The Epoch of Dragon's Glory (Inactive)

Game Master BloodWolven

"Got it." Mórrígan said when he explained his plan. "We shall do out best." She added.

"May the sky smile upon your journey." Mórrígan replied before she and Windrider went over the edge of the floating rock.

"I leave it to you now Windrider." Mórrígan said. "I shall keep an eye own for towns and cities."

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32

"I will keep us in the skies." Windrider promised as she took over control of their flight path and the responsibilities that came with protecting a rider.

perception: 5d20 ⇒ (9, 16, 19, 2, 5) = 51
encounters 1 or 20: 5d20 ⇒ (17, 2, 12, 15, 6) = 52
town 1 or 20: 5d20 ⇒ (19, 17, 9, 20, 17) = 82
perception for dragon: 5d20 ⇒ (15, 3, 6, 17, 1) = 42

After an hour of flying Windrider asks, "Off to the West in the distance is that a town, maybe a thorp? Shall we go look?"

Flying towards the town or thorp, you find it at least a half hour ride to get to its outskirts. Closer you see that there are many walls that had blocked your initial view. The few lights that you might have seen in the farms had likely gone out hours ago. Windrider had seen the lights of the town which actually might be a city. You wonder why there were not many villages or towns leading up to this sprawling gem of a city.

How do you approach?

Mórrígan motioned for Windrider to land. "Let go ahead and check this out. If we're lucky we can head back early and try and see what Arthur found." She commented.

With Windrider landing as close as possible, Mórrígan jumped off her dragon. "Go ahead and circle!" 'We don't know how they'll react to a dragon any more...' She thought.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

Morrigan where are you planning to land: in a field, next to a farm house, next to a barn, on a bridge, near the outskirts of town, on the first 10 tall wall, in the bungalow part of town, on the next wall that is 30 feet high, or past those walls?

Mórrígan would instruct Windrider to land about 100ft out from the gate of the city and walk the rest of the way to the place. She didn't need anything bad happening to Windrider after all... Though she was a dragon... not like much would take her down with ease.

The gate is taller than the 10 foot walls beside it. It looks to actually be a building. Knocking upon the door for your size as opposed to the large gate door, the eye slit moves to the side and the voice on the other side says, "The gate is closed for the night, papers, badge, or seal please."

Mórrígan panicked for a moment. This had been a game! There was no way she had any of those because there was no reason for such. However she paused remembering something. There had been a mark by her name when this was a game... could that be..?

She quicked checked her pockets and bag and sure enough, she pulled out a golden badge with the guild's symbol upon it. Holding it up she
called out, "I am of the guild Dragon's Glory." Taking a moment to let them hear and see she added "I'm here seeking an item that I need and time is of the essence."

"Okay guild member hold on... I don't know of Dragon's Glory but a guild member is a guild member." He finishes saying while unlocking and then opening the door. "Welcome to Athens, would you like an escort miss? The streets should be bare except for guards, thieves, and undesirables. Also nobody will likely open for you without a guard at this hour."

"Then get me a guard." Mórrígan said with a nod. "While I could remain till morning it would be cutting the time close, and as I said time is of the essence." She repeated as she ended the city.

"Fine me a magic shop, I see to buy a pouch of firepowder. We are warming an egg for the guild, and the mother has gone missing. If we cannot keep it warm the egg will die." Mórrígan explained.

With that explanation the guard quickly takes you to the nearest magic shop he knows that is on the main strip. Knocking on the door loudly and stating, "Urgent guild business, they need fire powder for a dragon egg!" He would keep pounding until the door cracks open.

2d20 ⇒ (2, 12) = 14

It takes a good minute before the locks begin moving on the other side of the door. Once it cracks open the thug asks to see the guard's and guild badges. He unlocks the door then. Letting the two of you within. He asks you to stay here in the antechamber and adds, "The traps are still set. I will go wake the master."

Another few minutes before a gnome with orange hair as tall as he is walks back in his robe in front of the thug. Opening the door he asks, "What was it that you needed so urgently... fire powder. Oh, I might have some of that though I specialize in jewelry mostly. Let me check the back."
He comes back after 8 minutes and has the thug carrying a large satchel. Then he states, "Here I have procured you sixteen uses, that will be 200 gold. I should charge you extra but it is for a dragon egg. All I ask is that if you need more you buy them from me and that I one day get to see the majestic creature! Abroshtor Nator Bigman Thrushmill at your service." He says his name with a bow.

"Deal" Mórrígan said as she handed over the gold, taking the satchel and looking over the powder inside to make sure it was the right thing she needed, when she was sure she looked to him. "I shall bring the wyrmling when it is old enough to fly, so that you may see the creature you have been so kind as to save."

Mórrígan looked to her escort. "My business is done. Let us go."

Makes note to remove 200 gold once I get back to my computer

With that you are off. The thug would wave as you leave locking the door after he closes it.

The guard would escort you back to the gate and quickly walk you through the barracks to the other gate leading outside. He would offer a few words as he opens the door, "Good luck, and I hope all will be well for you and the little one."

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Getting back to windrider you are likely pleased how fast that went and now you know where a local town if not city is located. If you take to the air and head straight back you find the dragon egg still warm and the fire powder still working great.

If you go looking for Arthur the guardians would point you in the way of the vault.

"Thank you." Mórrígan said before she whistled for Windrider to come and get her.

With her dragon landing Mórrígan quickly secured the satchel and climbed aboard. "Back to the guild Windrider! We have all we need." She said. As Windrider took off Mórrígan couldn't help but feel the exhaustion beginning to set in. "So... one needs sleep too..." She muttered, but that could be dealt with after the egg.

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When she returned Mórrígan first checked on the egg, when she was sure it was still doing well she went to find Arthur.

When she called the vault she walked in and called "Arthur!" Paused for a moment before adding "I'm back."

Opening the vault meant touching the vault door and a display would open. The vault door is open, within you can see piles of everything. Arthur picks up several scrolls and brings them over to put into a chest. Looking up he sighs, then states in frustration, "The vault was organized. But from digital to physical it basically just tipped it over into the room. You are back quick, please tell me you found some. I still can't find anything in this mess!"

Mórrígan gave a small chuckle. "I found more than enough." She said with a smile as she held up the satchel. "We can make sure the egg will be brought to full term."

"Why don't we sleep Arthur... how have you not felt exhausted yet..?" She asked.

"Sleep is for the weak... there is just so much... oh..." He was obviously guild master driven right now, especially with such a mess the vault was in currently. But seeing you... he puts down the item and tries to walk around without stepping on something.

At the door he lets you back up before he steps with you in order to close the vault door. His hand had touched your side in the process. With the door closed he looks at you with a big grin.

"Why are you grinning like an idiot?" Mórrígan asked with a sigh. "What are you thinking? You're obviously thinking something." She added.

Though all of this she still had the satchel full of the powder.

His grin quickly turned to a frown. He shook his head making an impassive face, and then said, "Sorry obviously nothing. Sleep is good. We should sleep."

Walking away from the vault not looking directly at you. He then calms down enough to speak normally again, "I wonder when was the last time I slept and didn't have to worry about an alarm. Are you going to drop those off at the hatchery, which guardian has the skill set to tend to animals? Hmmmm, I was just wondering who should be there to tend to the egg and might give us an idea of when it will hatch."

"An now I've some how insulted you..." Mórrígan pointed out. "What happened, something changed. Just tell me, it isn't like it could be any crazier than... Well than a game which has suddenly become real." She added. "So just, say it."

He slowly says, "I thought you meant to sleep... with me...

Then he quickly recovered saying, "No worries I get my wires crossed all the time and with the changes. Who knows they could be even worse."

"Ah..." Mórrígan breathed out with a nod. "Maybe we need to have a talk first." She added before rubbing the back of her head. "You do realize... This," she motioned to her form, "isn't what I look like right? What you are attracted to... Isn't me." She tried to make him understand.

"Yeah, uh... yeah I know. Forget I said anything." He would turn off at the next hallway even if it didn't go to his room.

Mórrígan watched him go as guilt ran through her. She should have chosen her words much more carefully. She'd give him some time. Put the satchel up... Then decide what to do.

Mórrígan went to the guardian and asked "I'm very tired so can one of you give this satchel to the one who has the best ability to take care of animals and keep the egg in the stables alive."

After that she made her way to Arthur's room, hoping he had found his way there too.

Lilith takes the satchel and responds positively, "I will make sure they are used well and that the egg is taken well care of."

Knocking on Arthur's door you find no response. You can think of several reasons, first he isn't there, second he is sleeping, and third he might be ignoring the knocking.

The hallway guard, honestly no more than an animated suit of armor walks up and offers, "Mistress, if you are looking for the guildmaster he is on the top of the guild house. Stargazing."

You find Arthur curled up with many of the pillows of the viewing area around him. He is looking up. The lens is focused so you can see the stars more clearly.

"Thank you." Mórrígan told the guard before she headed up to the top of the guild house.

"Do you not see the stars often where you come from?" Mórrígan asked as she walked forward to look at him. "They are beautiful... I don't think I've ever seen them so clear save for when I went camping when I was little."

Looking around you could see several empty bottles. He could have consumed then within that amount of time and likely was drunk. He looked up at you with that dopey smile again but this time it was likely for a different reason. Somehow he is still able to talk and keep his mind mostly straight, "I see the stars plenty at my home. But I am not home, these are not the stars I know. This is not the body I was born with but the body I have now. You said this isn't your body but it is your body now." Looking around more closely you see one of the bottles is broken and a small pool of blood beside it. He shrugs and sees that you notice the blood, he adds, "Just an experiment. I have hundreds of hit points to go through before I would die. Then again I built this character to never die."

Mórrígan stood there for a moment trying to figure out what to say. However what really could she say? It was true that these bodies where not that of their true forms but he wasn't wrong that they're now their bodies as well.

Take a moment Mórrígan removed her breastplate and silently set it down. Then she took of her belt which held her twin blades, and placed them quietly by her armor. Her boots soon followed so that she simply had her skirt and under wrapping around her breasts.

She moved up to where he sat, and slowly lowered herself down onto his lap. "You're right..." Mórrígan told him before she leaned herself closer to him "Lets get some rest..." She softly told him as one of her hands came up and gently cupped his cheek. "together"

The smile had slowly faded from his face as he had spoken earlier and looked back up at the stars. His robe had been discarded upon one of the chairs in the room. He looked up at you and waited... almost a sad look was in his eyes but you could tell he was waiting on you.

Mórrígan moved closer, placing her forehead against his. "I need an answer Arthur." She told him simply. "And no, this isn't out of pity." Mórrígan promised him.

He took your position and closeness as want. Though his analytical mind wouldn't let his body act just yet. "Yes!" He blurted out though confused at the fact she wanted him to give her an answer he wanted her. He had wanted her every time they had played together. Not just the sexy avatar that she had played but the way she played and interacted with others. She was special in his mind, also she was one of the few that still had come back to the game. These and other thoughts went through his mind before and now. He was doing his best to not spring in excitement. His cock was already growing as she got on his lap and with her smell and closeness his body was responding, though he fought to have control.

He had hardly finished the word before Mórrígan's lips locked with his as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. In truth she hadn't accepted the fact they where stuck here. She was still thinking, or well wishing, that it was just a game. But the taste of his lips against hers brought home that... they where here.

The guild had been almost like a second home to her and with no way of going back, this was home now. Maybe Arthur could be... family?

His arms slowly encompassed her slender form as he returned the kiss in kind and enjoyed the feeling with all of his senses. Yes they were dulled from the alcohol. But this was like real life, her flesh had such detail, life, warmth. He stopped thinking and enjoyed.

Her hands pushed up into his hair as their lips danced. She could taste the wine on his lips as she wondered if this was the best idea, at least while he was drunk... but then again there might be no turning back.

Mórrígan pulled her lips from his for a moment so that she could ask "Should we return to room? or do you plan to continue here?"

"What do you want? This is our domain no one will interupt us." With that he slips his hands under your skirt taking a firm grasp of both of your cheeks.

"If you're not shy, why should I be?" Mórrígan stated before her lips met his again, and her hands snaked down to work on his pants. When she had worked them down enough to expose his manhood she grinned against his lips as she slowly began to stroke him doing her best at this angle.

"Do you want to worry about the rest of my clothes?" She asked in between kissing him, "Or get right to the good part?"

His grin just grew as did his manhood, then he was fully erect and you could feel the precum. He didn't say anything, instead his hands took hold of your panties and pulled them down. He also adjusted the angle of his body to aim his manhood where you both wanted it.

When his grin was the only answer, Mórrígan slipped her other hand into her panties to prepare herself as she did him. Once he was ready and was so kind as she slide her panties down and off, Mórrígan shifted with him. Lining him up before slowly sinking down, feeling him spearing her open.

Her lips left his as she moaned out, feeling him now as deep within her as he could be. "So good...." Mórrígan breathed out as her body shivered.

He moaned back as he began to rock forward and back using his hip more than anything else. He would flex his manhood likely making you gasp. Taking hold of your butt cheeks again he would pull as he pushed with his hips. Impaling you as deep as he could. Breath would escape from his chest as he was holding his breath enjoying the feeling of being so deep into her. "I have never felt this way before. It feels so wonderful. Morrigan!"

Then he started using his legs and pump at a steady tempo... starting to pant at such a great experience.

Mórrígan moans grew as Arthur set a steady pace, on which she added to by rolling her hips driving herself down onto him as he pushed up into her.

Though she had to saw the upturn in Arthur's mood was a great benefit to the pleasure of the act as well. "I'm glad" She gasped when he made a particularly deep thrust. "F!@+... Don't stop"

His tempo would not stop he was holding back and letting his body enter into a pleasing rut. He could keep it up for as long as she wanted it. Pounding into her and flexing every once in a while so his manhood would swell within her. "Never," he gasped out as he continued to shiver with ecstasy.

The next day he woke up without a hangover. Seeing Morrigan sleeping peacefully he would lean over and give her a kiss on the forehead and then watch her.

The next morning Mórrígan was curled up next to him smiling like a fool with the proof of their nightly activity between her legs. She stirred a bit when he kissed her but mostly remained asleep, breathing out "Oh Arthur..."

He smiled as Morrigan said his name and would lightly brush the back of his hand along her cheek and bringing it down to her shoulder.

Mórrígan turned into he touch, laying her on her back as she began to open her eyes. Though she kept closing them again thinking she was dreaming.