<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">INTRO</div><div class="spoiler_body">This d&amp;d adventure is set in a pulp-styled sword and sorcery universe with scantly clad heroines, peril, gratuitous nudity and monstrous creatures along with depraved villains looking to have their way with them and put their vile offspring into them. The heroines live in a chauvinistic world and brave the dangers of wilds and dungeons and evil religions for glory and treasure, or simply survival.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">House rules</div><div class="spoiler_body">-Should consensual sex happen, rules are not used, only rp.<br/>-For nonconsensual sex, every round or every post the character needs to make a lust save. This is exactly like a death save, but with different outcomes and they can be made and failed while the character has hit points. Three successes mean the character gets a chance to defend herself or escape. Three failures mean they are completely at the mercy of their attacker.<br/>-Sex acts are a common currency in the world. Items, training and information can be obtained by bargaining sexual favors. Some classes might also resort to these to gain or regain class features.<br/>-The first time in every combat when a heroine drops to one-half their max hit points or lower, she suffers a wardrobe malfunction. This doesn't modify her statistics but once it happens enemies can try to grab and assault them even while they have hit points remaining, forcing lust saves. Clothing and armor can automatically repaired/fixed on short or long rests.<br/>-No XP. Getting into combat is generally a bad thing. A form of milestone advancement is used and gaining levels might require training or learning.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Races</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Native races: </strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Human:</span> The most common civilized mortal race in the world. They are citizens of the True Empire that existed for millenia, paying tribute to and ruled by the Dragon Emperor. The Empire spans the known world and the rule of the Emperor is absolute to the point he is considered a deity residing in the world of mortals. Once a year during the largest celebration, the dragon emperor assumes his true draconic form and flies from his palace so his people may bask in his terrifying glory. He otherwise rarely intervenes personally and tales speak of him wearing the shape of a human while residing in the royal palace. Audiences are granted only to the Grand Vizier and the Imperial Champion, as well as a select few servants living in the castle their entire lives. Within the Empire there are few laws and most crimes are punished by death on the spot unless an agreement can be made during the criminal and the victim, in which case the criminal is still branded.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Half-Elf:</span> The offspring of a human and an elf (any subrace) parent. May be subjected to negative discrimination in certain parts of the world but otherwise treated as a citizen of the empire.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Invader races:</strong></span><br/><br/>Ages ago, portals connecting the world with the feywild opened and elven conquerors attempted to invade and subjugate the Empire. The war failed and the fey lords were driven back by the Emperor. The remaining elves were either forced back to the feywild only to return centuries ago peacefully as allies this time, or some were stranded in the world, facing hostility from all folk and becoming a myth, living in secluded areas as nomadic, tribal folk that abandoned the old arcane ways and rediscovered magic by tapping into the land.<br/> <br/><span class="bbc_u">High Elf:</span> A descendant of the planar conquerors and masters of the arcane who were crushed ages ago. They hail from the feywild and joined the world as explorers, emissaries or scholars. In place of a pantheon, they serve the fey lords who wield near limitless power in their home domain of the feywild. Their society is in its golden age, with floating citadels in the feywild and smaller communities in imperial cities on the material plane. All sexualities are accepted in their society and marriage doesn't exist as an institution, since most high elves tend to be polyamorous or rarely commit to a single partner long-term.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Wood Elf:</span> People descended from elves who were stranded on the material plane after the great war. They are a reclusive, nomadic people. While they became tolerated over time, it is mostly thanks to them living in isolated tribes, only rarely interacting with people of the empire. They all but faded into myth, and while there are always individuals or groups more willing to cooperate with communities, there are places where the average citizen never met or heard of an elf outside of tales. Their society is tribal with many unique customs, such as ceremonially mating for life and the mates sharing a single vote on matters affecting the tribe. While different sexualities and multiple partners are accepted in their society, bondmates can only take a vow if they are able to produce offspring to ensure the future of the tribe.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Altered races:</strong></span><br/><br/>Some races are not born naturally and come to be through external influence, unusual or otherworldly unions, unique circumstances or some sort of alteration. These races are as a result never born, and are unable to produce offspring.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Aasimar(Holy One):</span> During the union of a mortal and a celestial, the soul of the mortal creature is annihilated and in rare occasions the empty vessel becomes host to part of the celestial spirit involved with a union. In these cases the mortal body doesn't die, but is placed in a coma for a year and a day, not requiring and food, water and is perfectly preserved. During this time, physical traits may alter and at the end of the period the new entity awakens with no memories of the previous life of the host body, but with the knowledge of speech, and skills and traits that might be reminiscent of what the mortal or celestial creature possessed. As such, they are "born" as completely new beings but with the skills and mind of a young adult. Holy ones do not age and are immortal unless killed. They can also safely mate with angels, as they have just enough celestial heritage to be immune to the fatal effects of the angel's climax.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Tiefling(Cursed One):</span> During the union of a mortal and a fiend, the fiend may decide to consume the soul of the mortal creature, annihilating it forever. Should the creature decide not to, through some pact or its own cruelty, the mortal survives (though usually in critical condition) and mutates through the next night, enduring unimaginable pain as their body transforms into a more fiendish form, forever marked as possession of the fiend that caused the transformation. The benefits of this horrific transformation is eternal life, however the price is eternal servitude. Cursed Ones do not age and are immortal unless killed. However, upon death their soul is taken by their fiendish patron to be tortured for eternity. For this very reason cursed ones try desperately to avoid their doom. The only possible way for them to rest in peace is union with a celestial, which annihilates their souls but prevents the fiend from laying claim to it.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Dark Elf:</span> First emerging during the great war, some elves volunteered to undergo experiments to empower them as warriors and spellcasters. The result of these alchemical and dark alterations were the dark elves. Through originally the method was known only to certain elven lords and archmages, the secret was found out and many others learned the secret arts, often enforcing it on unwilling subjects who were then broken or brainwashed into service. The alteration process kills any non-elf creature subjected to it, and even elves are rendered sterile after undergoing the ordeal. Such alteration takes months and several doses of chemicals and enchantments applied to the subject, causing violent reactions in the body and often damaging the mind. Only one of five elves undergoing the ritual survives to emerge as a fully capable deadly dark elf. The others either die from the chemicals or are driven insane, committing suicide before the mutation finalizes.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Genasi(Child of Air/Earth/Fire/Water):</span> Sexual with an elemental being is usually fatal simply due to the fact that they can only exist temporary in the material plane, and their native environment is deadly to mortals without the right preparation and spells at bare minimum. However, rare rituals might exist in secret that can bind the essence of such beings to mortals, however doing so alters the personality of the host at least, their nature reflecting that of their bonded element more closely. They can no longer bear offspring and when their lives come to an end their remains are transformed and consumed in a torrent of elemental magic.</div></div></div></div><br/>Inspirational images:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e3/a1/de/e3a1deb7e6b7a91744083d119424d13c--julie-bell-conan-the-barbarian.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b7/fd/0a/b7fd0a81d119142937448956c0df1cfd--fantasy-illustration-arabian-nights.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/38/1e/7c/381e7c78a9863fc87bcf6cb8544d373a.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40J3N0kW3rs/TyAbp2gJ7BI/AAAAAAAAEQc/De1GrBHHk-k/s1600/image027.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://a137.idata.over-blog.com/300x421/2/45/52/81/2_Maitresse/Maitresse_200910_007_demone.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/6a/35/dd/6a35dd033847c2ed21776bf777a68fb8.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/c5/09/97/c509971f8e15524f49d62dd4b41b7f36--pulp-art-fantasy-art.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/76/cd/a1/76cda1f222498d8f0df762f2058b5d51--julie-bell-boris-vallejo.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/aa/9c/78/aa9c78236ac2f58c5af968f14c4046db.jpg)</div></div></div></div><br/><br/>Hectavia regained consciousness with a terrible sense of vertigo and dizziness, feeling the world twisting and pulsing around her. The terrible pain that wrecked her body before was now a distant ache, and the cruel grip of hunger and thirst also seemed to have eased on her.<br/><br/>Moments passed until she was able to comprehend her position, feeling a rough, wet stone slab against her back, and open air with a slight breeze on her skin. Forcing her eyes to open was almost agonizing at first, the light of the open sky, even though clouded proving sharp to her eyes after nearly a week of captivity in a dank, dark cell without any windows of light sources.<br/><br/>Once her senses readapted and she started to move her limbs, which were all still attached. For a moment she had to wonder why that was surprising, but flashes of her agonizing experience came to her, as she recalled sealing the infernal pact with the only offering she had to give as a disgraced and imprisoned noblewoman. She survived the ordeal somehow and the fiend didn't consume her soul... only to leave her spent and exhausted, used and cast aside, wrecked with pain as her body started to change, to a point where all she knew was the agony of her transformation. She was unsure if the merciless rape the fiend subjected her to destroyed part of her or mutilated her body, because the aftermath was even worse. In the end, her body knit itself back together and she was remade in the image of her patron.<br/><br/>As Hectavia sat up from what she now realized was a stone altar, she could identify her surroundings and perceive the condition of her body. She was somehow, lying atop this block of rough stone, naked as the day she was born without any equipment, weapons or usable items nearby. The altar was standing atop a cliff overlooking the ocean, giving her enough of a view as she looked around to grasp that she was stranded on an island.<br/><br/>Island...the word jogged her memory of recent events a bit more. She was lying in her cell, in her own tears, blood and ungodly fluids as the sorcerer king's guards unlocked the door and mused. Though there was some confusion about her, the mage recognized her and must have concluded what happened to her as he chuckled cruelly, taunting her at the futility of her actions, trading one set of chains for another. He then tried to explain to her, that for her crimes, she was sentenced to a prison island, to be used and bred by the creatures that inhabited its wilds. He said that the entire island was surrounded by magic and that it would enslave her to the point where her mind would break, and alter her body so it would take the offspring of anything that claimed her. He also told her there was a single way to escape, a magical gateway atop the mountain peak, and that if she could reach it, she would be granted one wish within his power, most likely a pardon from her sentence.<br/><br/>Even after escaping, the world was unkind and perhaps ending her life now would be a quicker, cleaner end. There was a long drop to jagged rocks and certain death towards the ocean, and she realized the stone and cliff around her were wet from recent rain, some of the rainwater still in puddles nearby. As she got up from the alter and took a few steps, she glimpsed her reflection within, her appearance altered by the curse she took willingly upon herself. A reminder, that she was forever marked by her fiendish patron who offered her power and eternal life as long as she wasn't killed. All in exchange for owning her for all eternity afterwards. No, not even death would release Hectavia, unless she found a way to avoid what fate awaited her with the fiend. She had to live to even try to change it.<br/><br/>Following the coastline with her gaze, she could see something like a village in the distance, though she couldn't make out any details, other than there was a cluster of structures that resembled what she imagined to be makeshift huts. Following the coast to the other side she saw a large forest lying for as far as she could see, with what looked like a ranger's or hunter's cabin, much closer by than the settlement in the distance.<br/>From her current position, only one path led towards the land and away from the cliff, to an old road that looked unused and twisted along hills, and a wooden post of somekind with a crumpled sheet full of writing she couldn't make out from here. Far, far in the distance ahead, she could see the dark shape of a tall, black mountain, its tip capped in snow.<br/><br/>She estimated that if she reached the old trail she could circle down towards the coast and head in either direction that seemed inhabited, though at the same time that didn't mean they were welcoming or safe for a naked woman, if everything on the island wanted to breed her. Even if not, any group of men would certainly try to rape her at least, as the world was very unforgiving towards her sex, and she had no wealth or position to shield her from the barbarians scum that were the majority of the human population.<br/><br/>Finding anything to clothe or protect herself would likely go a long way, but even better if she could find a weapon or muster the insidious power she felt welling up inside herself since she accepted the devil's gifts.<br/>She was at the moment, completely exposed on a tall cliff though, and her strength has returned to her, so she was able to move and act. There was no reason not to, and her most immediate options were traveling to either the cabin at the edge of the forest, the village by the coast, or follow the trail into the hills, going deeper into the island.<br/><br/>Before deciding any of that, she'd have to reach the old path with the sign, that she recognized was a warning to travelers, or rather new arrivals, written on an old parchment, using blood instead of ink and kept in place by a single nail.<br/><br/><em>Exile beware!<br/><br/>Three of us arrived on this cursed island as punishment for defying Mord Jalazar of Anfaigh.<br/><br/>Donna the swordswoman was overpowered by a monster, defiled on the spot where she was defeated. Her screams turned into moans as vile seed filled her, and soon she was begging to give birth to her conqueror's offspring. Her mind was gone, and unless her body expired she is still bringing more monsters into this world. Beware the monsters, beware the men of the island.<br/><br/>Kaliope the priestess found a way to a city on the far end of the island, inhabited by men who are no better than beasts. We needed supplies in order to try and travel for the portal and feared they would just overpower us and rape us. The rule of the island binds their hands in that matter, but they demanded... favors, using our bodies for their amusement and pleasure. Kaliope as a holy one can not conceive a mortal child, so she agreed to everything, a sacrifice to get us the needed items and services. She allowed one of the brutes to fill her loins and lost her mind, when I saw her much later, she was but a slave, an animal in heat clinging to her master, belly heavy with child. Beware the curse of the island, and remember that nothing is free.<br/><br/>I found my body heating up, desire and pain both clawing at me when I defy the urges that I know are not my own. Despite my love for Kaliope, in the city I had no other choice but to do favors for the men. I received their seed in payment, not in my womanhood for that would have slain my mind, but as nourishment, as remedy from the madness. I despaired when I realized that the longer I remained without the essence of a male sustaining me, the magic of the island would drive me insane with lust that I can not satisfy without... <br/>Every action and inaction here brings you closer to your doom.<br/><br/>With the last of my resolve, I write this as a warning to any unfortunate woman sent here by the sorcerers in the future. The curse of the island will erode your will and sooner or later your will meet the fate the mages condemned you to. If you are with others, stay together and protect each other. The males will either hunt you or try to trick you, but without them you will go mad with insatiable lust.<br/><br/>I lack the strength to go on. There is supposed to be a way to escape but I see no ways of reaching it. I am unable to bring myself to end my life, so I have decided not to resist the terrible urge any longer. At sunset I will wander into the wilds and surrender to the first thing that will have me. Perhaps intoxicated in the blissful ignorance of pleasure, my release will be more merciful.<br/><br/>-Alvera, former treasure hunter</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hectavia has no weapons, armor, clothing, arcane foci, components or items on her whatsoever at the start of the adventure. She starts at max hit points and perfect condition, however she is subject to the <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Curse of the Island</div><div class="spoiler_body">-The character can be impregnated by any species, and doesn't gain any benefit from contraceptives.<br/>-Upon insemination, the character is magically cursed to fall in love with her partner and abandons any notions of adventuring or doing anything other than being a subservient mate.<br/>-The character gains no benefits from a long rest, unless she has taken semen into her body within the last 24 hours. Exhaustion levels accumulated this way are building unnatural lust and sexual urges that can't be satisfied unless taking male seed.<br/>-A remove curse spell or higher similar magic can restore an enspelled character's mind until they are subjected to the same effect again, but the other effects can only be permanently removed once off the island.</div></div>. She does not know her exact location, which way North is, how much time has passed since she was in a cell and how she got to the island from the dungeons. Hectavia has a strong suspicion that casting the ritual to contact her patron and receive her Pact Tome will involve a cost or service on her part...</div></div>