Always Ascending

[Ordos]

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...

[Roselli]

"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."

[Ryuforce]

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.

[Nihtgenga]

"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.

[Alice]

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."

[Ryuforce]

"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."

[Roselli]

"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."

[Nihtgenga]

"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.

[Roselli]

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.

[Ordos]

"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.

[darlingng01]

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]

[Alice]

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.

[Roselli]

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.

[Ryuforce]

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.

[Ordos]

"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)