<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248231.msg13329252#msg13329252">Quote from: Nastara on 07-07-2017, 04:17:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dear Phelypsis, <br/><br/>There’s nothing quite like the strength of the Andra which is part of the reason they make such excellent mercenaries.  Seems The Feruk hired one, a big badass motherfucker named Delthafisk the Grinder.  You went toe to toe with him and settled things down.  Tell us how it went down and roll + Strength.<br/>On a hit, choose one.<br/>-You gain a reputation with the Andra, roll +1 against them until you are bested by one<br/>-You take Delthafisk’s weapon, tell us about it<br/>-Delthafisk had a bounty on his head, cash it in for 100 gold<br/>On a 7-9, choose one.<br/>-Your weapon was broken in the fight<br/>-Delthafisk got a roll with you and that’s going to spread, take -1 with Andra until you beat one up<br/>-Delthafisk got away and he’s going to make life difficult for you<br/>On a miss, he beat you, he trussed you up, and fucking Feruk sent a scrying of it to someone problematic. Who was it?<br/>Love your MC,<br/>Nastara</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div><br/>At 2017-07-07 16:56:33, Phelypsis (uid: 29273) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105035)<br/><br/>-You gain a reputation with the Andra, roll +1 against them until you are bested by one<br/>They know that Phelypsis is mighty and generous in victory.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The mooks of Feruk clan proved themselves puny and of no threat once Phelypsis warmed up to the battle. She laughed loud and bold as the henchmen scrambled to flee the reach of her blade, shouting for any worthy foe to meet her toe to toe. A heavy thud shook the ground as the form of Delthafisk the Grinder landed before her, his impact denting the ground with a crater. The man straightened to tower above even Phelypsis with his gigantic frame of chiseled dark muscle. Both andra shouted out their battle cries to announce the contest of strength began.<br/><br/>Phelypsis and Delthafisk measured their their might sword against axe. Reckless though their fight may have seemed to the outside eye each overhead swing and wide punch was calculated, if not by thought then by instinct honed over countless battles. Amidst the fight their eyes naturally measured some other qualities of the other with occasional glimpses of the various hefty endowments swinging along to the rhythm of battle. Phelypsis could not help but grow aroused from the struggle. She was glad to notice that he too eyed her with greed. It quickly became clear to both that this was a battle for domination, not to death.<br/><br/>The slashes cut off straps holding armor together and ripped through cloth and leather. At first Phelypsis held the advantage. Her cuts stripped Delthafisk’s shirt and pants, revealing to her what poor job his underwear did at reining in his massive cock. What ifs and momentary stray to fantasising of letting him have this battle made Phelypsis lose the trade on a few swings. His swings ripped off the laminar plates cinched around her midriff and another cut off the plates from her waist, leaving nearly every inch of the plush pink andra bare to the desert sun. She very well might have lost had he seized the opportunity and pressed on his advantage with seductive words to rush heat into her loins and weaken her resolve. Luckily for Phelypsis Delthafisk was not that kind of andra. He was disappointed Phelypsis had showed weakness and demanded her to show what she was made of. Her head got back in the game. She obliged.<br/><br/>Her will to fight renewed Phelypsis roared as she charged Delthafisk off a cliff. They tumbled down into a small chasm below the desert, exchanging blows as they fell. In such a moment of chaos lay the true strength of Phelypsis’. He could not fully control his strength in such precarious circumstances, whereas precarious settings were everyday for a Delver. By the time they thudded against rocks she had him. Phelypsis snatched his axe and stroke it into the stone, pinning his neck against a rock and a blade.<br/><br/>Both andra stopped there. Their chests heaved with heavy breaths. They were sweaty, covered in sand, and full of nicks and bruises, but neither could notice the minor details for their raging arousal. In a manner not necessarily befitting the victor Phelypsis took what she wanted. She had a good thorough tasting of the meat and deemed it thick. The axe kept Delthafisk docile as they moved on to grind Phelypsis’ insides with his cock. The screams and moans emanating from within the ravine were louder than those roared during the battle proper. With such a specimen Phelypsis had to go for seconds a few times, and thirds in her ass a few more.<br/><br/>In the end she climbed out as a very satisfied winner. Although her legs trembled from the aftermath of the contest Phelypsis spent a few moments parading her victory over Delthafisk. All andra would know of her might. Unbeknownst to Phelypsis quite a few of them would also come to know that losing to her might not actually be the worst deal out there.<br/><br/>All the Delvers heard her retell the battle later too, though without her blood rushing like it did in combat Phelypsis choked a bit when it came to the lewder details. She did her best in trying to describe them to make up for not being there for Sydney and others when the tides turned against them. The lust mage in particular seemed troubled. If she went unconscious her new corrupted powers would lash out and hurt friends. Phelypsis promised to do her best to prevent it from happening.<br/><br/>Back in town Phelypsis hurried off to go spread the word of her exploits to a certain smith.