Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 & Adamska James)
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				Title: <strong>Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lionura7</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 11:56:23</strong>
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				The quest for the greatest treasure is neverending. Whether it be for gold or glory, a true thief's quest is never over. Bathed in flickering torchlight, Amoreyn found herself on the next venture of her own journey, her padded footsteps creeping ever closer to her goal. The gray stone walls forming the labyrinthine corridors she stalked were rumored to hold an invaluable fortune; one that Amoreyn sought for her own collection. <br><br>By the growling of her stomach, she surmised that she'd been in the dungeon for nearly two days after happening upon the cave serving as its opening. Another day dawned as she reached into one of the many pouches lining her waist and pulled out a strip of dried meat--a common ration for any weathered adventurer--and chewed on it idly as she continued forward. A well-timed hunger proved useful for her particular profession for she often needed to remain hidden for extended periods of time.<br><br>The walls were mostly bare, the monotonous brick construction failing to provide any marks of progress, but that failed to stop her. A bit of ochre clay brought from some far land and held in pouch resting on her hip gave her the ability to mark previously traversed corridors. The small gesture confusing to the unfamiliar eye prevented any from following hersteps, the seemingly random symbols having no other meaning than gibberish. Traps were hardly a deterrent as well. The meager light provided by her torch served her well, the sweeping pattern in which she moved it allowed the flickering shadows to reveal all a manner of tripwires. A careful snip here. An equally careful step there. For Amoreyn, the simplicity of the traps seemed like child's' play. <br><br>Onward she crept, the slope of her path sending her deeper and deeper underground. The strip of meat devoured, she trailed the gloved fingers of her right hand along the gritty stone walls, careful to maintain her bearings. The further she went the smoother the stone became, feeling much like polished glass as she reached the bottom of her current path. Her legs were grateful for the level ground and she continued on only to stop abruptly at the large stone door marking the end of her journey. From what little she could see, the door was made from the same stone as the walls; polished and marbled easily reflecting her flickering visage back at her. A thorough search for any new traps yielded nothing, yet the tentative hand she reached to the door still feared repercussions. Surprisingly, the door gave way with little effort, the groan of stone against stone deep as it reverberated throughout the corridor.<br><br>Darkness greeted her from the newly opened door, her torch barely allowing her sight past the frame. Amoreyn felt at ease within the halls of the dungeon, the darkness less foreboding when the walls were an arms breadth apart. The openness of the darkness before her was unsettling to say the least, but she had come too far to turn back. Lowering her stance so that her fingertips reached the ground, she inched forward holding her torch high. No more than a few steps in did the snap of a tripwire cause Amoreyn to curse the Gods for not being more careful. A soft hiss assaulted her ears, the echo proving the room's grandiose dimensions. Her eyes darted around trying to squint past the darkness to find what she'd triggered, but to no avail.&nbsp; After a few moments the hissing stopped, the once comforting silence deafening, before a flash of bright white engulfed her vision. Amoreyn staggered back, a small sound of discomfort escaping her as she dropped her torch to shield her eyes. The light only lasted a brief moment, and when she dared to lower her guard, she was once again taken aback by what she saw. <br><br>Rows of sconces along the walls provided warm, comforting light reflected by inlaid gold accents in the stonework. Amoreyn stepped forward slowly in awe instead of fear at such a brilliant room in an otherwise unremarkable dungeon. Intricately carved pillars bore the weight of the chamber's vaulted ceiling. Carvings of various beasts and warriors with inlaid gems adorned the walls, the smooth marble expertly formed into the grand murals. The thief smiled in her victory, her solitary adventure bringing the largest payout. She strode around the grand room for a moment before her eyes alighted upon her prize--a solitary chest in the center of the room. <br><br>Large enough to conceal a full grown man, Amoreyn beamed with delight as she made her way up to the raised platform on which it sat. It was made of fine, dark wood with silver bindings that glittered as much as the gold in the walls. A solitary padlock clung to the front of it, the last obstacle of her current journey. Reaching into the leather armor she wore, her fingers found her set of lockpicks hidden in a secret pocket close to her heart. With gentle practiced fingers, Amoreyn coaxed the padlock open and let it clang to the ground, the sound echoing for a few moments before dissipating. Eagerly, she wrestled the heavy lid open, her smile quickly fading upon realizing what "treasure" lay inside the chest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adamska James</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 00:19:54</strong>
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				Close to a century had now passed since the chest in this grand room had been sealed by monks trying to hide away something that they thought to be unspeakably evil in its capabilities and desires...<br><br>In their time things were different. In this region, a monsterous race plagued mankind and made it so that humans caught alone in the wilderness would simply disappear. Some parts of the world called these monsters demons, others called them aphrodesiacs. The truth beneath the legends about these creatures was buried with this particular one in this mountain temple. <br>The men who sealed it here did so with simple spells and basic locks only because the creature was weakened at the time. Upon its release, it would be recovered from that state and in the prime of its natural prowess. This genderless monster could assume the shape of anything it had contact with. The fundemental need that drove it to do what it did in life, however, was what made it dangerous to humans. Human sexual energy was its natural desire, for with it the monster could split and reproduce or grow stronger. A single entity.<br><br>When its resting place was disturbed by the adventurer, it put itself in the most defensive position it could think of. In an attempt to confuse its new prey, it made itself resemble water. Not just any water, though, a deep and dark water like the ocean at night under the stars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lionura7</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 08:41:16</strong>
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				A strange expression crossed the eager thief's features, a mixture of confusion and disappointment, "Water?" She muttered softly, her voice quiet as if she feared another's presence. <em>Was it another trap? Or perhaps a clue in some intricate puzzle that hid the true treasure?</em> Her brow furrowed further in confusion as her hazel eyes scoured the inside of the lid for a hidden mechanism of some sort, something that could possibly explain the trickery before her. Finding nothing, she lifted her hand from the chest lid and placed it on her brow to rub her temples. A moment to quell the frustration building in her. Days of delving into the depths of this temple seemingly for naught was not a part of her plan. A sigh escaped her soft lips before she moved her hand and peered into the chest again, hoping that there was in fact more to the chest and that it was merely fatigue which dulled her senses. <br><br>Greeted once again by the dark blue water, she ran her hands along the curved lid inside and out. The smooth bare wood again failed to reveal any secrets--not even a splinter for her efforts. Amoreyn rested her hands on her hips, her expression now perplexed as she pondered what a chest full of water was doing hidden in the chamber. <em>A cruel joke from some other adventurer?</em> No, there would have been evidence of their arrival in some fashion, and this room would have already been lit. <em>A tribute to the Gods of Old?</em> Possibly, it would seem rather ridiculous to the unfaithful. She looked back into the chest, this time focusing on its liquid contents. Curiously, the water remained dark despite how well lit the chamber remained, and eerily still despite her searching the chest. Of course a gentle hand was an inherent trait of a thief, but water scarcely remained still at even the slightest touch. Moments passed while her eyes remained focused on the contents of the chest, her gaze lingering on the liquid for far longer than she intended. She found herself inexplicably drawn to the substance, and while not particularly strong, the sensation was enough for her to raise her guard, thinking that some sort of enchantment was at play. <br><br>Amoreyn knew of magic, of its possibilities and uses, but her knowledge of actually working magic were quite small. A fireball is quite useful for intimidation and a good healing spell could help in a pinch, but anything greater than a basic rune was beyond her. Yet, if there were enchantments upon the box perhaps dispelling them would allow her to find the treasure she sought. Leaving the chest open, she turned from it to further explore the room, hoping to find some information in the carvings in the walls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adamska James</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 14:34:51</strong>
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				With her gaze no longer felt upon it, the liquid in the chest stirred at last, rippling into slow and deliberate life. The waters seemed to multiply, filling the chest further and spilling out onto the ground, running down the side of the container, emptying it very slowly. It moved across the ground not quite towards the adventurer, attempting to draw her attention as it flowed across the floor to some unknown drain or crease in the floor. <br>&nbsp;It's focus was clear and its intentions were far less than honorable with this intruder. She was trespassing and unwanted in the space. It would make her pay for breaking into its home here. And yet... The creature felt as though she must be rewarded for freeing it from the binds of the chest. <br>It might owe her some small debt of gratitude, it thought. <br>Now resolved, regardless, to do the same to this human that had been done to it, the slimy water slid towards a wall to the side of the room, pooling slightly in the corner as it reached the wall there. The new plan was to trap this woman, not kill her for her transgression. It might even let her go...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lionura7</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 08:56:52</strong>
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				Amoreyn studied the ornate carvings etched into the walls, her keen eyes taking in the grand depictions of man's constant battle with beasts. Wolves, dragons, monsters of varying grotesqueness littered the scenes before her, all with equally varied depictions of warriors armed to defend their lands. While pleasant to look at, they offered very little information on Amoreyn's predicament; the inlaid gems and precious metals drawing her attentions more and more the longer she stared. She stepped closer to the wall, running her fingers along a particularly stunning amethyst accurately garnishing the hilt of a warrior's blade. The gem was flawlessly cut, the light from the sconces dancing within its many facets. If sold to a merchant she would walk away with many a pouch of gold, enough to indulge her wayward lifestyle for quite some time. Unsheathing a hidden blade from sleeve, she attempted to remove it, wanting something for&nbsp; her efforts of reaching the hidden temple.<br><br>Her plan to remove the gem proved to be more difficult than she initially thought, her blade unable to find a suitable point to pry the gem from its stone confines. Frustration building once again she let go for a moment and stepped back, her small blade remaining in the wall where she managed to jam it in. It was then that she saw the movement of creature reflected in her blade, her eyes widening when she realized she was no longer alone. She spun around quickly to face the creature, instinctively unsheathing the crossed daggers attached to the small of her back. She held her stance, but refrained from moving as she was particularly unfamiliar with fighting water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adamska James</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 17:19:54</strong>
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				The strange liquid pooled, frming a shadowy void on the floor. It decided on scare tactics for a starting point in dealing with the intruder so it spread from the corner it had moved to towards the door, slowly creeping up the wall as well. Soon enough the entrance seemed engulfed in darkness, a semi-transparent liquid blocking the way. With no air moving through the room now, the scent of this liquid began to fill the air. In its scent lay an aphrodisiac effect that was one of the creatures main forms of control, as its telepathic powers were very limited.<br>With its plan to eliminate her posibility of escape working well enough, the creature pushed its thoughts out and sent waves of telepathic energy to its prey. <br><br>"What do you think you are doing in here, little one?" It asked, a deep and quiet tone resounding inside of its victims mind like a thought, only not her own. It desired to toy with the human for a while as it had not seen her kind or anything else for that matter in quite some time. It missed the feel of human prey squirming beneath its watery grasp, struggling to break free. It reveled in the memories of its prey submitting to it and its aphrodisiac scent. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lionura7</strong> on <strong>30-09-2013, 10:33:23</strong>
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				Amoreyn's brow furrowed as the strange liquid formed a barrier around her doorway, her only means of exit now blocked by the creature. Part of her was relieved that it had not moved to attack her, the other fearful that the tomb would soon serve her. She made no movements, sudden or otherwise, her golden eyes affixed to the roiling void. At least they were,&nbsp; until the disembodied voice resonated within her mind. She turned sharply, her dark brown locks spinning with her as she searched the tomb for any other sources of life. Her grip instinctively tightened on her daggers upon realizing that she was in fact alone, meaning the voice came from nothing other than the liquid trapping her.<br><br>"I am in search of treasure..." She said, her warm voice effectively hiding the fear she held. Confused that she had no actual body to speak to, she directed her words to the slime monster. No manner of magic she'd encountered before had ever allowed someone, or something, to speak inside her mind, but this creature could. There was no telling what the liquid was capable of beyond telepathy, and despite her attempts to remain calm, not a fiber of her being relaxed in its presence. Focused on the creature, she failed to acknowledge the sweet scent filling her nostrils, breathing it in deeply while she remained motionless where she stood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adamska James</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 22:31:34</strong>
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				Confident as she froze in its presence that she was no magician and would therefore be unable to harm it with simple struggling, the creature prodded its thoughts into her mind again. "You should be careful what treasures you seek, little one... This world is full of many mysteries,"<br>The liquid form of it gathered and spread completely across the door then, the mass of it stationary and imposing. Knowing that its sensual aroma must be filling the room substantially, it began to form a mimicked human shape, climbing out of the shimmering liquid like a ghost emerging from a wall. It hung there, suspended, only a torso with arms and a head so far with only rudimentary facial structure. The mimicked body resembled the young womans' own form. <br><br>It would never be able to mirror a human perfectly, but it could hold its form in the correct shape to alleviate the fears of its prey, giving a human something familiar enough to be lured close enough to grasp. The gelatinous monster did not have agility on its side, so these tactics had become a necessity during its lifetime.<br>It's aroma filled the room with a hazy red mist-like vapor now, the scent becoming overwhelmingly potent. Soon the shape became more defined, almost stepping out of the mass, still connected by tendrils of the liquid. "Do not fear me," Its voice then became clearer in her mind as the miasma took its effect on her system. "Come closer..."<br>A hand outstretched towards her, palm up in a disarming way. The creature tried to appear as non-threatening and benevolent as possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lionura7</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 10:51:59</strong>
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				By the time Amoreyn could have noticed the faint red mist filling the chamber, she already began to feel its effects. Though her mind tried, with no fresh air to be had, she had no way to escape it. Her confused and fearful expression gave way to a small smile that slowly grew as the mist took further hold, her daggers falling to the ground as her arms fell to her sides. Struck by the mist's initial effect of complacency, her body quickly showed signs of it secondary function - arousal. <br><br>Amoreyn took slow hazy steps towards the slime creature currently mimicking her form, heeding its beckconing call. In her daze she saw no threat, the missing details of the slime's portrayal eased by the effects of the mist. When she was close enough to, she reached out to grab the outstretched hand offered to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adamska James</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 18:14:17</strong>
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				The room glowed with warm light from tiny flames on the sconces around them, clouded by the red mist growing heavy in the air. It gave the room an eerily comforting and relaxing aura. The womanly shape that emerged from the liquid on the wall reached Amoreyns hand at last and as she touched it, the liquid grew warm from her body heat, feeding off of her energy. With her arousal becoming more obvious so too did the shape on the wall change slightly to match. The figures newly formed breasts tightened and lifted, nipples forming on the surface. It shifted to mirror her stance nearly perfectly, giving her the feeling of looking into a mirror. In her state, this illusion would lend to her the comfort of feeling as though she was alone, looking into a mirrors glazed surface at her own body yet at the same time the arousing presence of another looking upon her. <br><br>With her hand now in its grasp, the liquid spread slowly across her skin like a thin film of water. The warmth of it made the feeling a pleasant one, the sensation akin to being oiled for a massage. Every inch it covered, however, also began to feel the further effects of the aphrodisiac in the liquids powerful mist as the chemicals in its body made her flesh burn with pleasure. <br>Her energy was intoxicating to the creature. It had not fed in such a long time and Amoreyn was a virile specimen, more than capable of satisfying its hunger. Extending further from the wall, the form of her reflection took the shape of her own face now, her features mirrored in liquid perfection before her eyes. It stepped down onto the ground before her, their toes now touching and the liquid spreading then to her from below as well. The reflection complete now meant that she would surely be captivated and unable to see the danger developing. <br>As the fluid spread along her supple and now sensitive skin, it seeped around and under the clothes she wore, soaking through the fabrics and making them heavy with the saturation. By the time she had fully grasped what would have been her own reflections hand, the liquid had already spread as far as her elbows and ankles. The voice spoke to her again softly, comforting her, "That's better, isn't it...?" <br>The voice had begun to mirror her own as well, making it feel as though it was her inner dialogue and not an external being. The only tip-off being that it was not her own thoughts that were voiced, the words still felt distant. As though she were remembering something someone had said to her.<br>It provided a feeling of nostalgia like when she sometimes lost herself in a memory from home to comfort herself on a lonely night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lionura7</strong> on <strong>19-01-2014, 09:36:48</strong>
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				Amoreyn barely reacted as the fluid spread from her grasp, seeping through her glove as it slowly crawled up her forearm. The mirror effect served its purpose well, amplifying the mist and lulling her deep into a sense of security. The thief smiled, her cheeks flush with the warmth she felt. Her body reacted accordingly as the fluid further covered her body, the heat stirring within her loins becoming more readily apparent as her large breasts firmed and swelled with excitement. The electrifying tingle of pleasure from the liquid's direct contact to her skin elicited small moans of pleasure, and her involuntary squirms that only served to move the liquid along her body, “Yes…” She replied softly, her voice nearly indistinguishable from the sounds of her pleasure. Thoroughly under the slime creature's spell, any instinct that something might be wrong was soundly suppressed by the slime creature's powers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adamska James</strong> on <strong>19-01-2014, 09:51:49</strong>
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				With the slimes grasp fully eclipsing the womans limbs, her footing became less solid and her boots lifted off the ground slowly. The outstretched hand held hers in its grip, somehow feeling like a solid entity at the same time as it spread its fluid self across her. All of the fabrics and leathers of her outfit clung to her skin. Damp and heavy with the saturation,it felt as though the cloth was slipping away. In reality, the chemicals in the slimes body just made a slippery layer between her skin and the clothing she wore so that it did in fact slip away as it lost traction on her body. The first to go were her boots, her slender ankles gliding out of the weighted confines leaving her feet bare and dangling. The gloves she wore soon followed suit, slipping off of her fingers as if they were multiple sizes too large for her. <br><br>The entity laughed with a deep and disturbing tone, givingthe woman a brief reminder that she was not alone in the room. The haunting feeling nagged at the back of her mind as she subconsciously fought off the oncoming rush of euphoria. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Quite Treasure (Lionura7 &amp; Adamska James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lionura7</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 00:51:25</strong>
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				The gooey substance that seeped into her clothing and crept up her arms felt like a warm bath, one only slightly warmer than the temperature of her skin. It was comforting, soothing, and to her dulled senses there was no indication of a threat. Even as her boots and gloves slipped from her limbs, the slime lifting her off the ground to float within its clutches, it felt much like a dream to the thief; one which she hoped she would never wake from. The pleasure drifting from the slime's direct contact to her skin felt electric, drifting from her hands and feet and filling her body with an even greater sense of ecstasy.&nbsp; It seemed that the slime made easy prey of the thief, and enjoyed feeling the growth of the energy he would siphon from her.<br><br>Dazed in a sensual stupor, Amoreyn was in no position to retaliate - nor did she want to -&nbsp; yet the creature's laugh broke through; signaling the part of her mind that still wanted to resist. The deep, malevolent sound resounded within her head, breaking his spell for a brief moment. Amoreyn blinked, seeing herself reflected in the dark liquid that held her captive, her body tensing as the euphoria slowly began to fade, "What..." She whispered almost inaudibly, her voice seeming to catch in her throat.
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