KatyaSpoiler (click to show/hide):
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.
TamaraSpoiler (click to show/hide):
"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?"
OctaveSpoiler (click to show/hide):
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.