Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Crash on 22-06-2021, 17:49:14</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 17:49:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Every1sAHero.png)</div> <div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Forelorn_hills.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~The Forlorn Hills ~</strong></span></div><br>The gently rolling Farmlands and tree thickets that surround it give way to The Forlorn Hills, so named for the moaning sounds of the wind that blows down from the mountains beyond.&nbsp; The Forlorn hills are sparsely populated with ancient watch towers, tiny villages and shepherd’s flocks.&nbsp; The largest encampments are the copper and silver mines, the largest of which is the Platinum Nugget Mine.&nbsp; Named after the one nugget of platinum found many years ago.&nbsp; Kobold Clans infest the naturally occurring caves and tunnels under the hills and have taken over many abandoned mines.&nbsp; <br><br>The Platinum Nugget Mine had been quiet of late and there hasn’t been word of a delivery in weeks. It is beginning to worry the Mayor of Amberdale who might soon be looking for adventurers to investigate the sudden silence.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Places of Interest</span></em><br>The Platinum Nugget Mine<br>“Abandoned” Watch Tower<br>Caves and Tunnels<br><br></div><br><div align="center"><strong>This thread is for any scene in The Forlorn Hills that does not have its own thread.</strong></div><br>Headers<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200]&lt; URL for your avatar image, if desired &gt;[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Race and Occupation:[/b]<br>[b]Location &amp; Time:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] &lt;Tag characters you are talking too or mentioning&gt;<br></code></pre>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 17:51:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Known Threats</strong></span></span></div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Small Critters</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/2f7c78c4378b7aae8d237e083732884f.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/8d45c5bc9cdabc9d4e1d73e97b7e13f9.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/6f47b721642b3dc7d0f7c1ae1c7cec24.jpg)</div><br>The bane of every neophyte adventurer.&nbsp; They may look cute or creepy or cooky or all together ookey but don't let their small size or vile cuteness fool you.&nbsp; They can be deadly.&nbsp; Spiders, Rats, Moss Foxes, Snakes abound in the all lands.&nbsp; They are deceptively dangerous and also a lucrative source of sustenance and copper pieces.&nbsp; The greatest heroes of the land started out hunting snakes for nubile farms sons and daughters.&nbsp; They will deny it but they did it all the same. <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Kobolds</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/A73bca272f2dbd2aa9740fe675bf0b49.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/082d7df277f8e9b0d185b064f62928de.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/2c012ca338706d0faa44c2ffb420081f.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/05b1533a52210e6da0290824952ee10c.jpg)</div><br>The Kobolds of the Forelorn Hills are a constant nuisance to local minors.&nbsp; Their warrens riddle the hills and they take over abandon mines when able.&nbsp; Kobolds have a caste system that dominates their culture.&nbsp; Green Kobolds are the most numerous coloration of Kobold and make up the lowest caste.&nbsp; They are laborers and craftsmen.&nbsp; Red Kobolds are the warrior caste.&nbsp; They are lesser in number though still numerous.&nbsp; They are treated better than Green Kobolds who they lord over but are subservient to the Blue Kobolds. There is a fairly common genetic mutation in the Red Kobold line that produces very large, ridiculously strong "Swolbolds."&nbsp; These Swobolds are not very bright but can be very dangerous opponents.&nbsp; Blue Kobolds are magic wielders and trap masters.&nbsp; They make up the ruling caste of Kobold Society and are advisors to the Kobold King.&nbsp; Kobold Kings are always selected from the Green Kobold masses via divination.&nbsp; It might seem like this is just a way to control the masses of Kobold society, but Kobold Kings do seem to be the largest and strongest of their species and have a head for tactics.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>24-07-2021, 05:59:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OPEN QUEST:Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp/Forlorn Hills/mid-morning/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Risppt, open<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>I also stole this from Envious in her quest thread because it's so nice and simple to work with.<br><br>“Since we are a group and there is combat, I have put together a fairly straightforward combat system for us. For the sake of clarity, you will just choose how much damage you are dealing to a monster and make note of it at the bottom of your post. This will allow writers to know when it is appropriate to land the killing blow to a monster. Your typical damage should be between 0-4 per attack unless it is relevant to the narrative to do more ie: those save-the-day Hero moments where you muster that inner strength!<br><br>It is 100% acceptable to control the monsters and their actions. You may also choose how much damage they do to your character. There will be no player deaths or anything - just choose what fits your narrative and is fun to write.” <br><br>Also this will be a quest with multiple ways to handle the foes, you can fight, you can trick, tease, or disable. Fighting the boss will likely be a group effort.<br><br><strong>Reminder from the quest thread</strong>: We have drunken Kobolds of both male and female varieties. Able to be fooled, fought, or disabled with properly placed teasing or displays of sexual dominance. Boss will be a magic slinging Blue Kobold female with a penchant for large female endowments, a glass jaw, and an inability to turn down a drinking game.</div></div><br><br>Funny how a mere few hours ago Yokun was considering giving up drinking for the chance at a future with a pretty little Blood Elf he spent a passionate night with. But upon waking he found himself cold and alone, the sneaky Elf had vanished though she was far nicer than most of his one-night stands. She left him a note and one of her rings, the note told him about how great the night had been, but she woke up with a strange feeling in her stomach. She had a good idea what it was, but Elves have funny anatomy apparently and she needed to return to her homeland to make sure. She promised to return to him someday and made no bones about the fact she might not be returning alone. <br><br>It gave the drunken boxer a strange warmth in his throat, and he made a promise that should she return alone or not he would give up the devil's brew...but that was at least nine months in the future and as soon as he came down for breakfast this morning a familiar Hafling and Gargoyle were waiting for him in the taproom. Mugs and Niels were the right and left hand man and woman of his long time friend Bondor Grayback, Brewmaster extraordinaire. While he would never says this to Hieronymous's face, the old Troll could brew a beverage from dish water and lemon juice and put near anything the surly human male could muster to shame. Bondor just had...a way...with alcohol, his Clan has been brewing alcohol since time in memorial. And because they are nomadic they can gather ingredients and tips from all over the world.<br><br>And sometimes they find rare vintages and need help retrieving them. Today was one of those days, Niels being the super attractive Gargoyle woman she was already had men hanging around her trying to buy drinks and win favor. But Gargoyles are very picky and powerful lovers most men would be flattened under her weight alone, not even Yokun was that lucky. Still she always gave him the toothiest smile she could muster and handed him Bondor's note with all the details and interesting tidbits for the Wanted Poster. They didn't stick around, but gave him a map to Bondor's camp which he tacked to the bottom of the poster before grabbing a nice full skin of wine and started off. He would need a few drinks to try and rinse the pain of Suna's leaving from his mind, it was empty by the time he reached the Troll's camp. As usual Bondor was all jollies and joy, he refilled Yokun's wine skin with some of his best ale and the boxer planted himself on a stump waiting for someone to answer the poster. He'd be bouncing out around noon with or without help though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>24-07-2021, 21:59:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Approached the camp cautiously, his hood up and darkening his features as he held onto the clasp of his cloak and the strap of his traveller's pack. Always careful about his gear as to him, it was his only means of ensuring survival. A stray random Kobold was rarely a welcome sight to anyone and the current quest that he was following up on from the wanted board, told him that if he wasn't careful he might just get mistaken for one of the threats involved. His clothing was a tattered mess, haphazardly sewn back together in some sort of Frankenstein cross work and even then it was clear the tailoring wasn't to help the fit as it was still baggy on the small creature.<br><br>To say he was relieved when he saw a familiar face wasn't completely accurate. Risppt clearly remembered the large drunken man from the inn but given how intoxicated that he was, Risppt doubted that he would be remembered at all. His hands however stayed clear of his weapons, moving in closer to announce himself. "Hh-ear to joy-in the qu-essst." He rasped out in common, before coming into the fire light and pulling down his hood. The one thing he did have at least going for him was that no Silver Kobolds were around these parts. Not that people often cared about such subtle distinctions when it came to his kind. That said, Risppt had no misgivings about people that took issue with his kind, most that grew up in the clans were greedy and selfish but adhered to clan rule. <br><br>Risppt wasn't any of those things, so even if he didn't have the mark he doubted his own clan would have let him live.<br><br>Taking up a seat near the fire and looking around, seeing who else might join before pulling out a small cooking stick and a wrapped sausage as he warmed up a little bit of a snack before any sort of business was seen to or that the quest would begin. Politely though he did wave to Yokun, grinning a bit as he remembered the scene at the bar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>24-07-2021, 23:58:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OPEN QUEST:Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp/Forlorn Hills/mid-morning/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Risppt, open<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Bondor's ale was filling his belly with fire and sleep was threatening to take him over right then and there, but he heard the sound of someone approaching and opened his eyes seeing someone he didn't expect to see. His Kobold friend from two days ago. Standing up he laughed and walked over to the small silver lizard handing him the skin of ale. "My Kobol-thingy friend! Welcome to the quest!"<br><br>Sitting heavily down besides the Kobold he nearly fell over.&nbsp; "Haven't seen you in forever! How have you been?" He wasn't drunk enough to damage his speech, but one could hear a definite slur in his words. Having an actual Kobold along with this mission might be a boon in Yokun's eyes. Maybe he could simply talk their way around fighting the other Kobolds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>25-07-2021, 00:57:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Graciously taking the ale-skin, he was quite surprised to have been remembered. That fact might have even showed on his face for a moment as the red eyes went wide and then his mouth curled up into a happy smile. Taking the now cooked sausage off from the metal cook stick he offered it to Yokun, as Risppt popped another on to cook now for himself. If the large man didn't want it of course, Risppt had no qualms about devouring them both. Little he might have been, but he had a <em>big</em> appetite.<br><br>"<strong>Good good, been hunting</strong>." Risppt would answer taking a long pull from the ale skin. Immediately he felt that burn as the drink was far more stout that he might have expected. Eyes crossed for a mere moment, smacking his chops as he gave a merry little sound. "<strong>How bout you</strong>?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>25-07-2021, 01:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				O<strong>PEN QUEST:</strong>Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp/Forlorn Hills/mid-morning/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, open<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Yokun laughed at the sound his lizard friend made before taking the drink back for another swig. "Oh yeah, I heard about you fighting rats and goblins for the Temple of Sexy times right? Heh hope they paid you well for that one." He took the offered sausage and chomped it down remembering he hadn't actually eaten anything today he should work on that if he plans to keep drinking.<br><br>When he was asked what he had been up the feeling he'd been trying to drink away came back. But aside from a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth he kept it together and answered. "Well it all started with a quest to catch some fuck bunnies for a surly goat man way out in the Oldwall Forest. I managed to catch them, but word of advice...avoid fuck bunnies during fuck baunny mating season. Little fuck balls stink like you wouldn't believe." Leaning back on the bit if ground he was sitting on he chuckled. "So after getting paid, I went to get a bath. But stumbled upon some Gnolls coming from a hunt, two of them were fucking and a third wasn't so I snuck up, knocked the not fucking one out and stole their booze!" He laughed remembering the look on her face. "But then the ones fucking stopped fucking and attacked me. Luckily a sexy Blood Elf was around and helped me fight them." His smile visibly shrunk again, weird how quickly just thinking about Suna made him sad. "We won of course and made our way back to the Vine and Horn for some...fun."&nbsp; He wasn't sure how the lizard felt about casual sex so he kept it as nondescript as he could. "Woke up this morning with her being gone and this quest being pretty much dropped into my lap by Bondor's minions." Shrugging again he offered the ale skin back to the small ranger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>25-07-2021, 01:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><br>Munched on the lightly charred sausage as he pulled it away from the campfire, slinging his pack down as he eyed around the camp. He had a few rations on him and seeing how his tavern buddy had devoured that offering he figured might be nice to have a more filling meal before venturing off to whatever might be in store for them. He listened to Yokun's adventures as he pulled out a few small cooking utensils. Mostly just a very worn skillet, cooking bowl, a few small spice pouches and a salt wrapped prepared rabbit locked inside a scent trap box. Pulling his game free, he got to work cooking it up along with a bit stew. <br><br>Risppt was hardly the shy sort, and compared to most human sensibilities lewder conversation wouldn't have bothered him. "<strong>Fuck bun-kneessss, can be fair-ell (feral) when disss-turbed</strong>." Taking the aleskin back, he took a smaller pull, but closing his eyes to let that warm wash over him and the burn drive down his throat before handing it back.<br><br>"<strong>Gobo's stole puh...pretty priesssst lady'ssss amulet, we got back</strong>." <br><br>Reaching over with his free hand once the aleskin had been passed over he slapped his small hand gently onto shoulder as he saw that brief look of sadness. "<strong>I'm ssss-ure you ssssee her again</strong>." <br><br>That stew, spice and scent of the cooking rabbit would fill and mix with the smoky camp-fire. To Risppt such a thing was a moment worth treasuring. Warmth, Food, Friends and Drink. He didn't care if the quest paid or what it paid, he'd was sure there was game to be found along the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>25-07-2021, 02:18:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				O<strong>PEN QUEST:</strong>Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp/Forlorn Hills/mid-morning/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, open<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Yokun chuckled at the Kobold's straightforwardness. "Only the females were really feral, the males were the ones being fought over for a change...at least when I went hunting for them that's what happened. Even met a Boss Bunny who died from exhaustion mere minutes after I met him." He lifted the aleskin up in salute to the one and only Boss Bunny. "Little buddy died the way most men wish they could go."<br><br>He watched the kobold go about making himself at home around the campfire settling in to cook some food. Bondor and the rest of his caravan were off doing their own thing with their own fires so he didn't feel the need to worry about bothering anyone. He smiled down at the little male's words and encouragement as he commented on Suna vanishing. "Thanks Kobo-thingy...actually considering where we're going might be good to be properly introduced." He held out his much bugger hand to the little lizard. "Yokun da Nukoy, at your service." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>25-07-2021, 04:21:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Extended his 4 fingered smaller clawed hand towards the big man's, "<strong>I, Risppt.</strong>" awkwardly would shake the larger mans hand, not because he was uncomfortable or anything, but just the size difference between the two of them. "<strong>I huh-erd. (heard) Kobold's were threat</strong>." he growled a bit at himself even as he continued to finish prepping the bunny and stew. "<strong>Maybe I help, but most will know I outcast and ssssuh-eck. (seek) to kill.</strong>" Risppt gave a bit of a half-hearted shrug, but at least he knew the signs, trails and traps his kind typically might use. That would provide hopefully some small measure of benefit.<br><br>Dividing the rabbit stew into two bowls and leaving the rest to just stay warming on the skillet he would offer that bowl to Yokun freely. He wasn't the best cook by any means, but a fair seasoning and a few small other additions he had chopped into the stew made it at the very least decent.<br><br>"<strong>Hope more join, Kobold try-eebssss (tribes) can be big. SSssstr..." growled again, "My-ight in num-burrs</strong>." He was a bit worried about seeing his own kind again, they wouldn't be of his tribe but in all his travels he had avoided any sort of Kobold dealings. In part perhaps fear their Diviners might send word to his old clan that he had survived. Them hunting him again wasn't something he wanted. The quest reward might not have been worth the risk, but others were risking danger and if he could help in anyway to make sure all went well then it would be worth it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>26-07-2021, 19:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br><br><strong>"I once met a man in Amberdale...<br>Who with women thought that he couldn't fail..."</strong><br><br>For 30 minutes Selphie had been walking through the Forlorn Hills towards Bondor's Camp. She could finally see their caravan. She probably could have made better time, but she was exerting an unusual amount of cognitive effort to think of rhymes for a limerick. She had been so inspired by Naevys and Wren that she wanted to impress them by sharing her own, but she did not have the gift for <em>that</em> kind of gab. She was wracking her brain thinking of words that made sense, but unlike a seasoned singer, she wasn't attempting to tell a story and that made her task difficult. Stringing together a few clever turns of phrase was getting her nowhere.<br><br><strong>"...by Gods he was dumb; likely sucked his thumb...<br>...he fumbled with hands as he made lame demands...<br>...so stinky a breath that I wished for death..."</strong><br><br>Without inspiration, she wasn't able to move past her couplet. She thrummed her fingers in irritation against her satchel. The effort was tiresome and she resented not being immediately successful. She was close enough to the camp that she was now getting notice - a well-dressed (arguably scantily-clad) and good looking woman wandering alone in the wilderness gave the impression of <em>possibilities</em>, but the scathing glance she'd slice towards anyone who dared cat-call her while she was in such a foul mood would dissuade unwanted action under the bright mid-day sun.<br><br>The Cleric looked around. The poster had been straightforward and the reward of great interest. She did love a good drink! Finally, her eyes settled on a campfire at the edge of the caravan and a familiar little figure...<br><br><strong>"Risppt!"</strong> she called happily. She would not so easily forget the heroic actions of the Kobold and her once-dismissive attitude had warmed <em>considerably</em> since their goblin adventures together. She <em>might</em> even contemplate using her magic to heal him, though that was still greatly debatable. Just in case, she had come prepared with another healing potion, but Mabel was very stingy with them. She was still only allowed one, even though she had collected all of those stinking mushrooms!<br><br><strong>"What a pleasure to see you again!"</strong> she said with a charming smile as she plopped down by the fire. Boy, did her feet hurt! <strong>"You must be here-"</strong> she paused to gesture to them both, realizing she was leaving Yokun out <strong>"You both must be here for the quest?"</strong> <br><br><strong>"I am Selphie, Acolyte of Casta."</strong> That wasn't <em>entirely</em> true. She was on probation for her bad behavior, but she was doing her best to get back on the Temple's good side. Some of the acolytes still whispered their ugly nick-name when they saw her, but Selphie had to be honest - cantankerous cleric was a fitting moniker and she owned it. She might have recited her entire title, but she had very quickly learned that people tuned her out when she gave obnoxiously wordy answers that included rituals and expectations that wealthy members of high society thrived on. Worse, less cultured people gave her a blank look that made her feel stupid. She didn't like that!<br><br><strong>"Oooh, may I?"</strong> she asked, pointing to the stew. Another thing she had learned as a member of the Hero's Guild - <em>NEVER</em> take food without asking unless you wanted an earful about how much food cost in time, effort, or money to acquire. Why did they assume she was supposed to know that? Being a member of civilized society, all she had ever needed to do was ring a bell! Why didn't they just get a bell, too?<br><br>Her skin crawled in remembrance of the look she had received when asking a fellow adventurer that question. It made her uncomfortable and she had learned to ask permission before making assumptions about food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>29-07-2021, 00:05:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp/Forlorn Hills/mid-morning/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Selphie, open<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>The boxer nodded taking another pull of the aleskin listening to his reptilian comrade's thoughts on their chances. In Yokun's experience Kobolds are between Goblins and Gnolls in terms of danger. They got the rapid deployment and size of Goblins, but they have magic and the better equipment of the Gnolls. Only thing keeping them from the top is there size most Kobold don't get much bigger than Risppt and unless there's a Blue or a King present they're mostly unorganized rabble.&nbsp; <br><br>But the Drunken Tribe, as Yokun has decided to call them in his head have a blue female in charge so they might be more organized. They might not need more than two or three if they play it smart. And soon he heard the strangled caterwauling of what he assumed would be quester number three. He knew her outfit on sight, he was unaware the Sex Temple had walking monks they sent out to mingle with the commoners. She was a pretty one at least and a red head to boot Yokun loved redheads, but if she was like all the other sex priestesses she wouldn't practice her Castan Arts for free. But if she was willing to go with him and Risppt to fight some drunk lizards maybe she could be a good distraction for the horny lizards while he and Risppt retrieved the alcohol.<br><br>"Yes both myself and my Kobo-thingy friend here are tasked with fetching some Father's Hammer vodka from the Drunken Tribe up the Sky Father's Thumb. I am Yokun da Nukoy, Bondor should be by soon to give us a rundown on the quest. Then we'll get walking up a nice 45 degree angled hill to hunt down some stone ruins full of drunken and horny Kobolds."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>29-07-2021, 01:03:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Risppt would happily pour the pretty priest lady a bowl of his rabbit stew, setting it down beside him where Yokun and him had been to offer it to the newcomer to the camp. "<strong>Puh-lee-sssuh, here Ssselphie. So good to see you again!</strong>" He would hiss out, pulling out one more small parcel from his pack as he broke a round loaf of break a part and divided it among the 3 of them. Risppt loved food, more to the point the food of those from the big lands. Kobolds rarely dined on such things unless scavenged and even them some were just as keen to leave it. Even if Risppt hadn't been outcast, he might have left on his own anyway in hunt and search for how to make such things.<br><br>Risppt already felt better about things now that the pretty priest lady was here. A familiar face, and one that genuinely seemed pleased to see him in turn, did wonders for the spirit. His red eyes fixed themselves onto her for a moment, enjoying the view much as Yokun had but quickly he went back to devouring and scarfing the rest of his own stew, mopping up the rest of it with the roll. Leaning back he took a moment to let the food settle and listen to more of the details of the quest itself. <br><br><strong>"Do wissssh for muh-ore team-mate."</strong> He worriedly grumbled before pulling out one of his prizes from a previous quest, a metal goblin knife. Risppt didn't have a wide array of weaponry and even then the vast majority of the weapons he carried if one was to have looked closer were made of bone. The goblin knife itself was a bit rusted, though it did appear to have been receiving some sort of treatment as it was in far better condition now than when the little kobold had claimed it. In his other hand, a whet stone was present as he continued to work on blade itself. Hopefully from whatever prize of game or reward of booze they might get he'd be able to afford some more of the oils to continue to treat the new weapon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>29-07-2021, 01:23:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br><strong>"Pleased to meet you, Yokun,"</strong> Selphie would reply before happily taking the offered bread. She sure did like being fed! With a sloppy satisfaction, she dipped her bread into the stew to eat and ponder.<br><br><strong>"I've never been up there,"</strong> she admitted. She also didn't know what a 45 degree angled hill was, but decided not to ask. As long as it wasn't a threat, did it matter?<br><br><strong>"And I've also not had the vodka! It's been so long since I've had a drink. By vice, not by virtue."</strong> She grumbled at the memory; she had made the mistake of being rude to one of Hieronymous' employees and he had retaliated by declining to serve her alcohol until the end of the week. He took a savage satisfaction in pouring her milk or water instead of her preferred wine. She made a 'money' gesture by rubbing her fingers together to give the impression it was due to lack of funds. Which was partially true - she couldn't afford anywhere <em>except</em> the Vine and Horn.<br><br><strong>"Finally, I haven't met many kobolds beside Risppt here. If they are anything like he is, more teammates would definitely be helpful! Do all kobolds... uh..."</strong> Holding the bowl in one hand and the bread in the other, she gently made an explosion gesture to represent Risppt's transformation from compact kobold to hulking hero. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>29-07-2021, 03:14:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp/Forlorn Hills/mid-morning/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Selphie, open<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Yokun quirked his eyebrow at Selphie's hand gesture completely ignorant to Risppt's hulk power. "Why would you explode a Kobold? I mean sure they steal socks, but that's no reason to turn them into adorable scaly fire crackers." Thinking he answered the question perfectly he turned to being eating his stew looking forward to having food in his stomach to soak up some of the alcohol and hopefully head off being as drunk as the Kobold they were about to fight.<br><br>He needed to be just drunk enough to not feel any pain, but still be able to punch with accuracy without falling over himself. Soon the slow booming steps of a heavy body approached them. Looking up Yokun nodded to the Troll with a big smile. "Bondor Grayback! Was wandering when you'd grace us with your presence?"<br><br>Lumbering to the front of the campfire the large Troll settled down upon a huge piece of tower stone. "Well laddie, ye know I have a caravan empire tae maintain. Tis why I send Runners out tae find things." Reaching into his sporran he pulled out a long pipe of deep red wood. His stubby fingers moved with practiced precision loading the tobacco into the bowl humming softly to himself as he did this. "Now as the poster says. I need ye tae fetch some rare alcohol fer mi collection, eight bottles with three of them gaoing tae yu lot as payment." Once the tobacco was in the pipe he struck a long match and lit the fragrant leaves. "Now ma people found the vintage looking fer new plants and roots fer a new beer I'm thinking up. But what they found was far more interesting, Father's Hammer is a vodka brewed aboot five hundred years ago by the Western Drunken Fist Monks." <br><br>He glanced at Yokun as he puffed on his pipe the smoke thick and slightly blue in color. Yokun was the last member of the Eastern Drunken Fist Monks. Maybe he could find something about the order among the ruins. "When this branch of the order fell they left the ruins, but their cellars were among the best built in the world. Sae they stayed secure until the Kobolds found it."&nbsp; He glanced at Risppt scanning his scales. "They had a silver Kobold with them, much like you lad. Though he was huge and ripped the doors off the cellars sae they could get inside of them. He passed out shortly before my scouts left, but he didnae look like a guest to the drunk Kobolds."<br><br>"Ma scouts saw many bottles shattered and scattered around the ruins some bottles of Hammer, but most of them were hoarded around the Blue female that leads the group. She calls herself Casta, and thinks herself the scaly embodiment of yer Goddess lassie, even wears an outfit like yer Abbotryx." He tips his head towards Selphie. "Maybe ye can use that, she also likes women more than men." He chuckled puffing on his pipe a few more times before he looked up at the sky noting the time. "If ye move quick ye may be able tae find most of the tribe passed out after their large booze filled lunches. Sae maybe yu lot can just sneak in and grab the Father's Hammer." He chuckled lightly standing up settling the pipe between his teeth. "Best of luck mates." Giving them one last nod he turned and lumbered back to his main camp.<br><br>Processing all that they were told Yokun stood up grabbing one more aleskin off the nearest wagon and took a long pull smiling at his comrades. "Guess its just us in this." He laughed pulling on his bronze spiked knuckles before heading North for the hill they were destined for. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>29-07-2021, 15:31:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Shook his head at Selphie, "<strong>I am outcast from clan because of...</strong>" Risppt would pause for a moment trying to consider the words to use before repeating her gesture. There was a part of him that felt he probably should have explained it to Yokun, let him know that there was another side to him. A big snarling rage filled brute crawling through his blood and just waiting for that moment to rip free. If anything though, he had better control of it than he previously had. Against the goblin's when they had forced his transformation he hadn't attacked any of his team-mates and if anything that was a step in the right direction.<br><br>Any further discussion he might have entertained was however interrupted by the arrival of the one that had brought them to this place. Risppt listened intently while still preparing the knife for combat, he had hoped that sneaking my win the day but in his mind it was likely there was going to be a fight.<br><br>Risppt did get curious at hearing about another silver Kobold though and only when the man was done speaking would he come back around to ask about it, tugged at him before he could get to far "'<strong>'Cussss-e me, you ssss-said like me but big. You mean big like...</strong>" he would gesture at Yokun. "<strong>Or big for a Kobold</strong>?" there was a mark of concern in his eyes, but also curiosity. Perhaps it wasn't just the mark that his clan wished to see him outcast for. Perhaps the diviners could sense the other quirks and views that made him so much different than the rest of his clan.<br><br>His pack was already on his back, and minus the few small cooking supplies that he would need to gather and quickly clean, Risppt was set for travel.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>29-07-2021, 17:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br><br>An outcast? Selphie was obnoxiously curious and wanted to hear the gossip, but there were more pressing matters to attend to with the arrival of Bondor. As he spilled more details about their quest, the cleric gave a considering look to Yokun. She had heard of the Drunken Fist Monks - they were often in stories and tales sung by bards, but she had never seen one. While the woman would never be considered top of her class, she was pretty quick for putting two and two together when it came to people. If she had to describe what a <em>drunken boxer</em> might look like, she would describe Yokun! <br><br>She turned her attention back to Bondor when he mentioned the blue Kobold calling herself Casta. That was sacrilege! Selphie knew she wasn't <em>quite</em> as indignant as she <em>should</em> be, but she was still butt-hurt over her scolding from Abbotryx Luellia Joybringer. Still, she mustered up enough shock and vexation to give a displeased response. <strong>"The Temple will not tolerate such blasphemous nonsense!"</strong> <br><br><em>'And maybe putting and end to it will get me out of the doghouse!'</em> was the selfishly gleeful afterthought. <br><br>Risppt had already taken back his cooking items (and she had cleaned the bowl as best she could with her bread. Yum!) and was going after Bondor with follow up questions. Yokun was traveling towards their destination with a cheerful smile. Selphie was standing awkwardly inbetween, scrambling to pick up her bag and choose a direction. She decided to follow Yokun - less backtracking! <br><br><strong>"Calling herself Casta. What nerve! Can you believe it?"</strong> she asked conversationally with a huff. She didn't seem inclined to need an answer, because she kept on talking. <strong>"Are you a monk? Or just a drunk?"</strong> It was said with a mischievous grin to let him know it wasn't said with ill-will, but she knew it could very well be taken with offense. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>29-07-2021, 23:25:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp/Forlorn Hills/mid-morning/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Selphie, open<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Once his gauntlets were on he took a long pull of the aleskin again before looking back at Selphie with a smile. "Both." He slurred with a boozy chuckle, yup he was getting close to just right he could feel it. "As for this Kobold calling herself Casta? That does sound sacrilegious for sure, but I follow the God of Wine Bacchnysus and he doesn't care too awful much who invokes him or uses his name as long as they have alcohol for him. So the punishment this sacrilege is up to you good priestess." He handed the aleskin back at Risppt motioning for him to share some with the woman. Drunken or not Kobolds were tough in numbers so maybe all of them could ask Bacchnysus for liquid courage and strength as they began on their quest.<br><br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Yokun has seen some steep hills in his time, but Sky Father's Thumb was a beast in it's own league. He could put his hand out and touch the hillside without even stooping over much. His heart ached and his legs cried out in protest as he looked up the seemingly impossible grade. Why in the name of all that is fermented did the Western Monks build a temple on the top of this monstrosity? Being an experienced drinker Yokun could tell anyone that steep hills and alcohol do not mix well. Going up completely smashed would be hard enough, you'd likely puke up the entire contents of your stomach after the first fifty feet. And coming down would just be a death wish, even though it was a nice grassy hill a falling body could pick up a great deal of speed rolling down this steep a slope.<br><br>His own memories of the Pine Monastery were fuzzy at best, but he distinctly remembered it was built on a flat plateau for just those exact reasons! Letting out a deep sigh he stopped at the base of the hill looking around for steps of some kind or even the ghosts of steps...anything that would tell him they wouldn't be crawling on their hands and knees up the whole damn hill. Letting out a nervous hiccup he glanced back at his companions. "Uh either of you see any way up this...this...heartbreaker?"<br><br><strong>(Being closer to the ground and something of a tracker Risppt might be able to see the overgrown remains of some steps a few feet to the left of the group. They look to head right for the front of the ruins and would be the easiest route. Unfortunately stealth would be out the window as this path is likely guarded by the only sober Kobolds in the tribe.) <br><br>(Selphie is slightly more formally educated than either Yokun or Risppt. She could notice the geometric shape of the hill and show the group the least steep side to climb. It wouldn't be as easy as the steps, but would allow them a sneakier approach.)<br><br>(Or if all else fails, Yokun's well made metal claws could be used to gouge out rudimentary footholds up the hill. It would be the longest and most difficult way up, likely removing Yokun from a formal fight without magical restoratives should one arise. But is so absurdly unexpected it might offer them the best chance at surprising the Kobolds and avoiding a fight altogether.)<br></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>30-07-2021, 23:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Though happy to chat and make merry in camp, once they got onto the road and then into the wilds Risppt's entire personality changed. The somber and serious little Kobold moved swiftly to stay in ahead of his long legged companions as he tracked the trail, and kept eye out for any signs of ambush or other predators that might be lurking about. Once they arrived though, Risppt couldn't help but share is team-mates apprehension at any sort of climb. Even if he had proper tools for the hike and climb, he just really wasn't built for it. Not saying that all Kobold's were bad climbers, quite the contrary some of his clan he would have sworn were decedents from spiders. Sure, Risppt could scurry his way up trees with little issue, but if it was something that was going to require any endurance or strength...well he would have needed to let loose that rage.<br><br>It wasn't that easy though.<br><br>That, perhaps inspired by the lack of wanting to be hauled or try to haul himself up any sort of challenging climb, he found a small path purposefully covered and hidden set of stone steps. Pointing to his left, he would hunker a bit lower as he moved right over to the discovery.<br><br>"<strong>Path here, likely guarded if lead to Kobold camp</strong>."<br><br>Between the two seeming options though, Risppt knew where his vote lay and as such he stayed near those steps waiting for the group to catch up. Either of the routes presented were going to have pose their own challenge but no sense it wearing themselves to the bone when either route would probably end in a fight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>04-08-2021, 00:16:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Yokun walked over to Risppt and narrowed his eyes following the barely discernible steps trying to follow their path. It was a very windy path and he could see what looked like landings half way up with ramshackle walls and huts acting like slapdash check points. He couldn't see any Kolbolds, but thy were short so they might just be well hidden behind the dropped logs and moved about rocks that made up the walls.<br><br>It was an easier route for sure, but unless they could wipe out the guards before they saw them they'd be fighting the entire tribe before they ever got up to the gate. He was a fool with stealth and he doubted the Priestess would be of much use there so it would be on the little Ranger's scaly shoulders to take them out. That seemed unfair, but the woman hadn't said anything so he looked back at her. "Thoughts Priestess? Up the steps and a literal up hill fight, walk up the hill directly, or do you see another route?" He looked around hoping another way might make itself known.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>05-08-2021, 05:53:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br>Selphie's legs hurt, but she didn't say as much. She now understood what <em>45 degree angled hill</em> meant and boy was she winded! She waved a hand, trying her best not to seem so out of breath. <strong>"If the path was hidden, it might not be guarded. Maybe they think no one will have had the skill to find it."</strong> It was a hopeful sort of logic that was likely a large reason so many adventurers died young. <strong>"C'mon now. I'm ready for the downhill part of this quest to start. By Casta's tits, does this hill even end?"</strong> She grumbled and trudged past - she didn't even bother with stealth. Great, now it was windy, too! What a miserable day. She didn't get far before she realized there were rudimentary buildings up ahead. Should she duck? Get off the path? How many Kobolds did they think were around these parts? The acolyte didn't know what to do, so she just kept walking forward. Risppt and Yokun would save her if there was danger.<br><br>...right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>05-08-2021, 23:36:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Yokun swore under his breath as the woman trudged right up the hidden steps her voice carrying up hill and directly to the green Kobolds standing guard at the first of the landings. They hissed and squawked something in the Draconic tongue and leveled their bows at the woman. He wasn't sure if the little lizards spoke the common tongue, but he did know what shoot the human looked like.<br><br>Diving after Selphie he pulled her to the ground just as two stone tipped arrows whizzed through the air and embedded themselves in the soft ground where the woman just was. There was another pile of stones that could cover the weary travelers, more arrows pinged off the stone where the two humans were hiding. Letting out a low breath Yokun motioned for Risppt to take cover, maybe the Kobolds hadn't seen the diminutive Ranger and he could do...something. <br><br>Looking at the woman he sighed. "Keep your head down Priestess. Unless you got some magicky magic tricks to helps us."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 1:</strong> 5 HP<br><br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 2:</strong> 5 HP<br><br><strong>*special notes:</strong> THEY HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!<br><br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>06-08-2021, 00:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Heard the Kobold tongue of Yipyak hiss out which he understood and it meant they had been spotted and almost instantly arrows flashed down at the two larger companions. Hidden as he was, when no arrows came his way it confirmed that he hadn't yet been seen and from Yokun's quick action neither of his team mates had been hurt either. Continuing to slip further upwards and closer to him, he didn't know if they had been able to see if their arrows had found purchase but the fact that both Selphie and Yokun hit the dirt provided a unique opportunity. Hissing out in Yipyak once he got closer, "<strong>The two hummies fallen, get down there and get 'em</strong>!" <br><br>They might not question hearing another Kobold tell them that their arrows had found purchase and to move in and finish them off. Hopefully they would give up their high ground from Risppt's deception, as there was no way he'd be able to show his face and not eat a few arrows from them. Silver Kobold's weren't common around these parts and they'd likely know immediately he wasn't clan, especially since it seemed like they had a white or silver already present.<br><br>It was a tense moment before he heard the both of them draw out their daggers and begin moving downwards, drawing forth their battered and rusty short blades. Risppt stayed hidden, trying to move and keep himself from their eyes for as long as possible before finally just pouncing on one of them, trying to shank his metal goblin dagger into one of their backs. Unfortunately for Risppt, their alerted state the one that he was trying to stick to catch that small flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. Risppt's blade cut the green Kobold but a minor cut at best as both turned to deal with the new threat that had emerged.<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 1:</strong> 5 HP -1 HP from a stab wound.<br><br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 2:</strong> 5 HP<br><br><strong>*special notes:</strong> THEY HAVE THE HIGH GROUND! TRICKSY RISPPT!<br><br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>06-08-2021, 08:02:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br>There was some vindication that she had been right - they <em>would</em> save her life! But there was also fear. Her life had <em>needed</em> saving. She covered her head with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, curling up into a tight ball behind the rocks. She heard Yokun's sigh. She recognized it - it was the moment when her fellow adventurers realized what a dead weight she was! Like a coward, she stayed huddled as the arrows hit rock. No, she wasn't a coward. She was strategically biding her time behind her comrades! <br><br>That sounded like something a coward would say.<br><br>She opened her eyes, blinking back the panic. She could do this. She had braved all <em>sorts</em> of things now. There was that time she had to walk six miles to deliver a parcel. There was the time she had become caked in mud after rescuing a lamb that had fallen into a pit after a rainstorm. There was that time she had tried one of Mabel's experimental potions and had gassy side-effects for two days. And that time with the goblins! How had she forgotten the goblins?<br><br><strong>"I'm a god-damned Slayer of Goblins!"</strong> she cried out, pumping herself up with the war-cry. With a shriek, she popped up from behind the rock and lifted both hands above her head; that familiar golden light coalesced around her hands before she made a throwing gesture. A <em>good</em> acolyte of Casta didn't need such theatrics, but Selphie also mouthed the words as she read in her head and used her fingers to count large sums. She needed that physical touch! The golden light shot from her hands and went straight towards the kobold that wasn't engaged with Risppt. At the right angle, it looked very much like a projectile penis, but it crashed into the enemy creature quick enough that it was hard to be certain. The little guy took it right to the back of the head with such force that it knocked him forward into his green-skinned partner quite violently, slamming their heads together. Archer 1 fell to the floor at Risppt's feet while Archer 2 cried loudly out in anger and whipped around to see who had done him harm.<br><br>Selphie felt tears sting her eyes as the Kobold snarled at her. The creature was <em>mad</em> and ready for murder. How scary! <strong>"Helphelphelp!"</strong> she cried out.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Green Kobold Archer 1:</strong> 3/5 HP (-1 from incidental damage from Kobold 2 collision)<br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 2:</strong> 3/5 HP (-2 from Selphie's attack)<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>06-08-2021, 21:55:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Keeping his head down Yokun was so glad his Kobo-thingy friend decided to join the quest. The Drunk had never even thought about Risppt just talking their way through the guards. Maybe he and Selphie could pose as prisoners and Risppt could be bringing them to this Casta lizard queen...thing for a bounty or something. As the chaos went on around him Yokun pondered the possibility of using that.<br><br>But as the woman next him began glowing and threw a giant flying dong made of light he snapped back to reality. He'd never seen actual magic being used before. There was talk of some of the Monks in his order being able to use some kind of magic, but like learning the "Just right" secret Yokun's training ended before he could see if that was true or not. <br><br>Though he wasn't sure what school 'flying glowy dongs" belonged to, but he had a feeling it had something to do with this Casta fertility goddess. Did all Priestesses have this power? Or was Selphie special in that respect? It was something to think about later right now she was in the sights of an angry little lizard archer. He couldn't move fast enough to actually hit the archer before he shot her, but there was&nbsp; big rock next to him that could and as everyone knows big rock beats little bow. Lifting up a bit of the ruined stone he quickly chucked it at the Kobold Archer, but he didn't quite aim it as well as he could. But the rock did hit it's mark...sorta it struck the Kobold's bow and splintered it so that eliminated the threat, but now the Archer had a new target. Drawing it's knife the little Kobold charged after Yokun.<br><br>Thinking to lead the archer away from Selphie he ran a few feet from behind the rock shelter and stuck his tongue out at the Archer. The little scarly let out an enraged howl and doubled it's speed holding the blade out like a tiny spear aiming to stab Yokun in his shin or something. But he was ready, though the shortness of the little archer did propose a unique challenge. The Green Kobold was just at three feet tall meaning Yokun would need to either kick him or punch downwards. He'd never be able crouch low enough to get a good powerful punch going. There was much to consider, but he had underestimated the speed of the little archer out for his blood. Just as he had decided to punch down at the scaly annoyance a small rusty blade pierced the aleskin hanging at his waist. Yokun let out a shout of abject horror as he ale began sloshing out of it's container. "Blasphemer!" And swung down with all his might the metal gauntlets rang out loudly as it cracked down upon the Kobold's skull. For most other creature's it would've likely cracked their skull wide open, but this little Kobold had a legitimate bone plate on the top of his head. It absorbed the blow and stunned him enough to give Yokun the chance needed to kick the archer away sending him tumbling back towards his comrade before he dove back behind the stone barrier. "Ow I can believe that didn't work." He grumbled rubbing his wrist as it had smarted more than he expected. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 1:</strong> 3/5<br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 2:</strong> 1/5 (-2 from Yokun's punch and kick)<br><br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>07-08-2021, 04:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Risppt was happy enough the distraction worked and then between his team-mates pressing the attack on the one that was charging them, the silver Kobold with his metal knife still draw thought to press his own advantage. The Kobold that was on the floor however, was not so out of it that he was unaware of his postion, laying in wait for its chance for to strike. Risppt drew closer, hurried by the adrenaline surge of combat as he reared back to strike. That move, was the exact moment the green scaled Kobold was waiting for, lunging upwards with his own dagger and attempting to plunge it right into the traitor Kobold's guts.<br><br>Thankfully, the Kobold too had lashed out too early and should have waited for the strike to start coming down as Risppt seeing the blade coming streaking at him from the his snarling brethren he tumbled backwards away. The blade still did find purchase but a minor glancing blow off of his hide armor.<br><br>Pressing forward more, the Kobold stalked after Risppt in clear frustration that he had missed, hissing things in Yipyak that even to an ear that didn't speak the language sounded like foul curses. In his own panic, Risppt did the only thing he had the time to do as he drew a bone knife from his bandolier and whipped it at the creature. Luckily the blade did find purchase as it sunk into the Kobold's right arm, but didn't sink all that deep as even the scaled hide of the target resisted the shoddily home made weapon that Risppt used.<br><br>Metal knife still in hand, and balance regained he ceased his backpedaling as he sprung forward at the creature. His own hissed Yipyak saying something similar in retort before they met head long. The both of them slicing and cutting at each other in savage fashion, one wishing to kill the traitor even if it wasn't of his clan and the other wanting merely to aid his new friends and team-mates in their quest and prove he wasn't cursed as the clan who outcast him believed him to be.<br><br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 1:</strong> 1/5 (-2 from Dagger throw and stabby stab)<br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 2:</strong> 1/5 (-2 from Yokun's punch and kick)<br><br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>08-08-2021, 05:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>As Risppt began trading blows with his foe Yokun watched, keenly impressed by how scrappy his scaly little friend was. Kobolds have never been known for their abilities in pitched close-quarters combat. They were archers and sneak attackers mostly in his experience, but no matter how scrappy no one could hold off two attackers. And as the second Kobold archer saw Risppt as the easier target and moved to stab his rusty knife into the silver Kobold's back. And the drunken boxer could just not allow that.<br><br>Once more jumping out from behind the stone barrier and ran back into the pint-sized fray. He left Risppt to handle his own fight, but the one about to backstab was all his. Easily closing the distance Yokun caught the crabbily little lizard up by the collar of his crude armor before slinging him across the little stair way and knocking him out against his own little guard post. His bone plate would keep him from dying, but would the impact would certainly put him out of commission the rest of the day. Quickly tilting his pierced aleskin up he nodded over towards Risppt. "Risppt-buddy you good?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 1:</strong> 1/5<br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 2:</strong> 0/5(-1 knocked out by Yokun)<br><br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>12-08-2021, 01:32:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br><br>What brave companions! Yokun had just knocked out one of the pint-sized problems and Risppt was making messy work of the other green goon. Feeling emboldened by their bravery, Selphie jumped out from behind the stone barrier instead of watching for the safe distance. The boys had done most of the heavy lifting already, so now was the time to swoop in for the kill! <br><br>She watched as Risppt swished and slashed with his little blade; it fighting in melee range sure was terrifying! The potential for being injured was <em>so close</em>. Selphie was glad she had some skill in magic that kept her at a distance. <strong>"Casta,"</strong> she prayed, <strong>"please embrace us close to your bosom and keep us safe!"</strong> The request came with another flourish of holy light shaped like a single pert breast that flew from her hand with a throw. Luckily for all involved, the little booby-ball was aimed with intention instead of physical prowess and the magic missile whizzed past the silver kobold to smack the enemy right in the kisser! It knocked the green-skinned creature out and Selphie gave a satisfied smile before putting both hands on her hips. <br><br><strong>"Easy peasy!"</strong> she said with delight, giving the men (males?) a look-over. Yokun seemed just fine and while Risppt looked a little worse for wear, the priestess thought he'd be alright. <strong>"Well c'mon you two! Enough dilly-dallying. Let's find that drink!"</strong> The exclamation came with greedy glee and she clapped her hands together before pointing back to the path like it was a good idea to continue on.<br><br>Selphie was one of <em>those</em> people who didn't easily learn a lesson the first time.<br><br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 1:</strong> 0/5 (Selphie Booby Ball)<br><strong>Green Kobold Archer 2:</strong> 0/5 (-1 knocked out by Yokun)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>12-08-2021, 15:23:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Risppt was thankful when the Kobold he had been attempting to battle up close had been fell. That magical golden energy smacking the inquired green one right before he had been able to land another blow. Risppt had been tempted to finish them both, but instead he would drag both of the fallen opponents together as he tied them up with their own rope. He did make sure to gag them as well, before looking back as his two companions.<br><br>"<strong>Be more like thi-ssssss on path</strong>."<br><br>He definitely took their arrows, first and foremost and any of their other weapons. Risppt only planned on keeping the arrows though, but he didn't want them to be able to reach any blades to cut themselves free if they should wake up before the quest was done. Only once those new arrows joined his bone tipped, did he move over towards the team once more. His injury was minor, pulling out a small hand made cloth poultice that he tied around it to at least stop any bleeding.<br><br>"<strong>We need be kuh-why-it (quiet) if we go for-ward</strong>."<br><br>He winced a small bit as the medicated medieval band aid pressed against his wound, waiting to see what the other two wanted to do. A bit less certain about the path forward as it was clear from the guard they had encountered so quickly that while this was a path to the goal, the Kobold tribe well knew about this route.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>15-08-2021, 05:20:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>With the first threat neutralized, Yokun lifted the still leaking aleskin to his lips and trained the last of it before tossing the empty container aside. Risppt was right, they had followed the most dangerous path and no doubt any other Kobolds up these moss-covered steps would likely either be on high alert or were storming down the hill coming for the already. <br><br>He could possibly fight off the minuscule little lizards, but he couldn't do it forever especially now that he was out of alcohol. Looking around his drunken brain tried to think of something. Kobolds were kinda like Goblins right? Horny little things, maybe Selphie could show some skin and distract them while he and Risppt snuck up and knocked them out. He would like to avoid killing if he could, drunks or no the monks that raised him were quite against killing things.<br><br>But as he looked over the two newly knocked out archers a thought came to mind. Crouching down he began picking off some of the armor and clothing from the Archers. "So Risp-thingy...will you be able to sneak Selphie and I into the camp by saying we're spies you caught? Maybe we can cover you up enough so your scales aren't seen?" He asked holding up some of the armor and comparing it to his small lizard friend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>15-08-2021, 23:30:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br><br>Selphie scoffed. She was really good at being judgmental! It was one of those soft skills that no one seemed to appreciate. <strong>"We might as well attempt to disguise <em>you</em> for all the good it will do - he's a completely different color!"</strong> She seemed to realize that her voice was slowly rising as she made her sarcastic retort and crouched down to whisper. <strong>"Bondor seemed to think they'd mostly be passed out drunk after lunch. Maybe we won't come across many more on duty? How many Kobolds are in a tribe?"</strong> Clearly, Selphie was not a strategist. And not much of a healer - she watched without assistance as Risppt bandaged his own wound. Yikes!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>15-08-2021, 23:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Noonish, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Continued from here</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333537.msg15952223#msg15952223)</div><br>Being perfectly honest, Rei expected much more of a fight when it came to her bargaining for a greater share of the reward. She would have been suspicious about it if it wasn't for how coolly he sounded about everything. Did she trust this man with every fibre of her being? Hardly. The way he spoke, however, convinced her that he was at least capable beyond his words. " 60/40, then!"<br><br>The smaller of the two shook Lucien's hand, effectively sealing the deal, then clasped the potion bottle when it was given to her. Her grip tightened when the suggestion of not dropping it was spoken. For a brief moment, she considered if she did drop it, would it just explode and she'd cease to exist? No, she decided, shaking her head as she did. He did say it was it was a tester and you just simply don't make a lot of something you're unsure of. Her attempts at making little pocket bombs attested to the process.<br><br>"Wooden training dummies. Uh oh. I've seen my fair share of those so if it's revenge they want, I'm in trouble!" Rei, perhaps trying to overcompensate for the lack of gusto that Lucien had, may have gone a little too far in the other direction. By the time she finished laughing at her own joke (and if asked, would say it was very much different from Lucien's), the alchemist was practically out of town and she had to pick up her pace in order to get back in stride with him. Once she was, the little ninja held the potion aloft to look at it a little closer.<br><br>As far as potions go, Rei was only familiar with any that were red in colour. She'd learned from her travels to even get to Amberdale that red liquids were good, green tended to be poison, blue let those throw-fireballs-from-their-hands types do their thing, and yellow could go in any direction depending on who made it. This was one of the latter, though the little glittery bits was an interesting feature. Maybe that's where the strength came from?<br><br>"Sooo..." Rei said, tilting the bottle this way and that while they walked. She made sure to keep the bottle upright as to not freak her newest party member out. "Is there like, a recipe book that you follow for these things? Do you just put a bunch of stuff that tastes funny together and hope for the best? Am I going to grow a hundred feet tall and stomp on some wooden dummies?" Similar questions continued the entire time they stayed on the path to Generic Cave Dungeon One. Lucien could be thankful that it wasn't too out of the way so Rei couldn't bombard him with questions any longer.<br><br>Stepping up to the cave entrance, Rei followed one of the very first instructions she had gotten by uncorking the bottle with her teeth, spitting it out, then proceeded to chug its contents without a second thought. Finishing it in a single gulp, she held the empty container aloft in a similar manner to how she did during their trek, though she dramatically threw it against the ground to watch it shatter soon after. "Hey, I think it's working!"<br><br>She could probably have broken the glass before she drank the potion, but Rei couldn't help herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>16-08-2021, 03:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Perhaps surprisingly, Lucien seemed happy to answer the question about his alchemical processes. So happy, in fact, that once he started, he did not shut up for nearly an hour of their trek. Whereas in the face of her joke he did not so much as crack a smile, the subject of healing and empowering potions brought a glint to his already gleaming eyes. As it it would turn out, he had experience with alchemy, and many years of it. The problem was that this was a new and 'very different' branch, one that he aimed to master even better once he worked the kinks of his old ways out.<br><br>Once he'd finished, however, the brunette was able to return to her question flurry, most of which he answered, if curtly. <br><br>"...Red. Red is my favorite color," he said, answering her latest question as they finally neared the cave in question. "I should ask: what are your combat capabilities--?" he cut himself off at the sound of glass shattering. His head quickly turned to face her, but upon seeing the glistening at her lips, he breathed a sigh of relief. Though his eyes widened when she said the potion might already be working. <br><br>"You do?" he replied, taking out a small logbook and jotting down notes with serious intent. "Hm, a fast acting effect. Very efficient." A rare smile crossed his lips again as he took his notes, and even remained a few moments longer when he gestured forward toward the mouth of the cave. "After you. My attacks are best done at range, and I see you have that fancy sword to engage with."<br><br>Beyond the mouth of the cave lay a dark interior. It was difficult to see anything at all past the space where the sunlight cut merged to shadow, but if one listened closely enough, they would hear the creaking of wood. A soft, consistent sound. A pattern leading back and forth, almost like the footsteps of a pacing guard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>17-08-2021, 05:25:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Noonish, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>In all of Rei's hijinks, she missed the part about Lucien asking her about what exactly it was that she was good at. Her potion-lathered grin was noted by him in that moment - so much so that he whipped out a little logbook to jot all of the details down. She felt a little guilty about her little joke then, thinking that perhaps she had gone a little too far and was in the midst of ruining the natural and very complex process of alchemy. Mentally, she made a promise to both herself and Lucien that she would only report any clear signs of the bolstering potion doing its bolstering business as advertised.<br><br>"Okay! I'll go first. Try and be sneaky about everything, alright? I don't want to get bonked on the head more than I have to." Rei smirked before wiping away at her lips with her left forearm while her right hand reached for the fancy sword that he had mentioned. She slashed the air this way and that to make a bit of a show of it and to test whether or not the potion actually was as efficient as she first joked. Didn't seem that way, but she wasn't about to disappoint Lucien given how excited bright and joyful he seemed to be when he heard that it was performing as it should. Relatively speaking, that is.<br><br>Bending down slightly at the hip and knees, as if she really needed to be closer to the ground than she naturally is, Rei began their journey into the cave system. The ninja was still not entirely sure what it was that they were looking for, or even if they were only meant to rid the cave of its dummy inhabitants, but she had a feeling that as long as they undoubtedly got to the end of the cave, they would find exactly what that thing was. She could feel the anticipation in her gut, along with a little warmth growing further south. That's a bit new...<br><br>It wasn't long until they had gotten their first hint that they weren't alone in this cave. A familiar creaking of wood, with some added spice of it being upright, somewhat sentient, and on patrol. Rei looked back, somewhat expecting Lucien to be right behind her but standing tall and ready to fling something at the wooden training dummy that she could just barely make out in the dark. "Alright... I'm going to try and get around this thing and poke it in the back. Bail me out if things get bad?"<br><br>Not waiting for approval, Rei hugged one wall of the cave, slowly making her way to the wooden sentinel. She'd stop whenever it was looking in her direction (or at least thought it was looking in her direction), then continue inching closer when she was confident it was travelling away from her. Soon, she was ready to pounce, completely emboldened by what was thought to be a bolstering potion adding a bit of punch to her strike. Sword at her side, Rei lunged at the machination, cutting it clear in two with very little effort at all. Was it the potion or her sneakiness that did the work? There was no telling - she was a little too distracted by the fact that the pacing sound didn't stop. In fact, it had gotten a touch louder and sounded as if it were coming directly toward them. "What did I say about being sneaky!?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>17-08-2021, 06:05:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Lucien nodded, quite unnecessarily, at the brunette's words. She was off as soon as she'd finished speaking, and even if she'd remained, he was doubtful that she could see as well in the dark as he could. So he followed, slightly hunched but all the more silent as he watched her every move. He had to admit an appreciation for the way she skulked through the darkness, and even more for the way she sliced through her enemy with nary an alert. She was like a panther, sleek and nimble--near liquid in motion--and stronger than she appeared. And strength he appreciated even despite himself.<br><br>But, he realized, this could be an effect of his potion. There was no doubt an element of her own training and skill in the execution--a beefed up amateur could accomplish little in comparison--but the thought of his influence pleased him from an academic perspective even as it cooled his level of awe.<br><br>His thoughts, calculating and not, were interrupted soon enough by more creaking manifesting, growing louder. Closer. He reached into one of the many pockets inlaid within his cloak, unfastened it and pulled free another bottle. The liquid inside was as green as the earth, and glinting with pleasant blue flecks within. This potion he held as he righted himself, standing calm and casual while the creaking grew louder. Louder.<br><br>He heard a rattle of alert, and just after, the training dummy stepped round the corner, arms breaking from their stiff, starfish-like positioning to ready for battle. <br><br>Then he flung the bottle. It flipped once. Twice. And...<br><br>BOOM!<br><br>A burst of greenish blue flame engulfed the wooden being, scorching and scarring it deep as Lucien watched on with a slight frown. "Another failure, but a useful one in the end," he said, taking out his notebook again to jot down results. "It may get noisier now, but I'm sure we can handle it. Just let the potion sweep you into pure adrenaline." With a reassuring nod that was not at all reassuring, he readied another two bottles of 'healing potions' and prepared to give the young human backup, just as a trio of creaking dummies stormed from the dark in their rickety, comical way.<br><br>"Oh, and try not to explode."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>17-08-2021, 06:05:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Risppt considered Yokun's words as he finished with his poultice, looking over at Selphie too and gave a helpless little shrug. "<strong>If I put up hood, may-be they not ssssss-see, captivessss would work but</strong>." his brown furrowed as he looked between the two of them, stopping speaking at the but and letting the silence hang in the air for a moment.<br><br>Climbing definitely wasn't an option though, and if they went up the path without doing something...they might be in even WORSE shape. <br><br>Clearing his throat, "<strong>You would both need to be...um...nearly naked or naked</strong>." His tribe, before exile when they took captives stripped them down to ensure nothing was hidden. Granted, the pretty priest lady had her magics and Yokun fought with his fists but he wasn't really entirely sure how they would react to such a proposal. <br><br>Risppt figured that sneaking was going to be out, they hadn't even managed to avoid the first set of guards and the closer they got to camp, the more alert some of them would be. Hopefully those reports were accurate about those in the camp being drunk, otherwise it was only going to get more dangerous even once they got there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>17-08-2021, 23:50:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Noonish, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>As the creaking grew louder and closer, Rei was practically stepping from one foot to the other in panic. Quickly dispatching one of those wooden suckers was one thing, but a having a number of them coming at her when she could barely see them was an entirely different matter. The shadows and the element of surprise was her bread and butter! Looking at something that wants to beat her up directly in its wooden face? Nuh-uh.<br><br>The young girl looked to Lucien, whose tall frame and blue eyes she could still manage to make out in the darkness. He looked like he was up to something, though he was being far too cool and casual about it for her liking. Figuring that facing the threat head on was the best way not to get the living snot beaten out of her by inexplicably sentient dummies, Rei turned to face the impending crowd. She wasn't so brave as stand there completely ready to thwack at them with her sword, however, as she took a few backwards steps toward Lucien. Just as the first of the wooden guardians turned the corner, a glass bottle flew just over her one shoulder and engulfed the dummy in a flame that Rei, on any other day, would marvel at.<br><br>Lucien spoke again after his first act in the fight, though Rei wasn't in the state of mind to really listen. She wasn't very confident that wooden dummies could be surprised by anything, though that didn't stop her from thinking she could take advantage of the fact that one of their buddies was suddenly a pile of ash to surprise the rest of the training dummies. With a running start, Rei leapt through the chemical fire and slashed once at the closest dummy. Losing a real sense of surprise, her sword was lodged halfway into the sentient stump. Wanting to keep her distance, the ninja thought quickly and let go of her blade just to kick its handle and send the thing backward and into the rest of its friends. Without her primary weapon, Rei reached for the kunai on her thigh, though it was hardly needed as the three burst into flame courtesy of another one of Lucien's healing grenades.<br><br>"Please tell me you have more of those for when we get further into the cave! They're so cool!" Rei felt safe enough to laugh at her little outburst, not hearing any of that creaking that was the start of their trouble. She walked over to the wooden dummy that was temporarily holding her sword and carefully yanked it out of it while trying not to explode. Perhaps getting a little too comfortable with their current situation, Rei sheathed her weapon and waited for Lucien to catch up from where he stood earlier. The brief moment she had to herself let her take note of that warmth deep in the pit of her gut and the cooler air of the cave against her skin. Not a whole lot of weight was put on these sensations, chalking it all up to the excitement of being in the midst of a quest. Seeing Lucien emerge from the flames of his own creation was a healthy distraction as well, with his piercing blues looking back at her and his tall frame surely capable of doing whatever he pleased with her.<br><br>Rei blinked once or twice as the perverse thought crossed her mind, then quickly spun on her heel to face the depths of the cave in case Lucien caught the blush in cheeks. "You'll be glad to know I'm not exploded." she spoke quickly as if the words would save her some embarrassment. "You ready to keep going?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>18-08-2021, 03:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Lucien's grim disappointment--unseen by the human in the dark--lifted somewhat with the praise she gave, turning to mild embarassment instead. "Thank you. They were meant to be healing potions but they were a...bad batch." An awkward smile followed, one that she would be able to see as he approached, his face lit by the flames his alchemy had provided. "Not exploded indeed. At least this potion is..." he trailed off as he noticed the flush in her cheeks. In the dimness of his darkvision it would not have be noticeable, but the flames revealed all. A brow cocked, but before he could ask how she was feeling, she'd spun around ready to march ahead. Odd.<br><br>"Hold a second," he said, pausing a moment to jot down notes of her strange behavior. "Are you feeling a sort of 'rush'? An itch for combat and destruction. That is intended for this creation, though I hope I haven't tuned its effectiveness too high." A light hum left him then, thoughtful and rumbling. "I need you to keep me updated as we go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>18-08-2021, 04:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Noonish, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Gloved hands to cheeks, Rei could still feel the heat on them when Lucien had closed the distance between them. He asked if she was doing alright, his little notebook poised and ready to jot down whatever it was that she was going to report about his bolstering potion and its effects. When he took out his notebook the very first time at the front of the cave, he scribbled into his pad of paper when she poked fun at the potion and how it made her strong enough to smash its container on the ground. She promised she was going to only be helpful about her reporting since then, and she was going to keep to it, dammit.<br><br>"Yeah, there's definitely a rush!" Not a whole truth, but definitely not a lie. Rei felt the way she did when she had a few drinks in her in the tavern with the lights down low and it was getting to be late. That desire to find someone and stave off sleep for a few more hours. Her hands left her cheeks as she mentally tried to figure out what exactly it was that she was feeling, and when those same hands crossed each other over her chest, she shiver ever-so-slightly at the sensation of skin-on-skin. At first she thought the air in the cave was simply just damp and cold, but perhaps she was just a little sensitive. Everywhere.<br><br>"An itch... Yep. Y-you can call it an itch." Another half truth. She turned away from him again and started walking in the name of finishing this quest as soon as possible. "Come on already! I got some gold to collect." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>18-08-2021, 05:56:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>"Rush...itch..." he nodded lightly as he echoed her in a mumbled voice and scribbled down her wording, making sure to add an extra note about her blatant shifting and eagerness for action. "Very well, I'll lead the way since we no longer have the element of surprise. According to the bounty there shouldn't be that many more of them anyhow."<br><br>Without much time wasted he carried on, a part of him concerned about being at the end of her kunai if she wasn't given more things to beat up. Though, of course, the thought of it was mildly exciting to him. Disturbing to normal people, sure, but his homeland was far from normal, as he'd come to learn.<br><br>It wasn't long before the creaking sounds manifested again. Less cacophonous than before. There were few left, just as he'd thought. "Ah, I remembered something," he said, his timing terrible, "we probably should have spoken to the quest giver before going on the quest. Hm, maybe we could still negotiate terms with them if we pretend not to have done their quest first...?"<br><br>Lost in thought, he didn't pay much heed to the increase in wooden creaking. Nor did he think of the possibility of these dummies having any sort of ranged defenses. And so he did not defend himself from the flying iron training weight that unceremoniously knocked him upside the head, unbalancing and nearly toppling him. The dummy who'd thrown it was left weaponless, but the one beside it had another ready to go--its stick-like arm slotted through the center hole of the weight and rotating quickly to pick up velocity for the next throw. Even in the dark, Rei would see that it was aiming for the still-dazed Lucien, whose form slumped against the wall as he rubbed his head and cursed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>19-08-2021, 03:15:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Yokun had just finished stripping the knocked out Kobolds of their armor and weapons when Risppt talked about having to be naked for the prisoner scheme to work. It made sense once he stopped and thought about it, no brigands would let armed prisoners into their midst. He glanced over at Selphie she had a great body so seeing her naked would be a nice consolation prize before they get murdered. But what would happen to their clothes and stuff? He doubted Risppt would be able to just carry their things into the camp and give them back. He handed the small Kobold the Archer's gear to pick what he wanted from them. "Here suit up just in case."<br><br>As the unofficial leader of this group it seemed to fall on the drunk to figure this out. Sitting down on his ass in thought he picked up one of the bottles the guards were carrying and sniffed it. The alcohol was strong with this one, he had no idea what kind it was, but if the little lizards could drink it so could he. Tipping it back the liquid fell into his mouth like liquid fire. He actually coughed from the pain and almost spat the blazing juice back up. It must be some homebrew nonsense the Kobold made when they started running out of the good stuff.<br><br>Still as the booze hit his stomach another idea struck him. "Ok wez best not be nekkie." He was in the slurred word of being drunk phase now. Maybe wez be..*hic* bestin' tyinng to snake up...yeah." Actually falling onto his stomach Yokun began slowly crawling up the uncovered steps the Kobold's had cleared past the Archer Blinds. "Sday low." He whispered back to his companions as he crawled along.<br><br>Moving slowly...either by design or intent it isn't known. But what is known is that after the two archers the group only encountered one more group of guards. They were the door guards, and not only were they an angry red color, but they were huge...at least their upper bodies were. Their legs were there and looked strong enough, but these Kobolds were practically sitting on their knuckles swinging back and forth like they were on swingsets. Keeping low Yokun took in a deep breath and looked at Risppt. "Ze shuck are those?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>19-08-2021, 04:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Noonish, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Rei let out a big breath when Lucien appeared to have taken her for her word about what exactly it was that she was feeling in that moment. She was never one to embarrass easily, though admitting that she was feeling more of a flush of arousal than a rush for seeing her enemies toppling over, an itch she couldn't quite scratch deep down inside rather than a yearning for combat. Maybe, really, it was all one in the same and she just never quite had a bloodlust before. Maybe that's why the word lust is in there...<br><br>There was no idling to be done over their most recent victory or for the young girl trying to work out what exactly she was feeling. Lucien had mentioned that this was some kind of bounty and the real goal was to made sure the awakened training dummies went back to sleep. Rei was a little disappointed that there wasn't going to be some kind of treasure at the end of this, but as she started after the alchemist that was now taking the lead, she quickly forgot about that brief bout of sadness.<br><br>Walking slower behind Lucien, without much of a crouch this time, Rei had to keep reminding herself to breath and keep her mind on the task at hand. The cave's once perceived cool air didn't do much of anything to keep the heat of her body at bay. She swore she was nearly sweating with each step. Every time her heel stroke against the rock floor, it alone sent shivers up her spine. Her skin ached against her clothing, every inch of her seemingly reacting to her tight body suit. Her shoulders and thighs weren't saved at all when her traditional suit grazed against her. That warmth she felt earlier was a full blown wooden dummy that became alight thanks to some thankful mishaps in the alchemy lab. <br><br>Unconsciously, a hand drifted from her side as she walked to the space between her legs. Rei became very aware of the furnace there along with wetness she wasn't know she could create. What the hell was happening? Is this really what Lucien's potion was doing to her? Can she even really tell him? As she battled herself mentally, a lone, rogue finger pressed up against her slit underneath her traditional dress and through her bodysuit. If she ever was going to let her party member know, she moaned lightly instead. That caused the girl to stop dead in her tracks and watch Lucien for any reaction of his own. <br><br>Listening for Lucien whipping out his notebook and return the favour of all those questions that she asked him while making their way to the cave didn't happen. Instead, that creaking noise returned, along with him beginning a thought and voicing as such. It was a perfect moment for a ball of light to pop up above his head as if a good idea had manifested there, but instead a large weight crashed into him then and sent him against the opposite wall. Rei very quickly forgot about wanting to get railed and drew her sword from its sheath once again. She looked toward the direction that the first weight had come from and spotted a second being launched in Lucien's direction. Thinking on her feet, the girl ran and leapt in front of the path of the projectile and braced herself for contact by shielding herself with her weapon. The darkness didn't let her perceive the physics of anything very well, with the force of the weight and the angle causing her sword to fly into the depths of the cave one way, the weight another, and she herself against the same wall that Lucien was trying to reorient himself against.<br><br>"Are you alright!?" Rei asked through a groan, standing herself up straight by using the wall as a crutch. "A thousand more of those exploding potions would be really great right about now." Despite not being able to pinpoint what she would be throwing them at, the ninja reached her right hand down to her thigh to grab one of her smaller knives while desperately ignoring the wonderful sensations she felt as the blade dragged along its casing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>19-08-2021, 05:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>His ears rang, a reverberation through mind and body, dizzying and unpleasant. His body near pleaded for a quick sitdown, but the danger of the moment was incredibly motivating. He righted himself, forcing his eyes on enemy and ignoring the slow, cool trickle of wetness at the back of his head. And it was just in time to see the weight hurtling toward him.<br><br>He stabilzed his footing, readied himself to move, unknowing if it would be enough. And...<br><br><em>Clang!</em><br><br>Rei appeared before him in a flash, deflecting the heavy weight and losing her fancy blade in the process. When her back hit the wall he was quick to place a hand at her shoulder, squeezing firmly to gain her attention. "Good work." It was simple and curt for a thank you, and lacking those specific words, but there was an earnestness to his voice as he stood, reaching into his inner pockets for more potions.<br><br>Out came a liquid of wintry ice. He popped the cork off, lifted it it, and drank it down...<br><br>A second passed, then another, and finally, as the third second struck, his mouth opened and a gout of blue engulfed one of the dummies. A blizzard-like flurry, it seemed. But soon enough the flash of light past, leaving the dummy untouched. A low, deep sigh escaped the alchemists mouth, a breath visible with the remnants of blue light.<br><br>Then, a sizzling sound echoed through the cave, followed by a crackling as the wooden dummy grew all the stiffer. It froze, pieces of it breaking off in icy chunks as it toppled over motionless.<br><br>A smile touched upon Lucien's face, the look in his eye making his urge to whip out his notebook all too clear. But for now he took a look at the final dummy, then at Rei, then at the weapon left discarded. "This one's all yours," he said, before dashing towards the blade, taking up its hilt, and tossing it toward the plucky ninja.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>20-08-2021, 04:18:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Defense was never a play in Rei's book, but she felt obligated to ensure that her fellow party member was going to be conscious for whatever it was that was beyond these two dummies. That, and he was holding onto the bounty and presumable knew who to talk to so if she wanted to get some coin out of this, it was in her best interest to keep him upright. Or those are the things that she would tell Lucien if he ever asked. She was a little worried that she wasn't ever going to come down from his little potion that he had given her and while putting her in this predicament, he may be the only one who can get her out of it, too.<br><br>Lucien's thanks, on any other day, would have been met with a knowing nod and a charge at the threat as if it was no big deal. Now, the light touch was electric, and the small squeeze of her shoulder sent a pulse right down between her legs. She squirmed a little beneath his innocent gesture and was thankful that the alchemist didn't linger on it by instead freezing one of those able wooden dummies in its tracks. <em>Cool.</em><br><br>There was little time to watch Lucien's work as another dummy could be heard further in the cave coming toward them. The creaking was slower, which made her think that it was gearing up to hurl another weight at one of them. She ran toward it, in part because Lucien encouraged her to be rid of it, though the biggest motivator was perhaps to get this over and done with so she can get back to her pile of hay behind the tavern and find some relief. A kunai was launched at the rickety wood, which acted as something of a tracer given the <em>thunk</em> she heard when it made contact. Her hands became free at just the right time as her sword was tossed just in front of her. Rei lunged for it, then used her momentum to run through the wooden dummy. Only when she stopped on the other side of it did the whole being split away from itself in two. It was something out of a story book.<br><br>Finding herself slightly ahead in the cave than her partner once again, Rei took the time to catch her breath and take stock. They were doing good work and clearly had some chemistry between them. That's good. She's dicing these things up in single strokes, usually, so maybe the potion really is doing as advertised. They're also wood, though, and she's done more of the same when training. So maybe when it came to bolstering her strength, the jury was still out on that one. So was her desperately wanting to rip off her clothes to spare herself from feeling her chest ache against them and the growing dampness between her legs a side effect of the potion or really all it was good for? Too early to tell, and still not worth letting Lucien know out of sheer embarrassment.<br><br>The ninja bent down to pick up the kunai that was lodged in the dummy by her feet. Her thighs grazed against each other, making her let out a soft moan as they did. Even her knee touching the rocky ground gave her pause. She was slow to get up and even slower to put the small knife back into its home on her thigh so not to excite herself any further. <br><br>"Hey, Lucien." Rei said rather sharply when he undoubtedly closed in on her, if only to get her point across faster. "You doing okay? That thing got you pretty good from what I saw. Let me see!" She gestured for him to get down to her level so she could check on his head. "Still remember what you were talking about before or is it gone along with some of your blood?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>20-08-2021, 05:09:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Lucien watched the remainder of the fight intensely. Even injured his eyes did not leave the product of his work, especially as it affected a woman capable of such skillful violence. He would have to commend her once this was all over, that he knew well. And, given her skillful display, it did not take long for her opponent to fall into neatly cut logs, in tune with the sheathing of her blade. Suppressing a smile, he moved ahead to check the direction the two dummies came from. There he heard no creaking, but he did see a worktable. And on it lay something quite interesting. "I see..."<br><br>He turned, marching toward his ally to tell her of his findings--and for much needed updates on her condition--and he arrived just in time to hear a beautifully soft moan stretch from her lips to the cave walls. Immediately part of him hoped that he misheard or misunderstood. If only to spite the parts of him that thrilled at the thought of deviancy--<em>especially</em> amidst battle. Old habits died hard.<br><br>By the time he reached her she seemed to be normal, or at the very least she wasn't grinding against her own palm as his imagination briefly conjured. Maybe he was overthinking a mere sound of exertion, letting his mind run wild after the excitement of a fight. <br><br>When she asked about his injury, he lightly shook his head. "I'm just fine. My particular biology makes it so that I don't...bleed much. And I can very much remember my last thoughts. More importantly," now he leaned in, reaching eye level with her and watching her with close scrutiny, "I heard you make a...sound. Is the potion causing you any discomfort? Do you need more things to destroy? Are experiencing any explosive feelings?" And of course, out came the notepad and inkpen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>20-08-2021, 05:36:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Rei tilted her head to one side when Lucien started to go on about his biology. Do tall people just not bleed as much? She squinted at him as he spoke, trying hard to discern what it was he was trying to say. Those same eyes shot open when the alchemist leaned in to get to her eye level and started to ask more questions about how it was that she was feeling. His word choice was painful.<br><br>"I-uh... slow down." She spoke with laboured breath, still getting over the sudden shock of him getting close to her and her clothing jostling around and causing her those little sparks against her skin. Deciding she was comfortable again, Rei began to answer his questions, though couldn't exactly look him in the eye as she did so.<br><br>"A sound? Not sure about that. I just had to pick up my knife that I had to throw to save your lanky butt." Rei was unconscious of the consequences of reaching for her kunai, as it wouldn't even be a second thought under normal circumstances. As soon as she dragged the blade out from its confines, she had to suppress another shudder. "It-ahh... it was stuck in this thing pretty good so I had to shimmy it out. Maybe that's what you heard." A full on lie, this time.<br><br>She had to pause and recall Lucien's earlier questions, which wasn't coming quickly to her as she also spent the time slowly putting that knife back in its place while she thought. "Destroy things? Yeah, I think I need to break every one of these dumb dummies in these caves so we can get out of here." A devious part of her wanted to say so she could strip down and fuck the closest thing to her, but it was hardly appropriate. The survival part of her quietly suggested that they were still very much in a precarious situation and being alert and strong was paramount. A strength bolstering potion that didn't drive her up the wall would have been great in this situation.<br><br>Still having time for jokes but little time to stand around, Rei walked in the direction that Lucien apparently made a discovery while answering his last question. "Explosive feelings?" The ninja very nearly went on to say that she wouldn't mind exploding in climax all over his face after he lapped her wet pussy lips up thanks to his potion. She didn't, though. "Well, you've apparently moved on to neat freezing potions, so no, I don't think I've got any explosive feelings right now. "<br><br>Stepping up to the worktable that Lucien was at moments ago, Rei gave it a quick look over but couldn't spot anything of interest on it. Her mind was stuck on the idea that some freaky little goblin was making these things and was only maybe four thousand short of making an army of wooden dummies. Not to mention she couldn't get the image of her lying atop with only her boots on while Lucien entered her for the very first time. Healthy thoughts such as these didn't lend themselves to investigative work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>20-08-2021, 06:39:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Her responses were halting, even stuttered. Frustration seemed to build in her as he spoke--an oddity in itself given the high speed of her conversational prowess before the imbibing occurred. A sheen of sweat had noticeably gathered on her brow. Normal after being in battle, yet her distracted air brought his attention to it all the same. This was a bad side effect indeed. If only she would be more open in relaying them. It would at least dispel his most pervading (and most perverse) theory.<br><br>But she was off again soon after, looking for things to destroy. That, at least, he could appreciate. "Ah, you found the worktable. I'm not sure if you can read this etching in the dark," he said, his finger tracing over a corner of the flat surface. She wouldn't see anything there but flatness pitched in the same shadow that filled the cave, but if she ran her finger above it she would feel the engraving. "'Zutta wuz here.' Zutta is a kobold name if I've ever heard one. She could be the key to this mystery." Looking closer, he noticed a cylinder shape laid across one of the worktable's legs. An appendage for a new dummy, perhaps?<br><br>With a shrug of his shoulders he continued on, whispering "come" to the preoccupied ninja. "If this Zutta is here, we may be able to capture her and get to the bottom of this mystery."<br><br>He led the way into the last passage of the cavern, careful to listen out for creaking, but he heard none. If there were any dummies about, they were deathly still.<br><br>Finally they approached the final portion, and thankfully for the ninja, the lit lantern within set a flickering light across the corridor walls and bathed the pair in color as they entered through an oddly symmetrical rocky archway. Looking around, able to see clearly and without shade, they would see...<br><br>No one.<br><br>All that remained was a tattered sleeping bag, bundles of tiny clothes, a staff made for a smaller race leaned up against a shoddy writing desk, and a few scattered notes obviously left behind. "It seems our target fled," Lucien sighed, moving to kneel down and examine one of the papers on the cavern floor. "Perhaps we really should have been quieter..." he trailed off, brows knitting together as he read the words on the sheet of paper. "'Zutta wuz here...suckers...'"<br><br>He turned just in time to see the makeshift bars fall from the rocky archway, slamming shut and trapping the two of them. <br><br>Then came a frail yet malicious voice from whence they came. <strong>"Hahahaha suckers!"</strong> Out in the corridor stood a small, lizardlike figure of pink scales and . <strong>"All's I had to do was hide and let you two nosey idiots walk right into my trap. For people so stupid, it's surprising that you discovered <em>and</em> foiled my most genius plan!"</strong><br><br>Lucien blinked slowly, then cast Rei a glance and a shrug that said 'I have no idea what she's talking about.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>21-08-2021, 04:38:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Rei was idling looking about the worktable for any good clue that it was actually worth taking a peek it. Considering everything else that they have found in the cave, which was only notably wobbling dummies, there surely must be something. Lucien saved her the embarrassment of staring at the fixture for too long by striding up alongside her. Just his presence being within a foot of her was enough to make her wonder what was underneath all of that clothing of his and what other weapons he was carrying around. She shook the thoughts of her head and tried to distract herself again with the worktable. Her quest partner spoke, talking about something of a kobold being around, but Rei's eyes were fixated on the wooden cylinder on the table. Now was not the time to think about sitting on it and riding it until the next morning.<br><br>The little ninja, unfortunately, returned to reality when Lucien whispered to her, the singular word making her wish that he would just make her. Rei simply nodded in reply, taking the first few steps in following Lucien a little slower so she could get acclimate to moving and the new, though not unfamiliar, sensations that came along with it. As they descended further into the cave, the girl distracted herself with what she could see on the walls and ultra-focused on listening for what was definitely going to be some traumatic creaking of wood. Nothing of interest caught her eye until a lantern in what she could only describe as a room in the cave. If there was ever an end to a dungeon cave, this was it in her book.<br><br>"Oh. So we were after a kobold this entire time? I don't get why the locals always have a problem with kobolds. There's probably a few good ones out there. Maybe they're all good and it's us that are the bad ones!" Rei couldn't tell you where the slight epiphany came from, either. The best clue would be that if whatever they were looking for wasn't here, then they could be done with it for now and she can go find somewhere nice and warm to finally find some relief to her itch. Unlike the one Lucien was jotting down in his notebook, anyway. Maybe she could nab that cylinder on the way out...<br><br>As her partner kneeled down and read a sheet of paper on the ground, bars sank down from the archway that they had past, effectively trapping them in the room. Rei turned in the direction of the sound at first, then focused on the voice that came beyond it. She listened to the shrill voice speak, taking note of at first how awful of a tone it had, then on the words. Being insulted by such a weird looking thing was kind of funny to Rei at first, until the fact that herself and Lucien were in fact trapped here now for messing up some kind of evil genius plot. It became less funny the more she considered what all of this meant.<br><br>Being trapped in here was bad under any circumstances. Did she pack for an extended stay? Obviously not. Was it still dark and annoying in here even with a lantern? Yes, absolutely. Is being made a fool of a good feeling to have? Nope. Did she still desperately need to get the living hell fucked out of her? Definitely. Anything good to come from this situation involved getting out of this room and the bad monster keeping her in it was this stupid Zutta. As far as Rei was concerned, the math was simple. Awful situation minus dumb kobold equals relief.<br><br>Looking to Lucien, she caught him shrugging in disbelief, taking that as a cue to take the reins. The smaller of the two reached for her kunai and started bolting toward the makeshift bars and the kobold. As she ran, she managed to throw them threw the rickety barricade and into the corridor. When she reached the rock archway, Rei looked about it for any signs that her throwing knives made their mark. All she got in return was another shriek of laughter.<br><br>"Don't you have any potions that will just melt these things so I can strangle this kobold!?" Rei's frustration was clear now, but if any more hints that she wasn't a fan of being trapped, her gripping the bars with both hands and rattling them back and forth in hopes that they would just give may convince anyone otherwise. So much for peace between the races.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>21-08-2021, 06:12:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>The shriek of laughter trailed off as the pink little kobold skipped away. Then came one last cackling tease. <strong>"Come to think of it, if you die in here I can start all over. My dummy infiltration plan is a go!"</strong> She sounded excited about it if nothing else. Certainly not a good thing.<br><br>With a shake of his head, Lucien stood and reached for one of his many vials and potions. "I might. To be quite honest, their effects can be...random. All that I know is that they don't harm me. But, here is hoping..." <br><br>As he neared the area, he gestured for his partner to step back for own safety, then began the lengthy process of throwing potions at the bars, watching them shatter and liquid splash followed by various effects. First came a flash of crackling electricity; then a thunderous boom that briefly left their ears ringing; then a simple splash of harmless water; then a poof of pink smoke as the pleasant scent of flowers filled the room. <br><br>Last but not least came what seemed like another splash of water, but over time it followed with a cavalcade of sizzling drops. Acid eating through the bars...very, very slowly.<br><br>"Well, that should work. Over time. In the meantime, why don't we work on the next status update?" Moving away from the sizzling bars and closer to her, he closely inspected her face and the state of her pupils. The perspiration and flush of her skin were particularly intriguing. "Tell me how the potion is treating you. It seems to be upping your frustration levels." And of course, out came the notepad and inkpen. An inkpen that Rei would now notice was rather long and thicker than a man's middle finger, the non-pointed end quite suitably rounded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>22-08-2021, 01:57:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong>Selphie gave Risppt a thoughtful look. It was hard to tell what she was thinking in the moment, but she seemed to be measuring the Kobold up. It seemed as though his suggestion <em>might</em> have surprised her into a blissful moment of silence while Yokun began to drink his worries away. The Cleric crossed her arms, still looking Risppt down. At some point, it might be considered unnerving. What the hell was she thinking?<br><br><strong>"A ruse,"</strong> she said slowly. There was a hint of disbelief and it could be assumed that she might be thinking this was a trick to get her naked. Of course, she had <em>never</em> fallen for something like that.<br><br>Not that she would <em>admit</em> to, at least.<br><br>In truth, she <em>had</em> fallen for such a scheme before and it had been humiliating. Her current stare-down with the friendly Kobold companion was due to the mental effort she was expending trying to determine if Risppt was just taking advantage of the situation to get the full view of her naked body. She didn't <em>think</em> he was the type, but her strengths hardly lie in thinking. Risppt was quite the gentleman for being... well, not a man. Not a <strong>hu</strong>man. She had gotten her delightful little peek at what he was packing and he was certainly a <em>man</em>. The thought derailed her deductive powers; it was much more pleasing to be lost in the memory of her silver-streaking-savior than it was to remember the time she had willingly stripped nude and made herself the butt of some joke. <br><br>Yokun seemed to have other ideas, though. No sooner had he downed the spirits, he was slithering like a snake on the ground. That seemed so... dirty. Did they really have to? Not to mention the rocks! She was <em>not</em> dressed for such things! But she wasn't going to argue with the de facto leader lest it imply that she wanted the burden of decision making to fall on her shoulders. Hard pass! <br><br>She assumed a spot behind Yokun, but didn't immediately start following suit. Instead, she turned to give a coy look at Risppt before sliding her hand across her belt and unlatching the hook. The release caused the belt to drop to the floor, taking her blue skirts down with it. Really, crawling in skirts was just a bad idea; it was better to do it... semi-naked. This gave the kobold a full view of her blue-pantied bottom. In true style, her undergarments matched her outfit. Probably even custom-made to go with it! There were stretch marks on her thighs - before starting her life as an adventurer, it was apparent that her life of luxury had allowed her to maintain a fuller figure. Now, the softness and roundness were slowly fading away as physical activity sculpted a new fit figure. She smiled as she pulled her hair scarf down and then put both garments in her bag. The bag and her sleeves would also be a pain while crawling, but one she would have to endure. The thought of giving her kobold friend a full view of her round bottom while crawling was amusing enough to temper the irritation.<br><br>The stealthy slide was <em>not</em> fun, but Selphie did not complain out loud. She didn't need to attract any more arrows to their position. Relief flooded her when Yokun finally halted, pointing out two ape-like kobolds. <strong>"They're stacked!"</strong> she whispered, admiring the muscle. Then she deflated. <strong>"They probably hit hard. Not something I want to go through. Can we go around?"</strong> She looked at the environment, her heart sinking further. The enemy had sure had picked a good place to have an advantage over unwanted guests.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>22-08-2021, 06:50:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Risppt tended towards silence and thoughtful observation around most people, that was mostly due to his lack of comfort with the human tongue. His red eyes flickered back and forth between Yokun and Selphie, seeing what the party would decide for the plan itself. Only once Selphie's eyes fixed onto the small Kobold, would he look up and meet her gaze. There was no maliciousness in it, or even a pervy sort of desire to see her naked. He simply stated the facts of the matter if they had wanted to try to act as captives what would be needed.<br><br>Not that he wouldn't have minded seeing her. There was still a part of him, a deep primal part beating beneath the surface of his skin that very much wanted that.<br><br>He didn't reply in defense of the ruse either, it <em>WAS</em> a risky endeavor and honestly silver skin Kobold's were rare as it was, though he could possibly pass off as white in dark or with enough coverings. Nodding as he donned the fallen archers hood and gear, he realized that the ruse plan wasn't off the table but better to sneak up the path geared and fall back on it only if needed. Gearing up as he was, he was distracted for the moment until he turned to see that coy look playing on the pretty priest lady's face as he looked right back at him.<br><br>That skirt dropping on those shapely cream legs coming into full view, along with those soft blue of her panties that only left his eyes begging to see more. His own response was one of eyes going wide, and if the kobold could blush he most certainly would have. That said, he did not take his gaze away even as she lowered down and began to crawl.<br><br><em>The beast stirred in him with a quiet rumbling growl.</em><br><br>Shaking his head, he secured his gear quickly latching and covering his quiver as he went into a low crawl himself following in time with the two before. His eyes however couldn't help themselves but to follow that almost hypnotic sway of her panty clad backside, the ground marking her legs and causing all manner of thoughts to battle against him paying attention to his surroundings. Only after a moment, and mentally berating himself did he manage to once more resume keeping a look out as he needed. If anyone was going to know the signs of Kobold's, it was him and they were counting on him to get to the tribe's camp.<br><br>Only once they reached a stopping point, Risppt slinked passed Selphie, and made a similarly displeased sound to Selphie's deflated statement. As close as they were, any that were sober would hear the fight if they engaged and&nbsp; trying to lure them away would similarly raise alarm. He really didn't see any way they were going to get into the camp, not unless they back tracked and tried Yokun's initial route or tried to find something else.<br><br>Unless...<br><br>With a sigh, he would look at Selphie and Yokun and pulling out the capture ropes the Archer had on him as he held them up as if to present those ropes to the both of them.<br><br>"<strong>Ru...Ru-ssssse</strong>."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 22:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Swaying slightly in either thought or drunkenness Yokun looked between his companions, the big red kobolds, and the rope Risppt had just pulled out of his pack suggesting the captive ruse again. Still swaying he looked once more at the brutes, they looked like they could snap&nbsp; &nbsp;his back with a single hit. But he could tell by looking they weren't the brightest of guards, one had been staring off into space rocking back and forth for at least ten minutes straight. And the other was snorting to himself while he drew a pair of boobs over and over on the wall besides him chortling. His lizard dong already hanging a little out of his loincloth as he did. Seeing the crudely drawn tits began to spark an idea in his head.<br><br>Looking back at his companions he noticed Selphie had removed the bottom half of her outfit and was already half naked. Damn she had a nice body and a nice plump ass. But then the rest of the idea formed, while two captives could work to get them in. A single Kobold being able to capture two fully grown humans, with one that looked like Yokun might make even the dimwitted guards ask questions and no doubt once they got inside any Kobold awake would ask more questions.<br><br>But maybe with the proper pair of distractions Yokun can knock the guards out. Slipping closer to the pair the Fighter spoke quietly. "Yussshhh, a ruce...but juz yous two." He pointed to Selpie's chest then the wall. "Zey like boobbas. An' a nekkie woman...*hic* will distrct zhem hong enough four me to...*hic...*hic* whack'em." He pulled off his heavy coat and tied it around the silver Kobol to help hide his skin a little before he gave a drunk thumbs up and literally rolled like a log around the edge of the hill. "Go zeam!" He drunkenly said before vanishing.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Swobold Guard 1: 20 HP<br><br>Swobold Guard 2: 20 HP<br><br>*special notes: Both guards are massively powerful, but also extremely dumb and more obsessed with boobs than two thirteen year old boys on a Saturday Night. Each also has a squishy head so the right hit could knock them out, but hitting both before one says anything will be hard without the proper distractions, or two perfectly timed attacks.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 03:59:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Rei was now kunailess, witless, and it was getting harder to ignore her horniness. The smug kobold infuriated the ninja girl, which only heightened the frustration she was feeling from practically every thought in her head and every touch of her skin striking a spark of arousal in her, which made her more agitated, which only somehow made her more turned on. The rattling of the bars came to a halt when she realized it was more than futile, stepping back to give way for Lucien to have a more calculated go at them. The news was good, but not great. At least him going through all of his potions was an interesting show.<br><br>What wasn't very entertaining was Lucien turning around to ask how she was doing. For science. He made a rather acute observation that she was frustrated and, while it was true and very on point, Rei took offense. "Frustrated, huh? Ya think!?" Her hands, once calmy set on her hips, were thrown into the air while she turned away from the alchemist. "Nooo, definitely not frustrated! I absolutely <strong>LOVE</strong> being locked up in the middle of a cave while some jerk of a kobold is laughing at us and all I can think about is--" Her walking stopped right at the pause when she figured she was that close to the point of no return. Hardly calm, Rei still turned around and came back to Lucien, taking a deep breath when she was within feet of him.<br><br>"Okay. Not your fault. I signed up for this, right? I better play nice.." The girl breathed deep again, her eyes closed as she did so. They remained that way until the image of Lucien bending her over the worktable popped up in her brain again. This time, that awful Zutta was feeding that wooden peg into her sex while her party member took to taking her rear. It was alarming how quickly her attempt at zen went down a dark (yet very sexy) road. Opening her eyes, Rei tried to find Lucien's immediately as if that would bring a little sanity to her. She did find them, though once she did, she couldn't maintain her gaze at all. Maybe it was the way this room was lit, but she felt like she could get lost in those deep blues of his. <br><br>Things didn't get any better from there. The young girl moved on to his lips, which only made her think about how they would feel on her own. From there, she took notice of his broad chest and how she'd love to press herself against him. Next was his hands which were of course holding his inkpen and notepad where he was no doubt accurately notating her fall into a sex crazed vixen though was too cool to outrightly say that he knew exactly what was happening. The shape of that pen wasn't helping her out, either.<br><br>Nope. Can't do it. Rei decided right then and there that she was better off hiding as she tends to do. "You watch the bars melt. I'm gonna see if there's anything that can help us over there." She pointed nowhere in particular and didn't hold it before practically running in that same direction. It wasn't long before she met a wall, leaned her back against it, slid down all the way down to her bottom and sat. After a few breaths, the girl untied her sword and sheath from her belt and placed it in front of her to get a little more comfortable, then placed it just in front of her. She eyed it just for a moment, long enough to wonder how it would feel if she ran the length across her slit and apply just enough pressure on the sensitive bud atop it. Ugh.<br><br>Rei looked up at Lucien with what she thought was a sneaky eye. Was he doing as she asked or making his own adventure? She didn't take the time to figure that out. As long as he wasn't standing over her, the girl thought she could perhaps find some relief on her own. Her right hand dug underneath her uniform and pressed up against her pussy through her bodysuit. Even the lightest touch sent her off and she suppressed the noise elicited perhaps a bit too late. Her brain didn't let her care about that too much. Her left hand reached into her top to grab at the opposite breast, taking a handful of what she was naturally blessed with. Given her state, she only had to play with herself for a minute or two before she got completely lost in the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 18:07:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><strong>"Who doesn't like <em>boobbas an' a nekkie woman</em>,"</strong> she teased Yokun softly. Now that she was sure she the <em>ruse</em> was not a lecherous prank, but a valid strategy meant to keep them all alive, it was quite fun! She was far less reluctant and argumentative as she set to her work to become a fresh-faced, doe-eyed, damsel-in-distress! She searched through her bag to find her tools for battle - a small hand mirror, a wide toothed comb, a pouty pink lip stain, a different pair of earrings... these were the things she carried on the road? <br><br>She was methodical. Almost clinical. It was a sneak-peak behind what barmaids did in the bathroom to get the biggest tips! The earlier joviality of the semi-strip tease was still there, but channeled for a new purpose - distract the swobolds! When she finally did strip down, she shoved the clothing into the bag but kept on most of her jewelry. She didn't want to look like just another woman dragged off from her gourd farm to become the plaything of a group of baddies. She was going to look far more expensive! Selphie primped and preened until she was a polished seductress. Those damn kobolds better appreciate the effort!*<br><br>When she finally presented herself to Risppt to be tied up, gone was the haughty cleric. Selphie was no longer the cantankerous and opinionated loudmouth. For a moment, she looked demure. Submissive. Compliant. Fertile.<br><br><strong>"Anything I should be aware of?"</strong> she asked Risppt as she massaged her large breasts. For some reason, she had deemed that "her character" would have erect nipples and was doing her best to make it happen. A gentle breeze sweeping along helped beautifully. She held out her hands, assuming she would be bound by the wrists. She purposefully squeezed her breasts together as she did so before giving a little bounce to make them jiggle pleasantly. <strong>"I just gotta give 'em an eye-full, right? What's the likelihood that I'll have to... do more?"</strong> Giving a playful show was one thing, but she wanted to know if she needed to be prepared to give more! For some reason, the thought didn't seem to phase her. If anything, she was far more in her element <em>here</em> than she had been during any battle. This was her type of action! <br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">*I typically don't over-describe character appearance details. If that's stressing you out, or you want to respond to a specific physical attribute and need more info, lemme know and I'll provide.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 20:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Gave a nod-nod as Yokun vanished, for being a bit drunk he did make a lot of sense. The swolbolds while dumb as rocks would definitely not have believed tiny Risppt was capable of bringing down all by himself the mountain of a man which was his companion and new-friend. Still, he hoped the distraction would be enough to get Yokun into the camp without detection or starting a fight...or at the very least would give them a chance to bonk and knock them out quickly. Those concerns that he did have however, immediately blanked out of his brain those moment he saw Selphie preparing herself.<br><br>Risppt just watched with rapt attention every single movement, alteration or sway as the pretty priest lady did. Though it wasn't all due to that beast lurking inside of him, the world around him did see to get a bit muted as that sole focus was poured onto her. His heart pounding in his currently small chest, blood pumping with that fired spark as he could feel other attributes of himself stiffening from the wanton lust that fed into him. He could have sworn, or at least felt himself almost going to drool even as those slender fingers of hers tugged at the hardening points of her nipples. When she presented herself then to Risppt, it took his mind easily a second to snap back into reality of things along with no just giving over to the savage brute that stirred beneath.<br><br>"<strong>Cap-i-tive (Captive) is-ssss prop-purrty (property) of the one who caught. They won't touch, or rissssk tribe lee-dur (leader) wrath</strong>." he would mange to rasp out finally, shaking his head as he stepped forward to begin tying those ropes around her wrists to start, before moving down and doing the same with her ankles. It needed to be convincing, though it would be easy for her to get free if she needed, Selphie he would just let go of his end and she would be able undo the whole mess. The last part of the binding ropes, he would gently urge her to bend over further before taking a small gulp as she was still clearly having an impact on him before carefully putting the final touch of that rope around her slender neck. <br><br>"<strong>We may have to, ssss-show you off to dissss-tract the big onesss sssss-so Yokun can get in</strong>." he would add, tugging up that hood and making sure all his own personal additions to the disguise were firmly and securely set. He wasn't worried about Selphie, but if his own disguise was lacking then all this would be for not. Still, he hoped that how she looked would draw enough attention away from Yokun AND him to let them pass without incident.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 23:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br><br>Selphie smiled and it could be described as smug. Risppt was giving her just the reaction she had hoped for, so the brutes on the path would certainly rise to the occasion! She didn't say anything despite her very strong urge to be playfully mischievous. She needed Risppt and Yokun to have the right head in the game! Who else was going to save her when things went sideways? So she declined to tease further.<br><br>With arms, legs, and neck snugly secure, she shook her waist-length auburn hair once more so that it tastefully framed her ample bosom; it didn't hide what she had. If anything the dark hair against her creamy skin accentuated her feminine figure. <strong>"Alrighty, Master. Lead the way!"</strong> She was in far too good a mood for the position she was in. The danger seemed far away to her, though. She was doing something she often did - shaking her booty for her benefit. Free drinks, free meals, special discounts - sure, the other guy usually didn't end up knocked out, but they were in a difficult situation and that called for hard calls to be made! She sighed deeply before nodding her head. She was ready to walk into whatever awaited them! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>26-08-2021, 01:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Her shouting was revealing, enough to make him more than interested in hearing her chew him out all the way. Alas, she'd come <em>this</em> close to confirming the potion's success or failure when she cut herself off, deciding to 'play nice.' For a moment he watched her scoot off to her own corner and congratulated himself for being so right to theorize that niceness wasn't a natural trait but a learned and performed one. She was playing nice, which was apparently a 'good' thing, but in this case it was a hindrance to his research, and at the height of his potion's effectiveness at that.<br><br>He would give her a bit of time, he decided, simply watching the acid slowly eat through metal with a sizzle aftersmoke. But even that bit of time proved too much, as it wasn't long at all before he heard another sound escape her, much like the one he'd heard earlier. A stifled moan. Intrigued, he listened for more, ignoring a differing interest stirring further below.<br><br>Unfortunately the sound never came. And so he had to resolve to meet her upfront and openly about what he was sure the effects were. How odd it seemed that she would hide it so fiercely if so, but a lot of things about this new land were odd. And he was quite sure his questions could even be considered rude. But alchemical science demanded it.<br><br>He stood, turned and approached her, stopping after only one step in her direction. There she was, clear as day to him, masturbating in a corner with her eyes closed and mind clearly wandering. The squeeze of her hand against her full breast was enough to stir envy, and the shameless rubbing of her sex stoked a desire to do so much more.<br><br>With a light sigh, he walked over to her, leaning up against the old wooden desk and addressing her in a clear and firm voice. "An unintended side effect. I had a feeling this was the case." He was very prepared for any shrieking or shouting that was to follow, given the circumstances. "There is no need to feel embarrassed. In my homeland, sex and self-satisfaction are a part of everyday life. Strong affection is the embarrassing thing best kept private."<br><br>Standing upright again, he added, "with that said, would you prefer to finish on your own or would you like my assistance, particularly given my fault in the matter?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>26-08-2021, 04:22:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>While doing far more than she has ever done with herself, all considered, it was already starting to not be enough. The fingers toying between her legs, the palm grasping at her chest, she would normally be content with just doing so for quite some time but here and now, locked in this cave with a man that was getting dreamier by the second and her insatiable lust getting that much harder to handle, she was getting bored of it. As if on cue, Lucien had walked over and began speaking, making his observations as he has been doing since the two had met. Rei was in no mood for it, even going as far as to ignore him in the beginning. The idea that he would just watch her was appealing, but only for a few seconds before that too got boring and she moved on to just imagining what he looked like naked and with her atop him. <br><br>Suddenly, the young girl stopped what she was doing to stand in the very spot she was seated earlier. Little time was wasted in untying the sash around her core and letting it fall to the hard rock ground beneath her. This left her uniform wide open, but only for a split second as it joined her sash. A black bodysuit that covered from her shoulders right down to the middle of her thigh, her headband kept her long brown hair from her eyes and leather boots were all that kept her modest. Genuinely. Her cheeks were flush from the heat of her arousal, sensitive nips ached against the black material to show they were desperate for attention. The lips of her sex were easy to make out as the last major article of clothing clung to her there thanks to her efforts and wetness there. Even in the darkness and how black the material of her bodysuit was, the dampness was evident. It can happen when you ignore the signs while still kicking ass, apparently.<br><br>"I haven't been honest," Rei started, her hands pressed firmly on her hips so that they didn't wander and compromise her ability to stand by inching towards her most sensitive areas. "An itch? Yeah, I'm had one since drinking your potion. My fingers haven't quite gotten there yet. Discomfort? I can't stand my own clothes; I just want to rip them off for relief. Explosive feelings? I can only hope." Her eyes, once fiery, turned a little puppy eyed then. "I just really need to orgasm, Lucien."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>26-08-2021, 05:27:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Her whole comment resonated against his primal urgings, staring at Selphie with a nearly feral desire before managing to shake that feeling. The pretty priest lady wouldn't have any way of knowing, but he was right at the tipping point. Either way, he gave the rope a careful tug as he began to boldly pull his prize towards the gate with him. Gloved, hooded and covered as he would in the tribal wear of the clan he doubted with what he had leashed they would be taking to close of a look at him. <br><br>At least that was his hope.<br><br>He'd also purposefully made sure to walk in front of his captive as walking behind her at this current point was nothing more than a recipe for trouble and he knew it. In Yipyak he would lewdly call out, drawing attention to his captive and trying to affect the same manner tone the one he had heard speak back when they were fighting. "<strong>Glory to the tribe</strong>." slowing his pace however, hoping that they wouldn't stop them or at least that they might drool over themselves as he nearly had and give his new-friend a way in.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>26-08-2021, 05:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Wordless, she'd stripped down to her bodysuit, and although her body was covered, the tightness of the fabric left very little to the imagination. So little that an old hunger began to take root within him. A hunger that only a glorious feast could satisfy.<br><br>His piercing gaze scanned her from head to toe, stopping and lingering at her chest on the way back. Her Gods had truly been generous to her. That even he could be so mesmerized by the voluptuous shape, the tease of her nipples pressed hard against fabric, the very heat emanating from her thinly covered skin. Her answer seemed clear, and he was happy to oblige.<br><br>But then something gave him the slightest pause. She spoke up, describing the little half truths she'd given him for what they were, then came soft, needy look in her eyes. That look froze him in his tracks. It summoned a flush of color to his cheeks and broke his tireless gaze for just a moment. Then, she told him what she needed and he regained his control.<br><br>"Of course," he said, a hand reached to softly cup her cheek. Just as he'd thought, her skin was burning up. He might have pressed a palm to her forehead, but the headband was in the way. "Just don't give me that look...adorable look again." Though he'd spoke it as a trade, there was an almost...shy tone to his words. He hadn't been lying. All things affection were embarrassing to the man. Embarrassing, but perhaps not disliked.<br><br>He wasted no more time, fearing a teasing retribution, and instead spun the short ninja in place before dragging her into his arms. The moment her shapely ass met his hips was the moment she would discover how hard and thick and throbbing he was beneath his trousers. But he wouldn't give her that just yet. There was even a possibility that the potion's effects could be sated without it. He knew himself well enough to know that once he got going it was difficult to stop.<br><br>So, his hands gripped her slender shoulders, admiring the notable expressions of muscle there, and along her arms as they traveled downward. Then he press his cool, rugged palms against her flat, toned stomach, gliding upward again to grope and squeeze her hypersensitive breasts in two handfuls. He kneaded them under his grasp, starting gentler at first, but soon she would find his fingers rubbing, tugging and prodding at taut nipples as he held her under his quiet command.<br><br>This would not be enough, he knew, but large, soft breasts were a weakness for him, and the same went with asses. And the moans he could elicit just toying with her body was his greatest weakness of all. Still, he knew that he had to satisfy the poor ninja, so the hand at her right breast stopped its teasing just long enough to slide down, past her stomach once more, and between her silken, creamy white thighs.<br><br>He began to run her impressively hot and damp sex through the bodysuit as she had done, but that was not nearly enough. Not for him and surely not for her. So he quickly gave up on that and instead dug fingernails into her suit and pulled, ripped, and tore them apart at her crotch. Finally the cool air touched her hot, dripping pussy, but soon it was replaced by skilled fingers grazing along slick, velvety folds. They quickly met their destination, plunging deep within the gripping tightness of her walls and grinding against her most sensitive spot as a rough palm ground against her hardened clit.<br><br>"Gods, my potion is stronger than I thought." And its strength was clear, judging by the near flood of wetness that coated his hand and dripped to the cave floor below. And the scent of her juices, so clear and delectable, made him thirst like a mermaid in the desert. "It looks like you need a lot of continued attention, Rei. Would you like that? How badly do you want to cum right now?" The distance and coolness that once defined his tone was slipping, the heat of lust overpowering his thoughts and filling him with a need to see her plead for him, to cum for him so prettily. Again and again and again.<br><br>As he awaited his answers, his thrusting fingers picked up speed, targeting her g-spot with little relent. He wanted to build her up to the point of no return, and only then would he push her past it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>27-08-2021, 04:12:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Standing there as she was, Rei felt vulnerable, as if she was truly stark naked while a hundred pairs of eyes were on her, best of all a set of blues. Her bodysuit, which did just enough to keep her blessings close and otherwise out of the way while she sliced and diced things complemented them now more than ever. Lucien's bolstering potion seemed to make the girl bolder now that she wasn't fighting against it as her hands stayed where they were on her hips and made no move to shield herself from ogles. Of course, while her body said one thing, her own eyes looked rather pitiful, were pleading to the only other person in the room to give her a hand in the newest predicament that she found herself in. <br><br>He did more than lend a hand.<br><br>Lucien stepped up close to the young girl and held her gently by the cheek. He looked to just simply be looking her over, like one of those witch doctors she met in her travels that very much did the same before dancing around to cure her of whatever ailment they diagnosed her with. For a split second she wondered if the man here was going to do the same until that image was immediately flooded with others of him pulling her close to kiss her in earnest. The shy, almost affectionate tone and choice in words that the much taller man spoke next escaped Rei's attention. Perhaps when a potion that wasn't driving her body and mind to new, frantic heights of sexual desire would she find what he said to be cute and something to be read into.<br><br>In a blur, Rei found herself facing away from Lucien and forcibly nestled up against him. She mentally took note of just how well she fit, especially as her toned rear could easily make out his steadily hardening manhood despite the layers of clothing between them. Sure, they weren't wearing leather or metal plate, but it was still impressive enough to Rei that she couldn't wait to explore Lucien more. He had other, better ideas, though. His hands quickly found her body, with every little touch electric thanks to the potion that her partner so graciously handed her. The way her body reacted to him drew out gasps from Rei that quickly turned into hot , desperate breaths of air and moans. The way he lingered at her chest gave her the hint that he was an admirer of them. She was happy to have him stay there, given a breeze could get her going at this point, though she wasn't upset at all when a large hand swept down and did some impressive work in getting her bodysuit out of the way and begin giving her that orgasm that she begged for earlier.<br><br>"Shut up," Rei said when Lucien first started to comment about his potion and the effect that it had on her. She thought he was teasing her about it, suggesting that she was acting up its strength and that she was perhaps overacting. Not much else in terms of words came to mind as she was focused on trying to stay upright by leaning against the larger man in a way that didn't topple them over and standing on her feet to stop her from wobbling on her now suspect legs. He seemed to think that he could beat her to the answer of how badly she wanted to cum by upping the ante and picking up the pace and deliberate pressure of his fingers.<br><br>In practically no time at all, the little ninja could feel the pressure reaching its peak, her core ready to release after being teased for so long. Since drinking that potion at the start of their cave diving, Rei had been looking for some sort of relief. Every minute sensation drove her desire higher and now that she's actually getting the attention she craved, it was hardly a wonder that she reached the peak in a matter of minutes. Her orgasm hit hard and was sudden. It drew the breath out of her while all of her muscles clenched and pulsed at the fingers deliberating trying to get her there. Her arousal soaking her bodysuit paled in comparison to what came next as she essentially squirted her juices over Lucien's hand. The force, while something she's never felt before, was likely something completely foreign to anyone that hadn't taken a potion like the one she had. Rei had definitely came.<br><br>By the end of it, the front of her was drenched, and when she collapsed to her knees and hands, she could tell the ground beneath her just as wet. It was hardly top of mind as her orgasm still came at her in pulsing waves but it was an observation nonetheless. Rei, while not someone who walked about to have sex with anyone and everyone all of the time, figured that she was someone who would be content with having such a power orgasm seemingly out of nothing. Not here in this cave. She wanted more, in whatever way she could get it.<br><br>The ninja girl managed to stand up again, turning to Lucien as she did so. She must have looked very different now than she did moments earlier. A proper wet look thanks to a sheen of sweat and a layer of her own juices from a bolstering potion, so to speak. Rei reached down to the crotch of her bodysuit, where even the lightest touch still shot off sparks inside of her. She ignored them to tear away the rest of the article. A step out of the ripped suit followed, with her gloves and headband joining her pile of clothing that were discarded earlier. She was now in just her boots, with her kunai holster on her right leg and matching straps on her left for aesthetics. <br><br>"Do you like?" Rei asked in what she thought was a lower, hushed, sexy tone. Again, she didn't often find herself in situations and demanded prowess in the bedroom to know any better. The potion didn't help her in that regard. The girl moved her hand to hold up either breast to make up for her lack of skills in the dirty talk skill tree. "I really hope you used your slowest bar melting concoction..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>27-08-2021, 04:49:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Her irritated (and very distracted) demand brought a smile to his face, even knowing that she'd misinterpreted his far more innocent meaning. But now the bottle was uncorked; he felt a temptation--dangerous and overwhelming--to tease and pleasure her until she fell scattered from outlandish heights. And so his fingers worked faster and his hand toyed with her soft, malleable breast more as he pushed her full tilt towards the edge. He was prepared to do this for however long it took to have her spilling to the ground.<br><br>However, that splash came much sooner than anticipated. The silken, wonderfully textured walls of her pussy clenched, squeezing and contracting around his fingers with a force he did not expect. He felt her body tremble, then shake, frantic in its own sexual release, and he grabbed firm hold of her breast and his hooked grip within her sex as she came so viciously. So prettily.<br><br>The torrent of cum filled his palm easily before coating his hand and spilling to the cave floor. The scent of her grew to a dizzying new height, surpassing even the flowery scent of one of his shattered potions. He could not help but drag in shuddering breaths, taking it all in and refusing to fight the painful throbbing in his cock as it pressed hard and needy against her soft backside.<br><br>Then, she hit the floor in a puddle of her own making. Seeing her there, ass raised and thighs absolutely soaked, made something switch in him. He could think of nothing more than sinking down, pinning her and feasting on her sex until she fed him her cum directly. And once she was spent and weary, he would feast on her blood and send her into a higher state of orgasmic bliss than she could possibly withstand.<br><br>The only thing that stopped him was the wetness coating his hand. It was in lifting it to his lips and lapping her tasted from his palm and fingers that he gave her the time to gather herself and push back up onto her wobbling legs. He watched with a keen interest, like a lion eyeing prey, and when she tore herself out of her bodysuit, revealing her marvelous body just for him, she might have seen the overflowing hunger in his eyes. He froze a moment at her words, before finally suckling the last of her juices from his middle finger.<br><br>"Yes..." he began to respond, pausing as he heard the tinge of inexperience in her tone--saw the adorable neediness still lingering in her eyes. His gaze fell to focus on her breasts then, so perfectly shaped and plump for the feasting. "...I do." With those words finally spoken, he snatched the poor little horny ninja up again, this time slamming her back against the cave wall before lifting her up. Up. Until her thighs landed on his shoulders and her gorgeous, pink slit hovered just before his greedy lips.<br><br>No warning came for what was next. He took what he wanted, and what he wanted was to dive forward in a hungry frenzy, lapping and suckling at her oversensitive clit and tonguing every drop of her sweet nectar into his mouth for the drinking. His hands gripped her thighs tight, likely enough to bruise, but he would not stop her hips from moving against his ministrations. In fact, he encouraged it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>27-08-2021, 05:25:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Where she stood moments ago, feeling a little exposed and vulnerable, Rei felt differently doing so again now. The want, the need in Lucien's eyes was nearly enough to make her want to put on a bit of a show for him. The way that he licked his fingers clean of her arousal somehow made her cheeks a shade redder than they already were. The straining bulge in his trousers made her want to strip him down and return the favour. Before she could act on her near overwhelming whims, the alchemist answered her question on whether he liked what he saw. He did so enough that he swept her off her feet and forcibly pressed her up against the cave wall.<br><br>There were many surprises then, least of all that someone of his stature had the strength to do so despite his profession. Rei wasn't a slouch, with her tiny frame made of toned muscle and curves where you truly want them. So to be slammed against a rock wall suddenly was a shock. A delightful one, if she was being honest. The next surprise was him setting her thighs on his shoulder and consequently his head between them. He quickly took to using his tongue to get more of a taste of her sex, drawing more moans and juices from her as he sucked at her clit. Any aftershock from cumming mere moments ago were non-existent with Rei's hands gripping at Lucien's head to make sure he was going to stay exactly where he was rather than push him away for toying with her beyond the point of comfort.<br><br>"A-aaahn~! Lucien. You're so good at that... don't stop!" Rei&nbsp; found words a lot easier from where she was perched. Her overdriven mind was spared having to think about standing upright now that he was doing all that work for her. What a gentleman. "Lucien. Lucien~!" The ninja cried out his name between moans, loving each and every bit of attention that he was giving her. Her hands took tufts of his hair between her fingers, gently gripping and tugging there whenever the alchemist hit a lovely nerve. Her hips occasionally drove forward, especially when Lucien took a breath and she yearned for more. She'd buck whenever he deliberately sucked at her clit with his lips, pressed his tongue hard against it, or even ignored it for longer than she would like. That rarely happened, though.<br><br>When she could feel that pressure begin to build again, Rei moved her hands out of Lucien's hair and into her own. Unconsciously preparing for it, she moved her long, skin-clinging hair over to one shoulder as if that would keep her cool and her mass of locks out of either of their faces. One hand kept her hair there while the other hand reached down to encourage Lucien further by running her hand through his. "Lucien... right there. Yess~!" She was nearing another climax, the first non-verbal clue for the man between her legs being those same muscles clenching harder and harder against either side of him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>28-08-2021, 00:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 20/20<br><br>Even hiding around the curve of the hill Yokun could see his companions. And much like Risppt he was quite enthralled watching the Priestess prep herself for the ruse. And when she actually stripped down his eyes couldn't leave her body. She was definitely from the temple of pleasure and when she played with her plump breasts and got her nipple hard he felt his body reacting to the sight. Watching her bounce about reminded him of Suna. Both woman had wonderfully plump and sensual bodies, but where Suna had the muscles of a warrior. Selphie was all soft and sensual womanly curves, no doubt quite a good lay. But those thoughts would be for later, for now they still had a mission to do!<br><br>Moving around closer to the guards Yokun could see through holes in the ancient ruins walls. Surprisingly much of the old ruins were still standing albeit well on their way to not being that way. And as luck would have it many of the Kobolds were gathered in the wide open central plaza of the ruins and they were all indeed passed out drunk. Both males and females made up the drunken tribe, mostly greens and reds by the looks of it. And aside from a few scraps of loincloths or breastbindings they were all naked and completely unarmed, though he couldn't see the entirety of the ruins, he had hope the rest of the little lizards were just as sloshed as their comrades. Moving his eyes away from a particularly busty red Kobold female he got into position so he was both behind the Swobolds and in sight of his companions doing his best to not be too distracted by Selphie large bouncing breasts and sexy swaying hips.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>As the disguised Risppt approached with his new prize the Swobolds took a few seconds to realize what was happening. But upon seeing Selphie in all her naked glory both males' eyes went wide and their barely hidden shaft jumped awake twitching as they approached. The rules of Kobolds and captives were clear, but that didn't mean they wouldn't eventually get a chance at the pretty little human woman.<br><br>The one that wasn't drawing boobs on the ruins wall knuckle walked forwards...literally walking solely on his knuckles whiles his legs kicked usually underneath him. He stopped in front of Risppt and Selphie his eyes never moving away from the woman's heaving chest his member twitching openly now. "And glory to hunt...who you?" The guard asked only giving Risppt the slightest glance barely even looking at his outfit as he spoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>28-08-2021, 01:57:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>To neither's surprise, hearing her her cry out his name only focused his efforts. His powerful tongue, which she would find both longer and slightly cooler than a normal human's, worked voraciously for its reward, and it got it in hot, tasty splashes; in moans that rang like a beautiful bell, and gasps and screams that would make the Castan clergy blush. He was very much in his element here, as even the pleasure-wracked ninja might be able to tell from the way he gripped her tighter and drowned deeper in unrelenting pleasure the more she squirmed and bucked beneath his efforts. There was no mercy to be had; no stopping, and he knew that for her, this fact may as well be a Godssend.<br><br>Soon his efforts gave way to a powerful clenching of her thighs. Smooth and soft as they were, he could easily feel the toned muscle beneath, working hard enough to put a near crushing force upon his head. It was dizzying, slightly painful, and it turned him on so much that he could feel the precum beading on the tip of his cock as it strained for freedom.<br><br>His mind was a haze of need, growing more and more clouded as she squeezed him. He could feel the blood pumping through her thighs, her heart rate rising as she neared her latest climax. And it stoked a need in him. A need that blended between lust and hunger and hunger and lust. It called to his true nature, and his will to ignore it slipped by the moment.<br><br>The taste of her pussy was amazing, but he longed for more. To bite into her soft, supple flesh and feel the sweet ambrosia of her life essence bathe his tongue as well. He needed it. Needed it....<br><br>He felt breathless and dazed by the time his composure was sapped, and even still he plunged his tongue deep within her to lap up her juices readily. But when it came to making her cum, he had other ideas. And who knew? She might not even notice the bite. It was easily missed under the wave of orgasmic bliss it could produce.<br><br>His hands repositioned, taking her under the knee and pulling those powerful legs apart with effort. Just enough to turn his head--not minding her pulling of his hair--and open wide, lengthy fangs revealing themselves to a hungry, animal hiss. And as her legs naturally tried to close, exerting wonderful, blood pumping effort, he sank those fangs deep into her thigh, right to the vein where he drank deep. Unnaturally deep. And with the supping of blood came a rush of pleasure so all consuming that it touched her every sensitive nerve and set it alight. <br><br>Bliss, hot and fiery, filled the lovely ninja and so it did for him. Heavenly was the only term that could describe the taste of her. Gods, it was such a shame he would have to stop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>29-08-2021, 07:06:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br>The theory had sounded so simple, but now that their plan was being put into practice, Selphie was having second thoughts. The kobolds were now barking at each other in some foreign draconian tongue while ogling her and she found herself scooting one toe at a time to stay directly behind Risppt. Her silver friend looked <em>so small</em> with the lumbering meat-heads flanking either side. <br><br>Not for the first time, she wondered how she had found herself in a disastrous situation, naked, and surrounded by horny men.<br><br>Suddenly, that meek attitude was not an act and she clasped her bound hands together. The cleric had been so flippant on the way up, and now her group found themselves in a very precarious situation. They were deep in enemy territory and venturing further into the heart of the compound. Their first battle had not been simple; there had been a very real possibility that they might die (and now she was realizing it was mostly due to <em>her</em> recklessness) on this god-forsaken hill and Selphie had done it for some <em>booze</em>. Was the reward really worth it? Her introspection continued as she began to come to terms with their sobering reality - if she wasn't <em>smart</em> Risppt and Yokun were going to die while she wished she had.<br><br>It wasn't a fun thought.<br><br>She looked down at the ground as she tried to mentally get back into the battle. She had grown <em>so much</em> due to her training as a Cleric and her role as an adventurer. She wasn't the same bratty, rich girl who had been sent away for community service as punishment (weeeeell...). She was a seasoned hero who had fought in battles and provided a much needed service for Amberdale. The citizens of the town were starting to warm up to her as she provided a much needed service to improve the conditions of her new home, and there was even gratitude! (Mostly.) <br><br>The cleric glanced up at the red kobolds as if to test her resolve before looking quickly back down. They were still scary. She still felt small.<br><br>But... she wasn't helpless. Not only was she surrounded by her fellow heroes, she was protected by Casta and metaphorically embraced in the Goddess' ample bosom. And what had she learned under the touch of the gentle Goddess? How to please.<br><br>She swallowed, strengthening her resolve and mustering up her ability to be a femme fatale. With a coquettish flutter of the lashes, she looked back up at the hulking brutes. She didn't have the first clue about societal norms or customs for kobolds, but she did understand men and she saw their physical reaction to her curvaceous form. Her job was to distract? She would distract. She started to move, this time leading with her swaying hips rather than the tips of her toes. She was attempting to turn the kobold's so that there back was facing the direction Yokun had disappeared in as well as give Risppt the opportunity to move behind the beasts while their eyes were on her.<br><br><strong>"Oh my,"</strong> she said with a purr, looking unashamedly at the erect enemies. <strong>"Do you like what you see?"</strong> she smiled and turned, giving a view of her backside and looking over her shoulder. <strong>"I am a Missionary of Casta, here to spread her gentle touch among the uninitiated. This body has been blessed by the Goddess herself! My Master here was the first convert. Who will have the pleasure of being the second?"</strong> As she spoke, she continued to move backwards in an effort to lure the swobolds closer. Each time it looked like the kobolds might switch their attentions, she would give a girlish laugh and move to a new position to flaunt some new part of her body. Currently, she was leaning forward so that her heavy breasts could sway back and forth like a hypnotists pendant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>30-08-2021, 06:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Risppt was determined to not mess things up, keeping his concentration forward focused as he stepped closer and closer. Though, glancing upwards from the corner of the hood he could clearly see that these two brutes were far more interested in the pretty priest lady than they were him. He was half surprised they weren't drooling on themselves with how they openly gawked. It was that look on their faces that caused him to turn his head and look as well, staggering his steps as he watched how each step was carried with an accentuated sway of her sensual form. His own eyes though hidden behind the hood widened, his own blood boiling as his fingers just clenched to retain that control.<br><br>To Risppt's own credit, and once they were fully engrossed with her he stated one of the most common Kobold names he could think of, putting enough of a mutter on it that it could have even easily been mistaken for hopefully one they were familiar with.&nbsp; He hoped however as she continued to draw them in that his new-friend Yokun would slip in so that the could drag his "prize" into the camp and away before the situation was complicated more with his own lustful urges prickling at that raging heart buried inside his small frame. Even as her body moved, seeing her bend over as those full round breasts swayed he would finally manage to tear his eyes away as he looked around desperately for their companion.<br><br>If there was ever a time to do something, now would be it. If they were going to try to knock them out or slip in...either way his next move would depend on his friends.<br><br>Unless the Beast Inside woke first, there undoubtedly there would be a fight, and in that savage state he might even alarm the camp. He needed to hold himself together, needed to remain calm and just breath. At least they were soundly distracted for the moment though and he almost half wondered if Yokun was seeing this if he hadn't been caught as the rest by this pretty priest lady's charms too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Herizen</strong> on <strong>02-09-2021, 04:21:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VjAyLp4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15890913#msg15890913)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Plucky Human Ninja<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucien<br><hr><hr><br>Rei was hardly someone that had the pleasure of having another between her legs, let alone just their head, though there were some remarkably differences between her few past experiences and Lucien. First in foremost, she's never been with someone while trapped in a cave while under the influence of a potion that heightened every sense she had when it came to the physical, sexual realm. Even when he had it easy with her involuntarily reacting to every lick and touch, whether it be a short, sharp gasp, a prolonged, breathy moan, or a spasm of her hips, the man clearly had no intent on holding back. She had also never been with a man whose tongue raised so many questions. Considering she had felt his erection between them earlier and the way he ate her up, it would not be a stretch to assume that Lucien was enjoying doing what he would be just as hot and bothered as she. With ever prod and lash of his tongue, though, the little ninja could have sworn that there was some coolness there. It was quickly forgotten when he licked her again.<br><br>Her thighs, sculpted from her training and her insistence on walking whenever she could rather than using a horse or a buggy, unconsciously tightened around Lucien's head as he continued to eat her out in earnest. Her hands were firmly in her hair, gently pulling there as if it were somehow keeping her sane and grounded. The fact that she thought that it may help was probably a good indication that she was beyond it and was enjoying Lucien far too much to know better. Rei would have been fine letting things continue as they were until she felt herself cum again, and she was close, though with her legs forcibly pushed to either side and a sudden hissing, the girl opened her eyes for the first time in a while to see Lucien turn his head into one of her thighs. Would have been completely normal if not for the fangs.<br><br>As the sharp teeth dug into her, Rei gasped out of pure shock. It lasted only a second or two, however, as a rush of came over her. Was Lucien simply alluding to the fact that he was going to bite into her when he asked if she felt a rush earlier? Doubtful. Did she care in this moment at all? Absolutely not. Her entire body, every single inch of her was consumed by a sudden rush of pleasure. Where Lucien drank freely from her thigh, it was as if what he drew from her was replaced with pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her body rocked to and fro, her upper body curling away from the wall and toward her core as another far more substantial orgasm drew her to activate muscles she didn't know she had. Her lower body flexed, both keeping Lucien where he was and helping him get his fill of her all at the same time. Where she had drenched herself, the ground beneath, and perhaps Lucien's sleeve in her juices from her first orgasm, Rei's puss convulsed periodically now. Each growing stronger one after the other, practically carrying another orgasm with it.<br><br>Rei had hit the highest of highs when it came to climaxes, thanks in part to an experimental potion and the bite of what she could only describe as a vampire. It was going to take her a long time to come down, though once she felt she was on the other side of orgasm mountain, her head started working again. She was still very much stuck between a rock and a tall vampire-like alchemist, which may have been for the best because she wasn't very confident in the state of her legs. Her gloveless hands came out of her hair, one curious to feel the pulses just below her tummy and the other resting just at her thigh where Lucien was. Even those innocent touches sent pleasurable jolts through her.<br><br>"I-" Rei was finding words hard. Not so much that her brain was fried but just that her mouth was so dry. She did her best to work some fluids around without being too obvious about it. "You're something else." The young ninja was speaking to his ability to draw orgasm after orgasm from her more than being something that gets a kick out of draining someone ever so slightly. She wasn't about to clarify anytime soon, though. The yearning, the desire for satisfaction was still running its course despite some of it being literally pulled from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-09-2021, 13:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Dhampir Alchemist<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rei<br><br>Her blood was divine. Wonderful. And combined with the scent and splash of her cum against his cheek, it was <em>intoxicating</em>. It was almost too good. Enough to make his body tremble as he drank, and his painful erection became far more so. It needed to be free, and yet its throbbing strain for release thrilled him in a whole new way. It was all so overwhelming that what remained of his deteriorating composure felt both relief and shock when he was able release the bite. <br><br>With a casual ease, he lapped at the bite marks he'd left in her thigh, and like magic they sealed, resulting in marks the looked much older than they were. In a matter of days they'd be gone. But for now, he'd left his mark. A mark he stared at for a few more moments, his breaths ragged and increasingly heavy as he cock throbbed uncontrollably, invigorated by the scent of her and the thought of marking and feeding on her. He wanted to take her then and there.<br><br>And without a second thought to sweep the first away, his body had no recourse but to obey its urges. He lowered her into his arms, pausing only to marvel at how small yet voluptuous she was; how deceptively muscled under the grip of his fingers and press of his own toned arms. Then the moment passed with another sweeping urge, and he carried her over to the writing desk and set her down at its edge with her legs still held high and beautifully spread. He pushed closer, using his chest as a rest for them as his eyes glued themselves to her breasts' every quivering shake and his hands flew to his trousers to free himself.<br><br>And so he did in record time, the article falling about his ankles as he stood tall again, this time in tandem with his lengthy, veined, and rigidly hard cock, which beaded precum at its tip. For such typically stale cave air--perfumed and sex scented as it was--its relative coolness felt suddenly drastic against his newly revealed member. He shivered. Him. And as he did, that bead of precum dribbled readily with more to cum.<br><br>"Hah..." he breathed, ever more like the primal beast he'd hidden away til now, "my potions never affect me...unless..." Of course. Alcohol barely got to him normally, making it quite expensive and time consuming to get drunk, but when he bit a drunken patron during a fling it always happened much, much faster.<br><br>"Hells," he groaned as the tightness in his core increased and the pulsing of his cock became uncomfortable all over again. It needed more. He needed more. So with one hand he took her legs by the ankles and with the other he took hold of himself--and instantly repressed both a moan and the urge to stroke until he climaxed on her toned ass and thighs and belly. Instead, took a step forward and rubbed the head of his cock against her slit, focusing on her clit.<br><br>The heat, the slickness, the softness and gentle, inviting clench. Her pussy was almost too much to handle in hi state. In fact, he was sure it was. If only his mind weren't so clouded he would consider getting himself off once to lessen his sensitivity first. Instead, among the clouds danced images of her well used cunt dripping--pouring--with his cum.<br><br>Then came the <em>clang</em> that snapped him out of it. He peeked over his shoulder only to notice (after far too long) that the center bars of their cage had broken off and collapsed to the floor. He considered for just the tiniest fraction of a second, then his eyes were back on her, gleaming blue in a way that was inhuman, yet the lust within them was undoubtedly familiar. "I'm not done with you yet." It was a statement as simple as fact, and just as simple was the way he smoothly lined up with her tight, drooling entrance and pushed himself inside.<br><br>This time he couldn't even hope to repress his moan, pleasured and bestial as it was. He let it fill the cavern freely as he worked himself deeper into her well lubricated sex, stretching her to handle his girth as every gripping, slickened inch of her walls sent his mind and body into overdrive. He felt electric heat in his core and all throughout his body, so powerful as to be frightening, but not a care marred his mind as he all but fucked her into the desk. Harder, faster, deeper as he pressed submission without a word, without a care for the swelling of his length and the tightening of his sac as he rocketed toward the edge. Beyond all else, he was ready to mark her once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>03-09-2021, 01:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 18/20<br><br>Despite his best efforts, Yokun was just as distracted by the sexpot that was Selphie as she bounced and jiggled up a storm fully entrancing not only both guards, but the fighter and disguised lizard ranger. His robes tightened around his crotch his eyes beginning to go cross from staring too much. But before he moved from his hiding spot to rush into Selphie's busty embrace, but the loud yawning...or lusty growl of a Kobold back in the camp brought him back to himself and dropped back out of view.<br><br>He wasn't the only one to hear that sound, but aside from a single glance back the guards barely acknowledged the noise before they both were inching closer to the sexy pale human standing nude before them. Adjusting the large bulge in his robes Yokun shook his head and pinched his face to make himself focus. It was now or never, eventually someone smarter than the red Kobolds would walk out maybe to relieve the two or take a piss he could only guess. But soon someone would see through the ruse. <br><br>Moving to his stomach, Yokun focused on the guard closer to the door. Getting ready he wrapped the loose bits of his outfit around him until he resembled one of those Shadow Warriors everyone loves making stories about and made his move. Drunken or not Yokun was agile, moving in a low crouch he rushed up to the second guard preparing to give him a solid punch to what looked like the softer side of his skull. But while sober Yokun is nimble like a gazelle with a hangover...drunken Yokun is just a drunken gazelle....but a lucky one!<br><br>He was nearly upon the guard when his feet missed a step and he actually crashed into the second guard tumbling them both off the path. His hand was quick enough to clamp over the buff little lizard's mouth andh is metal gauntles saved his hands from being tears to shreds by the yappy little fuck's serrated teeth as they fell in a pile of limbs and grunts down the far side of the small platform. The guard's head hit a rock and knocked himself out, but Yokun couldn't stop his momentum so much to his dismay he continued tumbling down the hill wedge between the building itself and the hillside. But...at least one guard was down.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Swobold Guard 1: 20 HP<br><br>Swobold Guard 2: Unconscious and out of sight. Yokun suffered slight damage in the initial fall and the continued fall down the hill.<br><br>*Special notes: While successful Yokun and guard number 2 couldn't help making some noise as they went off the edge. Guard number 1 will have heard it and will need to be dealt with in a single motion to stop from raising the alarm. Be it a straight knocking out by a magic dong or big rock, or distracted by big boobs and bounciness then big rock.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>07-09-2021, 05:46:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br><strong>"Well looky that boozy bastard fly!"</strong> Selphie said with admiration while doing just that. Her momentary distraction from her job of distracting combined with the exceedingly ungraceful swooping of Yokun had caused the remaining kobold to snap its head away from her bouncing tits to see what all the commotion was. That made Selphie's stomach drop in dread - she should have played it cool instead of giving Yokun away like that - and raised her bound wrists in sheer panic. She was casting a spell, but not one like she had ever cast before. Magic was intent, and her desires were begrudgingly and incrementally shifting from selfish to service. Not only did she not want to be dead weight, she was actually <em>doing</em> something about it! <br><br>The visual of her spell work looked entirely ordinary. There was nothing out of line to what would be expected, but there was a new undercurrent of power as she began to channel with an understanding of one of Casta's mantras in mind: pleasure was found not only receiving, but giving. She wasn't waiting for someone to do the dirty work. She wasn't waiting for someone to find the quest objective. She wasn't even waiting to be saved! She was giving; freely lending her own talents for the sake of a common goal. Selfish Selphie the Cantankerous Cleric was growing up! <br><br>Feeling the warmth of the Goddess flow through her was exhilarating. The playful practice she had done up to this point was nothing in comparison, and she aimed the spell with the intent to hit with a knock-out force. Luckily, Yokun was doing a beautiful job of lowering the defenses of the brute! He was unprepared for her sudden onset of magical might. With a pleasurable moan, she thrust her arms down and launched the holy energy at the Kobold, hitting him square in the head. <br><br>That was it! Success! The big guy went down like a sack of potatoes and Selphie jumped in victory. She had half a mind to shout in glee, but she realized that she had already spoken too much. <strong>"Yokun?"</strong> she whispered, looking at Risppt. They needed to move and she would wait for him to lead her like the obedient slave girl she was (pretending to be). To her credit, she had a sense of urgency and alertness that showed she was ready for the battle they were in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>07-09-2021, 07:36:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Things happened fast, first new-friend came out of no where like some sort of drunken bandit ninja as he crashed down with a brutal force onto one of the swolbolds and knocking him down in a tumble and leaving him out cold. However, it was at the same time that Selphie had reacted to the sight and drew that other swolbolds attention from her to the flying man. Drawing his only metal knife, that surge of brutal force seething through his veins as he made ready to pounce, only to see the one that had looked up get smashed with a magical force. To that, his own mouth went slack as both of them were now dropped onto the ground and minus the spark of light and quick impact, little extra sound had been made.<br><br>At least until Risppt caught his new-friend's momentum carry him beyond even that and tumbling further beyond the target he had knocked out. His red eyes looking up to meet Selphie's own at she whispered the name of their team-mate, he would give a brief quick nod. Disguise or not, standing around here if anyone came was going to not end well for them.<br><br>Releasing the rope he would quickly slip forward, to release that half knot and free her from the bindings. In other sort of situations he might have regretted freeing her, but for now they needed to move quick. "<strong>Let us-ssss get Yokun</strong>." he would rasp out quietly, head off and down towards him in a hurry, making sure not to move to quickly to ensure that Selphie would keep up to ensure that he wasn't hurt badly. Through the gate and towards the shoddy Kobold construct, "<strong>You ok</strong>?" he would ask only once he got there, quietly and looking a bit worried. Whatever rage had been boiling at the surface had been replaced for that concern over his new-friend.<br><br>Even as he was close by, his eyes stayed on look out and the knife that he had drawn had once more been replaced with his bow. They still had the option to perhaps sneak about, though time was now against them since thoe swolbolds were sure to wake up eventually...or be found and then things would take a turn for the worse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 02:39:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 18/20<br><br>Yokun never liked the feeling of falling down. It was too quick, too confusing he shut his eyes as soon as he felt himself freefalling after the successful tackle of the Swobold. He expected to keep falling until he hit something hard and this spelt the end of his journey, but his fall was suddenly arrested by a tightness catching both his shoulders and thunking his head against a clump of grass. At first he thought that was what death felt like, but apparently Bacchnysus didn't want him as a drinking partner yet. Because when he opened his eyes he was alive and well, he was always stuck between a bit of broken foundation form the ruins and the slope of the hill.<br><br>Hmming softly his drunken mind tried to make sense of how he went from falling headfirst down a hill to looking up the hill his his arms trapped at his sides. After some wriggling he managed to get his arms free enough to begin working himself free, he had managed to work himself about half-way out from under the ruins when he heard Selphie's moan and the resounding thunk of something hitting something else...hard. Stopping his struggles he angled his head around just in time to see both Selphie and Risppt poke their heads down the hill to look at him. Both look unharmed and judgng by the blush on the woman's cheeks she had just used some of her Sex Goddess's magic. With a smile he held up both his hands in a thumbs up salute. "Go zseam!" He chuckled pulling himself the rest of the way out from under the ruins before crawling back up the hill to his team. Looking at the two unconscious guards he hiccuped. "We zave any hrope eft to tie zem up?" He asked looking at the well prepared little lizard ranger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>10-09-2021, 01:36:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun, Open<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br><strong>"Absolutely wonderful!"</strong> Selphie confided with perhaps a little <em>too</em> much enthusiasm. But it was true! She was feeling like a true, naked hero! She went back to grab her bag before hurrying behind Risppt as fast as she could. This time, she was taking care to stay low and as quiet as her fumbling feet would allow. <br><br><strong>"We can use what Risppt had bound me with,"</strong> Selphie suggested, <strong>"but I don't think it would be worth the time. They could probably break those bindings without breaking a sweat!"</strong> They sure were leaving quite a trail of kobolds behind them.<br><br><strong>"Are you hurt? You look a little scratched up."</strong> She set her bag down and went over to help free him. <strong>"I'm starting to think this whole drunken-boxer thing is a hoax. Look at the mess you're in!"</strong> However, Yokun seemed quite capable of getting himself out of his own mess as he scrambled free from under the rubble. She placed both hands on her hips, but that only accentuated how wide they were as she scolded him. <strong>"Can you please stop rolling around in the ruins and help us out!?"</strong> She seemed to already forget that it had been Yokun who had tackled the first swobold. She turned on a heel, going from giving him a good view of her front to a great view of her back and stomped to her bag to pick it up again. <strong>"By the Goddess, at <em>this</em> rate the first group of Kobolds will have woken up and set upon us before we make it through to the <em>last</em> group. We need a better plan. These guys didn't seem to bright - maybe we can dupe 'em! If they think their leader is Casta, maybe I can say I'm one of her acolytes and we can trick our way in!"</strong> It didn't occur to her that getting <em>in</em> wasn't the problem - it was getting <em>out</em>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>10-09-2021, 02:31:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Looked back, probably more than he needed to if being honest as the sight of the pretty priest lady continued to be an every present distraction for him. His eyes flickering directly over to his new-friend as he asked about bindings, and listening to Selphie's response he would shake his head. "<strong>No other binds-sss, only had rope</strong>." His hunters rope wasn't going to do much for creatures like that, the game he usually hunted wasn't usually quite so fierce. He also wasn't going to be much help in trying to get Yokun out from where he had wedged himself in the tumble, at least in this form and he wasn't about to willing just dive into that pool and change himself.<br><br>"<strong>Res-sssst will be dur-unk (drunk), maybe. Kuh-wick (quick) and kuh-why-it (quiet) to get</strong>." <br><br>From what he could currently see at least, the inside of the camp was not where near as active as his own tribes had been. Then again, his own tribe hadn't come across a bunch of booze on a successful raid. He would have almost bet that if they had, nearly the entire tribe would have been sprawled out. Still arrow nocked and at the ready, he also had the benefit of his own disguise where if someone had come he might have been able to at least&nbsp; prevent them from getting to the gate. Whatever else that came next, he would have to wait for Yokun to get unstuck and then they could maybe come up with a new plan to slip further into the camp, grab the booze and get out. He at least hoped they were all completely drunk and not paying attention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>13-09-2021, 02:44:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 18/20<br><br>Having finally rejoined his comades at the top of the hill Yokun looked himself over at Selphie's mention of him being hurt. He didn't feel hurt, but that was the sweet sweet lie of alcohol. You don't always know if you're hurt until he find out the hard way, but aside from a couple of scratches he didn't look hurt and aside from where his shoulder caught against the ruins nothing else felt in pain or problematic. "No, I iz sine. Sank zou Lady...Priezy perzon." Listening to the other poke holes in his idea made the boxer give a wobbly nod. "Hmm yuz hight." Without voicing his thoughts he stumbled over and grabbed each guard before shoving them both back under the ruins where he had just come from. The two of them were about the same amount across wide as Yokun so if that little slope could hold him they could likely hold the buff little lizards just as well.<br><br>But with that done, the next issue presented itself. They needed to get past the gates and actually fetch what they've been sent to fetch. Keeping low he crawled to the gate and opened it just enough to see fully in. Every Kobold was indeed still passed out drunk, even the ones he had heard fucking were now soundly asleep. This was a good sign and looked back at his friends and whispered. "All still slipping, like..*hic* cute zitttle...*hic* scaly...zuppies. We han snake in...but uze Selppe's Casta idea if we need zu. Get hezzed Selpie we hoove now." Dropping to his stomach Yokun began crawling through the gates hoping they could just slip by all the drunk little lizards.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Envious</strong> on <strong>14-09-2021, 06:54:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884607#msg15884607)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Cleric<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 15/15<br><hr><strong></strong><br>Selphie nodded, understanding most of what Yokun said. She wasn't going in naked, though! Even as the boxer was suggesting it, she was shimmying back into her skirts and top. She gave her bouncy breasts a good jiggle, settling them comfortably in her iron armor. Clothed once more, she was ready to join the duo in their sneaking around. She didn't crawl, but she did hunch over and tip-toe lightly. As she stepped past the first set of kobolds, she saw what Yokun did; they <em>were</em> kind of cute sprawled out in a drunken stupor. If she ignored the fact that the little monsters would happily do her harm, the sight was almost enough to bring a smile to her face. <em>Almost</em>. <br><br>Selphie was still on high alert, though! She watched her footing, making sure to quietly step on empty ground. She made wide circles around the resting reptiles. Every once in a while, she would catch the eye of Risppt or Yokun and give a horrified look. <em>They were tip-toeing through a kobold camp!</em> She couldn't wait to tell <em>everyone</em> about this. <br><br>She hoped they all made it back to <em>tell</em> the story. <br><br>Vodka. Eight bottles. Father's Hammer. She wondered if the kobolds had found it. She wondered if the kobolds had already drunk it. She wondered if it was being hoarded by the Blue. There were plenty of empty bottles and overturned casks to side-step, but nothing that screamed 'this is the good stuff!' to her. As the moments ticked by, she began to lose her nerve. This was quickly going from swashbuckling heroics to...<br><br>She decided not to finish the thought. She scanned to the left and right. Looked down. Stepped. Scanned again. Looked down. Stepped. For most of it, she was holding her breath. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>14-09-2021, 08:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Kobold Game Hunter<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3 <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selphie, Yokun<br><strong>Hit Points</strong> 12/15<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Risspt shared that look with Selphie. This was not exactly where he had envisioned himself or this quest going. There had certainly been some highlights. Things that would dance in his mind for many nights to come...provided they lived. Sneaking though, as he was right now, came easily to him as he slipped through the camp with his new-friends. He had put away his bow though, if someone disturbed one of the sleeping Kobolds to a fully awake state there might be need to silence them fast and so his hand rested on his prized metal knife. The metal knife had been a token from his last adventure and though it was hardly good quality, he had treated and tended to it to sharpen and get the rust from it.<br><br>He would help steer them a bit, Kobold's even of different tribes tended to have the same sort of layout. It was mostly greedy self preservation but if they were on the hunt for the good stuff, it would be at the center. Course, also in the center would be the chief and depending on tribe layout the diviners or caster types. Hopefully, the chief and anyone else would be just as drunk as the rest and the good stuff would be yet untouched.<br><br>His wound did ache a bit, the kobold armor he was wearing rubbed at it wrong with each careful step and with that the boil in his blood started all over again. Gritting his teeth, he made no mention though and just focused on the next step ahead of him along with keeping himself under control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everyone's a Hero - Forlorn Hills IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wilderness Soul</strong> on <strong>25-09-2021, 23:51:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong> Human Boxer<br><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong> Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Risppt and Selphie, closed<br>Hit Points: 18/20<br><br>Squinting through one eye Yokun crawled slowly among and around the haphazardly laid out Kobolds. Luckily most of them slept like the dead, barely even breathing let out not rolling about and getting in their way. Holding his breath Yokun strained his ears to try and find where the center of this drunken bacchanal where he hoped the leader of the Drunk Tribe would be.<br><br>As the trio moved away from the gates the hordes of Kobolds thankfully thined out. They could finally breath freely, and Yokun stood up with a soft groan looking back over his shoulder at his companions. "Phew we..slucky there." He opened his mouth to say something else, but heard what sounded like chanting or singing from the very back of the ruins. The voice sounded feminine and underneath it he could hear the sound of a chorus of some kind. These voices sounded female as well though not nearly as strong as the main voice, all sounded drunk, but definitely awake. Swearing to himself to squatted back down moving towards the sound of singing, keeping low again he continued on and soon arrived at a small balcony overlooking the remains of the main chamber of the temple. It was filled with stolen goods including many fetishes and idols from the Casta religion. Seated on a large stone throne was a particularly plump blue female Kobold wearing tattered robes similar to the leader of the Temple near town. All around her were other female Kobolds mostly greens naked as they day they were born. But off to the side chained to one of the pillars was a Silver Kobold, only it looked different, even smaller and slightly curvy through from the distance they couldn't much else. Scanning the crowd Yokun hmmed lightly looking at his friends. "Idears?"
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>