Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Leon leads Zeli upstairs. You go in first, her following behind. Your brain is working overtime. All you can ask is why? Why would she pick me? What did I do to attract this attention? Certainly nothing I did. Why is my heart poundin-
She locks the door behind you, and with a wave of her hand the room goes dark. Her skin glows softly, and that's enough light to see. Taking your hand to her dress straps, she has an amused look on her face as she lets you slowly, teasingly, undress her. Your eyes wander naturally.
Her physical form is everything you’ve hoped for, everything you’d desire, beyond your expectations. She lets you do all the work, watching your face contort in surprise and yearning. She lets you touch her, know her very physically, and isn't pushy or rough with you. The contours and shapes of her body make your heart race. She lets you take your time, she has plenty of patience. She smells like something magic could only produce, and while kissing you, produces feelings in you that make you believe you're dreaming. When you cant take it anymore, its her turn and she shows you what hundreds of years of experience has taught her.
I doesnt take a cleric to know youre a little wiser on a few things tonight.
Time felt as if it had stopped the moment they entered the room. Leon’s mind, despite it running miles, stopped once the lights dimmed. She must have known that his knowledge in the intimacy department was little, having been stuck in the monastery for years, but despite that she chose him. The questions of why that once clouded his mind disappeared once he felt her hand touch his.
Slowly, with her guided hand, he undressed her and as expected, her beauty was ethereal. His calloused hands felt rough against her soft flesh, but he mapped every dip and curve of her body. His hands lingered in certain areas, perhaps earning him a giggle of sorts, and despite his wanting to freeze he continued.
He wasn’t at all sure what confidence had bubbled deep within him to make him grab her hand and pull her to the bed, but there was no protest. She was patient and he thanked her mentally for it, wanting to make this moment last for as long as possible.
But time passed, as it did, and soon the morning light would flow through the cracks in the blinds and Leon would rise with a small glow of his own. Whether or not she laid there beside him, he would get up and ready himself for the day ahead, not wanting to disturb her rest.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Azrael was somewhat shocked, overall at the turn of events, overall. He contemplated it all as he went upstairs, and after knocking on the door, was casually pulled into the room. He'd been here only one other time. As he became surrounded by darkness, other than the faintest glow of some lantern from the street below, allowing him to see shadows of shadows. He allowed the events to unfold, and he no longer lingered on his prior thoughts as she told a simple, but telling story, with both her words, and soon after, with her actions. He could more or less piece together her entire story just from this, or atleast the reasons 'why' but again, he didn't let his mind longer, now was not the time for that.
He let action take its course, And melted into the moment, he spoke no words.
pg-13ish beyond this point, but will avoid doing anything that may get me banned
His large hand did not resist when pressed upon it's final destination, cupping it easily. His palms were plyable, but not soft as they pressed into the tender sphere. His caresses belied his size, they were careful, yet powerful as they sought new curves. Each touch, tender, but it was clear he was taking lead of the dance now. After many long minutes of foreplay, and impassioned kisses, he pushed Pheral against the wall, still facing him. Despite his dominance, he never rejected any actions she herself took. He pulled away for just a moment, to remove his robes, and loincloth, though he could not see her, she could see him. His body was tense chiseled muscle for a mage, it was lean, but strong. Below, she would notice he was richly endowed, enough that any human would be envious, but not so large as to break her. Whether part of his heritage, or just divine favor.. was up to the imagination.
With that, he pressed forward and let nature take its course. He let himself enjoy the indulgence, but made sure he did everything to ensure she did as well.. Ravishing her, and being ravished in turn, for the next few hours.
Its dawn by the time Pheral and Azrael finish getting to know each other. Pheral wakes up several hours later, still wrapped in the warm embrace of rival turned lover. She tries to rise from her bed, but find her limbs still to exhausted. She eventually calls for Lif and orders breakfast/lunch in bed.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Lythril wanders downstairs, her hair in an unusual mess. Her perkiness not so perky, she orders a pot of coffee with honey and cream. "Did anybody get sleep last night? With the walls shaking and the dragon roars, I couldn't get a wink..."
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Zeli woke with Leon in the bed, and it was simply unfair how lovemaking and sleep didn't even make her a fraction less beautiful "the morning after". She smiled at him, kissed him good morning, and let her fingers walk and roam over his body - it was clear she wanted another round, but decided to give Leon some rest and let him recover from last night. She got out of bed and instead of the dress, she "put on" something more adventurous - a more appropriate tight leather armor look. Not that she needed it. "My goodness, i'm famished. I could eat a whole farm!"
She walked with Leon downstairs and when she saw Lythril, she startled. "Oui!" she jolted. "Oh dear. Uh. Oh! Did you not sleep well last night?" she asked, innocently.
After she ate and regained her ability to walk, side note to remember to compliment Azrael on technique, she woke up her bed companion and invited him to take a bath with her. We didnt get to talk as much as 8 had intended last night. And we should probably clean up before rejoining the group.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Lythril let out an extended yawn and gave her friends, new and old, a friendly smile and wave of greeting. "Did you know that all Dragonfolk make dragon noises when they're having fun?" she smirks and yawns covering her mouth with the back of her hand.
More coffee and some platters of food are ordered. People are always hungry after nightime play dates.
Eyes and noses are filled with sweet and savory delights, eggs done three ways; sausages, both spicy and sweet; fresh baked breads, warm with crispy crusts and tubs of butter.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Zeli sits down next to Leon and Lythril. Zeli doesn't hide the fact she's very curious about dwarven mannerisms and appreciates your "wisdom" with a giggle. She looks over at Lif and wonders to herself how could she get such an amazing servant. Everything to her is a wonder. You all, the Manor, new friendships and possible romances. It takes her but just a moment to pick up a fork and knife and eat as politely as she can - not wanting to be rude and give off a bad impression. While eating, she looks around the table and thanks Lif for the food, winks at Leon, and smiles warmly at everyone else.
At one point during the meal, she leaned down to Astrid and asked her which part of the forest she came from, and how amazing it is that she eats human food. She leans over to Lythril, begging her to tell her more about dwarves and their culture. She can definitely sense something..different..about you. She is also never short of compliments, like how FC's horns have such a wonderful shape, or how Pheral's skin glows, or how Dani has such beautiful hair.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
((Ooc: depending on what azrael does can they roll for loudness? xD))
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
OOC: Dragon roaring can be heard from upstairs....
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Leon leads Zeli upstairs. You go in first, her following behind. Your brain is working overtime. All you can ask is why? Why would she pick me? What did I do to attract this attention? Certainly nothing I did. Why is my heart poundin-
She locks the door behind you, and with a wave of her hand the room goes dark. Her skin glows softly, and that's enough light to see. Taking your hand to her dress straps, she has an amused look on her face as she lets you slowly, teasingly, undress her. Your eyes wander naturally.
Her physical form is everything you’ve hoped for, everything you’d desire, beyond your expectations. She lets you do all the work, watching your face contort in surprise and yearning. She lets you touch her, know her very physically, and isn't pushy or rough with you. The contours and shapes of her body make your heart race. She lets you take your time, she has plenty of patience. She smells like something magic could only produce, and while kissing you, produces feelings in you that make you believe you're dreaming. When you cant take it anymore, its her turn and she shows you what hundreds of years of experience has taught her.
I doesnt take a cleric to know youre a little wiser on a few things tonight.
Danitriel blinks and addresses the audience through the fourth wall. "Well, this is all unexpected."
OOC: Leon just received a magical CON and WIS boost of +10! Bravo!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
((Ooc: YA KILLIN ME SMALLS))
!pg 13 warning for the infants!
Time felt as if it had stopped the moment they entered the room. Leon’s mind, despite it running miles, stopped once the lights dimmed. She must have known that his knowledge in the intimacy department was little, having been stuck in the monastery for years, but despite that she chose him. The questions of why that once clouded his mind disappeared once he felt her hand touch his.
Slowly, with her guided hand, he undressed her and as expected, her beauty was ethereal. His calloused hands felt rough against her soft flesh, but he mapped every dip and curve of her body. His hands lingered in certain areas, perhaps earning him a giggle of sorts, and despite his wanting to freeze he continued.
He wasn’t at all sure what confidence had bubbled deep within him to make him grab her hand and pull her to the bed, but there was no protest. She was patient and he thanked her mentally for it, wanting to make this moment last for as long as possible.
But time passed, as it did, and soon the morning light would flow through the cracks in the blinds and Leon would rise with a small glow of his own. Whether or not she laid there beside him, he would get up and ready himself for the day ahead, not wanting to disturb her rest.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Azrael was somewhat shocked, overall at the turn of events, overall. He contemplated it all as he went upstairs, and after knocking on the door, was casually pulled into the room. He'd been here only one other time. As he became surrounded by darkness, other than the faintest glow of some lantern from the street below, allowing him to see shadows of shadows. He allowed the events to unfold, and he no longer lingered on his prior thoughts as she told a simple, but telling story, with both her words, and soon after, with her actions. He could more or less piece together her entire story just from this, or atleast the reasons 'why' but again, he didn't let his mind longer, now was not the time for that.
He let action take its course, And melted into the moment, he spoke no words.
pg-13ish beyond this point, but will avoid doing anything that may get me banned
His large hand did not resist when pressed upon it's final destination, cupping it easily. His palms were plyable, but not soft as they pressed into the tender sphere. His caresses belied his size, they were careful, yet powerful as they sought new curves. Each touch, tender, but it was clear he was taking lead of the dance now. After many long minutes of foreplay, and impassioned kisses, he pushed Pheral against the wall, still facing him. Despite his dominance, he never rejected any actions she herself took. He pulled away for just a moment, to remove his robes, and loincloth, though he could not see her, she could see him. His body was tense chiseled muscle for a mage, it was lean, but strong. Below, she would notice he was richly endowed, enough that any human would be envious, but not so large as to break her. Whether part of his heritage, or just divine favor.. was up to the imagination.
With that, he pressed forward and let nature take its course. He let himself enjoy the indulgence, but made sure he did everything to ensure she did as well.. Ravishing her, and being ravished in turn, for the next few hours.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
As the evening went on Lif made a mental note to himself to make more food. Those four would most likely be very hungry in the morning.
And oil-can-Nim was surely available to offer his lubrication and repair services.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
(Ok passing out, will be back in 4 hours. Gonna catnap it.)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Its dawn by the time Pheral and Azrael finish getting to know each other. Pheral wakes up several hours later, still wrapped in the warm embrace of rival turned lover. She tries to rise from her bed, but find her limbs still to exhausted. She eventually calls for Lif and orders breakfast/lunch in bed.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
(Waiting on a few people before I "begin the day" and push the story forward.)
Az and Pheral hear loud applause from the corner of the room "Bravo! I especially like the spinning part!" Lythril cheers while munching on popcorn.
KIDDING!
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Lythril wanders downstairs, her hair in an unusual mess. Her perkiness not so perky, she orders a pot of coffee with honey and cream. "Did anybody get sleep last night? With the walls shaking and the dragon roars, I couldn't get a wink..."
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Speaking of, what IS Lythril doing between tonight and the next day?
Oh, there she is LOL!
Zeli woke with Leon in the bed, and it was simply unfair how lovemaking and sleep didn't even make her a fraction less beautiful "the morning after". She smiled at him, kissed him good morning, and let her fingers walk and roam over his body - it was clear she wanted another round, but decided to give Leon some rest and let him recover from last night. She got out of bed and instead of the dress, she "put on" something more adventurous - a more appropriate tight leather armor look. Not that she needed it. "My goodness, i'm famished. I could eat a whole farm!"
She walked with Leon downstairs and when she saw Lythril, she startled. "Oui!" she jolted. "Oh dear. Uh. Oh! Did you not sleep well last night?" she asked, innocently.
After she ate and regained her ability to walk, side note to remember to compliment Azrael on technique, she woke up her bed companion and invited him to take a bath with her. We didnt get to talk as much as 8 had intended last night. And we should probably clean up before rejoining the group.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Lythril let out an extended yawn and gave her friends, new and old, a friendly smile and wave of greeting. "Did you know that all Dragonfolk make dragon noises when they're having fun?" she smirks and yawns covering her mouth with the back of her hand.
More coffee and some platters of food are ordered. People are always hungry after nightime play dates.
Eyes and noses are filled with sweet and savory delights, eggs done three ways; sausages, both spicy and sweet; fresh baked breads, warm with crispy crusts and tubs of butter.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Zeli sits down next to Leon and Lythril. Zeli doesn't hide the fact she's very curious about dwarven mannerisms and appreciates your "wisdom" with a giggle. She looks over at Lif and wonders to herself how could she get such an amazing servant. Everything to her is a wonder. You all, the Manor, new friendships and possible romances. It takes her but just a moment to pick up a fork and knife and eat as politely as she can - not wanting to be rude and give off a bad impression. While eating, she looks around the table and thanks Lif for the food, winks at Leon, and smiles warmly at everyone else.
At one point during the meal, she leaned down to Astrid and asked her which part of the forest she came from, and how amazing it is that she eats human food. She leans over to Lythril, begging her to tell her more about dwarves and their culture. She can definitely sense something..different..about you. She is also never short of compliments, like how FC's horns have such a wonderful shape, or how Pheral's skin glows, or how Dani has such beautiful hair.