a few rogues and even a few refugees paused at the odd sight of a wooded rickshaw being pulled into the encampment by three full animated and well armed skeletons. a man clad in black leather the passenger's seat. he in his late thirties with a long white hair and gristle beard and sat next to what looked like spoiled of the battle field, , broken armor and blood stained swords. he was reading a book and running an amulet over in his fingers. the amulet was carved with runes and he could feel the pulse of magical energies within it. sadly the book offered him no real answers as to what the item was supposed to do.<br/><br/>The wagon came to a stop and the man put his book away and hoped out of the cart as his skeletons started securing the wagon to next to a parked merchant wagon.<br/><br/>the necromancer patted a skeleton on the shoulder. "okay, you, gather up the swag, see if anyone willing to offer a good price."<br/><br/>he looked to another skeleton who was milling passed him. "here, show this amulet around, see if you can find some one that can appraise it." he said handing it the amulet and small purse of gold<br/><br/>the skeleton gave and obeidiant nod and started off.<br/><br/>"and don't sell it this time." he called after the skeleton, not sure if the skeleton understood him or not. necromancy was such a trail and error art.<br/><br/>several refugees watched uncomfortably as the strange scene played out. necromancy for a long time had been a banned practice in the magical arts, however in dark times like these it seemed hard to pin and old law on an unpopular art when there were far more dangerous things in in the world.<br/><br/>"There better be a pub." the necromancer muttered as he change his gloves ignoring the gazes of those around him. it was along and hard day, well maybe not too hard, the skeletons could handle nearly anything, but it was long, and he felt he deserved a good drink.<br/><br/><br/>****<br/><br/>Andariel back on a throne of bones. she smiled at the two goat men having their pleasure with a young rogue woman, her arms chained in the air above her, sobbing as the goat men roughly fucked in front and behind. the demoness started to stroke her own hardening nipples as the rogue started to sob in pain and even pleasure as she started to cum. "do scream my dear... you sister of the Sighless Eye must be getting softer, I remember when you were soo much harder to break...." she chided and started the started to stroke herself.<br/><br/>The poor rogue maoned as the goat man in front licked her neck and grabbed her ass as she fucked her, the other fucked her ass while fondling her large breasts. the poor rogue sobbed as she felt herself cumming again, why did this turn her on so? her face flushed with sahmed she screamed out a she came and fleet the goat men climax with her, nearly filling her to over flowing with demonic seed.<br/><br/>but is wouldn't be over it was never over....<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>Meilee, bent over trying to fix of the laces in her boots, the naive rogue, so accustomed to being with her sisters didn't even realized what a view she was giving the nearby caravan as her leather bloomers rode temptingly up of her firm, juicy ass. she straightened up and smoothed out her long red hair. her leather corset barely contained her large firms breasts, she blushed thinking about a time when a few male mercenaries chuckled at her, on caressing her bare tanned legs and hips before spanking her.<br/><br/>it was a disrespectful gesture and by all rights she should have retaliated. but she didn't, it wasn't that she wasn't bothered by the encounter, she was very bothered by it. something about a man's touch... she remembered staggering away frustrated and blushing, not knowing how the act, then thinking about it all day after.<br/><br/>there were more men in the camp now, more coming every day it seemed, and her body felt more and more on edge, it felt hotter.<br/><br/>Meilee wasn't alone though.<br/><br/>The rogues seldom saw visitors let alone men, most sister's learn to turn their carnal frustration into frenzied passion on the battlefield. it was part of what made a rogue a strong fighter, and why they were forbidden to fornicate.<br/><br/>however, that rule was easier to follow when their weren't so many men around to fornicate with. even Meilee found herself swaying her hips a little more conspicuously these days...