<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kO0q1pI.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Ishmael Laethalseer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585516#msg13585516)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jon and Dalarea. <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Normal clothes for an artist. (https://i.imgur.com/yVRQ0ZH.jpg) <br/><hr/><hr/>Ishmael was more than confident that he didn't need to look back and check on Jon anymore; his sensitive ears could more than pick up on the lewd sounds coming from the woman and he didn't want a visual to go with it. Thankfully, the elder was keeping her hands to herself and turning his attention to the wonders of the forest and how it moved around them at her will. It meant they didn't have to worry about tripping over anything and could just walk freely while making sure no one could follow them either. It was nice being able to travel through the perverted plants without the worry of being dragged off somewhere. <br/> He laughed awkwardly when she commented on his journey thus far and flinched and blushed slightly as she patted his head while continuing to use the pet name she had given him... not that he minded. It just wasn't a gesture he was used to especially from a leader of all things. Usually, he was mocked or met with indifference but this lady seemed to be genuinely interested in helping him. Whether that was true was to be seen. <br/> Ishmael watched in awe as she introduced herself properly and showed just how much control she had. It really was amazing and like nothing, he had seen before. Definitely one for the books. He smiled gently and nodded as she asked him to sing for her. Once she made herself comfortable he did as she requested.<br/><br/>As the half-breed sang from the book he began to feel a slight rush... a different one than he was used to. The longer the song the stronger the feeling within and he tried not to show that he was being slightly distracted and his body was stirring in his nether regions. Little did he know that the song he sang was to summon a spirit of unbridled lust. Nor did he know that the words that left him had a certain power to them. Whether the dryad leader would tell him that was an entirely different story. <br/>Once he finished he saw a demonic spirit (https://i.imgur.com/JgRpXYp.jpg) standing behind the dryad elder, smirking devilishly at him as he stopped groping the woman. <em>'Was that the reason for her reaction?'</em> He mused. The way he looked at Ishmael made him feel uneasy but it soon vanished only to reappear by his side. However, judging from the lack of reaction from anyone he was the only one who saw it, which didn't help matters. A flirtatious 'thank you' into his pointed ears and sinister chuckle came from the demon spirit as it then vanished into thin air. <em>'What have I done?!'</em> <br/><br/>Ishmael was soon brought out of his inner turmoil as Dalarea showed her appreciation for him fulfilling his end of the bargain. He hadn't expected to ever see it... but there it was. The citadel of the dryads. He had heard a few legends about this place but to actually see it was amazing. It looked so beautiful and the scent removed his previous worries about the spirit he had summoned. <br/> He bit his lower lip and shifted his trousers slightly as the realisation of what the citizens of this place were doing. He didn't know why seeing and hearing such naughty behaviour was awakening certain urges. His body was not just reacting by itself now, he himself was feeling the lustful energy emanating from everyone there and something was telling him to explore what this place had to offer. <em>'Why not?'</em> Was the question that was put to him as the elder offered him the "services" of her people while they spoke some more. Before he could reply he was then greeted with two damn good looking and well-endowed males. <br/><br/>"Why hello there~" He chuckled as they escorted him to a sofa and made their intentions clear. <br/><br/>It certainly was tempting... like everything else in this forest haven. He shuddered in pleasure as the men offered themselves to him and chuckled as one squeezed his rear and didn't exactly hide what he wanted. He wasn't a stranger to such requests and he rarely declined them either. However, something didn't seem right. The half-elf didn't usually feel inclined to yield to his own sexual desires and he had earned a reputation among his people for being able to resist any method of seduction. However, right now he wasn't in his usual state of mind and didn't know why. Dark and lustful thoughts encouraged him to indulge these creatures and even take them up on their offers. Thoughts and fantasies didn't help the now full hardon in his trousers nor did the way he was being touched. But just as he was about to allow himself to become a slave to these urges something within spoke up that something wasn't right.<br/><br/>"Not quite yet~" Ishmael teased as he stroked the creature that had made itself comfortable on him. "First I must speak with your Mistress. Then we can play~" He promised before teasing a kiss but booped one of the males on the nose instead. "For now... go play with your friends~" He suggested as he removed the creature's hand from his rump. Unfortunately for Ishmael the male dryad just snaked his hand back there, earning the cheeky thing a dark chuckle. "You really have a lovely place and your offer is more than tempting." He smirked to the leader. But that smirk soon disappeared as he appeared lost in thought for a moment. He shook his head in an attempt to empty his head of sinister thoughts started to creep onto him. <em>'What is wrong with me?!'</em> He thought to himself, slight worry appeared on his features as he realised he wasn't being himself. <strong>"A lot of distractions..."</strong> He said as he looked to Jon, then to the dryads he was sandwiched between before looking back to her. <strong>"Although it is nothing like the legend I heard from someone a few cities away from this place."</strong> He paused for a moment as he tried to focus back on the task at hand. <strong>"I was told of a mercenary... quite a ruthless and powerful one. The legends say he came to this place to seek assistance and that the mistress of the realm granted his desire in exchange for his services."</strong> A perverse thought came to mind as to what was bargained but he quickly shook those away. <strong>"Considering we have given you what you have asked... is it safe to assume that you will let us leave freely?"</strong> He inquired as he looked to the hands creeping up and down his body. He didn't resist if anything he relaxed and let out a soft sigh of pleasure. "When we decide to do so, of course, ~" He added as he tickled the chin of one of the dryad. <br/><br/>Were he not distracted by the wandering palms all over him he would have questioned what came over him during the conversation they were having but for now he was finally allowing himself to fall into the comfortable surroundings. Just as promised... <br/><hr/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Race/Origin perk:</strong> <em>(Half-elf.)</em> Have the dryad always occupied this place or is this a sample of what will happen to the outside if the corruption were to somehow reach beyond the protection of the wall? <br/><br/>GM: "The Anus opened couple centuries ago. This is the Rim of the Anus, a huge ass crater around the hole proper. The rim has always been inhabited by denizens of Anus too, and some of these trees seem ancient. However, you can see bits and pieces of ruins here, memories of the strange ancient civilization that is spread throughout this forest. You are pretty sure that yes, the dryads would spread out if given a chance."<br/><br/><strong>Bardic Lore:</strong> <em>(Legends of Hero's past.)</em> Have any adventurers safely passed through this location and lived to tell the tale?<br/><br/>GM: "You remember some people above mentioning the Cathedral Grove, the home of dryads. There is a legend of a ruthless mercenary who bargained with them, a strong man who offered his services and helped the dryads subjugate another tribe of Anus under their power. He was then allowed to depart."<br/><br/>Player decision: Ishmael will recall the legend and recite it to the dryad leader. </div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>