Oric Loth

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Having trouble uploading character sheet, so here are my spells

Automatically prepared spells:

Channel Divinity: Preserve Life
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Restriction: May only cast 1 CD per extended rest.
Heal any number of creatures within range for a total of 5xLevel hp. This can't heal a creature to more than half their max hp. Doesn't work on undead or constructs.

Channel Divinity: Turn Undead
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Duration: 1 minute
Restriction: May only cast 1 CD per extended rest.
Each undead within 30ft makes a wisdom save. Any that fail must move away if able, may not take actions that are not movement actions, and can't make reactions for 1 minute or until they take damage.

Bless
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Components: V, S, M (a sprinkling of holy water)
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 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.
When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, you can target one additional creature for each slot level above 1st

Cure Wounds
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, S
A creature you touch regains a number of hit points equal to 1d8 + Wis (3)+3 (life cleric). This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.
When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the healing increases by 1d8 for each slot level above 1st

Guidance (cantrip)
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
You touch one willing creature. Once before the spell ends, the target can roll a d4 and add the number rolled to one ability check of its choice. It can roll the die before or after making the ability check. The spell then ends.

Sacred Flame (cantrip)
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet, sight
The target must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or take 1d8 radiant damage. The target gains no benefit from cover for this saving throw. The spell’s damage increases by 1d8 when you reach 5th level (2d8), 11th level (3d8), and 17th level (4d8).

Spare the Dying (cantrip)
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
You touch a living creature that has 0 hit points. The creature becomes stable. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.

Thaumaturgy (cantrip)
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Duration: up to 1 minute
Do one of the following:
- Triple volume of voice
- Mess with small flame
- Create a sound originating from a point in range.
- Open or close an unlocked door or window.
- Alter appearance of eyes.

Prepared Spells:

Shield of Faith
1st level
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S, M (a small parchment with a bit of holy text written on it) Duration: Concentration, up to 10 minutes
A shimmering field appears and surrounds a creature of your choice within range, granting it a +2 bonus to AC for the duration

Guiding Bolt
1st level
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 120 feet
Duration: 1 round
Make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 4d6 radiant damage, and the next attack roll made against this target before the end of your next turn has advantage.
When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d6 for each slot level above 1st.

Command
1st-level enchantment
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet, sight
Duration: 1 round
You speak a one-word command to a creature. The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or follow the command on its next turn. The spell has no effect if the target is undead, if it doesn’t understand your language, or if your command is directly harmful to it. If the target can’t follow your command, the spell ends.
When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, you can affect one additional creature for each slot level above 1st. The creatures must be within 30 feet of each other when you target them.

Healing Word
1st-level
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 60 feet, sight
The target regains hit points equal to 1d4 + Wis(3)+3(life cleric). This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.
When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the healing increases by 1d4 for each slot level above 1st.

Options to prepare:

Sanctuary
1st-level abjuration
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 30 feet
Components: V, S, M (a small silver mirror)
Duration: 1 minute
You ward a creature within range against attack. Until the spell ends, any creature who targets the warded creature with an attack or a harmful spell must first make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature must choose a new target or lose the attack
or spell. This spell doesn’t protect the warded creature from area effects, such as the explosion of a fireball. If the warded creature makes an attack or casts a spell that affects an enemy creature, this spell ends.

Self Explanatory ones:
Create or Destroy Water
Detect Evil and Good
Detect Magic
Detect Poison and Disease
Protection from Evil and Good
Purify Food and Drink

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and here's the character sheet.


Personality: Confident and outgoing, but paranoid. Eager to help others, but expects that others will betray him in some way. Dislikes touching people and things, partially out of paranoia, and partially because he was raised to consider anything not pristine to be filthy. Does his best to fight against the teachings of his youth, but often slips up.

Ideals: Reveres physical beauty, but holds respect for any flaws earned through hard work or impressive feats (such as battle scars). Has abandoned the idea of wealth as connected to happiness, but still feels a need to collect precious items. Believes that those who can dedicate themselves to faith are the most impressive people.

Bonds: Mostly negative. His family and loyal servants are dead, and those who still live despise him and his family. He doesn't know who's still alive though.

Flaws: Have you been reading? His history as a noble is pretty evident.

Past: Born after the gods fell into slumber he grew up only knowing the new world full of chaos and fear. His family ruled over a small city broken off from Vergosh. Their position was protected by their mansion being built atop the device that held back the wilds, and the fact that only someone of their bloodline could operate and sustain it. However, when it was revealed that the machine was not bound to their family a violent revolt saw most of them killed. Servants who attempted to protect the family were similarly punished, though what portion of their servants that was is unclear. Oric Loth was the only family member who reached the emergency escape, and was teleported to a random town. The town was primarily run by a church, which was willing to take him in and teach him their ways. Since then he has struggled to fight back against what he had learned and embrace the teachings of the church. He holds no grudge against the people of his home, understanding that his family was at fault.

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1st level ranger spells for the amulet:

Alarm
Casting Time: 1 minute
Range: 30 feet
Components: a tiny bell and a piece of fine silver wire
Duration: 8 hours
Choose a door, window, or an area within range that is no larger than a 20-foot cube. Until the spell ends, an alarm alerts you whenever a Tiny or larger creature touches or enters the warded area. When you cast the spell, you can designate creatures that won’t set off the alarm. You also choose whether the alarm is mental or audible. A mental alarm alerts you with a ping in your mind if you are within 1 mile o f the warded area. This ping awakens you if you are sleeping. An audible alarm produces the sound o f a hand bell for 10 seconds within 60 feet.

Animal Friendship
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Components: a morsel of food
Duration: 24 hours
This spell lets you convince a beast that you mean it no harm. Choose a beast that you can see within range.
It must see and hear you. If the beast’s Intelligence is 4 or higher, the spell fails. Otherwise, the beast must
succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or be charmed by you for the spell’s duration. If you or one of your
companions harms the target, the spells ends.
At Higher Levels When you cast this spell using a spell slot o f 2nd level or higher, you can affect one additional beast for each slot level above 1st.

Cure Wounds
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Duration: Instantaneous
A creature you touch regains a number of hit points equal to 1d8 + your spellcasting ability modifier. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot o f 2nd level or higher, the healing increases by 1d8 for each slot level above 1st.

Detect Magic
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Self
Duration: Concentration, up to 10 minutes
For the duration, you sense the presence o f magic within 30 feet of you. If you sense magic in this way, you can use your action to see a faint aura around any visible creature or object in the area that bears magic, and you learn its school of magic, if any. The spell can penetrate most barriers, but it is blocked by 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, a thin sheet of lead, or 3 feet of wood or dirt.

Detect Poison and Disease
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Self
Components: a yew leaf
Duration: Concentration, up to 10 minutes
For the duration, you can sense the presence and location of poisons, poisonous creatures, and diseases within 30 feet of you. You also identify the kind of poison, poisonous creature, or disease in each case. The spell can penetrate most barriers, but it is blocked by 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, a thin sheet of lead, or 3 feet of wood or dirt.

Ensnaring Strike
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: Self
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
The next time you hit a creature with a weapon attack before this spell ends, a writhing mass of thorny vines appears at the point o f impact, and the target must succeed on a Strength saving throw or be restrained by the magical vines until the spell ends. A Large or larger creature has advantage on this saving throw. If the target succeeds on the save, the vines shrivel away. While restrained by this spell, the target takes 1d6 piercing damage at the start of each of its turns. A creature restrained by the vines or one that can touch the creature can use its action to make a Strength check against your spell save DC. On a success, the target is freed.
At Higher Levels. If you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d6 for each slot level above 1st.

Fog Cloud
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 120 feet
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 hour
You create a 20-foot-radius sphere of fog centered on a point within range. The sphere spreads around corners, and its area is heavily obscured. It lasts for the duration or until a wind of moderate or greater speed (at least 10 miles per hour) disperses it.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot o f 2nd level or higher, the radius o f the fog increases by 20 feet for each slot level above 1st.

Goodberry ***
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: a sprig of mistletoe
Duration: Instantaneous
Up to ten berries appear in your hand and are infused with magic for the duration. A creature can use its action to eat one berry. Eating a berry restores 1 hit point, and the berry provides enough nourishment to sustain a creature for one day. The berries lose their potency if they have not been consumed within 24 hours of the casting o f this spell.

Hail of Thorns

Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: Self
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
The next time you hit a creature with a ranged weapon attack before the spell ends, this spell creates a rain of thorns that sprouts from your ranged weapon or ammunition. In addition to the normal effect of the attack, the target of the attack and each creature within 5 feet of it must make a Dexterity saving throw. A creature takes 1d10 piercing damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.
At Higher Levels. If you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d10 for each slot level above 1st (to a maximum o f 6d10).

Hunter’s Mark
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 90 feet
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 hour
You choose a creature you can see within range and mystically mark it as your quarry. Until the spell ends, you deal an extra 1d6 damage to the target whenever you hit it with a weapon attack, and you have advantage on any Wisdom (Perception) or Wisdom (Survival) check you make to find it. If the target drops to 0 hit points before this spell ends, you can use a bonus action on a subsequent turn of yours to mark a new creature.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 3rd or 4th level, you can maintain your concentration on the spell for up to 8 hours. When you use a spell slot o f 5th level or higher, you can maintain your concentration on the spell for up to 24 hours.

Speak with Animals
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Self
Duration: 10 minutes
You gain the ability to comprehend and verbally communicate with beasts for the duration. The knowledge and awareness of many beasts is limited by their intelligence, but at minimum, beasts can give you information about nearby locations and monsters, including whatever they can perceive or have perceived within the past day. You might be able to persuade a beast to perform a small favor for you, at the DM’s discretion.

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Storing
GM: 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 losing 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.

Oric Loth: 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.

GM: 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 position. 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.

Oric Chair: 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

GM: The gnoll lets out a sigh as your subtle massage helps 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.

Oric Chair: 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 brings back memories of a situation completely contradictory to my current state. When was that? I remember being in a forest... why?

GM: The rear sinks deeper into the soft cushion of the chair as the owner 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}

Oric Chair: [4+1] no! where is she going? I feel an immediate emptiness. I strain myself, trying to encourage her not to go. To stay and relax, to enjoy sitting on me.

GM: 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 fading 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.

Oric Chair: The barest hint of a thought arises, a desire to be sat upon by that rear.

GM: The plump green rear descends 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

Oric Chair: 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.

GM: 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.

Oric Chair: 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.

GM: 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..

Oric Chair: 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 sweatieness... but chairs don't sweat... was it someone else?

GM: The chair could probably with some exertion help her with that sweaty uncomfortableness..

Oric Chair: 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...

GM: 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)

Oric Chair: I sigh, feeling myself fill ever so slightly with her sweat. It feels good...

GM: After a time the pressure starts to lessen..{cha save} it seems this goblin is getting up.

Oric Chair: [13+1] I feel content with my job well done, but a certain longing for something more.

GM: 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.

Oric Chair: 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.

GM: 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.

Chair: 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.

GM: The chair must still exert to clean the butt it is serving and thus loses a little more vital energy it also absorbs some of that sexual fluid suffusing it with a generalized arousal the pressure of the butt now filling the cushion with sexual energy. {one HP lost}

Chair: I settle into myself, wrapped up in my arousal, fighting back with all I have against the desire to indulge.

GM: 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)

Chair: [17+1] I moan internally as she bounces. It feels good... but I need to resist.

GM: 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..

Chair: I try and observe my surroundings, relaxing and taking 'deep breaths' trying to calm down.

GM: The inn is mostly empty of customers Gavin and two of her girls are moving around cleaning up wiping 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 boring 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..

Oric Chair: 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.

GM: You are not sure if it was your own desire, the gods of the perverse, 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 tension and exhaustion.. Her butt communicating all of this into your still aroused cushion.

Chair: 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!

GM: 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..

Chair: I try to breath, to endure just for a moment as I attempt to center 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.

GM: Her body relaxes as you spend the last of the available 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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storing Oric casting Bargain on gobbo:

As the spell is cast, the goblin is bombarded with a large amount of information, an instantaneous psychic link forming between her and Oric.

Oric Loth: "I have an offer for you. I want to challenge you to a one on one competition. I let you sit on me, and try to smother me into submission, while I try to pleasure you into submission. If you win, you get that wonderful ass pampering chair and your opponents lose their cleric. If I win, you become my personal toy goblin. Even if you lose I promise to fill your life with pleasure."

GM: The goblin blinks, "Tempting.. but what's to stop your friends from sticking me while we have our fun?"

Oric Loth: "Right now I have invoked a special form of divine magic. Whatever deal we make we are magically bound to, unable to cheat. Anyone  who attempts to interfere will be punished by the magic, as will whomever they are truly attempting to assist."

GM: "Hmmm... although... I could just beat you all and take the inn keepers fancy chair anyway.. I'm sure sure what you are betting besides standing aside for the fight."

Oric Loth: "If you beat us, you'll never see the chair again. We can't lie during this communication, so you can be sure it's the truth."

GM: "I get that.. but I don't know what you are talking about.. speak plainly!"

Oric Loth: "Fine... I was the chair. If you beat me normally, I'll be converted into an amulet or taken by the lady of sin. But if you win this challenge, I'll return to my chair form and dedicate to my life as a chair. Cleaning and pampering and servicing you anytime you sit on me."

GM: She grins, "Deal! You must really have loved being my chair ask for face sitting battle."

Oric Loth: "I'll admit, it was pretty fun, but I don't intend to lose. The deal is made." with that, the goblin and Oric return to reality, each engulfed in the golden light of the contract as they walk towards one another to begin their fight. The magic of the contract filling all who see the light with a sense that they shouldn't interfere.

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combat:
Oric Loth: Kneeling on the ground I look upwards, positioning and preparing myself to be sat upon by this goblin. I'm scared, but also powerfully aroused. Not just at the prospect of being sat upon, or of interacting with this goblins ass, but also at the idea of claiming this goblin as my own. I want to win and make her mine, to do with her as I please. But what do I want to do with her? When I think about it, I... want to make her happy. I want to make everyone happy. I'll sculpt her into something that can enjoy a life of not just pleasure, but also joy. My heart feels warm as I solidify my resolve. I will not be their object. They will be my children, and I will grant them the best life I can, even if I need to force it on them.

GM: She smiles looking down at you turning and shaking her rear above you, "best take a deep breath cleric." She looks back over her should looking down at you looking up taking in the appearance of your face. before starting to slowly lower.

Oric Loth: I smile up at her, my face full of the love I intend on showering her with once she's mine. As her ass approaches my tongue stretches out, slowly caressing her sex as I welcome her down upon me. My hands raise to hold her ass, cradling her so that she might give all her weight to me. I am a dwarf, but I am also a chair. I will support her, care for her, and make her mine.

GM: At the last moment she simply drops onto you like you are a soft chair and she's had a long day.. The flavor of her ass is so much more intense on your tongue than on your cushion.. She wiggles her ass on you making sure to fully cover your face so you can see nothing but ass you've chosen to worship.

Oric Loth: I shudder as she lands, my body indulging eagerly in the stimulation. I sag just enough to cushion her landing before returning to my full height, back straight. My hands begin to gently massage her rear as my tongue begins to trace her lips, warming her up for what's to come.

GM: she wiggles pressing down warming your face with her rear squeezing in with her cheeks. (You may now make your first skill check)

Oric Loth: [14+3 persuasion]
My tongue begins to push into her folds, testing and teasing, not to far in, just enough to get her going. My hands begin to move on some instinct, as if they know exactly what this ass needs, they rub and squeeze, allowing it to release its tension.

GM: *she moans and squirms a bit.. the pressing down against you.. the warmth.. the love of tending to her rear wearing on you.. just slightly.. (oric takes 1hp of damage) she rubs one of her feet along your thighs stimulating her chair legs in addition to the cushions.

Oric Loth: [20+5 insight]
I relax my body, letting myself embrace the goblin as I attempt to understand her, her needs, her desires, the specific things that make her squirm. In that moment, as I hold her hips I feel a connection with her, perhaps just my imagination, or some remnant of the mental magic of our contract, regardless, I feel I understand her. My hands slide down her hips, stroking her thighs for just a moment before I begin drawing my nails down her legs. The subtle pain forming a distinct pleasure as my nails move down to her feet, then draw back up, stopping just short of her sex. I lap at her sex, but take breaks to kiss and gently nibble that sensitive nub.

GM: she moans and gasps wiggling and pressing down harder (1 hp) her sex is starting to drip her aroused juices as she  squeezes in trying to hold and put you in your place.

Oric Loth: [13+1 athletics]
I smile warmly to her, to let her know that I will take excellent care of her. Or rather I would if I weren't so dedicated to pleasuring her with my eager tongue. But I'm sure she gets the meaning as my hands squeeze her supple body, drawing yet more sensitive red lines across her hips and ass with my nails. I reach up, pushing up under her top and then draw my hands down to her ass, punctuating those sensitive lines with a firm smack as I indulge her love of rough love. My tongue relinquishes some finesse as it grows more forceful, pushing in and drawing out.

GM: She seems to hold a bit more control this time as one of her hands finds one of Oric's breasts and firmly squeezes repaying the favour and wiggling letting Oric feel the joys of being a simple seat all the stronger.. (2hp damage)

Oric Loth: (this one might be stretch)
[15+3 animal handling and maybe 17+1 intimidate]
I moan into her sex as she squeezes my breast, but I don't given in. Not even close. I grab her hips, guiding her body with my grip as I push my face deeper into her, my tongue delving deeper into her sex, finding and pleasuring hidden alcoves as I move her to allow my pursuit. Showing her just how in control I am. She moves how I move her, and she is granted all the more pleasure for it.

GM: (animal handling is an automatic failure) (you may choose to try intimidate or another skill next round)

She moans as you lick kiss her sex soaking now, "Oh.. you are a wonderful chair.. You are already my favourite thing to sit on and we are just getting started. (3 damage) The effect of the ass so easy to shake off at first is getting stronger and stronger the longer yous spend holding the weight and worshipping the ass the stronger the effect of it is on Oric chairs mind.

Oric Loth: [4+1 intimidation]
My hear flutters at her comment... I really am a good chair aren't I? But... no. Not yet. I need to fight it. But it feels so good... I try and take back control, but find myself unable to force her to do as I please anymore. I suppose I'll need to focus on moving myself from now on.

GM: Her ass is lovely.. perfect green... it would be so easy simply stop caring and begin to worship it..(5 hp) The chair is nearly there.. the goblin wiggling on ti's cushion.. rubbing it's legs, dripping out her own arousal panting as she grinds.

Oric Loth: [19+1 performance +3 from ass worship d4]
I am a good chair... such a good chair. She feels so good, and she loves me so much. I am a good chair... but I am also a good dwarf. I am also a good cleric. I will be a good mast-mistress to this goblin. She will know pleasure and joy far beyond her old life, and she will be ever so thankful that I've given it to her. I run my hands up her back, massaging her weary muscles as I tease the sensitive redmarks left by my nails. My nose teases her ass while my tongue continues the delicate work within her. My hands reach her ass and they slip around to her inner thighs. One moves inwards towards her sex, while the other slides up to just bellow her bellybutton. Between her legs my tongue is joined by fingers that tease the outer lips and delicate nub. Above, my hand presses and rubs, stimulating her sex from the outside, punctuating the movements of my tongue. I lap at her sex, drinking deep her eager fluids, driving myself to more eagerly pleasure her as I do.

GM: She gasps and cums sending juices down your chin.. she stands unsteadily eyes wide as golden magic converges around her.."I almost had.. you...." As you watch.. her sweet green ass starts to shrink... her whole body is shrinking..."No... this isn't how it's supposed to be!" She falls to all fours  her hands evolving backwards becoming paw like as her body shrinks..her legs reducing in size..She quivers till she looks up at you.. No more than ten inches long.. her mouth opens and she lets out a squeak.. then a gasp.. and another squeak..

Oric Loth: I look down at her, emanating love with every fibre of my being. She is mine, and I will care for her. I reach down and offer her my palm, scooping her up once she's on and gently rubbing her on my cheek "You may sit on me whenever you please. I love you, and I will take care of you." I gently place her into my cleavage and stand up, the magic on the contract finishing as the light fades.

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Level 2 cleric spells:

Lesser Restoration
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Cure one disease or ailment. Ailments include blinded, deafened, paralyzed and poisoned.

Spiritual Weapon
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 60 feet
duration: 1 minute.
summon a floating weapon within range. It makes a melee spell attack, on a hit it deals d8+wis damage. On your turn you can spend a bonus action to move the weapon up to 20 feet and make another attack.

Aid
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Duration: 8 hours
Choose up to three creatures within range. Each target's hit point maximum and current hit points increase by 5 for the duration.

Enhance Ability
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: touch
Duration: concentration, 1 hour
The target gains one of the following until the spell ends.
- Bear's Endurance. The target has advantage on Constitution checks. It also gains 2d6 temporary hit points, which are lost when the spell ends.
- Bull's Strength. The target has advantage on Strength checks, and his or her carrying capacity doubles.
- Cat's Grace. The target has advantage on Dexterity checks. It also doesn't take damage from falling 20 feet or less if it isn't incapacitated.
- Eagle's Splendor. The target has advantage on Charisma checks.
- Fox's Cunning. The target has advantage on Intelligence checks.
- Owl's Wisdom. The target has advantage on Wisdom checks.

Prayer of Healing
Casting Time: 10 minutes
Range: 30 feet
Up to six creatures of your choice that you can see within range each regain hit points equal to 2d8+wis+4(life cleric). This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.

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The Multi-Axe: attuned to someone

This all in one tool bears the marks of an old sea fairing tribe upon it. In it's base form it appears as nothing more than a jewelry charm granting advantage on checks to conceal it.
The next stage is a hand ax with hidden thieves tools inside. These tools vanish when the ax transforms, but a new complete set appears inside the handle whenever the ax changes to this shape.
The next stage is a battle ax, that on mental command sheds light as a torch.
The Final stage is a great ax that while having no special tools grants a +1 bonus to hit.

The ax's forms may be switched as an action, and must go in sequence from charm to great ax and back to charm.

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Nick: Duran slowly awakens in a dark room, her body being gently rubbed and squeezed on all sides by the transformed Oric. The squeezes feel random at first, but slowly Duran can come to appreciate a sort of pattern, a kind of intricate massage.

Ryu Force: The dragonborn woke up, wondering how long she's been out. Her head still swimming from all the adsorbed alcohol though her thoughts still feel a bit clearer for the moment. She tries to look around, it's nearly pitch black now but her attention is soon taken over what she feels over her body. Looking down she could barely make out the robe in the darkness, the same she ended up changing into robes and now it seems quite content to give her a massage. "Mmmmn."

Nick Darling: The hood on Duran’s head begins to rub and massage her head, slowly and methodically. As it does, the weary cloud of alcohol and sleep seem to slowly fade from her mind, until it's as if she's wide awake and fully functioning.

Ryu Force: The dizzy giggly sensation she was feeling before started to drift away along with her groggy need to sleep. Her eyes now open as she curiously tries to sit up. "Wait.. wh.. am... Oric? Oh! Oric.. wait.. how long have you been the robes?" She says, starting to recall what had happen.

Nick Darling: more rubbing and squeezing, all over her body and head. It feels good, and makes her muscles feel strong and effective. Though the attention to her chest and ass seem more than purely effective. Duran gets the feeling of someone saying 'a while' in the back of her mind

Ryu Force: The rubs, felt good, really good as her muscles felt soothed. Almost as if she hadn't been going non stop since her last time she got sleep. All those battles left so much tension, and while the physical wear was being taken care of, with her chest rubbed along with her rear, the dragonborn started to blush. The other kind of tension not so easily dispelled this way. "so um. I... mmnn should probably get that antidote then before you get ahh.. stuck."

Nick Darling: More words push into her mind as the robe continues to rub "Quiet sleeping. No need. antidote available at dawn."

Ryu Force: She blinks, swearing the words are coming right into her head as the rubs help keep her rather calm despite her worry. "Right... well are you sure then?" she whispered quietly as with every massage, the temptation to lay back down grew.

Nick Darling: A certain pressure and movement of the robe encourages her to stand, to not lay down as more words appear in her thoughts "Yes. But have request. Outside."
As the voice continues to speak, the clarity and tone seems to grow more accurate to how she remembers Oric speaking

Ryu Force: Duran find it rather easier to just stand, almost as if she's rewarded for doing so and sure enough when she hears outside she's up. "Out..side? Um.. okay." The dragonborn had no idea what Oric was going with this but didn't argue. Starting to instead slowly head to the door to the room. Looking for the staircase as she barely remembers how she got in here in the first place.

Nick Darling: The massage slows to a gentle, almost imperceptible rub as more dramatic motion from the robe is reserved for guiding or instructing Duran. A push on the shoulder to turn, a push on the back to go forward, it was all very simplistic, but effective.

Ryu Force: Sure enough it works well as she is guided down those stairs and turned though the main room. Even pass the spot where a Gnoll enjoyed the best seat in the house or where the rag nearly got torn up by the dangerous creature. Soon though they got to the door, leading out to the dark starry night. "I.. can't really see at hing.. you sure this is a good idea?" Duran asked quietly, just in case someone else was up at this hour.

Nick Darling: the robe gently rubs her shoulders as the voice speaks in her mind 'Okay. Take a seat." the pressure indicates for her to turn and go back to the main area.

Ryu Force: Duran gives a nod to that suggestion, turning back around until she spots a chair in the darkness. Slipping over to it, she sits down on it, scooting a bit close to the table the chair is next to. "Like this?"

Nick Darling: The feeling of having her belly rubbed seems to indicate that's correct.
Once she's sitting the robe increases the intensity of its rubbing. Groping her breasts and teasing her nipples as an invisible force presses against her sex.

Ryu Force: Duran enjoyed the belly rub at first only tos tart to find herself gasping and blushing at the sudden gropes to her chest, her nipples and now something pressing up against her sex. It surprises the dragonborn who tries to grab onto her robes, right where she feels her chest massaged and rubbed. "Ah.. wh.. what are you doing?"

Nick Darling: Attempting to stop the robe only results in the dragonborn squeezing her own breasts, adding to the sensation. Invisible hands squeeze and massage her ass while the pressure on her sex becomes a slow rub of her clit.
The voice in her mind seems a bit less clear, as if strained by the effort of all the stimulation

"Testing. Something. Enjoy."

Ryu Force: Duran began to moan softly as those hands start to work her rear next, even as she tries to fight it off. Instead she rubs her own chest, forcing out a bit of a moan while she squirms in her seat. 'But.. I oh.. no.. I.. sh..shouldn't.." she tries to protest but the dragonborn's breathing starts to slow and grow heavy. With all the sexual tension brought by their foes, it would be good to finally get some fun out of it.

Nick Darling: The pressure on her chest slows, forcing her to handle pleasuring her own breasts. The voice seems more confident as Duran feels the robe pressing against her sex, then releasing, in quick, shallow thrusts. "Feels good. It okay. Push me in. Feels better."

Ryu Force: Duran blushes, sure enough a hand rubbing her own chest when the rubs slow down. She hears the voice and feels the pressure of the thrusts, teasing, good against her sex but just not quite enough. "P..push you.. in?" she questions that and hesitates, even as her other hand drifts down as the thought grows tempting.

Nick Darling: The other movements of the robe slow, then stop as only the precision stimulation of her sex remains. The thrusting complimented by the rubbing of her clit and pressure rubbing the smooth scales above, stimulating the sexual organs beneath.

Ryu Force: The dragonborn shuddered, feeling her chest no longer rubbed, driving her to rub and squeeze her chest as her pussy was further stimulated. Further rubbed and tempted. Her free hand now slides down, rubbing her crotch though the robe.

Nick Darling: The words repeat "Push me in."

Ryu Force: "Push you in.. but.. I.." She tries to protest, tries to resist but her fingers want to work against her. Sure enough, she starts to push that robe against her crotch, trying to slide it into herself. "Mmnn but.. feels so good..."

Nick Darling: With that bit of help the robe fills the dragonborn, drawing itself up into a hollow penis that plunges deep within her. Her body shudders as the robe prods and teases the dragonborns folds, experimenting to find just how she responds to each sensation.
This time, it's not words, just a feeling that pushes into her mind, the will of the one who had become her robe

"Enjoy"

A feeling expressed directly from one person to another, or one robe to the wearer. A desire for the wearer to enjoy.

Ryu Force: The dragonborn shivered as she felt thee robe push in with the help of her fingers. Two pushing right behind it to slide it on it while it tries to find the best ways to tease her folds. her breathing quickens for a moment as she moans out a bit. Feeling the sensation the robe desired. To have her enjoy this wonderful feeling.

Nick Darling: Slowly the overwhelming sensation consolidates into one solid mass that begins to thrust in and out, small nubs on it allowing the thrusting object to tease the places the robe identified as most desirable. Rather than an overwhelming burst, it's a highly concentrated dose of pleasure, drawing all attention and sensation to that feeling of specialized pleasure.

"Relax. Enjoy. No work. Relax. I work. You rest. Focus."

The pleasure seems to permeate her body, making it relax, as if melting into the sensation. Her body doesn't want to wriggle or add to the sensation, it just wants to feel the sensation exactly as it is.

Ryu Force: The paladin gasped, having not felt this sensation before. This kind of pleasure. Her chest squeezed, not by the robe but by her own hand, she couldn't help but want more. Crave more. However as her fingers try to help, words felt like they echoed in her head. Asking her to just relax. She whimpered at first but slide her fingers back out, letting the makeshift dildo formed by the robe do the work as the pleasurable sensation relaxed her body, teased it so she can just focus on how good it felt. "Ahh mmn.. Oric.. this... feels great..."

Nick Darling: it feels like a delicate balancing act, the pleasure both wondrous and soothing. Drawing so close to the feverish pleasure that makes you push for more until you climax, without tipping the scale. Her body tingles in delight. "Good experiment. Yes? Place hands stomach please."

Ryu Force: "Good yes, indeed..." She muttered as the robes worked her over. Teasing, pleasing. Making her want to surrender to bliss but yet denying it every time. Still it made the dragonborn more and more docile in time, More willing to listen for a chance to finally get her release. "O..okay.." She muttered, sliding her hands up and onto her own stomach. Curious what the robes are up to.

Nick Darling: "Good girl." The dragonborn wasn't sure what just happened, but for a moment it felt like her whole body was alight with the pleasure of her sex. It wasn't long enough though, it was only a moment. It didn't encourage movement, if anything it encouraged the dragonborn to remain docile, to continue letting the robe do its work.

"Close eyes please."

Ryu Force: Duran gasped only to soon hum softly as she felt the pleasure slide over her briefly. Teasing, feeling so very good. Up to the point that when asked, her eyes drift on close as the robe continues to pleasure her. Listening carefully to hear what she has to do.

Nick Darling: Another flash, just as quick as the last, and just as good. "Open mouth. Close mouth. Say $%^#" the word didn't make sense to her, it was in a language she didn't know. But if she wants to do as she's told, she can at least do the first two parts. Or she could ask for clarification. The choice is up to her.

Ryu Force: She shivered, the flash felt good and those words,  sounding so right. BUt there's something she was asked to say in a tongue she didn't know and it perplexed the relaxed thing. Making her moan out her question. "say.. wh..what?"

Nick Darling: it wasn't until after the flash of pleasure that she realized what she'd said. Somehow she had managed to speak the word in a foreign language, she'd done as she was told and was rewarded with pleasure. She had wanted to say it, so why wouldn't she say it? All she had to do was sound it out, right?

"Say 'I am relaxed. I am obedient.' please."

These words were easy, she could say them no problem if she wanted to do as she was told.
If she wanted the reward that came after doing as she was told.

Ryu Force: The flash made it strangely easy to try even without an answer. She wanted to after all.. the robe was making her feel so good. So her mouth open, her mouth closed and she spoke the words she knows not what was said. "$%^#"" Then she was asked to say more, more easy to say words in her mind. "I am... relaxed. I am.. obedient..." She had to say it, had to admit to it. She needed that sweet reward.

Nick Darling: This time it was so much better than before. Her whole body absorbed in the white hot pleasure that made everything else fade away. It was an orgasm that shook her body and soul and left her with the most wonderful afterglow. When the world slowly returned, it was morning, and she was laying in her bed as if nothing had happened during the night. Her hand was between her legs and the robe was completely normal. Had it all been a dream? Had she just been masturbating in her sleep? Oric would be turned back soon, if she could stand the embarrassment if it had been a dream she could ask her face to face soon.

Ryu Force: The dragonborn woke up, groaning abit. A headache hit her, a side effect of the alcohol for sure but... still she remembered a strange night of pure pleasure brought by the robes. But... was it all just a dream? The headache seems to hint that... but. Maybe she should find out.. if she can stand the embarrassment of what if it was only a dream...