<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cnTXuXv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jon Blood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585329#msg13585329)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Ishmael, Kyoko<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Same as picture<br/><hr/><br/><em>“To the victor, the spoils. To the victor, the hammer of judgment.”</em><br/><br/><em><del>   </del>Hammer of Ban, 13:37</em><br/><br/><strong>"Hooo~?"</strong>Jon's lips spread into a tiny smirk as the nude and chained Kyoko moved forward, rubbing her pert breasts up against his chest, her hardened buds evident, and she whispered apologetic words into his ear. That was quite the change in attitude, especially given how she had nearly killed them on the elevator before.<br/><br/><strong>"She wishes to repent her failure. The holy lord's scriptures decree that judgment be passed by the victor <del>   </del> us, in this case <del>   </del> in such a situation,"</strong>the cleric told the bard when questioned about the laws of Arc Balthazar.<strong>"But atonement isn't free, so we should think of a fitting punishment."</strong><br/><br/>As Ishmael handed him the chains Kyoko was bound to, Jon grasped his shoulder with the other hand, drawing him close for a moment, his demeanor quite serious for but a moment as he whispered into the bard's ear.<strong>"Let us leave her bound for now. Learn from the failure of our former comrades and let us not needlessly antagonize our hosts."</strong><br/><br/>As he loosened his grip and stepped back, the familiar grin graced his tan lips as he gave the chains a light, playful tug.<strong>"Besides, I think she might be the type who enjoys this sort of play a little."</strong><br/><br/>As his companion pressed the dryad leader for further information about their quest and other matters, Jon turned and got dressed. It was a bit of a struggle, as the four dryad ladies he had done the nasty with appeared quite insistent he remained au natural for a little longer. Eventually, though, he managed to recover his clothes and gear from their playful clutches. They were then lead deeper into the forest by one of the quartet.<br/><br/>They eventually stumbled across the markings of their target's territory, with the road ahead clearly blocked, keeping them further travel. After a warning<del>   </del>and an erotic kiss for the cleric<del>   </del>their guide dashed off back to her grove. With her sweet taste still on his lips, Jon stepped up beside Ishmael, with Kyoko in willing or unwilling tow.<strong>"A hunter I once traveled with taught me that the best way to catch prey, <em>especially</em> with night looming, is a trap."</strong>And as he said this, he gave the chain in his hand another light tug, pulling Kyoko in front of them.<strong>"And a trap needs bait."</strong>