<div class="floatright">[img width=200]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/04/09/a60409e470fb057a24152e5aeea8c787.jpg</div>Beyond the walls of the tiny Farmer's Stopover, across the field set up for the Maiden's Choice Festival, past Heb's smithy and up the road, there is Diralisk's manor. The night is dark over all of Dusklit, of course, but here the air is heavier, almost smokey.  And inside lounging in a room full of half preserved books and arcane implements sits a woman.  Her form is lithe and controlled, less pale than her servants that at this very moment ransack the nearby town, her eyes pale green. Every inch of her is control, just as every inch of them is savagery. She leans forward in her seat towards a mirror, black wood and gold filigree, the dress hugging her bodice preventing even an extra centimeter of skin to show.<br/><br/>The witch Diralisk holds up a hand and moves fingers, the view of her lounging in the mirror turning to clouded grey, then stained wood, then scarlet red. The view shifts, a hint of soft skin, then back into the red. The scent of flame and ash begins to pull from the mirror before Diralisk flicks a hand to disperse it. "Good. Bring them in, pet," she coos out as unbeknownst to Scarlet Blaze or the rest of the Delvers, the fit farm boy Tem's eyes show a smokey green for a moment and return to sky blue.<br/><br/>"And as for you, delicious fire witch," she purrs out, one of her hands moving to the front of her dress and rubbing fingers along the fabric, "Let us see which flame you wish for more... Passion or fire."  Her stark green eyes peer out the window for a moment toward the inn and her nose wrinkles, "Let's help out those flames."  She stands up and adjusts her dress about her hips before taking a small container from a nearby table. Dipping two fingers into it, she rubs the salve on her tongue, keeping her mouth slightly open to prevent herself from taking in too much of it.  She moves to the mirror and purrs out, "Kiss her."<br/><br/>Tem's hands have all this time moved over Scarlet's body with abandon, pulling her skirt up to fully expose one of her legs, his hand well and fully up it. His thick strong hand grabs her ass, squeezing as he grinds his cock, mercifully still in his pants, against her. His other hand has moved behind her, at first attempting to untie her dress, but then shifting up to cradle the back of her head.  He leans in to kiss her and Diralisk leans into her mirror.  For just a moment, his mouth opens against Scarlet's lips and her tongue twists through reality to stroke with hers. Just as quickly as the kiss is interrupted, Diralisk pulls back, a satisfied smile on her face. "Burn it all. I'll have my giant and my freedom and you'll burn the rest, won't you?"<br/><br/>The fire that passes through Scarlet is never controlled, it's always powerful and dangerous. But now it seems like a river passing through a hose. The flames explode from every direction, building, showing Scarlet for a moment power that she never thought she could have. Every lick of flame bursts higher and stronger, the walls begin to catch. Her red eyes snap open to see the sight: the inn is burning down with the Delvers, Heb, Tem, and Marm inside it.<br/><br/>Across the bar, the Twin clearly has no realization that the fire is growing larger or the danger it foretells. Like a man possessed, he grabs her thighs and presses his tongue into her sex. Mazz has certainly had her share of encounters, but there's something about this one that feels different.  Perhaps it's the reckless abandon with which the man licks and tastes her, the lust clear on his face, perhaps it's the danger all around her, whatever it is, her body is electric with his tongue.<br/><br/>When she bats him off, he only crawls forward more determined as he snarls out, "Another round then."  One of his hands roughly goes to the tit not in his mouth, squeezing and groping at it hard.  He pushes forward, trying to worm out of his pants just as she reaches down to grab hold of his cock. There's a moment of surprise there, the dick is absolutely enormous, thicker especially than should be possible. A grunt of pleasure escapes him as his face drops into her breast. Still attempting to grind forward, he fights her as she holds him down, the same feeling of strange pleasure touching her as he attempts to simultaneously suck her tit while escaping.<br/><br/>Finally, he stops squirming against her, the booze or the lack of air knocking him unconscious. As Mazz untangles from him and stands up, she has a sudden rush to the head, a dizziness that abruptly takes over. Attempting to pull him only seems to be making it worse, but getting him over to Scarlet and Tem is easy enough.  The two of them are clearly deeply involved with each other, Tem showing no sign of Diralisk's interference but still trying his best to dry hump Scarlet into the wall.  He suddenly breaks off the kiss with Scarlet and turns, his face bright red as he sees Mazz's naked body.  And the fire.  "Huh? Fangs? Um- burn? What- I thought-" He runs a hand through his hair and starts trying to straighten himself out, unroughing his shirt and trying to smooth significantly tented pants.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Upstairs, the inn is absolutely rocked by the increased burst of flames from Scarlet. There's no question that the inn is getting worse. It's obviously burning from both the inside and the outside now, shouts from villagers woken by the sounds of flame now calling out in the night. Marm's eyes are wide as she looks to Mirwen and gasps out, "No- no- not like this! Looking paler maybe and thin, but... Not this." She grabs onto Mirwen's robes with a desperate look on her face, "That's Leina! What... She left town three years ago!"<br/><br/>Of course, scared inn-keepers don't often keep holding onto mages when they start casting magic. Mirwen's spell goes off without a hitch, though she can feel the wild energies begging for permission to be let free. Such a simple spell, couldn't it be more? But Mirwen keeps it in control and slams down the wooden barrier.  Immediately the three thralls on the opposite side of it begin to tear and rip with their claws. It won't last long from the sound of it, great chunks of wood ripping off and hitting the floor.<br/><br/>The flames from below are beginning to fill the rooms with dark smoke, the space getting hotter. Between Radja's head slamming through the floor, the combat above, and the flames below, the inn is going to fall apart.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, there are three innocents (well, Marm and Heb at least.  Well... Marm.) in the building, these monsters don't seem any closer to stopping, and the tavern is going to COLLAPSE.<br/><br/></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">GM stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Although there isn't strictly 'turns', I'm going to prioritize spotlight with players that haven't just posted, so Nin and Radja's posts will take some priority for now! I'm going to post in as often as I can so that I don't end up having to get a novela out when all of you have made a post! Haha!</div></div><br/>Nin's still locked in wrestling combat with one of them, Radja's holding onto one who seems determined to shred Heb while another is coming in to give Radja a taste of cock!<br/><br/>Delvers, what do you do?[/b]