Dream of the Red Chamber: Kyrademon's Jade Regent PBP, Part IV

Game Master Kyrademon


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Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
Her smile goes a little brighter as she sinks fully next to him, "no belly" A happy sigh as her head fits onto his shoulder and one hand sneaks under his shirt to steal a little extra warmth, "I fit again."


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
"You always fit," he mutters, right at the edge of sleep.


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Male Halfling Cavalier 10
Myriana Bayden wrote:
Myri's expression suddenly changes as she realizes she may have just started a rumor...and for something that is quite likely her own imagination. "No! I mean. Probably not. I don't know? Um, no, I'm sure it's just a drink between friends, but...maybe? Sorry, if there actually is something I need help with I'll ask, 'kay?" Myri is feeling a little hot, "Um, okay, change the question to 'I don't really know what the situation is, and I don't really know for sure if there is something wrong, what should I do to feel things out and be prepared?'" She again looks at Kalimac and Rhost expectantly, almost like she's looking for advice from her older brothers.

Kalimac blinks. "Ooohkayyyy..." He shakes his head to clear his mind. "Okay. First thing: nothing good ever came from trying to drink to forget. The best case scenario is waking up to Alaric's Boiled-Sock-Tea. If you're lucky." He follows with some Terran muttering. "אויסערדעם, אַז קאָניאַק איז די גוט שטאָפּן. איר טאָן ניט וועלן צו וויסט עס אויף בלויז מאָרד דיין מאַרך." (Now that everyone speaks Halfling, he has to choose something else for mutterings.)

"Here's what I suggest. Take a bottle of brandy to whomever. Sip it. It's good stuff, and should put both of you in a good mood. As long as you don't go overboard, things should work out for the best."

Terran:
"Besides, that brandy is the good stuff. You don't want to waste it on merely killing your brain."


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
She leans up and kisses the side of his mouth, "I am still going to delight in the ability to bend at the waist and touch my toes again."

Her hand goes down, playing over the muscles of his torso, stomach, and pausing just under the edge of his pants, "How soon are we able to ask for a responsible baby sitter without being irresponsible parents?" She asks, her tongue darting out over her lower lip.


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
The sleep sloughs off of Alaric almost instantly. "It depends on how long we need. I'm sure Zaiobe would watch a fed and sleeping baby for a little while, but if Milena woke up, we'd have to stop."


Male Half-elf Barbarian
Myriana Bayden wrote:
"Um, okay, change the question to "I don't really know what the situation is, and I don't really know for sure if there is something wrong, what should I do to feel things out and be prepared?"" She again looks at Kalimac and Rhost expectantly, almost like she's looking for advice from her older brothers.

"What Kalimac says," Rhost says. "Also, ask."


Human Ranger

Myri smiles fondly up at Rhost for his as usual sage and common sense advice. "Thank you, Rhost, I will."


Male Halfling Cavalier 10

Kalimac dashes off to the men's wagon and retrieves a bottle of brandy from his stash.

As he hands the bottle to Myri he says, "Keep in mind this is the good stuff. It's for sipping, not guzzling. Or, if you're Rhost, it's for cooking. But for you, sipping."


Human Ranger

Myriana smiles widely at Kalimac as she takes the bottle & at Rhost for his "Rhost's Brew". what quantity, please? She gives both of her friends a big bear hug (one at a time), "Thanks guys, I mean it, let me know what I owe you later 'kay?" She turns towards the Women's Wagon and quickly disappears inside...at least momentarily, before emerging and saddling up a horse. If Kalimac is still in the area she throws him a wink and a smile. Probably something to do with "riding horses"...or animals in general.


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
Mel goes a little green, in a quiet whisper only for him, not quite looking at him, "So never as long as I really need?" Her blush goes deeper, the words slow, pushed past the happy embarrassment, "I miss your taste..." Her tongue nervously flickering over her lips.


Male Halfling Cavalier 10
Myriana Bayden wrote:
Myriana smiles widely at Kalimac as she takes the bottle & at Rhost for his "Rhost's Brew". what quantity, please? She gives both of her friends a big bear hug (one at a time), "Thanks guys, I mean it, let me know what I owe you later 'kay?" She turns towards the Women's Wagon and quickly disappears inside...at least momentarily, before emerging and saddling up a horse. If Kalimac is still in the area she throws him a wink and a smile. Probably something to do with "riding horses"...or animals in general.

"You don't owe me anything for the brandy. Or the advice," says Kalimac. "Go. Enjoy."


Human Ranger

Myri flashes a smile over her shoulder at Kalimac with a mouthed "thank you and..we will", the thoughts <I hope> don't reach her lips.


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
Mel can quite easily feel the effect her words and the sight of her tongue. "Um... well... we're parents now... but well... are you... asking... to um... to blow me?"


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
Mel's face and shoulders go a deep green, but her hand goes ever so slightly lower as she nods.

Then her eyes go wide, her voice hurried, worried, "I mean... being parents... doesn't mean we can't do that... right?"


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
"Mel, love... just because we're parents doesn't mean we stop being sexual beings." He leans down to brush a kiss against her lips. "I was actually planning on asking you for a blowjob, but I felt kind of guilty. I don't know how you're feeling."


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
The worry is completely erased by that brilliant smile that lights her face and she starts to purr into his kiss. "Very good," her voice a shade deeper and with tremors of desire.

Her green eyes flashing with happiness, "You," emphasizing the word with a soft kiss, "do not have to ever feel guilty about asking me to do things that I enjoy." Her hand starts to slide down before she catches herself, "Soon?" A pause, "please?"


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
Alaric blinks, momentarily baffled. He has to verbally puzzle out what's going on through his overheated male mind. "Are you actually begging me for the chance to blow me?" He nods vigorously. "Soon. Very soon. As soon as you hand the baby off."


Desnus 23 - GUARDIAN OF THE WAY

Melinda Sorn wrote:
A bit later, "What interim stages make sense to you? After all you are the only one here that knows what it is like in Minkai."

"I would suggest telling those you rally to your cause of what your eventual plans are ... but let it be the plan of an empress, who will take power according to tradition and give it up in an orderly and lawful fashion," Miyaro says. "Power in the hands of the peasants is not an unheard of idea in Minkai, but there are many tales of the terrible days of the warlords when there was no law. No one will be eager to depose a tyrant only to replace him with nothing but an untried foreign notion."


Male Human Cleric 10
Kyrademon wrote:
"I would suggest telling those you rally to your cause of what your eventual plans are ... but let it be the plan of an empress, who will take power according to tradition and give it up in an orderly and lawful fashion," Miyaro says. "Power in the hands of the peasants is not an unheard of idea in Minkai, but there are many tales of the terrible days of the warlords when there was no law. No one will be eager to depose a tyrant only to replace him with nothing but an untried foreign notion."

"'Because we've always done it that way' might be the worst reason to do anything. Yet it's a reason many people seem to find terribly compelling. Comfort of the familiar, maybe. Fear of the road not traveled."


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Mel steps so she can be alongside Alaric, her hand grabbing his, "So we put all those 'weird foreign notions' through the comforting lens of the familiar so that we can leave them with a better place to live." She smiles at Alaric and then over at Miyaro, "How many countries are there with non-aristocratic rule? Did any of them have a good relationship with Minkai prior to the tyrant's control?"


Male Half-elf Barbarian
Alaric Graff wrote:
"'Because we've always done it that way' might be the worst reason to do anything."

|Sometimes that is short-hand for 'because it works best this way,'| Rhost says.


Male Human Cleric 10
Rhost Mab-i-gof wrote:
|Sometimes that is short-hand for 'because it works best this way,'| Rhost says.

"Common mistake," Alaric says in his best Rhost voice.


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
Mel looks over at the hanging crib and the otherwise empty wagon. "I can probably move the crib without waking her up again..." Her eyes tinge with worry. "But it might be too cold for her outside..."

Mel looks from her sleeping child to the man she loves. Responsibility at war with lust and desire in her expressive green eyes and her own lust-muddled head not seeing a solution.


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
Alaric looks deeply into Mel's eyes. "We're going to have to have sex with her in the room. Very quietly. And we are never, ever going to tell her about it." He very gingerly disengages, letting Mel get up from the bed.


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
She nods, "Very quiet. And never."

Mel moves carefully out of the bed and then with even more care takes the blanket nest containing Milena and puts the baby in the crib. Pausing for a moment to make sure that the green-haired infant stays asleep.

She returns to the bed with far more haste, but taking care to keep her actions very very quiet. Pausing at just the moment she is straddling his hips she smiles, leans forward, and lets her body move, just a bit, against his as she kisses him. In her subvocal whisper, when she pulls just a fraction away, "I love you."


Melinda Sorn wrote:
Mel steps so she can be alongside Alaric, her hand grabbing his, "So we put all those 'weird foreign notions' through the comforting lens of the familiar so that we can leave them with a better place to live." She smiles at Alaric and then over at Miyaro, "How many countries are there with non-aristocratic rule? Did any of them have a good relationship with Minkai prior to the tyrant's control?"

"The city-state of Goka is ruled by a constitutional parliament, but it is far across the continent and many consider it to be in a unique situation. Still, it may be the best example to use; everyone is familiar with Goka," Miyaro replies.

"However, you should be aware that the great revolution in Bachuan, which overthrew the aristocracy of that land supposedly for the sake of the peasants, did not have the intended result. The 'Chairwoman' of the Sun Chamber, Grandmother Pei, is as brutal and autocratic as any of the rulers who controlled the land before the revolt. And Bachuan is nearer at hand to Minkai, across the Naikang Bay."

"It is not merely fear of the new, although that is a factor. Rapid, unconstrained change can have unintended consequences."


Male Human Cleric 10
Kyrademon wrote:
"It is not merely fear of the new, although that is a factor. Rapid, unconstrained change can have unintended consequences."

"So can stagnation. Really, anything and everything can have unintended consequences. I don't think that the intent of their ordered society was to give rise to a brutal tyrant, yet there he is."


Male Half-elf Barbarian
Alaric Graff wrote:
"Common mistake," Alaric says in his best Rhost voice.

Rhost laughs, and claps Alaric on his back, "Well done," he says, replying with his best Alaric, "But half right -- in Galt we didn't make common mistakes."


Male Human Cleric 10
Rhost Mab-i-gof wrote:
Rhost laughs, and claps Alaric on his back, "Well done," he says, replying with his best Alaric, "But half right -- in Galt we didn't make common mistakes."

"Oh no. We came up with entirely new ways to screw up. It's the Galt way," says Alaric, grinning.


Male Half-elf Barbarian
Alaric Graff wrote:
"Oh no. We came up with entirely new ways to screw up. It's the Galt way," says Alaric, grinning.

"Galty as charged," Rhost says. Rhost seems more relaxed to be near trees again.


Male Human Cleric 10
Rhost Mab-i-gof wrote:
"Galty as charged," Rhost says. Rhost seems more relaxed to be near trees again.

Alaric valiantly fights the laughter. He can't reward Rhost for a pun so cruel. So soulless. But it is no use. The laughs escape in a series of helpless snorts and rueful head shakes.


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
He kisses her back. "I love you," he whispers back, sliding his hands into her pants. "I really wish there were a stronger word for it, Mel. I... you make me happier than I ever dreamed possible."


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
A low purr rumbles through her body as his hands touch her. Her fingers trace down his body to the hem of his shirt and then up under the fabric. "You give me that too." Her smile turning impish, "And you do have stronger words for it, love." She arches into his hands, her body rubbing against his, "They just aren't so much verbal words as everything else you do."

She pushes his shirt up and bends her body so that she can lay kisses down his chest. Not going to far down, enjoying the feel of his hands on her too much to break that contact just yet.


Male Half-elf Barbarian
Alaric Graff wrote:
Alaric valiantly fights the laughter. He can't reward Rhost for a pun so cruel. So soulless. But it is no use. The laughs escape in a series of helpless snorts and rueful head shakes.

Rhost manages to look pleased and abashed at the same time.


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
Alaric lets out a very pleased groan, which he catches with a panicked look at the crib. Satisfied the baby remains asleep, he turns his attention back to the perfect minx atop him. He brushes her smooth cheek with his hand, softly at first, but then more forcefully guiding her downward. It's a familiar touch, at once loving and dominant. "Show me how much you love me," he whispers to her.


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
She smiles up at him at the whisper. Her nimble fingers pull carefully at the laces of his pants, her mouth teasing the barely exposed flesh, licking and sucking the head, testing her love's ability to remain quiet.

When she manages to get the clothing out of the way, Melinda pauses, looking up to his sea-touched eyes. The myriad of enjoyable choices dancing through her eyes.


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
As she pulls away, he tries to follow her mouth, barely holding in a frustrated groan when she leaves.

"Now you," he whispers, his gestures indicating he wants her naked as well.


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
A happy green blush colors her cheeks, but her hands go to the bottom of the overly large shirt she wears. Pulling it up slowly, revealing hips, now just the slightly bit curved, her once again slim waist and stomach and, finally, her breasts, barely contained by the green bra.

As her fingers move to her hips and begin to pull at the laces, Melinda watches his eyes, needing to see the confirmation of his desire for her there. She parts from him for the moments needed to push the pants from her body, a quiet mumbled, [smaller]"Skirts are so much easier to take off," the only complaint.

Her hands return to his body first, fingernails playing down and over heated skin. Then her lips, tongue. Teasing, tasting. The undergarments she leaves to his hands.


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
"Then you should wear more skirts," he whispers back.

He watches her in the dark, his eyes falling from hers, to her breasts, now much fuller, to the triangle of fabric hiding her. He considers his options carefully, fingers playing over her hips and sides.

Decision made, he sits up, pressing into her panties, mouth seeking her neck. He quickly undoes her bra, leaning her back to explore. After a moment: "That's a new taste," he says. Flicking her nipple one last time, he lays her back on the bed and crouches over her.

Healer's hands slip into her panties, and he strokes. Slowly. One good tease deserves another. "How do you want it? And be specific."


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
Her body starts to shiver as he finds her neck, which is joined by a low purr of pleasure as he explores and a near-silent gasp with the final flick. As he repays her own teasing, her teeth bite down on her lower lip, barely keeping the happy sounds silent. At his words, her skin darkens, coloring her body. "Specific?" Almost a squeak. Even quieter, "I want..." her blush going deeper as the words she wants to say flash through her mind, a long pause, a deep breath, hips moving as his talented hands quicken her body, "I want to taste you... to suck... take you totally..." And her voice gets even harder to hear, "And when I have you close to the edge..." Her eyes find his, "I want you to f~#@ my mouth as hard as you need to." Her blush a hot jade by this point.


Male Human Cleric 10

Mel:
He is stunned by the request. Finally, a smile creeps over his features. A nod. "I want that too." His finger curls within her, beckoning. He is relentless, pulling her along quite rapidly. Waiting until she is primed, his thumb brushes her button, once. Twice. Then back and forth, giving her what she has needed.

He quickly pulls her into a kiss swallowing any sounds of her orgasm. Then his mouth is replaced by his fingers, wet with her. "Show me. Do a good job and I'll let you have what you want."


Female Quarter-Orc Sorcerer

Alaric:
Her body responds to his touch, her pleasure growing with his touch. The sparks of electric sensation shooting through her body when he teases her core. Her body vibrating, he takes her over the edge, her eyes wide, seeing nothing but him. And when his lips touch hers to steal sound, he feels the low purring sounds of happiness touched with the frantic edge of need.

Her vision unfocused in the afterglow, she begins to suck and lick at his fingers before she has fully returned from her pleasure. However, a smile shows at his whispered promise, command. Her tongue swirls around the digits in her mouth, lingering on nerves, her lips moving with tight promise, and her breath, controlled and strong, pulling inward. And all the while her green eyes find his, full of promise of far more delight and love.

And never one to be constrained only to commands, her hands reach between their bodies, fingers mimicking the motion of lips.


Kyrademon wrote:
"It is not merely fear of the new, although that is a factor. Rapid, unconstrained change can have unintended consequences."
Alaric Graff wrote:
"So can stagnation. Really, anything and everything can have unintended consequences. I don't think that the intent of their ordered society was to give rise to a brutal tyrant, yet there he is."

"True," Miyaro acknowledges. "But it would seem wise to attempt to prevent such catastrophes as can reasonably be predicted from history and human nature, rather than leaving them entirely to chance."


Mid-Desnus, on journey through Hongal, post Zaiobe meeting

Myriana Bayden wrote:
"If not, how about in three days? & um, are we excluding the guys? I kinda hope not, since I much prefer Rhosts culinary skills to mine. Sorry, I don't really know what I'm doing if that wasn't already painfully obvious." she smiles a little abashedly.

"I had not planned on excluding anyone," Shalelu says. "And three days' time sounds reasonable to me."


Liothonae:
liothonae cromvathar wrote:

Lio nods, she doesn't understand either.

"Well, at least I'm not crazy after all." She says, a little sadly, as to Zaiobe's last comment.

"What are you going to do?" She asks quietly.

<I'm not sure yet,> Zaiobe replies. <I rather hope he eventually gets over it.>

<Until he does ... it occurs to me that it may be possible for us to communicate without being physically present, if you are willing to put up with that for a while as a stopgap measure.>


Family Wagon/Koya:
Melinda Sorn wrote:

Mel smiles at Koya's comment and she then proceeds to go evergreen at Alaric's reply. With a little bit of a glare at her mate as she is caught between agreeing about the actual making steps and the exhaustion of the last two weeks.

Finally with a half smile at Koya, "I'm guessing the actual challenging part hasn't started." Her smile grows as she adds, "So you find her an acceptable grandchild?"

Koya raises her eyebrows at the term, but doesn't protest. "Weren't plannin' on throwin' her back in."


Myriana:
Myriana Bayden wrote:
Returning to the spot she left Zaiobe, Myriana appears in her normal traveling gear(like just about always), and leading one of the white Arabians the caravan was gifted with. She reaches towards Zaiobe, offering her hand. (& assuming it is taken) <I know you can fly. Doesn't matter. You're coming with me. 'kay?> and unless she resists Myri lifts (or helps) her into the saddle, mounts up after her and rides out of camp. Myri keeps her left hand on Zaiobe's exposed (thigh or waist?) so she can talk if she decides she would like to say something as they move away from the caravan.

<O ... K. I guess I am coming with you, then,> Zaiobe says, sounding puzzled.


Male Human Cleric 10
Kyrademon wrote:
"True," Miyaro acknowledges. "But it would seem wise to attempt to prevent such catastrophes as can reasonably be predicted from history and human nature, rather than leaving them entirely to chance."

"No one said we would be doing that," Alaric says. "I merely wanted make sure we aren't equating anarchy with evil. Power corrupts, whether it's the power inherent in being a tyrant or the power gained from steering bloodthirsty mobs. I'd like to prevent anyone I can from falling into either trap. Anyone we place on the throne should be considered a figurehead and a temporary one at that while we can transfer the task of governance to some sort of democratic republic."

Alaric considers. "Drawing up a constitution is not a bad idea. A group of us -- or all of us -- could meet and begin the document so we have it."

"Of course, this could be the most monumental case of putting the cart before the horse ever."


Human Ranger

Kyra:
Kyrademon wrote:
Returning to the spot she left Zaiobe, Myriana appears in her normal traveling gear(like just about always), and leading one of the white Arabians the caravan was gifted with. She reaches towards Zaiobe, offering her hand. (& assuming it is taken) <I know you can fly. Doesn't matter. You're coming with me. 'kay?> and unless she resists Myri lifts (or helps) her into the saddle, mounts up after her and rides out of camp. Myri keeps her left hand on Zaiobe's exposed (thigh or waist?) so she can talk if she decides she would like to say something as they move away from the caravan.<O ... K. I guess I am coming with you, then,> Zaiobe says, sounding puzzled.

<Ever ridden on a horse before? Quite different from flying I'm sure.> for some reason there is relief in Myri's tone. <Sorry, I'm a terrible judge of what people are feeling. For some reason, I thought maybe there was something that was really bothering you. So I made arrangements to get away for a little while, but it sounds like it was just me. ... ... um, if you ever do need some one to talk to, or at, I'll be here. I mean, I even got supplies you know? Thought I was being, watchu call it, proactive? Guess we can still enjoy a ride, right?>


Human Ranger
Kyrademon wrote:

Mid-Desnus, on journey through Hongal, post Zaiobe meeting

Myriana Bayden wrote:
"If not, how about in three days? & um, are we excluding the guys? I kinda hope not, since I much prefer Rhosts culinary skills to mine. Sorry, I don't really know what I'm doing if that wasn't already painfully obvious." she smiles a little abashedly.
"I had not planned on excluding anyone," Shalelu says. "And three days' time sounds reasonable to me."

Three days hence, after speaking with Rhost and inviting everyone in the caravan (including all known sentient creatures) a party is thrown. Help would also have been solicited for anything that anyone would have thought to be appropriate.

Rhost:
I of course am totally assuming that you would be fine with coming up with something, menu wise. Let me know if this is not the case and we will see how badly Myri poisons everyone. ;)

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