Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&D 5e group)
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				Title: <strong>Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 00:38:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/wsiO6nd.png)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>In Character...</em></span></div><hr>In-Character Header:<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 width=200 padding=20]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/72/69/f4/7269f4d3626a7c572ed43783ff3656c1.jpg[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name[/b]: (Please hyperlink to character sheet)<br>[b]Location[/b]: <br>[b]Content[/b]:<br>[b]Tagging[/b]:<br>[hr]</code></pre><hr><br>The slave pens of Velkynvelve was never quiet, even when its inhabitants sought rest. Any sound that wasn't kept to a hush echoed off of the naturally-shaped rock walls. A slow, yet constant drip of water fell from the cavern roof overhead, plopping into a small puddle that occupied a small corner of the area; The drow did not treat their captives kindly, and it was one of the rare sources of fresh, clean water that the prisoners were 'afforded'. The orcish bully, Ront (https://i.imgur.com/Gf0mbfS.jpg), had once staked his claim to the prized pool, but he proved incapable of warding off those who became thirstier than him; He lingers in the opposite corner of the pen now, glowering at anyone who passes by, but cowardly averting his gaze when any dared to meet his. The kuo-toa, Shuushar (https://i.imgur.com/9tnqfRo.png), sat sagely in the center of the room, softly petting the myconid Sprout (https://i.imgur.com/juBHsEw.png), who sat in his lap like a cat. The deep gnome, Jimjar (https://i.imgur.com/04mrndo.png), stood not far from the gate, flipping a single silver coin, brazen and fearless in his possession of contraband. The strange quaggoth, Derendil (https://i.imgur.com/Fh9ZXf9.jpg), was huddled into the opposite corner from Ront, whispering to himself... In Elvish? He seemed almost terrified.<br><br>A third of the slave pen had been absent for some time. Those with keen senses would know that they had been gone for roughly eight hours, a third of a day, if days still existed in this dark hole. Light was more scarce than water in Velkynvelve. The drow and their quaggoth (https://i.imgur.com/4bIVac7.png) minions could see in perfect dark; Besides a single, small torch that was lit just outside of the slave pen's gate, patches of bioluminescent moss were the only thing that warded off complete blackness.<br><br>Before too long, footsteps from outside of the barred gate approached, and a familiar drow voice called out. <strong>"Wake up, dogs. Time for work."</strong> The scarred-face drow, Jorlan Duskryn (https://i.imgur.com/dpNG8Mr.jpg), stared at them with contempt in his red eyes as a platoon of quaggoth began to raise the gate, and a handful of drow lieutenants marched in the five prisoners whose shifts had just ended. The derro named Buppido (https://i.imgur.com/QQbz0pI.jpg), who usually never shut up, looked defeated and tired, nearly tripping over his own feet as he was shoved forward. Sarith Kzekarit (https://i.imgur.com/VORfu8j.png) was not so roughly handled; As a drow, he knew how to avoid raising the ire of his kin as well as he could, and he hastily entered the slave pen to avoid receiving any 'incentive' to do so. Topsy and Turvy (https://i.imgur.com/1b3ytkz.jpg), the twin deep gnomes, shouldered each other, as they both seemed to be quite sore and tired from whatever menial labor their small selves had been assigned. A long moment passed before Eldeth (https://i.imgur.com/clhk1vl.jpg) was dragged into the slave pen by a pair of quaggoth, and roughly tossed to the side. She appeared to be dead for a moment, before she slowly stirred and sat up against the wall, and spat blood down the front of her slave gown. She'd been beaten... Or worse.<br><br><strong>"Next round. Giant man."</strong> Jorlan eyed Valok, the tall, powerful and imposing Goliath who they'd captured. All prisoners were shackled, the chains long enough to allow them to do labor but little more, but for the goliath, special accommodations had been prepared. The priestesses had shaped stone and formed heavy bracelets and anklets on his wrists and ankles that could not be removed without magic, not unless Valok was interested in shattering his own limbs breaking them off. Each limb was weighed down by more than fifty pounds of stone, making it difficult to move, difficult to use that brute strength and size against his masters.<br><br><strong>"Bastard boy."</strong> Jorlan next looked at Diero, whose half-elven heritage was perhaps more blasphemous to the dark elves than the nefarious, surface-dwelling kin that had spawned him. <strong>"The tough bitch with white hair."</strong> Jorlan licked his lips as he appraised Brihe in admiration, despite himself. <strong>"Blue-tongue."</strong> In Eidoma's brief time at Velkynvelve, more than one drow had threatened to cut out her blue tongue to place on Lolth's altar, and a few more had suggested where else they'd like it to go.<br><br>He scanned the rest of them for a long moment, before his baleful glare finally settled on Leyana. <strong>"Surface cunt. You five, out. Hurry now, or you'll be beaten for making me wait. This spider's asshole of an outpost doesn't keep itself clean."</strong> He spit at the mention of the spider, though he looked warily over his shoulder, knowing his words were borderline sacrilege. Jorlan stepped back; Flanked by a half-dozen quaggoth and three fine warriors, he waited to see if these newcoming surfacers had learned to obey orders by now, or if they still clung foolishly to rebellious thoughts.<br><hr><br>OOC notes: All prisoners wear iron slave collars along with manacles connected to iron belts by a short length of chain. This leaves you restrained (http://5e.d20srd.org/srd/conditionSummary.htm#restrained), but won't affect your movement or speed.<br><br>Any spellcasting attempts made inside of the slave pen immediately fizzle, it seems like something is interfering with the ability to cast here.<br><br>All prisoners are wearing simple slave garbing; threadbare tunics and pants, or gowns, pending the slave's preference.<br><br>Remember, you don't have any of your starting equipment here; You only have the items that you've managed to scavenge, if anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 01:12:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/15h9Mim.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Eidoma Carinweiss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14251911#msg14251911)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Slave Pen<br><strong>Content</strong>: Slaveplay, bondage, dark themes<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, hardly mentions others<br><hr>Had it only been one day? Ido had almost lost her strength completely. She knew that she hadn’t been here long. She hadn’t slept, of course, she didn’t need to, but resting at all was next to impossible. It felt like every part of her body was aching. She was soar, beaten, and nearly void of hope. Her slave gown had been used before, so it was disgusting, soiled, smelly and torn. It didn’t protect her from anything, cut to short and frayed even further. They had given her atrocious sandals that did little to protect her at all. The chains around her wrists were already starting to chafe at the skin there.<br><br>She had been laying down against the wall, on her side, her back safely against the stone where no one could sneak up behind her. The guards were bad, her fellow prisoners were worse. They wouldn’t let her drink the water, and they’d only helped her expose more of her skin from the torn and useless gown that was clinging to her shoulders. She’d been crying more than the others had. <br><br>It was a hard reality for her to face. Being a slave was the worst thing she could have imagined. Unable to cast a spell, she had no protection for herself, or even a way to relieve the pain that she was feeling by curing her own wounds. Eidoma could think about little more than her mother. Another slave had asked her what had happened to her the night before. “I was careless.” It had been the only words she’d spoken since she’d been in chains.<br><br>With the sounds of the guards approaching, she rolled away from the wall to stand up. Yesterday, she’d been beaten for laying down. It wouldn’t happen again. She got to her feet as well as the larger beings holding her in custody lifted the bars. The battered dwarven woman that had landed on the ground stole all of Ido’s attention. Eldeth was much stronger than she, both mentally and physically. Yet, there she was, motionless until it was time for her to spit blood and moan. Tears started to form in the young human’s eyes, but she was too dehydrated to cry. So instead, it was just horror. She heard her master call to her by the name of ‘blue tongue’, and she inhaled sharply, as if the very notion of that identifier was painful for her to hear.<br><br>Her feet were carrying her toward him, rattling as she walked, knees shaking and her eyes casted down to the cold dark floor. She wanted to behave, she didn’t want to inspire any more lessons for the others to watch. Being only one day in, a stronger person might have had the tenacity to resist. But Eidoma was only trying to avoid punishment. She was very nearly broken already, and none of the drow had even used her yet, not the way she had expected them too. It had only been work so far, and punishment, cleaning and beating.<br><br>It would get worse. She was certain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 03:17:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; &nbsp;Slave Pen<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Very explicit language<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; GM, Eidoma, other players(vaguely)<br><hr><br>Five days.&nbsp; Five long days Brihe had been here and yet, somehow, she was still a ball of barely contained fury and rage.&nbsp; Had been since she had been captured.&nbsp; She remembered it very clearly, sitting next to her small fire, her bedroll laid out underneath her as she prepared to rest for the night.&nbsp; Only it had been quiet.&nbsp; Too quiet.&nbsp; And for someone that had spent the majority of her life on her own, wandering the wild, when things were too quiet, that was more worrying than when things were too loud.&nbsp; Loud meant that she could hear what was coming and why.&nbsp; Quiet meant that something was deeply amiss and that she had to be on guard.&nbsp; It was why when the drow had finally struck, they had found Brihe armed and ready to fight.<br><br>Three had fallen before they had finally gotten her down and knocked her unconscious.&nbsp; And when she had come to, she had been in this pit, devoid of her weapons and other possessions, glad only in a flimsy gown and sandals.&nbsp; Some might've been cowed by this, but not Brihe.&nbsp; She had spent the next several hours screaming her head off in a rage, promising to do a number of lovely things to the drow that captured her, including death and skullfucking of their mothers.&nbsp; The last part had not been well received and she had caught a nasty beating for that one, but it hadn't really stopped her completely.&nbsp; Now she chose her spots, never quite cooperating, but not doing enough to get another beating.&nbsp; It was just enough to annoy and aggravate the guards whenever they came for her.<br><br>So had found herself sitting in the corner of the pen, not far from the water, but not right next to it either.&nbsp; The day she arrived, one of the others, Ront, had tried to claim that the pool was his and no one else's.&nbsp; Brihe had dissuaded him of that notion with a few well placed blows.&nbsp; She might not have had her hammers, but she was still stronger than most and it showed that day.&nbsp; Since then, she had drank when she felt like it and most of the others had as well, except for one of the most recent additions, a pretty girl who seemed to be on the opposite end of the strength spectrum as her.&nbsp; Brihe had entertained the idea of offering the girl protection, for a price, but hadn't gotten that far yet, wanting to give the girl a chance to hate this place.&nbsp; Perhaps after this next work shift, which was set to begin soon she thought.&nbsp; And she was right.<br><br>She paid no mind to those that were thrown back in.&nbsp; They were nothing to her, really.&nbsp; Not friends certainly.&nbsp; But when the boss called her for the next shift, she knew she couldn't make it that simple.&nbsp; <strong>"Fuck your mother!"</strong> she snarled as she rose to her feet, seeing the way his eyes looked at her, <strong>"You have better chance with her than me."</strong>&nbsp; That said, she would shuffle towards the bastard, catching up with the new girl and setting pace with her.&nbsp; <strong>"Hello pretty thing,"</strong> she said, <strong>"You seem scared.&nbsp; Don't be scared, Brihe will protect you.&nbsp; If you play nice for Brihe, of course.&nbsp; What say you?"</strong>&nbsp; Brihe looked at the girl as they moved towards the guards that were prepared to take them off to work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 07:14:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0369/30/1419324661606.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Leyana Swiftwater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14250851#msg14250851)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Slave Pen<br><strong>Content</strong>: slavery<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Brihe, Ido, others<br><hr><br>It was not, Ley had decided, the most ideal place to be captured. Her darker cousins were sadistic...everyone knew that. The key, however, was to buy ones time and just wait. Sooner or later their captors would make a mistake. Leyana had been in similar situations....granted, it wasn't with the sadists of the Underdark...but sticky situations seemed to follow you when you were a thief.<br><br>As the day crew....was it daytime?...made their way back into the holding cell, Leyana just watched them carefully. The dwarfess had appeared to have gotten the worst of it. Likely mouthing off, like their earstwhile cellmate cas currently doing. Leyana kept mostly to herself. The human mage was petrified...rightfully so. Drow hated humans. Hell, drow hated all surface creatures...though she was the most hated of all of them. The rift between surface elves and dark elves had such hatred it was palpable. <br><br>The savage human warrior was all spit and fire. It brought a slight smile to the elves soft lips. At this point, everyone was probably cursing the moment they had been captured. For Leyana, it was simply bad luck. As nimble-footed as she was, there was always a chance of missing ones step, and that was exactly what had happened to her. Falling into a pit, she had startled a drow patrol. They had seemed thrilled at such a find, and got over their shock faster than she had gotten over her own. Trussed up now as she was, there was no way she would be able to hide from them. Even as well as she could blend with the shadows, the chains were a dead giveaway. The drow also tended to have better vision an even her in the darkness.<br><br>She had needed no sleep, and though the orc had claimed the water pool for his own, Leyana was able to steal water when he passed out from exhaustion. Her steps remained light, and everyone's chains rattled. The orc was too stupid to realize he was being robbed. <br><br>Humans she knew needed rest...and the magic user seemed to have gotten none since their arrival. The woman stank of fear. Though the blonde barbarian was sidling up to her as they were called out of the cell, Leyana remained silent until she was closer to the two. Her voice was soft, and she remained calm, even in the face of near-certain death. <strong>"The girl has every right to be terrified. The spider-worshippers are likely to kill us for looking at them wrong, let alone saying something offensive."</strong> The last bit was a subtle warning to the large blonde woman, letting her know that there was a likelihood she was going to get them all killed for being so rambunctious.<br><br><strong>"The best thing to do in situations like this is to keep your head down and bide your time. Jailers are lazy...and they will make a mistake sooner or later. Wait for an opportune moment, and then strike."</strong> She had spoken softly, those sharp emerald eyes watching their guards carefully. Leyana was trying not to make a fuss, not to draw undue attention to herself. She had given the small group her advice...what they would do with it was on them. Hells, if the blonde woman wanted to go crazy, it would likely be advantageous to her....a distraction would allow her to try and escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 05:14:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zVY4oSQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diero Nailo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14256531#msg14256531)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Slave Pent<br><strong>Content</strong>: Slavery. Trying to plan an escape<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, Leyana, Brihe,&nbsp; Eidoma, others<br><hr><br>Diero Nailo had never been a heavy sleeper; years helping to run a ship would help ease even the hardest addiction to a soft pillow. The scant amount of sleep he’d been able to steal away were less than even he was used to, but he could make it work better than most. Sure he was tired but he was used to working with worse; tired sure as hell beat hungover or bleeding out. And he could put up with just about anything so long it kept him moving towards the treasure of getting out of the godforsaken hellhole. He’d managed to heal and rest up just enough that he felt confident taking on a drow or two wouldn’t be suicide. Though that wouldn’t do much given the fact that it wasn’t just a single drow or two holding him and the rest of the slaver’s captive. So Diero waited and took in everything he could, trying to spot a pattern. <br><br>The call of ‘Bastard Boy’ did little to upset him; he’d been called much worse both above and below ground. Of course he’d shown a few of those talkers a thing or two about polite manners but he couldn’t exactly assault his captor. At Least not yet. He wanted to give the asshole a few new scars to remember him by but held back. Better to seem an agreeable slave, let their guards fall. He stood and walked towards where he knew Jorlan wanted him to go. He’d seen what happened to those who made the drow wait. <br><br>He did feel for the new girl, the human with a blue tongue, being called up to service. Hadn’t seen the girl sleep a wink since she came the day before so she had to running on the fumes of fumes. Especially since she was in the group with Brihe. Much as he appreciated her bostious nature and lovely body, he had a sneaking suspicion that being on the same crew with her might get him killed in a rather spectacular way. Least Leyana had some sense in her small frame; nicer than most of the pure elves he’d met to boot. It wasn’t as though he knew the other slaves like close friends but he’d always been a chatty sort and it wasn’t as though there was much else to do in the pens. <br><br><strong>“It’s better to live a few more days as a slave than to die today as one.”</strong> The words carried on the sentiment of Leyana’s, a reminder of what they could do with just alittle bit of planning, some ingenuity, and a good portion of luck. And of what they would lose if things went wrong. <strong>“My name’s Captain Diero. You’re a mage like me, aintcha?”</strong> There was something unspoken in that, a plan forming in his mind. He was making note of what everyone could do and trying to see how it might work out. <strong>"Work with me and I'm gonna make sure we can all get out"</strong> He spoke quietly to the others as the crew gathered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 00:05:12</strong>
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				After Jorlan gave the orders for the five prisoners to follow the guards, he held up a hand to pause them. <strong>"The goliath stays. You,"</strong> he motioned to a pair of quaggoths that stood nearby. <strong>"<em>Check his weights, make sure he's secure. We don't want this one breaking loose on us</em>."</strong> His words were spoken in Undercommon, guarded against the ears of the many surface dwellers, including the goliath himself. <strong>"You four. Come along then. Time to work, you filthy beasts."</strong> Guards, drow and quaggoth, moved to flank Diero, Leyana, Brihe and Eidoma, to ensure that there would be no trouble as they were lead to their assignments.<br><br>The four of them were walked out of the slave pens<sup>11</sup>; Across from the gate hung a massive stalactite that the drow had hollowed out and fitted within it a guard tower<sup>10</sup>. The tower and the stone walkway outside of the slave pen were separated by a rope bridge; To the dexterous drow, crossing the spider silk ropes was of no difficulty, but for those unaccustomed, they proved difficult to cross*. The drow guided their prisoners across in single file. They then crossed through the guard tower; Inside, a handful of drow warriors sat on chairs around a round, wooden table, each of them pausing from their social activities to stare insidiously at the passing slaves. On the other side of the tower was another, longer rope bridge. After crossing that bridge, they passed by the priestesses' tower<sup>6-8</sup>. Its door was closed, but those with sharp ears** would hear whispered prayers in Undercommon just beyond the wooden portal. Ahead of them, the stone walkway widened into a larger platform, flanked by guard barracks<sup>2, 4</sup> and the main hall<sup>3</sup>, where the drow that didn't have their own private quarters shared meals. <br><br>When they reached the platform, Jorlyn began to divide the four into their separate tasks. To Eidoma, he motioned towards the main hall. <strong>"Off with you. Serve my men and clean the area. Don't try anything foolish."</strong> One drow guard grabbed her by the wrist, and lead her away. To Leyana, Jorlan appeared particularly gleeful as he also motioned to the main hall. <strong>"Fetch a bucket. You'll be emptying the barrack latrines***."</strong> It was a familiar job to the elf by now, as her drow cousins seemed to find her most suitable for mucking shit with a bucket and tossing it into the waterfall<sup>9</sup>. <strong>"You, boy,"</strong> he thumped Diero across the shoulder with the back of his hand. <strong>"Down the lift. Gather all the bluecaps**** you can find in the field and bring them up. And don't think of running, you'll have a handler."</strong> A quaggoth roughly shoved Diero towards the lift<sup>5</sup>, which was constantly manned by a pair of quaggoth who turned a crank to raise and lower the lift from the platform down to the cavern below.<br><br>That left Brihe alone, just how Jorlan wanted her. He circled her like carrion, inspecting her for weakness, or perhaps simply... Inspecting her. <strong>"You've got an improper tongue. I like my females... Improper. And normally, I like them mean, but we can't be having that from a surface mongrel like you. Come here."</strong> Jorlan drew a ring of keys from his pocket, and beckoned Brihe forward so that he could undo her manacles. <strong>"You're a tough bitch. If you can break one of my quaggoth, perhaps I'll let you sleep at the foot of my bed."</strong> The pair of guards that still lingered with Jorlan laughed, as the guard captain's quaggoth champion approached her. The beast lumbered on all fours, using its long arms not unlike a gorilla as it approached her. Unlike a gorilla, the quaggoth had wicked looking claws and fangs, and seemed eager to show Brihe just how sharp they were. Jorlan took a few steps away from them, and waited for the two fighters to engage*****.<br><br><hr><br>OOC: Here's the map of Velkynvelve (https://i.imgur.com/DaWfw41.jpg), each point on the map that your characters enter are denoted in my post.<br><br>*Crossing rope bridges is difficult terrain. Every foot of movement in difficult terrain costs 1 extra foot. E.g. to cross 10 feet of difficult terrain would be the equivalent of moving 20 feet on normal terrain. <br>**Perception check of 15 or higher.<br>***Areas 2 and 4 on the map.<br>****Dubbed the "grain of the Underdark", a bluecap is an inedible fungi, but its spores can be ground to make a nutritious, bland flour. Bread made from bluecap flour is known as sporebread or bluebread.<br>*****Brihe, roll initiative!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 03:42:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; &nbsp;Slave Pen to platform<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Very explicit language, a fight to the death<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; GM, other players(vaguely)<br><hr><br>Brihe was a little less than pleased when she didn't get a proper response out of the pretty thing before they were forced to move forward.&nbsp; And while Brihe loved to talk and be difficult, she knew that right now was not the time unless she was interested in getting a beating.&nbsp; So she kept her mouth shut as they were led out.&nbsp; Five days into her imprisonment, she knew the path well enough that she didn't truly need the guards, nor did she need any assistance in crossing the bridges, though she was careful to watch her footing lest a stray movement find her in a situation she didn't wish to be in, namely falling off of said bridge.&nbsp; Finally, they reached the platform where she knew they would be divided off to their jobs.&nbsp; And as she waited, she wondered what sort of fresh hell the bastard Jorlan had in store for her.&nbsp; Most likely some sort of physical labor given her strength.<br><br>She watched as one by one, the others were sent off to clean, the pretty thing getting the relatively easy task of cleaning and serving the men, most likely for the sole reason that she was pretty and they wished to see her.&nbsp; Then the elf was set to perhaps the most degrading of tasks, cleaning the latrines, a thought that made even Brihe feel a hint of sympathy for the girl.&nbsp; But not enough that she would do anything to interfere.&nbsp; And finally, the boy was sent to gather bluecaps with a quaggoth watching him.&nbsp; That soon left only Brihe there and she stood silent and unmoving as Jorlan circled her, his eyes looking her barely covered form over and she knew what thoughts were through his mind.&nbsp; But she did not react to his words at first, only moving when she was beckoned forward and her manacles were removed.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed in suspicion at this, but they quickly came to understanding when she realized what the foul man had in store.&nbsp; "I break your pet," she replied with a laugh, "And then Brihe break you too."&nbsp; Turning away from Jorlan, she prepared to fight.<br><br>At the beckoning of its master, the quaggoth didn’t waste a second as it charged towards the white-haired surface woman. Its claws bared, it slashed at at her neck, aiming for an early killing blow.&nbsp; Brihe managed to avoid the first set of claws, but the second got her across the shoulder, opening a series of shallow cuts.&nbsp; Growling with anger, Brihe moves in and delivers a stiff right hand that catches the quaggoth in its jaw. <br><br>The beast roared in pain and recoiled back; It paused for a moment and spit out a sharp, long tooth, before it dived at Brihe, attempting to drag her down to the ground and flay the flesh from her bone, but the beast’s lunge came up just short.&nbsp; Brihe moved quickly, getting herself out of the way of the wild lunge before she delivered a kick, aiming for the same place that she had punched before, but missing and striking the beast in the shoulder.<br><br>Watching from a safe distance, Jorlan cursed at the quaggoth’s latest clumsy attack. <strong>”<em>On your feet, you pathetic worm!</em>”</strong> The monstrosity felt the pain of her powerful kick as it landed against the meat of its shoulder, fortunate that she hadn’t punted its head off. The creature rolled to the side, pushing itself off of the ground with its huge clawed hands, and barreled towards Brihe once again. The quaggoth lowered its right shoulder and slammed into her, and brought its left claw down against her ribs, and shrieked with delight as its claws became wet with her blood.&nbsp; A cry of pain was ripped from her mouth as she felt her skin torn and the pain washed over her.&nbsp; But with gritted teeth, she delivered the point of her elbow right into the back of the beast’s skull to knock it back just enough for her to escape it’s grip, one arm moving to cover her now bleeding midsection.<br><br>The quaggoth stepped back and gave a fierce shake of its shaggy head to clear its senses. Now though, it had tasted her blood, and it would not rest until it feasted on her carcass. The beast rushed at Brihe and shoved her back, pressing her back against one of the stalactite barracks. Its huge jaws snapped inches away from her face as it tried to tear out her throat.&nbsp; Brihe’s hands came up and managed to grab the jaws of her foe, stepping them from tearing a chunk out of her body.&nbsp; “FUCK YOU!” she shouted as she felt her Rage filling her body and she delivered a nasty headbutt right to the front of the quaggoth’s skull.<br><br>She was rewarded with a satisfying <em>crack</em>ing noise as the monster reeled back several paces before it toppled over. Jorlan took a step forward, thrilled at the sight of blood streaming down the front of the servile creature’s face; His guards were perhaps a bit more cautious, as they thumbed the triggers of their hand crossbows, prepared to put the barbarian woman down if she focused her rage elsewhere. The quaggoth, dizzied, staggered to its feet and waved a claw defensively in front of itself, warding the woman away as it tried to clear its vision.&nbsp; Sensing her enemy weakened, she advanced recklessly, fist raised to strike once more, but before she could make impact, an errant claw nearly caught her and she was forced to roll away without striking, a curse filling the air as she moved back to her feet, ready for more.<br><br>It could smell the difference in her. Furious like a wounded animal, the quaggoth could sense the sudden increase of danger, raising the hackles on the back of its furry neck as it adopted a more defensive posture. As the quaggoth cautiously ambled side to side, seeking an opening, Jorlan shouted, <strong>”<em>Kill her! Or I will kill you</em>.”</strong> While not a slave like Brihe, the quaggoth was bound by its master's orders, and had no choice but to advance on her again. It raked both hands across her belly, and caught her with its right, though it was little more than a shallow, glancing blow. The glancing blow barely registered with Brihe as she sensed the creature’s fear and attacked once more, lowering her body and driving her shoulder deep into its midsection, forcing the beast back several feet before it would finally topple over onto it’s back, the impact allowing Brihe to deliver another vicious fist to the face of the beast.<br><br>The impact to the quaggoth’s midsection hadn’t been well defended, and the monster squealed in pain as ribs cracked beneath the blow. Furthermore, the fist to the face had shattered one of its orbital sockets, giving the beast a hideous, single-eyed gaze as it stared up at Brihe with a sudden madness. Its sentience seemingly burned away by desperation, it charged madly at her, clearly attacking without regard to its own safety, attacking with such savage strength that it nearly beheaded the human if she had been closer by mere inches.&nbsp; A roar of pure rage echoed from the throat of Brihe as she was felt the wind of those claws just narrowly miss her face and neck.&nbsp; But she was fearless as she met its charge with her own, ducking under it’s flailing arms before she came up and delivered an uppercut right under the chin, the knuckles in her hand cracking with the impact as she could sense her foe was faltering and sought to claim it’s life with her bare hands.<br><br>Such a powerful strike should have taken the quaggoth to its knees; Indeed, weaker blows had felled the monster more than once mere moments earlier, but the creature proved to be frighteningly resilient as it remained standing. A mere heartbeat passed as the creature staggered backwards a step, and barely considered its shattered jaw as it took Brihe by the shoulders and slammed her to the ground. In an instant, the quaggoth was on top of her, slashing viciously at her face and throat, scoring deep gouges into her pretty skin. The beast heard the familiar sound of blood bubbling forth from the lips of its prey; She would be dead soon, and the creature would suck the marrow from her bones before too long. <strong>”Such a shame,”</strong> muttered Jorlan as he took a few steps closer, ready to slay the beast to keep it from ruining her corpse.<br><br>Pain tore through her body as she felt the claw dig deep into her face and the side of her neck.&nbsp; She knew that she had mere moments before she would lose too much blood and be counted among the fallen in this dark place.&nbsp; But she would not go out without a fight and as her head was turned by the blow, her eyes lighted on the fang she had knocked out of the creature’s jaw in the early stages of the fight.&nbsp; Grabbing onto it, she let out a shriek that was one part rage, nine parts pain and drove it deep into the beast’s skull and into it’s brain.&nbsp; She knew from the sudden feeling of limpness above her that her blow had struck true&nbsp; With a mighty heave, she would push the now dead corpse off her body and turn to look at Jorlan.&nbsp; “Fuck your pet.&nbsp; No match for Brihe.”&nbsp; And she would laugh as she lay there, ready to embrace death if that was what awaited her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 06:49:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0369/30/1419324661606.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Leyana Swiftwater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14250851#msg14250851)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Slave Pen<br><strong>Content</strong>: slavery<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, others (mentioned)<br><hr><br>It was odd that she was being given the same task over and over again. Perhaps it was meant to degrade her...the drow likely got quite thrilled watching a surface elf cleaning their shit. But she would just go about doing her work. The rope bridge was crossed with minimal difficulty, and it was a small victory, seeing the flowers she received. Small victories could add up over time, but Leyana knew she had to be careful. Continued success could mean an early death down here.<br><br>All the same, when given the order, Leyana just went about her duties. Grabbing the now familiar bucket, she made a face as the sharp smell of lingering urine and feces invaded her nostrils. <em>Bide your time</em> she kept repeating to herself. <em>Keep your head down, wait for your opportunity. It will come. It has to.</em> still, on day five now it was starting to feel like the window was beginning to close on her. She had heard the jobs of the others, and decided that this at least gave her a chance to ensure she would be able to try to escape. If the others survived their detail, perhaps she would recruit their help.<br><br>The buckets sloshed as the latrines were emptied. Leyana had started in the elite barracks of the drow soldiers (4). Keeping her head down, and only glancing around to keep herself oriented, she watched the quaggoth in each room going about their duties. The elite soldiers were meditating, resting from their shifts. It helped Leyana that they seemed to be completely uninterested in her. A relief, considering the fact she was in little more than rags. There was little she would be able to do if they opted to take her on for some reason or another. Leyana was hoping to avoid a fight if possible.<br><br>The common barracks (2) were easier, after emptying her bucket at the waterfall. A part of her hoped a drow got a face full of shit and piss. There were more cots, less soldiers. Her eyes quickly darted around, and she made her way towards the latrine, forcing herself to keep that almost lackadaisical pace. She was moving slowly towards the back of the barracks, away from the one soldier resting there. Bright green eyes easily spotted the foot locker near the latrine, causing Leyana to wonder...who had drawn the short straw to get a cot near the shitter.<br><br>It didn't matter. She was eyeing the foot locker, making a quick note of how it seemed unlocked. With quick movements, she peered into the foot locker, and was unable to hide her slow-forming smile. A treasure trove of goodies sat in plain view. She left it open while emptying the latrine into her bucket, and making one last glance to the one guard at the other end of the barracks. Leyana knew that all the belongings would not be able to be taken. There was no way she could hide the crossbow or chainmail. However, there was plenty of ways to transport the short sword, rope with hook, and poison vial. <br><br>With a bucket full of drow excrement, the elves woman casually and quickly dropped the rope and sword into the bucket as well. The vial was palmed for just the moment, until she was able to get out of the barracks. Silently, she moved out of the barracks, careful not to slosh the bucket onto the floor. The smell wasn't horrid, but Leyana barely smelled it. Her mind was whirring...if this could be pulled off, escape was well within their grasp. Well....her grasp. The others were going to have to work to get her help. <br><br>To the waterfall she went, and paused, huffing softly as she stood there a moment, catching her breath. With an easy slight of hand, Leyana didn't allow herself to think twice before the vial was slipped beneath her rags. Biting her bottom lip, she winced at the feel of the cool glass gliding into her tightness, the move keeping her from making a sound as she hid the vial away. She clenched her jaw a moment, and poured the crap-contents out of the bucket, being sure to keep the sword and rope hidden within. <br><br>Leyana felt like freedom was within her grasp. She continued on with her duties, keeping her head down, a look of near defeat upon her features. It was best that the drow didn't know that any prisoners were armed. If they were left off-guard, then she would have a chance. Her only fear now was that the drow she had stolen from would return before her shift was over, and she would be implicated in the theft.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 08:13:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ui0kSlR.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Eidoma Carinweiss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14251911#msg14251911)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Small Dining Area<br><strong>Content</strong>: Slaveplay, bondage, dark themes<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, mostly reaction to other players, and then new scene<br><hr>Everything hurt. The raw skin on her shoulders and waist looked normal, but it was a small fire whenever the ‘clothing’ that she was wearing rubbed at her. In a day or two, the skin would start to redden, in another they would blister and bleed and then callous. She could feel the same pain on her nipples. The thought horrified her, today, while serving, she would find something to help with that pain, any soft cloth that she could cover her sensitive breasts with would be a small relief, a hidden relief. It was the only thing she could think about.<br><br>As she stood by her masters, waiting for the others to gather, she didn’t quite get what she expected.<br><br>The large blonde woman was scaring her. This wasn’t the first time that the taller woman had shown wild bravado in this unfortunate circumstance. She wondered how someone could muster such strength in a place like this. She could even fall asleep without worrying about another prisoner attacking her. If only Ido had known that Brihe was protecting the water supply for the group, she might have tried to drink once or twice while the blonde was awake. If she had, she wouldn’t had been beaten again.<br><br>Still, she could only fear her the same way that she feared everyone else. They were either disgusting and dying or fully capable of dominating Ido with one arm. The brunette healer was trapped in the sweet spot. This was the worst place in the world to be a beautiful woman. She could only hope that her masters would value her and save her beauty by turning her into a sex slave. It wasn’t paradise, but it was better than this hell.<br><br>But Ido knew enough about the Drow, humans were not pretty things to them. So, unfortunately wise tears had been a companion to acquaint herself with.<br><br>The blonde was raving mad, Ido almost sank downward onto her knees to display how much she didn’t want to be associated with this reckless act of rebellion. But then the brute of a woman started speaking directly to her. She didn’t speak well, but she had a way of getting large ideas across. She’d called her pretty, scared, ordered her not to be, offered protection, and play time within about ten seconds. <br><br>Eidoma was fairly certain that talking to this woman would get her in trouble. So she looked up to her out of casual habit from being free most of her life. Her shocked eyes showed her fear brightly before she quickly returned her gaze to the shadows below her feet. She said nothing. All in all, Ido was averaging one word every 10 hours in the underdark.<br><br>The elven women beside Brihe now was basically doing the same thing, but more quietly, and semi-privately. It was dangerous, guards could hear whispers too. Ido hated this. All of them would have to work together to succeed in any kind of escape. But even the concept of trying to escape horrified her. She didn’t have The book of Mortality, she couldn’t even feel the presence of Aelos, her patron was a celestial, and his world was on the gates of the moon. Ido needed the moon to speak with him. The Underdark seemed to separate her from him, it was painful, every moment, and she felt weaker, but she wasn’t sure if that was because they book was gone, or because Aelos was gone. <br><br>No matter what, she needed that book if she had any hopes in helping with the escape, and she was sure that her captors had destroyed it.<br><br>Diero was talking about it too. He’d even introduced himself. He didn’t help her feel any more comfortable, but being in a crew with three people who all wanted to escape was interesting. Something akin to hope started to form in Eidoma’s mind. <strong>“Yes…” </strong>Her fourth word.&nbsp; It had hardly been more than a crack in her dry throat. <strong>“I’m Ido…”</strong> It had been one sound, a hum and an attempt at a name.<br><br>Ido looked to her captor with apologetic eyes. She was positive that he could hear her. But, as the group was led on, it was clear that all of this wasn’t too outside of the norm. That was scary. Brihe, Leyana, Diero. They were all out of line, but no one seemed to notice or care. That meant that they were used to this. It meant that they had ways to keep slaves in their cages…<br><br>The hope sank with her head as she looked downward again. She had heard Jorlan, he was afraid of the Goliath. <br><br>As she walked with Jorlan and the guards, she was just trying to keep the rough fabric of her slave gown away from her nipples. It was difficult with her wrists chained together, but she did her best, and failed. They were alive with sharp pain by the time they were passing the Priestesses temple.<br><br>Eidoma spoke Underdark, she knew what this woman was saying. She knew the god that this drow was worshipping. She knew too much… ‘My magic, it will be an affront to her…’ Her hope vanished further. There was no way out, it seemed. She would be a white flare of magic in this place.&nbsp; <br><br>Not long after she’d been giving her orders. She had carried water buckets for eight hours the day before, and she’d spilled almost half of the containers. So, it looked like they were trying something new for her. ‘Serving.’ Eidoma had a good idea of what that meant.<br><br>Coming from a place of survival, Ido had been whipped for walking away last time without speaking. It was all about lessons down here, and learning the hard way. In one day, Ido’s will power had been significantly depleted. <strong>“Yes, master.”</strong> She had stuttered, and some life had come to her. It was sex work, at least that was what she though. And that was the slavery ideal. <br><br>She made a sincere effort to perk up as she arrived. These were new Drow, they hadn’t watched her cry, they didn’t even know she was new. Arching her back and lifting her chest, keeping her eyes up. She adjusted her hair as she walked. Ido tried to move as briskly as possible, but the restraints, and her exhaustion put together gave her a drunken pace. She wasn’t sure where her hands should go. She didn’t have the muscle structure for these chains. They were kicking her ass.<br><br>Sex work had a lot of different forms, so she was curious to see what kind it would be.<br><br><hr><br>And, Ido had not been judging the situation well. Ten minutes had passed in the shift. She was panicked through most of it, even though she had perked herself up well. <br><br>When she’d entered, she saw there were four of them, but they were seated at tables, two chatting together in the center. Two more men had their own table, but they seemed to be involved in the conversation as well. There was an empty table, but it certainly wasn’t for her. They’d been eating already, but they were waiting for her to come. Realizing that she was serving these men they’re meals instead of her body, she tried to learn the process as quickly as possible. Their food didn’t smell good, their win smelled like mushrooms, and they’re bread smelled like mushrooms. They had meat though, and the savory sour smell rising from the dish was making her dry mouth water. It stung, she was so hungry.<br><br>Eidoma had carried them several plates right away. The first service had been welcomed with an incredibly painful pinch on the ass. The drow had reached under her gown and delivered it to bare skin. As the first few rounds continued, One of them had clutched her by the hair without cause, if just to see her squeal. She had, and he’d laughed. The Drow could speak common as well, and telling her what they wanted was always done in that language. But that was the only reason they were using it. <br><br>Two carafes were sturdy Iron, standing&nbsp; on the serving table that was her station. Their weight was not easy with her restraints. One of them was filled with wine, the other with water. So, she was oft expected to carry them both. Two casks were above the station on a high shelf. The food had to be gathered from a kitchen nearby. <br><br>Eidoma had looked at the cook when she was waiting for him to give her more of the delicious smelling meat. That had been a mistake. The large Drow had used the knuckles on the back of his hand to slap her in the face. Clearly, he didn’t care for humans much. <br><br>Even while she was just waiting, which was rare, the Four of them were watching closely. When close, they rubbed at her thighs, and gave her smacks on the ass whenever she leaned over. She accidentally stepped on one of their toes, and he’d lifted her gown before his fist came in hard against her left cheek. They were looking at her like food that they hadn’t had in years. They were speaking undercommon, and they naturally assumed that a worthless human would be unknowing of their words. <br><br>But Eidoma was fluent. She was listening very carefully. Most of their words were in direct regard of Eidoma. She was the most exciting thing in their world right now. <br><br>The healer without magic could tell that they were working men, and their sense of relieve spoke to them being done with their jobs for the day. One of the four, Hadros, she’d learned, was not that interested in her. He wasn’t talkative, so she made sure to serve him with as much obedience as possible. He ate with a focused look on his face. <br><br>The rest were loud, and laughing, giving Ido time to adjust, or disguise her expressions at their words. She was so embarrassed that she was sure they would find out, blushing, exhaling vividly, and turning her humiliated face. One of them was hoping that he could take her into the other room. He wanted her to suck his dick more than anything. Her tits became the next subject, and they were trying to get the best view of them as they possibly could.<br><br>His name had been Kophyn, the one that wanted her mouth. He had spilled his water on purpose. “Human, here.” He wasn’t exactly fluent in her tongue, but he was pointing to the empty cup that she’d just watched him spill. Her face showed sorrow. She still hadn’t had a sip in over a day. She didn’t dare drink in their presence. And watching him spill water just to get her closer to him was the greatest injustice she’d ever known.<br><br>She clanged and clattered her way over with both carafes in hand. She set down the wine to pick up his mug and pour. As she did, he took a handful of her ass and almost growled. “You look like it hurt you,”&nbsp; He was talking about the water, and pointing to it on the dirty ground. “Thirsty, slut?”<br><br>Eidoma didn’t know what he was asking exactly, it sounded like he only knew a few different common words for a woman. She nodded, hoping to Aelos that he would let her drink. Her lips were chapped, it was obvious. “Well?!” He seemed angry, he wanted her to speak.<br><br><strong>“Yes, si- master. I am thirsty.”</strong><br><br>His tongue immediately switched to undercommon and he postured for his friends. “She thinks I’m her master, an absolute strumpet this one.” Turning back to her, he took the glass that she had filled and he tossed it into her face.<br><br>Reeling, Eidoma didn’t realize what had happened, but as she felt the cool liquid against her lips, her tongue went out to lap at it. It gave Kophyn time to grab the entire Carafe of water. Eidoma had closed her eyes, and the Drow was standing above her. Before she knew it, the entirety of its contents were coming down, and soaking her. Her instincts reacted, she opened her mouth and managed to get two swallows before the cascade of water stopped.<br><br>It was good.<br><br>She didn’t realize that Kophyn and Alakoj were laughing at her, and grabbing her by the arms. These men were fed enough to be jolly, and drenched Edoma was not wet enough. All but Hadros helped to bring Eidoma over to her serving station.<br><br>The cook watched on with a smile. The table below the casks was kicked aside and Eidoma was thrown down on the ground in its place. They were holding her hair, and the back of her neck. Hands were groping her breasts, rubbing the wet fabric against her searing nipples. She hissed quietly at the pain, still unsure of what they were doing with her. <br><br>In the chaos, she heard a command. “Look up, slut.” Ido looked up, when she did, more water came down, sure, they were soaking her, making her gown heavy and her skin cold. Her hair was drenched, and she was starting to shiver. But she was drinking water. Some of it was going down the wrong pipe. It was hard to breathe, she could hear the Drow laughing above her. The water stopped and she was released.<br><br>Gathering herself, coughing and opening her eyes, she saw them returning to their seats and laughing while they soaked in the image of her wet body. It was almost all visible now, clinging and rubbing everywhere. Still, she felt better. That large amount of water was exactly what she needed.<br><br>Rising again, Eidoma retrieved the carafes, filled them, and continued to serve. There was more color in her face now, her lips were more lush and welcoming. She was almost smiling now as she stood beside their table<br><br>Kophyn still had an empty cup, and she would need to fill it with water. She just hoped that this time, he would let it stay in his cup.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>01-08-2018, 00:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dpNG8Mr.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, Shrine to Lolth<br><strong>Content</strong>:<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Brihe<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9aJo4PH.jpg)</div>The outcome of the match had been quite unexpected. To see her throat and face being viciously slashed into ribbons, the pair of drow guards had assumed that she was already dead. Each of them gasped with astonishment as the savage woman summoned the last of her strength, and found the long quaggoth fang that she had knocked loose earlier in the fight. With her final effort, she spiked the fang into the beast's skull, killing it in an instant. She tossed its body away, and through lips coated with blood, taunted Jorlan before she collapsed back on the ground. <strong>"Magnificent,"</strong> the scarred-face drow remarked as he rushed to her side. She had little fight left in her, but he carefully positioned his body as he knelt beside her so that she couldn't pull the sword off of his belt. He put a hand to the ruined flesh below her chin, and could feel a tremendous amount of blood fleeing her body. <strong>"<em>Pick her up, take her to the shrine, now!</em>"</strong> Jorlan lead the way as she was hoisted up, her arms slung around the shoulder of each guard, and ushered along the narrow walkways of the outpost towards the shrine.<br><br>He pushed through the door without knocking, and the priestess Asha Vandree quickly rose from her kneeling prayer and put a hand on the handle of the scourge at her side. <strong>"<em>You risk Lolth's favor by interrupting me</em>,"</strong> she warned, but was ignored as Jorlan stepped inside to make room for the guards, who hauled the dying Brihe in alongside them. As soon as her light blue eyes saw the dimmed outline of the statue of Lolth, she wheezed a panicked sound and began to thrash against her captors; Jorlan stepped forward and put his hands on the side of her face, gingerly avoiding touching her open wound. <strong>"Hush, hush! 'Tis nothing more than polished zurkhwood."</strong> With the woman calmed a little, the guards slowly lead Brihe to the opposite side of the room. Asha had begun to prepare a bed for the wounded woman as soon as she realized the situation, though she was entirely displeased by the fact that it was <em>her</em> bed that would hold the bleeding woman. Brihe was lowered into a pile of soft cushions, and then the guards quickly retreated to stand watch at the door.<br><br><strong>"<em>Ilvara would be displeased to know you've been throwing her slaves at the quaggoth. I am surprised you didn't let it kill her</em>."</strong> She began to clean Brihe's wound, pushing her white hair out of the way, and running a clean, wet cloth across her neck and face to clear away the excess blood. Jorlan, to the priestess's surprise, took a tender grasp of the human's hand as she began to writhe in pain. <strong>"Cease your resistance. All will be well shortly. You fought well, my pet."</strong> His red eyes glanced over to Asha. To her, he said <strong>"<em>I did not spare her. She bested the worthless cretin with her bare hands. And if I know you, Asha, you will not whisper a word of this to the high priestess</em>."</strong> Asha's lips pursed with distaste, and she pondered for a moment whether or not she would call Jorlan's bluff; Finally, she sighed, and returned her attention to Brihe.<br><br><strong>"<em>You must think she will be useful to you. Or have you gotten fond of rutting with animals after the mistress abandoned you? You are as ugly as one of them now, after all</em>."</strong> She ignored the flash of anger that flitted across Jorlan's expression as she began to channel a healing spell into the wounded human. Asha unclasped the spider-shaped onyx brooch from around her collar, allowing her cloak to fall away. She kissed the back of the brooch, and whispered a prayer, before she pressed the brooch to Brihe's flesh. A black aura burned across her torn visage, and Brihe would feel a momentary surge of incredible pain. But then it was over; The pain quickly receded, and she was just left with the faintness of great blood loss as the only token to remember her near-death experience. Jorlan reached down to touch her face again, his fingers prodding against her now flawless throat and cheek. <strong>"What an irony, that the priestesses could restore your beauty, but not my own."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>01-08-2018, 05:17:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; &nbsp;Shrine to Lolth<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Near death, being healed<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; GM<br><hr><br>Brihe faded in and out of consciousness.&nbsp; She was vaguely aware that she was being carried somewhere, she didn't know where, but she suspected that it was to be dumped somewhere under the assumption that she wouldn't survive these wounds.&nbsp; And given the amount of blood that she'd lost, she knew that they were right.&nbsp; She wouldn't survive this and she was alright with that.&nbsp; She had gone out fighting and had killed her opponent.&nbsp; A warrior couldn't ask for a better death than that.&nbsp; Her only regret was that she hadn't gotten a chance to play with the pretty thing before she died.&nbsp; But hopefully she would have plenty of pretty things to play with in the afterlife. However, it would seem that that wasn't what fate had in store for her as she realized that she wasn't being carried to be tossed aside, but rather they seemed to be taking her into some sort of shrine.&nbsp; This confused her as she knew that these bastards weren't about to give her any sort of proper send-off, so why waste time bringing her here.&nbsp; Unless death was not what they intended for her.<br><br>Or perhaps it was as her eyes, barely open, caught sight of a massive spider and knew what they were going to do.&nbsp; They were going to feed her to that thing and she would not allow that to happen without a fight.&nbsp; She didn't have much strength left, but she began to struggle against the men carrying her, causing them to nearly drop her on the floor.&nbsp; Not that it would've done her much good as she knew she didn't have the strength to run even if she could get her feet underneath her.&nbsp; But maybe she could get a sword and fight, force them to kill her first.&nbsp; Only she didn't get free and soon she felt a hand on her face and the voice of Jorlan cut through her panic, telling her it was nothing but a stature.&nbsp; She slowly stopped fighting and looked again to see his words rang true, though why he would tell her this was beyond her.&nbsp; All she knew was that she had used most of her remaining strength there and she continued to fade in and out slowly.<br><br>What happened next was unclear to Brihe, but she knew that she had been laid on something soft and comfortable and for a moment, she thought that she had finally died and gone to whatever afterlife awaited her.&nbsp; But then she felt pain as something pressed against the wound in her neck and she couldn't help it.&nbsp; She let out a distinctly unwarrior-like whimper as her body instinctively writhed in the pain that she was feeling.&nbsp; Then she felt something else, someone holding her hand and a voice telling her to stop resisting.&nbsp; It took her a moment to place the voice as belonging to the same bastard who made her fight that beast.&nbsp; But the tone of his words was far softer now, at least to her.&nbsp; When he spoke in his own language to whoever was touching her, the sternness returned.&nbsp; In pain, confused, and weak from blood loss, Brihe did the one thing that she rarely did and complied.<br><br>She lay there, hearing words but not understanding the language as the Jorlan and the woman would speak back and forth for a moment before silence would take hold aside from the labored breathing of Brihe, whose life was still hanging by a thread.&nbsp; That was until she felt something cool press against her neck and then she felt a surge of pain more painful than when the beast ripped her throat open in the first place.&nbsp; A cry of pain ripped from her body as every muscle in her body tightened and her body practically rose off the bed before she would collapse back down onto it.&nbsp; Traces of the pain remained, but when it faded, she felt different.&nbsp; More alive.&nbsp; As though she wasn't dying anymore.&nbsp; And when she felt a hand against her throat, she realized that it wasn't ripped open anymore, but rather healed.&nbsp; Slowly, she sorted out what had happened and confusion crossed her features as she turned her head slightly to look up at Jorlan.<br><br>"Why not let me die?" she asked in confusion, "Was ready to die.&nbsp; Killed fucking beast.&nbsp; Honorable death."&nbsp; She was still so very weak, but she knew now she would live.&nbsp; Jorlan had seen to that, but she did not understand why.&nbsp; Or perhaps she did.&nbsp; The look in his eyes was different, but she had seen it before.&nbsp; Then something he had called her moments before rang in her ears.&nbsp; 'My pet.'&nbsp; Why those words.&nbsp; But she didn't say anything.&nbsp; She knew, whether or not she wanted to admit it, she was at his mercy in that moment.&nbsp; Too weak to fight despite the healing.&nbsp; So she just stared at him, eyes questioning as she wondered what his intentions were now that she would live.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>02-08-2018, 08:16:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MeQuoWW.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, bridge crossing the waterfall<br><strong>Content</strong>: Non-consent, molestation<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leyana<br><hr><br>The elf was mostly left to her own devices as she was made to empty the latrines of the several barracks of Velkynvelve. While she cleaned, she was never too far from a drow warrior; Like the elves, their dark cousins did not truly sleep, they rested through meditation. Even as the drow meditated, they were still mostly aware of their surroundings. As Leyana crept through one of the common barracks’ and stealthily extracted some equipment from a footlocker, she went entirely unnoticed.<br><br>After she quietly removed the items--stashing a pair of them in her muck bucket, and another in an unmentionable place--she proceeded with her duties, which eventually brought her to the bridge that stood over the waterfall. As she sloshed the bucket of waste into the waterfall, she was unaware a presence that had stepped silently behind her. Before she could react, a strong hand shot out to grasp her by her thick, red hair.<br><br><strong>”Think you’d survive the fall, surface cunt?”</strong> The voice of a male drow growled into her ear; Using his strength, he pushed her up against the rope that stretched across the chasm and effectively served as a handhold. With a strong enough push, he could send her toppling into the waterfall, to the unknown depths below. <strong>”I’d love for you to give me an excuse to try…”</strong> He reined back on her hair, taking away the immediacy of his threat against her, but at the same time, he shoved his free hand down the front of her ragged breeches, and raked his fingers across the front of her pussy. Unbeknownst to him, a stolen vial of drow poison was mere centimeters away from his probing digits as he pushed the first knuckle of his index finger into her slit. His breath was warm and wet on her ear as his chest was pressed against her back; she could tell from his closeness that his blood was running hot and his lust was in control of him. <div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Fh9ZXf9.jpg)</div><br><br>Finally, he released Leyana, and pushed away from her. So focused was he on the object of his torment that he hadn’t noticed the rope and short sword that she’d stowed at the bottom of her shit bucket. <strong>”I’d drag you to my cot if you didn’t smell like shit. Maybe once they’ve washed you, I’ll pay you a visit.”</strong> He smirked, his red eyes glaring at her as he slowly walked backwards, savoring the sight of her, then turned to leave. Hardly a moment passed that he was gone for Leyana to collect herself when she heard a voice coming from across the rope bridge. <br><br><strong>”<em>That savage… My lady, I am terribly sorry that I did not arrive a moment sooner to intervene</em>.”</strong> The voice was rough-cut and monstrous, but it spoken in surprisingly fluent Elvish. When Leyana turned to it, she would see an enormous quaggoth carefully ambling towards her. She would recognize him as a fellow slave incarcerated in the pens; Unlike the other quaggoth, he seemed to carry himself more like a man than a beast, and when he spoke, as rare as it was, it was in the same Elvish voice. <br><br><strong>”<em>Please, don’t… Don’t run away from me. We have not been properly introduced, and I may not look like it, but… I am an elf, just like you. My name is Derendil…</em>”</strong> He hesitated, then continued, <strong>”<em>Crown prince of the kingdom of Nelrindenvance.</em>”</strong> Still afraid of startling her, Prince Derendil gave her a wide berth as he stepped off of the rope bridge and onto solid ground. <strong>”<em>They sent me to fetch the priestess. The dwarf woman, she...She succumbed to her wounds just a few moments prior. It was… Ghastly.</em>”</strong> He glanced past her, towards the shrine of Lolth, then back to her; The quaggoth that claimed to be an elf didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>03-08-2018, 16:11:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zVY4oSQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diero Nailo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14256531#msg14256531)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The 'fields'<br><strong>Content</strong>: Slavery. Trying to plan an escape<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM<br><hr><br>There was something about being called ‘boy’ by the drows who’d captured him that was somehow more insulting that any comment equating him to a bastard or insinuation that his parents had been ‘blood traitors’. Perhaps because it was an insult on his own status rather than that of his parents. Regardless, he had to stifle the urge to brawl with Jorlyn there and then. <em>‘Stick to the plan. Make them underestimate you’</em> He knew it would work but that didn’t make it easier to undertake. At the least he could see the formulation of the beginnings of a plan; A mage, Ido. A thief, Leyana. Some Muscle, Brihe. And there were more in the pens that he could talk into a break. <em>‘Just keep your head down’</em><br><br>The quaggoth shoved him into the lift towards his duty for the day, and Diero could count himself lucky. Or atleast lucky as far as a slave in the underdark could be. Gathering Bluecaps wasn’t the worst of the tasks by far. Of course they’d always demand that he move faster and faster still, maybe whip to ‘encourage’ more work or just for their own entertainment. ANd he’d probably get beaten for not harvesting enough of the spores at the end of the ‘shift’. It could be worse though. They were less likely to beat him severely while he worked since that would lower his picking speed too much. So long as he kept his head down and did his work he’d be left alone for the most part. Of course if he passed out from exhaustion they’d be liable to kill him, but it hadn’t happened so far yet. <br><br>The other reason that Diero found the bluecaps A somewhat serviceable job was a rather simple one; Slavers and slaves alike were liable to lose things or drop them during escape attempts. Such as the hand crossbow he came across, seemingly discarded in some cave crevice, that was quickly collapsed into slimmer components and hidden in the leg of his pants. Always looking towards the future, Diero also managed to stash away from spores for himself during his time in the fields. For every fifty caps that he gathered the spores from, he’d take the spores of one for his own use. Of course it wouldn't do much good if they couldn’t bake it, but having some dough if he had to go on the run was something he couldn’t pass up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>04-08-2018, 02:13:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0369/30/1419324661606.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Leyana Swiftwater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14250851#msg14250851)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Waterfall<br><strong>Content</strong>: getting ugly, trying to keep her cool<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, a quaggoth<br><hr><br>The motions were monotonous. Fill buckets, carry them to the waterfall. Dump the buckets and repeat. She was being very careful each and every time that she dumped piss and shit over the edge of the waterfall. After all, she had valuable equipment there that she didn't want to fall out. If it meant getting some crap on her hands, then so be it. The equipment was going to gain her freedom, and that couldn't get a price put on it.<br><br>As careful as she was about ensuring her bounty remained in her grasp and not over the side of the waterfall, she missed the drow soldier coming up behind her. It was an easy mistake to make...she was concentrating on something else, and the water roaring over the edge was loud. Drow were also in their home here in the underdark. And so she didn't see it until the last moment, when a hand grabbed her by the hair and shoved her forward.<br><br>She wanted to scream, but held it in as nothing more than sharp gasp. Green eyes widened as she looked down, unable to really see much save for the river below and the steam of the water as it hit. Leyana gripped immediately to the rope that was all that stood between her and certain death. The move of course pressed her against the drow soldier behind her. She could feel his arousal, causing her to give a tremor of fear.<br><br>A harsh hiss passed Leyanas lips as she was wrenched back by her hair. Eyes squeezed shut as she felt that second hand slither down her breeches. Her body was a bit more receptive than she had wished...merely because of the vial which was settled within her. As the dross finger pushed into her, she flinched, her body trembling gently. As she was released, she made sure not to turn back around. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.<br><br>Leyanna was hoping she could support herself, take a moment to compose herself and move on. She cursed her lapse of situational awareness, though the second voice had her tensing. Then she realized...the voice had spoken elven. Slowly she turned to look to the Quaggoth that was lumbering over the bridge to her. Not seeing anyone else, she stayed tense, knowing how violent they could be.<br><br>It spoke again, introducing itself and speaking perfect elvish. A brow arched, her head tilting to the side as she responded. <strong>"A shame about the dwarf. She had spunk. What are you doing here, and how did you end up like a Quaggoth?"</strong> Leyanna knew that the drow could be merciless...it was what they were famous for. It was not beyond the realm of impossible that they had transmutated an elven Prince into something ghastly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 00:58:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1lWUhhF.png)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, main hall<br><strong>Content</strong>: Non-consent, dehumanization<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Eidoma<br><hr><br>Even after they returned to their tables after drenching the human slut, the three warriors continued to laugh and joke with each other at her expense. Throwing her around and soaking her to the bone had gotten their blood rising; As Eidoma approached Kopyhn to fill his up again, he had a special hunger in his eyes, and it wasn’t for mushroom. His red irises were transfixed on the shapely outline of the gown that clung tightly to her curves; The fabric was not very thick, and the chill of being half-drowned had her nipples pressing quite insistently through the front of her dress.<br><br>As she leaned over the table to fill his cup, the dark elf reached up and grasped one of her hanging breasts. <strong>”Fill it, then stand there for me, you desperate slattern.”</strong> Kophyn sat back in his chair and took his mug, and drained it; He had apparently worked up a thirst as well. <strong>”Again.”</strong> Eidoma was made to refresh his cup, and this time, the drow drained only most of it. He set it back down on the zurkhwood table; Then he smacked the half-empty jug out of her hand, the wooden vessel thumping to the ground as it sloshed its contents across the stone floor. His fast hands then grasped her by the waist and pulled her into his lap. <strong>”We haven’t yet had our fill of you, my little slut. I’ve never seen a slave so desperate to be touched… This is what you’ve wanted since we dragged you here, isn’t it?”</strong> Both of his strong hands pawed at her chest as his two comrades popped out of their chairs. The look they gave the sorceress was more thirsty than the longing gazes she had given the carafe of water before they’d doused her. Kophyn held her tightly by the waist as one of them--a male named Izzatar--pulled a dagger, but instead of gutting her or slitting her throat, the drow grasped the collar of her gown and slashed down the front of the blouse, freeing her breasts. He grasped the remains of her ragged dress and tore the rest away. <strong>”This fat-breasted cow was made to be bred,”</strong> he growled.<br><br>As Izzatar went to unbuckle the front of his breeches, their other accomplice, Chaszmyr, caught him by the wrist. His red eyes shot over to Hadros, who pushed his chair into his table and stood, a sneer of disgust on his fine features. <strong>”When the mistress walks in on you three spearing this filthy worm, it’ll be the drider pits for you.”</strong> He didn’t wait for a retort, chin held high as he marched out of the main hall. Kophyn, Izzatar and Chaszmyr contemplated for a moment; Kophyn took Eidoma roughly by the hair and pushed her off of him, without releasing her. <strong>”Hadros wouldn’t be so proud of himself if she had a prick instead of a pussy.”</strong> The other two laughed; Sensing Kophyn’s intentions, they grabbed Eidoma and dragged her out of the hallway, the human woman left naked as her shorn dress remained in Kophyn’s seat. They crossed the platformed area, where a moment prior, Brihe had nearly been killed in combat, her blood still staining the rocks. The quaggoth that manned the lift stared at Eidoma’s flesh as she was lead into the communal barracks, where another drow was already resting on a cot. <strong>”Get out, before we throw you out,”</strong> Chaszmyr hissed at this other, whose crimson eyes popped open with surprise, and stared at the scene for a moment before he silently complied. With the four of them left alone, Kophyn took Eidoma and easily tossed her onto the nearest cot.<br><br><strong>”Why don’t you start with kneeling at our altars, bitch?”</strong> He grasped the bulge between his thighs as he stood at the edge of the bed. The other two flanked her, impatient for her attention as well. It seemed she was expected thricely to worship them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>10-08-2018, 02:12:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dpNG8Mr.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, Shrine to Lolth<br><strong>Content</strong>:<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Brihe<br><hr><br>The eyes that she judged with suspicion still examined her. Some might have described them as malicious, or hateful, but above them all, Jorlan’s gaze felt very possessive. The human spoke up in confusion, wondering about her fate, which caused her captor to laugh, as Asha rolled her eyes in disdain before she rose and left Brihe’s bedside. Jorlan’s hand that grasped her neck and cheek moved closer to her mouth, as he ran a thumb across her bottom lip. <strong>”Even if you had died, one of the priestesses would have returned you to us. You are more useful to us dead than alive. And,”</strong> he glanced over his shoulder at Asha, who performed a quick prayer at the shrine before she left the room, <strong>”You will be <em>incredibly</em> useful to me.”</strong><br><br>His hand drifted down her face, strong fingers brushing against her throat and reaching her collar and the top of her ragged top. <strong>”You belong to the priestess; You are filth that must expect nothing but suffering and servitude. However, if you please me, I may deign to let you sleep at the foot of my bed… Or perhaps…”</strong> Those fingers dragged down the front of her shirt, between the valley of her breasts, hesitating for a long moment before he finally pulled away from her, and stood. A dark hand reached down to help her to her feet; If she had not the strength, then Jorlan would pull her to a stand.<br><br><strong>”Come with me, pet. To quarters more comfortable; I care for the sight of spiders as little as you do,”</strong> he muttered with disdain as he cast his eyes cautiously over his shoulder, towards the gigantic statue of Lolth. His hand wrapped around her wrist, the drow captain of the guard lead her out of the shrine. Outside the front door, the priestess, Asha, was struggling to communicate with a quaggoth--The elf Leyana was nearby clutching a recently emptied bucket of waste--and Jorlan paid them all little heed as he led his prize across the platform that spanned the barracks area, through the battlefield that had been bloodied just minutes ago by Brihe and her slain foe, whose body still laid there.<br><br>They entered another hanging stalactite; The ground floor held two beds, and one drow was meditating quietly sitting upon one. Jorlan pushed her towards a rope ladder that lead up to another floor. Once Brihe climbed, she’d find a much more spacious chamber that held only one bed, a desk, a chest, and some other scattered belongings. <strong>”Lay down. Rest.”</strong> Jorlan leaned against the wall near the rope ladder and waited for her to do as he bade. <strong>”My pet… What would you do to escape from Velkynvelve? How desperate are you to see that wretched star before you die?”</strong> He had a dangerous look in his eyes as he thumbed a dagger on his belt, but otherwise remained against the wall, expectant for her answer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 00:31:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Fh9ZXf9.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, bridge crossing the waterfall<br><strong>Content</strong>: Blood, threats<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leyana<br><hr><br>Leyana’s quiet suspicions about the origins of the elvish-speaking quaggoth were slightly off-mark as he explained, <strong>”<em>Ah. ‘Tis a sad story, I’m sure the bards of Nelrindenvance sing of it… Though perhaps not, for they assumed me to have disappeared. It was the evil wizard, Terrestor, who transformed me, and exiled me from my kingdom. I fled to the Underdark, for the quaggoth are creatures that are extremely sensitive to the sun’s beautiful gaze… What an irony, yes? A sun elf, now poisoned by the sun</em>.”</strong> He cast his eyes low, feeling sad for himself for a moment, before he seemed to remember why he had come. <div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9aJo4PH.jpg)</div><br><br>Before he could excuse himself and go to the shrine, the priestess Asha opened the door and walked out, as if she knew she was sought after. She cast a suspicious eye between Leyana and Derendil, recognizing him as the slave and not just another one of their retained quaggoth servants. She was only vaguely aware of the labor schedule for the slaves, but she knew that when they were attending to their duties, they were always kept separate, so that they could not coordinate anything together. <br><br><strong>”What is the meaning of this?”</strong> She asked in Common, speaking lowly; She glanced nervously around, as if expecting someone to be watching them, before she returned her attention to Leyana and Derendil. The elf prince tilted his head in confusion, not understanding her words. <strong>”<em>The guards sent me to retrieve you, the dwarf</em>-”</strong> He was not allowed to finish her sentence, as Asha quickly drew the scourge on her waist and lashed out at him, the beast screaming in pain as red gashes appeared on his broad, furry chest. <strong>”Don’t you dare speak the filthy tongue of elves to me! You, surfacer, what is he saying?”</strong> Blood dripped off of the metal barbs of the multi-thonged whip. Her beautiful features were bunched up in fury and impatience, and she raised it again, threatening to bring it down on the woman if she didn’t answer shortly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 00:53:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; &nbsp;Jorlan's Quarters<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; GM<br><hr><br>Pain faded away as the healing magic did it's work, leaving Brihe unmarred by her encounter with the beast.&nbsp; However, she now found herself facing a trail of a different sort, that being understanding what was happening here.&nbsp; Even if Jorlan was telling the truth and they would've stopped the beast from truly killing her, there was still the fact that his eyes blazed with a possessiveness that she knew had little to do with her value to the priestess.&nbsp; She was not the smartest of people, but even she could understand that something was at play here that had nothing to do with the priestess or what her intentions were.&nbsp; A fact underscored by the feel of his fingers moving down between her breasts, the thin rags that she was given to wear doing little to protect her breasts from his view as they were lowered by his touch.&nbsp; Brihe watched him, expecting to feel more, but then he pulled away and would practically drag her to her feet.<br><br>Legs were unsteady for a moment before the strength started to return to them and she found herself following Jorlan as he pulled her along, first out of the Shrine, for which she was grateful as the large statue was deeply unsettling to her.&nbsp; They would then cross the platform back towards where she had fought the beast.&nbsp; Seeing the corpse there, she would pull away for a moment before approaching the corpse.&nbsp; Reaching down, she would rip the fang that she had used to pierce the beast's brain out of his skull and wipe it off on the fur of the creature before returning to Jorlan.&nbsp; <strong>"A prize."</strong> she explained, not at all concerned about whether or not he would be happy about her actions.&nbsp; She had killed the thing, she had a right to keep a prize of that fact.<br><br>That dealt with, she would continue to follow him into the barracks and then allow herself to be pushed up the rope ladder to another floor.&nbsp; This one was different and she suspected that this was to be his personal quarters, leading her to question why she had been brought her.&nbsp; It became an even greater question when she was all but commanded to lay down.&nbsp; She looked from him to the bed for a moment, her instincts telling her to remain standing if only because she didn't want to seem as though she was the pet he kept referring to her as.&nbsp; But her body was telling her that she needed to rest, that she wasn't fully healed from the battle even if her wounds were closed and blood no longer leaving her body.&nbsp; So she would sit down on the edge of the bed, a middle ground that she was able to live with for now.&nbsp; He then asked her a question that had her eyes narrowed as she attempted to understand his game in this.<br><br>Escape.&nbsp; The way he said that word sent a chill down her spine.&nbsp; And a desperate desire to be free and stand under the sun once more filled her.&nbsp; The answer to the question was a simple one in that there was little she would not do in order to see that moment come.&nbsp; She would surely kill anything and everything in her path if she could but she knew that he wasn't asking that from her.&nbsp; He was asking for something else and her eyes would widen slightly as the pieces started to fit together.&nbsp; The possessiveness in his eyes, the softness of his touch, the fact that she had been brought up here in the first place, it all made sense.&nbsp; She knew what it was he wanted.&nbsp; Her body.&nbsp; Jorlan wanted her body and he wanted her to offer it to him.&nbsp; She almost had to fight back a chuckle at this as it also answered a problem that she had to deal with in this moment.<br><br>Brihe loved to fight.&nbsp; She was good at it.&nbsp; It excited her and nothing excited her more than a near death experience.&nbsp; Pulling victory from the jaws of near defeat was almost an orgasmic experience for her and left her feeling hungry for the real thing.&nbsp; Already, in the back of her brain, she had been thinking that she would have to try and talk the pretty thing into playing when they were returned to the pit later.&nbsp; But that was so far away and her hunger would not fade, only grow.&nbsp; So, perhaps this would do.&nbsp; Looking at Jorlan, she would nod slowly.&nbsp; <strong>"To be free,"</strong> she said, <strong>"I do anything to be free.&nbsp; What you want?"</strong>&nbsp; As she said that, she would lean forward, the loose rags allowing Jorlan a clear view down at her breasts should he desire to look.&nbsp; And Brihe knew that he desired just that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 05:36:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SbPCGkL.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, the mushroom grove at the cavern floor<br><strong>Content</strong>: <br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Diero<br><hr><br>The floor of the cavern was huge, the walls farther than Diero could see with his darkvision. With the underground river nearby, mist churning and dispersing through the chamber encouraged plentiful growth of fungi. It wasn’t cultivated by the drow above as a farm, it was much more wild than that, so for every bluecap Diero found, he saw a dozen other varieties of fungi, their properties unknown to him. Jorlan had not described the bluecaps, but their names were a dead giveaway; These mushrooms were maybe a foot tall at their highest, their whitish-blue stalks bending oddly as if they had avoided an invisible barrier as they grew, their caps a shade of sky blue, wide and thick, and firm enough that one could knock on them and produce a shallow thump. As Diero picked them, he could easily break off the stalks and stack the caps together to conserve space in his basket.<br><br>A quaggoth stood near the lift; It was supposed to be minding this half-elf as it worked, but it sat on its rump boredly, and picked knots out of its coarse fur. When Diero found the hand crossbow and stashed it, the quaggoth was more busy paying attention to the claws on its feet, chewing on them like a dog to trim them down. The beast was so distracted that it didn’t notice the giant spiders that were skulking behind it until they began to hiss. Startled, the quaggoth rolled to its side and bared its claws at the pair of arachnid, taller than any dog and much wider, cautiously lurked closer.<br><br>Before any fighting broke out, a voice called out from up above, one that halted the eight-legged monstrosities in their tracks, and sent a shiver of terror down the quaggoth’s spine. <strong>”<em>Heel, my children</em>.”</strong> A solitary female figure was floating above them, slowly descending to the ground; In his five days in Velkynvelve, Diero had heard her name perhaps a hundred times, but rarely had he ever seen High Priestess Ilvara herself. She was strikingly beautiful, but she carried an air of menace with her as she gazed down at Diero from behind red eyes. Her feet touched down on stone a mere 10 feet away from Diero; The spiders that had arrived with her skittered forward to flank her at each heel. Her hands found their heads, and pet them affectionately, minding them for a moment while she ignored Diero.<br><br>Finally, she looked back to the half-elf, and spoke. <strong>”Kneel.”</strong> She rested her hand on her hip; Diero could see something writhing on her belt. Any confusion about what that might be was erased as Ilvara withdrew the object, and pointed it at him. While his keen thief’s eyes might be drawn to the long crystal that glowed with a light, purple magical energy at the bottom half of the rod she now held, the other half of the rod was a bit more demanding. Five serpents writhed against each other, hissing, spitting and snapping their jaws at Diero. <strong>”Kneel, and thank Lolth for the last five days that you have spent within her providence.”</strong> She wore an arrogant smirk on her lips; Clearly, she enjoyed demonstrating her power and authority.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>17-08-2018, 00:39:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0369/30/1419324661606.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Leyana Swiftwater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14250851#msg14250851)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Waterfall<br><strong>Content</strong>: getting ugly, trying to keep her cool<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Derendril, Asha<br><hr><br>She could sympathize with Derendril, even if she could not fully understand. Her own achings for the forest had been growing, to a point where at times she felt as if she would go mad. Still, she tried to keep her cool throughout the week. Five days...and at this point, she was finally hoping that she would be able to get out of this with her new treats. To never be able to? If she were Derendril, Leyana would have likely been killed after trying to murder as many drow as she could. After all...less drow would mean less raiding parties, didn't it? <br><br>Probably not.<br><br>The sudden appearance of Asha had the elf switching from intruiged and interested in speaking her native tongue, immediately back to her neutral gaze, which she tried to keep down. She had seen how drow beat and attacked slaves that looked them in the eye, as if that were some sort of insult. Leyana never did try to understand the crazy that went on in the mind of her darker cousins. As the whip came out and lashed at Derendil, Leyana flinched, though didn't dare look up. Though not completely covered in shit, there was no guarantee that it wouldn't happen...and she did not wish any open wounds to invite infection.<br><br><strong>"He said that he was sent to fetch you. The dwarf died of her wounds."</strong> Her voice was neutral, loud enough to be heard, but not by much. <strong>"Well...he was going to tell you the dwarf died of her wounds, before you beat him for no reason."</strong> It was stupid. Leyana knew it was stupid. But she couldn't help it. Her blood was up....someone had died for no reason, and the sun elf would never be able to leave this place. The injustice of it made Leyana angry....enraged even. It took quite a lot for her to remain calm though, knowing that killing a drow priestess now would destroy any chances of her ever getting out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>23-08-2018, 08:02:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dpNG8Mr.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, Jorlan's quarters<br><strong>Content</strong>: Rough sexiness<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Brihe<br><hr><br>The woman was unbroken, that much was obvious to him. She yearned to be free; Every blow she had dealt to the quaggoth, her defiant seizure of the tooth she'd used to kill it, even the look on her eyes as he mentioned the possibility of her escape was nakedly ambitious. If Ilvara had seen it, Brihe would have been beaten within an inch of her life, but Jorlan had already seen for himself that near-death wouldn't shake her. It was the utmost irony to the drow male; He wanted nothing more than to own her and bend her to his will, but he now wondered if even he would be capable of breaking her. If he could not be useful to her as a pet, then at least he could be useful to her in other manners. And as she declared her willingness to do anything for her freedom, he could tell by her suggestive posture that he would at least enjoy himself before he set her loose.<br><br><strong>"You already know what I want,"</strong> he growled as he reached down to grab her by the collar of her threadbare tunic. Jorlan's other hand that had been tugging at the hilt of his dagger shot out in a flash of steel. He'd gutted men in a similar manner before, but when the blade entered Brihe, it pierced only the front of her shirt, coming to a stop mere inches from her heart. The edge cut upwards, rending her shirt loudly until it slit through the neck of the garment, and its two split sides fell apart to reveal her breasts. The drow replaced the dagger on his belt, then tore the rest of her top away, before he stepped back to admire her from a short distance. The disdain he felt for her as a lesser-than for being human was incompatible with the lust he held for her tight abdomen, her well-rounded breasts, and her strong shoulders. <br><br>He hated the thought of kissing her, but he also couldn't resist the temptation to do so. Angrily, Jorlan seized her roughly by her white hair, pulling her head back a bit as he forced his lips to hers, attacking her with his combative passion. Through a heavy exhale, Jorlan scowled, <strong>"Fetch my cock, woman, and show me how much your freedom means to you."</strong> He released her hair, and grasped her breasts instead, roughly kneading her flesh as his lips ventured across her cheek and to her neck, kissing, sucking, biting hard enough that she would be marked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 05:40:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ui0kSlR.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Eidoma Carinweiss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14251911#msg14251911)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Small Dining Area<br><strong>Content</strong>: Slaveplay, noncon, starting blowjob<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM<br><hr>The cool sensation of being soaked with fresh water was not entirely displeasing. She was cold, almost shivering, both from nerves, and from the sweeping breeze coming through the caverns. Refreshed, though, getting some water had shifted her mood. It felt like her eyes were opening more widely. The task at hand had lost its simplicity. Ido tried to relax her shoulders, approaching Kophyn with freshly filled carafes. He took a handful of her breast, and ordered his cup to be filled a few times before pulling her into his lap. <br><br>Eidoma put her hands behind her to protect the fall, placing them on the arms of the chair, setting her plump little bottom onto Kophyn’s much larger, and much stiffer lap. He had asked her a very leading question, it was hard to tell if he really wanted her to answer. Biting her lip, she hummed softly in response, unsure herself if it was a yes or a no. Looking away, Eidoma chose not to elaborate any further. Her sensitive nipples were sharp as his strong hands toured her chest. Eidoma closed her eyes and let her head fall backwards. It was pain that she was feeling, but the attention from Kophyn was stirring her insides. She didn’t even notice that the other two assailants were rising from their chair.<br><br>She could hear the whisper of steel on leather, a unsheathed blade. Her eyes opened to see the dagger, and for a split moment, she thought that they were going to kill her. She inhaled instinctively, and gasped. When the blade only sliced away at her gown, revealing her pink bust, blushing from the heat in her blood, tender, light nipples tightly defied gravity. <br><br>Still following their undercommon, Ido looked down when Izzatar claimed that she had fat breasts. They were large for her size, no doubt in it. Hadros looked down on his companions and saw himself out of the hall. Eidoma took the moment to breath. He said it better than she had imagined it. All three of these men were going to use her, and they didn’t see any worth in her. She knew one thing for certain, this was going to hurt.<br><br>Being wrenched away from one place, and contorted intoanother, Eidoma did her best to stay on her feet. The burning of the roots in her hair made her whimper as she was tugged by the natural leash. They wer laughing as they moved, Ido was expecting this, but tears were an open opponent to fight against too.<br><br>She wasn’t even in the same room anymore. She hoped that they would be done with her soon, and bring her back. She imagined that she would get the beating if there were hungry drow left alone in the hall with no slave to serve them, even if it was due to three lowly rapers that were withholding her from duty. She found all of them to monstrous and ugly. Drow were not universally hideous. But she could make no claim otherwise for Kophyn, and Izzatar. Chasmyr was the best looking among them, even though he had the smallest resemblance to any human among them. He was the largest, and the most Drowish of the three.<br><br>Nude, and on display, she wondered just how the three of them were able to drag her safely into such a private space. It occurred to her for the first time that maybe these halls and corridors weren’t guarded all that well.<br><br>She’d hardly had the ability to remember Chazmyr’s commands for the sleeping drow, or that, for a moment, there was a fourth man in the room. She believed for a moment that Kophyn had dragged her here for this 4th man specifically. But, he was gone in a moment. Landing on a cot, Ido was just happy that her breasts weren’t being shredded by the fabric of her gown anymore. Sure, she was about to experience treatment that would make everything soar for days, that small pleasure made her relax slightly, leaning away from the three of them, crawling up the cot and toward the wall, her knees sliding against each other, slick from the shower they had given her.<br><br>The three of them created three more walls, and she found herself with nowhere to go. ‘Worship?’ Kophyn was touching himself, and in a moment, Eidoma understood what was being requested of her. <strong>“Yes, master.”</strong> Reversing her direction, she decided to get on her hands and knees and move forward, away from the hed of the cot. Ido didn’t even begin to struggle with these three. She was a slave, this was not fun time with friends and lovers. If she didn’t do what they were asking, their racism was like to get the better of them. <br><br>Crawling over to Kophyn first, she helped him remove the clothing protecting his cock, and sat at the foot of the bed, her legs open to either side of him, feet dangling over the floor. Hoisting his trousers down, she was greeted with a large purple phallus waving in front of her eyes. Focusing on the heavy glans, and the winking eye at the tip, she took his member with both hands and stroked him, watching his fleshy monster throb. It was not fully hard yet, but he had said earlier that he wanted this.<br><br>Eidoma figured that she’d give it her all. Lips parting instantly, she kissed at the tip of him, moving the foreskin with her hands, sliding his wet tip over her tongue and toward the back of her throat. Meeting a the narrow wall there, Ido closed her lips tightly and created some suction. Not aiming to show him all of her skills so far, she waved up and down with her whole body, covering half of his cock with every pass. Ido carefully moved her hair out of the way in order to look up at&nbsp; Kophyn. She hoped that Drow liked this as much as humans did, and that he wouldn’t be offended.<br><br>Otherwise, her hands were devoted to him, helping her mouth as she brought him in a fraction of an inch deeper everytime she bobbed forward. His tip in the tightness of her throat, Eidoma wiggled her head to try and push him deeper, familiarizing herself with his size. <br><br>As she sucked on his thick cock, feeling it stiffen between her lips, she wondered if Izzatar and Chazmyr were endowed with larger members than his. <em>‘God…’</em> She hoped not.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 18:43:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; &nbsp;Jorlan's Quarters<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Rough sexiness<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; GM<br><hr><br>Brihe was not broken, a fact that Jorlan knew and was coming to understand as a fact that he could do little to change.&nbsp; Imprisonment hadn't effected her resolve.&nbsp; Nearly being killed hadn't effected her resolve.&nbsp; No beating on this world could effect this resolve and any intentions he had of keeping her as a pet were dangerous as she would seize on the first chance she had to escape, even if it meant risking her life to do so.&nbsp; Brihe had been raised on a simple concept.&nbsp; It is better to die free than live on one's knees.&nbsp; Her tribe had taught her this before allowing her to go out into the world as she chose despite their desire for her to remain.&nbsp; It had been them honoring their own code and one Brihe had lived with her entire life.&nbsp; So if she thought she had a chance to either regain her freedom, then she would take it and risk death in her attempt.&nbsp; That being said, if opportunity was presented to escape that didn't involve her dying, then she would take it.&nbsp; It was why she was willing to hear Jorlan out, even if meant accepting his advances first.<br><br>As he approached and grabbed the front of her shirt, she knew what was coming and didn't even flinch as his dagger tore into her shirt and cut it open to expose her breasts.&nbsp; She just stared up at him, her breathing not even changing even as the point would brush along her skin, leaving a small red mark but not breaking the skin.&nbsp; And when his hands ripped the rest of the shirt, she allowed the remains to fall away so he could see her naked upper body.&nbsp; She prided herself on being a beautiful woman, her breast full and perky, though not overly large they fit her frame perfectly.&nbsp; Her abdomen and arms showed hints of firm muscle, evidence of a hard life and the great strength that had served her well in her battle against the quaggoth.&nbsp; But she was undeniably feminine despite her strength and she could see the lust in Jorlan's eyes despite the hints of disgust he also felt at his own desires.<br><br>When he grabbed her hair and pulled her into a violent kiss, she had no problem returning it and even bit his lips slightly when he would eventually pull back enough to make demands of her.&nbsp; And deep in her gut, she felt a flare of defiance that made her want to pull away, not because she didn't want to do this, but because she wanted to do it like she did everything else.&nbsp; On her terms.&nbsp; But she knew that she didn't have that option.&nbsp; So even as the bastard started to grope and squeeze her breasts roughly, her hands moved to unbuckle his belt, fingers straying dangerously close to the same dagger that had ripped her top off.&nbsp; For a brief moment, she almost grabbed it, knowing that at this close, he couldn't stop her from killing him.&nbsp; But that moment passed as the hand moved and her hand reached into his pants and pulled his cock out.&nbsp; Without looking, she could tell it was fairly large and already was growing hard in her grip.<br><br>A grip that he would find was just a little bit tighter than he would like.&nbsp; It was a subtle reminder that while she might have been doing what it was he wanted her to do, it only happened because she allowed it to.&nbsp; Even in this moment, she would not allow him to forget that she was not a weak, subservient creature that he could dominate and control at his whims.&nbsp; A sharp hiss escaped her as she felt him bite her neck with enough force that she knew she would bare the mark for several days afterward.&nbsp; But it was a price she would gladly pay as she started to stroke his cock in her hand, her grip still firm but not enough to cause pain to him.&nbsp; As for her, she couldn't help but allow slight gasps to escape her whenever he bit extra hard or squeezed her breasts violently.&nbsp; But she didn't whine, she didn't complain, she just took it and waited for him to make his next move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of the Abyss (IC) (D&amp;D 5e group)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>28-08-2018, 02:49:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zVY4oSQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diero Nailo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14256531#msg14256531)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The 'fields'<br><strong>Content</strong>: Slavery. Trying to plan an escape. Trying to Seduce the high priestess.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM<br><hr><br><br>Field work was among the better jobs one could have here in the underdark. Of course that was like saying cyanide poisoning was the best way to day; it might be true but that didn’t mean it was somehow enjoyable. It was still working out in the field for no pay and longer hours than any rational being could be expected to function all with the threat of death or beatings if he didn’t live up to the expectations of those watching. But, since it was such a boring task, the people watching were usually the lower ranking drow or even their semi-intelligent pets.&nbsp; A Quaggoth wasn’t likely to beat him just for its own enjoyment. <br><br>Of course that wasn’t always the case. Just five days in Diero had noticed patterns but also had observed time and again how often those patterns could break. It was more like suggestions of what might happen next rather than an unbroken pattern. Case in point, the appearance of the High Priestess. He’d only heard rumors of her and now she was standing directly in front of him. Looking at her, Diero was reminded of something an old crew-member had told him; the most dangerous creatures were usually striking in appearances, almost hypnotizing the prey. The old man likely meant how poisonous things were often brightly colored, but Diero couldn’t shake the ideas as he gazed at her. Gorgeous and likely able to kill him with a stray thought if he annoyed her. Not many women alive he knew of that would treat spiders like beloved puppies and fewer still that had what seemed to be live snakes on the end of a staff. He wondered which end was more dangerous, the purple crystal that seemed to be pulsing with magical energy or the biting serpents that were barely contained. <br><br>Still, the weapon rarely mattered so much as the person wielding it. Ilvara had commanded that he kneel. He couldn’t quite figure out why she was there, but that seemed less important than doing what he could to stay alive awhile longer. The thought of kneeling and thanking Lolth turned his stomach but Diero had no intentionof spending the rest of his days in the Underdark. To ensure that didn’t happeb, he’d have to play the game just enough. <br><br><strong>“Of course High Priestess”</strong> There was no sarcasm or threat in his voice, the half-elf falling to one knee as though giving fealty to a lord. There was a thought that crossed him as he looked up at her. <strong>“Perhaps I should thank her for gracing me with the sight of your beauty as well” </strong>It was a line dripping with honey and overly sweet, but it was only partially a ploy to try and get on the priestess’ good side. She was truly a gem and Diero couldn’t deny the urge he felt to show her what a ‘surface dweller’ could do.
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