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Re: Hoonters

Postby exalted » Mon May 30, 2016 5:25 am

"Your fault? Your fault!" Katya fumed as she paced back and forth, "I deal with Satyr issue, this place best be cleaned up by time I done."

Storming off, she stomped her bay down to the stables. Grabbing a stool, she placed it in front of the satyr and sat down angrily, pulling aside the Satyr's loin cloth and grabbing his junk firmly.

"You get hard now." She ordered, "Milking time."
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Re: Hoonters

Postby VintageBass » Wed Jun 01, 2016 2:46 pm

And she was certainly right to be suspicious of the grey orc in question, but now things have gotten a bit for the worse. In her mind getting rid of the other players just so they're left with him is just going to be deadly as there's no one else to surround him and he has free range to pin them off one by one. So this really got her interest in getting that orc out as fast as they can all the more prevelant since, if he's such a badass on the field, getting him out will be beneficial to their gameplay. Everyone else is slightly uncertain... well, more with Ziung and the Child, but it's not going to be too hard to read them the further the game goes along. The main thing to worry about is staying alive and making sure they're capable of capturing the ball or dodging it without getting killed by it.

The moment she hears the words, a quick glance over to the side reveals that Rimmo didn't react fast enough to get himself going. This is going to be bad if he's not able to play defense once the ball is on the other team's side. On the plus side, having the others tripped up to get the ball, and her jumping higher to grab onto it certainly gain some favor in this game... until reality kicks in for a moment and she gets sent crashing down into the ground. A string of nonsensical words came out of her mouth before she hits the ground, more out of her doing her best to lift the ball up, but that seems to be a bit of an issue. Nevertheless it's not impossible for her to actually lift it up and carry it, with the other orcs joking about her less than impressive strength.

Octave scoffs at that. "Well... I can swing around a staff filled with every known weapon possible, which... weights more than this... silly thing!" she stated, slightly stumbling as she lifts the ball up to prepare it to throw. Before she even does, what is the strategy here? Given that she's struggling to carry the ball in her hands, would this mean she has enough power in her to even toss it, let alone hit someone with it? It's certainly not going to play well if she throws it over to the grey orc, else she's going to be kissing herself goodbye. There's also throwing it over to Pegning or Gharol and letting them have a chance to do some heavy damage, but still there is that fear lingering around in her mind.

So, let's go for a more easier target, shall we? Getting all the strength she has, Octave lines up her aim onto the Child and got herself winding up before chucking the ironball across the field.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby cliffracer » Fri Jun 03, 2016 1:58 am

Tamara laughs quietly, a little embarassed that her attempt to play it cool didn't quite work. "Don't worry, Katya. I've got it covered."

She addresses Duolc once Katya has departed, ending up blushing a little. "Hopefully worth more than the time I'm gonna be taking cleaning up. I kinda underestimated how much 'bitey' had in him, I think I ended up getting him to cum three or four times, and that's dual-hosed..." She tucks the bottles in to her pack, getting the rest of her clothes on. "Was there a river around nearby? I feel like it's gonna take a deep wash and some sun to get these couch cushions clean..."
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Re: Hoonters

Postby Reaver » Wed Jun 15, 2016 11:23 pm

It was hard for Yasker not to grin even as he began to plummet towards a probable death. In the face of failure and death, his past few days had advanced his group's agenda by decades and believe or not, he had enjoyed himself immensely. But above all and the most important fact was that his ideal future did stand a chance, with or without him. Besides how many people could say that had fought with a mechanical beholder and was giving it good fight? "So out of 10 how much have you been underestimating us?" He taunted before letting go of the goblin dagger and holding the other one with his teeth, knowing he didn't have enough time to properly sheathe them. By now, anyway he could think of to stop himself from dying on impact was going to either hurt a lot or possibly expedite the process so when he pulled out both of his chain-sickles to try something. He was already trying to estimate how many ribs he might bruise or break doing this. There wasn't even going to have time to try and help out Kenji since every second mattered and his plan didn't have room for another, a shame since the warrior had more than proved his worth to Yasker.

One twirl and then he threw both of them upwards hoping to catch it on a ledge, a crack in the floor or anything that would either slow his descent or completely stop it. His confidence was high, they hadhurt it, they knew how to fight it and now they had forced it to change tactics. Victory was on the horizon now and nothing would stop him.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby Nicoffee » Thu Jun 16, 2016 1:17 am

Katya

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You stomped your way back to the stables, finding the Satyr tied down exactly where you had left him. Well, sort of, he had been twisting around a bit and was currently in the process of trying to bite his way out of the gag when you got there, finding him with his teeth partway stuck into the cloth, with an awkward cough he slowly turned his attention to you, raising a brow towards your figure as he watched you walk back and forth and place a stool in front of him.

You pulled his little article of clothing aside, revealing a sheath for his caprine cock. Due to the way how his member worked, it took you a few simple pokes to get it out, revealing what was beneath, it wasn't particularly thick, instead it was almost like an elongated red spike, somewhat crooked over at the end. It was definitely larger than your average farm goat's dick though, but not by much.

The Satyr raised a brow at you and seemed to be trying to say something through his gag, unintelligible, but judging from his demeanor, his raised brow and that condescending look on his face, you could only guess he was trying to talk more shit. One way or another, you ordered him hard and there you had it, now it was a matter of figure out how to squeeze it out of him.


Tamara

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"A river, huh? Yeah, I think there's one nearby...I don't have a perfect idea of how this area works, but I recall running water not far from here, this way." Duolc announced, slowly walking up and lifting up one side of the couch. Though she seemed to be strong enough to do so with a fair amount of ease, her diminutive size made it a bit complicated for her to carry around the thing without dragging it about. "...Give me a hand here?" She requested, while organizing the sofa right above herself.

Soon, the two of you found yourselves headed for said river with the sofa in tow above you. "...You know, the other human asked me if I wanted to join her farm...I refused but uh...Do you think that'd be a quick away to get money? I mean...For the sake of my sister and all." Duolc questioned, making idle chat on the way. The river wasn't far off though and soon came into view-

"Wait...What?!" Duolc panicked, suddenly dropping the sofa and walking off ahead only to find that the entire river had, apparently, gone dry. "...How is that even possible?! We were here an hour ago at most!" She growled, rubbing the back of her head before looking up the way of the river, only to find a massive dam, made out of fallen trees and pieces of wood, built right up ahead, blocking the water from going through. "...Since when is that there...?" Duolc blinked, rubbing her lower chin for a bit. "...Did any of you humans build that?"


Octave

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With a deep breath, Octave firmly grasps the iron ball in her hand and prepares for a toss, twisting her body around to toss it with ALL OF HER STRENGTH.

Octave STR Roll (1) - 1

As you attempt to throw the ball forward, it slips off your hand, lands on your foot and after letting out a loud yelp, you accidentally send the ball rolling over to the opponent's side. Well, that was embarrassing, you were pretty sure the entire clan all around you was laughing at you right now, the sound of laughter was echoing all around and coming even from Zinug, as he calmly went to pick up the ball. The herm orc beside him was gracious enough to at least try and cover her mouth to hide her giggling. Surprisingly, the gray orc's expression didn't even hint of change, be it due to respect or a lack of humor, his face remained stone cold as he waited to see what Zinug would do.

The orc chieftain raised the ball up to his face, his laughing slowly going down to a chuckle. "You know, I got another idea...After you lose, I'm making you the clan's clown or something, you're just too good." He taunted, for better or for worse, it seemed like he was going to make the throw himself, his eyes scanned over your team and spun it in his hand for a bit. He tossed it up into the air and then grabbed it tightly in his hand before twisting his entire weight to throw the ball at full speed towards Rimmo!

Zinug STR roll (4,1-,X,3) - 8
Rimmo DEX roll (5,4) - 9

Rimmo ducked to the side, barely dodging being hit as the ball grazed the feathers of his clothing, hitting the dirt behind him and lodging itself into it. Gharol quickly went and pulled the ball out of the ground, dusting it off as she walked up a bit closer to the front before making her throw, aiming at the big bulky guy in the back.

Gharol STR roll (3,6+,3,5) - 17
Big Orc DEX roll (6+,3,6+,2) - 17

The orc reacted with surprising speed, more than you were expecting for sure, but it wasn't good enough, as the ball bumped against the edge of his shoulder and then bumped off to the side, he slowly rubbed the place where he was hit. "...Ow." He mumbled, in a low, gravely voice. Gharol pumped her fist proudly as the big guy slowly walked off the field, sad that he didn't even get to make a single throw before being taken out. "...Right." Zinug started, apparently deciding he was going to take this a bit more serious now. "Firgening, you're up." The gray skin quickly dashed over to the ball and zipped his way to the front line for a better short, gripping the ball tightly into his hands his eyes locked on Gharol, who quickly spotted herself in a heap of trouble.

Firgening STR roll + IRON CHAMPION (CRITS AWARDS 2 DICE) (6+,6+,1-,X,3, 4,3,4,6+,6+,4,4,5) - 79

Gharol DEX roll (3,2,1-) - 6

It was as if everything was in slow motion for a moment, once the ball left Firgening's hands, the very next sound that came to Octave's hears was the grim sound of flesh and bones being torn apart, out of the corner of her eyes, she caught the iron ball flying right through Gharol almost as if the orc was made of jelly, the projectile went in an onyx black and came out in a crimson red, then continuing to zip off into the crowd, the crunching sound echoing from back there as well, as some poor innocent bystanders got to taste a little bit of the gray orc's throw as well. A moment after this, came the deafening sound of when the barrier sound is broken, followed by a massive gust of wind which then sent Gharol's lifeless corpse flailing out of the ring blood squirting out of the massive open wound and spraying all over the field, almost knocking the rest of your team off their feet in the horror show that followed.

Rimmo couldn't help but just stand there in downright shock, Pegning seemed to take a moment to register what happened before he slowly fell to the ground, fainted. Zinug let out a short, annoyed grunt. "God damnit Firgening, can't you aim a little bit lower? You know we can't just let these balls go to waste." He grumbled, signaling over for the judge, who shouted something you couldn't or didn't even bother to understand at the moment, in orcish. Zinug turned to face you. "Game's on hold while they go fetch the ball back...I suggest you go wake up your carpenter friend there." He stated, pointing over at his chin towards the fainted Pegning.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby Zender_Solarheart » Thu Jun 16, 2016 2:05 am

Well, this is a...development. In hindsight, the Beholder was originally on the floor before attaching itself to...whatever that thing in the ceiling is, so being able to detach itself was something Kenji should've been able to foresee. Not that dwelling on his tactical mistakes is going to do any good right now. What he needs now is some way to slow his descent, since he'll need to be on the ground to continue the fight, but that only works if the touchdown doesn't rip his bones apart with the sheer force of impact. Considering its obvious metallic structure, he can't rely on the Beholder to cushion the blow, and his draconic heritage - for one reason or another - happened to not come with fitting dragon wings. The wall seems a tad far away for him to simply jump to, otherwise he could just deploy his claws and skid down to the bottom at a more survivable pace. Then again, if he can get a running start...

(Bingo.)

In what may initially appear as a suicidal maneuver, Kenji shifts into a diving posture, accelerating towards the Beholder to land on its metallic surface. Once there, he looks for the arm that Nydia had previously dealt the most damage to, seeing a ticket to survival in what once promised near-certain death. The moment he sees that arm, he breaks out into the best sprint he can manage on such shifty ground, aiming to use the running start on the arm to leap for the nearest wall. While in the middle of that leap of faith, the dragon monk will extend his claws, bracing for the inevitable unpleasant feeling as they scratch and grind into the wall's smooth stone, using the friction generated to slow his descent down. Just to be safe, he'll also make an upward kick-jump off the wall shortly before touchdown, using the extra momentum for a landing forward roll to further deaden the impact. If all goes well, this should allow him to get back up and continue the fight, though his claws will no doubt be very sore by the time he's done...
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Re: Hoonters

Postby exalted » Thu Jun 16, 2016 2:09 am

Katya muttered to herself about the state of the gag, making her feelings known, but decided to leave it for later to address.

Gripping his shaft probably a bit too firmly, she begun to jerk him off furiously while she muttered under her breath the whole time. Her annoyance grew as her arm started to grow tired from fatigue at jerking him at pace.

"Ah! Cum already." She snarled.

Giving up, she crossed her arms and huffed slightly, looking left and right to make sure no one was watching, before taking his cock and running her tongue up the length of his shaft to tip. Rolling her tongue around the head briefly, she started to take his cock into her mouth.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby VintageBass » Thu Jun 16, 2016 2:36 pm

Today doesn't seem to be in Octave's favor.

If the earlier signs of her screwing up in the battle with the plant monster wasn't enough, dropping the ball onto her foot is a sign for sure. That or the ball was just that heavy for her. Surely she was going to throw it as hard as she could, but such a pitiful throw only to land on her own feet got the crowd roaring with laughter and the opposite team mocking her in the process. Some tears begin to build up in Octave's eyes, more so from the pain she's feeling and possibly having to deal with some a broken foot than any emotional pain. This is after all one minor detail that can strengthen Octave and she can recover from it... and it'll only help if she had the ball in her favor.

The mention of her being the clown for the orcs got Octave growling haughtily. Sure she does have her own comedical outtake and will joke when needed, but now she isn't in the best of mood to go along with it. She does see some praise in it, despite what Zinug is saying to be mocking her, so at least she is getting something out of it. What's better is that the chieftain missed Rimmo, skimming by only the feathers of his clothes and that got her into a better mood... until she put her foot down and she feels the shock of pain coursing through her. This might make dodging a tad difficult for the monkey, but at least there is another limb she has that can let her keep balance, or catch the ball if she's that insanely lucky to do so.

Then we get to the interesting part of this whole ordeal.

First up we have Gharol's turn and her taking out the big orc. OK, this is good, the orcs are down one player and it's the big guy. And he let out a tiny little "ow" in the process, which is adorable. The monkey is happy that they got in a hit in, although not on one of the people they were hoping for to get out early in the game. Still, having the brute of the giant out of the game does mean quite a bit for Octave and her friends, seeing as a potential powerhouse could wreck them...

Until he stepped up and showed just how "great" of a champion he is. In fact, this orc isn't so much a living being but more of a living cannon, practically sniping out Gharol's head in the process and sending it blasting back, destroying everything else and blowing more weaker individuals back from the force. If that wasn't a good enough reason for Octave wanting to get rid of this guy, this is a sure sign that she needed to get him off the field now! Such raw power, capable of sending a cannonball like that flying with the same force, if not more, and the opposing team has such a weapon at their disposal is scary.

Then again, Octave isn't thinking about this. She's more horrified in the fact that Gharol just lost her head and was sent flying back like a ragdoll from said force. The monkey cannot believe such a thing could even occur, and she simply wants to deny that one of her friends got straight up murdered before her in such a quick and unnecessary way. Not to mention that she was the one that got the hit, meaning that anyone else could have gotten the blunt of that, including the people watching the game. Such power like that is very destructive and Octave can't believe that someone with that raw strength is allow to play a game like this. It makes it unfair, and also it's making her fear for her own safety.

Again, this is why she needed to get him out fast. However is she going to given that after all of that, the monkey collapses to her knees and begins contemplating her own fears of dying, knowing that she could've been in that position and lost her own head. There's no way that someone is making out of this dead, be it on the field or in the background, and Octave witnessed murder of someone she appreciates... and she's gone now.

Zinug attempts to break the silence, mentioning how the grey orc should've aimed lower and mentioning to Octave to wake Pegning up. The monkey tenses up at the mere mention of aiming lower, fearing to picture a far more gruesome scene than she was witness. Power like that... she is scared that will happen to her. There is nothing to protect her, she is naked... and afraid. But, the game needs to move and simply waiting around while everyone else moves on isn't going to cut it. Octave works up the strength to get back on her feet, dealing with the pain in her foot, and she calls over Rimmo to help revive Pegning back up.

Octave collapses back down at Pegning's side and she begins to pet the orc, giving him a couple of slaps to the face to see if that works. "Hey... Pegning? Let's get up," she said, the tears now beginning to flow down her face and her voice cracking up. "We still have a game to win. I... don't want to lose you, too. We need to work together on this and I need you... Please, get up for me, for Rimmo... for... Gharol..."
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Re: Hoonters

Postby Nicoffee » Thu Jun 23, 2016 12:49 am

Yasker, Kenji and Nydia

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Yasker DEX roll (6+,5,4,1-,X) - 16 SUCCESS
Kenji STR roll (6+,2,2,5) - 15 SUCCESS (barely)

The beholder slammed down against the bottom floor, raising an explosion of dust upwards into the mountain as smoke and debris flies upwards into the sky. Nydia and Mordecai made their way down, arriving at the ground floor, followed by Jadon's head, which slowly hopped its way down the stairs after them, somewhere along it had stopped hopping and switched to full on just rolling down the stairs, each little 'cluck' being followed by an 'ow' from the helmet. Regardless, the three of you arrived at the ground floor, only to find the beholder's eye struggling to pull itself off the ground, it had apparently damaged the system it used to attach itself to the wall on the fall, it had been broken and damaged beyond repair. The eye was now painfully trying to drag itself with its arms but, due to the fact a fair few of them were damaged or simply because they weren't strong enough, it was failing miserably. Its eye had went from a soft white to a bloodied and disgusting red, the veins on it popped and bleeding as the eye dripped its fluids off to the side, it almost made it look like the beholder was crying.

Speaking of which, what about Yasker and Kenj- Kenji's presence quickly made itself known, as the noise from the fall itself subsided, soon the sound of his descent began to echo around the entire tower. His talons and claws screeching against the stone as they slowed his descent just enough for him to land on the ground floor with a loud and painful, but far from lethal, thud. Aside from his arms's muscles feeling like they were about to explode, his ears ringing from the screeching and his claws literally smoking from the friction, he would be fine.

What about Yasker? Yasker was currently hanging from the ledge of the walkway, about two or three floors away from the ground. He found his entire body to be in pain, from his arms all, which were stretched like springs, to his torso, which got the blunt of the impact. But hey, he was alive, at least, despite feeling like a pinata being held up there like that.

The Beholder began speaking, its voice echoed around from the sound boxes in the tower, though the system seemed to have been damaged in the fall...Making his speech...Not quite intelligible.



Y̧ͦ̐͋̉ͯ͏͔̼͚̪o͐ͫ̀͋̈̓̚͏̳̦̪̮̦͔̤͉̬̕u̸̸̩͎͎͕̇̎ͪ.̻̠͎̞̬͉́̎͋ͣͩ̽.̵̠̙̱̯̗ͧ͆̎̈͂͠.͔̪̝̪̟ͪ̅̆̽ͥ͟F̓͑̑̂̿͛͏̜̦̖̭͖̱͟o͚̪̗͆̾ͤ̌̊ͧo̜̖̫̗̫̱̥ͨͮ̂̈̿ͤͩl̸̟͕̘̥̩͓͓̆ͦ̀ͣ͟s̸̱͎̲̹̣̲̩̘͋ͬͦ́̈́̋̿̑̍.ͣ̉҉̗̜̰̲.̶ͮ̉̓ͧͧ̑҉̪.͛ͭ͂͘҉̰̪͚I̦̻͖̝ͭ͋̂ͥ̅͂͆ ̲̱̯̹͓̣̺͚̇̀ͩͫ͟͝h̸̨̳̜̦ͦ͛̍͑̄͡o̵͙ͥ̓̒̿͢p̪̭̦̮̯͓͈͆ͩ̋̚e̡̩ͨ͋͋͐̎̚͟ ͭ̇̋ͣ͗̿̅͌̌҉̥̫̺ǐ̆̑̄͊͞͏̶̹̥̩͉̻̺t̷̶̞̱̘̊̔ͣͥ̌ ͍̪̞̳͋̏̀ͮ͆ͧͭ̌́̚͘w̸̶̻͛͒̀ͨ̒͋͊ͥ͂ȁ͖͎̜̭̺̩̯͌ͪͨ̀ͩ̐̂͜ͅs̖̮̥̿̽̕͝ ̲̱̫̜̝̆ͥ̐̉̉̏̃̑̒w̩͚͚̳̺̜͊͊͂̇̾̓́̕ơ̢̘͙̥͎͗̉ͪͥ̚r͙͕̳͉̪̗̹ͬ̒̑̊̾̍͑͑̚͢͟͢tͨͮ̆ͯ͒҉̴̫̬͙̥̱h̴̉̌́͏̘̫̹̹ ̸̼͕͚̜͈͍͔̭ͩ̆͗͊͌͘͟i̷̛͍̙͔͈̤̬͔͈̓ͦ̎̐͂́̊̃t͖͖̮̠̳̳ͤ̈́̑̅̽̾̋́.̣͎͕̩̔̂ͬ͑͜ͅ
̴̡͇̹ͬY̻̲͇͎̓̒o̫̟̲͈̪ͪ͆̍̅̃ͩ̈́́ͦ͜ͅͅų̛̙̜̈́̇͋̓ͧͣ̅͆͟.̸̰͔̝̖̼̜͔̗̔̄͋̐.̧͙̤͂͐.̫̔̉́Y̵̝̲̾͌ͥ̓̕͢o̢̪͕͙̤ͬ́̊͑̍̊͟͠u͇̤̪̺͆͜ ͈͚̖̤͍̠̫̞̻̾͗ͫh͖̹̬̞ͫͯ͊̓̌ͤ̌̀āͮ͛͡҉̝̖̖̻͔v̸̫̝͈̦̳̖̖̖̄͒e̯̭͎̒̿̇̅̑̎͟͝ ̐̉҉̗̠̲͜n̰̥̙̎́o̴̓̈́̄͡͏̣̠̣͕̱̘̲ ̻̯̣͉͖̥̌͆ͫ͊i̴̧̯͎ͭd̴̺͇̤̻̬̗̻͂̓̆̄͛̊̎͋̕e̶̛͖̙͎͕̫ͯ̔ͧ̂͌͌͟a̖͍̝̜̩̭̫̹̔̿͑͟ ̶̗̃̄̀̊w̡̗̟͕̞͍̜͉͙̅̊͂ͣͩ̌ͪ̒̉ḧ̠̹̲͙̦̫̲ͩ͒̆ͮͩͅa̴̜̦͈ͤ͌̈́̄͜t̫̻̟̩̭̫̳̦͊ͦ̉͒̋ ̝̪͓̃y̧̬̻ͪͧ̄̇͒͆͟͝ơ̏ͦ҉̬̯͝ͅṵ̫̤͎̭̼͖͂̿͠ͅ ͪͩ̓͏͚̱͓̺͜͠h̴̗͎͔̼͇̙̪̣̅ͮ̉̏a̪͕̞̹͇͇͉ͮ̓̉̀͢ṽ̷͓̥̬͚̥͂̄̂̔ͬ͑̚e̘̻̳̘̗̽ͤ̓͐ͣ́̍̓̚ ̧̪̰̲͉̙̄̓̀͢w̜̝̯͈̫̮͇ͮͨ̑r̷̺̱̞̒ͫ̒͗̚o̊̇͏̩̪u͉̳̺̻̞̠͇̟͑̆̎ͫ͘g̵̦̤̥̟̎̆ͩ͟h̴̤͆ͮ̊̽̽̚t̼̣̜̱̿̋ͧ̋̚̕͞.̷̖̠̟̂̐̃̅͗̈́̈̇͡ ̴̧̢̥̜̖̺̳̠̩̙ͯͯ̐̊͑̈ͅY̡͙̌ͭ̿̉͛̊o̵̲͎̩̥̮̯̍ͬ̈̆̾̏ͮͅǔ̸̧͔̦͙̠̣͕̮̟ͩͮ͝'̣͕̭̘̻̟̳́͑̂͡r͈͎̙̘̾ͩ̔̏̊̄ẽ̷̺̗̙̰̐ͥ̍ͪͯ̈́͢ ̌ͧͤ̓ͩ҉̮̦̩̲͈͉m̸̺͙͙̋͊͋͐́̚͠ȅ̤͍̙̫̲̳s̛̪͚͎͂ṡ̬͎̦͈͇̜̯̆͟i̧̫ͩͣ͗͝ͅͅn̙͆̃̈ͯͩ̉͆͝ģ́͆ͮ̑͑ͦ҉̶̺̤̦͔͇̮̠̯ ̰̮̮͍͑͂̃ͪͩ̓̓̍́ẅ̬͚̠̳̩͓̹̳̖́͂͊ͪḯ̘̺̫̯͇̖͙ͨ̓͛̄̆͛̚ṫ̛̪̗̫̩̰͑̇ͦ̐̀ĥ̙̩̟̳̥̤̦̒̅͌ͫ̄́̚ ̶̹͉̥̹͚͈͍̘͋̎͒ͣ̿ͣ̓a̡͉̖̗̮̹͂͑ͩͪ ͫ̽͒͒̎ͣ̊̐͟҉̭̟̭͓͎͔͘p̢̲̝ͧ̇o̶̥̟̗͐̆͌̾̄̉̒ͩw̝̯͎̖͈̬̋̅̿̓͡ę̶̫̘̻̳͙̯̘̪ͥr̤͕̳̙͍ͭ̑̑͛̾͛ͅ ̫ͥͮ͌ͬ̂̈̎̋͢͟f͉̬̭̱̥͐ͫ̑͞ä͇̝͎͙́̑̈ͧr̵̶̤̗̩̗͙̈̆̏̏̈́̑ ̀͗͏̶̙̮̬̭̕b̛͑͜͏͈̦͔̳̣̘ě̫̠̘͙̱͕̻͈̖ͨͥ͑ͧͩ̌y̵͍̩̲̮̗͔͔͌ͥͥ͑̈́̃͒ͬo̢̼͕̣̠̞͋ͦ́ͣͧ͑̐̓̽n̛͕͚̠̲͂̆́̾̈́̀̋͢͢ͅd̺̖̩ͧ̍̂̕ ͈ͭ̔̆ͩ̎̋͂̍͜͟y̼̤͈͖͈̰̜ͫͫͤ͊̓͘͡o̴̩͔̻̜͚̤̙͐̇ͪ́ͤ̏ͨ͒u͆͗̽͏͉̫̬͍r̶̝̲̂́ ̨̥̈́̇̒̽͂c̛̭̺͖̣̟̙̲͋̋ͯ̾̋͌̈̀͡o̮͔͇͗̀͆̚͘m̰͕̩̠͔̮ͬ̌̾̄̑̂ͩͪ͛͝͝p̦͇͉͔͙̄̐̈́̄̌̄͌̂̿̕͡r̩̦̣̥͉̭̟͑͌̋̓͗̂ͮ̕e̷̦̥̠̾̈ͧ̚h͔̝̝̭̫̠̺͇̍̃ͦe̮̦̰ͯ̋̒̄̾̀ͯ̍ͨn̵͔̪̗̖̣̭͔͂̓̊ͦͩ̿̀ͅs̹͕̳̞͎̮͗ͣ̅͂i̵̢̼̝̼̠͆̉̄͢ơ̵̡̼̤̲͆ͧn̞̗͉̓̎ͨ͗̓͟.̢̡ͭ͆͒̔̚͏̠.̿ͦ̉̅̅͊ͨ̆҉̼̳.̸̨̇̉҉̫̼
̛̜̉ͤ̃͘T̟̰̭̻͖̙̽ͥ̀o̷̞̜̻̗ͭ̄͡ö́ͤͦ͏̢̪̹̜̦͝ ͓͚͍̙͎̳͗̑̃̇̈́͆̒́̚d̨͉͙̙ͩ͌ͨ̇͆̕͡a̖̝͌ͧ̏̀ͪ͐̀̍͠ņ̢̢̗̪̦͖̎̊̊ͅg̢̳̘͇̰̙̺̟̥ͨ̉̓ͦͅe̷̢̞͚̞̟̟͎͔̽̂͗̋͊̍ͨr̛̛̫̭͐ͫ̍͐́o̴̰̻̠̼͔̳͔̍̒͆̊u͂̎̽͗̑̚͏̟̻͡s̾̃̓̈̊̎ͭ͊̍͏̤̱͇̖͇̣.̛̝̥̠͚̞̫̗̻͐͛̎ͤ̄̚͜͠.̭͓̖͊ͫ̓͝.̶̡̤̭̈́ͬ͘Ţ̙͎͖̀̋ͣ̇̏ͩ͜ǒ̞̇̀ǫ̪̭͉̌͐́ ̵̣̲͚̪ͮ̀̎ͪ̈ͥ̈̒̕u̶̱̘͓͇͎͕̯̾̋̍n̜̺̟͐s̴̢͇̫ͩ͋̕t̫͖͖̞̘̝̣̺͚̃̓ͧͭ̓ͯͧa̷̶̼͎̫̰̽ͩ̊ͦ̂͋̋b̹͑̽͆ͨ͂̇̄̾ͥl̡̹͚̗͐̋̋͛́é̴͖̝̩͍̤̗͉͖̑̎̽͐̇ͩ̉ͣ.̨̪͕͕̫͇͉̋ͬͧ̈͢͠ͅ ̠̜̭̎͌̇ͫ̅ͨI̶̹̗̘̮ͪ̽ͅt̵̫̬̱ͩ̿̅ͬ̇ͭ̉̽͞.ͣ̋͊̒͠҉̡͖̗͉̻͈.̡̮̳͖͇̬̌̒ͯ̑̎́̆́.͉̰͖͙̞̍ͦͮ̾ͫ̂̏̽Ï̯̤̊͆̿͗͋̑̒t̢̟͍̩͍̑͐͐ͣ͊́ ̯͈͖͚̭̥̱͌̏̃͒ͭ̔ͯ̈ͅẃ̴̪̙͖̐̓͑ͮ͌̿ͤ̌o̢̲̮͈̝̘̭ͭ̀r̒͛͐̆ͫ̏͊͏̛͔̻̼̣k̙͎͖̙̲̥͎̻ͬ͠e̯̟̻͉͇͈ͣ̌̉̒ͭ̉̅̏͠d̗̤̪̳̻͓͉͖͒̽̀͝ ̙̞̗͓ͧͬ͗͋̍̈́ͤ̉͋a̰̤͔ͯͣ͋͐g̵̢̻̘̞̞͚͈̏̋̇͋ͮ͋́̅̆͝ạ̷̉̑͊ͧ̄̓ͭ̇̚͜ï̵͖̝̉ñ̜̤͕̳̭̳͖̋ͯ̈̆ͩ͜͝s̶̳̯͖̩̺̻͙͓͂̊ͦ͊͝t̝̖̐͒̓ͅ ̪̥͐̌̚͘y͚̯̤̥͑ͫͨ̌̓͟o̡͙̞̬̘͉͍̞ͥ̓ͣ̋͒̃̌̀u̷̢̮͖̠̭͕͕͇͔͒ͨ,̱͈̲̪͚̲̪̠͛͆̄̓̍͌̇͋̌ ͈̲̻͙̰̫̐̏͒̈́͌ͨͅa̵̟̖̲̜̜͙̓̓̋͐̔̔̇͢g̷͙̱̫̮͎͚͂̌ͩͤͥ͆̑a̘̰̻̳̔̓̆̂̍ͦ̏ͤͪ́i͐̉̏͏̖̜̻n̨̬̺̺ͣ͑ͩ́̚͠s̖̬͙̗͌̅̿̑͟ͅͅt̸̼͖͓͙̥̻͔̥͔̔ͥ͂̏ͨ͡ ͇͔̘͚̪͖̓͗̋͊a͓͍̦̠ͣ͑̋̊͊̄̋ļ̙̭͖̠̗̤̞̘͚͗̾ͬͣ͊͌̎̉̚l̨͎̩̤̤̱̅͑ͤ̐ ̻̦̹̩̘̈́ͨ̽ͥ̔̓́̀ȯ̷̡͚͍̦ͩ̑ͪf̨͎̦̭̣̳̰ͮͤ̀ ̢̗̠͚̜̄ͯ̓́u̻͎̖͕͚̳̠̙̒ͥ͗ͮ͛́̕͟ͅs̶̢͉̳̞̞̲ͤ͂̇͑͘,̝̣̣͖̝̘̫̫͒́ ̸̢͙̭̠̞͈͚̑͐o̶̬͍̗͕ͭ͑͑ͯ̒̄͋ͩ̊͡͞ṋ̸̪̹̳̱͔̲̏͡ç̧̭̘͖̹͕̘̼͖̎̄̐ͫ̏e̼̭̗̳̲̤͌ͩ̑ͫͮ̀ͧ̚͜ͅͅ.̴̢̲͈̳̝̣̫̞ͫ̂ ̴̫̣͇̋͋ͤͩ̕͢Y͖̘̲͇̲̮̱̯̓ͩ̽̓͛͢ȭ̸̶̧͈̳͓̻̟̟͋ͨͪ͊͌u̦̦̱̣̰̝͑̃͢'̛̾̄̊͐ͤͩ͏̪̹l͇͚͉͚̬̅ͫ̄̆ͫ͋̅̀͋l̢͉͓͇̠͙͐ͪ͘ ̡͔̱̱͖̘̞͉̺̼̍ͯ̄ͦ͒̽ͮͤj̡̪̪̖ͫ̋͒̒͑̈ͯu̡͈̟̝̖̘̪̟̝̽̐̊̿ͭ̆̋ͤ͡s̴̵̳̤͒͗̑̈ͦ͢t̴̮̻͕̟̋̐ ͭ̽̔̔̽̂̅̍͏̼͕͈͕̫̱̼̲b̛̼͚͙͉͍̣̣͉̊͢͢e̢ͯ̂ͣ͋̄͛̓ͮͪ҉̱̜̫̜̫̰͟ ̴ͫ̓̆҉͕̝̜ầ̭̪̳͙ͭ̎ͣͦ̾̐́l̛̟͎͊͌ͩͨͧ̓͋̄̚ḻ̹̪͎̌̃͋ͭ͆̎̑͛͝o̧̳͇̙͕͔ͭ̊͗͋̅̚͘͝ẅ̧̻̩ͦͦͪ́̚͜i̼̥̭̺̦̹̘̭̇̇͒͜n̵̼̤ͨ̊̋ͥ̎ͣ͠ͅg͇̰͇̞̼͓̙̟͍ͩ̎ͧͩ͆̈ͪ͟͝͡ ̷̨̨̯̫͕͈̻͓̩̹̓̿̈́ỉ̳̣̹̬͎̤͚͑̃͘ͅͅţ͖̻̘͉͑̎ͅ ̴̖̖̰̬̅͑ͮͩͥ͗͊͟ț̮̣͍͙̣̰̝̹̐͟o͍̖̪̾͋ ́͊̄ͣ͗̾͊͏̸͓̬͖͕̝͝h̀͆̿̅́̚͞͏̼̗̮ǎ̵̩͍͕̖͎̌͑̊͋ͦͫṽ̿̽͞͏̻̰è̌ͤ̋͋̾͏͕̯ ̵̶͈̤̟̉ͯ̊͗a̘̤̥͍̲̣̪͕̟̋͒̒ͪ͊́ͩ̔͢n̸̂͛̽͑̆҉͇̬̮͈̺̩̩̳o̲͓͎̝͎̳̥̦͆̉ͯͮ̌͒̎ͭ̏t̟̪̗̺̜̳̱̱̓̓ͪ̽͐ḩ̪̫̘̠ͭ͒͘͘e̷̦̘̥̅̈́͊͑ͭ͘r̵͓̲̱͚̭̖͈̮ͧ̃ͯ̓̿̈́̚ ̷̢̱̫̫͖̮̝͇̮̌͒c̳͓̦̲̞̲̥̯͛̋͛ͬ́͛̄́h̶̷̛̠͕̲ͭ̊̓̒ͮͮ͐ȃ̒̑̃̏͆͛̀҉̟̤͙n̵̝̹̳̘̒̾̑͠ͅc̫̯̯̪ͪͦͩ͟e̽̚͏̷̪̞̺.̛͔̖̖͎̼ͫ̈̓̒̀͐́.̧̫̗͚̣̻̦͖̫͗̾̄ͪ̀̎͢.̣̼̂̉͋̎ͪ́͆͟
̷̞̣̹̯̂̇̑͊ͅ
̸̘̦͓͕̝̞̦͍͋̅̃̇̊́Y̵̷̷͚ͧͮ̂ͫ̾̔ͪ̀ôͥ͆̃̓͏̵͕̯͚̗͕͢ͅu̿̈́̃̾ͣͣͫ̏͏̲̙̣͠͡ ̟̦͕͍͔ͮ͊̈ͫͣ͑̓̚h̺͉̝̹͒͛͑ͯ͊ͫ̌ͫͭ͢͠͠a̜̰̼̰̬̘̗̟ͯ̑̋̊̔͂͟͢v̈ͧ̊̑͞͏̬e̴͓̜̼͇̅̔ͤ̀͝ ̶̡͔̤̬̫̦̭̓͆ͦ͗̈́͘b̧̧̻͈̃ͤ̍̈́̋ͅͅṟ̸̛̯̆̔o̬͓̲̲͕̗̲̬̊͐ͣͧ̏̚u̴̵̵̻͕̗͚̩ͪ̋̂̑ͣͮ̃ͩĝ̴̡͖̫̮̤̀͆̊h̟̠̝̪͖̣̝ͩ͐ͮͫ͌ͪͨ̂̊t̢̳̠͚̰̗͇͖̑̋̋͟ͅ ̭͇͈̲̭̲͕͉̼̂̋ͪͯ̑̚ỵ̼̫̰͎̱̳͈ͥ͋ͦo̭̪͍̹͖ͥ́u̦̮͇ͤ̄̓̂͘͢ͅr̗͖̖͚͙̗̬͑͊ ̡ͫ̃ͨͧ̀̓̓̄͏̵̲o̥̰͕̯͓̥͓̓w̵̞͎̭̩̥̥̓̈́ͤ̉ͪ̓͐̋ͥ̕͢ͅn̴̰͎̯̔ͣͧ ̸̺̙̙̟̩̜̍͑̓̋̈͠d̮̟̺͔͔̫͗ͨ͝ͅỏ̬̬͛̓̑ͦ͋̒o̵̡͓̹͕͕̪̠͒̍̆̐m̸ͮ̽̑ͬ̓̄ͥ͏͎̹͕̰̬̬ͅͅ.̈ͬ̋̏͏̞̻̲̝̙̝̻͔


The beholder's entire body suddenly went silent, its big bloody eye seemed to twitch slightly, before its iris slowly began traveling upwards, turning around and glaring directly up, before locking in place. There was a short moment of silence, before the beholder's arms crumbled upon its weight, its massive carcass collapsing onto the floor, a steady stream of blood dribbling down from it. Mordecai wasted no time, hurrying over with a flask to start collecting the blood as it cried off the eye.


Katya
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The Satyr continued to resist, well, resist as much as he could, at least. He seemed to be twitching and arcing his back against the wood beam he was stuck to, resisting as hard as his body allowed him to not allow Katya to get what she wanted. Despite her attempts at jerking him off, all she got was to get him to leak a minimal amount of pre-cum, though the strain from him was pretty clear. The moment Katya took his cock into her mouth, she could feel it warm and twitching inside of her mouth, the dribbles of pre-cum becoming more intense as he seemed to be closing to an orgasm, finally. The moment she went to pull away, however, she felt the satyr's legs wrapping around her head, as his thighs pinched around her pulled her against his crotch. She'd suddenly feel her face being slapped against his crotch and his long cock squeezing its way a good deal down her throat. Moments after, he came, a steady stream of cum erupting from his prick and being unloaded right down her gullet.

Reflexively, she tried to break away. (Katya STR roll (3,3) - 6 Vs. Satyr STR roll (4,5,1-) - 10) but failed! Well, it's not like he could really choke her on his dick...Right? One way or another, she wasn't going to break free from that grip that easily as she found herself getting dollop after dollop being dumped down her mouth, it squirted out from the sides of her mouth and her nose before the satyr seemed to get just distracted enough for Katya to pull away, backing off quickly from the satyr's quickly limping cock as the monster himself just seemed to be having a good laugh about it.


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"I'm...I'm not so sure about this anymore..." Rimmo spoke, his legs visibly shaking as Pegning slowly began to wake back up, quickly cursing something in orcish as he realized he wasn't just waking up from a bad nightmare, but rather, getting right back down to it. Regardless, he gulped and nodded towards. "I...Trust you. So did Gharol." He spoke, patting Octave's shoulder and trying to sound somewhat reassuring...The whole passing out from earlier didn't help much but, hey, he was trying, at least, unlike Rimmo. Rimmo was still downright horrified, shaking in place but too scared to even attempt to run away, too. Running away from a game like this...That would mean his death too, probably...Or enslavement...Hey, maybe enslavement wasn't such a bad idea, I mean he did manage with the Guild Leader for a while and-

"Ball is back!" Zinug announced, holding it up for you all to see. Well shit.

You had a few moments to once again organize yourself back into position. The next round begins...

The ball is tossed up and you all need to make a go for it. Rimmo doesn't even move, he's frozen in place, still.

Octave DEX roll (2,4,2,6+,5) - 19
Zinug DEX roll (2,5,2) - 6
Rimmo DEX roll (0) - SKIPPED
COL (Child of Lust) DEX roll (5,4,5) - 14

Once again, the child of Lust grabs the ball, but you swiftly snatch it out of her hands, causing the orc herm to clench her fists and downright growl at you in anger. You arrive at the ground, firmly grasping the cannonball this time, the weight is no surprise to you. But now...You have the ball again and you need to choose who you're going for.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby exalted » Thu Jun 23, 2016 1:34 am

Katya smiled inwardly as she tasted the extra pre spilling from the Satyr's cock and twitching of his length, knowing her new technique was working. Sensing him nearing the end she broke eye contact and looked down to find where she had placed the bottles, not noticing the Satyr's shifting movements until it was too late. Wide eyed, she gagged slightly as his cock was forced down her gullet and his balls slapped against her chin. Nose buried in his fur, she tried to pull back but couldn't get enough purchase to break the grip of his legs and only succeeded in pumping his length a few times down her throat before she felt his shaft twitch one last time and his balls tighten.

Her mind went blank as his seed started to pump down her throat, rapidly overfilling her stomach and spilling out from her mouth and nose as the pressure became too much for her lips to seal. Feeling his legs relax she finally managed to break free, his seed freely spilling from her mouth as she left his cock to spill against her tits and crotch.

Gasping for air she staggered back off the stool, trying to wipe his seed from her face as he laughed. Glaring, her hands clenched in rage as she tried to ignore the now familiar heat in her loins from his abuse. Huffing, she stormed off without a word, heading down to the river to clean herself up before she dealt with him again.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby Zender_Solarheart » Thu Jun 23, 2016 3:14 am

Kenji can only hope that no one catches a good look of his face mid-skid, as the wall doing its job comes at the cost of intense pain wracking his arm muscles. He thought he had mentally prepared himself for the maneuver by the time he had vaulted off the arm, but no amount of training can prepare one for pain of this nature. Honestly, he's surprised he even has claws anymore, and that they weren't filed down into slabs by the time he made his landing. Regardless, the burning anguish coursing through his arms is definitely going to bug him tomorrow morning.

"Ngh...I haven't hurt this bad since that time father taught me what a suplex is." Doing his best to wipe the pained wince off his face, Kenji looks up to see his comrades coming down...and Yasker in about as much pain as he is. Attempting to alleviate the pain with a little humor, he calls up: "That was the most fun I've had in years, Yasker-san!...but let's never do it again." He would normally wave to Nydia and the others at this point as they descend the stairs, but with the muscles in his arms as swamped with agony as they are, the most he can do is smile and nod, while very slowly rolling his shoulders to try and deaden the pain. Here's hoping that whatever they can get out of the Beholder's remains is worth it...
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Re: Hoonters

Postby cliffracer » Thu Jun 23, 2016 9:10 pm

"I dunno. 'Joining her farm' makes it sound like a permanent deal, and I wouldn't want you to just... switch situations with your sis. You're gonna have to be totally sure of what you're getting in to." Tamara caps off her input with an indecisive grunt. "That's kind of why I want to do more of the work. It's way less danger..."

Duolc walks off ahead, leaving Tamara confused and still holding up her end of the couch. She jogs up to meet her and joins in her shock, covering her mouth as she looks it all over. "Uhhh... We oughta go find out! Sheesh, how long HAS that been there?!"
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Re: Hoonters

Postby FragranceofMtDew » Fri Jun 24, 2016 6:29 pm

Nydia felt a mix of both pity and annoyance when it came to Jadon's head rolling down the stairs. She had forgotten him in the moment, a disembodied head was of little use in such a fierce battle after all, but no matter how many times she heard that clunk followed by a grunt of pain, she would not carry him. Not out of any malice for the golem, but she needed her hands free in case the Beholder still lived, even more so if Kenji and Yasker did not. Steeling herself to face whatever awaited her at the bottom of these stairs, Nydia picked up the pace a bit and walked a bit faster.

The grotesque form of the Beholder's mangled body was the first thing that she saw there at the bottom. She approached it cautiously, though it was clear that the creature could barely move itself let alone attack her. It tried to speak but as damaged as it was, she could scarcely make out a word save for one last sentence. "You have brought your own doom" Or at least that was what she thought it sounded like. Chilling words for some perhaps, though Nydia felt nothing upon hearing them. The last words of a weak creature were all they were to her.

Mordecai rushes to collect the fluids they came for while Nydia turns her gaze to resume her search for Yasker and Kenji. Kenji was immediately noticeable by the loud screeching his claws made as they slowed his descent, she winced at his impact with the ground but he seemed unharmed otherwise. For Yasker, it was a bit more difficult but once she turned her gaze up she saw him hanging there. She felt a bit of relief that her comrades were safe and relatively sound, but that feeling was followed by a certain irritation. Succeeding in this would certainly only encourage the two to attempt something even more absurd and unnecessary next time. Kenji was closest so she rounded on him first, though she spoke loud enough that Yasker could hear it as well. "Then remember that pain well the next time such a foolish idea enters your heads. Battles are won with sound reason and tactics, not... Whatever you call those useless theatrics!" She scolds the two harshly, but shortly afterwards her fierce glare gives way to a polite smile. "Absurdities aside, it was a job well done. I thank you both for your assistance and I am glad that we all made it out of this alive."
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Re: Hoonters

Postby Meep Meepersons » Fri Jun 24, 2016 8:53 pm

Dorel hands over the bottles and gives a cocked brow and a smirk as she watches the woman guzzle both bottles as she puts her received reward away. Six hundred seeds weren't too bad. Dorel watched as the sparks came from the woman's horns and her hands. If Dorel had horns, would her's sparkle to? She briefly wondered about it, right up until the woman spoke again. Her words made Dorel's lips part in an excited smile. "OF course! I am greatly pleased with this idea! I would love to test my body against the top hunter on the island!" She exclaims with a grin. Her thick cock practically wags from the idea, the prospect of fucking regardless of winning again made her blood rush into it, ready to go at a moments notice. "I would like a condition for this, if it is ok I mean." She asks with a coy grin. "Can we do it all in the open? Where people can see us? And I mean all of it~." She smiles coyly and even visibly drools a little at the thought of it. A tan hand rises to wipe away the hungry fluids, licking her lips in hopeful anticipation. "I mean, I'm still ok with the woods if you aren't feeling up to it." She says with a few blinks to clear her horny fog, closing her mouth and clearing it.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby VintageBass » Fri Jun 24, 2016 11:17 pm

There is one good thing about this whole situation and that is if they do survive all of this, this will make a pretty neat underdog story to tell the newer generations. Maybe even adapted into... OK, that's getting WAY too ahead for what this world is capable of, so let's bring it back down.

Anyway, Rimmo is right to be scared of his mind given that he just witnessed one of his own get knocked right out of the field and losing her head in the process. But this pose to be a problem as with him standing around like a sore green thumb means he's a prime target for the other team, especially if grey skin gets his hands back on the ball. Octave sighs for some relief and gives Rimmo some reassuring pats on his shoulders. "I know you're scared out of your mind, but you're going to need to work with us on this," she explained to him. Her voice is still a bit shaky after watching Gharol die before her eyes like that, but she needs to regain some confidence in this game and show that nothing is going to stop her, even if there's a chance she can die during this. "All I need from you is to keep on your feet and move. We need you around and I'm sure you want to stay alive, too. So, if you are in their sights, move! Let me and Pegning take care of it..."

That does bring up a couple of worries for the rusty veteran given that he fainted from that death scene as well. Even if Rimmo flees from the game, which she doesn't blame him for doing so as running at this point to save his life is a definite good option, she and the carpenter are so far the only capable players this team has and they need it. That and some sheer amount of luck and possibly any sort of divine intervention to make sure none of them aren't getting that cannonball shoved up their ass and fired out from their mouths... That would be impressive, also far more disturbing than what came out or Irina's mouth. The vote of confident from Pegning is definitely reassuring for her, which got her feeling more eager to win this damn thing and prove her worth in all of this. Even if things go south, she will hopefully come out on top in the end.

Of course if the gods don't fuck her in the ass with shit luck.

The ball enters play once again and this time Octave has a clear idea of what she is getting herself into. Out of the corner of her eye she notices Rimmo remaining put, which scares her for what is about to happen next. The next thing she knows, the ball is in her hands once again and Octave has a better grip and using her strength to hold onto it. The Child of Lust looks at her with a stink look and Octave playfully teases her in the process before she steps back and looks over her options. While there is the Child of Lust looking at her angrily for stealing the ball, there's also the chieftain himself, the one she's facing up against. This could be a good chance for Octave to show her worth to this village, blasting the ball right into his gut and getting him out of the game

No, grey skin has to go. It's no debate on that. The dude's a complete hazard and danger to everyone in this arena and the moment he's out of the game, this could be a safer game... well, as safe playing dodgeball with a cannonball can get. So, using all of her strength once again, and praying to the gods for some kind of relief and aid, Octave locks her sights on the grey skin orc and fires the ball at him... and hopefully towards a vulnerable part of his being... preferably his crotch.

No reason, probably because to take one thing as he did to Gharol's head.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby Reaver » Sat Jun 25, 2016 5:47 am

His muscles burned, his bones felt cracked and his skin was raw with scratches and bruises but despite all of that Yasker was laughing. He laughed as he climbed up his chain and walked down the grand stone spiral stairs to where his prey laid dying. Yasker continued to laugh as he picked up the goblin dagger and sheathed it alongside his other dagger. The sound of steel against stone echoed with his laughter as his chain-sickles were dragged a few feet behind. His laughter only tapered down once he reached the ground-floor and took in the sight of his victory. Mordecai was already starting to extract the fluids that would save Irina, well would of if that had been the truth he had told him. Nydia was to side, looking in better shape than himself but also working under the assumption this had all been for some noble goal. Kenji was nearby as well, the honorable outsider who had not only saved his life more than once already but seemed to trust him. As a skilled fighter, his trust could be useful and perhaps soon there wouldn't be a need to deceive him anymore. "I agree, my stalwart warrior! Despite the fun had here, I rather not need to exert my self in such a manner again for a long time. Nydia, played your part admirably. Perhaps after this you two might consider remaining with me? Trustworthy and dependable companions are so hard to find these days. But first we have a mission to finish." He said with a grin as he gripped both of his sickles by the handles.

He had heard the last words of the Beholder quite clearly, the ominous threat that they were making a mistake and by his own actions, he was dooming everyone. Perhaps it was true and Houra or someone else was using him and playing him for a fool to get what they wanted . Maybe there wasn't even an artifact inside of this beholder or someone else was going to claim the artifact, but it was a question asked and answered before. Even the slightest chance of succeeding where many of his ancestors had failed was worth it, anything to put an end to this era and stop the cycle. He already have one of the pieces and if the Intel was correct, he would soon have the second.

Yasker approached the fallen beholder and Mordecai with loud purposeful steps to alert the hunter to his presence. "You might want to move so I can collect my prize." Yasker said as he raised one of his sickles up before slamming it down into the white of its giant eye. The weapon artifact was in its stomach, that was what Houra had said. Everything else was covered in a strong metal shell save for the eye so that would have to be the path he took to get it. "I'll make sure it bleeds enough for you. Plus you can collect the chunks afterwards." He said as she sunk his other sickle into its soft jelly before slowly start to cut around it. He was going remove the eye then cut his way to its core to retrieve his artifact. Then he'd usher in a new age.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby Nicoffee » Sun Jun 26, 2016 10:51 pm

Nydia, Yasker and Kenji

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By the time Yasker had arrived, Mordecai had just finished gathering up about 5 bottles worth of the beholder's blood. "The blood of an ancient beholder...I wonder what properties it holds. It surely will be something quite...Unique. I can only imagine what it would reward humanity with...And uh, hopefully it will heal Irina, too." He mumbled, quickly stowing away the vials before moving out of the way to let Yasker do his thing. "What are you looking for, exactly? I mean, I hope you're not planning to take the entire eye with you, that probably wouldn't be too-"

Mordecai was shut up by the loud, wet sound of the eye being torn apart, landing his blades right on the place where they eye's veins had popped, it was only a matter of tugging on it strong enough to rip the cornea, once that was out of the way, the transparent humour within simply dribbled out, coupled with the dislodged lens within. As the stuffing dribbled out, Mordecai watched and let out an audible "Ew." before something else caught his attention. "...What's...That?"

Within the white and yellow mess that had formed, something suddenly slipped out from within and it stood out because of it's reflective dark red hue. It was almost like a bug, with a big yellow eye in the center and one of it's claws made of a sharper and slimmer carapace, simulating a sword's blade.

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Jadon hopped in place frantically. "THAT! THAT IS WHAT HE WAS KEEPING!" He shouted, panicked. "Nobody touch it! It's dangerous! L-Let's just leave, now!" He pleaded, continuing to hop in place repeatedly. Mordecai disregarded the speaking helmet and approached the sword, not actually touching it but examining it carefully. "...Fascinating. It appears to be a weapon made out of a monster's carapace...Or...Oh my." Suddenly, the sword began twitching, the bladed part of it slowly receding into its core while the yellow eye seemed to glance around curiously. "It is alive...Fascinating! This day just keeps getting better. We should take it back to the Outpost for further study."

Yasker - Lust for Magic Triggered

Yasker found himself reflexively going for the handle of the blade, claiming it before Mordecai got a chance to even touch it, especially after him making mention of taking away his prize for study. The moment he grabbed hold of it, however, the creature seemed to react to it and twitch in excitement, its bug-like arms latching onto Yasker's Arm.

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"...Or you can take it..." Mordecai mumbled, glaring somewhat angrily at the other hunter. "Well...Let's get going, I suppose. We'll discuss this later, for now we should-" Suddenly a loud scream was heard echoing from high above, as if coming from the top of the tower. Sounded like Ghera, but she should be fine, right? After all, the only thing up there was that bunch of statues, and Mordecai said they'd stay as statues until the one who petrified them- Oh.


Katya & Tamara

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Katya arrived at the river only to find it utterly dry, looking up she saw the massive damn out of fallen trees that had been built up the river, also seeing Tamara and Duolc walking up the shore a little bit ahead to check what the hell with that thing was. Meanwhile, a little closer to the problem itself, quickly recognizing the place wasn't simply a dam, it was also like a small hut, made out of wood. As if it wasn't obvious this was the work of some monster by now, the moment they got close, they soon were met with the dam's owner, who crawled its way out and screamed a furious yell at the invasion. A massive variant of a normal beaver, its head and body covered in a thick carapace which was similar to a lizard's. Did I mention massive? It was roughly twice Tamara's size in height and slowly approached the armorer and the goblin, glaring down at them.

All right...All right. No need for panic, maybe it would understand common language- Duolc spoke up. "Hey Toothy, fuck off!" The beaver only roared back in fury. Hey, at least it definitely understood common language. Sadly, it didn't seem too willing on going along with Duolc's "proposal". It turned its body around and then raised its tail, aiming to slam it against the goblin.

Beaver STR roll (6+,4,1-,4,X) - 15
Duolc DEX roll (6+,4,2,5) - 17

Duolc hopped backwards, narrowly avoiding getting crushed by the tail slam before she reached out for her sword. "Why you little wood-eating shit stain..." The beaver slowly turned back to face you, the way how it began crouching showing it was getting ready to fight for its territory.

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Dorel

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"Hey, if you want to get fucked out in the open, that's your call." Irina confidently replied, shrugging her shoulders. "I feel like it'd be a good idea to show everyone that I'm back to take some ass myself, eh? Hahaha!" She roared, before pulling out her great club. "All right...One, two, three...Go!" She announced, figuring she'd make the first move herself. She charged straight at you, gripping her great club with both of her hands before slamming it like a battering ram right against Dorel's stomach.

Irina STR Roll (3,2,4,6+,5) - 25
Dorel STA Roll (2,2,3) + 2 (Thick Skin) - 9
Irina Thunderlord's Decree Perk 1/3

The impact came with surprising punch, Dorel could feel her lunch from earlier today nearly getting blasted right out of her stomach before her body staggered backwards after the impact. Even with her thick skin, that had felt like she had just gotten an actual ram hit her, not only that, something felt...Weird. She felt somewhat electrified, much like earlier when she had ingested the griffon's fluids, but that had come and gone...And she didn't really feel like she had any control over it this time...No, this was Irina's doing somehow, at least it wasn't anything serious, yet. Irina confidently spun her club in her hands before resting it against her shoulder, waiting for your counter-attack. "Come on now...I was hoping for a warm-up, I'm not even sweating yet."


Octave

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Octave PRE (Presence) roll (1) = 1
Rimmo COM (Composure) roll (4,6+,6+,5) + Octave's Bonus (1) = 22

Your words didn't really seem to do much for Rimmo, in fact, you're pretty sure he didn't even understand what you said. But the fact you addressed him seemed to get his attention enough for him to get his head back on the game himself, slapping his own face a few times. "...S-Sorry...I...Spaced out a bit. Did you say something?" He simply replied, not even really sure what you had told him. Well, at least he was paying attention again. One way or the other, you went in to try and get a hit on the gray orc, locking your eyes on him. You could feel him locking his sight back against you, spreading out his legs as he prepared to dodge.

At the same time, Zinug motioned over to the Child of Lust, who got the hint and got to work on her "distraction." "Yoohoooo~~" She called out to Octave, suddenly lying down on the floor and beginning to stroke her large green futa cock with one of her hands, the other beckoning you over. "Come on now, monkey girl~~ You already lost one of your friends...Why not give up and come enjoy some of this, hmm?"

COL Manip. roll (6+,6+,4,2,2) - 20
Octave Composure Roll (3) - 3

Next thing you knew, you hadn't actually thrown the ball, instead you had kind of just stood there, watching the orc hermaphrodite stroke herself...It had been a while since you had some pleasure time, too...Maybe you should- That line of thought was cut off as Pegning himself snatched the ball from your hands. "Attention!" He called out to you, figuring he'd make the throw himself, since you had just spaced out for that opportunity. Be it his own strategy or him not wanting you to fall for that again, he aimed for the Child of Lust.

Pegning STR roll (6+,6+,5,2,5) - 24
COL Dex roll (1-,X,2) - 3

She apparently wasn't expecting to get focused, she barely got time to get off the ground before Pegning's ball throw came in, hitting her straight in the middle of the head and letting out a loud 'donk' that echoed around field. She fell on her back, both hands on her forehead as she whined in pain, Zinug face palming as some orcs came over to help her off the field, seeing as she had been eliminated. The ball was on Zinug's side once more now, though and Zinug growled over at the gray orc. "Get rid of the carpenter."

The gray orc nodded in response, his eyes locking on Pegning, who simply took a deep breath and prepared to dodge. The ball rocketed out of Firgening's hands, heading straight for Pegning's torso, it connected and kept going forward, taking the orc carpenter with it a fair distance before both suddenly stopped, inches before they got pushed off the field.

Firgening STR roll + IRON CHAMPION (CRITS AWARDS 2 DICE) (4,6++,5,2,2,4,1-) - 24
Pegning STA roll (2,6+,6+,6+,6+,1-) - 27

"Got it." Pegning stated, raising up the ball in one of his hands, a big mark on his stomach to show where the ball had hit. But since he grabbed it before it touched the ground, he was in the clear. Zinug grunted at Firgening. "Whaav iuk maavaver?" He shouted, causing the gray orc to frown uncomfortably a little bit, stretching his arms around a bit as he acknowledged that hadn't been his best throw.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby exalted » Mon Jun 27, 2016 8:12 am

Katya cursed under her breath as she found the river was dry, quickly rubbing some dirt across her face, tits and hair to cover up and wipe away the Satyr's cum before the other two saw.

Hearing the sudden commotion up stream she glanced up to see the giant monstrous beaver making it's attack. She cursed again, loudly this time as she snatched up her hatchet from her belt and dashed over, cursing again at having left her bow back at the stables.
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Re: Hoonters

Postby VintageBass » Tue Jun 28, 2016 1:37 am

Somewhere out there someone is getting off to Octave's streak of bad luck.

Just as she was going to get the ball throwing towards grey skin, the Child of Lust stops Octave dead in her tracks, along with the cannonball somehow as it remains planted in her hand just as she is makes her attempt to throw it. The monkey's eyes watch the herm lay down on the ground, getting that large, juicy piece of orc salami all nice and stiff, and all with one hand of hers! Just the sight of it is so tantalizing, that maybe all of this could be stopped and a truce could be made... and perhaps all of them can partake in a grand old orgy. Octave's cock stirs to life, agreeing to go along with this idea so long as it gets some attention as well, it doesn't matter who it is, her cock wants to get a piece of sweet hot orc-

And the Child of Lust is knocked out by Pegning's turn. Him shouting into her ears snapped Octave out of her horny trance, bringing her back to reality and making her play catch up on what just happened. She looks over at the carpenter with a sheepish grin, feeling way too sorry about zoning out during that moment. "Eheh... sorry, needs kicked in," she replied, rubbing her head before tensing up when Ziung ordered grey skin to bring down Pegning. This isn't good! Just as Octave was getting back into the game after her little horny trip, grey skin goes and throws the ball... only to then be caught by Pegning and him holding it proud.

A sigh of relief escapes the monkey's lips, feeling all too worried about losing another of her teammates in this game. However this poses a couple of things for Octave to think about. So far whenever she has the ball and tried to eliminate the biggest threat to them, something goes completely wrong. First it was the ball crushing her foot, which still stings and hurts when stepping on the ground. Next she ended up distracted by the Child of Lust, causing her to lose focus on her target and got her own needs going. Something about this turn is adding up to whenever Octave gets the ball and signals out grey skin, something is bound to screw up.

However this poses another problem. After that streak of luckiness with Pegning getting a hit in and catching the ball, there's bound to be an opposite effect to bring Octave's numbers down. With her having the advantage now, she needs this more than ever and it's going to take both Rimmo and Pegning to make this work. Speaking of Rimmo, none of her words made it close to her ears, so the monkey lets out a sigh and pats him. "Again, I know you're scared, but we need you to stick around for support," she replied. "Just try to dodge. I'll cover for you and Pegning will be our muscles for this." She then looks over to the carpenter and begins discussing her plan.

"OK, I'm taking it that Ziung's not all pleased with you being alive after that throw," she whispered to Pegning. "Now, if we're going to have a better shot, we need to get rid of their captain, this making this three to one. Sure it's against the strongest member on their team, but given the number of attempts I've tried against him, they all went down the shitter. So, if we go for Ziung and leave grey skin for last, we have a chance at this... provided we don't get a hole blasted through our guts."

Octave backs away from Pegning, right after giving him a good few pats on the shoulder. She trusts that this works out as they have a chance at winning this for good. Without the captain, there's not much to go off of, outside of dealing with a deadly weapon. Still, it's worth a shot. All Octave has to do is survive through the end, dodge out of the way or catch the ball so that they can get that one shot to win the game!
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Re: Hoonters

Postby Meep Meepersons » Wed Jun 29, 2016 5:51 am

Dorel Listened as Irena seemed to enjoy the idea of fighting for tops where everyone else could see, right up until she started to count down with her club out. "Wait what?" Too late, the club already made contact with her abdomen, knocking it in throughout and almost making her puke her lunch up just from the impact pushing things where they weren't supposed to go. "Guuugh..." She gags and gurgles a bit, having felt the impact of a ram in the form of a rather nasty sucker punch. "D-Dirty...." She says with a sputter as she steps back a few feet. "Alright then, my turn!" She exclaims, spitting out whatever was making that nasty taste in her mouth and charging forward at Irena, hopefully she'd be able to get her hands on the senior hunter. Was she a senior? Definitely higher ranked. Before her thoughts could become a problem she refocused on her opponent. It's bad enough she took so much damage from the start like this, she needed to do better if she wanted to hash as a proper hunter. "Come here you!" She snaps, taking broad sweeping swipes at the woman, attempting to grab any limbs or clothing she could get her hands on. If she managed to get something on Irena, she'd then try to knock away her weapon, turning it into a fist fight. If not, she'd likely just get clobbered in front of everyone without getting a chance to put up much of a fight.
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