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conversations.value: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: Salacar: --------------------------Devil's Landing - Index--------------------------GlossaryAcolyte:Novice priestesses who serve the Angel's cult.Beastfolk/Beasts:A diverse species of humanoid animals of all sorts, living in every corner of the continent. Generally breed quickly and grow to maturity faster than most other humanoid races.Blue Tide:One of the only two remaining lizardfolk tribes, led by the priestess Mariliz.Cottontail:Bunny beastfolk.Dragonmaw:A tribe of greenskins native to the Garund mountains, currently facing the wrath of the rampaging dragon Vizira.Green Husk:One of the only two remaining lizardfolk tribes, led by the chieftain daughter Veza.Halfbreed:Name for any creature with parents of different  species blessed with offspring through magical boon. Are not capable of  reproducing without active magical intervention.Herald:The winged servants of the All-Mother, blessed by the Angel, and the most powerful warriors of the celestial cult.Knight:The highest rank for martial warriors in the All-Mother's service, often accompanied by one or more Squires.Lizardfolk:Humanoid lizard inhabitants of the Casmaron swamps, fierce warriors and devoted shamans, these ancestor-worshipping people are well-suited to life in the swamps. Led by a chieftain and a priestess, lizardfolk are bound in ancient traditions and are generally wary of outsiders.Priestess:The spiritual leaders of the celestial cult and fanatic followers of the Angel and the All-Mother.Roundears:Mouse beastfolk.Softpaws:Cat beastfolk.Squire:Young warrior girls who serve a Knight faithfully.Temple of Dawn:Ancestral resting place of the lizardfolk tribes, this temple is the last line of defense against outside forces and has the power to awaken the lizardfolk ancestors as undead creatures at the behest of a Priestess.Whitestripes:Tiger beastfolk native to Azlant.Locations and CharactersAbsalom- Central territory of the continent, also the name of its capital city. Ruled by the succubus Lilith.Arcadia- The western plains of the continent, home to mostly humans and elves.Azlant- Jungles in the southern part of the continent, home to mostly beastfolk.Casmaron- Swamp territory in the east, home to mostly lizardfolk and demihumans.Garund- The northern mountains, home to mostly greenskins and beastfolk.All-Mother -The self-proclaimed savior of the people, the All-Mother is the woman leading the cult dedicated to the Angel, the celestial being who brought war to the continent two hundred years ago and then cursed its population.Alisa- Squire to Knight Mayven, proficient with her short spear and utterly devoted to her mistress.Angel -A celestial being who descended onto the continent in an effort to rid it of its 'corruption', cursing every living being into infertility and agelessness.Chimera Hag- The monster girl who stalks the swamps of Casmaron, capable of great feats of strength and speed as well as generating lightning, always on the hunt for new prey. Inflicted Redvik with a cursed mark during their first encounter.Claire- Human girl and effectively the messenger of Absalom, delivering supplies and messages with her gryphon companion Vivi to whom she is bonded. Easy-going and spunky, this wind-magic wielding tomboy is Sarah's sister and the primary means through which the inhabitants of Absalom receive news from the outside world. Seems to have a very strong desire for a family.Dramora- Demon halfbreed and the oldest of the Absalom sisters. A demon of the warrior variety, her primary mission is the defense of Absalom and provider of martial training to her sisters and Redvik. Wields a battleaxe with great strength and is capable of summoning lesser demons.Elise- Squire in the service of Knight Mayven alongside Alisa.Fang- Whitestripe halfbreed, the second oldest of the half-sisters who makes up the core of Lilith's control over the continent. As playful as she is intense, Fang enjoys relaxing and fighting in equal measures, always trying to improve her skills. Seems intent on finding the strongest mate to create the strongest offspring.Gart- Redvik's summoned hound.Guardian- The lizard-girl guardian of the Temple of Dawn.Holly- A young Blue Tide lizardfolk and the little sister of Mariliz, Holly is the next in line to be her tribe's priestess. Still inexperienced and naive at times, Holly has a penchant for getting into trouble and dragging her two friends along with her.Lilith- Succubus ruler of Absalom, bound with pact to Redvik. Stuck in a younger form after losing the war against the Angel two hundred years prior.Lind- A young Green Husk lizardfolk and little sister of Veza, Lind is something of a tomboy and warrior wannabe, loyal enough to try and help her friends get out of any mess yet not particularly smart or skilled enough to do it well.Mariliz- Priestess of the Blue Tide lizardfolk tribe, Mariliz is a strict, serious, and no-nonsense leader of her people. Older sister to Holly, she does her best to lead her people through the trying times. Secretly a huge slut.Mena- A mute lizardgirl and good friend of Lind and Holly, Mena is strangely enough the most level-headed of the trio and the most intuitive, doing whatever she can to keep the other two out of trouble and usually failing despite her best efforts.Milly- Roundear maid working in Absalom, this petite pink girl made a living scavenging the ruins of the continent before Redvik and Fang hunted her down and 'recruited' her into Lilith's service. Rather meek and submissive, Milly's beastfolk nature made her an ideal first target for the repopulating efforts by Redvik.Minerva- The third oldest of the half-sisters, and currently stationed in Arcadia. She has supposedly been the primary teacher of her half-sisters, and is the caretaker of the library and all written knowledge in Absalom. Has produced a number of magical devices in use by her siblings.Nivitazviel- Wild elf girl who was the first person Redvik met upon washing up on the continent. The last of her village, Nivi did her best to take care of Redvik and nurse him back to health, and was last seen in the elven village where Redvik had left her.Refia- The lizardfolk halfbreed daughter of the previous Blue Tide chieftain.Rila- Acolyte in the service of Knight Mayven, meek despite her training in the celestial arts.Sarah- Human caretaker of the Absalom palace, does most of the day-to-day work. A kind, shy, and hard-working girl, Sarah was 'adopted' by Lilith alongside Claire, after which she became entirely loyal to the succubus and her mission.Silky- Dragon halfbreed and Velvet's twin. Remarked by Dramora and Claire to be good with animals and generally gentle, and something of a prodigy of her innate magic according to Valria.Nir- A girl mentioned by Dramora to be associated with Minerva. Supposedly 'sleeping' in Absalom.Valria- Minotaur halfbreed and the youngest of the Absalom half-sisters, Valria is something of a rambunctious tomboy, headstrong and often brash or reckless. Despite this however she is a reliable young girl, and fiercely loyal to those she cares about. Capable of manipulating earth and rock, and particularly talented at using her innate magic to enhance her physical strength and fortitude, Valria's small size is a poor indicator of her prowess in battle.Velvet- Dragon halfbreed and Silky's twin. Is apparently very particular about proper etiquette, and is the one who both developed the barrier technique used by her sisters as well as the one who made most of their clothes. Noted by Claire to be somewhat of a commanding person, she is nevertheless respected by all of her siblings.Veza- Leader of the Green Husk tribe, Veza is the daughter of the former chieftain and the older sister of Lind. With a relaxed demeanor and somewhat stand-offish attitude it might seem strange that she became her tribe's leader, though anyone who'd actually fought her would admit that she is a force to be reckoned with.Vivi- Colorful and proud gryphon companion to Claire, seems to possess a human-level intellect and is quite receptive to flattery. Fiercely protective of Claire and supposedly able to take on a humanoid form.Vizira- Dragon matron mentioned by Claire to be rampaging around the Garund mountains. Aunt of Velvet and Silky.Volgrim- The previous chieftain of the Blue Tide tribe of lizardfolk. Father to Refia, spent the last two hundred years in exile raising and training his daughter in martial arts and the magic she'd inherited from her mother.
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conversations.value: Salacar: The dark cavern seemed to have only grown darker with the defeat of Alisa and her acolyte companion, their dead soldiers as unmoving as the cold stones which made up most of the interior of the ancient lizardfolk cave. Valria had assured him that she would make sure that their two hostages weren't going to be making any trouble, and then Redvik made the short climb up to the upper entrance into the room proper. Here the half-breed lizardgirl Refia was still resting against the wall, her bandages cleaner now but still betraying the presence of a wound, her face scrunched up in pain as she clutched her side."I heard... fighting..." she muttered as he stepped into the dark tunnel, glancing up at him with an exhausted look, "Please tell me you beat that girl good *cough* They- they didn't make it to my father... did they?" Whatever hope she had left had managed to slip its way into her voice, wavering eyes peering up to Redvik, her scaled tail weakly brushing against the stone floor.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: That the girl was conscious was a bit of a surprise to Redvik as he had thought that she was too wounded and too weak to stay like this for long. And considering that he had taken his sweet time, something he perhaps shouldn't have done, he was perhaps even lucky that she was still alive at all. With a soft, kind smile, at least as much as he could muster and even then it came out a bit predatory, he knelt down next to the girl and gave her a small nod. "Do not worry, we have defeated them. They haven't gotten to your father my dear, we have come in time. Now, I'll bring you down there."Carefully he bend down and slid his arms under her, picking her up with tender care and standing up again, carrying her bridal style. Doing this he turned around and returned into the cave, making sure not to shake the girl too much as he was moving her, making his way back to Valria and their two prisoners. "Well, that worked out better than I feared, at least so far."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Wincing only slightly with pain, Refia recoiled just a little as Redvik leaned down to pick her up, though she was in no position to do anything about it. As he lifted the girl up she released a sigh of air, clearly doing her best to calm her body and make sure her wound wouldn't grow worse, her tail moving up to drape around one of Redvik's arms as if instinctively trying to brace herself. Still, she didn't make even a peep of pain, and even tilted her head slightly out of the way to avoid poking Redvik with the tip of one of her curved red horns.Carefully moving back to the cave with the large, round stone door, Redvik returned to find Valria just finishing up with tying the two girls with ropes off to the side, giving it one last tug which made the abused Alisa give a mewl of pain. As soon as Valria heard Redvik approach she turned around on her hooves, her long, thick tail 'accidentally' slapping the squire across the face in the same motion. "Whoops, sorry~" Valria said over her shoulder, sounding as insincere as could be, a small smirk on her features before she turned to bounce happily over towards Redvik. "Right? I guess that Mayven woman might be a problem, being a Knight and all, but I've fought a couple of those before and came out ahead every time."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Truth be told, Redvik was enjoying the sight of the two girls tied up and when Valria slapped one of them into the face with her tail he had to smile, being very much in favor of abusing them both a bit more. Because he still was really, really horny, he couldn't help it, not even if he tried. And he didn't in the first place. Listening to Valria he nodded along, stilly carrying the injured Refia and not showing and inkling of desire to put her down. And if his hands wandered where they perhaps shouldn't and groped her a bit, well, who could blame him, it wasn't his intention actually. "I see... Well, we'll cross that bridge once we get to that point. First, we have to save a whole species. Now my dear, do you know how to open this door?"The last part was aimed at Refia, of course.
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conversations.value: Salacar: While Refia didn't seem to notice Redvik's hands moving to places where they shouldn't have been, and who could fault her considering she was still wounded and likely in a lot of pain, Valria responded to him touching her with a cute little frown that was just obviously jealous enough to not pass him by. "Yeah- I can open it," Refia replied, already sounding like she was breather better than before. Her wounds also seemed to be much better now, and she didn't wince in particular as Redvik moved around with her. She glanced over towards the door, tapping Redvik's arm as if to indicate she wanted to be let down. "I just need to touch it, the door reacts to a chieftain's bloodline."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Hmmm, good." And althought Redvik said this, he did take his sweet time setting Refia down again. In fact he even hesitated and for a moment he considered walking over to the door and letting her touch it that way, but then he relented and after sending Valria a gaze that seemed to indicate that he had absolutely no idea what she was having a problem with as the slightest hint of him doing anything undignified hadn't even thought to cross his mind, of course, he bend down and carefully, downright tenderly, set Refia down on her feet again.
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conversations.value: Salacar: It was with no small amount of effort that Refia managed to stand again, her still weakened body practically screaming at the effort, taking a few borderline stumbling steps towards the large stone door. She did have the benefit of a tail of course, offering here some measure of balance as she took a few ginger steps before arriving at the stone barrier, placing one hand gently on its surface while she clutched her chest with the other. With one more exhausted sigh she closed her eyes, whispered words leaving her as she recited a short chant, and in the next moment the door began to rumble and then slide open.Rolling to the side and out of the way, the round stone door opened up to reveal the interior of the chamber beyond, a large oval room with a raised dais in the middle. From above streamed water through small natural passages in the rock, resulting in something akin to miniature waterfalls which coalesced in a pool of water which stretched across the circumference of the room and ran underneath the stone floor. Charms and fetishes and stone carvings decorated the room, all of it vaguely shamanistic and clearly lizardfolk in design, and there was a strangely fresh scent to the otherwise enclosed space. It almost felt like standing atop the mountain itself.In the center of the room, kneeling on the prayer dais, was the first male lizardfolk anyone on the continent aside from Refia had likely seen in the past two hundred years. He was larger than most human males, standing well over two meters tall and muscled to match, his red scaled skin adorned by black spikes and horns, wearing only a single piece of clothing to cover his lower body. The moment the door had opened, the lizardman turned to see what was going on, his yellow eyes falling on Refia before they went wide with shock. "Daughter!" he exclaimed, worry obvious in his voice as he rose and quickly walked the short distance to his offspring, grasping her securely in his arms to steady her, "What has happened? Who dare wound you so?"((Lizardfolk Chieftain))
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Even though Redvik had known in theory what to expect, the large, hulking, massive creature did take him a bit by surprise. He was by now used to be the tallest in the room and suddenly he wasn't, suddenly there was this big, broad guy with a tail and shoulders strong enough to break a board on it for sure. To be completely honest, Redvik was a bit flabbergasted. The only reason he did not make a step back was because he was too proud to do so and immediately his male need for having to make sure were in the social food chain he stood compared to this new male came to the surface. Funny, how male hubris could show it's ugly head. But still, he allowed the father and daughter a small moment, before he cleared his throat, doing his best to appear non threatening. "That would be those two girls over there," he said and pointed at the bound human girls.
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conversations.value: Salacar: As soon as Redvik made himself known to the lizardman, his eyes snapped away from his daughter to look at the human, one hand placed protectively on Refia's shoulder. It was obvious by the way that took a short step forward that he was on guard, his gaze quickly examining the strange visitors to what was effectively his home in exile. "You, who are you?" he asked, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion as he stared at Redvik and Valria who was peeking out from behind his back, looking quite curious about the appearance of the lizardman. "What are you doing on these sacred grounds?""Father, it's- it's okay," Refia quickly interjected, placing a hand on his forearm, able to stand more or less by herself at this point. Her voice was still weak, but it was obvious to Redvik that she had managed to heal exceedingly quickly, going from standing on death's door to being able to walk in the span of what had likely been only half an hour or so. "They saved me, and kept those intruders there from breaching the sanctum door. I owe them my life."The wary look on the chieftain's face dissipated for the moment, his muscles visibly relaxing at the affirmation that they were not an immediate danger to them. Once more he observed Redvik, his gaze coming to a stop by his throat. "You are... not collared?" he asked, sounding more surprised than anything else, "How can that be? Who are you? The only free males should have been those deep in hiding."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Holding up his left hand in a gesture of good will and appeasement, Redvik gave the other male a small smile. Now that he thought about it, perhaps this was a great opportunity indeed, finally another man to talk to. Even if he did enjoy the company of Valria and her sisters and Lady Lilith and so on, he still felt the need for a friend, a companion of sort. Perhaps this guy could be exactly that, even though he was from a completely different culture, eons older and from a completely different species, he wasn't sure yet. And thus he pushed aside his urge to show who is boss and instead focused on being as friendly and nice and at the same time manly as he could be. "Well, it's complicated my friend and I will gladly tell you the tale, as soon as we have the time. For now, I would prefer to make sure that our two prisoners have not also brought any nasty surprises for you or us and then there is also the thing with... Well, as it turns out, there is need for you down in the swamps. If you don't come, the last of the Lizardfolk might... well, die out."
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conversations.value: Salacar: The lizardman's eyes scanned Redvik for any kind of falsehood, staying silent for a moment longer after he'd spoken as if to ascertain the truth of his words. Apparently seeing nothing to to make him mistrust Redvik, the chieftain instead walked up to him, making sure to move slowly enough that Refia could use him to steady her own steps. "I sense no lies in your words, and my daughter believes your intentions to be good," he said, making a grumbling thoughtful sound before reaching his arm out to grasp Redvik's if he was so willing, "I am Volgrim, exiled chieftain of the Blue Tide. I'm afraid I don't know of what calamity could have befallen my people, as we have long been forced to stay here. Please, I will do anything I can to help."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Happy with the fact that he wasn't attacked immediately and that this lizardman chieftain was willing to talk instead of letting it come to blows, Redvik nodded in agreement and slowly scratched his chin, thinking about how to properly respond. It wasn't every day he had to deal with a muscular hermit lizardman who was hundreds of years old after all, thus he wanted to chose his words carefully. "This is Valria, my companion and trusted friend and lover, a proud and fierce warrior. My name is Redvik, I am... as you might have noticed uncollared. Now about the calamity of your peopl-"He suddenly broke off, in the middle of the sentence, of the word even. He stood there, suddenly confused, blinking and appearing as if he was overwhelmed by a sudden realization or something of that kind.-Meanwhile, close to the city of Absalom...It should have been an easy, simple little excursion. Leave her hideout, sneak to the city, steal some food items and get out again. What the fae girl had not counted on was to be confronted by a snarling, growling monster standing on four paws and glaring at her with glowing red eyes, flames dancing between it's dangerously sharp and pointy teeth.No longer being the small puppy he had been just a short while ago, Gart had grown into a hellhound about the size of a massive, muscular mastiff. And he wasn't done growing, not even close. Having smelled out the little intruder in the middle of the night, Gart had confronted her and now stood right in front of her.The little fae swallowed, looking at the dangerous teeth of the beast, which where at about eye height for her. Then she noticed the unsheathed, hungry looking dock cock below the monsters frame. She swallowed even harder. "Ohhh... umm... nice thingie?"Gart pounced.-"Wow... That's new..." mumbled Redvik as the wave of excitement and playful joy swapped over him, thought not from himself. He realized that it wasn't his own emotions, or at least not really his own, but having come from a creature bound to him but somewhere far away. He blinked again, then shook his head. "I am sorry, I will explain later what I just experienced."He send a small look to Valria, as if to apologize, then turned back to face the chieftain, Volgrim. "Your people have awoken the ancestor spirits and are attacked by them and only a chieftain can make this stop... meaning you."(Here's what I imagined the girl to look like)
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conversations.value: Salacar: While Redvik's momentary pause had been noticed by the other three, Volgrim and Refia looking at him curiously while Valria clutched the side of his clothes and gave him a worried look, they seemed to relax a little as he returned to his senses and assured them that he was fine. That didn't stop Valria from continuing to hold on to his side however, and he felt her tail move almost protectively around his legs. Volgrim meanwhile received the news with a stoic kind of seriousness, his scaled brow furrowing while Refia looked quite a bit more troubled. "The ancestors have risen?" he echoed, seeming to be in thought for a moment before looking back to Redvik, "I had hoped that the dream I'd had before was only a nightmare, but now I see that it was a premonition. The Temple of Dawn has truly been activated? You are sure of this? Then we have no time to waste, it must be put to rest again before the chieftains of old begin to stir."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "I am sure of it, yes," replied Redvik, nodding solemnly. He threw another glance down to Valria and resisted the urge to hold her hand, as if wanting to comfort her. No, he actually did want to comfort her, not just as if. He felt the urge to grab her and hold her and tell her that it was fine and everything would be alright, but he resisted that desire. Instead he looked back at the chieftain, his gaze only for a moment dancing over Refia, the chieftain's daughter, before he then added, "However, although I understand that speed is of the essence, I propose that we move at first light tomorrow. My companion and I need to rest and I am sure your daughter would appreciate the time to heal a bit more. Also, we still need to decide what to make of our two, well, prisoners."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Seeming to calm down at Redvik's words, Volgrim took a moment to release a deep breath of air and nod almost solemnly. "A wiser course of action indeed," he said, looking down at his daughter for a brief second before carefully lifting her up into his arms with barely a hint of effort, clearly being as gentle as his large body allowed, "Night has already fallen, and trying to make it to the Temple through the darkness would be folly." He looked up from his daughter, the girl seeming to breathe more easily now that she felt safe, and slowly she dozed off to sleep. "You have my thanks, Redvik, Valria. I would be honored if you would join us at our humble home to rest and talk."Redvik felt Valria take his hand in hers, though whether it was because she felt his desire to do so or simply because she felt like it was difficult to say, the little demihuman girl looking up at him with a brilliant smile. "Your lover, huh?" she said, looking like she was having a hard time not breaking into an excited giggle, the girl pushing the side of her head against him while she gazed up at him in a most adoring fashion, "I like the sound of that~" Valria continued, breaking into a big grin as she wrapped her arms around his, her tail swishing happily side to side.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "I am glad that you see it that way," replied Redvik with a thankful nod to Chieftain Volgrim and gave him a manly, stern but kind look. He had feared that the guy would be hotblooded, but either age had mellowed him or he had never been a too hotblooded guy to begin with, he couldn't know. And then again, he didn't really care either, he was just happy about the way it was. "And we will gladly accept the invitation. We have a lot to talk about... You wouldn't happen to have something to drink, do you?"At the same time he squeazed the hand of Valria with his own, wanting to make sure that she felt how much he appreciated her. A smile danced over his features upon looking down towards her, fondness and desire in his gaze. "Well, it's what it is... At least, I think. But perhaps we should keep the celebrations to ourselves at a later date, yes?"With that his gaze slid over to the captured girls and he spoke out loud, "What shall we do about them, Chieftain Volgrim? They have attacked you and invaded your home, hurt your daughter, you have the first claim to decide their fate as far as I am concerned."
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conversations.value: Salacar: While Valria didn't reply, the giddy and borderline excited expression on her face was more than answer enough, the little girl seeming to bask in the attention Redvik was giving her. Meanwhile Volgrim had stepped outside of the meditation chamber, glancing about the place and clearly noting the dead bodies nearby, as well as the two tied up girls. Alisa had practically passed out at this point, but her acolyte companion Rila remained clearly awake, her big baby blue eyes brimming with tears as she looked up from where she was tied up with the squire. At Redvik's words the lizardman chieftain seemed to consider the pair for a moment, his gaze as indifferent as his embrace of his daughter was gentle. "I am not of a mind to kill or hurt younglings," he finally said pulling his gaze away from the tied up girls to take the first few steps towards the tunnel entrance leading out, "Let them remain here. If the Ancestors will it they'll be able to break free, but considering the state of the young warrior it is unlikely to be anytime soon. They won't be able to interfere with our task." That said he began to trek up towards the exit, only pausing long enough to look back and make sure Redvik and Valria were following him. "Come, let us leave, I would rather my daughter not catch an infection from the blood and bile here."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik had given Volgrim the right to decide what to do with the two girls and apparently he was a gentle, forgiving guy. Not the worst attitude to have for sure, it spoke of great character. But Redvik was also a bit concerned that this could perhaps bite them in the back later, but as he had given Volgrim the decision, he was not gonna betray that word now. Thus after hesitating for a moment he bend down and ruffled Valria's hair as he followed Volgrim out of the cave chamber, his pace leisure, his posture relaxed. "A wise decision. Also, the signs of the battle are a bit off a downer for the atmosphere if you ask me."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Aside from the occasional sob from the tied up acolyte girl, the chamber they left behind was silent as could be, only the ghosts of lizardfolk ancestors to keep the pair company in their defeat. As Redvik, Valria, and Volgrim set upon the path leading out of the mountain, the dark tunnel proving to be little or no hindrance to any of them, Volgrim moving with such assured confidence that he could likely have done it blindfolded. At Redvik's words he released a good-natured chuckle, though he did not slow his steps. "Indeed they are. There is often little to find in the aftermath of a fight other than regret and pain for most involved," he said, bending forward a bit to avoid hitting his head against a stalagmite, one of his horns scratching against the stone loudly, "Or perhaps that's just the sentiment of an old lizard."It took them only a few minutes to finally reach the end of the cavernous tunnel, their progress aided greatly by having someone familiar with their path at the head, and soon enough the small group stepped out into the chilly mountain air. Above them the moon stood high in the sky, bathing the mountainside in its pale light, offering illumination to the places the various torches could not reach. Another path seemed to lead further up the mountain, but Volgrim turned and began to walk the more traveled way leading down towards the plateau with their home. "It doesn't matter how many times I see it," he said, sounding almost wistfully as he gazed out across the almost endless stretch of forested swamplands in every direction, seeming strangely serene from up high, "The sight of my ancestors' land always tugs at my heart."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik allowed the older man his peace, not wishing to disturb him and thus kept his distance, letting the lizardman gaze upon the land of his people, his land, in solitude. At least for a while, before he carefully stepped closer and waited to be aknowledged. He was a guest here and he wished to behave that way. Also, the guy was older than him and thus deserved respect. Sure, Valria and her sisters were also older than him, but they didn't look like it. And age does not equal wisdom anyway.
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conversations.value: Salacar: They reached the end of the path before Volgrim spoke again, the group stepping onto the flattened area where the small house and garden was located, sconces of simmering coals the only light aside from the single torch still present by the house. "Here we are," he said, shifting Refia in his arms for a moment to grasp the primitive door-handle and push it open to reveal the dimly lit insides, "We don't have much to offer in the way of space, but please make yourselves at home." The house itself consisted of only one room, though the back part of it was sectioned off by a curtain of fabric, behind which was a sleeping area that Volgrim headed towards immediately. The rest of the structure was sparsely decorated, sporting the same kind of low table that they'd seen in the lizardfolk villages, coarse yet comfortable cushions surrounding it, and opposite it was a simple kitchen area with various tools and stored vegetables. It very much had a kind of hermit look to it, dried plants and roots hanging from the ceiling, shamanistic charms and fetishes by every window as well as in the rafters.Even then the place managed to be somewhat cozy, a stone fire pit and its remaining cinders sparking away in the corner and offering its meager illumination to their surroundings. From the adjacent sleeping area they heard Volgrim whisper something in the lizardfolk language as he placed his daughter on the bedding, spending a few minutes making sure her bandages were clean before returning to Redvik and Valria. "She will be fine," he said, answering an unspoken question, "She's always been quick to heal, bruises and scapes gone in a matter of minutes." As he spoke he sat down by the table, seating himself on his knees before sitting down properly and resting his large tail on the floor, his hands in his lap. "If you're not too tired, perhaps we should talk now?" He glanced between the two, Valria having taken up a spot by the table as well and had clearly been about to yawn before his words made her stifle it with a lopsided grin.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik, together with Valria, followed Volgrim to his home and with a bit of distance and perhaps even reverance he stepped into the cozy home. He had been raised properly and in a country where at times a man has to defend his family from danger, inviting someone into your home was a huge sign of trust in his culture. Well, when a man did it, after all the man was the defender of the home and hearth and family. And even though he understood that it was perhaps not the same for Volgrim, Redvik did still take it as an honor.Upon the explanation of Volgrim concerning his daughter, Redvik nodded and offered a kind smile, one which he actually meant. "I am glad to hear that. That seems to be a very handy ability, all considered."He then sat down, joining the side of Valria and facing Volgrim, sitting down in a relaxed posture with his legs folded and slightly leaned back, leaning on one arm. "Yes, I would love to. In my home country we prefer to have serious talk and discussion over a glass of vodka or rum, you wouldn't happen to have a stiff drink around, would you?" He didn't really wait for a reply, instead then beginning to tell his tale, just barely scratching onto the topic that he wasn't from the continent and how exactly he had arrived on these shores, before then indulging Volgrim in the whole tale. He did not exactly mention every single tryst he had, but he was honest and actually very thorough.
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conversations.value: Salacar: While it turned out that Volgrim didn't have anything particularly like hard liquor, he at least offered them water and what food they had stored up. It was mostly dried fruit or processed vegetables, some kind of flat bread with potato in it, and various kinds of mushrooms. All in all it was filling enough, but not nearly as tasty as the food Sarah managed to make at the palace. Valria still ate it up almost ravenously, happy to finally have something to eat that wasn't travel rations. When Redvik finally made it to telling about Lilith and his task, Volgrim's demeanor seemed to shift slightly into something akin to reverence. "You are lady Lilith's new champion?" he said, sounding almost relieved, "I wish you had said so sooner."Bowing his head towards Redvik, his hands still on his knees, Volgrim's body language appeared to become more respectful, as did his voice. "Forgive me for scrutinizing you so earlier, had I known you were here on behalf of the lady succubus I would have been less guarded," he continued, raising his head to look at his two guests, "I owe the ruler of Absalom a debt I could never fully repay," At this his gaze flickered over to the sleeping Refia for just a moment, then returned fully to look at Redvik. "I am at your service, if there's anything at all I can do assist you don't hesitate to ask."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Ermmm..." That was not exactly what Redvik had thought would happen and he didn't really know how to respond to this. Thus for a few moments he simply sat there, a bit nervous and abashed and not really sure what to say, before he finally, rather lamely at that, said, "Ummm... fine. That's... good to hear."He cleared his throat, hoping to get this for him awkward moment over with soon. "No offense taken, believe me. If I had been in your situation I would have acted the same way. But... How about I return to my story and you make your decision about me then on everything you know then, and not just the fact that Lady Lilith has chosen me for a task and given me powers? Now, then, where was I... ah yes, Absalom... It's like this..." With that he returned to his tale, however a bit more regal now. As if he was now suddenly feeling the urge to live up to some lofty ideal or something of the like.
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conversations.value: Salacar: It was with a simple nod that Volgrim began to listen to Redvik's tale again, keeping a respectful silence and not interjecting anything unless the conversation required it. Valria too appeared to be paying attention to Redvik's story, the girl having slowed her feasting to more human levels of partaking rather than stuffing her face like she'd done previously. Her interest was more obviously piqued by anything involving Redvik rather than what he'd experienced with her sisters, or anything in regards to Absalom, and it didn't take long before Redvik had two rapt listeners rather than one."I see, I think I understand now," Volgrim said when Redvik's tale was at an end, the lizardman nodding along with crossed arms and the kind of serious demeanor fit for a conversation about practically saving the world. "That is a most daunting mission which has been placed upon your shoulders, sir Redvik." Steeling his gaze the lizardman practically bored his eyes into Redvik's, his hands once more on his knees before be bowed deeply, shame and pure guilt practically ebbing off of him. "I could never apologize enough for the trouble my kin has caused you and lady Lilith," he said, keeping his head low and sounding genuinely regretful, "My status as an exile is a poor excuse for having allowed things to become this dire."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik nearly winced as he was referred to as Sir Redvik, a title he did not hold as far as he was concerned. He wasn't a knight or a boyar or any other fancy title, at least not as far as he knew. And hearing this word from the mouth of a reverred chieftain to adress him with... He felt a bit like a thief or a traitor or something the like. He did not mention it though, trying to simply take it in stride. As Volgrim apologized for what had happened and did so with far more serenity than Redvik had thought the situation demanded, he let the man stew in his regret for only a few moments before clearing his throat. "Rise, Chieftain, I will not have a man bow his head in his own home. My grandfather always said something the like off,You can either apologize for what has happened or you can spare the breath and use it to rectifying it. So... let us not speak of it anymore and instead go down this mountain on the morrow and make it right, yes?"
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conversations.value: Salacar: Once more raising his head, it was with a thankful nod that Volgrim accepted Redvik's words, the large lizardman chieftain seeming to accept the forgiveness without a second thought. "Wise words indeed, and you are correct of course," he said, pushing himself up with a hand on one knee before rising fully, the high ceiling at least tall enough to let him stand upright in his own home. "I wish I had better accommodations to offer you," he said, glancing over to the bed area where Refia still slept, though the girl only took up a small part of it compared to how much space he himself likely needed to sleep. "but at the very least you should be comfortable enough with what little we have. I'll sleep here in the main room, this old body of mine is certainly rugged enough that I can make do with the ground and pillows."Once more he glanced to the pair, Valria still stuffing away whatever food was within reach of her, showcasing a prodigious capacity if nothing else. "I take it you are not against sharing bed space? You said you were mates, did you not?" At his mention of the word 'mates' Valria's eyes widened perceptively, a fiery blush appearing on her features just a second before she choked on the piece of fruit she'd been eating, launching into a choking fit while bracing herself with the table, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes before she managed to get herself under control again. "Was I... mistaken?" Volgrim said, slight confusion in his voice.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Although he did not want to kick a man out off his own bed, Redvik also did not want to insult the man's hospitality and thus with a slight wince he offered a thankful nod, accepting the gesture as was it was. "I do not wish to strain your daughters recovery, I have nothing against the ground for the time being. I am sure I have some covers with me to make it more comfortable. I have slept on far worse, trust me."And then Volgrim asked if they were mates, prompting Valria to choke on the fruit she had been eating and blush like crazy, like he had seldom seen before. He was torn between worry and amusement, but as she got herself under control again he gave her a last worried look before smirking to himself, trying to hide him enjoying hersuffering. "Well...," he then drawled, something strange to identify swinging in his voice. "I guess that depends on how you define mates. And of course as what my little lover would describe us."
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conversations.value: Salacar: If Redvik had expected some kind of level-headed and straightforward response from Valria then it didn't quite turn out to be the case, the little demi-human girl almost recoiling from him in painfully obvious embarrassment, her ears red from blushing so hard. "Wh-wha-what are you trying to say!?" she sputtered, her words as quick as her heartbeat no doubt was, her tail wrapping protectively around herself in some failed attempt at hiding behind it. "Y-you can't j-just ask me-" At this point her face was as red as a tomato, though she attempted to hide it with the end of her tail, her arms wrapped around the bulky thing for some kind of comfort. "I- I haven't-"Unsure of what was going on exactly, Volgrim raised his hands in a placating gesture, an unsure smile on his face. "Well, I didn't mean to upset you," he said calmly, then took a few steps towards the door before placing his hand on Redvik's shoulder. "I'll go pack up our tools and shore up the shelter, you make yourselves comfortable while I'm gone. As I said, don't worry about me, it is the host's responsibility to make sure his guests are taken care of." With that he opened the door, closing it behind him while grabbing the torch that was still hanging outside. All the while Valria had ended up burying her face in her tail, steam practically coming off of the top of her head.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: All the time Redvik remained silent, torn between worry for Valria and amusement, but mostly actually the second. He gave Volgrim only a curt nod as the bigger, stronger man and older man stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He waited a few more seconds, then he leaned over towards Valria and slung his arms around her smaller form, pulling her towards himself and onto his lap, kissing the top of her head and hugging her close. "Well well, my brave, fierce warrior princess, cowed by a simple word... I get it, it can be very overwhelming and intimidating and personal..."
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conversations.value: Salacar: While Valria didn't exactly struggle to get away from Redvik as he pulled her into his lap, she also didn't release her grip on her tail, continuing to bury her face in it even as she pushed herself against him more out of instinct now than anything else. Big orange eyes peered up at him from where she was hiding her face, shimmering with wetness and the kind of vulnerable uncertainty you'd normally find in regular girls and not the kind who could bench-press an actual boulder. She tried saying something, though it was muffled by the soft fluff of her tail before she realized it, and it took her a moment before she pulled away from it and looked up at him with her best attempt at an annoyed pout, though in her case it ended up looking more adorable than anything else. "Don't tease me..."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "I don't," replied Redvik with a smile and he had to fight the urge to not melt down and just go "aaaaaaawwwwww" at the adorable sight of Valria trying to pout and look angry and yet dignified at the same time. Because she was very adorable. Well, he also wanted to fuck her now again, because he liked adorable and cute and wanted to twist and corrupt that, he couldn't help that, but he pushed both those desires to the side for the time being. "I'm not teasing you. Well, I don't mean to."He slung his arms back around her and pulled her close, snuggling her and ruffling her hair, a hand of his running down her back and massaging up and down her spine. "If you say we are mates, we are mates. If you say we are not, we are not. But no matter what, this night we will sleep close to one another and we will snuggle, end if discussion."
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conversations.value: Salacar: It was with an only slight widening of her eyes that Valria was pulled closer to Redvik, though they quickly closed again as she pushed further into the embrace, the girl practically quivering at feeling his hands run through her golden blonde mane and caressing her back. She didn't answer him immediately, only managing to give a happy, satisfied murmur into his chest, her smaller hands wrapping around him in turn as her tail uncoiled and returned to resting on the floor. For a long time there was only the sound of gentle breathing, both from Valria as well as the sleeping Refia nearby, the occasional noise of Volgrim packing up tools or preparing the house for the night from the outside. "... I'd like that," came Valria's voice suddenly, though to what exactly she meant she did not elaborate, and in the next moment Redvik felt her soft breath on his skin as the girl fell asleep in his arms.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: A fond smile came over Redvik as he watched the small girl on his lap fall asleep and listen to her steady breathing, basking in her scent and the warmth of her body and her supple softness against his larger, harder frame. His mind took him elsewhere, somewhere he perhaps shouldn't be, and he drifted off into a light sleep as he positioned himself against the wall with his back, falling asleep in this sitting position. When Volgrim returned to the hut he would find everyone asleep, though Redvik's mind kept active even as he slept. But that was hardly something one could notice.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Blissful sleep enveloped the occupants of the small mountain home, the distant sound of wind and creaking wood a backdrop to the soft breathing that accompanied their rest. Darkness swallowed Redvik's senses, only the constant sensation of the throbbing mark on his neck and Valria's soft, plush body resting against him keeping him from forgetting where he was. Those two things were also what he noticed first when he finally woke the next morning, having slept only just enough to rise with the sun. Valria however was still fast asleep, the little girl curled up in his lap with her long tail wrapped around the two of them protectively, offering Redvik's back some comfort where he was leaning against the wall. The sound of her measured breathing was almost hypnotic to his waking mind, her face almost pressed against his chest and one of her horns bracing against his side with only slight discomfort.The morning sun seemed to flitter in through the now open windows, bringing with it a soothing breeze and the distant rustling of plantlife in the wind, the bone fetishes in the windows clinking together like windchimes. As his senses returned to him more fully he also became aware of Refia standing by what was likely a kitchen table of sorts, managing to just barely notice her look away from the two of them as he woke up, the half-breed lizard girl busying herself with chopping up vegetables and arranging food on small wooden plates while her tail rested on the floor. Her bandages were gone, and where the deep wound had been there was now barely a red mark, leaving her skin almost too pristine looking for someone who'd lived in a swamp all her life. "Good morning," she said without turning to look at them, her words short and to the point. Before Redvik could answer he felt Valria snuggle closer to him, rubbing her soft, squishy cheek against his chest, a goofy smile on her face as she said something unintelligible in her sleep.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Unlike in his previous life, sleeping leaned against the wall and with someone else on top of him did actually allow Redvik to recover his full strength and power during his rest. It was great to have a strong powerful body, especially after several years of hardship, and he really enjoyed the sensation of waking up and having no cramps, no backpain or any other ailments to speak of. For a moment he simply enjoyed the sensation and the knowledge of little Valria sleeping on top of him, basking in her warmth and closenes, before slowly sitting up and making sure not to wake the small girl on his body. "Good morning," he replied then, allowing himself an amused as well as enjoying smile, rising to his feet and holding Valria close so that she wouldn't wake. "Where is your father?"
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conversations.value: Salacar: Valria barely made a sound as Redvik got up, and she simply seemed to push against him more, her source of warmth and comfort in her sleep, her tail swung possessively around him and making walking something of a difficulty. Refia for one didn't seem to answer him immediately, her shoulders giving a slight twitch as she heard him get to his feet, tension evident in her back. "He'll be back soon," she replied finally, her words just a little hurried as she chanced a look back at him, though she was quick to pull her head back when she noticed him looking. She seemed very awkward for a moment, then finally released a pent up breath of air and turned to look at him, though her eyes weren't quite able to look at his. "I... I haven't thanked you yet, for saving us I mean," she said, fidgeting slightly where she stood, then quickly dropped into a bow with her hands clasped together by her stomach, "Thank you... if it hadn't been for you we would likely have been taken prisoners... or worse..."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik kept enjoying the warmth of Valria's body against his, felt how she slightly moved with every breath she took, felt her surprisingly strong heartbeat resonate through her torso and pushing slightly into his body. He smiled fondly about her behaviour, noting to tease her endlessly about how cute she could be if she wasn't awake, but then pushed that thought to the side. He kept holding her, like one would carry a sleeping child, in his arms as he stood before Refia, watching the halfbreed girl as she turned around. He had to forcefully NOT think about how delectable she looked, how much he would love to explore her body, to bend her over and... No, not going that way."It was my pleasure," he finally said after a moment of hesitation, giving her a kind smile. "I am glad to see you up and around again."
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conversations.value: Salacar: If Refia noticed the way he looked at her then she didn't seem to react to it, instead doing her best to regain her composure as she looked away with her best attempt at a dismissive huff. "Well, it- it's no big deal," she said, eyes flittering back to look at him a few times, unable to maintain much of an eye contact with him, her arms crossed almost defiantly. "I'd just never practiced fighting against someone with that kind of weapon before, that's all. Otherwise I would've been able to beat her easily." With her head still turned away she peered at him with one eye, fighting and failing to suppress a blush, though whether it was because she was embarrassed or annoyed was hard to say. "I'm not some weak little girl, so don't think I want you protecting me or anything, got it?"
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Do not worry," replied Redvik with a bemused smile on his lips, being reminded of not just just small girl he had met since arriving on this continent by those words. Then he added, "The possibility of the slightest hint of the option of the thought of me thinking anything of this kind didn't even had the slightest notion of crossing my mind."However he did keep up eye contact, hard to say if he was trying to tease her or just being a bit flirty or perhaps joking around. But then, one did not rule out the other, right?
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conversations.value: Salacar: Doing her best to avoid eye contact with him for whatever reason, Refia finally had to whip her head away in a huff, arms still crossed and a slight blush on her face. "As long as you get it," she said, a slight straining in her voice to try and sound composed. It was difficult to get a sense for whether she was annoyed with him or simply embarrassed. She did eventually calm down a little, once more peering at him with just one eye, seeming to ponder something for a moment. "That girl you're carrying, she's a halfbreed too, right? I've, uhm... never met another halfbreed before," she said, gazing at the still sleeping Valria for a long moment, "Was she a blessing from Lady Lilith too?"
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Understanding that Valria might wake up should he begin to walk around with her too much or go outside with her, Redvik sat down at the table in a comfortable position, shifting his cute carried package around a bit to allow for her to lay comfortably against his body... and one hand of his almost immediately began to grope her a bit. He didn't even notice, it happened almost completely by accident, some part of him simply going by what felt right and good for him, massaging her upper thighs and rumb softly, fondling and groping a bit."Yes, she is a halfbreed as well," replied Redvik at the question of Refia, nodding at her. "Though I don't know how she was conceived, I guess you might have to ask her once she is awake. Though, what do you mean with a blessing from Lady Lilith? I am not originally from this realm, many concepts are alien and strange to me, even after extensive study."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Watching him take a seat at the low table, Refia soon followed suit, placing the wooden plates with assorted foodstuffs she'd been preparing in front of them. She pulled her legs in under herself neatly, though the extra elevation it gave still wasn't enough to put her at eye-height with Redvik even if she had any desire at all to maintain prolonged eye contact with him, which she clearly didn't. "I'm... not actually sure," she replied somewhat hesitantly, her gaze still on Valria's sleeping form and seemingly not noticing what Redvik was doing with his hand, "It's just what father sometimes calls me, so I figured that..." she trailed off for a moment, then shook her head lightly before picking up a piece of orange fruit, her eyes trailing to look down at the food, "It doesn't matter. Please, eat, you'll need the strength. Maybe wake your companion? I could go get you something to drink too if you want."Before Redvik had a chance to reply he felt Valria shuffle slightly in his arms, the girl making a slight groaning sound in her sleep. "Nooo, I don't want to drink that, Minerva," she said, sounding like a little kid who wasn't interested in whatever their parent had just given them, "it looks ickyyy..." the last word was drawn out, her words trailing into a silly sounding giggle as she snuggled closer to him, her tail seeming to wrap around his caressing hand like it didn't want him to let go. "Hihihi... Redvik... that tickles..." she said with a goofy grin, then promptly returned to breathing softly in his lap.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik did only notice what he was doing as Valria mumbled softly and even then he did not stop, instead even started to increase the intensity a bit, pouring a bit of magic into his hand and through there into Valria, heightening her pleasure slowly but steadily. His thumb ran over her most intimate part, teasing and prodding carefully. At the same time he grabbed a piece of fruit from the offered food and biting into it. "Thank you Refia, I appreciate it. Something to drink would be nice, I tend to not drink enough and get thirsty too quickly. While we are at it, did your father tell you what I am? I mean, what I do?"
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conversations.value: Salacar: At his request for something to drink, Refia rose from where she was sitting, stepping over to the table in the make-shift kitchen area. "Just that you were Lady Lilith's champion, and that you were here to stop the risen ancestors," she said, placing a knee on the table before hoisting herself halfway onto it, reaching out through the open window by it with a remarkable show of dexterity. Her red scaled tail helped her keep balance while she worked to grab something outside, the fabric of her skirt-like clothing only just concealing the more risque parts of her lower body, the girl straining to reach something out of view. When she finally pulled back she hoisted a bucket of water in her hand, placing it on the table before filling two clay cups with water and returning to the table with them, offering one to Redvik. "So... do you go around fixing things? Father always said that this land was in a sorry state after the war, but I've never been away from this mountain before."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: The at the moment single male inside the small hut watched Refia with unabashed interest as she moved, though it was hard to say if this was because he lusted after her or simply because she was the most interesting thing to look at in this instance. Answer was, both, even though his face did not betray his thoughts. You learn to keep your mind to yourself if you spend any amount of time first in the army and then in captivity. At least to the most part, because one single part of him did betray him and it strained against his pants, his thoughts beginning to wander at the same moment. But Valria's presence hid the fact that he had a hard-on, at least to some extent.With one hand he accepted the offered clay cup and took a big gulp of the water, enjoying the cool, fresh taste in his mouth, nodding his thanks to Refia. "Thank you my dear. And it's sort of like that, just a bit more complicated. Lady Lilith has chosen me, I think mostly for a lack of better options, to help her in breaking the curse that has brought this realm down in the first place. I take it your father had explained to you what I am speaking about, yes?"He did not want to tell the girl things she perhaps shouldn't know as far as her father was concerned, he was not looking forward to have a conversation with an angry lizarman chieftain about him corrupting his daughter.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Taking her seat again, legs folded neatly under her and her tail pulled against them, Refia listened to Redvik speak while she took a drink of water, holding the cup with one hand while keeping her palm under it. "Yes, he's told me about it," she replied, not sounding as apprehensive or awkward as she had before, and in fact appeared almost conversational in her demeanor, "He fought against the Angel alongside my mother, but even all the races banding together wasn't enough. They lost, and the Angel cursed the land with stagnancy, that no creatures could procreate or grow older." She sounded strangely detached from it, or perhaps a little morose, and it was obvious that she had likely not taken part in the war herself. "Well, or not grow very fast at least. I was still a toddler when it all happened, and even after I was cursed I continued to grow, although father believes it has to do with Lady Lilith's blessing rather than anything the curse was meant to do."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Listening to Refia speak, Redvik simply waited and let her speak, letting her take her time, nodding along. At the same time he kept groping Valria, even growing bolder, a hand of his between her legs now and two fingers of his dancing over her cleft, the rest of his hand resting on her rump and massaging it."Well, I guess that about covers it," replied Redvik, slowly nodding absent mindedly, knowing just about as much as she had just said. "Lady Lilith has tasked me with breaking that curse, little by little. As I have not been cursed, as I am not from this realm, she had protected me and brought me to herself and then blessed me. My quest is to, finally, restart the population growth of the realm. In other words, I need to impregnate a lot of girls. That, um, about is it."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Redvik's ministrations on the sleeping girl did seem to have an increasing effect on her, a blush creeping onto her features and her breath coming in sharp, hot gasps now, the little girl making groaning noises in her sleep. Meanwhile Refia seemed unaware of anything out of the ordinary going on, simply nodding at Redvik's final statement like he hadn't just said he was planning on repopulating a continent. "I see, that's what father meant then..." she said, more to herself perhaps than to Redvik, the young half-breed lizard girl giving him an even gaze for a moment before she rose from her seat."I'll go help father with the last of the morning work, please take your time to finish your breakfast and join us when you're ready," she said, placing her plate and cup on the kitchen table before moving over to the door, sending him one last glance before heading out the door and closing it behind her. Valria however remained asleep, her small hands grasping at Redvik's clothes as he continued to play with her, and at the same time her tail began to wrap itself tightly around him, her mouth opening in an exhalation of hot breath as he squeeze her plump rear and caused her to twitch slightly in his lap.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Watching Refia walk out the door, especially admiring how her backside moved and was accentuated by her tail, he gave her a smile and a nod and then waited a moment for the door to be closed. Once that had happened he took another swig from his water, put a piece of fruit into his mouth and chewed on it absent minded, before grinning wolfishly. Time to wake Valria. He had to move around, her and himself, a little, but then a moment later his raging hard boner stood proud and at attention, pulsating directly beneath his half-minotaur lover and with soft pressure he pushed her down, spreading her folds, moaning under his breath. She would either kill him or kiss him, or perhaps both... he was looking forward to find out what it would be.
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conversations.value: Salacar: No sooner had Redvik pushed himself into Valria, her insides already wet and ready thanks to his ministrations and application of magic, before the little demi-human girl began to quiver against him, her breathing escaping as a ragged gasp the moment he lowered her onto his waiting cock. Her body still remained as tight and wonderful as the first time they'd had sex, clamping down on him with unprecedented force as he entered her and immediately broke into a powerful orgasm before he'd even bottomed out. A long, strained and breathy moan escaped Valria as she came, him playing with her body and his application of lust-raising magic had apparently been even more effective in her sleep.Big, teary orange eyes opened up halfway to look up at him in a mixture of unabated pleasure and half-sleep confusion, the poor little thing obviously caught in the throes halfway between orgasm and sleep, her mind not quite fast enough to catch up with it all. "Redvik...?"she asked in a quivering voice, sounding so meek and powerless compared to her usual self, so much more like a fragile little girl than a warrior princess. Even despite the way he'd woken her up, having taken her in her sleep, there was a deep, almost reverent adoration in her voice, and he felt her hands almost feebly grasping at his chest, her tail wrapping tightly around him to keep him close.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Not even fully inside of her and already Valria was having an orgasm, her tight and wonderfully warm, even hot, wet hole quivering around his manhood, making Redvik groan in pleasure and delight. He allowed her however a few seconds, simply letting her slide deeper and deeper by gravity, filling her more and more as she woke up. Her meek, quivering voice was one of the most erotic things he had ever heard and he felt himself grow even harder inside of her, his blood pumping, his whole body going into overdrive and now fully waking up. His hands held closely onto her, his fingers digging into her flesh, her body a warm, hot, pleasurable thing on top of his. He rumbled, his voice a bit strained, but clearly delighted, "Good morning warrior princess... It's time to get going, after breakfast of course. But first, I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow and pump you full of my seed my little lover girl..."And that was a promise, because fuck it, he really, really needed it.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Still riding out her orgasm Valria practically trembled in his arms as he spoke, a fierce blush spreading across her drowsy looking face, her small hands grasping at his clothes for support. When the tenseness in her body finally left her she all but fell against his broad chest, breath leaving her in almost moaning pants, and she gave a low, suppressed almost needy whine as he finally bottomed out inside her. Still stuck somewhere between sleep and the waking world she tilted her head back, resting her chin on his chest, her big, soft, half-lidded eyes gazing up at him. "Please..." she said again in that demure voice, though there was a need to it as well, a desire, almost a begging one, "I want it." Her insides were practically a vice at this point, clamping down around him with such force that it made her small body quiver at just the pleasure of having him inside her.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: The wolfish grin on Redvik's features grew only larger, as did his cock inside of the tight confines of Valria's sex, his member practically pulsating inside of her. "Hmmm, what a needy little thing you are, huh?"He did not give her time to answer, instead he pulled her up, groaning in delight, and then slammed her down again, the friction inside of her making him squirm in pleasure and grunt in joy. A moment later he began to fuck her like a jackhammer, slamming her down onto his mighty dick again and again, using her without abandon like she was some kind of toy for him to use, the loud, lewd sound of their copulating filling the hut. His fingers dug into her skin, kneading the flesh of her rump and legs, all but mauling her.Then he suddenly shifted, pulled his leg under him and slammed her down, her back now on her ground and his hips began to move, going at her delightfully cunt and baby chamber like a man possessed.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Whatever answer she might have had was abruptly cut off by a throaty moan as he slammed her onto himself, so strong and fast that all air was forced from her lungs, causing her to squeak in surprise and momentary shock to paint her face. This lasted only until he began to fuck her in earnest however, the little girl left entirely to his mercy, though whether it was because of helplessness or just plain inaction was hard to say. It didn't change the fact that she was obviously caught up in a new wave of mind numbing lust, her eyes growing misty and her mouth hanging open as she panted up a storm trying to regain her breath. Redvik's relentless fucking gave her no chance however, and as he flipped her onto her back and began thrusting even harder and fiercer she barely had the strength to keep her legs raised, her arms splayed out over her head and her mane of golden hair spread out under her, struggling to keep steady as every brutal thrust rocked her body to the core and kept her in a half-delirious state from the lack of air and her still sleep numbed mind.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Lost on the exquisite pleasure of this proud, strong and yet pliable, delightful little girl practically wrapped around his member, completely at his mercy, Redvik gave into his most basic instincts and simply let himself go, giving into his need to fuck and breed and just ruthlessly, nearly violently plow Valria's snatch. Flesh hit flesh, his hands all but mauled her and with wild abandon he kept fucking her, his dick all but rearranging her organs as he gave her a long, brutal and hard fucking. Wet, slurping, sucking sounds filled the air as his juices mixed with hers inside of her and a sloshing, lewd sensation could be heard from her nether regions as he widened her without mercy. It wasn't long before with a loud, basic snarl he violently came, his balls tightening and pumping lewd, obscene amounts of ball juice into her, forcing it all into her small body. At the same time a wave of sensual energy flowed from him, corruptive and seductive alike, leaving his body and eminated into the environment.For a few more moments he kept fucking himself out in Valria, sloshing and slurping coming from her overfilled womb, before he slowed down and finally stopped. "Hmmm... that was good... I'd guess it's time for breakfast, huh?"
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conversations.value: Salacar: It was with no small amount of lustful moans, rapid panting, and needy whines that Valria let herself give in entirely to Redvik's desires, her body little more than a vessel for his lust, his cock filling her so completely that she couldn't even draw breath properly. When Redvik finally came so did she again, arching her back and slamming her tail into the ground as her nerves fired and every part of her body quivered and shook from the force of it, her insides and womb filled so entirely with his seed that her abdomen almost distended, her mouth hanging open in soundless, breathless moans as his powerful, virile cum made her stomach ache and her mind numb. When he finally pulled out she could do little else than remain there, laying on her back with her arms above her head, her hooved legs spread, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her eyes entirely blank to the world around her as she fought to catch her breath.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Basking in the afterglow, Redvik had to repress the urge to simply roll onto his back and instead leaned down to kiss Valria on the forehead, then the nose and then the mouth, softly and with longing and tenderness, before sitting up again. Carefully to not hurt her or cause her any discomfort, what a strange contrast to his earlier behaviour, he pulled her into his lap as he sat down at the table once more, with her back to his chest, a hand of his softly stroking her tummy and chest, his other hand beginning to grab for some sweet fruits for her to enjoy. Once more he kissed her, this time on top of her head, and then waited for her to return to her senses.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Too out of her senses to return the kiss or any of the other attention he was giving her, Valria simply groaned a bit as he pulled her back into his lap, her tail moving to lay across her lap as she fell back against him with a contend sigh. It took her several minutes more before she finally snapped out of it, craning her head up to look at Redvik, her horns poking him in the ribs although she didn't seem to notice. She wore a sleepy smile, placing one of her small hands on top of the one he had on her stomach. "And good morning to you too, Red," she finally said, unable to suppress a giggle, "I was having a dream about you before you woke me, you know. Although it kinda ended up being the same thing in the end." She placed one hand on his knee, using it to push up and kiss him under the chin, a hot breath escaping her almost longingly. "You should do that more often, I've never been more turned on~"
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik joined his little lover in the giggle and he grinned at her, then winking at her. "I'll keep that in mind. Who knows, perhaps we will make it a ritual to welcome the day, huh?"Then he leaned back, resting his body on his outstretched arms, radiating an aura of content and lazy bliss. "We should eat, drink and then get moving. As much as I would love to stay here and spend the time with you, we have a duty to fullfill. Our hosts are waiting for us, let's not make them wait too long."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Continuing to recline against his much larger body, Valria appeared in no rush to get moving, instead releasing a sigh as she allowed herself to relax after the rather vigorous awakening Redvik had put her through. "I guuueeess..." she drawled, her tail moving with expert dexterity to snatch a piece of fruit from the table and deposit it in one of her hands, wasting no time in biting into it and joining her partner in crime in their shared breakfast. "Speaking of duty," she said after a few moments, sounding somewhat glum all of a sudden as she glanced back up at him, an unreadable expression on her face. "Once we finish up everything at the Temple of Dawn... that means you'll be done fixing things here in Casmaron. The lizardfolk will be safe, the All-Mother's fanatics chased off, and you even managed to find another male way out here in the middle of nowhere. So... what will you do next?"
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: For a moment Redvik simply enjoyed the simple bliss of a simple breakfast with a lovely girl on his lap, basking in the moment and the afterglow of his orgasm, taking it slow and deliberate. He was in the process of slowly munching on a piece of fruit he couldn't identify to safe his life, but it was very tasty if a bit too sweet for his taste, when Valria asked what he would do next. For a moment he caught her gaze, seemingly thinking, then finally his face turned a bit bittersweet and he said, "Then I will do my next task. There is a dragon that needs to be calmed down in Garund. I have no idea how to deal with it, but I am sure I will figure it out."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Taking another bite of her fruit, Valria made a muffled sound of understanding, her expression lightening. "A dragon, huh? That's a tall order," she said conversationally, like they weren't discussing a giant man eating and fire breathing monster, "I guess it's pretty serious if Velvet and Silky can't handle it on their own. They're usually pretty reliable when it comes to stuff like that." Clearly finding the same kind of comfort in their closeness as him, Valria let herself relax against him, though she made sure not to poke him with her pointy horns. "Speaking of," she continued with a giggle, tugging idly on his clothes, "you should probably get your clothes washed before you head there, or Velvet is likely to throw a fit at the condition they're in." It was true that his outfit had seen better days, as walking around and fighting in a swamp for an extended period of time had not exactly been kind on them.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "I managed to tame the wild and proud minotaur-princess Valria, I am sure I can deal with a dragon," joked Redvik and suddenly lunged forward with his hands, beginning to tickle Valria under her arms and on her sides, while blowing a raspberry into her neck. But only for a moment, then he pulled back. Of course he was nervous, a dragon was a tall order, but what choice did he had, right? "And yes, you are right, I should... As soon as I can. But what can I say, I love getting down and dirty."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Releasing a surprised, chortling laughter at his hands and mouth suddenly assaulting her, Valria practically jumped to her feet to get away, using her dexterous tail to push against the floor and get her standing with ease. With crossed arms and a mock furrowing of her brow, the small half-breed turned towards the still seated Redvik, raising one leg before pushing the hoof against his shoulder as if to keep himg from pursuing her with more tickling. "Who're you calling wild?" she said with a smirk, managing to look equal parts commanding and childishly adorable, a kind of light-hearted smugness in her voice even as she did her best to keep a smile from breaking out. "And nobody tames the great and powerful Valria, you got that, mister down and dirty?"
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Soooooo," drawled Redvik with a smile that turned into a viscious smirk, giving him the appearance of a dangerous predator or something. But not really, he was still only joking around. "... You do not want to sleep on top of me this night then? I guess I will have to go without your warmth and without a good morning workout then..."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Valria almost stumbled momentarily from his reply, the wind taken out of her metaphorical sails as her smug expression dropped for just a second even though she was quick to recover, only a slight blushing betraying her actual reaction. "I- I guess I could makesomeexceptions for you," she said, her voice and smile just a little shaky, "I'm not cruel, and I know how much you enjoy it." Quickly regaining her composure she crossed her arms again, once more looking superior, as if she'd just granted him a grand benevolence. "I know how needy you are after all, and since I've decided to take you as my lover it's the least I can do!"
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "That is very kind of you, oh gracious warrior princess," replied Redvik with a smile and a good natured laugh, before he took another piece of fruit and put it into his mouth. He was well aware that this bliss couldn't last, that he wouldn't always hang around with Valria, but he refused to think of this. He was now kind of unaging and perhaps something like immortal, or at least very longlived, thus perhaps there would be some more times like this. Chewing on the sweet fruit he smiled at Valria and said, "Now come, let us eat and not keep our hosts waiting for too long. We wouldn't want to be too rude."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Breaking into a wide, happy grin, Valria was quick to dash around the table like the spitfire she was, all remaining sleepiness long gone by this point and she was clearly raring to go. "Nuh uh, I'm gonna go wash up since you decided to have your way with poor, defenseless little me, you lustful monster you," she said with feigned, overly theatrical woe. With a flourish and show of impressive dexterity her tail deftly grabbed a pair of fruits on her way to the door, wrapping around them to keep from dropping them to the floor. She grabbed the door handle, turning to him before winking and sticking her tongue out at him. "Last one ready is a rotten frog's bum!" she exclaimed, quite clearly cheating in that particular contest as she swung the door open and stepped into the early morning sun, its soft rays painting her blonde mane and tanned skin in an almost golden hue, sparkling off of her metal plates and the rings set in her horns before she was gone, her fluffy tail closing the door behind her.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "well, I guess then I am a rotten frog bum," mumbled Redvik with amusement after having watched Valria dash out the door in a very childish but also very adorable fashion. He had to admit, he liked this carefree, playful side of her, it made her appear much more like her apparent age than her real age. If he considered that she was much older than he was and still such a child... He smiled at the idea, then put a bit more of the breakfast into his mouth. Unlike her he did not have a wish to wash himself, he wanted to do that once this was done and over with. And thus he calmly finished his breakfast, then gathered their supplies and gear and with a last swig of water he then stepped out of the hut, blinking as he stepped into the sudden, for him, sunlight.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Left to his own devices, Redvik had plenty of time to finish his breakfast and gather their things, only the ever-present throbbing from the curse mark on his neck souring the moment a little. It was easy to forget it was there whenever anything exciting was going on, but the moment he finally had a quiet moment it was as if it came back to the front of his mind and senses, a constant reminder of the very real danger lurking somewhere out in the swamp. Finally ready the man stepped out into the early morning sun, the air this high up much fresher and cleaner than down in the swamplands proper, and the accompanying chill was hardly something he felt at this point.Outside the other three were just finishing up their preparations as well. Valria had managed to get cleaned up a little, her hair and fur still damp from the water, tail flicking away a few droplets with twitchy flings. She'd procured a leather belt from somewhere, and her new knife was sheathed in it safely, leaving only her own bag to take up a hand. Refia was busy helping her father fasten the straps on his leather chest piece, the armor made of rugged leather and scales, while he took the time to tighten leather straps around his clawed hands and wrists. He looked over to Redvik as he stepped outside, giving the other male a short nod. "Good morning, lord Redvik, slept well?" he asked, probably a more rhetorical question, "We'll be ready to go in just a moment. With a decent pace we should be able to reach the Temple before sundown."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik mirrored the nod and also offered a friendly, kind smile as he replied, "I did, thanks for asking. I trust you know much more about this area than I ever will, thus I trust your decision. Shall we go then?"As he spoke he fastened the straps on his gear, made sure his belt was where it should be, corrected the position of his blade and then unconsciously a hand of his went to his neck, pushing slightly against where the repressed mark was located. He couldn't feel it, not consciously, but his inborn magic knew that it was there and never let him forget about it.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Offering him a simple nod in response, Volgrim tightened the last of his gear before placing a hand on his daughter's shoulder in gratitude. "Aye, we best be off," he said, turning to look at the others to make sure that they appeared ready to go. Valria had already finished with what little she had, having stepped over next to Redvik with a beaming smile which might have easily given the morning sun a run for its money. At around the same time Refia threw a simple cloth bag over her shoulder, one hand on its straps and as unarmed as her father. "Good, I'll take the lead. I expect everyone to keep an eye out, while there aren't as many potentially dangerous creatures in the swamp as there once was, the few who still live here are often exceedingly powerful. I would rather not our journey ends before we even make it to the Temple."After one last cursory check that everyone was ready, the former chieftain began to lead the way down the mountain path, walking with all the vigor of a lizard two hundred years younger than he actually was. The simple armor he wore had clearly been crafted specifically for him, the leather fitting so well on him that it might as well have been an extension of his own protective scales. Refia followed after him only a few steps behind, seeming to almost mimic her father in the way he walked and carried himself, her long, tied up hair falling down between her shoulder blades and revealing the curves of her bare back.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: All of a sudden, Redvik felt very inferior to his companions. Refia and Valria both were so desirable and cute and yet at the same time older than him and most likely stronger, with soft curves and just so... clean at the moment. And Volgrim was taller than him, broader, he looked like a true warrior, compared to him who was more of a failed scholar and a failed soldier and not good enough for anything it seemed. Perhaps it was simply because for a while he had gotten used to be the only male around and now suddenly there was this guy who was much more of a male, at least it seemed like that. He squashed that feeling, swallowed it deep down and simply fell into line behind Volgrim and Refia, his face set, his pace keeping up with them. He did, of course, eye Refia for a moment, but then he returned his attention to the surroundings, down the mountain path. He wouldn't want to fall and die... or worse, embarrass himself.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Even caught up in his own thoughts the mountain descend turned out to be quite a bit easier than the climb had been, especially with Volgrim and Refia leading, the pair having likely taken this path an amount of times numbering in the hundreds or even thousands over the past two centuries. While Refia didn't have her father's clawed feet to grasp the rocky terrain with, she showed a remarkable sense of balance and natural agility, her tail moving so naturally in sync with her movements that it may as well have been another fully functioning limb, each step she took perfectly measured and poised. Valria of course didn't quite have that elegance, but she did have her natural magic which allowed her hooves to stick to rock and earth, and she brought up the rear with her usual cheer and exuberance, sticking close to Redvik without interfering with his own progress, often jumping from one jutting rock to the next like a mountain goat.This easier downwards travel meant that it only took them half the time it had taken them to climb it the day before, the small group setting foot on the swampy ground soon enough and wasting no time in moving on through the forest itself. Still dark and gloomy and quite oppressive in its atmosphere, the swamps of Casmaron continued to prove itself a less than ideal host to those who hadn't grown up in it. Volgrim was the first one to break the silence, the large lizardman already leading them down a path which at first glance appeared more dangerous than it was worth, but turned out to be quite doable. "Lord Redvik," he said, as respectfully as he'd always been, looking over his shoulder at the man, "I heard from Lady Valria that you've encountered our resident Kirin. I am quite impressed that you managed to survive that meeting. She has been terrorizing this part of the forest for a very long time, and a great many warriors and beasts have fallen prey to her hunger."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: It was nearly comical to see Redvik try and fail to keep up with and match his traveling companions easy grace with which they mastered the treacherous path they traversed. Her couldn't help it, he was just not that much of a climber and he lacked any natural advantages in this regard and he had grown up in the open plains, surrounded by grassland and woods, he wasn't used to such an environment. He had his own magic and thus was able to make good pace, but still, it wasn't the same. And as much as he wanted to remind himself of this, it was hard for him to shake this slight pang of jealousy inside of himself. As they left the mountain and entered the swampy forest he was nearly happy to be surrounded by dirt and stale water again. Nearly.As Volgrim spoke, Redvik looked up from the path and he listened, stepping over a single rock sticking out of the ground and balancing over a piece of fallen log. He did not reply immediately, instead he slowly thought about it, nodding along. Finally he replied, "Yes... It was more luck than anything though. I did manage to supress the seal she has put on me, but if I slip up she might be able to sniff me out immediately again. I hope that our next encounter will not happen any time soon."
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conversations.value: Salacar: Having gotten at least somewhat familiar with the terrain over the past few weeks, Redvik found little difficulty in keeping up once they hit the swamps, as even the natural benefits of being lizardfolk was subject to the wild, untamed state of Casmaron. Volgrim continued to look ahead even as they talked, but Refia glanced back over her shoulder at Redvik's words, an unreadable expression on her face like she was mulling over what he'd said. Her father was the first to reply, all the while continuing to lead them through the swamp with the speed of a real trailblazer. "Let us hope so," he said, giving a short, thoughtful hum, "That creature simply seeks to consume the essence of powerful prey, a single-minded pursuit which can only be likened to something like a survival instinct." He paused for a moment to break through a patch of vines, using his sharp claws to tear the plant-matter like it was made of paper. "I suppose it is a testament to your potential that she targeted you first, Lord Redvik, for when encountered in a group she has been known to first prioritize the one with the strongest magical essence."Next to Redvik, Valria almost stumbled over her own hooves, though she quickly recovered with a somewhat strained smile of confidence. "W-well, I'm sure she just decided that I would have been more trouble than it was worth," she said, her usual bravado only slightly shaky, "Ye-yeah, that must've been it. She'd probably been hungry for so long that she chose Red as a quick snack first."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: The way Valria reacted made Redvik smirk with amusement, knowing that this had hurt her pride a bit. He gave her a small wink but did not otherwise comment on it, not in this moment. However beyond that he did not really react, he simply nodded in understanding, signaling that he had understood what Volgrim had told him, as he followed after the large lizard man. All the while he kept his eyes and ears open, not wanting to be surprised by something, anything really, coming out of the underbrush. And while he was at it, unconsciously did his hand went to his neck, as if checking if the mark was still repressed. It was.
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conversations.value: Salacar: With the constant reminder of the mark on his neck, and the potential for the chimera hag to cross their path at any moment, it was perhaps not so strange that all of his enhanced senses were sharp and acutely on the lookout for anything of the sort. The sounds of the swamp forest were few and far between, owing no doubt to the scarcity of living creatures in general, and aside from the occasional annoying bug there wasn't really anything to keep an eye out for. That did mean that their trip was thankfully uneventful, only hindered by a few natural obstacles and sidetracking to get around particularly troublesome bits of terrain which proved impossible to cross for those who didn't happen to be lizardfolk.Eventually however they did reach their destination, the sun slowly moving across the sky to indicate that it was late afternoon, and the terrain changing to be more thickly covered with forest than swamps and bogs, though no less oppressing in its atmosphere. Before them the Temple of Dawn broke through the treetops, its apex visible long before the rest of the structure, a stone structure of great size which may well rival the capital palace of Absalom. As more and more of it became visible through the greenery Redvik was able to make out more details of it, namely that the ziggurat-like temple was built with primarily massive slabs of worked stone and decorated with burnished gold and amber.It took them only another short while before they finally reached the edge of the clearing in which the temple sat, and they came to a stop inside a collection of bushes and trees which offered them a clear line of sight to the temple grounds while remaining obfuscated. The great multi-leveled structure loomed above ancestral lizardfolk grounds, a single large staircase leading up the center of it and ending by a platform roughly one fourth of the way up, a pair of large bronze doors barring the way inside. Fetishes and totems of ancient make were arrayed around the temple itself, as were primitive stone structures which had more or less broken down with time, leaving only rock formations of former dwellings or store houses. Of more immediate concern however were the soldiers of the All-Mother, more than a dozen male warriors clad in the full-plate armor they'd seen before, all standing guard outside the temple and currently in the process of cutting down a wave of attacking undead lizardfolk ancestors. They proved to be more than formidable enough for the task, and the primitive lizardfolk weapons were barely able to do more than scratch the expertly made armor of the enslaved male soldiers.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik had to admit, he was impressed by the architechture and the position of the temple. It must have bee hard to build such a structure in the middle of a swamp, cutting the right stone slabs into shape and transporting them here from the gods know how far away must have been an immense task. He could admire such dedication and skill, it spoke of great sophistication and a level of civilization and structure which was currently lacking in the Lizardfolk. From manpower... Well, let's not dwell on it for the time being, yes? Speaking of manpower, there was a fight going on and Redvik immediately went low as they heard the sound of battle, unconsciously weaving some magic around himself to make people look past him. No real invisibility, more like being unnoticed.As he spotted what exactly was going on he cursed under his breath. "Well... that complicates matters a bit..." He looked around, trying to see what exactly was happening, who was in control and so on. In other words, he... watched closely.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Following suit with Redvik his companions also took cover to keep out of sight of the soldiers and undead lizardfolk, Volgrim having to duck behind a tree to avoid having his red coloration stand out among the dark green plant-life. Valria and Refia had a far easier time of it, staying low to the ground while retaining sight of the temple grounds ahead, both of them seeming to mutely nod in agreement with his sentiment. "Hmm, that it does," Volgrim replied a hushed voice, scanning the area ahead for a short moment before pulling his head back again. "If the Angel's servants are already here there's no telling what they might be doing inside the temple, and the ancestors will continue to rise in defense of it without ceasing no matter how many times they are struck down." As Redvik looked around it became evident that the dozen or so enslaved male soldiers were without any kind of officer or leader, simply standing their ground and making sure to cull the number of undead enough that they wouldn't become overwhelmed. It was an obvious stand-still, and one that had likely gone on for some time, neither side seeming to win any ground at all.Valria peered out from between the shrubbery she was hiding behind, giving a thoughtful humming sound before speaking up in a similarly low voice. "How about just forcing our way through? If they're so pre-occupied defending the entrance from the undead it should be real easy to beat em down," she said, glancing towards Redvik for a moment and blinking in apparent confusion before her eyes finally fell on him, "Those guys are chumps without a knight nearby to command them, so it shouldn't be a problem."Following up on her words, Volgrim seemed to consider something for a moment before replying, glancing towards his three companions. "That's certainly an option, although one with a high chance of alerting the enemy to our arrival," he said, tapping one clawed finger against his arm idly, "We might be able to sneak past them since they're locked in combat as they are, and climb the walls of the temple to a side entrance. It would be quite a bit more difficult however, and take longer, but we would remain unseen and the enemy none the wiser of our presence." He looked to Redvik at this. "It is your decision how we proceed, lord Redvik."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: For a short moment Redvik thought about the options given to him, before making a decision. It wasn't a hard decision and he was happy to explain why he decided how he did. "They have ressources we don't have, they can afford to loose their male warriors while we... Well, it one of us is seriously injured it would be bad. Let's climb the damn wall, I'd hate to take unnessary risks."With that said he already slunk away, weaving the magic closer around himself to remain unnoticed and began to half crawl half walk to the side, out of the sight of anyone defending the temple.
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conversations.value: Salacar: While Valria only offered a slight pout in response to Redvik's decision, both Volgrim and Refia simply nodded, all three of them soon following behind him as he began to circumnavigate the melee at the front of the temple. Volgrim was easily the least stealthy of the group, but even he managed to get past the defenders seemingly without being seen, their focus and assignment wholly on repelling the ancestral attackers. It was entirely possible that Redvik's magic influenced how easily they were able to get past, its effect making it very unlikely that one of the soldiers would glance in their direction by accident, and it wasn't like they were on the lookout for them in the first place while still being caught up in combat.Sneaking past the fighters as well as they could the small group soon enough arrived at one side of the temple, its size only further made obvious by their proximity to the great work of art, the ancient images and symbols etched upon it still clearly visible even after all this time. There were the occasional cracks and superficial damage to the structure here and there, quite a bit enough to offer them handholds to aid them in climbing while not looking like time had ravaged it much at all. "Up there," Volgrim said, pointing out a plateau up above with a number of lizardfolk statues lined up along it, adorned with stone weaponry and armor that seemed much more advanced than the kind Redvik had seen the tribes make use of so far, "If we can make it to that level there should be openings leading into the Hall of Trials. We won't be able to reach the inner chambers unless we go through there."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik had already thought that Valria would prefer to fight her way up the stairs, if not for the fact that she preferred a direct approach then at least because she had proposed the idea in the first place and wanted her idea to be chosen by him. Of course his decision had nothing to do with whom he liked more but simple logic. If anything, he had decided against her idea because he liked her and did not want to see her get hurt. Or get hurt in the process himself while we are at it. Having arrived at the side of the temple Redvik was reminded of one or two stories he had read or heard during his time at the university or during his time in the army, he couldn't quite remember. About heroes scaling the enemy walls or brave adventurers sneaking into the villain's fortress or something the like. He scratched his chin, cursing himself for not having grown up in a mountainous region but on flat land, thus his experience in climbing was... well, somewhat limited.Following to where Volgrim was pointing he spotted the statues and nodded in understanding, then he checked if everything was where it should be on his body, tightened his belt one last time, pushed his sword back on his hit a bit so that it would dangle behind him and not on his side, and then grabbed a handhold and began to pull himself up, beginning the ascent. And gods was he thankful for his improved physique, otherwise this would have been torture instead of just hard.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: Little by little Redvik began to scale the ancient temple wall, finding his improved strength and newly acquired ability to enhance his body with magic to be more than a little bit helpful in this task. It was obvious that the structure had never been designed to be climbed in the first place, and only the ravages of time made it possible at all in the first place, offering sufficient handholds and steps to place ones feet. The rest of the group wasted no time in following him, with Refia and Valria following step with Redvik as he sought out the most efficient path up, the girls' smaller bodies doing little to diminish their own strength, and they followed him easily enough. Volgrim was the only one who didn't use that method, his larger hands making it difficult to find any grip on the wall, and instead he simply used his claws, digging them into the decrepit stone where he could and making slower, but also steadier, progress as he hauled his large form up the side of the temple with the others.It took long minutes before they finally reached their destination, and while Redvik didn't exactly feel fatigue at the end of it his breathing was nevertheless heavier and his hands throbbed with pain at the effort. The platform they'd reached was just wide enough that it could hold the lizardfolk statues they'd seen from below, ancient effigies of stone which overlooked the swamps beyond the temple grounds, and it was fairly easy to find places to stand. This particular wall of the temple also had a number of tall windows, devoid of any kind of glass or the like, and opened up into a large chamber. Huge gilded statues of lizardmen wearing full armor and glaives of some sort were arrayed along the sides of the room, double doors in the far end leading out into what was likely the front part of the temple and lighted stone braziers adorning the walls and casting the interior in a warm light.The other half of the room in the direction of the inner chambers was made up of a large set of stairs running up either side, curving down slightly towards the center of the room where a large altar stood, several stone steps leading up to it and the cloth-covered dais. Whatever rituals had once been performed here was difficult to say, as no ritual tools or implements remained in the chamber aside from a staff of burnished black wood and decorated with a golden serpent laying on top of the altar. Of a more immediate concern however, were the room's occupants. Around half a dozen soldiers had taken up position in the room, spread out to cover as much ground as possible. All of them were immobile, save for the sole female human there. A young girl was seated on the steps before the altar, idly kicking her feet with a muted look of boredom on her features. Her long silver hair framed a pair of big blue eyes and delicate features, her white and black top fitting snugly to her petite frame, and she wore a matching skirt along with black thigh high stockings. At her side rested a sword almost the length of her, its turquoise core and silver sheen betraying its masterful craftsmanship.((Silver-haired girl))
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik bit back a curse as he arrived at the top, then turned around to pull Valria and Refia up, at least helping them a bit, and then slipped forward to allow Volgrim some room to step up as well. He rued the fact that they were on a tight timeframe, he would have loved to look around some more in this extraordinary space, and thus he allowed himself only a moment to draw some breath before tiptoing forward again, making sure to be as silent and unnoticable as possible.He slipped into behind one of the statues, half kneeling, and looked down into the guarded area, sighing softly. This was worse than he had thought it would be. He was sure they could deal with half a dozen mindbroken males, but the girl was, as always, an unknown and he did not like such things when his life was at stake. He threw a glance to his companions, as if asking what to do, for he himself wasn't really sure how to proceed.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: Taking up position around Redvik, and making sure to keep out of sight, the others cast a quick glance into the ritual chamber before ducking back behind cover with similar looks of exasperation. "Dammit," Valria said under her breath, reclining on the edge of the platform and using her long tail to keep balanced. She looked up to Redvik for a moment before continuing. "I guess that's the other Squire. Just our luck to have her guarding the one place we need to go. Should we just jump in there and pummel em?"With a deep, thoughtful hum Volgrim remained otherwise silent, seeming to consider their options for a while longer. In fact it was Refia who spoke up first of the pair, glancing towards the males in their group. "We just need to get father inside the temple to fix the curse, right?" she said, though she quickly continued after the rhetorical question. "Then let me and Valria deal with those goons down there. If that silver haired girl is only as skilled as the one who wounded me we should be able to take her down easily enough, and then we can keep reinforcements from pursuing you inside." From the furrowed brow on Volgrim's face it was obvious what he thought of that idea, but instead of rejecting it outright he turned to look at Redvik, clearly awaiting his input.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik wasn't sure if that was a good idea, but... He moved his jaw around in thought, looking at the girls and then back down to the single young woman with her assembled male guards. He scratched his chin, then turned his head back and caught the gaze of Volgrim. it was his daughter, he had a far bigger claim to have to say something in this than he himself had, that's what Redvik thought. But as the Lizardman Chieftain did not seem to have any problems with it, why should he? Thus after a short moment of continued pondering he nodded and then already pulled his gaze away.With a quick glance he made sure that no one was looking into his direction and then, with one hand on his blade so that it wouldn't clank around, he scurried to the next cover, preparing to slip further into the ruins the moment he would get the opportunity. If he could, he would take out a male or two on the way, if it was realistic, but it wasn't his main goal in this endeavor.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: Accepting his decision the large lizardman nodded back, taking up position to enter the chamber in a moment's notice, his claws digging furrows into the ancient stone and his reptilian eyes seeming to focus and sharpen on their destination: the large double doors beyond the stairs at the other end of the room. With their course of action decided, Valria glanced over towards Redvik, whispering in a voice so low that only his enhanced hearing picked it up. "You better not die on me while I'm gone, Red," she said, making it quite clear by the tone in her voice that there would be hell to pay if he did.The small demi-human girl pointed towards Refia, then gestured towards the nearest guards while repeating the motion with herself and the seated girl below them. Satisfied with the nod of agreement she received Valria set her hooves to the stone in a low squat, her hands bracing against the window frame as she stared ahead towards her target. The feeling of Valria's magic washed over Redvik like a familiar wind, and he could see the tell-tale sign of it gathering as it coalesced into ripples over her skin, the girl's orange eyes seeming to alight with a glow for just a moment before she set off in a mighty leap which carried her cleanly across the room. The young squire was the only one to notice her before she struck the ground, though whatever expression she wore was quickly cut off from Redvik as the floor erupted in pillars of rock piercing through it from below. Everything shook as Valria's magic changed the entire layout of the chamber, sudden stone walls creating something very similar to a maze, and effectively cutting off both vision and access for the soldiers to the side of the room Redvik and Volgrim intended to drop down into. Refia was only momentarily taken aback by the show of magical prowess, and quickly dropped down onto the head of the nearest guard, landing with her knees on his shoulders and swiftly breaking his neck without much trouble.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Remind me to never make those girls angry," mumbled Redvik to Volgrim as the whole spectacle started, taken a bit aback by the sheer power and force of it all. Although he had seen just how powerful Valria could be beforehand, it always surprised him again, the fact that so much strength and power was confined into such a tiny girl, a girl he had fucked several times on a semi-regular basis on top of that, always felt new to him. He watched for a second longer, then he swallowed the sensation and slipped forward, steeling himself for whatever would come.During the movement he drew his sword, the slightly curved blade with the single sharp edge feeling good and reassuring in his hand, rushing forward in a half crouched position and deeper into the ruins, unnoticed.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: With the sounds of fighting and metal armor being struck ringing behind them, Redvik and Volgrim set off up the stairs, soon reaching the landing and the ajar stone doors found there. They were decorated by images of lizardfolk in prayer, though there was little time to examine it further as the pair passed through into a long, dimly lit hallway. Only a minute later they reached the end, passing through another set of doors which Volgrim grabbed as they entered, giving a straining grunt as he pulled the doors closed and shutting out the sounds from outside. "Aye, I had not expected lady Valria to possess such power," he said, turning to Redvik while clapping his hands free of dust, "Although I suppose that is to be expected of one of lady Lilith's allies."The new room they'd entered was a religious antechamber of sort, large and spacious enough to hold a delegation of lizardfolk and outfitted with stone benches and still burning braziers. Three more doors lead out of the room, the largest in front of them while the one on the left was already open and revealed stairs leading down into darkness and the one on the right seemed shut with no visible way to open it. "We should be safe here for the moment to catch our breath," Volgrim said, though he showed little sign of fatigue, and instead walked over to a stone rack set in the wall near the left door. Bronze tools of various kinds were arrayed on it, though some had been haphazardly thrown onto the floor with little care, a sight which obviously annoyed the former chieftain greatly. "So little respect for traditions other than those of their Angelic order," he continued, shaking his head before picking up a set of brooches with a strip of leather between them and beginning to attach it to his leather armor.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik rued that they didn't had more time, he would have loved to explore this space a bit more. Perhaps at a later date, once this crisis was taken care off. But then he would be off to his next quest, thus were would most likely be little time for such idleness. And knowing himself, the little time he would have, he would spend preferrably with his cock buried inside some cute girl, he was sure of it. Well, at least he knew his own faults.Out of the corner of his eye he watched Volgrim pick up one of the brooches, attaching it to his leather armor. Without really looking at him but studying the surroundings he then replied, "I have come to understand that it is far easier in any war to demonize your enemy, if not for everyone else then at least for yourself. If you are tasked to kill them, it makes you sleep far better to make yourself believe that they, and everything belonging to them and coming from them, is worse than you and yours, dirty and bad, perhaps even heretic. It's just... mortal psyche."Having said that he cleared his throat a bit, now turning to Volgrim. "What way?"
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conversations.value: Salacar: Having finished what he was doing Volgrim simply nodded solemnly, releasing a small sigh before replying. "Such is the nature of war I suppose," he said, sounding strangely wistful at that, like remembering something that had happened long ago. Without expanding on what he meant he instead turned towards Redvik again, his large hands idly making sure that the brooches - twin serpents of silver - were fastened securely to his armor. "That's the troublesome part," he said, nodding towards the door with no visible way to open it, "The door over there leads directly to the central altar where we must go, but the keystone to open it is gone. It's very likely that the ones who came before us have already used it to gain access, leaving us with some obstacles to get there." He thumbed back over his shoulder towards the stairs leading down, a grim look on his features. "The catacombs below the temple can take us there, but with the ancestors rising from their graves it is certain to be overrun by them. Alternatively," he continued, nodding towards the large central door, "The most direct path is that one. The guardian of this temple resides there, and will only let lizardfolk pass. Any others who wish to go that way must undertake her trials as is custom, and those are likely to be every bit as perilous as the catacombs."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik followed with his gaze to whatever Volgrim was pointing towards, listening to what he was saying. Internally he sighed. Why couldn't things ever be simple? Why did they always had to be complicated in these parts of the world? Why not simply... go in, speak the words, be done? Why a guardian and catacombs and everything else? But fine, apparently that was his life now. He had accepted in beforehand anyway. And thus after a moment of hesitation, in which he scratched his chin, Redvik finally said, "Let's try our, my, luck with the guardian. The ancestors would most likely attack us both and could kill us both, if the guardian has no problem with Lizardmen you will be safe. I hope... No matter what happens, better chances of success."And with that said he put his sword back into the scabbard, straightened his shoulder and with large steps he marched up to the central door. And if Volgrim didn't stop him, he would open it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: "That would certainly be the case," Volgrim replied, likely in response to the comment about the ancestors, stepping up to the doors next to Redvik as he pushed them open, "However I did not want to put all the responsibility squarely on you, as I am afraid I will be unable to help you with whatever the guardian decides to demand from you." Slowly, noisily, the doors opened, stone sliding against stone as Redvik's enhanced strength allowed him to gain entrance easily enough. The chamber that laid beyond was a grand one, a central floor with steps leading up to a raised section along the sides of the room. In each corner of the room were statues of young lizardfolk priestesses in prayer, offering up bowls of glistening gemstones which glowed as if on fire, and at the far side of the room was another door, this one shimmering with green energy."This is the room of the guardian," Volgrim said as they stepped inside, the old chieftain taking a seat by the door and overlooking the lowered section of the chamber. "As soon as you step down into the middle of the room the guardian will show herself, and demand of you a trial or tribute to continue into the temple proper. "I have only seen one such test before, back when I..." he trailed off for a moment, as if he realized he'd been about to say too much, but then simply sighed and shook his head, "back when I came here with my wife and she needed to pass a trial as well. She was given a puzzle, one she solved admirably, but from what I've heard the test is never the same."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Well, thanks for not helping at all, thought Redvik by himself but this did not show on his features at all. Slowly he stepped into the chamber, looking around carefully. It was much more elaborate, as was the whole temple actually, than he had thought the Lizardpeople would have ever build based on what he had seen from them before. What a tragedy, seeing such a advanced civilization brought low by the forces of... well, that fucking angel.He threw another glance at Volgrim, as if thinking, then nodded solemnly and stepped into the middle of the room. There was no way around it, so let's get it over with.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: Apparently not picking up on any of Redvik's annoyance at all, Volgrim remained seated, his arms crossed and back straight as he prepared to witness the trial of the guardian. No sooner had Redvik begun to descend the steps to the central floor before the doors behind them closed, becoming quickly enveloped in the same green light as the exit, though Volgrim didn't even offer it a glance. The air remained quiet aside from a hum in the background and a strange sparking sound from the crystal braziers, like the popping of charcoal even though it only appeared to be rocks and gems. No sooner had Redvik stepped onto the bottom platform before something happened, a similar green light appearing on the floor before him as a series of squares overlapping. Seconds after a green-haired and red-eyed head appeared from the floor, a young lizard girl emerging from it like from water, her stomach, crotch, and arms wrapped in skin-tight fabric with an armored chestpiece and gauntlets with large claws. Her tail and horns too was armored in the strange stone-like material, and lines of energy seemed to criss-cross through the sections of her armor.((The Guardian))
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: When the door closed behind him, Redvik felt as if the door to a tomb had been closed. His tomb. What an utterly horrible and dreadful feeling he wouldn't wish on his worst enemies. He did not falter in his steps and did not slow down, he did not show any outward signs of being nervous or afraid, but fuck he was. Oh how fuck he was, yes. And thus as the chamber around him became more and more spooky and intimidating, he stepped into the middle of the chamber, onto the platform that is, and waited. And he did not have to wait long, the girl, or girl like appearance, did not let him wait long and appeared pretty much immediately.His first thought was: Hmmm, she's cute. His second: Why are all girls in this world cute? And his third: Ah, who cares, she's cute. And will perhaps kill me, so no flirting with the cute sacred guardian even though her rump is most likely delicious.He waited respectfully, not bowing or lowering his head as he was too proud for that, but he did show her the reverance he thought she deserved.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: With supreme poise and an almost noble bearing the girl continued to emerge from the floor, her eyes unblinking and emotionless, as if they were made of actual gemstones and incapable of such base mortal conditions. "Greetings, supplicant outsider, I, the Guardian of Dawn welcomes you in accordance with the celestial guidelines," she said, her voice vibrant and pure, like the ringing of crystals, though it lacked a certain kind of life that was difficult to pinpoint. When finally her feet were expelled from the floor she stood at her full, impressive height. Which was barely half of Redvik's, and given her proportions she appeared more like a child than a mighty guardian of an ancient civilization. Her big, unblinking eyes looked up at him in somewhat awkward silence for a moment, then she raised her large clawed hand towards him with a sort of shaky languor that made it clear that the mere act was tiring to her. "I will have you know that my body was created at a time when the lizardfolk race was much smaller." A kind of dull tiredness had entered her voice, almost making it sound lazy. She waved her hand idly for a few moments, then simply let it drop to her side half-heartedly. "..." Her dim red eyes continued to gaze at him for a moment longer, as if waiting for the punchline to a joke. "... I would like it if the supplicant could sit down so I would not need to continue looking up at him."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: The size of the guardian was not exactly a factor which made Redvik think less of her, after all Valria could comfortably sleep on top of him and she could easily break his spine, he was sure of it. What was more unnerving for him were her unblinking eyes, reminding him a bit of a snake that was staring at her next meal. Or something of the like. Her voice thought... That was surprising, in a positive way though.As she then asked him to sit down, Redvik needed a moment to actually realize what she meant. For a second he entertained the notion of offering her to bring her a box to stand on, but then he nodded simply and knelt down. A moment later he sat, with his legs folded under him, sitting on his lower legs, his back straight, his hands on his knees, his eyes not leaving the guardians face for a second.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: The guardian watched him wordlessly as he pondered her request, then finally sat down on the floor, her eyes following him all the way. When he'd finally settled in however it turned out that he was still slightly above her eye level, and a brief emotion of might have been an almost childish annoyance crossed the girl's face before it was gone again. With a slight furrowing of her brow the guardian attempted to, as covertly as she could, stand up a little taller, clearly hoping that he wouldn't notice and quickly realizing that he undeniably would. She placed one large gauntlet in front of her mouth, coughing into it innocently while lowering herself from her toes. "That will do, supplicant," she said, eyeing him once more like nothing had happened which might have embarrassed her. "I see that you are a reasonable and understanding person. Know that I appreciate this." Then she turned silent, continuing to look at him expectantly, as if he was the one who was supposed to make sense of the situation.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Understanding how sometimes superior beings, imagined to be superior or actually being superior in whatever-nature, could be a bit sensitive about specific things, Redvik did not comment on the small lapse of perhaps arrogance or ego or simply annoyance which had prompted the girl, guardian, to try to appear taller. He only held back an amused smile, he did not want to give her the impression that he was laughing at her or anything. Which he was. Internally only."I am honored by your praise my Lady," he then replied, his voice even and calm, even respectful. He could be charming if he wanted to and he had learned how to speak to people of higher status, both skills which he employed now. "My Lady, I am honored and appreciate it that you take your time to test me in these most holy of halls. However, as much as I do not wish to appear rude or impatient, time is sadly of the essence. One who is very dear to me is in danger and the sooner we can lay the ancestors to rest again, the sooner I can return to her side. I beg humbly for forgiveness if I have offended you, but I see sadly no alternative to the path I have chosen."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: For a long moment the guardian gazed at Redvik after he'd finished talking, like she was still processing the words, before finally she tilted her head to the side, the tip of one of her armored horns alighting with a soft blue glow. "I doubt there is anything you can do to offend me, supplicant," she said, her voice taking on a more mellow tone, each word filled with the odd timbre from her initial greeting. "Know this. The moment your trial commenced there was only ever one path for you, and it is one you will walk for a hundred years should you fail it. Time will not be a relevant factor in this." Her gaze traveled away from him finally, glancing behind him towards where Volgrim was sitting. If Redvik followed that gaze it soon became clear what she'd meant: Volgrim had frozen entirely, the lizardman staring ahead silently and unblinking, a strange haze surrounding him. Or rather, the haze wasn't something around him Redvik soon discovered, rather it was the result of some sort of translucent cube which had appeared around the central floor, containing only the guardian and Redvik inside.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Redvik did need a moment to understand what the girl, guardian, meant, but as he did... He blinked, surprised. Everything around him was frozen in time. Or more like, he was set in a bubble or cube of different moving time. This was more than anything else he had experienced so far and though subtle, it was... astonishing. He blinked again, not really sure how to respond to that. Slowly he looked around, trying to gather his thoughts. Finally he nodded and mumbled, "Hmmm... neat."His reaction was a bit underwhelming, but to be fair, it was... a lot.For a second longer he stared at Volgrim, before returning his gaze to the guardian, slowly working his jaw. "Great... Sooo... We have all the time in the world I guess. Still, I would like to prove myself worthy before doing anything else, I hope you understand my Lady. Thus, I ask of you humbly that you enlighten me how I can prove myself worthy to you."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: The blue light from the tip of her horn went out, and for a moment it looked as if she was about to hum in deep thought, though it only ended up with her staring at him for a moment longer. It was difficult to discern her thought process at all, or her emotions for that matter, but eventually she did seem to return to the present so to speak. "In accordance with the celestial guidelines I must test you on your worth, your prowess and cunning, strength and intelligence, for only those deemed suitable by the guardian may enter the inner sanctums of the Temple of Dawn," she said, grandiose in both voice and speech, her arms raised with palms turned upwards in a gesture of reverence to whatever the celestial guidelines were. "..." Once more she fell silent, almost perceptively so, until finally her arms fell to her sides again as if in surrender. "This time around I'm supposed to play a game with the supplicant... but..." she continued, sounding equal parts lazy about it and unsure, "I've already played every game in my memory, and my lizardfolk caretakers have not seen fit to update my catalog in over two hundred years." For a moment it looked as if she was just going to give up on the idea, but then a momentary gleam in her otherwise dull eyes made her perk up, gazing at Redvik with something akin to expectancy. "So, supplicant seeking my approval, I will grant you an unprecedented honor. Share with me a game we can play on equal footing, and if you win I'll see it as proof of your worth."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Hmm, now this... Immediately the mind of Redvik went to something lewd. He had of course some ideas what kind of game he would like to show her and what he could do with her. But that... Would it offend her? Would that be fitting for a test like this? Would he be disqualified? Thus he squashed the thought for the time being, as hard as it was for him. Slowly he nodded then, humming in thought. "I understand... The problem is, the games of my childhood and youth are hardly fitting as they would either require a far larger space than we have available, as well as some horses perhaps, or would be hardly fair as I of course know them so much better. Thus perhaps..."And then he had an idea, a thought coming to him. "My Lady, if I may ask, are you able to procure anything we would need for any game I can choose?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: Waiting patiently for him to come up with something, the girl remained silent and watching while he thought about it, and then replied with a nod as he posed his question. "Indeed," she said, not seeming particularly bothered about the question, "The temple can provide most anything from our stock of offerings, or create whatever is required from the materials surrounding the temple grounds." As if to demonstrate she lifted her hand up palm down, a series of squares made of green energy appearing on the floor like they had before when she'd showed up. Only moments later a perfectly crafted wooden pedestal began to emerge from it, and on top of it was an equally well-made stone chess set with the pieces made to look like lizardfolk of various occupations. The guardian looked back at him with the same kind of unreadable expression. "However, please remember that the game must be something I've not yet played during a previous trial. I will reject anything that does not meet this criteria, but aside from that anything works if it can be qualified as a game."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Wellllll..." Redvik drew out the sound, scratching his chin as he said it. And then slowly his expression turned into a broad, cheeky smile. "Have you ever played Yarisrelf Five?"Yarisrelf Five was sort of like a poker game, just with some variations. Very popular among soldiers in the army he had served in and it usually involved loot, the soldiers salary or some other wagers. It wasn't needed, but certainly the tradition way to play. In essence it was rather simple and it was more about bluffing and trying to outsmart the other player than anything else.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Salacar: It took a moment longer for the guardian to answer, seeming to mull it over with that strange expression of hers and somewhat uncertain glances towards the ground and Redvik's face. Finally she looked back up at him, her long, armored tail making a short twitching motion. "I have not," she said simply, though there was something like excitement in the tone of her voice, "How do you play it? Will we need anything in particular?" Once more she raised her hand out, preparing to conjure up whatever would be needed for the game. Aside from exotic materials or mechanical devices there didn't appear to be any limit to what the temple could produce, and she gladly did so for anything Redvik requested.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Perfect. Perhaps he could twist this to his own advantage. Clearing his throat Redvik thought about how to best to explain, before he began to explain what they needed. A standard deck of playing cards of course and otherwise that was that. Which meant he explained what a standard deck of playing cards actually was, as he did not think she knew that. Completely different culture and all that. Once they would have that, he began to explain the rules, which were rather simple and straight forward... for a card game played by adults that is.
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conversations.value: Salacar: It took the guardian a little while longer to properly be told what playing cards were, and then to be taught the rules of the game, the armored parts of her horns and tail continuing to flow with that magical blue energy, as if to indicate her mind at work. Less than two minutes later she'd produced a set of playing cards to the exact specification that Redvik had wanted, turning them over to him from the palm of one of her clawed gauntlets. "Thank you for teaching me about cards," she said, having grasped the concept of them rather quickly, "They are not something I was familiar with, but some old lizardfolk games involve the use of polished bark with symbols on them. I surmise that the general concept is the same. So," she said, turning her attention fully back to Redvik, those red gemstone eyes of hers seeming to almost twinkle with excitement although her expression did not, "please proceed. Is there anything else that needs to be covered about the game?"
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: The girl was adorable, in a strange way. She was also a very powerful being and Redvik was not so stupid to risk his own health and even life because he wanted to get his dick wet... No, yes, he was that stupid. Sometimes. He had to squash and push those thoughts forcefully from his mind as he watched the cute girl look at him, smiling at her in a pleasant, friendly manner.He reached out and took the set of playing cards, beginning to play a bit with them and then to skillfully mix them. And he was good at that, even better than he had been before he now realized. He had been a student and a soldiers, both occupations with lots of opportunities to develop this skillset. And with his newly improved dexterity and senses... Wow, he could be a professional gambler he realized. Still, he did not think too much about this and instead began to explain the rules. "Every player get's five cards and there are five cards in the middle. You do not show your own cards to your contrahent, but the ones in the middle are unveiled. Every turn you can change one of your own or all of your own for one or all in the middle. Or you refrain from trading, when all players do that in one round the cards in the middle are taken out and replaced by new ones. And of course the goal is to get the highest possible combination of cards. However..."He already began to distribute the cards as he then began to explain the little tricks and niceties of the game. In the end, it was as much of a mind- and tactics game as it was a card game.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Paying attention to his words and movements the guardian seemed to take it all in with a strange kind of focus, her eyes observing his hands and the cards as he dealt them while she remained quiet. It looked a lot like a child paying close attention to a teacher, or a puppy being instructed in something, the lights in the girl's armor flickering on and off or coursing through the stone sections like thoughts made physical. "Hm, hm," she hummed in response to his explanation, nodding her head along in a way that made her reactions seem much more normal now. Glancing down at the cards she grew thoughtful for a moment, then looked to her clawed gauntlets before closing and opening one of them idly before coming to a conclusion.With the sound of mechanical clicking the upper sections of her gauntlets snapped open, allowing the heavy gauntlets to drop from her limbs with a heavy clanking, revealing strangely human, five-fingered hands as opposed to the three fingers all other lizard-girls he'd seen so far had. They were still covered in the shoulder-length gloves that had been visible where the gauntlets had ended, and she flexed her small hands for a moment as if to work the muscles properly. "I came to the conclusion that I would not have the necessary dexterity to properly handle the cards with my gauntlets on," she said simply, glancing up at him again before taking a seat cross-legged on the ground, looking down at the cards expectantly and picking up hers. It was even more obvious now that her gauntlets were off just how slender she was, the skin-tight suit only accentuating her curves even more.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: It was hard to ignore the voice inside of Redvik which told him to trick her and to fuck her, but he managed it. For the time being. Because, fuck, she was adorable with these delicate, exotic features and those big, cute eyes, her face all stern and set in concentration.His eyebrows rose a bit as she put off the large gauntlets, her slender hands now visible to him, so much more fitting for this whole endeavor. And for her. He smiled at her, not missing for a second how slender and petite she was. He bet she would look good on his cock... No, not know, no such thoughts. Concentrate. "As a single game can be rather short, let's put up wagers, shall we? It's sort of an informal rule of the game, you have to place a bet. Usually money, but as we don't have those and even if wouldn't have use for it, anything will do. Equipment, services, even the cloth we are wearing. You understand?"as he spoke he picked up his own cards and unveiled the five cards in the middle. Hmmm, his hadn't wasn't great, but perhaps he could do something with it. He would see.
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conversations.value: Salacar: As the guardian glanced at her own cards she began to idly sway side to side, though from the looks of it it was more of a subconscious action than anything else, and she stopped as soon as Redvik posed his question. The little lizardgirl gazed up at him with that unreadable expression again, yet somehow Redvik got the sense that there was something in his words that had caught her interest. "That's agreeable," she said, not spending any time at all processing his idea, "So the winning condition is whenever the other party is unable or unwilling to comply with a request of equipment or act, and of course any requests must be limited to what is able to be performed within the confines of the trial space. Does this sound agreeable to the supplicant? I will also submit an addition to the rule: that a participant can give up a piece of equipment instead of performing an act, as to further discourage impossible requests from their opponent."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "Agreed, that sounds fair," said Redvik with a smile. "Shall we play two rounds for you to get a hang of the game before we start for real? I want to win, after all I want to prove myself worthy, but I really wouldn't want to have such an unfair advantage."Of course he would still have the advantage IF she was like a rather normal mortal being in this regard. It would some practice to pick up the tricks of the game, it always did. What went unsaid was for instance that it was just as much about spoiling the contrahent's tactic as it did to play your own game. And tricking them into thinking what you were doing. But such went unsaid.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Instead of nodding her head to his proposal she instead shook it, not appearing particularly worried about such a handicap. "There's no need, I've already heard the rules and should be fine as is," she said simply, though whether it was because she was confident or just naive was very difficult to discern considering her rather emotionless demeanor, "We can start whenever you're ready," she continued, somewhat clumsily handling her cards, like a little kid playing their first game in the local tavern. Although by her posture and speech she could've been an ace already, and she had a very impressive pokerface indeed.
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: Wether it was her posture or her pokerface, Redvik did actually believe her that she was ready. After all, what did he know, right? She was a very old magical being, she could, for all he know, be an old card-shark and just pulling his leg here. He did not know. For a moment he hesitated longer, then he nodded. "Fine. But don't say I did not warn you," he said with a smile that grew into a smirk. "I won't go easy on you just because you are cute."That was of course part of the game, trying to rattle the adversaries cage a bit. Perhaps it would work, he had no idea. But nothing against trying it, right?"Fine. I wager a foot massage. If I lose, I will give you a foot massage. Is that to your agreement?"
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conversations.value: Salacar: While his words didn't evoke any visible reaction from the guardian, the way she tilted her head to the side in slight confusion was indeed cute. "We wager on our loss? That is an interesting way of doing it," she said, glancing down towards her feet and the intricate boots she wore, clearly crafted in the same way as her gauntlets, "Then... if I lose, I will give the supplicant my boots. Is that a fair wager? I should note that I'd be willing to trade back anything of mine for equipment more useful to you once we've finished your trial."
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conversations.value: Prof. Dr. Naimis: "That is a fair wager I would say," agreed Redvik with a smile. And damn, he already had an idea what he could do with her. It had been some time since he had played it like this and back then it had been him stripped to nothing but his left boot, and he had no idea how that had happened back then, in the end.And then with a smile he began to play... and to talk. "You know, I learned how to play this when I was, I don't know, seven or eight or so. My big brother always beat me, he was kind off a jerk at times and..." He talked in a casual voice as he began to change around cards and watch what his cute opponent was doing, aiming to get as much points as possible before she could do the same and then force the opening of the hand. In other words, end the round. And he did it while he talked, trying to keep her distracted a bit. Not flirting, not yet, but that would came later.
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conversations.value: Salacar: Launching into their first round, Redvik immediately began to regale the guardian with stories of his youth, something which would likely have just merely distracted anyone else, but in this case it actually appeared as if she was caught so much up in his story that she barely managed to concentrate on the game. The armored parts around her horns were constantly blinking and shifting with those blue lights, and the way her head moved it was clear that she was hanging on to every word he spoke. When the points were tallied up and it turned out she had lost, the little guardian couldn't keep a hint of a frown from her expression, though it was barely noticeable. "It looks like I might have been too hasty in claiming an understanding of the game," she said, her emotions unreadable as she placed her cards down again to be shuffled, though she gave a small, imperceptible sigh, "I failed to realize that there might be more to this than just the cards. That is my own fault." Moving her hands to her armored boots the girl clicked something on either side of them, the stone-like sections snapping off in turn like they had with her gauntlets, and with two short tugs she freed her feet from the footwear. They too were more human-like than those of other lizard-girls, and still covered in the knee-length stockings she wore tight against her legs. She idly curled her toes a little as she handed the boots over to Redvik, though it seemed more like an instinctual action than anything intentional on her part. "The first round is your victory. What will the supplicant wager next?"