Isla seems enraptured with the best male specimen she has seen... ever. Her mind goes blank as she obviously looks him up and down. She snaps out of it and apologizes, "So sorry... umm... what did you... want?"
The satyr smiles and looks into Isla's eyes. "Isla? Hello, honey! Yes. I want to know what I can do to make you happy? Anything you want within my power to give or do."
Ramie looks around the Wyvern's Roost for signs of some of the fellows she spoke to before. "Hello again! I'm on a mission of goodwill. What would really make your day? A song perhaps? Or maybe you want to teach me one of your favorites and I can sing it far and wide along with the story of the one who taught it to me." She suggests in a friendly tone.
She seems still out of it as she responds, "Umm... me happy..." Her face goes beat red and she fights with the rag in hand.
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The men give each other winks, but then their feet begin making a tempo. The man with the lute adds in but none of them seem trained. Then the singing begins about a lass of the river that brought water to a village.
She seems still out of it as she responds, "Umm... me happy..." Her face goes beat red and she fights with the rag in hand.
Zaidel sighs to himself. This is gonna take a lot longer than I thought.
The satyr gently pats the owner's hand.
"Listen. I'm gonna sit down and order some fish. Which should give you some time to think about what I said, okay? We'll take later."
Zaidel leaves the befuddled woman to sit down and look at the menu. The cleric remembers he wanted to look at his forehead. So the satyr takes out a small mirror from his backpack and looks at his reflection.
In the center of Zaidel's forehead is now the home of a golden oval, about the size of a large grape. The satyr touches it and it feels smooth like a scale. "Awesome! That looks great!"
Zaidel also notices his horns and handsome face, then realizes he didn't activate his hat. His pure Charisma overwhelmed the cook/owner. Also, he notices nearly everyone staring at him.
"Hello, Golden Glades. How are you?" The satyr chuckled. "Just so were all clear: I am not Divine. Yet."
"Well", Zaidel expounded as he quietly cleared the table. "Seeing how I have a 'captive audience', I guess I'll play some music while my order arrives."
The Chosen of Cayden Cailean then climbs on the table and casts summon instrument and begins to jam.
Jellena nods happily to Krysta as they work on putting her wealth into her own bag and she whispers praise, "Excellent adaption, it is good you are learning. You deserve a reward."
Krysta's expression brightened happily at Jellena's praise, coming across almost like an eager puppy, albeit a rather large and scaled one on two legs. "Thank you Mistress," she responded, "I am happy I was able to please you."
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When it came to making people happy Krysta wasn't quite sure how to accomplish that. She thought about it and then had an idea. She was an artist, despite her current form, if she wanted to make people happy then she should play to that strength. As Jellena went into the Roost and Zaidel went Delicious Catches, Krysta stopped and looked at Jellena as she said, "I'll catch up soon Mistress, I need to try and purchase some paper and utensils to draw with. I can contribute to this quest in my own way."
With that Krysta went looking for someplace to buy some paper or parchment and something to draw with, charcoal would do in a pinch. She wasn't sure if she could even find any of that here, but she figured the best place would be whatever passed for a general or equipment store. That in mind she began to look around.
Ramie claps along, listening intently until she feels she has caught the gist and then joins in. And no, she doesn't care if it's a bawdy song. It's all in good fun.
Krysta would eventually find the general store. If she asked villagers she would be directly. Entering in you find a very well stocked store. Finding that there are several humans in blue aprons helping folks find things. speaking to a worker she directs you to reams of papyrus, some paper, empty books, and a few blank canvases. There are a few used or damaged ones too.
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Krysta was not one to be dominant in relationships, especially this one, but she had been told to not just lie there and she was going to make sure her Mistress enjoyed it. Just as Jellena came back in for a further kiss Krysta used the moment to take the tip of her tail, and pressing the tip of it just inside of her Mistress' slit.
Her breath hitches as the sensation washes over her. She moves back and gives a single word, "Naughty." Then her hands rove down to Krysta's pussy. Finding how wet it is she plays with the folds and clit.
The smoke curled lazily around the dimly lit room, the heady aroma of incense mingling with the tang of spilled ale. At a small table draped in deep violet cloth, Jellena sat, her dark eyes glinting like onyx in the candlelight. Her hands moved deftly, shuffling a deck of ornate cards with practiced ease. The deck whispered secrets with every movement, though she paid them no mind. These cards were not for divination tonight. They were tools, props in the intricate performance she had perfected.
One by one, patrons approached her table, lured by whispered rumors of her skill. Some sought answers, others a glimpse into futures they feared or desired. She obliged each with a sly smile, her voice a low, melodic murmur that drew them in like moths to a flame. With every reading, her hands moved gracefully, turning cards and weaving tales that left her clients wide-eyed or contemplative. To those she deemed worthy—those with a glimmer of desperation or untapped potential—she slid a card bearing a faint, almost imperceptible sigil. Her lips brushed the corner of the card as she passed it to them, sealing it with a hex as subtle as a shadow.
The hex was not harmful, not at first. It marked them, tying their fates to hers in a way they couldn’t perceive. They would find themselves drawn to her, their thoughts lingering on her words, their dreams haunted by whispers they couldn’t quite recall. It was a simple trick, but effective. By the time they realized they couldn’t resist the pull, it was far too late.
As the hour grew late, she gathered her tools, tucking the cards into a worn leather pouch. Her fingers lingered over each item, her movements deliberate, her mind already shifting to the next phase of her work. She crossed the room, her hips swaying with the practiced confidence of someone who knew the weight of every gaze upon her. The tavern owner, a grizzled male dragonkin with a face like a weathered stone, barely glanced up as she pressed a few silvers into his hand. He knew better than to ask questions.
She moved through the crowd with the grace of a dancer, her lips curling into a smile that was equal parts invitation and challenge. Her laughter, low and sultry, wove through the air like a spell of its own. She leaned close to her chosen targets, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she teased and enticed. Each conversation was a delicate game, a careful balance of seduction and subtlety. By the end of the evening, she had secured several “appointments”—private meetings where the cost of her favors would be the devotion of their souls.
The Mistress required worship, and she was more than willing to collect it. Her methods were unorthodox, but they were effective.
Later, in the quiet of her rented room, she unwrapped a thick tome bound in faded blue leather. The Blue Magic spellbook, it was an enigma, its pages filled with spells that defied her understanding. She would soon spend weeks poring over its contents, testing its boundaries and deciphering its secrets. Tonight, she traced a finger over a spell written in spidery script, her lips moving silently as she committed the words to memory. The spell shimmered faintly on the page, as though it recognized her intent.
She smiled, a slow, predatory expression. The Mistress would be pleased. The book was powerful, but its true potential lay in how she wielded it. Each spell she mastered was another thread in the web she wove, another step toward her ultimate goal.
As the candle burned low, she closed the book and leaned back, her gaze distant. Tomorrow, she would return to the tavern, her deck ready and her smile sharp. There were always more souls to ensnare, more secrets to uncover. The night was young, and her work was far from done.
Jean does notice that the patrons of the inn are mystified and entranced by Zaidel. They become even more enraptured with the song and music as Ramie joins in too! The pure power of your combined Charisma makes it so that they barely recognize anything but the joy of your music.
Only after a few minutes of playing does Ramie and Zaidel get a notice:
Quest Complete!
Based on how you accomplished the quest is your reward.
***
Rewards: XP,
a MasterCraft musical instrument of your choice, and
Honeyed Tongue (music)
***
You may continue to fulfill the quest and gain more or different rewards based on how many you please.
After his song, Zaidel's notice arrives.
"Oh wonderful! Thank you! Thank you all!" The satyr takes a bow to thunderous applause. A emerald tiger striped acoustic guitar magically replaces the summoned one the bard had moments ago. "Wow!"
Zaidel gave the masterwork guitar a few strums that rang out beautifully. "How about a couple more songs? What do you say?"
Over the enthusiastic clapping, Zaidel sends a message to Isla Fairweather, then begins to put his new instrument through it's paces.
Her breath hitches as the sensation washes over her. She moves back and gives a single word, "Naughty." Then her hands rove down to Krysta's pussy. Finding how wet it is she plays with the folds and clit.
After a bit more of this Krysta released Jellena's lips and instead moved her face down trailing her forked tongue down her Mistress' neck to wrap around the nipple of her left breast. Using one hand to keep Jelena's remaining hand trapped above her Krysta's free hand began to grip and squeeze Jellena's right tit roughly.
While the prices in town were steep Krysta decided to pay them anyway since she needed these materials now for what she had planned to make people happy. With the materials in hand Krysta went and looked for a group of children that might like a good story.
When she had located likely vict...er...[i]volunteers[/ii] who wanted to hear a story Krysta gathered them together and said, "Hello little ones, I am Krysta, and I am an artist and a story teller but I have a problem..." she suddenly slumped, her wings and tail lying flat, "I'm not coming up with anything!"
Krysta looked to her audience and said, "So I thought who could possibly help me with this problem, who had the most creative minds in the area...was it the adults?" she listened to see if the kids took the bait and, when then said, "Then I thought maybe the wizards are the most creative?" She let the kids make a response again and then smiled toothily, "But then it hit me, the most creative people of all, the most imaginative, are people," she pointed at a child as she said each of her next words, "just...like...you."
Grinning, her wings mantling and her tail swishing Krysta asked, "So what do you think? Are you up for the challenge?!" It was more a rallying cry than a question and she waited for them to reply before asking, "So, if you got to choose, what kind of story would you want to hear?" With help from the kids she began to draw, cell by cell, on the paper using the kids as models as she drew out their story manga style.
The kids quickly pick up on Krysta's intentions. They blurt out so many ideas. They crowd around to see the drawing in process.
After posting try to read over it for any needed edits.
The materials were not what Krysta was used to, nor the place she was working, so it wasn't her best work by any means, under the circumstances she was still happy with what she came up with. There had been a lot of ideas, and she pulled them all together to make something with. When it was all done, she said happily, "I knew I was right to choose you all to help me!" She gave a maniacal sounding laugh as she crowed out, "Our creation is aliiiiive!"
Gesturing to the kids around her Krysta said, "Alright, gather round and let's read what we have finished." When she saw a couple of kids suddenly looking worried, she said, "Don't worry if you can't read it, I'll read it too you and you can look at the pictures."
With the kids gathering around her Krysta began to read back the story they created together. It started with a group of five kids who suddenly got whisked away to another world, a world of advanced technology and no magic what-so-ever! They were worried about how to survive and in this strange new world with horseless carriages and giant palaces of glass. Yes, she had indeed reverse-isekaied the kids to earth in the story. There were many strange bits to the story, things the kids contributed, and it seemed that they liked it well enough, at least to Krysta. Whether it would make them happy enough for the quest was another matter entirely.
Once the story is read by Krysta to the crowd of children the screen pops up:
Quest Complete!
Based on how you accomplished the quest is your reward.
***
Rewards: XP,
a MasterCraft art instrument of your choice, and
Eye for Detail (literature)
***
You may continue to fulfill the quest and gain more or different rewards based on how many you please.
Zaidel plays the one song, then quickly packs up his newest instrument. "I'm sorry, but I must go. Thank you all for your help in finishing my quest!"
Before anyone can object, Zaidel takes Isla Fairweather out the front door of [u]Delicious Catches[/u].
"Lead the way!" The satyr urges the restaurant owner. "Before my adoring fans try to stop our progress."
The crowd is still fascinated, and Zaidel easily rushes away with Isla unless someone from the group stops him.
Isla fumbled with some matches to light several candles to light the room. The auburn hair woman then turned to face Zaidel and ran into his arms. Both found each other's lips and began to kiss passionately, muffled groaning and moaning. Both human and fey quickly undid and took off their respective clothing, roving each others bodies.
"Time to make you happy", Zaidel growled, as the satyr pushed the woman on her bed. The Chosen knelt before Isla on the bed, and kissed her lips and neck, eventually traveling south to suck, lick, and nibble the restaurateur's ample breasts for several minutes. "Tonight is all about you, Isla", Zaidel purred. Isla writhed on her bed under Zaidel's administration, moaning and mewing.
The satyr slowly made his way down, licking and tonguing her navel, taking his time, and driving Isla further into ecstasy. Zaidel then licked her thighs, the smell of her womanhood strong, aching for release. Then Zaidel plunged his tongue into Isla's blooming vagina; the woman letting out a gasp of pleasure. The satyr was slow and methodical, leaving no part of Isla's pussy unkissed, unlicked, or untongued. Zaidel tried to keep Isla from a quick orgasm, trying to stretch it out as much as possible. Until Isla's screamed, her body unable to hold back. Isla's hips bucked into the satyr's face, waves of orgasmic pleasure causing the cook to shutter uncontrollably with pleasure. "Good girl", Zaidel chuckled.
But the satyr was not done. Scooping Isla's shuttering ass in his hands, the cleric pushed Isla's ass upward, exposing her pink anus. Isla shouted with surprise and pleasure as the satyr anally-pleasures the restaurateur. For several minutes, Isla moans and shudders as more waves of pleasure wash over her naked body.
Isla whimpers in a soft, exhausted voice. "Zaidel..please..fu¢k me. Please?" Zaidel smiles as he mounts Isla, climbing over her to place his thunderous cock between the woman's breasts. The satyr squeezes Isla's breast together, and begins to titfu¢k her until his member was super-hard. The satyr then climbed down off the Isla and bed and pulled the woman's legs to the edge. Once in position, Zaidel slowly pushed his cock into Isla's waiting pussy. Her breath was knocked from her lungs, as her body adjusted to the welcome invader. Then, Zaidel developed a rhythm as he pumped his cock in and out. Isla didn't take long to climax again, thrashing and gasping on her bed. Zaidel slowed down to allow her to recover. Once the climax waves stopped, the satyr began again in earnest. Isla climaxed several more times, before the satyr warned the human woman. "I'm close..I'm gonna cum..!" Isla, deep within the throws of ecstasy, moaned "Yes..Yes! Give it to me!" Zaidel thrusted fast and deep, shooting his cum deep within Isla's womb.
Isla laid there, in complete sexual exhaustion, nearly unconscious. Zaidel casts sleep on the sexually-satisfied woman. Isla drifted off to sleep, as Zaidel found all his gear in the candlelight, casts prestidigitation on himself, got dressed, and quietly left the house, making sure to lock the door behind him.
Unsure of what to do, Zaidel walks back to Delicious Catches. Maybe the satyr will help Isla close her restaurant for her.
Zaidel can help close the restaurant.
Zaidel can help close the restaurant.
Zaidel you open it up and nearly everyone in the room wants a piece of you.
"So." Zaidel states. "Orgy it is. Everyone helps me clean up afterward, deal?!"
The satyr begins to remove his armor and gear once more.
"Cayden Cailean! Calistria! I dedicate my next performance to you!"
As the XXX orgy starts to get going, many of the folks don't care who is around them and quickly get caught up in the aura emanating from the satyr.
The party can be heard going on near and far. Guards and others come to see if people need help and would have been enthralled but Krazok remained outside once he arrived.
And she slides on through...
The party winds down at about an hour later. Many people get plenty to drink and eat. Then help clean up before going home. Zaidel likely starts an after party.
The next day the daily quests are done and Matthew calls the group together.
In his sincere voice he asks, "What is the plan? I know Mia and Angelica will likely head back to the Spire. Right, Cayden? What are our next steps. Stratton will likely stick around here to work on giving Lady Blackwood her body."
"Good morning, Matthew. Good morning, everyone!" A bold, confident satyr greets all present Aeria Gloris members.
"Yes. I know my business with Golden Glades is done for now. Did anyone take up The Golden Ancestor's offer for land in his domain? I can't recall."
Zaidel rubs the back of his head. "I hope I didn't anger Krazok last night. Or any of you. I'm..just really excited about learning about Blue Magic. And I am a sublime satyr. I will admit. Sometimes..I..have lapses in fortitude."
"Well, I want to return to the Spire. To visit with Queen Mia and Angelica, but mostly to talk with Cayden Cailean. I want to see what ritual I need to perform to allow me access to The Fateweaver Wishes."
"I hope Stratton and Lady Blackwood find the help thy need here in The Golden Glades."
The group shakes their heads about the land.
Zaidel turns to the crystal half-dragon and the kitsune. "Oh! You two are going to LOVE The Spire. It's the size of a skyscraper, but even bigger on the inside, like the TARDIS! But..not with time-travel capabilities..as far as I know."
Ramie's eyes widen at the ruckus coming from the restaurant and she gives the place a wide berth. Yeesh, that can't be good for their health and safety rating...
"We need to find a place for Floof. I am not sure if he should travel with us or if he should maybe go to the Spire." Jean says.
"What would be the issue with Floof travelling with us?" She asks, not understanding.
Krysta spent the rest of her day makling up stories with the kids and even flew some of them around, low to the ground so they couldn't be hurt of course. At one point she even turned into a dragon though it didn't last for very long! When evening came Krysta had heard a wild party was going on but when she saw Rammie noping away she followed the kitsune and floof wanting no part of whatever madness was going on.
The next morning Krysta finished her daily quest and gathered with the others once more. Krysta was a bit startled by the excitement tha Zaidel showed about gowing to the tower and she thought that it sounded impressive. She found that she was looking forward to it and wanted to see it for herself!
When the comment about how to bring Floof along or send the creature elsewhere Krysta wa quite confused. She had thought that Floof was an eidolon and taht Ramie was a summoner. Was she wrong about that? For once Krysta spoke up and said, "Um, isn't Floof Ramie's eidolon? If so then where she goes so goes Floof. Besides," she went over to Flood and reached out to offer scritches, "how could anyone pass up this delightful ball of floof?"
=Key to nearest door
Loot box!: 1d200 ⇒ 40
...Very Cursed Lesser Minor magical item
Krysta, do you go knock on the nearest door and give the owner the key?
Ramie finds... a silver holy symbol of Desna.
She sits beside Matthew affectionately holding his leg. She states, "I plan to head back to the Spire unless there is something more going on."
Krysta was a bit surprised when she opened her loot box and read the description of what she had. Her eyes widened in surprised and she stammered out, "I-i-i'll be right back!" Looking around Krysta spotted the nearest door and quickly headed in that direction.
When she reached the door Krysta knocked firmly and waited for someone to answer. When they finally did she said, "I'm so sorry, I got a loot box and the result was the key for the nearest door. I...," she held the key out to the person, "Here is your key back."
"I can't wait to see The Locke Family again", Zaidel admits. "How are the kids doing?"
The man seems skeptical of Krysta but accepts the key, "Thank you... Oh are you the amethyst dragon lady?" He asks now possibly recognizing you.
"Oh they are doing fine, growing up strong in all aspects. I am just afraid that we might not be raising them properly. Elven is so hands off when it comes to kids and then you have Matthew... Not that it is bad but he is so in their lives." She states her emotions shifting here and there.
"What? I like to know what they want to do and help them achieve it. "
A bag of coins falls from the air, landing beside him.
"Yeah unless you have something for us to work with, I have rituals to do at the Spire."
"Anyone need a mithril shirt?" She asks the group.
"Ah! Another pencil!"
"Oh they are doing fine, growing up strong in all aspects. I am just afraid that we might not be raising them properly. Elven is so hands off when it comes to kids and then you have Matthew... Not that it is bad but he is so in their lives." She states her emotions shifting here and there.
"What? I like to know what they want to do and help them achieve it. "
"To be fair, you two started your family while on a mission for Cayden Cailean", Zaidel explained. "So there upbringing was unique, even for elves. But they seem all well-adjusted, and enjoy the love of both parents. Then there's the kid's extended family, like me, who also wants to help them achieve their dreams."
"Basically, if the kids know they are loved and can trust you to come to you if they need help, I think you're both doing a good job at parenting."
"Yeah unless you have something for us to work with, I have rituals to do at the Spire."
"I may be busy with Cayden Cailean, but let me know if you need help with any rituals", Zaidel adds, declining the free mithril shirt.
"Say! Are we travelling back to The Spire in a Matthew-led carriage?" The satyr chuckled. "Because that sounds awesome!!"
Istra is not with the group. Zaidel left her at her house. Floof is the 'large or medium' sized dog, eilodinn.