Brutal Legend: Age of Rock

[CrimsonNutcase37]

A loud noise, strange, yet familiar echoed through the Brutal Lands, a screeching that filled the skies, sounding like the screams of a thousand demons and the singing of a thousand angels depending on who you asked. For those who knew the history, they would soon tell you it was the sound of Ormagoden the Fire Beast once more bringing souls to the land, though for whatever reason, has yet to be known. Deep beneath the Skull Mountain, the rocks shivered and shook, as the vast ocean of darkness and despair beneath it began to stir, it's waters churning and echoing a subconscious call to those nearby to approach and build it's own numbers

Shura/Kenji Kyouki

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You awaken on a stone altar, your head groggy and your movements sluggish, bright light blinding your eyes. After a few moments of blindness, your eyes adjust to the light, revealing that you are in an unknown place, a strange destroyed temple-like area. Bones and broken skulls are scattered all over what were once walls, a few complete skeletons seen on the ground, some bearing scorch marks, others looking like they were near some sort of electicty Strange symbols are scrawled in what appears to be blood all over the floor, with a large skull-like sword stabbed into the ground in one of the symbols. Your guitar oddly, is leaning against the blade, as if placed there on purpose

Cookies/Revelya

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A loud screech awakens you from your slumber, all forms of tiredness from the almost regular violent orgies and rituals the Second Ones perform in honor of the Titans who gave them purpose. The rooms to your chamber are burst open as a tall, gaunt figure, cloaked in tight robes of royal red and purple, it's hands covered in white surgical gloves and it's cloven hooves wrapped in tight black leather boots, buckled together with gold clasps, it's strange equine head also strapped with the leather and buckles, the leather pulling it's lips back revealing greyed teeth, a pair of golden tusks in the shape of exhaust pipes growing on either side of it's mouth with bulging eyes locked onto your nude form. This is one of the remaining Warfathers, the second in commands of the Second Ones and the leaders of the almost daily ceremonies of sex, blood and bondage "Forgive me for awakening you, my lady" the Warfather speaks, it's voice soft yet rich with darkness, bowing it's head "But there has been an update. He has appeared, a sure sign that the time is right"

The Warfather:

[Shura]

“Ugh... What hit me?” Kenji awoke to find himself in what he suspected to be an all too familiar stupor. He had no idea that he had been spirited away to a foreign, mystical, and metal land. He just thought that he was really hung over. Kenji couldn’t remember much of anything that stood out from the ordinary, save for the fact that he had no idea where the hell he was now. The blinding light didn’t help either, but it seemed to subside as he gathered his bearings.

Pressing his hands against the alter, Kenji sat up. No wonder his back kind of hurt, whatever he was sleeping on was nothing more than a giant stone slab. “Aw man. I hope whatever I did last night was worth it. Preferably, a smokin’ hot chick.” Sliding off the alter, Kenji examined his newfound surroundings. It was some kind of fucked up temple, like, literally, it looked like it had been fucked up. By who or what remained to be seen. Kenji couldn’t tell if all of the damage was recent or not, but there were countless bones scattered about. Frayed and broken by whomever they had pissed off, the bones had only a vaguely human shape, or so he figured. Forensics was not his forte.

Needless to say, but the temple’s decor left much to be desired. Kenji hoped that he hadn’t been abducted by some satanic cult, because that would really kind of suck. Curiously, there was nobody else around, nobody alive anyway. As he continued to look around the destroyed temple, Kenji saw something that he definitely had not expected to see. It was his guitar! It was just standing there, leaned up against some sweet looking sword. Truth be told, the sword looked a bit familiar too, but he couldn’t quite place where he might have seen it before. Under normal circumstances, the scrawled writings in blood might have irked him, but Kenji was far too excited by the presence of his musical instrument to care.

Kenji walked swiftly over to both the sword and the guitar, paying no heed to their suspicious placement. Reaching out with both hands, Kenji gripped the handle of the sword and the neck of his guitar simultaneously.

[Cookies]

Despicable. The man in standing in front of her was nothing short of despicable. Loathsome. But she didn't dare tell him that.
When she came to this world, she was ecstatic. Taken from her was her old, boring world of dullness and gray, and instead she found herself in a world so alive and colorful it felt like she had entered a story book. The people here seemed odd, but she looked past it. Promises of power, fortune and fame made her ears ring and before she realized she accepted everything they offered her. If only she hadn't.
She was one of them now. Hideous creatures who hide themselves behind their sadomasochistic fetishwear yet ironically act so vaingloriously. They molded her into power, and into their likeness. Too late she found out they hated her humanity, too late she noticed how they wanted nothing more then to take away her beauty.

She had nothing left now. Her past was gone, her own world vanished. Her looks destroyed and her future a question mark. There was nothing she could do, but do their bidding. For with all their courteous bows and fake smiles, they commanded her. They held her in the palm of their hand. She'd have to play their puppet, at least for now.

She got up from the bed, made a small curtsy barely worthy of the name, and got dressed. The apparel they had given her was nothing she'd normally wear, but then again she didn't have a choice. She felt disgusted by the fact she wore the same clothes they did, but she didn't let it show. Not yet, she reminded herself.

"You've summoned me here for a reason" Revelya said simply, finding herself rather eager for some action, "And the reason has come. Point me to him, and let's get this over with."

[CrimsonNutcase37]

Shura

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Your guitar lifts up no problem, a quick check shows no problems, no scratches or knocks, no damage to the strings though some idiot has tuned it up to sound like a damn pebble stuck in a washing machine on a windy day. The real problem is when you place a hand on the sword, the red bloody symbols sprawled all over the floor light up, the eye sockets of the sword's crossguard light up and the pair of fangs on the skull extend suddenly, just long enough to prick your hand and draw two beads of blood before retracting, your guitar giving out a loud whine as it's keys turn themselves, the strings tightening as a crack of lightning sounds, the sword drawing effortlessly from the ground as the thunder sounds, the glow fading form both blade and the ground. Pretty weird-ass shit

Cookies

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The Warfather bows to you, your orders/suggestions having been spoken as the Warfather turns and ushers you out of the room, leading you down blood-stained corridors and large rooms where screams of pain and pleasure and the sight of flesh on leather-bound flesh is not an uncommon sight and sound, leading you into a large throne room, where a vacant throne resides, a few of the other Warfathers already stood waiting in the room, their Battle Nuns, odd tall thin creatures with purple flesh cloaked in a red, revealing parody of a nun's habit, their index finger's long and sickle-like compared to their other fingers and their faces concealed by a warped, metallic mouth filled with rusty spikes of metal "We have reason to believe that something has been summoned at the Temple, Mistress" one of the Warfathers speaks, bowing his head "A squad of Druids have already been dispatched to it's location, though there is another pressing matter. We require greater numbers, and thus would like your permission to begin breeding experiments with captives" a second Warfather states, gazing at you

Battle Nun:

Dax

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A low, familiar rumbling sound wakes you up from what feels like the aftermath of trying to drink an entire keg of beer and three bottle of whiskey on your own. Cracking open an eye, you see the sight of an older guy, dressed in black suede trousers, a black and white rodeo-style shirt, left open to display a hairy chest with a celtic cross medallion around the neck. His hair is long and brown, with huge sideburns connecting to a thick moustache on his lips, though the side-burns don't seem to hide the pair of large warts on the left side of his face, his eyes hidden behind a pair of shades while a black cowboy hat protects his eyes from the sun. Oh yeah, and he's also got your bass in his hands, giving it a few experimental strums "Nice sound you got here, mate. I'da gone with thicker strings personally, but hey" the unfamiliar man said, his voice heavy with a english accent and slightly muffled by the cigarette clamped between his teeth as he holds your bass out to you

[Cookies]

"Something...?" Revelya repeated slowly, giving another hint of a curtsy at the present group. She knew as well as the warfathers that those druid zealots were mere cannon fodder, and not very good ones at that. Whatever has come into this world through summoning, no doubt it would find those druids as laughable as she deemed them. Oh well, at least someone got rid of them for her.

The second speaker, the one with those casually uttered words, sends icy tendrils close around her core. Captives, humans like her. Innocents, who'll soon find them in chambers filled with moans and screams alike, filled with... no. Those memories should stay locked up in the far recesses of her mind. Focus.
"Most unholy warfathers" Revelya found herself smiling, "I'm sure there are nuns abundant that will happily carry your offspring for you. They're not getting any younger after all... Besides, aren't these captives far better off toiling in our mines? What Second One in its right mind would want to copulate with a Human?"

She let those words linger in the air for a moment, before trailing an index finger along the seat of the throne wistfully.
"Please be so kind as to keep me informed about the progress of this 'something'. I needn't inform you about the grip the humans have on the lands, and it might not be wise to let them make a fist like they once have."
She glanced at the gathered Second Ones for a few moments, a nail digging into a crack on the throne's surface. "What is the status of the Black Tear...?"

[daxtinator396]

Sawn groans and comes to slowly feeling like he was the life of the party but not remembering having any to drink... his eyes opened and focused in front of him slowly,"Ugh.... hey... who are you and where am I? Are you Ormagoden? Did the pick send me here?" He asked quickly as he took his bass back and strung it over his back. The man approved and looked vaguely familiar. That voice too but he couldn't put a finger on it. He took a look around trying to wonder how he had to even gotten here.

[CrimsonNutcase37]

Cookies

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The Warfathers glance at each other and laugh, before one of them turns to you "A funny joke Mistress, we did not mean ourselves. We were referring to the beasts contained below that we have tainted. Emperor Doviculus was the one who originally created the project, but sadly, he died before it could be tested" The Warfather spoke, the others murmuring sounds of agreement, though your final question kills all sense of humor, the Warfathers looking at one another "The Sea of Black areas has begun to draw tide again, Mistress, with humans already flocking to it's shores"

Dax

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The guy just pulled down his shades, revealing blue eyes that send you a look that clearly says 'Are you fucking stupid?', the man taking a drag from his cigarette as he scratches one of his side-burns "Le'see, am I a giant beast made out of fire and metal? Gimme a few moments to think about it..." He asks sarcastically, before rubbing his chin thoughtfully and humming for a few moments before turning his head back to you "I'm...going to go with....No" The man says, before leaning back on the odd, extra-long motorbike nearby, a second bass placed next to what seems to be a row of amps

[daxtinator396]

Sawn felt he deserved that one but bristled abit anyway,"Time then.... well. Who are you and where the hell am I? I found this pick... strummed my bass with it and wound up here..." He said as he looked at the row of amps and the other bass,"So you play too?" He asked casually and then said,"Nice bike.... I dig it." He felt stupid but he couldn't really say much except awkward small talk until he could find some shit out,"Oh.... and the name is Sawn."

[Shura]

Although the pain was minimal, the surprise of being “bitten” by the sword caused Kenji to have an audible reaction. “Motherfucker! What the hell was that?” Before Kenji even realized it, he had pulled the sword free from the ground, and was thrusting the blade upwards towards the sky like some Saturday morning cartoon character. The fact that the sword was glowing didn’t help matters any, nor did the thunder in the background, or the wailing of his guitar. The only thing that was missing was a gray skull-like castle in the background. Oh well, Kenji was content to take what he could get, which in this case, was a pretty wicked sword.

Even if it was acting a bit strangely, he was glad to have his guitar. A life without music would get boring pretty fast, especially if there weren’t any people around to party with, or hot chicks to bang. Assuming the strap was still attached, and in any condition to be used, Kenji would strap the guitar to his back for the time being. When both of his hands were free, he would be compelled to further examine the sword that he had found. Having never really held a sword before, he expected to be a little intimidated by it, but he wasn't. If anything, he was simply in awe of the weapon. It was almost as big as him, which if you asked anybody in the locker room at the gym, was no easy task. Kenji was curious as to how he was able to pick the sword up with such relative ease. Realistically, it should’ve been much heavier, and probably felt a little awkward to hold. Such was not the case however. The more that he inspected the sword, the more he was compelled to swing it around. As much as he imagined swordplay to be an outdoor sport, this place was already wrecked, so he doubted that anybody would care if there were a few new nicks in the ground. The first swing felt smooth and natural, almost like he had done it before, but had no memory of it. Each successive swing felt easier and easier, almost to the point where he wasn’t even trying anymore. While the original goal had been to not impale himself, he soon felt oddly at home with the weapon. Maybe this is what had been missing from his life all along. Of course, how could he have been so stupid? It wasn’t love, money, or purpose that he was lacking; it was swords!

Aghast at his pseudo-revelation, Kenji was perhaps more pleased with himself than he should've been. Was he always such a badass? At this point, there was little to no doubt in his mind. The answer was yes.

[Cookies]

"I see" Revelya answered slowly, peeling into the throne with an absent claw. "In that case, I hope you'll allow me to take up Doviculus' project myself? There is a lot I can learn of the late emperor, and perhaps in his project I will see new ways to fight our enemy." She was sure they would notice she was showing more then her usual indifference, but she hoped the reason would suffice. It was a lie of course, she hoped to be granted authority over this project to spare the 'beasts' the humility and agony the warfathers would no doubt put them through, but perhaps it was in vain. She knew her position, and despite the title of mistress she held no real power. Yet.

"The sea is stirring? This is good. It feels the power of the humans growing, and as a result its beckoning grows louder. Or at least, let us hope this is the case" She continued, crushing a piece of the marble she scratched loose with her bare hand. "This should keep the balance while we strengthen our forces. Let the humans fight among themselves has always been a creed, has it not? And crush whatever ragtag bunch that remains? It sounds a bit dull, but at least that leaves us with time to focus on what we do best..."

With a final curtsy, she made for the door. They would surely want to hear from her own lips what it was they did best, but she would never say those words out loud. Her memories of those first weeks were locked in a steel box, and buried deep inside her mind where she'll never find it again. 'Focus' she commanded herself, her furry legs carrying her through halls decorated in a style that took a long time getting used to. 'You have a task now, focus on that. But first, speak with the Overblesser'.

[CrimsonNutcase37]

Dax

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The man glances behind him at the amps and the bass at the back of his bike and then at the bike itself "Yeah, it's a decent thing, alot faster then what I had before" the man said, taking yet another drag of his cigarette before flicking it away "Name's Kill Master and your in the Brutals Lands, near my place. Considering you got thrown from the sky and landed on a pile of my strings, took fucking ages to fix you" the man said before reaching behind him onto the odd bed-like compartment the amps were attached to and withdrawing a familiar-looking black and glass bottle of whiskey, taking a hearty swig of the drink before offering the bottle to you

Shura

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Yeah, it was weird, the size of the sword in your hands, you would have to have Hulk Hogan or Arnold Schwarzenegger-level strength to lift it, yet it feels almost light as a feather to you. But that's besides the point. A strange stomping is coming from one of the broken walls before an odd contraption makes itself known, It looks like a....mini-church on 4 legs? No, seriously, it looks like a huge red cushion with an altar in front beneath a circular maw with teeth, golden metal spires around the cushion and legs and 4 metallic, spiked fleshy insect-like legs with goat's hooves for feet supporting it and letting it walk. Fucking weird.

Oh yeah, and there's 4 dudes on it, all dressed in red robes, clutching wavy ritual swords, with one knelt at the book, praying "So the masters were right? One has been summoned" one of the odd guys speaks as the church-thing groans and lowers itself to the ground, letting the 5 druids off, their heads hidden beneath big red hoods

Druids =

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Cookies

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[DC to convince the Warfathers: 14
Roll: 12
Result: Failed to convince]

"You need not worry yourself with the project Mistress. If you like, one of us will take you to a demonstration, the Overblesser will be attending" one of the Warfathers says almost instantly after you ask to take the project. At your declaration of what to do, or rather, what to not do with the Sea, the Warfathers nod, agreeing with your decision to leave the Sea be. No doubt a force would rise from the Sea that would combat the mortals, leaving the Second Ones time to prepare. At the mention of 'what they do best' a few of the Warfathers nod and leave with their Battle Nuns, no doubt to begin creation of new forces while one leaves with you, no doubt to lead you to the demonstration

[daxtinator396]

Sawn raised an eyebrow at the name but nods,"Alright then. Mr. Kill master... I think maybe you could tell me a thing or two about this place... it seems pretty rocked out. Which makes sense. Thanks I'll take that drink." He said as he took a deep swig of the strong bourbon,"Yah.... that's good." He finished and then tried to get back on track," Wait... I fell from the sky and you fixed me? How!" He said suddenly worried and looking at himself.

[Shura]

Unsure of what to make of the almost Tim Burton-esque contraption, Kenji cocked an eyebrow as it entered the temple. Whatever it was, it seemed to be a vehicle of some kind, as there were a handful of passengers riding on it. When the nightmarish vehicle came to a halt, it began to lower itself, enabling its passengers to disembark. While nothing about the passengers, or the vehicle itself screamed that everything was going to be okay, Kenji saw his ticket out of here. “Yo! Taxi!” The druids, cultists, shriners, or whatever they were didn’t seem terribly amused by his remark, provided that they even heard it. They were mumbling something about masters and summons, and Kenji very much doubted that this had anything to do with jury duty. The hooded figures wore long robes, hiding much of their unknowingly demonic features. The wavy swords that each one of them carried looked kind of cool, but chances were good that they weren’t just harmless props.

“I don’t suppose any of you guys would be willing to tell me how I got here?” Bringing up his sword, Kenji rested the weapon on his shoulder, careful not to cut himself.

[Cookies]

Of course they would anticipate her offer. For a moment she forgot who she was dealing with. Already standing at the door however, she froze when the warfather once again informed her so casually that the overblesser would be attending. She had no choice but to come along as well, and witness what would no doubt be one of the nastiest orgies of the week. The eagerness was palpable, which only made it worse. She had hoped to speak to the Overblesser privately, the one responsible of tainting her, and demanding some answers. But how on earth could she demand anything when he was surrounded by his minions? Ugh, sometimes Revelya hated Second One politics.

With a weak nod of her head, she turned to follow her escort. After her summoning and tainting rituals there was little spare time to teach her about recent events. Nobody had said a word about her fighting forces yet, and she was dying to find out where she'd be able to conjure some. The palace had its guards of course, and an army was bred at the very moment, but she had heard tales of Doviculus and Succoria both breeding their own forces.
She prayed to any god willing to listen she wouldn't have to. In fact, she'd be fine just using Doviculus' left overs. Wild boars even, as long as she didn't have to copulate with these sick, twisted Tainted Coil. No matter the Taint forced into her, she still had standards damnit.

[CrimsonNutcase37]

Dax

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The man puts the bottle away then reaches into his pocket and takes out a bottle of fags, popping one into his mouth and lighting it with a Zeppo, taking a long drag before finally answering "You fell from the sky and landed on about 20 feet of solid metal bass strings, of course you needed to be fucking fixed. Screwed up that batch of strings as well" Kill Master said, a hint of annoyance in his voice before he reaches behind him and picks up the bass on his bike, giving it a few strums. As soon as he strums, a strange feeling of well-being floods your body, the headache you had been feeling disappearing

Shura

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The druids simply draw their blades "No, we do not" The one who had spoke says before they all ready their blades and start to approach, chanting some weird ass language. As they walk, their hoods fall off, revealing bald, scared demonic faces, filling with sharp pointed teeth and glowing red eyes. The first one swings at you with a sword

[DC to hit: 16 Roll:6 Result: Fail]

And misses, almost taking the arm of one of his companions off. Man these guys must SUCK with swords, but they look like they mean business

Cookies

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The Warfather leads you to one of the larger rooms, more commonly used for the almost daily orgies and rituals, where a group of the Warfathers, Battle Nuns, Soul Kissers and a large amount of Druids were waiting, the Overblesser stood on his mini-chapel, the creature he commonly rode stood in the centre of the crowd, while one Warfather was stood before the crowd, next to a large shaking cage and a breeding harness used for selective breeding of unruly animals, the Warfather before the crowd nodding as two Druids brought forth a struggling human female, one of the 'Razor Girls' if memory served, the Druids quickls securing the struggling, swearing human into the harness.

They then proceeded to cut the crotch and breasts of her clothes off, revealing her perky tits and her pert, pussy as the Warfather grabbed a chain from the cage and pulled it, the front of the cage opening to reveal a young Tollusk, one of the bear-like creatures from the normal lands, though this was was really young, about the size of a human instead of the size of a van they normally grew to. Though it was obvious this one had been tainted, it's body covered in cuts and scars, it's flesh covered in wounds while black liquid dripped from it's mouth. It sniffed the air once and turned it's head towards the bound woman, a rumbling growl coming from it's throat as it approached her slowly

Beast =

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Lynxy

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A satisfied grunt passes your lips as the beast above you cums, flooding your pussy with cum. Once again, you find yourself in your hands and knees within the Second One's stables, letting a beast take you. To be honest, it feels ALOT better then letting one of the actual Second Ones take you, alot less painful and to be frank, alot better looking then any other potential partners you might be able to find.
With a snort, the small Lazer Panther, it's claws cut, it's mouth muzzles and it's eyes hidden behind a thick black bondage blindfold, climbs off you, it's thick cock leaving your folds as it pads away to a corner of it's cell to clean itself

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[daxtinator396]

Sawn felt alittle bad that he had ruined a set of bass strings. Specially when they were going to a guy who seemed to mean serious bassness. And then the man actually played.... what the hell just happened. Did he just heal with SOUND? His bass is magic. Oh what the fuck. He finally asks,"Um... first off what the hell did you just do. You just played some notes and now I feel a lot better... loads. How did you do that? And the other thing... I feel bad about messing up your strings... let me help you get some new ones." He said feeling much better.

[Shura]

Kenji sighed at the response. It looked like these hooded guys wouldn’t be able to shed any light on the subject of his current predicament; they were about to add to it however. “Damn you guys are ugly.” Kenji grimaced upon seeing the seemingly mangled faces of the druids. Ugly or not, he had yet to realize that they were anything other than human. “Whoa! Careful with that thing!” Kenji was a bit startled when one of the druids came at him with a sword, or at least tried to. Lifting the sword off of his shoulder, Kenji pointed the tip at the druids, and finally, at the one who had taken a swing at him. “Let’s rock!” Kenji shouted before jumping into the fray and launching an attack of his own.

[Lynxy]

Mara sighed with something akin to contentment as the hobbled cat climbed down off her back and made it's way to the corner where it would proceed to lick itself. She rolled over with several clunks and tried to lay on her back while she recovered only to be reminded that the power she had received came with a cost to her comfort. On the hard floor, the steel implant in her spine bowed her back and made it impossible to even feign comfort. She groaned at having to get up, but there was no point in being on the stone floor longer than she had to be. There was no rest to be found here.

With several more clunks of steel-on-stone Mara pulled herself to her feet and stretched, looking around absently for her clothes as the majority of the Panther cum ran down her thighs. Finding her clothes, she pulled her polished leather stiletto boots on and was dressed. Well, at least what she was choosing to call dressed today. Without even toweling off, she made a few extra stretches for good measure and left the cell, locking the door behind her. Then she saw something that widened her smile.

"Come here" She said to the shadows among an empty cage. "NOW!" She demanded, Vicious for a fleeting moment before returning to her calm, composed self. From the shadow shuffled a Druid with a bulge in his robe that betrayed the fact that she'd had an audience. As Mara watched him approach, her stern expression softened and she turned to meet him by laying an arm on his shoulders and leading him along the hall in the direction she intended to go. "No need to be ashamed, young sir." She turned them up a flight of stairs, flashing him a coy smile. "I'm guessing you've done this before, and that you were hoping to one day get some of what I give the cats, Hmm? Be honest now, this may be your lucky day..." She spun the druid around to face her and flung his hood back to look him in the eye. I would say "eyes", but only one of them was something other than scar tissue. It was always an effort not to cringe at moments like this, but she was focused on putting the druid at ease and betrayed nothing in her expression. The Druid nodded, slowly at first, then more enthusiastically as Mara smiled and nodded along with him.

Mara grinned broadly, anticipating what was coming next as she ran her fingers down the Druids stomach to his waist. Then, she looked him in the eyes and pushed. She watched as the Druids eyes widened in surprise at being shoved, then further in shock as he found no foothold stepping back, then wider still in fear as he fell 18 feet flat on his back. Mara hung over the ledge and called down to the Druid. "What makes a sniveling little cockroach like you think he deserves to even look at me?! You want some of what the cats get? Fine. This is the cage where we starve them in preparation for breaking. Occasionally they eat one another..." She watches with growing excitement as the hungry cats are already beginning to stalk the winded Druid. "You may have what they receive, if you're strong enough, you presumptuous worm."

She watched gleefully as the cats pounced on the druid and began to eat before he'd even been killed. Mara had always respected the panthers. Their brutal efficiency and powerful, yet graceful bodies. They where everything that the twisted wreckage of her own race was not. Deciding that the time was juuust right to keep out of trouble while letting the Druid perish Mara suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs "Oh for fucks sake! Some stupid fucking Druid has gone and fallen in the pit again! What is that? Five this month? We need a lock on this thing or something!" With a smirk, she turned on her heel and walked toward the stable entrance. She was already late.

[Cookies]

Something could be said about a girl, clapped in irons, presented to a young male animal to sniff her scent in he air. But Revelya could speak of it only in horror. She remembered little of her own tainting, but seeing things such as this filled her mind with horrible images of animals and worse doing unspeakable things to her. Instead of looking away however, she feigned a yawn. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, your grace" She whispered to the warfather who accompanied her, "But for a creature bred for war such as myself such a display of decadence is beyond me. Do you really find this fascinating?"

She already knew the answer, yes. These creatures were hideous and hid themselves behind their outfits at all time, yet ironically they are driven by base desires and lust. But how do you lust after something that loathes itself so? By inflicting pain, shaming others, and altogether making yourself feel better then the other. Such as that poor girl. She was not here for entertainment, but simply to make these ugly souls feel better about themselves. Revelya herself was no different. She felt betrayed by these hideous monstrosities, and wanted nothing but revenge. But she couldn't, and so she'd have to vent her anger on fellow humans.

Not paying any more attention to the girl any more then needed, she excused herself and made way for the Overblesser. He sat there on his elevation, pompous as always, probably making her speak up as well, forcing her to beg for advice in public. Her whole situation frustrated her beyond compare. This decadence, this malice. This pointlessness. Her hands were itching to claw at something, to tear at something; and with each passing day Revelya felt like timebomb counting down. 'Give me an army' She begged silently, 'Give me a reason to get out of here'

[CrimsonNutcase37]

Dax

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The Kill Master stops playing a few seconds, before putting the bass gently back where he'd grabbed it from his motorbike, as if it was a common, everyday thing that he had just done. Which, granted by how he was actually FROM where you are right now, is the most likely answer "Uh...how did Eddie put it.....Oh yeah. In his world, a guitar made noise, but here, it set blokes on fire" The Kill Master said, his voice just a little bit slurred from the whiskey "And fuck it, it was only one load, about 20 are made and collected a day"

Shura

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[DC Roll to kill them all: 8 since they're freaking mooks
Roll: 18
Result: Success]

Your first surprise attack catches the nearest one by surprise, letting your blade easily sink straight through his chest and out the other side, the Druid letting out a screech and threw it's arms wide, it's blade flying out of it's hand and catching another in the head, felling him as well. God these guys SUCK, it's almost like they were MADE to be disposable. As the two corpses fall to the ground, the third lets out an angered shriek and swings at you, though you easily side-step and swing for it, the druid's head bouncing along the ground.

The fourth druid had been trying to sneak up on you, though the thrust it had tried missed, resulting on it falling on it's front, an easy target for you to just stab your sword into it's back. The remaining druid, now terrified tries to turn and flee towards the odd altar-like vehicle, resulting in your thrown sword sticking out of it's chest. Leaving you surrounded by corpses, warped blades and a weird religious looking thing on legs

Lynxy

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A few seconds after you yell, a group of 4 druids rush past, all wielding sharp hooks on sticks, no doubt hurrying to try and retrieve what remained of their brethren's corpse from the panther cage, too busy in their task to notice your naked body, panther cum trickling down your thighs and your pussy and breasts on show for all to see. The Battle Nun waiting by the stables to take you to the demonstration tilts her head at the sight of the cum, but doesn't comment, no doubt having no interest in what you do in your spare time, though you can easily see two points of her nipples through her habit as she turns to lead you to the demonstration that the majority of the hierachy is witnessing, your eyes easily spying moisture on her abnormally long index finger.

Seems someone ELSE was naughty earlier

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"You asked to see the late Emperor's project" The Warfather said calmly, though you can see the bulge in his priest robes betraying his true thoughts on the matter. In fact, a look around the room shows similar sights of sadistic sexual pleasure beginning, one particular pair having already gotten under way with a Warfather pushing a Battle Nun to the ground on her hands and knees, lifting her habit and forcing his gnarled member into her exposed behind while a hand clasped tightly around her throat while another tugs a corner of the habit down, revealing a heavily pierced breast. A quick glance at the Overblesser shows a dark smirk on his lips as he watches the scenes in front of him.

The beast gives the Razor Girl a few sniffs, no doubt taking in her scent befre opening it's mouth and letting a long, slimy red tongue slide past the beartrap-like teeth of it's metal face and flash up the Razor Girl's pussy and ass a few times, taking her and drawing panicked shrieks from the blond woman, though her struggles did nothing as the beast grunted and mounted the girl, sharpened claws digging into her barely covered hips as the Tollusk gave a few small thrust, the tip of something pink flashing beneath it's fur and brushing against her licked pussy before it growled and suddenly thrust forwards, a thick, 2 foot long bring pink cock stabbing out from the waist of the young Tollusk and burying itself into the Razor Girl, drawing an agonising scream from her before it started thrusting, the screams very quickly turning to screams of pleasure as the no doubt countless aphrodisiacs the Razor Girl had been fed kicked in, forcing her mind on solely the cock inside her