<strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>Her ass puckered from the elf's thumb, the touch prompting the girl to let out a whine... though Leander couldn't tell if it was in protest or desire. As he renewed his palpations upon her clit, she cried out and her legs instictively spread. Each push elicited another sigh and utterance as he pressed deeper within the young native's womanly folds.<br/><br/>Xeola arched her back, bringing her pert bosom off of the cloth upon the ground and up into the air, where it bounced with every thrust. Now with her face unobscured by the girl's bobbed hair, she asked "Senzen zoh ssisk ih sen, Lean-" She quietly murmured amid a deep inhale, "-der."<br/><br/>She repeated the words, though this time the human added Sylvan, notably the word 'Seed' though unfortunately for both, the meaning was unclear. For all the elf knew, there was as much a chance of the native asking for it as there was of the opposite.<br/><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The half-celestial smiled as he leaned back and leapt off the side of the ship, plummeting to the earth below. When Ellen followed him beneath the cloud, he flew back up to reunite with the ghost. With a wide grin, he pointed off into the distance.<br/><br/>Down below, she saw what could have only been the great temple Rath was talking about. The Empress' Cathedral towered over everything else. Defying gravity, it was thinner at the bottom than the top, and circled by gently rotating segments of crystaline rings extending along the base and up until the point where the structure thickened. Over these rings, towers flanked one giant steepled temple.<br/><br/>The entire building was surrounded by an extensive plot of gardens and a circular moat. And that still surrounded by more recent (though still very elaborate) constructions.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>The light sent a few aquatic creatures away in a hurry, sea fish and other harmless things. It softly glowed, and then cast illumination on the ground nearby as his weapon glowed. When the archivist raised his morningstar, he found a few remaining fish tearing off chunks of meat from a crusty protrusion along the wall. It was a singular barracuda, wriggling off a mouthful before it darted away. A small smoky wisp of blood misted from the curious wound.<br/><br/>When Dexter drew his morningstar up to the area of interest, he revealed the side of a giant moldy jaw bone clenched shut, itself taller than either of the undersea explorers. It must have fallen straight through the ceiling a few floors up and... and it was the creature. Undoubtably, it must have been the behemoth that fell upon Ongwyn. The 'hill' that obscured half of the city must have been a mound that was created over its' body. Even for a being as large as this, to have edible flesh remaining upon its' bones after so many centuries... Dexter knew of a creature that could emulate this feat.<br/><br/>A living troll could be eaten alive without fire or acid given a voracious enough predator. Such a creature's regeneration would work even while unconscious. And the wizard had indeed said the creature was in a deep slumber when they first came upon it...<br/><br/>"Aah." Dirae recoiled with an arched eyebrow, "Big 'ol thing, aint it?"