Zaiobe takes hold of Melinda's hand and gets a look of concentration on her face.
someone who is somewhere safe and warm, curled up, listening to a comforting, rhythmic sound ...
The sound is recognizable as a heartbeat.
Zaiobe takes hold of Melinda's hand and gets a look of concentration on her face.
Alaric's eyes go far away, but his face becomes a mask of pure, transcendent delight. He is motionless, as though afraid of frightening something away.
Zaiobe takes hold of Melinda's hand and gets a look of concentration on her face.Alaric's eyes go far away, but his face becomes a mask of pure, transcendent delight. He is motionless, as though afraid of frightening something away.
Melinda's own face could be a mirror to Alaric's. Eyes wide, her free hand laces with Alaric's and then goes gently to her belly.
Her mind full of delight and love.
Myri begins to turn a much deeper color. Turning away as she raises herself out of the water and grabs her towel to start drying off.
"That is a startlingly deep blush," Ameiko says, impressed. "Vermilion, almost."
"I've seen it deeper," Buttersnips remarks innocently.
Myri turns her head over her shoulder towards Ameiko and Buttersnips and over her towel gives them a look of the long suffering.
She willingly accedes to your unspoken demands, and turns her body with undisguised eagerness, her moans never stopping, her body always moving against yours.
When you penetrate her doubly, she shrieks with pleasure.
Taken. Claimed. Yours.
It isn't until this very moment that everything clicks in place for Lio. Lio has belonged to you from the first time she ever say you, the first time she heard you voice, she was spellbound. Only now does she truly realize that you belong to her, as well.
When you climax again, and Lio makes very certain that you do, he finally lets go of restraint, your muscles milking him as he comes inside you, his voice joining yours in pleasure.
When he's regained control of his limbs, he carefully removes the toy, his touch showing how much he reveres you. Lio turns you onto your back again, spreading your legs, and sliding up between them over your body. He shape changes while still inside you, back into her normal form. Her, now, much smaller and lighter, body, lying on top of you, breathing heavy. Lio unties the blindfold. Stares at you with amazement, her blue eyes seek yours. She has claimed you, and you desired it. You let her. You wanted her. Her words soft, revealing her depth of feeling for you "you're mine." She smiles, shyly. Still awed. She will always feel awe at having earned your love, your trust.
She loops around you, a hand trailing across soft skin, then shining scales. She is comfortable in the water, agile, and your motions become a sort of dance, like a courtship ritual between two sea creatures.
When you caress Lio's skin, then run your fingers over the shimmering scales, Lio makes a small sound. At the same time a contented sigh and desire. She swims close, rubbing against you, the fine scales of her tail gliding against your skin as she gets in your way purposefully, smiling mischief. She bobs in front of you, her hair fanning out in a pale echo of your golden halo. She challenges you to a game of tag. And after the briefest of kisses, she taps you on the shoulder, you're it. She darts off, a teasing glance behind her. Daring you to catch her.
unmodified Lio swim check.
Swim speed 30 from Mermaid.
She must be trying deliberately to stay silent, to let only her touch speak, because this is the first time she makes no noise when your hands find her ears. If you listen very, very carefully, perhaps you might have heard her swallow, unable to keep herself from having some kind of reaction.
Her hands trace up your sides, then down your front, like you spending extra time on the breasts, and not neglecting their undersides. Across your stomach, then out to your hips. She kneels down as she caresses the outsides of your legs, and then first one foot, then the other, with a quick pause to suck on your toes.
Lio is very observant, even in the dark. She is gentle with your ears, until you start to move down, at which point she runs her fingers along your ears, capturing their tips in an erotic pinch, before letting go.
As you kneel before her, her hands find their way into your hair. She tugs, ever so gently, at your tresses. When you suck on her toes, she squirms in an interesting way. Perhaps no one has ever sucked on her toes before. You certainly know that her skin's a bit sensitive now, without the scars. And you get the feeling she kind of liked it.
Lio turns the flaming sphere towards to the Undead by Rhost.
combat casting
reflex (bad guy)
spell resistance (bad guy)
fire damage
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Kalimac slashes at the nearest undead abomination with his sword. He directs Attatoq to savage the same monster with his powerful jaws. But although Kalimac manages to hit the monster twice, neither blow manages to penetrate its bloodless flesh far enough to do damage.
Liothonae rolls the flaming sphere towards the same undead creature, and more of its substance and consumed by magic fire.
Hrunndalf attempts to unleash sharp-edged ire upon the undead creature remaining before him, but all three of his mighty blows fail to land.
The undead creature standing in the fire in front of Rhost strikes at him again.
Alaric channels, this time to heal his comrades.
Mel looks at the remaining undead and picks away at one of them with the wand. The one in front of Rhost finally perishes in flames.
Myri's eyes harden and the left edge of her upper lip curls as she watches the undead fall. She continues to turn the remaining one into an "arrow cushion", striking it with two successive shots.
Undeterred, Rhost walks forward and swings his Earth Breaker through the final Headless Undead in front of Hrunndalf.
All the way through. It dies with a satisfying crunch.
Current damage:
Rhost -62
Hrunndalf unknown effect
Kalimac -28, unknown effect
Alaric -1
The towers that the undead emerged from are octagonal structures half-buried within the stone walls of the cavern. They rise twenty feet above the cavern floor, and inside each, a narrow stair along the walls leads to a small balcony that allows observers to look out of the tower's slit windows. Again in each, a dark corridor leads deeper within the rock.
While you investigate the towers, both Hrunndalf and Kalimac's flesh begins to putrefy where the monsters struck them.
The dark corridors within the towers lead back to rooms that contain funerary biers. They appear to be the undead monsters' homes, of a sort. Pictographs of the dead rising from their graves to attack the living are carved and painted on the walls - on a twilit tundra on the left side of each room, before moonlit mountains in the center, and on a starry snowfield on the right.
The biers contain funerary items and grave goods, such as bracelets and rings of copper and turquoise, beaten copper burial masks, and spirit fetishes of carved bone.
There are no further exits out of these rooms. Only the passage across the bridge, and the crevasse itself, leading to a tunnel lower down, offer further progress.
As Kalimac and Attatoq discovered, the bridge itself is blocked by some kind of magical effect you cannot pass. The effect seems confined to the bridge, and does not block the rest of the crevasse.
This seems to offer three prospects for exiting the area:
Dispelling the effect by some means and crossing the bridge,
Getting the Caravan across the Crevasse to the other side without using the bridge - a task you have accomplished before, but which take many hours and leaves the Caravan vulnerable while you do so,
Lowering the Caravan down into the Crevasse and taking the tunnel, which will also take many hours and leave the Caravan vulnerable while you do so.
If it affects your decision, the base of the Crevasse and the tunnel that leads from it are not smooth and worked like the floor higher up; they are rough, with many ledges and drops that often exceed 20 feet in height or depth. Getting the Caravan through that will be slow going indeed.
As you ponder the decision, an ape-like creature emerges from the tunnel lower down. It stands like a man, yet is half again the height of most men and covered with a coat of thick white fur. Glancing up and seeing you, it gets a frightened expression on its face and flees back into the tunnel, climbing over the cliffs and drops with practiced ease even in its fright.
Melinda's own face could be a mirror to Alaric's. Eyes wide, her free hand laces with Alaric's and then goes gently to her belly.
When he's regained control of his limbs, he carefully removes the toy, his touch showing how much he reveres you. Lio turns you onto your back again, spreading your legs, and sliding up between them over your body. He shape changes while still inside you, back into her normal form. Her, now, much smaller and lighter, body, lying on top of you, breathing heavy. Lio unties the blindfold. Stares at you with amazement, her blue eyes seek yours. She has claimed you, and you desired it. You let her. You wanted her. Her words soft, revealing her depth of feeling for you "you're mine." She smiles, shyly. Still awed. She will always feel awe at having earned your love, your trust.
"Yours," she whispers back to you, her arms finding their way around you, her eyes reflecting your own. "All yours."
The truth that you are also hers, she leaves unspoken, knowing that you know it already.
When you caress Lio's skin, then run your fingers over the shimmering scales, Lio makes a small sound. At the same time a contented sigh and desire. She swims close, rubbing against you, the fine scales of her tail gliding against your skin as she gets in your way purposefully, smiling mischief. She bobs in front of you, her hair fanning out in a pale echo of your golden halo. She challenges you to a game of tag. And after the briefest of kisses, she taps you on the shoulder, you're it. She darts off, a teasing glance behind her. Daring you to catch her.
Shalelu's Swim Check:
Shalelu is an expert swimmer, but you now have the grace and speed of a fish in the water, darting around rocks, swimming high when she dives low. Laughter comes out of her mouth in airy bubbles as she tries to catch you.
Lio is very observant, even in the dark. She is gentle with your ears, until you start to move down, at which point she runs her fingers along your ears, capturing their tips in an erotic pinch, before letting go.
As you kneel before her, her hands find their way into your hair. She tugs, ever so gently, at your tresses. When you suck on her toes, she squirms in an interesting way. Perhaps no one has ever sucked on her toes before. You certainly know that her skin's a bit sensitive now, without the scars. And you get the feeling she kind of liked it.
Her breathing catches, and deepens when you pinch the tips of her ears.
Finding that you like what she is doing with your toes, she spends a bit more time on them.
Eventually, her hands reach up to trace the taut swell of your buttocks, tracing their gentle curve with her fingertips. Then down the backs of your thighs, the backs of your knees, down to your calves.
Then with her mouth, she begins exploring the insides of your legs, working her way gradually up to where they join.
Rhost drops out of Rage, and pants. "Little healing?"
Rhost drops out of Rage, and pants. "Little healing?"
Alaric turns Detect Evil, Protection from Evil, and Silence into spells of the appropriate level.
And then to Kalimac, who gets a Calm Emotions flavored Cure Moderate Wounds.
If either warrior needs to be topped off, Alaric will use the wand of Cure Light Wounds.
Undeterred, Rhost walks forward and swings his Earth Breaker through the final Headless Undead in front of Hrunndalf.
All the way through. It dies with a satisfying crunch.
As the last of the headless guards falls, Mel steps down to Alaric, giving him a hug that he probably barely feels through the heavy armor.
Heal Check:
Arcana Check:
"Mummy rot," Alaric says. "Unless we find some scrolls, I won't be able to cure you until tomorrow. I need to cast both remove curse and remove disease."
Xander K:arcana
Mel K: aracana (+2 Xander)
As Kalimac and Attatoq discovered, the bridge itself is blocked by some kind of magical effect you cannot pass. The effect seems confined to the bridge, and does not block the rest of the crevasse.
Mel walks up to the barrier, chewing gently on her lower lip, then quietly speaking to Xander as she pets him. Turning, "It's like Anti-Life Shield..." she shrugs, "I predict more undead."
Alaric will loot the graves. It's not like the dead have any need for baubles anymore.
When four minutes are up, Alaric blinks as though awakening from a wonderful dream, then picks Zaiobe up in a hug. Murmuring into her hair: "Thank you. Thank you so much."
When four minutes are up, Alaric blinks as though awakening from a wonderful dream, then picks Zaiobe up in a hug. Murmuring into her hair: "Thank you. Thank you so much."
And when Alaric lets Zaiobe go, Melinda wraps the smaller woman in a tight hug. "So very much."
As the last of the headless guards falls, Mel steps down to Alaric, giving him a hug that he probably barely feels through the heavy armor.
Alaric awkwardly returns the hug. "Don't worry about me. Just some mummies."
Lio has a bullseye lantern which she offers the use of, for light. She will give it to a PC first, if any of them would like to borrow it for a non-magical source of light. She in turn, casts "light" upon the end of her Staff of Journeys. If anyone else needs light cast, she will do so if they let her know.
She asks Shae, Jorun, Ulf, Zaiobe, and Uksahkka if they'd like one or more light spells anywhere near them, and upon what they would like it cast upon.
Alaric will loot the graves. It's not like the dead have any need for baubles anymore.
Lio casts detect magic too see if there's anything interesting. And then looks to Koya for her response, because she doesn't want to upset her friends, even if she thinks the dead don't need their things anymore.
She asks Shae, Jorun, Ulf, Zaiobe, and Uksahkka if they'd like one or more light spells anywhere near them, and upon what they would like it cast upon.
The Caravan and Rear Guard have made their own lighting arrangements already.
Zaiobe requests a light spell on one of her arrows.
Mel walks up to the barrier, chewing gently on her lower lip, then quietly speaking to Xander as she pets him. Turning, "It's like Anti-Life Shield..." she shrugs, "I predict more undead."
"Can it be dispelled?" Shalelu asks.
"Mummy rot," Alaric says. "Unless we find some scrolls, I won't be able to cure you until tomorrow. I need to cast both remove curse and remove disease."
"'Muumia mäda'?" murmurs Kalimac. "See ei ole hea auhind!"
If either warrior needs to be topped off, Alaric will use the wand of Cure Light Wounds.
"'Muumia mäda'?" murmurs Kalimac. "See ei ole hea auhind!"
"Could be worse. I'll have you right as rain by tomorrow, although I'll need Hrunndalf to do my share of food creation." Alaric looks to Hrunndalf for confirmation.
Alaric will loot the graves. It's not like the dead have any need for baubles anymore.
You collect funerary goods worth a total of 8,347 gp.
When four minutes are up, Alaric blinks as though awakening from a wonderful dream, then picks Zaiobe up in a hug. Murmuring into her hair: "Thank you. Thank you so much."
And when Alaric lets Zaiobe go, Melinda wraps the smaller woman in a tight hug. "So very much."
Zaiobe is smiling, and hugs the pair back.
"That was the most boringest game ever," Reta complains.
"That was the most boringest game ever," Reta complains.
And now it's Reta's turn for an embarrassing dad hug. "Zaiobe was just showing us your baby sister's mind."
Lio casts detect magic too see if there's anything interesting. And then looks to Koya for her response, because she doesn't want to upset her friends, even if she thinks the dead don't need their things anymore.
None of the funerary goods detect as magic. The "Antilife Shell" blocking the bridge does detect as such.
Caravan Resolve Checks:
Fourth Resolve Check Fortune Teller Re-roll:
The matter requires some discussion, and Koya is asked to use her foresight to see if it will result in a curse before the matter is resolved, but eventually, no one back at the Caravan seems to have an issue with taking the treasures of an evil cult that brought the dead back to hideous unlife. The general feeling seems to be that they weren't truly respecting the dead all that much anyway.
"In terms of a solution to the present quandary, I could use Divination to find the best solution," Alaric says, looking dubiously at the descent into stygian darkness.
And now it's Reta's turn for an embarrassing dad hug. "Zaiobe was just showing us your baby sister's mind."
"Oh?" Reta says, perking up with a bit more interest. "What baby sister got to say?"
"Oh?" Reta says, perking up with a bit more interest. "What baby sister got to say?"
"She's very happy and very warm."
"In terms of a solution to the present quandary, I could use Divination to find the best solution," Alaric says, looking dubiously at the descent into stygian darkness.
"If anyone does have dispel magic prepared, it should work." Mel chimes in. Since she doesn't, really isn't her call.
"Oh?" Reta says, perking up with a bit more interest. "What baby sister got to say?""She's very happy and very warm."
Mel, still in a slightly trance-like happiness, nods.
"If anyone does have dispel magic prepared, it should work." Mel chimes in. Since she doesn't, really isn't her call.
"I do. What does everyone think? Divination, then dispel magic if this looks like the best solution?"
"I do. What does everyone think? Divination, then dispel magic if this looks like the best solution?"
Rhost eyes the crevasse. "Hate to winch wagons. Do it."
"She's very happy and very warm."
Reta nods, and with a sympathetic expression on her face, pats Alaric consolingly on the leg a few times.
Rhost eyes the crevasse. "Hate to winch wagons. Do it."
Alaric nods and gets to work casting divination.
Reta nods, and with a sympathetic expression on her face, pats Alaric consolingly on the leg a few times.
Alaric ruffles Reta's hair. "Hopefully you'll get a brother eventually, bint."
"'Muumia mäda'?" murmurs Kalimac. "See ei ole hea auhind!""Could be worse. I'll have you right as rain by tomorrow, although I'll need Hrunndalf to do my share of food creation." Alaric looks to Hrunndalf for confirmation.
"Sure," says Hrunndalf.
Hrunndalf attempts to cast Lesser Restoration to undo some of the putrefication on Kalimac and himself, but the foul corruption has left him unable to cast any but the most basic spells.
"Liothonae," he asks, "may I borrow your headband for a moment? It might restore my spellcasting enough for Lesser Restoration."
Hrunndalf attempts to cast Lesser Restoration to undo some of the putrefication on Kalimac and himself, but the foul corruption has left him unable to cast any but the most basic spells.
Alaric nods and gets to work casting divination.
The ritual required to cast Divination takes ten minutes. Alaric begins it.
Reta nods, and with a sympathetic expression on her face, pats Alaric consolingly on the leg a few times.Alaric ruffles Reta's hair. "Hopefully you'll get a brother eventually, bint."
Mel gets a happy, dreamy grin on her face. Then blushes and looks down. "Once she gets past the weak and stupid stage, she'll be more fun to be around." Mel promises with a mumble.
The smell of cooking bread rises to meet the rest of the evening's smells as Rhost prepares dinner.