Always Ascending

[Alice]

Having consumed all that she had easy access to the hunger subsides into a sense of contented fullness.

[Ordos]

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...

[Ryuforce]

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!

[darlingng01]

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..."

[Roselli]

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"

[Ordos]

"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. 

[Alice]

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.

[Ryuforce]

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!

[Roselli]

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.

[Nihtgenga]

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...

[Ordos]

"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.

[darlingng01]

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.

[Ryuforce]

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!

[Alice]

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)

[Roselli]

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]