<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Beginning Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>The treasure room is filled with thick red smoke that makes it difficult to see anything more than a foot away from you.  There are three points of light that shine for visual points; Abigail’s armor/Hatch (enchanted by Enniya/Hatch glows), the tall croc (victim of faerie fire, +1 to hit him), and Saltbeard’s Beard (burning fire on his face).  Apart from that, it’s difficult to get to anyone who isn’t currently actively with you for PCs and NPCs (requiring a Defy Danger of some kind)!<br/><strong>Fugue</strong>: Your face is covered in cum, but you’ve got three crocs standing awaiting orders. <br/>A tall one with a club (victim of faerie fire, +1 to hit him), thick ridges and claws, hefty with a scimitar and an unarmed and badly hurt red one.  <br/><strong>Len</strong> is currently being ass-fucked by one of them!<br/><strong>Claire:</strong> Currently standing by, but otherwise in control of Maclah the Grey, Champion of the Wastes, Tooth of Anarchy, his big axe, and another croc.<br/><strong>Enniya:</strong> In a puff of Laman’s Dust that may just drive her crazy with lust.<br/><strong>Abigail and Priscilla: </strong> You’ve captured Saltbeard.  Well done, Delvers!<br/></em></div></div><br/>The fog clears slowly from the room, rolling back over the massive mound of treasure in the middle of the space.  Saltbeard’s crew stands down, watching the Delvers with suspicious looks on their faces and certainly maintaining hostile expressions.  As the fog clears, Maclah snarls angrily at Claire and several of the crocs begin to tense up again until Saltbeard’s voice cuts through the room again.  “Easy!  Easy boys!  Not worth dying over.”<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/57/fc/aa/57fcaaf4e6c1745455177d0f8fa3eb7e.jpg)</div>Of course, his voice isn’t the only sound, as two crocs are still very much not calmly accepting their defeat.  One of them stands before Enniya, his eyes alit with desperate lustful energy.  He snorts at the dust floating in the air around him and turns his grin to the warlock, growling out with need, his own eyes taking her in as… well, actually exactly as she is, a hot little snack with curves in absolutely all the right places perfect for piratical plundering.  His cock shudders with need as she kneels down in front of him and a huge hand cups the back of her head.<br/><br/>As Enniya begins to lick and suck at his cock, the lizard groans out, her mouth immediately filled with the husky taste of precum.  It seems the dust does it’s stuff quickly.  He gasps and grits his teeth as he tries to coerce her into taking his cock further into her throat, but soon Enniya is past the dust.  He, of course, isn’t.  Which makes it very simple for her to guide him back to fall onto his backside and just writhe with gentle pleasure as her hand moves up and down his saliva-wetted cock.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/c1/08/cac108f3a83f058a2121aa78b42e658e.jpg)</div>Across the room Saltbeard’s lips curl into a growl for a moment before he closes his eyes and breathes coldly against Abigail’s tits.  Still barely able to hold himself up (or at least satisfied with where he is), he grumbles out, “Takin' this…”  His lips curl as though he’s about to snarl out an order, but the feel of her skin against his face and the axe against his neck apparently catches him.  Though he growls and mutters for a moment he does begin to say, “And what’s in-”  As his hand is guides back to her ass, he squeezes hard, firm strong fingers gripping hard enough to leave red marks when she eventually wiggles out of her leather bottoms.  “You have a deal.  Booty for booty.”  He pushes himself up from her breast, gives another squeeze and holds out a gnarled hand.<br/><br/>“Alright crew, load it up!  We’re filling their holds after all.”<br/><br/>Some chuckles come from the crew, irritated ones certainly, but they begin to move.  Sacks and bags are filled with gold and goods as they begin to work.<br/><br/>Except, of course, for the one who is already hard at work.  Squeezing onto Len’s ass harder it continues to pound her, the devastatingly thick cock slamming deep into her and his scaley crotch slapping against her smooth ass.  He looks up at one of his companions who just got a tongue lashing from Fugue and bares his teeth at him when he tries to get him to ‘get off his ruttin-wench'.  The two crocs his at each other as Len continues to take massive dicking, filling her, spreading her.  His hand cups one of her tits, fingers squeezing around her nipple until she suddenly slams him with spikes and foot!<br/><br/>The croc pulls back with a snarl, stumbles back over himself, and stares at Len with wide, confused eyes.  There’s a moment of confusion and processing as he goes through the events, taking in the situation and clearly figuring out that there’s something very strange going on with Len.  He holds up his claws and growls out, “Fine!  Your getting treasure!  You win!”<br/><br/>He pulls himself up, eyeing the cuts he’s picked up from his encounter and looking her over, but beginning to pile up loot to bring to the ship.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Beginning Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>The treasure room has cleared of the fog that has made it difficult to see and the Delvers have taken control of the situation.  They now are cleaning up the last bits of trouble and dealing with ongoing issues.<br/><strong>Fugue</strong>: Face covered in cum, otherwise great!<br/><strong>Len</strong> just freed from a croc-up-the-ass who spotted her morphing<br/><strong>Claire:</strong> Currently standing by, but otherwise in control of Maclah the Grey, Champion of the Wastes, Tooth of Anarchy, his big axe, and another croc.<br/><strong>Enniya:</strong> Providing a slick little handjob for a cheerful croc<br/><strong>Abigail and Priscilla: </strong> You’ve captured Saltbeard.  Well done, Delvers!<br/></em></div></div><br/><strong>The fight is won and your opponents begin to gather the treasure.  Unless you have further things you wish to do, we will move forward to the ship!  Anything else to be done before then?  If not, feel free to pose to going through the tunnels, gathering up your loot, and getting back to the ship!<br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong><br/></strong>