"No anwyl, but if you keep whispering in my ear, I know what I'm going to be doing, out here, under the stars, while you are terribly sleepy and vulnerable and at my mercy." You get the idea, while she is slightly teasing, she actually means it. She's very turned on, and really wants you.
"That's an interesting coincidence," she continues to whisper, her breath getting a bit ragged as she squirms a little in your arms. "Because I'm touching myself right now. Naked and in your arms and thinking of you, my hands just found their way right ... there. And I was just going to ask if you wanted me to stop ... or finish right in your arms ... or let you ... finish me ... instead." She is starting to have difficulty talking. "Better ... decide fast."
"That's an interesting coincidence," she continues to whisper, her breath getting a bit ragged as she squirms a little in your arms. "Because I'm touching myself right now. Naked and in your arms and thinking of you, my hands just found their way right ... there. And I was just going to ask if you wanted me to stop ... or finish right in your arms ... or let you ... finish me ... instead." She is starting to have difficulty talking. "Better ... decide fast."
"You can finish. It won't stop me, of course, from continuing." She grins. Holding you, until you do finish. And then she places you down, and takes her own clothes off.
"You can finish. It won't stop me, of course, from continuing." She grins. Holding you, until you do finish. And then she places you down, and takes her own clothes off.
Struggling to remain quiet with mixed success, she brings herself to a shuddering orgasm beneath the blanket, her eyes fixed on yours as she does.
As you disrobe, her gaze upon you is one of pure desire.
Myri looks around the cavern (not searching). With the ramp and all does it appear man/creature-made or somehow natural?
Myriana's Knowledge Architecture/Engineering:
This is definitely a natural crevasse. The ramp leading to the bottom was also natural but has been worked a little, although whether by normal or magical means is difficult to say.
Altar
knowledge Geography checks; DC15 take 10
knowledge Geography ck: DC25know Nature: DC15 take 10
knowledge Linguistics: DC20
K: arcana
"The Third one, with 'e tower... that tower looks laike it's rising oute of 'e Alabasrine Peaks, 'bout a hunnred miles frum 'e North Pole."
"E fourth one... them's 'e Morozko hungry storms."
"The notes on the last unne, say summaken about being in love weth 'Katiyana, who speaks to me on the winds from her tower in the storm' Lio reads the note outloud, and very carefully to get the pronunciation right.
Mel listens then really looks at the bone white shards on the altar, her expression transmuting from sad but calm to furious. Her voice cut with anger, "And the dragon has been attacking Iquialt because some bastard stole her babies and sacrificed them."
Struggling to remain quiet with mixed success, she brings herself to a shuddering orgasm beneath the blanket, her eyes fixed on yours as she does.
As you disrobe, her gaze upon you is one of pure desire.
Before you know it, she unwraps the blanket you're nestled in, as if you were the most wonderful present in the world. And then her skin is against yours, her mouth is on your mouth, her sex against yours. Her caresses aren't exactly gentle... they are full of desire and passion and fire and she wants you so much.
Watching you come from underneath the blanket spikes her desire to such a degree, that she forgets about any random fears of possibly being observed in the middle of nowhere, at night, with you. She has eyes only for you. Her hands upon your hips, your breasts, your back, your behind. And then she changes, so she can be inside you. He spreads your legs, already hard, his fingers testing to make sure you're wet, before he enters you. And then he rams into you, taking you.
Mel smiles over at Kalimac, "Cavern dedicated to the worship of a nascent demon lord should be creepy." She glances at the experts, "Makes me happy that Sithhud got his power stolen by Kostchtchie."
Hrunndalf looks predictably confused. "Wait... so this three-fingered claw, is that Sithhud or Kostchtchie? What do you know about them?"
Mel listens then really looks at the bone white shards on the altar, her expression transmuting from sad but calm to furious. Her voice cut with anger, "And the dragon has been attacking Iquialt because some bastard stole her babies and sacrificed them."
"Maybe we should bring Tunuak's head along when we meet her."
"Oh, I'm fine now. I nearly died twice in the same day, but others had it even worse, I shouldn't complain," Buttersnips says with a cheerfulness that sounds a little forced. It is apparent that she is upset about something, but exactly what that might be is hard to say.
"You did take quite a bit of risk charging into the room like that. 'course I guess you are kind of impetuous." Myri draws back a bit to get a better look at Buttersnips. "I know I already asked, but...are you sure you're all right? There seems to be something I'm not quite getting. Did I do something wrong again?"
sense motive:
"You did take quite a bit of risk charging into the room like that. 'course I guess you are kind of impetuous." Myri draws back a bit to get a better look at Buttersnips. "I know I already asked, but...are you sure you're all right? There seems to be something I'm not quite getting. Did I do something wrong again?"
"You? No," she says, looking pensive.
After a pause, she says, "It's becoming eminently clear that I cannot survive the kind of dangers you're going to be facing from here on out. Dragons and demons. You're going to be in constant danger, and I will be able to do nothing to protect you from it."
You sense that this is, indeed, the real reason she is upset.
Before you know it, she unwraps the blanket you're nestled in, as if you were the most wonderful present in the world. And then her skin is against yours, her mouth is on your mouth, her sex against yours. Her caresses aren't exactly gentle... they are full of desire and passion and fire and she wants you so much.
Watching you come from underneath the blanket spikes her desire to such a degree, that she forgets about any random fears of possibly being observed in the middle of nowhere, at night, with you. She has eyes only for you. Her hands upon your hips, your breasts, your back, your behind. And then she changes, so she can be inside you. He spreads your legs, already hard, his fingers testing to make sure you're wet, before he enters you. And then he rams into you, taking you.
"aaaaaahhh ..."
A sigh of pleasure as you enter her, followed soon by sharp cries as you build her towards another climax. Her hand rove over your back.
If she has any concerns about being caught, she is not showing them. Instead, based on the joy with which she is thrusting back against you, the prospect may even be exciting her more.
<You have every right to be freaked out by that.> Mel's mind pragmatic. <However, there is very little magic that is inherently good or evil, most magic is amoral and depends on the will of the user.>
Her voice much kinder, softer, <You are good. You use your magic to do good. That is what matters... to me at least.>
The winged woman smiles at you. <Well. Your opinion on the subject is certainly one of the ones that matter to me,> she says. <Thank you, Melinda,> she adds softly.
<It also helps to know that evil magic makes me nauseous, apparently.>
The winged woman smiles at you. <Well. Your opinion on the subject is certainly one of the ones that matter to me,> she says. <Thank you, Melinda,> she adds softly.
<It also helps to know that evil magic makes me nauseous, apparently.>
Mel smiles, <I know the feeling.> A pause, her lips twist teasingly, <Good news... The baby probably isn't evil, which is why no morning sickness.>
Mel smiles over at Kalimac, "Cavern dedicated to the worship of a nascent demon lord should be creepy." She glances at the experts, "Makes me happy that Sithhud got his power stolen by Kostchtchie."Hrunndalf looks predictably confused. "Wait... so this three-fingered claw, is that Sithhud or Kostchtchie? What do you know about them?"
"The three fingers is the symbol for Sithhud. It's rare, 'cause he used to be demon lord and got himself demoted in power when the Kostchtchie defeated him.
Mel listens then really looks at the bone white shards on the altar, her expression transmuting from sad but calm to furious. Her voice cut with anger, "And the dragon has been attacking Iquialt because some bastard stole her babies and sacrificed them.""Maybe we should bring Tunuak's head along when we meet her."
"The whole body. If we are going to take a present you should let her open it." Mel seems relatively serious about this.
The search of the cavern finds no other entrances or exits except for the ones you already know about. A quick check up through the opening at the top will find it is only a hard-to-spot crevasse in a fairly featureless part of the High Ice nearish to the town.
"aaaaaahhh ..."
A sigh of pleasure as you enter her, followed soon by sharp cries as you build her towards another climax. Her hand rove over your back.
If she has any concerns about being caught, she is not showing them. Instead, based on the joy with which she is thrusting back against you, the prospect may even be exciting her more.
No restraint, no holding back. Lio thrusts hard and deep, body slapping against yours, soft moans building, and then, he makes himself wider inside you, to feel more of you, to increase the friction and the pleasure for both of you. Hands grasping you, holding you, squeezing your behind as he moves a hand there, to aid in your thrusts to meet his. His own climax quickly building, the wonderful, almost painful pleasure he feels taking over all of his thoughts, until the only thing he can think of is coming inside you. And when he does come, he pounds away, into you, over and over and over. Feeling only you, seeing only you. Coming inside you.
"Anwyl... I've... been meaning to ask you... to talk to you... about... uhm... something while we're alone." Lio says softly in elven. She is quite possibly blushing. "I've been... thinking about, a few, uhm, fantasies, I guess. And I don't know, if they're ok or not. And I wanted... to talk about them and maybe... you could tell me what you think?" She asks. She's not normally this unsure or embarrassed, and she is definitely blushing.
"Depending on, how long, it takes, ta get ta 'e Dragon" Lio tries to speak clearly, it only partially succeeds. "I coulde prepare reincarnation, an' if he is willing, I coulde reincarnate Naquun." She asks, "Do we knowe how long 'e journey is ta 'e dragon's lair? If it's more 'an a day, I coulde reincarnate 'im 'afore we leave. An, do ye 'ave 'e power ta speak to 'e dead?" The last part is directed at Alaric. "If ye do, then we might knou ahead of taime if such es 'e course of action thots acceptible ta taike, or naught." She sighs as her speed of speaking gets in the way of her practice at speaking clearly, once more, she tries to enunciate more clearly, "If ye do, then we might knowe ahead of time, if such is the course of action that's acceptable to take. Or not."
Alaric can't seem to bear to look at Lio. He does listen, and nods. "Yes... I, um... I can speak to Naquun. Now or later. Doesn't matter."
"Anwyl... I've... been meaning to ask you... to talk to you... about... uhm... something while we're alone." Lio says softly in elven. She is quite possibly blushing. "I've been... thinking about, a few, uhm, fantasies, I guess. And I don't know, if they're ok or not. And I wanted... to talk about them and maybe... you could tell me what you think?" She asks. She's not normally this unsure or embarrassed, and she is definitely blushing.
"I would be happy to talk with you about such things," Shalelu replies in the same language.
As he walks past Naquun's corpse, Rhost says something quietly.
"Sorry."
"Maybe go to Pole after all," Rhost says.
He hefts Tunuak's body experimentally. How heavy is it?
Mel smiles over at Kalimac, "Cavern dedicated to the worship of a nascent demon lord should be creepy." She glances at the experts, "Makes me happy that Sithhud got his power stolen by Kostchtchie."
"Personally, I find anything devoted to worship as a bit creepy." Then, an apologetic look to the faithful. "Sorry."
No restraint, no holding back. Lio thrusts hard and deep, body slapping against yours, soft moans building, and then, he makes himself wider inside you, to feel more of you, to increase the friction and the pleasure for both of you. Hands grasping you, holding you, squeezing your behind as he moves a hand there, to aid in your thrusts to meet his. His own climax quickly building, the wonderful, almost painful pleasure he feels taking over all of his thoughts, until the only thing he can think of is coming inside you. And when he does come, he pounds away, into you, over and over and over. Feeling only you, seeing only you. Coming inside you.
Legs wrapped around your backside, pulling you in closer, harder. Each thrust jolts her like electricity. When you come, she does again as well, writhing beneath you as you erupt inside of her.
A few moments to catch her breath, and then she smiles up at you.
"There. Now we've said good night properly," she murmurs.
He hefts Tunuak's body experimentally. How heavy is it?
Tunuak was an old man, and not a particularly tall one. He weighs perhaps 155 pounds.
"Personally, I find anything devoted to worship as a bit creepy." Then, an apologetic look to the faithful. "Sorry."
Spivey shrugs. sorry to hearthat you find wholeworld a bit creepy, she says, sounding completely serious.
Spivey shrugs. sorry to hearthat you find wholeworld a bit creepy, she says, sounding completely serious.
"You learn to live with it."
Alaric can't seem to bear to look at Lio. He does listen, and nods. "Yes... I, um... I can speak to Naquun. Now or later. Doesn't matter."
Mel walks over to Alaric, leaning against taller man for support.
Tunuak was an old man, and not a particularly tall one. He weighs perhaps 155 pounds.
"Could carry with help," Rhost says. "Could drag."
Mel smiles, <I know the feeling.> A pause, her lips twist teasingly, <Good news... The baby probably isn't evil, which is why no morning sickness.>
<That is good news,> Zaiobe agrees, smiling back. <Evil pregnancies are an enormous pain, I am led to understand ... the constant need to smoke, drink alcohol, take drugs - it just takes so much time and energy.>
When Alaric is awarded the Cloak of Resistance, he removes the old one (gained after something tried to eat his face) and hands it to Melinda without comment.
A few moments to catch her breath, and then she smiles up at you.
"There. Now we've said good night properly," she murmurs.
Lio nods agreement.
"I suppose..." She kisses you, having changed back to female, "I better get dressed again." Another kiss before she gingerly gets up, pulling on her clothes. She watches you while dressing. Smiling, very content. "Ready?" She asks, ready to carry you the rest of the way.
"Depending on, how long, it takes, ta get ta 'e Dragon" Lio tries to speak clearly, it only partially succeeds. "I coulde prepare reincarnation, an' if he is willing, I coulde reincarnate Naquun." She asks, "Do we knowe how long 'e journey is ta 'e dragon's lair? If it's more 'an a day, I coulde reincarnate 'im 'afore we leave. An, do ye 'ave 'e power ta speak to 'e dead?" The last part is directed at Alaric. "If ye do, then we might knou ahead of taime if such es 'e course of action thots acceptible ta taike, or naught." She sighs as her speed of speaking gets in the way of her practice at speaking clearly, once more, she tries to enunciate more clearly, "If ye do, then we might knowe ahead of time, if such is the course of action that's acceptable to take. Or not."Alaric can't seem to bear to look at Lio. He does listen, and nods. "Yes... I, um... I can speak to Naquun. Now or later. Doesn't matter."
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sense motive: Since Alaric is once again avoiding her, she finds she cannot help but ask. "Ave I just affended ye in some way?" She's not sure what she's just done that could be offensive, and she's never been good at reading others. "An' if so... whot did I just do?" She asks, her tone revealing her lack of understanding.
When Alaric is awarded the Cloak of Resistance, he removes the old one (gained after something tried to eat his face) and hands it to Melinda without comment.
She smiles up at him and wraps the cloak around her.
Lio nods agreement. "I suppose..." She kisses you, having changed back to female, "I better get dressed again." Another kiss before she gingerly gets up, pulling on her clothes. She watches you while dressing. Smiling, very content. "Ready?" She asks, ready to carry you the rest of the way.
Shalelu reclines naked on the blanket, happy, her eyes on you as you get dressed. When you are once again clothed, she wraps herself up in the blanket again.
"Ready."
sense motive: 1d20 + 3 Since Alaric is once again avoiding her, she finds she cannot help but ask. "Ave I just affended ye in some way?" She's not sure what she's just done that could be offensive, and she's never been good at reading others. "An' if so... whot did I just do?" She asks, her tone revealing her lack of understanding.
"Nope!" says Alaric, looking somewhere over Lio's head and lying badly. "Everything is just fine. We should stop talking about it. Which is nothing. So we're really just stopping talking about nothing. Which is much easier, and quite a bit of weather we're having, and I think that person over there is calling me." Alaric flees the conversation as fast as he can.
Beet red, she stammers a few times, before she comes out with the following.
"When, the other night, we were, making love... I, I had this thought, and it's been sort of in my head ever since, and I... I think it might be... I would like to, when I take the form of a man, and am inside you... I want to, right before... I want to come all over you."
She probably has a few more things she wants to tell you, but she needs reassurance that she's not completely lost her mind. This is probably clear by her expression. She's looking for approval, her eyes studying yours, she's slightly embarrassed and sharing this fantasy with you is doing interesting things to her coloration, and also her breathing, as you can tell even telling you about it is sort of turning her on.
Shalelu reclines naked on the blanket, happy, her eyes on you as you get dressed. When you are once again clothed, she wraps herself up in the blanket again.
"Ready."
Lio carefully picks you up, and carefully carries you back to the wagon. And once having sneaked inside, she lays you down on the bed, and after changing her clothes for her night shirt, she joins you, crawling under the blanket, to snuggle with you.
stealth
"Nope!" says Alaric, looking somewhere over Lio's head and lying badly. "Everything is just fine. We should stop talking about it. Which is nothing. So we're really just stopping talking about nothing. Which is much easier, and quite a bit of weather we're having, and I think that person over there is calling me." Alaric flees the conversation as fast as he can.
"Oh no ye don't" Lio narrows her eyes, and follows Alaric.
Lio carefully picks you up, and carefully carries you back to the wagon. And once having sneaked inside, she lays you down on the bed, and after changing her clothes for her night shirt, she joins you, crawling under the blanket, to snuggle with you.
Just a few seconds after you pick her up, Shalelu quietly falls asleep, nestled against your chest.
When you crawl into bed with her, still asleep, she wraps an arm around you to snuggle closer.
Beet red, she stammers a few times, before she comes out with the following.
"When, the other night, we were, making love... I, I had this thought, and it's been sort of in my head ever since, and I... I think it might be... I would like to, when I take the form of a man, and am inside you... I want to, right before... I want to come all over you."
She probably has a few more things she wants to tell you, but she needs reassurance that she's not completely lost her mind. This is probably clear by her expression. She's looking for approval, her eyes studying yours, she's slightly embarrassed and sharing this fantasy with you is doing interesting things to her coloration, and also her breathing, as you can tell even telling you about it is sort of turning her on.
"That," Shalelu says, meeting your eyes, "Sounds wonderful."
"Oh no ye don't" Lio narrows her eyes, and follows Alaric.
Alaric squirms in intense embarrassment. "No, no. Nothing at all. Nothing that needs to be discussed. Or hashed over. Or even mentioned. Especially now, with us in mortal peril and all."
Sorry, should have explained that -- as soon as you hit the sloping ice moving at full speed, you needed to make a DC 25 acrobatics check not to take damage for the full distance. At half speed, it still would have needed a DC 15 acrobatics check. Basically, even though your intention was obviously to jump, you just slid right off the edge instead.
makes sense. Thank you.
"The three fingers is the symbol for Sithhud. It's rare, 'cause he used to be demon lord and got himself demoted in power when the Kostchtchie defeated him.
"And the Kostchtchie is... another demon lord?" Hrunndalf guesses.
"In any case, shouldn't we destroy the altar? Who knows what evil might still be bound to it. Maybe it's what helped the demon possess Naquun."
"The whole body. If we are going to take a present you should let her open it." Mel seems relatively serious about this.Mel sounds like she knows what she's talking about, Hrunndalf just nods. "That works, too."
"Could carry with help," Rhost says. "Could drag."
"I'll help you carry," says Hrunndalf. He does not like the fact that he won't have his weapon at hand if the dragon shows up unannounced, but hopefully the corpse will allow for parlay.
"The three fingers is the symbol for Sithhud. It's rare, 'cause he used to be demon lord and got himself demoted in power when the Kostchtchie defeated him."And the Kostchtchie is... another demon lord?" Hrunndalf guesses.
"In any case, shouldn't we destroy the altar? Who knows what evil might still be bound to it. Maybe it's what helped the demon possess Naquun."
Mel shrugs, looks at the altar.
"I'll help you carry," says Hrunndalf. He does not like the fact that he won't have his weapon at hand if the dragon shows up unannounced, but hopefully the corpse will allow for parlay.
"Hver af oss heldur þú að lítur mest spennandi við dreka?" Rhost asks Hrunndalf as Liothonae and Alaric are going at it.
Hrunndalf looks Rhost up and down, then grins and replies, "Það er meira kjöt til þín, og ég vera meira stál. En kannski drekar eins og sprunga lostæti."
Mel shrugs, looks at the altar.
"Oh no ye don't" Lio narrows her eyes, and follows Alaric.Alaric squirms in intense embarrassment. "No, no. Nothing at all. Nothing that needs to be discussed. Or hashed over. Or even mentioned. Especially now, with us in mortal peril and all."
"Whot in 'e 'ell es wrong weth ye? I ask ye ta speak ta a dead man ta see if he's willing ta be reincarnated, an' ye freak out?" Alaric might be embarrassed, but Lio doesn't understand what is going on, and is getting angry. "Does this 'ave some-thing to do weth yer lack of religion? Because I'm a druid, an' gen'rally druids donot worship gods. "