The Crusade of Arae

[A Vision of Sound]

Aataz:

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You cast your spell on yourself, (Roll: 4 [Intelligence: 13 divided by 1/4 = 4, non-combat situation = 6] = 10) and rise up, though you accidentally muck up a bit as your left wing would be slightly heavier than it was supposed to be. A quick fix later, you fly up into the sky, presenting yourself like a crowning blue jewel. Peering around intently past the desert, you see quite a few things. One of them being, if you headed straight, you'd run into an extremely long, wide open field, filled with green, lush grass. To the left of that is another field, strikingly similar with the exception of the grass being a tan color, reminiscent of wheat. Conjoining both of those on the very far side, is the beginnings of a forest. The exact details inside of the forest however, are unbeknownst to you due to the curvature of the Earth. It's just that you realize, damn. That's far away.

(Encounter roll: 1!) Seeing nothing else of interest however, either in the skies or on the land itself, you lower yourself to the ground and de-activate your spell. You can feel the toll of it scratching at the back of your mind, but with your incredible pool of mana, it's quickly suppressed. It'll take a lot more than using that to wear you down. In any case, no matter where you decide to go, you see three figures on horseback in the very far distance. Due to your size, you don't expect them to see you, but your color may in fact give you away. Never the less, the figures look to be heading straight for you. You expect you have at least ten minutes before they're on top of you, and the decision is yours on what you want to do.

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 in perfect condition, the blade gleaming with a beautiful edge, steel in its make. A simple leather belt and scabbard with a few pouches, being in not very good quality, a few of the pouches frayed to the point of uselessness. A loin cloth, and a bandolier 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

Lilly:

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You frown. Fighting so early into the Crusade was not what you had in mind, but it may be unavoidable right now. You attempt to silently creep around the orc, (Roll: 12) and succeed, putting yourself in a collection of bushes as you slowly draw an arrow from your quiver, nocking it and drawing the string back. The orc's back is to you as he continues sniffing around, and as soon as you have a shot, you take it. Flunggg! An arrow flies towards the Orc, (Roll: 11) hitting him in the chest, though it looks like you missed his vital spot by just an inch. He yelps in pain, clutching the arrow then breaking it off, before he focuses on you-- Firing another arrow! You whip your hand back and grab the shaft, (Roll: 16) the wood responding well despite its poor nature, and nock it against your bow. You draw the string back, and let loose the arrow once more at the orc too stunned to move again. (Roll: 14) This time, you get him. Your arrow strikes deep in his heart, and he gasps for only a second. In the next second, he slowly tips back until he falls roughly against the ground. Whatever items he had on you, they're yours now, if you wish to take them.

Walking up to the corpse, you see that both of your arrows are ruined. You will have to get or buy more very soon.

Status:
Health: 24/24 (23+1)
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: A shortbow of expert make. Leather armor of beautiful design and quality. Five horrendously-crafted arrows in a quiver. A silver Steelsong dagger.
Core:
Strength - 2 (+1)
Dexterity - 8 (+1)
Constitution - 3 (+1)
Intelligence - 3 (+1)
Charisma - 4 (+1)
Perception - 5 (+1)
Luck - 4 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Yvria:

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The orc glares down at you as you speak, gently pushing up on his foot as you do so. The somewhat confused look on his face is apparent as he looks around for a moment, as if searching for someone else. He then glares down at you, evidently looking angry now. "Who she?! No see anyone else! Tell now!" He roars, evidently not picking up the fact that you speak in the third-person. He reaches down and grabs your throat with both hands, then slowly drags you up off the ground until you're at your tippy-toes. He strengthens his grip on you slightly so that your neck is starting to hurt, though you can still clearly speak. He glares up at you, "Talk!"

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Slightly panicking.
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

Vyn:

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You can't help but let out a groan as one of the goblins' cocks to your left, the one you would be jerking off, suddenly yelps and thrusts his hips forwards, his cock suddenly spurting over your face and covering a bit of your eye. You're helpless to accept the fact that this is turning you on, and your nether regions, easily the most honest part of your body, are growing wet enough to let out lewd shlicks with every thrust from the goblin's thick dick. The one to your left that just came all over your face sighs as he moves in front of you-- Though he's still hard! As the second goblin continues to rigorously fuck your face, the one that just arrived laughs and bumps him with his elbow. "Shaaaaare~!" The goblin with his cock in your mouth laughs, then moves aside slightly without letting his dick slip free. All too soon, another cock is presented to you, before your mouth is forced open widely-- Only to be speared by the second. Now, two goblin shafts are forcing their way into your mouth, begging to be sucked on to release more of their eager seed straight into your tummy.

The one rigorously fucking your cunt is panting heavily by now, gripping your thighs with need as his claws dig into your soft thighs, drawing a bit of blood as he suddenly yelps and cums, his thick, white splooge flooding your pussy with its warmth. (+3 corruption) His thrusts grow erratic, and after a few seconds, he sighs heavily in a very satisfied manner, then slowly pulls his hips back until his cock slips from your pussy, a gentle torrent of seed gathering down your asscrack. The cock you would have been jerking off to your right is suddenly pulled free from your grasp and then replaced with the one who just raped you, and you're not aware of the goblin's location until another slippery cock is prodding at your sex. But wait...It's starting to go lower...Drifting between the cheeks of your ass, the tip of his thick cock presses against your sphincter and starts roughly forcing its' way in, pushing against you with an animalistic passion.

With a sweet moan from the goblin and a likely scream of pain from you, his cock pops inside your ass and he thrusts as hard as he can to utterly bottom out inside of you, his balls resting against your cum-stained lower cheeks. Despite this, you can hardly stop yourself from jerking the two goblins near you, much less stop sucking on the two cocks in your mouth.

Status: 
Health: 21/25 (24+1)
Mind: Panicking. Horny. (-1 to Intelligence)
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
Charisma – 3 (+1)
Luck – 3 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Umbrage:

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Unfortunately, your estimates of the village's distance was wrong. It is, in fact, far away. Very far away. You expect it'd take you until nightfall to get there if you were walking by your lonesome without stopping, much less carrying this bandit with you. You continue to walk towards the village, the sun slowly falling in the sky yet day was as bright as ever. If you continue carrying him, you're not going to reach the village by nightfall, and risk leaving yourself open to ambush. Though of course, he's a human being too, and you couldn't just leave him...Or could you?

You open the pouch of coins and take your crystal into your hand, then think of the words: Ultima Treasury. You drop the coins into your hand as the crystal lights up, and you deposit the ten copper into your account.

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Slightly fatigued.
Nutriments: Famished.. Thirsty.. Slightly fatigued.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 30 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 decide to head to the river after all, leaving the path and making sure to keep it to your back so you can find it after you finish slaking your thirst. You head on for some time, though no longer than five minutes. You finally come up to the river, and you see that it would be roughly 10 feet across, and 5 feet deep. You have a strong feeling that you could drink it without boiling it, and you would be perfectly fine. Slaking your thirst, you stand up and are just about to leave, before you spot something peculiar. A green, headless body, drifting down the river. It looks to be a goblin, one that was freshly killed not twenty minutes ago. You frown, looking up the river briefly, but can't see anything. Perhaps if you were to investigate, you could find the source of the apparent battle. Or, you could just as easily go back to the path. The choice, as always, is yours.

Status:
Health: 30/30 (27+2+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: 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

Rukarra:

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You continue along towards the village as you had previously planned, though the growing need between your legs can't be ignored. Your pants sometimes rub against your needy slit and in turn, you can't help but shudder slightly due to the feeling, and you only wish for more. (Encounter roll: 14) Up ahead, which you failed to recognize for one reason or another, is a guard with an iron helmet and chestpiece, along with leather greaves. He carries a pike with a sword sheathed along his side, and holds up his hand to stop you, one hand grasping along the pike firmly as if he would be prepared to point it at you. "Halt! This is the perimeter of the village of Gulmin! State your business, intentions, and drop all of your weapons!" He firmly commands. You estimate you're roughly thirty feet away from him as is.

You frown as your mind starts to feel a bit...Dirty. Apparently, even tasting a demon's cock will corrupt you.

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 - 3

Gaen:

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As soon as you hear the scream, you immediately bolt up and collect your armor- Not donning it, but you sprint as fast and as carefully as you can towards the sound of the noise. (Roll: 2) Unfortunately, you trip on a root and break it with the sheer power of your movements, though you fall and your chin kisses the dirt. It doesn't injure you due to the ground being particularly soft, but it wastes a few precious seconds. You immediately jump back up and continue sprinting at a breakneck pace, before you slow down as the screams would be gone now. Never the less, you're confident of your abilities to track, and you continue on in the direction that you heard of, taking care to be especially silent in case it would be a trap.

Coming through the trees, you rest against one and peer out in a small clearing right next to the river. There's a collection of goblins- Naked ones-, about five of them in a loose huddle of sorts. You frown as you see this, not particularly making sense out of anything, until one of them yelps and bucks his hips forwards, then sighs in a satisfied manner. He then pulls his hips back, and moves to the side...Which would then reveal a woman coughing up a thick white liquid out of her mouth, only to then be replaced by another goblin, who proceeds to fuck her face, who is then joined by another as they both use her mouth. You're watching someone get gang-raped by goblins, and you suspect that this is the same woman who killed the other two. You frown. She could be one of the Crusaders, though she could even be indoctrinated to your side if you save her. Or, it could all be a trap. Decisions...

You can't help but get a little horny from watching the lewd display.

Status:
Health: 26/31 (29+2)
Mind: A bit randy.
Nutriments: Slightly famished.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health)
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

Kiera:

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You grit your teeth as you could almost hear the scoldings of your father. Regardless, there's no time to think-- Action is the only word you know at the moment. Withdrawing your crossbow, you lay against the ground on your side of sorts, and irritatingly glare down the sights at the 'humans' in the distance. (Roll: 14 [Perception: 8 divided by 1/4 = 2] = 16) You manage to hone yourself to stare down the sights despite the pain you're feeling, and get ready to loose a bolt at one of the creature's heads. Fwump! The bolt is sent flying, (Roll: 18) and it hits right between the eyes of one of the leading humans, busting its' skull inside of its head as the force of the bolt causes it to fly backwards, sending two of the individuals to the ground. You reload a bolt and then aim up again, and once more, firing. This time, you aim for the knee caps, (Roll: 12) and hit, severing the joint in one of their legs, causing it to fall to the ground. You aim again, testing a theory to whether they'd be zombies or not. You aim for the heart of one, and fire your crossbow. (Roll: 10) Dammit. The bolt doesn't land in the human's heart, but it lets out a groan and falls to the ground regardless, dead. Interesting, so they're not legitimate zombies, it's like they're a husk of their former selves...You remember Jo'rahn's warnings about venturing too close to the Corrupted lands at night, and shiver at the thought of becoming one of these soulless abominations.

Firing again and again, the majority of your volleys (Roll: 19) all hit their mark, taking down each and every human one by one. You sigh heavily as the pain in your ankle is starting to fade, you at least can move it again. Walking however, might still be out of the question.

Status:
Health: 26/28 (25+2+1)
Mind: Clear.
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

[MyLittleCossack]

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The orc glares down at you as you speak, gently pushing up on his foot as you do so. The somewhat confused look on his face is apparent as he looks around for a moment, as if searching for someone else. He then glares down at you, evidently looking angry now. "Who she?! No see anyone else! Tell now!" He roars, evidently not picking up the fact that you speak in the third-person. He reaches down and grabs your throat with both hands, then slowly drags you up off the ground until you're at your tippy-toes. He strengthens his grip on you slightly so that your neck is starting to hurt, though you can still clearly speak. He glares up at you, "Talk!"

Realizing that this one isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box, Yvria prepares a more suitable response. That was, until he roared down at her again, slightly startling her as his grip reaching around her neck to produce a suffocating pressure that dragged her to her feet. The sensation of it being frightful at best as the sheer power of the being is evident even in his fingers. "A-ahuhn! Ack! I-I was simply a traveler! L-lonely o-of sorts! Sh-I sought n-no harm!" Her hands lightly grip at the green one's own lightly, not attempting to seem to fight as she tries to seem innocent. Struggling hard to remember the ways of the tongue the humans used rather than the collective terminology of her people, she would tread carefully about which words she spoke. Yvria hoped to possibly turn events against the being, her mind racing for a solution until, thankfully, one was 'found'.

"This on-... I do not wish to fight. Please, will... nghf... y-you let me go? I seek only comfort f-from weary travels~." Despite being almost held off the ground by the neck, Yvria would silently lift a foot. Letting it softly scrap across the earth until it met the leg of the opposite. Attempting to produce a pleasant 'rubbing' of his lower leg, with a few hints of seductive nature in the strides, Yvria would hope to convince the Orc that he could 'have' something in exchange for letting her go.

[RavenLord]

Upon seeing goblins huddle upon the lone woman, it took Gaen few seconds to process what he was seeing. Because of his lack of contact with other sentient beings, act of sex was not something Gaen was familiar with and he only knew about rape because of the wanted posters hung in every town and village. Yet upon witnessing the lone crusader being violated by those goblins, he felt disgust rise up in him and drowning his body's natural reaction to a sight of naked female. He barely caught himself before letting out a growl. These goblins were such despicable creatures and normally he wouldn't have wasted any time on them. Unfortunately for these scums, there was a good chance the person they were violating was a crusader which made things different. Another crusader could help a lot with few things mutant had in mind and that provided him with incentive to save her.

Drawing his axe with his free hand, Gaen looked around to see if there was any cover that he could use to hide his approach. He wanted to keep hidden until the last minute possible. Currently, goblins were busy with their victim, was exposed and vulnerable and Gaen wanted to exploit that. His plan was simple, he would strike before the little bastards understand what's happening and start killing, not allowing them time to recover and retaliate. Being busy as they were, those goblins would be sitting ducks and not be able to oppose him. Basically, his plan was not to fight but kill and kill fast.

Gaen felt his muscles tense in anticipation of incoming violence as he started to move. Those goblins wouldn't even know what hit them.

[Zankio]

Vyn's helpless form shudders as she continues to be abused by the goblins, the surprise and embarrassment of the sounds she was making further turning her on. Yelping in surprise as the goblin that just released its seed to her left squeezes into her mouth, filling it further as she's forced to take in both their cocks at the same time.
Losing control of her hips from what instinctual pleasure her body was finding from this she grinds her hips into the goblin fucking her, seeking out spots to feel good with. She can't help but let out another scream as the goblin's claws dig into her legs, her sex convulsing tightly as she feels it's burning seed pour into her. Her body feels flushed with heat as the goblin withdraws, causing her insides to clench tightly in reflex forcing some of the white spunk out of her wet sex.

Vyn's mind starts to bend as she feels another goblin replace the one between her legs, spreading them wider she winces at the prodding to her rosebud and lets out a longer cry as its roughly impaled. Seeking relief from the sudden intrusion one of her hands makes its way to her love button, rubbing it tenderly as the goblin thrusts into her.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Ezra was pleased to have found the river so quickly and after determining it was probably safe she drank her fill. As she was preparing to head back towards the trail though, she noticed the headless goblin being carried downstream. Goblins generally didn't decapitate themselves so there must have been a fight nearby. Either a group of them had an internal squabble or they picked a fight with someone tougher than they thought. And either way Ezra wanted in on some of that action.

But it wouldn't be good to lose her path to town over a brawl. "Although... All I'd have to do is follow the river back to here and then I could head straight back to the path. Let's just do this real quick so I know where to turn." She said to herself as she was struck with an idea. She pulled out her knife and carved a large X into a nearby tree to mark where she would turn to get back to the path. Now that she was fairly certain she wouldn't get lost, Ezra set off up the river as swiftly as she could to join the fight.

[Reaver]

Kiera only allowed herself a single chuckle during the fight. She definitely wasn't feeling overconfident even after the fight with her twisted ankle but it had been some good shots that had taken them down. Sighing out of relief and slight annoyance at the situation, she sat up, ready to deal with her ankle now. Walking wasn't going to be easy but that was something she would have to do since she couldn't spend the rest of the day on the ground. She first pulled some rope out, cutting the length before setting it aside for now. Then she pulled two bolts, holding them tightly against her boot as she wrapped the rope around them, forming a makeshift splint. It wasn't her best work but she needed to keep moving.

Doing her best to make her way over to the corpses, she'd kick each one with her good foot for a response before leaning over to pull out her bolts and check for anything valuable on their person. She muttered curses under her breath the whole time, knowing how much less efficient she was now with her ankle out of commission. Perhaps she wouldn't even be able to reach the Ultima Bellum in this state or even fall prey to something else before making headway. The thought of losing was enough to make Kiera start shaking in anger for several seconds before she collected herself. There wasn't any point thinking that far into the future when she had enough current problems. She still needed to find a water source and a decent enough area to start a fire for the eventual night. She'd just have to keep moving no matter how bad the pain got.

[KnightVanilla]

Leaving this man behind may not be an easy option considering he still healing. As her body told her of her weakened state she thought it would had been best to rest and refill on some food and water. Searching just in case she failed to account for a water sack or even a pouch of food. If there wasn't any on her she could always double check the bandit. Food may have been easier to locate on him. Either way whether or not she had her full of food she continued onward to the town with the man in tow.

Knowing full well she wouldn't be able to use her spells till she got some rest.

[KeiraAngel]

Lilly sighs softly as she watches the Orc fall over, she did not want to fight this early at all, and finding that both arrows were practically useless afterwards did not make her day any better. She decides to walk over to the orc and check out whatever it had on it, hoping to find some food, water and even materials to fix her bow and arrows or make new ones. After taking what she could from the Orc she would then proceed to walk further into the forest, trying to find supplies for build new arrows, she would leave nothing unchecked in the hope to find materials. She would also take the time to look for places of shelter to keep track of especially for bad weather and to sleep in, she didn't really want to any night outside unprotected, especially not in a place with creatures that want to hurt her at every corner.

[Kaed]

Aataz did not like the look of those riders. Kobolds being trampled by horses were not as uncommon as any of them would like. His first instinct was to head to the forest, but it was much too far away to reach in time to avoid these riders. But he was a mighty sorcerer, not a scampering kobold civilian. He would not run away and hide. He stood his ground, crossing his arms and stretching out his wings. He would wait here until they caught up with him, then see what they wanted. If it looked like they just wanted to trample him or attack him, he would murmur a quiet "Regpos." (spell use: Decoy) and run out of their way while they attacked his decoy. Further tactics would have to wait until he saw their nature and armaments.

[A Vision of Sound]

Yvria:

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The orc glares down at you as you explain yourself, and recognition flashes across his features as he finally realizes you were just talking in the third person. He makes a few heavy, growling breaths as he thinks about what to do, before your foot brushes against his thigh, causing him to nearly tighten his grip on your neck, before a few pleasant sensations twinge across his features, signalling that your actions were getting the hoped-for response.

He grins and a growing bulge quickly presses back against your foot's stimulation, which causes the orc to wriggle his hips slightly, attempting to get his cock more into your grasp. He slowly lets go of you and lets you drop to the ground, before crossing his arms as he emits a heavy huff, glaring at you. "Make feel good! Now!" He growls, before he starts flipping with his pants, and manages to get them down his thighs, a thick, 9-inch member hanging between his legs, green, and fully erect with a dollop of precum gathered on his tip.

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: A tad bit randy.
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

Gaen:

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You grit your teeth and glare at the goblins raping the woman on the ground. Gripping the head of your axe, you slide it out of your belt and calmly drop the upper half of your armor on the ground, not wanting to waste a second putting it on as you save it near the tree. Donned in nothing but a vambrace and leather pants, you stand and then move around the tree, as silently as you can manage. (Roll: 5 [POTENTIAL LUCK BONUS! Luck chance roll: 2. NO LUCK BONUS.] = 5) Unfortunately, there are next to no bushes or virtually anything that you can use as cover, so you decide to bend low and sprint, hoping the goblins violating the woman's face would be enough cover.

You sprint out from the treeline, and charge lowly and silently with your axe in-hand, as fast and silent as a cheetah as you come up upon your prey. (Goblins perception roll: 20!) Unfortunately, one of the goblins was looking to his buddy and saw you, before he screams out in his language and alerts the rest of the brood. They quickly pull out and away from the woman as fast as they can, (Roll: 11 [Dexterity: 5 divided by 1/4 = 1] = 12) and only one of them is able to actually grab a weapon in time before you're on them.

You charge straight forwards, roaring as you bash your shoulder and lift your arm at the same time to send two goblins flying to the ground, dazed and confused. You immediately snap your attention to the goblin that had managed to get his weapon out, and you both lock eyes for the briefest of moments as he gets ready to strike. (Initiation roll Gaen: 8. Goblin initiation roll: 11) Due to you still recovering from sending the other two fuckers flying, the goblin manages to raise his axe to attack you first. (Goblin attack roll: 4) You easily angle your body to the side, sneer, and (Gaen attack roll: 18) bring your fist back, before delivering an uppercut that could shatter bones- Straight to the green fucker's jaw. Your fist crushes his jaw and sends his teeth through his skull as he quite literally flies four feet in the air, then lands, utterly dead. The other two goblins however, have gotten their weapons now, and you're dangerously close to them!

(Two goblins' initiation roll: 20! Gaen initiation roll: 7) Before the goblin you punched even had time to land from your devastating blow, the other two goblins were already preparing their strike. (Two goblins' attack roll: 20!) You growl and pinch an eye shut as you feel the searing-hot pain of a stab wound shooting up your back. Just then, the other goblin had apparently lost his weapon or didn't have one, but he jumps on you and clamps his teeth shut against your shoulder and your previous wound, biting harshly into your skin. (Gaen defense roll: 8 [Strength: 8 divided by 1/4 = 2] = 10) You let out a fierce cry of fury as the weapon that stabbed you in your back is removed, before you grab the neck of the goblin on your shoulder, rip him away from your skin and in turn injuring yourself slightly, before you throw him with all of your might, sending him crashing into the dirt, landing like an airplane that had hit the ground.

Turning around, your eyes portray your bloodlust as you gaze upon the goblin that had stabbed you, the little bastard wielding a shortsword that wasn't rusty, thank the gods. (Gaen attack roll: 16) You advance on the little warrior, not feeling pain anymore in the heat of battle, and raise your axe high above your head. Utterly terrified by your display, the goblin shrieks as he attempts to turn, but it's far too late. Crack! Your axe lands on top of the goblin's head and utterly splits his skull in two, gore blasting over your arm and your torso. You quickly unwedge your axe and turn around, staring at the two goblins you'd knocked down earlier, and fortunately, they didn't keep their weapons as they were sent flying.

Heedless for your own safety at this point due to your bloodlust, you raise your axe over your head, your body almost completely covered in blood, and charge at the remaining two. (Two goblins' fear check: 6) The sight is enough to utterly terrify them, especially after sampling your strength first-hand, and they turn tail and run, screaming for their lives as they quickly disappear through a few bushes. Chasing them would be an utter waste of your time.

You look around, not a single green-skin left in sight. You can't help but let your mouth twinge in a smile. You did it. It's just then however, that you nearly collapse. You fall to one knee, pressing your fist into the ground as blood suddenly gushes from your back, your brain telling your muscles to relax as there wouldn't be a fight still going on. The blood from the goblin's teeth in your shoulder also starts oozing that infernal red liquid, and all-too-quickly, your blood is dripping to the ground beneath you. If you aren't treated, very soon, you just might die before reaching Ultima Bellum.

Status:
Health: 12/31 (29+2)
Mind: In debilitating pain. (-2 Strength, Perception, Charisma, Intelligence, and Dexterity.)
Nutriments: Hungry.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health) In the Sun. (-1 to Consitution, Strength, and Dexterity.) Heavily bleeding. (-5 health per turn.) Badly injured. (-4 to all rolls)
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 (-2)
Dexterity - 5 (-2)
Constitution - 7
Intelligence – 4 (-1)
Charisma - 1 (-1)
Perception - 5 (-1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Vyn:

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You groan, feeling the goblins' cocks spearing you on nearly all fronts, jerking them off and bucking your hips wildly back into them as best you can, utterly fixated on getting yourself off, your sopping-wet pussy producing lewd squealches with every harsh rub of your cunt. The goblin deeply fucks your ass, letting loud paps loose with every thrust against your buttocks as his balls slap against you, staining your fair skin red.

It's just then however, that one of the goblins invading your mouth suddenly pulls away and shrieks, stuffing his cock back into his pants as both goblins leave you. Then, almost instantly, they're sent flying as a heavy rush of air blows against you like a freight train, followed by an impressively tall figure, at least 6 and a half feet tall, standing proudly over you with an axe in-hand, yet fixes the remaining goblins with a cold gaze. The one to your left screams and raises his axe to strike at him, but he angles his torso sideways, dodges the swipe, and rears his fist back, only to deliver a skull-shattering uppercut, which sends the goblin flying through the air only to land with a heavy thud.

Then, the man gets stabbed in the back by a goblin with a shortsword, and quite deeply by the looks of it. He then gets assaulted by one more, the little bastard jumping on the man's torso and locking his teeth against him. Howling in pain, he rips the goblin from his torso and rockets him into the ground a good few feet off, and turns around as he raises his axe. You almost retch as he brings his axe down on the goblin who stabbed him, splitting his skull in two vertically, before he turns around and portrays a seethingly-cold glare towards the remaining two goblins' he'd shoulderbashed earlier. He begins walking at a determined pace towards them, and it's enough to send the goblins fleeing. You're now utterly alone in the small clearing with the man, and you're about to speak up past the cum in your mouth, until he drops to one knee, blood gushing from his wounds.

It's just then that you look down and realize that you yourself are covered in blood. The blood of the goblins that had just fucked you. Your clothes and gear are still in their regular condition, they just got spread about, is all. This man is likely a Crusader...What should you do?

Status: 
Health: 21/25 (24+1)
Mind: Horny. (-1 to Intelligence)
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
Charisma – 3 (+1)
Luck – 3 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Ezra:

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You carve an X into the appropriate tree, and quickly set off on your way. You walk up the river for some time, (Roll: 14) until you hear...Moaning? Frowning and not really understanding, you continue onwards until it starts to get louder, along with the sounds of grunting and groaning. It...Strangely sounds a lot like sex...

Continuing to walk up to the sound of the strange noises, it's in fact, on the opposite side of the river from you. You nearly gasp as you look past a few bushes and trees, and finally find the source. Five or so goblins are huddled around a lone woman, each and every individual there, green-skinned or not, completely naked. They relentlessly pump their cocks through any orifice they can find, be it the woman's mouth, hands, pussy, or ass. Two goblins are even fucking her face at the same time, groaning as one of them cums.

The display, although disgusting, is almost enough to turn you on a little. That being put aside, no matter what you do, just before you in fact make a decision, a hulking 6-and-a-half-foot tall, white-skinned man erupts from the bushes near the goblins and charges, roaring as he bashes through two of them and sending them flying through the air. A fight ensues between the rest of them, which include the man getting literally stabbed in the back quite deeply, a goblin launching itself at him and biting deeply into his shoulder, followed by the man ripping the goblin from his chest, flinging him to the ground chin-first, and then splitting the last goblin's head open straight in two with his axe.

The last two remaining goblins utterly shriek and run away, too afraid to go up against the individual who'd just killed three of them as he tossed them around like they were paper mache. However, as the last two quickly run away, it seems everything might be at peace. That is, until the man falls to one knee, panting heavily and oozing blood from his wounds. He looks in very bad shape, and likely won't last long. As you currently are, neither of them have seen you, and the two are more than likely Crusaders just like you.

Now, what to do...

Status:
Health: 30/30 (27+2+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: 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

Kiera:

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Your mouth twists into a grin as the last of the humans are felled, and you quickly come up with a rather unique and clever idea of fashioning a splint out of your crossbow bolts, gritting your teeth heavily through the pain. You tentatively test your ankle, and nearly gasp as it feels like your foot and shin have been engulfed in blazingly-hot needles stabbing deeply through you. It's rather difficult, though you doubt you've broken your ankle so you should probably be okay by morning at the latest.

You walk over to the humans and inspect their belongings, idly pulling the bolts out of their bloodied corpses as you do. (Roll: 20!) Fortunately, it seems your bolts went clean through all of them, and every single one of them is salvageable! Collecting all your bolts and sliding them back into your quiver, you sigh as you can't find anything on the bodies, it seems they were roaming around and have been completely plucked clean of materials, with the exception of their clothes.

Setting your sight back on the trees, you grit your teeth and nod to yourself, pushing your body to go the extra mile and walk with your twisted ankle. It's rough, though you can manage. You keep an eye out for any water sources or anything of use, (Roll: 1!) but no such luck. Strangely though, you manage to see a medium-sized circle devoid of grass over in the distance a few feet from the path you'd be travelling on. Hoping for a water source, you limp towards it and frown. It isn't a pond, but is in fact, a small hole in the ground surrounded by dark-grey rocks. It looks to be a somewhat steep entrance to a cave. You're about to continue on your way when you hear the sound of a gentle splash, the kind a water droplet would make when it reaches a pond or water source.

You frown, looking down at the cave. It's manageable to get inside and you expect you could easily get back out if you so desired, and the forest in the distance is still miles away. With your bum leg, you don't have any hope whatsoever of reaching the forest before nightfall, and you'd more than likely be stuck in the field for the night. This cave however, holds some promise.

Status:
Health: 26/28 (25+2+1)
Mind: In debilitating pain. (-2 Strength, Perception, Charisma, Intelligence, and Dexterity.)
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

Umbrage:

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You sigh and realize your survival needs are not being met. Your fatigue won't recover while you're carrying the man, your hunger is prevalent, and your thirst is making itself known. Despite this however, you could easily continue on for a few hours, even if they would be painstakingly difficult. You search the man, (Roll: 2) but unfortunately, he doesn't even have so much as an extra pouch on him. He's at least somewhat fading in and out of consciousness as opposed to being completely knocked out, so he at least isn't as heavy sometimes, evidently your spell is working rather well.

You suspect you could still use your spells, you're not exactly feeling weakened, you're only a bit aching. You'd definitely realize when starting to use spells would begin to seriously negatively affect you.

Regardless, you continue on with the would-be bandit, (Encounter roll: 20!) before a long train of people are spotted in the short distance away. Your hopes are raised as you recognize them as a caravan, likely heading towards the village. They aren't moving currently, so as soon as you're within shouting distance, you yell and try to get someone's attention. A few burly men quickly run over and take the bandit from your grasps, passing you suspicious looks as they do so. This works out perfectly, you could rest, drink, and eat here, though you expect it wouldn't be free.

You make your way to a campsite which a few caravaners have set up. They've made a loose, wide circle with their wagons and horses, and in the center, is a large campfire. Assorted around it is a number of sleeping bags on the ground, and you're helpless to admit that it's rather cozy. A large number of people are gathered in the camp site, either sitting around the fire, leaning against a few wagons while speaking, in the wagons themselves, or resting on the ground. The entire mood is mellow, and everyone is pleasantly speaking to one another.

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Slightly fatigued.
Nutriments: Famished. Thirsty. Slightly fatigued.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 30 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

Lilly:

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You sigh as the orc falls to the ground, dead. You walk up and search the orc, (Roll: 20!) and find a small water skin, a small bag filled with blueberries, and even a small map of the surrounding area! Immediately, you set about tying the bag to your belt. You open your belt slightly, and fit the waterskin against your hip. It's not convenient and it's rather uncomfortable, but you need both hands free. As for the map, you take a brief look at it, (Roll: 9) unfortunately, it seems to be in the orc's language. Never the less, you attempt to deduce where you currently are. (Roll: 6 [Intelligence: 4 divided by 1/4 = 1] = 7) Unfortunately, the map is somewhat primitive, and you're helpless to locate your current location. You roll the map up and holster it inside the chest of your clothes, and set off, looking for any familiar landmarks to hopefully orient yourself with.

You search the woods along the way, snapping off a few strong branches and sticks as you go along. All in all, you've found about ten sticks that are viable for arrows. Looking around, (Roll: 7) you only find about four pieces of flint laying against the ground that could be suitable for arrows. (Roll: 6) Even more so, you only find two feathers. You can make a total of two arrows, though it will take some time, and you probably couldn't carry all of the materials you've found with you should you choose to keep moving.

It appears staying and making a few arrows and foraging around might be a good idea as dusk is quickly approaching, though you might be a bit farther behind the other Crusaders at this right...Oh, decisions.

Status:
Health: 24/24 (23+1)
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: A shortbow of expert make. Leather armor of beautiful design and quality. Five horrendously-crafted arrows in a quiver. A silver Steelsong dagger.
Core:
Strength - 2 (+1)
Dexterity - 8 (+1)
Constitution - 3 (+1)
Intelligence - 3 (+1)
Charisma - 4 (+1)
Perception - 5 (+1)
Luck - 4 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Aataz:

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You decide against fleeing, even though you could probably outrun them with your gravity manipulation spell and soaring high--Though you expect that that could come with its own set of dangers. Instead, you cross your arms and stare down the three figures in the distance, patiently waiting for them. It's a full ten minutes before you can begin to make them out.

The horseman to your left is riding on a chocolate-colored steed, with a black saddle and several pouches attached alongside it. The rider himself is a man carrying a sneer. Long, flowing hair combs down the back of his head, with a braided beard along his jawline that gives way to his challenging, confident smile. He would be robed in an animal-focused attire, with the majority of his clothing being pelts and furs. He wears nothing atop his head, though he sports a proud pelt of what looks like a bear as a cape.

The one horseman to your right is unrecognizable. His horse could best be described as a monster, standing a full foot taller than the other twos' and adorned in an extremely threatening-looking cavalier of armor. Its' entire body, save for its eyes, are completely encased in lamellar and plate metal, and you expect anything short of a battering ram could get through it. Or your spells. The horseman himself is adorned in armor similar to his horse. He wears full plate, and you estimate he'd stand at a whopping 6-and-a-half-feet-tall. His helmet's visor is down, and jutting out of the sides, two black horns curl backwards to give him a frightening visage. Along the right side of his horse is a collection of sheathed weapons. A mace, a greatsword, a broadsword, and along the left side is a tower shield. You expect physical attacks against this foe to be all but impossible.

Lastly, the horseman in the lead and presumably their leader, sits confidently atop his horse. The horse itself would be white, with a flowing black mane, devoid of armor. His saddle however, is white and looks to be threaded with black lace, this one is evidently well-equipped for speed. The rider himself is equipped with a flowing black trenchcoat, obviously padded in a few areas to protect the wearer. His hair is black and buzz-cutted, which blends into a short-cut five-o-'clock shadow. He wears black gloves and black boots, and his apparel underneath is the same color.

All in all, the three riders don't look to be mobilizing an attack against you, and as you stare them down, they gradually slow down. The leader, presumably, walks his white horse up about thirty feet from you, and you both stare one down for a brief moment. Evidently done, the hide-sporting man to his right speaks up in a brazen, confident voice. "Aye, this 'be the one...'E's a Crusader, and a powerful one, at that." This then earns a cock of the eye from the leader, before the bearded man shrugs. "Ehh...Magically."

That seems to be all the information the leader needs, for he then faces you once more. The fur-clad man then speaks up again. "Aye, Kobold. I'm known to all as Rams'kor. My hulking companion to your far right is Force, and our oh-so-chatty friend in the middle here is Abattoir. Name yourself, so that we know who you are." He explains. They all stare down at you expectantly, the leader's eyes a dark hue of chocolate, so dark his irises are almost black.

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 in perfect condition, the blade gleaming with a beautiful edge, steel in its make. A simple leather belt and scabbard with a few pouches, being in not very good quality, a few of the pouches frayed to the point of uselessness. A loin cloth, and a bandolier 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]

Aataz had many powers and non-physical strengths, but one spell he had never figured out was how to fix his kobold voice. It was high pitched and irritating, like most kobolds, but given his small size that was probably to be expected anyway. The fact that it was often used for boasting about himself did not in any way help make it less annoying. "I am Aataz, mightest of my kind! Your chatty, hide-covered friend is correct! None who have opposed me have ever prevailed! What business does Rams'kor and his lackies have with Aataz?" While he spoke, he puffed up and flexed his wings as impressively as he could, though it might be less intimidating given his stature. Kobolds were still kobolds, even if they were mighty sorcerers!

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[FragranceofMtDew]

As Ezra made her way up the river she heard not the sounds of battle but a woman moaning instead. Surely this couldn't have anything to do with the dead goblin in the river she thought, but the answer became clear when she came upon the woman naked and in the middle of a 5 goblin gangbang. It would seem she took one down before she was overwhelmed by their numbers.

Just as Ezra was going to intervene though someone else beat her to the chase. A giant hulking man emerged and tore through the goblins with impressive speed. Ezra cursed silently as the two survivors fled the scene although the man had not emerged unscathed and collapsed while bleeding heavily. If these two were Crusaders than this was as good a time as any to thin out the competition.

Ezra silently made her way over to the two of them, standing over them with clenched fists as she decided what to do. She came here looking for a fight.... But a man on the verge of death and a naked possibly lust addled woman wouldn't be much of a challenge. "Either of you two have any salves or bandages?" She asked them with a sigh. "I know the way to a town nearby but he's gonna bleed out before we make it there at this rate. If nothing else I guess we could use some of your clothing as a makeshift bandage..."

[MyLittleCossack]

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The orc glares down at you as you explain yourself, and recognition flashes across his features as he finally realizes you were just talking in the third person. He makes a few heavy, growling breaths as he thinks about what to do, before your foot brushes against his thigh, causing him to nearly tighten his grip on your neck, before a few pleasant sensations twinge across his features, signalling that your actions were getting the hoped-for response.

He grins and a growing bulge quickly presses back against your foot's stimulation, which causes the orc to wriggle his hips slightly, attempting to get his cock more into your grasp. He slowly lets go of you and lets you drop to the ground, before crossing his arms as he emits a heavy huff, glaring at you. "Make feel good! Now!" He growls, before he starts flipping with his pants, and manages to get them down his thighs, a thick, 9-inch member hanging between his legs, green, and fully erect with a dollop of precum gathered on his tip.

Tries her best to maintain the look of innocence plastered across her maw, ever so slightly maintaining her foot movements to distract him in the slightest hope that he would be simple enough to fool. Counting herself as done for as his grip tightens for a moment, Yvria would merely close her eyes. Silently praying to the gods of the North until the throbbing tent presses forward against her agile foot. Success. Life was not so short, only hard. The plan however, must continue.

Reopening her eyes with a smile, she would feel her body slowly remake contact with the grassed earth. The Orc's voice harshens as he demands more stimulation, making her false smile only become slightly more realistic. Her soft, furred foot would ease away from the aching serpent the beast sought tamed only for Yvria to look up at him with a coy look, "Sh-... ahem, I've been in searrch, for /so/ long for company. You could almost say... this one has been seeking such... massive tools of pleasurrre." Admittedly, the sight of his gargantuan mast was shocking. The loss of his pants giving way to the bludgeoning cockflesh. "O-oh...", unwittingly escaped her mouth. The thought of the beast mating with her making something stir in her mind before a subtle shake of the head purged such lewd fascinations.

Despite the turn in positions, the humanoid realized that running was not exactly smart. Nor was it profitable to leave this trouble with nothing to show for it. The plan now, was to continue the game. Yvria would kneel, giggling up to the orc as she would run her soft hands along his inner thigh, trailing up to his pulsing, drooling cock. She would be quick about her knees, scooting close and switching occasionally from side to side to look up at the orc. Waiting for him to lose sight of her in his enjoyment while she firmly wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of his massive member. "This one will gladly show you the ways of pleasurrrre, he-... I... ahehe, you need only to sit back and relax. Forrr you /feel/ so contained, in need of such rrelease, yes?~"

[Zankio]

Vyn lays motionless for a moment, dazed from the sudden end of the torment. With almost empty eyes she regards her savior. Watching him kneel there as his wounds drip down his body she feels guilt wash over her aching body, followed by the leftover lust that worked its way into her, having been left unsatisfied. The sudden words of another person helps clear up Vyn's mind as she forces herself up, sending herself into a coughing fit as she attempts to speak, her throat still sore and her mouth tasting fowl. She reaches for her sword and the long jacket of her armor, using the blade to help tear long strips of the bottom of the jacket off.

Eyeing the one who spoke appraisingly she, motions to the clear river nearby, "Help wash the wounds." She lets out, regaining her voice. "I will bandage the wound as best I can. We should move quickly." Her words come out sharply as she winces. Taking a deep breath Vyn attempts to stand slowly prepared to follow them over and aid her savior.

[Reaver]

The cave seemed like her only option. It wouldn't have been the one she would have picked if she had any other real choice, but she didn't. She needed time to recover and a cave was at least partially defensible, as long as nothing was already inside of it. With that thought in mind, Kiera's crossbow was already drawn and aimed at the hole as she began her descent. She expected the inside to be dark and even considered using the stone to light the area but dismissed it, trusting her eyesight and needing both hands to quickly reload and fire. She entered at a slow pace, stopping occasionally to make sure her footing was good and listening for any unusual noises. She suspected with worse case scenario that it was home to a family of wolves or some other predator that could make a meal out of a crippled hunter but she pushed those thoughts to the side, knowing pessimism would do her no good. Hopefully her eyes would adjust before ending up tripping over someone or something. Her fingertips brushed over her and her father's initials on the crossbow, hoping to get a little luck from the gesture.

[Majora]

Rukarra sighs as she sees the guard of the town, disliking she'd have to deal with the town authorities to enter, laying down her axes as she still tried to hide her urges with her reddish face. "I'm Rukarra and I'm here to get food and rest and trade." She said as she waits for the guard to allow her in, she needed someone to help her need.

[RavenLord]

Things rarely go as planned and Gaen had been reminded of that fact through the pain coursing through his body. Looking at his own wounds, he realized that death was a certainty if he didn't treat them soon. Mutant had no time to lose if he wanted to live. It was because of this circumstances Gaen did something he wouldn't normally do. He accepted a strangers offer of help. Fighting through the haze of pain, Gaen turned to the woman he saved.

"Strip the dead... of their clothes... We can clean and use them... as bandages... was the only thing said to her before he started dragging his battered body towards the river to clean his own wounds. Hopefully, that woman would be quick enough. Regardless, Gaen had no intention of dying yet. Not here and not this way.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Why should I? That was Ezra's first thought when the girl asked her to clean the mans wounds, though she kept it to herself. She was already helping her rivals as it was by showing them to town. She softened up a bit when the man began dragging himself to the river though. He was clearly a warrior and she didn't enjoy seeing him in such a pitiful state. She removed her gauntlets and set them on the ground since they would only get in her way here. "No need for that now. Just lean on me and I'll help get you taken care of." Ezra told the man as she knelt down next to him and put his arm around her shoulder so she could support most of his weight and help him walk over to the river.

"Never was much good at these sorts of things so don't blame me for whatever happens." Gentle was not a word that would ever be used to describe Ezra so it took a lot of effort, but she was as mindful as she could be of his injuries as she set him down by the riverside and began to work on getting him cleaned up.

[RavenLord]

Gaen turned to the newcomer. He had failed to notice her presence through fading bloodlust and pain but now he was aware of her, he realized how vulnerable he really was. While the woman he had saved was minimum to no threat, newcomer was clearly a fighter which meant she could kill him easily. Fortunately for him, newcomer had decided on helping him instead of striking him down where he stood. Unfortunately, it was out of pity which made Gaen despise her. In the end though, Gaen knew pride was worthless compared to life so he accepted her help, only letting out a grunt as she took his arm. Leaning on her, he gave her a grateful nod in response.

"I don't think.. i have time to reach the town... It's best we bandage my wounds... as soon as possible..." he was able to say through pain.

[Zankio]

Vyn finishes making the strips of cloth from her discarded jacket, and takes the large mans advice to use what tatters she could from the goblins as well. She approaches the other two in the water, trying to just focus on her task despite the feeling of her body recovering from the ordeal. She silently begins attempting to bandage the one who had saved her. Hoping it could but them more time. Once finished she would attempt to use natures nourishment first seeing if she could manage to transfer the effect to him, if not, using it to help remove what marks the goblins had left on her skin.