Land of Escain
Role Play => Alice Campaign => Topic started by: Roselli on April 27, 2017, 01:13:16 PM
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The story so far....
Once upon a time 6 strangers woke up inside a dungeon. All of them remembering dreams of a rave filled with people and dancing and blue pills. In the dream there was a giant form of a woman turning people into women and devouring. Back in the waking world, when they look over their weapons they notice that their personal weapons are now inlet with pearl.
On their way to to find the grand egress, they run into a sextet of kobolds who also possess pearl accented weapons. When a scuffle begins our party discovers that none of the weapons in this place are causing damage, but instead lowering their willpower and increasing their sexual desires until becoming a mindless writhing lust slave. After the fight, they do a little test, and after a headbutt from Retiaria's horns cause actual pain and damage, they become covered in pearl like the weapons.
The team starts to look for a way out, and the loud mouthed bard, being impatient, falls into a hole. When the others free him from the pit, they find he is in the form of a shapely upper crust elf woman instead of the half-elf that fell into the trap.
The group holds up in one of the rooms. Overnight dreams and kobolds take the dragonborn paladin and dwarf cleric changing them into very very well-endowed women. A blue pill playing a key part in their change. Pressing on to escape a trap transforms the final male and half-elf rogue of the group into a literal elf princess.
The women continue on into a confrontation with a rhumba of pear shaped goblin women. It's a tough fight, but they are able to press on. Finding the goblin girls' camp, they rest for a bit.
Finally they find a room with a lemon woman offering her assistance in the form offering goods and services for money. While all the new women see the swank room, the original ladies see abandoned squalor. After a spiked drink and roll in the hay with the bard, Retiaria sees the fancy room, leaving Naethra alone seeing what may or may not be the truth.
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Bantering with the group Amber smiles taking the Tieflings goods. "Well.. seems you've found some quite pretty trinkets." She passes back 25 GP in this places currency. "That should do it." She then offers a stout shield off the wall. As Retaria picks it up and straps it to her body, it phases into being for Naethra Retria's presence seeming to bridge the two layers of reality.
She then takes the mail and with a small clack of a jewelers hammer hands back a single pollished steel ring.
The leather armor is similarly reduced to a single iron circlet to be worn on the elf's brow.
"Anyone else want their protective gear made more convenient? I'm given to understand that the potential for change only grows as you go up."
She slices Duran off six days worth of ration bar and wraps them. Then she smiles and places six of her lemon scones that he had asked about into a cloth and ties it up, "Here you go cutie. These are on the house."
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I hang back near the wall. It's something both of my... histories seem to agree on this being a good thing to do, but for very different reasons. Once I realized that I'm comfortable on the periphery because the proper place of a properly demure lady is out of the way I almost stand and throw things just to make a scene, but staying in the background of a situation I don't well understand and observing to best know the dynamics I'm working with seems like the right thing to do as well...
The princess in me agrees, and so I sit and watch everyone, legs folded discretely beneath me.
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"That's great, thanks!"
Retiaria put her new coin back into her bag then slipped the ring onto her finger, and gave the shield a few experimental swings before putting it down next to her trident.
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Gwyn takes the circlet and places it on her brow. She makes an adjustment to make sure it's straight.
"How does it look? Is it straight?" she asks no one specifically, before adding, "I'm not actually royalty, but I might as well look the part."
She does note one thing that Amber says, "Potential for more change?? Go up? How much more up is there?"
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"Looks perfect, sweetie." Retiaria giggled. "A lovely accessory for a lovely lady."
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"Gods, you are such a bitch... Okay, fine! If this is sooo dangerous, if this really is a trap, what the fuck do you think is gonna happen to us, huh? Because so far it just seems to me like we've met the one friendly person in this place and you're being a massive cunt about it!"
Naethra returned Red's glare, although she mostly saw her nude backside as walked back towards the apparition-woman-thing outlined by Gwyn's illusion.
"What's more likely," Naethra said, mostly to herself, "that she's the first nice person we've come across here, or that she's just as hostile as everything else, but a bit more subtle?"
She had a fairly good idea what could happen to them. The lust-mad denizens they had encountered seemed to have started as normal people. The corruption of this place had a definite style to it. Some of her team-mates already seemed to be slipping.
She was being perfectly rational. She seemed to be the only one. There was no reason for Red's words to sting or hurt. There was no reason for the wetness clinging to her eyes, or the sense of disappointment that lingered from her spurned advance.
"People don't sell their souls all at once," she murmured, paraphrasing from one of the old books she had so adored, "they fall into situations where they find the need to strike bargains. At first the rate is attractive, what is given is a good value for what is received, but bit by bit the situations grow more dangerous, more desperate, and ever more is needed. The final surrender isn't grand or dramatic, it's just the last inch of long process, and a forgone conclusion."
She was keenly aware of the irony.
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Duran gives a smile and takes the rations into her bag. "Thank you, Miss Amber." Though shortly after she watches the girl suddenly prepare the lemon scones that was made earlier and offer them off for free. The dragonborn gives a even bigger smile as she takes them as well, now bowing a bit to show more respect for the kindness of this strange creature. "And again, thank you for your generosity as well." Duran just hopes that they can stay fresh long enough to enjoy later.
"People don't sell their souls all at once," she murmured, paraphrasing from one of the old books she had so adored, "they fall into situations where they find the need to strike bargains. At first the rate is attractive, what is given is a good value for what is received, but bit by bit the situations grow more dangerous, more desperate, and ever more is needed. The final surrender isn't grand or dramatic, it's just the last inch of long process, and a forgone conclusion."
"As long as you keep your faith in the Gods, one can find the strength to fight such temptations." Duran optimistically says though has quoted from one of the lessons of the temple. "Sure, we'lll make mistakes here and there. We are all mortals after all. But so long as we put our faith in the right place, that'll make all the difference to avoid straying completely down such roads."
[Duran: 12/12 HP]
[Munny: 52 GP]
[Duran obtains 6 days of rations and 6 lemony scones!]
[Alms Box: 10 GP 1 Sliver]
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As Retaria and Gwyn put on their trinkets they feel the weight of their armors on their body.
"Potential for more change?? Go up? How much more up is there?"
She shrugs, "To the best of my knowledge no one has ever reached the top. I Liked the look of you so I volunteered for this job, I'm hoping you'll be the ones to make it all the way."
"As long as you keep your faith in the Gods, one can find the strength to fight such temptations." Duran optimistically says though has quoted from one of the lessons of the temple. "Sure, we'lll make mistakes here and there. We are all mortals after all. But so long as we put our faith in the right place, that'll make all the difference to avoid straying completely down such roads."
She smiles, "You are just too cute. The gods do not directly intervene here no matter what you've heard about elsewhere. And.." She cocks an eyebrow, "Beings of lesser power are equally unlikely.. Still The Lady does not punish faith."
She leans on the counter, "Do you have any more business for me? If not, there is nothing stopping you from using the stairs."
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"Uh, thanks. I'm rooting for us too." Gwyn answers Amber.
Gwyn moves over to Neathra and takes her hand, "all of us together are going to give us our best shot. Let's get moving and get you and the rest of us out of this room. Ok?"
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"Whoa, that feels weird!" Retiaria commented as she felt the weight of chainmail that wasn't there. She bounced her shoulders a few times to get it to settle, and winced. "Ow! And pinchy!"
She pulled the ring off and rubbed her nipples with a wince.
Grabbing her old leather armour, she put that on, then slipped the ring back onto her finger. "Ah, that's better."
"Okay, I guess we'd better get moving then."
She grabbed her shield and trident, and headed off towards the stairs, before stopping and turning back. "Oh, wait! before we go, we need water! My skin's totally dry, and I'm starting to think just one might not be enough. Can I get a refill, and maybe a couple more as well?"
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She smiles, "You are just too cute. The gods do not directly intervene here no matter what you've heard about elsewhere. And.." She cocks an eyebrow, "Beings of lesser power are equally unlikely.. Still The Lady does not punish faith."
Duran frown upon hearing such words. For the first time, someone said something that looked almost out right offensive to the dragonborn. "That's not true! The Gods are always around us, their power can reach anywhere! And though they sleep and their influence is weakened they still reach to those who believe." She declared, almost as if straight out of a textbook. "B-besides. If this were to be true, I couldn't channel any from of healing. Neither could Oric... right Oric?" She turned to the cleric of the party, hoping for her to back this dragonborn's claims up.
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Naethra let her fingers close tight around Gwyn's. "Finally," she said, more tired than afraid at this point.
Yes, half the party was wearing effectively nothing. Yes, it was distracting and tactically dubious. Yes, it seemed like some sort of magical corruption was worming its way into them, one by one. And yes, the adorable elf princess did rush off to fuck Red about ten minutes ago, and still smelled of her exertions. It was... not an unpleasant odor.
But mostly, she was just releived to be moving again. "Let's get moving. Maybe, if we make good time, we can get out of here before we run out of... unaffected rations." She eyed Duran, "would our lovely dragon lady care to take point? Or would you like first stab at things, Red?"
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"Last time I took point I got used as a quiver, so I'm alright, thanks." Retiaria replied. "I'll go behind Duran though, just let me finish up here first."
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Amber hands a fresh net over to Retaria. "Ahh water.." She casually lifts a barrel and sets it on the counter, "You may fill your skin for 5 copper coins, and for two sliver you can have a fresh skin."
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"Great!" Retiaria filled her waterskin and handed over six silver for three extra waterskins, as well as the five coppers for the refill. Once these were filled as well she placed them in her bag. "Pleasure doing business with you!"
She then hurried back to the group, taking a place just behind Duran, ready to go up the stairs.
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Heading up the spiral stair case takes a bit of time.. There is a door at the top, it is moderately thick wood but nothing Duran can't handle. He pushes it open and you enter a wooden walled room. Inside you see an old rotted bow stave and a coil of equally time worn bow string. You think you can hear bird song and the air smells fresher despite the dust in the room.
You all become Level 2
As the last of you climb out leaving the room somewhat crowded you realize there is no door or staircase in the dirt floor of this room. Only one rather flimsy looking door on the north wall of what seems to be a run down shack.
Oric:
Dwarf senses tell you that you are not underground.
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I look around, confused for a moment "I had thought this would take us much longer... It seems we've already made it outside."
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"I'll take the 'easy' win. Even if it cost me my manhood. But we're out." Gwyn looks back down at the absence of a door on the ground where they came from. "That's disconcerting. But I really wasn't looking to go back."
"Everything look to same to you, Neathra. Emptyish room and a door?" She asks before inspecting the door, not wanting to fall into a pit again. (Perception: 6+3=9 I'll assume that fails.) "Seem legit."
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Duran sighs in relief after leading the party to what already shows signs that they finally made it out. "Whew.. bout time... guess we got over prepared for nothing but.. I'm not complaining. We'll be out of here quickly."
)Woot, I can spell! Will update profile when off work)
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Naethra couldn't help but squeeze Gwyn's hand a little tighter as they left the spiral staircase.
She didn't know what she'd been expecting when they got to the end, but this... this definitely wasn't it.
"Everything look to same to you, Neathra. Emptyish room and a door?"
"Yes... that sounds like what I'm seeing." she surveyed the area. "Is that... a piece of wood and string on the ground there?"
She couldn't help but smile, despite herself. They weren't out of this place; it couldn't be that easy, not after that last room. That's not the sort of trick that would work immediately before an exit... not without something more drastic, at any rate. But still, this place just... smelled nicer. It felt less claustraphobic, and...
"Does... does anyone else hear that? Something like bird song?" she craned her head, letting her eyes linger for a moment on Gwyn. The previous levels may have cost her her manhood, but she still came out better for that trade. It was nice to see she was accepting of it; it would have been a tragedy to lose the lovely elf girl she'd become.
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"Whoo! It's good to be out of that crazy place. But we're not safe yet. We're still fuck knows where out in the Wilds. We need to get back to civilisation, sharpish."
"Is that... a piece of wood and string on the ground there?"
"Looks like a bow. Old though, and kinda fucked."
"Does... does anyone else hear that? Something like bird song?"
"Yeah. Sounds nice..."
Heading over to the shack door, Retiaria tried to open it, stepping to the side just in case of a trap or ambush.
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The swings part way open on leather hinges.. that rip through with the effort of actually moving then the door falls forward with a soft 'wump' onto a dirt path. There are thick trees and undergrowth lineing the dirt path. The sun shines down on you all, catching the pearl and gold of Retaria's head very nicely. The bird song goes quiet as the door falls out with a rustling of branches as they take off. Around the shack is a pile of mossy wood split into wedged sections, but clearly left unused.
Aerin notices on the ground a rotted leather strip with an iron buckle.. Near that is more buckles and a torn strip of silk... Whatever/whomever once wore these clearly has no more use of them.
Finally in the back they can find a rusty ax head. There is only one clear path away from the shack the rest of it being ringed by dark and foreboding wood.
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Retiaria winced as the door thumped down to the ground. "Bloody hell, what a shithole..."
Cautiously stepping outside, she looked around. The shack was in a clearing, surrounded by trees. It was sunny here, but she could see it got dark fast once leaving the clearing. Great. They were in a fucking forest...
"Uh, we should get moving..."
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Gwyn gives a warm smile to Neathra feeling that they are free of the pit and feeling that things could be a path to correct themselves.
She looks to the door and follows Retiaria outside into the sun. She stretches out feeling good to be out of the pit and out into the open.
Looking back at the shack and thinking about what was here, "Clearly no one has been here in ages. How far from a town must we be then? A lot of walking is ahead of us."
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Duran looks around the outside area they have now entered with a smile. "Whew... finally but yeah, let's keep moving." Duran stated, continuing to move forward with the group as she felt glad to finally escape that damned dungeon.
"Ya know. I'm not complaining but after everything we encountered, I thought that place was gonna be just a tad longer..."
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"Yeah. And it's weird. Place like that, beneath a shitty little abandoned hut? Doesn't seem right..." Retiaria added, nodding slowly. "And we were able to just leave, so why didn't they?"
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"I think that if we got hurt bad enough, and didn't have each other to heal us, we'd just be trapped horny women like them." Gwyn tried to perk things up, "But we did escape, and I have a bakery to claim in the town of...." Gwyn pauses reading the deed to see where it's located, "you know, this place. I mean providing it's still open."
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"You do? Huh, I never took you for the baking type..." Retiaria commented with a smile. It was only slightly forced, this place made her uneasy. Too many trees...
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I step forward, eager to get back to a town where the chairs were always made of wood, and the clothes won't end up wearing you. Walking down the path I keep an eye on the trees, uneasy about our rather rapid escape.
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"A baker? Ohh you make treats?" Duran says with a bit of interest as he looked back briefly to ask that, then marched forward to keep the team going down the path. "Rather neat!"
[HP: 20]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
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"Maybe I don't exactly know how to bake well. I could make some bread. A sweet roll in a pinch. But I can hire someone to do the work, and I can get the profit or something. Hard working business woman." Gwyn suggested.
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"This feels..." Naethra wanted to say too easy, but something was odd. She felt strange. It wasn't the cloying, sexual corruption that she felt when she was wounded earlier... it was nothing like that.
Rather... it was far away, but familiar. Gentle, but energizing. She felt different. Lightheaded for an instant, and then somehow clearer. She'd only ever felt anything like that once before. Alone, in a forest, afraid and in the dark and not that much different than now.
She closed her eyes, stopping for a moment and letting go of Gwyn's hand. When she opened them, she knew was touching fae magic.
[Naethra activates Eldritch Sight, and is now Detecting Magic]
"oh, I'm sorry... I was a little distracted there, for a moment," she said, scanning around, her glance lingering on the discarded items, the cottage, and the high tree branches before passing over her companions and their new clothes.
"A bakery sounds lovely... although I'm not sure how valid or useful that deed would be. Wouldn't something like that revert to town control after a while? Is the parchment dated?" Did she even know what city it was in? Naethra abandoned that line of questioning... better to keep things hopeful right now. Besides... Gwyn would make a good baker. Or business woman. Or chefess.
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Gwyn took out the stolen deed, "I don't know. I didn't look closely. I figured I could pass off as who ever she was or her daughter. Ok, I sound kinda shady when I say it like that, but it would be jobs and service to the community."
I look back at the document to see the name, date, city, etc.
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The deed is in one of the larger fragments of Seinhelm simply stating that the holder of this deed is the proper owner of the property in question.
As Neathra starts up her fey vision she sees what she expects to see at first, the satchel bag is clearly magical, the weapons you all carry have a an aura of magical force about them as well. Then.. it's almost like the power blinks out.. the ability to see fades till it seems you are looking about with simply mortal eyes. Your magical focus.. it's no longer etched with pearl either. A tiny voice blooms in the back of Naethra's head, "oh dear.. seems you've used up all the fey you brought with you... I wonder what the rest will say to dragging out a powerless bookworm with them... I wonder how you'll explain this..After all.. even a magical novice knows that a sorcerers power flows from within.." Naethra can feel.. the lack of something.."I'd keep walking and listen... You want to stay useful to them yes.. Look over at that former jackass of a man and really everyone is better for it.. She's much more pleasant now.." Neathra's eyes are drawn to the paper, on one hand, she can now imagine herself as some shopgirl some place..on the other, it's a legal contract.. and so easily transferred..
"oh my.. that is an interesting thought isn't it..I bet there is a very interesting contract I could get at a bargain price.. What do you think of that?"
The path is fairly clear, but plants are clearly starting to overtake it, as the party walks the forest grows quiet around them and noisy again as they pass. No animals approach close enough to be seen.
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Naethra felt her heart chill as the strange voice spoke into her mind. Her pulse raced, her skin paled, and she made every effort not to betray her terror. Rather, she kept walking, but slowed her pace so she'd fall just behind most of the group, just so no one could directly see her while she tried to process this.
Okay... The important thing is not to panic. Failing at that, the next most important thing was not to cry.
This was bad. Really, really bad. Something horrible would leap out of the forest any moment and she'd be utterly defenseless. Maybe she could make noises with her mouth and just say she missed if anyone asks? That... would probably work, come to think of it. Some of these people seemed exceedingly dim, and none of them seemed to know much about magical...
But that was only the secondary problem. The primary one would be actually surviving whatever came next. The goblins had been entirely too dicey as the were, but without her spells, without her Lady's intervention...
That was what hurt, most of all. More than the emptiness. More than the fear. She had hope while she held the Fae's magic, hope in the old stories, hope in fey-wilds, maybe even hope of transcending her cursed heritage. Now...
Now there were thoughts on her head she wasn't certain were her own. Why did she want to look at the bakery deed? What was this about a contract? Was... Was the lady of this place offering to replace her benefactor? Did this communication by thought thing work both ways?
"I made a deal with my Lady," she whispered in Sylvan, hopefully too softly for anyone to hear. "If you want my oath, my service, or my loyalty, you must ask her. She holds my Oath, not I." That's how debts work, right? Although, truthfully, she didn't know much (well, anything, really) about the nature of the pact she made.
Quietly, and not visibly trembling, she picked up her pace a bit, trying to read Gwyn's bakery deed over shoulder, just in case.
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Gwyn looked over the contract not hearing the mumbling from Neathra, "Oh, I don't even need to pretend. I can just be me and I now own a bakery. Sweet! Hot cross sweet rolls. Maybe some whiskey infused glaze. Something with a bit of a kick. Get drunk from eating."
After having it out for a bit more to read it, Gwyn went to put it back into her bag. "Although, do I need to do something about my name? I've been travelin around for a while before thing. Building up a nice party rep, as Gwyn. It's gonna feel weird claiming to use the same name. Be the same person. What do the rest of you feel about continuing to use the same name?"
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Retiaria was glad when the group started moving. The sooner they were out of these woods and back in a nice, safe town, the better.
[Perception 7 + 1 = 8]
She didn't notice Naethra's muttering.
"Although, do I need to do something about my name? I've been travelin around for a while before thing. Building up a nice party rep, as Gwyn. It's gonna feel weird claiming to use the same name. Be the same person. What do the rest of you feel about continuing to use the same name?"
"I don't see the problem. I mean, it's your call if you don't feel comfortable using your old name now, but you're still you, right, no matter what you look like now? Your reputation's the only thing you can really own- I mean really. So if I was you I'd be wary of just throwing it away."
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"Not throwing my reputation away, but I think protecting it. Until I'm able to turn back. Ok, I guess this would be a hell of a story, and it will be. I just want to avoid spoilers for people. If they know this is me, if I use my normal name, they'll be telling my story before I get to do so. I've been really looking forward to telling my own story. I don't need those tossers messing it up. Maybe it doesn't need to be a big change. West is fairly common."
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I stop walking and look around "Something... isn't right. We're above ground, but these aren't the wilds. I don't feel the ambient taint of chaotic magic, or the eyes of predators from all directions. I know it's rather redundant to say, but everyone stay on guard."
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"Not throwing my reputation away, but I think protecting it. Until I'm able to turn back. Ok, I guess this would be a hell of a story, and it will be. I just want to avoid spoilers for people. If they know this is me, if I use my normal name, they'll be telling my story before I get to do so. I've been really looking forward to telling my own story. I don't need those tossers messing it up. Maybe it doesn't need to be a big change. West is fairly common."
Retiaria nodded slowly. "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Any ideas for the fake name?"
"Something... isn't right. We're above ground, but these aren't the wilds. I don't feel the ambient taint of chaotic magic, or the eyes of predators from all directions. I know it's rather redundant to say, but everyone stay on guard."
"Yeah, no worries there. Wilds or not, this place is freaking me out. I don't think I've ever seen this many trees before, it's weird..."
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"I'm open to suggestions on the name. I'm all upper crust and stuff now. Probably more of a Gwyneth or Gwendolyn than my name. Ideas?"
The clerics words made Gwyn more aware of the area and she took a look around. She was used to traveling gathering stories before. Maybe she could place something.
Nature 12+1=13
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"Well..." Duran listens to Gwyn and Retiaria. Being way to far ahead to hear the other tielfing nor realize she's muttering to herself. "I'm personally never changing my name form what I'm born with regardless of this accursed form. though I guess you got a reputation to maintain and I'm just now working on mine..." Just as she finished she heard Oric's warning that something is off. The Paladin stops for a moment and looks around briefly. "I hope that's not a sign something really nasty is around." With that the paladin did take caution. Focusing just long enough to try to reach out ot sense some of the greatest lifeforms of good.. but some of the most foul of lifeforms. And undead too for that matter. Hoping he can spot anything trying to sneak up.
Duran began moving again as he looked back to the group briefly. "Keep your eyes up, I can only pick up on some things.." The paladin muttered, continuing to scan the area while moving forward.
[Duran uses DIVINE SENSE to try to spot Celestial, Fiends, and Undead not hiding behind total cover. Also detects Concentrated/Desecrated ground.
Ends at the end of Duran's next turn.]
[HP: 20]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
[Divine Sense: 3 uses left]
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Deep breaths... but not too deep, otherwise people might notice something is wrong. Think, Naethra thought to herself, what would you do normally here?
Not crying was a good start. So was not screaming. She blinked rather misty eyes and tried earnestly to continue that practice.
The other people in the party were talking. Normally she'd weigh in.
"We have no idea where we are. You can't traverse the Wilderness, not really, not reliably. What are the odds you'll end up in a city you're familiar with? In a city that would have ever heard of you? Or any of us, for that matter. I think... one way or another, you'll have to restart your reputation, wherever you wind up. Might as well choose what works best. You'll never be Gwyn there, at least not the Gwyn you were. Even... even if you do change back, you won't have all the same influences you did before, you would have survived something... most dreadful, and you'd have to start over in a new place, with only us as your foundation. One way or another, you'll be building from scratch. We all will." If we survive, she thought but did not say.
"I'd... I'd think about a new name. A pretty one. Maybe Guenevere?" she added, weakly. She wanted Gwyn to stay an elf, and a woman. It felt so right... the brutish, borish, dreadfully uncouth vulgar half-elf had been a pain to work with, but the new elf girl was so sweet... not the brightest, but it seemed such a tragedy for her to throw away all she'd gained.
Of course, that train of thought made the Voice's words sting. What would she give up to survive this place? What could she do now? What had she already given away, and what had she just lost... The voice and the thoughts had been oddly focused on that deed... what was it getting at?
"Oh, may I please see that deed for a moment? I may be able to recognize the city. I studied maps of the old empire, from time to time," she said.
"Keep your eyes up, I can only pick up on some things.."
She turned her attention to Duran as she spoke. If Gwyn had been improved by this place, Duran's changes had been... at best a lateral move, but she seemed more the person she was when this all began. But the warning was apt. Naethra looked up, uneasy but already well and truly frightened. She hadn't felt this helpless since those first nights alone in the Wilderness...
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I look back at Naethra, quirking an eyebrow at her misty eyes but refraining from mentioning it. The situation isn't great, but it's nothing to get upset over... "Well, that depends on you. I've been able to return to a town pretty reliably as long as I came prepared. Some good wine and some food can earn you quite a bit of help. Though it seems whoever captured me helped themselves to my stock of trading goods." Hearing the discussion about the deed I give a light shrug "I can also give it a look if you want, I've been around. That said it probably doesn't really matter if anyone knows the place. It's just whether or not you can get there."
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There is no sacred ground, demons, angels, or undead who are not well hidden in the general area.
"If you want my oath, my service, or my loyalty, you must ask her. She holds my Oath, not I."
The voice speaks in her ear again, "Of course I could buy your debt. such things are pretty common.. it seems that the powers that trade favors to mortals don't actually get that attached. Not that you have any good reason to listen to me. Although, I haven't lied to anyone in your little group yet. I could.. but you've been nothing but unkind to my servant who went out of her way to be helpful."
It's almost like she's listening to your thoughts as you think them, "Yes.. I'm very pleased with how she came out, don't worry about the deed. unless you were planning to retire as a shopgirl someplace." a faint laughter is heard, "if you can find an employer who thinks having you up front is a good idea."
"I think you should apologize to me.. Ask me to return your powers..and promise to apologize to my servant next time you see her of course."
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Gwyn rolled around the idea in her head, "Guinevere is cute and seems pompous enough. Solid option. I'm gonna ignore the rest of that rant. I'd like to be optimistic. We will find a town. We are on a path. Worst case you find a river and follow it. It will go to a city. May be a while, but eventually a city. I'd like to turn back. But I can can handling being this for a while. It'll be an interesting experience. Even if I'm Guinevere for the rest of my life, it will still be a good story. Gwendolyn?"
Gwyn kinda sighs with the requests for the deed, mostly do to her laziness. "Ugh, I just put it away. I appreciate the offer, but it's in Seinhelm. I know where that it."
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"I see," Naethra said aloud, both for Gwyn and her unseen other. "Gwendolyn is cute, too."
She let herself slip back a couple paces, thinking
This entity was communicating through magic and thought. That was worrisome. She could probably speak to it without mumbling in front of the party, but she couldn't help but worry about what else she could here. How much of her internal monologue was open to her? Could she feel the fear and helplessness pushing her into a panic?
She wouldn't betray her Lady. She'd read enough Fairy tales to know that route ended messily. She... knew that mortal agents of the great Lords and Ladies weren't necessarily dear to their patrons, but still the entity's words hurt. She had hoped to become valuable, beloved to the fey Lady, but right now she didn't even know her title.
' I'm sorry to have offended you,' Naethra thought, focusing the words into her mind. She tried not to dwell on how being kidnapped and thrust into a dungeon of sex-mad hostile monsters may have soured her outlook. 'And... I will apologize to your servant, should we meet again'. Or, technically, for the first time since she never actually saw, heard, or spoke to it... Err, her, that is.
It hardly seemed fair to be judged so harshly on that interaction, given the circumstances. But, then again, beings this powerful didn't need to be fair.
'I... I don't know who you are you are, or why you've brought is here. But, please, I beg you restore my link to my Lady... It's the only thing of value I have left.'
Of course, if this being was responsible for this place, why would she let her have her loaned magic back? If she created the kobolds and goblins they had faced, did she want the party to defeat them? Why would she restore a weapon used against her?
Naethra thought for a moment. 'What... interests you?'
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I... I don't know who you are you are, or why you've brought is here. But, please, I beg you restore my link to my Lady... It's the only thing of value I have left.
"How little you mortals value yourselves.. If that's all there is, step in front of a knife now." Naethra feels a hand carress her thigh, "You interest me, I wouldn't have gone to such efforts on your behalf otherwise. Although, I'm starting to question that investment. You risk my boredom.. Something much worse than any mere fey's wrath.."
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I stop walking and look around "Something... isn't right. We're above ground, but these aren't the wilds. I don't feel the ambient taint of chaotic magic, or the eyes of predators from all directions. I know it's rather redundant to say, but everyone stay on guard."
Stilling having Oric's words in her ears Gwyn suggests, "Do you mind if we stop for 10 mins? I can do a spell and we can have an invisible person that will walk about 30 feet a pace in front of us. If there are any kind of traps or spells, etc on the path. It'll set them off before we get to them. Just in case. Also he'll break up all the spiderwebs strung up between the trees across the pass so we don't get them in our faces."
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"Sounds good," Naethra said, barely paying attention to the party.
It was almost amazing how consistently things could go from bad to worse.
Her thigh tingles under her armor where the entity had caressed. The entity which had just levied a not at all veiled threat at her. She swallowed, recalling Aerin's transformation. That wasn't something as simple as Duran and Oric's gender changes, or even the alteration to Gwyn (Gwendolyn?) blood. That rewrote reality, affecting memories and, quite possibly, the political landscape of the world. That was something beyond a mortal wizard. Whatever this entity was, it was at least as mighty as a goddess... Possibly moreso, given how quiet the gods have been.
All in all, it seemed like a spectacularly bad idea to poss this thing off.
'What do you want from us? I will fight becoming like those goblins and kobolds until my last breath.' A grim smile crept over her silent lips, 'Which, I suppose, rather defeat s the purpose of walking into a knife here, doesn't it?'
Terror was exhausting, and Naethrha was growing quite fatigued with it. Mouthing off to the evil goddess likely wsn't a good idea, but if she wanted things to be interesting...
'I'll... I'll use my spear and knife if I must. I'm not going to just surrender here. I... I don't know what interests you, but if it's just sex and debauchery, shouldn't the other tiefling have that covered by now? What do you want from me?' As much as she could, she kept the 'tone' of her thoughts straightforward and amiable, suppressing her fear, frustration, and fatigue.
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Naethra feels that squeeze, "do you promise to fight tooth and nail.. never giving in?"
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"I suppose Naethra has a point." Retiaria said, looking back at her and Gwyn. "Though Guinevere sounds kind of... eh. Maybe Gwynneth? Gweldolyn sounds cute too."
[Insight 16+1 = 17]
Her gaze lingered on Naethra for a few moments, before she turned to face forward again. Some thing wasn't right there. Admittedly she hadn't known her all that long, but... something didn't seem right. She was distracted, and seemed worried. Something clearly had her freaked out. Retiaria made a mental note to talk to her about it when they next made camp.
What could it be though? Was she still worried about their dealings with Amber?
Wait. Amber!
"Oh crap, I meant to ask Amber about that Lady she said she serves! Argh, I totally forgot! That wine blew my wits right out..."
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Naethra feels that squeeze, "do you promise to fight tooth and nail.. never giving in?"
She felt the squeeze again, the caress of something divine, or at lead as mighty.
'I think I can promise that. I'll fight against that fate, and I won't surrender to it. Not as long as I draw breath and a single thought on my mind is still my own. I'll fight it to the end.'
She nticed Red staring at her, and fidgeted uncomfortably. How much of this could she guess?
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"Oh crap, I meant to ask Amber about that Lady she said she serves! Argh, I totally forgot! That wine blew my wits right out..."
"Eh, it will be alright. We escaped. That's the important part." Gwyn says putting a shoulder on Red's shoulder, "Ok, I'm stopping to do this spell. 10 mins an we'll get moving again. Plus, I don't know about the other girls, especially Duran, but the bouncing with my breasts as I walk is taking a bit to get used to. And I have support. Thank gods for that corset and this dress. Might need a tighten up so things hold a bit better."
Gwyn stretched while she started gathering energy for her spell, aware that she could still talk and concentrate. She just couldn't keep walking and do it.
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Duran did stop moving when Gwyn suggested it. after all a distraction could help prevent an ambush of any sorts. "Well, this armor's actually rather tight and keeping my chest in place." She admits as she looks back to the group. "Still I agree, we should wait for this illusion in the hopes it'll throw someone off."
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Naethra feels a finger on her chin lifting it then soft lips on her own and then a nearly electric pleasurable rush through her body. With a wisdom or con save (pick one, DC 14) she can keep down a moan otherwise she orgasms and not quietly. "I find that acceptable, keep fighting, you'll have the means to do so."
In ten minutes of prep then chanting an unseen cloud of force manifests.. For a moment the image of a bar wench cleavage overflowing is seen over the cloud before it fades away leaving Gywn with an unseen servant to command.
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Gwyn gives a look when she sees the quick moment of image of the form before it turn invisible and mutters. "Well, that's new. huh"
Gwyn selfishly has the unseen servant adjust the laces on her corset and dress, since she but them on by herself after the earlier sexcapde and could use the assist to get her clothes fitting better. While the servant is doing that, Gwyn pulls her old clothes from her bag. Gives them to the unseen servant to wear so she would be more visible. And sends her on 30 ft ahead of the group.
"Alright, Babs will walk ahead and attract any trouble. We'll have to pause to refresh the spell every so often, but we should be good. Ready to continue. Yes, I named her Babs."
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This entity was entirely too touchy for Naethra's tastes. But... apparently she had said the right thing. She hoped.
Before she could ruminate on that she felt lips on her's. She blushed, instantly surprised and embarrased, memories of her first boyfriend and her disastrous first kiss risked through her mind, visceral and unbidden.
And then the flow. Magic and sensation. She tried to control herself, to suppress the feelings...
(con save: 6 + 2)
She failed.
"Aghmmmm!" she moaned, loudly, her hips wriggling as her sex rang with incandescent pleasure. Her knees felt weak and gave way.
When Naethra opened her eyes she found herself panting, her hands and knees in the ground. Grimacing, she lifted her hand to look at her crystal focus...
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"Ok, I'm stopping to do this spell. 10 mins an we'll get moving again. Plus, I don't know about the other girls, especially Duran, but the bouncing with my breasts as I walk is taking a bit to get used to. And I have support. Thank gods for that corset and this dress. Might need a tighten up so things hold a bit better."
"Yeah, as a full-time tits-haver who moves around a lot, I can definitely confirm support is essential."
Retiaria stopped and waited while Gwen cast her spell. Standing around here made her uneasy, but at the same time it was so they could get a better advanced warning if anything bad was to happen, so it was worth the wait.
She whirled around when Naethra cried out, trident raised ready to strike at whatever attacker they faced. Then it was lowered as she realised what had actually happened.
"Bloody hell Naethra, I know I said you should relax a bit, but that's going a bit far, isn't it?"
She walked over to her, kneeling down next to her. "Seriously though, are you alright? What just happened?"
She offered the sorcerer a friendly smile, hoping to encourage her to discuss whatever was going on.
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I groan, scratching my chest and rubbing my shoulder "Don't remind me. Nothing down there really fit me. I've gained a new appreciation for bras and fully intend to acquire one next chance I get. I wish I'd thought of it before we left, I'm sure Amber could have given me one. Also, this light, airy dress thing is quite strange considering I'm used to wearing chain mail almost all the time. I'm just glad it's not windy."
The sudden commotion draws my attention and I prepare my holly symbol "Are you okay? Were you attacked by something" as I mention it my eyes dart around the trees. We're still to close to assume there's no enemies possessing corrupted weapons around here, and that thought fills me with dread "Do you need healing?"
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"Yeah, the corset really makes a difference." Gwyn comments right before hearing the moan from Neathra.
The sound and Oric's comment reminded her about the pearl weapons. She ran over to Neathra's side and reached out to help her up. "Are you ok?"
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Naethra can sea pearl seeping back into her focus, the shape of a pair of lips appears for a moment before fadeing way into what appear to be random sworls of pearl.
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"Oh... oh..." Naethra murmured, staring at her crystal focus.
That... she didn't know what she was expecting. In retrospect, she should have taken a moment to appreciate her focus' beauty without the cloudy, corrupting pearl. Pretty was it was, given the circumstances, and what it meant...
But her magic didn't work without it. That meant that this lustful infusion wasn't just corrupting her spells... it was facilitating them in the first place. Just what in the hells was going on here?
She was jarred from her thoughts by her companions, and the realization that she had just come quite loudly in front of them all. She blinked, reassembling the last few moments, what the others had seen, and... somewhere along the way, some new, very lewd information came to her. Memory without a source... or, more likely than not, directly whispered to her mind by the same feminine entity that had brought her here.
"Seriously though, are you alright? What just happened?"
"I... I think I'm fine..." Naethra said, still blushing scarlet as she stood up. She noted, with frustration, a dampness between her legs, making her leggings slick. All eyes were on her.
(Deception Roll: 9 + 5 = 14)
"I was... I was trying to work some magic. An idea came to me, and I tried something new, but... the flow of this place, it feels wrong. I think I touched something I shouldn't have and, well..." she grimaced, "I don't think we're out of this. Not yet. These aren't the wilds. They don't feel like the wilds. And what just happened to me... it feels like that dream. With the Lady."
She really hoped no one here knew enough about magic to call her on her bullshit... but she didn't want to explain what had just happened. There was no need for the rest to know she was a liability.
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[Insight 12+1 = 13]
Retiaria nodded, giving Naethra a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Fair enough. Just be careful, yeah? We all need to be in top shape if we're gonna get out of here."
She then frowned. "Yeah, I thought this was too easy. You reckon this is an illusion or something?"
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[insight 10+5=15]
I frown, looking down at the tiefling "Are you SURE that's what happened? I think it's very important that we have a proper understanding of our situation whenever possible." Her explanation doesn't quite feel right, and my suspicion only grows as I notice the change to her arcane focus.
Looking at Retiaria I shake my head "I don't think it's an illusion. Dwarves can instinctively tell if we're underground, and we definitely aren't. Maybe some sort of teleportation magic?"
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Like everyone else, Duran reacted in surprise to what had happen to Naethra and had a hand prepped, glowing to give out healing energy only for her to sigh in relief when she explained that it was her magic acting up to a failed spell. Luckily for the tielfing, the dragonborn doesn't even consider her lying. "Whew, well do be careful then, with how strange everything has been going, in this place I don't wanna see your magic all corrupted or something." She sighed in relief only to then tilt her head as the non warrior tiefling claims that this isn't the wilds. "It's not.... but how? I thought the world is now mostly wilds and we are out of the dungeon."
Oric explaining that they are definitely not underground only makes it all the more perplexing. "Teleporting magic? You can just teleport people around? Someone should figure out how to do that so we can just poof ourselves back into town." She does look back to Naethra seeing as she's the only non divine caster of the group. If you don't count the royal princess however. And Duran isn't clever enough to consider that the bard who can make an illusion could learn other magical tricks.
[HP: 20/20]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
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Dressing up the invisible largely intangible force is a trick...yet somehow Gwyn manages to grope her breasts several times before getting a shirt to sort of float there..
Moving along the trail it's quite a bit of time before anything interesting happens. When something interesting does happen an arrow flies through the shirt on the invisible bar wench pinning the shirt to a tree. Ahead in a wider clear area of the trail there are two figures... Goblins one dressed in leathers with a bow.. astride a wolf.. one wearing the silks of dancing girl from a desert nation.
(Roll for initiative!)
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"Are you SURE that's what happened? I think it's very important that we have a proper understanding of our situation whenever possible."
"I don't think it's an illusion. Dwarves can instinctively tell if we're underground, and we definitely aren't. Maybe some sort of teleportation magic?"
"I... I think? I'm not sure. Magic feels so strange here," Naethra offered, hedging her bets. The rather recently curvy dwarf was probably the one most likely to see through her lies, but there was plenty of room to feign confusion. Hells, it wouldn't really be a feign. Nothing about this made sense... unless she revisted an earlier hypothesis...
"I don't think this is an illusion. None of it was..." Naethra said, trying to comb her recent conversation for clues. "I think this is all real. What... what that lady, from our dreams, what she has done, taking us from different places, changing our weapons and spells, affecting the flows of magic here... We may not be on Escain at all. We were brought here by something at least as strong as a god, and we're in her realm now."
It was a bit of a leap, but it made sense. It was actually rather frightening just how many pieces fell into place in this picture. The only thing that was still worrisome was just what Aerin's change affected in reality, but if the master of this domain was something akin to a god, she might have the power to do that in reality, too...
Her train of thought was interrupted by an arrow piercing their partially visible vanguard.
(Initiative: 17 + 0)
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"Well where ever we are, however we are there. The gods will watch over us even as they sleep." The dragonborn says reassuringly as the group moves forward only for the poor innocent illusion to take a fatal arrow attack. "Hey Gwyn, ya right. That did work pretty well." The dragonborn said excitedly, glad to not see herself, or more importantly one of the other members of the group eating arrows right off the back. Moving forward to greet the attacks it seems more goblins ready to cause trouble. So far a smaller group with one smartly riding the wolf. The other, way to poorly dressed for a fight.
"Look, if you surrender now and leave us alone, No one has to get hurt!" Duran warns, even as she draws out her weapon.
[Intuitive: 19-1 = 18 ]
[HP: 20/20]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
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Gwyn couldn't help it, her invisible servant did have a nice chest.
"You think we're in a different plane of existence? This lady can do that? Seems like a bit much. Also how could we confirm? The stars?" Gwyn asks the group, but stops talking seeing the arrow hit the decoy. "Damn it, I liked that shirt. Not that it fits."
Int: 5+2=7
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[Initiative 15 + 2 =17]
"Huh. Her own private realm? If that's true, then shit...getting out of here might be harder than we th-"
Seeing the shirt get hit, Retiaria swore, readying her shield. Moving her trident over to be held in the same hand as the shield, she grabbed a net ready to throw and fixed the ambushers with a steely glare.
"More godsdamn goblins! We dealt with your mates already, piss off, you tiny green bitches!"
[Intimidate 13+3=16]
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[Insight 17+5=22]
My face grows more and more obviously displeased as Naethra speaks, a prominent scowl forming by the end "I was trying to give you a chance to be honest without me having to say I don't believe you, but here we are. I don't believe you and I want the truth. As much as I would like to avoid your attempts to change the topic I can't let what you just said stand. Though we don't tend to experience more than it, the power of the gods isn't the power to warp reality and manipulate mortals. The gods hold together the very fabric of our world, and all the worlds of the different planes. The gods sacrificed so much of themselves to protect us, and when they finally awaken they're doomed to hear the endless cries of people comparing them to every wretched demon and elemental giant they're scared off, while complaining about how useless they are! But the gods are the reason escain remains. Even as they sleep they hold this world in place, shrouding it from the encroach of the other planes and preventing the return of the starspawn, or any other such abominations." I let out an angry huff, slowly realizing how stupid and unreasonable I'm being for getting upset "So no... we're still on escain. We might be hoping around it, or stuck in somebodies toybox or pocket realm, but it's still escain.... Only the gods themselves could change that." By the time I finish that statement all my anger has been replaced with pure embarrassment, my cheeks bright red and my voice barely a squeak.
The arrow draws back my attention and I silently thank them for saving me from the embarrassment of my outburst. However, the anger I was feeling at the deception and constant mockery of the gods (both here, and before my arrival) is happy to have an outlet as my rage redirects to these goblins.
[Insight 14+5=19]
[Nature(goblins) 8+0?=8]
[Initiative 16-1=15]
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The two goblins simply laugh and smile as terms are offered. "Sorry cuties.. but we have a quota to make and the boss is much scarier than you."
The goblin in dancing silks begins to sway her hips and move her silken clad arms and with each step of her dance leaves behind another goblin dancer in her wake as they dance and twirl about each other making it nearly impossible to figure out which one was the original.
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"Very well. Then you don't leave us any choice." Duran watched as the dancer did some sort of strange trick to create copies... or were they all just illusions like Gwyn's? either way rather then try to figure out which of them to hit, she runs forward to rush the goblin wolf rider isntead. Trying to get up in her space and swing a mighty mace of justice!
[Duran SMASH with Moringstar! on Goblin Wolf Rider]
[4 + 5 = 9.... yay?
[6 + 3 = 9 non hitting damage]
[HP: 20/20]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
(Note if they are too far away for me to do this, I'll have to wait til later to fix it and pick a better move.)
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Oh yea.. that's a miss.
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"Whoa, wait, quota for what?"
Glancing over at the dancer, Retiaria muttered a curse to herself as she saw the multiple copies. She could hit one of those four, and have it turn out she was jabbing at air. Waste of time, at least while there was another opponent. It seemed Duran had had the same thought, so she moved in to support the Dragonborn.
Once in range, she threw a net at the wolf rider, moving in behind her to flank as she did so.
[Net attack: 4 + 4 = 8]
Alas, the net went sailing past harmlessly to become tangled in a tree.
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Naethra was almost grateful for the goblins. Almost. After all, Oric seemed to have been running out of steam towards the end. She seemed confident that she had lied, but based on the odd divine focus of her rant, she wasn't certain if she was really clear on the nature of her deception.
With luck, she'll forget about it by the time they finish with these... sex goblins.
Naethra couldn't help but wince as the first two attacks struck wide. They were rapidly squandering their advantage. And the dancer... "Are those mirror images?" she wondered aloud. That was a useful spell, but most of the time the images were utterly illusory and incapable of directly interacting with the world. She wasn't so certain that was the case here.
Naethra took a few steps back, reaching into the well of fey magic, that now familiar and reassuring presence of loaned power within her. Still worried by her encounter with the Lady of this place, she touched that magic, spun it into shimmering amethyst light between fingers, and cast it out onto the goblins, trying to get the wolf rider and all four dancers within the twenty foot area.
"Strike true," she said, softly enough that only her allies could hear her.
(Casting Faerie Fire. Every affected creature makes a dexterity saving throw. If they fail, they're outlined by coruscating blue-violet light, and all attack rolls against them have advantage.)
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The ghostly flames flicker into place, burning pinkish rather than the blue violet you were expecting. The goblin with the bow, and the wolf she rides are both outlined while the dancer's flame flickers out the moment it begins.
The wolf the goblin rides withdraws from Duran and Retria and aims her bows strait at Naethra. The arrow flies true striking her, but then explodes into bands of energy that wrap around her.
(six damage and make a strength save)
"Yes your essence will make a fine prize!"
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Naethra screamed.
She felt the shock of the bolt pierce her, the nigh lethal damage converted into something just as dangerous. She tried to rally against it...
(Strenght save; 5 -1 = 5)
Her strength failed her and she crumpled.
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The bands solidify around Naethra becoming elaborately tied ropes binding her in place, squeezing tightly rubbing her sexually..
(Naetha has the restrained condition and the squeezing teasing ropes do 4 additional damage. Naethra can attempt a saving throw on each of her turns to break free from the effect.)
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a quiet growl escapes my throat as my eyes focus on the wolf rider. Moving between Naethra and the goblins the anger I've been restraining fills my voice and symbol as I find myself with a perfect target "Though you may be children of Seln by form your are not by nature. Seln commands that none shall be restrained without good reason, and yet his own children bind someone. For this you shall pay" Pushing forwards my emblem I send a spike of white light at the goblin on wolf back, the point piercing the goblins chest, causing the goblin to erupt in a pillar of radiant fire.
[guiding bolt, rolled 13 and 20 to hit, damage: 6+5+2+5+1+6+3+5= 33 (I think)]
Turning my attention to the dancers I let out another low growl "Stand down, or you're next."
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The wolf rideing goblin lets out an orgasmic cry as she is blasted right off the back of the wolf. The ropes around Naethra fade away.
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The fight is getting heated fast and while Duran intended to keep the wolf riding goblin focused upon her, it slipped away to attack Naethra, bringing her down in dangerous looking rope. This wouldn't be good but when Oric calls out for divine retribution it pays hard. Taking out the goblin as Duran couldn't help but cheer. "Aha! See! The Gods do continue to watch over us!" Duran said as all that seems left is the dancer.... all four of her. The dragon born had an idea on how to help deal with the group but seems reluctant. Almost afraid of a result that'll happen if she tries it.
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Retiaria stared at the prone, orgasmic goblin. Then at Orin. Then at the goblin again.
"Hooooly shit..."
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"Yeah....nicely done. See you got an upgrade as a woman" Gwyn replies impressed, "I think this means you get to keep the wolf as a pet."
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Gwyn rolls up her sleeves, "let's see if I can be remotely as useful."
She casts sleep on the dancer(s) putting all targets to sleep under 5d8 = 29hp.
Starting with the creature that has the lowest current hit points, each creature affected by this spell falls unconscious until the spell ends, the sleeper takes damage, or someone uses an action to shake or slap the sleeper awake. Subtract each creature’s hit points from the total before moving on to the creature with the next lowest hit points. A creature’s hit points must be equal to or less than the remaining total for that creature to be affected.
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The magic flows out and the wolf falls into a slumber..Followed by Naethra. leaving them both helpless for the moment.
THe dancer sees her companions fall rapidly and lets out a sound close to a strangled squeak and starts to run down the path as rapidly as possible silks trailing with the breeze of her passing.
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With the sleep spell casted, the wolf was brought down along with Naethra. This could be a cause for alarm had it not been nothing but the dancer left who made a wise retreat to avoid defeat. "and leave us alone for good!" She called out before focusing on Naethra, rushing right over to her. She took a lot from that battle and the dragonborn needs to make sure she'll be okay. "Somebody wake her up. I got her wounds." She rubs a hand over her wounds focusing not on the traditional Lay on Hands but rather something she felt she was getting the spark of. "C....CURE WOUNDS!" she called out as the divine radiance (or what Duran assumes is Divine power) spilled forth from her arm and hand and into the lustful wounds of Naethra, closing them and halting the process of lustful submission.
[Duran casts Cure Wounds on Naethra to heal for:
4 + 3 = 7 hp! ]
[HP: 20/20]
[Spell Slots: 1 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
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"Right, yeah."
Still staring at the wolfrider, Retiaria collected her net from the tree and knelt by Naethra, gently but firmly shaking her awake. "Oi! Sleepy! Naptime's over."
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Looking at the fallen wolf and goblin, as well as the fleeing dancer I speak quickly to the group "I'm going to take care of the wolf and rider. The rest of you can pursue the dancer, but there's a distinct risk of her leading you into traps. I think staying together and dealing with those we have in front of us is more important."
edit: thought combat was done. Seeing that Naethra is tended to I make my way over to the sleeping wolf and goblin. Slowly I begin tying up the goblin as I inspect the wolf with my arcane knowledge, attempting to discern if it's a natural wolf, or was once a person.
[Arcana: 16+0=16]
While I'm at it I scrape my brain for information on normal wolves. I'm not that much bigger then a goblin, maybe I could use it?
[nature: 3+ does it matter?]
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"Yeah, if we can catch the dancer, maybe she can tell us about what's going on here. I was hoping she'd fall asleep. I'll wake up Neathra. It was my bad on that one." Gwyn agrees before feeling a bit sheepish on how the spell went.
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Vaguely, Naethra thought this fight was not going terribly well.
But, at the moment, vague thoughts were about the only ones she was capable of. Things had gone to hell so quickly. The shocking, disconcertingly visceral needful, submissive lust of the wolf-rider's arrow had been replaced by a suffocating binding, perversely feeling her up even as it bound her uselessly on the ground. Worst of all... it had been arousing. More than just the robes feeling against her and stroking her (that didn't do much through her ragged armor), but just the tight constraint, the prone helplessness, it was alluring and powerfully erotic in a way that was wholly alien.
No sooner had she started to realize that these thoughts likely weren't her own than the bindings vanished. She looked up to see the wolf-riding goblin on the ground, writhing in the overwhelming lust she'd seen other defeated foes reduced to.
She didn't even have the chance to push herself up before she heard Gwyn cast a spell and felt an enveloping embrace close around her, making her eyes heavy and pulling her down into an unnatural slumber.
Her last vague thought was a profound worry over what dreams may come in an ensorcelled sleep in this twisted land.
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"Oi! Sleepy! Naptime's over."
"Uhg... what in the frozen sphincter of the chilliest hells?" Naethra muttered as Retaria shook her awake.
Oh, that's right, they were fighting. It... didn't go terribly well for her.
"Shit, shit," Naethra said, scrambling to her feet. The wolf-rider was down. So was the wolf.
((Tentative; if Naethra can still see the Dancer / if she's still range, she takes a shot with Eldritch Blast))
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Naehtra's shot flies true but falls just short.. It seems the dancer is moving at a magically enhanced pace, something that will be actually impossible for the group to keep up with unless they have other magical means to boost their speed.
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Gwyn puts her hand on Neathra's shoulder, "It's ok. We scared her off pretty good. I can't imagine she'd come back. And um...sorry, again, for putting you to sleep. I'll work on being more careful with that one."
She looks around and spots her old clothing. she starts to gather it up so she can cast the spell again, "I'll get the spell going again in a moment. Well few moments." She starts to hum while she picks up the items.
She keeps an eye on the wolf knowing it's going to wake up very shortly. "By the way, the spell don't last too long. So if someone wants to do something about the pooch, that'd be cool."
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"Hey, uh... how long does that sleep spell last, anyway?" Retiaria asked, giving a concerned look to the wolf.
She decided to take care of it. Glancing at the pearl on her trident though, she frowned. It was weird enough making people come when she hit them, but this was an animal. That was just gross. Instead, she drew her dagger and sliced some strips from the goblin's leathers, using them to tie the wolf's legs.
She also quickly searched the goblin for anything useful while doing so.
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Searching the goblin reveals 10 GP worth of various coinage, a shortbow with 19 arrows and a crystal pendant with the image of bow suspended inside.
Pulling the pendant off the goblins neck causes the wolf to fade away vanishing into thin air.
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"Whoa, what the fuck?"
Retiaria stared at the spot the wolf had been in, then looked at her leather strips, then to the pendant she'd just liberated. She then shrugged and tossed the strips aside. "So, uh... anyone want a necklace of wolf summoning?"
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"I don't think it goes with my dress." Gwyn comments, "I'm just happy we didn't have to put down a wolf."
She returns with the unseen barmaid's clothes and her hum turns into a Song of Rest, focusing on how she put a wolf to sleep, but omitting putting her own party mate to sleep.
(Anyone that is rolling hit dice to get get back HP, gets an extra d6)
"I'll start remaking our decoy if everyone wants to chill out for a few moments."
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I awkwardly approach Reteria, attempting to hide my excitement as I hold out my hands. I mumble some form of request for the pendant as I look away, trying to hide my blushing face. I want to ride a wolf so badly, but it's quite embarrassing to get so excited over it. Riding horses was always just a bit uncomfortable and I never got to have a pet, combined with my totally super well hidden affection for animals makes me wiggle with excitement.
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"Uh, what was that?" Retiaria chuckled as she handed the pendant over. It was cute how excited Orin was about this- and how much she was trying to hide that. It was hard not to reach over and give her hair an affectionate ruffle. "Here, have fun!"
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I once more mumble something nearly incoherent, making sure at least the 'thank you' is audible as I put on the pendant and attempt to summon the wolf. After a second I frown, lifting the end of the pendant up to look at it. "I... guess it's not as intuitive as I'd hoped. Maybe we should take a break and figure out how it works?"
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Gwyn snickers a bit watching Oric and Retiaria. "I need a break to make our new decoy anyways."
She focuses for a few moments and after an other 10 minutes, she finishes with kneeling and short chant bringing the unseen servant back to existence.
"Thanks for the help before." She tells her, before dressing her up again.
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"I think... falling asleep may have been the best thing to happen to me today," Naethra said, still a little groggy from her rapid shifts in consciousness. She pursed her lips as the bolt failed to connect... but hells, at least her aim was alright this time. That's improvement, right?
Naethra looked over Oric and her new toy. "I could try taking a look at that, if you'd like." She offered.
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Duran listened to the others before sitting down since they are taking a break here. Rather smiling that over all the fight went really well and they may got a magical item form that pendant judging by how the wolf vanished.Or least it does look pretty nice so there's that. "Aha! Oric, that smite reminds me of the tale of Yazgash vs the Minotaur lord. A deadly creature who could sway a mind into attacking another but of course she easily resisted it's power and fell him in one heroic blow." She explained out to honestly none of them in particular, just glad to realize they are doing so well already. Trying to ignore the extra detail that Yazgash didn't leave the Minotaur moaning in mindless sexual bliss like the hunter.
"So uh, what's the plan from here? Make another fake copy, move on and hope we're far enough away form this stupid dungeon that these pearls on our weapons go away?Though I guess if not, we'll just have to buy new weapons then. I'm not that attached to this mace but I don't think the Temple will want it back."
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"I get the feeling we're stuck with these weapons until we get to a town." Gwyn noted, "I'm all for keeping them. I can think of some fun uses. But having something that actually makes someone bleed could be useful."
"As for the plan, I don't really have a better one. Can anyone teleport, or have any kind of spell to reach out to anyone. Is there a way to get us back to town sooner? I'd like to be able to relax and get back to my life...or some kind of life. Even if I look like a Gwyndolyn."
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"Heh, yeah, I'm sure weapons like these'd go down great in the arena." Retiaria smirked. "Sorry though, no teleports here. Hell, even if I could I wouldn't know where to send us to anyway. How does anyone know where anything is with all this green in the way?"
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The Casting time of the spell goes smoothly, everyone but Gwyn is able to take a short rest while the spell is cast. Whomever attunes the pendant may prepare their ranger spell during this time.
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Gwen gives the clothes invisible form a little slap on the ass to send her ahead, and maintain a 30 foot lead ahead of them.
"I dunno, I'd so watch a gladiator match with those weapons. The match ends with enemies becoming bed fellows. Mmmm," Gwen comments, "Shall we get a move on?"
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As they all rest during the cast preparations the dragonborn pulls out the lemony scones gifted with her rations she bought. Well just one of the five she has and debates what to do. "Hmmn." She looks it over, licking her lips a bit. "Should I... should I not.... I might want to save it." She debates in her head over what to do before finally pulling the rest of the scones out. "But if this can save us some future trouble with potentially tainted treats..." One hand slides over the scones, all five of them, while the other one makes gestures in the air just as she remember reading the spell in a book from the temple. All as she chanted, slowly and carefully as what the dragonborn perceives as divine energy casts itself onto the set of desserts. "Purify Food and Drink." Once her enchantment is complete she lifted up one of them again and gives a deep breath.
"What if this doesn't work? What if it does? Why didn't I test to see if it tainted BEFORE casting the spell." All these thoughts crossed her mind as she took a bite.
[Casts Purify Food and Drink on the Lemony Scones]
[HP: 20/20]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
Purify Food and Drink
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 10 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous
All nonmagical food and drink within a 5-foot-radius sphere centered on a point of your choice within range is purified and rendered free of poison and disease.
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Under the paladins armor the paladin herself starts to gain a bit of weight. She must also make a wisdom save to avoid immediately starting to eat the rest of the supernaturally delicious scones.
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[Wisdom Save 3 + 2 = 5 ]
The armor started to grow tighter, the dragonborn realizing her spell had no effect and yet it was already too late. The scones are soooooo good! She barely noticed herself finishing the first one and can't even think about realizing the spell failed in fact. No, she just needs another and the five in her lap are only guarded by wrappings she is stripping off right now!
[Gaining Weight... Help me...]
[HP: 20/20]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
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I watch as Duran begins reaching for another without saying anything. Carefully, but with notable urgency I grab her hand "I think you've had enough for now. Shouldn't we wait and see if anything happens?" I can't tell if anything's changed, but the way she reached for another seemed far to similar to how the group had reacted to the previous batch.
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Gwen looked over to Duran and Oric, "we should get moving again," she says trying to be encouraging and start walking. "What you snacking on? If you have some baking skills that you made for your rations, we might be able to work together when I claim my bakery."
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The wrap pinging are off and the second one is in the dragonborne's mouth without thought being needed to put it from the paper packet and start eating. It will require properly restraining the dragonborne, simply grabbing her hand doesn't do the job, with her off hand it seems her packet has emptied itself almost by magic as if in the moments between eating the first and falling to their temptation..
[The dragonborne's armor bulges with her new bigger body, Until her armor is refit she'll suffer -1 AC and disadvantage on all dexterity based skills, saves, and attack rolls.]
Duran feels a feeling of warm contentment and pleasure as her body bulks and plumps..
[Duran is now inflicted with the status "Pleasurably Plump" as long as she has this status she suffers a -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity and a -5 foot fitness penalty to movement speed. While Pleasurably Plump she gains the benefits of the Tough feat Gaining twice her level in HP instantly, and two extra HP every level from her body's greater capacity for pleasure.]
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"No!" Duran says in protest when Oric grabs her arm, trying to slip yet another treat into her mouth. She shudder, it felt so good and while her armor suddenly felt so very tight, she couldn't stop. Wont' stop, even with Gwyn's urging to go, she just... needed MORE. "Oooh~! These things are just wonderful! I never had a meal even close to as good as they are!" Her weight expands but her body is somewhat tougher at the same time. Least in the sense she won't be swayed into submission so easily. But she'll love it all the same.
While Oric had a good hand on her, it didn't stop, maybe it's because of the scones itself but already all five were gone. Stuffed down by the dragonborn's greedy maw as she pants a bit, catching her breathe only to whine. "That's... it? There's gotta be more.' She looks around her bag, trying to search with just one hand.
[Outta scones, debuffs however...]
[HP: 20/24]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
[Pleasantly Plump debuff and Refitting Debuff]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to Exercise!
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Gwen watches Duran plump up and continue to eat the snacks. "Oh god, are you ok? Are those from the cavern? Did anyone else keep any? Don't eat them."
She tries to think if there is anything she can do.
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"Ack, damnit!" Retiaria tried to grab the bag of scones, but was too late. By the time she'd reached Duran they were all gone, so there was no point in trying to hold her back. "Well shit, I guess we know for sure what that cursed food does then. I've got those biscuits from the goblin camp in my bag. Figured even if they were... funny... it'd be better than eating air if we ran out of food. And no, you can't have them."
That last sentence was to Duran.
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I sigh as I stand up and pull away from Duran "Well, you reap what you sow I suppose. I can't even begin to imagine why you thought that was a good id-" My eyes slowly work their way over the newly plumped up Duran, and I seem to lose my train of thought as I do. It's only for a moment, but I seem mesmerized by something. "Anyway, we need to get moving. If you really want more your best bet is probably to keep moving forwards to find someone else like Amber. Though hopefully the infatuation with them will die off before then."
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Having consumed all that she had easy access to the hunger subsides into a sense of contented fullness.
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Naethra's attention had been on Gwyn's invisible servant when Duran started eating. She was wondering about that spell. Her own, recently acquired magical prowess had just shown itself to be deeply, perhaps fatally, flawed... but maybe it was enough to learn? Maybe it could give her the foundation to tap magic like the wizards did? She was wondering what she could discern from Gwyn's spell, watching it with her new vision...
(Activates Eldritch Vision, hopefully without abruptly losing it this time)
She was so busy watching the magical construct, trying to discern its construction, how one would go about assembling a spell like that, that she didn't hear the commotion at first. Some foolishness from Duran was to be expected. Only when it escatalted did she turn her gaze back to the rest of the party.
"Oh... wow..."
That... was quite the noticeable change. The paladin was now very plump... Naethra tried to estimate how much weight their most direct warrior had just gained. Hopefully she could still hold a weapon and shield... Well, come to think of it, she was the meat-shield of the group after all... maybe becoming a bit more meaty would be a good thing?
"This is from the food you found? I... can't help but think 'I told you so' would be appropriate here..." she murmured, more worried that triumphant. How much clean food did they have left? She was growing rather thirsty...
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Duran gave off a happy sigh once the meal was over before it dawned on her what happen. When it did she gasps, looking at her suddenly larger figure with a blush. Evne more so for being scolded by the rest of the group. Her hands move to her head, covering her eyes. "Gods damn it I knew it was a bad idea..." She sighed softly, trying to look away for a bit. "I was trying to see if I can remove it's power, but now I know for sure this food is not poison. It's likely magical what causes the change." The paladin sighed again before trying to get up. "Let's just... keep going okay? I can still fight and- ack!"
The armor didn't quite fit her and she realized that the hard why as she plummeted back onto the ground. Her larger ear up in the air as her face is now similar to a red dragonborn's skin then the bronze she is. "D...don't say a word." She mumbles as she works herself back up and marches forward, slowly,carefully. So not to land on her belly once ore.
[HP: 24/24]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to Exercise!
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I don't say a word as my eyes lock on the dragonborn. Even the simplest of people easily able to read lust in my eyes. As she gets back on her feet my eyes follow her up, but stop about half way up. As she begins to walk away I place a hand on her shoulder, my face is bright red and I can feel my heart racing "C-can I... can I please touch your ass? It doesn't have to be a lot... It's just... so lovely..."
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Gwendolyn wanted to say something, and tell them to move forward, but she wasn't any better. Especially after making everyone wait around while snogging Red.
She bit her lip for a moment before saying as politely as she could, "there is a time limit on our decoy"
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"Y...yes," Naethra said, a tad unnerved by the cleric's fascination with Duran's newly enlarged ass. "We're still in hostile territory here, and the last goblin got away to warn the others. Time is of the essence. You can plunder our paladin's cloaca once we're someplace safe... or at least safer." She looked around the area with her magically enhanced vision, worried at what she might find, what might be hidden in the trees.
"We're awfully exposed here... I don't suppose we could try interrogating the one we defeated?" she asked without high hopes, recalling what happened to the last goblins they defeated.
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Looking around with magically enhance vision, there is faint magic from Retaria's ration pack as well as the magical items already identified. None of Duran's remaining food, nor any of the party's water skins have an aura. Naethra does not see any magical aura's from the trees within her range. Gwyn's spell seems to fluctuate between the proper formless force, and an outline of your typical bar wench.. Maybe a bit on the top heavy side, Gwyn may have a type...
Of greater import or concern is the things that you expect to be there and are not there. The goblin is gone. Also.. Your princess is missing. The places where you last saw them show no signs of being disturbed, and no one saw her leave or the moment she vanished.
Looking down the trail the party can see thin plumes of smoke rising out of the trees in the distance.
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Duran just froze when Oric asked that question. She shivered a bit, having never expected that coming form the dwarf. Thoughts raced in her head on what to say, or do. Nobody has ever came onto her that strong before. Not even the kobolds felt so sudden and direct and they rubbed right up against his body. She looks back, flustered, attempting to say something when Gwyn speaks. She sighs softly, it saved her from answering. Though Naethra's words just make her stop to look at the tielfing oddly. Mainly as she doesn't wanna know what a cloaca is and why it would be plundered. "U...uh yes. We should um go." Duran finally told the dwarf before she looked behind the dwarf and notice something off.
"Wait... what happen to the goblin we defeated? Or... wait, where's the princess?" The dragonborn asked, looking about before noticing signs of smoke in the distance as well. An answer to this sudden mystery?
[HP: 24/24]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to Exercise!
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Gwen cursed once she noticed and it was pointed out that the princess was missing. "Where is she? I know she was quiet. I can't be the only one like this."
She then notices the smoke on the horizon. She narrows her eyes focusing on the target. "Fuck it..."
She starts running for the smoke not waiting for anyone, although the servant remains in front of her.
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Retiaria's eyebrow raised when Orin made her request. It always was the religious types who got weird about this sort of thing. Still, it wasn't any of her business so she didn't comment.
"Y...yes, we're still in hostile territory here, and the last goblin got away to warn the others. Time is of the essence. You can plunder our paladin's cloaca once we're someplace safe... or at least safer."
"Yeah, big difference between a quickie in a safe room and messing around while we're out in the open, with hostiles probably coming our way."
"Wait... what happen to the goblin we defeated? Or... wait, where's the princess?"
"Oh shit, she was just with us!"
Retiaria cut off further cussing and ran after Gwen. Better to lose only one person than two...
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"Oh... fucking hells..." Naethra spat, approximating the words as best she could in Sylvan. This... this was bad. Worse than bad. When had she last seen Aerin? She'd been present during the fight, hadn't she? Maybe they could retrace steps, look for evidence, figure this out-
And then Gwyn darted off towards the smoke.
For a second she stood there, stunned. A heartbeat later she followed after Gwyn, just after Red. "She cannot be this stupid," she muttered between steps.
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I shake my head as seemingly everyone in the universe chastises my loss of control. I'd been doing so well... but it's likely best to admit it so that the others can help if it becomes a problem. Blushing bright red I look away from everyone, staring into the trees "I-I'm sorry. I've had this... nagging obsession since dealing with the kobolds. I suspect they did something besides changing my body. When we woke up I had a sort of... knowledge that I didn't have before. I knew that I could... um... derive power from... worshiping or showing affection for peoples asses..." the fact I'd developed a powerful interest in them was likely obvious enough not to bring up.
As the group realizes one of their number is missing my body begins to move on its own, following behind the buxom elf. We need to find our companion, but we also need to avoid falling into any traps as we go... or at least need to be able to heal anyone who does.
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Duran does listen to Oric's words and his side of the story but with the princess gone, the smoke in the air, and Gwyn going off first the dragonborn tried to keep up. Waddling a bit slower then she use to be. "We should talk about this at a better time Oric. We really should." The dragonborn said with a bit of red cheeks as she tried to catch up to Gwyn. Least there's some home of least having a chat of these urges and perhaps a bit more. But for now, Duran's concern about Gwyn and more os, what's causing that strange smoke. She really hopes it's not fire.
[HP: 24/24]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to Exercise!
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The party gets running dashing through the trees towards the smoke in the distance. However.. it seems that they are not alone on the trail as they rush past a vine tipped with a single thorn emerges and jabs itself into Gwyn's back.
(Gwyn takes 4 points of poison damage, and must make a DC 13 Constitution save)
From the trees a green skinned woman emerges.. her arms each sprout two vines, and her thighs rather than going down further into legs simply sprout a tangle of vines that push her along. She stands at ten feet tall and smiles to herself as she faces the party.
(roll of initiative)
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Gwen running at the smoke, feels something sharp stab her in the back. She stops running and reaches back trying to feel the spot, "Bloody fucking hell, invisible barmaid, you had one job! Argh, come on back here."
She leans on the unseen servant while she catches her breath not feeling great. She looks up at the vine woman emerging from the tree. She winces gazing upon her, "uh...are you real, or just more illusion stuff?" She adjusts the barmaid between her and the line woman.
"Uh, so I'm Gwendolyn, and you are....?"
[Con = 4+2=6.....eep!]
[Initiative = 16+2=18]
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Gwyn feels her body stiffening.. taking root.. quite literally as her legs merge into a trunk and her arms become bushy branches bearing fruit. She finds herself unable to speak or move effectively.
(Gwyn is now effectively paralyzed and may take no actions other than a con save at the end of her turns.)
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As the group rush forward, the dragonborn gasps! Too late, to stop Gwyn from taking the blow and starting to slowly turn into some sort of plant or tree. Already rendering her helpless by the looks of things. "Gwyn!" The dragonborn pulls out her mace, eyeing down the green woman who ambushed the party. "Undo what you've done now, or Aircame's wraith will be upon you."
[Initiative roll: 15-2 = 13, 10 -2 = 8 looks like I got me an 8 hurrah!?]
[HP: 24/24]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 10]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to Exercise!
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She smiles looking at the dragonborn, "Oh.. you'll make a lovely shrub won't you... "
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Gwen tries to scream while the poison takes form. But it is of no use as she can feel her toes melding into the ground as roots and her body shifting and spouting as arms are rigid and outreaching branches. She wants to struggle and move, but it's seems to be of no use.
the unseen servant disrobes getting ready for a fit, and gentle folds and sets the clothes down in a neat pile next to Gwen.
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Retiaria skidded to a halt as she saw Gwen get attacked- and turned into a tree?!? "Fucking hell!" she gasped, transferring her trident to her shield hand and readying a net. Her tail twitched nervously.
"Don't worry Gwennie, we'll kick the sap outta this leafy bitch and then we'll sort you right out! Everything's gonna be fine!"
Her confidence was entirely faked. In reality, she was terrified her new friend might have suffered a permanent fate- and that the rest of the party might soon join her. Even if they could defeat the plant woman, how could they possibly change Gwen back?
[Deception 13+1 = 14 just in case anyone wants to realise she's faking it to make Gwen feel better.]
[initiative 17+2 = 19]
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How could she do this? Was she really that ferociously stupid? She seemed so much more sensible after she became a woman. And cuter. With a kind smile and those sultry eyes and those soft inviting curves...
Okay, maybe she didn't get any smarter, but Gwyn was still much more likeable now. It'd be terrible if she fell into another trap and wound up dead. Or a lemon-scented sludge. Or whatever the hell this place would do.
Naethra was panting when she arrived at the clearing, and in an instant beheld the plant-woman, the shocked Duran, posed Red, and mostly-tree Gwyn.
(Initiative: 1... spoot.)
Naethra didn't stop in time and tripped over Gwyn's new roots, landing face first on the ground.
"Fuck stockings," she muttered in Sylvan as she slowly pushed herself up, aware that a fight was about to start.
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I let out another low growl as I see Gwyn beginning to change. A Dryad. She's definitely not a normal dryad but hopefully she's close enough. Guardian of the forest and monumental assholes, they don't tend to be willing to back down or negotiate, but they're usually very emotional, easy to throw off balance with threats and compliments. At the moment I'm not feeling very complimentary, and plenty threatening "Listen up Dryad. If you don't want me to burn down this whole forest you're going to return our companion to us. You must have seen my golden fire not that long ago. Stand down and I'll make an offering of goodberries, fight and watch everything you care about reduce to ash."
Looking at Gwyn I can tell it's not magic at work, but a poison. I don't know any spells that can cleanse poison but hopefully one of the others does. For now we need to deal with the dryad.
[initiative = 12-1= 11]
[Arcana/Nature roll, whichever is appropriate = 18+0=18]
[Intimidate = 19+1=20]
[I now have 2 dramatic speech points. They do nothing, but I'm giving them to myself anyway.]
(If I'm not allowed those rolls let me know and I'll edit)
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As Naethra falls down the plant woman laughs and plucks one of Gwyn's fruits causing her to lose a little bit of life force. "You will all be part of my garden!" It seems she doesn't rattle.. or perhaps is mad..
The group is all within one move of the plant woman, with the exception of the slower, encumbered Duran who will need to dash if she wishes to get near the plant in a single turn.
[Gwyn loses one HP]
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"You get your fucking hands off her, bitch!" Retiaria snarled, hurling her net at the plant woman. Hopefully that should tangle her up and stop her picking on Gwen.
[Net throw: hit 13+4= 17]
She moved her trident back to her main hand and raised it ready to strike.
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I mentally tell the unseen servant to protect Neathra. Making it go and hug her and giving her complete cover, and to move with her as she stands. She can feel the buxom invisible form press her breasts against her.
[Con Save 12+2=14]
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Gwyn's body manages to fight off the effects of the woman's venom and returns to it's original fleshy state.
Only for the Plant woman to grab her bodily and as her ass is squeezed kiss her deeply till spots float in front of her eyes and a haze of arousal floats through her body. (she takes seven points of damage)
Almost as an afterthought the vine needle snaps out and jabs into Neathra pumping more of the plants venom into her body. (Naethra takes four poison damage and needs to make a constitution based save) the unseen servant does its best, but being incorporeal and formless doesn't do much as a layer of body armor.
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Gwen feels that she has fingers again and is able to move her arms and legs. "How dare you! I'm trying to save my friend, and you try to turn me into a tree! If you ripped or damaged my dress you are in big trou-" She shouts before being grabbed and kisses. Gwen quickly silences lost in a field of spots and blissed out in the lovely embrace of her kiss. She seems dazed and doesn't even manage to react to neathra getting poisoned.
"Mmmmmmmmthanks." She slurs.
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As Naethra tried to push herself up she felt the force of Gwyn's spectral servant fall upon her... well, that wasn't quite right. It wrapped around her, holding her in an embrace that would have been... well, welcome under other circumstances.
Belatedly, she realized Gwyn was trying to give her cover. It... didn't work. She felt the sharp spike of what should have been plain quickly turn into a nasueating, euphoric arousal radiating from her ass, where one of the dryad-creature's needle had pierced through her breeches...
(Con Save: 8 + 2 = 10)
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Naethra feels her body stiffen as she starts to produce fruits and becomes rooted to the spot on the ground. The poison having taken her body and transformed it into a more plant than person
Unlike the foreign feelings of invoke pleasures, she feels a comfort.. and an embrace warm and welcoming from nature's earth. Her focus hangs in one of her branches glimmering slightly.
[She is paralyzed and cannot act or speak. She may make a new con sabe at the end of her turn if she wishes to fight off the poison.]
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I'm relieved to see Gwyn revert, only to see Naethra rapidly suffering a similar fate. Moving up to block her from reaching my allies a thought occurs to me "Lets see how you do against some tried and true Dwarven resilience!" I grab hold of her, using the net to assist and smash my forehead into hers. As I draw back I direct my energy into my voice "Gwyn, stay strong!"
[Healing word, d4+3+3 = 2+3+3 = 8 health.]
[unarmed attack: d20+1 = 16+1 = 17]
[unarmed attack damage: d4+1 = 2+1 = 3]
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Caught in a hard situation, Naethra is down on the ground and changing into the next bush while Gwyn manage to resist her form but is now stuck up close to the dryad who is having fun weakening her will to fight. It was a tough decision to help whom out but when Oric goes in for a bold headbutt into the plant girl to heal Gwyn, the dragonborn nod to it as if a cue, running back to Naethra.
"Okay I am fairly certain she's poisoned you. More certain then with the scones... oh geeze I hope I'm right." she says to the half plant half tiefling, bending over her form to plant a hand onto her. Just accidentally aiming for Naethra's rear. No time to care though! As she has to do this quick with her own butt exposed in the air. "LAY ON HANDS!" she called forth divine energy to put a stop to the venom or least halt is's process.
[Lay On Hands: At the cost of 5 points, cure a disease or neutralize a poison. Additional 5 points can be spent to cure multiple diseases/poisons at once]
[HP: 24/24]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 5]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to Exercise!
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As the dragonborn lays her plump hands on naethra's rear the divine energy heals her and restored her body to flesh.
Looking down at that sexy Tiefling Duran finds herself mesmerized and thinking of nothing but serving her and bringing her pleasure..
[Duran is now charmed by naethra]
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Being a tree was... oddly comforting. Not the alarming, terrifying, unnatural arousal of her previous wounds. The embrace of the earth beneath her feet, no, her roots... it felt good. The warmth on her leaves, the heaviness of her hanging fruits...
It felt so right. A respite from the fear and worry that had plagued her ever since stepping foot in this blighted realm.
Only when Duran reached her and placed her hand, and she felt the magic again did she realize how wrong this was. That old fear, that terror that had seen her through the Wilds, kindled within her and she grabbed at it, following it back as her body changed, her legs parting, her roots retracting into her old feet, her branches withering away as she clutched her focus with her reshaped hand.
Stumbling with her newly regained balance she lifted her free hand towards the dryad and spat in Sylvan, "Blasphemous pretender, adorned in false mantle. Wither and rot and fade to dust."
It was an old dialect, and more than mere words.
(Naethra casts Hex against the dryad, hexing Charisma)
Still wobbling a bit, she lifts her focus and throws the familiar energy, the fear and wrath and power within her, into a lance of fey magic.
(Naethra casts Eldritch Blast: 18 + 2 + 3 = 23, Damage: (2) + 5 force damage + 3 (necrotic damage) = 10
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Retiaria grinned as Gwen managed to throw off the poison, before wincing as she saw Naethra get treed. Thankfully, Duran was there to pull her out of it, and the mage was soon back in the fight- and sounding pissed off! "Yeah! No idea what she just said, but you can damn well choke on those words!" Retiaria spat, before combat rolling over to the tree woman and thrusting at her with her trident.
[Hit: (18/19) 19+4=23
Damage: 2+4= 6]
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"Thank you for the help," Gwen thanks Oric as she felt her will and focus return to her. She narrowed her focus on the monster ahead of them.
She had luck with her sword before, she would try again.
(Rapier: 18+4=22. || Damage: 7+2=9)
"I'm gonna prune you."
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She takes several hits but seems undaunted.. With a roar of frustration she tears away the net leaving it tattered. One of the vines shoots out and presses directly into the dwarfs belly button pumping venom into her!
(critical hit! 6 damage and a con based save against poison)
She then smiles and eats the fruit she stole from Gwyn granting herself a healthy glow.
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I cringe as the vine pierces my belly, but stand firm, confident in my bodies divine gifts "Hah! Is that all you've got?" I realize that I've resisted the poison and it lights a fire in my eyes. Something about my dwarven pride fills me with vigor as I decide this is a fight between her corrupt poison and my resistance, a blessing from the gods to all dwarves. I'll prove that the power of the gods is far greater then whoever rules this place, with my own body if I have to. with a grin I slide my arms down around her, pinning her (seemingly pointless) arms to her body and grip my wrists, squeezing her around the waste. Focusing on the space within the ring of my arms I call down my holy fire. The flames dance around her form, parading through her vision as they just barely singe her. As the fire clears away I look her in the eyes "Last chance. Submit and we can work something out. Resist and be burned to ash. I won't hold back again."
[save vs poison: 2/14+3= 17 save]
[Poison resistance 6/2= 3 damage]
[sacred flame d8= 1 damage]
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Duran felt a bit strange. A sudden overwhelming glad feeling to be helping this Tiefling out of everyone. To the point, her hand hadn't even left Naethra's body, roaming a bit against the tielfing's legs as she leaned forward to give her a reassuring kiss. "You should be fine now." As Naethra did stand up to prepare her spell, she'll find her healer not moving away, lost in her beauty. "Oh Naethra, I'm so glad you are okay..." The dragonborn said, with an oddly lovely dovey tone as she kept her hand roaming for now. Admiring the beauty in Naethra's body, her face, and even her voice as she cursed the dryad. All of it, was just.. so.. perfect. Duran's heart fluttered as she longed to please Naethra. To the point she isn't even looking over at the rest of the fighting at the moment. Hopefully a short distraction.
[Duran be Charmed by Naethra if you couldn't tell]
(Edit: Really should of pointed this out but this isn't taking my turn yet.)
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A hit!
That happened rarely enough that Naethra was unreasonably proud of it.
So much so, she only belatedly realized that the paladin hadn't actually taken her hand off of her. Duran was still feeling her, her touch moving, lingering... (how much of her armor and clothing survived her stint as a tree? She was afraid to look down and check just now). Her healing magic needed touch to work, but this...
Slowly, Naethra turned her her head.
"Oh Naethra, I'm so glad you are okay..."
Duran was looking at her oddly. It was more than a little distressing. "Um..." she managed, acutely aware that she occupied Duran's entire attention, and that the dragonborn paladin was at least three times her size right now. "Maybe... you should focus on the fight, first? Before the plant-woman kills us?" Or turns her back into a tree... a thought that didn't seem as alarming as it should have been. Best not to mention that aloud.
She began blushing under Duran's affection, deeply focused attention.
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Duran heard Naethra's wonderful suggestion. Yeah that Dryad certainly spoiling the moment. "Yes Ma'am." Duran told her before standing up, moving a bit away from the tiefling to look for just the right angle for what she's after. Right away form her team and more importantly to make sure she doesn't get Oric in the attack. "You made me do this by hurting Naethra... and also Gwyn and Oric. But I doubt despite Oric's words you are gonna listen to reason like the rest." She takes a deep breath and hesitates for a moment, only able to afford it since Oric is holding onto the Dryad. Almost as if she really doesn't want to have to use her fire breath.
But soon as the flames swell up and into her mouth she gives one final gasp then pushes her head forward, firing out a line of dragonic flames out towards the dryad. Or least deadly flame is what she wants to see, but even Duran knows better as to what it has become.
[Fiery Dragon Breath - 5 by 30 ft line. DC save 12 or better! Failed Save: 2d6 Succesful save: Half damage ]
[Damage roll: 6 + 4 = 10 fire damage!]
[HP: 24/24]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 5]
[Charmed by Naethra, All Fire'd out]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to Exercise!
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Duran takes a deep breath and it's almost like she feels lips kissing her own as she summons the fire in er belly. As she breaths deeper her armor gets even tighter as her breasts expand another cupsize in the mail straining it further. The flames pour fourth starting a hot angry orange but lighten as she breaths out turning pink as she exhales into the plant creature.. The creature rocks back from the flames but seems to stand strong against them mostly.
She inhales after the fire attack.. Looking on here the others can see shimmers at her teeth.. and pink spreading from her lips.. dark there nearly red.. then down her body.. her belly light nearly white.. her main body a rich pink now that strains against her armor.
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Naethra couldn't help but stare at Duran for a second. What the hells just happened? Did... did her boobs just grow? And yes, she was definitely pink now.
More distressing, at least for the moment, the plant-woman was still standing. Just how much abuse could this thing take?
The hex was still clinging to her. She could see its magic weaving and enshrouding her green body, a magical vulnerability only she could exploit. She pushed her worry over Duran out of her mind and readied another blast.
(Casting Eldritch Blast: 10 + 5 = 15, Damage 4 + 3 (force) + 1 (necrotic from Hex) =8)
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"Yikes!"
Retiaria jumped back as the tree woman was engulfed in strange pink flames. She glanced over to see they had come from Duran, who was now looking a lot pinker herself- and a fair bit bustier too. If her breasts were that visible even under chainmail, they had to be huge indeed!
She had to fight back a laugh at the poor paladin's new look, and was certainly still grinning as she thrust her trident at the dryad again, for another solid hit.
[Hit: (10)+ 4 = 14
Damage: 3+4= 7]
Shame about the ruined net, but hey- they weren't exactly meant to last.
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Duran pants a bit after drawing out her breathe. "Ha.. th.. that... should teach you.' As she gets her air back she blinks, feeling her chest straining and pushing against her armor. The breath attack shouldn't of winded her that much.
Looking down she gasped, staring at her pinker skin though what bit shows in her armor and signs of a whiter belly? she'll have to look after this fight. "Di... did it really just turn me pink? What kind of stupid joke is this!? I'm not even a red scaled dragon!" The dragonborn said, clearly not amused by this sudden turn of events. "I swear when I get my hands on who's doing this, I'm kicking her butt!"
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Gwen watches Duran as she changes even more during the fight. "Uh...those biscuits really ducked you up, huh? It's a cute look, though."
Looking at the vine woman she felt a little bad about all of them ganging up on her. But she did turn her into a tree! Gwen takes her rapier and prepares an action to strike incase she continues to get hostile.
"Look, I just want to know what you did with our princess friend. Tell me before we shread you to leafy greans."
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She hisses at the lot of you stepping back as she throws the dwarf from her tearing the tentacle from her belly.." You'll see leafy greens.." Her eyes seem mad focusing for a moment then unfocusing Even after taking so many hits she's not showing signs of either damage or arousal.. yet you can tell she's being pushed to some sort of edge..
"You'll all be mine...We'll all be happy in the garden... I need to fill the garden... Needs....."
She stands back rater than griping simply thrusts with vines from both arms Jabbing into the paladin and the warlock!
{each takes four points of poison damage and must make con saves to resist the poison}
Gwyn's readied action triggers!
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"You couldn't even turn me into a tree. Give up or spill clorofill."
Gwen stabs with her rapier, [ crit 1 ]
Gwen' s confidence is less confident.
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"Bugger," Naethra muttered as the vine snapped at her.
(Frig... 2 + 2 = 4)
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One more Naethra's body shifts and turns plant like.. her skin turning to a green color her legs sinking into the earth.. the feelings of contentment and rightness with the world emerge again as her body grows heavy with fruits.
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I stand up as she stabs my allies. Both of them quickly finding themselves rooted in place and my frustration grows as they do. Ignoring me would be her last mistake. Drawing my hammer with both hands I twist around and jump in the air to fill the blow with momentum, smashing it into the dryads face and dragging her down with me as I fall. Landing on one knee her head is pinned between my hammer and the hard ground. With a scowl I look down at her "I hate you, but at the least I'll be kind enough to plant you in your garden. Be grateful I'm far kinder than you."
[17+1=18 to hit, d8+1= 4+1=5 damage]
[Alice told me this was enough to finish it off, which is why my text is much more dramatic than 5 damage would warrant. Also, I assumed Ryu failed the save because it doesn't really matter.]
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The Hammer brings her down her body convulses and the vines scurry away from her like snakes into the brush.."I... was only... help..ing..." her body dissolves into motes of green light leaving behind a single red apple with a cloth bracelet wrapped around it. It is black and has lace frills around both edges..there is a stylized purple dragon head stitched into it.
Those who are effected by the creatures poison must save to throw it off.
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"If you really wanted to help, you would have been willing to talk." Seeing the dryad fade away I'm relieved, but immediately feel my stomach knot as I see what's left behind. The bracelet is definitely in reference to Violet. Had I just killed a fellow follower? I look away with a frown "If possible, could the two of you relax for a short while? Just enjoy the change for a minute. I know it might feel weird, but collecting some of your berries might be helpful."
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Again Naethra felt the dryad-thing's magic wash over her. Again she felt the comforting embrace of the earth as her feet split apart and dove into the soil. She felt the warm caress of the sun as her arms swept upward, growing and splitting into a canopy of leaves, weighed down with orbs of fruit...
And then the dryad was defeated, crumbling into motes and dfriting away. The threat was gone, and Naethra felt comfortable. Safe.
Surely, one of he rallies would cure this. Duran would be eager to. And Oric just said something about staying like this for a few minutes. She could use the warmth, the sun...
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[DC Save: 3 + 2 = seriously? ]
The vines lashed out quickly before the dragonborn could react. Poking her and giving her a taste of that venom. The change felt sudden, odd, and yet strangely comforting in a way. Almost as if basking in the sun all day would be the best use of her time now that she's made part of nature. And yet, even then a nagging feeling did ring in the back of her mind. As simple, as strangely soothing as taking root and swaying in the air was, a part of her wasn't so eager to completely slip.
Still, whether or not she could hear Oric, it seems Duran wasn't so keen on sticking around like this. Or maybe she is?
[Second attempt: 11 + 2 = 13. If this can't be done yet, this is for next chance I get to save for it]
[HP: 20/24]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Lay on Hands: 5]
[Charmed by Naethra, Fireless, Bushwhacked]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to gen to love my awsome new pudgy pinkness!
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"I could use a break." Gwen slumps down next to the Neathra tree, "Sorry, I couldn't help you and Duran more."
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Retiaria let out a low whistle as she watched Orin pound the plant woman into the ground. "Damn, girl. Remind me not to piss you off..."
First the wolfrider goblin, now this, and Retiaria was developing a fair bit of respect for the dwarven cleric.
That didn't stop her from making a rather shocked 'are you fucking kidding me?' face when she suggested their friends stay as plants though.
"If possible, could the two of you relax for a short while? Just enjoy the change for a minute. I know it might feel weird, but collecting some of your berries might be helpful."
"Yeah, it certainly sounds weird too! Are you frigging serious? What the hell? We can't just leave them like this, and I definitely am not comfortable using their berries as extra rations!"
She headed over to Naethra and shook a branch-arm, urging her "Come on, snap out of it! You can beat this!"
Alas, that was all she could do to help.
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Under the force of the Venom Duran Shifts into a a nice wide strawberry bush.. With lots of plump berries...
Then is able to throw off the effects almost immediately shifting back into the dragonborn, her uncomfortable armor now almost seeming welded on.
Naethra however remains relaxed.. Calm.. Heavy with fruit, but light from cares. Green creeps from her roots and branches into her body flowing slowly up her pale pale skin turning it darker as it goes.
(Duran is no longer charmed)
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I shrug at Retiaria as she scolds me "We already know we can cleanse it, and we can't trust the food around here. The berries belong either to our companion or the dryad, and she's quite taken care of. That means no corrupting contracts. These could be one of a very small number of safe food items we find." As I speak I see Duran turn back, a bit disappointed I won't be getting to try those bright red berries. But Naethra seems to be staying in place for a moment so I quickly begin collecting as many berries as I can, carefully watching her to make sure it's not having an adverse effect "If this feels unpleasant or you want me to stop try and signal us somehow, perhaps shaking anything you can still move." Without looking away I speak to Duran "If you can cleanse the poison again please watch carefully and heal her if she seems to be going to far."
It's such a shame. If the dryad hadn't been mad perhaps they could have worked together. So many interesting questions regarding those turned into plants...
(If Oric gets a half dozen or so berries he stops)
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Each fruit plucked feels tender and juicy. The smells are sweet and you soon half half a dozen fruit with Naethra responding not at all.
Neathra feels her energy wane with every fruit plucked, but it's the drain of doing good work.. Those fruits are gone, but you can make more.. You can bring the earths blessings to all of your companions..
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"Yeah, I wouldn't be too sure about that." Retiaria replied. "Just as likely to turn you into a tree as well, far as I can see. But whatever."
She sat down next to Gwen. After a short pause, she asked her "So, how did it feel getting your fruit picked, anyway?"
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Naethra... felt at peace. There was a stinging sensation with each fruit picked, but it was oddly pleasurable. Losing them was exhausting, but fulfilling at the same time. It felt good, in more than just the mad lustful way her other wounds had.
Other wounds... belatedly, she realized she was still suffereing the effects of the dryad's poison. Or was it a dryad? Somehow, Naethra doubted it was a true fae. It just... felt like a facsimile. Probably someone warped by this place. Just what was she doing to her?
Being a tree felt nice. It was peaceful and solid and reassuring. She knew her comrades would eat well of her fruit, even if it cost her to lose them. She could grow more. All she'd need was sun and time and water and...
No, no, this wasn't right. She should break out of this. Or try to, at any rate. Shouldn't she? But... what if she was wrong, and that was an actual dryad? What if they'd struck down one of the fae, and she was trying to shrug off its gift? She'd... dared to hope she might be blessed them. Elevated...
No, she wasn't a tree. She was a tiefling, temporarily transformed. Duran would probably free her, any second now. Best to just wait it out. This fight had been so tiring.
And, at least, Gwyn wasn't likely to go running off face-first into doom and danger if her team-mate was rooted to the ground. At any rate, it could buy the party a few minutes to think. While she rested, of course, soft loam beneath her roots...
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With the berries collected I turn my attention to helping her throw off the poison "That's enough Naethra, thank you for your patience. It's time to fight back now." As I speak with her I wrap my arms around her waste and give her a hug, my face pressed against her chest due to the height difference. Once I realize the positioning of my hands it takes a distinct effort to resist letting my hands wander just a bit further down.
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The Dwarf's face in Naethra's bosom doesn't feel like an invasion, rather it feels.. pleasant. She's given fruit, now she gives comfort as well. The Tree adventurers bosom swells with pride... And also just swells growing slowly under Oric's head becoming an even more inviting place to rest and relax..
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The dwarf cleric felt nice against, soft and warm and small, taking comfort beneath her eaves.
Naethra felt so comfortable... almost like she was warm in bed between nice, dry covers and a freshly fluffed mattress, just begging for a couple more minutes of sleep.
She tried to muster the will to break free... well... not really. She made a half-hearted effort and then just relaxed. Duran would be up and about in a bit. She'd cleanse the curse. And until then Gwyn couldn't do anything too silly. And she deserved a rest, didn't she? The day had been nothing but evil goblins, plant-monsters, and invisible women... It felt good to just be grounded for a few minutes.
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As she drifted on the edge of rest, a thought resonated. Invisible women. The one who sold trinkets to the party, and the one that had severed her magic. She'd reconnected that link in exchange for a boast, a promise. To keep fighting.
It was exactly like forcing herself out of a comfy bed way too damned early on a dreary morning, but she could do it when she had to. And now, she suspected, she had to.
(Con save; 14 + 2)
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Naethra steels her resolve.. the body is willing and able...
(gm rolled will save: 1)
But its so easy to sink back into comfort.. to Embrace this.. She feels a kiss on her cheek.. an Embrace from behind. "You are lovely, but Sloth is also a sin.. and it's too early yet.. But.. I will take something from you.. and leave you with a gift in it's place.."
Naethra starts to return her body reforming.. but.. the green doesn't fade.. Her horns crack and fall off landing on the ground as little more than dry bark.. her tail sucks up into her body even as it settles green.. her bosom.. her hips.. her rear.. all more pronounced.. Her hands no long have those pseudo claws.. in fact they no longer have any nails of any kind simply being smooth green surfaces.. but. they don't feel differnt..
Then the surge of arousal hits.. the need to be touched..to touch others.. and the dwarf is right there.. pressed against her.. She even was begging to touch the dragonborns rear before.....
{Naethra is now a plant kin - write up later
Naethra is now under the effects of Sin's Palace}
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This... was different. But, gods and fae, it felt so good...
As she returned to animate form, she was aware of some changes. Her body felt different. Her breasts more full, weighing upon her delightfully. An odd tingling from her tail. And, with a gasp, she saw her quartet of horns land on the ground by Orin's feet.
Before she could properly process that the arousal struck her. Orin was already in front of her, her hands on Naethra's hips. What was he saying about asses just a little while ago? She pushed herself into the embrace, wrapping her arms around the dwarf woman, sparing just an instant to push her hands down over the taut roundness of her burgeoning bottom.
Height was an issue. She pushed her newly buregeoning bosom against Orin's head, straining joyfully against her now too-tight armor. But the dwarf loved asses, didn't she? Naethra lifted her leg up, vaulting it over the cleric and tearing down her too-tight leggings, freeing her round green ass and pushing it into Auric's face, grinding against her, hoping she would get the message and tend to her yearning womanhood.
Meanwhile, her hands traced over her, her mind struggled with the sensations. What was different? What had just happened? What... what had this cost her? Why was she so needy right now? None of those questions mattered quite so much as the demands of her new, green flesh...
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I could feel her changing, but kept my had down and held her tight. Afraid of what I might see, and enjoying the feeling of my face pressed into her breasts I only realize what's happened when Naethra turns around and presents her wondrous ass. My bewilderment is cut short however as the ass is pressed into my face and my mind goes blank, slowly refilling with only one thing in mind: worshiping this lovely ass. Holding her rear I press in against it, then slowly lower myself as I'm drawn to the sweet smell of her dripping sex. Carefully I begin to lick at it as I fondle and squeeze, lost to the world as my attention is completely consumed.
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"Holy shit, Naethra, you- your horns!" Retiaria exclaimed, scrambling to her feet. Though... it seemed neither Naethra nor Orin were all too concerned, instead focusing more on sex. Retiaria wasn't sure what to do- on the one hand, it would be a dick move to break them up, especially after the others let her and Gwen go off for some fun earlier, but on the other, this was weird and them not caring was weirder.
Not sure what to do, she turned to Gwen and Duran. "Uh... should we stop them, or just let 'em get to it?"
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"Yes, yes!" Naethra cried, grinding her green pussy against Orin's lips and tongue. Finesse wasn't important just now, she just needed to feel! She had her leather chest-piece tugged off, her right hand exploring her new breasts, caressing her engorged nipple. She made sure her crystal focus was still there, close to her, its coolness rubbing against her yielding expansions as her left hand feels her new body. She wanted to wrap Orin in her tail, to anchor her as she drank the nectar from her lovely flower, only to find those muscles didn't respond to her commands, like they didn't exist.
"Holy shit, Naethra, you- your horns!"
When she heard that, she ran one hand over head, feeling where the horns had been. She saw their shapes cast in bark discarded on the ground, but feeling up there, feeling there absence...
She laughed, even as Orin brought her to climax.
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Gwen didn't have much to say watching the changes happening to Neathra. She didn't want to interrupt, because this setting made us all a bit sex crazed. Or at least slightly more sex crazed than normal.
"I hope shes ok." Gwen comments so concerned leaning gently against Reteria. "Maybe you can keep your horns."
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Duran gave a gasp as she turned back and landed onto the ground. Her head was spinning, her thoughts racing as she just felt the strange foreign love for Naethra slip away from her head. Having shaken it off she rose up and pointed to Naethra. "Hey! Why the heck did you use some magic to charm me and.... ack!" The dragonborn gasps, having been a bit distracted, she only now notices the plant woman groping and fondling Oric, watching as the two pleasure each other in front of the group and leaving the dragonborn's cheeks a tad pinker. "Oh no, she's still poisoned!" The dragonborn rush over, trying to find a good spot to put her hand on Naethra, hesitating a bit until placing herh and on the girl's back.
"LAY ON HANDS!" She said confident the divine energy of Aircame will cleanse this 'venom' away. "Now, back on subject. What on earth did you do to me earlier? Why was I having weird thoughts about you the moment I freed you?"
[Lay On Hands - 5 HP to 'cure' the poison. Yeah I totally know this isn't gonna do a thing.]
[HP: 20/24] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[Fireless]
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Gwen put her hands on Duran and pulled her back, "I think she's a bit...um, focused. It's the first time she was changed, and I think this might be part of the process- ooh, your scales feel very nice. Sorry, back on topic, I'm sure she'll answer when she can think straight."
"How are you feeling? I really like the pink."
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After Duran's healing attempt, she was pulled away by Gwyn only to start to blink. "Wait.. you think she's meant to be in that form now?" She asked but was suddnely assaulted with other questions which work to keep her eyes on the bard and not the plant lady who may or may not of betrayed her. "Well um.. I don't really like the pink, liked my more brownish tone but it's not the worse. As for how I'm feeling. Fine I think right now? But my chest is hurting a bit. I think something made the armor even tighter..."
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"Well, I didn't walk into this place as a buxom elf. This place is changing all of us. There are going to be things we can't change back, at least not right away." Gwen didn't intend to but leans into flirting a bit, "The pink suits you. Brings out your eyes, and makes you unique. We can get you out of that armor if it makes you feel better. "
Her fingers problem for a place to unlatch the armor.
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I squeeze her ass and hold her firmly against me as she cums, letting her sugary juices fill my mouth. With a contented moan I fall back to the ground. Why had I ever resisted? It felt so good... asses were so wonderful, and dryads tasted amazing.
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"Yeah but this whole changing us against our will thing... we don't get a chance and bam.. suddenly different.' The draognborn wanted to protest only to suddenly blink and blush as Gwen moves up closer to her. Teasing her with compliments then suggesting to remove the armor. She does find one of the latches but Duran moves a hand over to grab onto Gwen's. "Um.. I can manage.. besides with no protection I'm uh nothing against these creatures." she advice, blushing quite a bit from the compliments. "But.. but thank you."
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"I'm sure we can find someone when we get to a city that can find away to return us to ourselves. But I don't know why you would want to, cutie." Gwen comments. "You can relax for a moment. We'll take a rest. I could really use one, personally. I don't want to be a step behind when we find who took Aerin."
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"Oh gods!" Naethra cried as she came. Briefly, she fixed the concept of a storm in her mind as the pleasure coursed through her.
She hadn't had a proper fuck in ages, and this felt just incredible. So much better than at the Gilded Chalice. Indeed, the euphoric warmth of her orgasm still filled her, teasing through her, an invigorating sense of happiness and sheer pleasure that was almost intoxicating.
Maybe that's why she didn't immediately fly into a panic as she took a step forward, away from Orin, wobbling on her legs. Her ass felt different, the mass moving with her step, a different roll to her hips. She brought her hands down and confirmed with her touch that her hips were indeed wider than they were. And yes, her ass was rounder. She'd already realized her breasts were much larger than the modest pair she had as a tiefling...
As a tiefling... she wasn't one anymore, was she? Her horns were crumbled branches, her black-lawed nails were gone, and her tail was vanished... her balance felt so strange without that last one, but it hardly mattered. She felt... free.
Of course, one problem gone, another suite came in its place. Now she was green. Much curvier... in fact, she rather doubted she'd be able to fit her leather armor over her new curves. That... could be problematic. Then again, it's not like the armor had done her much good so far.
But she wasn't a teifling anymore. She didn't know what she'd become. She felt green. And... very different. Deep down. Like her body was fundaementally different from the one she'd grown up with. She suspected these changes weren't skin deep. No... the magic here could run all the way to the core. They'd seen that with Aerin. She'd... well, she'd doubtless have plenty to worry about once this delighted feeling faded. After all, this wasn't a problem that would go away on its own.
Whatever lingering hope she might have had that this was just an affect of poision vanished when Duran tried to cure her, again.
"Oh... oh hells," she said, more perplexed than angery. "What... what just happened? What... am I?" She lifted her green hands before her eyes. Did she really not have nails of any sort now? What are you talking about?" she asked Duran, her mind trying to catch up with the words she heard while being tongue-fucked by Orin. "I didn't cast a spell on you. I couldn't have. I was a tree for almost all of that fight. And... am I still a tree? This feels so different..."
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"I hope shes ok. Maybe you can keep your horns."
"Yeah, I hope so... they're one of my best features!" Retiaria replied with a cocky grin., She was worried about Naethra too, but there was nothing she could do for her. In that case, might as well act cool.
She politely looked away and gathered up her damaged net while waiting for Naethra and Orin to finish having their fun. Eventually, after a pair of rather noisy orgasms, she heard
"What... what just happened? What... am I? I didn't cast a spell on you. I couldn't have. I was a tree for almost all of that fight. And... am I still a tree? This feels so different..."
"Well, you're a lot less tree than you were. But you're still green, so... I dunno." Retiaria walked over to Naethra and gave her a hug. "Whatever though, I'm sorry for what's happened to you. It must hurt, losing a part of who you are like this."
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"What... what just happened? What... am I?"
Gwen gave a smile looking Neathra over and simply answered, "Sexy."
Letting a beat pass, Gwen added, "Are you feeling ok overall?"
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Panting I slowly sit up, my eyes wandering around my surroundings as my senses return. My mouth is filled with a delicious sweetness that causes me to lick my lips. Memories of the hedonistic life I once lead begin creeping back into my mind, a desire to return to those days welling up in my chest as I observe all the beautiful woman around me. But as I look around something catches my eye: the symbol of violet. My stomach twists with a sense of guilt and I push back the desire to indulge. Plucking it and the apple off the ground I hug them to my chest. When I joined the temple I gave up on ever returning to that life. I want to ask for permission to take it, but am still out of breath. Instead I stay sitting with it pressed to my chest, panting slightly as I do.
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"Well, you're a lot less tree than you were. But you're still green, so... I dunno. Whatever though, I'm sorry for what's happened to you. It must hurt, losing a part of who you are like this."
Naethra was still trying to wrap her mind around that information when Red hugged her. Even this platonic action was arousing... possibly because Naethra's tits were still hanging out, her leather chest piece on the ground beside her, and her leather leggings pulled down around her ankles and calves.
"Oh..." she said. "Well... I don't know... I mean, I'm a freak..." she raised her hand again, still marveling at her new verdant coloring. Her voice was rather calm. "But I've always been a freak. At least this is a screw-up of my own making, and not some idiot fornicating with ruinous powers centuries ago. I... must say, I rather like that. I may have exchanged one taint for another, but..." she smiled, dark green lips curving bashfully, "it feels liberating not to have that stigma weighing on me. I'm not a demon-girl anymore..."
"Sexy."
"Are you feeling ok overall?"
"Oh... Ah..." she felt herself blushing, but even that felt different. Did she still have blood that could color her cheeks rose? If she opened a vein, what would come out? Did she even still have veins?
With the lovely elf girl expressing her opinion on her new body, Naethra become accutely aware that she was practically naked.
"I... uh... feel different, but right now, I'd really like some clothes." She tried tugging up her leggings but gave up when they got stuck around her thighs. Her gear was uniform made, sized for the more petite members of the party. There was no way she'd be able to fit hard leather around her new ass. She doubted she'd have any better luck with her top... although the clothes underneath may be salvageable.
As she tugged her armor off she became accutely aware of the wetness between her legs. She let a finger slide there, not to pleasure herself (although the touch did feel good), but to examine. She didn't detect any hair there, and the wetness that clung to her fingertips... she sniffed it, only to find it was actually sweet. Did... did she actually cum nectar?
"I... uh... don't suppose any of you have needle and thread?" she asked bashfully as she stepped out her leather leggings, holding them up to cover her gleaming green womanhood.
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"Oh... Well... I don't know... I mean, I'm a freak... But I've always been a freak."
Retiaria sighed, smiled and opened her mouth to tell Naethra she was never a freak, but the ex-tiefling continued on before she could. Retiaria's expression turned from warm and sympathetic to hard and cold as Naethra spoke.
"I... must say, I rather like that. I may have exchanged one taint for another, but... it feels liberating not to have that stigma weighing on me. I'm not a demon-girl anymore..."
"Right. Well. Good for you then. Glad it's all worked out for you."
The fact that those words were practically spat out might give some clue that Retiaria didn't exactly mean what she said there. She stepped aside as Naethra removed what was left of her clothes and asked the party for sewing gear, her tail twitching and flicking.
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Duran thought about those words. Returning to himself, course he wants to do that. This form is just cute and clearly meant to be sexy at best but there's nothing intimidating about it. "Because what Paladin doesn't look fierce and threatening to the forces of evil?" The dragonborn did sigh and sat down on her large rear. Starting to work her armor off. "But you are right.. I think I'm all out of healing myself so moving ahead would be risky..."
Then she looked over when she heard Naethra who looked confused over the whole fact she charmed the dragonborn. Still she huffed at that, even if she's now starting at this wonderful looking plant creature. "But you did! I don't know how to describe it but one second I was healing you of that poison, the next I couldn't stop thinking of standing by you.. protecting you, being wi-" she blushes a bit cutting herself off. "Either way then it just vanished. Those sudden desires and I just felt, knew it some how originated from you. Maybe something you cast backfired while you weren't paying attention?"
The dragon born scratched the back of her head before continuing to work off her armor. "And sorry, don't got a sowing kit.." Duran explained while both unaware of how out of it Oric is right now nor how upset Retiaria is with what Naethra said.
[Perception Roll: 19 + 0 = 19]
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Naethra was a bit surprised by Red's sudden turn of mood, but didn't pursue or speak to the tiefling. There were some more direct matters to attend to, first.
Naethra frowned, holding up her leather cuirass. This... might actually be salvageable after all. The straps weren't really meant to accommodate someone of her size, but the difference wasn't too great. Some fiddling with the fasteners, ideally some thread and cutting, and her armor would be... well, about as serviceable as it ever was. Her old clothes would still stretch obscenely over new assets.
. "But you did! I don't know how to describe it but one second I was healing you of that poison, the next I couldn't stop thinking of standing by you.. protecting you, being wi-"
"Either way then it just vanished. Those sudden desires and I just felt, knew it some how originated from you. Maybe something you cast backfired while you weren't paying attention?"
"Huh," Naethra said. Her mouth felt strange. Her tongue was no longer forked, and didn't require a constant effort to keep pointed and normal looking, but something else felt different. But Duran's question was becoming equally distressing.
"That... sounds like a charm spell. And the way you looked at me, after the first time you cleansed the... tree-ness..." well, that didn't take, but it was hardly Duran's fault, "there was a distressing bewitchment there. A downright creepy fascination. I didn't do that. I cast two spells in that fight, a blast and a curse, and they were both after you started acting charmed."
(Arcana roll: 1 + 4 = 5)
"I... suppose someone else might have charmed you? They tend to be simple spells, as far as illusion and manipulation go. Maybe the spell misfired? Or maybe it was something the dryad-thing did, trying to distract us? Or it could have been some trap... did you get anything from that invisible woman? No... no, that seems unlikely... not enough pay-off to justify the effort there..."
It was distressing. There were always some moral quandaries involved when illusion magic started flying, and Naethra did not like the idea of this place playing around directly with their minds.
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"I don't cast charm spells, I'm just charming." Gwen tried to joke with the situation. "I think I have a needle, and some thread. Although it's just white thread. I'd be at a party and my clothes get ripped off... for some reason."
Gwen digs into a bag and hands something off to the air. Neathra feels a hand tap her on the shoulder. But looking at what is touching her She won't see the unseen servant "She can take a stab at it. Fixing clothes is half the reason I learned this spell in the first place. Although, it was more of a butler before. Not sure why even my spells are feminine now."
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The party is able to catch it's breath without anything unfortunate happening to them. Naethra is able to think much more clearly after getting that sexual release.
As Naethra and Duran speak Duran is able to notice that Naethra doesn't seem to have any teeth.. or finger or toe nails..
After a few safe minutes pass till you hear a thunderous booming along the trail ahead!
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Duran thought it was odd to see Naethra's form lacking any form of nails or teeth but she thought also it would be rude. Foucisng more on trying to figure out what happen. "Hmm but I don't see why someone would try to charm me into liking you then. Wouldn't they try to make me like them so I don't try to clobber them?" The dragon gives a shrug. "Let's just hope it doesn't happen again.
For now though she got the armor off to take a breather and catch her breathe. She examined her chest too finally, gasping and realizing it did get bigger. She sighed softly as her cloths she did wear under her armor was starting to stretch out and risk tearing. "I think that weird lemony girl is about to make an easy ten" Duran said with a sign, referring to Amber and her offer with the magical rings. "If we even meet her again..." Just as soon as she can catch her breathe there's the sudden boom making her nearly fall onto her back. She gasps, realizing it's possible threats as she grabs onto her armor, trying to work it back on. "Crap crap crap. I need help. this stuff is a pain to get back on!" She warns as it would take quite a while to refashion heavy armor back on. Seems she wasn't getting the nice long rest she was hoping for.
[Nice and shortly rested. Rest heal: d10 = 4 huh right on the money. Fire online!]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 1] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to gen to love my awsome new pudgy pinkness!
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"Thank you, so much," Narthrrha replied, smiling to Gwyn. "And you too, 'mam," she said to the unseen servant. It was silly, she knew, but it felt appropriate.
The work was quick, simple, and even somewhat restful. Acute tailoring was out of the question, but some jiggering with straps, a couple cuts with one of her daggers (why did the expedition give her so many knives?) and she was back in her armor.
Only then did she realize she must have posses off Red. Before she could figure out how to broach the subject she heard a tremendous noise.
She turned to Gwyn as she rose, reluctantly, to her feet. "Let's be a little more cautious this time, please? I don't want to wind up a tree again. Err... More of a tree. Or rooted in someone's garden..." Her blush returned as sheer bizareneas of her situation struck her.
(Effects of short rest, using one hit die, 1d8 = 5 +2, + song of rest (1d6 = 5) = +12 hp. She was at 3 before this, so new total health is 15 out of a possible 17.)
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[Short Rest - 2d8+con=8+1+2=11]
(I rerolled this since I messed before)
Gwen gets back up after hearing the noise. "Back into action. We'll be careful. I just want to save our friend. Maybe be the hero of my story. But we'll stay close."
She had the servant pack up the minor sewing supplies, while gwen looked over her own dress. Some damage, that she'll have to touch up next time they stop.
"You would be a lovely addition to anyone's garden, but we'll keep it from happening."
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Hearing the explosion I snap back to my senses. I quickly slip on the the armband before inspecting the party. Pocketing the apple I look to Duran and begin helping her get her gear back on "Here, let me help you with that." I take care to focus on the pieces of equipment that go on the top of her body, doing all I can to avoid going bellow her waste.
Once everyone has their equipment back on I focus the magic in the armband and clean the clothes and equipment of everyone in the party. [-3 charges for group effect]
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Gwen hums as she gets the rest of her gear on, so she can charge on ahead, again. At least walk at a brisk pace. [song of rest- additional 1d6 for anyone rolling hit dice]
Feel odd as Oric cleans my gear and my clothes, while I'm wearing them. "Um...thanks?? I have an unseen servant barmaid for this kind of stuff. You don't need to go that extra bit, sweetie. It's appreciated, though."
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Naethra's battered leather cuirass fits, albeit not as comfortably as before.
Strange, she'd never thought of her stringy leather armor as comfortable. But now she sizeable boobs. And appeared to be mostly plant. What a strange day.
"Thank you," she said to Orin as the magic cleaned her clothing. Well, 'cleaned' may be a generous word. Her ragged clothes weren't of good make to begin with, and had seen more than their intended share of abuse over the last week. They were well beyond cleaning, but at least now the threadbare things were less filthy, and only over-strained and unraveling. Naethra couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever feel truly clean ever again.
"Caution this time. Move together, one of the heav... someone with armor up front." She looked at Red, and then at Duran. "If we can keep sight of each other, we're less likely to fall tits-first into some new trap." Of the five of them, three didn't have tits before this whole sodden affair began. That fact alone should be all the argument for caution the group needed... but evidence ran to the contrary, it seemed.
She invoked the eldritch sight gifted by her patron, and began scanning the woods, keeping an eye out for the tell-tale weave of magic. Out of morbid curiosity, she looked at her hand with her enchanted gaze.
(Casts Detect Magic)
She walked forward, staying just behind Gwyn.
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I take to the front of the group, our last run in having bolstered my faith in my dwarven heritage. It's unlikely to matter, but my resistance to poison gives me a small sense of security, and will hopefully prevent anyone from insisting I stay further back. I was built to take hits and keep on kicking, so it's a bit insulting when people insist I stay somewhere safe just because my skills are helpful.
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Retiaria sat, sharpening her weapons while the others rested and recovered. She wasn't sure if it was actually doing anything practical, what with the pearl, but the familiar routine was relaxing. At one point she jumped to her feet, hands darting to her armour. "Whoah, bloody hell!"
After a moment she realised it was just Orin doing some kind of cleaning spell, and she gave her an embarrassed smile. "Heh, sorry. That just felt really weird. Maybe give some warning next time? Thanks though, it's always nice to be clean. I just wish I could have a proper bath..."
"Back into action. We'll be careful. I just want to save our friend. Maybe be the hero of my story. But we'll stay close."
Retiaria smiled at that. "Yeah, we'll get her back, and you'll get your badass story. But sensible and awesome don't have to be exclusive. No running off this time, yeah?"
As the group moved off, Retiaria moved to the front, walking alongside Orin. She tried to keep her eyes peeled for any signs of traps or ambushers, but all this foliage was rather distracting. It was honestly quite offputting for a city girl like herself.
[Perception 6]
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Once the armor finally got slapped on she gave Oric a nod. "Thanks.. ugh it's tight but that's certainly not your fault.. also thanks for giving it a clean too." She works herself up as everyone starts to plan up the formation of how they want to proceed. "I probably should take front or be one of the front line. With all this weight, I might trail too far behind if you guys march ahead of me."Duran suggested but would be fine with however everyone wants to move. She certainly wasn't going to question Oric wanting to lead.
She is glad to see the other ones in the group are concern for the disappearing princess which the paladin isn't so sure if she was taken by the goblins or something else entirely. "So team up, go slow, kick butt, and save a princess. Sounds like a good plan." Duran said with a smile. Waking anywhere near the front or right at the front of the team formation. Scanning her eyes to try to spot any threats that may be hiding. Considering how much these plants have been effective at hiding enemies before, she wanted to make absolute sure nobody gets the drop so easily this time.
[Perception: 20 + 0 = 20.]
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As they moved, Gwen felt like she shouldn't use the unseen barmaid as decoy again, although she was a busty decoy. So, she decided to make the best use of her while they walked and handed her gear off for the servant to carry.
"And if you're in front, Duran, we can watch your round rear sway easier. It's a nice view." Gwen commented, "I like the idea, Red, I could use a bath. If I'm going to have a royal body, I could use some perks."
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Detecting magic does not show Naethra's body as magical.. She's not under an enchantment.. this is just who she is now. rounding a bend you find yourselves before a clearing. there are three wolves and one larger wolf.. that you realize is actually humanoid as she stands reaching for something in the tree.. This time it seems to be a figure in a robe cursing in a masculine voice as he climbs further up the tree clumsily..
One of the wolves looks down the trail seeing you approach and howls alerting the others.
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I swear in my favorite swearing language (goblin, the sharp consonants and strong guttural fricatives make it EXCELLENT for expletives) as a branch snaps as I put weight on it an I have to scramble not to fall down to my inevitable demise. "Umm, uh... good doggies?" I call down at them "I would... well I would say we should talk this out, but my gnoll is quite poor, mostly I just know how to say... well worth a shot-" I point and shout "Look over there!" in gnoll, accompanying it with a shower of sparks at the base of a tree a few trees over, switching back to common "And I really suggest you fall for that trick, or I'll have to get serious."
((init 17+2 =19))
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Duran blushed a bit at Gwen's comment. "Please tell me you're only joking.' She mutters as she has no way to stop her rear from swaying with her steps. As they turn the corner though, the dragonborn gasps, seeing a pack of wolves lead by a more human like one. Least one that can stand up like one. Either way Duran readies her weapon and shield while a wolf alerts the rest to their appearance.
Whoever the mysterious man is that is up in that tree might have a chance to observe the possible saviors. One of those members being a rather large and plump dragon born. Pink in color with a pearly white like underside wherever chain mail doesn't cover. Speaking of which that chain mail hugs tight to her curvy heavy body, looking a size to small and likely not helping her chest though that's harder to notice in the armor. Her scales look softer too oddly enough but she tries to stay as fierce looking as a more common dragonborn would be. Pink or not, Duran gives light growl at the wolves. "Looks like we found out what's going on... don't think these wolves are friendly either."
[Initiative. Roll 1: 10 - 2 = 8 Roll 2: 10 - 2 = 8 ]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 1] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to gen to love my awsome new pudgy pinkness!
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"Maeve's Tits..." Naethra muttered, raising up herfocus and spear.
(Initiative = 14)
Naethra stood at just about five and a half feet, a cascade of leaves and vines falling just behind her shoulders in lieu of actual hair. Her face was much unchanged, with soft, demure features and prominent, bright eyes. Of course, now it was the green of fresh spring growth. She wore a battered leather cuirass and pair of greaves, each baring the scars of use and recent, haphazard, alterations. The leather was split, stretched over her vitals, and connected by straps and thread to the rear pieces. Even then it fit poorly over her prominent bosom and round posterior, both of which were rather noticable for a woman her size, if not as extreme as some of her other companions. She held a crystal focus in her left hand, fastened to a silver bracelet by a pair of matching, delicate chains, and hefted a worn infantry spear in her other, plain and worn save for its pearly veins. A perceptive wizard mighty notice an utter absense of finger nails and teeth, or hard edges about her anatomy at all.
(HP: 15 / 17)
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[Init=9]
"I don't know if I could joke about dat ass." Gwen smirked. The tall elf stopped with the group and looked up at the guy in the tree. She had She had long brown hair pulled back into what is now likely a loose braid. With generous curves for an elf, but still a smaller cup and hip size than the rest of her party. she wore an elegant green dress that looked like it belonged to someone of the upper class. On her head she wore a tiara. Her gear floated next to her, being carried by a unseen bar wench. She pulled out her rapier and looked at the wolves, then at the man in the tree.
"I'm gonna guess he's more likely on our side since he's presumably still a man."
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[Initiative: 8+2= 10]
"I like the idea, Red, I could use a bath. If I'm going to have a royal body, I could use some perks."
"So it's settled then: next bath house we find, it's a good soak and a massage all round!" Retiaria quipped with a grin, before sighing wistfully. "Ooh, and some body oil too... damn, I miss that stuff..."
Rounding a corner, she saw the wolves- no, two wolves and one wolf-person- surrounding the man in the tree. Well, it wasn't Aerin, but she couldn't just ignore this fella. No one got famous for ignoring a challenge after all, that would be boring as heck. So she stepped forwards, clashing her trident against her shield and yelling "Oi, bitch! Come get some!"
Hopefully that'd draw some attention away from the bloke in the tree. From his perch, he could see the fighter, 5'10 with an athletic build and a fairly large butt. With her crimson skin, spaded tail and red, pearl-encrusted horns curling back across from her forehead it was impossible to mistake her for anything other than a Tiefling. Between those horns sat a gold circlet, also covered with pearl. She wore what could generously be called leather armour, though aside from the skirt and the steel manica it was all far too skimpy to really be considered practical. She carried a round shield and a pearl-inlaid trident. As he watched, she switched the trident's grip to her shield hand and grabbed a bundle from where it had been hanging at her side. Unfurling it, it was revealed to be a weighted net.
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[19-1=18 for initiative, not up for writing anything fancy right now but don't want to hold things up.]
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The humanoid wolf looks up as you come around the corner she smiles a feral smile and knocks back her head and howls.. You feel that noise as an assault on your senses and your thoughts..
(Call to the prey.. All non wolf creatures who can hear the call must make a charisma save}
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Gwen covers her ears the best she can to keep out the offending noise, but it's pretty harsh.
[Cha save = 8]
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[Save 12+1= 13]
Retiaria grimaced, her hands too full to cover her ears. Her horns would have made that difficult anyway. "Argh, shut up!"
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[13+1+2=16 save] (gonna post when I know if that's good enough)
I stand firm against my foe, letting out my best roar in response as I prepare to strike. I don't know exactly what animal I'm mimicking, but it's a sound captured perfectly in the back of my mind from when I was out in the wilds. The sound shook the trees and the hearts of the team alike. Compared to that, the wolf wasn't so bad.
Oric Loth is a young female dwarf with long brown hair spun into a braid that reaches the base of her shoulder blades. She is short and thick, weighing about 150 pounds with a stature of no more than 4 feet. Her chest bounces far to freely as she was unable to find a proper bra, and has resorted to a makeshift cloth wrapping for some minor support. Her panties are simple white cloth that hugs her plump ass, with a red symbol on the back. Unknown to her the symbol is a goblin character that's placed on public property to indicate it's free for anyone to use. Specifically there are 3 symbols with slightly different meanings: the first means it is to be used gently and with great care, the second means that it can be used freely but must be repaired by the user, and the third means that it can be treated however the user pleases. Of these, the symbol on her ass is the third. Fortunately this shameful fact is covered by her robes. A soft, simple dress made of green and blue fabric intended to be worn over armor to define the clerics faith. Her armor has been transformed into a ring however, so her body appears only clad in cloth. Around her neck she wears the 'pendant of hunter essence' (which she intends to give to someone so she doesn't have all the magic loot) and on her arm she wears 'the purple dragons gift'. She wears a light shield on her left arm, and carries a warhammer in her right hand.
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[Charisma Save: 12 + 5 = 17]
Duran hears the howl of the wolf girl, but the dragonborn seems none to phased by it or impressed. "You call that a roar?"
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((cha save 14+2 = 16))
Another choice goblin word as my hands instinctively go to my ears- "that is QUITE rude you know!" I call, and quickly have to let go of my ears as I begin to lose my balance in my perch, and speak some more goblin.
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Naethra tries to plan her move. What spell would create the greatest effect, and be least likely to make the four wolf-kin jump on her.
(Cha save: 2 (d20) +3 (skill bonus) +2 (proficiency bonus) = 7)
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The howl cuts through the gathered adventurers almost like a blade. Most of them gather the force of personality to fight off the howls effect. However Gwyn and Naethra find themselves quaking in place as the howl brings to the surface a prey nature.
Naethra shrinks her grin skin giving way to pale skin and soft grey fur. Her ears move to the top of her head and get very rounded and very large. With her skittish expression she reminds you of nothing more than a humanoid mouse.
Gwyn shrinks a massive tail growing out of her back as she grows redish fur.. her face points out in a snout and her front teeth grow very pronounced. She seems like an odd blending of elf and squirrel.
(Gwyn and Naehtra are both suffering from the call of the prey.
They have shrunk to size small.
They lose all Racial traits (not stats, but things like dark vision or resistances)
They are frightened of the wolf girl who called out their prey natures)
it is now the unknown mages turn (dicho)
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Gwen felt a chill down tongue bone from the howl. The wolf is so big. So intimidating. Everything seemed bigger and more threatening. Wait everything was bigger to her as she shrunk. The large fluffy tail formed behind her distracting her until fur formed everywhere else. Her face felt weird as well, feeling it she knew her face changed as well, she was becoming a rodent. She wanted to say something mean to the wolf, but she was so scared.
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I hadn't really noticed these new people coming- a little too focused on some things closer to myself.
What I do know is the wolves didn't seem to go for my shower of sparks, but now that my mind is a little clearer, I /definitely/ need them to get farther away from my tree. I fumble for a moment trying to find a position stable enough to hold without engaging my hands, and another moment to pull out a heavy, battered leather tome, but once I have it I let my voice ring out in practiced ease.
Syllables crash together like millstones in a mighty storm as I make the appropriate, precise movements, finishing with a creshendo as I clap my hands together before me.
((Casting thunderwave.
Each creature in a 15-foot cube originating from you must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, a creature takes 2d8 thunder damage and is pushed 10 feet away from you. On a successful save, the creature takes half as much damage and isn't pushed.
In addition, unsecured objects that are completely within the area of effect are automatically pushed 10 feet away from you by the spell's effect, and the spell emits a thunderous boom audible out to 300 feet.
2 1st level spell slots left
Prepared 1st level spells: Thunderwave, Identify, Mage armor))
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A thunderous crack bursts out of the tree blasting leaves and branches away. One of the wolves is shoved bodily away from the tree while two of them and humanoid remain firm against the blast of magic. Lucius will note that the spell doesn't seem to.. damage the creatures so much as cause them quivers of some sort of pleasure. He'll note traceries of pearl throughout his book {assumeing thats his spell casting focus}.
(It is now Oric's turn)
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I look at the wolves as one goes flying sideways. Wolves. Normal wolves. If they're not particularly magical then we have the advantage. Channeling my divine magic I call down holy fire upon the wolf that was sent flying, as I do I begin to back away "Everyone keep your distance, we'll try and deal out as much pain as possible before they reach us."
[dex saving throw, d8 on a hit (4 damage).]
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The wolf quickly jumps the side as the divine fire flashes in the air a moment and then vanishes away leaving the wolf unharmed.
(Naethra rodents turn)
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"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Naethra was murmurring to herself.
This... was really bad. She found herself thinking that a lot these days, but this one seemed particularly terrible. Her body had drastically changed for the second time in as many hours. She hadn't had a chance to rest or channel after the goblins or the dryad, and couldn't muster the energy for any of her stronger spells. She was small now, and her ears felt different, and she... why the hell did feeling mammalian all of a sudden become weird?
Running seemed like a good idea. All of the wolves were larger than her, and that bipedal wolf-woman frankly horrified her, on a level so deep and primal it felt plain wrong. But she couldn't ignore it. She was so much larger, fiercer, and stronger than she was...
Running was a terrible idea. Every wolf could out-pace her, and abandoning the party would be certain doom for everyone involved. There were only a couple spells she could use. They'd have to suffice.
First, Naethra ran. Not very far, though; she wanted someone bigger between her and the wolves. She stopped a couple feet behind Retiaria, hoping that any wolf running toward her would have to get within striking distance of the warrior first. At the very least, she should be able to get off a hit before the wolf swallowed her whole. (Slight exaggeration, but not by much.)
With her position as defensible as it could be, she raised her trembling hand, took a deep breath, and focused on one of the wolves. She... didn't want to focus on the pack master right now. If she was lucky, she might be able to take down one of the wolves in one hit, and that would do more for their odds than inconveniencing the terrifying wolf-thing.
(Casting Eldritch Blast at the wolf with Naethra's best line of sight; 9 (d20) + 2 (proficiency bonus) + 3 (charisma modifier) = 14.
(Reroll for disadvantage: 14 + 2 +3 = 19!)
Damage = 4 (d10) + 3 (agonizing blast) + 1 (sexy-times blessing)= 8 Lightning Damage)
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The wolf lets out a yelp as the lightning crashes into it..
the three leap up and barrel down on the party two crashing into Duran and one biting at Retria's legs.
The two wolves each strike the plump dragon born knocking her off balance and filling her with that deceptive pleasure..
(retaria is missed! Duran takes 14 damage and must make a Str save with disadvantage)
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Retiaria jumped high as the wolf snapped at her legs, twisting in the air and landing behind it, ready to dash forwards and hurl her net at the wolf lady. She laughed, pointing menacingly at the now-entangled lupine woman. "You just sit tight there, we'll deal with your little doggies and then we'll be coming for you!"
[Hit: 18+4 = 22
Wolf girl is now Restrained!]
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Gwyn was proud of her team, but even more scared as Red moved towards the scary wolf woman. She couldn't bring herself to follow her. But she wanted to help. Her fury asks, was overwhelmed, but she wouldn't do nothing.
She yelled at the wolf attacking Red, "H-hey! Get your d-damn jaws off her. You are a bad dog, and your fur is stupid."
[Vicious Mockery
must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or take 1d4 (3) psychic damage and have disadvantage on the next attack roll it makes before the end of its next turn]
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You let out something that passes for a torrent of abuse given your fear and uncertainty. The wolf cocks it's head and simply growls at the two rodents.
(the prey may use their reactions to take a move away from the wolves and their party)
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Gwen, overcome with fear, seems to make a couple steps back ready to run, but stands strong feeling a tie to get party is strong than the fear.
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"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Naethra thought to herself. All of the wolves were still standing, and Red had just vaulted up and over and... ensnared the terrifying wolf-monster-woman?
That... was actually good. It would buy them time, at any rate, even if there was no one standing between her and the wolves.
She wanted to run... but couldn't think of a good reason for it. For the moment, things... well, they weren't under control, but she was in about as good a position as any. She hefted her spear (did it shrink to fit her current size? Why would it do that?) and readied herself, trying to prepare her next invocation.
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Duran gasps, watching that while the pathetic roar was nothing to her, it has morphed Gwyn and Naethra into cowardly small rodents. Something she must stand to protect Oric on the other hand gave a suggestion to fall back and use ranged attacks to halt the wolves. "Great idea with one flaw. I have no range weapons." She replied before facing the deadly beasts which get ready to rush. The dragonborn merely stares them down and smacks her mace against her shield, challenging them so that they would not harm her more helpless friends right now. It seems to have worked in drawing two right at her but Duran fail to realize one thing. She never fought beasts before and their quick speed and fast movement allowed the duo to charge right for her. Both slipping pass her shield and hitting her right on the chest and side. Her legs start to buckle...
[Duran attempts to stand against wolfdom! First roll: 17 + 3 = 20. Second Roll: 14 + 3 = 17]
...But she holds her position! Not faltering to the ground even as the rush of pleasure courses though her and try to throw her off. Her thoughts briefly wonder on how even a strike like that would make her feel so good but continues to hold her self and not fall prone. She hears of her friends tactics to take out the weaker one by Retiaria first but with two on her now, she can't afford to divert attention just yet. "Hurry up and finish that one, I can't hold these two off forever... " She warned but was still determined to sure as abyss try. Looking for an opening she found those wolves to be quite fast, she can't put all her effort into the strike but maybe, with a quick maneuver a good strike to it's face might dis-sway the beast from causing more trouble. She goes for it, a quick jab of her own against one of the two wolves trying to take her down.
[Duran clubs one of the wolves attacking her with heroic furry! Yes I know what I said]
[Attack Roll: 17 + 5 = 22!]
[Damage Roll: 2 + 3 = 5 Piercing! ]
[HP: 10/24] [HD: 1] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to gen to love my awsome new pudgy pinkness!
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THe wolf woman scowls as the net lands on her, but lets out another sustained howl..
(Naethra may make a new save against being prey)
The howl is a deep and primal thing her hands gain longer pearly claws and she reaches out slashing with her hands cutting away the net sending weights landing every which way.
{It is now Lucious's turn}
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"Oh shit, oh shit," Naethra murmured as the wolf-thing roared again, her claws changing shape, becoming decidedly more lethal looking.
(Charisma Save: 16 + 3 (skill bonus) +2 (proficiency bonus) = 21)
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Naethra finds herself returning to her plant kin form and the prey nature fadeing from her.
(Naethra may once again act normally)
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I'm starting to feel pretty smart about coming up this tree- I'm not entirely sure how I got up here, my memories of climbing are... a little fuzzy. I was running from the wolves, and the tree seemed a natural place to flee, then after a few moments I managed to calm down- but now I have the high ground, and I intend to use it.
I point at the more humanoid... is she a gnoll? That's my best guess, I've not seen a creature quite like her before regardless. Anyway, I point at her, focusing my will at the tip of my fingers as I mutter my next incantation, culminating ina small, bright mote of flame arcing towards her.
((Fire bolt. Evocation cantrip, 10 to hit. On a hit, 9 damage))
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The wolf woman ducks to the side letting the fire bolt fly wide.
[Oric can now act]
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I see Duran has no intention of backing off just a bit to late as the wolves strike. Returning to Durans side I invoke my last divine favor, attempting to cure her wounds [d8+3+3= 4+3+3 = 10]
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As Duran tries to deal with the wolves, she feels a familiar hand on her, restoring some of her strength and focus back to her. "Ahhh, thanks. Oric, I really needed that!"
[HP 20/24]
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Naethra sucked in air slowly, in deep, deliberate breathes. She... wasn't a rodent anymore. She had gained a couple feet of height back, and she could feel her leaves rustling along her neck. When did being mostly plant start to feel so right? Under other circumstances that would warrant a panic attack, but at the moment it was maybe the sixth biggest thing she'd have to worry about.
She was whole again. All three wolves were still up, and the big one had just torn through the net. The guy in the tree's spell had missed, but his first one looked like it knocked the wolves around. And she had landed a fairly good hit on the one that had charged at Red.
It was still standing, so she decided to try and strike it down. She leveled her focus and touched the coiled magic within her.
(Casting Eldritch Blast: 9 (d20) + 3 (charisma modifier) + 2 (proficiency modifier) = 14. Damage = 9 + 3 + 1 = 13 Lightning Damage)
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The wolf is struck and falls down letting out a howl before going silent. The other two each divide and bite for a target within reach.
The wolf scrambles against Duran's shield and is unable to purchase against the dragon born..
The other wolf however uses a moment of distraction pounce upon Oric biting down hard.. (Oric takes 12 damage and must make a str save)
(it is now red's turn)
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Retiaria pouted as she saw her net get destroyed. "Well, that didn't last as long as I would have hoped. Ah well, we'll deal with you in a minute."
With a flip and a jump, she moved behind the wolf attacking Orin, thrusting her trident at its flank with a triumphant "Hah!"
[Hit: 3/19(advantage)+4= 23
Damage: 5+4 = 9]
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The wolf yelps as she is stabbed now getting wolfpacked by her former victims.. She remains standing however
(It is now cute little squirrel's turn)
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Gwen watches as Neathra returned to normal. If she was able to overcome her fear, then maybe she could as well. But now the scary wolf woman was loose. She could do something. She could hurt, that was worth being afraid of.
She tried to cut her down, with words. "You l-look more like a husky than a w-wolf."
As soon as she finished yelling she ran. Running felt good. She ran 20ft back.
[Vicious Mockery
must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or take 1d4 (2) psychic damage and have disadvantage on the next attack roll it makes before the end of its next turn]
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[saving throw: 14+1 = 15]
My body shivers in pleasure as I experience such a devastating blow for the first time. My thighs rubbing together as a bright blush creeps onto my face. I struggle against the desire to give in and indulge in whatever this wolf woman has planned for me. But my will is stronger then their attacks, at least for now, and like any good sexually repressed cleric I redirect my frustration into wanting to hit things very, very hard.
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The wolf tilts her head and flicks an ear..she looks at the bard irritated.. probably more for the high pitched nearly squeeky tones than any power in the insults..
Gwyn feels hands rubbing along side of her body and smooth feminine voice. "this suits you.. Feels so much more real than a blustery champion don't you think?" A phantom hand pets down her tail and it feels very good.. She's almost calm for a moment before the pressure is gone and the world snaps back into focus the fight going all around the scared little rodent.
Oric is able to keep her footing and prevent herself from being knocked over.
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Gwen's eyes widen when she realized how high the voice is. Eep!
But then the comforting touch came and she forgot about the fear. She wanted to be the hero. It was hard to make it fit, but she could do it. Or so she used to this. Maybe the voice is right.
Then the fear crept back in.
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Duran was prepared this time for a wolfy attack. Blocking it's charge with a shield raised just in time. However she watched one wolf try to tackle Oric, biting her quite hard. "Hang in there Oric, I got you." She swings around to try to hit the wolf but with one on the shield the mace just strikes true...on empty air."Or.. Retiaria can help you.."
[Duran tries to smash Oric's wolf down...]
[Attack Roll: 1 + 5 = 6...]
[Damage Roll: 1 + 3 = 4 Piercing...]
[HP: 20/24] [HD: 1] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to gen to love my awesome new pudgy pinkness!
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The wolf girl knocks back her head and howls again as the large sharp claws she grew shrink back to normal wolfy claws... However her outline seems to blur as she goes after red! However even with addition of the flank she is unable to connect in two swings of her fists..
{Wolf girl no longer has combat disadvantage}
{Gwyn may make a save against the call of the prey.. and probably should be handing out bardic inspiration.. if not now when?|
(Lucious may now go)
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[Cha Save = 3+5=8. I'm bard, this shouldn't be this hard!]
"Oric crush them! You can do it!" She shouts giving Oric a Bardic Inspiration!
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The voice returns, "It's so hard to be brave isn't it? Standing back.. Cheering behind the others.. That just feels more right.." A calming pleasant petting of the tail and a pat on the head are felt.. Before the shock of combat kicks back in and that horrible wolf woman is even closer now!
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Despite all of the truly fascinating things happening in my line of sight, I'm quite focused on whichever wolf is closest to my tree, and helping them to become less so.
I've really no idea just WHERE I am, I'm fairly certain I'm not where I intended to be, but... well I'm here now and I'll have to deal with that first.
So I take aim again, pointing at the nearest wolf or part-gnoll-thing, as applicable, and fire off another bolt.
((23 to hit, 7 damage on a hit))
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The wolf girl yelps as she is stung by the shot.. She turns and makes a rude gesture at you..
(oric may go)
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With the agility of these wolves causing trouble for my divine fire I'm forced to result to my most trusted fallback: a big rock on the end of a stick. I swing down on one of the wolves nearby, hoping to pay back the hit it just landed two-fold
[d20+1=13+1, adding bardic inspiration d6=3 totaling 17 to hit for d8+1 damage = 7+1 damage
17 to hit, 8 damage.]
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The hammer falls and the wolf does not rise...
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Alright... things were going better.
Two wolves down. The one that was up hadn't exactly taken much damage, near as Naethra could tell. (What did a wolf on the verge of crippling, submisive arousal look like, anyway? Naethra really did not want to know...) That said, a few people had flung attacks and spells at the big one, and...
Naethra winced. She was pissed. That damn wolf-thing had tried to do something to her, and very nearly succeeded, and the cute elf-bard was still half tree-rat. It was... disconcerting, to be truthful, but it had taken a few hits and hadn't managed to take anyone down. All things considered, this was looking like one of their better fights, even if they did go into it flat-footed and unprepared. Maybe it was time to take down the alpha.
Naehtra steadied her feet, feeling the leaves of her hair rustle with the wind and movement. She touched the font of fae-energy within her, channeled it through her focus, tempered by her wrath and spite, and threw it at the bitch that had made her feel so small and scared.
(Casting Eldritch Blast: 19 (d20) + 5 (charisma and proficiency) = 24. Damage = 1 + 3 + 1 = 5 Lightning Damage)
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I sputter and shout down at the wolf "YOU chased ME up here! If anyone has a right to be upset it's me!"
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Duran watches as Oric just finishes the wolf with relative ease of a mace swing. "Why do I even worry about you?" She says with a grin to show she's quite impressed with the cleric's blows.
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The last wolf snarls and turns to bite Retaria... only to simply run her face into the gladiator with no visible effect.
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"Uh... good doggie?" Retiaria raised an eyebrow at the nose booping. She would ruffle the wolf's ears, but her hands were full. So instead she simply plunged her trident down onto its back instead.
[Hit 14+4= 18
Damage: 5+4 = 9]
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The wolf yelps as she is stabbed but remains on her feet very boopable nose still up.
(Squirl turn)
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The voice returns, "It's so hard to be brave isn't it? Standing back.. Cheering behind the others.. That just feels more right.." A calming pleasant petting of the tail and a pat on the head are felt.. Before the shock of combat kicks back in and that horrible wolf woman is even closer now!
Gwyn felt calm again as she felt the hand inner. Maybe it was right. I should stay in the back and help. But I want my story... i feel a bit of conflict but the voice and touch is so nice. She is probably right.
I snap back into the fight and there the wolfgirl is. Fuck! How did she get so close! Fuck fuck. She had to get away, but should help
"Your nose is cold and wet. That's why no one likes to cuddle with you." Gwyn yells and then falls back trying to keep 50ft between her and the wolf woman.
"Red, you can finish them!" She shouts to give her bardic inspiration
[Vicious Mockery =2 psych damage & disadvantage if fail save]
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With Oric taking down that wolf, there is just one more to remain before they can focus on the leader. Duran watched it move away and attack Red with fail, awkwardly rubbing her until the tielfing stabs it. The dragonborn on the other hand took advantage, moving up to try to get behind and take it down with one heavy but perhaps to slow, attack.
[Duran teaches Wolf what a Mace is!]
[Attack 1st Roll: 8 + 5 = 13 ]
[Attack 2nd Roll: 10 + 5 = 15 ]
[Damage Roll: 8 + 3 = 11 Piercing!]
[HP: 20/24] [HD: 1] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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The mace hit is enough to throw the wolf to the side where it lands in the forest and does not return.
The humanoid looks nervous, but she lets out a howl and her frame starts to twist and blur duplicating till there are four of her standing having backed up to the tree.
(Gwyn can make a new save, Lucious gets a turn}
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Gwyn feels a bit better about things
[Cha save = 19 ]
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Gwyn stands up taller.. the supernatural fear having left her.. She brushes her red hair out of her eyes and is ready to battle.
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Gwyn pulls out the rapier again happy to be back to normal and standing her full height. She doesn't even notice her dark hair is red as she focuses on the wolf girl.
"If they don't put you down before I get to you, I'm gonna spank you, pooch."
She stretches out happy to be tall again and less flurry
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Now there are FOUR OF- no, probably not. What sort of magic would even allow that? Clearly they are illusions, and they're all backed up to my tree- again the EXACT place I LEAST want them to be. Well, I can solve this pretty quickly, figure out which one to attack, and keep shooting it until it leaves me alone.
"This is highly inconsiderate of you you know." I gripe down at her "my reserves if magical powers are not unlimited, and evocations is not my specialty! Bad dog!"
A few more precise arcane gestures, and again I bring my Palms together with thunderous result. I figure the Shockwave will go through the illusions, but the real one will have to react, and will give herself away.
((Its everyone's favorite: thunderwave! So that's 7+2 = 9 Damage to the wolves below me and they're knocked 10 feet away, unless they make a DC 13 constitution save, in which case they take half damage and aren't moved.))
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THe thunder waves slams into the wolves throwing them back towards the woods but they manage to keep their footing.
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I look at each of the wolves with a glower which only deepens as they fail to disperse upon being hit by the magic burst. Considering my situation I doubt I can risk getting up close without even knowing were my enemy really is. Gripping my symbol I call down fire on the nearest active wolf woman [dex save or takes 5 damage]
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The fire flashes somehow engulfing all of them for a moment leaving her panting a bit as she staggers near the edge of the woodlands..
(Neathra may now go)
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I smile "They're reflections! Target the one closest to me!"
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Naethra paused. This didn't look right. Why did the last wolf not attack? And the wolf-woman, did she just cast mirror image? Naethra wodered if she was looking at the goblin dancer right now...
And she was retreating! That didn't mean they had won, though. She could be fleeing into the deeper wood, where she could put maneuver the party, or call allies.
Offer still, though, was the images' reaction. Just what type of illusion were they dealing with here?
Naethra noticed Gwyn, elfy again, and grinned. She turned her focus on the wolf-woman' aiming for the one closest to the forest edge, the one who panted and staggered when Orin struck.
(casting Eldritch Blast: 19 + 5 = 24. 4 + 4 = 8 lightning famage)
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The blast flys strait and true.. hammering into the wolf.. that shatters like glass leaveing only three wolves now.
{red is up}
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"Oh, now that's just cheating, ya bitch!" Retiaria yelled at the wolf girl...s.
"They're reflections! Target the one closest to me!"
"Gotcha!"
Retiaria advanced on the wolf girls, delivering a leaping thrust to the one Orin had directed her to.
[Hit: 13+4 = 18
Damage: 5+4 = 9]
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Another image shatters leaving only two..
[Gwyn
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Gwyn, feeling kind of pissed about being a squirrel, chose to not heed the suggestions the voice was trying to tell her. She charged ahead to attack the wolf girls, but is too far away to catch up close quarters. So she attempts a spell to hopefully slow her down.
"I'm putting you to sleep, pooch." Gwyn shouts finding a point with in 90ft from her, on the other side of wolf-girls that can she can make a 20 ft sphere that includes the wolf-girls and not having any of her people in it (or at least as few as possible)
[Sleep = 31hp]
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This spell sends creatures into a magical slumber. Roll 5d8; the total is how many hit points of creatures this spell can affect. Creatures within 20 feet of a point you choose within range are affected in ascending order of their current hit points.
Starting with the creature that has the lowest current hit points, each creature affected by this spell falls unconscious until the spell ends, the sleeper takes damage, or someone uses an action to shake or slap the sleeper awake. Subtract each creature's hit points from the total before moving on to the creature with the next lowest hit points. A creature's hit points must be equal to or less than the remaining total for that creature to be affected.
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The wolf girls away in place for a moment.. but do not fall into unconsciousness.
They spear Gwyn with hungry eyes..
(Durans turn)
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With the wolf backing up to the tree, Duran found there's no way she can close the gap yet. Still, with no real ranged attacks to work with, she also didn't want to play keep away either. Getting an idea she moved herself closer, trying to position herself to close the gap. "I'm giving you one choice. Leave and never harm anyone again. Or Stay and face the consequences." With that the dragon puffed up her belly, taking a gasp of air in as the fire within her surged, tingling oddly nicely as it moved against her body, making her larger chest push a bit harder against the chain mail before finally spilling forth the strange magical flames upon the duo. Aiming to avoid the tree just in case it can light it up. She grins, panting after the fire comes out, expecting to rush right in after they take the staggering force of dragonic fire.
"I doubt that's enough to finish you off.... so run while you can...."
[Duran hits both with a deadly lust inducing breath of fire!]
[Breath of Fire 2: (Fire) 5 by 30 ft. Line. Dex Save of 12 or better. Failed Save: 6 + 2 = 8 fire dmg! Success: Half damage]
[HP: 20/24] [HD: 1] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]
[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]
[All fire'd out]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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Gwyn looks confused as her spell doesn't work. The wolf girls glaring at her make her feels a chill down her spine. "Um...someone do something about her....please...?"
She takes a step back and a loose strand of red hair falls in her face. Her brushes it out of the way, but passes noticing that it is red, not black. That's also a bit concerning, but it can wait.
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The wolf stands in the fire holding as firm as she can but is pushed back a bit by the sheer force.. She stands though.. still panting eyes aroused but still in control.. She dips her claws down into her sex and pulls them free, glowing energy flowing up around her claws then up into an aura that surrounds her as she lets out a long howl that cuts through you all.
(Empowered call of the prey.. Everyone must make a charisma save.. with disadvantage)
Gwyn feels those hands on her body again as the howl cuts through her threatening to diminish her again.. or perhaps more this time.. "Oh.. she's putting her essence into this one.. She really means to get you all.. You could take it all for everyone.. Save them all from that fate. I can help you do that if you ask me to."
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"Not again." Gwyn mutters as the howl starts, and she doubles over holding her ears trying to keep out the noise. But still she could hear the voice like it's inside her head. She could feel the voice touching her. Tempting her.
She looked around at her friends. Gwyn spent most of the fight in that state. She didn't think the whole group would survive if they were like that. It's too hard to fight. "Fine....ill Take it. Help them. Protect them."
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Duran blinks at the lewd display, figuring she's on the edge of defeat but that howl cuts though and hits hard. She finds terror coursing though her, an odd sensation as she is a paladin, a hero of Aircame... right? Then why when she should be standing tall, does her body tremble completely? What's this sensation coursing though her that makes her doubt herself against such a horrifying foe?
[Duran tries to resist. 1st roll: 14 + 6 = 19. Second Roll: 3 + 5 = 7 ]
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The wolfs howl continues but seems.. barely there for five of six of those effected..
{save no longer required!}
The sound seems to flow around Gwyn like a whirlpool.. then.. the glowing aura follows the sound swirls around her. It feels almost like it's sinking in.. becoming part of her..then as the last of the aura fades away the wolf lets out a gasp as she is drawn towards Gwyn.. She braces her claws on the ground and still she's drug towards the bard. Then She is swept off her feet swirling around with the Aura and the sound around the bard.
Then.. Her dress is torn asunder the sound starts to flow into her chest.. The glowing aura splashes over her chest and sinks in.. and the wolf herself howling the whole way vanishes into Gwyn's chest. Her breasts bounce from the force.. growing out another two inches from her chest..
All is quiet..
Then Gwyn's whole body is suffused with arousal the pleasure of the event..the built up arousal the wolf had been fighting.. all of hits her all at once..
{Gwyn is reduced to zero HP in a shattering orgasm.. but the fight is over and Gwyn becomes stable)
She can hear the voice fading away.. "oops.. I must have pulled too hard.. Well.. i'm sure someday you'll learn to control it.."
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Just as soon as the howl begins to push in on me the pressure fades. It only takes a moment to realize why as the wolf is dragged into Gwyns' breasts. That certainly wasn't what the wolf had intended, and I doubt Gwyn herself has the power to do something like that considering how much time she spent under its influences. So who had done it? I wobble my way over to her, checking her vitals to make sure she's stable before letting out a sigh of relief and taking a seat. I look to the others present and indicate they should sit as well "I'm all out of magic until we get some rest, and it looks like she could also use some. We have these berries, but I'm not eager to feed them to someone who's already unstable from unknown magic."
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Gwyn was surprised with the instant reaction to accepting to take on the effects of the howl. She didn't expect it to be the draw of force that it ended up being that she absorbed the sound, as well as the whole person inside of her. She moaned feeling bliss and pleasure growing as she took on the force.
She felt weak in the knees and just weak and she was suddenly overwhelmed. She moaned and collapsed to the ground as the world faded out of her awareness, only focused on the pleasure as she heard the voice again, not sure what it meant. Pulled?
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Just as that fear was gripping her, the wolf suddenly was pulled away and into Gwyn. Duran's eyes widen as the girl collapsed under pleasurably bliss. The dragonborn running right over to her in concern. "Gwen! What happen? are you okay?" The plump dragon asked, looking over her but alas having no way to heal her easily with her powers all spent. "Di.. did you stop the w-wolf?" She asked curiously, trying to piece this all together and probably not wisely forgetting the unknown spellslinger hidden in the tree.
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Gwyn kind of unintentional giggles as she is blessed out in the glow, "mmmm, were safe from the wolf. Safe safe." Her voice a but drifting and lustful, "my chest feels heavier" she added as she started to feel herself up.
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"What... what the helps just happened?" Naethra asked no one in particular. She just saw a wolf-monster get sucked into Gwyn's tits. What. The. Hells.
She took a step towards Gwyn, cautious at first, but decided to rush to her side, closing the remaining distance in sprinting steps.
She kneeled down beside the new redhead, noting that the fur color had lingered. It looked cute in her. She also noticed that Gwyn's chest was much larger now, threatening to tear her over-strained bodice in half.
"Are you okay?" she asked putting a hand on Gwyn's shoulder to help her balance. Gwyn's own hands were busy, and Naethra couldn't fault them. She blinked, touching the fey magic within her channel Eldritch sight, more than a little worried what it might reveal about the bard's bosom. Also more than a little envious of Gwyn's new bust... If justifiably worried about how she had obtained it. Was the wolf still there? Could she feel or sense from her new form? Could she influence Gwyn? Would Gwyn mind if she sneaked in a quick feel?
Naethra blushed at they thought. "We should... um, do we have any healing left? I have a potion... But those are probably riskier than the berries."
Wait, wasn't there...
She cranes her neck towards the tree. "Hey, mage! I don't suppose you know any healing spells? Or first-aid?"
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"Im fine, I'm fine." Gwyn groaned and she started to feel more lucid and pushed herself to sit up. "I guess, I just needed a few moments after whatever that was. Is everyone ok?"
Sitting up, she could feel the new weight of her increased breasts. She was thankful to have the bodice. "Some voice told me that I could take the howl for all of you. I didn't think it would happen like that."
[Short rest recoup = 8+2 = 10hp]
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Duran was glad to see Gwyn recover but frown upon hearing her try to take the howl for everyone. That strange fear inducing sensation? "What did you think it would do? It could of turned you into a permanent squirrel for all we knew!" She lightly tapped her with a dragonic fist, avoiding too much pressure as she has no idea just how winded the poor girl was.
"But.. to take that risk for us? Whom you barely met. That was really noble of you, Gwyn. Brave as Yazgash." The dragonborn said with a smile before hearing Naethra. "Oh right! There was some one zapping spells down at the wolf the whole time." she started to get up and look towards the tree now, wondering just who the mysterious spellslinger was.
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As the howl rose again I tensed considerably, remembering hearing it before. In instinct I jerked my hands up to cover my ears... and fumbled my book. Desperate not to drop it, my hands jerk away from my ears and catch it just before it falls out of reach.
...unfortuantely, I utterly sacrifice my balance in the process, and find myself tumbling from the tree.
A string of goblin follows as I desperately try to remember the incantation for Feather Fall, only to realize that I haven't prepared that spell, and ultimately my robe snagging on a lower branch, tearing with an almighty ripping sound as it absorbs most of my momentum before I hit.
I get up in a pile of cloth, trying to re-orient myself and make sure my glasses aren't broken and that I don't get eaten by any wolves now that I've lost the protection of my tree and... "Hold on a moment." I say, blinking around as I push my glasses up my nose, holding the rip in my robe shut with my free hand, book under my arm. "Where... what happened to that strange Gnoll?"
As I get a good looka t them for the first time, I clear my throat and blush slightly amending "...ladies." becomeing very consciosu of the fact that I don't have my mending spell readied either...
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Gwyn answers Duran, "I didn't know what it would do to me. I just knew what would happen if I didn't do it. And I didn't want the rest of you to become rodent sized snacks. It was the right thing to do."
Gwyn goes to get up and slowly gets to get feet with a little help,, and a bit of a groan. She looks at her dress. The top is in shreds and her breasts are exposed to the world. She called for her servant and slipped off her dress. Wearing nothing but her bodest she hands the dress over to invisible barmaid. "Can you fix that so it's wearable?"
She held her larger breasts, and gasped at the sensitivity. "Im not passing as a male again."
The thud of the spell caster falling out of the tree distracted her from herself and she stepped over with Duran, "Gnoll? You mean the wolf woman? I think she went to my cup size. What's your name?"
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I look at the clearly addled woman with come concern- what she said made no sense, but the wolf didn't appear to be a threat any longer in any case, so on to more pressing matters.
My eyes... linger, shall we say, on her exposure. I do not stare, as that would be ungentlemanly, but I've always had an eye for detail, and I look over the whole of the group eventually. "Lucius." I answer "Lucius uhh..." I look away from her bust again- just something I needed to check again, nothing serious- and look back up at her "Drake. Lucius Drake, uh, Lou is fine."
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There was an old elf adage Naethra was found of... "When a foolish gamble pays off, it's called bravery." She very consciously didn't say that.
"That was brave," she said instead. "That howl... is the most terrible thing that's happened to me here. It's the worst kind of fear. It's not constructive, or rational, or even sane. It gets under your skin and strikes at your bones." She shuddered at the memory, "I never want to feel that again. And things could have gone very badly if the rest of the party was afflicted like we were. Do... do you have any idea how you managed to do that?" She paused for a moment, casting another glance at Gwyn as she took off her blouse. "And your boobs are amazing, by the way. In more ways that one."
She shook her head, conscious of the blush creeping onto her green cheeks. Instead, she turned towards the newcomer. Her smile grew rueful.
"Good day, Mister Drake," she said, offering the wizard a polite nod. "My name is Naethra. I... don't suppose you have any idea where we are? Or how you got here? Or why we just fought a magical wolf-woman-thing?" She paused for a few seconds, quietly dreading her next question, but pushed through with it none the less. "And have you seen a confused looking elf princess wander by here, lately?"
In truth, Naethra doubted she'd ever see Aerin again. At least not in any recognizable form.
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Retiaria flinced as she heard the howl, as it began to work its way under her skin... and then, it was nothing at all. She stared, almost dropping her trident as the howl petered out and the wolf lady was... sucked into Gwen's tits?
"What the fuck?"
She hurried over to her, staying by her as she recovered. "That is bloody insane... but yeah, thanks, Gwen. I really owe you one for that. Um... how do you feel? Are they, um..."
She poked one of Gwen's breasts curiously.
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Gwyn blushed at Neathra's praise, "I don't know. I was given an opportunity and up I took it."
She then bit her lip as Retiaria poked her boob, "mmm, it's a bit sensitive. We scan explore that a bit later."
She offered a hand to the tree wizard, "I'm Gwyn."
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Duran heard the comment about her larger chest which made the dragonborn briefly look at her own. The armor least did it's job of hiding a bit of her but the tightness is still rather a problem. "Yeah Naethra... I think I get what you mean. And I agree, I sure don't want any of us to ever experience such fear again..." With that she moved over to the new mage who has introduced himself as Lucius Drake. He seem as alright of a fellow as the rest of the group but the dragonborn can't help but under if his days of being male is as numbered as theirs was.
"Lucius huh? I'm Duran Crasin." The dragonborn said, smiling and offering him a hand shake. "It's nice to meet you. Seems you got the fortunate advantage of not having dealt with any weird changes so far."
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I give a polite smile and a slight bow "It's nice to meet you, my name is Oric Loth. I would certainly be interested in hearing how you ended up in the situation we found you in." I'm still weak with my lust, and my desire to request another session with Naethra was almost boiling over. With this new person present however, I'm able to resist. I focus on standing, keeping my thighs from rubbing together and spreading my sexual fluids even as my chest heaves with each breath.
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"Good day, Mister Drake," she said, offering the wizard a polite nod. "My name is Naethra. I... don't suppose you have any idea where we are? Or how you got here? Or why we just fought a magical wolf-woman-thing?" She paused for a few seconds, quietly dreading her next question, but pushed through with it none the less. "And have you seen a confused looking elf princess wander by here, lately?"
I blink, then smile, turning my attention to the... Dryad? Some sub species thereof certainly. "We should be in Gren'egal." I reply "or... somewhere near it." I furrow my brow "Though 'near' in this context isn't a terribly useful notion, but in any case, Gren'egal is the destination I was teleporting to when I landed here... I'm..." I clear my throat "Conjuration isn't my specialty, so it's conceivable that my execution was somewhat amateur, but I'm sure I wasn't off by much. Which answers your second question as well I suppose: by way of a working of conjuration, a teleportation spell my master said I wouldn't even manage to get to make sparks!" I beam, then frown "By which I mean... well anyway, I can't speak to your motivations, but I fought the... strange sub-species of gnoll because it attacked me, and it seemed appropriate to defend myself." I frown, and mutter "I'm unaware of any gnoll tribes native to the greater Gren'egal area, but... well they could always be lost I suppose... pity she vanished, there is much that study of her could have revealed and... what's that? An elf princess? No, I- well, I did meet one once, she consulted my master on a matter of unicorn husbandry an- was she an elf princess? No... no that was a gnome dutchess I'm sure of it..." I shake my head "Anyway no elven royalty since I arrived, no."
She offered a hand to the tree wizard, "I'm Gwyn."
"Lucius huh? I'm Duran Crasin." The dragonborn said, smiling and offering him a hand shake. "It's nice to meet you. Seems you got the fortunate advantage of not having dealt with any weird changes so far."
I shake the offered hands, somewhat absently "Erm, yes, pleasure... odd changes? Not unexpected ones at least. Not that I know of.... changes are something of a specialty of mine, but that's something of a different discussion.... I did feel a bit like some small prey animal when I first heard that howl, but I fear I blacked out for a moment, and the next thing I knew I was up that tree."
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"So, basically you're just as lost as we are, then? Lovely. Ah well, we should stick together. I've never heard of this Grenegal place, but let's just hope we're as close as you say." Retiaria said, offering a hand to shake. "I'm Retiaria. Good to meet you, Lucious."
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Ah, a humie wizard. Perhaps a tad scattered and disoriented, mentally and geographically, but still sane... ish. By the standards of humans who are also wizards, at any rate.
"A week ago, I was in Ymirhiem. It's one of the cities of old Seinhelm. Near as I can tell, we're all from different places, so far apart we haven't heard of half of them. We woke up in a dungeon, or some type of underground compound or dungeon after... a night of intensely visceral dreams. Intense, visceral, and profoundly erotic. You'll... probably notice that theme, around here."
Had that really only been two days ago? Or was it just one day and some change? Naethra had the nagging suspicion that time wasn't really 100% objective around here.
"I don't know where we are, but I kind of doubt this is near Gren'egal. Please let me know if anything seems familiar, though. I would dearly love to be proven wrong about that assumption. We woke up maybe two days ago, and ever since we've been fighting strings of depraved, corrupted, hyper-sexual monsters and beings. Kobolds and goblins with breasts as big as your head, and asses to match, to name some recent ones."
She lifted her spear, bringing its pearl-inlaid head up to where Lucius could easily see it, taking pains to avoid making the action look overtly hostile or threatening. "Do you see this pearly stuff? It was on all of our weapons, arcane and otherwise, when we arrived. Anything struck by them gets... aroused. Submissively and debilitatingly so. Our magic is subtly different too. Nothing gets hurt around here, just... insensate and cripplingly aroused. And things keep changing us. Retaria here is the least changed in the group, and the circlet between her horns doesn't come off."
It all sounded so strange when she said it aloud. How had all this happened? What the hell was actually happening here? How had she managed to do anything but just scream for the last two days?
"Does... does any of that sound familiar? We have no idea where we're going, only vague instructions from some type of creepy lascivious voice... from something that may or may not be a goddess, daemon, archfey, or collective hallucination... I have a theory, but I really don't like it."
She could go on, but she felt like she rambling. Maybe the human would know what was going on. Stranger things have happened, she presumed.
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I look at the... plant, having heard... well, most of what it said certainly. I may have been distracted trying to place it's exact genus via careful examination of it's... torso region, but I caught most of it "Well, I heard a voice in my dreams, it helped me master the teleportation spell.... did you say-" I blink, leaning back to get a look at the spear in my face. "...huh. That's... there's similar markings all over my spellbook... you say it fundamentally alters the effects of trauma?" I ask, adjusting my glasses "Would that be... some sort of transmutation, I wonder?" muttering mostly to myself "altering the properties of the phenomenon... it's a bit abstract, but I'm unsure... I suppose it could be an evocation based enchantment..."
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The woods are earily quite in the aftermath of the battle. Till perfectly mortal noises start to disturb the woods. The sounds of boots, and mail and the snapping of twigs. A female voice is heard, "I think the howling came from over here."
Another voice, "Don't be daft.. if they ran into here they won't be good for much other than being cute and maybe fetching your slippers."
The first voice, "Oh.. is that why you adopted the last victim?"
Around the bend in the road comes four humans carrying spears. They don't look very imposing and one of them in fact looks like they have little know idea how to even use that spear past 'point the sharp side at the thing you don't want in your personal space.'
"Holy heck! Did someone run the howler off?" They smile broadly, "Lets get you folks under a roof before another forest creature jumps out at us. I'm Moira and we're the road patrol from the village ahead." She well built, strong but not overly muscley. Her hands are callused. "We don't actually get out of the village much past here, The forest is a bit much for a simple patrol really. Still, glad to have found you in one piece."
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I smile, stepping forward and extending a hand in greeting "Ah, salutations.... we- that is, I and my companions, seem to have misplaced ourselves. Pray, tell us, how far is it to Gren'egal"
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Duran found herself lost at a lot of the words the mage said. But least he could understand the part about teleportation. "I.. hate to e a bummer, but... I think she didn't help you learn how to teleport but rather tricked you into getting teleported. Still.. least you didn't wake up in her dungeon like we did." However as she says that, she starts to hear noises from the quiet woods. Something marching this way and a feminine voice gives it all away. Duran step towards the direction, of the sound, wanting to stand in front of all the spell casters as the threats approach.
And yet, threats they did not look like they were much anything, just four humans with spears. A rather mundane thing at this point but Duran didn't at first lower her weapon. she focused on one girl, the one who called herself Moira eyes locked to her face as she didn't really think to look for anything else, or notice anything about the group. Just listening. "Um..yeah." she sighed in relief, hearing they are from a town finally got Duran to lower her weapon. "Whew, sorry, just was getting nervous after our last few attacks. Glad to hear there's a village nearby." Duran then watches as the newly met mage walks over to them for a handshake.
(Perception: 1 )
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"Finally, a village!" Gwyn looked pleased, then felt some needed modsty and used her arms to cover her exposed breasts., "uh, hi, the 'howler' shouldnt bother you all again. She's gone. Would there be clothes, I could acquire in this village? I'm, Gwyn."
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"Oh! Good day," Naethra said, looking over the group. Were their weapons pearled? Did they carry or arrange themselves in a military format? Did it look like they were hiding anything? By her estimation, no one in the party had much more than cantrips left. Another fight right now would be tough, but if the were as poorly equipped as the seemed, they could probably manage it... provided the didn't blunder into a trap, of course.
(perception 13)
"Pray, do you know where we are? I'm afraid to say it, but you're the first people we've met who haven't tried to assault or rape is."
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Moira crinkles her brow in thought, "I'm afraid I've never heard of that place. We call our little village Hope's Hospice. We know we basically live as we are on the whim of the Lady, but we most get by." They seem to be some place between the level of first year village Militia, and complete rookie village militia. They move like they've practiced together, but you are pretty sure even weakened you could bowl them over unless they got very lucky. Their weapons also have that now common seeming pearl tracing.
"I'm not surprised, the woods are wild in just about every regard. It's sin gone mad out here. But for now we can use the village as a way point for travelers from the depths." She looks over the where Gwyn is trying not terribly successfully to hide her assets. "We do have clothing there. Pretty simple stuff, but we can't cheat it into exsistace. That said lets get into the village before the gnoll queen or her goblin flunkies find you. You need to rest up at least."
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"I'll take what I can get. Thank you very much." Gwyn says gratefully as she follows them back to the village thinking she is doing a great job of covering herself although odd to walk with her hands in this position. "What do you know about The Lady? What's this gnoll queen?"
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"Duran was ready to go with the rest of the group when they are. Still these explanations were quite intriguing. "Hope's Hospice? Sounds like a glorious name... but you say you go by the whims of this Lady? How so?" Duran asks, a bit curious before nodding, also pointing to Gwyn's question on this so called Gnoll Queen. "Gwyn, if they don't have anything to fit you, I do have some normal cloths myself. I don't think you expanded too much pass my old frame of body." She suggested before looking back to Moira, another question popping up in her head. "Oh! And do you guys have a temple to Aircame?" So many questions, and likely more to come as the dragonborn is quite curious to see what a town will look like. Considering she lived inside a temple her whole life.
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As you start to walk Moira is happy to talk, "The Lady is the power that has sway here. Each of us were kidnapped from our homes and we made it here and decided we were not gonna get much further so here we stayed. So when I say we live by the whim of the Lady, I mean if she wanted to crush us she would, but she seems content to let us live as we have. We do end up paying tributes to the Gnoll queen though. At least this place seems.. Well.. Like home should feel.. most of the time.. You can drink from a stream in the woods and not become some kind of chaos warped monster."
To the dragon born she smiles, "We have small shrines to all the gods there. We've managed to clear a few fields so we have agriculture, a few years back we got a bit of brewing up and running and let me tell you.. That was a day to remember."
"The Gnoll queen has goblin lackeys and they all seem to have it in for questing hero types. They are a bunch of bandits in the end and they have a strong hold deep in the forest. Still we don't have a hope resisting them and when the queen marches with her army we stay the hell out of her way, and pay her what she wants. Still we do hide the adventures that make it to us, help them with provisions and if they want to keep going, give them a place to rest before starting out.. Almost always after the gnoll queens fort."
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"Thank you, so much!" Naethra said. "We'll be happy to repay your hospitality..." she was going to continue: ' by any way we can', but thought better of it at the last second. What did she say about cheating clothes into existence?
"Although... I should probably mention, we ran into a scantily clad goblin dancer and wolf-rider not too long ago. We defeated the wolf rider, but the dancer escaped. Should we expect retaliation?"
Should they expect the villagers to kick them out, turn them over, or conscript them to their defense? It was a tad risky to bring up, but it would be best resolved now, out here, while the advantage was firmly with the party. Naethra maintained her pleasant smile, carefully observing how these humans reacted.
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Gwyn gets a look in her eyes.
"So they seem like the type that could kidnap a elf princess?" She asks ignoring that she herself is wearing a tiara. Not waiting for any input from anyone else she offers, "We'll can have a word with the Gnoll Queen. Make sure she leaves you alone. Did you say brewing?"
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She sighs, "There may be some retribution coming. Hopefully she doesn't come after us. We don't have any forces that can stand up to her.. If she does come the best bet is to hide till she disperses her forces. We'll pony up a few Kegs and pretend we never saw you."
"An actual princess, There is no way she wouldn't be into that."
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Naethra very much doubted these people would turn on them... At least not immediately.
She grimaced as Gwyn volunteered the group to charge into the gnoll's lair. Duran would leap at the idea. Probably Oric, too. Red would probably like the rash heroism of it all, and if that wasn't enough she'd be easily persuaded by Geun and her recent endowments. There really were no two ways about this; they were headed after the gnoll queen.
It was a bad idea, of course, but she recalled the Lady's words... "Be interesting."
"We should set a trap," Naethra declared. "She'll likely send some goblins here to look for us and exact tribute? If you have any idea where they come from, we could set up an ambush. Reduce her available forces, hopefully keep her in the dark, but us all some time to take our next steps."
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I hang back a bit- every text on anthropology I have ever read has agreed that the appropriate course of action when among an unknown culture or people is to assume the role of silent observer, and that most of your questions will be answered in short order with a little patience... still, as they speak among themselves I can't help but to bend over and scoop up a fist-sized stone from the ground and rub it between my hands. After a few moments of concentration it seems to peel away from itself, unfurling into a simple but effective- somewhat scanty perhaps but better than what's currently on offer, and certainly plenty roomy- woman's halter top, which I hold out to the... well, the woman needing it obviously. "That should serve you in the short term." I offer "Though it will revert in an hour or so."
(minor alchemy)
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"Oh, thanks!" Gwyn takes the halter top from the tree wizard, "My arms were getting a bit tired. This is really nice, mate."
"um....what happens if I'm still wearing this when it reverts?" She asks as she's putting it on.
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Hearing voices and the sounds of armoured movement, Retiaria turned to face the direction it was coming from, shield covering her body and trident poised to strike. She didn't relax until they spoke, proving themselves to be friendly.
"Holy heck! Did someone run the howler off?"
"You mean that dog woman? Yeah, we dealt with her."
"Lets get you folks under a roof before another forest creature jumps out at us. I'm Moira and we're the road patrol from the village ahead."
"Sounds great to me! Name's Retiaria."
"We don't actually get out of the village much past here, The forest is a bit much for a simple patrol really. Still, glad to have found you in one piece."
"Heh, glad to be found in one, too. Lead on, Moira."
As they walked, Retiaria found it hard to keep her eyes from Gwen's enhanced and exposed figure.
"I'm afraid I've never heard of that place. We call our little village Hope's Hospice. We know we basically live as we are on the whim of the Lady, but we most get by."
"I keep hearing about this Lady. Who is she? What can you tell us about her?"
"The Lady is the power that has sway here. Each of us were kidnapped from our homes and we made it here and decided we were not gonna get much further so here we stayed. So when I say we live by the whim of the Lady, I mean if she wanted to crush us she would, but she seems content to let us live as we have. We do end up paying tributes to the Gnoll queen though. At least this place seems.. Well.. Like home should feel.. most of the time.. You can drink from a stream in the woods and not become some kind of chaos warped monster."
"Damn, that sucks. Gotta make the most of what you got though, right?"
"We should set a trap, She'll likely send some goblins here to look for us and exact tribute? If you have any idea where they come from, we could set up an ambush. Reduce her available forces, hopefully keep her in the dark, but us all some time to take our next steps."
"That sounds like a solid plan though. Only one flaw- what's in it for us?"
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Duran smiled upon hearing her talk of the shrines and something about brewing dreams. "Oh well I certainly will love to see it, along with every other part of your town." The dragonborn says with at ad look of wonder. Still she frowns a bit when she hears of the Gnoll Queen and how she bullies this town whenever she wants. Luckily Naethra clearly wanted to put a stop to this mad woman as much as Duran does. Maybe a bit more eagerly so as she is already thinking of traps. "Trap? Sounds a bit dirty Naethra... but well.. there's six of us and probably whole lot of her. I doubt she'll fight honorable herself."
All the more, when they point out that the Gnoll Queen is highly likely to have their missing princess it provides all the motivation Duran needs to go in. Blatantly ignoring the fact that every other adventurer who has may not of succeeded i since a lot of them go after her.
"That sounds like a solid plan though. Only one flaw- what's in it for us?"
Duran stopped upon hearing that from Red, looking over to her. "Why, to make sure she can't harm anyone else of course. Is there no better reason then that?"
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I blink... honestly that hadn't occurred to me but "well, given the third law of formic constancy, it should revert from the outer edges first, so the straps will come undone by themselves, it'll fall off, and turn back into a rock." I shrug. "
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I listen quietly as they speak, eyeing everyone with suspicion as I'm want to do. I'm relieved someone else mentions the goblins we fought as it means I can remain silent, but not for much longer as our services are offered. I clear my throat and focus on speaking without letting my arousal impede me "While taking care of the gnoll queen sounds like a great idea, I can't imagine we're the most capable people to have ever come across her. I have some experience in combat from before coming here, but my capability is limited to short bursts. I'm not capable of dealing with a drawn out battle against a large number of goblins. I imagine a gladiator also has little experience with those kinds of drawn out combats, and our paladin has little experience with combat in general. I could go on, but the point stands our best bet is to avoid the situation all together. Running into a fight we can't win doesn't help anyone." I've been called cowardly plenty of times because of how often I encourage the groups I'm with to avoid combat, but I'm still alive, and the people who refused to listen generally aren't. Even if the gnoll queen has our princess, it's likely far to late for us to do anything, and it's not like we knew her well enough to warrant going for revenge.
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Naethra listened to Oric and Red. She was surprised the cleric didn't jump at the prospect of fighting the gnoll queen. Evidently, she had at least one sensible team-mate after all.
"It's in our best interests, Red. The dancer escaped, so she knows about us. If she sent out a party to attack or abduct us just because we were here, I think it's pretty likely she'll send out more now that we've cost her a soldier. It may not be tactically sound to hound us, but... well, how many people and monsters have we me who were absolutely obsessed with defeating and claiming us? It seems to be a running theme around here. Do either of you honestly think she'll just let us pass now?"
"And if this is the only friendly place in the area, it makes sense for her to look for us here. So we know a detachment is coming. Coming after us. It isn't something we can avoid, not reliably. They know the land, after all, and we're stumbling about effectively blind. So it makes sense to stage an ambush. At the very least, it'll give us a better chance of surviving that party, and it'll deny her forces to use against us in the coming days. If we can get even a decent idea of where they're coming from, what approach they'll take to this... Hospice, then we can get the jump on them. I think you're right about our odds in a direct fight, Oric, but I also think that fight is coming to us one way or another, and we'd be foolish to discard a chance to turn the odds in our favor."
She hadn't realized it until she said it aloud, but a hospice wasn't exactly a hospital or haven... it was a place where people went to die in comfort. That... was a decidedly morbid name for a village. She couldn't tell if these humans were more likely to know dwarfish or elvish, but...
"Hey, Red?" she added in infernal, her accent a tad guttural form ill-use. "Maybe... let's keep an eye on our hosts. I'm not so sure this place is as safe as we're assuming..."
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Duran was surprised to hear Oric too was disagreeing on the idea of dealing with this Gnoll Queen. "But.. surely something has to be done? We can't just let her go around bossing the entire forest around!?" The dragonborn asked, a bit shocked to hear Oric just not want to deal with such evil. Then she blinked and growled lightly. "Wait little combat experience!? Did you not see that I held my own pretty well?" She said a bit frustrated but mostly just thinking in the back of her head.
"Crap, how in the abyss does she know?"
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I let out a weary sight "If we have to set up a trap, there's one I saw years ago during my travels with a dwarvish inventor. He created an airtight box out of stones he melted together with fire and ran a metal into it. He then used lightning magic on the metal and the box exploded, sending the stones flying in all directions. He told me it would work with things other than stones."
Glaring at Duran I speak slowly and clearly "That's how kingdoms work. One person goes around bossing other people around until someone manages to take them out and replace them. If anything she sounds better than the random people we met on our way here. Can you imagine if those goblins had been in charge of the forest? There's no way there'd still be a town here. We know next to nothing about her and you've already decided she needs to be deposed. Then what? We take over? Or a random goblin takes her place once we're gone? Dealing with nobility is a lot more complex than just punching them until they agree with you."
I realize I'm letting my elitism show again and try to real myself back in "Your movements aren't those of a seasoned fighter, and you show hesitation in combat. You aren't bad, but you're movements are rehearsed. You've been taught how to move and fight but haven't had the chance to develop your dynamic battle sense. You just make use of what you were taught without modifying it to the specific circumstances. At least that's how I see it."
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Gwyn looked to reply to Red as she says she didn't want to take on the Gnoll Queen, "Retiaria, we have to do it. It's important to help these people." Gwyn,then slid her finger along Red's horn, "also it would mean a lot to me. I don't know what I'd do if we didn't try to stop them and save the princess."
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"Why, to make sure she can't harm anyone else of course. Is there no better reason then that?"
"Yes. That's the dumbest reason I've ever heard."
"It's in our best interests, Red. The dancer escaped, so she knows about us. If she sent out a party to attack or abduct us just because we were here, I think it's pretty likely she'll send out more now that we've cost her a soldier. It may not be tactically sound to hound us, but... well, how many people and monsters have we me who were absolutely obsessed with defeating and claiming us? It seems to be a running theme around here. Do either of you honestly think she'll just let us pass now?"
"Or we can just keep moving so they can't find us, and kick the shit outta them if they do. We dealt with that dog bitch just fine, and the goblins."
<"Hey, Red? Maybe... let's keep an eye on our hosts. I'm not so sure this place is as safe as we're assuming...">
Red nodded, and replied, also in Infernal, <"Gotcha. Best to assume nowhere's safe until we're out of the Lady's domain.">
"If we have to set up a trap, there's one I saw years ago during my travels with a dwarvish inventor. He created an airtight box out of stones he melted together with fire and ran a metal into it. He then used lightning magic on the metal and the box exploded, sending the stones flying in all directions. He told me it would work with things other than stones."
"Ooh, that sounds pretty nasty! I like it. How would we make one, though?"
"Your movements aren't those of a seasoned fighter, and you show hesitation in combat. You aren't bad, but you're movements are rehearsed. You've been taught how to move and fight but haven't had the chance to develop your dynamic battle sense. You just make use of what you were taught without modifying it to the specific circumstances. At least that's how I see it."
"Yeah, no offense Duran- you've got the basics down well, but it's obvious you're greener than Naethra's tits."
"Retiaria, we have to do it. It's important to help these people. Gwyn,then slid her finger along Red's horn, "also it would mean a lot to me. I don't know what I'd do if we didn't try to stop them and save the princess."
"Why? Their business ain't our problem. I don't- ahh!" She moaned as Gwyn rubbed her horn, closing her eyes and leaning into the elf's grasp."Ooh... well, I...mmm... I don't want to upset you of course... but I still think it's not worth the trouble..."
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Gwyn makes a face with her attempt failing. " I just thought it would make a good story. As I try to make my own story. Think of it, we venture in, take down an evil queen, rescue a princess, and save a village. It's a classic story. A story that I get to take back on our adventures and share endlessly spreading your name, mine, all of ours name as heroes."
Gwyn then looks away from Red, "but, if you'd rather stay here and settle as some anonymous net fisherwoman, that's your call."
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Walking a brisk pace the group makes it to a significant clearing. In fact it's massive.. You see broad fields of corn and rice..wheat and grapes and many many vegetables. An orchard of fruit trees.. only about half of which seem to have a feminine appearance.
in town you can see large swaths of dormitory style housing, a black smiths shop, a general store, a brewery and a large Inn with a massive overhanging awning creating an open air space full of tables. It is to this inn that Moira leads you. Through the town you see the people, mostly women, but some few men, all of whom seem to be.. well simple peasants. You realize that Moira's patrol may be the most martially skilled among the town folk. One of the buildings you pass by is little more than a roof on pillars with small stone shrines each adorned with a crude representation of one of the nine gods, a tenth shrine with many small stone figures in a circle, and one golden shrine that simply has an extended hand open as if waiting for something to be placed inside.
A big woman, almost as if a dwarven woman, only nearly six feet tall meets you at the open air table, "Hello there! Good to see you survived the woods. Welcome. I'm Gavin innkeeper and mayor of this little town. You are welcome here as long as you choose to stay. I'll be honest, if you stay.. You'll likely be joining us dirt grubbers.. Although, no one who left to seek adventure has ever returned. We like to think that they move on deeper into the Lady's domain.. Maybe they even reach the end of it."
A table nearby with three significantly rougher figures erupts, one of them A huge man stands up, "Enough of your fear mongering woman!"
One of his companions a figure in a large cloak puts a hand on his arm and speaks in a breathy extremely feminine voice, "You don't have much room to talk. Still we agreed we go deeper after a nights rest."
Gavin shakes her head, "I just tell it like it is. You lot are welcome to a meal and a drink, we've beds for you too. You can think about it and let us know how you feel later." Moira whispers something in her ear, "Oh hell.. Get out a keg of the good red, tell the baker to start some of those fruit tarts. They'll be on the warpath but if they can't find them they'll move on like always."
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I look around as we go, eyes always scanning. "Interesting arboreal notions." I mutter as we pass the trees "Is it meant to be art? A commentary on the nourishing nature of the female form?" This said, however, seemingly only to myself and not actually a question.
When we arrive I give a formal bow to Gavin, and introduce myself, then frown at the group the next table over "...somewhat unsociable aren't they? Regardless, have you a library, by any chance? I need to determine jsut how far off target I was if I'm to correct my spell sufficiently to reverse it."
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Duran shook her head, not quite wanting to believe in what Oric was saying about the situation. "But how do we know she even reels them in at all? how do we know she's a real queen and not just wanting to be called that? She certainly doesn't seem trustworthy either if her minions attack on sight." Still as she tries to argue further over why they should consider dealing with this Gnoll and not let her go by doing what she does, Oric started to point out just how inexperience she really is in combat And though Retaria's words were harsher, even with a 'no offense', it seems the dragonborn's sudden annoyance was more aimed at the cleric. "I.. I can handle myself just fine as a paladin. Including in battles." the dragon's cheeks were a slight redder then it's pink coloring before she gave a huff and turned away from the two. Well the group in general, focusing more on just moving on towards the village.
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And well, if she was still in a bad mood by the time she reached the village, it melted away at the sight of it all. The town was something rather breathtaking. Form fields full of crop, to trees full of fruit all leading up to the many buildings that seem to shock and wonder the dragonborn. As the group walked though, she couldn't help but twirl and look around, trying to take in the sight despite how mundane or basic it is to everyone else. She stared over at the housing, the black smith, the brewery, and even looked in wonder over the sets of shrines for the gods. Though she found it odd to see a golden shrine that sticks out making her wonder just who that one is for. Maybe the god or goddess this town directly worships? Either way they soon get into the Inn and make their introduction with the innkeeper. The dragonborn again looking all around at the tables and booths, though more surprised to hear the voices of other figures. Perhaps adventurers like them?
Still despite their talk, the dragonborn seems rather distracted. Loosely looking around and failing to hide to the rest of the group how little she's seen of any village or town before in her life.
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"Oh, my," Naethra said As the group was led to the town's open inn and the giant dwarf (with a masculine name at odds with her body) bartender / mayor. This place was much larger than she had thought. With farms, a smith, an inn... There had to be at least a hundred souls here. And they were all taken by the Lady?
She couldn't help but wince when she saw Gavin hear about the goblins. The town was much larger than she expected, and while they didn't look like they'd be much in a fight she had a hard time believing they could be bullied and extorted by a group of goblins as small as the ones they had encountered.
"Pardon, but how many goblins would you expect are coming?" There were other questions on her mind, but this seemed the most pressing. "Any idea when we should expect them? Or where they'll come from?"
She looked out around the village, it's surroundings, and it's orchard. She noticed a disproprtionate number of women... But these were all people who had spent time in this place. It looked like the militia girls and Davin might have gotten off light.
(Perception: 11)
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Gwyn took in the impressively sized village. Like her teammate, it was larger than expected. Not that either of them knew what the other was thinking. Or did they? No...no, they did not.
Following along to the open air table area Gwyn felt comfortable enough to take a seat. "Thank you. A rest and a safe place is welcome. Gavin, did you just find yourself here one day? Where did you wake up? Or did you born here? By the way, I like the sound of the drink and tarts. Really appealing to my heart there. Thanks"
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I chuckle at our groups new mage "I'm pretty confident you landed exactly where you were supposed to. The one who taught you the spell was the lady who rule this place and kidnapped the rest of us. Only difference is she made you kidnap yourself."
I chuckle at the dragonborn, appreciating the distraction she's providing "No need to get so offended. It's not like I'm saying I'm much better. You're doing fine, it just means you have room to grow. Besides physically I mean."
Looking up at the mayor I find myself feeling genuinely small for the first time in quite a while. I push that thought aside as she speaks, chuckling a bit at her comment about the risk of going deeper "Honestly, my time here hasn't been half as bad as some of my time spent in the Wilds. Seeing your companions collapse in a puddle of their own lust is far superior to seeing them torn apart and devoured by wild beasts. I'd much rather end up as a tree or small rodent than face some of the fates my older companions ended up with." I try and keep a jovial tone, but it's obvious some rather dark memories have surfaced as I speak.
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I look around as we go, eyes always scanning. "Interesting arboreal notions." I mutter as we pass the trees "Is it meant to be art? A commentary on the nourishing nature of the female form?"
Moira shakes her head, "There are creatures out there.. spend too much time in their thrall and you end up more plant than person. One got obsessed with our need for food.. She kept dropping them off.."
When we arrive I give a formal bow to Gavin, and introduce myself, then frown at the group the next table over "...somewhat unsociable aren't they? Regardless, have you a library, by any chance? I need to determine jsut how far off target I was if I'm to correct my spell sufficiently to reverse it."
Gavin shakes her head, "I'm afraid not. We are pretty simple folk here."
"Oh, my," Naethra said As the group was led to the town's open inn and the giant dwarf (with a masculine name at odds with her body) bartender / mayor. This place was much larger than she had thought. With farms, a smith, an inn... There had to be at least a hundred souls here. And they were all taken by the Lady?
She couldn't help but wince when she saw Gavin hear about the goblins. The town was much larger than she expected, and while they didn't look like they'd be much in a fight she had a hard time believing they could be bullied and extorted by a group of goblins as small as the ones they had encountered.
"Pardon, but how many goblins would you expect are coming?" There were other questions on her mind, but this seemed the most pressing. "Any idea when we should expect them? Or where they'll come from?"
She nods, "Every one of us woke up in a cell on a marble alter. Some of us used to be adventures, Some of just got lucky."
She moves behind counter drawing drinks off a tapped barrel, "I saw the look in your eyes. Trust us.. We could probably fight off one party.. but if we went to war.. they'd bleed us till there wasn't a village left. This life might not be much, but it's what we've carved out. As to the goblins.. I don't know how many will come.. I know there is literally no end to them once the war starts."
She slides the beer down the counter to all of you, "If they come here.. We have to hide you, because we can't have you fighting here."
She nods to Oric, "It's true.. None die under the lady.. but.. We'd prefer to keep our simple lives.. than to have them become even simpler We still have a few joys.. and not all of us have been rendered compleatly useless."
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Gwyn quickly drank her beer as soon as it came down.
"That's just with plants, right?" Gwyn asked a little concerned about how long she spent as a half rodent-girl, then thought about Neathra, "For the plants, is there any cure for that? Not that we need one."
"I don't want to start a war. I'm thinking we just go covert. Sneak in, save the princess, and kill the Queen while we are at it." Gwyn proposed then wondered, "How are there so many goblins here?"
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Gavin shakes her head. "Once in her power we haven't found a way. The alchemists has let us communicate with then.. but that's all so far."
She fills your mug again "as for the goblins.. no one dies.. and half the adventurers who fall join the goblin ranks."
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"I just thought it would make a good story. As I try to make my own story. Think of it, we venture in, take down an evil queen, rescue a princess, and save a village. It's a classic story. A story that I get to take back on our adventures and share endlessly spreading your name, mine, all of ours name as heroes. But, if you'd rather stay here and settle as some anonymous net fisherwoman, that's your call."
Retiaria laughed at that. "Damn, I'm an absolute bloody idiot, aren't I? Why the hell didn't I think of that? You're right, that'd make one badass story! Fuck it, I'm in then."
"I.. I can handle myself just fine as a paladin. Including in battles."
"Pff, yeah, just not on guard duty..." Retiaria chuckled.
Walking into town, Retiaria didn't seem particularly impressed, but she was very glad to finally be out of all those trees and stuff. Bleh. Give her a proper town any day, thank you very much.
"Hello there! Good to see you survived the woods. Welcome. I'm Gavin innkeeper and mayor of this little town. You are welcome here as long as you choose to stay. I'll be honest, if you stay.. You'll likely be joining us dirt grubbers.. Although, no one who left to seek adventure has ever returned. We like to think that they move on deeper into the Lady's domain.. Maybe they even reach the end of it."
"Yeah, fuck that. No offense meant of course, but that's not the life for me. We're gonna kick that gnoll bitch's ass for you!"
"I just tell it like it is. You lot are welcome to a meal and a drink, we've beds for you too. You can think about it and let us know how you feel later."
"Much obliged."
"There are creatures out there.. spend too much time in their thrall and you end up more plant than person. One got obsessed with our need for food.. She kept dropping them off.."
"Yeah, we ran into one, I think. With the stabby tendrils? Naethra here used to be a tiefling." She gestured at her green companion.
Taking a mug of beer, she raised it in toast and said "Cheers." before sampling the brew.
"as for the goblins.. no one dies.. and half the adventurers who fall join the goblin ranks."
"Well, that's fucked. Makes sense though, I guess. Hey, how come no one dies here anyway? I mean, what is it with the Lady and making everyone horny?"
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Gavin shrugs. "To be fair none can know the lady's mind." She shakes her head as serving girls walkabout with platter for all of you. "Near as we can tell.. she about sinning freely.. she wants you to give into dark or shameful desire.."
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I blink at her "... really?" I am clearly enthralled by the notion, so much so that I forget my other question and wander over fora closer look at the trees "A naturally occurring polymorphic effect? Beasts with natural abilities clearly falling within the school of conjuration or evocation are well established of course, but transmutation is generally considered a much more subtle art- requiring a definite will and specific visualization of effect beyond the scope of 'kill it' or 'go there' that beasts are usually able to bring to heel..." I knock on one of the trees, by pure chance on one of the growths that seems to reflect the shape of a breast, bringing my full talents as an avowed student of the school of transmutation to bear to see if I am, perhaps, intended to be the butt of a practical joke and these are indeed intended to be art. It would not be the first time...
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Gwyn drinks her beer, happy to have a little intoxication and relax for a little while. Not that she ever wanted to show how tense she could be.
Gwyn got an idea of the time, and she sits here and drinks, she's not going to remember to get the fake shirt off in time. Gwyn stands up, "Two important questions. Where could I acquire some clothing? Also, where is the bathroom?"
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Duran was listening to the conversation even as she curiously tried what was offered on the platter. And if there was a mug for her, the alcoholic drink. Though what followed was her coughing a bit as she blinks, looking at what she just sipped, then, drinking it again. She listened to the group talking about what's going on with the gnoll, the goblins, and this Lady. "Dark or shameful desires? That's her whole stick when she's trying to get you morphed into a plant or rodent?" she says with another small sip, looking then over to Oric and surprised the dwarf compares this situation as much better over fighting in real battles. course Duran can't argue that when she's never actually fought someone to the death.
"Hmm.. I saw you had several interesting places like the armory having a building to itself... and.. was that also a kitchen that got it's own place? Eh, anyway, I noticed the shrines. Who's the golden one for?" she asked Gavin curiously.
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Gavin looked over at Lucious. "I assure you they are people and should be treated with respect. "
To Duran she looks and smiles, "Who else but the lady?"
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Duran's brow suddenly scrunched up and it was not because of the taste of the drink. "I.... see..." She looked rather annoyed at hearing about it but tries to look away to hold off her comments. Muttering something very low to herself. "That blasphemous fiend. How dare she..." Either way she takes another sip before asking one last question. "And the smaller ones?
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Gavin nods, "We didn't put it up.. and the other shrines are for the nine.. and the hero's of the fall. Your friend wears a trinket of one of them."
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I blink, quite confused for a moment by what she means. They're trees, obviously, and if they were people before... "everyone knows that formic matrices are only so stable, they degrade over time if an alternate form is held too long until the matrix warps and the new form becomes default- which takes a GREAT deal of sustained magical energies and effort to achieve, usually some ritual or some sort of heavily enchanted object to hold the enchantment stable." I explain, my tone somewhat pedagogical. "It's why such workings as baleful polymorph are short lived and expire with a lapse in concentration on part of the caster."
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"Yeah, what he said!" Gwyn said trying to go a ling. She had no idea what was said. But she got the idea that her questions were a bit off topic, so she sat down and nested what was left of her second beer.
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"Thank you," Naethra said as Gavin put the tankard in front of her. She bit her lip... or pursed it, at any rate. She didn't have teeth, and she hadn't really thought about that at all until now.
She cast a look at the arbor and Lucious tapping on one of the tree's breasts. She wondered if she might have been planted here. Just how close had she come to joining someone's orchard? She shuddered as she wrapped her delicate green hands around the vessel.
She looked down at the... ale? She had been thirsty for a long while now. She hadn't said anything about it, but her water skin had run dry yesterday, and she was almost painfully parched. There was... a very real chance that the drink was poisoned. Spiked with something. But the other adventurers were drinking it, and Naethra was too tired and too thirsty to really stress out about it. It could be a trap, but it seemed like a low-probability one. She took a long, deep draught.
This... felt good. The sun was warm. She didn't feel hungry. For the moment she was safe, or as safe as she was likely to be here.
Of course, the last time she took a moment to savor how not everything was catastrophically falling apart, she turned into a plant. She let slip a grim chuckle over the rim of her (half empty) tankard.
"So... what have you been able to figure out about this... Lady? Or this place? I'm guessing we're not in Escain anymore."
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She nods, "We are definitely not home. I'm not sure where we are.. but it's certainly not home. It may be the inside of her bag of holding for all we know."
Then a loud bell starts to ring and ring.. and ring some more as Gavin goes pale. "Hell.. there is a gnoll and at least fifteen goblins on the way."
The three adventurers stand up grabbing weapons, "finally.. some action!" They start towards the edge of town Gavin calls out.
"No. Come back we'll hide you!" The big man makes a ride gesture and keeps on walking. She looks at you. "Please tell me you'll be sensible. They are walking into their doom."
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I blink, quite confused for a moment by what she means. They're trees, obviously, and if they were people before... "everyone knows that formic matrices are only so stable, they degrade over time if an alternate form is held too long until the matrix warps and the new form becomes default- which takes a GREAT deal of sustained magical energies and effort to achieve, usually some ritual or some sort of heavily enchanted object to hold the enchantment stable." I explain, my tone somewhat pedagogical. "It's why such workings as baleful polymorph are short lived and expire with a lapse in concentration on part of the caster."
That... was almost comforting. Naethra used to like listening to the elven wizards debate the fine points of theoretical spellcraft. She couldn't work any of the magic herself, but sometimes they had her keep notes on lectures or meetings. The humie was a specialist, and while she knew the fine points of that knowledge were beyond her grasp, she could follow the general thrust of this...
"Lucious, you're right, but I suspect you're arriving at the wrong conclusion," for the moment, she decided not to mention the spells of the elven mages of Sienhelm. Humie spellcraft lagged tragically behind, and that information didn't really seem pertinent to the point she wanted to make.
"Yes, permanent transformations require more energy and articulation than most magic. And we have all seen, first hand, that those are going on here. If you follow the logic, it isn't impossible so much as it requires a tremendously dangerous amount of magic. That is practically everywhere here."
She locked her eyes with the human wizard. "Tell me, do you think this is going to wear off any time soon?" she asked, fingering some of the leafy vines of her hair with one green hand. Her tone made the question utterly rhetorical.
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Gwyn stands up, "we're a bit tired, but we can take a few goblins right? How do you expect us to hide?"
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Retiaria kept quiet as the others talked magic stuff. She knew nothing about that sort of thing, so she chose to enjoy a free pint instead.
That changed when the bell began to ring. "Sixteen of them, and nine of us? I like those odds..." Retiaria said with a grin, downing the last of her ale and standing up. "What do you think, ladies? Shall we take up these fine folks' offer of hospitality, or shall we have some fun?"
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Gavin shakes her head, "They will have well rested spell casters.. these are not basic goblins. " she looks at the bare, "We get you to the back room of the inn and get the goblins piss ads drunk"
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"So we are supposed to hide in back with the staff and ignore goblins taking over the inn?" Gwyn asked falling back on her asks in the seat. Maybe she didn't quite have the momentum for a fight that she thought she did.
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I scowl at the magicians overly academic statements, and apparent surprise at something quite common out in the wilds "You aren't much for practical study are you? Stuff like this happens all the time out in the Wild. Though much less frequently than in here. Given the way you talk I can only hope it's the result of a poor education." I take a drink and give a light frown, pushing it away. The worst part of my dwarven heritage is the need for strong drink, and obviously this town couldn't manage that with such limited resources.
I sigh as the adventurers leave "Well, hopefully they get blamed for our efforts. If we hide it's likely they wont even realize they're looking for us." With red commenting that she likes those odds I scoff "Count again. I'm out of power. So you'd be going into battle with eight people, three of which are foolhardy idiots, and none of which are clerics. That's a recipe for disaster even if you were just going up against the Wilds themselves, let alone enemies in them."
When Gwyn ads in her two scents I begin to get visibly angry "Oh yes, because charging out, dying, and making them angrier is so much more helpful. If you want to die I won't let you drag innocent people into it Gwolneir!" I blink as I finish talking and immediately turn away from the group, correcting myself quietly "Gwyn. I said Gwyn." I stand and move towards the innkeeper "Show me where you want me to hide."
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Gwyn gives a look as Oric gets her name wrong. "Gwolneir? That's not even close to Gwendolyn. Thinking of something else?"
Gwyn relents, "We should wait, and let this pass. But I do have an idea. I do have enough energy left for a spell. I could disguise myself as a goblin and sit with them and get information."
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Naethra frowned.
The three other adventurers were rushing off. Pooling them together, and assuming the wizard would fight with them, gave them good numerical odds. The best they were likely to get, all things considered. Hiding would mean leaving those others adventurers to their doom... but the bar keeper didn't seem to think that was much of a loss.
She had to know about all of this. She had to have a good idea of what the goblins were capable of, and she really didn't think fighting here and now was a good idea.
Hiding would mean losing three fighters. But those three were unknown quantities... no telling how competent, effective, or trustworthy they were. Alternatively, while they wouldn't be able to rustle up three decent fighters from this village, if they could control engagements, fight the goblins in smaller groups...
Two of them had been a terrible challenge. Naethra still remembered the binding arrow. And her magic was tapped almost dry. She didn't imagine anyone else in the party had anything useful left after the wolves. That sealed it.
"I'll hide," she said to Davin. She took a last drink of her mug, emptying it. "Where do you need me and what do I need to do?"
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"Count again. I'm out of power. So you'd be going into battle with eight people, three of which are foolhardy idiots, and none of which are clerics. That's a recipe for disaster even if you were just going up against the Wilds themselves, let alone enemies in them."
"Damn it..." Retiaria grumbled. "There's no glory to be had in hiding in a damn basement..."
Still, this was frustrated, petulant grumbling, not belligerent grumbling. It seemed Orin had been quite convincing.
"We should wait, and let this pass. But I do have an idea. I do have enough energy left for a spell. I could disguise myself as a goblin and sit with them and get information."
"That could work, yeah... you sure you can pull that off though? I'm not bad with disguises myself, but goblins are kinda small..."
She glanced over at Orin, wondering who or what a Gwolneir was.
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"Red, think of it as that tense moment in the story where the heroes are down and could potentially be stopped before their story begins. Will they get found out, or will they turn this into an opportunity? The spell should do the appearance, as long as no one touches me, we should be...yeah, this might not be a great plan."
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Gavin leads you into the inn. The indoor area is mostly a small parlor and she leads you into the back room where there is spare chairs for the tables and a wardrobe where there are a few spare uniforms for bar wenches including underwear and shoes.
"It will be fine.. you can see most of the town from the window but try not to be too obvious and before you go outside. Remebr they have wolves and can smell most tricks. I'm going to put some food on and that should mask you."
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"Red, think of it as that tense moment in the story where the heroes are down and could potentially be stopped before their story begins. Will they get found out, or will they turn this into an opportunity? The spell should do the appearance, as long as no one touches me, we should be...yeah, this might not be a great plan."
"I guess that would make a good story..."
Retiaria allowed herself to be led into the back, scooping up a fresh pint and some snacks as she went.
Eyeing the uniforms, she had an idea. "Hey, how well do the goblins know this place? Could Gwen- or hell, any one of us- disguise ourselves as a barmaid and eavesdrop on them that way?"
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I reply to her, again blinking quickly, not really hearing any of the other conversation going on- I didn't even properly register the bells. "Certainly I do not mean to imply that it is impossible, it's entirely possible with the proper magical power- more likely delicately applied and held over time rather than simply a tremendous amount, but either way, certainly possible. What I am saying is that if an underlying matrix has been warped into the shape of, say, a tree, it is no longer really sensible, or perhaps it may be better to say no longer meaningful, that it is a person, rather than a tree..." my voice trails off as I parse that last question "...did you not start off that way, my dear? It's... certainly difficult to say when it may revert, if the caster is maintaining focus on you, then it could be indefinite..." I adjust my spectacles, looking her up and down carefully "I'd need to know more about the specifics of the spell... I suppose I could try to identify it? I have the spell prepared."
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I don't even ask if it's a good idea before I start pulling out a bar wench uniform to change into. A bit of extra safety can't hurt, and I don't lose anything by doing it thanks to my armor being transformed. I find the one most appropriate for my body and begin to change, stripping down once our host has left to begin cooking.
I give the store room a quick once over before settling in by the window. As I do I realize the uniform I put on, the only one appropriately sized for me, isn't particularly clean. I try and activate the magic of Violets emblem only to remember I'd already used all its magic for the day. With a small pout I tell myself it's not that bad. It had obviously been washed after its last use... just not with any particular care. Maybe it no longer had an owner so they figured they would have the next person clean it more thoroughly?
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Gwyn feels concerned about time running out on her temporary shirt. She follows Oric's lead to take one of the uniforms. She pulls her shift off and strips down to her bodice. She pulled out an outfit from the pile that she thought might be her size. She sighed a bit. She had a soft spot for a busty bar maid. She just never thought she'd be one. This was making her actually want to keep the royalty look. Stupid ruined clothes. Ok, ruined clothes was related to saving everyone. Couldn't be that bad.
The redhead got dressed in the outfit and tightened up the corset vest pushing her breasts even more up, which was not something she needed. She slipping into a pair of shoes and adjusted her tiara. She took it off and looked it over. The dull metal, looked like a basic accessory. Wasn't out of line with the rest of her outfit. She put it back on and waiting and looked out the window.
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I was pulled from my private calculations somewhat as buxom women began stripping all about me and dressing again in somewhat... suggestive outfits. "I erm..." I clear my throat, feeling somewhat.... well, it's not that conducive a state to diligent study, shall we say... and I speak up "Do you erm... need assistance with any of those straps, ladies?"
No reason I can't be a gentleman, and I can hardly help but look, given my observant... "Oh! How curious, I didn't expect a dwarf to speak goblin..." I adjust my glasses to look at a mark on Oric's underwear, and my eyebrows shoot up "...curiouser and curiouser..." now hardly seems like the moment to avail myself of the offer, but, given the naked flesh around me, it was good to know.
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I look at the wizard with a quirked eyebrow, then suddenly realize what he's talking about "Hmm? Oh! No, I don't. I just had to take these from some goblins. No clue what it means. You can read it right?"
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My eyes sparkle and I lean back "Why, yes- I'm not quite fluent in goblin, better at the spoken tongue, but their writing system isn't... I don't mean to say it is simplistic, but it is more... contextual, and thus simple, short messages are quite easy to parse, even if they can be a bit vague. The mark there is one of ownership" I explain "Denoting that the marked object belongs to the indicated individual or group, in this case, it notes you as belonging to everyone, with... yes this underscore here-" I poke at the relevant line "acts as an intensifier, denoting a disposable nature... the BEST translation I could give is 'free ride, have fun, no need to be gentle, highly replaceable'" I smile, happy to have been able to help.
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I blush deeply at his comments, pressing back further into my chair "Well I assure you that wasn't intentional! As soon as I find some other underwear that fits I'll be sure to dispose of these."
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Through the window you can see the three approach the incoming squad of goblins.. At their head is a gnoll.. her head appears to be a feral timber wolf and she does not look happy.. From this distance you can't make out what they are saying, but the man leaps through the air and connects with the ax! The gnoll is knocked off the biggest damn wolf you've ever seen. The other two fan out only to stand shocked for long moments starring at two goblins in dancing silks.. it's like they are utterly mesmerized..
Two arrows strike the ax man ropes spiraling out and the gnoll approaches the bound man. Then.. She licks his face.. Once.. Twice... Three times... Each time his muscles seem to soften..something glowing flows out of him to coalesce in the gnolls hands.. a sparkle shows it to be a crystal.. and the man simply falls down unconscious..
The dancers change their dance and ribbons wrap around the other two.. They are drug to their knees helpless.. as another goblin lays a hand on each forehead.. A flash happens.. and then each one is kissing the feet of the dancer who had them enthralled.
Then the group starts to head into the town after putting collars on the two women.. The gnoll sniffs at the air.. The group approaches the inn. You hear them out in the open air area, "A group of six missfits from the below hurt one of our girls, took her crystal.. We want it back and we want them.. These there were dumb enough.. but he injured me.. made me look bad in front of my girls.. You'll need to make up for this.."
You hear Gavin, "Of course Food and Drink is as always on the house for your brave warriors."
"Stop it human.. where are the other three?"
"I really have no idea what you are talking about, That was the whole group, and to be honest, I think you've done us a favor on this one."
"Me and my girls will be searching this little village of yours.. starting with your little inn.."
"Of course you are welcome anywhere, my home is your home.. Let me fetch some of the special reserve for you so that you can do your searching well refreshed."
You can hear the wolfish snarl, "Be quick about it.."
Foot steps come upon the back room and Gavin comes in to see some of you dressed as bar wenches, "I'm not even going to ask. We have to take deeper measures.. those fools have gotten her anger up and she's not gonna be satisfied till she turns this place upside down. I've got one more trick up my sleeve." She reaches into her dress and pulls out a small bag, "Or rather up my bodice." She shakes out a half dozen green and brown pellets, "She can smell power.. She craves it.This is an alchemical disguise. She won't be able find you while you are under it's effects.. Just swallow it and think of something commonplace." She quickly fixes the disorder done to the uniform ward robe making sure that every pantie, shoe and dress was in the right place before getting a small wooden cask. She sets it on a chair for a moment before handing you a water skin, "Hurry.. I won't be able to distract them for long!"
She walks out of the back holding the cask, "Are you ready for the really good stuff!?"
(each member of the party holds a pellet..if you take it please report what commonplace thing you are thinking of when you consume it. They can hear foot steps approaching the doors.. a short gait.. possibly a goblin..
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Gwyn watches and is annoyed when some people get collared. She whispers, "are they just going to take people? I look forward to being rested up and killing these people. At least leaving them is mindless lustful bliss."
Gwyn got the directions. She wasn't sire what the items did. Was it going to make them appear as an item? Gwyn assumed it covered smell based on almost nothing. She thought about beer. She may have had beer on the brain.but that was her thought while she consumes it.
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"Well I assure you that wasn't intentional! As soon as I find some other underwear that fits I'll be sure to dispose of these."
"Why bother with underwear?" Retiaria asked. "Never saw the point of it myself."
Peering out at the fight, Retiaria muttered "Damn... okay, fair enough. Maybe hiding was a good call..."
Thinking quickly, she stowed most of her weapons in her bag of holding, leaving herself armed with just the easily concealed dagger. If they had to hide, a nice big, pointy stick would make things awkward.
"She can smell power.. She craves it.This is an alchemical disguise. She won't be able find you while you are under it's effects.. Just swallow it and think of something commonplace."
"Commonplace thing like what?"
Retiaria's mind was blank, panicking as she heard the goblin's footsteps approaching the door to their room. And into that blankness came Orin's last words.
As soon as I find some other underwear that fits I'll be sure to dispose of these.
As soon as I find some other underwear that fits...
Underwear...
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Duran nod to the plant to hide in the back room. Hearing a bit of refusal, she chimed in. "Trust me, I want to stop them badly too, but I'm worn out... we live today, fight hern ext time." The dragonborn said, sounding a bit disappointed in her own words. Still with them all slipping in the back, she watched for a moment as a few of time try to go for the bar maiden outfits, which does get Duran curious enough to look as well but deciding it naught be something she can really or want to get away with wearing. That and she needs time to slap this armor off of her anyway. Then there's the reveal that what Oric was wearing was a tad bit mocking to her according to Lucious. Leading to the dragonborn snickering just abit before looking out.
Spying the battle in the distance the dragonborn couldn't help but watch it unfurl. They didn't stand a chance and while it went down the dragonborn find herself blushing abit at a bit of the fight. Something bout what happen to the two woman made her feel strange. A bit flushed with excitement for some reason. That sensation however died almost instantly when she saw the collars and knew of their fate. Duran giving a low growl. "Damn... those bastards... this is why they need to be stopped." When the Gnoll started to turn to the inn, Duran ducked out of sight, listening as the creature got closer, demanding three more adventurers. Does she think those three people was part of their group? Or did another group cross the Gnoll?
It sounded like they are bound to be found when Gavin gives them each a special item to save their skins. "Commonplace?" Duran asked, not sure what she meant but having little she could consider that would fit. Her mind tried to race on what that could mean. Look common? Like one of the other woman. She knew little of what they do or wear. But the outfits of the other woman of the town started to remind her of the Temple. The raggedy outfits that she wore on days of cleaning. Course he had better cloths to wear, but those were reserved for days of prayer and events. Those cleaning cloths, raggedy, cheap, worn, were more ideal for cleaning and scrubbing down the building. Making sure it was something easy to dispose of when it got torn up by manual labor. "Yeah.. that'll work." she mutters to herself before taking her turn to swallow the pill with a bit of water to help it go down.
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"Hells..." Naethra murmured as she watched the other adventurers fail. Spectacularly so.
There were far too many. They were far too tough. Taking them all on would only end one way, even if they were rested. She was trying to think of a way the whole thing could work when Gavin returned to the room. Sh left before Naethra could ask about long-term side effects.
She stared at one of the pills, with a sinking suspicion of what it would do. Nothing for it, though. They were still looking for three more adventurers. They didn't realize that those three weren't part of the party, despite looking nothing like any of them, so apparently the dancer didn't relay the best intelligence. No... they were searching on the basis of power, on potential ability to fight.
Maybe she could just disguise herself as a bar maid? Stash her focus and weapons somewhere, toss off the armor, and put on a uniform... she certainly didn't look like a plant last time the goblins saw her, and without her focus there'd be nothing to make look like a fighter. She certainly didn't have the figure for it. But... what if they weren't working off of appearances? Something she said, about power, and that... thing with the crystal, made her doubt that the disguise would work. And time was of the essence.
With a groan, she tossed one of the pills into her mouth and tried to think of something commonplace. There were always books strewn around back home, but those seemed a tad incongruous here. No, best to think of something that belongs in an inn... her mind drifted to the tankard she'd been drinking from. One of many, certainly.
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I watch the proceedings at the edge of town with a bemused interest. Three people with sticks and sharps bits of metal attacking five times their number of the same? The math there wasn't too difficult to parse. The magic the larger group displayed however, quite intriguing... Just what sort of Crystal was that? It seemed some sort of distillation...
I'm also befuddled when I'm handed a small pill. I'm WELL sure that it's very unwise to consume anything alchemical when one doesn't know precisely what it does, and I'm not sure why the handed it to me anyway. I'm not who the gnoll is looking for, I just arrived, so why should I fear? Still... no, wait, that crystal WAS a distillation, but I have enough familiarity with magic to see just WHAT sort of distillation, now that I think about it. He somehow pulled out the man's essence... it makes sense I suppose, spoils of war from someone who attacked you and yours, gnolls and goblins tend to be a bit tribal, but still... if he's interested in power, well... I mean /I/ have power... just robbing me because I am here would be barbaric but... well, gnolls aren't the most community oriented and honor-driven group I've ever interacted with...
So it's a risk either way. A large risk, and I don't much like it, to be honest I don't like much that has happened since my teleportation spell went off course, but... well...
I swallow the pill, thinking of the most common thing I can on short notice: a common farmer. Noble in his humble profession, tending the crops that keep society running... given those trees outside, probably someone with an orchard rather than corn or wheat fields.
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I don't like taking these pills without knowing the details, but I know there's no other option. I swallow down the pill and try and think of something simple... my mind jumps to the goblins, a small joke at their expense, before re-focusing myself. I do my best to think of a comfortable chair, as the back room is sorely lacking one and my ass is starting to hurt.
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The effects of the pills start to wash through your bodies almost moments after taking them.
Lucious pressing against the window still somewhat aghast at seeing the extraction.. Then the warmth floods his body as he looks out at the fields thinking of the farmers, watching women in the orchard he loses his balance for just a moment tumbling out.. but landing on her feet. Her clothing is adapted looking just like the women in orchard.. She shakes her head.. Layla the farmer knows she's needed in the field and her feet put her on that path without thinking about it.. Lucious the wizard fades to the back ground.. Layla the farmer is in the driver seat for the moment.
Naethra looks at the tankards.. leaning against a shelf for a moment as the warmth of the pill flows through her body. Then she feels the room growing around her. Her body stiffens turning wooden. Hollowing as she settles on the self. A wooden tankard ready and eager to be filled with beer.
Gwyn feels her body bloating getting round becoming squat. She looks at her skin as it darkens into wooden brownness. She lets out a quiet hollow thump as she hits the ground her body shrunken and bloated into a wooden keg. Then she feels her hollow body filling. Truly excellent beer fills her leave her proudly holding her prize.
Duran focuses on the cleaning that was once done in the temple the simple cleaning cloths that he and other novoices used. She feels weak at the knees and leans onto the table.. Her body folds and falls crumpling in place as she falls on the table with barely a whisp of sound. She rustles once before the rag sits on the table excited for the messes it will clean.
Retria feels the warmth and her legs going wobbly as she sits down in the open wardrobe. Her body seems to collapse in on itself growing redder and redder as it does softening till she flops into a pile of underthings. They all seem the same size as her.. as her body finishes reforming.. The red panties await the time they can cover and cling to one of the working girls of this inn.
Oric's thoughts are quickly drawn to the chairs in the room but thinking of one a bit more comfortable. She shudders as her body starts to feel puffy.. softer...then her legs get stiff. She settles next to the table as she feels her body touching the floor in four points. Something seems to rise from her back. Her body seems just slump she finds herself looking upward at the back of a chair as her body softens and sinks looseing all its definition. The comfortably padded seat chair awaits the chance to prove it's worth by supporting and comforting the rears that set upon it.
The room goes quiet. Then the goblin opens the door and looks around. She starts to poke around. Lifting the cleaning rag, sniffing it.. then dropping it back on the table where it starts to soak up a bit of water. She looks at the chair, “ooo.. a nice one....” She pats the Keg.. “oh.. and some more good stuff!” She calls out, “Hey boss Gav was holdin out.. there's another Keg of primo and the girls were hiding the nice chair!”
The voice of the Gnoll sounds from the next room, “Bring them out then!” the sound a tankard hitting the floor can be heard, “clumsy fool!” a splash is heard.
The goblin grabs the Keg and pushes the chair out. The Keg is set into a stand to hold it and a tap is twisted in. Pleasure floods through the wooden body as she is made ready to fuel the party. The Gnoll looks at the chair, “Oh much nicer!”
An unfortunate serving girl enters the room after the goblin leaves. She strips out of a filthy uniform and piles it into a box in the corner grabbing a new one. She quickly snatches the red slightly warm panties and puts them on wigging her rear into them as they are flooded with feelings of pleasure and content doing their duty. She slips into the rest of the uniform and tucks the rag into her belt and grabs the misplaced tankard on her way back out to the common room....
Layla the farmer makes it out to the orchard and is greeted by two others, “Hey.. I'm Alma, and this is Alexander.” The two women have welcoming smiles, “You must be new. Hope you know how to fertilize and determine ripeness.” Layla is an old hand and knows all about keeping an orchard going. She plucks the first fruit feeling a sense of rightness and satisfaction at keeping the town fed another day.
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As I settle into my new form I'm awash with contentment, a giddy appreciation filling me as the goblin saves me from the empty storeroom. As I eagerly await the lovely ass that will make use of me a part of my mind listens closely to what the group is saying, trying to discern any useful information I can through the haze of my chaired form.
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Aw, the goblins just left her here on the shelf!
Wait, that's a good thing. A very good thing. Half the reason she focused on this. They took the keg and seat, err... Gwen and Oric. With luck, they'll leave them after their fun. Things could get very bad if they decide their cleric would look good at their lair. And... what happens to Gwen when she's drunk?
Tankards can't feel fear, not as tieflings and plant-people can. There's no circulatory system to thunder, no pulse to quicken. But Naethra heard another tankard crash down. Hopefully these things are sturdy. Hopefully she doesn't have opportunity to find out first hand.
Hopefully someone fills her, maybe makes a toast, fuzzy ale and soft lips and... no, no... try not to focus on that. Instead Naethra tried to think tactics. The ambush wouldn't have worked against so large a group. They'd need to divide and conquer...
Assuming they're ever animate again, of course.
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The serving girl yelps as a goblin pinches her butt. She hurries to the counter and fills Tankard from the regular tap. The ale rests inside fuzzing softly.. the head billowing up around the rim.. The goblin smiles at the drink that is set down in front of her. She takes a long drink.. her lips on the rim feel like a lovers caress. Tactics spring to mind.. Tactics like using the wider base to ensure that the ale doesn't spill even when the table is shaken..
The gnoll smiles and stands up. Holding her beverage. "I certainly hope your not holding out on me Gavin. I'd hate to have to invite you out to the fortress again.." Her rear descends onto the cushion.. Chair needs to make a charisma save..
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I moan as I'm sat upon, my soft cushion cradling her rear as my attention is briefly drawn away from their conversation and consumed by being the best chair I can be. [Charisma save 10+1=11]
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The gnoll party leader, the best source of intelegence settles into her seat.
I moan as I'm sat upon, my soft cushion cradling her rear as my attention is briefly drawn away from their conversation and consumed by being the best chair I can be. [Charisma save 10+1=11]
That brief attention slip extends, and extends, and deepens. For Chair the whole world drops away but supporting the rear on the cushion. the gnoll makes meaningless mouth noises but all that matters is the language of muscles and shifting posstion. The Chair is able to exert itself to shift the cushion to maximize the sitters comfort. At least for as long as it has energy to put into it.
Across the bar the bar maid takes the pink cleaning rag and starts to soak up spilled Ale...
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Duran gasps mentally. A rag? A RAG!? She was going for an outfit to blend in yet here she is as a rag that fell on the table and soaking up all this sweet sweet water. Godsi t feels good to get it in her, almost worthy of a moan of pleasure. But just as she thought she can relax, she's picked up by a woman. "Oh no." Duran thought. "This could blow my cover and I need to get the rest of that water.. I mean that can blow my cover."
She tried her best to keep calm. To not think or focus to hard, to not speak. Just want ot make sure under no way she gives herself a way in such a vulnerable form near this Gnoll. That however doesn't help her when she suddenly feels herself placed on a puddle of ale. As if this strange sudden sensation of pleasure and fulfillment for cleaning washing over her isn't enough. Her head starts to spin and feel suddenly light as she absorbed the alcoholic drink. Almost as if she might as drank several glasses of it. All to herself.
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The bar maid rings out her rag into a bucket and walks around the bar swinging her hips. She presses the rag onto the dirty table where the gnoll is drinking.. The gnoll sniffs the air a few times and grabs the hand the rag flopping in it.. The gnolls claws barely touching the rag as her nostrils flare.
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Such bliss, such pleasure. Being ringed out some how felt like the best sensation of her life as her head continued to spin and twirl about. Everything felt so good and happy until a gnoll's hand slapped down on her.
That's when the fear returned again. But this time it wasn't artificial like the wolf's howl. This time, she feared this. This sensation. She knows she's helpless and the gnoll is right there. Her claws right on the fabric as she seems to be breathing in, hunting. Her fear sobered her up just enough to try not to move. To say anything to even moan a bit from the liquid she's still absorbing. One wrong move, and it coudl be all over. "Aircame guide me...."
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The Gnoll lets the barmaid go, "Stay away while I'm here.. I don't want you rushing me.." Duran is able to simply lie still flat... soaking up more spilled ale as a simple rag.. Just be the rag and everything is fine.. She moves away and cleans up some spilled goblin food.. only to dunk the rag into a water bucket wring it out and start cleaning spilled ale and food anew.
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Layla blinks... wait, I mean... I blink? I... of course. I smile at the others, "I'm new" I say, finding my own soft voice... surprising for some reason, though I couldn't tell you why. "But I'm not THAT new." as I go about the tasks of gathering the fruit- this one here looks like it would make an excellent pie- Layla, erm... I do like pie.
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The woman introduced as Alexander smiles, she is dusky skinned but light haired with a fairly thin body, specially for what has been seen around here. "You do seem to know your fruit, Good, these girls are special without them it would be hard to keep this town going. I hope Gavin doesn't get beaten again.. She takes on so much for us."
Alma however is the picture perfect farmwife. Stoutly built with wide childbearing hips and an calm look about her, tanned skin and brown hair, she doesn't look like the sharpest knife in the drawer but if the ox died you could hook her to the plough and get through the season, "Thats why she's the mayor.. She can keep us safe." She pats Layla's hand, "and it's good to have you with us." She turns and picks up her fruit bowl and some of Lucious can poke through.. the part that has trouble takeing her eyes off of the saying rear of Alma.
Till Lucious goes back to the back ground leaving those feelings behind with Layla Being on the farm has lots of advantages as Layla watches the two of them move down the row of trees.
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My eyes do linger- I've every been one to appreciate beauty wherever I may find it "Alexander... that's a somewhat odd name, is it not?" I ask, genuinely curious "...Beaten? I thought everything was..." I reach reflexively for my book, I always have it on me but... wait, what book? I was going to show them the pearling... "Erm, pearled? Nothing causes damage? I'm sorry if I'm being foolish, I really am new to the area."
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Alexander nods, "If it bothers you, Just call me Alex, or Lex." She looks away for a moment before getting a bucket with a long handled dipper, "They are.. THey leave her a moaning mewling mess when they are done... her girls at the Inn have to hold her hands and let her know those feelings aren't real for days.. It turns out too much of the wrong kind of pleasure.." She lets it hang in the air as she hands you the bucket, "here.. go feed the girls here in this section.." You wonder for the just a moment before you realize that it's some form of plant food.
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Duran tried and successfully stayed still. Focusing for a moment to being the rag she was trapped as. But as she is picked up and carried over to be ducked in a bucket of water she felt relief. Safe from the Gnoll and just as importantly ready to clean again! This sensation at first surprised Duran but before she could ponder why it felt so good, she wiped up more bits of food and ale, making her head rush again as a pleasurable sense of fulfillment courses though her body.
"Just... gotta.. be the rag..."
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[Voluntary wis save for Retiaria to stay Retiaria: 5+1 = 6]
"Whoah, I feel..." Retiaria's speech was cut off as she fell, landing in the wardrobe. It was... why was it so big? No, wait, she was shrinking! And... collapsing! She stared at her hand, opening her mouth to scream as she saw her skin take on a clothlike texture, and the limb shrink away. But no sound came out. Panties didn't have lungs, or mouths. And that's what she was now. No longer a gladiator, just a pair of red panties lying atop a pile of similar undergarments.
She was panicked at first, but that soon subsided. This wasn't what she was meant to be! She was... it was... what had it been? A fighter? Whatever, that didn't matter now. It was now a pair of panties, and it was going to be a great pair of panties, for whoever chose to wear it! It knew it once had a name, but that wasn't appropriate any more. You wouldn't call a bra a skirt, and you wouldn't call Panties a Retiaria.
It laid there, content in its new state and eagerly awaiting its use. Thankfully it didn't have to wait long, as it soon felt itself being picked up, pulled up over smooth legs to cup her wearer's buttocks. Gods, this felt so good! This... being worn, gently and comfortably squeezing against its wearer's ass and vagina... it was made for this!
After she walked out of the back, Panties felt a pinch, through her to the serving girl's buttock. It wanted to comfort her, to let her know everything would be okay, but all the thin fabric could do was press gently against her and provide a little warmth.
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Gwyn wants to scream as the spell takes place, but alphas the awareness to not do so. She shrinks down and feels stiff as she widens and becomes rounder. She can't move as she feels her body becoming wood. The emptiness fills up with beer before she's hauled out into the hall. She can hear the voices of the party awaiting her liquid. Her ass is tapped as she shares her booze with the awaiting crowd.
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<<a continueation of Layla/Lucious>>
Layla: I blink, still a bit befuddled... it's not uncommon for me in any case, being a bit befuddled, but somehow I just seem half a step behind the world for now... catching up.
"Umm... oh, right." I take the dipper and ladle it out at the base of trees as I pass.
DM: As the dipper flows over the base into the roots the tree gets greener starting to soften from bark as it does above the knees.
Layla: Curious, I reach out to feel the change- these are strange trees.
DM: The green part is soft and warm like flesh. Lucious sees the shift from the alchemical food follows it from what would be hips to eyes.. The girl tree squirms a bit under her hands though.
Layla: A squirming tree, well I never... for some reason I can't quite place this enthralls me. Well, why shouldn't it? I'm an orchardess... lady of the orchard? What's the nomenclature for this? Oh who knows, in any case this is an unusual tree so of course I'm interested in it. I feel more around the tree, curious and intrigued, and pout another dipper of the food out to see what it will do
DM: As the dipper is poured the tree sways a bit..Layla realizes she is over fertilizing... The tree's curves get.. curvier.. breasts growing heavy inviting and green..
Layla: Well that's... transfixing. Odd to see on a tree, is all, of course. What other reason would there be? I stop fertilizing of course, I don't want to damage the thing, but I cup a breast, curious to see it's feel and heft- so unusual for a tree
DM: The breast is warm and soft overflowing the edges of the hand in this hyper fertilized state. Some sort of nectar beads at the tip of the nipple as the body shivers and shudders
under Layla's hand.
Layla: A curiosity that has always been a key part of my world view drives me to give the 'nipple' a soft pinch, and to lick the nectar from my finger, curious to find if it tastes the same as the fruit the tree bears.
DM: The nectar is even sweeter than the fruit itself causing you to lick your fingers clean.
Layla: "mmmm..." I almost purr, but pick up the ladle and move on to fertilize the other trees, I don't want them to be forgotten, their fruit is important
DM: The plump green tree sways as you leave breasts rocking back and forth heavy with that nectar. Each tree you fertilize softens swaying as if enjoying the feeling of sun and breeze on their softened skin.
Layla: I go about hte circuit until I've either fed all the trees or run out of fertilizer, then go back to that first tree, running my hands back over it and having another taste of that nectar- is it sap perhaps? Could it be distilled into a syrup?
DM: The tree leans forward slightly pressing those big heavy breasts forward as you savor more of that fruity sweetness..
Layla: I don't put my lips directly to it, that would be terribly uncouth, but I do milk it a bit with my fingers. The tree is leaning forward... should that be concerning? Might it's canopy sway too far as it moves, and it lose fruit?
I realize that, as I ponder this, I'm licking the tree directly, trying to place just where I may have tasted that flavor before...
DM: The nectar leaves a warm feeling in your belly as you lick and taste the tree, milking it into your mouth. Layla moans tasting it.. Layla starts to take over for Lucious knowing that the concentrated nectar would enhance her attributes as well. The alchemist would love to get her hands on some, but first.. you got it flowing...Layla gets the rewards.
Layla: It's all so... disorienting. I mostly forget just what I'm doing as I try to place the taste... Lyl- I mean I can't help but imagine what extra fun I could have with a little more... padding.
That thought echoes oddly in my head, but I cant worry too much about how or why, why shouldn't I think it? Maybe I could get one of the other girls around here better tempted if I were more... tempting, is all. That's a thought that doesn't seem odd at all, and I continue to lick at the tap, some corner of my mind pondering if some sort of cider could be made from this.
DM: It will very likely make a great cider.. or some sort of sweet wine. Layla can feel her chest growing.. feel her rear straining her panties as well..
Layla: Well... I don't want to get TOO out of proportion... I... reluctantly, stop, standing up straighter. I wobble for a moment, having to get used to things moving differently, and wipe my mouth with the edge of my sleeve- I wipe off the tree as well, for good measure, and go off to report to Alma that the fertilizing is done. As I tug at the top of my bodice I wonder if she'll notice the recent improvements.
DM: You can find Alma loading fruit into barrels, she takes a look at you, "couldn't resist huh?"
Alexander smiles, "Pay up.."
Alma hands her a copper chit.. "Oh.. I'm of a mind to make you pay for costing me.. I was certain you could make it to at least day two.." Her eyes along your body, "Should definitely make you pay for that."
Layla: I blink, blushing "I... beg your pardon? I've no money, as I said, I only just arrived and..." why am I blushing so furiously? I fidget with the top of my bodice again, not making eye contact.
DM: Alma smiles and presses up against you pulling you in. "I can think of things other than money you can use." You feel a hand on your rear giving it a squeeze.. "come with me."
Layla: Well, I'm blushing all the more furiously... I mean I was thinking to flirt but... well this is almost indecent, isn't it? I feel my face burning as I stammer "I uh... yes ma'am." I don't even try to move her hand, I figure I'm in trouble... I just got here, and all I know is orchard work, will they kick me out??
DM: She smiles and runs her fingers along your bodice then walks towards the brewery building.. On the way A gnoll stops her and starts to sniff her before looking up at you..
Layla: I jump at the gnoll's attention, pulling up on my bodice "I c-can, ermn... are you in need of something? refreshment? We've just brought in the day's hervest, it doesn't get any more fresh!"
DM: She sniffs at Layla.. "hmmph... " She plucks one of the fruits.. {book marked for possible alternate ending} "have you seen any fresh adventurers in town today? Besides our three new pets that is."
Layla: I blink at him again, still blushing "well, no, I haven't seen anyone, I don't get out much."
DM: She leans into you sniffing again... but then moves along leaving you to follow Alma.. {bookmark here if you want to play a bad end later}
Layla: I follow Alma, all the more flustered even than before, with that gnoll sniffing around.. it scares me.
DM: She leads you into the brewery.. the smell of yeast permeates the air.. She drops a basket of fruit into a bin.. then smiles and beckons you towards her. "No one comes in here this time of day.. and those nasty goblins already checked this building."
Layla: "I... huh? but.... clearly some people do" I tell her, going over at her beckon "I mean, we're here."
DM: She smiles and starts to undo the ties on your clothes, "Yes.. and no one else will till tomorrow at the soonest.."
Layla: "I uh..." I squirm, starting to get an idea what she has in mind, I'm not THAT naive "Isn't there, erm, something else we need to tend to?" I ask, looking around like a deer caught in headlights... notably I do not stop her untying the straps... it's hardly the place of a common farm girl to be demanding.
DM: Layla's top falls away to the brewery floor, "Those gobbos are disturbing everything.. We'll be fine taking a break while they rummage around." She turns presenting the ties to her top as well.
Layla: I stammer, my arms... well, form some strange reason it's NOT quite my reflex to cover myself, though I move to do it after a moments thought- it should be my reflex, right?
Layla is quite befuddled, this is... with another woman? But... well, Lou is quite intrigued... though this is all through enough of a strange filter that it's hard to quite figure out what Lou is thinking. Though it's his hands that reach out an pull on the strings holding Alma's bodice until they come undone
DM: Alma turns and seeing your look of confusion kisses you letting your breasts press together enhanced and feeling so much more sensitive from the nectar..
Layla: I gasp- whatever I was thinking- and I think a lot, never stop really- I stopped thinking it then, and express my sudden lack of specific thought with a low moan. I reach up and wrap my hands around her waist... that should be easier shouldn't it? It seems like I'm usually better at reaching all the way around a woman...
DM: She pulls the ties for your skirt letting it flutter away into a pool around your ankles.. Her hand reaches up and expertly caresses your smooth sensitive breast that over flows her hand..
Layla: My eyes bulge- I know that it's hardly the right thing to do here, but I freeze, going stiff, barely daring to breathe- again I would liken it to a startled deer. That's... so a new, novel sensation... did the nectar really make that big of a difference?
DM: "oh yes.. the gift of our girls are a potent arousal potion unprepared.. for the next day or so.. I'd bet the smallest touches.." her hand slips down into the panties and gently brushes Layla's sex, "send all sorts of feelings through you..
Layla: I was going to ask 'unprepared?' but it came out more as 'un-ooh gods what?" as I felt her hand slip into my underwear. I moved to take her wrist, to pull her hand away from me, but I was entirely too slow- her finger didn't have far to move, then I started to get weak kneed, my pelvis leaning into her without my direction
DM: Her finger starts to move teasing your sensitive folds.. her other hand squeezes your breast as her thumb explores your stiffening nipple.. "and a few other things.." She lets go of the breast and pulls downward on your panties.
Layla: I gasp- it's becoming a bit redundant at this point, but my hands keep fidgeting, switching tasks between pulling her hand away from my breast and my sex faster than any progress can be made on either task, leaving her quite free to do as she wishes. "O- oh! other things?" I ask, timidly.
DM: two fingers now press into your sex thrusting, "another side effect of that nectar.. one reason it's used for betting between us.."
Layla: I was going to prompt for more information. I had all the words picked out and everything, I was just taking a minute to get them into a nice row, but then her fingers... and...
well my words weren't very cogent but my body language was probably pretty clear.
DM: she presses you down.. letting your body crumple to the floor like your discarded skirt.. the spreads your legs and starts to lick.
Layla: So I learned a new thing about myself today.
I learned it as I wrapped my legs around her head and let my hands fondle my breasts, further stimulating myself.
I'm a screamer. This is a surprise.
I really want to know what the other side effect is, it seems important, but... well, damn, nothing seems quite so important as Alma's tongue right now, it's hard to imagine anything else could be.
DM: She lashes you with her tongue listening to you scream.. she lifts for a moment to smile your juices dripping from her lips, "You'll obey any command of the first person who makes you orgasm.." She dips back down and licks again going harder and faster.. the notion of falling into this womans control.. the idea.. is intoxicating..
Layla: It takes a moment or two for her words to filter through my arousal fogged brain- a few moments longer for them to get reassembled enough to make any sense.
I can almost taste the sweet nectar on my lips again as I feel her down there, I can hear myself cry out- something in the back of my head is telling me this is a bd idea, I should get away, I should- but it's so obviously wrong it's laughable. How could this revelation be more important than cumming? And I'm SO CLOSE too! I pinch my engorged breasts, panting and bucking.
DM: As you hover at the edge one of her hands squeezes hard on your soft yielding cheeks.. sending a new spike of pleasure through you as she licks even harder feeling and tasting how close you had come..
Layla: I can't really say exactly when it happened- it was such a new sensation, with... but that doesn't make sense, I'd orgasmed before, hadn't I? Of course I had, but... well I suppose the nectar is just that intense, because the feeling isn't quite like anything I'd felt before. I let out a LOUD and particularly vulgar goblin phrase as I grabbed Alma's hair and felt myself climb past the point of shuddering orgasm.
DM: She smiles and sits back as your body wracks with the intense orgasm..as Layla's eyes clear she Sees Alma naked pointing to her sex...
Layla: Befuddled doesn't REALLY begin to cover it, but my senses are starting to come back into standard specifications, so when I see her there pointing I'm not sure just what she means. Yes, that's her sex, what about it? "I... huh?" I ask, finding my voice to b e a little raspy.
DM: She similes,"your turn sexy.."
Layla: Oh... well that makes sense I suppose. Fair is fair. I lick my lips and clear my throat, voice still a little raspy "I uh... I'm not terribly..." I'm blushing again, but not much use bothering with it now, I lean in and begin to lick, somewhat... well, exceedingly tentatively.
DM: Her hands grab your head pulling in... encouraging you to go a bit harder.. "I'm gonna orgasm.. and then your gonna get some fresh air..."
Layla: I'm... not entirely sure what she means by fresh air? It gives me a chill though... or that could be the air of the brewery on my bare skin, really can't tell- but I've got more pressing matters to focus on. I begin applying my keen mind to the task of bringing this lady to orgasm, testing to see what works best, and reinforcing those techniques.
DM: You put your keen mind to the task of unraveling the female orgasm. it's awkward at first but licking and twisting this way and that. Soon she starts to squirm bucking slightly. It feels good to help her feel pleasure.. It also feels slightly light headed as you start to get short of air, but re-purposing your keen mind to the duty of pleasuring others starts to make it happen.. She relents giving you a breath before pulling you in again.
Layla: Breathing? Well... that's concerning.
It's a quiet voice in the back of my head, mostly sounding like someone observing and taking notes, he just pipes up now and again... seems to think that my lack of concern about being short of breath is noteworthy.
I'm not sure why, I gasp in a deeper breath, and along with it the scent of my current lover, and I'm back on task- I've always been a quick learner when I set my mind to it.
DM: And learn quickly you do. Each moment a new lesson in how to bring her pleasure. It feels almost like these lessons are replacing other things.. but that can't be important know.. what matters is her trembling body getting closer and closer from your actions.
Layla: I take pride in my quick capacity to learn, if I'm forgetting anything I'm sure I can learn it back... if it was even important. I push myself, trying to see just how quickly I Can get her over the edge
DM: With your redoubled efforts she soon stiffens and moans spurting juices down your face bucking squeezing you between her thighs.
Layla: I sit up, smiling, and reach for my clothing. A job well done... that voice in the back of my head notes that something else was said that was probably important, but... well I can't very well parse it at the moment, if it's important I'll be reminded, that's how all such things work isn't it?
DM: She reaches up and pulls you down next to her, "No need to go yet." Her hands gently roam your body. "I'd like to take some time to explore you."
Layla: I jump, caught off guard somewhat... which I suppose doesn't make much sense, it's quite consistent with observations thus far, but... well I suppose I was elsewhere for a moment "I uh-" I'm blushing again... "thought you did that a bit ago?"
Layla: I try, unsuccessfully, not to squirm
DM: She smiles at your squirming running fingers along your body very slowly, "I'm taking my time about it this time." She giggles and rests a hand on your hip, "You came out with a very pleasing shape.."
Layla: "Oh uh-" I try to scoot away a little, her hands.. with the nectar, it's driving me crazy "just trying it on for size, not quite sold on it yet."
DM: She smiles, "you should keep it.. it looks good on you.. and I think you lok and feel good in it." Her hand cups one of your breasts again gently squeezing.. it does feel.... very good.. and then she lets it fall gently against the other one.
Layla: I mean to say "i'll take that under advisement" but it comes out more as "Ah- umm... I'll... good advice." as the spike of sensation from her hand ambushes me.
DM: She smiles, "I know it is" she gives your butt a nice squeeze as well. "or are you that eager to et back to work?"
Layla: "I uh... Guess I'm just new in town" I reply, reaching up to cup her breast in turn- it seems an appropriate enough thing to do. "A little lost, don't want to make a bad impression"
DM: "well" She arches her back, "Your making a very nice one on me. Makes you want to just nap the afternoon away in pleasant arms.. of course there are lots of tree friends you could make too."
Layla: I blink "tree friends?"
DM: Like the one that fed you that lovely nectar silly." She kisses you soft lips pressing against yours.
Layla: I kiss back- that being something I feel more familiar with, but her soft lips send tingles all down my spine... That nectar is still working on me, and I can feel myself... Heating up again. That's probably not good...
I notice that I've pushed forward with my pelvis towards her during the kiss, and I pull back to break it off "I uh... Umm... It seemed like kind of a one sided relationship..."
DM: "I have it on good authority the plant girls love being touched." She smiles and runs her hands down your back as she pulls you into another embrace
Layla: I squirm more actively in her embrace... That voice in the back of my head seems worried, like there was somewhere I should be or something I should do that I'm forgetting. "I uh... Should probably... They'll need all hands on deck to deal with the towns guests won't they?"
DM: I don't want to go out there and get pawed by goblins" She shakes her head, "Still if you want to, go for it."
Layla: I hesitate, and sit back. Getting pawed at doesn't SOUND too great...
/That's all I'm getting done in here though/ the voice asserts, and I reach for my clothing to get dressed again. "I uh... Fresh air." I say, the wording coming from a memory of something Alma had said earlier "just going to walk around about and see if I can clear my head."
DM: You are able to exit the brewery.. and you didn't realize how much time you had lost while having sex and cuddling.. the sun has lowered in the sky painting the town in orange light.. Something in the back of your mind says something happening in the Inn is very very important..
Layla: Well, I head there- I'm not good at remembering things, so if I remember this one it must be important
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<<oric's day>>
The chair's brief attention slip extends, and extends, and deepens. For Chair the whole world drops away but supporting the rear on the cushion. the gnoll makes meaningless mouth noises but all that matters is the language of muscles and shifting posstion. The Chair is able to exert itself to shift the cushion to maximize the sitters comfort. At least for as long as it has energy to put into it.
I press up against her rear, moving ever so slightly to massage her weary cheeks. She chose me, so it's my duty to tend to her as best I can
The gnoll lets out a sigh as your subtle massage helpls relax her rear. The exertion does take it's toll however. (Oric loses one HP) The vital energy spent makes it that much harder for Oric to keep her essence from blending more and more with the chairs. Her rear wiggles on you as she lets out a small moan of pleasure making more mouth sounds at the others around her.
I make an internal sigh as I relax. I need to spread out my attention. I let her ass settle deeper into me, trying to touch as much of her rear as I can. but... it's not as nice as Naethras... I find myself longing for a plump green ass that brigns back memories of a situation completely contradictory to my current state. When was that? I remember being in a forest... why?
The rear sinks deeper into the soft cushion of the chair as the ower of it leans forward as if grabbing something.. Then leans back relaxing with her drink.. after... who knows how long the pressure starts to lift.. {charisma save}
[4+1] no! where is she going? I feel an immediate emptyness. I strain myself, trying to encourage her not to go. To stay and relax, to enjoy sitting on me.
Oric hears her start to speak, "We need to fan out if we can't locate"....She gets fully up.. and chairs are nothing without rears.. So chair is nothing now fadeing away into dreamless non existence.
{{book mark this spot to return to later}}
The chair dwells that way for an unknown time till the shadow of a plump green rear looms above it.
The barest hint of a thought arises, a desire to be sat upon by that rear.
The plump green rear decends almost as if granting a wish from the chair.. slowly pressing down into the cushion.. Wider and smoother.. and less clothed than the gnoll's
I rejoice internally, hugging that ass, attempting to caress and massage it . So big and lovely, just like I remember... remember from where? Does it matter? This ass has come to use me.
The owner of the ass lets out a moan as her rear is rubbed and caressed..she must have worked hard as rear is somewhat sweaty. She makes some mouth sounds as you hear drinking while she slowly relaxes.
I relax, letting her rear push into me, letting me cover her curves, pressing up against her every inch, quivering slightly as I enjoy her using me.
You can tells she complaining about something.. she wiggles her rear back and forth trying to get her sweaty ass to settle in just right..
I do my best to move and shift to accommodate her, her sweat sinking into me as she moves. I'm reminded of something, of movement, of the uncomfortable sweatiness... but chairs don't sweat... was it someone else?
The chair could probably with some exertion help her with that sweaty uncomfortableness..
I focus, trying to help her relax. Something pushes at the back of my mind. A desire I can't explain. Wanting to press and rub and squeeze her, wanting to push up inside of her, to touch her body all over... but a chair only needs to worry about such a lovely ass, about cradling it, holding it, helping it relax. Such strange desires for a chair...
By expending more vital energy the chair instantly wicks the sweat away from the goblin as she stops fidgeting and relaxes into the cushion that takes that sweat deep inside itself away from the butt it is serving.
(one less HP for Oric to cling to herself with)
I sigh, feeling myself fill ever so slightly with her sweat. It feels good...
After a time the pressure starts to lessen..{cha save} it seems this goblin is getting up.
[13+1] I feel content with my job well done, but a certain longing for something more.
The goblin sighs as she stands, "You have got to try this.. just a half hour and I feel good as new.. even after running through the streets all day." Another goblin approaches her thick green sweaty rear hovering above you, "Trust me, you'll feel like a new goblin.. Even makes having to stay here and patrol for a few days worth it."
The next rear starts to lower.
I eagerly welcome the new rear, letting myself shape around it. But... those words... I know... words again. How? Right, I've always known words. My mind is filled with this confusion, but I settle in around that rear and relax, letting my confusion abate. It's okay, I can just enjoy myself, listening to what they have to say. That seems like a good idea. I should listen and remember things... for some reason.
The goblin wiggles in her plump sweaty green butt, "Did you break it.. I thought you said this helped with jogging sweat?" She sighs and leans forwards in the chair talking with her partner. While she talks about patrolling for a little bit she slips into talking about sex as well..starting to get a little damp.. dripping that on the cushion as well.
I press up against her dripping sex, something in my memory telling me it's the right thing to do. It's important to tend to her needs after all. But I try and remain focused, I can't lose myself in it... I can't do my job if I lose focus. With this dedicated mentality I try and clean her ass, whipping away at her sweat with a much more precise mentality, the fevered attention of before seeming so... immature.
The chair must still exert to clean the butt it is serveing and thus loses a little more vital energy it also absorbs some of that sexual fluid suffseing it with a generalized arousal the pressure of the butt now filling the cushion with sexual energy. {one HP lost}
I settle into my self, wrapped up in my arousal, fighting back with all I have against the desire to indulge.
The arousal builds and builds bouncing around the fluffy cushion as the goblin rests, "Oh yea.. that's great.." She gives a little bounce. (save)
[17+1] I moan internally as she bounces. It feels good... but I need to resist.
The goblins chat a bit longer till the pressure starts to relive again.. She's getting up, "Come on.. we need do another once over.." The sun's light is now streaming orange into the Inn..
I try and observe my surroundings, relaxing and taking 'deep breaths' trying to calm down.
The inn is mostly empty of customers Gavin and two of her girls are moveing around cleaning up wipeing down tables. They heap dishes on the table next to you. "What a damn day.." Gavin shakes her head, "Hope those folks didn't mind a boreing day in the store room." Her large, plump body turns giving you a prime view of her ass squeezed into her tight pants as her body sags slightly with exhaustion..
a part of me longs to have her sit on me, to allow me to care for her tired ass. I even know just what to do to care for her, but I also know that I can't exert myself any further, I'm exhausted and barely holding onto myself.
You are not sure if it was your own desire, the gods of the pervse, or just her having been run off her feet all day but her body lowers.. her ass pressing down against you.. "They can wait a few minutes more.. Let the gobbos get away a bit further anyway." Her body is tight with tenstion and exhaustion.. Her butt comunicateing all of this into your still aroused cushion.
I want to help her, letting her sink in and pressing around her plump cheeks, but I can't put to much of myself into it, I need to preserve myself. Even if she really needs it... goddess I want to help but I have to resist!
Her tense rear sinks into the cushion. She is clearly the worst off you have felt on you. A thought rises unbidden. Would Violet have withheld comfort from the one who has needed it most? but your so tired.. so aroused.. is this your thought.. or from the chair half of you..
I try to breath, to endure just for a moment as I attempt to centre myself. To gain just enough composure to allow me to tend to her needs without losing myself. Can I find that focus even as I feel such a wonderful ass pressing down on me? but... I can't hold back. I hold out as long as I can, attempting to build up my stamina before I begin massaging her ass, working to relax her body as I tend to her.
Her body relaxes as you spend the last of the aviable vital force.. She lets out a sigh her rear pressing deep into your cushions as she makes mouth sounds. Those don't matter.. Nothing matters but tending the rear..
(Chair has zero HP and is incapacitated)
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<<Gwyn/tasty keg's day>>
DM: The Keg is rested behind the bar the tap in place.. every little slosh a moment of pleasurable sensation.. then.. the the tap is opened.. the beer starts to drain.. but it's a sensation of intense orgasm as the beer flows..
Gwen the party keg: Gwyn struggled to keep her mind. She wanted to undo the spell, she wanted to do something. Anything. But those thoughts were easily distracted by the sloshing fluid, and drowned out each time the tap drain sends her into bliss.
DM: Tankard after tankard is drawn each one a blissful sensation.. but.. what will happen when you run empty?
Gwen the party keg: Oh goddess, if I'm empty, they won't need me. I'd be useless. I start to worry about it as the fluid gets lower and lower inside of me. I'm feeling more and more empty inside. Gwyn want to snap out of it, not sure why she should be worried about this. This wasn't who she was. Was it?
DM: The Keg suddenly feels.. if she tries.. she might be useful a little longer.. if just needs to put in the effort...
Gwen the party keg: She couldn't possibly...she doesn't know how. But she thinks and tries to be filled again. Fill herself up. Maybe this way she could end the spell?
DM: And with that attempt... The Keg starts to fill again. Gwen feels her life force diminish slight.. but the Keg can keep going.. Another tankard is drawn.. one that gives a slight feeling of attachment.. joy in feeling the beer flowing out into that tankard.
Gwen the party keg: Gwyn feels a little lost as it fills up. Not sure why. Refilling made her a better keg. It made more opportunities to please her customers and more times to feel her own pleasure. She could be the best keg. It was a happy thought, but for some reason it made Gwyn want to scream for help
DM: There is a pause.. the room has gone quiet.. the women inside clean the room.. one them starts to wipe you down with a pink rag cleaning spilled beer off of you.. but.. you won't make it though a dinner rush with what you've got left inside..
Gwen the party keg: Dinner rush?! Gwyn want to yell. Why was she concerned about the dinner rush? She was just supposed to hide for a little while until the goblins are gone, and they seem gone. And now there was a part of her telling to to shut up and enjoy being a keg. Enjoy being cleaned out and wiped through and clean. That part of her pushed to refill it self making Gwyn feel weaker. How was she supposed to focus. Was she just going to get pushed out and become a keg?
DM: The wonderful liquid fills you bringing back your purpose once more full on the counter ready to go.. The goblins return less of them this time.. one sits down in a soft chair and makes her demands. A tankard is brought to you.. and once more.. the glorious fulfillment of your duty is done.
Gwen the party keg: Gwyn feels like she's grasping at anything. She tries to hear what is being said to lose her focus as thankfully more glorious fluid is poured from her rotund form. Over and over and over! But then nothing. Done? Is she really done? The idea of the keg pushed so much of her away that she liked, wanted it craved it. What could be better?
DM: Finally with just a little bit of beer left.. the last of the goblins leaves. The innkeeper starts to clean sitting down letting out a long sigh, "Well.. I hope those adventurers didn't have too boring a day stuck in the back room." She waves to one of her bar maids, "Go to the back behind the bottle shelf. They'll be back there, no way they were dumb enough to use it next to the door."
Gwen the party keg: Shit. Gwyn was able to hear and understand that. They thought she was still in the room. She was out here. What if they didn't know. What if she was stuck like this?! That wouldn't be too bad. It's quite pleasurable. No! Her friends. She couldn't stay. But what could she even do. She'd be forgotten and trapped forever!
DM: The woman returns.. "There isn't anything out of place there."
Gavin gasps, "we need to find them... After half a day passes.. we might not be able to reverse it!"
Gwen the party keg: Here! I'm right here! Gwyn couldn't speak, she had no mouth. She had a spout. Could she open it on her own? She tried to concentrate and try.
DM: Alas.. the only power Gwyn has is to give up little bit of her life force to refill. Gavin and her girls start to wander around looking for objects wandering past the keg on the counter time and again.
Gwen the party keg: Gwyn, wanted to wiggle, move, anything. She knew she could fill herself, but what was it going to cost her. She felt weaker each time. What if she started for getting things. No, it was worth the risk. They picked her up and knew she was still full, they would know. Right? She submitted and filled her self up once more.
DM: Another bit of fade.. another full load ready to go when she opens the next day. Then the shadow of a woman darkens the door way.. Maybe she'll want a drink!
Gwen the party keg: Please drink. Please. At the front of my thoughts as the woman comes near. I feel slightly distraught that it is my major focus. Again, maybe she'll know it's me. I'm too good of a keg a perfect keg. Maybe she'll want to keep me like this.
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<<Naethra/Tankard>>
Naethra the tankard: Of course that was just silly. Her base was circular, and she was weighted so that she would fall or rattle to the center, if not tipped over and forced to disgorge her wonderful, delectable contents. Also; she was a tankard, and incapable of actually shifting her weight. Also, also; she wasn't a tankard, and why the hells was she thinking like a cup? <c>
Naethra the tankard: Naethra tried to anchor herself, like using her solid base to stay upright, only for her mind. She wasn't a piece of wood! Well, okay, she was mostly plant now. Entirely plant? It was complicated. But with effort, focusing on the matter at hand... what really struck Naethra was just how small she was. Her entire being could fit between this goblins hands. Her lips felt enormous, warm and soft, caressing so much of her rim... <e>
GM: The goblins hands wrap around the tankard pulling her up to her lips again pleasure surgeing through the cup as it does what cups are meant to do. It's almost like.. she's been distilled down.. everything taken away but purpose and pleasure in fulfilling it. The lips on her rim are heaven sent..this goblin drinking of her.. some kind of higher being?
Naethra the tankard: Was this what worship felt like? Being so small, so helpless, given glorious significance by something so much greater? Being drunk from... at first it felt like Oric's lips on her womanhood, when she lost control after the dryad. But it was different, so much more... more than just simple pleasure (although, yes, absolutely like, as though her rim had become analogous to her old pussy), but... purpose. No... no! She had to think. Think about things other than the goblin's warmth, her softness, the ebb and slosh of ale within her... think... like about the bar-wench. The goblin pinched her ass. The celestial being drinking from her was an asshole. That... that was a fact worth holding onto.
GM: The tankard is tipped back.. back back.. the contents draining from it.. lips now greedily sucking away as the contends slide away.. then... The goblins gasps licks her lips and slams the tankard down on the table... and a wash of pleasure fires through every tiny foam flecked inch of her..Orgasm was shy of expressing it.. The tankard fulfilled it's purpose to the one it served.. Refreshment.. was .. Delivered...
Naethra the tankard: She felt like cheering. Like howling in pleasure. Like singing and screaming and building a cathedral to this moment and sensation. This felt glorious. Dimly, Naethra tried to take in her surroundings. The table. The goblin. The bitch (the figurative one who'd drunken from her and the literal one who was the reason she was a tankard right now). Every fragment of thought was a battle. She wanted to just bask. Bask in purpose fulfilled. In simplicity. In sheer pleasure... but she remembered being the tree, and shuddered to think of what else she might lose if she did that again. (Figuratively, of course. Tankards can't shudder. Physically she just sat there, feeling the last few droplets fizzle and evaporate, evidently not worth the hassle of trying to collect.) Idly, she wondered what it would feel like to be full of Gwen... but even that thought was a struggle against the sheer, glorious, sublime glow of her purpose fulfilled. <e>
GM: Then a serving girl claims the Tankard and carries it back dropping it into a pile of similar empties next to a pool of sudsy water.. She had done good.. and soon the renewal..
Naethra the tankard: The tankard tried to remember it had a plan. Why did it have a plan? Someone would refill her. Maybe was her first. Was that an important step? Maybe she'd be refilled with ale from the cute new cask! She was so sexy and beautiful as an elf. Which was a very odd thing for a tankard to think. Oh, because she's Naethra! She kept forgetting that... She really hoped that pill didn't require some sort of counter-agent... they'd never find her in this pile. Or in a cupboard. How many other former tieflings might be stocked in this place? <e>
GM: Before long hands grab the tub of Tankards and dump them into the soapy water.. Strong hands grab and run a rag over you cleaning you up.. renewing you.. making you ready for another round. You are set with many of your sister tankards in a row awaiting the bar keep to fill you again.
Naethra the tankard: Clean! And renewed and refreshed and ready! Soon she'd be filled again! And... and maybe... was it getting harder to remember? Her name was Naethra. No last name. She recalled Ythrilheim. There were a few inns, but she didn't frequent them. Did they have tankards? How many used to people? Did it feel so good for them, too? At least, for the moment, anticipation was easier to think through than use, or the fulfillment after use. How long had passed? She tried to sense, to get a feel for what was happening. Were the goblins still there? How long was she supposed to stay a tankard? And when would someone fill her again? <e>
GM: The tankard is grabbed by the Inn keeper Gavin.. Her hands were strong rough, but confident.. She is placed under the new kegs tap and slowly the brew inside the highest quality starts to fill the tankard it's foam and aroma becoming the all of it's world..
Naethra the tankard: Again! And... was this the new one? What was her name? Why would a cask have a name! Oh, right, because it was her teammate! She flirted with her a few times, but she'd always been to embarrassed or afraid to embrace her... but this! She felt her fluid fill her, pour into her, giving wonderful purpose to her hollow center. She grew heavy with ale, feeling it flow and fizz within her. She wondered if Gwen could feel anything different about this container, or if she was just another Tankard to her now? <e>
GM: A serving girl grabs the Tankard of the good stuff and brings it to the gnoll.. who seems to wiggle in her chair a moment. Then she takes you and breaths in the scent of the ale inside you her lips so close teasing you.. near the edge of doing what you must do.. but trapped their waiting for her lips..
Naethra the tankard: Oh, no... or, oh yes! Or... this is who she was hiding from. This is why she's a tankard. If she can go undetected... or, does not thinking like a tankard tip her off? What does she sense? She likes the brew, though... she savoring it. So close. She's so full and ready and eager, and soon her wonderful contents will meet those lips, and she'll serve her purpose and the great drinker will be refreshed! Her lips on her yearning wooden rims... wait a second... she has the head of a wolf. Wouldn't she just lap up the ale? That would still work, though! No contact on her rim, but her tongue would plunge into her, and soon it'd be licking her insides clean, and she'd give the glorious wolf-woman her sacred ale! As long as she doesn't notice... <e>
GM: Her mouth is.. surprisingly flexible as her lips do purse up and take a sip.. she sighs in pleasure as she drinks getting foam on her nose.. Then.. she stops and sniffs.. sniffs at you.. You can almost feel the warm air against your very thoughts.. trying to find anything out of place!
Naethra the tankard: Think tankardy thoughts! Tankardy thoughts! Oh, gods this feels amazing! Fear and joy filled Naethra, even as the amber ale she was actually filled with emptied her. She felt so helpless. Utterly inanimate, entirely within her enemy's hands... she'd happily worship those if she wasn't careful. But now she was sniffing... for what? Did she like the brew? Could she taste something off in the ale that came from a sexy elf bard? Could she smell her through the wood and suds? She tried to think Tankardy thoughts, to enjoy the sensation of lips on her rim, the warmth of her nose within her round hollow, the sublime joy of purpose, having delivered refreshment to her colossal, glorious master. Tankard was so happy, welcoming that almost erotic haze, that warm glory of purpose fulfilled. <e>
GM: She takes another long drink then runs her fingers around the rim.. "hmmm...You wouldn't happen to know where those adventurers are would you?" Was she speaking to you.. was she speaking to someone across the table you couldn't even comprehend being so utterly helpless in the gnolls hands.. all she had to do was drop you in a bag.. Could she be on to you.. could you still have a chance?
Naethra the tankard: The tankard felt content in its users hands... claws... the tankard... was suddenly having real trouble thinking of herself as the tankard. The euphoric haze wasn't holding up so well this time, what with the very scary (and so much bigger than her) gnoll-queen holding her. Running her finger along her rim, teasing her... did she tease every object she used, just on the off-chance it used to be a person? The tankard was certain they'd enjoy it... not that there was much else she or they could do. Just... be. Just be small and practical and entirely at the mercy of those animate enough to use her. <e>
GM: She takes another long drink seemingly distracted by something under her.. Another swallow.. and empty! The tankard is set down once more having done it's duty.
Naethra the tankard: Oh, thank the gods! Or her fae patron. Or the Lady of Excess. Really, whatever entity happened to be listening to the thoughts of a tankard. Now, without that prospect looming over her, the peaceful pleasure of purpose served and renewal overcame her. Soon she'd be washed and refilled! And then some new owner would lift her up in their powerful hands, caressing her, holding her diminished, practical form as she received sacrament from their lips, her precious cargo flowing, her sacred duty fulfilled.... at least until she turned back. She hoped. <e>
GM: As she predicted she is picked up.. carried to the tub.. and washed.. the bar maid using a pink cloth to get her clean then placed once again along side her sisters.
Naethra the tankard: Clean! Rubbed down, her yearning rim wiped and ready, and placed alongside others like her, just like her. No one would be able to tell one form the other by sight. Were any others thinking these thoughts? Did she know someone who turned into pink rags? Did the wizard even become an object? Maybe she should have tried to pass... there didn't seem to be an alarm going up, so no one had been detected... or if they had, then they had just been quietly pocketed. And, then again, the wizard didn't get to feel what being filled, drunk and then wiped off with a team-mate felt like... <e>
GM: The tankard is pushed slowly down the line as the others are filled and passed out.. it seems the goblin army likes to drink.. then just as the tankard is reached for.. it's held and set back down.. "Thanks the gods.. they are out of our hair for now... " The tankard sits.. ready.. next to so many others.. as the people inside.. start to clean.
Naethra the tankard: Finally! That had been one of the most intense experiences of the tankard's life! Err... of Naethra's. Drat, she hadn't been bale to pick up anything useful. It would have been a great opportunity to eavesdrop if she hadn't been so preoccupied with being filled... glorious, refreshing, wondrous ale fizzling within her, soft lips caressing her sensitive rim, the sublime communion of flow and purpose.... no, no that was over. And soon they'd reverse the effect! Err... unless it reverses on its own. And, come to think of it, it had better reverse on its own, because she was pretty certain they had no idea where she was. Gavin didn't even see her change, and it was one of the goblins who picked her up. So, there was probably a time limit. One that'd be expiring any minute now. Aaaany minute now. Surely, they kept track of how many tankards they had. Right? <e>
GM: Hours pass... then the goblins start to return.. and you are fetched.. filled.. and handed to a green skinned patron who starts to drink from you again.. All of those feelings rushing back.. with the dinner rush.. drank.. drank.. and slammed once more empty on the table.
Naethra the tankard: Ah, this was clever. Keep her inanimate for when they inevitably double-backed! That made sense, and it was a sensible and not horrifying explanation for why she was still a drinking-mug after what must have been hours. Certainly they hadn't forgotten her, she mused in her brief windows of introspection between worshipful service and euphoric afterglow. Certainly this was part of the plan, and not how they get new odds and ends around here. Certainly, she was supposed to have been used to serve nine pints to seven different goblins over the course of an afternoon and evening. Certainly it couldn't be any longer than that... right? <e>
GM: Eventually.. the sun starts to descend..the light filters orange as dishes are piled up on a table next to that comfortable padded chair. You are lucky to be being pulled out of the water.. set down next to at least 15 of your twins. Gavin walks over and sinks into the chair, "Gods.. I hope they enjoyed their boring day in the stock room.."
Naethra the tankard: Oh, finally! How long had it been? Things got awfully blurry for a while there... she sort of phased out in the water. That can't be a good way to treat wooden vessels. But it was over! It... it had to be! She'd been a tankard for what felt like ages, served twelve total pints (gods could those green girls drink), and been washed by dunk, rag, and skirt-hem. She recognized the chair as Oric, but... why were there so many other tankards? Did he just not know which one she was? Hopefully she had a way of figuring it out. Being a tankard was fun (at least when it wasn't horrifying), but this would be a really good time to be a person again. Or a plant... damn, she needed to get that figured out... but she needed to not be a cup first... ,e>
GM: Gavin groans and looks to one of her bar maids, "Go to the back.. get the pile of stuff in the back corner behind the bottle rack.. They were smart adventurers.. They'll have hid in the back then taken the disguise.. I'm not sure what it will be but it will be in the back, they were clearly smart enough to not change right in front of the door." Gavin seems to relax quite pleasantly in the chair..her plump rear sinking into the cushion.
Naethra the tankard: What? Oh... wait, where did they change? She was by a wall, wasn't she? Or was there another door? She... she had to figure it out. There wouldn't be a pile of stuff... or would there? If she could reverse even one person... well, that person could probably point out the rest! And... well, she couldn't see Gywn, and Gavin was sitting on Oric, apparently oblivious of the dwarf's change... then why was Tankard, err... Naethra, why was she here? Along with fifteen or so of her sisters? <e>
GM: Gwyn was behind the counter tapped and still ready to go.. a dirty pink wash rag sat in a bucket under the counter.. The mage had fallen out of the window... and Red.. she'd sat down in the wardrobe last the tankard saw.. slowly turning red and clothey... Rather like one of the bar maids panties that have been flashed several times.. The bar maid comes back, "Nothing out of the ordinary.."
Gavin blinks, "What?.. Look again... that formula gets unstable after 12 hours.. without the counter agent... it might not wear off at all.."
Naethra the tankard: Oh... shit. Shit! Naethra tried to recall all the details about the pills, her companions, the... afternoon? Night? How long had it been? Okay... Gavin said there was a chance of it still wearing off. A chance. Not something she should wager on and, from the sound of it, not something Gavin wanted to wager on either. So... could she break the enchantment? How the hells could she do that? She tried to think of the most un-tankardy thoughts she could. Of reading a book. Of tapping magic. Of feeling the sun on her green hair... She tried to move, to fidget, to flex muscles she hadn't in gods know how many hours. What had happened to her clothes? She didn't drop her focus, so was it with her? Part of herself as a tankard? She tried to cast a spell. She knew a defensive cantrip, it should be notiacble. She tried to reach for the magic, to touch the font of fae power. To do anything.
GM: but in the end under the effect of the voluntarily taken alchemical compound... She was able to tap all of the powers of a tankard.. resting with her fellows.. ready for the round of drinking eager to feel the lips upon her.
Naethra the tankard: Okay... moving didn't work. Casting didn't work. Screaming didn't work. The good thing, she supposed, was that without a heart her panic was much less visceral. She tried to go over her options. The first one was, well, be a tankard. It... probably wasn't the worst think that could have happened to her here. It certainly felt nice, at times... well, most of the time. And she wouldn't have to actually do anything because, of course, she'd be a tankard. Maybe Gavin would eventually realize that she had one more in her stock than she should, but she wouldn't know which one, and it'd be too late by then. Her second option was to just hope. Hope that either the serum corrected itself and she turned back, or that that happened to one of the others. It.... was practically a lot like giving up, just without the willful abandonment of being a person.
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<<The Rag and Panties>>
The bar maid is run about for her entire day.. She cleans everything from the side of the new keg, to the tables, to even washing a few tankards, all with the pink cloth she carried in from the back room. The one that seems to make everything just a little easier.
Her hips sway as she endures many a pinch and slap from the unruly goblins working up quite a sweat and flushing as something gets her just the tiniest bit aroused.
At the end of her day she drops the cleaning rag into the wash bucket next to the counter after cleaning up the last of the tankards. She goes to the back looking around in the corners..
"Gav.. what are we gonna do if we can't find them?"
The big bar matron stands up and shakes her head, "I guess hope they are ok as .. what ever they are right now.."
<<It's now growing rapidly dark.. sadly everyone has lost track of time.. it's been hours.. but how many?>>
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Gwyn can't seem to tell how long time has passed. She just knows it's been too long since someone took a drink from her. The wait was making her tense. The fading Gwyn concerned that she would go undiscovered and trapped here for ever like this. But the more pressing thought was fear of not being used. The anticpaction and waiting was becoming too much.
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The rag has been working all day. Her head spinning, her body feeling sensations she isn't use to. It made her think once again back to when she was still male, still at the temple, and still cleaning. Sure it wasn't every day work of course. A lot of work, but not every day. But now that she's being used, now that it feels so good to scrub off every bit of ale, dirt, and food to hit any part of the tables, kegs, glasses, windows, whatever... it just made her wonder. Did those rags feel this? Does objects normally feel this sense of accomplishment? In a way it's humbling. Duran always dreamed big, but the objects around her dreamed small.
Course this was only brief thinking as the world almost always kept going so darn dizzy. All that ale being soaked up quite stuck. She felt off, to say the least and it made the pleasurable nearly orgasmic wringing felt even more amazing when she couldn't think of anything else. It was getting so hard to remind herself she's a paladin and not always a rag. Maybe it's the illusion of grandeur that keeps her from fully slipping into this row. Not that she had a choice as she did her job good and felt so very good at doing so.
The day was ending and by the sound of what seems to be Gavin, it's now safe to go get them. However a sense of dread feels the air when she realized Gavin assumed they hid in the back and now don't know where they are. Duran slightly panics, her head still dizzy, spinning as she tries to get a grasp of where she was. Dirty, wet, hanging on a bucket. She didn't even know she was pink. To make it all the more worse, they make it sound this could be permanent if they aren't found. The palarag tries to stay calm. Not wanting to panic as there is still time, even as it gets darker. Maybe if she focuses enough she could do something to get their attention... Maybe try to focus on radiant thoughts or being brave or...
...Then she started to laugh. A laugh likely not heard by anyone as something hilarious hits her train of thought and crashes her focus apart. She couldn't stop laughing, it was too funny in her head what is making her giggle. It's likely not noticeable, not picked up-able in anyway unless the rag can move on her own. It's just too damn funny to her though.
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<<the rest of Layla's day>>
DM: You arrive at the inn.. Gavin the inn keeper and her bar maids are running around oddly looking under things in a panic she stands up, "Umm.. hey.. are you new? Sorry I don't have much time at the moment.. I need to track down a half dozen objects that I'm not sure what they are.."
Layla: I tilt my head. That sounds familiar "umm... That sounds familiar... For like the adventures you were sheltering?" How did I know that?
DM: She looks at you eyes wide, "how did you know that? We need to find them and apply the counter agent. Or they might all be stuck.. What else can you tell me about them?"
Layla: "uhh..." I shake my head "I have no idea... I just... Earlier today, I was in the back to-do" I point "and realized I shouldn't be, I should have been helping with the orchard instead of just watching the other girls through the window, so I did..." I clear my throat and quickly add "that's what I've been doing ever since"
DM: Gavin walks over and holds her by the should, "No.. this.. is a disguise.. Your one of them.. try to remember!"
Layla: I shrink away from her, more than a little intimidated.
The voice in the back of my head is shouting 'that's what I've been trying to TELL you!' but that seems unhelpful and a little rude. "I uh... I'm a wizard?" I... Well, it's clearly a question not a statement.
DM: SHe smiles, "Good.. good.. and the cleric.. and the bard.. the plant girl.. the dragonborne.. the tiefling.... where.. and what are they?"
Layla: I point over my shoulder "I was outside... But there was a chair, and a cleaning rag, and some underwear...umm... A keg of ale? No, an ale mug.
Or was it both?"
DM: She gasps and starts to run around grabbing things touching them to herself.. licking them in some cases.. "You stick around.." She gets out a small bottle and makes ready to use it..
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Gavin looks down at the pile of objects.. and the woman who seemed like a bit of a dim bulb.. maybe the way she seemed.. rather obsessed with the way her rear and chest moved. Still she dripped a bit of the counter agent onto the pair of panties that grew out panting and moaning as the pleasures of her time as an object caught up with her Teifling mind.
The dirty rag is dripped onto next growing almost explosively into the plump Dragonborne her head spinning from the booze and the sensations.. She would never use wrung out to mean feeling bad again.
The Tankard is next drip drip and and suddenly a plant kin grows were the drinking vessel used to be.. All of her body's functions kicking in from all of the feelings she had undergone..She would never look at a pair of lips the same way again.
The chair is next growing and expanding out..her body seeming to have become cloth and stuffing.. a plush doll of a dwarf.. before her eyes blink open and her body returns to normal.. with pointed green ears..
The Keg is dripped onto.. her body contracting narrowing softening.. but.. it still contains all that beer.. as her breasts expand outward to truely crazy proportions each containing at least two gallons of the wonderful ale.
Lastly.. Gavin lets Layla drink some of the formula.. Her body shivers.. but does not change..Layla is stuffed into teh background where Lucious dwelled and Lucioius's mind now controls the body. Gavin blinks, "Please tell me you didn't consume any magically or alchemically active substances that altered your body..." Lucious can only look down at her Nectar enhanced breasts..
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Duran comes back and while someone may expect her to be sore, or groaning or for that matter moaning like a slut after how good it all felt. No. She was laughing, laughing hard and banging a hand on the floor that she's laying on. "Bwhahahahaha that stupid Gnoll hehehaha had me right in her claws. Coulda figured me out or ripped me up, or anything but couldn't even hehahahah see what was right in front of her! What an idiot!" The usually reserve though slightly temperamental thing was just laughing at this statement with a stupid wide grin. Next her head turns to Gavin. "You shoulda told me this is what... this pill did hehe... would just made myself shoes then." She giggles again at the thought, her cheeks blushing a bit redder.
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Naethra howled. She moaned and screamed and vocalized all the pent up sensations from her time as a tankard. She feels herself coming, her hips thrusting against nothing as she orgasms, profoundly delighted for all her sensations to have real, solid, physical release.
Slowly, her leggings drenched in nectar, she puts a nail-less hand on the floor to prop herself up. She feels rested but exhausted. Glorious but also filthy. Just, terribly frazzled. Being innanimte... she'd remember that for the rest of her days, although she wasn't entirely certain she'd want to.
It was close. She knew that. This woman had hid them the best she could, in good faith, and the ploy worked, but it nearly didn't. Even through her ogasmic afterglow she shuddered, thinking to her last thoughts as a tankard, what she was considering, and wondering if that would have worked. She was deeply happy not to find out.
She looked over the party... Gwen's breasts seemed tremendous, and the wizard... oh. "Well, that happened faster than I expected," she said, giggling despite herself as Lucuious' new body.
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I let out a deep, low moan as I'm restored. My body re-experiencing each sensation from the day as a chair. I find myself with the slightest longing for what I once was. But no, I'm a person. My senses return to me and I'm happy for them. It was a good day and I feel like I've learned a lot about... being a chair? Or at least tending to plump asses.
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Panties didn't notice the passage of time. Day, night, it was all meaningless to it. Just the wonderful sensation of being worn was all that mattered to it, happily hugging its wearer's wonderful ass. It felt many a blow on the barmaid's rump as she worked, and did all it could to make her feel better, absorbing her sweat to keep her comfortable and squeezing and rubbing her just the right way. It could feel she was getting aroused, her moist sex pressed snugly against its fabric. By the end of the day Panties was a well used garment indeed, damp with sweat and vaginal juices.
It was both incredibly, near-orgasmically happy to have been of use, and saddened that it was no longer to be used when thge bar wench finally pulled it down, kicked it off and placed it aside. Then something was poured onto it. Was it being cleaned, ready to be used again?
No. That wasn't it. It could feel itself changing. Filling in! No, it couldn't be worn if it had no holes for Wearer to put her legs through! She couldn't bear the thought of not being used! She had t- wait, she? Panties wasn't a she, was she? And why was she growing arms? Legs? A head, a face? Panties moaned, her still-forming hand going instinctively between her legs to rub against a spot of fabric that felt so good! Pantiaria cried out in orgasm after orgasm as all the pleasure that had built up during her time as an object was released. As her fabric finally returned to its true state as skin, Retiaria finally sat up, panting and gasping. "Holy hells, what the shite was that?"
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Gavin simply nods at the various thundering orgasms going off. "Sorry their wasn't time to warn you." She hands each of you a tankard of clean water, "You see.. Those alchemical disguises.. They only work when the uses voluntarily takes them then thinks of their disguise. It then disguises them body and mind.. maybe even spirit so that they can't be detected useing any means even mind reading. Well unless the minds invovled are too strong then some of those thoughts can leak out.."
She grins hearing Duran's comment about shoes, "I have more if you want to give it another go around, my girls always need comfortable foot wear."
She then looks you all over, "We have beds for you.. The goblins are sluggish have eaten and drank all.. well you were there for it.. Anyway.. You can sleep here and move on if you want."
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"Well, damn. I was wondering why you didn't just drug them with those pills."
She sighed, pushing herself up and giving her body a once over. For the moment, at any rate, she was too tired and stress to be properly embarassed of the mess she made. She didn't seem to have been changed further, but something still felt odd.
"That would have been too easy, I suppose. So..." she cracked a grim smile as she looked to her team mates. "How are you all holding up? I'm certain Gwen, Duran, and Oric have some useful advice for waking up with breasts and a vagina," she said to Lucious. "And...speaking of breasts..." she turned her attention to Gwen, extending a hand to the now impossibly endowed elf.
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Duran is still giggling and grinning as she hears Gavin, looking at her. "Oh that'll be fiiiine by me if it wasn't that risk of getting stuck... I just wanna get closer to some pretty soles is all." she says rather casually only to hear Naethra's question about advice. "Well.. I think it's just trick of dealing with it and accepting it as a downside. Like being a fat dragonborn cause you thought you can purify a few treats. Just work though it... do fine I swear.. I know I am!" At the very least, the drunk dragonborn takes a sip of the tankard full of water.
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Gwyn gets to her feet after spending who knows how much time as a keg. But standing up seemed to take a bit more effort than before. They are much much larger and filled and heavy. I actually feel a little sloshing inside of them. They are filled with beer!!!??The bodice is straining to keep them up.
"What the hell is this?? They were already big enough as they were!!" Gwyn gasped, "There is beer in them? Is this supposed to happen!? How do we get it out?!"
She looks around and notices everyone else seems fine. But she notices something as Neathra reaches out to feel her breasts, "Hey, where's the tree wizard?"
Gwyn gives a look to the man with the pills, and sarcastically adds, "Yeah, I'm itching to go an other round, but this time as a doll." She shakes her head.
"But, um, actually could we have some for the road. It could be useful. Just how do we turn back?"
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"Careful!" Naethra said as she leaned forward to grab Gwen by her hand, steadying the now very top heavy woman as she got to her feet. The way she had moved getting up, did Gwen think she'd just gripe her?
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I haven't said anything, instead I'm simply staring down at myself- those... subtle novel feelings, like something wasn't quite right... like walking around in a new pair of boots that weren't quite the right size? They were present for Layla, always made her feel like she was forgetting something, so she acted always a bit absent minded and air headed.
Those feelings were much more... acute now. My hands- well, not acting on their own, acting under very specific scout and report directives from my mind, wander all over my curves, carefully hefting and cupping my ass- then my breasts- are they properly supported? I, that is to say Layla, was in a hurry when she left the brewery and they certainly don't FEEL properly supported.
In short, I'm quite absorbed with taking stock and analyzing my situation, "Is uh..." I lick my lips- those are new and different too, plump and full- "Is there-" my voice... I may have to practice to get inflection right for a while, with that breathy little rasp... I clear my throat "I uh... is there a mirror?" Layla never thought about it, as of course she would know what she looked like, but I? Well, I'd like a mirror. I'll need much more specific ideas of just what this form is if I'm to understand it sufficiently to hasten the unraveling of this transmutation.
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Gavin nods and gently leads Lou to a polished steel surface. She can see herself in it. Brown eyes, dark brown nearly black hair, and skin tone someplace between amber wheat and chocolate. Her breasts are prominent and her hips flare nicely giving her a very pretty hourglass shape. Her hands have callouses from working in the fields and she wears no cosmetics but her face is still quite fresh despite seeming to have worked in the sunlight for many many days.
As Lou watches herself Gavin returns to the others addressing both Duran and Gwyn, "Of course, you can have more. I'll give you some of the counter agent too. Its easy to restore someone with a few drops so long as you keep track of them."
Gwyn will find the sloshing and rocking VERY distracting at the moment. Everything does feel very nice though those massive breasts beg to be touched..
Gavin coughs, "Anyway.. We can also get you something.. adjustable for those.."
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Gwyn is happy for the hand up. Little embaressed on her assumption, but her endowments where rather grand at the moment.
"Thanks, I think those pills will be very useful. Adjustable? I like the sound of it. Is there a wet nurse in town? Maybe she can help me...milk these?" Gwyn moves forward a bit and feels like she has to take it slower and feels weighed down. She looks over at the new girl checking herself out, "Tree wizard? She asks the group to confirm. Who had 'before the next encounter?' "
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I am thoroughly wrapped in my own narrow slice of the world as I inspect myself- pulling the dress off of my shoulders to get an unobstructed view... I'm a transmuter, I should be able to make sense of this! I know that multiple transmutations can interfere with each other in unpredictable ways, but usually they just make each other unstable and the base form is resumed more rapidly... clearly that hasn't happened here-
I observe, purely for science, the effect of hefting my exposed breast and letting it fall, seeing just how it jiggles and tingles in the mirror.
I've been other things before, but this is... well it's some impressive work. I'll obviously need to track down as much information as I can about both the pills and the nectar so I can determine just how they interacted- it would be foolish to bring a third enchantment into the mix- even just one to try to undo the others- until I knew just what was going on and how the effects were stabilizing each other.
To that end I turned and headed out back towards the orchard, and the tree I had originally... erm, drank from. I do think to pull my top back up, as it feels odd hanging there, but my hands are still diligently scouting and reporting.
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"Sorry their wasn't time to warn you. You see.. Those alchemical disguises.. They only work when the uses voluntarily takes them then thinks of their disguise. It then disguises them body and mind.. maybe even spirit so that they can't be detected useing any means even mind reading. Well unless the minds involved are too strong then some of those thoughts can leak out.."
"Okay... fair play I guess, there was a goblin right outside the door. But still! Fuck! Never again! I... I forgot who I was! That wasn't just some disguise, I... I wasn't me!"
As well as aroused, Retiaria was highly freaked out right now. Even so, she couldn't help but constantly flick her gaze to the serving wench's rump. The desire to wrap herself around it, to be worn, it was dull now, fading, more of a memory than an actual need, but it was still there. And that scared her.
"We have beds for you.. The goblins are sluggish have eaten and drank all.. well you were there for it.. Anyway.. You can sleep here and move on if you want."
"After that shit? I just want gone as soon as possible. We can sleep in the woods."
"And...speaking of breasts..."
Retiaria glanced over in the direction the woman- Lucious, right?- was pointing. And her eyes went wide. "Whoah, holy shit..."
Gwen was, honestly, a tad more well endowed than was usually to her taste, but still. It was a good look for her, and was certainly novel.
"What the hell is this?? They were already big enough as they were!! There is beer in them? Is this supposed to happen!? How do we get it out?!"
"Well, I can certainly think of a couple of fun ways..." Retiaria grinned at Gwen, flicking out her tongue in a licky-licky gesture.
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The dragon born stops giggling for the moment, looking to Gavin. "Oh pills and antidote for more silly moments as objects? I'm down with that...just not right now..." It even sounds like she's finally sobering up. "Bwaheheheha, Gwyn... your tits are huuuuuuge. Hehehehe ya gonna make someone jealous. Maybe even me." Maybe not at all actually as she keeps getting into fits of giggles. Her eyes then transfix to Lucious new form and she can't help but tilt her head.
'Wait.. and who's the new girl?" She asks, having forgotten just moments before she was giving a few idle tips on how lucious can deal with being turned female. That or maybe just never pieced it together in her dizzy mind.
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Naethra eyed the pills like they were some manner of particularly poisonous slug; gruesome, deadly, but not actually dangerous unless someone was stupid enough to touch it. Retaria had put it best... those things nearly destroyed her. She remembered dipping into and out of it, always on the cusp of losing herself. At the time it had felt so good, but now... she shuddered, realizing just how close she had come to becoming an inanimate thing for the rest of her life. She knew she would have been happy if that happened... and she couldn't decide if that made the prospect more gentle or more horrifying.
She shook her head, her leafy hair rustling. Immediate problems. Right. "Those things... might be useful, but..." she eyed Duran wearily. Maybe the dragonborn didn't make it through all in once piece. She did seem rather weak-willed. That... was a troublesome trait in a paladin, "you have to be careful. Crying shame we can't use them to drug the goblins. Speaking of which... do you have any idea what's happened to Gwen's breasts? Please tell me we can drain those... they can't be comfortable to drag around."
She'd spent the last night (how long was it? Just one night? Hours? Days?) holding ale, but she hadn't had the opportunity to taste it. She stood up and reached for one of her sisters, err... a tankard. Maybe she could... milk Gwen? She remembered wondering what Gwen tasted like as a tankard... and that thought still seemed attractive, unlike most of her memories as a tankard. Still, she found herself running her fingers over the wooden rim of the vessel as she walked closer to Gwen, recalling what that warmth felt like, the teasing touch.
"Uh... Gavin? Did.... you've done this before, right? Have you ever... lost anyone? Like we almost were?"
She turned bashfully towards Gwen, "want to try pouring a pint? I'm... I'm not really sure what's happened, but I imagine you'd want some of that out..."
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"After that shit? I just want gone as soon as possible. We can sleep in the woods."
"Well, I can certainly think of a couple of fun ways..." Retiaria grinned at Gwen, flicking out her tongue in a licky-licky gesture.
Gwyn countered, "we should stay here. We deserved a nice bed and a safe place to stay. I have beer tits and I still feel this is safer. But I will make sure I take you up on a fun way of drinking beer. "
Turned and headed out back towards the orchard, and the tree I had originally... erm, drank from. I do think to pull my top back up, as it feels odd hanging there, but my hands are still diligently scouting and reporting.
"Uh, should someone go with or stop the tree wizard?."
She stood up and reached for one of her sisters, err... a tankard. Maybe she could... milk Gwen? She remembered wondering what Gwen tasted like as a tankard... and that thought still seemed attractive, unlike most of her memories as a tankard. Still, she found herself running her fingers over the wooden rim of the vessel as she walked closer to Gwen, recalling what that warmth felt like, the teasing touch.
"Uh... Gavin? Did.... you've done this before, right? Have you ever... lost anyone? Like we almost were?"
She turned bashfully towards Gwen, "want to try pouring a pint? I'm... I'm not really sure what's happened, but I imagine you'd want some of that out..."
"I was hoping for a more interactive experience, but I'll try." Gwyn pulls down her top and works at milking her own breast into the tankers. "I feel the wet nurses or midwife would have some better resources."
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I smile, seeming almost to pleased with my time as a chair as I eagerly accept some pills and fluid "Thank you, I'd greatly appreciate that." A combination of my old and new life, as well as my recent experience informs my desire for the pills. My previous life of hedonistic pleasure, my more recent life of aiding others, and the wondrous and strange experience of being a chair. The others seem flustered but I can't see why. I try and comfort those who are shaken by their experience "You were something else, and now you are both things. I was a dwarf, then a chair, and now I am both a dwarf and a chair. I am certainly more dwarf than chair, but if it ever serves me I know I can call on it." The idea of leaving town over this also seems quite silly "If they'd wanted to trap us, they could have just not turned us back. They already had us if that was their goal. The forest is full of goblins looking to capture us, this is far better."
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Lou heads out into the town walkng through. its a bit surreal in the grove you see the tree girl that gave you sap has had bark crawl back up over her body. YOu can tease out a few drops, but nothing on what you could get before. However, Lou can see that there is still a goblin presence in town. One of the big reared girls wanders about giveing people looks.. But she hasn't cast her gaze at you just yet.
Gavin pulls out a bag and empties a dozen pills into her hands, "This is what I can spare for now.." She goes to the back and splits some counter agent into a half dozen bottles.
As Gwen works her breasts the squeezing and milking is a quite pleasurable sensation. the tankard fills relieving some of the pressure. Gavin smiles and looks at gwyn, "my girls can help with that, unless one of your friends wants to try a night as a milking machine."
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Gwyn smiles a bit as she starts milking herself and get more and more relaxed letting the world fade away she she milks. It feels good. Goood. She fills up and tankard and gives it to Neathra. "Enjoy. That was actually really nice. I can get used to this. But I'll definite take the help from your girls. See if there is any thing they suggest. Also won't turn down someone being a milking machine. It just sounds like I'd just slide back into bliss for the night. I could really go for that."
Gwyn takes 4 of the pills and 2 bottles. "Retiaria, I'm taking your share incase you decide you want it later. It could be useful."
She turns her attention back to Gavin, "How long before someone NEEDS to be turned back?"
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Gaven nods, "for half a day it's perfectly safe.. but going longer and things.. get. unstable.. after a full day it's almost certain to have lasting side effects, after three days the original mind is.. hard to bring back.. after a week... the enchantment fades and there is nothing left to cancel."
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I happily take some of the pills and quickly pop one into my mouth, trying to guide the change. I think of a milking machine, but quickly begin altering it within my mind, adding somewhere to sit or lay down, a whole machine dedicated to allowing the one being milked to relax. If I fail, I'll end up as a milking machine, but if I succeed... I'll end up as the BEST milking machine.
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Duran watches Lou leave and giggles. "Awww she'll be fine. she's got all the magics and what not. Just will probably zap zap a goblin." She says reassuringly before taking a set of pills and the antidote. However many they are willing to give the drunk dragonborn. Least though she won't use them right now and isntead just watches curiously as Oric takes one of them isntead. "Heh, already? I was gonna save mine for a rainy day.. or a fun... mood. Hehehe."
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"What the hells!?" Naethra exclaimed as she saw Oric swallow the pills. She had been pondering the wisdom of taking the things, weighing possible value against evident danger.
"We... we almost lost everything we are to those," she said, much more softly, taking a few slow steps away from and around the dwarf. "Remember what I said, about losing your soul an inch at a time."
Finally, she found herself standing by Red. She turned to her. "I'm afraid you're the sanest tiefling in the party now. My conolences; it is not an easy mantle to bear."
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Oric takes the pill as she tries to build an object that doesn't exist in her head. The warmth fills her as she gets ready for her change.. She feels herself fill with potential.. and fill.. her body starts to sink in on itself.
She.. has...potential...
The others in the room see her shudder and soften falling into herself as a shapeless soft mass of ex-dwarf.
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"Yeah, even in my book that seems a bit reckless. But The Voice did say to not be boring." Gwyn said watching and handing a tankard to brew to Neathra, "What is she trying to be? Should we be concerned? She wants us to turn her back, right?"
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I feel myself changing, shrinking, condensing... my body feels light and fluffy, and jiggles slightly with the motion of my change. I feel... lost. When I was a chair I had a job to do and it was imposed on my mind. As... whatever I am, I feel like I am in need of some kind of purpose. I feel like I could be anything if given the chance, reaching out with my mind to everyone near by, asking them to sculpt me into something, to give me shape and purpose.
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Duran tilts his head. Looking at Oric she gasps a bit as the dwarf suddenly fallen down as a massive blob of sorts. The dragoborn moves over to her, poking it as she looks quite consider by her head tilt. "Gavin.. she's okay right? Should we get the antidote? Because I don't think any time I know her she went on about wanting to be a.. lump of.. herself. Heh." It's the closest to sober she's sound all night.
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"we should stay here. We deserved a nice bed and a safe place to stay. I have beer tits and I still feel this is safer. But I will make sure I take you up on a fun way of drinking beer. "
"You can count on it. Though I still don't wanna stay here..."
"You were something else, and now you are both things. I was a dwarf, then a chair, and now I am both a dwarf and a chair. I am certainly more dwarf than chair, but if it ever serves me I know I can call on it. If they'd wanted to trap us, they could have just not turned us back. They already had us if that was their goal. The forest is full of goblins looking to capture us, this is far better."
"Grrm... You... I guess you're right. I'm not comfortable staying here, but... I guess it is technically safer. But that other stuff you're saying, about being both? That is an absolute load of wank and can fuck right off. I'm me. Retiaria. Tiefling gladiator. Not some damn underwear!"
"Retiaria, I'm taking your share incase you decide you want it later. It could be useful."
"Not happening. Ever. But sure, grab it if you want it."
She stared at Orin as she swallowed another pill. Retiaria's lip curled in disgust. "Really? Already? What is wrong with you?"
"I'm afraid you're the sanest tiefling in the party now. My conolences; it is not an easy mantle to bear."
"Sanest of one ain't exactly hard, but I get your meaning..."
Her stare went from disgusted to concerned as Orin became a... a blob. "What the? What's she doing? What's she trying to be?"
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As Duran walks over to the mass of Oric she finds her feet and tail getting caught up in each other.. windmilling her arms she tries to stay up..
Splat! Soon the Dizzy Duran is on the ground.. Oric oozing out from under her rear.
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I gently embrace Duran, soft enough to mitigate the fall, but firm enough to hold her up. My memories of being a chair guide me to comfort her rear. It's not bad, but I need to be given a purpose, something to dedicate myself to until I turn back. I seek a new experience, new knowledge... and to put myself to use.
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Duran gasps as she trips on her own feet and lands right on the blob. Her first response was trying to sit up. "Oric are you okay!" however as she feels the massage against her rear she starts to give a sensual murr and lay back down for a moment. "Oh mmmn wow.. you're actually quite soft like this and mmnn oh.. like.. a... pillow? A over sized one though. Never seen one big enough for a person.. guess that would make it a bed.. or... ohh a robe! I know a few of the higher up clergy men had such really nice robes, surprisingly soft but I suppose they were only for very special ceremonies and weren't used as much." The dragon born keeps pondering as she lays there, rolling a bit in the soft blobby form. Not even the least bit concern this was/is Oric.
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As the drunk dragon born babbles on the blob of Oric starts to creep up the back of the plump girl. then wrap around her surrounding her in soft plush warmth.. there doesn't seem to be any way of opening the former dwarf hower.. Seems a drunk Duran only has a couple of things on her mind and an easy eascpae from a soft warm surrounding robe isn't one of them.
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"Is... is our cleric a dress?"
Naethra just sighed. It was maybe the tenth most bizarre thing to happen around her today. She knew she would have panicked and done something drastic even a few days ago, but they had the counter- serum, and Oric had done this mostly willingly... It wasn't disastrous so much as supremely ill-advised. Still, the lack of visceral response troubles her... was this just the experience of the last few days, or some manner of deeper change?
She took a deep sip from her tankard, reminding herself that the drinking vessel was not her sister or a kindred spirit and, in fact, was wholly mundane and inanimate. The ale was wonderful and nourishing... but she felt hungry, unlike the last trine she drank. What could she eat without teeth?
"I would desperately appreciate some eat that isn't on a shelf or cupboard. We have some time, best to recoup ourselves here before we do anything else rash."
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"Looks like it. Seems like that's how she's spending the night." Gwyn yawns, "Speaking off, I could really use a bed and some sleep. Gavin, mind if I barrow a Keg. I think I need somewhere to put this beer. Unless you are all planning on drinking it tonight?"
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I wrap myself around the dragonborn, becoming soft and plush. I hug her curves, squeezing her breasts just enough to keep them mostly immobile. I press myself against her, rubbing and massaging gently as I'm filled with purpose: relax and comfort the dragonborn, make her feel good and help her sleep. It wasn't what I'd intended to become, but now it's my job to be the best I can be. Every inch of her body I touch is slowly and methodically massaged, each muscle tended to at once with enough delicacy to not overstimulate. Everywhere I rub I also clean, absorbing sweat and dirt from my current owner, polishing her scales everywhere no one can see... I fight through the realization, reminding myself others will see it once I'm removed.
My hood gently rests on her head, pillowy soft on the back, plush enough to rest her head on should she wish to sleep.
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Duran laid there with a happy murr as the soft robe cushion her completely. Like wearing an overstuffed blanket of fluffy softness, it made the drunk dragonborn sigh happily as she felt it massage and rub into her, comforting her quite a bit. "Mmmmn this turned out greeeeat." She said happily though with a bit of a yawn to her. Feeling quite sleepy now that she's surrounded by pure cushiony goodness.
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"Ugh, what is wrong with those two...?" Retiaria muttered, turning away. "Gwen, I... I really need a drink right now. You mind?"
She gestured to her bosom.
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Gavin watches the whole scene with Oric unfold.. "Well.. thats something you don't see everyday.." She and one of her girls grabs the Duran/Oric bundle and hauls them up a flight of stairs. "Afraid it's going to be a communal arrangement tonight." There are a half dozen beds arrayed in three bunks. They chunk the bundle of drunk softness into one of the bottom bunks and head back down stairs.
She nods to Gwyn, "Be happy to help you out with that burden whenever your ready." She doesn't push though in case she and red want to... take care of it themselves.
For Naethra she gathers up some food but pauses, "We also have the nutrients we give the girls in the orchard. I mean, we'd have to send someone out to the orchard to get them, but that is an option."
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Gwyn looks at her breasts and looks at Retiaria and Gavin. "Well, I do have two and more beer than any one person would drink. I'd welcome the extra attention- I mean assistance."
Gwyn has a bit of a smile on her face already knowing how good this is going to feel.
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"Afraid it's going to be a communal arrangement tonight."
"That's fine by me." Retiaria said with a shrug. "To be honest, I don't like sleeping alone anyway. Just doesn't feel right."
She watched as the bar staff helped Duran and what was technically Oric up the stairs. Once they were through the door and out of sight, she turned back to Gwen, licking her lips. "So... let's have that drink then..."
Reaching out to unbutton Gwen's blouse, she gently pulled the cloth aside to reveal her bounteous breasts. Cupping them in her hands, she gave them an appreciative heft before turning her attention to a nipple. Giving it a light squeeze, she smiled to see the first drops of beer coming forth. Her tongue darted out to give it a taste- and giving the nipple a playful flick at the same time. "Mmm, delicious."
With that, her lips descended upon the engorged nipple and she began sucking, looking up at Gwen as she did so.
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Nutrients... in the orchard. She'd almost forgotten about the tree-women. How close had she come to becoming one of them? Structurally, what was different between them and her? She really should head out and look but...
She raised her free hand over her mouth to conceal her yawn. How long had this day been? She'd been a tiefling, a tree, a tankard, and some type of plant woman thing today.
"I... I think I'll be just fine with some sleep. Thank you so much for your hospitality. You've done us all a great kindness." She smiled at Gavin before looking back to the full-titted Gwyn. She pictured the imposing inn-keeper and Red suckling at this sloshing tits. She found she really didn't want to think about that. She drank the rest of her cup (and it was just a cup, no familial relation, she reminded herself) and placed it, empty, on the nearby counter. "Would you kindly show me to the communal bunks?"
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Well... okay, best to look inconspicuous. I rest my hands atop each other over my stomach... which just means that my... new curves jiggle all the more as I move, which is all the more distracting. The amount I'm blushing is sure not to help too much... but anyway, I go over to where I remember the fertilizer bucket being... gods this is embarrassing... to give a tree enough so I can get a sample to properly analyze.
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Gavin nods, "Follow me please." She leads the way up the stairs to wear a very cuddly Duran and Oric are occupying one bunk. "If you need anything let me know..I'm sorry how today went.."
Downstairs Red and one of Gavin's girls start in on Gwyn. It takes quite a bit of time.
In the orchard Lou is able to once more feed and milk a tree gaining a vial of the nectar for her troubles. It seems that most of the townsfolk are headed for their beds, to stay out much later would put her in danger of standing out.
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Gwyn moans a little and feels weak in the knees as Retiaira starts to caress her breasts with her lips to coax free the golden brew from trapped inside her swollen breasts. (See, I can write all romance novel like)
The pleasure felt greater than just milking it herself. She could feel how sensitive er nipples had becomes and how wonderful the attention felt. When the other woman joined in Gwyn was overwhelmed and couldn't focus on anything but the pure bliss and pleasure she felt from being milked in this way. She was almost disappointed that once here breasts where empty that she wouldn't be able to feel this way again.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed while the girls filled their thirst. She was so happy to have filled them and enjoyed every moment of it that it could have been hours or days. But in reality was much shorter. As they finished Gwyn ran her fingers wantingly through Red's hair wondering what her alcohol tolerance was.
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As Retiaria drank from Gwen's breast, her tail slid up her leg, rubbing against her thigh. Meanwhile, Retiaria's free hand moved across to squeeze the barmaid's ass. She didn't even realise she was doing it at first, but it felt... right... to be touching her there. As Gwen's hands ran through her hair she let out an occasional moan as they brushed against her horns.
She drank and drank, occasionally stopping for a breather or just to kiss Gwen's breasts. Eventually, she'd had more than enough to get her rather drunk. "Mmm, you taste sho goood..." she said with a giggle, planting a soft kiss on Gwen's nipple.
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I head back to the inn- not for fear of standing out, I've got too many other concerns at present for that to occur to me as numbering among them, and I hold tight to the vial with one hand while my other arm holds tight to my bosom, trying to minimize it's movement- I already feel like I'm bound to overbalance and fall at a moment's notice and all onto my face... should I prioritize gaining some garments to better constrain such? No, I'm sure it'll be unnecessary, I'll have this sample analyzed and have myself back to normal in no time.
It's quit silly really- something I'd never have fallen prey to if the initial transmutation hadn't effected my mind so profoundly.
Arriving back at the inn, provided I do so without incident, I ask where I might find a proper alchemical laboratory, or at least an alembic.
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Gavin meets Lou, "Ok.. You can find the town Chemist tomorrow. She'll be closed up for now, and probably won't open her doors till after these goblins are run out of town or get bored. Still I'm glad you got back here safe.. if that gnoll was still here she would have sniffed you out in a moment."
She draws some curtains as she rolls the pony keg of Gwynbrau behind the counter. "Get some rest, Time enough to fight back, and even to look into what happened tomorrow."
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I blink, and shake my head, curly ringlets bouncing about my shoulders "I'm not much of one for fighting, but I love a good mystery... alright, sleep should certainly help... many magics wear off naturally after sufficient rest as the formic matrix more naturally reasserts itself, so it can't hurt." I mutter "Umm... where should I stay? I need somewhere with a desk and some quiet."
If provided with such, I thank her and update my spellbook with some notes about my day, and get some sleep- though it's very odd finding a comfortable position.
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For as tired as she was, Naethra had a hard time falling asleep. She was in a bed! It'd been ages since she'd been able to sleep in a bed. But still, weary and drained as she was, sleep wouldn't come.
She tossed and turned, her leafy hair ruffling under pressures, her now notable chest and bottom weighing oddly on her frame. Her body felt so different. It took almost an hour for her to realize why it felt so wrong; her tail was gone. It used to curl around her legs under her covers while she slept. Odd that she found herself missing it...
Her mind wandered to the day's trials. To her pink faerie fire, her empowered bolts, and that terrifying moment when her connection had been severed. She tried to think about how that would work, what sort of force or magic could disrupt the pact? How had she been brought here?
When she thought everyone else was asleep, she quietly got up from her bed, fetched a dagger from her pack, and carved the words "What do I owe you?" in elvish over her bunk. Only then, with her question posed, did she find herself drifting into restful sleep.
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Retaria finds herself standing in place in a row along with other warriors. Turning to the side she sees that they are all crimson skinned tieflings, all dressed as gladiators. Nobles walk past looking you all over one stops near you. "I'll take this one." He gestures beside you as the red skinned tiefling steps forward mutely. You get a better look then.. They aren't just like you.. They are you.. Each one of them.. Exactly you.
The noble walks that other you to the front counter.. You are in a store... She is folded up and placed in a bag that the nobles servant takes away. The shop girl, a busty black haired elven woman walks around dusting the Reds on the shelf. "Creepy isn't it?" She smiles, "Knowing your just a thing, a product to be used." She smiles and walks away as a woman of wealth enters and looks around pausing right in front of you. The shop girl smiles at you, "Then again.. you've always known.. in this world.. there are the owners.. and the owned."
You step out following the woman to the front counter, "Just imagine.. so many worlds.. so many products.. but.." The noblewoman's face becomes clear.. her red skin..her horns..
"There is a world or two where things are different.. I wonder where you are.."
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Naethra finds herself in a warm sunlit glen. A deer rests at her feet. Another plant kin emerges and the deer stands and steps to the side. She kisses you soft lips against each other. "You do live in a world dictated by deals and markers and who owns who don't you?" She runs a hand through the leaves of your hair, "I think by your reckoning you would be quite deep in debt." She rests her hands on your hips, "You are not strong enough to repay me yet."
She kisses you again, "Your debt will be deeper than you can possibly conceive, and you will pay more than you ever thought possible." She looks almost sad for a moment, "and when the time comes, you will pay it more eagerly than you can imagine. For now.. Grow stronger... Enjoy your time." She kisses your forehead and pulls one of her own fruits and presses it to your lips, "I won't let you slip away to nothing.. That would be such a waste of investment.."
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Gwyn finds herself running branch to branch. She needs to gather up enough food to see herself through the winter. She makes it back to her little lair acorns and nuts stocked there against the coming winter. She hears noises below. Peaking out of the canopy she can see two legs marching. Off to get themselves killed or eaten or some other bad thing.. She was safe here in the trees..
Another squirrel leaps from another branch to land next her. "Such a small little life. I guess this is the wage of fear." She nuzzles up against Gwyn for a few moments, "but there are other lives.."
Gwyn finds herself leaping from the shadowed undergrowth pouncing the poor bastard who dared enter her territory.. She lets out a howl watching the pathetic humans shrivel into prey for her to hunt. She could rebuild her pack.. start again..
Gwyn now sits at a round table with the rodent and the wolf.. The three are playing cards, "One of us is going to end up on top.. Can you possibly keep us balanced one of us is going to win and take this life."
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Gwyn felt conflicted. Coming from different perspectives. Different lives. She looked at her cards and then at the rodent and the wolf.
"What about we make a deal? We don't need to finish this hand. We can come up with an agreement, or I can defeat you with my hand." Gwyn sets her cards down trying a confident poker face. Hoping she could bluff her way out of a terrible hand, even though she wasn't even sure what game they were playing.
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The sun was pleasant, peaceful. Things seemed so serene here. And then the other plant-woman approached. Wait... why was she a plant-person in her dream? This had just happened earlier that day... shouldn't her dream self-image still be the old her?
Unless this isn't her dream. Why did the other plant woman seem familiar?
Her mind raced, trying to process what was happening. Was this the Lady of Sin? Or... was this her Fae patron? Worryingly... could she be both?
She tried to work her thoughts into words. She tried to say "who are you?" only for her toothless mouth to close on the fruit she'd pushed against her lips, the ripe object bursting with the touch, juices running down her throat.
Naethra woke with a start, panting. After a few quick breaths, she turned her head to the wall where she had carved her question.
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Thoroughly inebriated, Retiaria eventually made her way upstairs with Gwen and the bar wench. She was no stranger to a lack of privacy, so the fact that they were in a common room was no deterrence to her wanting some fun.
After a rather pleasurable time sharing a quite-too-small bed with these two lovely ladies, she eventually fell into a deep sleep, secure and comfortable in their embrace.
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Standing at attention, her 'betters' inspecting her. This was something Retiaria was well used to, and well tired of. Though, the fact that there were so many copies of her was... strange, for sure. Strange that it was, and strange that it didn't feel strange, even though she knew it was. She watched as the other her was taken away, folded (Folded? How?) and bagged for the noble shopper, her lip curling in disgust.
"Creepy isn't it? Knowing your just a thing, a product to be used. Then again.. you've always known.. in this world.. there are the owners.. and the owned."
"Mmm." Retiaria grunted in agreement. The woman staring at her. She... she looked familiar. More than familiar! That was... was that another her? Could she really be like that? Rich, sure, powerful, maybe, but this version of her exuded that sheer essence of nobility that only a true toff could have. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a signet ring on the noble Retiaria's hand. She'd never even dared dream of that, and the sight of it twisted her heart with thoughts of what she had lost, what could have been. Of what... maybe was, for some other version of her? The lucky bitch...
"There is a world or two where things are different.. I wonder where you are.."
"I've been owned before." Retiaria said, stepping out of her place in line. "I'm no noble, but I'm not going back to that. Never again..."
The dream faded, and she awoke with an odd feeling. Steadfast resolution, mixed with a terrible ache of loss and loneliness. She wasn't alone of course, in fact her head was currently nestled between Gwen's voluminous breasts. But still, Gwen couldn't fill that hole. She wasn't her...
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Loucious finds herself standing in her masters library. All there are stacks of books off their shelves. Tomes of great lore simply dropped in place next to shelves and on tables..
Of greater concern is the smell of smoke in the air. Walking around the corner Lou sees no sign of the master, no magical creature just fire pit in the middle of the room with flames leaping merrily from it. One of those dirt grubbing farmers picks up a book, one of the early tomes of transmutation and flips through it.. "Nope.. nothing worthwhile here either." She then causally tosses it into the fire and picks up another irreplaceable book. "Nothing in here tells the real truth." Another book goes into the fire..
Another farmer looks up from tossing a book in, "Maybe we aren't looking at it from the right perspective." Another book goes up in flames.
"Or maybe we aren't were we can see the truth.. Maybe there is no truth.."
In a blink Lou is toiling in a field where vials of liquid grow out of the ground, and rune stones are in pea pods.. "you may be looking from the wrong perspective.." in a flash the fields are massive around here wheat stocks like tree trunks, "Maybe you are someplace you can't see the truth.."
Alma's voice thunders behind Lou, "Maybe there is no truth.." Lou is picked up and dropped landing in giant cleavage, "Paradise and torment are inches away." Lou slips down further in.. the heat and pressure growing.. The massive mamories start to become all enveloping..
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Oric finds herself sitting at a small round table with a shadowed figure. "Well.. You certainly are making use of my gifts.." The voice is feminine and hard to place. You catch a hint of black lace but nothing else. "Be careful.." She places several empty dishes in the middle of the table. "The stillness of things is an easy thing to get addicted to.." She taps a silver tray with a white gloved hand and Oric falls towards it..
Oric the teapot sits in place ready to do it's labors.. Boiling water and leaves are poured into it's body filling it with contented pride.. The figure speaks for a while before snapping her hands in front of the spout, "are you paying attention? No.. your slipping into a life of literal mindless self indulgence." The tea is poured hot and scalding from the teapot...
Oric the teacup recievs the tea and holds it feeling honey and cream mixed in and stirred around. "You know what's funny?" She taps the cup on the saucer and a tiny Oric tumbles out.. "as I was saying.. There is a funny story. One of the hero's of the fall.. She was never a real girl to begin with. DO you think it's honoring her to become a thing?"
She shrugs brushing the tiny oric across the table, "I think a little balance there is called for." she giggles.. "get it... because your tiny..." that giggling follows you to wakefulness..
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Even as I find myself slipping out of the dream, I want to leave a message with the figure. I do my best to cling to the dream just long enough to get my thought out "I don't intend to lose myself to being a thing, but I also don't intend to fear what I might become. I can finally be helpful, I intend to make use of this ability." I wake up, my sex moist with the perversion I find in my dream experience. Hopefully others are to distracted to ask about it... or last night.
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Duran opens her eyes in the novice quarters of the temple.. She looks around and sees the others novices.. today is the day that new paladins are inducted.. Duran was going to show them..
But she blinks.. when did she fall asleep.. she was going to be late! She ran down the corridor huffing and puffing as she went. Finally she made it only to see the scornful looks of her testers. "Why did we even let this one sleep in the temple.. Clearly not paladin material.." Thats when she realizes she's come to the test Naked! The other novices giggle and point at her and her huge butt and thick tail hanging out for all to see.
"At least dress yourself!"
Duran finds herself looking in her wardrobe.. All of the novice robes are for someone tiny and skinny.. The only things that fit are the outfits of the bar maids and cleaning women.. Looking up in the mirror either one fits well.. The swishy skirt... the cute apron.. it all adds up to a fancy pink dragon..
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She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't. First she was late, then she had no cloths on when she did make it. Laughed at and mocked for her curvy form. And now as she tries to find something to wear, it's only the outfits made perfect for serving or cleaning up. Nothing like the robes they need for the initiation This was terrible. Horrible and as she tried in vain to get one of the robes on ,she could only huff as she know what all this means.
if she can't get the right outfit, she'll fail. She won't become a paladin. She'll fail the temple, Aircame, and even herself. The robe just won't work but looking though the rest and checking in the mirror. She least would look pretty in either the skirt or apron. A.. pretty but not heroic pink dragon.
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Everyone slips from their sleep into wakefulness. At some point during the night someone cured Oric. The barmaid departed during the night leaving Retaria and Gwyn to snuggle up during the night. Gwyn can already tell that she's going to need to relive herself of beer again at some point dureing the day, although she's not burdened yet.
Naethra finds that there is nothing at all in the place where she carved out her vandalism last night. Even her original carving is gone.
The smell of some sort of oat porridge wafts up the stairs into the room.
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Burning... Burning books?!??
I stop my efforts to straighten up the library immediately and move to tackle the person burning books! There- I mean, even if they AREN'T perfectly accurate they are of worth! I barrel down at her, running fast as I can only to find... I'm running through a field where the work of skillful and intensive effort is growing from the ground. That's... Well, it's absurd by definition! Decent visual pun though... And an excellent metaphor for what I have seen since I used that teleportation spell. I give my dreaming mind kudos for thinking it up... And then I am small. Powerless, overwhelmed. Again this is obvious, but my mind now gets no points for subtlet- Alma? Didn't she say something about the effects of the nectar? I should ask her more about it... I- what is she doing? No- no! Can't breathe! I try to crawl out, thrashing and...
Wake up. "Well that was intense..." I mutter. One thing my dream has successfully communicated though: I have the wrong perspective. When one sees impossible things happening, the only conclusions are that you are wrong about what is impossible and/or things are not what they seem... There IS truth, of some sort, there always is, and I'm all the more determined to find it.
I get up and head out to find Alma.
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"Well, shit." Naethra quietly murmured to herself, staring at the perfectly non-descript spot on the wall. She didn't really know what she expected to happen, but she'd rather been hoping for some more direct sign of intervention. Quickly, while the memories were still fresh, she tried to run things through.
She was visited in her dreams last night. That was a definite contact with an entity. Most likely the Lady of Sin from how overly sexual she was. She saw and felt what the Lady wanted her to.
The question she'd carved onto the wall had been aimed at figuring out what interest the Lady had in her. To be honest, it was also supposed to be a gentle probe into a very troubling question. She'd gotten a hold of the Lady's attention, but only had worrisome suppositions to show for it.
She picked up her focus and looked into the crystal. That was given to her by her patron. It wasn't pearly before she was brought here. That was a point against her hypothesis.
She didn't know who her patron was. She had no name, no contact, no mission, no directives, nothing. Just a promise she made, exhausted and teary-eyed and terrified. She hadn't read much about pacts with the great fae, but she was given to understand that they were generally more hands on. That would be a point for her hypothesis...
Her magic was faerie in origin. That was clear just from the spells she found herself able to wield. That was a point against... unless the Lady is Fae? That seemed unlikely, but she couldn't rule it out. Whatever she was, she was at least as powerful as a deity here. Could a deity in her own realm sever a magical connection? She didn't know enough about the underlying metaphysics to decide for certain. Maybe the wizard would know?
That was another problem... if her hypothesis was correct, how would her teammates respond to learning she was utterly at the whim, mercy, and command of the entity that dragged them all here? As far as Naethra could tell, the only thing the Lady would get out of them was amusement.
Gods damnit, after all that she still didn't answer the question she'd carved into the wall. She was drowning in debt, and someone would call it in someday. The terms were nebulous, but grand. When her pact was with a distant fae lady, that had seemed like an attractive prospect, but now... did she still have a lady to serve? Had her debt been sold? Was her magic coming from this Sin-bitch? Was being indebted to an unnamed Fae Lord really any better than being owned by the Lady of Sin? How much did she have to lose?
That last question stuck with her as she peered into her crystal orb.
"I think," she said aloud as her companions began to wake up, "that I should ask around and see if I can find a shield. And I think we need to talk strategy. The goblins were looking for six adventurers, and then they assumed they were only looking for three after they captured the idiots who fought them. To me, that means they don't have Aerin. Given that its unlikely our... princess, for lack of a better word, is being held there... do we still want to fight them?"
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@Dichotomy
Lou feels a hand on her shoulder as she gets ready to leave the inn. "Hold up there missy. Where do you think your going without your friends and without your breakfast?" It's Gavin with a smile on her face and a steaming bowl in her hand. "What's the almighty rush out there when you've still got some gobbos poking into things and lifting skirts like the naughty girls that they are?"
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Duran sits up only to gasp and grab onto her head. It pounded like she's smacking her own head with her mace. Hurting like never ending hell. "Wh.. what the abyss even happen last night?" Duran whined out as she barely heard the others stir. When Naethra makes the point that dealing with the Gnoll isn't required Duran responded with a long rousing speech on how they are clearly an evil force that brings misery upon this town and other would be victims of the Lady of Excess. However it only came out as an annoyed "Nggggaaaaahhh!" Before she finally tried to stand. Feeling surprisingly winded despite an amazing rest. Likely do from all that alcohol she endured the morning before.
She took her time getting her armor on, not that hasty arming is even possible with the clunky thing but it felt more weighted then usual. It actually wasn't, just a feeling. But after a good solid ten minutes she'll finally get it on and likely be the last one to head down.
Finally trying to get downstairs she would find herself pushed up against the inn wall, using it as a way to keep her body steady as she made her way downstairs. To the first good chair she can find (which was the nearest one) she plopped down on it and laid her upper body on the table. Head resting on it. "Why does my head feel like a thousand bricks has fallen upon it?" She asked to no one in particular.
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Gwyn woke up cuddling with Retiaria. But something felt off as she started to stir. Her breasts were already starting to swell. She could fill them filling up. This wasn't just a one shot. She had to keep this up. Damn it. But she thought she'd try to keep things to herself, maybe.
She listened as Neathra burst the plan Gwyn was charging towards. "If our princess is in a different castle, then where is she?"
"We should still fight the goblins and help the city." Gwyn pushed for that option. A little motivated to keep the wolf and rodent in balance.
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"Can we, though?" Naethra replied to Gwen. She noticed the elf girl's breasts were still notably larger than they used to be.
"We had a rough time fighting just two of them, and even then one ran away to get help. And you saw how many the gnoll was able to rouse up searching for us. A straight-up fight only ends one way."
She thought about the essence drained from the other warriors, and the gem Oric had found on the goblin wolf-rider...
"Although... we could try to bleed them, diminsh their forces bit by bit. Set up traps and ambushes to take out individuals or small groups."
Naethra frowned as she hauled herself out the bed. She felt rustled... Was bed-leaves a thing?
"Either way, we should leave here soon. Gavin seems reliable, but I'd bet the gnoll has a spy or informant somewhere in this town."
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"And even if she don't, we're putting these people in danger as long as we stay here. They've already done us a solid, it'd be shit if we got them punished or whatever." Retiaria said, carefully disentangling herself from Gwen and sitting up. "We said we'd fight that Queen bitch, and I'm still up for it. No one gets famous for sitting around doing nothing, right? Besides, you saw what happened to those other idiots. If her troops find us, they'll make us their slaves at best. That is not happening. They're looking for us, so our best bet is to bring the fight to them. That said..."
She stretched and let out a yawn, her tail flicking lazily. "Breakfast and a bath first. Massage too, if Gav's got got anyone who knows how."
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I certainly don't agree with the idea of fighting the gnoll and her goblins, but I don't think I can abandon these people either if they choose to fight. I make a silent prayer, calling on my divine patron with all my heart "If you can hear me, please, give me guidance. I want to protect these people, to keep them safe and out of trouble. But they seem intent on charging right into harms way, so at least I desire the power to care for them. If there is something I can do to help them with the goblins and hte gnoll, please, show me the way."
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I blink, bewildered for a moment "Missy? Oh... right, me, erm, well I was looking for someone- I had a dream which reminded me that I oughtn't begin studying about a subject buntil I have done sufficient research to determine what is already known, and was on my way ou- oh, thank you." I take the offered food and eat a bite- "Often I forget to eat when left to my own devices- in any case, I was on my way out to find someone who should know more than a little about my current area of study, in order to conduct something of an interview."
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Gavin smiles as she sets a table, "Well.. you need to think of things other than your studies. And remember to eat.." She smiles as she sets down a glass of juice in front of you, 'Healthy body healthy mind." As Duran slumps her way into the common room Gavin helps her into a chair putting a bowl of hot oat porridge and some juice in front of her, "that pain you feel.. is from over-consuming ale for the first time in your whole damn life.. Seriously where did you live where you didn't even have a glass of wine?"
The gods are their typical silent selves dureing morning prayers..Although Others around Oric will note the Lace wristband she picked up is now being worn around her neck..
As the rest of the crew makes it to the common room the table is set with breakfast for all of them.. The Hot grain mixture is easy enough even for Naethra to eat. Gavin sets juice before you all, "Ok.. I understand that each of you had a rough day yesterday.. and probably want to get some revenge." SHe smiles, "I encourage this.. The force she left back is proving a damned nuisance. Losing a day to their goofery is one thing.. but we had to do a lot to keep them from damaging the orchard, and there are still at least three of our tenders at their tender merceries right now.."
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Duran looks at the porridge and juice offered to her. Reaching over to take a drink to help try to fight the pounding headache. "I.. I have had a bit of wine during temple ceremonies but.. it's only a sip..." She sighs softly but gives her a more clear answer as she tries to focus. "I um.. lived at a temple to Aircame" She explained before taking a bite of the porridge. Afterwards she slumps back onto the chair, head on the table when she spies a common rag. Her head rises and a hand slides over it then rubs it lightly on the table. Cleaning some of the juice she accidentally spilled onto the table. Once she is done she places the rag back down and gives it an assuring pat. Then back down her head goes as she tries to recover.
Listening to Gavin's words, slowly trying to sit up as she rubs a forefinger and thumb against her forehead. "This isn't about revenge. The gnoll must be stopped For your sake and the sake of all other adventurers who she's captured or done worse to."
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I blink, bewildered "...revenge? Oh, erm... at their mercy... might Alma be among those constrained?" I ask, frowning "I erm, I needed to ask her something." I eat quickly, eager to be about my business. There is so much to learn!
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Naethra was a tad worried by Gavin's generosity, but if she had any untoward intentions there was no reason the party wouldn't be enslaved or under her thrall already. "Thank you," she said to his offer of porrige and juice. She tried not to dwell on how odd it felt eating without teeth.
"So you think we can take them out? When we were ambushed, we were able to defeat a wolf rider, but the... dancer, I suppose, just ran off. There were two of them with the gnoll when she arrived. One escaped and then all of this happened," Naethra waved a green hand at the party and room in general.
"I mean, starting with the stragglers here in town sounds like a good start, but aren't you worried they might call reinforcements? This only works if none get away."
Somehow, Naethra doubted Gavin would produce any peasant levies from her charming little town.
"And what are these tenders?" she asked to Gavin and Lou. "I was a trifle indisposed last evening, so I haven't seen much of the town." Aside from the bar, tables, wash sink, and shelves. She'd seem them Very well.
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Gavin nods, "Alma was among those taken. She'll be... entertaining the goblins till they tire of her."
She looks to Naethra, "sorry, Tenders of the grove.. Our farmers who tend to fruit groves. Your friend here would fit in amoung them pretty well.. if She could act the part."
Gavin shrugs, "It's been a long time since I made tactical choices, I know that the other three ran into the teeth of a fully prepped army.. I can't imagine you lot being that silly."
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Her stomach rumbling, Retiaria pulled her armour on and headed downstairs, where she could smell something delicious beingcooked.
Instead she got porridge. Woohoo.
"Morning all."
She took a seat and got started on the porridge and juice.
"It's been a long time since I made tactical choices, I know that the other three ran into the teeth of a fully prepped army.. I can't imagine you lot being that silly."
"But you did once before? Were you an adventurer before settling down here?"
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"It's been a long time since I made tactical choices, I know that the other three ran into the teeth of a fully prepped army.. I can't imagine you lot being that silly."
"No, we would never do that." Naethra said as she turned to look directly at Gwyn for entirely unrelated reasons.
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Another choice goblin expletive later, I'm back to common "That's unfortunate... is there any way to get the goblins to grow bored more quickly?" I sigh, and brush hair out of my face with evident frustration "...this will takr some acclamation... anyway how many goblins?"
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"Well, stabbing 'em a whole bunch'd probably do it." Retiaria suggested. "Assuming there's not too many for us to take, and fighting them won't bring down more heat on Gav's people of course."
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Gwyn was being quiet, still adjusting a bit to things. But finally getting up to speed "Well, we should go help Gav's people. This really isn't a choice. Point the way, and we'll take care of it."
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Naethra opened her mouth to advise caution, or point out missed sarcasm, she wasn't quite sure which, when a better thought occurred.
"Well... we can do better than that. Frontal attacks won't work forever... but our new wizard lass here is apparently a dead-ringer for the grove tenders. She was walking about while we were all inanimate yesterday, so they've seen her already. We can use that to set up an ambush. If Lou here can draw them to a kill-zone of our choice, we can ambush them. I'd set down the magic-fire, Gwyn uses her sleep spell, and then everyone else just descends on the prone, helpless, and likely hungover goblins. If we do it right, they won't have a chance to run for help or raise an alarm."
She found the idea growing on her. "Think of it as practice. If this works, we can build on it, approaching the goblins piecemeal, in manageable groups. There's some precedent for it." She recalled Arthuin's treatise on aesymettrical warfare. The northwoods campaign had been a favorite subject of hers... a valiant triumph by out-numbered and out-matched Sienhelm forces won through cleverness. Lovely read.
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"Niiiiice." Retiaria said with a big grin. "Brains and brawn, I like it!"
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I reflexively move to push up my glasses on the bridge of my nose, only to remember they didn't seem to make it through the costume change. So I grumble and raise an admonitory finger "First of all, it's not 'Wizard lass', this is a temporary, albeit fascinating, transmutational anomaly, and I can assure you that it doesn't change anything fundamental such that referencing needs an update. Secondly, even if they do not successfully flee, they are known to be here in this village, or at least that was their last known location. Should they last be known to be here, and then not be seen again, you believe the lack of confirmation will allay suspicion? As I understand it, they have some very... well frankly interesting albeit a bit frighting jewelry they will care about, even if they do not care for their troops in specific, and WILL come looking for such. You think the village will be spared simply because they claim not to know what happened and that the goblins were fine when they left town?"
I shake my head "No, simply let me go talk to them, it is my understanding that they aren't harming anyone overmuch, our only conflict with them is on their timeline for leaving. Surely there is something we can offer to accelerate that."
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Naethra curved her lips into a rueful grin. She forgot just how new this wizard was to this whole place.
"Ideally, we'd follow up this little ambush with another, taking out whoever is sent to investigate. We draw her forces out and remove them when they don't have access to superior numbers. It might be prudent to ignore them and try to sneak past their stronghold, but that has its own host of risks and, besides," she looked at Ryu, then Gwen, and then Red, "half of our party is dead-set on this course."
She tapped her fingers on the wooden table, trying to decide just how much of her private thoughts she wanted to vocalize. "Those rings you mentioned... they are a real prize. If they possess the essence of warriors and can convey a measure of skill, then we could use some ourselves. Steal that power before the fighting escalates. Or..." she looked at Gavin, "we could use them to turn some farmers into reinforcements. Maybe get a few volunteers for extra push towards the end."
She shook her head. "But that's all in the future. Right now... there's no reason we can't follow both plans." She focused on Lou, trying to appear genial and friendly, "we set up the ambush, you speak with the goblins, and when that inevitably fails to create a peaceful resolution you run them back into our kill-zone."
She smiled, keeping her lips closed.
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"So sounds like we have a plan. We'll be your backup. And they try to kill you, or various other bad things, I'll put them to sleep. like actual sleep and not like dead. It'll be all safe and the like." Gwyn agreed with Neathra's suggestion, "So a light brunch then fisticuffs, or the lack thereof. We should get ready"
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Gavin listens in, "The gnoll queen relies on this town for certain supplies including a couple of casks of wine every so often.. She would not be pleased with any subordinate of hers that overstepped and caused the supplies to stop. We'll be safe enough.. Adventurers come through all the time to make trouble. She mostly makes trouble right back. That said... No one who's left has ever returned, but I like to think that they go deeper. I'd also like to think there is a way out someplace deeper in, maybe through the fort."
One of the barmaids returns, "Good news.. Looks like they are splitting up 3 at their borrowed base.. Three on patrol. They aren't splitting up more than that.. but it looks like numbers are on our side this time."
Gavin nods, "Good, Oh.. I'd hang onto those crystals.. While they might not seem to do much.. So long as you have them attuned you'll have a slightly mixed up essence." She smiles, "Drunk gnolls talk like anyone else.. apparently their ability to drain essence into crystals becomes quote, 'about as much full as getting tar out of my fur.' end quote."
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I let out a weary sigh "Fine, if we're going to do this, we should just go for it. Everyone ready up, we've got goblins to take out." I clutch my crystal pendant, stealing myself for the fight to come. I repeat everything I know about gnolls and goblins in the back of my mind, and everything we've learned about this specific group. If we could somehow convince them we're playing with them rather than fighting we might have an easier time getting them to indulge in the pleasure.
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"Aww, I was hoping for a massage first." Retiaria sighed. "Ah well, after the fight maybe?"
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The dragonborn listened in the best she could against her own headache. Watching everyone discuss a course of action. Luckily they seem to be slowly deciding that stopping the Gnoll is important. Which is what Duran definitely wants to do. She slowly raises her head as it seems to be getting settled. "I'm ready to go as soon as my head clears of this constant pounding. Until then... uuugh." It was the most she could contribute as her head drips to the table once more.
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As breakfast is had The dragonborne starts to feel better.
Which is a very good thing as a woman carrying a basket of limes slips into the Inn.. "Those goblins are on their way! Unless you've got a good place to hide those adventurers you best get ready for a brawl!" She drops the fruits on the counter and heads out of the door not wanting to get mixed up in all of this.
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"Drat... this accelerates things. Take positions around the room, get ready to hit them when they enter the door. Lou, if you're still feeling hopeful, now and just outside of the inn are the time and place to try being diplomatic. If that fails, just invite them inside for some debauchery."
Naethra stood up and began looking for a table or counter she could crouch behind, with a good firing angle to the door.
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"Ah, zog..." Retiaria muttered, opening up her satchel and pulling out her weapons. She was properly equipped for a fight within moments.
"I'm ready to go as soon as my head clears of this constant pounding. Until then... uuugh."
"Deal with it. I've fought hung over plenty of times..."
She took up a position just inside the door, ready to strike at any goblin who stepped through, hiding behind a convenient hat stand.
[Stealth 3+2 = 5. An ambusher is me...]
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Duran rubs her head, it's finally starting to clear up "Fighting with this kind of headache sounds dumb..." she says in respond to Retiaria's words. Finishing out her meal, she finally felt like she could think straight just in time when a woman warns of goblins coming this way. Duran's first instinct was similar to Retiaria, to set out an ambush as she tries to find a good hiding spot close to the door.
But with her fat ass she quickly realized nowhere she stood would really help. "To abyss with this." she muttered and just stands near the door, ready and holding out her mace and shield. "They won't know what hit em anyway."
[Stealth Check - roll 14 - 2 = 12 and 8 - 2 = 6 Surprisingly sneakier then a tiefling but not enough]
[Prepared Spell Switch - Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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"Of course it's dumb." Retiaria replied with a chuckle. "Never stopped anyone drinking too much the night before a big fight though..."
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Naethra spotted a counter with a good vantage point, and tried to jump over it to take cover.
(Stealth roll = 1)
She promptly caught her leg on the counter, slipped, knocking down a half dozen cups and crashing bodily into the cupboard behind it. She tried to regain her footing, but her bright green leaves stood out shockingly against the drab interior.
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In a display of possibly the worst ambushmanship ever the group scatters making noise and standing out.. and that is when the three goblins come sailing in through the window. One carrying a two handed axe dressed in light armor but clearly already steamed and looking for a fight, One dressed dancers garb three images already swirling around her, and the last carrying a shield, mace and with some sort of magical force swirling around her.
They look around ready for a throw down with the adventurers.. Looks like bar fight is on!
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Gwyn pulled her sword and looked at the goblins.
"Well, I've always liked a good bar fight. Just no one let anything happen to the beer. Took me a while to make it." Gwyn comments.
(Intit - 4)
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Retiaria spun to face the goblins who had smashed through the window instead of using the door. "Well, turns out we fucking suck at ambushes... ah well, fuck it. I ain't naturally a hider. Let's do this then, bitches!"
[Initiative: 17+2= nineteen]
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[initiative 17-1=16]
[charisma save 19+1=20]
I ready my hammer and shield, staring intently at the goblins. I feel my chest grow tight. I know that goblin.
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"Mab's tits'" Naethra spat in Sylvan as she steadied herself. At least the counter was decent cover.
(Initiative : 10)
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"Guys... next time we just stand still and let them walk in..." Duran suggests way to late as she gets her weapon out. Looking rather prepared this time to fight.
(Initiative: 19 - 2 = 17, 16 -2 = 14)
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((init 16 + 2 = 18))
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The goblins nod to each other, ready to engage the moment they lept into the building. They start to spread out but also to move up to engage the adventurers. The one with the mace and shield chants a few words and levels her mace at Duran summoning some kind of lustful magic at her.
(it is now Retaria's turn)
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Having seen what the dancer goblins did to the other adventurers, Retiaria knew exactly who she was going after first. She wasn't going to allow them to make her a slave again! The whole illusion thing meant her usual 'throw a net on the bitch' tactic wouldn't be so useful here, so instead she just vaulted a table and thrust her trident at her. The one in the middle was probably the real one, right?
[Hit: 12+4= 16
Damage: 4+4= 8]
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The tridet is thrust strong and true right into the goblin dancer.. Who whips away like so much dust in the breeze
<it is now Lou's turn>
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(Con Save: 14 + 2 = 16)
Duran felt magical energy descend upon her but shakes it off! Waving the lustful magic away. Eyeing the mace goblin carefully. "Careful, I think even the one with a mace is a spellcaster!"
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As everyone begins scrambling around... well, I think a fight here is stupid, but they seem set on one, so one is bound to happen.
I take a moment to chant myself up some protection, basic mage armor, that shouldn't seem too aggressive... ((my AC is now 15))
Once they burst in and take the first attacks though... well, I saw what happened to that warrior yesterday, and I'd like to see it not happen to me! I grab a scrap of meat from a nearby table, and case with a wide, sweeping motion and a slippery sounding phrase- and a thick layer of grease sluices out of nowhere for 10 feet from where I gestured, a foot or so from the window they all just sprang through.
((Slick grease covers the ground in a 10-foot square centered on a point within range and turns it into difficult terrain for the duration.
When the grease appears, each creature standing in its area must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or fall prone. A creature that enters the area or ends its turn there must also succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or fall prone. ))
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The grease hits the floor under them and the goblin with the axe goes down hard falling on her ass.
The others remain standing however.
The dancer dances back from the tiefling slipping out of the grease but provoking an attack from her.
She then does a spin and wiggles her hips in the direction of the pink paladin, "You should go to the back and hide from us.. hide as well as you can..." She giggles as Duran must make a wisdom save.
Oric and the goblin with the mace lock eyes for long moments before approaching each other while a golden light from oric surrounds them and the goblin sits down directly on oric's face.
[see Oric character page for details]
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With a triumphant snarl, Retiaria thrust her trident at the retreating goblin, her foot automatically moving forwards to give the blow power and stability- straight into the grease. "Whoah!"
Her foot slipping, the shot went wild.
[Opp attack: Hit: 1 + who cares, it's a crit fail]
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The goblin with the axe stands up and unsteadily steps out of the grease next to Retaria who is the only one she can reach.. with a howl of fury she attacks!
(Retria takes 8 damage from the battleaxe swing)
The goblin is clearly unhinged but even in her fury she can't help but pose sexily, and it seems she has an undercurrent of calm even while the rage bubbles forth.
(it is now duran's turn)
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(Wisdom Save: 3 + 2 = 5 )
Duran raises her mace as she watches the dancer started to move towards her. Ready to strike, to attack this thing when it boldly gets close. All she has to do, is keep her eyes on her eyes. Yes that's a good idea. Keep an eye on her eyes and not those wiggly sexy hips. The ones that are bouncing left and right. Left and right. Huh... like a pendulum those sweet hips rock and she could swear the goblin said something to her. Something important. Right! She needs to hide! Hide really well in the back room. Yeah that's a great idea!
And thus without saying a word Duran started to walk towards the backroom they used toh ide before. Trying to think of the best way to hide. There wasn't any furniture she could slip behind so... maybe.. with those pills...
[Double Move to the back room]
[Prepared Spell Switch - Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Suggestion: Hide.. Must Hide... Be the next queen of hiding!]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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Naethra was crouched behind the counter, perched awkwardly as the opening seconds of the battle played out, her not-so-cunningly-planned ambush utterly disintegrating. Red had fallen flat on her tail, Oric was doing... something. What the hells was that dwarf thinking? And Duran was just... walking away.
The familiar fear bubbled within her. This was bad. Just once, she'd like a fight to not go to hell in the first second. Everything looked like it was spiralling out of control, and with Oric and Duran both out of it, their ability to recover would be greatly hindered. She bit her lip, or tried to; she ended up with a contorted frown as even that familiar comfort had vanished. She had one idea...
She darted around the counter, rushing towards the goblins and stopping just at the edge of the oil-spill. She tried to get within ten feet of the Dancer, the one Duran had been fixated on, but the others as well if she could, and the goblin weidling a great-weapon. She was terrified, and desperately tried not to think of what happened last time she did this, or the last time she had used her borrowed magic near these goblins. The instant she was within range, standing outside the grease-spill, she screamed.
She twisted her fear and anguish and frustration into an otherwordly howl, feeling the fae magic surge around her. "Tremble, and despair," she howled in Sylvan, "your doom is upon you."
((Naethra casts Fey Presence, trying to fear each creature in a 10 foot cube. Her ideal target is the dancer and her clones, then the other goblin, then avoiding other party members. She has tried to position herself so that anyone feared will be forced to move or react into or on top of the grease spill. They must make a wisdom save to resist.))
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Naethra moves up carefully to catch the dancer without striking her allies this time. The dancer cowers back awed by the sudden seeming avatar of natures wrath, but duran continues to move under the suggestion of her hypnotic magic.
(it is now gwyn's turn)
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Gwyn looks at the chaos that has ensued in a very short amount of time. Red had already been hit hard and seems to have a rough start.
"Red, you can own these guys! Beat them up!" She shouts giving Red Bardic Inspiration
(Once within the next 10 minutes, Red can roll a 1d6 and add the number rolled to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw it makes.)
That damned dancer. She was determined to do something about her this time.
She focused on the dancer and her forms hoping this would work. Sending a medley of whispers that just simply didn't have a beat or a rhythm that she could dance to. Notes that simply clashed and a was grating on her ears.
((Dancer needs to make a Wis Save or take 3d6 = 11 damage and run as far away as she can. On a save she takes half damage and doesn't have to run.
Also let me know if this is unable to target her and I'll take my chances with an arrow))
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The noises cause the dancer to stumble briefly but she maintains her composure in the face of these awful noises. Duran continues her search for the perfect hiding place seeing three barmaid uniforms freshly washed and laid out.
(it is now red's turn)
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"Agh, fuck!"
Retiaria grimaced as the goblin's axe struck her. Damn, that hurt! Snarling, she swung her shield at her head- this was just a feint though, as her trident jabbed out at her abdomen at the same time.
[Hit: 15+4 = 19]
Damage: 6+4 = 10]
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The goblin takes the strike with the trident and roars her defiance back into the Tiefling's face.
The face sitting duel continues the motions a blur.. clearly they are going faster than the rest if you.
[Lou's turn]
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I frown, this isn't going super well... what in the 27 and a half hells is that dwarf DOING?
Well, I had better offer what support I can ongoing, even if I'm far from a battlemage. I make a gesture and hurl a more of fire at the goblin attacking the tifling.
((19+2 so 21 to hit, 4 damage.))
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The goblin with the axe takes a the fire bolt to the back, but her body barely quivers, she only has eyes for the tiefling at this point.
The dancing goblin steps back fearful of the big green plant.. but she tries to knock that fear down to size.. She blows three kisses as she spins forming three pink hearts that fly out and strike the plant girl one on each breast and a single magically empowered blown kiss right to the pussy..
(Naethra takes 11 damage)
The glow fades from around Oric. The cleric is panting, but still herself.. The goblin cleric on the other had has fared much more poorly now being a feralized girl no larger than a guinea pig. [see Orics character page for details]
(Oric takes 12 damage, Mace gobbo is down!)
The goblin with the ax roars and swings again Getting Retaria with another will crushing blow..
(6 damage
Duran, then Naethra's turn)
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[Move action]
Duran continues to walk as nobody can shake the dancer's focus apart. She opens the door and marches right into the familiar back that her friends hide in and right where the Goblin said to hide. She needs to hide. She MUST HIDE in here. "Hiding behind an object even the big dresser would be too obvious..." Duran muttered to herself in thought as she drawn out the pill Gavin as give her, looking all about until she found what she was looking for. Opening the dresser if that's what it takes to find the bar maiden's outfits and more importantly where their shoes are. "Perfect." She says as she slips the pill closer... and closer to her mouth. Right to her lips and...
[Action]
wait.
"Wait..." It dawns on her that she'll stick out as the bonus pair of shoes! She counts the outfits to make sure but still decides that if she really wants to hide so well the goblins could never find her, she picks up one set and throws it out the window. Unknowingly buying herself some time from making herself helpless.
[Action: Shoe Toss out the window.. does this need a roll? Bah it gets a dex roll anyway. 11 - 2 = 9, 4 -2 = 2 ....
Well for the record I won't use this as another way to stall out another turn]
[Prepared Spell Switch - Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Suggestion: Hide]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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"Titania's perky ass!" Naethra cursed in Sylvan as she recovered from the Dancer's assault.
That felt... very good. Really, really good, and her body wanted to feel more of it, but she yet had the presence of mind to force those thoughts away.
She took a deep breath, raised her focus, and poured her borrowed magic into a lance of lightning aimed at the Dancer who struck her.
(15 + 2 + 5 = 20 to hit, 8 + 3 + 1(?) = 12-13 Lightning Damage (depending one whether or not sexy-time buff is still in effect))
6/17 health
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(The sexy times buff is not currently in effect.)
The bolt of energy flys true striking her in the chest. THe two illusions next each take a bow before fading away into nothing as she looks down at her chest in disbelief. She looks up eyes glazing worship-fully at Naethra taking her hand and kissing her palms before fading in a golden light.
Duran finds the suggestion to hide to now be an odd one as she stands pill at her lips, she may now act normally.
(Gwyn's turn)
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Duran raises her mace as she watches the dancer started to move towards her. Ready to strike, to attack this thing when it boldly gets close. All she has to do, is keep her eyes on her eyes. Avoiding that dancing step and those swaying hips will likely help fight back whatever power she would try to have on the dragonborn. The goblin began to speak in a rather soft and giggly tone.
"You should go to the back and hide from us.. hide as well as you can..."
Duran blinked upon hearing this and just growled at the dancer. "What!? Of all the stupidest things I've heard... There is no way that I'm gonna leave my friends and..."
Duran blinked again as she stood in the back room. She at first just stared ahead towards the window where a pair of shoes have crashed onto the ground. Then she looked down at what was in front of her lips. Lowering that hand down to her side very slowly as she pieces together what actually happen. "Yaz's wit. I can't believe I almost fell for that." She muttered to herself, glad for one thing. No one can see how red faced this pink paladin is right now.
There still however is the clash of blows in the other room as Duran turned back to the door, realizing the fight is not over. Not yet. "Hang on everyone!" Duran tried to call out to let them know she's coming.
[Suggestion Broken!]
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Gwyn feels a little more relaxed seeing the dancer vanish. With that threat gone she knows she can work on helping Retiaria from the axe goblin that keeps striking her.
She pulls her blade and decides to take the same path as Red her self and charge at the goblin, run up and jump off the table and bring her rapier stabbing down into the goblin.
(Crit! 20!)
(Damage 7+5+2=14)
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Gwyn's blade strikes true the force of the blow staggering the goblin back for a moment but she is still in the fight and ready to keep going.
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Gwyn smiles at her success and looks to Retiaria, "See? I can keep up."
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Retiaria couldn't help but moan as the goblin's axe struck her, her knees almost buckling at the sudden surge of arousal. She didn't think she could take another hit like that...
"Whoo! Gwen, that was fucking awesome!" Retiaria cheered with a grin. She combat rolled around the axe-bearing goblin to a flanking position, her trident scything up to impale the greenskin's squishy bits as she rose.
[Hit 16/17+4= 21
Damage: 5+4= 9]
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The goblin is panting and moaning now.. but not quite out of the fight yet.
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"What the..." Naethra murmured as she witnessed the goblin's illusions vanish, and the goblin before her kiss her palm before shuddering away in a shower of golden light.
This... this was bizarre. But at least there was only one goblin left, and Red had been head-butting that one from the start. Hopefully, it wouldn't meet its end in such a serene, disturbing fashion...
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A little out of breath, lost in all the rapid happenings, I butter "...I'm NOT a battle mage why is everyone moving so fast?" and prime another spell. "If only I'd been able to properly learn Polymorph yet..." but no use wishing, banal fire bolts would have to do. I bring my palms together and my focus to bear at the remaining, squirming goblin. What is wrong with her? That... like I said I'm no battle mage but that hardly seems like proper behavior for the middle of a battle... and my last bolt just seemed to make one of them shiver? FIRE made them shiver? This... there is much to be learned from this strange place and- FOCUS Luscious!
((9 to hit... probably not good enough))
I let loose my bolt of fire at the remaining goblin. It strikes the wall behind her with an almost mocking puff and fizzle. What is WRONG with me today? Then I look down at myself ad at my surroundings... right. okay, some degree of inattention is to be expected. I cut myself some slack.
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The bolt of fire flies wide leaving the goblin still panting still in a focused furry fury..
(it is now oric's turn)
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I abandon my shield to hold my warhammer with both hands. She's not dodging so much as enduring. It's time to put an end to that endurance. I point my warhammer at her "If there's anything in particular you want to end up as voice it now." Giving her only a moment to contemplate I charge forward and bring my hammer down upon her.
[18+3= 21 To hit. 6+1=7 for damage]
(If she goes down and it's possible use spare the dying on her so we can get info.)
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The goblin is struck with the hammer blow.. She turns to face Oric moaning. Then she lets out a howl dropping to all fours as she transforms into a wolf. She lets out one more howl as she vanishes away.
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"Huh, what's with these guys and wolves?" Gwyn asks and looks around, "everyone ok and accounted for?"
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"Guys I'm here!" Duran shouted as she ran in form the back room and into the main bar area only to blink and see the grease on the ground still, some people also on the floor and most of the rest standing up. But with one thing missing. The draognborn looked around rather confused. "Wait... where's all the goblins go?" She asked as she started to lower her mace. 'Don't tell me they made me wander away until you finished them...." She sounds rather disappointed. After all, what if someone got seriously wounded while she was away? What good's a paladin who fails to protect?
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this.
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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"Oh, hells..." Naethra groaned.
"Thorns, rot, and damnation," she continued, prodding the area where the berserker had stood with her spear.
"Another one got away! That means, best case scenario, the three still in the village are on their way right now, and worst-case, the gnoll and her entire enterage will be on our heels in minutes!"
Naethra activates Detect Magic and quickly scans the room.
"We need to get ready and we need to get moving," she murmured, audibly alarmed.
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"Yeah, kinda..." Retiaria replied to Duran. "We kicked their cute, sexy... mmm... arses..."
To Naethra, she said "Did she? Everyone else turned into stuff, maybe the wolf was just... what she became?"
The fact that she was talking was a good sign, but thd wandering hands, slightly vacant look and obviously aroused tone of voice showed just how much of a pounding Red had taken in that fight.
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I sigh as the last one goes down "We should find somewhere to hide and take a breather. I don't like back to back fights."
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There are only the lingering aura's of the battles magics to be seen in the Inn.. And.. a few trinkets left behind by the goblins as they vanished into thin air.
(the party gains the following loot that I'm just going to tell you about because I'm too lazy to keep it a secret.
1 enchanted copper anklet: provides the benefits and drawbacks of wearing chainmail armor.
1 crystal pendant of the enchanter
1 crystal pendant of the pack leader
1 potion of healing)
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Naethra looked over the enchanted debris left from the fight. "Two pendants and an anklet," she murmured, "that's... heartening, I suppose. If the wolf one got away, at least she's missing her gear.
She picked up the necklace with the strongest shimmer to her borrowed fey-sight. Likely one directly related to magic... And perhaps another borrowed source of power, but at least one with no demands. Knowing where they came from, she wasn't certain what to make of the prospect now that it presented itself.
She turned to Red, and then Oric. Red was... well, aroused to the point of weak-at-the-knee intoxication, but she mug by have a point.
"Do you think that's safe, Oric?" she asked. "If the wolf escaped, we may have more, many more, headed our way right now. We could try to relocate, or restore ourselves, but.."
She but her lip, or tried to without teeth. She hadn't realized just how strongly she'd been hit, and without the barely suppressed terror of a fight to keep her focused...
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"It just seems that it's always with the wolf stuff. Or maybe I got wolf on the brain after my breasts ate one." Gwyn bends down and pick up the pendent with that resembles a wolf, "See? seems to be everywhere."
Gwyn puts it on as kind of an ownership over this trend, then notices Red's state. "I need to stop looking for blood and looking for lust in the fight"
She goes to help Red get to a places to sit and rest, even thought she'd get fondled in the process. "Recoup. Rest a bit. We should be ok in here, right? Shouldn't be any more of them for now."
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Duran ponders as she looks at the others, they all seem worn out and more goblins could be on the way. She tries to think of what could be best for the group and give out her suggestion. "Well I'm fully ready to go considering what they ahem, made me do... Maybe after a breather you guys will be fine? If not I can still heal you all back up. I'm just hoping rather then heal I could give you some of Aircame's protection instead." The dragonborn suggested, wanting to move to see if she can get a look outside.
"If.. the wolf did run away it's a matter of how long it takes them to come over here on whether or not we can rest here. But if we move.. they might spot us all the sooner..." As the paladin mused the options both in her head and out loud she noticed something shining among the rest of the gear. Her eyes curiously drawn to the anklet for a moment before she looks outside. Having no idea what the magical thing could do til someone reveals it to her.
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"Mmm, yeah... rest sounds good. Maybe with some company?" Tetiaria suggested, letting Gwen guide her to a chair- while of course her hands and tail roamed across the bard's body.
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Gavin peeks her head up from behind the counter. "Well. We don't have a celler.. You could hide in the brewery, peoples mostly don't wander in there."
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"Wound't want to damage your drinks but it might be our best bet til everyone's rested up... Gavin what about you? Don't want you to get caught in the crossfire."
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"I'm a walking brewery. I have no issues hiding in there to rest. Come on girls." Gwyn leads Red into the room, and give a bit of a jump at the first well placed grope. Red's tail also proves to be a reasonable distraction heading into the brewery. Once inside she finds a chair to sit Red into.
"Here, rest for a bit. Get your strength back." Gwyn looks around a little embarrassed at first, then pulls out one of her breasts, "Here, drink. It might help. At least I feel like it would help."
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"Yeah... sounds good..."
Retiaria eagerly wrapped her lips around a nipple and began to suck. She was soon gulping down delicious, refreshing beer.
"Mmm, thanks babe." she said, giving Gwen's nipple a gentle kiss. "You taste delicious."
[Spending 1HD. Healing 4HP.
HD roll: 7+1 = 8]
She was feeling a lot better now, and kept her hands to herself once more.
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Gwyn hums as Red drinks with the accidental giggle at being called delicious.
For All: Gwyn sings song of rest. She'll maintain humming for a while.
If you or any friendly creatures who can hear your performance regain hit points at the end of the short rest, each of those creatures regains an extra 1d6 hit points.
Also
If Gwenbrau is drunk during a short rest it restores 1 hp, plus 1 additional HP for every Hit Die the drinker spends.
If Gwenbrau is drunk straight from the source it restores 2 hp plus 2 additional hp for every Hit Die the drinker spends.
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"Okay, okay..." Naethra said, following Gwyn into the Brewery. "We should be good here. If they don't mobilize their entire horde and surround us. Or just decide to burn down the inn."
She had an extraordinarily difficult time tearing her eyes off of Gwyn and Red. She wondered if she could join... but no, giving into this could only be bad in the long run. She took a deep breath and tried to position herself, someplace she could rest a bit, but keep a good view of the one entry into the room in case they were followed.
But... she felt so weasy. Just how badly was she hit in that fight? What sort of magic had the dancer used?
(5 + 2 = 7, from 6 = 13 / 17hp)
Naethra approached the two of them, eyes on Gwyn's treemendous bust. "M.may I?" she asked the recently female elf.
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I follow behind the others, glad they seem to have forgotten about the little stunt I pulled at the start of the fight. But I'm in rough shape, and barely resisting the urge to take hold of one of those ale swollen breasts. Instead I take a seat nearby and focus inwards, contemplating what had happened. As I meditate on the new spell I had produced I feel the tiny goblin squirming around and realize I should try and talk with her. Picking her up I cup her in my hands, bringing her up to my face I try and speak quietly "Can you understand me?"
[spending 1 hit dice: d8+d6+3= 6+4+3= 13
9+13= 22/21 = 21/21]
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Makeing your way to the brewery is a tense moment as you slip between buildings.. It seems at least one other person likes to sneak in here from time to time as there is a straw matress laid out on the floor.
You are able to take a few moments to relieve some stress and relax and restore.
The little gobbo look at you and makes a squeek noise not unlike a rodent.
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Inside the brewery Gwyn relaxes more thinking about how they are past the tense moment and can actually rest. She signals Neathra over and frees her other breast from her blouse, and invites her to drink.
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Duran followed the group into the brewery and is a bit curious as to who would rest out in this room of all places. Either way as Gwyn relaxes the dragonborn looks at the anklet they collected from the pervious fight. "Hmm mind if I try this?" she asks curiously and so long as no one personally objects, the paladin would take off her armor and put it to the side, breathing a bit more deeply now that her armor no longer crushes at her chest and gut. However she soon slips the anklet on and feels oddly protected despite wearing nothing but her ordinary cloths now. Simple almost pleasant like garbs. "Whew... much better... I was hoping this would be similar to that ring ya made, Reteria..."
Though she doesn't ponder this too long as.. was that a goblin that just squeaked at them!?
[If allowed by group. Remove chainmail equip Anklet of Chainmail]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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"Thank you," Naethra said, softly, her cheeks blushing as she brought her lips to Gwyn's breast.
She was worried. Worried about giving in, about surrendering a part of herself to desire, about making a fool of herself... but the worry was largely abated when she wrapped her lips around Gwyn's warm breast and began to suckle, the familiar, wondrous brew filling her mouth. Her tongue licked the nipple itself, rather more than was strictly required, and her hands cupped and caressed the elf woman's full breast. She had hoped the ale would help her curve her arousal, but she felt warm and sticky as she suckled form her teammate.
She licked and sucked and let her body rub against Red, for rather longer than was strictly necessary. She had to make a conscious decision to stop after about a pint's worth, her face flush with more than just embarrassment.
"Thank you," she said again, more confidently.
She had to force herself to think. Well, to think of things other than the elf's taste, her warmth and softness and the delightful things that could be done with her. Rather, she tried to think of tactics. The brewery was a good temporary measure, but they couldn't stay here. They needed to recuperate and move on. Oh, and the loot! The pendants and anklet, which Duran was now wearing in lieu of clothes, so it was probably a magical armor thingy like Red's, and Oric...
"What is that?" she asked, staring at the... mini-goblin-blob-thing. "And what in the name of the forgotten and nameless happened back there?" she asked again, picturing the face-sitting duel the cleric and one goblin had gotten into.
(13 + 2 from Gwenbreau, +2 from previous hit die = 17/17 health)
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I blush as Naethra brings up what happened. Darn it, I thought I got away without having to talk about it. I set the goblin on my shoulder "It's... the goblin that I had a fight with. She's now a perfectly obedient and docile pet..." I look away, hoping that was good enough... nope, seems like she's waiting on more of an explanation. "Well... I was going to use command to try and force one of them out of the fight for a bit... but I recognized her from my time as a chair. Something in me told me I could do better than just commanding her... I could make a deal. I could challenge her to a competition with anything on the line, and the magic would make it work if we both agreed. So I tried it... I knew her body well, so I was confident, and I was right. I'm sorry for worrying all of you." I try to explain what happened as best I can... without getting to specific. I'm sure I'm blushing but I try and pretend it was just a normal risky attack...
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Retiaria's mindless arousal was gone now, but having a pretty plant girl rubbing against her in all the right places still felt quite pleasant indeed. She kept her hands to herself, but Naethra did feel Red's tail carressing her thigh.
"It's... the goblin that I had a fight with. She's now a perfectly obedient and docile pet..."
"That is fucked up..." Retiaria muttered, shaking her head. "But hey, if it helped us win the fight... and I guess that's no weirder than what happened to the others, realy..."
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Duran pondered at what she could see. Such a strange form for something to be reduced to. A mere pet for affection but not much else. "It's.. a strange reward for the risk you take but I dunno... wouldn't it make sense if they took a form that somehow gave them a way to repent for the evil they've done?" The dragonborn wondered out loud but ended up just shrugging. "But yeah, like Retiaria said.. it's not weirder then what else we've dealt with. I'm just glad we so far are all still in one piece save for..." The paladin sighs, remembering the princess still missing.
"Either way, might wanna put the goblin some where save before her friends find us."
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Naethra opened her mouth, but found no words forthcoming.
That goblin... thing was perverse and bizarre and, most importantly, tactically unsound. But she had just suckled bear from her friend's tit, and was wet beneath her leather armor from the experience. And Red hadn't been shy about sharing either... gods, she missed having a tail.
But, all things considered, it wasn't the most horrible thing to happen this week. It was definitely in the running to be the most bizarre, though. She tried to think back to the, well, duel. No one one, on either side of that fight, made the slightest effort to intervene. That... that was troubling in and of itself.
"Well... that's... a thing..." she finally said, straightening her leather armor. She felt good, sober and healthy if still aroused, but it was a natural sort of arousal... Granted, she still felt filthy, and desperately wanted to think about anything else.
"Are we ready? I'm kind of surprised no one's followed us already. We really shouldn't count on this luck holding for much longer."
She looked around, her eyes settling on Lou. "Pardon, wizard-girl, are you ready?"
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Gwyn adjusts herself ad stands back up after serving drinks to her friends.
"Yeah, we should be going. Anyone need a drink before we leave?" she offers.
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"Yeah, I guess we should get on and finish off the other goblins." Retiaria said, getting to her feet and rolling her shoulders. "Y'know, I miss the days when i only had to do one fight in a day..."
"And I'd love one, but any more beer and I might get too drunk to fight well. Can't have that."
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"I can't help it if I have high alcohol content." I tease.
"If we are ready to head back out there, do we have a plan? Did we see where the other goblins are. Or are we heading out of town and waiting for them to attack us. I mean it's a plan." Gwyn gives a suggestion, "I know a spell that will make me look like a goblin, but I don't understand or speak goblin. But I could scout the area."
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"Well, we've been asked to clear the ones in the village, and obliging by that really does seem like the least we can do." Rules of hospitality were very important to observe, after all. Especially in places as off and magical as this.
"There should only be three, unless they've gotten reinforcements. Best thing to do would be... I guess someone should scout out, see if we're still on even footing. Of we are, we could try luring them into a trap."
Naethra paused for a moment before adding, "a less shitty one than last time. One that doesn't rely on anyone's ability to hide. Like... if our scout catches their eye and then runs around a blind corner where the rest of us are waiting?"
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"I'm the first to admit, I don't know tactics and shit. But that sounds like a pretty solid plan to me." Retiaria said with a nod. "Maybe have a couple of us behind them too, if we can?"
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"What if Goblin-me took someone prisoner? That way I'm not flying blind? Or I could just stay close to here and call for you all to come out? Or brute force, we all just go out there."
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"Hmm, could work." Retiaria mused. "They'd have to be someone who doesn't need weapons though. Lucious maybe?"
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"Hmm... the goblin illusion would work best at range, where they can't get close enough to instantly discern individuals. Gwyn would be tugging someone around, like a prisoner, and when they see the other online the prisoner 'escapes' and runs, and Gwyn follows. Hopefully the rest do as well, thinking the fighting is over and their loot is about to get away. Gwyn and her prisoner run around a corner where the rest of us are waiting on ambush..."
Naethe mulled the plan over for an instant. "The prisoner wouldn't have to be Lou. Whoever it is can just grab her weapon at the rally point. That said... if there are more goblins than we thought, or they see you first and ensorcel the prisoner, this leaves the two of you isolated and vulnerable. Maybe we could have a signal for if things go tits-up, so the rest of us could intervene?"
She grimaced, "the plan has its risks, but it should work as long as we're careful. Shall we set the ambush point just outside? Between the brewery and the tavern?"
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"Yeah you all wait just outside, that way you can run and get us if it goes south." Gwyn nods along with Neathrea's evaluation, "I'll take Retiaria with me. She can wear her net around her and think I can do some damage. you all be ready to blast any magic or shoot at them. Like prepare your action."
"Ready, Red?" Gwyn asks before casting Disguise Self changing her external form to that similar to one of goblins, but still unique.
(Lasts for an hour. Touch or INT check can figure it out)
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"Alright, just one moment." Retiaria took her dagger from its sheath and dropped it into her satchel. "There, ready. let's do this!"
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Duran ponders the plan Naethra and Gwyn came up with before giving her own suggestion. "Maybe it should be me though?" The paladin suggested. "If things go south, I still have spells and can muster some fire if need be."
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"No offense, but you're also kinda slow." Retiaria replied with an apologetic smile. "Especially after putting on those pounds. We need someone who can run for this. It'd be a shit lure if Gwen caught you before you got to the trap. You can hold my gear though, if you want? I'll need it as soon as possible once I get to the ambush."
Glancing over to Naethra, she said "As for a signal... how about 'Aargh, get 'em?'"
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"Ohhh. I like the fire idea. Sorry Red. Duran is in." Gwyn said with a smile with the thought of goblins running around on fire.
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"Wha!? I'm not that slow and I'm the most prepared right now for a fight if this goes south. Besides Gwyn can slow down a bit if I was sluggish.." The dragonborn explained, really wanting to help only to hear Gwyn decide dragonbutt is wher noice now. "Whew... thanks Gwyn. I'll do my best."
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"What? No!" Naethra stares at Duran, and then Gwyn. "That... is a terrible idea! Duran is literally the worst person here to take with you! You'd be better off getting Gavin or a scarecrow to come along!"
She cradled her forhead as she tried to articulate her objections. "Duran is slow. She's the largest person here and not at all comfortable with that mass. She half waffles when she walks. She's also proven herself lacking in willpower time and time again. She's bad at moving fast and bad under mind affecting spells and those are the two things we need to secure this trap."
She looked at Duran again. "The fire is much better for springing the actual trap. Meet them with a wall of flame the instant they turn the corner and the fight is half won. THAT'S where you can make the best impact."
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"Yeah, plant girl gets it." Retiaria said, nodding. "That's exactly what I was trying to say. Hang back Duran, and slam into them when they're not expecting it."
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I listen carefully to everyone speaking, then look at my little goblin "Couldn't I use a pill to disguise myself as one of the goblins we fought? We can have this little cutie-" I lift the goblin pet "double check me, because I'll be impersonating her. She was a cleric, so I can wear mostly appropriate gear. In addition I have a sort of... connection with her. I think I can impersonate her pretty well. If I run over and say that I found you, I can lead them into the trap while also giving them suggestions and guidance. If things go south I can invoke a deal with one of the goblins, which will protect me from all but one of them."
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Duran's hands felt shaky and she so wanted to clench them into a fist but tried her damnest to keep her emotions in check as she looked upon Naethra and her words. How she clearly really felt about the paladin. Many of which seems cruel things to say. Half no longer as true now that she got her armor replaced but stung all the same. She clears her throat of both the sparks of flames and to be able to speak clearly. "Those are... a lot of harsh things to say... Coming from a mouse."
The dragonborn said no more on the subject and simply just walked to the other side of the brewery they hid in. Finding somewhere to just simply sit, preferably a chair to stare into a wall. She started to mumble things, one would assume be curses and foul words but if one could hear upon it. It would instead be prayers as the paladin tried her best to keep calm.
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"Oric, wouldn't the pill actually make you a goblin. You wouldn't be on our side anymore. And we should ease up on those. I can do this with out burning resources." Gwyn explains. "So Red is my dance partner on this?"
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"Yeah, good point on that. Well, I already said why I think it should be me, so... yeah..."
Retiaria held out her trident and shield for someone to take.
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I shake my head "It would make me a goblin, but that doesn't change my allegiance. You don't have to burn resources to do it, but you're also much more vulnerable to being found out. I just feel like if our plan goes smoothly we're much safer, and given the magic items the goblins have, there's a real risk of you being seen through. I can attack from a far, but I'm much more effective up close. If one of us is attacked, Duran and I are the most sturdy, and as such most able to hang on until the rest of the group can respond. I can also heal myself if things get bad." I let out a sigh "But if everyone's against it I suppose I'll stand back. Just remember that my ability to heal you from a distance is reduced."
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Mouse? Where did that come from?
Naethra spared Duran a quizzical look as she pouted off. In retrospect, she was glad she hadn't mentioned her other concerns about Duran's efficacy, ability to effectively rally, and propensity to wonder off.
She couldn't help but wince when Oric offered to use one of those pills. "To be honest, Oric, those things unnerve the living hells out of me. They have quite a kick and really screw with the mind. This is dangerous enough as is... I'd really rather we didn't introduce another variable into it. And remember, the scouting group shouldn't fight at all until we're all back together. Just see what's there, and if we aren't hopelessly outnumbered, then lure some back so we can fight them together."
She bit her lip, or tried to. Lacking teeth made it difficult. That still felt so weird. "Really, the big concern here is what happens if they did call in reinforcements and we're hopelessly outnumbered, like when the gnoll strolled through town. If that happens, we'll need to run. It's important that our scouts see the goblins before the goblins see them. We'll... we'll need two alarms, one for if the scouts get caught and need us to rush to their aid, and one if the scouts get caught and know that trying to fight is pointless. Maybe scream "no" if we need to cut our losses, run, and try to regroup outside of town. Or maybe... we just do that anyway if we haven't heard anything in half an hour... no, no, definitely scream "no" if things go to shit."
Naethra changed her mind when she realized the scouts could be subdued and interrogated, pointing out exactly where the rest of the party was waiting. This approach seemed like the best way to mitigate that risk.
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"To be honest, Oric, those things unnerve the living hells out of me. They have quite a kick and really screw with the mind. This is dangerous enough as is... I'd really rather we didn't introduce another variable into it."
"Yeah, when I took mine, I... I stopped thinking of myself as Retiaria for a while, I was just a pair of panties. It's too easy to forget who you are. And if you do, if you're disguising yourself as a goblin? Why wouldn't you join the other goblins?"
There was also the fact that Retiaria was concerned about how readily Oric was to take the pills, but that was better left unsaid.
We'll... we'll need two alarms, one for if the scouts get caught and need us to rush to their aid, and one if the scouts get caught and know that trying to fight is pointless. Maybe scream "no" if we need to cut our losses, run, and try to regroup outside of town. Or maybe... we just do that anyway if we haven't heard anything in half an hour... no, no, definitely scream "no" if things go to shit."
"Scouting? I thought we were talking about luring them into a trap? The villagers can do the scouting bit, it doesn't even matter if they get seen. Then they just tell us where the gobbers are and we send out our lure."
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"Scouting? I thought we were talking about luring them into a trap? The villagers can do the scouting bit, it doesn't even matter if they get seen. Then they just tell us where the gobbers are and we send out our lure."
"Oh! There's an idea. Where did Gavin get to? This will be so much safer if we know, ahead of time, whether or not we're hopelessly outnumbered."
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I sigh and sit down in the corner near Duran, mumbling about how clerics never get to go and do the fun risky stuff.
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Gwyn pulls out a dagger and motions to Red and to the exit. "Gavin might have her hands busy. They are after us, and we should clear them out before anything bad happens to these people."
Gwyn looks to the others. "So take up post outside and ready to blast and pummel with cool paladin, cleric, wizard, and sexy plant powers. If we don't lure them back here in 60 then come get us?"
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Duran continued to pray until she heard the plan about using the villages to scout for them. To which she turns backa round. "I don't care what plan that puts which of us at risk.But we aren't about to use the villagers as bait, especially not Gavin whom risked her tail enough to get us this far." The dragon born stated her opinion on that matter before Gwyn just asked if they are ready. "Okay.. Take up point, wait for your return. hearing No means to run. 60 passes then come find you. I take it that's 60 minutes?"
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Gwyn realizes her misspoken thought. "I was thinking 60 seconds. Maybe too short. 5 minutes?"
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"Yeah sixty seconds implies you hope to run into them right away which might not be the case.. I think five minutes s reasonable in case something went wrong."
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Naethra winced at the words 'sexy plant'. And Gwyn didn't say sorceress... Naethra knew Oric had her suspicions, but she hasn't guessed anyone else was close.
She shook her head at the paladin's objections. "They wouldn't be bait, they'd be informants. Peasant spies are critical to operations in hostile territory. They wouldn't be at any greater risk than they already are." unless they got caught ripping the party off, she thought but purposefully didn't say.
Still, the plan as-is should probably work. She readied her spear and focus and tried to foster a calmness and clarity of mind she absolutely did not feel at the moment.
"Ready when you are. Opening that door and and stepping out will be the most dangerous part. Of we were followed or sold-out, then there will be an unwinable fight and a... gruesome fate waiting for us the instant we open that."
She looked around quickly. Was there another way out of the brewery?
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"I don't care what plan that puts which of us at risk.But we aren't about to use the villagers as bait, especially not Gavin whom risked her tail enough to get us this far."
"I never said anything about bait, that's definitely me and Gwen!" Retiaria replied with a roll of her eyes. "Just, y'know, have them point out where the goblins are, how many of them, that sorta thing. So we're not wandering around like dumbarses. But yeah. I'm ready to go."
She held out her shield and trident for someone to take.
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"Good. Let's go wander around like dumbasses." Gwyn pulled Red along outside making her drop her toys before getting outside, if no one grabbed them.
Outside she looked around for any of the goblins or a direction that looked promising.
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Duran was about to go into what probably would been a pointless argument over what could be considered too risky for asking the villagers to do towards both Retiaria and Naethra's suggestions. But just Gwyn's immediate words after Retiaria took her sour face into a smile makes her shake her head. "Either way.. I'm just worried the longer we take to do something, the more likely they'll take hostages to flush us out. Faster we get it done and deal with them, the better. Good luck you two..." The paladin gives a nod to both the goblinized Gwyn and the Retiaria, hoping this all goes well considering they won't know to react until the duo doesn't return in five or so minutes.
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Leaving her gear in the brewery for someone to pick up, Retiaria followed along. Once outside, she faked struggling against Gwen's hold, loudly complaining "Get off of me, you stupid green bitch! Fuck you, and the dog you work for!"
[Performance 16+3= 19]
She then whispered to Gwen "Nice disguise, by the way. But we should probably sell it, yeah? Do whatever you need to to make this a good show."
She then went back to loudly 'struggling' against her 'captor'.
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"Quiet you." Gwyn playfully restrained her captive while giving a gruff voice.
She felt the same with the illusion. In fact a little unsure what the external appearance was. It had been a while since she had cast this spell and there wasn't exactly a mirror in the brewery.
Gwyn started to lead them around the small village. She thought the store house near the field seemed like a logical place. Or she was remembering information she was told and tricking herself into thinking it was logical deduction.
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Stepping out of the brewery does not bring a swarm of goblins..
Walking towards the storehouse only brings towns folks getting out of the way.
Getting to the store house it doesn't seem like much.. The door isn't even latched. Inside two of them stuff their faces with fruit while another in dancing silks uses a woman in skirts as a chair while another is forced to lick her feet.
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Gwyn whispers to Red "struggle and escape to alert the others. They will follow. Alert the others, but they should be ready."
Gwyn enters the room with Red in her arm, "Hey, I found one of them. Maybe she can tell us where they are all hiding."
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"Argh, get off me! Let me go!"
Retiaria was 'dragged' into the room behind Gwen.
"I ain't telling you greenskin bitches a damn thing! Screw you all!"
She shoved Gwen aside and bolted, sprinting back towards the brewery.
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Gwyn falls back on her butt, watching Retiaria run off.
Gwyn calls for the goblins to help her, "Shit. She's getting away. Help me catch her. Follow her."
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The performace is.....
adequate..
The goblins get up leaveing one girl moaning dazzed and two otheres cringing back from the bard.
Red pelts hard for the team and the goblins run after.. in moments they will be at the brewery
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Gwyn gets up and looks at the villagers. She thought about dropping the spell, but she still needs to chase after Retiaria. So she addresses the girls as a goblin.
"They are distracted. Get out of here and get your selves somewhere safe. I'll take care of the goblins" Gwyn leaves them and stuns after the gobljns and Red.
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I crouch by the door at the ready, my hammer prepared to hit the first enemy to come through the door. I plan to hit their legs out from under them, hopefully giving the others a chance to attack a prone target.
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Duran holds onto Retaria's trident with her net nearby, ready to pass it by to her but still keeping her own mace on the ready. This however leaves her with the shield not up until she gives the second weapon back to Red. Either way the dragonborn stands a bit form the entrance, hopefully where no one can see her til they get close to Oric but open enough Retaria will know where to run when she gets into the brewery.
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Note: -2 to that AC shown above if attacked before Duran can get her shield ready.]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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Naethra took a position behind the cleric and paladin, readying her spear and focus crystal, and trying to find some cover to lean against that wouldn't hinder her firing angle.
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Red hits the group. You have about one turn to act before the goblins arrive. Roll initiative.
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[Initiative Roll: 10 - 1 = 9 ]
As Red enters, Duran would hand her off the weapons she uses. This however took time and leaves the dragonborn not quite as prepared as she would want to be for the goblins to arrive. "I take it they are right behind you?" She asks curiously as she tries to think of what to do to help them prepare. Either way Duran places her hand upon Red's shoulder. "In Aircame's name, protect the villagers and show them your heroic spirit!" Her hand glows as the spell gives forth, pouring magical courage upon the tielfing and giving her the divine strength to shrug off some of it's cruel temptation.
[Duran Casts Heroism on Retiaria]
[Heroism - Willing creature touched by Duran gains immune to Frighten. They also gain temporary HP equal to Duran's spellcasting ability mod (3 hp) at the start of each of it's (In this case Red's) turns. When the spell ends, all Temporary HP is removed. Concentration. Last up to 1 minute]
[Prepared Spells - Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 1 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Effects: Concentration (Heroism)]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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Skidding to a halt inside the building, Retiaria grabbed her trident and shield in her left hand, readying a net in her right.
Feeling the effects of magic on her, she turned to grace Duran with a toothy, vicious grin. "Yeah, I'm a big damn hero! Gonna give these folks a story to tell for years!"
She readied her net to hurl at the first goblin to come through the door.
[Initiative 14+2= 16
Temp HP: 3
AC back to 17.]
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Running behind the goblins Gwyn was grabbing her rapier getting ready to attack along with her group once the goblins reached the group. She thought best to wait until they had struck before taking action, but making sure none of them run off.
(Initiative = 1+3=4)
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[initiative 5-1]
I prepare my strike, red's in, so the goblins should be coming soon. I remind myself what Gwyn looks like. Wouldn't want to hit her by mistake.
[ready action, warhammer attack on first enemy through the door]
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Naethra took a deep breath and readed herself in her prepared position. Her limited arsenal of spells bubbling in her mind and teasing on her lips.
[Initiative: 14]
She took aim. The first goblin might be Gwyn in disguise, but she wouldn't be in the middle of the pack. She prepared an eldritch blast and aimed her focus at the corner they'd move past. She'd fire it at the second goblin she saw.
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In moments after Red's arrival the gobin's hit the double doors slamming them open as a goblin holding a long sword and bearing a shield. One with a light blade is behind her, and yet another dancer brings up the rear of the party.
Then another goblin in behind those three and she has Gwyn's gear!
((Triggered attacks happen in inative order, then combat begins as normal, everyone may roll their attack rolls))
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Naethra let the first goblin slip past her attention, although she almost instantly realized it wasn't Gwyn. Instead, she unleashed her lance of magic at the second one, with a light blade... probably a rogue or scout of some sort.
(Eldritch Blast: 19 + 2 to cast, 2 + 3 + 2 = 7 Lightning Damage)
((17/17 health))
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Two handed Warhammer attack [18+1=19 to hit] [10+1=11 damage on the first enemy through the door]
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Both of the prepared attacks strike true hitting the goblins causing flushes of arousal.
(Red's turn)
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The last dancer they fought was damn slippery to hit. Hopefully, a net would make this one a little easier to pin down! Retiaria hurled her net at the dancer goblin, before readying her trident and shield.
[Hit: 12+4= 16
Dancer is restrained on hit.]
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The dancer is netted looking entirely unhappy about the entire situation.
(Naethra's turn)
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This... actually looked like it was going well. Best roll with that momentum.
"Wither, Rot, And Fade" Naethra cursed in Sylvan as she wove a spell, casting Hex on the goblin with the two handed weapon (it looked like Oric's hit had more of an effect than her, and the quicker they could knock out a combatant entirely, the better).
She channeled the spell with her focus hand, and followed it quickly with an eldritch bolt, sending the lance of lightning at the cursed, two-hander goblin.
(11 + 5 = 16 to hit. 6 + 3 = 9 lightning damage + 3 necrotic damage from Hex)
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The lead goblin takes the bolt on her shield angling it just right and with a shout sending it flying ito the ceiling. She looks at Naethra and just grins.
The dancer sways in place briefly catching Oric's eyes with her own, her mesmerizing sweet eyes.. And down to her perfect swaying rear.. (Oric must make a wisdom saveing throw.. with disadvantage)
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I watch the dancer... something about her feels... familiar. Watching the sway of her hips and the jiggle of her ass reminds me: I served her once. I was her chair. It felt so good, and I was so happy... I smile.
[saving throw: 10 and 1+3 = 4 for will save.]
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Oric finds herself drawn to the goblin dancer.. She must help and worship the dancer. Her place was serving her...
{Oric is now charmed and may not move away from the dancer}
(It is now Lou's turn)
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Things are just... I mean... I mean I was at a tower yesterday! reading books!
I know THEORY for all of this but... but I mean... but in practice? And SO MUCH practice! I've been in how many fights since I got here? Not to mention the... other things I've learned. I still need to reverse this transmutation and...
Firebolt! I can think for a minute and figure out my next move once there aren't active hostile in the area! With a whimper I lob a bolt of flame at the nearest goblin, attempting to finish it off.
My hand shakes though, and the shot goes badly wide. What is WRONG with m- oh. right. Lots of stuff.
((assuming 6 isn't good enough to hit))
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Duran noticed the dancer starting to shift and adverts her eyes. "Careful, don't watch that dancer!" she tried to warn of the obvious danger this goblin poses but because of it, her aim was completely off when she rushed n and swung at the nearest of the goblin forces. At least she's up close, helping keep them all form slipping pass their defenses and hurting the more squishier of allies.
[Duran attacks closest Goblin. Assuming it's sword girl]
[Attack Roll: 3+5 = 8!?
Damage Roll: 1 + 3 + 2 = 6. Well all around sad]
[Prepared Spells - Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 1 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Effects: Concentration (Heroism)]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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Duran and Lou both fail to strike in a spectacular way. The goblin with the Rapier steps back slight and weaves magic snapping her fingers as duran must make a wisdom save.
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[Wisdom Save: 11 +2 = 13 ]
Duran feels some sort of magical energy start to hit her. She tries her best to shrug it off. "Ahh no.. n.. not this time!"
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Gwyn catches up and sees the scuffle with her friends. Knowing the problem they have had with dancing goblins in the past, Gwyn lunges and stabs the bound goblin. Not feeling too bad about it since she knew it wouldn't kill her, but bliss her out.
(Rapier advant 11|18 +4 =22)
(Damage 6+2=8)
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I take a step back. I can't let myself give in like last time. I step up next to the goblin and kneel down. I ready my holy symbol and turn away from the dancer, refusing to watch her. I stare lovingly at the wonderful rear in front of me. I call down holy fire upon the first goblin, hoping to put her down quickly. I kiss one lovely green cheek then the other. "Everyone be careful. That goblin in the back was one of the ones I had an... encounter with, so I'll need to keep my distance." "Thank you." I kiss her cheeks again happy to be able to worship such a lovely rear.
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For a split second Duran's sight is overwhelmed by images of green soles and toes crowding out her sight, but then she shakes it off and can see the battle clearly again. The dancer gasps as the blade slips into her body causing her to let out a moan. She perks up a bit as she feels Oric's lips on her rear however grinding back just a bit on the clerics face while grinning at the rest of the party.
The lead goblin gives a shout and drives her blade at Retaria, but the Tiefling is able to guard the strike with her shield without much trouble.
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[Hit: 10+4= 14
Damage: 4+4= 8]
"Hah, you suck!" Retiaria taunted, knocking the goblin's blade away before thrusting at her with her trident.
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The goblin returns the favor catching Red's attack with her shied.
(It is now Naethra's turn)
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Okay... the momentum wasn't really so strong anymore, and the dwarf was lost in a trance staring at a goblin's ass. Again. Still, the odds were still on their side.
The attacks had been too unfocused for Naethra's liking. If they could bring down just one goblin, then things would swing wildly in their favor. The shield one was tough, and she really didn't like how she had looked at her... but she already laid a hex upon the goblin. She touched the fae magic within her and cast it into a bolt of lightning at her shielded opponent.
(Casting Eldritch Blast: 1. Not bothering with the rest.)
Naethra winced as her magic failed, but tried to show any outward signs of fear or shock, lest she attract more attention.
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The goblin in the silks smiles petting Orics head as she continues to sway in her daze clearly mesmerized by this goblin. She then swallows hard seeing the ones arrayed against her.. Her face takes on a wave of concentration, her hips sway and she pulls her hands together inside the net as the clap sends a wave of hot passion across Red. The Net falls away a portion of it burning as flames start to consume it.
( Red must roll a dexterity save DC 13 for half damage, on failed save they take 12)
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Okay! FOCUS! It's the number one thing you're most practiced at, so you should be able to do it yes?
Well, I'm not super experienced at doing it under fire but... but the one in the silks seems to be the biggest problem, so I splay my fingers out pointing at her and utter a harsh syllable, sending another tongue of flame arching across the distance to lash at her.
((Rolled a 19! finally! so 24 to hit 8 damage))
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Duran gasps, and watch as Oric just wordlessly moves over ot kneel before the dancer. "Darn it! Don't you dare hurt Oric you stupid goblins!" She wanted to rush in to save the dwarf but the shield goblin blocks the way. Keeping her at bay and seeming to have no problem deflecting attacks. Still the draognborn gets an idea and steps a bit to the side while holding her breathe. Trying to aim carefully. The paladin wouldn't dare unleash a torrent of fire that could hit Oric and Gwyn, but she needs it only to hopefully get the shield bearer down. Then that'll open things up for the rest of the team.
With a gasp, her mouth swelled up wiht her new fire and poured out, diving right for the goblin and into the way right next to her.
[Repostion slightly then Breath of Fire upon shield gobbo]
[Saving DC: 12. Success: Half Damage Failure: (6+1) 7 Damage!]
[Prepared Spells - Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 1 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Effects: Concentration (Heroism), All Fire'd Out]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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The goblin in the silks smiles petting Orics head as she continues to sway in her daze clearly mesmerized by this goblin. She then swallows hard seeing the ones arrayed against her.. Her face takes on a wave of concentration, her hips sway and she pulls her hands together inside the net as the clap sends a wave of hot passion across Red. The Net falls away a portion of it burning as flames start to consume it.
( Red must roll a dexterity save DC 13 for half damage, on failed save they take 12)
[Dex save: 9+2= 11]
Seeing the goblin preparing to cast a spell at her, Retiaria tried to dive aside, but there simply wasn't enough space in here to actually move aside without blundering into something. The magic hit her, and she felt a nearly overwhelming rush of arousal course through her. She moaned lewdly, using her trident to keep her balance as her legs went weak.
Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to stay in the fight. Still, her tail betrayed her arousal by running its tip up her thigh, slipping up under her skirt...
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The dancer moans as the flames lick along her body, but she doesn't fall yet..
The shielded goblin stands stoic in the pink flames enduring them, but clearly effected by them.
the goblin with the rapier extends her hands in a tickling motion towards Gwyn.. Gwyn must make a wisdom save.
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Gwyn makes a confused look while this person wiggled their fingers. [Wis save =9]
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It starts with a smile.. How weird is it that your fighting goblins with bigger sexier butts than most of the girls you'd ever met.. A giggle over how the swords were now top sex aids.. finally the fact that your having a sexy fight.. in a brewery.. and you are a keg yourself.... it's all too much and you break out in peals of laughter falling to the ground.
{Gwen is now prone and incapacitated. At the end of each of her turns as she laughs. and laughs.. and laughs she can make a new wisdom saving throw to pull herself together.. until then, literally everything is funny. DC 13)
(gwyns turn make the save)
(Oric's turn Pleasure the goblin)
The goblin fighter grins, things are going great for them! She swings her sword then missing Duran by something that approaches a country mile.
(Reds turn)
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"This plan was seemingly pointless. They already know I'm not on their side and I still have this look up." gwyn laughs.
[Wis save 7]
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"Gwen! What the hell? Pull yourself together!"
She thrust at the shield bearing goblin again, only for it to once more be deflected.
[Hit: 11+4 = no]
"Damn it!" she muttered. maybe switching opponents might be a good call...
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I pull back, eager to escape her wonderful ass
I press up more firmly against her wonderful ass.
A thought occurs to me, I could restrain her, keep her from dancing.
A thought occurs to me, I could get closer.
I wrap my arms around her sexy thighs and lift her from the ground
I hug her sexy thighs and push myself further under her, supporting her body with mine as her feet leave the floor.
I try and crush her with my grip, adding a bit of pleasure to my restraint
I try to lick her sex, adding a bit of pleasure to my support.
[not sure what I'd roll for this, so I just rolled a d20 and got and 18.]
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This... this was bad. How in the hells were they losing this? Now the bard was laughing her ass off on the ground, the cleric was worshipping a goblin's ass, and no one had been able to land a decent hit.
The Hex was still in effect. They hadn't noticed her, it seemed. Or at least, they'd focused on the others. That was good. She raised her focus, made eye contact with the shield goblin, and spat a wordless curse as a bolt of fae lightning surged from her outsretched hand.
(Eldritch Blast: 17 + 5 = 22. 4 + 3 Lightning Damage, + 2 Necrotic Damage)
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The goblin with the shield rocks back as she takes the hit.. seems she's made of stern stuff though and isn't ready to go down yet.
The goblin dancer presses back into Oric making sure to catch her eyes keeping the cleric under her control and worshiping her sexy rear.
{lou's turn}
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This... quite apart from being INSANE it's also just... well, rude! I throw another fire ball at the dancer, the one who seems to be... that's not even FIGHTING! She's just... seducing my companion? Anyway, I attack her.
((12 to hit. probably not good enough, but 8 damage if it lands. I mean... not like she's going to dodge while incapacitating Oric))
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The dragonborn frowns, upon hearing Gwyn burst into laughter. Knowing it has something to do with these goblins who seem to have so many odd tricks to keep their enemies at bay. It's no wonder the other three adventurers were so easily defeated when they have such power. But what was getting truly concerning is that now both Oric and Gwyn are quite vulnerable to whom the paladin can only hope are now the least of these goblins' concerns. Because so far, despite hit after hit, the goblin in the front seems to shrug it off like it's nothing.
"Stand down. All of you! Even with these tricks you are still outnumbered!" Duran advises them but doesn't hold back another attempt to try to break the shield goblin's guard. If only they would listen. Maybe a good hit in will be enough to get the goblins to see the errors of their way.
[Duran smashes shield goblin!]
[Attack Roll: 19 + 5 = 24!]
Damage Roll: 7 + 3 + 2 = 12 dmg! ]
[Prepared Spells - Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 10]
[Spell Slots: 1 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Effects: Concentration (Heroism), All Fire'd Out]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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At nearly the same time blows from Lou's magic and Durans mace hit knocking the respective goblins aside as they fade way from the blows leaving only the ghostly moans of their orgasms behind.
The one with a light blade swallows heavily trapped in a pincer now.. but she thrusts back with her sword striking for Oric trying to clear a path.
and fails miserably to connect.
(gwyn spends the turn laughing and may make a new save
Oric's turn)
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Gwyn sobers up and gets her focus back ending the laughing.
(17+1=18)
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I regain control when the goblin is blown off me, and am instantly filled with a desire to take out my frustration on the nearest target. Standing up I grip my hammer with both hands and swing it into the goblins side, filling the blow with my embarrassment for putting on such a display, my anger for being unable to assist most of the fight, and my frustration at the lack of sexual release.
[Natural 20 to hit for 3+8+1=12 damage]
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"Heh, you're fucked now, bitch..." Retiaria chuckled as she moved to surround the goblin, flanking her with Oric.
Her tail flicked out, feinting a blow to the goblin's side. Just as she was reacting to that, Retiaria jumped at her, punching her blade aside and driving her trident down at the poor goblin's face.
[Hit: 6/19+4= 23
Damage: 6+4= 10]
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The twin strikes are enough as the blows strike she also fades away leaveing the room silent.
Where they stood are three crystal pendants.
(Party gains!
1 pendant of the enchanter
1 pendant of the entertainer
1 pendant of the stalwart
1 brass ring of chainmail armor
1 brass ring of studded leather armor
Party advances in level!
Party is now level 3)
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Gwyn composes herself. Reaches up, grabbing onto Red's belt and pulls herself up to her feet.
Standing up she runs a hand through her red hair and looks at the group, "Well, that went well. Thanks for not killing me. And not letting other people kill me."
She realizes she still looks like a goblin and ends the spell reverting back to the elf form she had previously gained.
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Naethra panted, steadying herself with the butt of her spear. That had been tense, and the killing blows, so to speak, had come almost all at once. Still, she'd made it through the fight without being enchanted, bound, violated, or transformed into a tree.
"That... was actually one of our best fights," she said as she regained her composure. Something felt... different, though.
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Adrenaline still high, Retiaria raised her trident to strike at the owner of the green hand grabbing at her. Then she realised it was Gwen, still in disguise, and lowered it with a laugh.
"That... was actually one of our best fights,"
"Hah, yeah! We kicked their sorry asses!"
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"I personally would have been happier without getting whammied at the end, but we did good. And we had a plan and everything." Gwyn felt a little more confident.
"Thought I'm thinking we shouldn't stay here much longer. If any of need anything, let's like like 2 hours to rest and do what we need to do. Meet back here and go? What do we think?"
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Duran clearly didn't know her own strength. What was meant to be a warning blow to help convince the goblins to surrender was a strike that lustfully finished off the shield girl while the dancer was zapped by Lou. This just left the dragonborn feeling terrible up until said Rapier goblin tried to attack the near helpless Oric. "No!" She called out but well said goblin just failed miserably and only succeeded in angering the healer. Red and Oric were easily able to finish off the poor thing. They won the battle and hopefully finished off the goblin forces within this town. Still she moved right over to Oric, ignoring the pendents and rings on the ground where dangerous goblin girls once stood.
"Oric! Are you okay? They didn't hurt you right?" She looks over the dwarf from every direction, making sure the dancer did no physical harm while the poor dwarf was charmed by her. "Damn it,, I knew what those dancing ones could do. I should done something to protect us from it."
(Duran is now Level 3. Updates when I got the time to apply them. Probably Sunday then)
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I pant for a moment before regaining my composure "I'm fine... just... frustrated. But you're right, that fight went quite well, and there shouldn't be any more goblins in town." I take a seat with my back against a wall, pulling some parcels out of my bag. One is food, and another is water, the third I stare at for a moment before frowning and stuffing it in my bag.
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Gwyn looks down at Oric sitting against the wall, "You ok? She really had you entranced this time. But we are getting better at this. We'll work on knocking down anyone that gets you. But right now, just rest."
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I push the bag further behind me, as if to hide it from any attention in a rather ineffective manner. "Yeah, I'm okay... It's nothing."
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The dragonborn was also a bit worried over Oric. "Yeah, I mean, one got me to do something stupid but you were mesmerized for the entire time instead... you sure it's nothing?" She asks as she notices Oric trying to hide the bag, making her tilt her head as she tries to give it a better look. "Are you sure there isn't something wrong?"
[HP: 24/34] [HD: 2/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 10/15]
[Spell Slots: 1/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Concentration (Heroism), All Fire'd Out]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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Naethra felt... different. Something was odd, like it was tugging at the edge of her awareness.
"Thought I'm thinking we shouldn't stay here much longer. If any of need anything, let's like like 2 hours to rest and do what we need to do. Meet back here and go? What do we think?"
"That sounds wise. The gnoll will notice her minions are gone, sooner or later. We probably don't want to be here when that happens."
As her pulse calmed and her breathing stabilized, she noticed Oric acting... furtively. Was she... hiding something behind her?
"What are you doing, Oric?" she asked, recalling that the recently female dwarf cleric had... domesticated a tiny goblin thing, and then spent most of the last fight... doing something that looked a lot like debased worshipping to one of the goblins.
"Are... you alright?" she echoed Duran's sentiment, raising what passed as an eyebrow in her direction.
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I fidget a bit, realizing there's nowhere to actually hide the bag at this point "I'm not doing anything, and I said I'm fine!" I realize my outburst after a moment and look away from the group, trying to subtly push the bag into my pack and hopefully putting this nonsense to rest. Why is everyone so nosy today?!
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If you're fine, then you won't mind me looking at this, will ya?" Retiaria asked, moving behind Oric and grabbing the bag. She popped it open, rummaging through the contents. "After all, combrads share the spoils, don't they?"
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I stare dumbfounded as the bag is snatched, flailing uselessly as I try and get them back [d20 rolled a 6] "Hey! Give those back! They aren't any kind of spoils you'd care about anyway!"
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"Actually, I do care." Retiaria replied with a resigned sigh as she pulled her hand from the bag, opening it to reveal a small handful of alchemical pills. "I'm worried about you, Oric. We all are. It's like you're addicted to these things, it's not right..."
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I blush and look away, embarrassment mixing with sadness consuming my face "I'm not addicted! It's just... it's not so bad being something else is it?" I turn to the floor and speak quietly, not really wanting anyone to hear "If you take one you'll be useful for sure, what's wrong with wanting that?"
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"Because you're you! You're not just some thing for people to use! Trust me, I know what that's like and I will never go back to that life! You're a fucking dwarf, Oric! Where's your pride in who you are?"
The vehemence in Retiaria's voice was probably surprising to all, maybe even herself. But it was just so offensive to her that someone could take their individuality, their personhood, so lightly.
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I stand up, a sudden fire in my eyes "It's because I'm a fucking dwarf! It's because of who I am! You're strong and confident, so of course you don't know what it's like to hate what you are! You might have been in a shitty situation, but situations change. Who I am, where I come from, my history, I'd give up plenty of myself as long as that stuff changed to!"
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"Didn't some smart fucker say 'those who forget the past are cursed to repeat it'? I don't know your background, Oric. I don't know what shitty thing you did that makes you think you're worth so little. But fuck, who would you be without it? That shit life of yours, it made you who you are. Own it! You know it was bad, and you try and be a good person to try and make up for it. You don't just try and throw it all away! You've got a bad past? You did some shit you regret? Fucking face up to it, you coward!"
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I scowl, fists squeezing tight as I shake slightly, then reach into my bag and pull out an ornate metal object with an intricate symbol carved into it. A family crest of some unknown family, the importance of which is only conveyed by the quality of the emblem. This delicate, important looking emblem is then hurled at Reteria with minimal force, but enough to leave a small red mark if it hit. The edge of the emblem has been crudely sharpened, and the back is stained with blood "There, if you think being me's so great take that and give it a shot yourself! That's right, I'm a coward! I know the Loth family should have died out a long time ago, but I don't want to die! So I ran away and tried to be useful to someone for once in my life, to be the one being used rather than the one using others! You say you were owned, are you telling me if one of the assholes who looked down on you traded places with you, you wouldn't be happy?!"
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The sigil hit Retiaria in the face. It wasn't a hard blow, but it was enough to make her clap a hand to her cheek and swear in Infernal. "For fuck's sake..." she muttered, then replied "Of course I fucking would, that's not the point! You're trying to change your life, to make yourself better. And sure, throw away your family name if that makes you feel better. But don't throw away your self. You don't want to die? If you take those pills and become something else, if you get stuck like that you might as well be dead. You'll just be some thing, waiting to be used by whoever grabs you. Don't matter if it's us, some innocent villager or some utter bastard like the gnolls. You'd just be happy to be of use! But if you stay as yourself, you get to choose. You can actually do some good in the world. But fuck it, whatever. You want to give up so much, take your damn pills. Have fun with 'em."
She dropped the pills at Oric's feet and walked away, shaking her head.
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I frown and look down at the pills on the ground... I feel bad but I'm not wrong! Right? But can I really afford to hold on to this, even for a short while? "Do you know the basic principles behind safe zones? There's a core item or feature that exerts an aura of certainty. Within that aura the world stays stable. The instability is what we call the Wild. The Loth family was in control of a crystal that did just that. They claimed that the crystal needed to be maintained, and only the Loth family could do it. In exchange for maintaining the crystal they forced everyone to serve them. We were given anything and everything we asked for, even when it cost people their lives. A wandering cleric used a spell to force my father to tell the truth, and the town found out the crystal would continue to protect the town without anyone doing anything... I was able to get away after a couple days, but I've always felt like I should have stayed and let them have their way with me until the end. To pay them back for everything I and my family did. Giving in and becoming something of service is sort of like a second chance to do that."
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Duran listened carefully with concern as Red and Oric argued over Oric's actions. When the red one had enough and stormed off, Duran whispered to herself a short prayer. "Oh Aircame, grant me the power to protect she who fights herself..." The dragonborn stepped forward and bended over, picking up the pills on the ground and holding them in her hand while she straighten up and looked at Oric. No moment does she actively move the pills away. They are still there, in case Oric really wants them.
"You could go and be an object forever, pleasing the few that decide to use you. You could go back to your estate and accept the cruel fate that befell your family to satisfy those that were betrayed.... but that would only help or please the few. But Retiera is right. You have so much more you can do, Oric. Including defy what your family became known for. I've seen your kindness and... uh.. felt how caring you are. You can be more then the selfishness your family has committed and help so far much more as yourself then any object could. That second chance you want? It's here, right now. In every action you take from here on. Not in being some object."
The dragonborn paused a bit, giving a smile of reassurance. "I.. might not be the best at it, but I can help ya know, guide you if you need in any help, Oric. I had worked in the temple and know quite a bit on Aircame's teachings." Duran offered as she started to close the hand that held the pills if they were not yet taken. "I want to see you do your best."
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Gwyn stood off to the side letting them all debate. She wasn't exactly interested into joining the discuss. Instead she thought about the pills she took and was carrying herself, in addition to the ones she was 'holding' for Retiaria. They could be really useful, or fun. She still wasn't going to be getting rid of them soon. But she was also noticing this was starting to become a bit of an issue with Oric. Thinking on it she did want to say something.
"Oric, alot of us are looking to write our own new stories. This is your chance to choose your adventure. I just don't think the cleric that was bragging about being the only healer would want to be on the sidelines as an object while the rest of us free this place from their goblin based tyranny. Put the pills away for now. Besides I'm sure something will show up to transform you soon enough by going on the adventure."
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Naethra stayed silent as she watched Red and Oric fight. Oric had been perceptive enough to notice the discrepancy in her magic, but had chosen not to press the point. Now she knew why.
She felt like she ought to say something, but couldn't really think of anything constructive to add. She was intimately familiar with shameful heritage, and couldn't fault the dwarf for seeking freedom from the sins of her forbearers. It could be a terrible burden, born with every waking step and breath, and Red had no perception of it what so ever.
But, at the same time, inanimate oblivion seemed like the worst possible way to cope. She shuddered at her memory of her time as a tankard. Had they destroyed the goblins that supped from her? She sincerely hoped so. The memory of their lips on her rim made her feel filthy. But Oric... She had had a different experience entirely.
Naethra shuffled a bit, feeling distinctly awkward and so.show wrong. She looked at her green hand, absent the claws she had spent so much of her life grinding down to suitable nail size.
"If you want out, now's the time," she finally murmured. "Things are going to get worse. We likely won't survive what's ahead. Everyone is terrified of the gnoll, and one way or another she will move to stop us. If you take those pills and loose yourself in a cushion or chair or some such... well, whatever you become might be happy. We could probably replace you. Those gems we've looted might make a villager into something approaching a good fighter."
She sighed, looking at her smooth green fingers again. "But I can think of better ways to find absolution. An new body is... something very big, and it doesn't seem to work out as well you'd hope..."
She sighed. "I miss my tail," she said to no one in particular.
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I sigh, cautiously taking the bag from Duran "I get it... I'm sorry for my outburst. But I don't think enjoying time as an object is so wrong if you're able to maintain your sense of self. When I was a chair, it was hard to keep hold of myself. But when I became a robe for Duran... I had a desire to hold her and keep her warm, but I was still me. I think that with experience and caution it can be something fun, informative, and more importantly helpful. I'm a cleric now, not a spoiled aristocrat. It's my job to take care of those around me, and to keep all of you safe. I promise not to use these pills as an escape, but we have the method of reversion and I won't hide from it if it's helpful to use them." Looking down at the bag in my hand a thought occurs to me "Wait..." I pull out the reversion serum and set it aside for easy access, then quickly down a pill. I focus on my old body, that of a male dwarf. I don't try and exaggerate anything, I try and focus on each detail with meticulous focus.
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Gwyn put a hand on Naethra's shoulder hearing her comment about the tail.
Watching Oric, her expression turn to an defeated annoyance as she watched Oric take the pill without knowing why she was doing so, but assuming that she was going to be a really well constructed chair.
"Welp, I'm going to blacksmith to see if she can make my tiara into a necklace, the tiara seems in bad taste at the moment. Maybe see if she can get me a little more protection. Let's all meet back here to depart in 2 hours?" she announced to the room. She went to exit the room/building. She lingered just long enough incase there was an urgent reply. Otherwise, she wasn't too worried. The village wasn't that big, she could find everyone if she needed to, and she said where she was going.
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Retiaria offered Naethra a sad smile when she commented on the loss of her tail. She didn't like the ex-tiefling too much, but imagining what she'd feel in her place she could certainly be sympathetic.
Shaking her head at Oric's foolishness, she exited the building with Gwen. A smith would probably have tools for repairing stuff...
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Duran gave a frown to hearing Naethra's words in how harsh and almost defeatist it is. Giving up already? Either way she looked back to Oric with a smile. "It is of course your path to choose, my friend." The dragonborn says reassuringly.
Hearing Gwyn's suggestion Duran nods. "Yeah we should get some supplies for sure. I'll need me some holy water myself so I can get us blessed during combat." The paladin suggests, reminding herself of one of the combat tricks she heard Cleric and paladins do when she was under training. A simple but effective way to get a group ready for a fight. "we should also afterwards discuss our plans on how we are going tos top this Gnoll Queen." Duran suggests only to blink, watching as Oric tries one of the pills again. "Wait this is not the time to be an object! We should prep first!"
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Oric takes the pill and feels the familiar quiver in her body, but as she starts to focus on her old body, she finds the mental image illusive. The more she tries to grab it the more it slips away till as she thinks of herself.. All she sees is the feminine curves she normally sees in the mirror. She hears a whisper.. "It was interesting once.. vaguely amusing the second time.. bored now."
Oric opens her eyes unchanged.. Her body the only dwarven one she can recall..
In her hands.. where the other two pills used to be.. a pair a tiny chocolate candies.
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I blush "Well, um... I was trying to use the pills to become male again. It... um... didn't work. Does anyone want some chocolates? That used to be pills?"
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Duran blinks, seeing nothing happen and hearing the explanation only to see the pills turn into chocolate. It makes the dragonborn curious enough to see if her pills changed as well. "Ack, I guess you messed with those pills one too many times? Also no offense but I'll pass on the chocolate..."
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Duran finds her transformation pills as well have vanished away leaving only small candies in their place. Seems she won't be able to 'accidentally' become someones shoes after all.
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Naethra was surprised to see Oric actually take the pill, but was much more perturbed when nothing happened. And then Duran's pills were chocolate...
Another change. Direct intervention, this time. More worrying proof that whatever they were dealing with was something like a god or daemon lord.
"Well, I suppose that's one less thing to worry about."
She gave Red and Gwyn a rueful grin for their supporters and pushed herself from the wall.
"I think I'm going to go outside for a while, now. Just... stand in the sun, or something. Maybe get these pants tailored."
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Gwyn walked with Retiaria to the 'smith. She looked over to Red, "How you feeling after that last skirmish? Was a bit of a blur, especially when I fell down laughing. Was a touch hard to keep track of."
A little while longer they reach the blacksmith, "Hi, I have my armor enchanted into this tiara. I was wondering if I could have it reshaped into a necklace? Something more appropriate with my new threads? Also curious if I could inquire about having the enchantment upgraded to something a little heavier, like a half plate? That something you do. Or who would be able to make that magic happen?"
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"How you feeling after that last skirmish? Was a bit of a blur, especially when I fell down laughing. Was a touch hard to keep track of."
"Mmm, well, I took a few hits but nothing major. I am feeling kinda... frisky, though..." Retiaria sighed, shaking her head at the strangeness of it all. "It's crazy, getting hit and feeling horny instead of hurt..."
"Also curious if I could inquire about having the enchantment upgraded to something a little heavier, like a half plate? That something you do. Or who would be able to make that magic happen?"
"Ooh, good point! Getting an upgrade would be pretty damn useful. I was also hoping you'd have tools for sale, something I can use to work leather. Preferably stuff that wasn't people once, thanks."
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The smith smiles as you approach. It looks like she works mostly in simple things. "hello there.. Plate armor, I'm afraid crafting that is a bit beyond me." She lets your disappointment pass, "But.. You may exchange your coins at the Lady's alter. She can grant you whatever you desire, for the proper offering."
((the village is currently quite a simple affair. The exception is that golden alter next to the shrines for the gods. by placing treasure, and coins marked for the lady, you may acquire anything in the phb.. at a ten percent mark up.))
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Gwen smiles back to her, "I knew I was kind of asking for a lot. Thank you."
I look to Red, "Shall we go to the Altar?"
Assuming we head that way, "I'm guessing since this is 'The Lady' that since come at a price, but we are helping clean up her land. So maybe just a monetary price."
Gwyn thinks about it for a moment, she really did plan on taking over that bakery. But she can't do that if she's dead and these people need her help. She then sets the deed to the bakery on the altar. She then set down a coin marked by the lady and the tiara on top of the deed.
"Dear sweet Lady. Please accept this modest offering from me in exchange for upgrading the armor enchanted inside the tiara to that on the same level as Half-plate. I would appreciate it if could be reshaped into a necklace as well. I don't seem to be able to pull off the royal look anymore. I want to look right for your champion in this land, and I'm willing to trade my baking dreams to take on that role."
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The great golden hand closes around the objects inside. After a few moments it opens and a necklace lies within.
((upgrade achieved!))
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Gwyn gets nervous as the hand closes. She watches as it open and sees the necklace inside. She takes it from the hand and notices it's a bit more plain to go with her barmaid attire. She happy puts it on. And puts her hand on the golden hand.
"thank you"
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"Nah, I'll catch you up in a bit, sweetie." Retiaria said, leaning in to give Gwen a quick peck on the cheek before she left. Thanks to her current arousal, that quickly was followed by another, longer kiss on the lips.
She watched Gwen walk away for a few moments, her tail flicking. Then she turned back to the task at hand. To the smith, she said "So yeah, tools and stuff. You got that kinda thing, or should I be looking somewhere else?"
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The Smith smiles and watches the extended good bye. "What sort of tools you have in mind.?"
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"I use nets a lot when I fight, and they keep getting slashed up. Something to repair them with, maybe make replacements if I can find the leather for it?"
((In other words, leatherworking tools))
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Gwyn was pleased to get her new necklace. She was curious what it looked like on. She started to head back over to the main food hall and try to find Gavin. She was also going to need to get a small keg if she was going to keep producing beer like this. She looked into the hall where they had the skirmish and called out, "Gavin? You here?"
She looked in one of the non-broken windows for her reflection to see how everything came together. She wasn't sure how she felt about being dressed like one of the plethora of anonymous bar maids the spent time with traveling before ending up with this group. At least the elf ears kept her unique.
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Duran blinks when she sees the chocolate that was once her pills as well. Seems everyone's denied further transformations. Dropping it to the ground the dragonborn sighs. "Well I'm gonna look for a temple to see if the ycan spare some holy water." The paladin tells Oric before leaving, looking around for just such a thing or if she has no hcoice but to be redirected to the Lady's altar if she wishes for it.
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I take a seat on the ground, clutching my holy symbol and placing the tiny goblin on my lap as I begin to pray, reaching out with my spirit to whatever power controls this place. I let myself relax, entering a meditative state (or maybe just falling asleep).
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Naethra walked out into the village proper, realizing this was the first time she'd been idle in this place without fear of ambush or magical entrapment. Of course, that would make this the perfect time for an ambush...
She shrugged the notion off and just stood in the sun. It felt right... which was worrying in its own way. She watched as Gwyn placed her item, gold, and offering at the altar with a look mounting distress, bordering on revulsion.
"Do you really want to barter with the Lady? The Lady that brought us here, who's responsible for all this?" she gestured at the village and the world at large. "And particularly those?" this time she gestured squarely at Gwyn's breasts.
Naethra was unsure about many things, but she found herself thinking of the Lady as a danger, an adversary. It seemed like this entire ordeal was just for her to drain people away.
"I'd be careful what you offer her," Naethra said, leaning against a building's wall in a sunny spot. Somehow, she doubted anything the Lady have would be that useful for surviving her attentions.
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"thanks, hun." Gwyn puts her hand on Neathra again, "I feel it's the right call. I need to survive long enough to combat someone like her. She's like a goddess in this place. I'm going going to be helping anyone out if I'm a mindless sex slave. If we get rid of the goblins, then we could maybe get help from from the village and others to go up against her, or escape."
"Also, the more we work and fight, the stronger we are gonna be. Think 'bout how bloody amazing we'd be after saving everyone. I can deal with looking like a barmaid in the meantime. The beer constantly coming from my breasts might get old after a while."
"But at the end of the day we're heroes. This is our story to write." Gwyn's hand slides to a position behind Neathra's head, cradling her a bit as she leans in to kiss her."
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Naethra couldn't help but smile as Gwyn held her and delivered a kiss. She couldn't help but feel the weight, warmth, and softness of her greatly enlarged bosom.
The smile grew grim as she pondered Gwyn's words though. Naethra had very pointedly not spoken her deepest thoughts aloud, but defeating the Lady... while admirable, it was likely a foolish objective. Doubly so to say such a thing aloud, not a stone's throw from her shrine.
"Just surviving her attentions, mind and soul intact, will be a tall order," Naethra said, awkwardly resting a hand on the taller girl's shoulder.
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Gwyn enjoyed the kiss on the smaller plant based girl. She continued to hold her close while trying reassure. "Who knows. She could be benevolent after all. But for now, we're her champions. Sure she won't mess with us too much....than she already has."
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She nods to red, "Simple stuff like that I've got to hand." (she can sell you the leather working tool kit at PHB cost)
Gavin smiles to see Naethra and Gwyn. "You need a pony keg to store your... bounty huh? I think we can arrange that." (Gwyn and Naethra acquire pony keg!)
Duran is able after some time to get blessed water through the medium of water and silver at the small alter of Airicame.
Lou searching around finds the room where the goblins had their base of operations. Two girls stand holding serving trays with fruit on them. One woman lies down her eyes glazed over and completely unfocused. It's Alma, and apparently she'd been used for at least a day as this goblins seat cushion.
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"Thanks Gavin" Gwyn says with a smile as she tries to figure out a way to carry the keg and have an arm around Neathra at the same time. Strength was never exactly her strong point.
"Hang on a sec, Neathra". Gwyn asks before launching into her not so short chant to make the unseen servant return. After and mindnumbing ten minutes, she appears and Gwyn hands off the keg to her to carry.
"Should we go back and see what Oric turned herself into?"
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"Thanks, cutie." Retiaria flashed the smith a smile as she handed over the money for the tools, her hand lingering briefly on the smith's as the money was passed over. She then shook her head slightly and stowed the tools away safely in her bag.
Her shopping done, she took a slow, wandering route back to where she'd left the rest of the group. They'd need to plan what they were going to do next, and, well... she'd taken a few hits in the fight that needed seeing to. One way or another...
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After some good prayer, the dragonborn grins and collects her holy water. Though as she takes a step back, she can't help but look at the golden alter of the 'lady'. "How blasphemous, to put yourself higher then the gods..." The dragonborn thought to herself out loud.
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Well crap. I go to Alma... she's the one I need to talk to so I can get back to normal, she knows about the nectar I don't have proper facilities to analyze... I try to rouse her, see if I can get a response, snapping my fingers in front of her face, gently shaking her, that sort of thing.
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"Oh, I was there," Naethra replied to Gwyn's question. "She was trying to turn herself back into a male. It didn't work. In fact... it was something of a miracle. Or an evil miracle. Divine intervention, or something like it. All of those infernal pills were changed. At least all of the ones Oric and Duran were carrying."
She had just been leaning in the sun. She thought about having her gear adjusted, but decided against it.
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@Dichotomy:
Alma seems very out of it for quite a while before slowly blinking, her eyes still glazed over, but no longer completely unresponsive..
Rather now she's reached up and grabbed Lou's ass and is looking at her with a hungry lust in her eyes.
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I blush- I mean, I shouldn't I suppose, not at this point, not after what I and this woman have already done but... well we're in public, and this certainly isn't likely to give me the information I want.
I delicately pry her hands from my posterior and try to make eye contact "Alma? Alma I need to ask you some things, do you understand? Do you need anything?"
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@Dichotomy
Alma looks you in the eyes and uses the moments of you putting your hands in hers to lean forward and kiss you deeply probing your mouth with hers.
@Everybody else
Meeting up in the brewery you feel more energized than before. Perhaps this place is absurdly dangerous, and for some strange reason insanely sexual, but still you feels your powers growing. Your explorations of the town have shown that at least for now there are no more goblins. A knocking occurs at a door from clearly alerting you. It's the man who had his barbarian powers sucked out of him yesterday.. "Are you going to gnoll fortress?"
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Arriving back at the brewery, Retiaria was surprised- and impressed- to see Oric in the same form she'd left her in. "Hey. Um... Good to see you're still you. I'm, uh, I'm proud of you, sweetie."
At the knocking on the door, she turned to see the guy from yesterday. Poor bastard. "Pretty sure that's the plan, yeah. Why?"
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Duran made it back with a sigh of content. The holy water blessed by Aircame will be quite useful in future situations and conflict. However what drew her off as she met the other members of the group back in the brewery was the return of that man captured by the Gnoll earlier today. "You... you got away?" Duran asked, moving to look over the guy quickly. Trying to look for signs of wounds or need of healing. "What happen? How did you escape? Do you need healing? How are you still male? What about your mind, is it feeling oddly submissive as that's a sign of needing to be healed? What happen to your friends?" The dragonborn asked the guy several questions before finally remembering to answer his.
"And yes, we are going to stop that Gnoll."
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The man shakes his head, "I didn't need to escape.. I was tossed aside like so much trash." He shakes his head, "I'm glad your going after them.. kick their teeth in for me... and.. please.. rescue my friends.. If there is anything left of them to rescue."
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"Yeah... not gonna lie, I'm not sure there will be, pal. But... we'll try." Retiaria gave the man what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "Hey, why don't you come with? You must want a chance for round two, right?"
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"Hmm..." Naethra murmured. "This promises to be an... arduous endeavor. We could use all the help we could get. And we seem to have misplaced our wizard, too."
Truthfully, Naethra doubted Lou would willingly accompany the small dungeon party. And she didn't care for their prospects against the gnoll.
"Why don't you come with us? We've been able to claim a handful of those crystals... I don't know, exactly, what she took from you yesterday, or how that whole process works, but you could probably fight with one of these. Maybe not like you used to, but you could help us rescue your friends. Every soul on our side would skew the odds, after all."
Truthfully, she doubted there was much of those two left to save. But, an extra fighting arm could make all the difference...
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Gwyn leaned against the wall, "Yeah, I haven't figured out which is which, but these pendants are giving the goblins their skills, they could work for you. You wouldn't be a barbarian, but you'd have some heft behind you."
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Duran gave the man a nod at his simple request. "We'll do everything we can in our power to help them, don't worry." When half the group suggest the possibility of using one of the pendents to have the barbarian able to help them she ponders that possibility as well. "If you think you are up to it, we wouldn't mind the help but don't push yourself, ya just lost your power to her..." The paladin suddenly shuddered at the thought. "And I have to make sure nobody else will next..."
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The man shivers, looking at him closely you can see the hard edges of him from before have been worn off. Even the calluses on his hands are gone now. "I would certainly be willing to try, but... Like this.. I may just be a liability. I think the wizard you brought with you would be a much better choice."
He sighs, "I don't really want to risk wrecking another group with my insanity.. Every since I became the man, I've been a bit over impressed with my own power.." He shrugs, "But. I can give you something if you are going to go out and fight the good fight."
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"Anything you can do to help, really." Retiaria said with an encouraging smile. "If you're not up to coming along, stuff is good too."
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The elf smiles and reaches up and pops off his earring. "I managed to keep something hidden when they tossed me. Guess all that maid training paid off a little bit." He offers it to the group, it's a tiny brass and pearl ax.
"I know.. it doesn't look like much, but we found it after my promotion to guy who hits things." He squeezes down on it and is then holding a bronze hatchet, with the peal inlays of everything here of course. "It's a trick weapon you see." he smiles as he twists the head and out pops a variety of picks and small tools. "That's not all." He concentrates again and the weapon expands once more becoming a battle ax. "Not bad.. but also has a trick" He twists the base as the head bursts into heatless flame casting torchlight around the room. "One more.." With a stretch he expands the weapon once more into a two handed great-ax. "No tricks here but it's sharper than angry mistress's tongue. And back to a charm it goes." He offers the tiny ax charm to the group, "Now.. please get the others and take out those gnolls if you can.. I'll be back here learning to live with myself and the land."
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Duran while finding the axe quite interesting had different things to say after the ex-barbarian's words over what happen to his fate. "Wait... became the man? You were not male? What? Is she just swapping everyone's gender left and right as a quick laugh?" The dragonborn pondered this a bit before someone takes the mysteriously useful looking axe. "We are going to get them out of there and make sure the gnoll pay for... wait gnolls?"
The dragonborn didn't expect the possibly of there being more then one Gnoll.
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I let out a startled yelp at this- a muffled yelp too, considering. More disconcerting than the kiss, however, is feeling myself react to it in ways that remain... anatomically novel. I've not kissed a LOT of girls before( and that's part of my issue) but during none of those previous occasions has the experience made my nipple stiffen.
Should I be responding so readily? I mean... presumably this is a normal reaction to arousal given the circumstances, but should I be so easily... erm... distracted? I have pressing inquiries and larger problems, it doesn't seem like a very appropriate time!
I let go of her hands and press my palms against her torso, intent on pushing here away, shaking my head to try and regain focus. "Alma I- no, we need to-" I look around, trying to get my bearings for somewhere I could take her where they may be able to help.
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Gwyn watches the new item demo with a bit of awe. It's neat and impressive, "Nice! Although I take umbrage. My tongue is quite sharp, just new to being a mistress. Or do I have to I need to sleep with a married man, or invest in tight leather for that title."
Gwyn grins a bit, "leather and whips could be fun."
Gwyns smile faded a bit as she looked down and was reminded she looks like a random bar maid. Well, maybe not quite random, she did look like an elf. She couldn't imagine any elfs stooping down to be a bar maid.
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For those in the brewery:
He shakes his head, "A whole bunch of us got dropped here.. I was a house maid before this happened. I don't know exactly what happened, but I ended up in this body, while he ended up with mine.. Then he ran off of his own.. We never saw him again."
"As for gnolls, they are the leaders of the goblinoids here. There aren't that many, but they have the important positions of power."
He grins at Gwyn, "You could make the leather and whips look work.."
For Dicho:
Unfortunately for Lou she hasn't been in town long, and is aware of, the brewery where the others of your party are, the orchard where the tree girls are, and the inn where Gavin the inn keeper/mayor of town is.
She continues to grope and tease at your body, although is slowly seeming to be less feral and more rational about how she is going about distracting you to the idea of sexy times.
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Her efforts are... unfortunately effective, but it's keeping her out of trouble. The orchard seems like a good place to see if I can get help for her, she knows the people there at least, and maybe someone else will be able to answer my questions.
"Come on Alma, let's go to the Orchard." I try to lead her that way, and try not to get distracted by what she'd rather do.
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"Hah, that is fucking awesome!" Retiaria laughed as the man showed them the axe charm's special abilities. "As much as I'd love to have that thing, maybe one of you lot would be better suited to it. Duran, maybe?"
"We are going to get them out of there and make sure the gnoll pay for... wait gnolls?"
"Well, yeah, we were told there's more than one, darl."
"leather and whips could be fun."
Retiaria chuckled at that. "Oh trust me, they are..."
"A whole bunch of us got dropped here.. I was a house maid before this happened. I don't know exactly what happened, but I ended up in this body, while he ended up with mine.. Then he ran off of his own.. We never saw him again."
"Damn, that sucks. Sorry you had to go through that..."
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"Well, that looks... impressive," Naethra said. She could imagine a full dozen ways for someone to accidentally decapitate themselves with an expanding axe like that. And that didn't even touch on the accidental disembowlings. It would take a master of martial arts to wield the thing without causing more damage to themselves than to their enemies. "I agree, Duran would be perfect for the axe."
She was a little disappointed that the former barbarian wouldn't be accompanying them... but she was rather distressed at the implications he brought up. He (she?) had begun her journey female, and had her body stolen. If she'd inherited her fighting skills from the swap... it could explain her suicidal over-confidence by the tavern yesterday. More prominently, though, if the enemy has powers like that...
Naethra sighed. Everything she learned about this place made things seem more impossible. Every new wrinkle stacked the odds ever further against her and the little party. If this was a grand game, she rather suspected the Mistress of Lust was always ready to wipe the pieces off the table if it ever looked like she might lose.
"Well... I suppose we should get ready," she said. "And we should probably try to collect the wizard. Has anyone seen her?"
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Duran listened to the man's story and frowned. Another poor soul lost that hopefully can find it's way to safety. The dragonborn will have to keep an eye out. However what surprised her is both Retiaria and Naethra suggesting that she should use the axe. This did make the dragonborn consider it. "Well... I prefer to fight with a shield but the two handed could still be useful if it's really sharp... but it would be pretty much just using the torch light part for me. Maybe the picks if one of us knows how to pick locks. Hmmnn wait what about Oric?" She looks back to the Dwarf with a smile.
'Would you be interested in using the axe? Hmm does Dwarves even fight with axes?" The dense dragon ponders out loud, giving the cleric a chance to claim the charm or not.
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Haveing cleared the town of the goblin thugs at least for now, the five gather up back at the inn and tavern.
Gavin passes ciders all around as you begin to discuss what needs to happen next. “That gnoll will likely be hot under the collar after this, but you folks aren't the first to come through, and you probably won't be the last. Still most others have headed for the Queens fort and we haven't seen em again.”
@Dicho
Calming Alma down is the work of not a short number of moments, that leaves both of you sweating and a bit tired, but she eventually comes to be clear. She thanks you and then has the conversation you've been looking for.
With a blush she shakes her head, “Oh I don't have a hold on you. I was only saying that since you made such a cute face when I did.” She does look at your chest and hips, “On the other hand. If you were on some kind of beauty enhancing magic, raw sap from our girls might have kicked it up a little stronger.” She smiles, “Personally looking at you, I can't see a thing to complain about.”
@Ordos
At some point during the discussion you feel some manner of weight in your bag you are certain was not there before. Stepping out you open the bag to find a large heavy tome, bound in moonsilver. The cover dark as as starry night calls to you. But as you reach your hand to it, you half see a golden chain coming from it. Following the chain you look down further at yourself and see that chain going into your body.. coiled around.. something powerful and glowing. You hear that all to familiar voice behind your ears. “Do you still feel she's granting power.. or Sealing something she would find dangerous and useful to herself?”
You are not sure when it happened.. but you are now holding a small iron hammer.
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The book... was beautiful. Naethra couldn't remember seeing something so wonderful since leaving Ymirheim. It belonged in a wizard's study, or some grand library or reliquary. She'd read about such things... a token, a tome of secrets to seal a pact. There would be magic inside, rituals and lore. When she read it, she'd be a full, honest to gods witch.
She trembled. There was a chain, gossamer and ephemeral, leading from the starry-covered tomb. It glinted in, and and out of vision, almost impossible for her to focus on. Breathlessly, she ran her fingers from the book's spine, down the glinting chain, and further... to herself.
“Do you still feel she's granting power.. or Sealing something she would find dangerous and useful to herself?”
Naethra was stunned. It was that voice, her voice. But... what was this within her? It felt... it felt like borrowed magic, only it came from within.
She'd spent years studying in Ymirheim, never once demonstrating the faintest shred of magical ability. She'd consigned herself to a mundane existence, eeking out her worth on clerical duties, helping the keepers of the great library as they stored and managed knowledge she would never be able to use. Was... was the gift within her, all along?
But... why was it chained? Wrapped and bound and utterly silent her entire life? And... how was it connected to the book?
Naethra was glad she'd ducked away from the group. She didn't want anyone to see this. Her hand was trembling when she noticed the hammer within it. The chains were bound to the book, the gift of secrets and magic from her patron. The chains that bound something within her, pulsing with the light of magic. Did... did the Fae Lady bind her? How? Why? She tried to wrap her mind around it, only to recall that the only word, the only shred of evidence, was coming from the Lady of this place. If she was being tempted... she couldn't imagine a finer bait. But to what end?
She tried to think back to the night in the Wilds. To the pact. She had never heard her patron's voice since. The Lady cut her off once, and had made it clear she could do so again whenever she chose. Her magic was... tainted here. She'd been wondering, almost dreading, that the Lady of Excess might have been the archfey who reached out to her, that this was all some elaborate entrapment.
Naethra didn't realize she was crying until the first tears curled around her green lips. If her lady wished whatever was within her to be locked away... she must have a reason, right? Maybe it wouldn't be one she would like, or even understand... if only she had said something, anything, to her since that night. Any glimmer of purpose, or expectations, or... or...
Naethra looked at the book, still the most beautiful thing she had beheld in years. She couldn't remember ever feeling so alone. "Please," she whispered in Sylvan, trying to recall every detail, and glimmer of that one meeting with her patron, "please... talk to me. Tell me what you want. Tell me why. Tell me... anything," she murmured.
The book was bound to the chain coiled around her. To break the chain... would possibly mean breaking the pact. It had been struck in desperation, but it had been a realization of a long hope. Of being... something better than a lowly tiefling, daemon-touched cross breed, toiling away a short and ugly life. She'd wanted it to be about more than just survival.
"Please... if you have a reason... I'll leave it. I'll open the book. I'll do what you ask." What if the Lady really was her mistress? What if this was a ploy, and she was being to forsake the only glorious thing in her life? What if the whole thing had been an accident, and the archfey was embarrassed about an awkward ordeal she was desperately trying to forget?
The tears were pouring now, but Naethra didn't make a sound. She needed to escape this place, to avoid losing herself to oblivion like so many she had encountered. She was trapped in some game with the Lady of Pleasure, and she could snip away her only real tool at her whim. She'd always wanted to be someone magical, to be... important? Special? Or maybe just like the elven masters of old Selnheim? This was a dream she'd long given up on, balanced against a hope that seemed so cruelly out of reach. Pacts had damned her lineage before, and she had just blindly wandered into a new one when it suited her... it had been selfish, and desperate, but she had wanted to live up to it. She wanted her Lady to be proud.
Her hand trembled. She was shaking. After a long, breathless moment, when nothing but silence answered. She recalled being powerless in the forest, her new gift severed before she had even learned to use them, as the Lady of Pleasure groped her, chastised her. If her magic could be taken away like that... then she would have no hope but what the Lady allowed. Her breathing quickened, faltered with quiet sobs. The silence thundered in her soul. She feared she would lack the strength to do this if she waited a heartbeat more.
She slammed the hammer down on the chain.
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@ordos
The hammer comes down and the chain shatters like glass. Neathra gets a swirl of confused immages..
Herself kneeling before a creature of indescribable beauty..
Swallowing A seed of some sort she had never seen before...
An energy welling up inside her suffering her being, before being throttled, chained, fed out to her in drops, the rest flowing along that chain.. feeding.. something...
She feels that power flow through her body, her skin darkening slightly to a more verdant green, the leaves of her head growing thicker. She can feel the power pulse with her heart, her heart pulsing in time with the beat of the world itself.
Then the moment is gone.. She is her own limited individual self again, but her power is unchained now. Her awakening is incomplete, but someday she'll learn to tap and control that power inside her heart.
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Haveing cleared the town of the goblin thugs at least for now, the five gather up back at the inn and tavern.
Gavin passes ciders all around as you begin to discuss what needs to happen next. “That gnoll will likely be hot under the collar after this, but you folks aren't the first to come through, and you probably won't be the last. Still most others have headed for the Queens fort and we haven't seen em again.”
Gwyn drinks her cider, and sets down the empty one, "Yeah, but how many of those before us knew what they were doing? See? We have no idea what we're doing. So they can't plan against us. And that's why we are gonna win. Can I have another?"
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Duran takes careful sips of the cider she was given. Having made sure to thank Gaven before looking over to Gwyn. Listening to her logic. "I dunno... wouldn't a lack of plan still be disadvantageous to us anyway?" She curiously asked. "Is it normal to not have a plan to throw off your oppentent?"
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Taking a long swig of cider, Retiaria said "Yeah, my old master had a saying: 'Failing to plan is planning to get the shit kicked out of you'. If we just run in there with no strategy, we'll get mashed just like those guys we saw fighting here. So. A direct assault on the Queen's fortress is a bad idea. So how about we don't do that? I'm not saying just walk away, but are there any other targets we can hit to weaken her? Or maybe we could ambush a patrol, take one of them with their mind un-fucked and get them to talk. Who knows, maybe there's some secret entrance or the Queen's got some big weak spot or... I don't know, something!"
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Naethra sat, alone outside the room her party planned in. They'd notice her missing soon.
She felt... furious. Exhausted. For the first time in her life, she wanted to kill someone. It was intense, a hatred that burned with a flatly painful intensity in her chest. However, she wasn't certain who deserved her ire. How much of what she'd just seen was real? If it was... had she just broken a pact made in good faith? Why was she still crying?
It took a moment, but she forced her breathing to slow, willing a semblance of calm onto herself. She felt... different. There was knowledge in her mind now, ideas... methods to weave the magic inside her. It flowed and unfurled and leapt from one pattern to another, each abstract and beautiful, each a spell in her repetoire... she'd need to buy some things to make it all work...
She weighed her immediate options. Returning to the group right now... they'd notice she'd been crying, how dishelved and distressed she was, and she didn't want to explain her situation. She turned and left the brewery, noting the rustling of her leafy hair had grown... more full, more vibrant with her inner change. She had some errands to run... maybe once that was finished she'd be composed enough to lie to her teammates.
Her armor felt stiff and uncomfortable now, she could feel it tug and hinter the flows of her magic. It had never been very good, but it would have to go. She'd see if she could trade it for a blouse, or a tunic, or just some travelling clothes... something comfortable, with pockets. Any peasant's garb would do, but she wanted to avoid asking the Lady to weave it.
But she would have to visit the shrine. Her lip twisted into scowl despite herself as she left her offering. Her old spear, planted into the earth, and some of the coin from earlier battles. "May I please have a diamond," she said, her mind focused on the whirl of color and sensation she knew would bid her magic to conjure a chromatic orb... but only with a suitable focus. Hopefully she could come across a gem untouched by the Lady, but for now this should do.
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Gwyn smiled. "Strategies aren't my strong suit. Although the last one was pretty fun. Ill keep making up stuff if you let me. Although running with these girls is a bit more than I'm used to."
Gwyn looked around, "why where is...you know, plant girl?"
Gwyn' s attention span didn't last much longer. "I need a new drink."
Her eyes lingered on the of the bar maids wearing a similar uniform to the one Gwyn was wearing, "Excuse me ladies."
Gwyn got up and followed her back to the staff area. Gwyn flashed a smile she would use on girl before any of this started. For a moment she forgot who she was. "Hi, when do get off?"
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@Renne
You slip into the back room and hit her with your best pick up line. She turns and smiles seeing you in similar uniform to herself, "Soon enough." She presses an apron onto your chest and walks behind you tieing it up at the back. A tray in your hands with some food and another round of drinks, "Go tend those adventurers while I get ready to go."
@Ordos
The hand of the alter closes and when it opens a small diamond is there ready for you to focus your arcane energies through.
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Gwyn smiles proudly under the impression that she is doing a favor before running off with the cute barmaid. "As you wish."
Gwyn takes the food and drink and traverses the bar dodging a couple people and bring them over to my friends. I put on a smile playing the act, thinking it would be silly for me to do this, forgetting what I look like. I set the drinks and food down in front of Red, Duran, and Oric, "Fresh drinks and your food orders."
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Duran gets the next drink only to blink up at the person serving it. "Um.. Thanks... Gwyn?" she says in surprise before trying to focus on helping come up with a plan. "Well I.. know it sounds silly coming from me, but maybe we shouldn't bring too much attention around by fighting them before they get more prepared... could we somehow sneak up to them?"
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Gwyn smiles an affirmation at her name, "yeah."
Then chime in with opinion after serving the food, "Sneaking up, and undercover works on small groups. If we sneak up to the Queen, and kill her, we'd have to fight our way out, and I don't think we're good enough for that. But if we advance, and take out the group's we come up against, we'll learn more, and we'll get stronger and more able to take on the queen. Just starting the adventure and letting it guide us is the path."
Gwyn puts the empty try under her arm, "be back....dont wait up?"
Then she heads back through the crowd returning to the kitchen and staff area looking for the other bar maid.
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"Hey, thanks sweetie. Can I pay with a kiss?" Retiaria asked with a cheeky smile as Gwen served her next drink, before leaning over to plant her lips on Gwen's.
"Well I.. know it sounds silly coming from me, but maybe we shouldn't bring too much attention around by fighting them before they get more prepared... could we somehow sneak up to them?"
"That's what I'm saying." Retiaria added with a nod. "We have no idea what we're walking into. If we can sneak up on them, great. But we're talking about attacking a fortress. We need to know more about what we're getting into before just charging in. Attack a patrol, take a prisoner, torture the information out of her. We find out everything they know about the queen and her castle and make a proper plan when we actually know what we're dealing with."
"be back....dont wait up?"
"Heh, no promises. See ya, darl."
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Naethra inspected the gem. Fifty gold was quite a sum... definitely more money than she'd ever had to her name before setting foot in this dungeon (or realm, as she was beginning to fear). An now the salary of a few years had been converted into a gem. It was dazzling, glinting in richly fractured light, subtly tinted in the way only diamonds seem to manage. With the old mines and dwarf realms cut off from the cities of Sienhelm by the Wilds, gems like this were heirlooms and estate treasures. On its own it was an absurdly expensive bauble... but Naethra could feel how it bent and shaped and fractured light, and somehow knew those same principles would work for the spell she had in mind.
The tears were almost gone.
She felt filthy. Filthy for every transaction with the entity that had brought her here, filthy for her faithlessness, for breaking her pact, filthy from her own weakness. Also, filthy from having worn the same clothes for several days of fighting and hiking, but that was a rather more literal filthiness. Her clothes were probably a lost cause at this point, but she still had to get rid of her old armor, so she figured she might as well try and trade for a new tunic or something. She cast a dubious glance at the hand, certain that she didn't want to wear whatever degrading scrap or trinket it would produce.
"Thank you," she said,slipping the gem into a pouch and walking away from the shrine.
She felt... almost stable. She'd see if she could trade her old armor for some fresh clothes with anyone roughly her size. Not a tavern uniform, though. She never wanted to think of that place again. Even the notion recalled her time inanimate, and made her shudder. She tried to grab onto that. That helplessness, that horrible, cloying, drowning pleasure... she broke the pact so that could never happen again. There... would be consequences. If she survived. Maybe reconciliation. Maybe... what in the hells happened that night? What was that seed? Was any of it real? Had she been betrayed, or had she just double-cross the only entity who was willing to save her from terrible doom?
Naethra sucked in another breath, willing her pulse slow and wishing she still had teeth so she could chew on something. First things first. She needed clothes. After that, she needed to hook up with the others again. They'd probably be heading out soon. Since those thrice damned pills were rendered ineffective, it was unlikely they would have turned themselves into bar stools or tavern wenches in the fifteen minutes she'd left them alone. Hopefully, by then, no one would be able to see how shaken she was. She took another deep breath and began looking, for a tailor or maybe just a woman roughly her size.
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@Rennee
The barmaid in question is no place to be seen. However as you get near a sink Gavin hands you a cloth, "get this batch washed up." before she heads back out leaveing Gwyn wondering if she was in on the joke, or if she had just blended in that much..
@Ordos
Poketing your Gem you head into town. The general store appears to be boarded up, but you are able to make a trade of some used armor, for some sturdy clothing. Makeing your way back Lou and Gwyn are still missing from the table.
@All
Naethra returns but something about her seems different.
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Gwyn is disappointed that she missed the cute bar maid. She then gives a confused look as she is handed a dish rag.
She goes to protest, "Whoa, wait. I'm not actually- I don't work here." But it's too late as Gavin seems to be already gone.
Gwyn frowns looking at the sink. Ok, they have been helping us out. I could knock this out and then go back up with my friends. No big. But I'm not a bar maid.
She gets to work on them. It takes a while, but when she is done she begins to head out of the kitchen area, hoping no one else will confuse her for staff before she can get out.
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"Hmm I don't know if we can get someone. Seems our wpeaons well.. are a bit too good at making them mindless.. but if we can pull this off I certainly would be happy to spare lives rather then just take down everything we see." The dragonborn leans back, waving over to Naethra as she returns. Not yet noticing anything off with her. "What we gonna need is some way to force someone to surrender.. maybe you net one of the weaker goblins towards the end and we finish off her friends... at that point she will have no choice but to talk or well... join them in that mindless bliss."
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"Heya Naethra! Come over here, grab a drink!" Retiaria waved Naethra over, oblivious of any changes.
[Perception 5+1= 6]
She nodded in agreement with Duran. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Someone higher ranked would be better, but unless someone's got a spell to knock out a gnoll, one of the goblins is pretty much our only bet."
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@Most of the party:
Gavin gives Retaria a hearty slap on the back. "The gobbos are pretty simple creatures for the most part but should be able to point you in a direction or two. There is quite a bit of forest between here and the queens fort too. You should be able to put together an attack plan by then.. Or even an infiltration."
@Renee
You wonder why you failed to protest as you start washing.. Maybe it's just harder to sound forceful talking around those bucked teeth. As you finish a tray is thrust into your your hands with a drink and a meal of soft foods and things in long thin strips, "Get your tail moving out to the plant girl." Any protests you may have had die in your throat as you feel that bushy tail trying to lift your skirt...
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Gwyn
It feels hard to form the words at first. My teeth feel weird. I glide my tongue around them at first before touching them. My front teeth ahve grown. That's...odd. I want to panic about it, but do as I'm asked first. Let's not cause a scene.
Then when I'm told to serve the food. I want to say something. Tell her that I don't work here. But all that I manage to squeak out of me is, "Yes, ma'am."
I take the tray and lookf or the plant girl, before I realize that they must be referring to Neathra. I spot her as head in her direction. My hips, skirt and now bushy tail sway as I walk. I stop for a moment to adjust my skirt so it wasn't getting caught on the tail. Shit, I have a tail!? Keep it together. I focus on the task and making my patron happy.
I set the drink and food infront of Neathra. Await aher acceptance, or additional requests before heading back to the bar.
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Oric
I look at gwyn with a quirked eyebrow "Gwyn, since when do you have all that squirrel stuff going on? Also: why are you working here? Weren't we going to go fight some sexy goblins and gnolls?"
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Gwyn
Gwyn had yet to see her new attributes. Hasn't figured out the buck teeth and that she had a large squirrel tail now bobbing behind her. She knew it was a tail, but the type eluded her.
"Squirrel? No, I'm like the wolf. Strong. I don't work here, they... I....well, they thought I was...and then they asked me...i couldn't say no, that would be....i can fight gnolls."
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Duran tilts her head once Oric made the good point. "Yeah, we are gonna need your help if we are gonna stop this annoying Gnoll Queen."
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Oric
I frown and stand up, wrapping an arm around her hip "we should probably get moving. I don't think time is really on our side here. The longer we wait the more at risk we are of finding ourselves changed. Physically, or worse, mentally."
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"Yeah..." Retiaria said with a concerned frown, looking at Gwen. Something seemed off about her behaviour, and what was with the tail and weird teeth? Standing up, she asked "Hey, you okay there Gwen?"
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Gwyn
"Yeah, I'm fine." Gwyn answers then touches her teeth and noticing the looks at her. "Something wrong? Did I forget someone's drink? I can run back to the kitchen."
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"Nah, we got everything we needed. We were just leaving, weren't we?" Retiaria shot the others a Significant Look. "Come on Gwen, someone else can cover for you here."
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Oric
I start walking forward, keeping my grip on her hip to insist she come with me "Come on, no time to lose."
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Gwyn
Gwyn walks out with Oric guiding her and making sure she doesn't get drawn back into the mess in the kitchen. "Cover for me? I dont work here. I was just doing a favor because....."
Gwyn trails off as she realizes, "...because I'm wearing a barmaid uniform and they think I'm a barmaid. That just.....is not nice."
Gwyn feels Oric's arm brush against her massive squirrel tail as they walk, "how big is my tail?"
Turning her head, she's easily able to get a look at part of it, "Shoot! That's not a wolf tail!"
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Naethra settled against the room's far wall just in time to hear Duran speculate about torturing prisoners to extract useful information. She elected to stay quiet in the hope that she'd be able I figure out just what she'd missed.
"Oh, thank you," she said absently as Gwyn placed down a plate of food. It... reminded Naethra of porridge she used to eat as a girl back home, flavorless and runny and somehow vaguely unwholsome. It had clearly been chosen for her to accommodate her lack of teeth, but the result looked like something that would be fed to a baby.
"Gods, I miss teeth," Naethra murmured before she looked up. She was shocked by Gwyn's new changes, but Oric and Red quickly addressed the now squirrelly bard. It seemed just lingering here wasn't going to be a safe option after all.
Naethra picked at her meal, swallowing what she could before thanking Gavin and following her teammates out the door. At least no thought to ask About why she sucked away just then.
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@The party
Stepping out of the tavern, you realize you've got most of a full day of travel ahead of you that you can undertake. Proper roads end at the edge of town but there are many game trails you can traverse. The woods wise among you will note that this indicates either rather infrequent traffic to the village, or that something is keeping the forest in a state close to nature. However you can depart from town in any direction. The goblins came from the north.
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Gwyn
Gwyn saw her tail and felt her teeth and finally realized and accepted that she was resembling a squirrel. She made a face and pouted. She tried to show the squirrel who is boss.
She started heading northbafter the goblins. "Let's go girls"
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"Ugh.. I miss being a guy." The dragon grumbles as she finally catches up to the group. Being the slowest thanks to her weight she waddles right up behind them. "So.. to the goblins right? I do want to deal with that gnoll leader before she can hurt another soul."
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Retiaria was glad to leave. The villagers had been nice and welcoming, but what had been happening to Gwen while she worked had freaked her out. It was better to get moving again, even if that did mean wandering through the gross woods again.
"Yeah Duran, we're gonna deal with the gnoll, but we need to take someone prisoner first. Find out a few things."
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"It occurs to me... the goblins didn't just pass into an incapacitated lustful haze like the kobolds did. They just sort of... dissolved. If they have a sense of self, that threat should suffice for coercion... but, I'm not entirely certain these are real goblins," Naethra mused as she quickened step to keep up with the group after her mushy meal.
"From some of the things they've said, and what the peasants have told us... they may not be born or even converted like other people and monsters we've seen here. That gnoll may have a means of literally creating them, empowering them with stolen magic." She lifted a finger to the wizard's charm around her neck, thinking back to the dancer she took it from, how she bowed before fading out of existence.
"If that's the case, then we can't win a fight of attrition. And they may not have enough of a sense of self to betray information under pain of oblivion." She frowned at the prospect.
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"But that also means once we get to the queen, there would be no more goblins. Or we can take away what ever means she has to make them with. We may not even need to fight here. This is good news." Gwyn cheerfully considers.
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"I'd be really surprised if we didn't have to fight her." Retiaria said, "But if we can just take whatever she's making the gobbers with that'd be great. Still gotta get to it first though, and even if we don't get anything out of whoever we capture, taking out a patrol can't hurt, right?"
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@the whole party includeing Lou he's just been.. quiet..
As you make your way north along the game trails, you hear a terrible crashing noise up ahead. You all can easily hear an inarticulate scream of a humanoid throat..
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"Sounds like something's hitting a patrol already. Come on, let's hit 'em while they're weak!"
With that Retiaria took off running towards the noise.
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Gwyn didn't need much additional encouragement. As soon as she heard the scream, she pull out her sword and started bounding toward the scream behind Retiaria.
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Charging ahead you see yourself facing to greenish grey humanoids. They are women, each eight feet tall.. and each rather heavy set.. they each have a crude club at their side.
However the source of the scream is a woman holding a pair of short curved blades. She is clearly flushed and dripping from sweat and arousal, standing dazed.
"We told you we would grind your bones to make our bread..." They then slam their bodies together sandwiching the woman who makes no move to resist. There is a single orgasmic cry that is suddenly cut off as they move away from each other a large burlap flour sack drops to the ground. They give crude laughs then turn to to look at the party, "Oh.. more treats to grind.."
Roll for initiative.
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"Aww, son of a bitch!" Retiaria cursed as she skidded to a halt. These weren't goblins at all, instead they were some other threat. And they'd arrived just too late to save whoever the woman was.
Still, not fighting didn't seem to be an option so she readied her weapons.
[Initiative 3+2= 5
Monster ID 12+1= 13]
((Eight feet tall- is that big enough to count as Large?))
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Gwyn was equally thrown off as she looked at their adversaries. "huh.."
Initiative 1+3=4
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Naethra wondered what it would be like to not rush towards an ominous, unexplaned scream. But she figured doing so was better than standing alone in the forest, so she rushed after Gwyn and Red.
When she saw the giants and the woman-turned-sack-of-flour she reached for her spear, only to grasp the diamond it had been traded for, instead. "That's not how you make flour," she muttered in disbelief as she readied her focus.
(initiative = 7)
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[initiative 17-1]
[3/15]
I grumble looking at them "Damn it.... no chance to run then?" I raise my shield and warhammer, fighting the urge to flee from danger.
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Duran heard the scream and without a second thought, ran towards it's source. But any hope of saving the poor person before she is crushed by the bellies of the two other women was simply too late. "No! How can you do something so cruel!?" The dragonborn called out once they were spotted, and drew out her weapon for battle.
[Initiative: 11 - 2 = 9]
[HP: 34/34] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: ]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
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((My init was 14))
Lou had been more than a little distracted, nose deep in a book since they left making notes and doing equations. The math was pretty conclusive: none of what was happening was possible. The amount of energy required to do some of the things he had seen in the past few days was... well, not incalculable, he had done the calculations, but far beyond immense. Either something was going on here such that this plane of existence had lower cost barriers to such things... an intrinsically impermanent, fluctuating nature where such things were simply easier, or some being who could only be described as a god was at work, or both. If it was the first option... well that was quite exciting, honestly. Think of all the things that could be achieved in the field of transmutation magic! If it was either of the last two options... well... that was pretty terrifying.
His nose was so stuck in his book that he walked into the person in front of him as they stopped, stammering "Wait wh- ...oh. Oh I see. Well. Damn."
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The the party knows the tales of these least of the giant kin. They are monumentally stupid monsters easily confused.. However they react to things they do no understand with violence and outside of the very rare specimen of their species they are violent most of the time.
They lift their clubs and laugh fat bellies jigging.. Their girth making Duran seem rather slim in comparison.. They grin and begin to advance with slow thudding foot falls.
Oric's turn.
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(How am I the fastest?!)
Oric:
I decide that somebody needs to take the front line, and I'm one of the heartier members of the group. With that in mind I charge forward and try to slam my warhammer into a trolls leg with a sweeping motion, attempting to bring it down. [16+3=19] for [6+1=7] damage.
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The ogre gives a colossal belly laugh as you hit her.. your blow was clearly effective, but it will take quite a bit more to tell these foes
Louis turn
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I scrabble back away from the giants... I wonder what they started out as? Well, now's likely not the best time to ask them. Still, I think I've gleaned a bit of useful information about how things work around here... enough to make a few changes of my own. At a touch, the axe grows serrated spikes along the edge, gleaming with... well, the same opalescent stuff that's on everything, but they LOOK wicked, and they glow slightly, so that's... also a plus. "It's uh... temporary." I admit as I pass "Should be at any rate... who knows around here though?"
((Duran's weapon counts as a magic weapon with +1 to attack and damage rolls for the next hour, or until I stop concentrating on it, whichever comes first))
That done, I stand behind the people with the nice pointy melee things, and lob a mote of fire at the nearest giant. They started it.
((16 to hit, if it hits, 4 damage))
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As the magic flows the pealesant axe rather than growing spiky from the touch, becomes smooth, with a more gentle curve. It's still sharp.. just more.. gently rounded..but it does give off a soft glow..
The fire hits the ogre but she seems still quite fiesty.
The ogress Oric struck takes a wider stance and swings her club smashing into the dwarf for 13 points of damage sending sensations thrilling along her body as the massive woman towers over her.
((it is duran's turn))
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Duran felt energy surge into the strange axe she wield, watching it grow smoother and more rounded even as the glow hinted of the power within. "Thanks Lou!" The dragonborn called out before seeing the ogre go for a strong swing down at the dwarf. The dragonborn lept... or well waddled into action, rushing forward to try to strike the ogress's side. "I'll make you regret hurting my friends and that other adventurer!" She called out as she swung, yet despite the power within, it was a clumsy attempt.
[Duran strikes at Ogress attacking Oric!]
[Hit: 4 + 5 + 1 = 10...]
[Damage: 5 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 11 dmg]
[HP: 34/34] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff, MultiAx Torch Mode ]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
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Tentatively, Naethra took a few steps back. These monsters were tremendous... a solid hit would kill her under normal conditions, and here... it may do much worse. She made a very concerted effort not to look at the bag of flour that had been a person while she readied her focus and held the gleaming, glinting diamond.
A part of her was excited. This would be the first spell she'd ever actually cast. Another, much larger part of her was terrified that this would somehow blow up in her face. She channeled, projecting her will and her new, strange energy, fracturing and coalescing through the diamond in her fingers. She sends a glinting orb of thunder forward, colliding with the tremendous brute.
(Naethra casts Chromatic Orb at level 2, focusing the slightly injured ogre: 14 + 5 to hit, 4d8 damage: 7 + 2 + 6 + 5 = 20 Thunder Damage)
4 lvl 1 slots
1 lvl 2 slot
24/24 hp
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Durans might swing goes wide of the barn door sized target, but Naethra's thunder orb flys true with energy crackling all around the ogres as she starts to get flush with excitement and gives the plant kin girl a come hither stare....
(Retaria's turn)
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Oric:
I shudder at the hit, feeling the wave of pleasure shoot through me... Normally the pain of being hit discourages fighting, and makes only the heartiest individuals fight on the front lines. If I'm not careful I might find myself growing less cautious as I lose that instinctive fear of being hit.
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Damn, these two looked big. And tough. Very tough. Retiaria decided that putting one down as fast as possible would be the best plan, so she darted around the side of the ogre her friends had been focusing on, sweeping her trident in a low, cutting blow to the back of her heels. In a normal fight, that'd hamstring the bitch and she'd drop like a sack of rocks. Here, with the non-physically damaging weapons they were using she had no idea if it'd work. But even if not, a solid hit was always good.
[Trident: Hit: 8+4= 12
Damage: 6+4+6= 16
The ogre needs to pass a STR save DC 12 or go prone please.]
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The ogress moans out in pleasure, a sound nearly as bone shatteringly terrifying as if she had been screaming in rage.. Her moans promise a night a pleasure no man ever returns from.. She maintains her footing however and and turns bringing her massive club down on Retria.. The pleasure of being dominated by this large powerful woman shoots through her body.
(Retaria takes 13 points of damage
Gwen's turn)
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Retiaria cried out as the club bashed into her head, a wave of pure, orgasmic bliss pounding through her body from the spot she was struck. "Mmm, yes!" She staggered, nearly dropping her weapons before shaking her head and recovering her wits. "Damn, that was... fuck..."
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Gwyn moves in front of Retaria with the rapier drawn, taking a protective pose in front of the damaged Retaria and blocking the orge of doing any further damage to her.
The image of the fluffy tailed barmaid with a toothpick of a sword might not be the most frightening. But the offending orge that struck Red hears whispered in her ear. "fear her. run."
[Orge must make a WIS Save DC=13.]
[On SAVE take half damage from laughing at Gwyn's failure ]
[On FAIL take 3d6=13 psychic damage and run as far as its speed allows away from Gwyn]
Gywn gives a shout to Oric, "Need some help?"
[Gwyn gives Oric bardic Inspiration that can be added to attack or damage when attacking or AC when attacked]
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For just an eye blink, in the squirl's place is a savage wolf..And the ogress eyes go wide before she lets out long orgasmic cry and a flash of light dazzles every one a moment.. And the ogress is gone leaving behind a simple small wooden box with a curved lid.
THe other ogress growls, "You pay for that pretty girly! I chomp your bones!"
Oric's turn
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Oric:
I take up position in front of the Ogress and hit my shield trying to draw her attention, then place my shield hand over my crotch as if rubbing myself. I keep moving to block her if she tries to bypass me "Hey there sexy, your friend gave me a good taste, won't you give me a hit and let me finish?" I try to look sex addled, giving off the impression I'm close to giving in... I feel like it's a feeling I'm growing far to comfortable with. Regardless, I subtly focus on my holy symbol, beginning to prepare a healing spell for when I take the hit.
[Prepared Action for if I get hit: Cure Wounds at second level, 2d8+6hp to be rolled if it triggers]
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Gwyn chimes in with a smile and stance betraying the fierce look she just gave, "You think I'm pretty? Thanks!"
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"Aww, thanks babe! That's sweet of you!" Retiaria smiled as Gwen jumped in front of her. Her tail stroked along Gwen's thigh...
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Naethra saw the ogre vanish in a puff of light, leaving behind something like a box. Only when she exhaled did she realize she'd been holding her breath. Her heart thundered in her chest, and she cast nervous eyes towards the remaining ogre, then at her party-mates taking positions to defend against.
"Less flirting, more not-dying," she called out to them as she tried to plan her next move. The chromatic orb had worked better than she had hoped, but it had left her feeling drained. She'd have to be careful about throwing around spells like that. This whole actually being a sorceress thing may take some time to get used to... provided she wasn't squished into foodstuffs beforehand.
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"Why not both?" Retiaria laughed. Not dying was always good of course, but she was feeling extra flirty right now too...
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I take a deep breath, hoping the thing remains distracted long enough to not... well, pay attention to me, and hurl another globe of fire at it.
((13 to hit?))
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Gwyn let out a startled 'eep' at the tail creepingg up her leg.
"I can flirt and fight. Or at least just flirt. Although my tail isn't as functional as yours Red"
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"Oh! Uh... sorry..." Retiaria giggled, glancing down at her tail. "I'm just... really horny right now, y'know?"
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((you should always include the damage rolls with your attacks even if the roll is low in the case of very low AC monsters.. like this one.))
The fire bolt thuds into the ogress who isn't even slowed down as she trundles her way to Gwen swinging wildly, only to miss in her fury swinging massively wide of the squirlly girl.
(it is now Duran's turn))
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"I'm with Naethra here, less making it obvious you are aroused right now where an enemy can take advantage of knowing that!" Duran added as she watched the ogre go for it's attack. With a growl, the dragonborn wasn't ready to fail hitting it once more. She rushes right on after the large thing. "Hey, ugly! Don't you dare touch my friends again!" she called out as she heroically swings a.. more respectable attempt to take this monster down.
[Duran strikes at Ogress!]
[Hit: 10 + 5 + 1 = 16!]
[Damage: 1(1d8) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 7 slashing dmg]
[HP: 34/34] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff, MultiAx Torch Mode ]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
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"Hey, not like I can help it right now!" Retiaria snapped back. Even without her admitting it, her arousal was pretty clear, even to the most oblivious of people.
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The ogress is struck but doesn't seem very bothered yet..
(Naethra's turn)
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Naethra took a step back. That last orb had been phenominally effective, but the wizard, Lou, he'd been sticking to cantrips. Now that she had the ability to actually use spells like a real sorceress... should she? It had been easy to husband her resources before, since there was so little at her disposal in the first place. But now...
One ogre was gone. The other was off balance, and focused on Gwyn and Red. With only one, they could afford to take their time.
She reached for a simple evocation. Not nearly as effective as the one she had been using since her pact, but forged of her own magic.
(Naethra casts firebolt. 10 + 5 = 15 to hit, 1 fire damage.)
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The ogress is hit like the soft carress of a falling leaf...
Retaria's turn
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"Anyway, I guess I should... y'know, try and fight too. Hey, ya big bitch! I'm gonna jab that fat belly of yours!"
She thrust her trident at the ogre's stomach, pulling the blow at the last second and instead flicking the trident's blades up into her face as she looked down at the expected hit to her tummy.
[SD spent to feint, giving me advantage.
Hit: 1/18: 18+4= 22
Damage: 1+1+4= 6]
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the Ogress is scracted accross the face grining down at the little demmonette..
((Gwen's turn))
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Gwyn confidently lunges forward with her rapier, but trips a bit on Red's tail and misses the large forge.
(To hit 4+4=8)
(Damage that isn't happening 2+2=4)
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Oric:
I'm annoyed I wasn't able to keep the attention of the ogre, but now it has it's back to me and I intend to make it regret ignoring me. With both hands on my hammer I go for its leg once more "Just fall down!"
[19+3=22] and [d8(6)+1=7 damage]
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The ogress isn't slowed down yet by the blows that have rained down upon it simply bellowing her rage..
(lou's turn)
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Okay, so, my master said basic evocation could come in handy... I never REALLY believed him, it wasn't my area of interest... I'm now seeing the value of practice as I shape another small- honestly, embarrassingly small, mote of fire, and lob it at the thing's face. At least she's not mad at me yet.
((rolled a 7 to hit... seems bad. Still, it was a 1 for damage if it had hit...))
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The ogress harried on all sides turns trying to smash Oric into the ground her club missing the dwarf by a hairs margin as it thuds deeply into the ground.
(Duran's turn)
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"Okay that's a good point Red, sorry. I'll get you less aroused and more focused again as soon as we finish this." Duran assured as she tried to keep the Ogress surrounded, watching as it nearly hits Oric. "Just, you and Oric, be careful. Don't want either of you getting clobbered." Once she thinks she finds an opening, Duran makes a swing believing she has found a good opening to weaken the ogress. "Aha!"
[Duran cuts up the Ogress!]
[Hit: 11 + 5 + 1 = 17!]
[Damage: 8(1d8) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 14 slashing dmg]
[HP: 34/34] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff, MultiAx Torch Mode ]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
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Oric:
I smile up at the ogre, doing my best to not move at all as the club swings past "Come on then. stop trying to hit me and HIT ME!"
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Naethra was... getting used to combat. The thought was worrying.
This fight seemed to be going well. The ogre was harried to the point of carelessness, and already without its comrade. They were wearing down its defenses, and she was cognizant (and not terrified) enough to recognize the wizard was conserving his spells, using only simple evocations. That made sense... fight in hand, it'd be a good idea to save her mystic reserves for whatever comes next.
She reached for power. Something simple. A focused burst of eldritch energy, wrapped from wisps and whimsy and not tapping her inner reserve. She felt it kindle and spark between her verdant fingers, and with a gust of will flung it at the remaining ogre.
(Naethra casts flamebolt: 4 + 5 = 9 to hit, 7 fire damage it won't possibly do.)
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Durans blow clearly rattles the plump ogress as she winds up fire in her eyes for the dragon born now..
(retaria's turn)
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"Okay that's a good point Red, sorry. I'll get you less aroused and more focused again as soon as we finish this."
"Thanks, cutie. I'll let you lay your hands on me any time..."
She was a little distracted until the ogre moved, pulling back for a powerful blow against her friend. As the ogre pulled back her arm to punch, Retiaria's trident jabbed out to strike her in the underarm. In a normal fight that'd be a nasty blow, crippling and possibly even killing if it found the right spot. Here? Well, it should still get the big dumb lass nice and worked up.
[Hit: 12+4= 16
Damage: 1+2+2= 5]
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Gwyn was pleased with how the spell worked before and decided to try it again.
She took a couple steps closer to the ogre and glares. The orge hears a whisper in her ear. "How much do you want to end up like your friend?"
[Orge must make a WIS Save DC=13.]
[On SAVE take half damage from laughing at Gwyn's failure ]
[On FAIL take 3d6=10 psychic damage and run as far as its speed allows away from Gwyn]
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For another moment Gwen seems to stand taller slimmer, more regal with the vulpine countenance.. The ogress Begins to back away from you all face twisted into a look of fear, mixed with extraordary arousal.
Oric's turn
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Oric:
We've only been able to land shallow hits, and the longer things go the more chances the ogre will get to deal damage. Sometimes the best way to keep people healthy is to take out the thing trying to hurt them. I fill my holy symbol with power and launch a blast of divine energy.
[Guiding Bolt: d20+5+d6= 8+5+3= 16 to hit. damage 4d6 = 4+2+6+2 = 14 damage]
[Next attack on her gets advantage if I hit]
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The fearful ogress lets out a sudden exclamation of pleasure her juices dripping down, each drop hitting the ground and splashing into a golden coin as her body vanishes in a flash leaving behind a simple bag tied a the top with a string.
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Oric:
Satisfied, I saunter up to the bag, picking up and inspecting it. I try and determine if the ogre has become the bag, or simply been replaced by it, as I have taken on a certain policy for dealing with "fallen" enemies. "Is everyone okay?"
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Inside the bag is a collection of 24 gold coins and a single potion vial.
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"Did... did you just pervert a holy power?" Duran asked to Red before looking over, seeing Oric heroically smite the ogress with a powerful spell and leaving the creature nothing more then just a bag. "whew.. we um.. did it. And yeah, how are you guys? Red and of course you too Oric. Ya both took some good blows ya know."
[HP: 34/34] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff, MultiAx Torch Mode ]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
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"Whoo! Nice one, Oric! We. are. Badasses!" Retiaria laughed, letting out a celebratory whoop.
"whew.. we um.. did it. And yeah, how are you guys? Red and of course you too Oric. Ya both took some good blows ya know."
"Yeah, I could use some relief..."
"Did... did you just pervert a holy power?"
"Baby, I'll pervert anything you want me to." Retiaria replied with a saucy grin. "And probably a buncha stuff you'd rather I didn't..."
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Gwyn laughs at Red as she walks over and picks up the wooden box left behind from the orge she made go poof. "I don't know, I kinda like you this way."
Gwyn opens the box to see what's inside.
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Naethra smiled, despite herself. She was an actual sorceress. She'd used actual magic to cast actual spell s against an actual foe! And she hadn't even almost died in the process!
She favored Lou with an excited grin, or as near as she could come without opening her mouth.
It would be bad form to share her excitement over being what she'd been telling these people she was from the beginning, so she took a breath to steady herself and tried to assess the situation.
"That went well! Do you suppose they were with the gnoll? I rather suspect the townies would ha e told us if they knew she had a pair of ogres."
Oric and Gwyn were examining the loot (certainly cleaned than bodies, but that shimmer was still disconcerting), and Naethra turned her attention to the third object.
"Uhm... what do we do about that? Or her?" she asked, approaching the bag of flour that had been a fellow adventuress not minutes before.
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The box contains 30 golden coins and 3 potion vials.
The bag reads, "Hero meal, for the most epic of breads." there is small print, "contains no actual heroes, bones, or epicness"
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"I don't know, I kinda like you this way."
"Mmm, if we didn't have stuff to do I totally wouldn't mind working this out the fun way..."
"That went well! Do you suppose they were with the gnoll? I rather suspect the townies would ha e told us if they knew she had a pair of ogres."
Retiaria shrugged. "Dunno, but I guess that's not important any more."
"Uhm... what do we do about that? Or her?"
Retiaria shrugged. "Flour's for eating, but... that'd just be weird, it used to be a person. Maybe the villagers might have an antidote for her?"
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"Maybe one of the options could help the flour person, but I don't know what they are. Anyone better at magic that could figure them out?
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Oric:
I check the potion vial as I return to the gathered group. "I could use a quick... rest." I blush a bit, my thighs rubbing together as I try to fight back the arousal. "As for the bag, I think for now we take it with us, then give it to the townsfolk when we return. If we keep heading back to the town every time we find someone we increase the chances of running into more enemies."
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A quick inspection of the bag of flour, the leather pouch of coins, and the box reveal no lingering magical traces or reactions of any kind.
The potions are revealed to be two potions of calm thoughts (see also healing) and a single potion of accelerated metabolism.
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Oric:
I take a quick breather and pack away my portion of the gold and flour. After investigating them I discard the mundane box and bag. I take a drink of Gwenbrough, perhaps more than "A" drink but being a dwarf it's not entirely unexpected right? After recovering a bit I look to the rest of the group "Ready to go everyone?"
[spend 1 hit dice, regain d8+d6+5= 3+5+5= 13]
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during the break, Gwyn splits up the 30 GP giving everyone 5GP each.
She also sings a song of rest, recapping the fight, but leaning a bit heavy on how heroic she was. She milks her breasts filling up a few mugs of If Gwenbrau and passes them out, before getting something to drink for herself, water.
[If Gwenbrau is drunk during a short rest it restores 1 hp, plus 1 additional HP for every Hit Die the drinker spends.]
[Song of rest: Anyone gaining HP via a hit die also gain 1d6 HP]
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Pocketing the cash, Retiaria sat back and listened to Gwen's song, enjoying the rest. Her tail- and after a minute or so, hand- drifted between her legs while they relaxed.
As the mugs were handed out, she smiled up at Gwen. "Hey, mind if I take it straight from the tap instead?"
[Assuming she says yes, will edit if no.
1HD spent: 6+4= 10HP gained.]
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Gwyn smiles and nods. She pulls down her shirt so she can drink.
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Red's response only flusters the dragonborn more as she blushes a bit. She nods to Oric's suggestion to rest though truly not feeling even remotely tied yet. Course she didn't take a hit nor had to tap into her divine gift from Aircame yet. "Hmm, they could be working for the gnoll but maybe they just part of the forest like that green thing and the wolves?" Duran suggested to Naethra as she leans against a tree for the moment. Still when she heard that they will not return to town to fix the flour'ed hero did disappoint the dragonborn but the reasoning was too solid to complain about. If only she had more strength, she could perhaps just cure the person here on the spot?
"Well I'm ready when you guys are.. though.. guessing Red needs a bit more to drink." The dragon born says, eyeing Gwyn and Red quite curiously at this point.
[Gain GP! 52 -> 57 GP ]
[HP: 34/34] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff, MultiAx Torch Mode ]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
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"Mmm, thanks babe."
Retiaria took one of Gwen's nipples in her mouth and began sucking, playing with herself as she enjoyed the delicious beer. The manual relief combined with the Gwenbrau's healing properties soon had her feeling a lot better. Releasing the nipple, she licked up the last few drops, kissed it and said "Gods, you taste good."
((Just realised I forgot about the D6 from song of rest! Gaining an additional 4HP from that. I also forgot my con mod, so +1 = 5 extra in total.))
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I nod "This place is... thoroughly disorienting. That... seems very deliberate, honestly, which is terrifying... time to gather our thoughts and proceeding with /diligence/ and /care/ can only benefit us."
There. That should communicate my meaning that everyone is being crazy and reckless under the circumstances subtly. I meditate and recoup some of my arcane mojo.
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The group is unmolested during their short rest and are able to identify the magical properties of the potions they found.
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"Hmm... I think I should use that potion to finally slim down." She looks at her own wide belly as she looks at the metabolism potion. "Least then I won't be such a big looking target..."
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"Yeah, the speed boost would be pretty great for one of us, but that does not look comfortable. Go for it, I say."
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Oric:
I give Durans butt a squeeze as I hand her the potion "It's a shame to lose this lovely rear, but it can't be helped if you're not comfortable."
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"A more mobile paladin would be a more effective paladin," Naethra commented, "to be honest, I'm not really sure how you're able to keep moving with everything you have down there."
Unspoken, she wondered if the potion would make Duran a less effective meat-shield. Or if she should trust the potion to change her, even if it was supposed to undo a previous, handicapping change. She wondered if she's be so quick to drink something that advertised a return to flesh and blood.
She tried not to focus on Red and Gwyn's flirting, but when Lou spoke up she nodded in agreement. "Every minute we spend resting gives them more time to prepare an ambush, shore up defenses, or scout is out. We should try to keep moving."
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"It certainly would be nice to fit properly in my gear again.." Duran pointed out even as she gasps at the squeeze on her rear, blushing but taking the potion. She can't help but find it so embarrassing at this point to have everyone point out how big she got over trying one given treat. A lesson she learned but not well enough considering she drinks down the potion. Hoping for it to work as intended. "Mmnn ah... yeah. Once I can move again, I'll be able to stay in the front and keep you all safe."
Though in truth, she was just wishing to be a step closer to what she was before ending up in this dungeon. Maybe.. just maybe there's a gender changing potion coming up...
...a dragonborn can hope, right?
[Duran drinks the potion of metabolism]
[HP: 34/34] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode ]
Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
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Duran drinks the potion. It tastes like nothing so much as sparkling carrot juice..
It fizzes all the way down and Duran feels the warmth through her body.
Everyone else can see Duran's body start to slim down, it's almost as disturbing to watch the Dragon Born's body grow thinner, her curves narrowing somewhat, although she does still seem to be blessed with egg laying hips.
The part of her that changes least however is her chest. Her bounty now extends far enough from her body to put her belly in shade.
Duran then becomes ravenously hungry.
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The dragonborn enjoyed the taste but felt a strong warmth. She shivered, feeling her body change and weight being lifted. It worked! For the most part with her hips still being fairly wide and her chest still being large but it was definitely a change in the right direction. The armor feeling bit looser in places but alas still tight among those spots that the potion didn't fix. Still Duran felt rather satisfied by the results made.
"I.... I feel..... hungry! Ugh! So... dang hungry! It's like I hadn't had a bite in days!" Her hand placed on her starving small belly as she opened up her bag. Pulling out and wolfing down a ration without a second thought. Helping to steer her sudden intense hunger.
[HP:28/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode ]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
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Duran bodies a ration with the speed of a starving woman. Soon not even crumbs remain bu Duran is able to think past the hunger and act normally.
The forest still awaits the sun moves overhead. Who knows what might lurk in these woods at night..
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Oric:
With a bit of a sad sigh at Durans new form I gather all my equipment "Okay everyone, lets get moving."
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Gwyn hands Duran a paint of her beer. "Have some liquid bread as well. Made it myself. How are you feeling?"
Gwyn collects herself and starts to walk with the group into the woods. "Oric is right. Let's get moving."
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Duran didn't take a second thought before downing the drink to go with the ration she devoured. "Whew! I feel light as a feather! Even if that's still obviously not true." She says, getting up after finishing the ration and drink. "But yeah, I'm agreeing with you both, I wanna move forward now too."
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Retiaria watched in slightly disturbed fascination as the potion took effect and the pounds just melted off of Duran's frame. "Whoa." she said when it was over. "That looked freakin' weird. You f-"
She was interrupted by Duran tearing open a ration and wolfing it down. Fair play. Hunger was one of the side effects, apparently. Once Duran's hunger was sated, Retiaria grabbed her gear and nodded. "Yep. The rest did me good, but now that's all done with we should keep moving."
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Naethra stated at her teammate's change. This transformation was one of the least extreme she had witnessed, but it seemed more disturbing, perhaps for its lack of surrealness.
"I'm not sure I like the idea of setting up camp, or a fire, out here. We should keep moving so long as we have light left. And, I guess, hope we find a shack or a cave that's not hostile or already occupied... okay, that didn't sound so surgically stupid in my head. DO we actually have a plan for how we're going to survive the night?"
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Oric:
"It's not that late, and the goblin base shouldn't be that far away. Most of us have dark vision so invading at night shouldn't be a problem. Once we're inside we can find a room with only one entrance and set up camp there." I start to walk, encouraging others to follow. We can walk and talk at the same time, so no point wasting time standing around.
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"Adventure ahead!" Gwyn smiled heading into the foods with the group looking forward to gathering more stories from experience. But she was getting a little self conscious. If she wasn't careful about the beer, she'd be in the same situation Duran as in, and there isn't a potion that is going to help her out of it. Not to mention she was looking completely different. Not even the same as a day ago. The tail and teeth where just as noticable as the rest of her. Are the buck teeth going to give her a lisp??
"Testing, testing? hello. Sally sold seashells." She spoke aloud.
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Heading through the woods, the group soon comes across a small bit of stream. You can easily hop one side to the other with out effort. Following the stream for lack of any better direction the group hears the sounds of people up ahead..
Raised voices arguing.
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"Who'd want to buy seashells?" Retiaria asked, confused.
...
Shortly after crossing a stream, voices could be heard up ahead. Retiaria stopped, trying to make out what they were saying.
[Perception 11+1= 12]
"Maybe we should try sneaking up on them this time..." she whispered.
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"Sally." I answer. "It's just a statement with a lot of 's' soundth. Just checking if I had a lisp form these teeth."
Gwyn was ready to run into action upon hearing the voices ahead. She sighed at Red's common sense advice, "fine"
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"What's a seashell? If it's pretty enough I might buy one..." Duran added as they walked forward.
~~~
Moments later when they hear the voice, Duran paused as well, trying to listen in. "Maybe they are fellow adventurers?" The dragonborn hoped as she tried to catch on what was bieng said by the voices.
[Perception: 19 + 0 = 19 ]
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The hope that these are fellow adventures is short lived as creeping up a group can be seen. There are three of the Timberlake humanoids.. gnolls... they have a dozen goblins with , but they do not seem to be wearing the crystal pendants that gave the others unnatural skill.
"Why do I have to fetch the water? Make one of the greenies do it."
"You'll do it because your weak, your magic is pathetic and you know if you challenge me I'll wear you home and the queen won't do a thing."
The two gnolls stare at each other for a time before one blinks turns her head aside and grabs a bucket headed away from the group towards the stream.
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"Wait 'til she's gone for the water, then we ambush 'em, yeah?" Retiaria whispered, trying to stay quiet and out of sight until the moment was right to strike.
[Stealth 11+2= 13]
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Oric:
I nod in agreement, sating a bit further back and relying on Retiaria to give the go ahead.
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"What?!" Naethra panic-whispered. There's over a dozen of them there! We were almost defeated by just three goblins yesterday!"
Despite her emotive (but very quiet) complaints she readied herself. They were too close. Remembering how the group's last shot at ambush went they probably couldn't sneak away. And they probably couldn't outrun this lot either, even with a slimmer Duran...
"Maeve's tits" Naethra swore, in Sylvan, under her breath.
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Duran tried to stay quiet and look to Naethra. "I do bit worry too about the numbers but none of the goblins have those pendents we been collecting. They might not be as dangerous as the ones we faced so far... still it's the wolf girls.. gnolls right?.. that I worry bout too. I'll ready up a blessed boon when the fight begins. Would do it now but the light will certainly give us away." The dragonborn did try her best to think this though. The numbers are sorely against them but the same was felt when they encountered the kobolds yet they stood mostly tall after that. Save for... losing a few things.
[HP:28/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode ]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
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"If it helps, when the weak one leaves I could go in 'undercover' and....naw, yet's just strike."
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The lone gnoll moves away from the group down to the stream and starts to fill her bucket grumbling under her breath.
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Oric:
[initiative: 13-1=12]
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Retiaria waited until she was sure the second gnoll was gone. Once she could no longer hear the water-fetching gnoll's movement, she crept up as close to the enemy group as she dared. One deep breath. Two. She took a sequinned glove from her pouch, kissed it, then tucked it away again. One final bit of preparation- with a muttered incantation, she made herself just that little bit more impressive.
Then she attacked. Springing out from the trees, she combat-rolled past a surprised goblin, coming to her feet straight in front of the gnoll, with her trident slashing at the gnoll's legs as she rose. She faced them with a psychotic, triumphant grin and yelled "What's up, bitches?!"
Her eyes were glowing red, flames flickering within them.
[Hit: 18+4= 22
Damage: 6+4+SD:2= 12
SD: trip attack. STR save DC 12 please, on a fail the gnoll is prone.
Initiative: 2+2=4]
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The party should now roll for initiative
The Gnoll that gets a Spear to the gut howls in frustration but keeps her feet..
The other gnoll flexes her claws lightning crackling along them..
The goblins all go for their swords.
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Red rushed in. No time for games. Time for battle!
[Initiative: 14 - 1 =13]
[HP:28/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode ]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
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Intit = 14+3 = 17
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"What the..."
Naethra hesitated. This was a terrible idea. No conerted ambush, no coordination, Red just jumped into the heart of a much bigger force.
She wondered if she should run. If this battle was hopeless, now would be the best time to make a dash for it. But... no, no, alone she'd just be run down. She readied herself, but that hesitation cost her time.
(Initiative = 5)
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There is a moment of stillness before the battle is joined as literally everyone recovers from the shock of the Teifling's assault.
The gnoll manages to keep her footing however.
(Gwyn/Lou's turn)
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I sputter "B-but... why??" It's not a whine. Not really. and if it is it's completely justified. How to deal with all these goblins? I only know one spell that can effect this many people at once, and it's designed to get things /away/ from me. To use it, I'd have to run in, getting them CLOSE to me first and that seems a keenly uninspired idea. Pulling on a bit more of the knowledge I've gained from observing this place, I enchant myself, appearing a less appealing target- yes, this is good, I know what I'm doing, none of this is too strange. I imbue myself with magic and allow it to shift my flesh, making me masculine and intimidating, muscular and brave! It... doesn't actually make me much better at fighting, unfortunately, but with fewer... novel distractions maybe I can come up with a better plan, and if I look less... supple, I figure I can dissuade some aggression.
((casting alter self))
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Gwyn figured this might be the best time to try this. She can take as many goblins out of the fight as possible, without endangering her team since MOST of them were a bit farther away yet.
She centered the spell on the middle of the batch of Goblins and sang of bit of a lullaby.
Then tells the group, "Any of them that drop are going to be out for a minute, unless someone hits them or wakes them up."
[SLEEP - 7d8=39 HP]
[ Creatures within 20 feet of a point you choose within range are affected in ascending order of their current hit points (ignoring unconscious creatures).
Starting with the creature that has the lowest current hit points, each creature affected by this spell falls unconscious until the spell ends, the sleeper takes damage, or someone uses an action to shake or slap the sleeper awake. Subtract each creature's hit points from the total before moving on to the creature with the next lowest hit points. A creature's hit points must be equal to or less than the remaining total for that creature to be affected.]
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Gwens's lullaby causes fully half the goblins to slump over and directly into a sleep. (six goblins sleeping!)
The gnoll Retaira just spiked looks at her with fury and contempt.. "Your not the first.. on your knees worm.." She then backhand slaps the Teifling.
(Retaria takes 5 damage and must make a Charisma save)
(Duran's turn)
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The dragonborn blinked, having not expected Red to rush out so soon. But the girl still hit true and hard while Gwyn responded quickly to lure half the goblins into a deep sleep. That'll aid in the odds for sure. However seeing Retaria got slapped made the dragonborn realize she needs to act and she needs to act now. Moving forward to get closer, the dragonborn starts to wave a spell in the air. "Don't you dare listen to this fiend, Red! In Aircame's name, grant us Yazgash's unflinching blows, and steel mind and body." Calling about the god's blessing, she empowers Red, herself, and Oric in the hopes they can strike true and hard.
[Duran casts Bless!
On Red, Duran, and Oric!]
[Bless: Range 30 ft, Concentration for one minute, You bless up to three creatures of your choice within range. Whenever a target makes an attack roll or a saving throw before the spell ends, the target can roll a d4 and add the number rolled to the attack roll or saving throw. ]
[HP:28/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 2/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode 1 Minute Concentration - Bless]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
Bless - When you attack or roll a saving throw, you may add a d4 to the die roll.
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[Charisma save: 1+1= 2]
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Red is filled with a sense of self doubt and shudders at how she could have been so disrespectful to these great gnolls. She falls to her knees and must struggle to overcome the sense of rightness to fight them.
Lou feels her body warp twist and grow filling out to impressive masculine proportions.
[Red takes 1d6 damage at the start of each of her turns till she makes a successful save. Additionally while kneeling she has disadvantage on attack rolls.]
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"Y...yes Mistress..." Retiaria whimpered, falling to her knees. What was she doing?
((What's the save DC? Just so I know for when my turn comes up...))
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Oric:
I look to the two gnolls, trying to stand as tall as a dwarf can "Fuck those goblins." I say, pointing to the goblins that are still awake, attempting to pick out the horniest looking ones most likely to take advantage of the gnolls. "Don't worry goblins, they won't remember it afterwards, so enjoy them while you can."
[Casting command with a level 2 slot on both gnolls, the commanding word is fuck, with the word goblins being more informative than magical. They must make a DC13 wisdom saving throw or obey the command.]
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The spell and the profanity both burst forth.. one gnoll seems unamused, the other pulls a goblin to her and sits right on the poor greenies face.. She then smiles and gives Red a look pointing downward.. a clear indicator what she thinks you should be doing yoru time while kneeling.
The other gnoll looks at this situation and frowns.. then flicks a pebble at oric who must make a wisdom save.
(Red, DC 12, auto fail first round because.. with a roll like that you must be into this. Her gesture for you to lick her out doesn't actually carry any command to it, she just wants you to.)
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Oric:
[rolls a 9+3=12]
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Oric feels the pebble bounce off her forehead, but when she catches it in her hand.. it's a single corn grain.. that she pops into her mouth without a moments thought about it..
Then she lets out a squawk as her body shifts.. her arms turn into wings as she shrinks another foot in height and fluffs out full of white feathers... Oric has become a plump chicken girl!
(At the start of each turn, Oric must make a DC 13 wisdom save.. If successful she fights back the transformation and may act normally for the turn. If she fails the save she spends the full turn laying an egg.)
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Oric:
I shudder as the change washes over me. My posture shifts, ticking out my ass and breasts. The feathers growing in do a good job of concealing my increasing weight, making me look extra fluffy. I let out a startled bawk as my beak grows in, useless wings flailing for a moment before the mental changes take hold. I settle down as the simplicity of a pet chicken takes hold, my stomach swelling as I kneel down. With a series of happy and horny bawks I wiggle my ass, pushing out the first of what I imagine will be many eggs.
[save 3+3 = 6. I can just copy paste this later if I don't need it now.]
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"Um...this isn't going well here. Naethra, please do something good."
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"Y-yes..."
Unquestioning, unthinking, Retiaria bent down to the gnoll's sex, enthusiastically licking away at her new mistress.
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Naethra rather regretted not running when she had the chance. Instead, she searched her mind, trying to figure out if she knew a spell that could help. She frowned when she realized her old Fae Presence trick might have worked here, but that was gone forever.
Instead, standing near the tree line, she raised her glinting gem and pointed it at the gnoll that had so affected Red and Oric. She whispered the mantra to herself, focusing her power, and unleashed a prismatic orb of scintillating magic aimed at the thing's chest.
(4 + 5 = 9 to hit... and on the unlikely chance that actually works, 4d8 lightning damage = 6 + 1 + 3 + 1 = 11 damage that absolutely is not happening.)
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Gwyn sighed watching a bit of electricity flicker, and starting to worry a bit.
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The remaining five goblins charge their attackers. Duran is struck, they ignore the clucking hen but attack the bard.. three attack her... and all miss.. lastly Naethra is also struck.
(Duran and Naethra each take five damage)
Retaria continues to worship the gnoll. It is now Retaria's turn
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[Save: Autofail.
Damage: D6= 6. 14HP remaining.]
Burning with shame, Retiaria committed herself to pleasuring the gnoll she'd had the insolence to attack. How could she even think about disrespecting someone so powerful, so superior All she could do was use her tongue to try and make it up to her new mistress, to pleasure her as much as poss-
Wait, what in fuck was she thinking? She was Retiaria, a champion of the arena! No one's servant, not any more! This bitch was just screwing with her head! Despite knowing this though, she still felt wrong for attacking her. But she had to try. One last, long lick to the gnoll's clit, then Retiaria opened her jaw wide and sank her teeth into the delicate flesh before her.
[Hit: 11/14+4= 15
Damage: 1+2= 3]
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The Gnoll howls in pain...
Retaria hears sound someplace behind her ears.. 'tsk tsk'
She feelings a new tingling in her face..Her mouth opens.. stays that way... Playing with her tongue she feels her lips and teeth as soft.. yielding things and her mouth itself stuck in some sort of O shape..
Now it is Gwen and Lou's turns
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"Um, Red??? Are you ok?" I ask while focusing on the goblins trying to attack me. The fluffy tail must make it harder to hit me and not fur.
Gwyn effortlessly slides her rapier into one of the offending Goblins getting her hopes up that she might be able to help the others.
(NAT 20!)
(Damage 3+7+2=12)
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Gwen's blade slides easily into goblin that blinks for a moment and vanishes in a puff of pink smoke.
Lou's turn
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"Wait no, shi-!" Retiaria was able to exclaim between hearing the voice in her head and her mouth starting to tingle. She let out a wordless sound of horror as her mouth was forced open. When the changed were done, she tried closing her mouth. It was difficult, but she could just about do it. Then it immediately sprang back open. She could feel her teeth with her tongue. They were soft, yielding. It felt... bizarre. She hadn't thought about any punishment when she bit the gnoll, it had just been an instinctive reaction. And now she was stuck with the result.
"Oh hur huch hape..."
Blinking back tears, she tried to focus on the fight, on the gnoll in front of her, on anything other than what had just happened to her! She must look ridiculous...
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The blows come pouring in, small but pleasurable, feeling quite good but Duran had to keep her focus. She can't let these feelings break her need to focus Aircame's will into her friend's! She shakes her head, steels herself and manages to keep her head in the game!
[Concentration Save: 11 + 2 + 1 = 14, Bless still up!]
[HP:23/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 2/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode 1 Minute Concentration - Bless]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
Bless - When you attack or roll a saving throw, you may add a d4 to the die roll.
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I... woo, that feels GREAT!
I'm not sure why I didn't do this sooner to be honest. Not only do I no longer feel... delicate and, well, feminine, but I feel downright sturdy! Not something I've had a lot of experience with, my life having mostly to do with reading books, but it does feel good.
What's more, now these creatures seem to be committed, and positioning myself for tactical advantage no longer seems quite so suicidal. I stride forward on my long legs, positioning myself between the two clumps of the fray- the goblins attacking the bard and the gnolls being... lewd, and bellow a deep-voiced incantation, bringing my broad, knuckley hands together with a thunderous BOOM, sending a shockwave out in all directions to clear up the rabble.
((each creature within 15 feet of me makes a DC 13 constitution saving throw, in a fail they are pushed 10 feet away from me and take 2d8 = 1+3 damage (I cannot roll damage >_< ever). On a success they take half damage and aren't pushed))
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(Gwyn's save - Con 2+2=4)
Gwyn winces in pain and tries to dig into the ground to keep her footing, but is she's pushed back 10 feet away from Lou.
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Goblins go flying like nine pins as Lou's magic takes effect. The gnoll stands up with fury in her eyes as she throws off the last of Oric's command.
(it is now Duran's turn)
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Was there a breeze or something? Retiaria barely noticed, too focused as she was on her newly changed mouth.
[Save: 20+3+1= 24= yes
HP: 13]
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Duran watched the goblins go flying from muscular Lou's boom but it's not quite enough to keep the goblins out. The dragoborn however was ready, holding her breathe in, she was able to line up three of the gobbos in her sight. With a gasp she unleashes a wave of the pinkish flame upon them. Hoping to finish what Lou has started!
[Breath of Pink Fire on Three Goblins: 5 by 30 ft. Line (Dex Save - Saving DC:12)
Failed: 6 + 4 = 10 Damage, Success: Half Damage]
[HP:23/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 2/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode. 1 Minute Concentration - Bless. All Fire'd Out!]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
Bless - When you attack or roll a saving throw, you may add a d4 to the die roll.
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The pink fire washes out over the goblins.. There is the sound of orgasmic moans and when the flames fade the three goblins are no where to be seen.
Oric lays an egg something the clucking girl seems oddly proud of..
The other gnoll looks at the fire breathing dragon and snaps her fingers running her hands through the air.. But Duran feels the movements of those hands on her skin arousing her instantly as she is teased through her clothes from across the clearing..
(Duran takes 13 damage)
it is now Naethra's turn.
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The dragon wannabe grins as the fire makes work over those goblins she hit only to give agasp. She blinks, looking around and moaning as hands seem to roam over her body but not a single in sight. She shiver,s gasping, it felt so good but she manages to keep her focus. They need Yaz's blessing to keep standing. Just have to hope Oric and Red get up and fight soon.
"Ahh.. Feeling.. too damn good..."
[Concentration Check: 11 + 2 + 2 = 15. Pass]
[HP:10/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 2/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode. 1 Minute Concentration - Bless. All Fire'd Out!]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
Bless - When you attack or roll a saving throw, you may add a d4 to the die roll.
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Martha winced under the aphrodesiac blows of the goblins, but she's faced worse. It wasn't really bad until the yearning list started to overshadow her anxiety and doubts about a fight.
Lou and Duran were making progress, but she couldn't think of any spells that would directly reduce the hoard, and she's blown her best magic already.
Grimacing, she lifted her hands and tried to recall her old far magic, the borrowed spells she's been using before today. Most were gone along with her pact, but she still remembered one...
"Burn in the flames of creation!" she howled in Sylvan, hoping it sounded effectively intimidating as she cast Faerie Fire. She tried to angle the spell, prioritizing the still healthy gnoll but trying to affect as many does as possible... and if some panic for a bit before realizing her magical fire doesn't actually hurt, then so much the better.
(Casting Faerie Fire. Intimidate roll: 6 + 3 = 9)
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Oric:
I manage to regain some of my senses, realizing the flow of the battle isn't looking great I decide to focus on supporting my allies. I hunker down, continuing to "pretend" to still be a chicken while preparing to cast healing word when I see somebody in really rough shape. I wiggle my ass atop that egg, feeling strangely satisfied as I slowly grind my snatch on it. All part of my act of course. As is the subtle clucking.
[11+3=14 to save, just barely not a chicken.]
[immediately casting on Duran at this point, though my post is actually up there where my turn was]
I muster my divine power and let out my healing word to restore Duran to health [d4+6=4+6=10]. As I do I let out a series of adorable clucks and bawks. Well, it seems ot have worked at least. With that done I re-focus on what's really important: sitting on this egg.
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Duran feels instantly better more in control..
The goblins and one gnoll, the one in front of Retaria find themselves outlined in flames..
The goblins rush back in.
Lou is struck once takeing 5 damage,
Gwen is struck for five
and Duran takes five damage.
It is now Retria's turn.
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[Cha save: 15+1+1. Pass!]
"Huh you, you ich! Geh ah oh hy heh!" Retiaria snarled, twirling her trident as she sprang to her feet. With an angry yell, she thrust it at the gnoll's still-exposed crotch.
[Hit: 20+4= crit, woo!
Damage: 1+6+4= 11]
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"Yes! Go Red! Next time hit her even harder!" Gwyn shouts feeling some momentum building and giving Red Bardic Inspiration!
She takes another swing at another goblin attacking her. Hoping for it to land.
(Attack (8 or 5)+4=12)
(Damage 2+2=4)
(Thanks Ordos! :) )
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((Remember, you have advantage on attack rolls against anything hit with the Faerie Fire!))
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As red thrusts into the gnoll she lets out another howl as she vanishes into a puff of golden smoke, and a single golden key rests on the end of the trident.
The goblin is stabbed and vanishes away.
(it is Lou's turn)
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Twirling the key on the end of her trident, Retiaria flipped it round and caught it. "Hame, I ahs hohim o mahe her my bich." She grinned over at the other gnoll. "How aout oou, cuhie? On your neeh, ah we cah hah home huh..."
Then she grimaced, annoyed at her inability to form coherent words with this stupid mouth.
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That... that was distracting alright!
Need to focus! The goblins are gathering in close again. I grit my teeth and taunt "Clearly you didn't hear me the first time!" and bring my hands together again in a thunderous boom.
((2d8 = 10 damage. Con Saving throw of 13 to take half damage, otherwise get thrown 10 feet))
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The healing couldn't have came at a better time. A sweet relief that kept Duran from slipping under. Unfortunately the goblins go for another attack that Duran can't completely block against, getting another hit she pants as she tries to stay focused.
[Concentration Check: 6 + 2 + 2 = 10. Need Alice to confirm if it passes]
[HP:15/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 2/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode. 1 Minute Concentration - Bless. All Fire'd Out!]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
Bless - When you attack or roll a saving throw, you may add a d4 to the die roll.
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The thunderous clap causes the goblins vanish into little motes of light as it washes over the clearing..
the other gnoll is thrown backwards..
(Duran's turn)
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With the goblins dealt with thanks to an encore from Lou the dragon born smiled. "Nice! Now to deal with the remaining leader." Her eyes shift to the gnoll and while Oric's healing gave her relief, she knew it would be risky to rush in against the dangerous beast. Still, if she hesitates, the gnoll might attack one of her friends again or do worse then turning them into chickens for a short moment. Not wanting to find out, the dragonborn rushed forward and called out to the gnoll."Hey! It's time you face punishment for all the innocents you've harmed!" She didn't just plan to strike, but also desired to take focus away from her team.
The ax comes down as the dragonborn tries to hit an opening. Even if she missed, so long as the gnoll didn't attack one of her friends, it would be worth the attempt. But... if the strike hits true Duran would focus on the light from within her, sending it out though the ax to try to deliver a mighty holy filled blow. Though it too may be tainted by the mysterious pearls that haunt everyone's weapons. It wouldn't deter her as she calls out when the strike hits: "Face Aircame's Wraith!"
[Duran unleashes justice on Gnoll!]
[Hit: 10 + 5 + 2(d4) + 1= 18!]
[Damage: 8(1d8) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 14 slashing dmg]
[Smite Damage: 7 + 5 = 12 radiant dmg]
[Divine Smite: When Duran hits a creature with a melee weapon attack, Duran can spend a spell slot to deal radiant damage to the target in addition to the weapon's damage. Bonus damage is 2d8 for 1st Level spell slot.]
[HP:15/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 1/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode. 1 Minute Concentration - Bless. All Fire'd Out!]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration
Bless - When you attack or roll a saving throw, you may add a d4 to the die roll.
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Duran's blow rocks the gnoll back on her heels. She gasps a moment before vanishing in golden light A large locked boxed where she stood moments before.
No other enemies remain to be seen. As the of them vanish Orics body returns to normal leaving her with an egg on the ground.
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Gwyn watches the baddies vanish, "The bodies disappearing into gifts is nice. I appreciate the easy clean up."
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Oric:
I let out one final bawk as I turn back, looking around in a slight daze. Once I'm back to my senses I look down at the egg, feeling a little conflicted. I could just leave it here, but that feels wrong somehow. I could take it with me and just... hold on to it, but it's not like it'll ever hatch or anything, it will just spoil after a while. Eating it might be an option, but there's the risk of some weird magic being in it, plus eating something that came out of me seems... odd.
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"The bodies disappearing into gifts is nice. I appreciate the easy clean up."
"Yeh, I ewweh hah oo cree uh huh hodieh ih eeh aweuh." Retiaria grimaced. "Aah, ih huhhih ouh!"
Frustrated, she kicked at the ground before angrily stalking over to the fallen gnoll's box and trying her key on it.
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I grin broadly and stretch, walking back over to the group. Their... generous curves are now less awkward to appreciate, though admittedly it's still not a good time. "We have spoils?" I ask, looking at the box and flexing... just a little "Fortuitous. Is... it may be wise to take this moment to rest. A moment, or perhaps longer... it's frustrating that none of these stays around long enough to prove a source of information, but continuing to charge blindly into enemy territory. I am no military tactician, but I am confident on this point nonetheless."
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Duran panted as she watched the gnoll vanish into golden light. "It.. ha.. it worked!" She said with a grin smiling at first upon eyeing the golden box, she soon frown though when she heard red's confusing mumbling, realizing the girl's face is still twisted by strange magic. Odd, Oric's already back to normal from being a chicken. "Th.. there has to be some way we can fix this." The dragonborn said with a pout but her mind draws a blank at the moment.
As she pondered what to do, Duran overheard Lou talk of how annoying it is they can't take prisoners. She nodded to that truth as with no chance to keep them alive also meant no chance to talk to them or perhaps save them from their own wicked ways. Still thinking bout this made Duran gasp upon realization. "Wait... we can't rest yet. What about that other gnoll who walked off a bit ago?"
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The box cracks open at the key revealing..a significant horde!
coins and gems that add up to 500 gp.
A wand with a motif of spiders webs and fangs..
A small brown bag with several oddly shaped objects inside.
As you look over your loot the last gnoll makes her appearance.. standing with a shocked look on her face and water bucket in hands.
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Oric:
I immediately look to her and point, trying to startle her into listening "Sit!"
If she starts to run or doesn't listen I prepare to cast command on her.
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The lack of bodies still unnerved Naethra. As much as she disliked corpses, she found this vanishing act... unnerving.
"I'd guess it happens when they're not real enough anymore. Spending time here, being affected by this magic, bit by bit you would be, well, less of what you were before, a being of Escain, and more a thing of this place. Half the creatures we've faced were probably people once. I wonder if we'd leave corpses or just... poof away."
She turned her attention to the haul and Red's new change. "We really could use someone to interrogate. We're stumbling around blind right now. And good idea, Red, but I can't help but think it would have worked better on a male." Before she could muse on the condition the last gnoll appeared.
(I'm not 100 % sure if it works this way, but I'd like for Naethra to grab the wand from the hoard and use it on the gnoll. She'd guess it's a webbing wand and she remembers the dancer that escaped yesterday,cans is keen not to repeat it. But I don't know what I'd have to roll to do that.)
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((It is an arcana roll to figure out how to use a magic item on the fly))
You swiftly grab the wand as the rest of the group looks up from the horde..
She makes a whimpering sound.. "I...I surrender.. please don't banish me!!!"
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"Well, that worked well." Gwyn comments looking at the gnoll. "Well listen to the dwarf and have a seat. I want you to tell us about the queen. How can we get to her?
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(Because I am committed to bad ideas: 7 + 2 not modifier + 2 from arcana being a tagged skill = 11)
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Naethra wiggles the magic stick around.. Nothing much happens but her looking silly..
The gnoll however meekly sits at the what was once their campfire. "She's.. really powerful.. She rules this entire area holding down others with an iron paw.. " She shudders, "I...I'm about her least favorite subject."
She ponders, "Well.. even if you could fight her entire army of gnolls, there is still getting past her fortress walls.." She takes a deep breath, "If my magic wasn't useless I'd have brought you to her and gotten glory and honor.. As it is.. No one here can beat her. Her position is too good.. Unless you plan to somehow sneak those.."She points to the the dwarf and the Dragonborn "Through her gates without anyone noticing somehow."
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"But you still want Glory and Honor. You can bring us in through the gates right to her. She praises you. We get rid of the queen. EVERYONE then praises you. It's a win-Win-WIN"
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Curiously, I reach for the spidery wand, trying to take it from Naertha and analyze it myself. ((my roll totaled a 12... yay.))
"Magic seems so much more common here than anywhere else I've ever heard of..." It takes me several moments to realize that we have obtained a prisoner just like I had described. Hoping to strike a different tone, I take hold of the magic I am weaving about myself and alter it, taking on gnollish features- still masculine, and approach. Maybe that'll make her less skittish and more willing to help. "Can you describe for me precisely how she manages to keep everyone under her paw?"
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The wand continues to stubbornly do nothing as you mess with it.
She holds up her hands, "She's a strong fighter and a powerful magic user... The rest of us are divided into two. We are either fighters or magic users.. and... my magic is pathetic..and since she's the alpha.. we all crawl on our bellies for her."
She looks at Gwyn.. "No one is ever going to believe I overpowered you.. My magic doesn't even work if you resist it."
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"What if it was you and the other 2 gnolls? Two of us can change our appearances. We can stand in as them. A powerful trio taking out a bunch of newbs."
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Oric:
I huff a bit at her earlier comment "I assure you I will not be a problem when sneaking in." but her comment about her magic causes me look at her curiously "What exactly is your magic? Magic that can only work on willing targets is quite rare."
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"Th.. there has to be some way we can fix this."
"Heahe." Retiaria nodded.
Her eyes lit up when she saw the loot inside, but she immediately snapped it shut when the third gnoll appeared. Shoving the box into her satchel, she squared up ready to fight. Thankfully she surrendered, and she opened the box again.
She frowned when the gnoll prisoner said they'd have to sneak Duran and Oric in but didn't seem to include her or any of the others. Did the queen have something against dwarves and dragonborn? Then she realised- both had divine magic, maybe that was it. She would have liked to confirm that theory, but with her mouth as it was she doubted she could make herself understood. Still, she did have one demand.
"Ey! Oo hoh hih mahih, uh oo wehheh hy ah hih ay hahe."
She pointed to her distorted face with an angry frown to try and emphasise what she meant.
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She looks at Gwyn, "You can... alter your bodies, duplicate their scents, and assume their mannerisms?... Ok.. Maybe you do have a shot at a frontal assault."
She looks at Oric, "I'm a mutant. My magic should be powerful. I'm a transmuter you see. But..almost every living thing I try to make comes out.... Very wrong.." I shake my head, "I tried to enhance a goblin... She ended up with her mouth where her ass was supposed to be.." She giggles, "I can do objects just great though.. I even enchanted a few chocolate drops I left in the town, but since my magic is so weak basic anti venom undid them.." She shrugs..
She looks at Retaria, "I can try to do something about your face... but.. like I said.. I'm not very good."
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Retiaria's eyebrow rose. "Huh ouh weh huh ahh shu we? Uhh..." She paused, obviously conflicted- on the one hand this was infuriating, but on the other this bitch might make it worse. "Ah oo hahe ih ah if ih coeh wom?"
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Gwyn takes a seat on a nearby stump and looks to the Gnoll, "it's ok. I suspected my magic couldn't pull it off either. What's your name? Maybe you can come with us? Help us. They didn't seem to care about you, but to us, you're important. You can be a part of the team. Enchanting an object is really cool."
"Say, do you know if there are any outposts outside the main queens lair/castle?"
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She smiles, "My name is Eve." She touches Retria's face as small sparks of magic start to fly.. "I'll try.. I promise not to put it on your ass anyway.."
as Red permits the magic her lips start to tingle and soften.. the stiffness in them relaxes.. "I.. just did the minimum I could.." Reds lips still feel artificial, sensitive, and soft, but now have the mobility to speak mostly naturally.. her teeth however feel.. oddly hinged.. from the rear they feel fine smooth against her tongue.. but from the front.. they fold away without any resistance.
"There you go.." She gives a little faint giggle, "If I thought I was smart enough I might have tried to trick you all into accepting my magic and gone back with a whole pocket full of adventurers."
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Retiaria nodded, nervously holding still as Eve cast her magic. It felt strange, though nowhere near as weird as the original transformation. Then it was done. She could close her mouth once more. "Oh thank fuck for that! Not being able to speak right was driving me crazy, thank you!" She impulsively gave Eve a quick hug.
Running her tongue across her lips, she noticed they still didn't feel right- but at least she had a working mouth now. It did come as a surprise when she folded one of her teeth over, though.
"There you go.. If I thought I was smart enough I might have tried to trick you all into accepting my magic and gone back with a whole pocket full of adventurers."
"Well, I was the only one who actually wanted something changed so good luck with that either way." Retiaria sighed, looking over at her companions. "man, that was dumb of me wasn't it?"
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She shakes her head, "What would I do with five people right next to me.." She blushes as she is hugged relaxing against the Tiefling a bit.
"As for outposts.. nothing really.. She mostly relies on the towns people, and shakes them down.." She pauses.. "huh.. you know what.. I've never thought about it, but we don't have any kind of useful economy or ecology out here.."
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"What's a one of those?" Retiaria asked. Maybe it was something they could use to their advantage?
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Oric:
My mind suddenly flashes back to stories my father would tell me. Stories about how great castles and superior forces would fall to inferior armies or bandits. He told me them to keep me afraid, to separate me from those outside our home, but now I find myself on the other side and the information takes on a whole new meaning.
"What if we don't have to go in? We can prepare heavy weaponry and noisemakers outside the walls, set up traps and fake traps, spoil their food with contamination and force them out of the castle. Once they're outside their numbers becomes less valuable as we can force them through the forest and into traps. They can either come out all at once, in which case we have to whittle them down with hit and run tactics, or they send out squads in search of food and stopping our antics, in which case we hunt those squads."
I make a quiet prayer to the person in charge of this place as I wait for everyone to respond "If you have complaints, do you mind giving me an alternative rather than immediately punishing us?"
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"So, where are we gonna get heavy weapons and noisemakers, then?" Retiaria asked. "And how do we spoil their food if we can't get in? I mean, it's a nice plan, but... we ain't exactly got much gear to pull it off with."
Opening the box, she divided the gold up into six piles, adding one to her own stash and leaving the others for everyone else. Turning her attention to the bag, she tried opening it to see what was inside.
[D6 for the gold and gems. I got number 4: 82GP.]
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Oric:
"We can make heavy artillery pretty easily. I've seen plenty of it. It won't be well calibrated but it should be good enough for this. Noise makers can be anything that makes noise when hit together, attached to a string so that it makes noise when the wind blows. Pieces of metal work well. Spoiling their food is where our new friend comes in. if we know where they keep most of their food we can get some contaminate and toss it over the wall.
[I roll a 2 for loot]
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[Duran rolled 6 for loot; 79 GP]
Duran listened quietly as she let them talk to the gnoll, glad that there's no more conflict here but even more so happy to see the gnoll willing to help Red and not attack them. Still she remained silent as they gathered info from the gnoll on what they can possibly do. Whoever their leader is, shaking down all the towns for greedful amounts of money was pathetic and something she even before knew she had to stop no matter how fortified this castle the gnoll hides in is.
With Red back to normal, the dragonborn sighed in relief while she listened to Oric's plan on attacking with a strange method of trying to make the creatures come out. "Hmmn but wouldn't that take a long time? Can we really afford to wait about for them to get annoyed enough to come out for us? And still.. traps.. heavy artillery... sounds like a ton. We're gonna need help for sure if we want to make this all in a timely manner...." She taps her own chin. "Hey! Maybe next time we find one of those large giant woman things we recenlty fought, we might convince them to help us... if.. we... um.. ask nicely?" Surely not all of them are bad with Eve being proof of that.
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(4 for loot
4 was taken so you get 5- 81 GP. -Niht)
"Red are you ok? Mouth functional?" I hug her, my tail swishing behind me when I move.
"Ok, if there are no outposts, I say we head for the heart of the beast. The traps sound effective, but....ugh just so slow and boring. My patience wasn't great before. I fear being here has only made me more impulsive. But I think it's the right this. Us a select fighting force, head in and succeed where others have failed. It's a great story, isn't it Red? Best kind of heroes."
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Retiaria happily returned the hug. "Yep! Uh, not entirely back to normal, but at least I can talk again. And do this!"
She leaned in to give Gwen a kiss to demonstrate just how well her mouth worked now. Gwen would probably feel Retiaria's teeth fold back if she returned the kiss.
Releasing her, she went back to untying the bag. Its fastening was proving quite tough.
"Ok, if there are no outposts, I say we head for the heart of the beast. The traps sound effective, but....ugh just so slow and boring. My patience wasn't great before. I fear being here has only made me more impulsive. But I think it's the right this. Us a select fighting force, head in and succeed where others have failed. It's a great story, isn't it Red? Best kind of heroes."
"A team of badasses punching in like a spear thrust to kick the shit out of the evil tyrant? Fuck yeah, that sounds great." She grinned over at Gwen before continuing, "Oric, your siege plan sounds like it could be effective. But we were told to be entertaining, and no offence but that sounds dull as shit. The queen might be a big problem, but pissing off the Lady seems worse. That said..." She glanced back at Gwen, "I'm not sure we can pull that off either. It'll be entertaining, yeah, but can we actually... survive doing that?"
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"Hmm... from what I've read, you generally need superior numbers to pull of a siege. The defenders have a strong defensive advantage, so a sieging army will have to surround them, make sure they can't resupply, and either try to star e them out, apply pressure until they surrender, or build up towers and magical advantages for when they try to take the place by force." Naethra was fond of her heroic, military histories. Particularly the ones about the glorious conquests of Seinheim.
"We can't pull off a siege. But Oric's other idea could work. We lay traps and ambushes around the castle and take the smaller parties by surprise. Even if we only get a group or two, it would increase our odds for the big fight. Better yet, it might lure the big gnoll away from her defenses... we might be able to fight her on reasonably equal ground. That sounds much more sensible than just running in."
She looked at Gwynn, "and if we're worried about boring the Lady of this place, we could just bait our ambushes with you, Red, and Eve playing out the most depraved debauchery that comes to your minds."
Naethra didn't trust the gnoll, but she seemed manageable, at least for the moment. "What can you tell us about this castle? How many warriors does the gnoll queen have? Are there any ogres or monsters with her? Any lieutenants that might challenge her for control of the group? Any weapons or magic she keeps on reserve? Where... where does she get her goblins and gnoll from? Was there a tribe, or is she recruiting new ones from somewhere?"
Naethra cast Lou a quick look, hoping he could get the wand working, just in case. She approached Eve, gently out her hands around one of the gnoll's I'm the most reassuring way she could. "I know this is strange, but right now we're the best hope you have. We've seen what you queen can do, and we can keep it from happening to you. But we'll need to win this to keep you safe. Anything you can tell us would be invaluable. Especially... if that's anyone you care for in there, we can keep them safe too. Bound or indisposed until the fighting's over. But we'll need your help to do that. We think one of our own might be inside. Tell me, have you seen an woven princess I'm the last two or three days?"
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(Should I make a persuasion roll? And I guess I should just take the lowest loot roll not claimed already, since I think most are taken already and I'm not sure what to roll.)
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In response to her prayers Oric gets the impression of a yawn. Nothing specific comes down the pipe as to what she should do however..
The bag turns out to be full of.. garbage.. single dried peas and corn, bits of fluff and scrap cloth..
((upon takeing a short rest... that I am declaring now.. the players have discovered an unreliable wand of web, and a bag of curses. See OOC))
She looks at Naethra, "The goblin supply.. fluctuates.. And I can't be certain because I haven't been back to the fort in a while, She likes to keep us rotating in and out. Your princess would probably be a novelty she's keep in the top room of her tower. She doesn't keep any big monsters, the ogres and dryads are more.. general hazards and will go after us as soon as anyone else. Her body guards are fanatically loyal.. I kind of hate her but I'll also do anything she says.. You would never believe the power and beauty she has."
Oric can tell through her superior insight.. Something isn't right.. This gnoll, she's been manipulated into thinking of her queen as this near goddess figure, some sort of hypnosis or mind control maybe.. You don't know how to break it, but you can tell her feelings on her queen are not totally natural.
"I'm sorry I'm just the runt.. I'd love to just wave my hand and have all the goblins vanish... or to be able to just.. go live someplace.." She sighs, "Best I can do is turn people into stuff and back again.. And I can't even use it to punish my queens enemies since outside of that one pervy guy who wanted to be her seat cushion.. No one is going to agree to that.. Right?"
She drinks some of the water from the bucket, "I could get them to open the gate at least if you wanted to go that way."
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Oric:
I think about the options presented to us. We can't all be inanimate or we risk not getting turned back, and we can't impersonate the gnolls... "What if we have two of us impersonate goblins and the rest turned into objects? The two who remain can make sure she doesn't try and keep the inanimate objects. A couple new goblins probably won't raise suspicion." I look at the gnoll "I think you may be under the influence of some kind of mind control. If you'd like, I can try something to free you from it. There's no guaranty it will work though, and like with your own magic I need you to not resist."
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"Huh. just a load of shite..."
Retiaria tossed the bag aside, hopefully to be actually recognised by one of the magic users.
"I could get them to open the gate at least if you wanted to go that way."
"That'd help, thanks."
"What if we have two of us impersonate goblins and the rest turned into objects? The two who remain can make sure she doesn't try and keep the inanimate objects. A couple new goblins probably won't raise suspicion."
"Hmm... this isn't like back in town, we'd be going right into the Queen Bitch's fortress. I'd rather have us all ready and able to fight, but what do you think, Eve? That work?"
"I think you may be under the influence of some kind of mind control. If you'd like, I can try something to free you from it. There's no guaranty it will work though, and like with your own magic I need you to not resist."
"That fuckin' bitch!" Retiaria thought about this for a moment. "You said she's powerful and beautiful, but that doesn't mean you have to obey her. If she's zapped you with some kind of mind spell, you think she could do that to us when we attack too?"
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Duran mostly kept silent as she everyone else discuss the plan on what to do. Hearing the Gnoll both complain yet oddly praise the Gnoll Leader. "I don't care how beautiful or powerful she is, she must face justice for all the lives she's troubled. Every moment I hear anything said about her, it's all the more clear how horrible of a being she is." The paladin declared in response but listened next to Oric's plan, hoping deep down she doesn't have to let herself become another object so soon. "But... I don't think we still got the stuff any more that let us disguise as objects... So.. probably not." She stated but sighed in relief of not having to fear being stuck as a rag once more.
[Rest heal! 8(d1)+2=10]
[HP:25/28] [HD: 2/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 1/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: Lou's buff. MultiAx Torch Mode.]
Lou's Buff - +1 to attack and damage rolls for next hour or until Lou loses Concentration.
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THe gnoll blinks, "Well.. I guess you could just cast spells on me till you succeed.." She sighs and sits on a stump, "go ahead.."
She looks at Duran, "You mean the candy drops that transform someone.. I made those!" She smile, "I hope you liked them, I tried hard to make it fun to use... I gave a bunch to the town while I was there, but..." She lets it hang in the air..
"Anyway, I could try to turn a couple of you into goblins.. they are pretty simple creatures so that might work.. and I can turn my own spells off and on." She giggles, "There was this one goblin who loved it when i turned her into a little gold coin and carried her around in my pocket.. She got taken to the goddess though.."
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"You mean the candy drops that transform someone.. I made those! I hope you liked them, I tried hard to make it fun to use... I gave a bunch to the town while I was there, but..." She lets it hang in the air..
"Yeeeeah... Someone liked them a bit too much." Retiaria shot A Look at Oric, "They don't work now, sorry."
"Anyway, I could try to turn a couple of you into goblins.. they are pretty simple creatures so that might work.. and I can turn my own spells off and on. There was this one goblin who loved it when i turned her into a little gold coin and carried her around in my pocket.. She got taken to the goddess though.."
"If you think you can do it, that sounds like a decent plan. Though... what do you mean by 'taken to the goddess'?"
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"I think I have a couple of those candies still. I grabbed one for Red and one for myself. But if you could do the magic, that might work even better. Maybe make it so we're not so lost..."
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Naethra frowned.
"So... we become goblins. March in there... and drop the illusion (only it's not an illusion, its a definite transformation) when we have a good shot at the queen? If we defeat her, will the other gnolls just... acquiesce?"
This didn't seem like a good plan. It would leave them deep in enemy territory, cutting off any route of escape. It assumed that they'd find better odds striking inside the castle. But, most worrying of all, it assumed full trust in Eve. What was to stop her from just not reversing the spell? She was still loyal to the Queen... or, more appropriately, still indoctrinated. She was amenable now because she'd been bested, but holding the reigns on the spell's reversal would give her the upper hand. Why would she relinquish that? What was to stop her from just delivering them to her Queen, crippled by their new forms and unable to mount a solid defense?
She didn't say this, for fear of alienating Eve. Instead, she turned to Oric, "do you think you can break what the Queen has done to her mind? Maybe... maybe we should find a place to camp. For you to work your healing while we recoup, plan, and prepare."
Someone would need to keep a watchful eye on the Gnoll.
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"Im ready for a rest." Gwyn agrees and starts working on setting up a safe place, or at least a comfortable one.
"Its not a complete plan, but I say we try it. Worth the risk." Gwyn suggests.
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Oric:
I nod to Naethra "I think I can. Even if not permanently, for a little while."
Hearing that she had made the pills gives me confidence "We have a reversion liquid for the pills, will that work on your transformations as well?" If so that's a great safety net.
I help set up camp, preparing a space for Eve and I to begin trying to fix her. I let her know to come see me when everyone's done talking with her so I can get started.
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As the party settles in to eat, relax and enjoy an hour to themselves Eve sits on a tree stump, "ok.. do it.."
The party figures out what the magical doodads do.
@Dicho
Once you've held the spell as long as you could you find yourself reverting back into that feminine form. You feel ghostly hands on you as your body's shape reverts.. hear a whisper in your ears.. did you enjoy that little trip to a masculinity you never had? You feel your chest lifted up let to drop and bounce feeling.. heavier than it did before.. I think you were born to end up like this, it would have happened sooner or later.. a tragic 'accident' a potion mix up.. You would have found a way. The ghostly hands recede and the voice goes quiet.
Lou finds her body is now even more busty than she was before! maybe half a cup size, but the new weight is real.
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Oric:
I decide to put my all into my prayer, hoping that Seln will grant me power to free her mind. I place my hands on her back and begin to pray "Oh divine father of the arcane, master of fates and chance, greatest of scholars and champion of slaves, hear my prayer: Grant me power to free her mind from malicious thrall. Show me the workings of the mind before me, reveal the tendrils of corruption, and allow me to purge them. Let my one word take root within her mind, and give it strength to resist. I [command] thee Eve, grant yourself [freedom] from the gnoll queens thrall."
I sigh as the spell is cast, and nothing seems to happen. Drat.
Cast number two, and I'll try a different word and prayer. "Father of magic and patron of slaves, I call on you to free this servant of her chains. Grant me power so that I may do your bidding. Eve, I [command] thee, [Resist] the gnoll queens thrall."
Eve hunches over, eyes closed concentrating.
Progress! I only have two castings left though... I decide to push my advantage "Guardian of the lost, Master of the infinite, savior of the bound, hear my prayers and grant these slave her freedom. Eve, I [command] thee, see the gnoll queen for what she truly is, I grant you a [Revelation]."
She yelps, biting her lip.
Crap, did I go to far? I decide to give her some time to breath, then see how she's doing "Well? How are you feeling?" I try to observe, watch for the hints of the gnoll queens continued control.
She pants in front of me, "Gods... I hate that bitch.."
I smile, rubbing her back "Do you think you can tell us more about her now? Without her influencing your opinion of her?"
Eve replies "I'll try.. She's pretty powerful as far as I know.. She has a pair of body guards.. really strong fighters.."
I think for a moment "Anything you can think of to help us take her down? Weaknesses or things she likes maybe a bit to much?"
Eve tries to come up with something "ummm... she.. reall likes food.."
I consider how best to make use of that fact, and recall the pastries from the previous floor "Does she have any resistance to poisons or trapped food?"
she shakes her head "I don't know."
I give her a friendly pet "That's okay, thank you for trying. Do you think she still has some control over you?"
she shakes her head again "I don't know.. I want her gone.. I know that."
I decide to wait and spend some time with her until the spells would wear off, to see how she reacts. After half an hour I decide to check "How do you feel about the gnoll queen now?"
she nods "Still hate her."
That seems good. I guide her back to the group "I think she's at least mostly free now. Eve, if you feel her slipping back in let us know."
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Gwyn looks her over and smiles. "It'll be nice to have someone else on our side. Do you think the queen messing with your head had any impact on your magic? Maybe you can do better now that you're free."
Gwyn feeling selfish, "If you needed, I could offer a test. Wouldn't mind if you would do something about my tail. Weird being half and half"
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"Yeah... rest sounds good right now, that fight got me a bit... worked up."
Retiaria found a comfortable spot and dozed off for a while, lulled to sleep by the muffled sounds of Oric's spellcasting. After a quick nap, she ate some supplies then got to work repairing one of her nets.
[Leatherworking tools: 15+2= 17]
Just as she was tying off the last thread, Oric and Eve returned to the group.
"I think she's at least mostly free now. Eve, if you feel her slipping back in let us know."
"Eyy, good to have you with us!" Retiaria fished around in her pack and retrieved a bottle full of amber liquid. Raising it in toast, she declared "To freedom."
She took a swig, then offered it round.
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"Well I wish now I knew what those lemon treats would of done to me...." The dragonborn grumbled upon hearing that their target has a thing for food. "still, I don't know how I would feel about using such a weakness against her. I'm sure if we play our cards right we can take her down regardless." She put in her two cents on it, but least if they did try to bait this gnoll with food it hopefully would mean less transformations. In fact she started to shudder at the thought of having to change again if they are going to slip into the lair of the gnoll leader.
[HP:28/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Torch Mode.]
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I frown and bite my lip as I feel my magic wearing off. I knew it wasn't permanent... still, I gasp and squirm as I feel the invisible hands shaping me. It's... most disconcerting. All the more so when I hear the voice of whatever possesses the unseen hands. I hiss at it, trying to keep my voice low as I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hold it still "Scholarship is not implicitly feminine! I wasn't strapping, but there is nothing womanly about a venerable old sage just because he has focus on his mind rather than his body." and then add, petulantly "Had anything like this happened in some other way I would have been able to fix it..."
((Many thumbs up. very sexy))
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Eve looks around then runs her hands through Gwens big soft fluffy tail.. "Ok.. I'll do what I can.." She takes a draw off of Retaria's flask.. coughs a bit.. then grabs Gwen's tail. "Ok.. lets get this down to size!"
The air around Gwen crackles as she feels a pressure over her whole body. The tail starts to shrink.. shrink shrink.... then Eve sneezes and the rest of Gwens body contracts inward. Moments later she is holding... a squirrel.. by the tail.. it's probably making chittering noises and squirming around.
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Realizing how nice it is for someone to run their fingers through her fur, Gwyn looks back as Eve takes a drink, "Wait should you be drinking when you do this??"
I start to feel good about things as the tail shrink and gets smaller. Then I hear a sneeze.
The crackling magic gets louder and pushes on me shrinking the rest of me as well. Soon everything looks so large and I'm suspended in mid air by my tail. I still have a tail!!
I see the little fur covered hands in front of me, as my black eyes widen.
"Crap, undo it! Undo!" I shout but hear a bunch of chits and chuts instead of words.
My head feels weird. Ugh, how much damage did she do to me? I'm hungry.
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Eve gasps, "It's ok.. I can fix this!" She yelps as she is scratched and drops Gwyn. "Just help me catch her!" She whimpers, "I told you I wasn't good at people!"
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Oric:
As Gwyn is dropped I put myself between her and the nearest tree, concerned about how much of a squirrel she may have become. Hopefully me standing there would keep her from running up it. "It's okay gwyn, just stay calm and let her fix this."
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I fall to the ground and feel shocked I landed on all fours. Why does this feel natural. I look up at the giant Gnoll pointing at me and shouting. What the hell is she saying?? Why don't I know what she's saying??? Shit, what if she's trying to get rid of me.
I start to run, and see Oric move to block me. Why am I running for a tree. Then I smell something good. I turn and run for Duran's backpack. Running onto it and digging my way in.
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Naethra had been looking over the magical items, with an ear towards Eve. She didn't trust the gnoll, but her attention ended up focused on the bag Red had discarded. The magic seemed faint, but she recognized the pattern. It was a spell she used to know, when she still mantled the Fae's power. She couldn't grasp it any longer, like a half forgotten dream that stubbornly eluded recognition. It was... almost sad to see again. A reminder of all she'd lost.
She looked up to see the gnoll holding a very frightened squirrel.
"Maeve's tits," she cursed in Sylvan. If Gwyn got lose, they might never find her again. She grabbed the spider wand (which was, alas, rubbish, but better than nothing) and tried to use it again, targeting Gwyn and wondering if the gnoll had betrayed them already.
((And I rolled 20.))
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The squirrel Gwen dives into Duran's back pack burrowing in just in time for the webbing to wrap around it cocooning the lot inside.
Eve gulps nervously.. "Ok.. just.. need to concentrate... She'll be right as rain in a few moments.. well... once I can see her.. Oh why is stuff so much easier? if she was a squirrel doll this would already be fixed!"
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Naethra glared at Eve for a second before turning towards the bag. "Uh... Duran? What do you have in there? And... can we get her out without chopping her in two?"
She really hoped the webbing wasn't air-tight.
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I felt the bag close behind me. Shit. How do I get out?
But I'm safe from Eve. She's already done enough. I dig deeper into the bag and find a bag of mixed nuts. I'm impressed as my 'hands' are able to get it open and grab the nuts. I snack on them while I think of a way out.
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"Whoa, what the hell?" Retiaria yelled, jumping to her feet as Gwen was turned into a squirrel. Following Oric's quick thinking she tried trapping Gwen between herself and any potential escape route. Thankfully it proved unnecessary as the squirrel made a beeline for Duran's pack and was swiftly trapped by webbing.
"Okay, no more whiskey for you!" she snapped, grabbing the bottle back from Eve and jamming the cork back in. "Okay... you say you're good with stuff? Turn the pack into a cage or something so we can see her, then fix her."
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Oric:
I nod in agreement with Retiaria "I don't currently think you did that on purpose, but you're going to fix it quickly, right? Also, you said you made those pills from the town right? We have some experience with those, it might be best to have you make some pills and just use them instead."
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Duran was bewildered by the sight. One second they were fixing Gwen's tail, the next moment she is a squirrel invading Duran's bag... which is now getting webbed up by Naethra trying to ensure the squirrel doesn't escape. She sighs softly and tries to start working on pulling the web apart as she will need both access to her bag at some point but more importantly it's the only way she can fish the curious squirrel out of it. Still despite this, Duran didn't want Eve to feel bad when they knew ahead of time this could happen.
"Well you did warn us changing people is hard but I'm sure this can be fixed. I've seen some weird stuff happen to us already that we.. mostly fixed from.. Surely this will be the same?" She suggests though is half worried in the back of her mind. Trying to hide that feeling to keep a confident smile while she attempts to fight though the web so she can get the hungry squirrel out. However Duran's hand is already feeling sticky and she has to fight not getting it stuck against the bag. "And this webbing is going to go away right? I don't think I want my bag to actually stick to me. And.. how bout no turning my bag into a cage either? I got stuff in there I don't want scattered about!"
[HP:28/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Torch Mode.]
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"You can have my bag after she's done." Retiaria snapped, "Making sure our friend doesn't run away before we can fix her is more important than your stuff!"
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Eve swallows hard and pokes a finger into the bag.. it does expand blowing out the web revealing Gwen the squirrel in the cage... Chowing down on Duran's deluxe special edition mixed nuts..
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Oric:
I sigh, seeing Gwen caught in the cage "Okay, now... Red, open the cage and take her out. She probably won't mind being held by you, especially if she gets to keep eating those nuts. Once she's out of the cage, reverse the change Eve."
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"Err... are we sure about that?" Naethra asked, casting a wary glance towards Eve.
"I really hate this magic. It messes about in your mind. Of she were thinking clearly enough to be comforted by Red, I don't think she would have darted once she became a squirrel. If we take her out before we at least begin casting the reversal, we may never get a hold of her again."
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"Yeah, I'll do it if that's the best call, but wouldn't it be safer to leave her in the cage? It's enough to hold a squirrel, and when she turns back she can just bust out of it." Retiaria said, eyeing Gwen doubtfully. "Unless you think that'd get in the way of your magic, Eve?"
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Eve gulps, "I'll try... You know.. if you had warned me about the curse that was trying to turn her into a rodent I might have been better prepared for that backlash.."
She swallows and reaches in grabbing the munching rodent the air crackles for a moment and Eve screams as her hand is bit..She falls backwards but Gwen the squirrel grows.. and becomes more human.. Till she stops sitting atop the Gnoll.
Eve makes a few muffled noises from under Gwen's generous rear.
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Oric:
I stare at the newly transformed Gwen with a blush. I'm prepared to be upset, but it's not like she was in her original form before the change, and honestly she's... very attractive now. I decide to say good enough and move on with it "Well, she's not back to normal but I'll admit this isn't a bad look. Do you think you could make some more pills though? We have some experience with them and we have the reversal fluid so it should be a bit safer."
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Eve nods, "I could, but... there is.." She sits on the stump again, "I have to concentrate my magic.. it's.. overwhelming.. oddly enough.. the stuff right off my hand is a little less.. intense.. I can make the pills, but, once you use the reversal.. you'll have to recover from thinking of yourselves as what ever you turn into.."
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Oric:
I let out a slow sigh "Okay, will the reversal liquid work on transformations you apply? If so, we can have you transform most of us into items for Gwyn and Lou to carry while they make themselves look like goblins. We should try changing me first to see how that impacts you, considering my efforts to free your mind."
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Gwyn tries to get as far away from Eve as possible while trapped in the cage eating nuts. She still terrifies me and what is everyone talking about?? Argh, this is frustrating.
Then I feel the cracking magic again and wince fearing what the result is going to be. I'm full size again! I find myself sitting on top of Eve eating the nuts still. I blink confused as my senses come back to normal. "Ok....that was a bad idea on my part."
I itch a bit, and look over at my now furry skin. "crap...this is worse! This is way worse! Ok, better then being a tiny rodent, but....No no, I'll take being able to speak. I'm speaking common, right??"
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As Gwen stands up.. she realizes something else interesting... She.. hasn't grown back as full sized as she thought.. She realizes.. she looks.. a little squished.. but she has to look up at Oric...
(Gwyn is now 4'4" of pure squirrel girl goodness... only not marvels Squirrel Girl..shes not that cool.)
Eve shrugs, "It's up to you.. Either plan has some risk.. You trust me.. or you trust yourselves to to not get too lost in the feelings." She offers her hand to Oric, "What would you like to be?"
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Oric:
I take her hand with a shrug "I'll admit to having some interest in obtaining new experiences. I don't particularly care what you make me so long as I can be reasonably snuck in by a goblin, and a greedy gnoll won't try and take me for herself."
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I maintain my grasp on the mixed nuts as I stand and look around at the group, "Is everyone talle- *sighs* fuck, I'm not full height am I?"
I snack on one more of the nuts trying to stay calm while looking myself over. I take some deep breaths looking at how the other girls tower over me. Closes her eyes and mumbles to herself, "I can deal with this. I can deal with this."
Then realizes none of her clothes will fit anymore.
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Eve touches Oric.. and a tingle runs through her body as if being massaged inside and out... her shape relaxing... as before long, assuming Oric doesn't resist.. Eve is holding some nice goblin sized panties.. "There we go.." Oric feels like.. but not.. Gone.. it is hard to get tense about something when you have literally no muscles to tense up however..
Eve offers Oric to Gwyn, "She should be your size."
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Gwyn holds the panties by her fingers and forces a smile. "Oh...I hope she likes fur"
Gwyn slips her legs into each whole and slides up the panties around her furry butt.
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The panties are nice and tight on your squirrelly rear. fitting them on brings home how wide you've gotten.. even if you are still pretty short..
Oric feels a sens of pleasant fullness.. Her fabric stretches around warming with Gwen's heat... If she concentrates really hard.. she can slightly quiver..
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Naethra stared at Gwyn's new form for a moment. "I... want to be surprised by that, but I can't be. This is exactly the sort of outcome I think I expected, deep in my heart, when you asked the gnoll to fix you. This course of events is precisely what passes for typical in the nightmarish farce my life has become."
And then Oric became panties.
"I... can't help but think we're jumping into this plan far too quickly. Perhaps there's a strategy that doesn't revolve around the magic of the gnoll who turned Gwyn into a squirrel by accident?"
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Oric:
I relax and let the magic wash over me, calmly trying to analyze the feeling as I change. If anything seems off I want to be able to identify it. As I'm handed to Gwyn I blush a bit... I'm going to be wrapped around that amazing ass? Once I'm pulled on I feel full, content, and oddly satisfied. Her body is so soft and warm, I focus on the only thing I can as a pair of panties: snuggling up to her. I'm a pair of panties, so no one can blame me for it right? I concentrate, trying to rub her ass or otherwise make her enjoy wearing me.
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"These are exceptionally comfortable." I note, "the magic is thorough"
I wiggle my rear a little testing them out
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Eve looks at Naethra. "First I warned you. " she pouts a bit.. "Second. She has a curse of some kind trying to turn her into a rodent. I'm not strong enough to totally. Beat that.. and she took me by surprise. The dwarf is totally fine and I can cancel her change anytime."
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Oric:
I'm quite proud at the praise I'm recieving, but huff at Eves comment "My name is Oric, not 'The dwarf'."
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"I'll try... You know.. if you had warned me about the curse that was trying to turn her into a rodent I might have been better prepared for that backlash.."
Retiaria shrugged. "Yeah, well none of us are exactly locals. How were we supposed to know she was cursed?"
She breathed a sigh of relief as Gwen was turned back- though not fully, it was certainly enough that she wasn't just a forest critter any more. "Gwen, you feeling okay?" Retiaria grinned. "I gotta say, you turned out cute as hell."
"crap...this is worse! This is way worse! Ok, better then being a tiny rodent, but....No no, I'll take being able to speak. I'm speaking common, right??"
"Yeah, we can understand you, hun. You're all good."
Glancing over as Oric got turned into a pair of panties, Retiaria sighed. "We're really going with this plan? I do not want to become a thing. Not again, not after last time..."
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Eve puffed up a bit, "I think you'll find my magics far better than those concentrated object pills I handed out before. It's hard to make magic stick like that ya know.."
With a wave of her hand Oric suddenly returns to her dwarfy state No harm done, although thanks to her actions she was gently cuddling up against a certain squirrel's rear.
"You can tell them if it turned your brain inside out."
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Oric:
I flop to the ground, cuddling her ass briefly before realizing I should probably stop "Huh? Oh, um... yeah, it was a lot more mild than using the pill. I was kind of feeling and acting like panties, but that was mostly because I had nothing better to do. As long as we don't take to long and we're prepared to be turned back we should be in fighting shape as soon as we're animate again."
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"Yeah, but... losing who you are like that, even if it's just for a few minutes... I'm really not comfortable with it." Retiaria admitted. "It, um... it scares me."
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Oric:
I let out a low sigh and walk up to Red "Really? You said you were a gladiator right? Were you never afraid of a sword through the gut, or having your skull bashed in? But since we met you've always been eager for battle. Just because it's not a physical fight you're suddenly running away? It was your first time enduring a mental combat, and you lost. So what? You survived. If you don't take this opportunity it's goign to happen again eventually, and you'll be just as unprepared then as you were last time. This is your chance to practice, to strengthen your mind. You are Retiaria, regardless of what you look like." I finish my speech and look her in the eyes, hoping at least some part of that has convinced her. I've never been that good at motivating people...
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"Really? You said you were a gladiator right? Were you never afraid of a sword through the gut, or having your skull bashed in? But since we met you've always been eager for battle. Just because it's not a physical fight you're suddenly running away?"
"Hey, that's different. I-"
"It was your first time enduring a mental combat, and you lost. So what? You survived. If you don't take this opportunity it's goign to happen again eventually, and you'll be just as unprepared then as you were last time. This is your chance to practice, to strengthen your mind. You are Retiaria, regardless of what you look like."
"It's not just about what I look like though. You're right. Last time, I did lose." Retiaria admitted, blushing and unable to meet Oric's gaze. "And for a while, I... I wasn't me. I... I forgot who I was, what I was, I was just a pair of panties. And it... it felt good. Being used. When I was freed I swore I'd never let myself be someone's property ever again. Getting turned into a thing, it... you can't get more 'property' than that. I can't let myself feel like that again..."
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Oric:
I move to meet her gaze, not letting her escape my eyes "You aren't alone here. you aren't going to be some abandoned object somewhere. I'm not asking you to give yourself to Gwyn, I'm asking you to support her, to work together with her. She's going to do what only she can do by sneaking in as a goblin, so we need to do what we can to not get in her way. I know I might not be the best person to talk about this considering what happened, but I think you're wrong. Even while you were lost in being an object you were Retiaria. You had new sensations and you enjoyed them, there's nothing wrong with that. if you taste a new food and suddenly want to eat it all the time you're still you. if you fall in love and suddenly want to spend all your time with someone you're still you. You are strong enough to enjoy this without losing yourself to it."
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"Hah, falling in love's what got me out here in the first place." Retiaria gave a low chuckle. "What gave me the drive to try and earn my freedom. It changed me for sure, but... I guess you're right. I... I've just gotta be strong. Stay in control. For the team."
Her hand slipped inside her satchel, found the sequinned cloth inside. Touching it reassured her, calmed the roiling pit of nerves inside her. Squeezing the glove tight, Retiaria turned to Eve. "Okay, just do it. Now, before I lose my damn nerve."
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Eve nods, "I know it can be scary.. what do you want to be and I'll do it for ya." SHe smiles, "in fact.. everybody... Gather round so I can do this all together."
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"I dunno, just... whatever you think'll work best. Just hurry it up, will you?"
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Oric:
I take reds hand and get close to Eve, preparing myself for the change, offering my hand other hand to one of the other two in need of changing.
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It all seems to happen so fast, before she can explain that the webbing was unnecessary nor that the items inside is what she cared more about, the cage was made. Before she can question how to carefully get Gwyn out of the cage, she was turned back into a person though way squirrelier then before... lot cuter. Now this thing with changing into an object yet again in the hopes to sneak into the enemies base just sounds beyond foolish to her. Wouldn't it be just simpler to run in? They barely escaped last time being objects. Hell it was the first drinking experience the dragonborn ever had... which was actually quite fun.
But with a sigh and seeing Red relent, she figured there was just no point in arguing it. "This is the last time I'm willing to turn into an object again." She simply grumbles before taking Oric's hand. She had a very bad feeling about this but thought what to be. "Shoes. Raggedy, old, and certainly not in the size of your gnoll leader. That'll ensure she won't wear me..." The dragonborn suggested, hoping she's right.
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Eve takes a deep breath, "Don't worry miss Dragon.. I'll make sure you come out right."
She holds herself a moment and looks at the remaining people, Gwen, Naethra, and Lou..
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"Oh yeah... here."
Retiaria dug around in her satchel, pulling a few things out before finally grabbing her backpack and handing it over to Duran. "Seeing as you lost yours."
She then repacked the various stuff she'd had to pull out to get to it.
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"We... we can't be doing this. This is a terrible, terrible idea. Last time, every instant was an uphill battle to hold onto who we were. And we didn't all get through that unscathed." She cast a glance at Lou, trying to remember what she looked like as a man.
She turned her gaze to Oric. "Oric, we've known each other for about three days now. In that time, I've seen you as a chair, a blanket, and as panties. I've known you longer as an inanimate object than as a male. We're not just fighting some goblins, or a big gnoll. We're fighting all of this!" she waved her hands broadly, at the forest around them, "and bit by bit, it's trying to take us apart. She's trying to strip away everything we were. And she's winning. There's less and less of who we were every day. The last time... would the Oric of four days ago be so eager to embrace a plan where he became a helpless, inanimate thing so he could be snuck into an offensive ambush, in an unknown location against an unknown number of foes, all through the magic of someone he'd met mere hours ago? Someone who's magic, and I mean no offense Eve, turned a woman into a squirrel by accident."
Naethra paused for a second. She took a deep breath. She realized she was getting worked up over this. To be truthful, her biggest concern about this whole plan was Eve. The gnoll shouldn't be trusted with something so big... but at the same time, she didn't want to say that aloud where Eve could hear it. Just in case she really was cooperative, she didn't want to antagonize her... or give her ideas about betrayal. But... she was a gnoll on the low end of the pack. How high would her star rise if she returned to her queen, not only the sole survivor of an ambush, but also bearing the warriors who had so agitated her, who had destroyed over a dozen of her minions, already incapacitated and utterly helpless?
"This isn't a smart move. This isn't something we'll emerge from, stronger and more resolute. This is another chip away at who we are. Another inch closer to madness. And I don't believe the Oric who lectured us on tactics and caution three days ago would approve of this. This magic changes you, and when it changes something vital... would you even know it?"
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Duran takes the bag and smiles. "You sure Red? Thank you. We'll get you a good backpack next chance we can... and um sorry bout before. I was indeed worried bout Gwen but well figured the web just made it worse." Still she gathers her things quickly that's been laying about, making sure it won't get lost. Though she starts to wonder where Gwen even got those nuts to begin with. Afterwards, she's quite ready.
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Oric:
I look Naethra and scowl "Now listen here you pitiful excuse for an adventurer. Shit happens when you leave the safety of your home. People die, people lose arms and legs and pieces of their minds. This`" I wave my hands at the group "Is nothing new to me. Drugs, addiction, infection, corruption, pain, suffering. I saw a man stuck between a black dragons teeth begging for help as he was digested by its breath without it even realizing he was there. People change when shit happens. Here it's just a bit more literal. So yes, the Oric from four days ago would be fine with this. All of us are alive, that's a damn good record from my experience. You may not trust her, but I do. I spent three hours with her, working her mind with magic she didn't resist. She let me do whatever I wanted to her mind, so yes, I trust her."
I take a deep breath "Have you ever lost an arm? I have. Twice. That changes you. Have you ever been infected by wartflies? I have. That changes you. Have you ever gone to the store and been told they were out of bread? That changes you! Everything we do changes who we are! The Oric from four days ago was ready for death because he didn't care about life. Now I'm fighting to keep going forward. So yes I've changed, and I'm not complaining."
I step up to her, poking her in the stomach as I look her in the eyes "I know what the tactically sound plan is, and I also know it would lead to a rapid and thorough smiting. So I'm going with the best plan I can think of that also keeps the person in charge happy. I know gnolls, they aren't inherently violent, and for the most part act as scavengers. This isn't in their nature, they're being encouraged by their leader. If we take her out we can appeal to their basic nature: don't fight someone stronger than you. Even if they have the advantage, individuals gnolls look out for themselves."
I return to Eve, taking her hand with a huff. Unbeknownst to Naethra she had just stepped on a major emotional landmine by bringing up how I used to be. She may have only meant a couple days ago, but for me it was an entire lifetime of regret.
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Naethra had hoped for a more... measured response. Oric's accusations weren't off; she was painfully aware of her own inexperience outside the city walls. But the dwarf's words, impassioned as they were, still rang hollow.
"No. I've never seen a man dissolved by dragon's breath. I've never lost a limb. But I've seen people give up. I've seen them abandon their hopes, their passions, their will. Traditionally, they drink themselves to oblivion, leisurely strolling into the void one bottle at a time. It's a sad, slow, wasting doom, by inches over years." Memories of her eldest brother sprung, unbidden. She didn't like to think of him.
"I suspect you're substituting the ass for the bottle, but it looks the same from here. Maybe you've given up on who you were. Maybe you're right to do so. But I'm not going to surrender myself here. I'm still determined to make it through this with my mind and what's left of my soul intact. And I'd much prefer not dancing on the edge of oblivion again for a wild stab at an ambush."
She took a deep breath. "Maybe we could hedge our bets. Can we work any illusions?"
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Eve throws up her hands, "Fine... I'll talk them into opening the front gates and you can all go charging in."
She turns and starts to walk down one of the paths.
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"You sure Red? Thank you. We'll get you a good backpack next chance we can... and um sorry bout before. I was indeed worried bout Gwen but well figured the web just made it worse."
"No need, I got this." Retiaria patted the satchel. "And don't worry about it, we're cool."
Listening to Naethra and Oric argue over the plan, she muttered "...Yikes."
Then, when it seemed they were done, she spoke up. "Look, Naethra. This plan is risky and I sure as hell don't like it. I still don't want to get turned into something. But I don't see any better plan. Either we do this, and get past almost all the gnoll queen's troops- take out their leader before they get a chance to react- or we charge in and have to fight our way past an entire frigging army. I'm a damn badass. The rest of you are... okay too, I guess. But there's no way we can win a straight up fight against that many enemies."
She gestured to Gwen. "Illusions we can do. But unless I misunderstood, we can't do enough for everybody. So Gwen makes herself look like a goblin, plus anyone else we can do that to. And... the rest of us get carried in as stuff. I don't like that either, but it's better than not going in at all."
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I had held back while the others questioned the gnoll, waiting my turn because I have MANY questions for her, and there seemed to be more pressing matters but "Wait!" I shout after her "Come back, I- those pills you made... I too am a transmutational specialist, but your, erm... pills, they wore off for everyone else... more or less, the ambient energies about this place seem to cause some lingering effects but they didn't wear off of me at all!"
I do note to the others as I go after her "I can be a goblin, under my own power if need be."
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The dragonborn was almost spellbound. having not expected both Oric and Naethra to fight and argue over this plan so passionately, both having huge issues over the actions or thought process of the other one. They'll need time to talk this out. But Duran snapped out of it when she heard the Gnoll grumble and start to walk away with suggesting doing the more direct plan. The one Duran would want to do herself actually but didn't want to take that choice from the rest of the group. "Can we save the fighting for the gnoll queen? Look, I got no experience with anything you just said bout losing arms or dragon's breathe that isn't mine on a bad day, but we do Need to think of something to do before we bumble in there right? I mean charging in least is more plan then just arguing up until the goblins notice us... but sneaking in could make this battle quicker and lead to less people having to get hurt..."
Having said her two cents she hopes something can be come up with. Charging in, hiding as objects, so long as things don't go down poorly it has to be an alright plan. Still she moves to the gnoll, letting Lou ask her questions which made the dragonborn ponder just why that is the case. "Um.. please, Miss Eve, just give us like one more minute to decide before we go?" She asked, having want to make sure not to loose track of the helpful gnoll.
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Eve stops looking at both Duran and Lou, "Alright.. I'll give it time.. I just.. don't want to lose my nerve ya know?"
She ponders Lou.. Walks around her.. Reaches out and gropes her rear and chest sniffs her... "Hmm... my magic should have broken when you got the antidote. and I don't smell it on you.." She shrugs, "The Lady works in odd ways. It could be that the notion of you being cute and curvy touched her fancy.. Tell me what did you visualize when you took the potion?"
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I grind my teeth and grumble something about 'the lady'
"I've since changed forms, as you've seen, but this is the one I returned to... hey!" I jump as she gropes me, crossing my arms defensively. The sensitivity was... surprising. "We were trying to hide, and so we were told to think of something inconspicuous. I just imagined someone who would blend into the background, a tavern girl, someone unimportant. I came back to myself from that... borrowed persona some time later, but my form did not follow suit."
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Eve stops after licking your neck listening to your story. "What?"
She takes a step back, "You've come out great.. but.. I'm not sure how much I can brag about that..Those pills aren't supposed to do people.."
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I snort, though try to minimize the derisive quality of it, even as I wipe my neck where she licked it. "Well, clearly it did, one way or another. As to how I turned out, that is an entirely subjective assessment, varying widely by your standards. Personally, while my form is currently well up to the standards of someone I would be happy to spend time with, what I desire in my own form is altogether different in nature. Suffice it to say I find myself entirely too... how do I put this delicately... shall we simply say curvaceous and leave the rest to implication? I can't seem to get my hands properly around the curves for the way I prefer to enjoy such things. Can you aid me in a remedy, or not?"
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Eve takes a step back, "You took a pill designed to turn you into a shoe or a beer mug.. and you turned into a girl.." She shakes her head, "Thats will of the goddess territory. I'm not going to fight on that battle field."
"As far as getting your hands around the curves you want to... Lesbians.. There are a lot of them around.."
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Retiaria raised a hand. "Yo."
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Oric:
I scoff at Naethra "You see what you want to see. You've decided I'm heading for oblivion so every action I take must be leading me there. If I wanted to lay back and end up as a simple object there's a dozen ways to do that without getting the rest of you involved. But I'm here, and I'm trying. So I've got a thing for asses, so what? I don't see you shaming Red for liking tits. So I have to spend some time as an object and I choose to enjoy myself. Would you rather I sit there in fear and misery the entire time? You're scared, I get it, you've never had to deal with this stuff before. But I have. Do you know how you stop from falling into the void in a place like the wilds? You find whatever sliver of joy you can find and you cling to it. You get a little drunk, and you have a little fun, and you endure. The people who refuse to let themselves give in to the minor pleasures? They're the ones who end up dying first." I glare at her, making it clear I think she's exactly that sort of person.
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I feel heat rise in my face as I blush at her suggestion. Still, I'm glad to have kept my composure and not let my feeling betray in my expression otherwise. "That is... not my primary concern at the moment."
The will of the goddess... yes, everything really is pointing towards, uncomfortable as it may seem, some incredibly powerful and uncomfortably petty entity being behind all of this. The... hallucination? Probably illusion would be a more accurate description at this point... either way, what I experienced as I reverted to this form and... grew, definitely supports that conclusion in any case. I squirm at the thought. Squirming seems like really the only reasonable response, after all. It seems my effort to return back to myself is actively opposed by something much MUCH bigger than myself. This is why I was never interested in becoming a warlock... in any case, I'll have to become a great deal more subtle in my efforts.
I clear my throat, pushing the blush from my face "That's... disappointing."
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Gwyn spent much of the time trying to get used to having fur and curious if she could slim down. She paid attention to the group again and was a little surprised, "We're still debating this?"
"It's a dangerous spell, but worth the risk. Lets figure this out. Can we put a timer on the spell, auto undo? Like a safe guard"
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Oric and Naethra argued!
Naethra: Naethra stared at Oric for a moment. She had so much respect for the dwarf, just a couple days ago. "This... this is ridiculous. I'm not shaming you for liking asses, I'm observing that you've developed an unhealthy fixation with becoming something inanimate, that you've actively sought out that experience even knowing the dangers it brings, and that you're talking the party into a risky, idiotic plan of assault that just so happens to align with your personal fetish. This has nothing to do with 'little pleasures', Oric, this is surrendering total agency and voluntarily stepping into a fight to hold onto your very concept of self. And..." Naethra stopped for a moment and observed that the gnoll was out of hearing distance. She seemed to be talking to Lou. "And you trust Eve. This plan puts all our lives under her control, and you're willing to look me in the eye and tell me that you don't have misgivings about her loyalty or her competence? The person who accidentally turned Gwyn into a squirrel?"
Oric: I sigh "I'm not fixating on becoming an object, I'll admit I got a bit to into it earlier but I've calmed down. You need to remember that I haven't had the same kind of experience the rest of you apparently have had. But that has nothing to do with this. You say it's risky and idiotic, and I would like to point out we're fighting an army in the domain of a perverted near deity. Whatever we do will be risky. I've thought this through, and it's our best chance at success." I glare at her when she comments about Eve "You think I trust her? Are you an idiot? Why do you think I'm suggesting we have two people not under her power holding onto antidotes? But we need her if we're going to sneak in, and if we don't sneak in we don't stand a chance. You haven't interacted with Gnolls before, so I'm asking you to trust my experience with them."
N: Naethra's glare softened a bit. She sighed. "We're not going to find her, you know. And we're not staying here, either. Even if we win, we're not going to be making this place any better. This is a terrible risk, and we're idiots for even entertaining it, and I'm worried that if one of the many disastrous pitfalls in this plan comes to pass then there will be no god or curse I could lay on you for compelling me to such a terrible course of action." She took a breath and lifted her eyes from the dwarf, looking out into the forest. "You're a veteran, right? You carry yourself like someone's who's lived through hell or the Wilds. Tell me, honestly, how much longer do you think we'll last? A day? A week? When the end comes to us, will we even be aware of it?"
O: I groan, putting a hand to my forehead "How old are you? You were a tiefling to begin with, and you seemed to be at a pretty good age, maybe a bit under 30? I'm around 100 years old. I stopped keeping track a while ago. I left my hometown when I was 38. I've spent more than twice your age out in the wilds. So let me explain something: it doesn't matter how awful or safe a place you're in. You might last 100 years, or you might keel over any second now. Do you know how many times I've somehow survived after thinking "there's no chance of getting out of this!"? I gave you at least three examples earlier, and those certainly aren't all of them. You just gotta trust your gut and keep moving forward. For example my gut told me not to blast you for lying to us, so I think it's earned at least a bit of faith from you. Right now my gut is telling me we need to do this if we want to get out of here."
N: She raised an eyebrow. "Lying?"
O: I roll my eyes "I'm not sure what exactly you were lying about, but you were lying about something. If you think back I'm sure you can figure out what you were lying about."
N: "Hmmph." One of the only useful lessons Naethra had ever received from her mother was 'never admit to something they don't know about yet', and that philosophy had served her well. "I... don't trust easily." She added, a heartbeat later, "or at all, really. If you want honesty, I'm only following the rest of you because it seemed marginally safer than staying in the dungeon, or in the village. I agreed to this quest against the gnoll queen because I realized I couldn't talk you all out of it. And my gut is telling me this whole damned thing is doomed. We're at the whims of some mercurial daemon-god-_thing, and she's both perverted and capricious. Every time we play in to her desires, every time we use this lust-cursed magic, every time we let her_ workings change us, we lost a little more. Slivers. You've heard the old story, Faust and Mephistopholes? It was a fairly common morality fable back home, about a clever and ambitious man who sold his soul to an devil for knowledge and power, and how things played out when the devil came to collect his due. But it's rubbish. No one's dumb enough to sell their soul like that. No, you lose it by inches, in a slow give-and-take, until you're not you anymore, and something terrifying owns you."
O: I sigh "You're right, staying with us is your best bet. Now you can come with us and do this thing, losing slivers of yourself along the way, or you can stay behind and lose all of yourself in one fell swoop when the person in charge sees you being 'boring'. You seem to have this impression that there's a good option here. All you've been doing is explaining how terrible an idea this is. So tell me: what's your bright idea? what's your perfect solution to fixing all of this that doesn't have any risk and doesn't cost any of us anything? It's easy to say no no no. Try to actually think of a way forward for once."
N: "Well, you were the one that pitched the good idea. We set up snares, traps, and lurk outside the keep for a while. We whittle away at the queen's forces. Strikes of opportunity. If we're very lucky, we get her with a small guard. If we're unlucky, then we pick a series of fights at advantageous positions, reducing the forces at her disposal and eroding their trust in her. Possibly nabbing some more magical items along the way. It's more than just sensible, its' good, solid tactics. It's how small forces defeat foes their numeric superior. There are risks, of course, but we can take intelligent steps to minimize them. Like, for instance, if we're expecting the queen and two gnolls, and we instead see an armored column of a hundred warg riders, then we'd have the sensible option of not engaging and just walking away, instead of being smack-dab in the middle of the whole benighted castle, utterly surrounded, and possibly inanimate."
O: I let out a slow, annoyed groan "So, I suggested an idea, then realized it wouldn't work, and you're still clinging to it? Better yet, you acknowledge my ability to think up an effective plan, but think my new one is completely idiotic and without any actual thought put in?"
N: Naethra sharpened her glare. "I thought your first plan was sensible. I think you're second one reeks of corruption. I think you've let your own desires weaken your thinking and now you're actively risking all of us for something that is utterly ridiculous. Right now, you seem to be suggesting that its principal virtue is that it's 'not boring'. Unless your visits with our lovely hostess have been notably different than mine, we don't know what the bleeding fuck that means! We're ignoring the sensible plan, risking everything on a tremendously unstable idea, because we think it might appease the whims of some perverted goddess!"
O: I stare at her, blinking for a moment, then motioning to my holly symbol "You do realize I'm a cleric right? Conveying the desires of deities is kind of my job."
N: She took a breath. She'd raised her voice with those last sentences, and that was seldom a good sign. "I didn't realize the worship of absent Violet had such generalizable skills. Can you also divine the intents and intentions of the Outsiders, Daemonlords, and Archfae?" Sarcasm dripped from her lips, but she thought it was a better choice than her last outburst.
O: I shrug "If I'm in their domain and their inclined to talk, yes. You haven't spent much time with clerics, have you?" I stare at her, as if looking at an idiot.
N: "No. I spent my time with more sensible company. But please, oh-wise heirophant, what is our hostess' bidding? What does she consider boring? Because she didn't seem to like Red's last clever idea. And she didn't like you playing around with Eve's pills. And I sincerely doubt she'll be broken up by our failure and subjugation. So please, enlighten me, how does playing to her whims by jumping face-first into an overly elaborate poorly conceived trap placate her desire to not be bored? From my, admittedly non-clerical, point of view, it looks like courting a quick doom rather than a slow one."
O: a scoff escapes my lips before I can stop it "I don't need my abilities as a cleric to figure out what happened to Red. Anything used to harm others is pearled, she bit the gnoll. So her mouth was considered a weapon. But you have it backwards. Deciding not to play her game is a quick doom, not a slow one. We don't do what she wants and she finishes us off here and now. Our choices are a guarantied instant loss, or a potential loss. I choose the potential loss, because at least it has a chance to succeed."
N: "This... this might be a productive topic. Red's horns were pearled when she head-butted Aeric. Her mouth was rendered round, lewd, and functionally inoperable when she bit down on the gnoll's cunt. I didn't see any pearly streaks on her lips. To me, at least, that suggests a different element in the works. Her horns are pearl, but they could still be used as weapons, in a pinch. Our weapons were tainted, but they're still usable as weapons. Red's lips were made so that she absolutely could not use them to bite someone she was eating out, specifically so they couldn't be used as weapons. It was a bold, clever, and slightly perverse decision, and it looks to me like our delightful hostess actively punished her for it. Tell me, why do you think her doom would be sudden? She seems content to overlook the villagers, and I can't imagine their lives pass her muster for 'interesting'.”
O: I sigh "You think I understand her? No, my job is to listen to her and tell people what she's saying. It's not about what I think, it's about what I'm told. You have two options: join us in our stupid plan that has a chance of working, or fuck off and go die alone. I'm not going to let your hand wringing kill us all."
N: "So... you don't understand her, but you know what she'll find interesting well enough to discard sensible strategy for her whims? Just what god do you worship, again?"
O: grab her collar and pull her in close, our faces nearly touching "Insult me all you want, but if you insult my devotion again it will be the last thing you ever do. Do you think I like having her telling me what she wants? Of course not. But I have this information so I'm going to fucking use it."
N: Naethra stared at her. She was taken aback by Oric's response, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. "Absent gods," she softly blashphemed, "would you kindly unhand me? I believe you have a date with someone's ass to attend to shortly. And I... need to weigh my chances of getting back to town alone."
O: I scoff, all but throwing her back "I guess that's all you amount to. So paralyzed by fear you can't even take the one risk that will save your life."
N: Naethra stammered to her feet. She looked around, and then returned her gaze to Oric. "I used to respect, you know. I thought you were the most sensible of all of us."
O: "And somehow doing whatever I can to help us survive has ruined that for you. What a shame. I'm heartbroken."I make sure every bit of that is dripping with sarcasm, just to be especially clear.
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Naethra watched Oric go. The conversation had been remarkably unproductive, but that's what you get for arguing with a dwarf. She had a tendency to change topics very energetically when she hazarded across a few areas. Unfortunately, rather than allaying any of her concerns, she now included grave concerns about Oric's objectivity on top of her doubts about the course of action.
How far gone was Oric? How much further could she last? How much further could any of them last?
If this plan went wrong, it would be the end. If it went right, it would probably be another grueling battle to hold onto her self, awash with unnatural sensations, and possibly one she wouldn't leave unscathed.
Alternatively, heading back to the village... she frowned as she tried to work things out. Simply getting back there was risky. They'd run across a goblin patrol already, but they'd also fought off ogres, giant wolves, and some type of plant creature. Any of those would overtake her alone. And if she did get back to town... at best, that was a staling move. If they won and moved on, then... well, supposedly, the asinine plan worked. If they didn't, then the goblins would swing back again and ransack the town looking for her, only with a proper idea of what she looked liked, and possibly of how they eluded detection in the first place.
"Titania's supple ass," she cursed in Sylvan. With a heavy sigh, she turned around and followed Oric and Eve to where the rest of the party was. She stopped, looked her companions, and finally spoke. "We should coordinate before this begins. When we're back to... well, 'normal', we'll need to focus. We're expecting three gnolls. We can try to focus on the queen while disabling the two bodyguards with webs, sleep, or blindness. Or, we could focus on taking out the lesser gnolls first so we don't have to deal with them while we finish off the tougher queen. And..." she groaned, "what would common place on a goblin? An item that wouldn't arouse suspicion, or give anyone cause to investigate more closely?"
She couldn't believe she was going to do this. She was reciting a growing litany of colorful, yet sadly magic-less, curses in her head.
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Retiaria looked over at Oric and Naethra, an ever-more awkward expression on her face as they argued it out. She did notice Naethra commenting positively on her own performance at one point, which certainly raised her spirits, but otherwise the whole thing was just unpleasant. She wasn't used to this bickering. Back home she and all her fellow combatants had simply followed the orders of their superiors, one had never needed to think any more than just how to get through the next fight with minimal injury and maximum crowd approval. Now she was one of a company of equals, and it seemed they all wanted to go their own way. It was... strange, to say the least.
Thankfully, Naethra eventually capitulated. She was obviously not happy with this plan, but it was clear the majority had accepted it, and so was she.
"We should coordinate before this begins. When we're back to... well, 'normal', we'll need to focus. We're expecting three gnolls. We can try to focus on the queen while disabling the two bodyguards with webs, sleep, or blindness. Or, we could focus on taking out the lesser gnolls first so we don't have to deal with them while we finish off the tougher queen. And... what would common place on a goblin? An item that wouldn't arouse suspicion, or give anyone cause to investigate more closely?"
"I say we take out the queen first. Immobilise the gnolls as best we can and blast the bitch while they're still struggling. She's the biggest threat, so she needs to go down first. Hell, maybe the gnolls'll give up once she goes down. As for what's common for a goblin, Eve- you know 'em better than we do, what do you say?"
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Eve returns to the stump in the middle of the clearing. "goblins.. they have their clothes, basic clothing.. Tools.. The pick up just about anything shiny."
She shrugs, "I can also carry you if you wanted, no one is going to search me. Or not, it doesn't matter to me." She waits for you to sort yourselves and offer your hands, "Is everyone ready now?"
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Oric:
I shrug and take her hand "Mind doing something different this time? New experiences and all that."
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"Getting less and less ready every second!" Retiaria admitted. "Let's do this, yeah?"
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Naethra grimaced. She favored Oric with a glare that said 'if this fails I will somehow find a way to haunt or curse you, even as an inanimate object.' Or, at least, that's what she hoped it said. She was still trying to work out how the logistics of that would go.
"This... this is bloody terrible, but marginally less suicidal than doing the sensible thing by myself. Just... something that could pass unnoticed on a goblin. On Lou. And best to spread out the counter-agent across the three of you."
She made eye contact with the Wizar and favored her with a nervous, smile. "Oh, and Lou... since... you'll probably be wearing me..." She approached the curvy wizard, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, as softly as she could, "don't trust the gnoll."
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The argument was something that surprised the dragonborn. She never seen any form of bickering that harsh in the temple. Though some of the words they said were expressively forbidden. Still least they came to some agreement, reluctant but least Naethra isn't going to leave them so soon. Still as they plot to how they will make their first attack the paladin ponders. "Wait, what if they got those dancing goblins with her? They really missed up the group at the town. We might want to make sure to deal with them fast if they happen to be around. Other then that, yeah, teach the leader a lesson and hope the rest drop their arms. I'll least provide us some boon from Aircame's will to give us a better chance." She said reassuringly as she gets ready for their attempt to get into the castle.
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"Let's do this then." Gwyn says to herself as she casts the disguise self spell, creating an illusion of one of the goblins they had previously defeated.
The illusion wrapped around her hiding the massive tail and the new fur, but she could still feel them just the same.
"How's this?"
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Eve nods, "It should get us past the gates anyway... you should smell like a goblin, but it will do."
she touches the four volunteers a tingling happens.. it's up to you to choose not to resist it.
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Oric:
I don't resist.
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"You look like a massive bitch, Gwen. So you should blend in nicely." Retiaria quipped with a grin. "Okay, let's do this!"
She was still nervous about the whole thing, but it was their best shot. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself not to push Eve's hand away, and let her magic do its thing.
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"I'm still me though. I'll watch over you, Red. Do the best I can."
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Naethra tries her best not to resist the magic.
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Duran takes a deep breathe before offering herself without resistance to the spell. "I hope this works..."
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Eve smiles and the four holding hands in a circle feel a slight tingle.. The tiefling sinks inward on herself becoming a shiny rock, she then sprouts a leather string becoming a crude bit of goblin jewelry. The dragonborn sinks down becoming a shoe insole perfectly sized for Gwen's shoe.
The dwarf and plant girl each shrink becoming a pair of simple broad copper rings chiming slightly as they bounce off each other.
She picks up the necklace and insole and hands them to Gwen.
She passes the rings to Lou, "They are sized for goblin toes.. I'm sure your fingers would work just as well."
The four are alert and calm.. Their minds are not invaded by the joys of inanimation. Rather, they are simply.. comfortable. None of the aches and pains that come with fleshy bodies. Even pressed under foot or having their entire beings penetrated is simply warm and somewhat pleasant, Something akin to a soft chair by a fire.
Unless they have a fetish of course..
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Retiaria couldn't help but smile at Gwen as she felt the magic's warm tingles spreading through her body. It was reassuring to know she had a friend watching her back. Or... whatever the equivalent would be for the form she was being shifted into.
She felt herself shrinking, becoming small, hard and round. What was she? Then she felt something growing from her. A tail? No... a string. She'd been turned into a pendant? Huh. It felt... strange, but not bad. Unlike last time, there was no foreign instinct to be what she'd been turned into pressing on her mind, it was just her. That had been what she'd been fearing most, so its absence came as a huge relief. She was able to just relax, waiting patiently to be put on.
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I gently take the items and I start with putting the pendant around my neck. Clasping it and letting it rest around my neck, and against my fur. The chain long enough for it to rest in the crevice of my bosom.
Next I removed my boot. And slipped in the insole. I brought my foot into it. Moving my toes to get the best fit and the balls of my feet press down as I stand normally.
"And they'll be ok??" I ask Eve
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Eve nods, "They are totally fine. I went as low power as I could. Just don't use them for stuff they aren't supposed to be used for."
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The dragonborn figured a boot would work well but an insole!? Of all things something that would be stuck under a heel and easily forgotten. Wait! That would be useful! So.. long as Gwen doesn't forget, it will be far harder for the Gnoll to notice a magical insole hiding in a boot then the boot itself being a magically transformed person. Now all she has to do is just focus and not ge-
There was a gasp coming from the insole when the ball of Gwen's foot presses against it. It felt way better then the dragonborn could thought or considered. Pressed down by the soft sole and housing those lovely toes made the dragonborn want to squirm in delight. Oddly despite holding up all the weight of the squirrel, no matter how light she is at this point, should be problematic, but the dragonborn found doing it rather easy and thus being rewarded with enjoying the foot she's now help keep comfortable. And it just felt so very good to feel that foot on her. If she could blush right now she easily would but regardless she could safely enjoy this hidden inside the boot she was trapped in. For how ever long it takes to get to the gnoll castle or... however long it takes to be remembered. yeah either way works right now for the foot loving dragon.
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My stomach turned a bit at being handed two... people. Inanimate transmutation is a tricky business but... well, I suppose it's necessary.
I clear my throat, and cast my spell again- it's nice to have some influence over my own form, even if I'm circumscribed in potential application. I shape the magic to pattern my form after one of the goblins we had run into previously... given that they were exclusively female, I stick to that, even if it makes me grumble internally.
Slipping both rings over adjacent fingers, I adjust my clothing. "Well... I'm still in the camp of this being a bad idea, but as I lack a better once, let's get on with it."
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Naethra braced herself for the invasive flow of perverted desires and cognitive distortion that marked her time as a mug, but found those invasive sensations largely absent. Her perspective was disjointed, and collapsing in on herself into a simple ring felt disconcertingly like falling, but aside from that... it was rather pleasant.
She worried that the mind-alterations might have been so subtle that they completely escaped her notice. But, paradoxically, worrying about that seemed to undermine its liklihood.
She felt good. Nothing particularly pleasurable, she realized, but rather a general absence of pain and discomfort. She briefly recalled the topical pain-balm she was given after a minor accident with a wizard's fire spell.
She tried to keep herself focused. She couldn't do anything now but wait and hope. She felt Lou slip her over a green finger, bumping against Oric (who she was certain was getting off on this). She certainly felt small and mundane, so at least that aspect of the plan was working. She tried to think of the conning fight, planning her first move and spell...
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Eve leads you along a trail. Before too long you arrive at a wall of shaved tree trunks lashed together with some sort of cord sunk into the ground. Each one is sharpened at the top, but none to a very fine point. She walks along the wall till she reaches a gate house manned by a goblin. She stops, "I have news for the queen open the door."
The goblin gives you all the stink eye..
(rolled to deceive the goblin with advantage, good news..you passed)
The goblin opens the door and lets you through. As Eve walks across the grassy ground, you realize this place is not as well stocked or manned as you had assumed. There are a few buildings, Only one has a door and it is secured by some manner of lock. Eve however leads you to the corner of the compound where there is a three story wooden tower. "This is where she has her throne, and her loot."
She moves past the two sleepy looking goblin guards and into the bottom floor chamber. A single Gnoll relaxes against the wall, but Eve moves to the stairs and climbs them to the second floor.
There you see her.. Flanked by two fierce looking armored gnolls is.. An enormously fat Jackal of a gnoll! The guards each have a haze of.. something around their heads and she looks at Eve, "What news do you have.. what is going on?" Her eyes flash..
Eve Stands stiff, "I've come to betray you and brought adventurers!" She gasps and covers her mouth before snapping her fingers and undoing her magics..
Oric and Naethra stand holding hands with Lou, Red and Gwen share an embrace, and Duran appears on her back under the bard tongue out licking her now bare foot. "Of course one of you would have a fetish..."
The Queen leans forward masive bulk shifting.. "WHat is the meaning of this!" She snarls upsetting a plate of food that falls to the floor "Explain yourselves! What have you done my Eve?"
(Feel free to write a post including your thoughts and feelings about the gnoll fort, be sure to include...
Roll for iniative!
if you want some sweet boss fight music.. I recomend https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiUb2ImpzaQ )
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Retiaria found herself rather enjoying her time as a necklace. It wasn't the single-minded bliss of fulfilling a purpose, like she'd experienced last time she's been turned into an item, but was more like a combination of a long nap in a comfy bed, and a warm, relaxing bath. With nothing else to do, she let herself just float...
Suddenly, the comfortable haze was gone. A moment of... twisting... and then she was herself again, arms wrapped around Gwen's neck. "Okay, I'm big enough to admit I was wrong- that was actually pretty fun."
Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before she pulled away, Retiaria turned and saw the queen for the first time. "Fucking hell, you really are one fatass bitch, ain't ya? Alright Jiggly, let's fuckin' do this! Eve's free now, and soon all your brainwashed bitches will be too!"
[Initativity: 16+2= 18]
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Duran could only see darkness and thus knows not of how heavily guarded the gnoll leader is. More so, she doesn't even know how long it's been and for a moment didn't care. Not when she had something so wonderful pressing into her with every step. Was the walk short? Hours long? Days? It almost didn't matter at all until everything snapped too and the dragonborn realized she was laying there on her back, licking the now bare foot. She probably wouldn't even noticed that right away if it wasn't for the comment about someone having a fetish...
Turning onto her belly and right next to Gwyn, she looked forward towards the leader of the gnolls. It, wasn't quite what she expected. If anything, she assumed she would be fierce looking like the two guards that stand before her or as mighty as the Demigod Nebrix herself. Yet here she was as a large and certainly in charge gnoll. Not that the once pudgy dragonborn can say anything about it.
Trying to keep her composure and work on standing, Duran stared down the fat gnoll. "We are here to make you pay for all the crimes you have committed along with the oppression you placed upon the poor people of this land!" Yeah that,s total hero paladin talk. Just like in the stories. "I would say 'surrender now' but I strongly doubt you will at this current point."
[Initiative: 6 - 1 = 5 and let's face it this makes sense anyway]
[HP:28/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Torch Mode.]
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Eve looks confused when you call the gnoll a fat ass..
The queen grins, "oh.. is she now.. Eve.. if these meddlers haven't thrown down their weapons in one minute turn what passes for your magic on yourself. I could go for another of those chocolate puff pastries."
Eve whimpers looking at her as she lifts her hands to her chest.
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Oric:
I'm ready the moment I return to my body, or at least close to it. But once she gives her instruction to Eve I immediately realize our mistake "Damnitweneedtokeeptalking! Louderisbetterjustdon'tletanyonehearwhatshe'ssaying!" (damn it we need to keep talking! Louder is better just don't let anyone hear what she's saying!) and then proceed to yell until someone else takes up the job. (hopefully soon)
[initiative 17-1=16]
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The walk inside the castle is....a little disappointing to Gwyn, yes there was sex in some of the rooms they passes, but boring sex. She understood why the lady of excess would want this gone. Then there was just a room of people doing paperwork. These monsters!!!
The they passed some more rooms, nope there it all is. Wow....Can't even describe it...but Gwyn started to try to think of how to explain it. Her job as a bard is on the line for future stories. Kinda wanted to join in, but nope, focus on the task at hand.
It was a bit of a surprise to find all the magic undone so quickly. But wasn't going to complain about Red wrapped around her. She dropped her own illusion, leaned in and kissed her.
"Ready for action?"
She looked and heard what Oric was trying. Eve already had the command, but Gwyn could do her part and started to prepare a spell to basically deafen Eve for the short term future. "I got this, Oric."
(Intit 14+3=17)
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Naethra tried to take in as much of the keep as she could. Although, she soon found herself thinking of it more like a bandit's camp, from the old stories. Little in the way of fortification, probably built around this one pre-existing structure. Who built it, though? The gnoll and goblins certainly didn't seem to have that prowess. She did notice the odd juxtaposition of casual debauchery and mundane work, and the overall small force. They might have a chance of pulling this off.
To her tremendous surprise, Eve didn't betray them or bungle the reveal! Naethra readied herself, registering the cruel command the queen gave. Oric's plan was noble, but already doomed. Would killing the queen on time even stop it?
That wasn't the goal, she realized. The queen wanted them to surrender to save Eve. That wasn't going to happen. Eve... Would be an acceptable casualty in this fight.
However...
"It's top late to drown out the command, but you could restrain or incapacitate her to keep her from carrying it out!" she screamed to be heard over Gwyn and Oric's yelling.
(initiative = 11)
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I tried to keep my head down as we headed into the compound. Why did I go along with this? I mean... yes it's the best option, but... anyway, I try not to draw attention to myself.
The place is smaller than I would have guessed... but okay, word of mouth and fearsome reputation can inflate any premises.
And then, suddenly, we go for a surprise? But announce it "I thought we were... why did we announce things?" I hiss "If we wanted to take her down just open with a lightning bolt or something!"
All in all, I'm caught a bit flat-footed.
((1+2 = 3 on the old initiative))
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The two gnolls on either side ready large pole axes and step forward, but they don't get any hits in before..
(Red's turn)
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Darting between the two guards, Retiaria jumped and rolled behind the queen, twirling her trident in a showy move before thrusting it at her back.
[Hit: 17+4= 21
Damage: 4+4= 8]
All the while, she was yelling "HEYSOMYBUDDYSAYSWEGOTTAMAKEALOTOFNOISESOI'MYELLINGSOYOUCAN'TDOYOURMAGICBULLSHITRARARARABLALALA!"
((If the throne makes it impossible to get behind her, then she'll move to the queen's side instead. I'm trying to get the queen between Red and the guards, but if only one guard is blockable this way then so be it.))
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The queen lets out a small moan and looks at the all of the yelling not very impressed..
(go go Gwyn!)
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Looking around there seems to be a lot of options and not one solid one. I decide to try to get rid of the new henchmen while they focus on the queen. Best not waist a spell on noise, when we can just yell.
"SO RED DO YOU WANT TO GO ON A DATE WHEN THIS IS ALL OVER? I HOPE YOU LIKE FUR!" I move my furry butt over to gnoll1 and lunge with my rapier.
Hit: 13
Damage : 4
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The gnoll casually swats aside the rapier thrust and swings with a heavy maul.... Completely missing the squirrelly bard. She snaps her teeth at Gwyn and misses with that too.
Oric's turn.
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Retiaria's eyes went wide as she stopped fighting for a moment, her face darkening in a blush. "EEEE! Yes! I've never been on a real date before! Oh, this is so sweet!"
Then she shook her head and returned to her fighting stance. "Ack, back in the game! We gotta focus, deal with this fat slut first then we can talk about that date!"
Alas, in her shock she'd forgotten to keep yelling.
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Oric:
Everyone's in good shape, so my healing magic isn't needed yet. While the fortress isn't that heavily staffed, it would be best to finish this before others arrive. "Heavenly light of wisdom, guiding hand of fate, show us the way to bestow justice upon this world, and grant freedom to those trapped here. Guiding Bolt!" the glowing lance fires from my holy symbol, flying directly at the gnoll queen.
[Level 2 guiding bolt: 16+5 = 21 to hit
damage: 5d6 = 5+4+3+3+5= 20 damage to gnoll queen, and the next attack on her has advantage]
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The queen gasps and moans as the light flows over her.
The other guard charges slamming her shoulder into Oric knocking the dwarf to the ground. She then slams a large mace down into her.
(Oric takes ten damage and is knocked prone)
Naethra's turn
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There really wasn't much of a plan, but it had already fallen apart. Naethra swore she'd learn some useful binding spell the next chance she got... if she lived that long, and could figure out how to learn spells...
Well, at least for the moment nothing was focusing her. She'd get to live a few more heartbeats, at any rate. And the yelling was giving her a headache.
But Oric had given her an opening, and she decided to press it for all it was worth.
(Naethra casts Chromatic Orb at level 2, and empowers the damage with a sorcery point = 20 (!?) + 5 = 25. So... that's 8 d8s, and rerolling the lowest 2 for the Empowerment = 5 +2 + 5 + 2 + 8 + 6 + 5 +5 = 38 thunder damage))
Naethra made the chromatic orb catalyze in a thunderclap, hoping to pause the yelling and propositioning.
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the queen rocks back on her heels from the massive strike. She pants out in ragged gasps, "Defend me you fools!"
The two guards each take a bonus action!
This time the maul strikes true! Gwen takes 12 damage
The mace continues to smash down on the prone dwarf Oric takes 8 damage
The queens eyes flash looking at Naethra she must make a con based saving throw.
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Duran was beyond not pleased by the gnoll's declaration to Eve. One minute. One Minute is all they have to save Eve from a terrible fate. To make it worse, the constant yelling hitting Duran's ears as the other's shout were rather confusing. "I don't know why everyone's yelling! But free Eve of that command and surrender to justice now." She focused a bit upon a prayer for Aircame. "Oh mighty god, give us strength to overcome the wicked that taint our land..." She called for once again a blessing to herself, the still tiefling and the dwarf on the ground.
[Duran Casts Bless! on Duran, Oric, and Red]
[Bless - Up to three targets are affected, Concentrate for one minute. Whenever they make an attack or saving throw until the spell ends, they add 1d4 to the roll.]
[HP:28/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 2/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Torch Mode. Blessed! Concentration - Bless]
Bless - Add 1d4 to saving throw or attack roll. Wears off in one minute or Duran loses Concentration
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That was the most beautiful spell she'd ever worked. It had come together, the magic within her, crystalized by will, into a shimmering chromatic orb of light and sound to the most forceful impact she could have hoped to achieve.
And the gnoll queen was still standing.
"Maeve's tits," she muttered in Sylvan as the queen glared at her.
(Con save = 11 + 2 = 13)
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The gnoll queen lifts her foot and stomps down..
From Naethra's perspective she can somehow see it coming down at her crumpling her body like it was a paper doll..
Everyone else sees Naethra compress into a flat disk of herself with a broad pawprint impression..
(Naethra may make no actions till she passes another con save)
Lou's turn
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The gnoll casually swats aside the rapier thrust and swings with a heavy maul.... Completely missing the squirrelly bard. She snaps her teeth at Gwyn and misses with that too.
"huh...maybe the squirrel thing made me more agile??" I question as he misses me, but at the same time I did miss him.
Retiaria's eyes went wide as she stopped fighting for a moment, her face darkening in a blush. "EEEE! Yes! I've never been on a real date before! Oh, this is so sweet!"
Then she shook her head and returned to her fighting stance. "Ack, back in the game! We gotta focus, deal with this fat slut first then we can talk about that date!"
Alas, in her shock she'd forgotten to keep yelling.
"EXCELLENT! LETS SMOKE THESE FOOLS!" I shout back trying to keep the shouting up, well, until...
This time the maul strikes true! Gwen takes 12 damage
"OW FUCK NUGGETS" I shout as the maul smarts hard.
Everyone else sees Naethra compress into a flat disk of herself with a broad pawprint impression..
"NAETHRA!!!!" I helplessly shout. More determined to win this fight....somehow.
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I come to the realization that someone is swearing, loudly, in goblin. It occurs to me a few moments later that the voice doing so is mine. In my defense, I've only had the voice a short while, it's disorienting. I focus on the threat- the one calling the shots, the head of the snake, the... other, equally apt metaphors. This is just all so FRUSTRATING! Nothing makes sense! Well, it all has an internal logic I suppose but that's not the same thing as /sense/ and... UGH! I reach for the power that infuses all things, the mana the fills the space between spaces, the unstable, erotic power that permeates this whole place, and open myself as a conduit to it, channeling it as a focused, sustained beam at the gnoll queen, which continues to arc and shimmer from my extended hand to her, rippling over her.
((Witch bolt with a level 2 spell slot. 17+5=23 to hit. 2d12 = 6+6 = 9 damage. I can use my action for as long as I maintain concentration to deal 1d12 automatically))
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The queen moans twisting in place the grinding of her foot distorting the Naethra disk..
Red's turn
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"NAETHRA, NO!" Retiaria yelled as her plant friend was flattened into a disc under the gnoll queen's foot. "DAMN IT, GET THE FUCK OFF HER, YOU FAT BITCH!"
She feinted an attack at the queen's butt, then dipped her trident at the last moment to thrust at her ankle instead, trying to knock her off of the Naethra disc.
[Superiority die spent: feinting attack.
Hit: 10/18+1+4= 23
Damage: 5+7+4= 16]
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The queen lets out an orgasmic cry and vanishes in a puff of pink smoke leaving a jeweled key behind... but the smoke flows around the tower room inhaled by the gnoll with the maul as that gnoll grows fatter her eyes taking on a distinct pink cast..
The other guard and Eve recoil but only for a fraction of a second before they both start to act as if this where completely normal.
(Gnoll 1 for the folks at home, currently engaged with Gwyn
Naethra may make her con save before she acts and gains advantage on the save)
Gwyn's turn
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"Hah! Yes!" Retiaria gave a celebratory fist pump. "Take that, you fucking b- oh, come on!"
That last part was in response to the smoke entering the guard, who plumped up considerably.
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Duran grins as just like that they win quickly. only to watch as the gnoll vanishes into smoke and possesses the nearby one with the maul. Duran's eyes widen, not out of fear of this trick but knowing something much worse will soon happen. "Eve! You need to get out of here! NOW!" The paladin warned.
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I watch as my adversary grows larger by the moment, "uh...this isn't good."
"Can someone grab the key? And can someone kill the other Gnoll so she doesn't jump again?" I ask while I try to figure out my plan of attack. I need to help Naethra, "You can do it, Naethra! Fight her spell!"
(Naethera gains Bardic Inspiration. Add 1d6 to any attack, damage or saving throw roll)
Back to focusing on the queen. This worked before. Maybe it will work now. I stand strong before the Queen. Hands on hips. she hears my voice in her ear from behind. "Fear me."
[Cast Dissonant Whispers - Wis DC 13]
[Failed save take 18 damage and get as far from me as possible. Save take half damage.]
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The new queen recoils and moves away from Gwen pressing herself behind the throne.
She then scowls and and swings her hips in Orics direction..
(Oric make a con save)
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[11+3= 14 to con save...]
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From Oric's perspective a gnollish rear the size of a house descends for her exerting massive pressure..
but she is able to shake it off and act normally.
Oric's turn!
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There was time for Naethra to be terrified as she saw the gnoll's paw come crashing down. Juxtaposed against the gravid gnoll before her, both in front of her and far above her.
It... wasn't as painful as she imagined being crushed to death would be. It was also, thankfully, bereft of the perverse pleasure of harm in this realm.
And then she was... flat. Utterly unable to move. The gnoll atop her, the stench of her paw suffocating, the pressure of her impossible weight bearing down, threatening to overwhelm her, pushing her.
Nothing worked. Every muscle she screamed at to move remained motionless, impacted tight. The smell was overpowering. She found she could move her face, and briefly entertained the notion of biting the gnoll's paw, but stopped when she recalled what happened to Red when she tried something like that... and the fact that she didn't have teeth.
And then the fight pressed on. She couldn't see exactly what happened, but the gnoll queen was felled, her impossible weight was gone, reality seemed more stable, less... well, less like it was forcing her to be compacted into a disc. But the fighting was still going on... that whole 'cut off the head' thing seemed terribly optimistic...
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Oric:
I manage to barely resist being smooshed by that rear, but I don't have time to feel relieved. I grab the gnolls leg as I stand up [athletics check 16+1=17], sending her falling back onto her ass. With a confident growl I step forward, "Enjoy". The word isn't filled with any magic, but with the force of pure sexuality. Positioning myself over her head, and fall down onto my ass, planting myself directly on her face and holding her head with my thighs. [if an additional check is needed I rolled a spare d20 and got a 20 for planting myself on her face and making her enjoy me]
edit: Oric gets a 17+1=18 for performance of this, for no mechanical reason.
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The gnoll yelps as she falls on her back then gasps in confusion as the rear slams down on her face.
She seems at least momentarily disoritented as she attempts to shove the dwarf from her face, (opposed grapple check, gnoll at disadvantage from that epic ass slam Oric rolls modified 20, after disadvantage, gnoll does not do as well.)
Naethra's turn
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Oric:
I manage to keep my position, grinding against her face as my hips sway slightly side to side "Take her down while I have this one pinned!"
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Naethra struggled against being two-dimensional.
(re-rolled: 7 + 4 +2 = 13)
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(13 doesn't quite do it)
Even with the pressure gone Naethra can't quite bring herself back into shape remaining instead comfortably flat and ready to be trod upon.
Duran's turn
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Duran considers grabbing the key but wouldn't be able to help much after that as the other two gnolls stand out of the way of a good macing and her friends in need of healing also wouldn't be close enough. Rather, with one pinned down, she chased the new fat gnoll trying to hide behind the chair in order to swing her mace towards her. Trying to strike true and help finish her off quickly. If it hits, the mace once again radiates with divine energy as the dragonborn shouts out. "JUSTICE!"
[Duran Smashes Gnoll 1 or is it now Gnoll Queen? either way!
Hit: 12 + 5 + 4 = 21
Damage: 6 + 3 = 9 piercing! ]
[Divine Smite: 2 + 8 = 10 bonus Radiant Damage!]
[HP:28/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 1/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Torch Mode. Blessed! Concentration - Bless]
Bless - Add 1d4 to saving throw or attack roll. Wears off in one minute or Duran loses Concentration
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Stepping to the throne Duran takes a mighty swing at the Gnoll Queen who moans lewdly..
Lou's turn.
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"You know." I can't help but snark" You're being quite rude, hanging around where it's been made clear you aren't wanted." I point at her with one hand, thumb and pinkie finger tucked in, three remaining fingers splayed and glowing as an orb of light arcs from each of them and into the gnoll queen. "This was bound to happen eventually, the least you can do is attempt some grace in defeat."
((magic missile! 1+2+3+3 = 9 damage))
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Your energy flows out of your body.. in the form of three blown kisses that strike causing minor moans each time.
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"Take her down while I have this one pinned!"
"Gotcha!"
Slinging her shield, Retiaria retrieved her net and swung it around her head, hurling it at the remaining guard gnoll. Alas, it sailed wide. Cursing, she grabbed up the queen's key before shrugging the shield back into her hand.
[Hit was (9+1+4= 14]
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The net does fly wide.
Gwyn's turn
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I tried to think what would be most advantageous to us, and I focus on Gnoll Queen .
"Queenie, You are so insecure seeing how hot we are that you had to steal a new body, and you still don't compare. Pfft." I deliver my insult to keep her distracted.
Also Naethra gets bardic inspiration! (1d6 to the attack roll or saving throw of her choice)
[Vicious Mockery - WIS Save DC 13 - FAIL: 3 Damage & disadvantage on the next attack roll ]
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The queen simply laughs off the insults not overly disturbed by them. Rather she she glares at Duran and with a twist of her body slams her massive hips into the Dragonborn.
(Duran takes 8 damage and must make a con based saving throw)
It is now Oric's turn
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Oric:
I make sure my thighs are properly positioned, holding the gnoll in place, then roughly bounce my ass up and down on her face, grinding her into it as I cast my spell "Divine light of wisdom, take mercy on these victims of circumstance, free them from their captors and grant enlightenment!"
[Guiding bolt: natural 20 on the gnoll queen! 10d6 damage = 6 + 3 + 6 + 6 + 1 + 5 + 4 + 2 + 6 + 2 = 41 damage, and if she's still alive, the net attack on her has advantage]
As the bolt hits I brace myself down on the gnoll under my ass, preparing for her to change and definitely not just enjoying having someone squeezed between my thighs.
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The queen's eyes widen as her body evaporates with a loud moan of pleasure.. the pink smoke flows over the ground and into the gnoll under Oric who grows and plumps her body rippling with power...
Eve kicks the door to the tower shut and locks it. "Take out that last body.. I have a plan!"
The new queen doesn't bother trying to shove the dwarf away and simply bites her on the rear dealing 7 damage and requiring a con save.
Naethra disks turn.
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Oric:
I let out a sharp gasp as I'm bitten "Ow! That hurt!"
[con roll: natural 1]
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There is nothing wrong with a little nibble... as oric feels her body collapse in on itself...
The gnoll queen stands up holding a little plate with a little cupcake.. Oric's eyes can be seen blinking beneath her frosting cap..
(Oric will need to pass a con save before she can be fully eaten.. unfortunately she looks... about the size of a single bite for the gnoll...)
Banging from the trap door shows that the gnollish guards are finally getting their act together.
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Admittedly, being a flattened disc was surprisingly comfortable, once a murderously obese gnoll wasn't standing on you. It, sadly, wasn't the worst thing to happen to Naethra this week. Still, she struggled, trying to will her magic out of the prison her flattened form had become. It may have been her imagination, but she thought she got herself to wiggle a bit.
The big queen was down, but there was still fighting. She could hear that, but she couldn't quite make sense of what, exactly, had gone disastrously wrong.
A thought occured. If they were going to fail here and now, she damned well wanted to say 'I told you so' to Oric's ass-licking face. She struggled anew.
(con save = 12 + 2 = 14! Does Naethra get an action this turn, or is that it for now?)
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Although it's a struggle to leave that comfortable one inch thick state... Naethra goes back to her normal shape with a slight popping sound and may act.
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Duran was rather for a swing, a strike. A threat, or hell even a grapple. But what she wasn't ever prepared for was the mighty bootycheck that strikes her hard! Upside, the one that got her good vanished into smoke.
[Con Save 2 +2 + 2 = totally not enough]
[HP:20/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 1/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Torch Mode. Blessed! Concentration - Bless]
Bless - Add 1d4 to saving throw or attack roll. Wears off in one minute or Duran loses Concentration
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Duran feels massive pressure from the mighty booty check flinging her into the wall and flattening her into an inch thick disk with a butt print right on her face.
(Duran must make a con save on her turn to return to form, her next save gets advantage)
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Naethra staggered to her feet and...
"What the fuck?" she muttered aloud. She saw Duran become flattened, the gnoll queen was still alive, and holding a cupcake with... eyes. And Oric was nowhere to be seen.
Well, this seemed like a good time to pull out everything she had, before the fat bitch had a chance to squash her again. She'd been pondering a spell, a glamour of sorts, that could help keep her in the fight until the end...
(Naethra casts mirror image with her last 2nd level slot.)
She darted, in no particular direction, her two illusory clones doing similar. Anxious from her period still and flat, she reached for the font of power within her and called it forth. She felt the magic suffuse her, course through her body and arc across her fingers, mirrored in her illusory reflections. As one, they all lift the focus on their left hands and called forth an orb of color and lightning, flinging it at the gnoll.
(Naethra uses her last two sorcery points to cast quicken Chromatic Orb, making it count as a bonus action: d20 = 4 + 2 (prof) +3 (charisma) + 3 (bardic inspiration) = 12, so that's not happening. Shame, since the damage roll would have been 3d6 = 14 hypothetical damage.)
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the spell flys wide sizzling in the air.
(Duran's turn)
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[Concentration Save with Disadvantage: 10 + 2+ 2(d4) = 14, 6 + 2 + 3 = 11. 11 passes barely]
Getting use to being stuck as nothing more then a disk felt bit harder then when she was a rag or shoes. Those felt like the purpose was immediate and easy to grasp where she still trying to figure out why she's a flat disk of herself. Trying to work out the purpose of this form, nearly lost her focus but she couldn't let those thoughts falter her need to keep Red and Oric fighting the hip checking Gnoll Queen. Besides, things aren't all bad being nice, flat and round. It didn't hurt at least and Naethra didn't seem to mind it either or else she been talking bout how horrible the experience was. It certainly could be worse and with how nice things are going she's sure they can handle the Gnoll Queen and Eve will be fine and not... doom herself. Wait...
[Saving Throw with Advantage: 12 + 2 + 3(d4) = 17, 3 + 2 + 3(d4) = 8. 17 should pass right? If somehow not, disregard what's next.]
"Eve!" realizing time isn't on their side and the gnoll's danger of ruining herself if they don't stop the Gnoll Queen quickly was enough to pop the dragonborn back to her full form. However her horror only got worse as she searched and found The Gnoll Queen holding a small cupcake with eyes. There's no sign of a familiar dwarf unless by some luck she's standing behind said fat gnoll and out of Duran's vision. "ORIC!!" Rushing forth, the dragonborn tries to swing her mace to smack the gnoll queen from her tasty prize! Or take her out. Whichever comes first!
[Duran Smash bad Gnoll Queen rather weakly...]
[Hit: 7 + 5 + 1 = 12]
[DMG: 8 + 3 + 2(I forget about dueling passive) = 13 piercing damage]
[HP:20/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 1/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses / Channel Divinity: Available]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Torch Mode. Blessed! Concentration - Bless]
Bless - Add 1d4 to saving throw or attack roll. Wears off in one minute or Duran loses Concentration
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The swing goes wide as the Gnoll cackles to herself.
Lou's turn, Red's turn, Gwen's turn.
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That was... what the hell kind of magic was that?? Motes of pure arcane power somehow blown kisses? Still looking like this goblin I had disguised myself as didn't help either. I meant to make myself more intimidating before we started, but things began pretty much all at once, and I don't have the mental effort to spare at the moment to fix it just now. I reached again for the chaotic energy of this world,shaping it with my will and... oh who am I kidding, it's not going to come out looking cool, and effectiveness is important if the dwarf is to avoid being eaten... maybe going with it will work this time? I blow kisses at the queen, blushing at doing so.
((magic missile. 2+4+2+3 = 11 damage))
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Lou could almost swear she felt a finger stroke her long green ear.. a half heard whisper.. "my sweet Layla...You learn this place.."
Another kiss appears smacking into the fat ass of your target.
(3 extra damage to the gnoll queen.. Don't count on it happening all that often.)
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"Fucking fuck!" Retiaria swore as her comrades started falling. At least Naethra was back up- and there were two of her now?-, but Duran and Oric had both gone down in quick succession, one as another disc (what was with these discs anyway? The queen certainly seemed fond of them for some reason) and the other as a cupcake, being raised up to the queen's mouth even as Retiaria watched.
"Oric! I got you! Just... shake it off, yeah?"
[Bardic inspiration to the Oricupcake]
Sprinting over towards the gnoll, she snarled "Munch on this instead, bitch!" as she thrust her trident at the queen's hand. Alas, she was too careful to avoid Oric, and ended up missing the queen entirely. Grunting in annoyance, she pulled her arm back for another thrust, this time delivering a well aimed jab to the gnoll queen's paw- and catching the dwarven cupcake cleric between the trident's tines. With a well practised twist of her wrist, the cake was flicked from the queen's grasp. With both hands full, Retiaria had to think fast- her tail shot out to try and catch the cupcleric as it fell.
[Hit: 3+4+4= 11
ACTION SURGE! WOO! RARGH!
Hit: 13+3+4= 20
SD used for Disarming strike. Gnoll Queen makes a DC 12 Strength save or drops Oric.
Damage: 1+4+4= 9
Acrobatics roll to catch Oric: 15+4=19]
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The stab through the paw seems to trouble her just a bit as she squirms slightly, but keeps a grip on her treat.
"Your gonna be good and juicy!"
(gwen's turn)
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I shiver at the whisper. It... I can't help but mouth the question 'Layla?' The... casual familiarity with which the voice addressed me was possibly more unnerving than anything else. I couldn't pretend not to know who or what she meant by 'Layla', not really, even if I didn't embrace it, and the persistent touches, certainly deliberate reminders that I am effectively naked, at this being's mercy. It's /exciting/. What? No! Of course not that, it's just the... how damage effects people here, obviously. I will still find a way to right myself.
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Looking at the situation, I try to think of something save Oric. I send a whisper into the queen' s ear. "Don't eat the cupcake. Drop it and RUN"
[Dissident Whispers - Wis DC 13 - Fail: 10 damage and in pain and must move as far away as possible - save: half damage.]
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The queen raises her eye brow as Gwyn's magic washes over her but she manages to mostly resist it's effects.
(Oric rolls a save)
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Oric:
[save: 13+3=16]
[rolling to flop on her: 19+?=??]
Struggling against my tiny, sweet and delicious prison I manage to return to my full bodied form... right in her hand. With a startled yelp I flop on top of her, knocking her to the floor and landing on top.
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The queen yelps as she falls to the ground hand full of dwarf. She frowns and snaps at the cleric.
(10 damage, crit!)
She bites down on Oric's neck as she quickly dwindles away into a tiny chocolate drop.. the queen tosses Oric into her mouth chews a moment then swallows.
Her rear seems to plump and jiggle as she calms slightly. From that expanded rear you can see a hand struggling to push out and an impression of Oric's face that sinks in.. Seems she's not fully gone.. yet..
(Oric has disadvantage on death saves.)
(Naethra, Duran, Lou's turn)
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She wasn't fast enough. With a bite and a gulp the gnoll queen swallowed her friend whole. But seeing her face and hand made it clear it wasn't too late. She needs to get Oric out, and she needs to get Oric out now. But is a swing enough? What if the gnoll vanishes into smoke along with Oric? But... she might be free afterwards. There isn't time to think this out as every moment is another second of losing the dwarf! Without any remaining hesitation, she made a swing, but rather then go for the big gut, she tries to strike the gnoll's slide. Hoping to miss the dwarf inside if she manages to cut on through or something similar. "You just made your biggest mistake!"
[Duran tries to cut Oric free!]
[Hit: 10 + 5 + 4 = 19]
[DMG: 6 + 3 + 2(duel passive) = 11 piercing damage]
[HP:20/28] [HD: 3/3] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 15/15]
[Spell Slots: 1/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses / Channel Divinity: Available / Inspiration: Available]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Torch Mode. Blessed! Concentration - Bless]
Bless - Add 1d4 to saving throw or attack roll. Wears off in one minute or Duran loses Concentration
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She moans as the swing strikes true.. 'Oh... you'll be a tasty one!"
Oric jiggles as pleasure floods the queens body even her jiggly ass.
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Duran retorts as she growls. "I'll make you eat those words!!"
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Oric:
Being a part of her ass is... terrifying. and thrilling. I know I need to get out. I'm doing my best to escape, pushing on her skin as I try and escape. The surge of pleasure causes me to wriggle briefly, sending my mind swimming briefly before I return to my attempts at escape.
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((FYI for those of you who might have missed it in the chat, Alice said we can go out of order seeing as we all get a turn before the queen.))
"Hah, I knew you could beat it! Now let's kickher a-Shit, Oric!" Retiaria yelled, grimacing as the dwarf regained her form only to get turned back into candy a moment later- and immediately disappear into the gnoll queen's mouth.
"Damn it." she cursed, shaking her head. Oric was gone. She was still struggling, inside the queen's body, but would defeating the queen bring Oric back or cause her to suffer the same fate as the queen? No way of knowing. What she did know was that sometimes people went down, and they'd all go the same way if they stopped fighting. No other option. Jabbing at the queen's belly, she then stepped in close, spinning her trident around to hook its shaft behind the queen's leg in an attempt to topple her.
[SD spent: Trip attack. DC 12 STR save to avoid going prone.
Hit: 10+4+4= 18
Damage: 5+1+4= 10]
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The strike lands true and she is knocked off balance falling backwards her entire weight landing on her rear.
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Still, as I struggle to figure out just what is going on and how I fit into all of this, something occurs to me. Something commonly pronounced 'Eureka!'
I may not understand the rules of this place entirely, but it /does/ appear to have rules. Rules just as definite and exploitable as those I am familiar with, and what sort of wizard would I be if I pouted at not understanding the rules rather than trying to codify them? Let's see, how best to do this...
"You." I say, gesturing to the gnoll, leaning forward with my hands clasped and elbows touching in front of me. That was an... acutely odd sensation, making attempts to show off my, erm, 'assets' rather than downplaying the, but I understand the concept of a somatic component enhancing a spell, and that's all this is, really.
I continue my taunt "You are a glutton. You were always going to bite off more than you could chew one of these days. Still, you look cute down there, on your ass, and if you manage to stay down for once, I think we can make it worth your while." I wink, and blow more kisses. Likely the strangest incantation I've ever uttered, but we all make sacrifices to further the cause of arcane study.
((magic missiles and my last spell slot, 1+2+4+3 = 10 damage))
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The Queen shudders in orgasm as the blown kisses strike.. Then pink smoke flows away revealing not a gnoll, but rather a humanoid domestic dog. She is nowhere near the level of fat that the queen was, but she is clearly plump, wearing Oric's misfitting clothing and seemingly unconscious.
The smoke starts to flow to the trap door when Eve bends down and takes a deep breath of it.
"Use that key.. Escape through the upper floor windows while they are all pounding on the door! Feel free to help yourself to some of her treasure too" She takes another deep breath as her body starts to fatten, "Thanks for everything."
She presses her hands to her body as she sinks to her knees over the trap door, "Who's magic is useless now?" She plumps and grows, but her body also starts to turn grey. She smiles, one of her eyes reflecting fear as she becomes a statue, an idol of gluttony completely covering the trap door to the lower level.
There is a jeweled lock that matches the key. There are no windows on this level and the pounding is getting more instant and can be heard even through the statue.
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My manner reverts quite suddenly "Well-" I clear my throat, brushing myself off and channeling the energy of my alter self spell to re-take the form I had when I arrived in this world, while it lasts. I hold it for a moment then sigh, letting this spell dissipate altogether. Now's likely not the time to pick that fight. Not until I have better weapons. "We should likely leave, you heard the woman... this way she said?" I head off in the direction she indicated, preferring not to fight the whole pack of guards, I'm exhausted.
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"Well, shit." Retiaria muttered as she watched Eve bloat out and then petrify herself. Laying a hand on the stone gnoll's arm, she said "Thanks Eve. We won't forget this."
She gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning away and collecting her net. Taking the key she'd picked up, she offered it to the group. "No idea what this is for, but we might need it to get out of here. Duran! Grab Oric, make sure she's okay. I didn't take any hits in that fight, so I'll be the rear guard. Move!"
While she waited for the others to get moving, she gave the room a quick scan for useful items, or failing that, valuable ones, and grabbed what she could.
[Perception 8+1= 9]
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Naethra had never seen anything quite like this before. She hesitated once Oric was eaten, unsure if she was dead, or if pressing the attack against the gnoll queen would kill her. But, it seemed, Red, Duran, and Lou responded faster to uncertainty than she did. She had just made up her mind to kill the gnoll, with fire, when Lou landed the killing blow.
And then she was about to fire her spell at the canine thing left behind before realization dawned.
"Oric?"
She shook her head. No one incapacitated Eve, and she had turned herself to stone after... well, absorbing the queen's essence, she supposed. Clever, if a tad dramatic. There had to have been a better way, but... well, an acceptable casualty.
She nodded at Red's words and began moving.
"I'm still in good shape. And I still have some spells in me. I'll cover the front."
She took an examination of the room, looking for anything worth grabbing before snatching it and going in the direction Eve suggested.
(Perception = 19 + 0)
"Take off the head and the rest won't bother us," she muttered grimly as the banging intensified.
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As Naethra gave the room a quick check, Retiaria passed her the key.
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Red doesn't see much aside from the queens first dinner tossed aside in favor of ultra violence and adventurer snacks.
Naethra recognizes the wooden tray and goblet of being extremely well crafted and of rare wood, thus may have some treasure value.
The key from the first queen fits the lock on the door in the ceiling perfectly and it drops open along with a set of very very stout stairs that slide down with a cord to draw them up once you are inside.
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"Sorry, Eve. I liked you." I sadly say knowing she can't hear me.
I look around and try to see if there is anything worth grabbing worth something to spite everyone here. (perception 17+2=19)
I look up the stairs, "Let's hope there is nothing terrifying up there."
I head upstairs hoping for the best.
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First thing Duran did was run to the wounded Oric. Or least she assumes it's Oric judging by last hairy encounter got Gwen turned into a squirrel and now the dwarf may be the gnoll. Regardless, the person needs help and the dragonborn needs to believe it's still Oric that survived. "LAY ON HANDS!" She called out as her hand touches the side of the dog. Releasing a burst of healing upon the creature.
(Lay On hands: +10 heal )
Though after giving Oric the heal she needed, the dragonborn ignored Red's suggestion to go towards the statue. Looking over it before placing a hand upon it's belly. "Lay on Hands!" She casts the last of her power onto the statue. But it would no doubt be futile. "Noooo... Eve. Why did you do this? We could of saved you! I could saved you.... D...Damn it." The dragonborn tries again. Short bursts. Short weak heals. One by one til the rest of her energy is wasted upon the stone. She knew it was useless. It's why she gave most of it to Oric. But she was praying for something, anything to happen.
She finally backs off, taking a step back, staring at the fat gnoll statue. Her sacrifice ensuring they have time to escape the gnolls banging on the trapdoor below her. But she just stared, looking at someone who heroically gave her life to ensure victory. Stared upon by someone who failed to shield her from the gnoll queen in the first place. Sure, the day was saved. But at a steep cost.
(Lay On hands: +5 Heal... wasted...)
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as soon as the door swing open and the stairs descend I rush up them, eager to be away from where the guards are pounding at the trap door.
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Oric:
I groan as I'm suddenly pulled back out of the darkness of unconsciousness. The world coming back into focus as I blink, trying to remember what happened. I see the fat gnoll statue and remember us taking out two of them, being eaten by the third... if I'm here then was the third defeated? If so... I realize I don't see Eve and everything clicks into place. I get to my feet as I whisper a quiet prayer for her, praying that she will find peace. Seeing everyone moving around I decide to just follow the group until I have a full grasp of the situation. As I follow them I realize how... small everyone seems. I know I've changed, but I don't have time to check myself over just yet.
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The group dashes upstairs drawing up the stairs and door behind them. They find themselves in an enclosed closet of a room with another door leading out. Stepping out of that door leads to a worked stone room. There is a single red and gold chest sitting open. Inside are piles of coin, a magpies nest of low quality gems, and other objects. There are no windows here and a single door on one of the flat walls. The walls are warm to the touch, and the room itself is quite a bit warmer than the forest you just left.
Additionally, looking back the trap door.. is gone.
(Party treasure!
2000 cp, 1300 sp, 70 gp All of the coins bear the clawed grip symbol of the rest of the coinage you've seen here.
Azurite (10 gp)
2 x Blue quartz (10 gp)
Hematite (10 gp)
Lapis lazuli (10 gp)
Malachite (10 gp)
2 x Obsidian (10 gp)
2 x Rhodochrosite (10 gp)
Potion of Greater Healing (uncommon, dmg 187)
Potion of Hill Giant Strength (uncommon, dmg 187)
Potion of Water Breathing (uncommon, dmg 188)
Wand of Magic Detection (uncommon, dmg 211)
The party advances to level 4!)
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Once everyone else was through the door, Retiaria gave the trap door one last look- it didn't look like it'd hold much longer- then ducked through the closet door, closing it behind her.
"Ooh, wow. Nice and toasty in here. If we weren't having to get away from a bunch of pissed off gnolls I'd say we should stick around for a bit. As it is though..."
She approached the chest, knocking its lid closed and carefully sliding it into her satchel- it was just about wide enough to fit. "We better keep moving. Let's get out of here, and we can split this lot up later."
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"Agreed, now is not the time to deal with that,"
"Um...any ideas why the walls are so warm?" I ask walking along the walls looking incase there is an other way out of this room.
Perception 13+2=15
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This seemed oddly familiar. Naethra was sure she'd never been in a place like this, but then recalled the odd transition of leaving the underground dungeon.
She noticed that there were no windows.
She sighed. "I don't think we're in the forest anymore."
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There is a single door in one of the stone walls it does not have a lock.
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Having manage to get away with the rest Duran still sighs to herself. But taking the squirrel girl's suggestion she too looks around to see if there's any special reason the walls feel warm.
[Perception: 18 + 0 = 18]
[HP:20/40] [HD: 3/4] [AC: 18] [Lay on Hands: 5/20]
[Spell Slots: 1/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses / Channel Divinity: Available / Inspiration: Available]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, Shield of Fate, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Torch Mode]
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There is no proper indicator of why the walls may be warm to the touch. They just are.
A faint smell of vanilla can be detected at the door however.
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Oric:
In what appears to be a "safe" room, I take the time to inspect myself. First and most obvious, I appear to be some kind of dog woman. Great. Second, I appear to be considerably taller than I was before, which is certainly a strange sensation. I have no idea how tall I am exactly, but I realize I'm now the tallest member of the group. The fur covering my body feels weird, and despite the magic altering my armor to fit me, makes it feel a little uncomfortable. I suddenly realize how dirty some of the group is, and quickly expend 3 charges of cleaning from my magic item, cleaning off Naethra, Reteria, and Duran, who appear to be in the greatest need of it. "How's everyone feeling?"
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Just as she managed to get the box into her satchel and close the flap, Retiaria felt something hit her- a cool tingling that spread across her body.
"Whoa, what the hey was that? Um, I feel fine. pretty good, actually. What about you? That bitch really did a number on you..."
It felt strange to have to look up at Oric now.
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Oric:
My tail wags involuntarily at the positive response "I'm okay. Sorry if that startled you, I just used my item to clean up a few of you. I feel pretty good actually, though looking down at everyone feels weird..."
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"Oh, thanks!" Retiaria smiled, both because of the nice thing Oric had done for her and because she'd noticed Oric's waggy tail. It was cute. "We used to bathe all the time back home. You fight in the arena, or just train for the day, and straight after you'd go to the baths." Retiaria sighed. "I miss that, life on the road can get pretty gross. And yeah, I'm not gonna lie, it's kinda weird you being taller than me. But whatever, I'm just glad you're not ass."
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Duran feels something wash over her. Does.. she look less dirty then before? Since when? The mystery however is solved by Oric who just now the dragonborn started to notice how tall she got. "Huh.. yeah.. I'm not use to dealing with getting so little baths either..." She admits after hearing Retiaria. She looks back over where the trap door no longer is then back to the door with a sigh then back to Oric. "I'm glad you are alright, even with the changes. No... weird thoughts right? Nothing that sticks out as bad?" she asks, a bit curiously as she looks at the tall dog girl. Just how tall is she? The dragonborn herself is at six feet, five inches herself. Yet the dog girl is even taller then her.
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Oric:
I think for a moment at Durans question "I don't think so... I do feel less annoyed though? I'm not sure if that's related to the change." My tail continues to wag happily as the two seem quite pleased about being cleaned "I can do that three times a day, so let me know if you'd like to be cleaned." Judging by comparison with Duran it seems like I'm a bit over 7 feet tall, causing many people to stare directly at my chest when they're looking straight ahead.
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Duran finds it odd to for once be looking up to something and of all people the one who was once the shortest. "Hmm well three times today? Makes sense to switch off between us daily I suppose>" She suggests while still eyeing the dog girl, tilting her head then looking back to the rest, then the dog girl, over and over. Yep.. this height difference is going to take time to get use to.
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Hanging back near the blank space where the door used to be I fidget. If I could only get some proper clothing that would be something... ever since these... things... got bigger I've felt like I could pop out of this outfit with a heavy breath.
Wait. I'm smarter than that. I know enough about how this world works to... I rub at the simple dress I've been wearing, the one that came along with the orchard/servant girl look, and focus magic into it, transmuting it into something... well, honestly it's uncomfortable catching looks, no matter how magic works around here, and I suppose I can fix it later if I need to flash some flesh for a somatic component... so I try to alter it into something of a shapeless smock, and also some underwear for... embarrassingly needed support.
"Are we going to push forward?" I ask "Wherever we are? I mean, we're kind of cornered with only one way out of here..."
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Oric:
I nod at the comment and move towards the door, checking that everyone's ready before finally pushing it open. I motion for everyone to stay quiet as I do, peaking around the edge to see what's outside before pushing the door open all the way.
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The door swings silently open but for a little bell chime. Inside there is a booth with bench seating and a pair of tables with four individual chairs. Otherwise there are what seem to be an assortment of comfortable chairs and low tables with thin soft bound books on them.
There is a long counter down side of the room behind it a large black box with several silvery pipes protruding and steam hanging about it. A woman stands behind the counter young looking but with white hair. Her skin is cream colored and she wears a darker brown dress. There is a scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the air.
"Hello! You can all come in, I've been expecting you!" She gives a little curtsy, "Call me Lattisha."
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Duran blinks as Oric opens the door into what looks like to be some sort of kitchen. A waiting room maybe as it had plenty of places to sit but yet a sweet aroma that already wafts to her nose. It was beyond pleasant and already she starts to walk in to get a better look of the room. Looking about curiously until greeted by a.. human? What a surprise, more so the way she is dressed seems unlike the villagers they encountered before.
Duran give a quick bow when she introduced herself to the group. "I'm Duran... and you were expecting us?" She asks rather curiously. After all, how did she know that Duran, Red, Gwyn, Oric, Lou, and Naethra would show up.
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She smiles, "Your battle against the evil gnoll queen was something to see! You were all amazing, and such drama!" She sighs and leans on the counter. "It's good to see excitement."
She stands up, "Anyway, what can I get you? I've also got general goods."
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"uh...bourbon please?" I ask walking into the room curious and confused. But I really shouldn't be at this point.
"Could I see you some beer, it's a special kind" I offer as I remember I need to milk. Or I did before I had fur all over.
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Retiaria hefted her trident ready to fight as Oric opened the door. Thankfully, no gnoll force stood ready to ambush them on the other side, just a shopkeep and some delicious, if unfamiliar, smells. She relaxed, lowering her weapon. "Huh, looks like you were right, Naethra."
"Your battle against the evil gnoll queen was something to see! You were all amazing, and such drama! It's good to see excitement."
"Aww, hell yeah! Glad to hear we've got a fan." Retiaria shot Lattisha a friendly grin as she entered the shop, finding a comfortable seat to rest on. "I'm Retiaria, good to meet you."
"Anyway, what can I get you? I've also got general goods."
"Whatever it is that's making that amazing smell, give me two!" she chuckled.
Taking the chest from her satchel, she said to her friends "Hey, this seems like a good time to rest and divide up the loot. We've got some potions and a wand, someone wanna look at those?"
She set them on the table for someone else to inspect, then started dividing up the gems and coinage into what she believed were equal piles.
[Int roll: 6
Okay, roll off for loot as usual!
1- CP:359 SP:259 GP: 12 Azurite, Hematite
2- CP:421 SP:217 GP: 13 2x Blue Quartz
3- CP:307 SP:202 GP: 11 Malachite
4- CP:331 SP:190 GP: 14 2x Obsidian
5- CP:284 SP:200 GP: 11 2x Rhodochrosite
6- CP:298 SP:232 GP: 9 : Lapis Lazuli]
"I want the one with this green stone, it's pretty!"
Thus decided, Retiaria took the pile with the malachite. Adding the money and gem to her cash pouch, she packed the chest with some of her belongings- her spare clothes, a wooden short sword with an inscription carved on the blade and an expensive-looking sequinned glove that looked like it came from a set of ladies' formal wear. Once the chest was packed, she carefully closed the lid and slid it back into her satchel.
[A reminder to y'all, we have a Potion of Greater Healing, a Potion of Hill Giant Strength, a Potion of Water Breathing and a Wand of Magic Detection]
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[Loot Roll: 2]
"Seems like a calm in the storm" I comment.
"So what exactly is this place? What is it located....here?" I ask our new host. "Doesn't seem like it would get the most traffic"
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[Loot Roll: 4]
Duran blinked at that statement. "Wait.. how did you... how did you watch us?" She asks curiously, her red cheeks blushing lightly as wandering thoughts made her consider just how long were they spied on at this point. "And um.. I would like some tea, please." She requests as she found a spot to sit. At the very least they'll can have a breather and get supplies here before moving on. Still, the idea of them being watched somehow... is quite strange.
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Oric:
I grab the pile wit ha black stone and a blue stone, not so graciously stuffing it in my bag. "Would you be able to help me get this outfit to fit better? It re-sizes to fit me, but doesn't have a place for my tail... Also, it feels really weird being tall. It's kind of weird moving around. Do you have anything to help with that?"
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She smiles, and pours a shot of amber liquid, "Ahh.. I bet it tastes of hazelnuts now!" She giggles as she goes to the machine and starts it up as it shoots steam everywhere.. "That will be five silver from everyone getting refreshments."
She pours the drinks into broad short ceramic cups and passes them around to everyone who requests and pays, "You need a modification for a tail, I can make that happen for you. Another five silver!"
She smiles at the squirrel "This is a place between places in the mistresses tower." She leans on the counter, "We get quite a bit of traffic, fortunately most of it's polite." The cushion under Retairia's rear feels like it's kissing her for a moment, "Most of the traffic."
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Oric:
I hand over the 5 silver "So... do I need to take off my clothes so you can modify them?"
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Retiaria frowned as she felt the cushion... kiss her? Then she mentally shrugged and wiggled her butt a little, getting comfy. She watched with curiosity as the drinks were made. Why all the steam?
"Thanks much. Hey, I've got some waterskins that need refilling, that gonna cost me something as well?" Taking the drinks, she flicked Lattisha a gold coin. Savouring the experience, she took a moment to close her eyes and just inhale the delicious aroma before sipping from her first cup.
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I feel keenly suspicious of this new place. "You all are just going to... drink a strange thing from someone you don't know?" I ask "After what we've all seen? Without seeing anyone else do it first?" I shake my head, checking the alterations I had done for myself "I mean, I'll be happy to write proper notes about whatever may happen to you, so I shouldn't complain but..." I shake my head "Any port in a storm I suppose."
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THe woman smiles, "Please do remove them." Your not entirely sure if it's necessary of if she just likes the idea of you naked.. "So far as getting you down to size goes... I think we can manage that..75 gold and you can name your size!"
The drink is tasty, milky with a vanilla taste with an undertone of something bitter and sweet at the same time, slightly smoky but leaves you with a sense of fresh energy...
((yes.. you did just drink a fancy coffee))
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I put down my coin and take out a pint to fill with my own beer. I'm curious of the taste and will be a nice chaser for the whiskey.
I look at the woman, "back in the place where we started there was a woman who...she knew too much, like you seem too. She was with the Lady of Excess. You know anything about that?" I ask point blank feeling suspicious about this whole thing.
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She just nods, "Oh yes, Amber Lemon.. She's such a sweet girl."
She walks back behind the counter, "Yes, I'm one of her servants. But.. The lady isn't your enemy." She rests against the counter, "Keep going up and you'll see. The higher up you go.. the more we'll be able to tell you."
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"What else can we do to curry her favor?" I ask curious of our options since we thought getting rid of the queen would do that.
"Also, could you help me out with this form?" I make a slimmer figure shape, "maybe keep beer from coming out of my tits."
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Naethra grumbled a little under her breath when Oric used her magic to tidy her up. Doggy-Oric seemed... more cheerful. She wasn't certain if that was a good thing.
And, sure enough, the door led the group to a new... well, shop. She recalled the place where they left the dungeon, the woman she couldn't see. From what she remembered the other people talk about, it sounded like that place was as fancy as well kept as this.
She wondered what she could see if she was still the unchanged tiefling she was two days ago. The last place looked disused, abandoned, and more than a little spooky... what would this place look like?
She decided not to take a seat, instead standing towards the rear of the group, trying to look inconspicuous. And she tried not to laugh when this strange woman said the Mistress of Excess wasn't their enemy. She was able to get her reaction down to a brief, sharp exhale.
Last time, the Lady had chided her for her suspicions. Now that she could see the Lady's servants... she wanted, more than anything, not to.
"Oh, we came across some poor woman who had run afoul of some ogres. We saw her... sort of smushed into a bag of flour. I think we still have the bag. Is there anything you can do for her?" she asked, keeping her tone carefully neutral.
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She becomes animated, "You are all doing so well at doing that!" She begins to pace. "Get stronger, climb higher, indulge your desires!" She looks you over, "Do you really want to give up anything you have right now?"
She takes a deep breath settling her self, "The woman is gone. When you are driven out of your will to fight, totally giving in, the lady takes you are delivers a reward to those who helped you on your way." She smiles, "So don't worry you wouldn't be eating a woman, just the prize you stole.. You didn't think those ogresses turned into coins you are thinking of spending right now did you?"
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Oric:
I strip down and hand over my clothes to the woman, leaving myself completely in the nude... though the fur does help cover things a bit. "If you could also alter them to feel less weird with my fur that would be nice." I think about her offer to change my height "It's an interesting offer but I don't really mind trying out being tall. I'd just like to skip the learning curve of figuring out how to move if possible."
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Duran took her share and stuffed the obsidian gems into her pouch for now. Along with most of the money. However she made sure to take out 10 Gold pieces to put in her alms box for those in need or the nearest Aircame temple they find. Regardless when hearing the offer for that sweet smelling drink, Duran too gave away 5 SP to get herself a cup. Still as she sips and enjoys the rather sweet aroma and taste, Lou makes a valuable point about the willingness of them all taking a drink which made her think of the treats Amber gave them. The same one that made the dragonborn rather... fat for a while. Perhaps she should volunteer next time to try the wares out first before the rest of the group does. That way if it's got an ill effect, she'll be the one to endure it. That... and the weight wasn't all bad...
However as she heard Lattisha speak of the Lady her focus shifted and she clutched the tea cup tightly. That 'the Lady' was not their enemy yet there was several events up to this point that contradicts this. In fact, the reason she's been wanting to press forward is to some how make this Lady pay for putting them all in this mad realm in the first place. For what became of those who couldn't push as far as they did. For that temple display of the gods, she saw in the village. "Then... if she's not our enemy, what does she do to those who lose? Like the adventurer who was replaced with flour?" She asked quizzically but did not wait for an answer. "What about the fact that we seem to only be here because she forced us here... or what about how everyone who didn't make it this far either is helpless, taken, or nothing more then a mere farmer that's drained of their former self?" She tried to hold her cup steady in her hands as she looked down at the coffee-less mug. "And what of the idol of her's that shines brighter then all that symbolize the real gods? Is she so bold to think herself as high as them?" The dragonborn looked over to Lattisha, full of disbelief at the very notion of saying the Lady wasn't a possible enemy. "Because that sounds like blasphemy right there. Sorry, Miss Lattisha. But I'm finding it hard to believe she isn't an enemy."
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While Naethra shared much of Duran's sentiments for once, she decided to take a step further away from the dragon-born, hopefully out of the radius of divine/infernal/outsider smiting.
Still, Latisha had just given them their best insight into their for yet. Their Lascivious Patron had been maddeningly vague on what, exactly, she wanted from them. Apparently, she likes it when people have into their desires.
"Right now, my greatest desire is to be free of this place, and not being a plant would be a close second. I don't suppose you have anything that can help with either of those?"
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Oric:
I briefly contemplate buying a drink as well, but decide against it. how would I even drink it with a muzzle? I listen to Duran speak and contemplate her points "Considering the alternative is being ground into bone-dust by normal ogres I feel like that one adventurer probably ended up in a better situation. It's really unpleasant, they don't even always kill the person before they start." I shudder, remembering a particularly bold and stupid would be adventurer I once worked with. "As for the people who end up as farmers... farming is a normal profession. Plenty of people decide they'd rather make their own food and work the land than mess around with fighting monsters. I know I've considered retiring and becoming a farmer in the past. Never actually did it, but still." I don't mention that when I retire I want to set up a clothing store and make my own clothes. Because I totally don't. that's a dumb thing, why would I want that? Stupid brain. "As for the shrine... I doubt the gods would care much. their shrines are often no more than sticks and cloth cobbled together into their divine symbol. None of them promote the kind of excess that would encourage a shinning golden statue... except maybe Gilshar? I don't really know much about them though." The idea of her not being our enemy bumps around in my head a bit "She isn't our enemy, but she isn't our friend either. If I had to guess, she's not trying to be malicious, she just doesn't understand or care. You wouldn't say a windstorm is good or evil, it just happens. That was always the feeling I got when practitioner with the fey at least."
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"You all are just going to... drink a strange thing from someone you don't know?
After what we've all seen? Without seeing anyone else do it first?"
"Hey, last trader we found was fine." Retiaria replied, "And hey, someone's gotta be first, right?" Retiaria replied with a shrug.
She let out a little moan of pure joy as she drank the beverage. "Holy fuck, this is so good..."
"Yes, I'm one of her servants. But.. The lady isn't your enemy. Keep going up and you'll see. The higher up you go.. the more we'll be able to tell you."
"So who is she then? And why'd she bring us here? Like, why us out of all the people in the world?" Retiaria asked. "If you can't say I get it, but... anything you can tell us would be cool."
"And what of the idol of her's that shines brighter then all that symbolize the real gods? Is she so bold to think herself as high as them?"
"She may as well be, far as we're concerned..." Retiaria muttered.
Finishing her first cup, she eagerly got started on the second.
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I snort at the barista's cryptic answers "Not our enemy?" I shake my head, fidgeting to adjust my newly tailored underwear... I'm fairly certain I didn't do it quite right. "Perhaps not. I certainly don't assume the stable master thinks himself the enemy of the fresh stallions he captures and gelds." I blush and fidget... that analogy may be a bit too on the mark "The spurs only come out to help the horse know his place and his role- for his own good really, of course they're not enemies. Skill, ask the gelding for a different story."
That was good. A formal complaint lodged at least. I continue, unable to leave a good speech when it's finished. "The gelding was perfectly happy without the bridle, the ribbons-" I pluck at my simple dress, sending my breast jiggling "- and can't imagine why it's better off for knowing the finer points of dressage when all he were trying to do was learn how teleportation worked and..." I take a deep breath "That last was likely a bit too specific, but that's still the most generous interpretation of events I can manage... can you help me with some clothing that might actually fit, and support properly? Acknowledging of course the Sisyphean futility of such resizing. I tried it myself but I for whatever reason my knowledge of the finer workings of feminine undergarments isn't up to the task."
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While Oric did make a good point over the fact that whatever happens to the person is probably better then outright death. But, they still don't know what it is. Could it really be better? Or could it be worse. "Surely though, there's more to life then being either an adventurer or a farmer.. Yet those who find they can't be one are force to bew another? What of those who rather be clergy men or pastors? Or all ab out that technowhatever that had something to do with working machines? It didn't seem they got any choice but to live as farmers." She shakes her head, further explaining. "And it's not so much I think the gods have an issue with their symbols being made of stocks and stones but rather, that in the same shine, her's shines brightest. As if to mock the gods who saved our world."
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Oric:
I look at Duran quizzically "But... there were barmaids, and blacksmiths, and cobblers and more in the town we visited. Obviously people CAN be things other than farmers and adventurers. While I dislike the presentation of the shrine, generally shrines are made by people, not by gods. You can't really blame her for people trying ot suck up to her."
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Naethra had been keeping track of the conversation, somewhat relieved that most of the party wasn't buying into Oric's line of thinking.
"I think there are a few key, critical differences here you're rather eager to overlook, Oric." She said, softly.
"Firstly, and of least significance I'll admit, many of those people were peasants, farmers, and laborers after their previous lives and professions were taken from them by force, like that one warrior who gave Duran his axe after he had his martial skill ripped out of him. Secondly, they lived under frequent abuse by a gang of marauding, horny rape-monsters that systematically kept from building any degree of security. Thirdly, said monsters were just one of many, many possible ways for them to cease existing as cognizant, independent, functional beings. Others included packs of horny wolves and the very plants that surrounded them. It's not so much that those people can't be things other than farmers, so much as they live in abuse and fear in a strange land where everything is trying to fuck them into oblivion."
She took a breath, "And finally, I'm less concerned about the ordering of that shrine than I am about how this all reeks of a pocket realm, a self-contained reality created and operated by our Gracious Hostess. The absent gods leave us to pick up the pieces on our own. Our Fulsome Matron is, demonstrably, more hands-on. Everything we just saw? Everything we fought through? Everyone we lost? All by her design. This didn't happen by accident. She plays with people's lives, and I sincerely doubt she has much reverence for her toys."
Naethra took a breath, trying to keep herself from getting worked up. Again. Latisha hadn't had a chance to speak, but a question was nagging at the back of Naethra's mind. After a heart-beat's hesitation, she piled it onto the rest she'd asked the barista.
"Just... out of grim curiosity, how many have made it this far?"
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The girl let you argue morality between yourselves. But she goes to the back room and fetches a copy of her uniform, "This should fit you nicely Layla."
She looks at Naethra.. Her astoundingly cheery demeanor slips.. just a tiny bit.. "Not a plant anymore.. I can work with that.." She brings out a mechanical clock. "Just.. turn the hands back.. return to what you were." She eyes you with a piercing stare, "Just a few rotations and you'll have your horns and tail again.. If thats what you desire."
Her eyes penetrate Naethra, "Do you actually care about them? Or are you using them as a proxy for something else?" She looks around to all of you, "those crystals.. put them in the tip jar.. I'll make sure they make it back.. That town can have a group of defenders again. If you are willing to give up their utility."
"In the last 50 years.. I don't know..I got to this beat very recently, but I know there are lots of others who have passed this way.. it's funny.. they say adventuring has a sort of momentum... that it's hard to stop once it's up to speed.. I wouldn't know."
She leaves the clock there in reach of Naethra.. as if daring her to do it. She sets another cup down next to red, "Why you?" She shrugs, "I can't know for sure, but if I had to guess.. potential."
She returns to Duran and Oric, "No short cuts to learning a transformed body." She smiles and drops a large cupcake loaded over with frosting in Duran's hands, "I can see it in your eyes, you embraced a sin.. and it felt good.. made you stronger.. able to defend your comrades better.." She runs a hand down the dragonborn's belly before walking back behind the counter.
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Oric:
I scowl at Naethra "That's not something she did though. that's like blaming Seln for every fireball that gets cast. Sometimes mortals are shitty to one another. Wolves kill people, dryads drain life and eat your bones, that's just normal stuff. You act like all of this is so strange, but it's not. It's just the same pile of shit with a different coat of paint. You act like she's orchestrating some grand event. To me it seems more like she's watching us like a play. All of life is just a series of events, so what if someone's watching? You reek of someone sheltered from the cruel realities of the world, and upon getting your first taste shake your fist at the gods and demand the world be 'fair' and 'good'."
I decide to hold back my religious tirade about the grand history. Someone like HER would surely miss the wisdom of looking back on it.
I sigh with her comment about no quick way to learn a new body. My tail has been standing at attention, almost bristling as I fail to keep it from showing my annoyance "Potential? I would have gone with random chance. Why is anyone born wealthy? Or strong? Sick? Of one race or another? Why are some born in the godless month, without the protection of a deity? Why does one person get eaten by wolves while the other is spared? It's all chance."
I take off my pendent and put it in as instructed.
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Duran hears Oric's side but gives a sigh. "I dunno, it just.. still feels so wrong. I feel like they just lost options, and paths they now can't take because of what and where things ended up...It takes one mistake and things go wrong for you and those you want to help..." She muttered as she thought of one particular and crucial mistake she made when she first met the group. At least Naethra seems to understand where the dragonborn is coming from as she explains the point better then the paladin who never set foot off a temple possibly could. "This 'Lady' does sound like she's taking advantage of the sleeping gods to well.. play god herself..."
Still, there was at least one revelation to the dilemma that Duran brought up about the town. The very crystals they carried could be in turn be forfeited to give that village a better chance to survive. That alone could be a big deal. So eagerly Duran took the one she wore and placed it into the tip jar to help out the poor villagers. She ends up hoping that the rest of her friends are willing to give up their crystals as well. Oric did and even if that's all, Duran felt that would make a huge difference. As she kept looking just in case, something is placed in both her hands by the waitress. Frosted, large, tempting and sweet, already the dragonborn stares at it even as Lattisha explains it's purpose. Rubbing that dragon's belly teasingly as she mocked the hero.
She couldn't. She shouldn't. It became clear that this cupcake would have the same effects of the lemon bread on her. And why her body felt oddly better at that weight and she was tougher. Surely she didn't need it. The first time, falling for the sin was a mistake but here they were deliberately testing her with something that was already making her mouth water. Her heart started to race a bit as her mind was racing for the correct answer here. She's heard of such tests of temptation before, but never thought it would feel so hard. Duran wants to protect this team and this would easily help. But, at a price.
Regardless, as she stares at the very least it gets the dragonborn to shut up as her inner conflict causes her to mostly ignore the argument she technically started which is now between Oric and Naethra. At least for the moment. "I.. um.. but how do we know she's not?" She barely questions Oric in a half hearted mumble as she debates what to do with the cupcake. Put it down, eat it, both?
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"can you help me with some clothing that might actually fit, and support properly? Acknowledging of course the Sisyphean futility of such resizing."
"Sissy-what?" Retiaria asked.
She hoped Naethra did choose to revert the changes. It had saddened her to see a fellow Tiefling hate who she was, and maybe there was a better way for Naethra to feel good about herself. Still, it was her choice. Retiaria decided she'd support the sorcerer no matter what she did. She did keep an eye on her though, stealthily watching her to see what she'd do.
Despite Lattisha's offer, her pendant remained securely around her neck.
"Ooh, thanks! Just keep 'em coming, these are delicious!" She handed over five silver pieces and got started on cup number three.
"Why you? I can't know for sure, but if I had to guess.. potential."
"Potential, huh? I like the sound of that."
"That's not something she did though. that's like blaming Seln for every fireball that gets cast. Sometimes mortals are shitty to one another. Wolves kill people, dryads drain life and eat your bones, that's just normal stuff. You act like all of this is so strange, but it's not. It's just the same pile of shit with a different coat of paint. You act like she's orchestrating some grand event. To me it seems more like she's watching us like a play. All of life is just a series of events, so what if someone's watching? You reek of someone sheltered from the cruel realities of the world, and upon getting your first taste shake your fist at the gods and demand the world be 'fair' and 'good'."
"Yeah, I'm gonna agree with Oric on this one. Shit happens, and the powerful fuck with everyone's life below them, for their own amusement. That's just how the world works, pocket thingy or no. Only difference is the Lady in charge here likes things sexier."
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Naethra stared at the clock. She gently picked it up, getting it, feeling its wright in her hands.
A way to literally turn back the clock. It seemed too good to be true. That meant there was almost certainly a trap here. But still...
"May... may I ask what, exactly, Will this do? I've... learned some useful spells since then. Would I lose those, too?"
There was a lot to process. Being flesh and blood again would be such a tremendous relief... but being a tiefling again... If course that was the choice, the whole point of it, to test her convictions.
At least she didn't need to deliberate over the amulet. Its true strength appeared to be wasted on her; the goblins were much more empowered than the single spell she seemed to perceive while wearing the thing. Still cradling the clock in one hand, she tugged her amulet over her head. It snagged on some leaves for a moment, but a final pull got it through, complete with a stem. She tossed it towards the jar.
Oric was angry at her. At least she still held onto that much of her old, ornery dwarf self. And she misses the point entirely, which was also keeping in character. She was having trouble following the debate with the weight in her hands, heavy with the enormity of the choice.
This clock could undo changes? What about Duran? What about Gwyn? Would they even want to go back? Was the clock somehow only coded to her... and then, why would their Fulsome Hostess only give her the option.
She looked up, into Latisha's piercing blue eyes. She tried to keep her expression strong, impassive. Her heart, or whatever she had, pounded in her chest. Her finger was pressed against the hour hand.
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She moves back behind the counter to return to Naethra. "The moonsilver chains on your heart were broken by your own will. I can't put them back on.. It would take a... mutual effort... to make that happen."
"You embraced the connection to nature wove it into yourself, but if you would prefer to go back to being fiend touched.. Simply turn the hand."
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I stare at Oric "That's simply, verifiably false. The analogy to fireballs only works if she's as uniformly hands-off as other powers, granting powers that people then misuse. This is not the case. Any entity that decides it was amusing you attempted to be male for an hour or two and intercedes upon reversion by groping you and..." I clear my throat and try again futilely to adjust my bust "Mocks you, has given up all claim to the impartial observer. Not to mention how I wound up female in the first place- take it from me, this sort of thing is my area of expertise, and this-" I gesture to myself "is not the result of some invocation of a-"
I'm pulled away from engaging with the conversation of my peers- they are my peers now, weather I much like it or not. Nothing against or about them you understand, it's my role that's changed, I'm adventuring like them now, and that makes these adventurers my peers... anyway, I'm pulled away from the discussion I started by this barista's... rudeness.
At first I think she's just ignored me wholesale as she retrieves a copy of her uniform from the back room for someone I don't know- who is Layla? But no, worse than that, she's only ignored my criticism, as though it had no merit, and has brought me this... skimpy thing in answer to my request, while calling me...
I sigh, with a determined effort I un-grit my teeth "My name" I say coolly, adopting a pedagogical tone such as I might use when trying to explain a complex concept to someone unfamiliar with the field of study in question "Is Lucius. Lucius Drake. Lou in informal settings, or among friends." I rub the bridge of my nose and take the offered uniform. Little as I desire such a thing scoffing at it is likely to lead to... consequences. "Is there somewhere I might change?"
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"Back through that hall." She gestures to a hall way that was slightly concealed by the nature of the room, down it there are two doors one with a masculine figure, and one with a feminine one.
THe door with the masculine figure's handle is stuck.
Inside is a clean room where you can change. Also.. objects for... necessities. Inside the bundle of the uniform is a name badge that says, "Hello My name is" and the world "Layla" in your handwriting. There is also another blank one...Something around here does not want to take Lou for an answer.
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This was a trap. She was sure of it. There would be some hidden catch that wouldn't present itself until it was too late to do anything about it, and then she's have to deal with that, in too of being daemon-tainted.
But she missed her tail.
She began pushing the arm back, slowly, counting back the hours to their fight with the dryad-thing. Now, more than ever, she was certain that that being hadn't been true fae. Just another lust-twisted perversion of their Fulsome Hostess. She was never any closer to grace.
It's be a lateral move, at the very worst.
She counted down the hours, eyes locked with Latisha, the hard metal of the clock biting against her soft finger-tip. Something like this should hurt, after all. She tried to keep the years from her eyes. She thought she was mostly successful on that front.
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The clock ticks backward as Naethra rolls the hands. The green of her skin gives way to her former tone.. Pain in her head as fresh horns grow out to replace the old ones. The first pain she's felt in.... days...
Her tail snakes out and lashes behind her with the faint smell of sulpher before she feels her crystal focus throb a moment going from clear..to deep red with a throbbing glow light a flame contained within. The powers of nature and growth seem to fade drifting from your mind as you twist the clock backwards.. replaced with... something more benefiting your choice of form.
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Duran finally put the cupcake down. "I... can't." She muttered, shaking her head. "What good is a shield that can't protect on it's own after all?" It left a bit of a weight being lifted to refuse that tasty frosted cupcake. Or perhaps it was false pride for not giving in and taking an easy advantage presented to her. Regardless she looks over to Lattisha. "Yeah.. sorry gonna have to pass on the cupcake. Still..." She slipped out twenty silver and put it in the tip jar. Wanting to least show some kindness. That and she has no idea how hard or costly it was to make that cupcake she was given anyway. Can't let her walk away with out getting anything.
For now her eyes drift over to Naethra, curiously watching as her form started to change back to the tielfing body it was before. Still, she hopes there's no catch that could put Naethra in danger.
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Retiaria tried to look as inconspicuous as she could, slowly sipping her drink and watching Naethra as she pondered using the clock. She told herself to be accepting no matter what choice Naethra made, but still- she couldn't help but be excited.
When she picked it up and started turning the hand back, Retiaria quickly gulped down the last of her drink, put the cup on a nearby table and jumped to her feet, her attention no longer hidden as she stared at Naethra's shifting form. When it was done, she let out an excited squeal and ran over to give the once-again-tiefling a big hug. "Naethra, I'm so proud of you! You look great. I... I know you didn't like being a Tiefling, but there's nothing wrong with it, and nothing wrong with you. There never was. It's a big part of who you are, and if you lose it, well..." she sighed and shook her head, giving Naethra another squeeze. "I'm just glad you're back. If you ever want to talk about stuff, you know, tiefling to tiefling, you can come to me any time. Okay?"
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She winced as her horns reappeared, sweeping backwards, her second pair curling out from her black hair behind them. It hurt. Belatedly, she realized she hadn't actually felt pain in days, not since she entered this place... Everything marred by their Fulsome Hostess was perversely pleasurable. As a general rule, Naethra hated pain... but she was almost willing to make an exception here.
The other changes reversed themselves. Her soft finger tips hardened, her black nails reforming, growing, until they extended beyond her finger tips as her old claws. They were approaching the point where she'd need to file them when she was first dragged here. She felt her teeth again, and would have smiled save for the pain turning the expression into a grimace. Her figured had filled out when she was changed, and that too seemed to be reversed, her breasts and ass regaining their prior, slimmer dimensions. Her tail sprung from the edge of her spine, regaining its full length, sinuously curved and scrunched within her borrowed trousers.
And then she felt the font of magic within her change. Everything else she had expected, but that... that one truly heart. Was anything left of her Lady's blessing? There was a heat, an old chaos that smoldered and burned... and an undeniable kinship.
She set down the clock, tears staining her eyes. With one clawed hand she ripped a hole in her trousers and helped her tail out through it. She'd need to make some adjustments. Though no longer a plant, she'd become willowy again.
"Thank you," she said to Latisha. She trembled, slightly.
A lateral move, she kept telling herself. She wasn't sure if she believed it.
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I growl in annoyance as I confirm that, as expected, the masculine room is stuck. "Why even have this room?" I ask aloud "It's just a door painted on a wall isn't it? Illusion of choice made manifest to underscore the fundamental compulsory... ugh."
Upon unfolding the clothing and finding the name tag I look up to the ceiling and announce "You're a hack, you know that?" dropping the nametags- both of them- to the floor. I put the thing on. It's... far from ideal, but it fits at least, and keeps the distracting jiggling at bay. I forgo the accessories like gloves and stockings, I mean they don't... unless.
I know some outfits are necessary to certain forms of ritual magic- aiding in the imploring higher powers and channeling magics for some purpose... but then of course that's the problem! Minor epiphany as I figure out just why I'm so petulant. I'm a /Wizard/. I bend the forces of nature to my will through superior understanding. If I'd wanted power by begging it from some higher power, I'd have been a cleric, or perhaps a warlock. That's what this is- what the Lady wants me to do. She offers me power, but not power of my own, and not understanding. She wants me to... I don't know, but she wants me as her agent, one way or another, or I think I'd have been offered some other outfit to wear. The knowledge makes my insides burn. I stalk back to the front to talk to Latisha "So what exactly is it she wants from me, and what do I get for giving it? I don't foresee her tormenting me less simply because I've decided to stop complaining about it, so what?"
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"Naethra, I'm so proud of you! You look great. I... I know you didn't like being a Tiefling, but there's nothing wrong with it, and nothing wrong with you. There never was. It's a big part of who you are, and if you lose it, well... I'm just glad you're back. If you ever want to talk about stuff, you know, tiefling to tiefling, you can come to me any time. Okay?"
"Umph!" Naethra umphed as the muscular gladiatrix hugged her. She... was not expecting that. Red seemed bigger now, although she wasn't sure why.
"Th, thank you," she managed. She favored her with a smile. It was everything she could do to not openly weep at that moment. But... she wasn't certain it was all misery. She hadn't felt this emotional in a long, long time.
"Thank you. I... I think I may take you up on that," she managed, more firmly, after a deep breath. She tried to ignore the tears and compose herself, standing by one of the tables.
"Oh... you... you've been watching us, right?" she managed to say to Latisha, carefully managing her breathing, "What... whatever happened to Aerin? We... thought she might have been in the gnoll camp. There was a detention cell, I thought. The plan was to check once the queen was gone but, well..." she gestured towards the direction they came from, indicating that that plan wouldn't end up happening.
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Retiaria gave Naethra a reassuring smile and one last squeeze on the shoulder before letting her go. "It'd be my pleasure. Like I said, any time. Hey Lattisha, can I get some more of that stuff?"
She offered the barista another five silver.
"What... whatever happened to Aerin? We... thought she might have been in the gnoll camp. There was a detention cell, I thought. The plan was to check once the queen was gone but, well..."
Her face fell. "...Shit."
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Lattisha sets another cup down, "I can see we've made a convert here."
She looks at Lou, "I'm not a source of infinite information from the Lady. I don't know what she expects of you."
She looks at Red and Naethra, "If she was alone in the woods.. there is a good chance she was taken by the lady. I've only been keeping an eye on you when you came into the fort."
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I sigh again. "...fine. Well, that's a mystery I can try to crack at least. Pretty sure I know /what/ she wants, just can't be sure as to why, and regardless I'm fairly sure I'm unwilling to pay" I shake my head "That's... neither here nor there. I... apologize for my manners, I've simply... I'm far more used to sitting in a comfy chair with a text, and... I find myself mentally taxed of late, to say the least." the whole time I speak I fidget with the top of this uniform, as well as the skirt, gently tugging on each to try and coax out more coverage- weaving in my magic to have the cloth expand. It's still... very feminine, but I'm trying to pick my battles.
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Gwyn drank her whiskey. Mostly gulped down in one gulp. It burned a little but was mostly smooth. She then nursed her self made beer. Yup, hazelnut. She continued to drink and request a new whiskey pushing some coin across the counter while the rest discussed and bickered. She felt like she drifted into the background. Like she was an object or stuck as some bar maid again.
Gwyn decided to ask again, "don't suppose there is something could help me slim down a bit-"
Gwyn stopped seeing the transformed Naethra. "Naethra! You look great! How do you feel?"
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Duran looked up to see Naethra's change. Watching her as she manages to revert herself from green dryad to red tiefling again. She was back to looking demonish but regardless she gave a smile. "Yeah ya looking pretty good." She stated, though she blinks, hearing the question about Aerin. Her heart sank a bit as she remembered they still did not find her and even the server doubts she's still around without being snatched up. "I..come on, we can find her. I'm sure Aerin's still fine, probably just sneaking about..." She fidgets a bit, realizing that were that to be true, she likely is still in that forest some where. "I'm sure she found a way to safety..."
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The girl shrugs, "I'm sorry.. We haven't had a princess through her recently. I'll keep my eyes out and if I see her I'll try to send a message ahead."
The relaxing atmosphere, warm shop, and absurdly comfortable seating leads the group.. to one my one.. drift off to sleep...
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Oric:
I'm the first to wake up. the odd words from the night before still hanging in my mind. But everyone's still here so it seems it was likely just fatigue talking.
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Having drank copious amounts of the delicious beverage, Retiaria found her limbs were annoyingly twitchy- and even after everyone else was fast asleep, she was wide awake. maybe there was a downside to that drink...
Still, eventually even she too succumbed to the call of exhaustion.
...
...
Gasping, Retiaria sat upright, reaching for her trident. Then her heart sank as she realised where she was. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
She had to fight back tears as the cold reality set in- she'd failed. She'd had a chance to get out of here and she blew it.
Wait. Was she ever really out? She'd just woken up, had... had all that been a dream?
No. The scar on her leg was clear proof of the reality of last night's misadventure. It was disgusting. She couldn't stop herself- even trying to sniffle them back, Retiaria was unable to stop the tears rolling down her face.
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Awakening you all feel the scars of long healed wounds... that each in turn slowly fade away..
All but Gwyn who's clothing appears empty but for a tiny lump in one of her socks.
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I wake from the sudden sleep. Everything around me looks dark. These large drapes over me. I struggle to get them off me, but my hands don't seem to work the same way. It's a struggle.
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Oric:
Realizing Gwyns' absence I go to inspect where she'd fallen asleep. An immediate bolt of worry shooting through me. I hear Red sniffling but Gwyn seems the more immediate concern.
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Naethra awoke with a gasping start. She nearly chocked as she frantically took in her surroundings. The others were here. They appeared to be in the cafe, where she'd fallen asleep...
With trembling, frantic steps she darted towards a corner, curling up with her back against it. She ran her hand over her right arm, almost afraid to trust the sensation. But it was still there. She ripped back the sleeve and saw a jagged, old-looking scar along where the limb had been severed.
It was real. She'd been so close. But she never had a chance...
She started crying. Memory of her time under the human's cruel attentions running through her mind. The pain, the hatred, everything she had endured and been healed so that she could endure it again.
She's died by mistake. If they'd been more competent, of they had taken her to a dungeon within the city, if they had just kept her alive for a few more hours... then the magic wouldn't have recalled her here.
Back in the tower. The plaything of a cruel and perverse daemon-goddess.
She wrapped her tail around her legs and sobbed quietly, even as her scar vanished. What else would this place take from her?
She was trembling. Her breathing was sharp and erratic. She never had a chance.
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Glancing over at her friends (Interesting. When had she started thinking of them as that?), Retiaria saw the vacant pile of clothes where Gwen had been. At least one of them had made it out, then. That comforting thought put a small smile on her face for a moment, though it wasn't enough to stop the tears.
Naethra seemed to be suffering just as she was. Misery loves company, and right now she just wanted to be with her, to offer her support. And so she did, going over to the other tiefling and hugging her, crying into her hair.
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That was... such a nightmare. Nothing seems to make sense. Where even was that?
I awake fitfully from sleep, feeling my curves move about me in a way that's even more disconcerting than usual given the recent contrast. It felt comforting... usual. At least for the brief moments between when I wasn't actively being assaulted by the very land of... wherever that was.
I sit up slowly "What... time is it?"
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Duran doesn't quite remember when she went to sleep. Just that at some point she found a good seat to lay in and everything went dark.
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But when she yawns she stretches out and grumbles a bit, rubbing the back of her head then her back. "Ugh.. I had such a weird dream.... I was being hit by stones and tripped constantly... then I fell out of a tree.." Duran complains out loud before she blinked. Taking a look around the place she noticed Red and Naethra in tears. "Um.. are.. you two okay?"
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"We fucking died Duran, the fuck do you think?" came Retiaria's muffled reply.
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Looking through Gwyn's things... A red furred squrill flops out of one of her socks.
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Naethra winced as Red touched her, unused and unaccustomed to physical contact. But she couldn't push the other tiefling away. She reached out to grab one of Red's hands and squeezed it tightly.
Damnable lineages didn't really matter if you were damned by the eyes of your home. She shivered through the memory, Red's body a strong, grounding, warm presence.
She tried to control her breathing. She couldn't stop the tears, but truthfully, she didn't want to.
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I get the fabric off me and see the room I was in before. Everything is so large. I hop out of the sock and land on all fours. I look around at my friends who seem devistated. What happened to them. Also why are they so large...
I spin around and see my tail and some of my body. Shit! I'm a squirrel again?? Can I at least talk this time? I can't seem to entirely understand what they are saying.
What if they think I'm just some squirrel and leave without me??
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Oric:
I quickly pick up the squirrel, fearful she'll attempt to scurry off like when she was transformed by Eve. Holding her close to my face in the hopes I might hear something, I try and whisper to not startle her "Gwyn? Is that you? Can you understand me?" my grip on her is proportional to how much she struggles. I try to be gentle, but if she starts trying to flee my hands clamp down on her.
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Duran just looked perplexed at both Red and Naethra as she was told they died. "But.. wh.. what are you talking about? It was just a dream.." She looks rather confused over why the two were crying. And yet, she did remember it all feeling real and strangely vivid for some dream. Odd or not. "Um.. but yeah sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. Was just trying to understand." She looked away awkwardly only to notice they seem down a person. Looking around at the empty cloths she soon spies Oric looking at a red squirrel. The dragonborn gasped hearing Oric call it Gwyn. "Wait, did Gwyn somehow go full squirrel again?"
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I'm looking around when I'm suddenly lifted off the ground and I find myself in Oric's hands looking face to face with her. She asks me something. It seems difficult to understand. But I can make it out. I can't remember if was better or worse than before.
I go to answer, "Yeah, I can understand you." But it's disheartening to hear my voice come out as a bunch of chts and noises. Argh! But thankfully it's a yes/no and I can nod. I don't feel the urgency to run like I did before.
I'm not sure how to answer Duran as I'm a squirrel. Or at least she confirms my squirrel status. I'm trying to remember why I'm like this. There was some kind of dream. But it's all fuzzy. Hard to figure out.
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"It was real." Retiaria sighed, looking over at Duran. "Gwen must have gotten out. She must have reached a town in time. I... I'm glad for her..."
She was, mostly. But a part of her was just disappointed she'd never got to have that promised date. Gwen was no Aelia, but she was cute, and it would have been nice to begin to move on. That thought just made her even sadder, feeling like she was being unfaithful- but no, she was trapped here. Truly trapped now she'd blown her chance to escape.
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Oric:
I ignore Duran, focusing on figuring this out. So the squirrel is Gwen and can understand me, but can't speak. I decide to go see Latisha to see if she knows why this happened.
(assuming she's there) I approach cautiously, in case she was the one who did this to Gwyn "We have a problem. I thought this was a safe room, so why is one of my friends now a squirrel?"
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Red! She's thinks I escaped and I'm some random squirrel?? Come on I need you on my side! I try to talk again, explain things but I can form any words. Grrr!
Can I point? No. Drat. I try to jump put of Oric's hands to Red, but she doesn't let me. Thinking I'll escape.
But I look to Oric as she approaches Latisha. Maybe she knows what's going on and can fix me. Why can't I remember the dream? Why I am a squirrel?
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Lattiasha emerges from the back room looking... Confused.. "This... is a safe place..." Her eyes flit from the squiril to the hugging tieflings and back.. "I have no idea what is happening but I'm very upset."
She looks around again looking at the bards empty clothes, "ok.. curse progressed even though it shouldn't.. got that much.. what else happened?"
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"What else happened?!" I yell but it's just cute little sounds. "At least your upset. That's important."
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Oric:
I take a deep breath, trying to keep my calm "I'm glad you're upset. When I was falling asleep I was contacted by someone offering to get me out of here. They told me they were making the same offer to everyone. The offer would have placed them outside a city, meaning they would have to make their way there alone. I suspect it didn't go well."
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Retiaria took a deep breath, slowly exhaled then said "They spoke to me too. Then I woke up in the desert. We can't have all dreamed the same thing. It was real... that must be what happens when you make it. Something gets left in your place."
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The woman frowns.. "You should never have been taken from here.. this is my space.. and it is supposed to be safe..." She looks around at all of you.. "Please place Gwyn on the counter." She looks down at the rodentized woman.. "I will do everything I can to repair this curse and get you back with your friends if you'll trust me.. I'll swear any oath you care of have from me to that effect.."
She looks round at the rest of you, "Now.. what happened.. all of it."
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"I just dreamed of a grassy forest.. and I suppose the troubles within." She blinks and scratches her head. "Muh, if this is all true and someone set this all up.. why didn't they tell me a thing?" She asks with a shrug but her eyes go back to both Naethra and Raethra. If it was real then... just what in the Abyss happen to those two?
When Lattiasha swore she would help Gwyn the dragonborn least smiled for a moment for that. Good to hear there's people this trustworthy as she at least tries to repay it in an explanation. "Not too much to tell to be honest. A voice asked if I wanted to leave here... I woke up in a forest and got ambushed by a whole lotta.. I think... goblins yeah. short abut couldn't fully tell if they look like the ones here because they wore skulls. Really loved rocks though. Climbed a tree to try to escape them and... then everything went black." She recalls, having almost conveniently forgot her butter fingers kicking in at the worst time.
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Oric:
I look from Lattisha to Gwyn. I'm... cautious. Lifting her up to my face I speak quietly again, trying not to startle her "Do you trust her? If you shake your head I won't hand you over, don't worry."
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I sigh hearing Red's answer. Like she's trying to convince them I'm just a squirrel. I look Red up and down to see if there is something up with her, not even realizing it would look like to nod to Oric
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Oric:
With a sigh I hand her over to Lattisha, hoping she wasn't secretly the one who did all this. But if Gwyn wanted to trust her, I had to let her.
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Finally letting go of Naethra, Red nodded. "I... I think it was when I was falling asleep? I heard a voice. They asked me if I wanted to be somewhere else. I told them yes, I wanted to be with my... my love. She said she'd help me as much as she could. Next thing I knew I was waking up in a tent in the desert, with some gear and a... home stone, I think it was called? I had a day to get back to White Sands, and ten hours' worth of travel. Didn't get far though. I dodged a few nasties, then there was a sandstorm, and a bug thing hit me in the leg." Retiaria rubbed her leg at the point it had been hit. "I lost the leg. I... I died. Then I woke up here."
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Naethra had barely paid attention to the others in the room. She was stirred from this, somewhat, when she overheard that Gwyn was a squirrel again.
The barista had asked about what had happened. And, for a moment, Naethra wasn't certain what to say.
The voice had almost gotten her out. It had acted against the Fulsome Mistress' orders and risked retribution or repercussions to get her out of this tower. It hadn't worked, but... it could be her only chance out.
She shuddered at the thought. She'd been concerned about where the Voice would put her. She wondered if it would dump her to die in the Wilds. She worried that this was a fool's errand with no chance of success. And after she had crawled and bled her way through hell she had died, by the walls of the place the Voice assured her was the closet thing to home she had. The thought of truing again, of trusting the Voice, elicited a visceral, gut-wrteching revulsion.
And the others had already spoken, anyway.
"Someone... someone came to me. After I fell asleep. It seemed like the sort of... like, dream-fuckery your mistress would do. I never saw her. Just a voice. She said she could get us out. She hated us. Me in particular. Unworthy of your fulsome matron. She offered a way out, and I took it. Dumped me in the Wilds, a half-day away from..." here she swallowed, it took an attempt or two to managed the words, "home. Or the closest thing to one. I... I made it. I ran and hid and crawled my way across hell. I was shot and poisoned and a spider tore off my arm." She ran her fingers over where her scar had just vanished.
"But I made it. I was greeted at the city walls." The words were harder to form now. "Clerics, or priests, or... something. They had healing magic. And acids. They declared me unclean. Unholy. They bound and beat me and..." she left the details empty. She didn't want to think about what it felt when her tongue was cut out. "They killed me, eventually, by accident I think. It took them hours."
She wrapped her arms and tail around her legs, back against the corner. It was reassuring to keep track of all her limbs.
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The woman behind the counter listens.. Each moment of story told causes her face to take on a half measure of anger and horror..."I... I see.." She holds Gwyn to her chest petting her. In between pets her hands shake... "I...I'll get breakfast ready..." She retreats to the back for a few moments.
In the back room she sets down the former bard, "It's... not gonna be easy.. but I'll figure out a way to get you fixed up.. Don't touch anything ok" She pats Gwyn on the head and returns with coffee and fruit. She sets down the tray, "I promise you that none of this will alter you in anyway." She takes a deep breath.."T...that.. whomever it was.. acted out of turn.. You are all here for reasons and even if I can't say.. what was done to you is... " She shakes, "I can't make it up... but.. I'm going to go beyond what I was told I was permitted to do to help you."
She retreats to the back again pats Gwyn's head and then emerges into the front of the store bearing charms.. "show me your weapons.."
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"Oh... oh fuck. Naethra, I'm so sorry..."
What had happened to Retiaria had been terrible. Traumatising. But it paled in comparison to Naethra's story, that was just fucked up! She laid a hand on Naethra's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
When Lattissha came back with breakfast she poured two mugs of coffee, handing one to Naethra and drinking the other herself. "Thanks, Lattissha. That means a lot to me."
When asked, she offered up her trident, net and dagger.
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Oric:
I realize my tail is bristling as the others describe what happened to them. I hand over my warhammer and holy symbol before moving over to Naethra. I know we haven't exactly gotten along but... I kneel down and hug her, pressing her head to my chest as I pet her head "I declined her offer to leave because I knew others wouldn't be able to make it home... I expected things like what happened to the others, but the cruelty of people never fails to shock me... However... if we make it out of here together, I can get you somewhere safe. I promise you. I've spent years guiding people through the wilds, I will get you there safely, and if the place we find is awful, I'll guide you safely to the next place. I won't stop until you find somewhere you can call home."
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"Hey. Whether it's in here or out there, we should stick together. We work well together, we've got each others' backs. This place may have brought us together, but we're a team now. And I don't want to lose any more of you." Retiaria said, trying her best to fake confidence. Taking a sip of her coffee, she added "So next time you try finding home, you'll do it with friends by your side."
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I shake my head, still absently rubbing at my throat, feeling the unexpected tightness there, then numbness then... what even was that place? What was the point of torturing us like that? To make us more eager to stay? I...
I'm all the more suspicious of Latisha, what proof have I that this wasn't all according to the mistress's design? She does seem the sort to play the long game... I hold my tome- the focus of my magic- close to myself and peer at her with open suspicion. "Your pardon, but the last time someone said they were intent on aiding me despite instructions to the contrary, I didn't wind up appreciating it very much."
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Duran was stunned. Red's story was grim but Naethra's was horrifying in more ways then one. She listened to every word said by Naethra and yet found herself not wanting to believe a single thing. "I... I... don't understand..." She said with disbelief, knowing that Naethra might not want to listen to what Duran's going to say. "I believe you, I really do but.. people hurting each other so cruelly.. after everything the gods has done to save our world from the darkness? I.. yeah sure I expected monster tribes to still be hostile but.. people.. to turn on each other just like that!? By the Gods, I'm so sorry Naethra. You did not deserve to go under such a cruel ordeal..." It was just baffling for the dragonborn to consider that people could be so cruel. But those tears from Naethra are clearly real and she has done nothing to be a liar before.
This leaves a troubled feeling even as she takes the coffee and fruit offered to her by Lattisha. Taking a sip slowly as the drink helps wake her up. When she requests to see their weapons the dragonborn nodded and fished out her tools. The scythe that hasn't seen play yet, her trusty moriningstar, and this new weapon she hasn't fully saw the potential of. To help give more space on the table, she extended the mult-ax's form to it's largest before being able to pull it back to it's smallest form to leave out for the hostess of this small area.
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What happened to my friends? They went through hell and I ended up as a squirrel? I try to jump and reach out to Red, but Latisha's petting puts me back down in her hand. Move I need to move.
She then takes me into the back room. I reach out and try to help my team. They need me. I need them. But I'm pulled back into this room and set down. She returns a couple times to pet me and promises to fix me. I need to find away out. I can climb right. I start to see if I can get up to a window or a door.
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Naethra slowly steadied herself. She tried not to flinch when Red touched her, or when Oric pledged to help her find a home. She wanted, desperately, to be alone right now... but for the first time she was also glad these other people were with her.
She accepted the coffee cup from Red. Latisha had promised that this wasn't cursed or enchanted, or at least not transformatively so. She took a long, deep sip, the fluid nearly scalding hot, both smooth and bitter. It was astonishingly good.
She kept silent, her breathing ragged. When Latisha asked to see her weapons, she hesitated only a moment before slipping her focus off her hand. Thankfully, the cup was mostly empty, otherwise she would have definitely spilled as she stood up and walked, weak-kneed, to the table.
She was too tired now. Not sleepy, but wary of soul and spirit. She couldn't keep up her distrust, or her fear, or really much of anything just then. She took a seat, keeping her back against the wall.
"Thank you," she managed, realizing it would be dreadfully rude to remain silent.
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Latisha takes gem stones from her apron.
Touching one to Red's trident it melts into the pearling as the trident feels.. Less like a simple utilitarian object, but more like a bit of master craftsmanship. She feels something in it touch the fires in her.
(Trident +1, and one per short rest Red may cause it to burst into flames for one Round causing an extra 1d6 fire damage on all attacks that round)
Latisha kisses the big pupper and pats her head, "You are a good girl to stay for your friends, and I've a gift as such." She touches a gemstone to the warhammer causing it to become lighter in Oric's hand. "Further.. This can be for you.." She offers a thin copper ring with a single purple stone.. it's not a gem.. but rather a simple rock polished till it gleams.
(+1 Warhammer! Also while wearing the ring she may use a new special action 'Hand off' to allow another member of her team to make an attack action on her turn)
She turns to Lou, 'You know... Fighting it all the time just makes it more entertaining for everyone involved." She giggles and gets out new clothing, Dark blue tailored to fit Lou's curves, but in a masculine style. "I think you'll look pretty damn good in it."
(Lou has pants! Also 2 points of armor bonus)
She touches Naethra's focus letting her own soothing vanilla scent flow into it, "When I find who did this to you...." she stops, "It won't be professional I promise you that." She touches a rainbow colored gem to the focus as well.
(one per short rest Naethra may change the energy type of any damage spell she casts to another energy type of her choice. Once per long rest Naethra may use a tiny fragment of borrowed power from the Dulcine. This causes her foe to instantly fatten to immobility if they fail a wisdom saving throw and remain immobile until they pass a wisdom saving throw at the end of their turn)
She turns to Duran, "You are a delightful girl.. You've tasted of one of my sisters and I can see it in your eyes that you loved the feelings it gave you." She smiles, "Not even the great Yazgash was without sin, She embraced her sins in their time just as she gave out justice in it's time." She taps a gem to Duran's morning star, and offers her a small metal box. "Take this and indulge from time to time thinking of me.. Don't worry, it contain's it's own reverse"
(Duran gains a Morning Star +1. The metal tin has two compartments, While Duran is thin, one contains a small piece of a freshly baked sweet layered cake {Tiramisu for those who are keeping track} that when consumed causes Duran to become plump once more. While Duran is plump opening the box reveals the other compartment contains dry journey bread that when consumed unplumps Duran. It makes one piece of food a day.)
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Suspiciously I go over the suit. I've not seen it's style before, much more accustomed to wizard's robes, but this... this looks nice. I look up at the woman "I... thank you. Though I would say it is more noble to struggle at a trap than to curl up and await being eaten." I look back towards the changing room "I can... go change, I suppose?"
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The moment she picked it up, Retiaria could feel her trident had been improved. Giving it a quick twirl and thrusting it at an imaginary opponent, she couldn't help but grin. It felt lighter, faster, better! More... connected with her, somehow. Wow, this feels great! Thanks, Lattissha!"
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Latisha reaches out almost by reflex then stops short of groping Lou's rear. The lustful grin slips off her face as she simply steps back behind the counter, "Yes, you can use the changing room again.. Feel free to hang onto the skirt.. you look good in it."
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"L..loved it?" she questioned a bit as she felt a tinge of heat on her cheeks, her blush pouring even as she watched in curiosity as her moringstar now glowed with quite some beauty. It looked better and likely was stronger somehow by the gem. Though a fleeting bit of Duran wonders if there's any hope of returning the weapon back to the temple one day. Maybe a replacement will be easier. Still as the Dulcine explained the box and teased the dragonborn she gained enough composure to speak her mind.
"I.. would say..your sister's cooking was really good, even... with what it did... That was.. an experience I admit I found favorable but it's too early to simply say I loved what it did..." She shifted a bit but looked over the new tin box. "Still, thank you for this gift.. I'll have to least try it out once..." She declared almost shyly as she was a bit embarrassed to have even considered the fact Lattisha was kinda right. She had some fun being so large. Maybe trying it again now that she has a way to reverse it isn't so bad...
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Lattisha smiles, "You have to absolutly try it.. I'd love to watch it happen.." She leans on the counter and licks her lips.. "WHat.. I'm my lady's true servant."
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"Thank you," Naethra said, offering a shaky curtsey to Latisha before picking up her focus. She was forcing back the tears now, exhausted and weary but in better control as she slid her hand around the focus' gilded chains.
She paused for a trembling moment. "She... she offered escape. From here. From your mistress. I'm... I'm not sorry I took that chance."
She was unsure if she was defending the rude woman who had sent her to die or not, but... Latisha had made it clear she was the Lady's creature. It likely wasn't the wisest thing to say, but even know Naethra wasn't certain she wouldn't jump at another chance like it.
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Duran paused for a moment and stared at the girl staring back at her. Clearly wanting to see the paladin partake in another treat. She bites her lip lightly, considering it before giving a nod. "Well since I can just reverse it..." The dragonborn open up the compartment to pull out the tasty treat only to give it a bite, and another then finish it up in rather quick eagerness much to even her surprise.
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Lattisha nods hearing Naethra.. "It's understandable for you.. but if I ever find out who that was... oh there will be consequences.. "
She turns back licking her own lips as she watches Duran pull out the tasty smelling cake. (I won't try to describe a good tiramisu.. just have some) This time she doesn't restrain herself running her fingers along Duran's body as weight starts to accumulate. First on her belly growing under the woman's hand, then she lays a hand on Duran's chest as it grows under her fingers, "My sister is going to be so jealous.."
She continues to fondle Duran as she grows from squeezing her plump tail, to gently pressing down on her fattening toes. Soon Duran stands once more in her fattened glory.
((is is perfectly pudgy! She gains 2 HP per level but suffers -1 AC, -1 iniative, loses 5 feet of movement per turn, and must spend 20 to stand from prone.)
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The dragonborn can't help but squirm as she felt Latisha's hands slide over her form, rubbing and stroking the enlarging soft flesh as the paladin begins to plump. "W..why is she going to be jealous?" Duran asks even as her tail is now squeezed, then her larger plump toes. She shivers and stands, looking down to see she has become a fat dragon once more, much to her pout as she'll have to once again get use to the extra weight. Still, at least this time she has a sure fire way to fix herself as she holds in one fat hand the box that caused the change in the first place.
[HP:46/40(+6)] [HD: 4/4] [AC: 18(-1)] [Lay on Hands: 5/20]
[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses / Channel Divinity: Available / Inspiration: Available]
[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, Shield of Fate, and Heroism]
[Effects: MultiAx Handax Tools Mode]
Plump Dragon: Duran gains 2 HP for every level she has. She also suffers -1 to AC and Initiative, -5 to Movement speed and must spend 20 ft to go from prone to standing.
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Oric:
My tail wags a bit now, everyone's mood seems to be improving thanks to the gifts. I decide Naethra still needs my attention though. I approach her and pull her into a hug, her body pressing up against my soft fur and sinking in to my softer weight. Her head only reaches up to around my chest, so her face ends up smushed between them. My hand gently runs through her hair, making sure I'm not forcing her into the hug, just letting her relax into me. My big, soft, warm body. Making it easy to feel safe. Making it easy to feel relaxed. "I'm sorry for being so abrasive before. if you need anything, just let me know okay?"
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"Umph!" Naethra managed, muffled against the canine woman's soft chest. She hadn't appreciated just how much taller Oric had become.
She wanted to still be angry at Oric. She remembered their argument, Oric's condescending bluster, the little tidbit the Voice had passed to her... but right now, she was just hugging her, offering comfort in her own way.
Naethra did not like it. But, she knew she shouldn't spurn honest condolence, even from Oric.
Gently, she managed to slip a hand between herself and Oric and began to push, slowly, until she had some breathing room, and then until she could take a step backward.
"Err... thank you," she said, attempting a smile at the cleric. "I... I think I'll be fine," she lied.
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Oric:
my ears drooped a bit, my tail stopping it's wag involuntarily "Okay." I force a smile and try and look pleased, not quite realizing how little control I have over my tail and ears. [natural 20 on insight] I guess she can't just forgive me for all the fighting and stuff... I want to admit how I really feel, like I did with Red last night, but I was drunk and horny and confused... even with the lowered stress of this body I can't just change that much that quickly. Everyone either dies or leaves. That's my job. Get them were they want to go, then get left behind. There's no reason to get attached, it only makes things harder.... so why can't I help it? Is it because of how I've been changed? But if she says she's fine there's nothing I can do. I suppose I should just try and pretend I'm accepting it and don't care...
[approximate estimation of how Oric looks https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSWQkPPEsDpZ5l9CvjdsXZhxSs2tV5-wj-um6s_IoocLlqobMkj]
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Retiaria watched as Duran ate the cake and expanded, a bemused expression on her face. Last time had been an unexpected consequence, but this time she was deliberately doing it, knowing full well what would happen to her? Retiaria just didn't get it.
She shot Oric a sympathetic look as her offer of comfort was rejected by Naethra. Sure, they may have had their differences, but their conversation last night had made her realise a few things about the cleric. Both of them wanted Naethra to feel better, but... well, there was only so much you could do if the person you're trying to help doesn't want to be helped.
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She smiles gently rubbing Duran's belly, "Why would Amber be jealous?" She giggles, "Simple, she might have gotten to get one of you big first." She gives one of her plump breasts a squeeze, "I got to watch.. and feel it happen." She does stop groping the dragon borne eventually.
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"Oh! Uh, that reminds me." Retiaria spoke up. "I've got some biscuits that... do that. Could you make them safe to eat?"
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She blushes as those hands rub her belly and tries to hide a moan when her chest is squeezed as well. She blushes a bit but gives a nod to that explanation. "I suppose that.. makes sense... well glad to um made you happy and that makes it totally worth doing... since I can fix myself later.' She mutters the last part as she gives a sigh of relief once the girl finally stops playing over her plump form.
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Latteisha looks over at Retaria, "I could play dumb for a while for comedic effect, but the answer is.. I can.. but I won't." She smiles, "I'll sell you food that won't have enhancing side effects, but we put our hearts into making food that improves the one that consumes it. I wouldn't wreck the work of another."
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"Fair." Retiaria replied with a shrug. "I wouldn't call it improving, but whatever. Personal taste, y'know?"
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"Oh... that reminds me... I, uh, I should get used to eating again. How much to buy some supplies? Just, rations and water. Without any additional effects?" Naethra asked.
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"Speaking of water, can I get my skins refilled?" Retiaria asked. "Ooh! And some of that great drink for the road, too?"
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Lattisha sighs and shakes her head, "The way I make it.. uses milk so it doesn't keep well in the skin." She fills teh water skins for a nominal fee that is as much as I said last time but I don't feel like digging though..*
"Trail rations and Journy bread, 5 silver coins for a days worth.. unless you are that puppy or that lovely paladin.. then its 8. You two need to keep your figures after all."
((*Niht edit- it's 5cp per skin if anyone else is interested))
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I was gone for a while- figuring out the strange, close-tailored new garments... but at least they covered. That was better, right? The cut did seem to emphasize all of these curves in much the same way that the previous cleavage had done, but... I sigh, and slip it on, folding the skit carefully away in my bag. I was going to just leave it on the floor but... well, it /was/ rather fetching, and thinking of it as ceremonial garb... I sigh, adjusting the suit, and head out, obsessively running a hand over my belly to smooth the cloth there. Attempting to pre-empt any comments about my new look, I ask the barista as I emerge "So, just once question before we leave- why are we leaving? What's above that's worth climbing to? This place certainly seems more... civil, than below, at least when you're awake..." I let the jibe linger for a moment "But I get the impression it's something of an oasis."
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She smiles, "Thats two questions.. but I'll answer them anyway." She opens a door leading into what appears to be a fairly unassuming wood paneled hallway, "You are leaving, because you must. I'm happy that you found something pleasant here, but, you must carry on. Even baring the idea that the Lady herself will be displeased by the choice to sit down and never move, I'll have to keep charging you, and you'll run out of resources, and if you don't leave at that point I'll be forced to take steps. So, one way or another you'll be moving on in your quest."
"It is an Oasis, We are servants of the Lady and we stay at those points between.. Arbitrary points in this place. Those of us who serve here do so because we want to see the questers succeed. Here is a bit of a secret for you. The Lady wants you to succeed too. There is a reward beyond my ability to describe, nor my permission to disclose, but.. Reaching the end is worth it." She cleans one of reds many many glasses, "There will be many challenges as well, but hopefully you all think well enough of me that I may return."
A sign reading 'Exit' in each of your primary languages appears above the door. "Go now, or choose to stay and eat up your resources and risk boring her.. I wish you well."
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"Huh. Well, I really wanna know why you all want us to succeed." Retiaria said with a smile, "But I'm getting the impression it's more fun if we don't know. Thanks for all the drinks, and I really hope we meet again."
With a friendly wave goodbye, she gathered up her gear and led the way through the door...
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Naethra was quiet. She looked at the exit, back at their hostess.
"Well, then. If... on your word that these will have no transformative effects, I'd like to buy a couple week's worth of food. And a few skins of water."
She tried to work out what she could feasibly carry. Somehow, she doubted there'd be safe food ahead. Or safety of any sort, really.
((I believe Naethra has 70 silver and whatever the water is going for.))
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Oric:
I agree that we should get moving, so I give the woman a polite bow before a thought occurs to me. I try and speak in crude fey so the others don't know what I'm asking for. I hand her a bag of coins "6 days rations. 4 days corrupt rations."
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Naethra recognized spoken fey, even with the atrocious accent and abysmal inflection. Even with eyes bloodshot and weary from tears, the look she gave Oric could curdle milk and chill blood.
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I grit my teeth and adjust the neckline of my suit "...risk boring her. Certainly a risk you always have to be careful of in regards to people who wish you the best." I don't mumble it, I say it clearly. I don't like being out of control of my destiny, and I don't think I'd succeed at hiding it if I tried.
"Clean food and water, and I'll be on my way then."
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Food is handed out a wrapped bundle to Naethra, Retria, and two to Oric, "You should be open with what you enjoy.. Trying to hide it only makes you look suspicious to your friends."
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Oric:
I shrug, still speaking in crude fey "Oh this isn't for me. I just figure they'll come in handy at some point. As for letting them know, it's mind control insurance. Them knowing doesn't help Them, but could hurt them. Also should keep people from stealing my rations."
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The dragonborn is bit amused at the price change just purely for the weight. She doesn't intend to keep it as the strange girl might hope but gives a polite bow, purchasing some supplies she needs before heading out her way with the rest. "Yeah.. I don't like staying in one place anyway.. I rather figure out more about what this 'Lady' wants with us." She declares as she starts to leave. "Still, thank you so much for helping us, Miss Lattisha." she says, stopping to turn and give her one last respectable bow before she heads off.
(1 waterskin refill and 5 rations for 40 SP and 5 CP)
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After Duran gives that respectable bow as the group heads for the door ready to get rolling she feels a not that respectable, but very appreciative squeeze on her rear.
Once the exit the door closes behind them, and they find that they are standing on a white sand beach stretching as far as the eye can see looking side to side. The cerulean sea stretches to the horizon sparking in clear sunlight from the cloudless sky. Behind the party is a sheer cliff face easily hundreds of feet and looking very formidable.
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Stepping out onto the sandy beach, Retiara looked around with a wide smile. "This place is beautiful! Is that a sea? I've never seen one before!"
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Oric:
For once I'm shocked and that immediately puts me on alert. I've never been to the ocean, and I've never liked sand. My tail bristles as I look around "It's very pretty indeed, but I don't trust it. Keep your guard up."
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Lou:
I frown, shading my eyes with my hand "The... sea. And the positioning seems to indicate that our objective is not in either direction across the beach- the narrative implied by the origin of this place would not bear such ambiguity, with nothing to recommend one direction over the other but... then again, we've no vessel, and I'm not such a strong swimmer as to simply head out that way..." I adjust my suit again and swear in goblin "I just got this suit... fine, I'll go forth. Watch my back please?" I mutter something as I wade forward into the water- I pause though, with just my toes wet "...I can manage to survive underwater with fairly minimal issue, but I cannot ensure the same for everyone. That would seem to indicate that diving is not the direction we're supposed to go, no? But then... it's the only direction to scout? Shall I go scouting?" I'm staring at the opaque waves with a sudden apprehension as to what may lie beneath them. unseen and waiting.
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Retiara took her sandals off, then followed Lou to the water's edge, poking it with a foot and giving it a splash. The warm sand and cool water felt lovely underfoot. "Um... if you're saying we need to go out... into that... we got a problem. I can't swim. And I don't see any boats around..."
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Oric:
I look at the pair with a confused tilt of my head "What... are you two doing? It makes far more sense to walk along the beach doesn't it?" I look to the left and right, seeing nothing of note in either direction I decide to just choose left at random "I think we should get moving and stay on land. The sea is dangerous.
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Duran was quite surprised to see a place full of sand with water and behind her a cliff she couldn't help ponder isn't usually overwhelmed by the water that laps upon the beach they are on. Still she was mostly distracted by the sights. Sand as far as their eyes can say. "Is.. is this one of those deserts I heard about? I've never seen sooo much sand about. Although.. I thought it was going to be a lot hotter. This is.. quite nice." The dragon paladin mutters out to no one in particular only to soon ponder with Oric on why the two are heading to the water when there's so much sand to travel on. That and well she really doesn't think she'll be much of a swimmer with her larger frame.
Another question bubbled up out of curiosity as she like Oric didn't actually plan to take to the water yet. Still she had to ask it, just to know. "Um.. does being fatter make you float or sink?" She asks out with a slight blush but this might actually be important to the sheltered dragonborn. You never know!
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I look at the pair with a confused tilt of my head "What... are you two doing? It makes far more sense to walk along the beach doesn't it? I think we should get moving and stay on land. The sea is dangerous."
"...Oh. Right. Okay." Retiaria was clearly disappointed, her inability to swim set aside she'd been quite excited about experiencing the sea. Still, she turned and walked alongside Oric- though she did stay ankle deep in the water.
"Is.. is this one of those deserts I heard about? I've never seen sooo much sand about. Although.. I thought it was going to be a lot hotter. This is.. quite nice."
"No way of telling what's behind those cliffs, but I'd guess no. I'm from a desert town, and yeah, it gets way hotter. Plus this sand is... different. Whiter, and it's smoother too. Desert sand is kinda gritty." She chuckled, "I like this sand more."
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As Oric starts to walk down the beach she notices a leather strap only slightly exposed in the sand.
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Oric:
Seeing the strap I stop, and gesture for the others to stop as well. I look around to see if there's anywhere someone could be hiding in ambush besides over the cliff or under the water. Once I'm confident I pick up a stone and toss it at the strap, attempting to hit the ground with enough force to trigger something.
[If nothing happens] : I pull out a stick and attempt to poke around it briefly, before finally trying to hook the leather strap and tugging on it.
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Pulling the strap you pull a high quality leather satchel from the sand. Clinking glass can be heard inside. The leather looks to have been completely soaked before becoming mostly burred in the sand.
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Naethra was quiet going through the portal, still glaring at Oric.
And then she was on a beach. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen before, but she'd read accounts from before the world was sundered. There was no denying a certain peaceful beauty the ancients spoke of, but now, Naethra couldn't help but wonder what lurked beneath those waves.
"Maybe we can scale the cliffs? We'd get a better vantage, a good idea of where we are, and... well, from what I've read, the water at the shore doesn't stay put. Those waves can move closer or further away from where we are... and they nigh consume this strand entirely at high tide."
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"Nice find, Oric."
Retiaria looked up at the cliffs. "I guess I could climb up and have a look around. It'd suck if we were going away from a town or whatever."
Stowing her weapons in her satchel, she approached the cliff and tried scaling it. Obviously she wasn't going to be able to reach the top, but with some effort maybe she could get high enough to have a better vantage point, at least. Her tail helped balance her, and with bare feet she was able to get an excellent grip on the rock...
[Athletics 18+5= 23]
Once up as high as she could get, she looked around for any signs of civilisation...
[Perception 20+1= 21]
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Oric:
I cautiously bring the satchel closer to myself and then slowly open it, holding the opening away from me. Once I'm sure nothing is coming out I bring it closer and inspect the contents.
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The dragonborn pondered over Naethra's point, looking around the beach. "Water rises around here.. huh... um.. maybe could try to climb up but... that seems pretty darn high up.. you think we can get to the top?" she asks quite curiously to the tiefling only to see the other one, Red have no problem scaling up a bit to try to get a good view of things.
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I'm certainly relieved that I'm apparently not needed to dive into the dark ocean, "I'm confident that we're not meant to just walk to either direction... but" I turn to stare up the cliff "Didn't the serving woman mention something about ascending?"
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"I don't think it's quite that literal," Naethra said to Lou. She kept her eyes on Red, wondering how she could get up there herself. She didn't have Red's upper-body strength.
"Do you have a rope you could throw down from the top?" she hollered to Red. Turning to Duran, "we could probably scale that... if you use your slimming food, before our Gracious Hostess decides she doesn't want you to have the option." She remembered the pills Oric abused.
Then she turned a weary eye towards the former dwarf.
"Be careful with that. It's probably a trap." She took a step away from Oric, just to be safe.
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Climbing up the cliff face doesn't strain red too much, even thought it is a difficult climb. She looks out no signs of civilization in any direction.
Oric opens the pack. It does not explode. Inside are several glass bottles. One of which contains a rolled up paper.
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Well... darn it, that was disappointing.
Slithering back down the cliff, Retiaria jumped the last nine feet or so, landing in the soft sand and coming up in a roll. Walking over to the others, she said "I got nothing. Just miles and miles of beach and sea..."
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Oric:
Curious. I pull out the bottle with a piece of paper in it and attempt to extract what I hope is a note. perhaps it will give us some hint of what needs to be done.
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The note in the bottle simply reads, "I've found my kingdom. Drink and join me there."
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Assuming Oric shares the note, I frown, sighing, and nod. "Of course. So we are to be getting wet. They must be potions of water breathing. I suppose that was to be expected, since the whole theme of this awful plane is to get you wet."
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Duran shook her head to Naethra. "Not unless you want to wait til tomorrow. Something bout the think doesn't give me the other piece until a day has passed." She explained only to blink when Oric found a note. She looks over it as well but govies a shrug, looking down to the ocean water. "So.. we drink that?" She asked, pointing to all that water.
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"Uh... I don't think even you could drink an entire sea, Duran. Maybe we just drink what's in the bottles if you're thirsty..."
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Naethra groaned.
"We're stuck on a narrow band of sand between cliffs and an ocean. There's a half buried bag with potions and a vague, unhelpful note not twenty feet from where we arrived. The way I see it, we have three options. We can start walking down a beach and hope it leads somewhere. We can drink the mysterious potions, which is exactly what our Fulsome Hostess wants us to do. Or, we could do something unexpected and work out some way to get up those cliffs."
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"...Can you fly, Naethra? What about the rest of us? Because unless we all suddenly grow wings," Retiaria paused, looking around. A few seconds later she was sure that wasn't going to happen. "There ain't no way we're climbing that cliff. I'm no professional climby person, but I'm sure we'd get exhausted before we got to the top. We'd need specialised gear to get up that thing that we just don't have. So I vote we drink the bottles."
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The dragonborn ponders herself on what to do. "Well I figured it meant we drink a bit... but wait the bottles have something to drink?" She didn't actually have a good look at them as she looks towards the bottles then at the massive cliff. "Hmmnn.. I mean.. we could try to climb... there's least this soft ground and water below us..." The dragonborn isn't quite sure herself as she ponders what they should do.
"Maybe drink up then if climbing is so hard?" She shrugs. "We could least test out the bottles to see if they even work."
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"Oh for fuck's sake, all this standing around yammering's getting us nowhere! You think testing them's a good idea? Fine. I'll test one."
Retiaria grabbed one of the bottles, pulled the cork and chugged its contents.
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The drink is oddly refreshing. It's.. tea.. and peaches.. and a lovely cool sensation in the bright sun.
Then Red's horns pull down tighter on her head.. webs spread between her fingers as her claws grow longer as her possessions melt into her body as scales start to run down her body from the waist down. Then a sensation almost like a massage all along her legs as they squeeze together.. A red scaled fishy tail forming as Red falls into the soft sand and feels the surf lapping along her tail. Her smile is now full of sharp pointy teeth, her tail gone as Red the slightly Deamonic mermaid now rests in the surf.. The ocean awaits.
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"Mmm. Yummy. I guess it's jus-urk!"
Retiaria's hands shot to her head as she felt something shift. Her horns had changed?! Then she felt something squeezing and pushing at her legs, and suddenly she was falling. She stared with mute shock at the fish tail where her legs used to be. "Oh... holy fucking shit... I... I'm half fish now? Fuck, I hope this isn't permanent. And where's my stuff?
She pulled and rolled herself into the water, laying on her back in the shallows. After a few moments' hesitation, she ducked her head under the water. And breathed. It felt strange, but she wasn't drowning, so that was a plus. Sticking her head back up, she said "Okay. So, before you guys say 'I told you so', or 'that was really dumb', I... I know. But plus side, I can breathe water now?"
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Oric:
I look on with a sigh that barely hides my very obvious concern. Once it's obvious she's not going full fish or being hurt I let out a sigh of relief. "Well I can't let you go alone now can I?" I step into the water, set down the bag in the sand, and drink one of the vials.
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Oric also gets a lovely drink of the beverage her fur slicking back down against her body. Gold scales form along her legs as they are also massaged into a tail.. but.. she shrinks as well... flopping down seemingly half the size of Red now! Her hands are smooth claws, now mildy sharp don't seem nearly the damage dealers of Red. Her equipment has also melted into her new body. The surf feels so good on her little golden tail..
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Oric:
I wiggle and whimper at the sensation, a mix of feelings I'm not quite sure how to place. As I flop down into the surf I feel small and vulnerable... I press up against Red, half hugging her for comfort, and half hugging her because hugs are nice okay?
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The dragonborn looks on in surprise as Red then Oric decided to risk the ocean. Watching their changes though bit concern how Oric went from taller then the rest to shorter.. She gives a shrug upon this. "Well.. let's see how well this goes.." She says with a gulp before taking the potion and walking towards the water, giving the tea like liquid a sip. "Mmnn Red's right.. this isn't half bad at all."
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The tea flows down easy as the first thing duran notices is her scales getting even smoother.. cool slick skin runs down her legs.. Her breasts grow... her whole body seems to grow taller and thicker still even as her legs merge together.
She's easily twice as the size of red now.. and at least 5 times her weight... crawling through the sand is hard for the massive mermaid, but the water looks so cool and inviting.
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Retiaria wrapped an arm around Oric as she hugged her. "Aww, you're tiny now! So cute."
She then stared as Duran bulked up, becoming truly massive. "Whoa, bloody hell..."
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Welp. It looks like the group we playing right into their Fulsome Hostess' hands. Again.
She leveled an entirely unamused look at the three in the water.
"I'd just gotten my body back," she muttered. However... she couldn't help but think that this change may not be as permanent as some of the others. Their Gracious Mistress wanted them in the water, and she'll likely want them out again eventually. Still... something would likely hold over...
"I reserve the right to say 'I told you so' when this inevitably goes tits-up," she muttered. She took one of the vials and, after a moment's hesitation, stepped into the water. She drank it when she standing waist-deep in the surf.
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The dragonborn felt her body expand as she started to grow taller and far larger. Making her have to quickly waddle into the deeper parts of the water as her legs start pushing together to form a tail. "Ugh... what is with this Goddess and trying to make me sooo fat?" She whines with a huff but at lest she is easily the tallest one now so there's that. But a part of her wonders what would happen if she tried to use the slim down bread during this? She probably can't right now but would she become a skinny giant fish thing?
Regardless she looks to Naethra who defeated, joins them in trying out fish forms. "Well yeah. why would you not if you ended up correct?" She asks curiously but watches the second tiefling to see what she would become.
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As Naethra drinks down the refreshing beverage nothing happens for long moments.. Then the others can see her colors washing out.. growing pale.. her tail grows out from her legs as she drops into the water.
When she pops her head back out a faintly glowing orb dangles from a stalk growing from her forehead.
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I frown pretty deeply at watching all of this. "I... would really prefer to... I can just change myself to... uuuugh, but if I lose concentration I suppose I'll drown. Well played." I take one of the drinks and hold my nose while I down it- whatever it does to me can't be too much more novel than what's already happened.
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The drink goes down easy. Lou's gear swiftly melts away as her body takes on a brilliant blue hue. She starts to get shorter arms and legs shrinking in somewhat more in proportion to the rest of her body.. then.. long flowing fins.. Beautiful wispy blue fins trailing from her arms and tail like dancers skirts and veils..
The sea now calls.. The party may now swim deeper in and see who has invited them below the waves.
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I snort, diving more deeply into the water. "Of course... they want me to be frilly and pretty. I'd say I don't know what I was expecting, but that's a lie. I was expecting this."
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Retiaria chuckled at that. "Well, look on the bright side- you're hella pretty right now. If you're gonna be a girl... or a fish... half fish half girl? You're better off being a cute one than a minger, right? Not that anyone here don't look great like this..."
She took a moment to admire the sparkling scales on her tail before diving to follow Lou- and ending up flailing wildly, head down. It took a few tries before she could figure out how to properly move like this, and it still felt awkward to say the least, but she found if she sort of wiggled her tail it would propel her forwards, and leaning forwards would make her go down.
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It took a while of the changes to manifest, and Naethra felt... odd, afterward. There was a jarring blop as her legs merged into her new tail and she went from standing to bobbing in the water. Her clothes just... not quite vanished. She had scales now, pale and faint, even more-so than she'd been while working at the library day in and day out.
But, even more jarring than her vanished legs, sudden nudity, and new aquatic sensibilities... she felt and saw the glow above her eyes, dangling from a rod of flesh that sprouted from her forehead like an antennae. The orb... it glowed. She could feel it. It was her spell focus, the arcane orb that had been gifted by her Fae Lady.
She looked at her pale hand. Somehow... she noted how Red had become a giant predator, Duran had become something large round and soft, Lou had become something... well, very pretty and colorful and feminine. Either the potion was set to work off personality, or the transformation had been managed by the Fulsome Hostess. Either way, she couldn't help but wonder what pale and with a glowy orb said about her. She couldn't shake the feeling their Hostess was mocking her somehow.
But, for the moment, she was half fish. Or half fish-something. And it looked like they'd be in the water for now. Tentatively, she flexed her new tail (and grumbled when she realized she'd lost her own tiefling tail in the change, right after she'd just gotten that back, too). She was shocked at how far she went with just a single push of her tail-fin. She stopped, treading with her arms and adjusting herself upright, now in deeper water, and tried to brace herself for a dive. She took a breath and tried to dunk her head under the waves... only for the increased buoyancy to keep her from getting more than a couple inches below the surface.
Naethra steadied herself, brushing away her soaking (and now oddly pale) hair from her eyes, only for her crystaline lure to bobble with the motion. She couldn't help but think someone, somewhere, was laughing at her just now. Tentatively, she reached a hand to touch her prominent new addition while looking around to see if the others were adapting better than she was.
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Duran watched as the last of her team has fully transformed into what would easily be such an odd set of water like creatures, all sticking out to be separate in one way or another. She sighed, while she looks bigger and tougher, she also looks well like dieting was never a concept at any point of her life and she could not help but wonder if this was some joke set up by this 'Lady' or that it was by pure dumb luck.
Regardless, there was no use complaining about it as she turns to follow Lou and Red deeper into the water. Wiggling, moving slowly, she tried to force her body forward by swinging the only limbs she had that remained. Her arms constantly swinging forward as if she was attempting to dig though a pile of sand that isn't even there. But as she struggles to get anywhere, her tail does start to turn as her body attempts to make use of it. Soon giving her some momentum as she tries to get use to her... sea legs.
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Oric:
I take a moment to get used to my new... tiny body. My size certainly hasn't been very consistent recently. Regardless I keep myself cuddled up to Red, attempting to help her swim.
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It takes a great deal of time but soon enough all of you are swimming in the same direction. Duran's slow powerful strokes propell her deeper even as Oric's frantic paddling keeps her along side. Right around the time that the light from the surface completely fades lights appear all around you.
Jellyfish glowing illuminating the depths.. Two trails of them leading downward deeper and deeper into the sea.
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"Ooh, those are pretty..." Retiaria gasped as the first jellyfish came into view. "They kinda look like your head thingy, Naethra!"
Unless otherwise directed, she'd follow the Jellyfish Road.
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Even as she got used to her new form, Naethra still found this whole experienice disconcerting. She felt so naked. Which, well, she was. She was acutely aware of her breasts and nipples free in the water, if thankfully reduced in size from her time as a plant.
As the light from above faded she grew more aware of her own orb. Oddly, it didn't really seem to help her see, or illuminate the dark around them. She felt very small in the vast, open waters.
And then she saw the jellyfish, illuminating the deeps.
"Those... that's beautiful," she murmured, taken by the ethereal glow. "They look almost parralel... do you think that's natural? Or..." she gasped, which felt profoundly odd underwater, "they look like lamp-posts!"
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"I have no idea what pallarel is, but yeah. Most beautiful damn lamp posts I ever saw..." Retiaria agreed. She just wanted to stop and stare at them for a while, but... no, there was plenty more to see further down, she was sure.
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Oric:
I look on at the glowing creatures with suspicion "It certainly feels like we're being guided somewhere... though I do think we should approach with caution. I know brightly coloured creatures tend to be poisonous, so I can only imagine what something that actively emits light would do to you."
(14 on a nature roll is hopefully enough to know about colour and poison)
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"Why would something poisonous be colorful?" She asks honestly curious to that statement but keeping it in mind as she keeps swimming with her strong heavy strokes. Still she follows them as judging by the lack of anything else but water, they might be leading them to where they are going.
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"Dunno, but my guess is for food. The colours draw something in that tries to eat it, the eater gets killed by the poison, then the eater gets eaten." Retiaria nodded, pleased with her logic. "Yeah. That makes sense..."
She glanced at her skin, wondering if she herself was poisonous. Nah, she'd been 'eaten' plenty of times, and Aelia never got sick...
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Oric knows the jellies are in fact poisonous.. if touched or eaten. As it is following them down below leads to what seems to be some manner of suspended platforms.. as you get closer, you see that they all give off a pleasant glow that suffuses the water around them. Buildings rise from them as merfolk swim between them. There are not signs so much as elaborate mosaics of coral and shells over doors. The glowing jellies and the platforms all seem to lead towards a an intimidating palace of large dark mineral on it's own floating platform.
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Duran swam closer but notice the platforms marked by coral and shells. She tilt her head but didn't stop moving towards said platforms, sticking to them rather then the jellyfish when Red points out that such colorful things, if poisoned, try to lure you into an attack. "I.. Think we are getting close? Maybe? Hard to see with everything else is just... water."
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Naethra pursed her lips. She wasn't certain that's how animal biology worked... but she'd always preferred studying societies, histories, and magic, and as a result wasn't quite confident enough in her opinion to give it voice.
And then they saw the city.
"Oh... oh my..." Naethra murmured, eyes wide, taking in as much of it as she could. It was beautiful, but so alien. And there were other people here! She hadn't quite expected that, even when she saw the pathway.
"There are others, like us... do you think they were born this way? Or changed, like us?" She tried to peer, to take in details. She was conscious of how vulnerable they were. Here, in the water, they could be struck from any direction. But...
"They haven't attacked us yet. I think that's a good sign?"
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Oric:
I feel even smaller as I look upon the city, pressing up close against my nearest ally so as not to get separated. "I don't think they're hostile... we should probably try and get one of them to speak with us. I get the feeling we should go to the big building, but finding out more about this place first seems like a good idea."
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"...Wow..." Retiaria gasped as the city came into view. It was... incredible. Beautiful, but still something about it made her feel uneasy.
"They haven't attacked us yet. I think that's a good sign?"
"Not being attacked is always nice, yeah."
Retiaria put a protective arm around Oric, feeling her press up against her.
"I don't think they're hostile... we should probably try and get one of them to speak with us. I get the feeling we should go to the big building, but finding out more about this place first seems like a good idea."
Nodding her agreement, Retiaria said "Sounds wise. This place is pretty as fuck, but something about it's giving me the creeps all the same. better to get the lay of it first. Uh... cover us just in case they turn violent, yeah?"
She swam towards the nearest inhabited platform, waving at a mermaid as she approached. "Hey! 'Scuse me? Can we talk? We're new here!"
[Charisma 18+1= 19 to seem friendly and approachable and not at all a threat.]
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Two mermaids with long silvery tails pause seeing your approach. They clasp their hands together and bow their heads in greeting. "Welcome." They smile, "You are expected. The queen told us newcomers would be arriving from the surface." One swims into a building and returns with a net basket containing several wriggling shrimp and some manner of faintly glowing pulseing sphere.
"Please accept these gifts. I'm Laruen, and this is Emile. If you see the queen please let her know that we are honoring our guests as we should."
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Retiaria nodded and took the basket and sphere with a smile.. "Thank you. I'm Retiaria and this is Oric. Will do. So, um, what exactly is this ball thing anyway?"
"Now I could get used to this!" she said to Oric. "Being an honoured guest sounds great..."
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Well, this was surprising.
Naethra kept her distance from the the woven basket with writhing shrimp. Was this what they ate down here? Would it be rude to decline eating still alive water-bugs? She wasn't certain what the magic would have done to her diet, but the idea felt odd.
She cast Red a wary look. The red shark-girl was, as always, too enthusiastic. She turned to Lauren and Emile.
"Your... queen. Is she from the surface? We found a note on a beach, next to a number of potions..." as she said this, she began to wonder if she was divulging too much. What if they had plans for surface dwellers? Well, ominous plans at any rate. They were clearly preoccupied with their queen... was that out of respect, fear, or slavish indoctrination?
"Where are we, anyway?" she asked, hoping to steer the conversation towards more neutral waters.
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I won't lie... I'm a curious soul. Were I not, I'd've never become a wizard. And this is a fascinating place beyond my experience, so I look around with interest, flitting about on my fins to get a closer look at things.
Then we run into these people and they seem... Nervous about their queen. I think I have sufficient reason to be suspicious at this point. "Do you know for certain we're the visitors who were expected? I would hate to take gifts not intended for me... What is the name of your city?"
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They smile, "oh those are quite tasty. We grow them in the hot currents." She cuts one of the pulsing sphere with a finger talon and eats a slice before offering it back.
"Our queen came to us from outside, Our last queen was lost to us without bringing an heir so our new queen has been a godsend." They smile again looking at your worried expressions, "Is something wrong?"
Looking at the basket Lauren smiles, "Oh don't worry, the queen wants us to welcome all newcomers, but did make a proclamation that there would likely be five people in a very odd mixed company appearing here sooner or later."
Emile elbows her, "Oh right.. Welcome to Harasova! Do you need to rest or would you like us to take you to the palace gates?"
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"Ooh, nice!"
Retiaria clawed off a couple of slices, popping one in her own mouth and offering the others to her friends.
"Hmm... so the queen knew it'd be us coming, not just some random folk. We lost a princess a while back, you don't reckon she... she got here before us, do you?"
"I'm good to go straight to the palace. What do you reckon, ladies?"
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Oric:
I get a flutter of hope at Reds comment, but quickly squash it back down into healthy suspicion "I think we should go to the place. We wouldn't want to keep someone so important waiting."
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Naethra cast a dubious look at the glowing food. She wasn't hungry enough to try something still squirming, however.
She nodded agreement with Red and, to her credit, only winced a little when the missing princess was brought up. "That... sounds good. If we're expected, we shouldn't keep a monarch waiting. And if it isn't us she's waiting for, well, then postponing things would only make it worse."
As they began swimming, Naethra drifted over towards Lou. She still couldn't believe how colorful and pretty the wizard had turned out. It rather made her more conscious of her own paleness.
"I've tried advocating caution with this group from the beginning. Believe me, it doesn't work," she told Lou, her voice cast low enough that the others shouldn't be able to hear her, "the best you can do is just sort of... manage their eagerness, I guess. You have to choose your battles with this lot, Lucious. This audience is happening, one way or the other, so the best we can do is prepare. Keep your wits about you, and try to think of what we'll do if things go tits-up."
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The whale of a fix looks curiously at the offered spheres and smiles, giving a bow and after seeing one of the greeting fish girls try one, she curiously takes a bite herself. They seem pretty and the offering was quite nice. Surely it taste at least half as good as they say. Regardless the once dragonborn paladin mostly follows everyone else's lead as she takes in the sigh of the underwater city. "I'm tad curious what kind of place you got here.. but yeah, we shouldn't keep a Queen waiting right?"
She's not too familiar with royalty herself as there was no king and queens within the temple she grew up in. Perhaps they are like the Head Priest and are simply in charge of things. Do they too follow a deity like Aircame? Or would it be the Fish God instead? The curiosity peaks but she doesn't pry just yet, she'll ask the Queen.
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The dark fortress looms ever larger as you swim to it. The Columns of the fortress light up with an internal luminescence casting the bare courtyard into dark blue relief. Their is a statue of abstract shapes that gives the impression of fish swimming in a circle.
The door opens and swimming in you cross past bulky mermaid guardians, but they do not give off a sense of menace, only that they are prepared to act in whatever way is necessary.
Finally you all come to a grand audience chamber.. Swimming down the chamber you see in her own pool of light a mermaid in the style of a great white shark. She smiles showing all of the points of her tooth jaw and looking over you all. "Welcome my friends.. I've waited for you all.. Welcome to my kingdom."
The voice cannot be mistaken.. This is princess Aerin!.. Queen Aerin now..
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"Aerin!" Retiaria yelled, a huge grin on her face as she swam at full speed towards the shark queen, slamming into her with a massive hug.
"I'm so glad we caught up with you! We were worried. Nice place you got here though!"
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As red slams into shark queen she laughs. She pats Retria on the head, she seems to have grown as a shark.. Not quite a big as Duran the whale, but with a clearly powerfully musscled body, unlike the paladins more blubbery one.
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"Aerin!" Naethra cried.
She was torn between a desire to rush towards her one-time colleague, and an equally strong desire to stay away from what appeared to be a giant, lean, and predatory mermaid. Ultimately, she moved closer, her enthusiasm carrying her to juuust outside of striking range.
"We were so worried! We looked everywhere for you! We even attacked a gnoll-queen's fortress, just on the hunch that you might be one of her prisoners! What happened? One moment you were right with us, and then... how did you end up here? What..."
She paused for a moment before continuing. "What did the Mistress of this Realm do to you? To bring you here?"
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The whale could not believe what she saw after passing the guards. Right before her was some strange shark girl who's voice had that as the princess who mysterious vanished from their group. "Aerin?" She smiled and floated closer. "It's good to see you. How did you manage to get pass the gnolls? Heck, the forest? The goblins...ogres, up that hidden path.. in the water.... pass the jellyfish... yeah just.. how did you get by all that?" She asked, quite curious even as Naethra hints that it could been the Lady's actions. "And... how did you become a ruler of this place? Did they need someone to lead that badly? Or where you just naturally fit for the role?" Again she asked more questions, swimming bit around Red and Aerin as she grins happily.
"Bah, regardless. One thing's for sure. I'm glad to see ya still breathing!"
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Aerin smiles showing the points of her teeth. "it's a long story. When I got trapped the Lady here said she was giving me royal blood. When we went to the lemon girls store, I noticed a hidden door. By the time I noticed you had moved on, the door was already sealed behind you.. So I took that path." She shrugs, "I ran into some people, we traveled for a while. I ended up underwater right around the time the previous ruler was overthrown by adventurers and the people were left alone. The so called heroes went off to nowhere."
She picks up and strokes a bident, "turns out, they needed someone of royal blood to sit on the throne.. but it didn't have to be their royalty." She laughs, "So now I have a kingdom of my own."
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"Heh, nice. Glad to see you landed on your feet." Retiaria chuckled. "So, you look pretty set up here. I guess you're not gonna want to come with us? And speaking of... not that I ain't happy to see you, but do you know how we can move on?"
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"Oh, wow."
Did they really just... overlook her? Somehow... somehow Naethra suspect that she was with the group when they left the woman she couldn't see. She must have been... right?
And would she hold a grudge against being overlooked? She was physically imposing, stroking a specialized aquatic weapon, and talking in a disparaging manner about previous adventurers... the sort this little party seems to have become.
"So... you're happy here?"
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Duran listened to Aerin's story of how she ended up within this palace only to grin happily. "Wow, sounds like you ahd quite an adventure without us already." She said with a smile, floating a bit back and forth as she pondered those words. It's quite good to hear that there's some other adventurers making it out there deeper in. Perhaps they can find and help them out as well.