Always Ascending

[Alice]

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."

[Roselli]

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."

[Ordos]

"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?'

[Alice]

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.."

[Roselli]

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."

[Ordos]

"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.

[Alice]

Naethra feels that squeeze, "do you promise to fight tooth and nail.. never giving in?"

[Nihtgenga]

"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..."

[Ordos]

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?

[Roselli]

"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.

[Ryuforce]

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."

[Alice]

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.

[Roselli]

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."

[Ordos]

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...

[Nihtgenga]

"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.