After a short while Mel laughs with a blush. She smiles over at Alaric.
Unconsciously, Mel's hand goes to her belly, rubbing slightly.
Mel's blush at dinner really compliments the happy smile that is directed at Alaric.
<In any way, manner, or combination your heart... or other body part... desires.>
<Your birthday. All about catering to what you want.>
Mel's blush at dinner really compliments the happy smile that is directed at Alaric.
Mel's blush at dinner really compliments the happy smile that is directed at Alaric.
Rhost continues to attack the Undead which has attacked him.
<Consider away, love.> A mental pout at Zaiobe, totally playful, <Sadly, my own talents don't run to clever quips and verbal jabs.> A mental sigh, <I guess I'll just have to work harder in other areas.>
As dinner winds down, Mel moves to the other side of Alaric so that he ends up flanked by green and red haired beauties. Putting her head on his left shoulder, she intertwines her hand with his. "Whenever you are ready, love."
As dinner winds down, Mel moves to the other side of Alaric so that he ends up flanked by green and red haired beauties. Putting her head on his left shoulder, she intertwines her hand with his. "Whenever you are ready, love."
Zaiobe's head likewise finds a resting place on his right shoulder, her arm across his lower back.
As dinner winds down, Mel moves to the other side of Alaric so that he ends up flanked by green and red haired beauties. Putting her head on his left shoulder, she intertwines her hand with his. "Whenever you are ready, love."Zaiobe's head likewise finds a resting place on his right shoulder, her arm across his lower back.
Alaric grins. "This is just like a dream I had one time." He allows himself to be led away.
Myri:
AC: 17
Saves: Fort 6, Ref 11, Will 3
hp: 54
Silmemir:
AC: 20
Saves: Fort 7, Ref8, Will 3
hp: 36
Know Religion: FE:Undead(+2) not included
Myri winces as the ghostly apparition drains the life force from Hrunndalf. "उन्हें तुम्हें छू नहीं करो." Myri says to Silmemir. She continues to fire at the screaming corpse, hoping to drop it this round so they can focus on the floating apparition.
Sylvan:"Do NOT let them touch you."
to hit1: Deadly Aim(-3),
rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly
Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt blank(+1)
to hit2: Deadly Aim(-3),
rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly
Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt. blank(+1)
to hit3: Deadly Aim(-3),
rapid shot(-2), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
dam: Magic Bow(+1), Deadly
Aim(+6), FE:Undead(+2), pt.blank(+1)
other factors: Precise Shot, Improved Precise shot,
Seeking, Clustered Shots
Alaric grins. "This is just like a dream I had one time." He allows himself to be led away.
No doubt like a man condemned, Alaric is led to the wagon that has been his home for many months. The door is closed quietly but firmly behind the trio.
He settles back in a chair to watch the two of them change. Even if he wasn't grinning ear to ear, even if his thoughts weren't a jumble of happy arousal, it would be impossible to miss just how much he is enjoying himself.
With a teasing smile she turns her back to replace the black undergarments with yellow, the tension in her body evidence that she is aware of his attention. Walking over to where he is seated, the lingerie almost fits the way it did outside of Koparberget... except that her bust is requiring the material to stretch more than it did.
She perches lightly on Alaric's lap and looks over to Zaiobe's change.
She shimmies into it and then turns back around, making her way over to where Melinda perches on Alaric's lap.
To Zaiobe, looking deep into her strange, gold eyes. "I am so happy you are stubborn. You wouldn't take no for an answer, and you made yourself part of our lives and I could not be happier for it." He kisses her tenderly on the lips. "I love you, Zaiobe."
To Melinda, his expression softens. "Mel... in some ways I think I stopped aging when my parents were killed. I was that fifteen year old boy, wandering around, doing stupid, self-destructive things. Then I saw a girl play a song, and my life has been different ever since. Different and better in every conceivable way. " He kisses her nose, then her mouth. "I love you, Melinda."
After a long moment lost in his eyes, Mel's hand skims down Alaric's body to find Zaiobe's hand. She squeezes it. "And I'm very happy that you are a part of our lives as well, Z. And I am very happy that you are our girlfriend." A happy smile for the smaller woman as she uses that word.
Zaiobe takes a completely unnecessary breath.
<And I remained ... stubbornly in love, I suppose, as time went by. And somehow, miraculously, I managed to end up where I am right now.>
She hugs both Alaric and Melinda.
<I love you, Alaric. I love you, Melinda.>
Mel smiles, "Armor or Attatoq, which do you prefer?" With a glance over her shoulder to the two larger guys, "Either way, I'll drop the electricity spell." She smiles, completely unabashed, "I don't feel bad using it against Rhost because, well, he is Rhost."
"Since it's just sparring, I'll take Attatoq and leave the armor. You want to do that now with my sheathed sword, or wait till I can get a wooden training sword?"
Melinda directs small changes with a gentle word, a brush of her hand, and small mental images. When it gets to the point where she can see nothing wrong with Zaiobe's actions but the brush of Alaric's mind in hers indicates something it's quite perfect, she stops Zaiobe with a smile, a hand moving the harpy's mouth off of Alaric. She leans forward, first to press her lips for a moment to Alaric's head, her tongue flicking out, then to kiss the other woman.
Quietly, "I think it might be a pressure..." With a quick glance at Alaric to make sure this is okay, Mel takes one of Zaiobe's hands, "Try to mimic what I do?" And once the other woman has had a little break to refresh herself, Mel starts to suck on one of Zaiobe's fingers as the winged woman returns to Alaric's blowjob.
"Since it's just sparring, I'll take Attatoq and leave the armor. You want to do that now with my sheathed sword, or wait till I can get a wooden training sword?"
"I think sheathed is fine." She smiles, "Same request, please leave Milena out of this." Then she moves out into the practice area, the multiple images of her dropping away with an electric sizzle.
"I think sheathed is fine." She smiles, "Same request, please leave Milena out of this." Then she moves out into the practice area, the multiple images of her dropping away with an electric sizzle.
Kalimac calls Attatoq over. "Olgu, laps, see on lihtsalt lõbu pärast. Ei hammustamine." he says to the wolf as he climbs up.
Kalimac calls Attatoq over. "Olgu, laps, see on lihtsalt lõbu pärast. Ei hammustamine." he says to the wolf as he climbs up.
Mel carefully dances around the sharp pointy end of the wolf regardless of Kalimac's request of his furry friend. And when she get to Kalimac's side she smiles... and then tries to back-hand him out of the saddle.
And, thanks to not waiting for him to be completely ready, she succeeds. In hitting the halfling, but not unseating him.
Lio moves up if she needs to, in order to cast burst of nettles behind the undead.
Lio combat Casting
Bad Guy Spell Resistance Save
Bad Guy Reflex Save
damage (only half damage if make reflex save)
acid if fail reflex save
Area 10-ft.-radius burst
Duration instantaneous
Saving Throw Reflex half; Spell Resistance yes
You release a burst of barbed, acid-filled nettles. Creatures caught in the burst take 3d6 points of damage plus 1d6 points of acid damage on the next round. Those that save take half damage from the initial burst and no damage on the next round.
Shalelu, her own eyes alight, lets you run into her, your momentum carrying to two of you back until Shalelu's body is pressed against the wall.
Lio is a careful mix of possessive, gentle, and watchful to make sure she's not overstepping any bounds. You don't hit the wall hard. It's just a soft thud, and she presses against you, her hands running up your sides, the touch somewhere between delicate and hungry. Next time, we'll have thicker walls." She promises. Her expression clearly showing how much she still desires you, even after a night, and morning, of lovemaking. She pulls your head down for a kiss, her lips firm, tongue darting into your mouth.
Her arm comes back down with the toy in it. She does not insert it into herself. Instead, she begins to rub it lightly over the place where there is a hidden opening a few inches below your navel.
The other arm is keeping you pinned where you are, powerful strokes of her legs in the water keeping you up against the rock. She rains kisses on your neck.
Lio squirms against you, protesting lustfully, a tiny bit hesitant, and even attempting to ever so slightly escape your grasp, without actually doing so. She whimpers, as you rub the toy against her. The kisses heavenly, yet she doesn't quite admit how much she's enjoying this sort of treatment at your hands. It's a strange paradox, but knowing you could overpower her, take her, and that you want to take her... makes her practically melt under your gaze. Yet even with how much she wants you, she makes you take what is yours. She does not give in quite so easily. She squirms and moves under you, keeping you from entering her, until you tighten your grip, until you show her you are perfectly capable of bending her to your will.
Her breath is coming in ragged gasps. Her hands settle on your hips.
Her tongue is moving as fast as a hummingbird, as strongly as a battering ram.
Your touch is so erotic, the dark making every moment so mysteriously amazing, that it doesn't take much to bring her to the edge. She hangs on for dear life, trying very much, to take you with her. But she can't hold out long. A powerful orgasm overtakes her, and she sucks hard on your ear, in desperation to keep from crying out. Her muscles clench around your tongue, pulling it in deeper.
Three translucent, ghostly figures emerge from the stone pillar, their faces distorted by wrath into hideous masks. They stare with anger at Hrunndalf, the closest living thing to them, and their hands reach for him ... but something stops them before they get very far past the pool of water, and they come no further, unable to reach him.
Myri winces as the ghostly apparition drains the life force from Hrunndalf. "उन्हें तुम्हें छू नहीं करो." Myri says to Silmemir. She continues to fire at the screaming corpse, hoping to drop it this round so they can focus on the floating apparition.
All three of her shots hit, and the Revenant, pierced through the spine, falls to the ground and ceases to move.
"See saab olema pikk päev täis kõndides surnud, ma ei saa lihtsalt öelda," sighs Kalimac as he lowers his lance and urges Attatoq into a charge. Rushing past Rhost, he thrusts his lance into the floating apparition attacking Hrunndalf. His lance hits and rips a bit more substance off of the creature. He ends his charge just past it, hoping to set up flanking.
Lio moves up in order to create a burst of nettles behind the undead. She catches all four of the apparitions in the acidic plants.
As Hrunndalf is drained of strength, he instinctively extends a hand to ward off the spectral assailant. To his surprise, a surge of positive energy escapes from within him, races through his arm and into the ghostly body of his attacker, injuring her, all within the blink of an eye. Then he steps back and follows up with Þrumublað, but his strikes are slow and sluggish. However, he calls on the power of the Terra Cotta Warrior to aid him, and one of his strikes slashes through the monster.
Shalelu fires two more arrows through the floating woman, tearing off small pieces of her substance.
Alaric advances five feet closer to the action and channels, catching the four undead, who shudder under the effects of positive energy.
Zaiobe’s brace of arrows also slice through the monster’s ectoplasm.
The ghostly woman reaches out through Hrunndalf’s armor once again, hoping to destroy him.
But she has picked one of the strongest among you, and he does not fall.
Mel sends a shining bead of fire to explode behind the undead. The three wrathful spirits from the tree perish in the flames.
Rhost continues to attack the Undead ... and with a final blow of his hammer through her substance, she dissipates.
Current damage:
Rhost -16
Alaric -1
Hrunndalf 12 Strength damage, 1 Charisma damage
Kalimac 1 Charisma damage
Investigation of the cavern using detect magic determines that the pool in which the stone pillar stands is surrounded, for unknown reasons, by a spirit barrier - almost the opposite of the anti-life shell you encountered earlier, the spirit barrier blocks the passage of incorporeal creatures.
You are unable to determine the reason the water faintly glows.
On the corpse of the Revenant, you find:
A +1 rapier
A Cloak of elvenkind
Goggles of Minute seeing
Masterwork thieves tools
Coins worth 940 gp
500 gp worth of gold inlay apparently scraped off the door
Examination determines that the golden door is locked but not trapped, and picking the lock proves to be an easy matter. Beyond you find an octagonal room illuminated by flickering firelight. Red demonic faces leer from the walls against a painted background of midnight blue. In the center of the room, seeming almost to swim in a sea of night, a bier of blue-painted stone bears a motionless skeleton, its face concealed beneath a golden mask.
When, after a bit of tense anticipation, the skeleton fails to do anything but lie there, you discover that the room contains:
Ghost Mirror Armor
The Nine-Fold Spirit Sword
8 matching bracelets worth 200 gp each
8 matching rings worth 200 gp each
A golden mask with eyes of jade worth 2000 gp
A stone door, again locked but not trapped, leads out of the room.
The stone door lets out on a maze of twisty little passages, all alike. Hundreds of burial niches have been carved into the rock walls - you are in a series of catacombs. You find plenty of bones, but no skulls; all of the heads have been removed.
The catacombs are also crammed with a fortune in funerary goods. As you travel, you find:
Various funerary goods worth a total of 24,449 gp
65 diamonds worth 100 gp each
21 hematites worth 100 gp each
8 emeralds worth 100 gp each
8 amethysts worth 1000 gp each
4 topaz crystals worth 1800 gp each
After nearly two hours wandering through the catacombs, taking you into the late afternoon, you enter a large, straight corridor, about thirty feet across, that slopes upwards.
After traveling for a few hundred feet along its length, you find your way is blocked by another invisible barrier. Just beyond it, two huge demonic skull faces with short tusks have been carved into the stone, one on each wall of the passage.
After the fight, Hrunndalf drops down to one knee to ease the burden of his suddenly very heavy armor. He starts casting more Lesser Restorations to restore his strength.
"We need to destroy the demon skull things." Mel notes. "Or only Spivey, Xander and Helgarval will be able to escape."
"Liothonae, Alaric, how many Lesser Restorations do you have left, in spell and scroll? I don't yet feel myself again, but I also figure we should save some restoring power for emergencies."
Your touch is so erotic, the dark making every moment so mysteriously amazing, that it doesn't take much to bring her to the edge. She hangs on for dear life, trying very much, to take you with her. But she can't hold out long. A powerful orgasm overtakes her, and she sucks hard on your ear, in desperation to keep from crying out. Her muscles clench around your tongue, pulling it in deeper.
Her tongue remains deeps within you as you ride out the orgasm, her own body shuddering at the same time as your mouth does wonderful things around her ear.
When Melinda begins sucking on her finger, there is definite improvement. Apparently there is no substitute for learning by example.
Lio is a careful mix of possessive, gentle, and watchful to make sure she's not overstepping any bounds. You don't hit the wall hard. It's just a soft thud, and she presses against you, her hands running up your sides, the touch somewhere between delicate and hungry. "Next time, we'll have thicker walls." She promises. Her expression clearly showing how much she still desires you, even after a night, and morning, of lovemaking. She pulls your head down for a kiss, her lips firm, tongue darting into your mouth.
The kiss is returned passionately, her body firm your own, her arms around you, her tongue playing with yours. You can feel her own desire as she moves against you ever so slightly, always wanting you, her need for you undiminished with the passing of time.
Lio squirms against you, protesting lustfully, a tiny bit hesitant, and even attempting to ever so slightly escape your grasp, without actually doing so. She whimpers, as you rub the toy against her. The kisses heavenly, yet she doesn't quite admit how much she's enjoying this sort of treatment at your hands. It's a strange paradox, but knowing you could overpower her, take her, and that you want to take her... makes her practically melt under your gaze. Yet even with how much she wants you, she makes you take what is yours. She does not give in quite so easily. She squirms and moves under you, keeping you from entering her, until you tighten your grip, until you show her you are perfectly capable of bending her to your will.
Liothonae's attempt to break the grapple:
Shalelu's attempt to maintain the grapple:Your attempts to wriggle out of her grasp are futile. Even with one hand occupied, her grip is iron, overcoming even your enhanced strength.
Her kisses go lower, covering your breasts, the bubbles she breathes out bumping against your nipples.
Lower down, the vibrator is nudging insistently, finding the spot that is starting to open instinctively in response to her attentions.
"We need to destroy the demon skull things." Mel notes. "Or only Spivey, Xander and Helgarval will be able to escape."
"They living?" Rhost asks. "Could insult them. Draw in."
"They living?" Rhost asks. "Could insult them. Draw in."
The completely motionless stone demon faces carved into the walls do not appear to be reacting to your words, no matter how insulting they might be.
"Liothonae, Alaric, how many Lesser Restorations do you have left, in spell and scroll? I don't yet feel myself again, but I also figure we should save some restoring power for emergencies."
"Zero," says Alaric mildly.