The Crusade of Arae

[FragranceofMtDew]

Ezra was dismayed to hear that her gauntlets would have to remain in their sorry state for a bit longer but carefully examined the merchants goods for anything she might find useful. Most of the stuff was a bit too pricey for her though. Was the Inquisition so hard up for cash that this was all they could start her off with? She would just have to find some work on the side to fund her quest. "Alright, I'll take a backpack and an Ulmnioson fruit." She told the merchant as she pulled out her crystal and used it to withdraw the 5 silvers she would need. The backpack was more of an investment for now and the fruit would be good for an emergency ration in case she couldn't find any food soon.

"And I don't suppose you'd be willing to give some information to a valued customer would you?" She asked as she handed him the money with her most charming grin. "If you could point me in the direction of the nearest town or somewhere I can earn some money I'd really appreciate it."

[A Vision of Sound]

Claudia:

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The merchant grins as he looks you over for a few moments, before shaking his head with an exasperated sigh. "No can do, my love. Times are tough as you can probably imagine, and us travelling merchant-folk need all the money we can get! I'll tell you what, though." He says, a twinkle in his eye as he moves around and enters his cart for a brief moment, occasional curses and sputters ringing out as the sound of an avalanche of items suddenly out from inside the cart, before the wizard comes out and grins, completely collected. He carries a pouch with him, before he hands it to you, and takes your money. "I'll throw in this Bones' Bane powder for you. Combine it with the current powder in your staff, and you should have at least a better casting weapon. Now, as for your cloak."

He then nods towards you and you give him your cloak, which he then takes, turns around, and lays it on an empty area on the table. Closing his eyes as he plants his palms together, he lowly begins muttering the rites to a spell, and his left hand is suddenly imbued with a purple flame. He points with his finger like he would be making a scalpel out of it, and while chanting still, he slowly roves his finger over all the numerous tears, cuts, and blemishes on your coat. Seconds later, he's finished and the purple flame is extinguished. He picks up the coat and hands it to you, smiling again.

"60 copper well spent, wouldn't you say? But unfortunately, that'll be all for me. It's time to go!" He happily announces, snapping his fingers as he seemingly is lifted up in the air, before he plops on the purple wagon. Another extremely heavy gust of air shoots out in every direction, blinding you temporarily, before it fades all too quickly. When you open your eyes, both the travelling wizard and his cart is gone. What a strange world, this is.

You idly look around and find that yes, indeed, the trees are still off in the distance, with no other real landmark to speak of. You could go in any direction you want.

Status:
Health 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Hungry.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 10 copper.
Mental Arsenal: Immolation, weakened Psychic abilities, minor healing, electricity, Mind Manipulation, Magical Barrier, Magical Conjuring.
Equipment: A weak, pixie dust-infused wizard staff. A black cloak with mana-channeling properties. A bag of Bones' Bane.
Core:
Strength - 1 (+1)
Dexterity - 7 (+1)
Constitution - 4 (+1)
Intelligence - 7 (+1)
Charisma - 3 (+1)
Perception - 6 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Kiera:

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You quickly rope up the creature, its numerous limbs getting in the way slightly, but once you manage to pin it along your belt so your cloak could conceal it, that problem quickly falls 'neath the surface. You look around for a few moments, before nodding to yourself as you get along with your destination- The woods. You set off towards them, your mind wandering to various things as you go. You wonder just how you're going to lead the army, and how much of a challenge the Dark One will be. If the Heroine couldn't even touch him, how could?...

(Roll: 12) Your thoughts are cut short as you look in the grass, and are surprised that you find an egg laying in a perfectly small, rounded-out nest. The egg is white, with faint purple splotches covering it. It looks far too small to be the child of anything too dangerous, so picking it up shouldn't be very harmless, and your eye is definitely caught by it.

Whether or not you choose to pick up the egg, you venture onwards towards the forest, and are making good time. It's still a few hours away though, likely two at the most, and the sun is starting to drop from mid-day. It's quite peaceful just walking through the meadows. You can see far in any direction, and (Encounter roll: 12) strangely, you see a figure striding from the beginnings of the forest. It's coming at you alarmingly fast, so fast that within ten minutes, you can clearly make out the details of a young boy riding on horseback with a deep gouge in his right arm. He holds his arm, which would be sleeveless, while grimacing, a trail of blood flowing down it. He hardly gives you more than a second thought, except to drop a bag at your feet, never ceasing his gallop. He continues at his breakneck pace, well out of sight. You frown as you look at the bag, and curiosity overcomes you. You open it, and see a collection of coins. Th-...It's at least 90 copper in total!

The choice is yours what you want to do with it, and as you look back in the distance, the figure of the boy on horseback is gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts, and a bag of coins all on your lonesome.

Status:
Health: 28/28 (25+2+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: A bit parched.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Leather armor in very poor condition. A black fur cloak. A well-maintained crossbow. A somewhat dull knife. Snares, ropes, and crossbow bolts in excellent condition. A small green lizard-like corpse.
Core:
Strength - 3 (+1)
Dexterity - 8 (+1)
Constitution - 5 (+1)
Intelligence - 5 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 7 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 5

Vyn:

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You grit your teeth as the club comes down on your ear, the club by now starting to choke you of your air. You can't seem to muster the will nor strength to resist as your pants are ripped off of your lower half, sending them flying over the goblin's shoulders, exposing your soft, toned legs. The one strangling you eases up slightly, just enough to that your head is kept pinned to the ground as another goblin quickly comes up and grabs the bottom of your jaw, forcing your head to look backwards. As you're forced to do this, something blunt, hard, and a tad slimy presses against your lips, and it's only then that you realize that the goblin' cock is trying to seek purchase on your mouth! Not having any of it, you attempt to lift your legs to grab the goblin on top of you with your incredible flexibility, (Roll: 7 [-5 Panicking!] = 2) but unfortunately, as soon as you try it, the goblin at your ankles quickly reaches up and grabs your feet, grunting as he sets them on either of his shoulders.

You grit your teeth as hard as you can in an attempt to muster the strength to keep the goblin's dick out of your mouth, (Roll: 7) and you provide a valiant effort. That is, until the goblin would be smart enough to pinch your nose shut, cutting off your air supply. While he does, a pair of grubby hands paw at the sides of your panties, and slowly, inch by inch, they're forced up your thighs, then are flung off to the side, exposing your tight, pink pussy. The goblin then positions himself in-between your legs, and soon the faint rustling of clothes coming off skin is apparent over the goblin on your chest. Seconds later, a thick, warm cock rubs itself between the lips of your sex, brushing harshly against your clitty as it does so.

You just can't hold your breath anymore, try as though you might. You'll just be knocked unconscious if you don't breathe, and if that were to happen, you'll just be used and won't be able to fight back at all. You regretfully and painfully open your mouth to suck in a greedy mouthful of air, before it's quickly filled with the musky taste of goblin-cock. The goblin then proceeds to grip your throat and grunt, getting himself off with your mouth as he fucks your face.

Soon after, the remaining goblins, heedless of their fallen comrades, pull down their pants as well, sporting thick, if short, hardons. They stroke their cocks on either side of you, roughly gripping your hands to attempt to get you to jerk them off simultaneously as you're roughly handled. "Oi, che' ou' this 'ere dirty bitch!" One of them cries, stroking his stiffie next to your hand.

"Ayy, she's a fukk'n roight one! Feels lo'ik a virgin, iss'un!" the one in between your legs claims, the one with the pot-helmet who would be their leader! "Fukk'n bitch killed 'me bruvva. Let's pound'er int'a th' ground, ayy?" One of them declares, which is met by multiple "Ayes!"

The one fucking your face lets out several grunts with every thrust, his balls slapping against your forehead. "Unf! Unf! Uuuunf! Oo, her mouth's roight, I tell ya...Y'loik it, whore?!" He taunts, slapping your face with the back of his hand.

Resistance will prove tough and may end up in your injury, but you could potentially bite down on the cock forcing its way in your mouth, and attempt to resist again. It may not end well, though.

Status: 
Health: 22/25 (24+1)
Mind: Panicking.
Nutriments: A bit parched.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Nature's Nourishment, Zephyr's Whisper, Charm Animal.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Elf race (Passive mana regeneration along with a slightly larger mana pool.)
Equipment: Light armor in perfect condition. A satchel in good shape, filled with: Blueberries.
Core: 
Strength – 5 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution – 4 (+1)
Intelligence – 5 (+1)
Charisma – 3 (+1)
Luck – 3 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Rukarra:

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As you're hit by the spell in full force, you're helpless to unclasp your bra and let it flop to the ground, freeing your breasts much to the Imp's delight. He lands on the ground so that he wouldn't be flying as you lean down quite far and wrap your breasts around his roughly-six inch, red, pulsing dick. You slowly press your breasts against his cock with both hands, gradually giving him a titfuck which he's more than happy to stand and take, his hot, demon precum guzzling between your cleavage to provide lewd shlicks as you continue the lewd action, your face on fire.

It's not long until one of your hands slowly lowers itself down to your pants, roughly pressing two fingers against your crotch and rubbing up and down nice and hard to stimulate yourself, but your eager scent is beginning to fill the air, something the Imp is more than happy to drink in. "Ahh...I...Didn't even think I was this powerful, to subdue someone with just...Unnf~...That spell...You must have been eager!" He grins, lightly pumping his hips up against your tits. You suddenly remember at this point that you absolutely detest magic, and keep this in mind as your mouth inexplicably draws nearer and nearer to the demon's cock, which would be standing perfectly at attention with a dollop of pre on his urethra. (Will roll: 15) You grit your teeth and manage to wrestle a bit of the overwhelming feelings in your mind, combating them for the moment as you resist with all your might; Bringing your teeth down on the tip of the Imp's cock, but not hard enough to injure or draw blood. The Imp simply winces and closes his eyes, thinking you're just being kinky and not about to bite his dick off.

That is...If you really want to. Your nether regions are slick and so hot, it'd feel so good to just give in and resist...It's difficult to bring your jaws down on the bastard's cock, it's even starting to taste good...But he's a demon, if he mates with you...Oh, decisions...In either case, you're in a position where you can bite the fucker's dick off.

Status:
Health: 29/30 (27+2+1)
Mind: Lust-crazed. (-1 Intelligence)
Nutriments: Hungry. A bit parched.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Two battles axes, in masterful condition. Rusty, weak iron pauldrons. Leather bra and pants maintained perfectly.
Core:
Strength – 8 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution - 6 (+1)
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 5 (+1)
Luck - 4 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Gaen:

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You suppress a growl of unadulterated, seething anger, before you quickly calm yourself and think clearly about the situation at hand. Food and water, those are the top priorities. You look at the grub and frown, it squirms in your hand and lets out a quiet shriek in fear. You take your new sword and jab the side of the grub's body, sending a gentle torrent of strong-smelling liquids flooding out of the grub's fat. It seems the effect is potent, so you spread the grub along your arm, where the urine is most powerful. For the most part it completely drowns it out; You're at least a bit less difficult to track now. Your bleeding wounds are still a problem however, and you clutch your arm and suppress a growl. Whoever these hunters are, they'll surely pay for what they did to you.

You head on to the forest, your newly-acquired short-sword in hand, thanks to your inability or disinterest in crafting a sheath at the moment. About thirty minutes pass before you're close, and you can see the deep interior of the trees as you come up to it, walking yourself past the beginnings of the forest. Lush vegetation utterly blooms around you, and you're almost even impressed by how full of life this forest is. Of course, you don't focus on this for long, you need to get to a water source. (Roll: 3) Unfortunately, as you continue on, you don't hear or spot anything that could be used for water at all.

You look down and notice your somewhat shallow wounds have clotted; You're not bleeding anymore. You frown as you continue to look around, (Roll: 14) before the faintest of sounds begin entering your ear. You stop and listen for a moment, before you confirm your suspicions. A river! Not wanting to give your position away however, you calmly walk and adjust your grip on your sword as you traverse to the sounds of running water, not wanting to run. It's a time before you actually find it, but find it you do. It's roughly five feet deep, and several feet, likely ten or so, across. The stream runs plentifully- The water is crystal-clear, and you get a strong sense that you could drink it without boiling it and you'd be fine.

However, as you look up the river, a small, gentle trail of red is flowing through the water. Blood. Luckily it's too far away to contaminate the water flowing right in front of you, but it's still very much there, and passes by in a long stream. Seconds later, you look up the river again and see the corpse of a goblin with no shirt, missing a head. It floats past you in silence, before disappearing from sight. How strange.

Status:
Health: 26/31 (29+2)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Thirsty. Slightly famished.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health) In the sun.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Killer Instincts, Iron Will, Bloodlust, Outcast, Weakened by the Sun, Dark Urges. (All passives.)
Equipment: A perfectly-made and maintained axe. A dull shortsword with a sheath. A hunting knife in average condition. Patchy, slightly weakened leather armor, missing an arm completely. The existing arm on the armor is home to several gashes and teeth marks. Three bolas, one being infused with magic, the other two of masterful make. A well-crafted, slightly curved shortsword.
Core:
Strength - 8
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 7
Intelligence – 4 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 5 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Yvria:

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You pocket your coin and slowly start making your descent down a clear path for you to follow. It's about seven feet wide, and is home to stone steps which you easily take advantage of. The descent down is quiet, peaceful, and ultimately relaxing, yet you stay on your guard just in case. (Roll: 20!) A step gives way 'neath your feet, and if you were unprepared, you easily would have slipped and hit your head. Before the step can crumble and fall down the stone pathway and make more noise, likely alerting anything nearby to your location, you press your foot against it and stop it, quickly picking up the piece and placing it somewhere where no one else would slip. Phew, that was close.

You continue down, until you come to a somewhat clearing in the mountain. (Encounter roll: 8) It's just then that a cloth-pants-covered orc slowly strides out of a cave that you failed to notice to your left, wiping his head with a large piece of cloth that could hardly be called a towel. He yawns and steps forwards, seeming to stretch and quietly groan, before he spots you nonchalantly. He then does a double-take and stares at you for the briefest of moments, before pointing and yelling alarmingly loudly, beating his chest as he thunders forwards! You have a fight on your hands!

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance.
Core:
Strength - 3 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution - 3 (+1)
Intelligence - 4 (+1)
Charisma - 6 (+1)
Perception - 6 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Umbrage:

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You glare at the bandit as he figures out your spell, and continue to keep your shield up, focusing on quietly chanting the words as you charge at him, feinting with your cane, before flicking open the locking mechanism to loop around and hit him with your sword. (Initiation roll- Bandit: 13 Umbrage: 10. Bandit attack roll: 19) As your charge at him, your voice rises in intensity with your spell, your face turning into a fierce grimace as you lash out, but unfortunately your feint is seen through, and the bandit almost throws himself to the side. Once he regains his balance however, he snarls as he slashes at you with his dagger in an upwards motion near your hip, then his attack smoothly transforms into a roll as your shield is broken, sending magical shrapnel flying out and hitting the trees and bushes. Your shield regenerates and pieces itself back together, and the bandit watches your every move. Infuriated, you charge at him again, too ferocious for him to attack you first! (Attack roll: 18) You twirl and extend your sword to slice at his hip, but end up turning around almost instantly as soon as the bandit would prepare to evade your attack, and whip around with your cane to wail him on the side of the head. You utterly brain him as he lets loose a cry of anguish and falls to the ground, twitching and writhing on the floor, blood seething out of his head and a few broken teeth laying on the ground next to him. You stop chanting the rites to the spell, and your shield disintegrates.

He gurgles as he lays his arms next to him, barely able to choke out, "I-...S-..So-..." Is all he can manage, however. Blood is pooling around his head, and you watch him writhe. You take another look at the village in the far distance, then focus back on the man. You then go about deciding what you'll do, now.

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Slightly fatigued.
Nutriments: A bit famished. A bit thirsty. Slightly fatigued.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in poor condition, save for the chestpiece. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality.
Core:
Strength – 5 (+1)
Dexterity - 9 (+1)
Constitution - 4 (+1)
Intelligence - 5 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 3 (+1)
Luck - 2 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Ezra:

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You view just how much money you'll be paying the man, and are told you'll be spending a total of 30 copper altogether. You sigh and give the man your money, before strapping your backpack on and putting the fruit inside. The man gains a twinkle in his eye as he grins, nodding to you. "Aye, my dear. The town would be east of here, through the forest, and down a well-travelled path, you'll know it when you see it, it's where I came from, as a matter of fact. From here you'll keep completely straight for two left turns, and at the third left turn, follow the road. You'll be lead to an overlook over the nearest village, and that is where you shall find your work. Best of luck to you!" He cheerfully shouts, sitting on his wagon as he whips his horse with the reigns and takes off at a slow pace, waving friendily at you as he departs.

Knowledge in mind, you start down the path, idly adjusting the strap along your backpack. You slowly enter the forest after a good few minutes, and look around idly. (Encounter roll: 17) Thankfully, nothing looks back at you, and you continue on your way, not especially bothered by anything other than the occasional mosquito. The directions of the man prove true, and the first left turn comes up to you after a good hour or so of hiking. You hope you can remember the directions, however...

Status:
Health: 30/30 (27+2+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Slightly thirsty. Slightly famished.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit.
Core:
Strength – 7 (+1)
Dexterity - 7 (+1)
Constitution - 6 (+1)
Intelligence - 2 (+1)
Charisma - 2 (+1)
Perception - 4 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 5

[RavenLord]

Sight of clear water was a welcome sight, and a sign of his turning fortunes Gaen dared to hope, though he knew was being optimistic, a trait he had picked up from Lucy. He knew that while he had found the river relatively quick, it did not mean he would have large amount of time to dally as he wished since sooner or later, his hunters would track him down. It was not a question of whether he was able to escape them or not, for mutant did not wish to escape. Gaen wanted that confrontation and wanted it happen on his own terms, so he had to be quick. This was why Gaen did not investigate when he saw the headless corpse carried away by the river and instead first he drank from the river the satisfy his thirst before stripping the armor of his wounded arm to clean and treat his own wounds while setting the piss stained armor piece aside. He tried to be as fast as possible without making any needless mistake as time was of the essence and every second he saved, was second he could spend on preparations for his pursuers.

[Zankio]

Shaking her head in protest as her pants are stripped from her legs, Vyn inhales deeply as the pressure on her neck was eased.Providing little relief as one of the goblins grabs her jaw attempting to stuff its hard cock into her mouth, causing her to grit her teeth in denial. The sudden exposure of her untouched nethers to the open air sends a jolt through her body, causing a flush to rise to her cheeks as she feels something sliding against her soft pink slit, her hips twitching as something hot rubs against her sensitive clit. Unable to hold her breath for long due to the goblin pinching her nose she is forced to take a large breath of air, giving the short creature the perfect chance to filler her mouth with his pungent cock. Struggling to breath as he begins to thrust into his mouth, the invasive action making her mind begin to spin.

Not paying much attention to what they where saying Vyn feels them attempting use her hands as well, too preoccupied with the assaults on her mouth and pussy to offer much resistance. The lack of air made her thoughts become more shallow as a part of her is simply thankful they haven't taken this chance to end her life. Her eyes clenched shut as all she seems capable to do is try and force the goblins shaft out of her mouth, but knowing that any attempt to use her teeth would simply result in a rougher treatment she could only struggle and try to move her mouth away, but the awkward movement wouldn't be capable of much else but further pleasuring the unsightly creature.

[MyLittleCossack]

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You pocket your coin and slowly start making your descent down a clear path for you to follow. It's about seven feet wide, and is home to stone steps which you easily take advantage of. The descent down is quiet, peaceful, and ultimately relaxing, yet you stay on your guard just in case. (Roll: 20!) A step gives way 'neath your feet, and if you were unprepared, you easily would have slipped and hit your head. Before the step can crumble and fall down the stone pathway and make more noise, likely alerting anything nearby to your location, you press your foot against it and stop it, quickly picking up the piece and placing it somewhere where no one else would slip. Phew, that was close.

You continue down, until you come to a somewhat clearing in the mountain. (Encounter roll: 8) It's just then that a cloth-pants-covered orc slowly strides out of a cave that you failed to notice to your left, wiping his head with a large piece of cloth that could hardly be called a towel. He yawns and steps forwards, seeming to stretch and quietly groan, before he spots you nonchalantly. He then does a double-take and stares at you for the briefest of moments, before pointing and yelling alarmingly loudly, beating his chest as he thunders forwards! You have a fight on your hands!

Enjoying the scenery during her careful pathing, Yvria would hum softly to herself. The soft passage of time would quicken with the humble sounds of orally preserved lullabies from her homeland. Memories of similar terrain revisited her mind, creeping only casually above her keen observance of her surroundings as each footfall was tread carefully. The only thing missing was snow and she could've sworn she was back in the Northern lands. The foot path would seem stable as she continued, that was, until a sudden stone would fall with her light step atop it and almost began a long, loud tumbling journey down to either the bottom of the range or into a hidden crevice for both the stone and female. Luckily for the rock and the reflexive humanoid, Yvria's left foot shot out to secure the rock. A frustrated hiss from Yvria's maw being all that resulted from the potential mishap before the rock was rolled with her hands away from the trail into a safe position. Her tail agitatedly twitched with the unneeded stress and her ears lowered themselves backwards into a defensive position while she scanned the local area for any who would notice her near slip, only to result in the response of the light wind.

Rolling her shoulders now, Yvria would continue and rub her forearms, hoping to see some sort of reward for her journey thus far. Before she would begin a prayer to the gods above, her flittering eyes would identify the clearing in the trail ahead. Spirits and hopes rose as she began to quicken her pace, her joy deadening her caution as she jogged into the clearing to see a lovely patch of mountain flowers and grasses resting in the cool breeze. Her attention totally on the beauty before her instead of the pitch black cave that produced a lumbering green tinted beast of muscular portions. Yvria would only notice the being when he did her, his temporary confusion towards the unexpected visitor being met with Yvria's own before both realized their roles in this situation. The predator taking his chance to alert any comrades and display his strength by yelling and primally beating his chest while Yvria wasted little time in realizing that profit was far from this place. Her claws eject from their normal position as her feet turn on the heel to attempt to flee, life lessons in the way of fights had taught her that stabbing orcs generally were not a productive way to turn a coin or a long life. "Nope, no, no, this is not forrr herr! Keep to yourr cave and Yvria to the path! Begone demon!", she spat without thinking.

[KnightVanilla]

In her attempt to eliminate her foe she made a misstep. Her pride wounded as he taunted her further as she lunged after him again to accidently bash his head in. As he lie on the floor gurgling his own blood she was able to take a moment to breath and call herself. Deciding to look into his belongings to find anything of use. However as she heard the words he was trying to speak she took a bit of pity on him and recited her regeneration spell. Luckily the spell was never too draining and he would be healed by the time they arrived to the village.

Attempting to carry him now with her cane sword and his knife latched onto her belt she walks off muttering to herself as she counted the money on him. "You might as well pay for our room for causing me all this trouble." taking a deep sigh.

[Reaver]

She had a possible food source and was close to the woods which would probably provide shelter, more game and water if she was lucky. If she didn't have to keep moving to get to the Ultima Bellum, Kiera wouldn't have minded staying near the woods to scope out some game. For now she needed to find a replenishing source of water. Not to mention she still didn't know exactly where she was going. No one had used their stones to find out where to go, at least to Kiera's knowledge. Perhaps she'd keep waiting until next morning to use hers, or night could be better since most things would have settled down to sleep except for the dangerous predators. She was so deep in thought that that almost didn't notice the nest until she was next to it and her foot had nearly gone through the egg. The huntress was a bit surprised to find a nest in such an open place but since she didn't know what creature laid that type of egg she couldn't really judge it's intelligence or animal instincts.

Her crossbow was ready in her hand as Kiera slowly picked up the small egg with her other hand to examine it closer. She hoped that the egg was too far along since she didn't plan on hatching it. She wondered if it was a reptile's or a bird's egg but did not dwell on it too long since the animal would probably be small enough to be handled and added to her growing food supply. Now her problem was transporting the egg without decreasing how ready she could be if a combat situation happened. Holding it in one hand was out of the question, since that would leave her too open and holding it with rope could apply too much pressure and crush the egg. It almost seemed like she'd have to leave the egg there when a solution provided itself in the form of a bloodied child. At first she planned on the shooting the kid off of the horse but then realized that was no guarantee that the horse would stop, not to mention she was sure all the "viewers" wouldn't approve of child killing. With a sigh she lowered her crossbow, intent on letting the boy pass, noticing and not caring about his wounded arm. She did, however care about the bag he dropped at her feet.

"90 copper..... Neat." Transferring them into the stone before using the bag to hold the egg then tying the bag to the other side of her belt. Everything had worked out and now she was on her way again towards the woods. "Find water first then shelter." Reminding herself of her priorities for before night fell.

[FragranceofMtDew]

"Alright, thanks a lot! Safe travels to you too!" Ezra thanked the merchant and returned his wave as he slowly rode off into the distance. She then stored the fruit she had purchased in her new backpack before slinging it over her shoulder and setting off onto the forest path. Didn't seem to be much activity in the forest or at least nothing that wanted to tangle with her. That made the first hour or so of hiking pretty easy although somewhat dull. At least she reached the first turn.

"Alright so I go straight here and the next one. Turn left at the third. Got it." Ezra picked up the pace slightly as she had already spent more time just walking than she'd have liked. She was starting to feel slightly thirsty so as she walked she kept an ear out for the sound of running water in hopes that there would be a stream or something nearby.

[Claudia]

Takes her newly repaired cloak in to her hands, smiling, before slinging it back around her neck. As she takes the Bones' bane powder in to her hands, before placing it in to her pocket, waiting to put it on her staff in a much less.. Open area. "Hey, uh.. Thanks! I can't thank you enough for fixing my cloak up! It's as good as new!". As the Merchant bids farewell, she would raise her hand to wave goodbye, before a large gust of wind causes her to close her eyes, before re-opening them to see that the Magical Salesman is completely disappeared, strange. As she looks around for any landmark, she decides to head over in to the trees over yonder, hoping that their may be civilization, or at least a few friendly faces to send her in the right direction.

[Majora]

Even though Rukarra was very very horny she knew that if the demon mated with her it would not only be embarrassing to have the tiny imp fuck her, but also the fact that it may corrupt her. She decided to go through with her plan as she bit hard through the imp's shaft as she tried to grab him and strangle him, trying to kill him in any way that she could and most likely catch him by surprise. Using her breasts as a distraction was a good tactic she thought, perhaps she'd use it some other time as she tried to murder the imp, if she succeeded she'd make sure to chop off its head and wear it on her belt as a trophy for the imp who almost banged her.

[A Vision of Sound]

Everyone:

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The sun is beginning to fall into the recesses of late afternoon. The Blessing spell will wear off in an hour.

Gaen:

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You view the decapitated goblin's body for only the briefest of moments, verifying that it isn't a threat before you immediately toss your sword to the dirt and get on your knees, stripping down of your armor as you eagerly bid the contents of the river to your mouth. You slake your thirst, but you're helpless to feel that you're starting to feel a bit famished, though it's going to be a while before you'll need a meal in you. You wash the water over your wounds, and you wince not a single time; There are far worse pains than this. It would be very easy to clean the armor of the piss and a bit of the blood on the underside of it, but whether you actually do so is up to you.

You look up ahead and see more blood; A long stream of it, followed quickly by another body. Peering at it, it seems to have suffered a fatal wound straight through the heart. Figures, none of these little bastards have any armor save for their pants. You continue cleaning yourself, (Roll: 7) The process having taken longer than you would have liked, and ultimately, you've ended up wasting five minutes. Not exactly a loss, but every single second counts. As you finally finish, (Encounter roll: 19) you catch the faintest sound of a shriek of a feminine nature further up the river. It sounds like she's in extreme duress, and if she's a potential Crusader as you are, it may be useful having a partner. That is, depending on if the figure crying for help is legitimately a Crusader, you know not.

Status:
Health: 26/31 (29+2)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Slightly famished.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health) In the sun.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Killer Instincts, Iron Will, Bloodlust, Outcast, Weakened by the Sun, Dark Urges. (All passives.)
Equipment: A perfectly-made and maintained axe. A dull shortsword with a sheath. A hunting knife in average condition. Patchy, slightly weakened leather armor, missing an arm completely. The existing arm on the armor is home to several gashes and teeth marks. Three bolas, one being infused with magic, the other two of masterful make. A well-crafted, slightly curved shortsword.
Core:
Strength - 8
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 7
Intelligence – 4 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 5 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Vyn:

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You groan as the goblin's shaft fills your mouth and eagerly begins rutting away, his two knobby hands gripping your throat to steady himself as he pumps his cock in and out of you. The one that knocked you down, which would be sitting on top of you, is now pawing at your chest piece, and actually succeeds in unlatching your armor. He barks to his comrades who have control of your wrists and lift them up, before he pulls your shirt off of you, sending it flinging to the side. Your bra is soon added to the growing pile of clothes scattered around you, and your breasts are freed from their stifling prison. Your cherry-red nipples sit pleasantly on top of your well-rounded breasts, which are all-too-quickly engulfed by the goblin atop of you, his mouth closing around your left nipple with his black tongue rolling over and against it, setting both of your tips hard under the stimulation. The very same goblin then reaches down into his pants, fishes around for a bit, and unsheathes a thick, short cock much like his battle brothers. He flops it down between the valley of your tits, and mushes your breasts together around his green shaft, thrusting vigorously as he gets himself off using you as a tit-toy.

The goblin previously rubbing his tip against the lips of your sodden sex slowly pulls his hips back, before letting out a garbled cry as he roughly gyrates his hips forwards, penetrating you roughly and sinking all six inches of his cock in your cunt. You can't help but clench down around the thick pole resting inside of you, his balls twitching and resting against your ass, before he cries out, gripping your thighs which would be pressing against his chest. "Unnnf, she's a roight 'ore indeed...She's reeeel fukk'n toight, lads!" He announces, gritting his teeth shut, before pulling his hips back and thrusting anew, grunting as he does so.

The goblin fucking your mouth's thrusts quickly grow harder and rougher, the poor little guy humping your face with a burning passion, before he suddenly yelps as you attempt to move your mouth away, this making him think that you're voluntarily trying to bob your head up and down his shaft, and in turn, he starts cumming. Thick streams of ivory spunk shoot down your throat as the goblin sporadically thrusts, his cock-cream filling your mouth up and causing a bit of it to dribble past your lips. Utterly spent, the goblin's cock grows flaccid in your mouth, and he slowly pulls out, causing you to cough up a bit of his sperm. However, the goblin to your right quickly takes advantage of an opened orifice, and gets down on his knees, lightly slapping your face with his cock. Then, unceremoniously, he lines his dick up with your face and thrusts forwards while you cough up a bit more cum-- And penetrates your mouth once more. The new goblin's cock is slightly bigger, and he takes advantage of your spasming throat as he thrusts against you.

You decide not to resist, doing so would only subject you to danger, so you lay there and take it. Your hands forced to grasp the drooling cocks of the two goblins on either side of you, your legs propped up on a thrusting goblin's shoulders as he fucks your tight pussy, and the goblin forcing his way in your mouth over and over again, spunk leaking down your throat...You're...Starting to feel a little turned on, if disgusted by this. Your hands almost twitch around the two cocks forcing their pleasure from you, like you actually want to start jerking them off!

Status: 
Health: 22/25 (24+1)
Mind: Starting to feel a bit randy.
Nutriments: Thirsty.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Nature's Nourishment, Zephyr's Whisper, Charm Animal.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Elf race (Passive mana regeneration along with a slightly larger mana pool.)
Equipment: Light armor in perfect condition. A satchel in good shape, filled with: Blueberries.
Core: 
Strength – 5 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution – 4 (+1)
Intelligence – 5 (+1)
Charisma – 3 (+1)
Luck – 3 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Yvria:

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The two of you briefly stare at one another in a standstill for the briefest of moments, before as he charges you turn tail and run, yelling almost nonsensically as you do, the entire situation seeming like something straight out of a comedy. As you dig your pawed feet into the ground, (Roll: 2 [Dexterity: 5 divided by 1/4 = 1] = 3) you utterly twist your ankle and that brief shot of pain is enough to send you to the ground, groaning. The Orc however, continues charging and (Roll: 13) keeps his balance, before advancing on you, crossing his arms as he stomps his foot on your chest, keeping you pinned to the floor. He crosses his arms and roughly rolls out, "What doing. Disturb me!" He growls, his foot increasing its pressure down on your chest. It's up to you how you want to deal with this, but the situation definitely doesn't look good.

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance.
Core:
Strength - 3 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution - 3 (+1)
Intelligence - 4 (+1)
Charisma - 6 (+1)
Perception - 6 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Umbrage:

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The man instinctively flinches as best as he's able as you approach, letting out a soft yelp of fear as he feels your hands on him, before you search through his belongings and find a small pouch. Inside is 10 copper, which you quickly appropriate. You take his dagger and sling it in your belt, and take your cane staff and sigh, looking down at the man. You set your staff against the ground and close your eyes, focusing on the rites of your spell. You press both hands against his chest despite his wound being on his head, and begin murmuring the words of passage to signal the start of your spell. (Roll: 5 [Intelligence: 5 divided by 1/4 = 1] = 6) You slightly waver in your spell, lowering its overall effectiveness. You finish the rites of the spell and press your hand against his chest, sending his cells into overdrive to gradually begin healing him at the cost of your mana supply. You grit your teeth as you grab the man and begin carrying him, making your way down the look-off point. He manages to whisper out, "Th-...Thank you..."

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Slightly fatigued.
Nutriments: A bit famished. A bit thirsty. Slightly fatigued.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in poor condition, save for the chestpiece. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. A pouch filled with ten copper.
Core:
Strength – 5 (+1)
Dexterity - 9 (+1)
Constitution - 4 (+1)
Intelligence - 5 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 3 (+1)
Luck - 2 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Kiera:

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You look and frown down at the egg for a brief, fleeting moment, before you take advantage of your intelligence and place it inside the bag you appropriated from the horse-boy, and tie it around your waist. Patting the egg for effect, you set off on your way again, heading towards the forest.

You fear you might not even reach the forest before night will fall, but trek on you do. You continue to make good time, idly entertaining yourself with brief flashes of the game you've hunted, and the game you'll hunt soon enough. You make sure to always stay alert however, and never let your guard down in case any more of those blasted lizards jump out at you. (Encounter roll: 13) Unfortunately, you see a collection of people gathering in the distance to your right. They don't seem to be particularly doing anything to your knowledge, but it looks like they're getting closer. Continuing on or stopping to see what they do, it matters not, for they continue to move towards you. It's a full half-hour that's passed until they finally come into plain view. They're humans, that much is certain. However, any trace of humanity in their eyes is long gone, due to the fact that said eyes are faded, their pupils a slight white hue as they gently moan out of distress. They shamble forwards in a group of roughly 8, their arms hanging limply by their sides as they do. It seems they can't move very fast, but they show no signs of intelligent life other than movement. They are however, completely locked onto you as each and every pair of eyes refuse to blink, staring you down with a silent, cold fury as they moan and groan, foot by foot, closing the distance on you. It'd be a very easy thing to just run away, though it's ultimately up to you. As you debate this, (Roll: 1!) you watch them gradually ease closer, before you accidentally press your foot against a rock, and end up falling, landing on your chin and scraping it roughly while at the same time twisting your ankle, sending a sharp, fiery pain up your leg as you lay there.

The small crowd is getting closer now- If you stayed completely still they'd likely be upon you in less than fifteen minutes. Oh, shit...

Status:
Health: 26/28 (25+2+1)
Mind: Slightly panicking.
Nutriments: A bit parched.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health) Twisted ankle (Can't walk!)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 110 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Leather armor in very poor condition. A black fur cloak. A well-maintained crossbow. A somewhat dull knife. Snares, ropes, and crossbow bolts in excellent condition. A small green lizard-like corpse. A small pouch, containing: A white, mottled egg.
Core:
Strength - 3 (+1)
Dexterity - 8 (+1)
Constitution - 5 (+1)
Intelligence - 5 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 7 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 5

Ezra:

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You smile and wave goodbye to the merchant, continuing on the path in the forest as you walk down it, before coming to the first turn. You proudly remember the directions full-well, marching off on your adventure to get to the nearest town. (Encounter roll: 20!) As you look around, you frown as you sense something, and then...You hear it. Running water! It sounds like it's coming from your right, away from the path. If you just walk in a straight direction, you'll find it again...Right?

It's ultimately up to you if you want to get to the river, though you may not be able to find your way back to the path.

Status:
Health: 30/30 (27+2+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Slightly thirsty. Slightly famished.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit.
Core:
Strength – 7 (+1)
Dexterity - 7 (+1)
Constitution - 6 (+1)
Intelligence - 2 (+1)
Charisma - 2 (+1)
Perception - 4 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 5

Claudia:

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After the merchant has come and gone, you head off towards the woods again, being in a much closer area than you expected. You smile as you near the forest in about thirty minutes' of time, and enter the beginnings of it. (Roll: 1!) However, the area of the forest you're entering seems...Off. There's something about it that you don't quite like, and maybe it's the fact that the sunlight doesn't particularly move well through the trees, giving everything a 'darker' feel. Due to the magical nature inside of you, you feel a certain energy radiating through your bones. One that feels...Evil...

You're even about to turn back when your heart sinks; The field you'd just been in is completely gone, replaced with even more of the forest. You can't help but shudder as you realize you've walked into something that's likely very dangerous. Keeping your wits about you, you continue along the narrow path you've originally entered on. (Roll: 11) Your foot catches against a root, and you fall, scraping your cheek. Blood draws from your wound, and you can't help but wince. Standing to your feet and looking around, it seems there's a black haze that extends a ways away, like the forest itself doesn't want you looking too far in any direction. A black curtain would be a most apt description, as you can't see for more than 50 feet in any direction past the trees. Heedless of this, you continue on. (Encounter roll: 18) Thankfully, nothing looks like it's coming at you thanks to the quietness of the forest; It's actually surprisingly quiet, like the wind itself is nonexistant. You can hear your blood pumping through your ears as you frown, you're starting to feel a little cold...

Status:
Health 24/25 (24+1)
Mind: Slightly afraid.
Nutriments: Hungry.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 10 copper.
Mental Arsenal: Immolation, weakened Psychic abilities, minor healing, electricity, Mind Manipulation, Magical Barrier, Magical Conjuring.
Equipment: A weak, pixie dust-infused wizard staff. A black cloak with mana-channeling properties. A bag of Bones' Bane.
Core:
Strength - 1 (+1)
Dexterity - 7 (+1)
Constitution - 4 (+1)
Intelligence - 7 (+1)
Charisma - 3 (+1)
Perception - 6 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Rukarra:

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Even through the lust-induced haze in your mind, your sheer willpower manages to subdue a bit of it as you press your breasts against the demon's cock. It's when your teeth gently rest against his nob that you manage to force yourself to bite down-- Hard! The imp instantly lets out a shriek of terror and pain as you bite fiercely through his cock, and sever it half-way, sending it into your mouth. You spit his cock out as his blood spurts over you, before you reach up (Roll: 11) and grab the fucker's neck. You roar as you squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze, before with a satisfying snap, his neck is broken. You drop his corpse to the ground, and gather your axes. Your breasts jiggle as you raise them above your head and bring them down on the Imp's neck, before severing his head completely. You roar in victory, and go about tying his head to your belt. Unfortunately, you've got nothing to do so with. However...

You grab the discarded Imp's loincloth and rip it up, fashioning a makeshift rope. You tie his head around your belt, collect your things, and equip the clothing you've lost. However, you're still faced with the dilemma that you're incredibly horny...

Status:
Health: 29/30 (27+2+1)
Mind: Lust-crazed. (-1 Intelligence)
Nutriments: Hungry. Thirsty.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Two battles axes, in masterful condition. Rusty, weak iron pauldrons. Leather bra and pants maintained perfectly.
Core:
Strength – 8 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution - 6 (+1)
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 5 (+1)
Luck - 4 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Aataz:

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You idly let out a sigh as you wait on the outskirts of a great desert. A long, open field is in your view in the distance, though you're primarily surrounded by sand dunes on all fronts. While this doesn't especially bother you, you in fact welcome the warm air and drifting wind, the sand lightly brushing against your scales. You check all of your equipment, and confirm that everything is where it needs to be. Although these other Crusaders are taller than you, what you have more than makes up for in height. Your magical prowess is unlike anything anyone's ever seen before- You're going to become the Champion, and you're going to do it by crushing everyone else who stands in your way. All the while, doing so with a polite grin.

Status:
Health: 21/21 (20+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Decoy, Terrify, Enthrall, Paralysis, Manipulate Gravity, Manipulate Attraction, Manipulate Time, Spacial Displacement, Spacial Partitioning.
Equipment: Short sword (Roll: 19) in perfect condition, the blade gleaming with a beautiful edge, steel in its make. A simple leather belt and scabbard with a few pouches, (Roll: 5) being in not very good quality, a few of the pouches frayed to the point of uselessness. A loin cloth, and a bandolier (Roll: 13) in good condition, not needing repair.
Core:
Strength - 1 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution - 1 (+1)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Charisma - 2 (+1)
Perception - 3 (+1)
Luck - 5 (+1)
Corruption – 0

[Kaed]

After Aataz had finished looking over his supplies, particularly admiring how shiny his new short sword was. But even shiny things could not distract him long from his goal here, and he decided it was time to get a better understanding of his surroundings, and perhaps his fellow aspirants. He straightened the sword on his belt and looked upwards, murmuring a quiet "Nasir." Then he spread his wings, taking to the air with ease given his reduced weight. (Spell: Gravity Manipulation, self-targeted.) He headed straight upwards, catching the currents of rising air off the desert to speed his ascent, then stopped, hovering in place with slow flap when he had reached several hundred feed up.

Up here, it was easy to see the terrain in a large area, and he was particularly interested in notable terrain features like lakes, ponds, or other people. However, being a blue-scaled kobold set against the sky, it might be easy to spot from the ground, too, if anyone happened to look. He also kept a cursory eye out for airborne threats, though. The giant eagle incident shall not be repeated so soon, thank you very much!

[KeiraAngel]

Lilly wasn't entirely afraid, but she was a bit nervous. She really was not in the mood to fight but she would if she had to, she once again tried to maneuver to get around the orc and stealthily take out her bow and one of her arrows before aiming and taking a hopefully well placed shot. She would then try to take another shot hoping that they would both hit. Afterwards she would attempt to relocate whether the hits were successful or not. She would keep the thoughts of the beautiful land and happy moments in her mind to keep her hopes high and her mind pure.

[MyLittleCossack]

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The two of you briefly stare at one another in a standstill for the briefest of moments, before as he charges you turn tail and run, yelling almost nonsensically as you do, the entire situation seeming like something straight out of a comedy. As you dig your pawed feet into the ground, (Roll: 2 [Dexterity: 5 divided by 1/4 = 1] = 3) you utterly twist your ankle and that brief shot of pain is enough to send you to the ground, groaning. The Orc however, continues charging and (Roll: 13) keeps his balance, before advancing on you, crossing his arms as he stomps his foot on your chest, keeping you pinned to the floor. He crosses his arms and roughly rolls out, "What doing. Disturb me!" He growls, his foot increasing its pressure down on your chest. It's up to you how you want to deal with this, but the situation definitely doesn't look good.

Grimacing as a sudden pain ascends her leg with the unnatural pressure on her ankle, Yvria soon finds herself flattened atop the ground. A strange sight brought upon by an even stranger run of bad luck as it would seem, her panic getting the best of her as she scrambled backwards. Too late to produce any effort, the scrambling only makes her lightly armored chest a slightly harder target for the overbearing Orc's heavy foot. As he practically yells at her, Yvria's ears would slit back defensively and her eyes widen. The progressively increasing pressure on her chest only making the panic raise even more before she spat out in a hurried reply, "Sh-she is simply passing by! No harrrrm was meant, this one does not w-want to disturrb you! Let herr pass and she will be gone, the mountains are not wherrre she wants to be!" Her hands attempt to push upwards on the foot atop her chest as she speaks, she was not keen on being this vulnerable and simply wanted to be better posed. The only way through the however, would now be through words.

[Zankio]

Feeling her breasts freed from their confines causes an unusual warmth to spread across her body. Conflicting with the sudden hardness of her nipples as she feels the goblins mouth enveloping one, groaning in protest with her mouth still full as the goblin continues to vigorously fuck her face. The warm sensation of the goblins member between her soft pliable mounds is quickly overridden by the pressure at her fresh cunny, forcing her to cry out as the goblin between her legs forces his entire member into her, the new experience overwhelming her further as she feels her fleshy walls clenching tightly on the goblins cock buried into her. Vyn feels pressure building in her mouth, startled as she feels something hot begin to spurt out into her throat, unable take it all the thick bitter spunk builds up in her mouth until the goblins shaft begins to shrink, giving room for it to flow out. Coughing in an attempt to purge herself of it she is unprepared for the next goblin to greedily fill her mouth back up, it's balls hitting her repeatedly as she is forced to accept its large member lest her airway be cut off from her.

Her mind starts to grow hazy as she's used for the goblins relief, her violated pussy beginning to grow slippery as the goblins shaft pounds into her. Her hands grasping and working at the hard goblins to her sides, pumping their rods eagerly, hoping to satisfy them before they get a chance to violate her further. She begins to grind her hips slowly, her body instinctually seeking pleasure as an escape from the situation.

[KnightVanilla]

Once she carried him all the way to the village the first stop she would make was the village. Hopefully his ten copper would get them a room walking into greet inn keeper she pulled out the ten copper and tried to show him her family crest. If he knew of her family a discount would had been given or at least if he knew she was one of the champions to be. When they were broadcasting her image she had the crest exposed so she could be recognized. Her only explaination for the man on her shoulder however was that he got drunk and hit his head on the way here.

Either way once the room was paid for she would set him down to finish healing so she could investigate the shops, blacksmiths, and enchantemrs they may or may not have. It even may prove more fruitful if she could find some work here to earn some money. Otherwise she may come along some financial issues.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Upon hearing the sound of running water, Ezra stopped. On one hand she could get a drink along with some dinner once she reached the town. On the other, how long could it take her to make it to the river and back to the path? Might as well drink up now while she could. Just straight to the river and straight back to the path would be easy enough. Having decided, Ezra nodded to herself before stepping off the path and towards the sounds of the river.

[Majora]

Rukarra sighs in relief as she rips off the head of the imp, tying it to her belt as she walks back to pick up her leather bra and put it back on before placing her axes on her back. She moans as she still has the issue of the imp's spell as she keeps moving towards the town she had seen, though she really hoped something would show up to alleviate her need, no matter what it was she needed some relief.

[RavenLord]

The shriek he heard startled Gaen into action. Mutant quickly grabbed the still dirty piece of armor and hung it at his belt, he would need that later but for now, he had decided on investigating the source of that commotion and the dead bodies which was probably the same. He tried to move as fast as possible, running most of the way , only slowing down to make a stealthy approach towards whatever was causing this ruckus. Gaen didn't know after all what would be waiting for him there and wanted assess the situation before he revealed himself.

[Reaver]

Father was definitely rolling in his non-existent grave now, if the two shots hadn't done then this ankle twist would have definitely earned his eternal disappointment. She could barely believe herself that she had fucked up something as simple as back-stepping. Scowling, Kiera laid on her belly, for now ignoring her scrapped chin and her twisted ankle. She knew that her ability to run or even walk was neutered and that even if she did escape right now, there was a chance they could pursue and eventually box her in till they overwhelmed her. She didn't think that they were capable of such a feat or even the necessary intelligence required to coordinate the tactics but she hadn't been raised in the style to underestimate creatures or people. It almost reminded her of the time she had fallen out of a tree while stalking her prey, a wild boar. She had already wounded it but was waiting a little longer before dropping down to finish it off. Her branch had snapped under her weight dropping her to the ground and alerting of her presence. It was similar situation, no time to run, only aim and kill before being killed or worse.

Kiera took a deep breath, steadying herself and using her anger and the throbbing pain in her ankle to focus her. She figured at the pace they were going at she had around 15 minutes to take down all eight of them. She wasn't even sure if conventional means would be able to kill them but she pushed the doubt to the side as she loaded up the first bolt into her crossbow. Picking out one of the things, she aimed for it's head first to test the affects a bolt piercing the skull would have on it, then aimed for its kneecaps figuring slowing them down would help too. Finished for now on the first one, Kiera focused her attention of each of the other ones, repeatedly aiming for the head. She'd continue her volleys on the accursed creatures, shooting and reloading, usually aiming for the heads but sometimes mixing it up by aiming at the legs or the heart to see if they provoked any different responses. She'd either kill them all or pay the price for her lack of skill and misstep, either was fine with her.