In Her Parent's Footsteps [Phoenixcz]

[devilbird]

"You did what?!" barked the dwarf under her breath,"Do you have any idea how reckless and stupid that was?"

The normally meek and compassionate dwarf look furious. You'd swear you saw fire in her eyes, but the water in yours helped douse those flames. The sighed and took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but still seemed incredibly irritated.

"Look," she said, "We have no idea who you just made a deal with, but I bet it isn't our friend. I know divine symbols, but I've never seen this one before. No one else recognized it from their pantheon's, and I'm sure Arara would have told us if it was arcane. And if it could bring me back from the brink of death, then it probably could have helped us in that fight. So either it has some grand plan for us that requires us to be captured, or more'n likely, it doesn't actually care about our well being. Besides, it had no reason to brand me after healing me if it just wanted to help. At best, I'm collateral. At worst, it plans on claiming me as its own."

She trails off at that last bit and stares off in the distance. She wears a visage of concern and worry for what may lay ahead. You all march in silence for several minutes, before she breaks the silence once more. "Ah, don't get me wrong," she smiles at you warmly, "I do appreciate not being dead. It's hard to make your life better if you've lost it. I'm just worried is all. You and I are gonna have to figure out some way out of this deal, or prepare for the worst."

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You spend the entire day walking north east from the camp. It is exhausting, and made worse by the lack of shoes. If this was going to become a reoccurring thing, you were going to be lucky to even have feet by the end of the week. You've noticed Arara hangs her head in shame as she drips a small trail behind her. Clearly she isn't happy to have discovered her enjoyment of being naked out in the open. At least, not this way. You try several times to escape your bonds, but are noticed by Klarg. From that point onward, one of the goblins stood directly behind you and Torga, poking you in the tush with his sword whenever he thought he saw something suspicious. Eventually, a ruined castle looms before you.

[Phoenixcz]

My voice is weak when Torga rightfully berates me. "Yes. I know it was stupid, but I was too desperate at the moment. I realized it afterwards, when I saw the symbol, and tried to make it clear that any deal made is between me and whoever healed you, and you don't owe him anything, as it wasn't your choice. And I'll do anything in my power to keep it that way, I promise. I just... I didn't wanted you to.." My voice trails off and I don't finish the sentence. It just more evidence for the others that I was a terrible choice for a leader, and that I've fucked up everything I've got involved with. I continue with my head hanged down, staring at my feet, so while I hear Torga's later words, I don't see her smile.
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I cease my escape attempts after Klarg found out... how? I thought I was being careful!... and just continue our shameful walk. Around noon, I'm too exhausted to even dwell on my dark thoughts, and focus only on taking the next step. When we reach the castle, all I can feel is relief that I may get some rest soon, despite the implications.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

HP: 10/10
Spell slots: 0/level 1
Other resources: Bardic Inspiration, 0/3. Hit die, 0/1d8
Conditions and effects: Naked, restrained, exhausted.
Achievements: One Time at Bandit Camp

[devilbird]

Whatever this castle used to be, it ought to be condemned now. The castle consists of seven crumbling towers of different sizes and heights, but the upper stories are all in varying states of collapse. A short flight of steps leads up to a terrace in front of the main entryway. Past the wreckage of a pair of sundered doors lies a shadowed hall. Round towers loom over the entrance way, with dark arrow slits looking down on the terrace. You hear shouting from the arrow slits and, by the time you reach the ruined gate, several hobgoblins and bugbears funnel out to escort you in and unpack the cart.

You are ushered through a dimly lit hall and north into a storage room. The lot of you are sat down and are tied to the old casks of salted meat that fill the area. A fitting euphemism for how they view your party. The smell of rotten grain from nearby sacks drifts into your nose and fills you with disgust. Two hobgoblins are appointed to stand watch over you and make sure that you don't escape. Looking about, you see a bloody suit of chain mail, a heavy crossbow, and an unsheathed long sword engraved with the symbol of Neverwinter have also been stored here. You recognize these as Sildar's missing gear.

After several moments of being forced to just wait around, Klarg enters the room along with another bugbear. This new bugbear looks far older and more experienced than the one you've dealt with up until now. He carries with him an air of authority and the hobgoblins are intimidated by his presence. He and Klarg had some back and forth as he stands above you, apraising you, before giving you all a sinister look that sent shivers down your spine. They then grab Torga and drag her away, kicking and screaming. Once they're gone, Arara begins to translate for you.

"Hmm," he said, "These creatures caused you that much trouble, Klarg? Pathetic!"

"It was the dwarf that killed most of Kla- my men on their original assault on the cave, "She killed five of them before she was captured. The rest of her friends were easily felled by our traps, or willingly submitted to us before the fighting even began."

"Very well," replied the bugbear in charge, "That bitch drow will be here tomorrow. We'll see if she and her boss are willing to buy them. If not, then we'll just add them to the rations and at least get some value out of them. In the mean time, I shall make an example out of the dwarf. Bring her to my chambers."

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Gain one level of exhaustion

[Phoenixcz]

This doesn't look like a situation we can escape from. Without guards, maybe, and there are weapons we could use if we got free, but with the hobgoblins there? From what I've heard, hobgoblins are both smarter and more disciplined than their smaller cousins, so trying to trick them is out of the question. The way we're bound, freeing ourselves wouldn't be easy either. And I feel too tired for any escape attempts... in truth, I'm glad I can sit and rest for a moment, even in such dreadful circumstances.

If this was a story, I should've given the leader a look of defiance, and warn him that we're going to escape, or something... but it would be just an useless gesture. I have no idea what they are talking about, but when I see them dragging Torga away, I can't let it slide, useless or not. I owe her that much, even if all I'll achieve is getting punished. I struggle against my bonds and yell at the bugbear: "Where are you taking her? Leave her alone, you hairy bastards!"

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Ignoring the translation for now, if Lina gets some reaction out of her captors that would prevent her from hearing it.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

HP: 10/10
Spell slots: 0/level 1
Other resources: Bardic Inspiration, 0/3. Hit die, 0/1d8
Conditions and effects: Naked, restrained, exhausted (1 level of exhaustion, disadvantage on all ability checks).
Achievements: One Time at Bandit Camp

[devilbird]

You needed no translation for what the bugbear says to the hobgoblin guards. They leave the room with the dwarf in tow, and the hobgoblins descend upon you. One moves right up to you and moves the codpiece of his armor out of the way. Out flops his semi-flaccid penis, and you could safely say that it was far larger than any goblins. He grabs his cock and starts to rub it against your cheek, the smell of his unwashed and rugged manhood assailing your nostrils. Any time you pull away, or show any sort of defiance, he then turns his hips them slaps you across the face with his cock. Then does so again for even reacting. Each slap becomes a bit more clumsy as he grows more rigid. If and when you finally start to bear the humiliation, he stops and starts rubbing his cocks against your cheek once more.

You aren't able to see the second one, with the first one taking up your field of vision. However, you do hear him get on the ground. It's then that you feel him spread your legs apart. He stretches your legs as far as they can go, and continues to hold them apart with a hand on each thigh. He does what he can to keep you from kicking or struggling while the other still smacks you. Likewise waiting for you to calm down and become complacent enough to progress, you start to feel something wet and wriggly slide against your pucker.

[Phoenixcz]

I don't know what I was expecting. I knew it was just an useless gesture, and I did it anyway. Well, that would be a lie, I was expecting a slap, punch or a kick, not this. Ironically, this could help us, if one of the other girls could slip out of her bindings while the goblins are distracted with me... but even if she managed to do that, free the others, and take down the hobgoblins, what use would it have? We'd still be stuck naked and unarmed in the middle of enemy fort. Avreene could propably use Sildar's armor, and Rowan the crossbow, and the hobgoblins have their own weapons, but the overall situation is worse than in the goblin caves. And even if we had a chance to escape now, I wouldn't: I couldn't leave Torga in here, and that would be the cave all over again, only with hobgoblins and bugbears instead of goblins. Though in such case, I don't think I would have much trouble convincing the other girls to leave me here to try whatever stupid plan I could come up with. I doubt any of them wants anything to do with me, after all I've caused.

I'm too tired to defend myself against the hobgoblins for long. I'm not gonna cooperate with them... even if I wanted to, I'm too tired for that too... but I can offer only token resistance. I try turning my head away from the first hobgoblin, at least once or twice, before he makes it clear it's not gonna work, and I make some effort trying to keep my legs together, but the second hobgoblin shouldn't have much trouble keeping them spread apart. No kicking or more serious struggling. Feeling his tongue... and by gods, I hope it is a tongue, I can't even imagine what else could it be... takes me by surprise. I guess the hobgoblin wants to prepare myself for his own fun. I'd say being assfucked by a hobgoblin is a new low for me, but that dubious honor still goes to being gangraped by goblins in the cave.

I close my eyes and try to imagine I'm somewhere else with someone else, but the omnipresent smells don't help matters. And even if I managed that, the only thing it would achieve would be making me look like I'm into this... and I don't want that. Right?

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HP: 10/10
Spell slots: 0/level 1
Other resources: Bardic Inspiration, 0/3. Hit die, 0/1d8
Conditions and effects: Naked, restrained, exhausted (1 level of exhaustion, disadvantage on all ability checks).
Achievements: One Time at Bandit Camp

[devilbird]

You can hear girls' gasps of horror as the hobgoblins bully you and prep for what's to come. Once the first hobgoblin's prick is hard enough, he begins pressing the tip against your lips. A few drops of his salty pre manage to worm their way to your tongue. He tries to press more forcefully, clearly not having any desire for foreplay. He just wants to start fucking your throat until he gets his sweet release. His buddy, on the other hand, seems to really enjoy the build up. You can feel every hot pant of breath blowing on your backside while his tongue runs rings around your asshole. He stops for a moment to catch his breath, and lets out a perverted giggle. When he leans back in again, his tongue slowly worms its way into you.

[Phoenixcz]

I keep my lips sealed for a moment, but eventually relent. Even if I didn't, I'm sure he would find a way to force me to open my mouth, so why make it harder on myself? If the smell is anything to go by, I'm not looking forward for the taste, though. The other hobgoblin is actualy worse. Not because he's bad, on the contrary: because he seems to know what he's doing, and it starts to have an effect on my body. I feel a rising heat in my nethers, and judging by similar heat in my face, it must be red with the mixture of embarassment and excitement. Perhaps my meagre efforts to imagine being elsewhere weren't such a good idea. My heart beats faster in the expectation, and if the hobgoblins could see my chest, they would notice it rises and lowers faster too. What the lower hobgoblin may notice, though, is that I no longer try to fight against his attempt to keep my legs apart.

[devilbird]

Seeing you give up is all the invitation the hobgoblin needs. His girthy rod forces it's way into your mouth and into your throat. He grabs your hair and forcefully fucks your face. There is no hint of mercy, or of compassion. He just treats you like a piece of meat, meant only to satisfy him. The other one also see's that you have given up the struggle. You can't see anything with the first one being literally in your face, but you can feel him shifting about. He grabs you by the ankles, and lifts your legs up into the air. It is a very uncomfortable position, with you being tied to a barrel at the same time. You can then feel something hot poking and prodding at your back door. Rather than just forcing his way in, you can feel him gently easing his way into you.

[Phoenixcz]

I try to relax my throat to make things easier, but I still gag even with my attempt to suppress it. All I can do is to keep my mouth wide open... biting his dick off could be satisfying, but I'm sure it would also be the last thing I'd ever do. I hope he'll cum quickly. The other hobgoblin surprises me yet again. He's gentler than I'd expected, and I wonder if it's some sort of game, if he'll be much rougher once he gets inside. I hope it's not... he's much bigger than the goblin before, and with the awkward position, it wouldn't be pleasant. I know I'm getting wet, and I idly wonder if the other girls are watching, and what are they thinking... that thought excites me even more.

[devilbird]

The one easing his way into your ass never seems to pick up the pace. Rather, he seems to be savoring the entire experience. Every thrust is slow and powerful. Enough to lift your body ever so slightly when he pushes into you. One of your legs gets lifted higher, and you can feel his slimy tongue glide across your flesh. Starting at the back of your knee, he licks, kisses and suckles his way up the back of your leg, until he reaches the heel of your foot. His tongue tickles the sole of your foot as he finally starts to pick up the pace. Every step of the way, you can feel the pause he takes after trying something new.

As a contrast, the one in your mouth takes no time to observe how you react. All that's on his mind is how to use you to get off. Your jaw hurts from being stretched, and your throat is starting to burn for air. With what little luck you seem to have left, his rapid pace has quickly worn him down. You can feel his balls tense up, and he lets out a grunt before ramming his cock as deep as it will go. His meaty rod throbs with each glob of his seed that gets launched down the back of your throat. It's hard for you to drink down his cum faster than he can produce it, and you feel yourself start to drown. With you gagging and sputtering, he pulls out, getting a shot on your tongue, and several on your face and hair. His putrid flavor now permeates your taste buds and nostrils, leaving you no escape from his cum.

Satisfied, he backs off, allowing you to look around. You can see your friends are a cornucopia of expressions as they gaze upon what's happening to you. Arara blushes deeply at the debauchery that she's been sheltered from as a scholar, while Rowan once again fails to meet your eyes. Avreene looks upon you with what seems to be a mixture of horror and envy adorning her face. Only Seraphina can you not read, her trying to keep her best poker face. Their bodies all betray them, however, as they show clear signs of arousal, whether they want to or not.

You can now see the actions of the second hobgoblin as well. Likewise, without his partner in the way, he can look at your entire body unobstructed. He gives you a wicked grin, and reaches down. His fingers brush against your labia, then are brought up to his lips. He looks you in the eyes and licks the glistening moisture off right in front of you. He says something to you, which causes Arara to gasp. Afterwards, he reaches back down, and works two fingers into your cunt. He doesn't explore too deeply yet, but times his fingers to the thrusts of his dick. When satisfied, he removes his fingers and holds them up to your face. He spreads them, and you can see several strands of your juices still connecting them. He prompts you to give it a taste.

[Phoenixcz]

The smell and taste of hobgoblin's cum makes me want to puke, and I'm not sure if not eating since yesterday's evening makes things better or worse. I would kill for a mug of water, or better yet, something stronger to wash the taste, but right now, I'm glad he's done and I can breathe freely again... for a given value of "freely".

His companion keeps surprising me. The difference between their approaches reminds me of the difference between Seraphina and Dregs yesterday, as if I've needed more reasons to be horny. I like his attention, I don't even try to suppress it, and I moan in pleasure as he caresses my wet pussy. For a moment, I forget the fatigue, I forget where I am, and I forget worries about Torga's fate and just enjoy myself. I wonder what he's talking about, I can't understand a word, but Arara clearly can, judging by her gasp, though I'm not sure if I won't be too embarassed to ask her later. I'm not surprised how slick his fingers are when he shows them to me... I'm certainly ready and eager to be thoroughly fucked. I hesitate for a second... he's still a hobgoblin, after all, and I'm still being raped, I shouldn't enjoy it this much... before leaning forward to lick my own juices off his fingers.

The worst punishment I could think of right now would be if he left me in heat like this after he's done himself.

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HP: 10/10
Spell slots: 0/level 1
Other resources: Bardic Inspiration, 0/3. Hit die, 0/1d8
Conditions and effects: Naked, restrained, exhausted (1 level of exhaustion, disadvantage on all ability checks).
Achievements: One Time at Bandit Camp

[devilbird]

You think back to the night before, where your plan had lead you to this fate. It was hard to believe all the craziness that had happened so far. It hadn't even been a whole day since everything had gone down hill. And yet here you were, trying to choose between resisting your rapist, or embracing the pleasure. Just in front of you was glistening proof of your wavering resolve. You reach your head as far as the ropes will allow you, and lap up your sticky shame. The goblinoid lady killer smiled like a child that had discovered a new toy. He turned to say something excitedly to the other guard, whom in turn responded with disinterest. Turning back to you, he brushes his fingers across your lips before slipping them past. He forces you to service them as though they were the real thing, sliding them back and forth across your tongue.

At the same time, his hips pick up the pace. Every hump bounces you on his lap with a wet slap that echoes the room. He grunts as he enthusiastically puts his all into each thrust. You fear that he is going to finish soon, and are incapable of doing anything to extend the pleasure. But it seems he has no intention of letting this end without a decent showing. His other hand rests on your stomach, his thumb aggressively working your clit.

[Phoenixcz]

I'm not a slut, I'm not enjoying this, I'm trying to distract our captors and give them false sense of security. And I'm a terrible liar, especially when lying to myself. I wonder what are they talking about, but I think I do have some idea. Still, learning goblin may be useful in the future... if I'll live that long, that is. I also wonder how did a hobgoblin, of all things, learned to be this good.

I close my eyes again and unsuccessfully try to suppress my moans of pleasure. Given all the stimuli... not just the hobgoblin, but the overall situation and the previous look at other girls... I'm really close to a climax. So is the hobgoblin, I think, and I wonder which one of us will come first. I bite his finger slightly after one particulary vigorous thrust. It is an accidental reflex, and I quickly keep my teeth away, but I'm glad the other hobgoblin is done and gone... I think he wouldn't be very understanding if he felt my teeth on his dick, even if... in different circumstances... it would be just a harmless nibble.

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HP: 10/10
Spell slots: 0/level 1
Other resources: Bardic Inspiration, 0/3. Hit die, 0/1d8
Conditions and effects: Naked, restrained, exhausted (1 level of exhaustion, disadvantage on all ability checks).
Achievements: One Time at Bandit Camp

[devilbird]

You sit and try to come up with excuses for your behavior. You tell yourself that you don't want this, while you are nearing your climax. It is getting harder to tell yourself that this isn't what you wanted. It has only been one night, so should your will really be this far gone? Only if you had no real intention of resisting in the first place. After all, there was no reason to choose such a lewd plan such as submitting yourself to Dregs. Not when you had both combat and stealth still as options on the table. What depraved hero would want to be defiled by goblinoid slavers?

Worse, you didn't even try that hard to keep the others from getting involved. You relented on letting Avreene come with you, and not once did you tell them to leave you should something like this happened. Maybe you wanted someone to fall with you? They certainly have been turning out to be perverts themselves. You have been cursing Tymora for the foul luck that has been plaguing your party thus far, but was that really the case? Perhaps this is actually Tymora's blessing. She may have twisted fate to allow you and your depraved comrades to experience the debauchery that you have always wanted. Would your goddess so easily have abandoned you otherwise?

Your body acts on its own, unable to contain its own lust. You moan and writhe in exquisite agony as you betray yourself. You accidentally bite him after one particularly moving buck. Feeling your teeth, he quickly withdraws his fingers from your mouth. It seems at least one of you remembers that you are here against your will. He checks his hand for any serious damage, but doesn't find any. The other hobgoblin laughs at your current partner, and he shoots a nasty look right back. Electing to be more cautious with how he toys with you, his hands move to your breasts. He kneeds them roughly like dough in his hands, causing to hurt a little, but never enough that the pain detracts from the pleasure you get. He cups one while leaning forward, and puts your nipple into his mouth, showing that he's not above some gentle biting as well.

He pants heavily against your breasts, with his breaths getting quicker. Despite his best efforts to hold off, it seems he has reached his limit. His cock pushes as deep into your ass as he can reach, and he lets everything out with a roar. His hot seed spills into you, and you feel the pulse of his dick with every shot of his lowly seed.

[Phoenixcz]

As the thoughts I might really be just a horny slut appear in my mind, I try to come up with a counterarguments against them. But I can also think of counterarguments against those counterarguments. I really thought the fake prisoner plan would work, and be safer than direct attack... but I'd be lying if I denied that the idea of being ravaged by my "captors" wasn't exciting. I was more interested in Seraphina than Dregs, but if I wanted her, I could've just say something, she's not exactly a prude herself. I still want to be a hero, not just a sex slave, but the later would be easier, safer, and the idea is oh-so-enticing.... yet I still feel concern for the others, and want to get them out of the mess I've put them in.

Arguing with myself, even just in my thoughts. Am I going crazy? Well, the hobgoblin's attention is driving me crazy, though in a different way. I can't focus with all this. I'm exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and more than a little horny. And, well, if the last one is the problem easiest to solve... why fight it? Perhaps I'll get some rest afterwards, and be able to think about important matters when I wake up.

Feeling the hobgoblin's hot spunk filling up my ass is what drives me over the edge. With my mouth now fortunately emptied, I clench my teeth as I try to suppress a loud moan. Am I trying to hide my shame from my companions? Perhaps... but even if they won't notice, the hobgoblin will. I'm not sure if I care anymore. With the last of my strength leaving me in the wake of my orgasm, I just hang in my restraints, barely aware what's going on around me.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

HP: 10/10
Spell slots: 0/level 1
Other resources: Bardic Inspiration, 0/3. Hit die, 0/1d8
Conditions and effects: Naked, restrained, exhausted (1 level of exhaustion, disadvantage on all ability checks).
Achievements: One Time at Bandit Camp

[devilbird]

The hobgoblin does in fact notice that he was able to make you cum. With a satisfied smile, he withdraws him manhood from your asshole. He then smugly turns to his fellow guard and starts to say something in goblin. You may not be able to understand their language, but as a bard you can definitely recognize the sounds of bragging. They bicker and argue while your exhaustion starts to make itself known once more. Your eyes feel heavy as you are running on no sleep. Your body aches from the trudge to Cragmaw Castle. And while it felt good at the time, you know you are definitely going to regret the workout you just had.

Throughout the rest of the night, the occasional goblin, hobgoblin or bugbear wander into your storage area. They are quick to make use of you or one of your fellow companions, and it isn't long before each of you has accumulated a small puddle of cum underneath you. It isn't a lot of them, given the size of this place, but it happens often enough. Eventually your weariness is too much, and you all find yourselves sleeping through most of it. When you awaken in the morning, you find the reason behind the slow traffic of perverts. At some point during the night Torga had been brought back and tied up. She apparently had been getting the brunt of the punishment, as she was coated head to toe in drying jizz. She had passed out at some point, and doesn't seem like she'll be easy to awaken at the moment. You do notice that her tattoo seems to have expanded outward a small bit over the night, as you noticed some details that weren't there before.

[Phoenixcz]

I don't try to understand our guards' argument. I'm too tired for that. I wouldn't be able to honestly say if this thing was worth it or not: the hobgoblin was pretty good, as was most of the sex since the last night, but rest of the circumstances is just too terrible. Perhaps if I was on my own.... but I've dragged others down with me. I wonder if I should've been more insistent on going only with Seraphina... with Avreene, the other group may have fared better, and perhaps they would've avoided capture. But everyone's a general after a battle.

The night doesn't bring me anywhere near the amount of rest I need. I find the goblinoids walking in to have their fun with us more annoying than horrible, as it should be. To my shame, I don't pay mind to the other girls, I've got plenty of problems of my own, but they certainly don't have restful night either. Eventually, fatigue wins, and my sleep is fortunately almost dreamless.

When I notice Torga when I wake up in the morning, I'm relieved she's still alive, and without any visible physical wounds, but the guild of inflicting this fate on her hits me harder than ever. When I notice the change to her "tattoo", I'm no longer just worried about it, I'm legitmately scared. This definitely isn't a good sign. Just who or what exactly have I bargained with, and what have I done to Torga?

After they wake up, I can't find a courage to talk to the other girls. I'm staring into the floor, awaiting our fate, though I'll answer should any of them adress me.

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It doesn't sound like it was enough for a long rest, was it?

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HP: 10/10
Spell slots: 0/level 1
Other resources: Bardic Inspiration, 0/3. Hit die, 0/1d8
Conditions and effects: Naked, restrained, exhausted (1 level of exhaustion, disadvantage on all ability checks).
Achievements: One Time at Bandit Camp

[devilbird]

No one really knows what to say to each other, so you all end up sitting in silence. It isn't long before the head bugbear returns. Along side him stands a beautiful and intimidating drow woman. She wears a rather revealing black and red fishnet robe, woven together to resemble a spider's web. Her long white hair flows over a silver circlet, and reaches as far down as her waist. She looks down upon you, appraising you like a peasant appraising fruit at the market. "No," she says in common, "The Spider has no use for this lot. However, I do know of an outpost nearby that would be willing to buy them. They would likely pay well enough to use them before selling them to a noble in Menzoberranzan. Come, let us discuss price."

Not much later, several goblins usher themselves in and lead you outside. A sky of orange and gold alerts you that the sun will be rising soon. You are all loaded into a cart drawn by two horses. The drow exits the castle after you are all set to go. When she reaches you, she reaches into a bag on the cart and pulls out several knives. She pricks almost all of you with the same first dagger, causing each of you to feel drowsy. Arara and you get pricked by a separate blade, which forces your bodies to seize up and become rigid. Torga, whom is very resistant to poisons, just gets locked up in as many chains and manacles as the drow is able to scrounge up.

She spends the majority of the day wandering aimlessly around the forest before bringing the cart up to a large tree. She waits behind a rock near the tree until well after the sun had set, then leaves to inspect the tree. A passage opens, and several more drow pour out into the clearing. She updates them on your situation, and three of the male drow end up escorting you into the tree. Safe with her allies, the drow no longer poisons you all every hour. Instead, she lets the male drow guard you as you are brought into an elevator of some sort. There, all of you descend into the darkness below.

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I had intended it to be a long rest, but it doesn't really matter. Over the time you are transported to the slave camp in the underdark, you are going to get a couple nights sleep anyways.

[Phoenixcz]

I wonder if I should say some joke to lighten the mood, but I can't think of any. Laughing to the face of my opponents is one thing, trying to make fun in the situation I've put my friends into is another. i've heard them mention drow before, so I'm not very surprised to see one, but I still look at her as she's checking us out. I've never seen one of her kind before. I notice how good she looks... certainly better than the goblinoids, or us right now. Considering how the last time I've tried something like that ended up, I keep myself from provoking her... for now.

"For now" doesn't last very long, though, and I can't keep my mouth shut when she starts securing us for transport. "Well, I'm certainly glad to know we're still so fearsome to warrant such expenses to keep us in line." Poisons aren't cheap on the surface, though drow are somewhat infamous for their use... amongst other things.

I don't know about the other girls, but I've lost any hope for escape. Drow are smarter and more careful than any goblin, they're known for their cruelty, and even if we somehow managed to get away, we'd end up amongst all the horrors and dangers of the Underdark. The fact that I can see a little down there is a little comfort. All I can do is to obey our new owners and go wherever they want.

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HP: 10/10
Spell slots: 2/level 1
Other resources: Bardic Inspiration, 3/3. Hit die, 1x1d8
Conditions and effects: Naked, restrained
Achievements: One Time at Bandit Camp