

Tamara looked impressed at the setup Katya had snagged. Tamara herself wasn't bothered by the fact that this home must've belonged to the Ogre, only finding it fair to be used by a hunter if the Ogre was making itself a nuisance. Tamara politely declines the grog, shaking her head with a smile. "I save drinking for parties. Thank you though." She smiles and shrugs to the pigman, then nods to Katya. "I'm ready, how about you, big guy? Heh, we'll see if you end up needing my help."

[VintageBass]

A blush appears on the monkey's face upon hearing Rimmo's name. This brings up the mention of Pegning's name being changed when serving under Irena in how sexual his name was, and Rimmo's just really soldify that. It's more than likely they are not aware of what their names could mean, but thinking about it is getting the little banana below some stirring action. That was a thing that was said. Either way, it's not like Octave is going to back down on respecting the orcs and call them by their birth names, so she needs to push out her dirty thoughts and focus on the task.

"Well, it's a pleasure meeting you and helping you on your project for Dorgan," she replied, only to shiver at the mention of leeches. While she has heard accounts of the practice, the idea of having those slimy buggers on her makes her tense up and shudder repulsively. She flushes out the idea and starts thinking up of explaining the situation to Rimmo as she navigates her way towards the alchemist's shop. "Now, the reason I need you is mainly because I need help with curing someone with... let's say they've eaten something bad and I need to get it out of their system and preferably quick. With you as the doctor, I am hoping that you can help with getting it out of her and hopefully everything will be hunky-dory!"

This also has Octave bringing up plans for safer, potentially less murderous options, some of which hopefully she can pass off as not her own doing should something go wrong. The last thing she needs is someone dying by her hands and getting in trouble, so having someone who knows their craft will make it easier for her... that and getting some good potions and ingredients to help out the cause. Once at the shop, Octave casually strolls up and asks the clerk if there's anything that can be useful in treating a stomach ache.

[Reaver]

This time things went according to plan and they were on the cusp of victory. "It gave us trouble because we were unaware of what it could do." Yasker growled, not quite agreeing with the attitude Mordecai was showing. It wasn't wholly defeated and could very much kill everyone if they all left their guards down. "Ghera, stay back for a few more seconds until we secure the creature." He shouted loudly but not angrily as he retracted his chain from the arm in Mordecai's hands. "Nydia, finish the mushroom off, before Mordecai is weakened by the remaining fog." He said as he began to spin his sickle, preparing for another throw. He wasn't going to take any chances with this creature after it had killed one of his companions. His dearest wish, as he aimed his sickle at its still attached leg was that it felt the pain of dismemberment every time they took one of its limbs, it would be a good way to begin paying Sgrib back for his services. "I'm interested to see what completely severing the connection will do to this thing. Afterwards we can dispose of it, then you all can rest and have Ghera tend to you as I scout ahead." Completely immobilizing it before doing so would just be an extra precaution in case it had more tricks up its now nonexistent sleeves.

Yasker had considered burying Sgrib but he doubted such a human gesture would have meant much to him and really be more for his own comfort than to give Sgrib any kind of final peace. He knew the best thing he could do was make sure his death wasn't in vain by killing the Beholder then finishing his mission. Besides who knew how many graves he'd have to dig once this thing was over if he got into that mindset? No, his body would remain there until it decayed, Yasker would have done no different if his companion had been human. He needed to keep focusing on the obstacles ahead and planning ways of overcoming them like he had with this fire knight thing.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Fierce as the armor is, it is no match for the combined effort of everyone working to free Nydia, much to her relief. While quite fearsome before, the creature seemed almost comically pathetic as it hobbled towards her with only one leg. Nydia stepped gracefully aside as it fell to the ground where it remained. "With pleasure." She replied to Yasker's request, already on her way to pierce the mushroom as many times as needed for it to stop emitting fog.

With the deed done, she turns back to what remains of their hunting party. "I thank you all for your assistance." She begins with a slight bow. "That there was a casualty was regrettable, but we did the best we could with what little we knew of our foe." It was true that the creature could still reform, but as far as she was concerned, the battle was over.

[Nicoffee]

Katya & Tamara

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Marley the shark did as ask, taking Molly over into the house as requested. Incidentally, it came to your attention that Molly was carrying a noticeable bump in her belly, no doubt the...Attempts from earlier were giving fruit right now. Regardless, that wasn't why the bunch of you were here.

The pigman arrived at the stables and glanced over at the bound ogre, blinking a few times as she was half-asleep slowly opening up her eyes to growl angrily at the bunch of people gathered up so close to her. The pigman frowned visibly, rubbing his lower chin in thought. Before he joined both his hands and stretched them forward, cracking his knuckles as he slowly walked up to the ogre. The ogre herself squinted her eyes angrily at the pigman, a murderous glare in her eyes. "Oh look, another little "pet" for the humans...Bet you're a little pansy just like the bunch of them!" She taunted, following up with a hearty laugh.

Duolc watched the scene from a bit far away, a sly grin on her face. "...Oh, is he gonna do what I think he's gonna...Oh boy, this is gonna be fun." She chuckled. Finally, the pigman reached over and undid the bindings on the ogre, which got her pretty confused as she slowly got up and flexed her hands, letting the blood flow back through her wrists. Before anyone could do anything about it, the goblin pulled out her sword and set it in-between the two little groups. "Now now, no one interfere. Fight for dominance going down here." She warned, her eyes still locked on the two ahead of her.

The pigman clenched up his hands into fists and spread his legs apart a bit, staring over at the ogre who got the hint and smiled broadly, flexing her arms and legs around a bit. "All right...So maybe you're not THAT much of a pansy...I'm a bit sore from being held down...Let's see what you're packing, piggy." The two stared down at each other, preparing for what was sure to be one heck of a fight.

Pigman STR roll (5,5,6+,6+,6+,4,5) = 37

Ogre STA roll (3,1-,X) = 4

Or not. The pigman delivered a single swift uppercut to the chin which sent the ogre flying backwards, slamming her back against the wooden structure of the stables and causing it to shake and rumble for a bit. The ogre was still, surprisingly, conscious, but judging by how her head was spinning around and her eyes couldn't settle for remaining open or closed, she wasn't going to really give much of a reply to that. Duolc frowned, visibly disappointed. "Well, that was anti-climatic..." She sighed, putting her sword back on her back, seeing as the fight as already over.

The pigman slowly dusted off his hands, approaching the fallen ogre, who was beginning to recover her balance as she spoke up. "Th-That didn't count! I-I'm weak, from being kept captive! I wasn't ready, I want a remat-" The pigman simply crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at the ogre and raising an eyebrow. The ogre let out a long, tired sigh and shook her head. "...Fine, you won." Satisfied with that response, the pigman let out a short grunt and a nod of his head, before clipping off his belts and letting his pants fall free, letting his massive red rod spring into view.

The ogre rolled her eyes and slowly crawled over, taking the pigman's shaft into her hands and pulling it closer to her mouth, she'd begin licking, kissing, caressing and worshiping the victor's tool until it was finally erected to full mast. Once it was fully hard, she'd finish up her job by licking it from the very base, all the way to the to the head, wrapping her lips around it and giving it a hearty suckle, before dropping backwards and spreading her legs apart for him.

Duolc cleared up her throat some, a bit of a blush on her cheeks. "...Well uh...They're probably gonna be here a while...I think I'll be going to the uh...Bathroom...Or something. You guys...Staying in there?" She questioned, with an inquisitive glance.

Wyck

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"...Huh. Probably a few hours." Axle replied, tapping his fingers as he glanced around, considering your plan. "...I could probably get a fire pit and some torches going, for the fire. Let the tribesmen know and, once the time comes, they all light up their torches...Yeah, that could work. There's alcohol around, remember the bottle?" He chuckled. "Some traders were passing by, when they saw one of us coming they got scared and ran off, dropped a bunch of the stuff. I think they were planning a party or something. Well, guess there will still be one, after all." He laughed, his mood clearly brightened up a bit. "It won't be enough to actually trap all of them though, you should check with your human friends for that...Oil."

The mimic pondered about the idea of swallowing up a horse and shook her head negatively. "Yeah no...At least, not at the size I'm currently in...Maybe if I grew up a bit more." She shrugged. "But that'd take a lot of food...And time, which we don't have. I'll head back to town, just holler if ya need me, yeah?" She added, following you on the way back to the outpost, but splitting up and heading to the shack. Regardless, you next went up to Baharl, to ask for the oil and gunpowder he had.

"YOU WANT WHAT?!" He questioned, backing away a bit at the question. Josce was nearby and turned to glance over at Baharl's shock, chuckling a bit before turning back to their own things. Baharl took a deep breath and spoke again. "Listen. What do you need all my oil and gunpowder for? That's not the kind of thing I can just hand out to anyone who asks. Especially since Mordecai is out on an expedition, Irina is sick and Moira is...Well." He shook his head. "I need to keep my ship stocked! What if we have to leave the island in a hurry? I'd need the supplies to protect the ship from sea monsters." He clarified, frowning visibly.

Dorel

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Dorel STR roll (5,6+,5,4) + 2 (Dominant Force) + 2 (Orc Cum) = 24

Wynne STR roll (4,2,2) = 8

With surprising ease, you quickly adjusted your arms around Wynne's neck and gripped tightly, locking her avian head within your arms, which caused her to flail about in anger. "B-Bastard!" She cursed, flailing about for a bit before you suddenly noticed something. A little bolt of static, flowing out of her wing, then another...And another...Oh. Suddenly, she let out a blast of electricity, which snapped all around you and on the rocks!

Wynne INT roll (1-,X,2,5) = 8

Dorel STA roll (5,6+,4,5) + 2 (Thick Skinned) = 22

...And it literally did nothing. Be it through your resistances or simple sheer dumb luck, the blast of electricity literally did no damage whatsoever to you, though a quick glance around proved you that if you had been hit by one of the lightning bolts, you would probably be bearing a few burns...Not that it mattered much anyways, you weren't hit, somehow. Wynne was still stuck in your arms, clearly frustrated at her inability to actually do anything in this fight. You got the distinct she was just about to give up, but be it pride or whatever else, she was holding off on it.

Clarissa

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Tana hummed softly as she hopped on Clarissa's spider cock, her insides being stirred about repeatedly as the extent of her cunt was explored by the drider's large futa cock. Her legs wrapping around Clarissa's body for comfort as she dropped her weight against the spider girl, landing her mouth right at the base of Clarissa's neck and finding a soft spot of flesh. She delivered first a soft kiss to it before biting on it, chuckling softly before she bit down on the flesh and sucked, delivering a sharp pain as she left a very noticeable hickey on the spider girl's neck. "Don't mind me~~Just leaving a little mark so you'll remember me later." She chuckled, quickly following up by kissing the spot afterwards.

Octave

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The alchemist blinks at the question. Again, you are suddenly reminded that the actual apothecary that worked at the Outpost had been killed at the Orc uprising a few days ago, leaving only his apprentice who had knowledge of few basic potions behind. You distinctly remember Patricia being the one to take the apothecary's old notebook in for deciphering. Regardless, upon your request, the ex-apprentice was only able to come up with one thing, some kind of mixture made out of the skin of something he called a "Squonk". It was apparently used as a laxative, he warned, the taste was the stuff of nightmares over how horrible it was and it was the kind of stuff that left an aftertaste you'd still be feeling weeks after having drunk the thing.

Nydia, Kenji and Yasker

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As Nydia delivered the final blow, the mushroom finally crumbled apart, its "wounds" giving out and beginning to dribble out some kind of viscous bright blue fluid as the fungi slowly faded away from its once proud and shining state, into a simple massive, gray carcass. Just as it crumbled, however, the mist around them began to clear up, considerably fast, even. As the miasma faded off into the air above, leaving only the desolate wastes around them, now clear of the thick fog. There was still a bunch of the fog in other regions of this sector of the island, mind you. But it appeared that at least the immediate vicinities, from their entrance to this area to around the entrance of that half-grounded tower, were now completely clear of the mist.

Incidentally, the living armor, now, after Yasker having taken its other leg off, seemed to "shut down" after the mushroom was killed. The moment of the hit, the flames burned a bright red, as it did before, as it received another order to defend the mushroom, no doubt, but had no way of following through with it. But afterwards, its flames returned to blue and then died down and slowly faded away, as if the creature seemed to pass away...

Suddenly, however, it erupted into fire again, the flames this time, a bright and colorful shade of green. Most surprising of all, however...It began speaking, a deep, somewhat dumb sounding, voice, echoed from within the empty socket of its neck. "...Oh...? Hoho! Oh...Ho?" The helmet seemed to turn around a bit, examining the situation, confused. "...What...Well...This is awkward...Hello friends! I am Jadon!" He announced proudly, glancing at everyone around him, holding pieces of him as he expected some kind of answer. "...Can I have my members back?"

"No. You just tried to kill us." Mordecai spoke, giving a short, to the point answer. "Absurd! I did no such thing!" Jadon replied. "In fact...I don't...Even remember how I got here. U-uh...Maybe you can ask around for my master, Lord Ruul, he should be around...Somewhere...Probably." Mordecai simply stared, not really answering back as he turned to the other hunters. "...I don't trust this. I say we tie up its pieces somewhere and leave it here for now. Maybe we can take it to the outpost for study on the way back. Thoughts?"

Jadon loudly objected. "I'll have you know, there is nothing in me to be studied! I'm just a regular golem, nothing special here, I assure you."

[lilbooth]

"I need it so I can trap a troop of centaurs." Wyck whispered flatly in his direction. "Oil to soak the field and powder to ignite the oil, I also have some alcohol at my disposal to brighten the flame." She continued, having Barhal know her plan didn't disturb her at all, she was a hunter, though she was never invited, and he was also a hunter. If her plans weren't safe among hunters it wasn't safe at all. "I can arrange for an escort for your ship if we perhaps need to leave. And before you question if I can provide such a thing, think back to when you arrived. I did not come aboard your ship, nor Moria's, and I can say for certain I did not swim, at least not most of the way..." She jested at the veteran sea captain. "I also don't need all of it. A barrel of each may be just fine. I need 150 feet of powder as a minimum, and any oil you can spare. I don't plan to capture many centaurs, hut I should be able to offer you one in exchange for the supplies. If however my plan fails, and I manage to live then I'll sign on your ship for a year." She offered. She had no intention of swindling Barhal but she doubted that there was gunpowder anywhere on the island, the oil may be another story but lanterns didn't seem very common either. Even some beef or pork lard would work, but it would be much easier to see around the lake. Hopefully, the centaurs would get close enough that her song would pull them right up to the water giving the gators a group of easy targets, and the fire would keep them from escaping. She waited anxiously for Barhal's response, eager to find out if she would have to search elsewhere for supplies.

[Meep Meepersons]

Dorel Grinned as she managed to lock her victim in her arms, hooking her fingers to aid in said locking. The bird girl's flailing seemed fruitless against her strength and ability to subdue her prey. She had a lot of experience given her main source of food was monster fluids. "So, give up...." Before she could finish her sentence she was cut off by a sudden spark, then another, and soon lighting was firing off all around her. This made her tense up in brace of pain, but then nothing, nothing at all. "yet?" She finishes, looking at the lighting scorches all around her on the rocks. Grinning she redoubles her grip and slowly begins to tighten it, fully intending to cut of air and blood flow to the bird-kitty's brains. "I don't wanna accidentally break your neck Ms.Bird-Kitty, so please surrender so we can get to the fun stuff~" She coos playfully, still slowly tightening her grip.

[exalted]

"... but not surprising, Ogre have glass jaw." Katya mused on the goblin's comment about the fight, remembering her own bouts with the beast, "Ogre have bulldog mouth, but puppy dog ass."

As the scene progressed Katya felt the now familiar stirrings in her gut and loins and understood the goblin's discomfort. A part of her too wished to leave the area, but she knew she needed to stay here and make sure the job was done.

"I could milk you now, if you wish?" She told the goblin, "Give you head start on collections?"

"As bonus for speedy job, you may avail yourself of Shark Marley, Tamara?" She added, "He already bred Shark Molly, so no urgent demand on his seed at this time."

[VintageBass]

Yes, there was multiple mentions of the old alchemist and Octave's take on the news. All she was hoping was there being something in stock that can be used to get some seeds out of Irena's stomach, without speaking that out loud, and she got what she came here for. However upon getting the bottle that was supposed to be made out of a squonk, Octave shudder even more from the leeches. That description even has the monkey gagging at the description, with some vomit slowly coming up. That kind of description is something she can do without as with the stuff she deals with, just that vivid of a description will create a clear taste in her mouth and will go through the motions to get it out.

It's perfect!

Octave pays for the concoction and thanks the apprentice, waving him off as she leaves the apothecary to then head off to Irena's. With a smile on her face, the monkey goes over her options one more time, now fitting the laxative into the mix to see where she can put some of this in. It'll be one thing to hand the potion to Irena to drink up, but she's not cruel enough to do that to her. Octave looks over at Rimmo and holds the bottle up to him. "Since you're more medically inclined than I am, you have any idea what'll be a good amount to give to Irena once we get to her?" she asked the orc. "Given how potent the stuff is, I don't want to overpower her with drinking the whole bottle, although given from what I heard about your treatment under her, it may be a little good to get back at her without doing something to kill her..."

The monkey chuckles nervously at that, seeing she really doesn't want to have a dead Guild Leader on her hands, nor with Rimmo's. Sure it means it's not on her if he's the one giving the doses, but the less trouble the two of them can get in, the better. There can be others that could take the fall for her if the worst comes, however the moment she steps inside of the building, there's no turning back for her. All Octave needs to do is put her plans into action and get those seeds out. Once inside of the building, Octave looks for wherever Irena is and gives her a friendly wave to greet herself. "Heyo, how are you doing?" she asked in a very friendly tone. "You doing any better after that little incident in the forest?"

[cliffracer]

Tamara was rather impressed at the quick end to the fight, even though she already got a taste of the pigman's strength previously. Tamara ended up internally debating what she'd need to do to get on that level of physical strength, humans did need to work a bit harder to match that... She looked off in her own world for a moment as the situation made its turn towards the sexual, and it took Katya asking her a question to snap out of it.

"Eh? You're saying he's available, then? Well, sounds like a good way to start the moneymaking on my end before we explore the other possibilities Duolc had lined up." She shrugs, looking back at the pigman and ogre for a moment before starting to head out of the stables. "Besides, it's a good way to pass the time while the big guy's busy. I'll go see about Marley, Katya." She grins, waving to the other two as she heads towards the house proper. Now she was glad she left her cuirass at home.

[Nicoffee]

Wyck

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Baharl let out a long sigh, slowly rubbing his temples as he seemed to be mulling over what you said in his head. "...Aye, fine. You'll get your cumshaw." He concluded, getting the feeling he was going to regret that later. "But I'll hope you keep up on the offer. Get me one of the centaurs, live." He stated, setting up his terms. "Centaur fluids are worth...Well, not that much. But a fair bit, in the right hands. And no one around has tried around the local centaur's fluids yet, who knows, they might have special properties." He stated, a big smile on his face. "...If you could get a female one too, that'd be nice." He concluded, slapping both his hands against his legs. "...Let's get going then." He announced, getting up from his seat and heading out with Wyck over to his ship, passing Octave with a big tall orc on the way out as the monkey girl entered Irena's home, where he'd hand over a barrel of gun powder and a bottle full of oil. The captain would take the barrel over his shoulder, insisting on carrying it. "I'll take it to...Wherever you're taking this thing. So...Where we headed?"

Octave

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Octave arrived at Irena's home, which the Veteran hunters were using as a sort of HQ still. Just in time as Wyck and Baharl had walked out of the front door! Great! That meant that the place would be empty- Oh. No, it wasn't. They didn't say or do anything, at most, you think they might've let out a short nod when you entered with Rimmo. Josce, the Light, the other Veteran hunter that had arrived a few days after yourself. Clad in full plate and fur armor, from head to toe. They watched you carefully, or at least, you got the feeling that their red eyes did, under the darkened visor. Irena was lying down in her bed, not fully paralyzed, but the way how she struggled to move led you to think she wasn't exactly in top tier condition either.

"...Oh, the monkey girl...Octave, right?" Irena chuckled, grunting in pain as she adjusted herself into a sitting position. She noticed Rimmo and raised a brow. "And you took on Ricky...Nice to know he's getting a nice home." Rimmo seemed to frown a bit upon being called that, though you can guess why Irena changed up their names, you distinctly remember Pegning saying she gave new names to everyone. Regardless, she seems to take a deep breath as she addresses your question. "...Not really, I'm afraid." She confessed, slowly opening and closing up her hand. "I still have control over my body now but...I don't feel like I'm fully in control of it. I was talking with Josce and the other Veterans...If I die, Josce is taking over as local Leader...And Baharl will be leaving to the Capital to bring in the Blood Legion." Blood Legion? It took you a moment, but you distinctly remembered having heard about that Legion when you first became a Hunter. They were an elite hunter group, of sorts. Though they were particularly known for not being as...Friendly as most hunters were to monsters.

In fact, that's where their name came from, they were known for being downright bloodthirsty and murderous...Definitely not the kind of people you'd want around for your current plans...Then again, if anyone could help with Taphacia...

"But at any rate." Irena cut you off from that train of thought. "I don't think you came here just to check on my health...Can I help you with something?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side slightly.

Dorel

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The griffon let out a sigh, a defeated and annoyed sigh. "Fine! I surrender! Let go of my neck, damnit!" She shouted, patting your arms so you would let go of her neck. "...Can't believe I got beaten like this." She cursed, clenching her beak tightly before she simply took a deep breath and recovered her composure. There was a puff of smoke and next thing you knew, you were now holding onto the griffon in her more human-like form again. "...Unbelievable..." She cursed, still annoyed at her defeat, but willing to keep up her word, apparently. She reached over for the little bits of clothing that covered her up, a small white robe which covered up her whole body in her human form, was barely a skirt in her monster form. Clipping them off and letting the cloth slide down her body, revealing her big round breasts out into the air. Her small ears twitched slightly. "...So...What do you want to do first?" She questioned, puffing up her cheek some.

Katya & Tamara

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Duolc flushed up red upon the offer, scratching the back of her red head for a bit as she mulled over. "...Yeah, sure, I guess...But uh...You should probably know...I'm kind of packing...Another sword, down there." She confessed, glancing away in shame. "...Just...Letting you know, ahead of time." She stated, glancing around a bit only to see that the Pigman was now holding onto both of Ogre's legs as handles while he pistoned his cock in and out of the ogre, making noticeable bulges in her belly as his massive prick rammed its way in and out of her. The stables nearly shaking with each of his strong thrusts. A small tent began to form around Duolc's skirt as she watched, gulping drily. "So uh...How do you Hunters do this whole...Milking thing?" She questioned, waiting for Katya to take the first move.

Meanwhile, Tamara went into the house looking for Marley, once inside. She'd quickly spot the thresher shark man sitting on a small couch, fiddling with what appeared to be a small ball of yarn and a crochet hook, trying to figure out how they worked. He didn't really wear any clothes, save for the fluffy hat he had bought a while ago. Originally, he and the other sharks had some pieces of armor for clothing, but there was no point using those within home, so right now, he was in the nude, leaving his twin shark cocks out in the open. Once you approached, he looked up at you with a big toothy smile. "Oh! Hello! Did Katya ask for me or something?"

[exalted]

Katya's eyes went wide as Duolc confessed her secret, interest peaked. She had never seen or heard of such a thing in the beasts she had trapped before, and her mind raced through the possibilities. Gathering the things she would need, Katya picked up the goblin and propped her up, sitting on a large round fence post to give Katya working room. Grabbing some leather straps she tried to lash the goblins legs to fence railing either side of the post, explaining it was for safety. She didn't want the goblin to lose her balance in the heat of passion and fall off or accidentally kick out and hit her. It also meant Katya would have the working space she would need without interference if the goblin got all bashful again. She left the knots on the top of the goblin's leg where she could easily reach and reminded her that the pigman was still about so nothing funny would happen.

Placing a few bottles on the next railing down but still in easy reach, she tentatively rolled up the goblin's skirt to see what she was working with.

[MelissaB]

Moaning at the love bite she looks up at the bunny girl and nods her lips parted as she groans with pleasure her hips firing off on instinct, driving herself to the hilt in Tana over and over again, pre and lube being poured into her love tunnel to prepare her for the coming insemination and morph into an incubator. "Ah... going... so close." She cries out a hand on tana's shoulder to help her come slamming down,soon a large bulge pressing against her folds before Clarissa cries out in orgasm, her cum and eggs firing and forcing their way into Tana's body, spreading her cunt wide around the drider eggs as they push up and force themselves into her womb, squeezing past her cervix before finding a home in her womb. Clarissa's six arms cling to Tana holding her perfectly still as her abdomen ripples and shrinks with each passing moment as it releases it's payload into Tana.

[VintageBass]

OK, so she's not going to be alone with the Guild Leader after all. Sure there is the orc accompanying her, but she wasn't expecting Wyck, Baharl and Josce to be here and for the latter to be sticking around. This may put a bit of hinderance to her other plans for the Guild Leader, but that just means she can go through with her other plans. All she needs is to drop a couple drops of the laxative into a drink, serve it up and see about doing some other things to help out for the Guild Leader!

Speaking of, when Irena asked why she's here, Octave beams and claps her hands. "Actually I am here just for that!" she stated proudly, rubbing her hands together. "There's word coming from the underground about your condition and I'm simply here to help you out of your little funk! After what happened with the alraune, there was something going on at my place that was trying to see what was the cause of your illness and I'm here with the solution!" Her optimism faded for a moment when she heard Rimmo's name when he was under Irena, feeling the shame he felt, but quickly goes back to her chipper self. "My friend, Dr. Rimmo, had some help with Patty in creating this and it should help out with that upset tummy you have!" She is clearly lying through her teeth about where she got the potion from, while proudly waving it off, but it shouldn't matter where it came from as long as it does its job.

"So, I'll let Rimmo give you a bit of this to have while I get something for you to drink," Octave added, stepping away from the group to go rummaging around the place for a drinking glass and some water to pour. "I'm gonna warn you that the stuff has a bad taste, so it'll be good to wash it away, right? Also if you're still feeling sore, I do have a few tricks to help loosen up those muscles of yours to get you all limber up again!" Even if that doesn't work, she does need to be on Irena's good side, and subsequently Josce's since he's watching her, to make sure she's not here to fuck her over.

Although if things do go over smoothly, would Irena like to be fucked over? Octave's feeling a little frisky after the orcs had their way with her back at the stables. It could be a good way to celebrate her feeling better and not be in control of an all=powerful flower creature inhabiting this island. But that might wait after Irena finishes up in the bathroom. For now, Octave gets herself whatever drink is on hand for the leader to drink and watch what happens next.

[lilbooth]

"The lake." She whispered coolly "We could take the dingy up through the marsh if you prefer not to walk the whole way." She offered, she either boarded the small vessel or began walking towards the lake, whichever suited Baharl. "A troop of centaurs from the plains believes that the gators at the lake have captured their princess. I have spoken with the leader of the gators and he denies the accusation, and I have been made a member of the tribe." She paused and flourished her armor slightly, running her hands over the scales."Whether or not he lies I do not know, but the centaurs will return and try to find their princess. The gators do not wish to be trampled over, and I already have a grudge against the centaurs, so we are to lure and trap them near the water's edge, allowing the gators to pull the centaurs into the water, where they will have no chance. I will do my best to secure you a centaur but I can not guarantee they will be unharmed. My arrows have no soft points." She said with a slight chuckle. "I do appreciate what you have done for me since I have arrived. I have not known many so generous as you." She whispered, planting a kiss on the captain's cheek. "I do not doubt there will be a celebration at the lake if we make it through the battle, I'm positive the chief would welcome you to join us, if not I can see you rewarded the following night." She whispered, giving Baharl a sultry wink.

With the pleasantries and travel out of the way. Wyck called for a few gators to gather up as much alcohol as they could and meet her by the deepest shore of the lake. while they sought after the booze she had another carry relieve Baharl of his carrying duty and follow her as she prepared the trap. "Thank you again captain." She said as she gave him a more-than-friendly embrace. After seeing off Baharl, she quickly had as many gators as she could manage help her with laying the trap. She also sent one to fetch Axle while she made preparations. The goal was to construct a half circle of gunpowder near the deepest shore of the lake if there was a spot with a decent bank and a dropoff that would be preferable. Anywhere that the gators could pull the centaurs into the water where they could not stand. After the powder was poured in a thin line, is as perfect a half circle she could manage, she would take an extra and produce an X within the circle. She would then take any bottle of alcohol the gators and portion out her oil among them, then they would soak the earth on either side of the powder for two feet in each direction. With nearly all the preparations complete she would meet with Axle. "The land is soaked and the powder is set." She began, addressing the chief and any nearby gators. "Hide your best warriors in the waters close to the shore, and put the rest near our circle, not so many for them to suspect an ambush though. Two of your men will need to ignite the powder from the outside. Then the only way into or out of the fight is the water. If you have scouts or something of the like have them signal to us as soon as hoofs approach the lake. Have your warriors seal their ears best you can, cloth, mud, wax, corks even. When we can see the centaurs I will begin to sing and tell them to drink of the lake, I will rest near the shore with our trap and with any luck they will loose their will under my voice" She paused to take a long deep breath, she was beginning to shake with excitement, or apprehension, it was hard to tell. "When my singing stops, and you will know when it does we ignite the powder and charge them within the flame, pulling them into the water and tear them asunder. I do need to leave one of them of alive, a female is preferable, but either will do. And if we manage one of each, I would be grateful." She concluded as she stepped backward into the water, beckoning for Axle and his warriors to follow suit.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Nydia tilts her head, regarding the self described golem curiously as she's not entirely what to make of it's drastic change in personality. Mordecai didn't trust this Jadon, she suspected Yasker likely wouldn't as well, and she couldn't blame them for that. But something about the dramatic shift made her believe that he was sincere in some way. "Mordecai, you said that the fog was an aphrodisiac, but perhaps that isn't the case. Perhaps it was... controlling this golem somehow?" She suggests before turning to address Jadon.

"Greetings Jadon, my name is Nydia." She introduced with a polite smile and bowing ever so slightly. "I am afraid that whether you remember it or not, you did indeed attack us. That does leave us in a bit of a precarious situation where I do not believe we can trust you. But... Perhaps you might be able to regain our trust by assisting us. Might you be willing act as a guide on our journey through this land, and once our mission is complete we would return your limbs to you?" Nydia put on her most charming smile as she attempted to negotiate with the golem. Who knew how long he had been under the thrall of that mushroom and it's fog but surely the lay of the land would still be familiar to him.

[Nicoffee]

Katya

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Duolc simply blinked in confusion as she was taken around by Katya and tied over to the post. She couldn't deny this felt...Rather awkward. But given the whole context of what she had gone through the past few hours, she wasn't really about to give a damn now. With a shrug, she let the huntress do her thing and get her all prepped up for the "milking" that was about to come. As the goblin's skirt was rolled out of the way, all of her genitals quickly came into view. The goblin was sporting both sexes, her slit somewhat glistening from watch the two big guys going at it and, following along the line of her pussy, where a clitoris would be, she instead had a growing green cock. It appeared to be around half-mast at this point and while it wasn't anything massively thick like Dorgan's tool, it was definitely growing to be just as long.

Clarissa

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Tana let out a short 'eep' followed by a moan as Clarissa unloaded her cum and eggs right into Tana's wombs, she dropped her weight against the spider girl's frame and allowed the entire length to be shafted inside of her as it released its pent up load, her belly quickly swelling with all the eggs that were slowly being laid within it. Tana's own pussy reaching its climax and loosening up just enough to fit in all eggs. "Sho...Fhull..." Tana hissed, her belly now bloated with Clarissa's excessive amounts of eggs, the spider's as well as her own cum slowly dribbling out of her snatch, through whatever little space it managed to find in-between the tight fit. Clarissa's cock still inside, and all. The bunny girl slowly sighed and rubbed her hand over her swollen belly, feeling up the eggs now within her. "...Well then...I'd say you unloaded quite a few eggs." She chuckled. "...Feeling better? Or do you want a round two, dear?" She proposed, kissing Clarissa right where she had left a hickey earlier. "...Maybe after you go catch my package?"

Octave

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"Rimmo? Huh, you're calling them by their old names?" She began chuckling some. "Well, to each their own." She carefully listened in to what you had to say, frowning some and tilting her head to the side after you were done. "...Huh. I don't think the two of you are gonna be able to figure out what's wrong, no offense. I mean, Mordecai IS a doctor...A HUMAN doctor, and he hasn't gotten any success at all." She stated, glaring at Rimmo for a bit before she shrugged. "Oh what the hell...Might as well." She stated, taking the bottle from Rimmo's hands and just immediately swallowing the whole thing down, not wanting to actually give it enough time for her to feel the taste of it.

She was...Completely silent and still for a moment, before she quickly began gesturing around with her hands. "...Help me up...Now...Bathroom...NOW!" She begged, desperate, Josce hurriedly came along too and helped you carry off Irena to the bathroom, closing the door behind her to give the woman some privacy. There was no way of seeing what was going on in there, but the sounds were downright disgusting. I'm not gonna go into detail here, but Irena was definitely not having a good time in there after having drunk that.

Josce stared off at the closed door and then turned to Octave and Rimmo, her arms crossed as she glared at the two of you, her bright red eyes discernible through the darkness of her helmet's visor. "...What the hell was in that thing?"

"Oh...God...It's EVERYWHERE." Irena whined from within.

Josce turned her head only slightly in worry, then back to Octave and Rimmo. "...Of course, Baharl leaves just before this goes down and leaves me with the headache...Lucky bastard."

Wyck

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Baharl had no issue just carrying things over on his own all the way to the lake, listening in to your explanation regarding what you were doing with the powder and what not. After having dropped the barrel, however, Baharl simply shook his hands negatively. "Nah, I'll pass on the fight and party, thanks. I need to hang around with Josce and Irena." He stated, before letting out a short sneeze, excusing himself. "...Huh...Someone must be talking about me." He pondered out loud, before shrugging. "I'll be headed back to Irena's place. You can meet up with me after your little turf war here is over." He stated, chuckling a bit at the embrace. "Do try not to get sent to old Jones's locker, will ya?" He stated, nodding his head towards you before heading over back to the Outpost.

Axle slowly approached, glancing over the stuff that Baharl had brought over and at you. Having been summoned in by your request. He carefully listened in to your plan and began barking over to the gators to follow your orders, the gators quickly positioning all around the lake to prepare for the skirmish that was about to come down. As Axle watched everyone move into place, he chuckled, turning to you. "If this works out, remind me to reward you with...Something. We'll figure it out afterwards." Listening in to the request of a live centaur, one of each gender, he let out another laugh. "Alive, sure. Can't promise they won't have a few broken bones though." He warned, before grabbing some cloth and ripping it to pieces, to cover his ears with, later.

You waited on the camp for about half an hour after that. Everyone waiting at their positions, Axle decided he'd wait sitting right in his throne, arguing that if he was missing, then it'd be a dead giveaway to the centaurs something was off, though it put him in quite a vulnerably position, relatively speaking. Suddenly, a whistle echoed from not too far off, warning of the centaurs approach. The view of them slowly formed over the horizon, there was eighteen of them. Eight armed with massive spear bows, much like the one that other centaur from earlier was using. Nine of them armed with long swords. And one of them, their leader, it would seem, armed with a massive Halberd. The leader was a male and, amongst their group, there were four females and the rest were males.

Their leader stepped up to Axle.



"We did not find the princess...Which means one of two things, either she is not here...Or she's hiding in your camp. We ask one more time NICELY that we be allowed to have a look around. This is the last time we'll ask." Axle already had the cloth in his ears, so though he saw the centaur speaking, he didn't really catch on much of what he said, he turned his head around and put a hand to his ear, mockingly. "Sorry I didn't really catch that, could you repeat?"

Nydia, Yasker and Kenji

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Hearing Nydia's words, the armor seemed to shake its head negatively. "Unconceivable! I would never attack a human! Lord Ruul would have my core if I did that!" He announced, clearly outraged. Though, upon the request of guiding their group around, he seemed to glance about the mushroom wastes confusedly. "...Well uh...I could try but...This place doesn't look a whole lot familiar to me." He confessed, trying to roll around his torso so he could get a better view around. "...We're still in the Kingdom of Loth, right?" He questioned, seeing the tower you all had spotted earlier. "...Wait...That looks familiar...But..." The golem seemed to only be getting more confused the more and more he looked around. "What year is it?" He questioned, rather confused.

Mordecai blinked a few times at the question. "...1246 since the Founding of the Guilds..." He replied, figuring that it would at least earn an interesting answer.

"...What Guilds?" The golem asked, only further confused.

[VintageBass]

Somehow in the middle of this, Octave manages to find a glass to work with along with it filled up with some water. Despite her warning, she watches Irena practically chug the whole potion down and immediately witnesses the effects kicking in. She wasn't expecting that to take effect immediately, but with how fast Josce moved her into the bathroom, it's a miracle there isn't anything trailing towards it. Even with her kind, hearing what is going on behind that door would make every one of her species turn away in disgust by how horrific those sounds are made. Octave flinches in disgust, now craving to get herself a bath instead of being here for much longer, yet she's going to stick her ground until there is some news about the seeds inside of her.

Josce spoke up about what she gave to the leader, and Octave lets out a sigh. "It's a laxative," she replied bluntly. "It's... something from a squonk, I recall, and it's not the most pleasant of things to have. I'm only giving it to her because there's something inside of Irena that made her lose control and I want to flush it out of her. So, I was thinking that the best way would be to get a laxative, feed it to her, and then let nature run its course." The monkey raises a finger to a cheek and gives it a sheepish scratch. "It's not the best idea, but I'm trying to look out for my leader and want to help whatever way I can."

So yeah, now it's time to simply wait it out and hopefully Irena isn't in too bad of a mood once she leaves. This has her thinking about a couple of things, one of which is about throwing in a warning about not taking too much of the potion to the point of where she is now. The next was something that wasn't talked about before, but it might be good to get it done here while Octave waits.

So the Blood Legion that Irena brought up. Maybe there was a reason that Octave didn't think about this at first since she has nothing to worry about. However, now she has the time, just the name alone means trouble for her, especially with her being more neutral and pacifistic... at least after the orc uprising. If it was something she heard about, she forgot about it and never paid any mind to it since she was thinking about trying to cure her madness at the time. Now if Baharl is going out to meet up with them, this could bring in players that will definitely change the tide of things and will make life hell for not only her but everyone else. Taphacia may enjoy the chaos that may ensue, but if these people are going to get too bloodthirsty to the point of there's no more blood to be shed on this island, then there's an angry snake demon herm that has some choice words for the Blood Legion. Whatever is the case, there is a fight coming and Octave needs to prepare herself for it, whether it's against the demon she brought with her, the madman hunter-hunting Yasker or the Blood Legion.

So Octave got herself comfortable in a chair and tries to tune out the noises coming out of the bathroom and looks towards both men to see what's going on. "So... do you two do anything for fun?" she asked in an attempt to lighten things up.

[MelissaB]

Mewling Clarissa merely nods and clings to her, caressing and hugging her firmly as she pulls the bunny girl on top of her, a pair of hands moving form her body as she grabs and spins some spider silk form her abdomen and begins to layer it over the bunny girl's body, wrapping her up in the soft silk strands. "I could put eggs in you all day." She murmurs with pure affection and desire. before she looks up at her and nods. "I can go do that... maybe fill you from another hole next time... that one is kinda full." She giggles and begins to withdraw from Tana's body her hands still trying to wrap her up in silk.

[lilbooth]

With the centaurs arriving and their leader within sight Wyck snuck a final breath from the surface and plunged herself deep on the lake. With her eyes shut tight and, arms outstretched she began to sing. Within the water powerful waves of force echoed out from her body, washing over any and all creatures within. On the surface, there was barely a ripple. Despite the disturbance below, the water sat in pure serenity, smooth and sparkly as crystal. Within moments, her voice escaped the depths and a sweet soft lullaby flowed like a warm breeze. Her words were slow and powerful, each a stream of thick honey enveloping any unshrouded ears. Near no creature alive had ever heard a siren's song, and never had any creature heard something so angelic, as the harmonic produced from the lake on this day.
If you have forgotten water lilies floating
On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,
If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance,
Then you can return and not be afraid.
Her song began, tempting the eyes and ears of all around to focus upon the lake. Her first verse was for intrigue, confusion, a yearning for more.
The answers you seek are quickly approaching,
drink from thy water oh powerful steed,
a reward for patience,
weapons and armor thou do not need

She beckoned to the centaurs, as he body slowly rose towards the surface.
But if you remember, then turn away forever
To the plains and the prairies where pools are far apart,
There you will not come at dusk on closing water lilies,
And the shadow of mountains will not fall on your heart.

She concluded as she violently thrust her hand toward the lake's edge, signaling for the fire to be lit. She could not fire her bow from within the water but she dare not make her way to the shore and be targeted by the centaurs powerful weapons. She would wait for the gators to attack and help dispatch any centaurs pulled into the water. Credit for part of the song to Rainer Maria Rilke