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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #810 on: June 09, 2015, 01:40:15 pm »
Nick was grateful none of his shots hit his brother, it was true his attack been able to kill just about any of these low level demons but his shots have a mind of it's own some times. The spells he been casting though is starting to get to him, he might know magic but this type of power takes energy from him. If he use too much he will be helpless and he hate feeling helpless. Luck seem to be on their side today for the fallen quickly ran like rats, the arrow from the bow woman seem to have scared the Shaman of as well which only leave the yellow leader to deal with and a fallen. He hope that their luck would stay with him a little longer, at lest until they get the portal but if they could kill this yellow fucker he would be happy with that as well. Nick try's now to get move faster and get side by side with his brother so he wouldn't shot him my mistake.

Alex in the other hand was enjoying himself, he felt that some how he and his brother was doing some good for a change and getting back at these demon basters. Things seem to be in their favor but he didn't let his guard down. "Hey you, ya you yellow looking shit of a demon! Just me and you or are you too scared shitless like all your friends here to face a real challenge?" Alex called out as he keeps on move forward. In some ways he hope the demon would take his challenge and the another hope he would just run like the gutless thing it is. He would soon find out.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #811 on: June 12, 2015, 09:12:50 am »
-- Waypoint --
Although he slowed his charge down slightly as the fallen took notice of him, Flare did not change his course towards the center of the mass of enemies. When he was within ten feet of the closing fallen, Flare put on a sudden burst of speed and leapt at the closest fallen, his tonfa aimed straight at it's chest. Hit or miss, Flare would quickly roll to his feet with his momentum and face the two fallen.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #812 on: June 17, 2015, 02:00:01 am »
-- Waypoint --

The yellow bastard took the bait. As Alex rushed forward, the boss fallen one stepped up to meet him. He tossed aside the whip he had been cracking, and held aloft a 42" long sword that he held in both hands. It was a sword that was clearly made for a human to wield with one hand, except that somehow this little demon had gotten ahold of it, and he was swinging it about like William Wallace.

The courage of this demon unique seemed to rub off on his minions, and the nearest four fallen ones turned around in their flight and rushed forward again to back up their leader. The shaman, however, was unmoved, and continued his waddling exit from the battlefield, pausing just long enough to lend some of his magic in a parting shot against the attacking humans. His staff glowed momentarily with yellow light, and one of the dead fallen ones that Alex had trampled past suddenly stirred back to life and began picking himself back up from the dirt.

The other fallen ones, who had been fleeing for their lives a moment ago, also turned around and started returning to the battle, hoping to flank the brothers while they were preoccupied with the fearless yellow one.

Flare's sudden sprint caught his nearest enemy by surprise. The fallen one had just enough time to duck and cover his head before Flare charged through him. The demon was knocked aside and sprawled out on his face, but was not yet dead. Meanwhile, the other one rushed at Flare, thrusting a crude spear at him.


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-- Flavie's Camp --

"Leader or noo", Flavie told Tyra confidently, in her heavy scots accent, "Fallen ones're a nuisance, nothin' more. If ye have trouble, lead 'em 'ere an' I'll sca''er 'em fer ye".

It took some care to get around Flavie's obstacles, even though all the stakes were pointed away from her. The previous night's rain had made the trail muddy, and this combined with the pits and caltrops that Flavie had dug, made it a somewhat perilous path to take at full speed, no matter which way it was traversed. That was, of course, the purpose of all these defenses, to slow down demons long enough for Flavie to kill most of them and scatter the rest.

Once past this obstacle course of mud and wooden stakes, it was a straight line to where the fighting was going on. Tyra could see the figures moving in the distance, but she was at the moment too far away to have any impact on the battle, or even identify what was going on. The Waypoint was closer, and had clearly already been activated. Tyra just needed more time to reach the demons.

Except...

Blocking Tyra's path was a familiar face. It was the bone-white mask-like visage of a wendigo. This corrupted animal had been laid out on his back in a previous encounter with Tyra last night, but now he seemed to be well rested and very much alive and looking for some payback. The beast snorted furiously as it charged towards Tyra, raising its massive arms in the air in demonstration of its mighty wingspan.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #813 on: June 18, 2015, 10:05:17 pm »
--way point--
Having rolled to his feet already, Flare was able to react in time to the oncoming spear. Ducking low under the spear, Flare raised his left arm and smacked the spear up into the air with his tonfa before stepping in and swinging his right arm just short of the Fallen's head. At the last moment Flare relaxed his grip slightly on his tonfa, letting the momentum focus into the tonfa as it spun out and whipped towards the neck of the Fallen.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #814 on: June 19, 2015, 04:53:51 am »
-- Outside of Flavie's Camp --

Tyra spotted the massive bulk of the wendigo from afar, and was not taken off guard by it's charge. Didn't I already put you down once? You never do learn....As the beast came on in a rush, it's great tree-trunk legs churning up the ground, Tyra reached inward for her reserve of power. Though the wendigo was a fearsome creature, her experience with dealing with it the previous evening helped steady her nerves. Concentrating, Tyra shaped her power into an Ice Bolt and hurled it toward her opponent. Though the beast was still a considerable distance away, Tyra decided to retreat in order to maintain some separation from her adversary, and buy her time to ready the next attack. Eyes locked on the charging wendigo and her ice missile, Tyra took one step, then another, then... her foot caught on a root, and with a surprised cry, the sorceress stumbled backwards. She landed awkwardly, twisting at the last second to arrest her fall.  Oh no... A sudden fear lanced through her as she scrambled to get back to her feet.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #815 on: June 23, 2015, 12:59:18 am »
Slowed but not discouraged, the wendigo steadily advanced on Tyra, huffing as he lumbered towards her. If it had not been for the cold magic restraining his motion, the monster would have been upon her in a heartbeat. But thanks to her Ice Bolt spell against him, Tyra still had time to get away from his grasp as he reached down to her in slow motion, like the boogeyman in a nightmare.

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« Reply #816 on: June 28, 2015, 07:54:48 pm »
Tyra's blood ran cold as the huge monster reached out for her, the last icy crystals from her slowing spell melting from his hide before her eyes. Her world shrank down to the gigantic hand grasping for her. He's going to... he's going to...I have to... All of her spells fled from her head, chased away by the rush of panic. Desperately, she groped around her, and her hand closed around her sturdy staff. The feel of the hardened, solid wood gave her momentary reassurance, and she seized on it. As the wendigo leaned down toward her, Tyra clumsily swung her staff upwards with a two handed grip, in a last-ditch effort to stun or distract the monster.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #817 on: June 29, 2015, 10:31:39 pm »
(For those at the Waypoint: I propose that in the absence of Kaybee, Greedsins you can warp your characters directly to the Rogue Encampment, and Bladebunny, you can have Flare just advance to The Cave, as if these fallen ones were not here)

-- Near East Path --

*THWACK*

That was the sound of Tyra's staff striking against the furry meaty forearms of the towering wendigo. It had almost no effect on the great beast. He just batted the staff aside with one powerful arm, and reached down at Tyra with the other one. His wide hand descended upon Tyra's face, and his six-inch-long fingers wrapped firmly around her slender neck. Grasping her with one hand like this, the corrupted monster roared down at her, and lifted her up off the ground. He held her upright, half-dangling from his one powerful hand, with just the balls of her feet against the dirt to support her weight and save her from being choked to death.

Ignoring her ineffective staff, the wendigo used his free hand to grasp at Tyra's breasts, and with one mighty pull, he tore away the top half of her outfit and threw it to the ground beside his feet. The monster's ghostly white face huffed and panted, blasting his hot breath all down the front of Tyra's exposed chest, and his tiny red eyes glared at her, burning with the memory of their past encounter. Between his legs, his dark brown cock was stiffening, getting ever thicker and longer, passing 12 inches with yet more room to expand. The wendigo roughly and crudely groped Tyra's breasts for a few seconds while he held her in this helpless state. Then, huffing and grunting like a wild gorilla, he roughly shoved the sorceress downwards, intending for her to land on her knees before him, with his cock dangling right in front of her face. He let go of her throat here, and waited to see what she would do. This was her chance to avoid getting hurt any further (and losing any more clothes), if she was willing to just give the monster what he wanted.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #818 on: June 30, 2015, 04:05:21 am »
Gasping for breath, Tyra swayed on her knees, her large breasts heaving on her chest. The monster's rough fingers had left large reddened marks on the tender caramel flesh of her bust. The massive hulk of the corrupted beast loomed above her, and Tyra's thoughts ran wildly. So strong... oh heavens... how? .... so strong... An impatient, lustful grunt from the wendigo drew her attention back to the present. The creature's massive cock bobbed in front of her face, still swelling even as she looked on. It.. he wants me to.. I... never....it's so... big... how can I..?

Another roar from the monster cut through her hesitation. The creature's hips surged forward, its massive cock bumping against Tyra's lips. Shocked and disoriented, the sorceress offered little resistance as her mouth opened up to accept the intruder. Unconsciously, her lips wrapped around the massive tool, a strong, pungent taste washing over her tongue. The beast roared out it's approval. Oh by the...I...maybe just this... As Tyra struggled to gather her thoughts and come up with a way to escape this humiliation,  another twitch  from the wendigo sent another inch of tough, spongy flesh into her mouth. Her lips opened even wider, struggling to accommodate the girth of the invader. I've never tried one this big.... A treacherous though flashed through her mind, and she desperately fought it aside.

The wendigo let loose a roar fit to shake the nearby trees as the beautiful sorceress knelt in abject defeat before it. Frantically, Tyra searched her muddled mind for a solution, but none was forthcoming. She glanced upwards at the huge creature, her eyes finding its bone-white visage. The small red eyes stared back at her, the simple intent and desire burning within. Maybe... maybe if I just... Tentatively, Tyra flicked her tongue against the creature's cock. Instantly, she was rewarded with a low rumble of what she took to be approval. Oh... She tried again, and watched as the creature's eyes began to glaze over from the pleasure she was providing. I'll just....just keep sucking him..

The bare-breasted sorceress began bobbing her head on the beast's massive cock, hoping that her efforts would be enough to forestall any further advances. She was desperately fighting not to notice the growing heat between her thighs.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #819 on: July 01, 2015, 09:07:52 am »
-- Way Stone--
Looking around the plains, Flare searched for the 'big hunk o' rock that sticks up out of the plains like a sore thumb' that the cave was under. Once spotted he would waste no time in heading for it.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #820 on: July 03, 2015, 09:21:29 pm »
-- Near East Path --

The wendigo huffed and growled with excitement as he felt the woman's warm tongue and lips sliding all over the head of his monstrous cock. His meat was dark brown in colour, and wreathed in veins. Wendigos being distant cousins of the human species, this creature's penis had a smooth shaft and a rounded head and foreskin, very much like that of a man, except much bigger and tougher. It would take a bit more effort to break the leathery skin on this male. As Tyra's drool ran down the base of the shaft where her lips couldn't reach, the creature's big hairy ballsack was swaying just under her chin, radiating intense body heat that could be felt starkly against the cold wind that was whipping against the bare skin on Tyra's exposed chest and back.

After half a minute of dedicated head-bobbing fellatio, the beast began to get impatient. The base of his shaft wasn't getting enough attention, and he gave the sorceress a growl of warning to let her know. His massive left hand descended upon the back of her head, easily cupping the curve of her skull as if it were a grapefruit. He began applying gentle but steady force, encouraging the sorcerer to suck deeper, and let some of his meat go down her throat. Depending on her gag reflex this may or may not work for her, so he made sure to give her some time to breathe whenever she started gagging, before insisting again, thinking he could train the reflex out of her if he is persistent enough.

Meanwhile, his right hand grabbed at Tyra's left forearm, and he guided her hand between his legs until she found her fingers curling around his hot shaggy nuts. She was going to have to work a bit harder if she didn't want to be forcibly impaled to sate the monster's lust -- from one end or the other.


-- Cave Entrance --

Here in full daylight, it was easy to see what Kashya had been talking about. The Cold Plains were very flat, up until the mountains began rising several kilometres in the distance to the west. But only a few hundred metres from the waypoint, there was a big rock that seemed to just stick up out of nowhere, like it had no business here. It was maybe 20 feet high, and 30 or 40 feet wide; it looked to be made of granite, and its corners had been worn down by the wind to become rounded and smooth. It was like some subterranean titan had punched his fist through the surface of the earth and then fallen asleep in that pose.

The big rock had a wide cave mouth on the southwest side. The grass outside the cave entrance had been worn away with the passage of many feet, and numerous tracks, big and small, were leading in and out of it through the dirt and mud. Despite last night's rain, the tracks were still easy to recognize as Fallen, human, and wendigo, and had clearly been made very recently. The human tracks were barefoot, suggesting the corrupted rogues had made them.

Inside the cave it was very dark, especially to a pair of eyes accustomed to the bright light of outdoors; it was too dark to see without shining a light source in there, or stepping inside and waiting a while for one's eyes to adjust. But one may not have time for that second option, because amid that darkness, footsteps could be heard shuffling back and forth, and the soft groans of zombies provided the harmony to that soundtrack.

(You can handwave that you have a torch. Just, you will need to dedicate one of your hands to carrying it. When you have more money, Akara, Charsi, or Gheed can sell you magic items that provide light without the use of your hands, as supplies last)

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #821 on: July 03, 2015, 09:28:40 pm »
~Somewhere bewteen The Cave and The Waystone.~

Beatrix was lost, okay, more than lost. Sometimes the heavily arnored warrior questioned  the task she was sent toward, but she'd do it anyways, by force of will if necessary. It was cold, but with the.buljkof armor she had on, she was warm..not even looking much like a woman with her muscular, athletic curves trapped in thick steel plate.

She saw through slits, narrowed vision on her helmet  making the cold  heavily winds make her sight obstructed. Beatrix had her shield out already, as it was the hardest to get free from rest, sword sheathed for now as she walked through the thick snow one cruch, ratting armored sound at a time. Then she though she saw someone in the distance, heading away from her to somewhere, a man...human in appearance, but.she had no clue if.that much was true.

Her hand gripped her sword, following the man...sword still half drawn in case a hostile appeared thinking she'd be easy prey...they'd find out the hard way on that decision. Then she approached more briskly to the sudden view of both the cave and the man, making her presence known to him, but still being wary. She was quite the bold one, jumping straight into potential danger.
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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #822 on: July 03, 2015, 09:43:09 pm »
~ Near The Cave entrance ~

Flare glanced at the approaching figure as he knelt to light his torch. It didn't seem to have any ranged weapons, and by the way it was half drawing it's blade Flare doubted it had any ranged magic either, so he wasn't worried about it until it drew closer.
By the time the figure was within speaking distance Flare had stuck his torch into the ground and stood, his tonfa held lightly in his hands and mostly concealed behind his arms. "That's far enough!." He called out when Beatrix was about fifteen feet away. "Who are you? What is your business? Are you with or against the demons?" Flare asked, his red hair shifting with the chilled breeze and his crimson and black eyes staring intently at the stranger.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #823 on: July 03, 2015, 10:03:05 pm »
~Near the cave~

Beatrix stopped when asked to, gazing at the...tonfa? She didn't think much of the choice of weapon, it didn't seem likely to do anything to what she had in regards to it. The fully armored knight peered at the man for a long moment, before a voice echoed thriugh the helmet, femininity muffled only slighty ij the tone..but it was a voice that seemed like it could command a whole army to drop and obey every command.

"I am Beatrix, Knight of the realm and protector of mankind. Tasked with eliminating the scurge of demons from the realm of man." Was all she said, simple, cold, and very much to the point.
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« Reply #824 on: July 03, 2015, 11:21:17 pm »
"So there's a woman under all that iron eh?" Flare said with the smirk, not feeling the least bit intimidated by Beatrix, not that he felt intimidate by anything in the first place. "So, protector of mankind. I was just about to go clear the cave of demonspawn over there." He said, pointing at the large rock. "Care to have a date inside? Nothing more romantic then busting skulls together." He chuckled.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #825 on: July 04, 2015, 12:01:14 am »
Beatrix dealt with worse than this mans behaviour, and just like him, didn't believe he could put a dent in her heavy steel plate with his choice of weaponry.

"I'm not one to question random companionship when on task. Lead the way." She stated, it didn't seem like Flares choice of wording phased her much. Soon her steel longsword was free from it's scabard, ringing as cold metal scraped across leather. Shifting slightly, she motioned idly  with her sword for him to go first; ready to follow him the moment he began moving.
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« Reply #826 on: July 04, 2015, 12:52:28 am »
Putting away the tonfa in his left hand in it's holster in the back of his belt, Flare grabbed the torch and headed into the Cave.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #827 on: July 05, 2015, 05:43:41 am »
-- Near East Path --

Tyra gagged and sputtered as the wendigo shoved his monstrous length deeper into her throat. She wasn't a novice, but this kind of girth was far beyond her skills. and she could barely fit half of the length into her mouth. Maybe if I really try...No! Oh heavens what am I doing? Just need to finish this...get away... She backed up a little, her throat rebelling against the intrusion, and amazingly, the beast relented, momentarily easing the pressure. But it was only a temporary respite, as after watching her catch her breath, the wendigo shoved forward again. Tyra's eyes watered, and it was almost a relief when the beast grabbed her hand and brought it to his balls. Her fingers wrapped around the massive sack, and understanding flashed through her fogged thoughts. I...I can do this..

She used her delicate fingers as best she could, rolling the heavy testicles in her hand, even as she continued to slobber of the monster's cock. At first, she was too timid in her motions, but another warning grunt from the wendigo made her bolder. She quickly adjusted, applying more force than she normally would with a human lover, and she was rewarded with an easing of the pressure on her head. The beast was clearly enjoying her efforts. He likes that...maybe a little more...I..I...oh anything to get this finished faster!

Tentatively, Tyra lifted up her right arm from the ground, shifting her knees slightly to compensate. Slowly, hesitantly, she brought it up until her fingers brushed against the wendigo's dick. She let her hand wrap around the root of the massive cock, her long fingers barely covering half of the girth, and she was freshly shocked by the sheer size of the thing. Before she could convice herself to stop, she plunged ahead, and began running her hand up and down the length of the shaft, pleasuring what her lips could not reach. She timed her movements well, her hand and mouth moving in unison, even as her fingers continued to play with the beast's sack. She looked up at its fearsome face, looking for any reaction to her initiative. She thought her fingers detected the tell tale shudder in the creatures balls. He must be close...

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #828 on: July 06, 2015, 12:44:42 am »
The creature's mighty hands began to waver, losing their strength. Its broad shoulders pulled back, tilting its sunken white face upwards to look to the sky. The combination of Tyra's hands and mouth was working magic, and after only another two minutes, the wendigo's hips swayed, and he let out a low groan from deep within his belly. His balls, and the base of his shaft, twitched, and Tyra could feel the fluid squirting underneath all that tough flesh. A split second later, her open mouth became host to a torrent of very hot and very salty cum. It was much warmer than human body temperature, though not painfully so. And there was a lot of it. Her tongue was instantly drenched in the stuff, while the back of her throat felt the hard impact of the first jet of semen he released. She had almost no choice but to swallow that first rope, as it was already far past her tongue. For the rest of it, she had a bit more control. Due to the sheer volume, seed began dribbling out from the corners of her lips and down the sides of her chin within seconds of his ejaculation. If she tried to take the beastial penis out of her mouth, the wendigo used his hands to stop her from doing that, until he had completely emptied his balls past her lips.

Only then, did he finally release her head, and allow his sticky member to flop down her chin and squirt the last few drops down over her neck and breasts. With each drop of corrupted semen inside or upon her, Tyra would feel a little bit more inclined to forget her morals and listen to what her body craves most.

Having gotten what he came for, the wendigo took a deep breath, stretched out his arms and waist, and then turned around and lumbered off through the grass to the north to look for a comfortable spot to lay down and rest. As far as the monster was concerned, he was finished using Tyra. There was no need to interact with her any further until later in the day when his libido would return. Maybe he would find her again at that point, if she was still in the area, and he could give her a second helping of his cock. Or as many as she wanted...

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #829 on: July 06, 2015, 06:03:27 am »
Tyra's eyes widened as she felt the beast tremble and roar as his cum began to surge into her mouth. It's so hot... She gagged a little as the first spurt hit the back of her throat and she was forced to swallow. The rest of the wendigo's load came on in a rush, and all she could do was groan in futile protest as the monster held her head steady, his cock shuddering with every massive surge of cum. As droplets began to slide past her lips to splatter against her exposed tits, Tyra gave up and began to swallow, hoping to avoid the further humiliation of chocking on the creature's seed. The harsh, salty taste was unpleasant, and Tyra cringed with every gulp, but the initial shock and disgust dulled a bit as Tyra continued to drink the wendigo's cum. With every swallow, a warmth began to spread through the woman's body, reminding her of...Gheed? No, that's nonsense...Still, it came as a relief when the beast finally pulled its dark cock out of the woman's mouth, the thick head making a lewd popping sound as it emerged from between her lips. The last few hot spurts of seed landed on Tyra's caramel skin, sliding down into her cleavage, but the sorceress barely noticed as she worked her jaw, relishing her freedom.

As the satisfied monster gave her one last look and began to lumber off to the north, Tyra remained kneeling, trying to process what had just happened. I just sucked off a... well I didn't have a choice, he...and it was not all bad... what am I thinking, I need to get out of here. Remembering that the wendigo had ripped off her top and left her exposed, Tyra glanced down at the ground, hoping to find the remains of the garment. Instead, the sight of her soiled breasts caught her eye. Oh damn it all, I'm a mess Distracted as she was, it took Tyra several seconds to notice that one of her hands was running across her chest, rubbing the wendigo's seed into her skin. Distraught, she snapped the hand down to her side. What is wrong with me?

After a moments search, she found her damaged top. The beast's massive hands had easily snapped the delicate fabric, leaving the garment beyond saving. Still, I can't exactly run around exposed out here... For a moment, Tyra imagined herself striding across the plains, bare breasts proudly thrust out in front of her, drawing lustful, admiring gazes from.. the monsters around her? Tyra shook her head, chasing away the disturbing vision. With a sigh of exasperation, she tied the remains of her top around her breasts, forming a makeshift bandeau. I still owe Gheed for this!

Glancing around her, Tyra stood and collected the staff that had been torn from her grip by the wendigo. With a last look, she hurried away from the place of her humiliating defeat, heading further into the West.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #830 on: July 07, 2015, 11:35:47 pm »
Tyra soon came to a crossroad. To her left, the path deviated south towards the Burial Grounds, passing by an abandoned stone house along the way. Straight ahead, the path continued west towards the Stony Field. She could see the mountains rising up in the distance there, and it looked like there was movement out there, but it was much too far away to discern any details of who or what was moving. The most likely guess would be monsters... duh...

To the north, there was no path, just the wide open grassy field where she had fought those fallen ones the night before. They seemed to be gone now, but the Town Portal she opened was still there, shimmering dark blue. The Waypoint was also there, of course. Also nearby--that she could easily see now, thanks to it being daytime--was a small hill, not far from the Waypoint, just a little further north, and there seemed to be a shrine at the top of it. But north is where the wendigo had gone to lay down, so it was probably not a good idea to go that way, unless she was looking for sloppy seconds.

To the southwest, equal distance from both branches of the path, there was the big rocky outcropping that marked the entrance to The Cave.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #831 on: July 08, 2015, 04:52:29 am »
Hesitating, Tyra looked around her. Each of the directions had its dangers, but... glancing up at the sun, the sorceress made her decision. I came back here to find that yellow demon, and that's what I'm going to do. And that will be easier to do while the daylight is still here. And that beast... well he won't get so lucky twice! If I see him again, I won't hesitate. What does it matter that he'd... that I'd sucked on that thick...oh come on Tyra, focus!

Full of determination, Tyra recast her protective Frozen Armor spell. The protective shield shimmered in the air as it settled on her body, and there was something just a little off about the sensation. Reaching inward, Tyra examined the barrier for weakness, but no, it was strong and holding. Shrugging, Tyra turned and walked into the northern field, hoping that the mud had been dried by the morning sun. She headed for the shrine to the north of the Waypoint, hoping to use the little hill to survey the area and find her foe. It's a good thing that brute is so big, should make him easier to spot. And that yellow bastard is so bright, I should be able to see him from a mile away.


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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #832 on: July 11, 2015, 01:38:44 am »
As Tyra searched the area, she found that there were numerous bodies of fallen ones scattered about, as if a great battle had been fought here, and the demons lost... decisively. None of the bodies were yellow, though, and there were tracks leading off in two directions where those who fled the battle must have escaped. One set of tracks led southwest towards The Cave. The other set of tracks went due west, disturbing the tall grass there. At this point Tyra might have been stumped as to which lead she might follow, but then as she gazed into the west, she saw what looked like something yellow moving around near an old abandoned house at least a kilometre away. There were several moving shapes, but all of them were red except for that one yellow one. Clearly, this was her enemy.

The house in question could be accessed from the road leading west. After one kilometre or so, Tyra would have to venture 100m or 200m off road to reach the house, since there was a lot of space out front where the previous owners had grazed animals. This was evidenced by a square pen fenced in by wood planks that sat out in front of the house. The pen was, of course, empty, and the gate looked like it had been torn off its hinges by something very strong.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #833 on: July 11, 2015, 09:02:47 pm »
The flash of yellow in the distance elevated Tyra's spirits. I've got you now! Full of determination, she set out toward the road, intent on following it until she could get closer to the house and evaluate the situation. As she walked, the image of the large gate torn off it's hinges returned to her mind, and she wondered what kind of demon could do something like that. Was it that wendigo? But he went to the north... Her makeshift top had begun to come loose, and Tyra sighed in exasperation, pausing briefly to adjust the garment. Damn that monster...

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #834 on: July 13, 2015, 11:00:43 pm »
The path further west was eerily quiet. No birds sang, and no animals scurried through the grass. The demonic influence over this land must have driven them all away, or else mutated them into something unrecognizable. Thankfully, the demons were also absent, as most of them had already been driven away from this area by the rogues and adventurers who previously came through here. The rest of the demons, no doubt, were hiding from the sunlight, either underground in The Cave, or under the shelter of that abandoned house.

Tyra was able to observe the scene much more clearly when she got closer. Spying the old house from among some scrub bushes 100 metres away, she could see that the fenced in area had been an animal pen, as it was a rectangle, and there was a lot of space between the boards -- it would never have worked to protect a garden from rabbits or the like. The fence walls were only four feet high, which suggested small animals like goats or pigs or sheep had been kept there. The pen was too small to hold cattle. It was said that the people who lived on these plains had been goat herders. Whatever had been kept there had obviously gotten out when the gate was smashed. There were no animal remains in the dirt, so they must have simply wandered off.

A quick glance at the property between the house and the goat pen revealed what had broken the gate. There was the carcass of an enormous demon laying on the ground. The demon had been nine feet tall, with blood red skin, and it had a single two-foot-long horn protruding from its forehead like a rhino. Someone had already killed it, but the body had not yet decomposed in any way.

Five fallen ones were milling about in the open, talking to each other in their language that sounded mostly like birds squawking. One of the five was that yellow bastard Tyra had fought earlier. He was a foot taller than all of the others, and his skin looked like the carapace of a crab; thick, tough, and covered in little spikes that would hurt your hands if you tried to grab him. He was wearing some kind of long tunic made of rags, with a leather belt holding the fabric against his waist. His whip was coiled on his right hip, and his human-sized sword was sheathed upon his back. The other four fallen ones were the normal red-skinned variety, and the only wore dirty loincloths for clothing. Two of them carried spears, one had a club and a round wooden shield about eight inches in diameter, and the last one had a hatchet that was probably stolen from this very house.

The whole place stank of death. Death and evil. Evil and death. The whole place stank of evil and death. And goat shit.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #835 on: July 14, 2015, 02:20:01 am »
--Creepy Shrine--

The statues and the shrine caught Isha's curiosity at first, and she regarded them curiously, tempted to try one of them and see what happened if she did so, she knew there would be a benefit, but given the nature of the shrine, she suspected a consequence too...  The question being, would it be worth it?

Before she could make an initial decision though, the fallen caught Isha's eye, and she regarded them cautiously.  Fighting both at once would be difficult, especially as it would take quite a bit of her techniques to subdue them the usual way, and even if she fought traditionally with strikes rather than pressure points she would be hard-pressed against two so high-ranking demons, even if they were just fallen.

Nowhere to hide, so no way to sneak up on one and take him out first...  Perhaps if she made a run for the shrine and earned it's blessing before?

The idea was tempting, and while she was fairly sure it came from her corruption, it seemed more and more rational.  All she needed to do was assume the pose of the shrine and the buff would be given to her, with all shrines it worked instantly, why wouldn't it do so here?  And once she had the enhancement, she could probably take the fallen much more easily with hard strike at least...

She was sure there was something wrong as she shucked her breeches, or something she was missing at least, but rationalization had sided with this plan, and so, she took it, hurrying forwards, trying to stay low to be spotted as late as possible then taking a running leap that turned into a half-roll as she landed, ending with her sliding on her back, assuming the position of the topaz-eyes statue as she came to rest in the center of the circle.  Come on...  Work shrine, I know how you work so work.

If it didn't work of course, or worked differently, she was about to be more than one kind of trouble...  Be careful what you wish for...

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #836 on: July 14, 2015, 05:34:23 am »
--Abandoned Goat Farm--

The sight of her quarry quickened Tyra's heartbeat, and she had to force herself to remain calm. After the unnerving, unnatural silence along the road, the sight of the enemy was almost a relief.There you are! Her first instinct on seeing the little demons had been to rush in, and crush the creatures with her spells, but her recent experience with the wendigo had served to instill a bit of caution in her. The sorceress glanced at the huge hulk of the dead demon and shivered. I'm glad that one wasn't my problem...

Tyra surveyed the scene before her again, and tried to come up with a plan. Think, Tyra, think! What to do? Do I take out the little ones first, scare them? Go for the big one? As she crouched, staying inconspicuous, the half-remembered words of Matron Orlene came back to her. Her combat instructor had been a demanding, even harsh woman, but Tyra was an eager student, viewing the challenges and tests as opportunities to push the boundaries of her skills. Stupid, foolish girl! the old woman had shouted, stamping her staff in the dirt, use the ground! Use the trees! Bah! Running around in the open like a frightened rabbit...

With those words ringing in her ears, Tyra looked around again. The pen! If I can get them in there, even just a few, and split them up..sure the big one can teleport, but the little ones.... Determined, Tyra recast her protective spell, and moved forward, circling around so that the wooden animal pen was always between her and the group of the Fallen. Arriving, she pressed herself against the wooden barrier, and crept along the sides until she was at a corner post opposite of the demons. Glancing in between the planks, she kept an eye on the enemy, even as her hands searched around for a likely stone.

Finally, catching a moment when none of the Fallen were looking her way, she flung her arm upwards, tossing the stone towards the other side of the pen, hoping to strike the fence there and draw her enemies into the confined space. Should some of the demons take the bait, Tyra decided that she'd  wait until they had moved, then cast her first Ice Bolt at the yellow leader, attacking through the slots in the worn barrier. Let's see how good you are at barking orders with a frozen jaw...

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #837 on: July 16, 2015, 10:02:43 pm »
-- Abandoned House --

When the rock came down, the fallen ones all perked up and looked around. Spotting Tyra, they squawked sharply and raised their weapons. The yellow one drew his sword and shouted, "Hu-maaan!"

The pen was far enough away from the demons that Tyra was able to sneak into position without them noticing. But as far as cover went, it was like trying to hide behind a sign post. There were big spaces between the wooden beams that allowed the demons to see exactly where Tyra was hiding as soon as she got their attention. Rather than running into the pen, all of the fallen ones just started going around it. Tyra had some time to shoot at them before they got to her, but she would not really be able to rely on the fence as protection, unless she hopped over it to the other side.

Meanwhile, being a bit closer to the house now, Tyra could hear some ominous noises coming from inside. There were the moans and screams of a woman in pain, and the distorted humming and chanting of a magic ritual being undertaken. It seemed that this small group of fallen ones out here were simply handling guard duty for something much more evil going on inside the house.


(the house is at the top of the map, the goat pen is in # marks, and the @ symbols represent the dead horned demon)
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-- Creepy Shrine --

"What!", came the startled cry from the purple demon as a naked woman rushed right past him and dove to the ground. He jumped several inches in the air to get into a fighting stance before he realized that Isha was not immediately trying to kill him. Rather, she was sprawled out on her back with her legs spread and her wrists held together just above her head. Kinky. The fallen champion was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. While the olive green demon was just turning around to see what happened, the purple one was already approaching Isha with his cock in one hand, working it fast to get it hard for her before she changed her mind about her position. He still had his double-sided axe in the other hand, but he held it out to the side non-threateningly while he ambled eagerly between the monk's spread knees.

As if to make matters worse for Isha, this is when the shrine started to activate, and the first part of the activation sequence involved a series of strong flexible roots shooting out of the ground and capturing Isha's wrists and ankles. In less than a second, she found herself forcibly bound in the promiscuous position she had freely taken. There was no way out of this now. The sight of this beautiful human girl, naked, tied up, and spread eagle in front of him, was enough to make the purple demon rock hard. He sunk his axe into the soft ground beside where he was standing, and stooped down between Isha's sexy thighs to insert himself into her predicament.

"Oki look out!", the warned green fallen one as he observed the scene. He had seen what the purple one had not noticed; that looming behind the engorged fallen one was the topaz-eyed statue, standing tall and wielding a rubbery yellow phallus that protruded obscenely from her groin. Before Oki could even respond, the statue reached out with one stony hand and casually brushed the fallen one out of her way. The little demon landed with a grunt on the soft grass a few feet away and looked up in shock to see what had just hit him.

The green demon wisely kept his distance and watched silently as the statue descended upon Isha like an experienced lover. Stony knees planted themselves in the open space between Isha's spread legs, and stony hands came to rest upon the ground to either side of Isha's immobile body. Its featureless face hovered over top of the monk's, so that Isha was staring up at the two glowing yellow gemstones without a hint of emotion in them, and her lips were agonizingly close to those perfectly sculpted and stone cold alabaster lips. The statue's unnatural cock made its presence felt, hot and thick, at the entrance to Isha's exposed pussy. And with all the warmth of an android, the artificial organ was shoved roughly inside her.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #838 on: July 24, 2015, 05:20:57 am »
-- Abandoned House --

With a surge of will, Tyra sent an Ice Bolt flying toward the group of Fallen, using the large gaps in the fence to her advantage, as her magical projectile sailed neatly between the slats. She had aimed for the demon in the front, reasoning that if she overshot, she stood a fair chance of hitting one of his fellows behind him. As she cast the spell, she began to move towards the south, sliding along the fence, trying to make sure that the little demons had to come to her in a constrained manner. Rounding that corner, they'd make easy targets. The moans and screams from the house would have to wait. If I just rush over there, I won't be saving anyone, I'll be joining them...

She kept one eye on the yellow demon, still bellowing orders at his minions. Come on you bastard, I know you can teleport.

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Re: Cold Plains
« Reply #839 on: July 26, 2015, 08:23:58 pm »
The ice bolt struck the nearest fallen one, who had a shield. The shield took the blast, but the cold magic carried through anyway, chilling his arm and then his entire body until he fell to the ground in a state of shock. The other three fallen ones scattered at this, and ran off in different directions, going more or less towards the house. Only the yellow one kept his cool. Snorting at the cowardice of his underlings, he made for the south side of the pen to try to come around that way and box her in. Sooner or later the minions would get over themselves and return, and then he'd be able to pincer Tyra.