/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

You try to sidestep the orc, so you can stab it. Unfortuntely, as the orc swings its fruit at your head, you move in the wrong direction, and walk directly into the haphazard attack of the orc. As it collides with you, the long fruit explodes into a pinkish mist. Dazed from the powerful blow to your head, you're unable to concentrate fast enough, and heave in a sizable amount of air. In mere seconds, you feel your brain slowing down. You think back to the warnings given to you when you first arrived, about the orcs having an explosive berry to make people more complacent. This must be what was done to you! You raise your sword to attack the orc, hoping to be able to kill it quickly before the invasive plant takes over your mind fully.

You weakly swing at the orc, and actually almost touch it with your sword. With a laugh, though, it swats the blade away, and you let your arm hang limply at your side at a dim smile spreads across your face.

The orc, seeing that the plant if taking its hold on you, grunts a smile, and stomps forward, shaking its head, still recovering from being stunned. This doesn't stop it fromusing you, though. It pulls your iron helmet off of your head, and you slightly register the bulge in its pants growing ever larger as it looks down your mindblowingly feminine face, and chest that is only covered by your tube top.

It spins you around, and presses ita body up against your behind. You happily lean into it, glad to have something to hold you up, as it moves a hand up your front, and pulls down your shirt, exposing your breasts. The other hand begins stroking the skintight layer of armor over your pussy. This doesn't do much, as it's armor, but the orc isn't so stupid as to not realize this forever, and will likely find out soon. The first hand immediately goes to work on oinching and stroking your nipples, which begin to grow hard as you press your body up against the orc's.

I need a 30+ Focus roll! If passed, I'll offer choices

Health: 9/9

Level 2

EXP: 6/15

Arousal: 8%

Status:

Drugged and Complacent

Sensitivity+

Pheromones

Agility+

Strength+

Orc: 2/7 HP

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>20454

Focus

>>20455

Now you're talkin

>>20455

Okay, your options are:

A) Stab the orc

B) Go along with it

C) Try to take control

D) Suggestions

>>20473

A

>>20473

>B) Go along with it

>>20473

A

>>20473

How easily would we be able to kick it in its dick?

(I realize it would be with our heel due to the positioning)

>>20473

A

>>20477

Due to the epic win focus roll, any combat choices will be easier. I'd probably say that would be a 40+ Dexterity roll

>>20473

A

>>20473

A

>>20474

>>20476

>>20482

>>20483

Give me a 25+ combat roll

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>20484

combat roll

>>20485

With rolls this sweet, we may never have sex again.

>>20524

But then that might risk some Anons to fudge our votes to ensure we get raped.

>>20525

you mean the usual right?

>>20454

can we get a status about equipment/inventory

>>20524

its not like we fight the same enemy difficulties forever.

I forget, has the main character had vaginal sex yet? Can she still claim virginity, and if not, when did she lose it?

>>20685

I think she didn't have vaginal sex yet, but I might be wrong.

>>20686

she had some lesbian stuff going on but nothing else

OP here, posting from phone. Sorry for such a delay in the story guys, but a cord for my computer broke, and I can't use it. A replacement should arrive either Monday or Tuesday, and then I'll continue writing.

>>21014

>not wanting to become all powerful warrior that Chooses when and how the sex happens

The cord is in, so we're back in business!

With a week to think, I've decided to change a few things. First, considering that in four threads you're still a virgin, and also haven't had many encounters, I'll be adding more sex. Encounters will be more common, have more variation, etc. Additionally, they'll be a bit more difficult at times, as I've been being conservative since my mess up with the wizard horde. Now, though, I think it's time to make this game a bit more fun.

Additionally, since a few people have asked, I made a google doc with a status sheet. I wasn't entirely sure what to put, so I just put in stats, inventory, and status for the team members. If you'd like me to add anything, feel free to ask, I want to make it as useful as possible.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1d3nMAmG6-exsTvKhdeKTM5FkKkrdFDM5UyiOe5pRwZQ/edit?usp=sharing

>>21229

glad to see you back <3 :)

You begin to moan slightly as you grind your ass into the orc's rapidly growing bulge. Incapable of thinking beyond recognizing the pleasure the orc is bringing you, you know you mustget more of it in any way you can. The orc redoubles its attacks on your breast, grunting as it smiles and your juicy ass presses into it. It bangs with its fingertips ever more insistently on the thin but strong armor covering your virgin snatch.

A small piece of your mind registers it as the orc reaches down from your breast, and tosses its loincloth aside. You are quickly distracted by the heavy scent of sex that hangs in the air, though. The orc's musk no longer seems unpleasant to you. In fact, you almost want to taste it. You feel the orc's giant dong pressing up against you, and it's two testicles, each larger than your fist, banging against your upper things as you moan ever more and continue to press into him. You gyrate your hips harder and harder the rod that feels as stiff as steel against you. You can't wait to be impaled on it, to be bent over like a whore as the orc burrows his cock into your eager fuck hole. Moving your hands to your waist to unclasp your armor, you hear yourself whisper, "Please… Please, fuck my brains out… Fuck me until I'm nothing but your useless whore…"

What the fuck? You would never talk like that. You sound like a fucking slut, not a virgin warrior, powerful enough to kill a marauding slime, more famed than the alchemist Elise, hot enough to seduce even the most pious priest if her were corrupted. You aren't some orc's bitch. As an action of simple reflex, you push yourself away from the beast, as it lets outn a grunt of surprise, landing on its rear as you roll away and pick up your sword. It obviously hadn't expected you to have such a strong will! You walk over, and press your sword to the orcs throat. You try for a moment to think of a victory speech, but can't come up with anything. Maybe there's somewhere that has a class on "After something almost raped you but you're about to shank that scumbag and you want to show it how impressive you are." You slit the orc's throat, and let it fall back as blood begins pooling around it. Hey, at least now you won't have to hide the body, it's already in a tent. Pulling up your top, you notice a few berries the same color as the fruit the orc had hit you with. It might be a stretch, but if you could grow more of the plant, Elise would probably use them in some interesting potions. you pocket some seeds, and step back out the tent.

You continue to move onwards to the center of the orc camp, and as you draw closer, the tents stop being regular sleeping tents. They begin to become more stable, and specialized. You pass by a "Armer + Wepuns" one, and a "Fiting praktis" which had sounds of clashing metal coming from inside, and even something called "Ragdulth's Highly Specialized Education Facility", which had a sign proclaiming its specialties in reading, writing, ravaging villages, mathematics from addition through pre calculus, how to cause maximum pleasure in females, lessons in the study of famous poets, and even how to most effectively make humans addicted to serving you! As you pass by, you make a mental note to yourself that perhaps not all orcs are stupid, relatively unskilled grunts. Hell, you might even walk in, take a look around, maybe volunteer for some demonstrations…

You shake your head. Obviously the fruit gas is still affecting you a bit, if not as strongly as before. You need to focus more. You close your eyes for a brief moment to try to gather your thoughts, but fail to concentrate. Something is stopping you. You try to figure out what, when it suddely hits you. There's moaning nearby! You spin, and see behing you a tent with a sign proclaiming it the "Slave baraks". It must be where the humans from the village are kept! You could set them free! If you did, the orcs might realize that you're there, though…

a) Go into the Armor and Weapons shed

b) Go into the Fighting Practice Tent

c) Enter the Ragdulth's Highly Specialized Education Facility

d) Enter the Slave Barracks

e) Continue to the center

>>21234

>c) Enter the Ragdulth's Highly Specialized Education Facility

>>21229

Welcome back!

>>21234

A

>>21232

>>21236

Thank you both, I'm glad to be writing again.

>>21234

B sounds like gang rape, which is good, but now isn't the time to be getting drilled; we have a siege to end.

>E

>>21234

Wow, just as im at the end of catching up on the past month of your writing you come back, that timing. Looking forward to finaly getting ravaged by big stupid sexy orcs.

E although you made C very tempting.

>>21234

E

>>21234

C

just cuz

Covermoss Gallery

… The moss immediately forms a clenching grip around the tip of the stick. You have no doubt that you could pull it free, moss isn't very strong, but you let go of your end of the stick for science. You watch as your end drops into the water, but the end on the moss sticks in place. Meanwhile, the moss has begun spreading up the length of the stick, covering it at about two inches every second. After a brief thirty seconds, your stick is totally covered in the green moss, and you realize that this life form is much more dangerous than the stretchshrooms. You still aren't sure what it does to organic matter though.

"See. I told ya." Ibgab berates you. "Dangerous."

You consider what you've just seen. and think over possible courses of action. You could, of course, do the brave, warrior thing, and fight the moss into submission, but it would be a dangerous waste of energy. Besides, who says warriors aren't allowed to use logic, or be intelligent.

You prod around in the sludge for another stick, and when you finally fine a suitable one. you hand Ibgab your bag. "Hold this open," you order, and he fearfully does so.

You approach the moss, and carefully extend the stick across the murky water between you. The second you make contact, you see moss growing around the edge of the stick, and whip around. Ibgab screams as you swing the stick at him, and before you can drop the stick into the bag, the gnome jumps away from the stick that is quickly being covered by the covermoss. You begin chasing the gnome through the water, but he is much more nimble and manueverable in the thick mudd water of the swamp.

"Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!" He's screaming as he darts around you. "Don't you come near me with that dangerous shit! I won't touch it! You can't make me!"

"I'm not trying to, Ibgab!" You scream. "Just let me put it in the bag!"

"Nope! Nope! Nope!" He yells. "You're on your own!" At this, he drops your bag, and dives into the mud, burrowing deep into the earth in a matter of seconds. You doubt you'll see him again, you think, as you move over to your bag.

You move to put the stick in the bag, when you notice something. Barely half a second before you let the stick go, it makes contact with your fingertips and begins to spread around your gloved hand. You shriek in terror, and let go of both the stick and your bag, and move your left hand over to your right, to try to remove the glove. Unfortunately, though, your shaking fingers bang against the moss, and it spreads to your left hand too. All logical thought leaves you, and you you scream continuously as you try to wipe off the moss on your breastplate. This, for obvious reasons, was an awful idea, as the moss quickly is spread by your hands across your chest and belly. Luckily, you don't feel it yet, thanks to your armor, but you will very shortly. You have no doubt of that.

You have one final idea. What they always taught you to get rid of fire. Stop, drop, and roll. Obviously doing that in the water won't work, you'll drown, but moss isn't very stable stuff, is it? It should get knocked off easily. You look around, and the first land you see is a patch of dirt that's perhaps twenty feet across. You wade to it, as the moss covers all of your lower arms and hands, and begins to creep up onto your bare upper arms. You torso isn't doing well either, your entire chest is covered in green fuzz, it's reaching around the sides, moving down your legs. It'll hit your uncovered neck in a minute.

As soon as you hit the land, you run the the middle, lie down, and roll around as much as possible. This proves that for a hero to be successful, they must not be clinically retarded. The moss covers the ground, and you roll around on it, quickly coating your entire body.

>>21250

In the first few seconds, nothing happens. You think maybe the dangers of this moss were a myth. Then, all at once, the uncovered areas of your body erupt in an electric surge of sensation, making your neck, lower face, and upper arms feel nothing but erotic joy, warmth, and the sensation of the moss's undersides writhing against your skin. Then, the moss covers your entire helmet, and you lose all your senses, other than touch.

You would moan, if you could speak. The moss's treatment has you shaking a bit just from touching your neck and arms. You can't imagine what would happen if you weren't wearing armor. Then, you feel a sudden looseness, as the clasps all around your body fly open, and your armor and helmet is expelled from the moss. Obviously you won't need to imagine it's effects. You feel your mind fill with terror for a brief moment, until the moss takes hold on much more of your skin. Your upper chest, your belly, your arms… Obviously a tube top might not have been the best choice, but it doesn't matter anyways. As the moss take shold, you lose all will to resist. You feel the green fuzz moving against you, pleasuring you, and you feel ready to scream already. You can't even imagine anything feeling this good. It's like if your sensitivity were tripled, and then you were licked by ten thousand tounges at once. Your pussy is dripping, begging to cum, you feel like you could cum just from this, but the moss doesn't let tht happen.

In another brief expulsion, your tube top, tights, and panties are all ripped from your body, and flung into the world. The excitement that hits you in unparalleled; you want this plant to control you. It clamps down on your breasts and pussy, and immediately begins its work. In mere seconds, it's masterful motions have your hips bucking as juices flow out of your pussy, absorbed by the plant. At this point, you're too far gone to even care, or realize. You cum again before you even finish the first orgasm, and if you could move at all, you'd be ramming your fingers into yourself at this moment. This onset of pleasure was too fast, too powerful. You never stood a chance.

You barely even realize as a slight burning sensation begins on your breasts and groin, and they begin to swell. You rapidly become more sensitive, and you begin to feel milk dripping from your tits. It too is absorbed by the plant, and it becomes clear that you're feeding it. You don't realize this of course, you're too busy cumming your brains out, but a scientist would probably understand this.

Your body betrays you to the plant, as you become too drunk on leasure to do anything more than buck your hips in tandem with the covermoss. The fucking is too good for you to think, as the plant overwhelms you with chemicals intended to make you into the cumming wreck you're rapidly moving closer to. You want more, NEED more, mote fucking, more cumming. As your mind finally breaks, you cum one final time before the plant expels you too, dropping you directly into a hole that leads you to an underground village. Gnomes begin to pop their heads out at you, and in mere moments, the men are surrounding you, pulling out their cocks.You dive at them, and do the only thing you know how to do anymore. You fuck them until they can't cum anymore.

>>21238

>>21239

>>21240

Shrugging, you decide to head back on your path the the orcs' food supply. If you don't get caught there, you could always come back here on your way back anyway, if you wanted to. Besides, the mission always comes first. It's a tough choice, but you have to make it for the good of the people of Pleton.

As you go deeper into the camps, it begins to strike you how bare it is. Maybe it's lucky you are entering from the back, since all the orcs are likely closer to the wall. Perhaps it would be more like a warrior to fight your way through, but you're not one to turn down a good situation. Pressing on, you find yourself suddenly very close to the core of the camp.

You mistakenly walk out into the field around the banquet table at first, before darting back into the tent, and peering out. The table is about two hundred feet away, and you can see three orcs sitting at it. They're all facing away from you, eating, and their weapons are at their sides, but if you can sneak up on them, they'll be easy targets.

The issue will be any plants. You see two trees near the table too, that you can't be sure if they're dangerous. There could be any number of other things, hiding in plain sight. The only obvious threat you notice is a vine monster, that is ten feet tall and composed of a dozen vines shoothing out of the ground. It isn't a true monster; it doesn't have a mind, more of a hive mind, and it doesn't have a body, just a bunch of vines working together. It can be very dangerous though, and this breed looks like it can move. The base of the beast is burrowing through the earth as it moves around the edge of the grassy pavilion, likely working as a sentry.

You need how to decide to get to the table. Do you fight? Sneak up? Maybe just walk up? They have slave whores, they must need to eat, ribght? Maybe if you just walked up pretending to be one of their sluts?

a) Wait for the vines to get close, cut their base first

b) Wait for the vines to be far away, go after the orcs

c) Try to stealth your way over to the table, be in and out without being noticed

d) Pretend to be a slave

e) Suggestions

>>21256

C

>>21256

C

>>21256

C

>>21256

C

>>21256

C

C wins unanimously!

I need a 60+ Stealth Roll

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>21273

They see me rollin' for stealth

>>21274

It seems the curse of the writer ceased to work. :)

>>21229

>no sex before marriage!

I don't mind that our main character is still a virgin, its not like we didn't had any erotic scenes yet or that we cheated (we didn't right?)

>>21365

Not at all. You guys have just been remarkably lucky with rolls, among other things.

30+ Luck roll please!

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>21376

Lucky!

>>21378

Since it's a fail, but a close fail, I'll also need a 35+ Speed test

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>21380

Speed

It really is lucky that orcs are dumb, and vines don't have eyes, you reason. You could easily sneak on up to that table, plant some poison, and be out in a minute. This mission wasn't so difficult after all.

You do just this. Crouching low, you take long, quick strides across the field, being as quiet as you know how to be. In a very short time, you've come up close to the table, and begin working your way down it, sprinkling small amounts of poison all across the food. This will end the raid for sure, once you can safely get back to the village.

Somehow, you manage to quite literally sneak right behind the orcs, but you aren't willing to risk poisoning the food in front of them, they're not stupid enough not to notice that. All the other food on the table though? Deadly. Those brutes won't stand a chance.

You begin to sneak away, moving back to where you came from. The vines are far away, and the orcs haven't noticed a thing. Then, as you reach the tents, you hear a bellow, and spin around. The orcs must have just finished eating, and as they stood up, one saw you! They begin sprinting across the field at you, and you take off into the tents.

As the orcs chase, you dart back and forth between the rows of tents. They never even get close to you. One of them even falls down, throwing up from running so hard, looking ready to pass out from trying to keep up with you. He'll definitely be out of the action for a while. Eventually, the other orc gives up chasing you too, but he runs off in a different direction, likely to sound some sort of alarm. You won't have much time to get out, but you might be able to visit one or two of the tents from before, depending on how long you take.

a) Go into the Armor and Weapons Tent

b) Go into the Fighting Practice Tent

c) Enter the Ragdulth's Highly Specialized Education Facility

d) Enter the Slave Barracks

e) Just get out of the camp

>>21394

A

>>21394

C

>>21394

C

>>21394

C

>>21394

>c) Enter the Ragdulth's Highly Specialized Education Facility

>>21394

A

Let's see if we can find something nice.

>>21394

D, they could end up eating the food two if we don't get them out

>>21403

*too, and if we do this one though we will most definitely get in a big fight, my opinion is still unchanged though

>>21394

C

>>21397

>>21398

>>21399

>>21401

>>21405

Deciding to head to the Education Facility, you jog in that direction. You get there fairly quickly, and when you arrive, slowly open the tent flap. This tent is fairly large, compared to the others, and you're surprised by how well lit the insides are. Glowing balls of magical energy hang in the air, that commonly are only had by powerful sorcerers or the rich as lighting sources; regular people have to use torches.

Near the back of the ten, where you stand, there are about twenty empty tables with chairs. They appear to be orc sized desks, and each has a quill and a pot of ink in it. Around the edges of the room are bookshelves, filled with hundreds of books. In the front of the room, you see a piece of wood that has been painted white, with charcoal markings on it. They aren't regular charcoal marks tough; you're surprised by how finely written the words and numbers are, like a scholar's handwriting. Immediately in front of the board is a wooden platform, surrounded by fences, presumably for demonstrations.

Most surprising though, is the orc in the front of the room. He is holding a cloth and wiping the charcoal off of the white board. He's very large, even for an orc, but he doesn't wear the regular loincloth most orcs do. He's wearing actual robes, with dozens of pockets. When you walk in, his head twitches.

"Sorry now! Next class doesn't start for another thirty five minutes! But if you want some private reading-" His voice cuts off as he turns to see you. The orc is wearing glasses. "Oh, you must be the one they sent over from the slave barracks for the demonstration for the next class. I'm surprised, normally they forget and I have to come over and fetch you myself, since obviously you're too broken to find your way here on your own. Either way, I'm surprised you're so early." He pauses. "Oh, I forgot, I need to speak slowly to you people. IT's unfortunate, but I guess it's worth the payoff of endless test subjects for me, and-" He sniffs haughtily, "Toys for the others." He clears his throat. "Good… girl…" He says in a surprisingly soothing voice. "Come."

a) Pretend to be a slave

b) Reveal you aren't a slave; talk with him

c) Reveal you aren't a slave; Kill him

d) Suggestions

>>21410

C No playing around. end it quick, get magical loot, get out

>>21410

A

>>21410

B, he seems logical and reasonable

>>21410

B

>>21410

>a) Pretend to be a slave

>>21410

B

>>21410

B.

Ask what the demonstration is

>>21410

A, I'm curious what the demonstration is about. If B wins I hope we get a chance to make a deal with him and still participate.

>>21410

A

>>21413

I'll change my vote to A

>>21423

this

>>21410

B

We don't have to pretend if another orc is already going for an alarm.

>>21412

>>21417

>>21426

>>21440

>>21448

>>21455

A Wins! Can I have a 55+ Acting test?

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>21496

rollan

>>21488

>>21496

>>21497

WELP

>>21497

In that case, I need a 50+ spaghetti test

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>21499

Spaghetti-Os

>>21500

"Yes! That's right! I am a slave!" you exclaim, hoping to fool the orc as you walk over. He raises an eyebrow as you approach the platform, smiling.

"Hmm. You must be new," he mutters. "Normally slaves don't speak that well, or walk that fast. Well, perhaps this will help break you in."

You curse yourself in your head. Of course a sex slave wouldn't be fully functioning. With this in mind, you change up your act.

"Mmm please fuck me senseless," you try to moan, to sound sexy, but it just ends up sounding like the least monotone, least aroused person possible. The orc looks surprised.

"Hold up. You're acting weird. You aren't a slave at all, are you?" He begins to march forward slowly, aprroaching you.

You gasp, surprised that he saw through your brilliant acting. "What- Wha- No! I mean- I just wanted-"

He shakes his head like one would shake their head at a puppy who ran into a pane of glass. "Really? You tried to pretend you were a slave? Where did you think that would go? Like, what would you gain from that, unless you actually wanted to be a slave?" His eyes suddenly widen. "Wait…"

You realize what he must be thinkibng. "No! No! I was just pretending to be a slave, because I don't want to get caught!"

He gapes. "That is quite literally one of the worst rationalizations I've ever heard."

You feel stressed because he doesn't understand why you were there. "No! I was just trying to- trying to-" you feel yourself start to cry under the pressure. You scrunch your eyes up, and try to stop the tears from beginning to flow. You hit yourself in the head to try to concentrate. "No. No. I'm so fucking stupid. Stupid stupid stupid!" You keep slapping yourself.

The orc comes up, and puts a hand on your shoulder, and lifts your chin to look at him. "You are the worst excuse for a hero I have ever met in my life. Normally I'm actually willing to offer lessons to any heroes willing to pay, but you'd just be a waste of time."

Rubbing your eyes, you try to stand, but the orc holds you down. "Nope. I'm sorry, but you're an embarassment. You'd honestly be much better suited to being a test subject for me, since you're likely useless as a hero. Besides, considering that you have a desireable body, I could probably make a lot of money off you too, once I've finished experimenting on you and breaking your mind. Come on, now, let's get started with your training." He gently starts pulling you to the front of the room, with a hand that feels surprisingly kind. He also doesn't smell bad; this orc must wash himself, or use some sort of odor blocking potion.

a) Resist; Fight him

b) Offer to prove you're a good fighter, so he can teach you

c) Offer to pleasure him in return for training

d) Offer to let him do an experiment on you in return for training

e) Other

>>21502

D, though the choice is hard.

>>21502

C

>>21502

B

>>21502

D

>>21502

D

>>21502

B

>>21502

B

>>21502

If we attempt and fail B, can we still try D, or vice versa? If so, B. If not, D.

>>21502

>>21504

Changing to D

>>21502

D

>>21515

You can try. It might work, or it might not. I'd probably have you roll a difficult charisma if you failed B and wanted to try something else.

>>21523

In that case I'll vote D

>>21502

D

>>21502

>c) Offer to pleasure him in return for training

>>21502

D

our virgin is showing

>>21502

D

>>21503

>>21506

>>21507

>>21521

>>21522

>>21528

>>21532

>>21537

>>21541

D wins overwhelmingly.

I need a 25+ Charisma test

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>21550

Charisma

>>21552

"Wait! I have a better idea!" You exclaim. The orc pauses for a moment.

"And what is that?" He asks, seeming interested.

"We make a deal. Something that benefits both of us."

The orc looks surprised. "You being my slave does benefit both of us. I get a slave, you get unending pleasure. What's not to like?"

You shake your head. "I'd honestly prefer freedom, thanks. But I do have something I think you'll like."

The orc nods. "Well, I guess I won't lose anything by listening." He lets go of you, and steps back.

You take a deep breath. "You get to perform an experiement on me. One experiment, and then you train me. After that, we go our separate ways peacefully."

The orc considers. "Intriguing. And while I do think you'd make a good slave, if you want to go out and be fucked against your will, instead of agreeing to it, I suppose that this really is the best thing we can agree on. But I get to perform my experiment first."

You consider his terms. "Deal. Let's get started."

The orc claps his hands. "Good! Now, let me introduce myself. I am Ragdulth, the smartest orc in the land. I offer training to any weak witted monster or adventurer willing to pay. Oh, and I don't really belong to the seige; I just set up here because there are a lot of customers."

You shake the orc's hand. "I'm Sophia. I'm a budding adventurer from near Blodon. Not much else to say, really, as I don't really plan on telling you about my past."

Ragdulth nods. "Of course. Now, please, come to the front, I have three different experiments I've wanted to try; I want you to choose which to be a subject for."

You nod, and follow him, where he gives you three slips of parchment.

a) The developing of masochism

b) Non sexually transmitted Corruption virus

c) The crossbreeding of species

>>21554

B

>>21554

B

>>21554

B

>>21554

B

>>21554

>c) The crossbreeding of species

>>21555

>>21556

>>21557

>>21559

"I want to do the Corruption one." You say. The orc nods.

"I should warn you, Corruption, while not really dangerous, can have negative effects. You'll be getting a pretty minor dose, but humans who get serious infections tend to have symptoms like increased libido, they're more sadistic, and so on. Also, some organizations are very anti corruption, and won't let you join unless you're pure, or very close to pure. If you get too corrupted, you might even start getting attacked. And while Corruption can be gitten rid of, it's tough. And if you have sex with people, you'll corupt them too. So, are you sure this is the one you want? I can describe others before you choose if you want me to."

a) Do this

b) Describe the others

>>21561

wait it said non sexually transmitted diseases,

A

>>21561

A

>>21561

>b) Describe the others

>>21561

b

B

>>21565

>>21566

>>21570

"Can you tell me about the other experiments?" You ask, not wanting to get into something dangerous.

"Certainly," Ragdulth responds. "The masochism one is very simple; I'll pleasure you and hurt you at the same time, to try to get your mind to associate pain with pleasure. In theory, this will make it so that you'll be able to resist pain more, but being hurt will arouse you. Quite simple, really."

"The crossbreeding one, surprisingly, isn't about pregnancy. Everyone knows that if an orc, or a minotaur, or a demon fucks a human girl, the girl's child will be that species. What I want to do is try to insert some monster blood into you, to see its effects. You might change, you might not. It could have benefits, or downsides. It's probably the biggest chance of the three tests."

"So, you see, each has upsides and downsides for you. Corruption will make you an outcast, but you'll be much more sexual, and possibly later on even develop some demonlike powers. Some people do do that. Masochism will mostly make you harder to hurt, but easier to arouse. Crossbreeding, I have no idea what'll happen. So, what do you think?

a) Masochism Experiment

b) Corruption Experiment

c) Crossbreeding Experiment.

>>21571

C

>>21571

>c) Crossbreeding Experiment.

C

>>21571

A

>>21571

A

>>21571

C!!

>>21571

A

>>21571

A

>>21571

A

>>21571

A

what happened here? The orc didn't win a thing by agreeing to our deal.

It was…

a test subject (multiple experiments) + sex slave (or selling us)

against

getting one experiment + owe to train us

?!

>>21571

C, for the love of god C.

C

>>21571

A

C

>>21571

C

>>21571

C

>>21571

A

>>21600

I would imagine that the experiment will be easier/yield better results with a willing participant. Plus, he seems like an intellectual guy, so he's probably at least considering the ethical standpoint.

>>21575

I'll change my vote to C

>>21571

A

C for the win

>>21572

>>21573

>>21574

>>21578

>>21602

>>21603

>>21605

>>21606

>>21607

>>21623

>>21662

11 C's

>>21577

>>21579

>>21580

>>21595

>>21599

>>21604

>>21611

>>21657

8 A's

C Wins! I need one general encounter roll (Decides which Monster you're crossed with), and one general luck roll (Decides how beneficial/harmful the effects are)

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>21664

general encounter roll

>>21665

That's excellent. See, higher rolls gave better creatures.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

Luck

>>21667

That's a decent luck roll. I'm legit excited right now to see what will happen :3

"Let's go with crossbreeding," you decide. "I could always be a little more wild."

Ragdulth nods. "Excellent choice." He turns to his table, and picks up a syringe filled with deep red, thick fluid. "Now, like I said, this can't be sexually transmitted; I'll be injecting this blood directly. Are you ready?"

You nod, and as he moves in, you quickly interject, "Wait! What kind of blood is that?"

Ragdulth looks surprised. "Oh, this? No clue, I just found it on some girl one of the orcs brought in. Now," he darts forward with surprising speed and slips the syringe into your shoulder. You gasp at the sudden pain of the injection, which fades quickly, but then a burning sensation starts. It spreads throughout your entire body quickly, and you convulse in pain. After the pain fades, though, in several seconds, you feel the same, though a bit cold.

"Well? How do you feel?" The orc asks warily, observing you.

"I feel fi-" your voice is cut off as a stabbing pain takes place in your mouth. You almost double over, as a massive pressure builds in your gums, but it too fades, and a drop of blood runs from your mouth.

"Ah! Very nice, so that's what that was!" Ragdulth exclaims. You look at him inquisitively, and the orc leads you to a mirror. Looking in, you see the same old you looking back, but you now have two fangs protruding from your mouth.

"Vampire blood! Rare stuff, that." Ragdulth explains. You run your tongue over the impossibly sharp teeth, and draw back at the wincing pain.

"So, how do you feel?" He asks again.

"I feel… almost, hyper. Like, I can't wait to move," you exclaim. And there's something else… You can't quite place it…

"I'm thirsty," you whisper.

Scribbling down some notes, the orc looks up. "Oh, yes, most pure vampires have to feed one every other day. You, though? Probably less. I'd guess every thre to four days, or you'll start getting weak, and eventually die. Also, you'll probably sunburn easily, I doubt it'll kill you quickly, but don't spend too much time in the open."

(Perks Gained: Vampiric Speed, +10 to speed/reaction rolls, Thirst for Blood, must feed on humans ever few days, and Nocturnal, burn easily in sun)

"What about churches?" You ask. "A lot of adventurers work for religious organizations. ARen't vampires hurt by crosses?"

The orc shakes his head. "Urban myth. I actually know a vampire who did some work as a priest a while back, but he was excommunicated for drinking the congregation. You can do whatever you want with churches."

"Now, I believe we said I'd train you?" He says. You nod, and he smiles. "Well, as you may have noticed, I mostly focus on academic things, and sexual things, and I don't think you care much about academics."

"So why should sexual stuff matter to me?" You ask.

"Well, a lot of monsters just want to breed, many aren't evil, just predators. If you can seduce them, that's another way to fight them. Make them give in themselves."

You nod. "Well, if I fight like a monster, doesn't that make me a monster? Why aren't heroes taught this commonly?"

The orc shrugs. "To preserve purity. You know, everybody loves some virgin girl, going out to risk her body and mind to protect people I guess. Heros don't want a bad image, but that doesn't mean it's not effective. Now, let me show you some tricks."

After some brief instruction in how to do this, you thank the orc, ready to leave. As you step out of the tent, you wince in the sunlight, which causes a mildly painful prickling on your skin. Then, you hear cries, and a bell ringing. the alarm has finally been raised. You may still have time to check out one more tent.

(New skill: Sexual Combat/Seduction)

a) Go into the Armor and Weapons Tent

b) Go into the Fighting Practice Tent

c) Go into the Slave Barracks

d) Get out of the camp

Due to the new bonuses/weaknesses from the vampire blood, I've added +2 DEX to your stats. Additionally, Thirst will be shown much like arousal in the status sheet, as a percentage. When it reaches 100%, you must feed, or start weakening. Along with being shown in the status sheet, I'll also update you on your thirst percentage in thread at 25%, 50%, 75%, 90%, and 100%

Finally, while the thirst/weakness in the sun might make the speed boost seem like it's not worth it, I'll promise that they won't be as noticeable as you'd expect, and will rarely come into play. It's a trade off that works very well in your favor.

>>21669

>c) Go into the Slave Barracks

>>21669

C

>>21670

How does weakening work? Like getting a certain amount detracted from rolls? Also, if we feed but are severely weakened, will we return to full strength without penalties? Does it work to feed on orcs or beasts or is it only humans?

Rolled 17 (1d100)

C

Let's get a bite to eat.

>>21674

When weakened, you'll slowly start getting more and more taken off strength, speed, combat, and focus rolls. The longer you don't feed for the weaker you'll be. Human blood is the only thing that works, so you'll either have to attack people on trails in the wilderness, or find a way to hunt people in cities without being caught.

>>21669

I'm unhappy about this new vampire "power"… but this is the way the cookie crumble I guess.

A (hope to fix our armor)

>>21676

when you mean feed you mean drink all the blood, or what

also A

C

Can we bottle and save blood for later?

could we fight off the sun effects with extra clothing/a hat?

Can we feed without hurting the person?

>>21679

That depends on how thirsty you are, once you pass 75% you'll need to drink enough to kill a person.

>>21677

I'm sorry it didn't work out the way you had hoped. If you have any suggestions for me to improve my writing/stories in the future, please let me know.

>>21681

Nothing wrong with the way you write, but I'm not a big fan of transformation/corruption. Simply, I feel we may be on the verge of falling off the hero path. Already other player are thinking of using the other slaves as source of blood (probably only a joke).

>>21680

You can, but you don't have any bottles, and one bottle wouldn't really reduce thirst very much, it would be a very temporary cure.

Yes, you could cover all your skin, but might get some funny looks for it. Also, unless you spend prolonged periods in the sun, you won't be taking any damage at all from it.

And Yes, you can feed from people without killing them. The thirstier you are, the more blood you need, so if you choose to feed frequently, on small amounts of blood, instead of infrequently on large amounts of blood, you could avoid killing people, but get more negative attention.

>>21672

>>21673

>>21675

>>21680

Deciding to check out the slave barracks, you approach the tent from which so many moans are emanating. Pushing aside the heavy flap, you walk in, and immediately are blasted with the strong scent of sex. The hot tent must be partially soundproofed, it's even louder in here, where there are dozens of women in all sorts of sexual positions. You look around, and see girls tied to beds while enchanted dildos double penetrate them. Others are left standing as their clits are relentlessly toyed with by spinning, caressing toys. Some girls are simply sitting in chairs, having chemicals pumped into them and orgasming every few seconds, just from a simple tweak of their nipples. Women are having their breasts milked, being throat fucked by magical machinery, being driven to orgasm more times than you can count. In the back, you even see some women who apparently have already been totally broken, and are simply lying down, pleasuring themselves or each other. One of these ladies sees you, and begins to crawl forwards to you, with a lusty look in her eye.

a) Try to free the women

b) Drink one's blood (Thirst currently at 15%)

c) Let the girl pleasure you

d) Suggestions

>>21686

>a) Try to free the women

>>21686

C

>>21686

A

>>21686

A

They've all probably been eating enough fruit to not really be useful as anything more than a distraction though.

>>21686

A, we are a hero after all

>>21686

C

>>21686

B

A small bite wouldn't hurt

>>21686

D:

Basically C, followed by B

>>21686

A

>>21686

a

>>21696

my thought exactly

also can we steal those enchanted dildos?^^

>>21686

C

>>21700

I totally would steal enchanted dildos.

>>21686

A

>>21686

C

>>21700

>>21701

Sure, you can steal the dildos. I won't ask for a vote on that, because that'll just take time, and you lose nothing from taking them.

A wins! I need a 65+ Focus roll

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>21719

Focus roll!

>>21720

As the girl approaches you, you bend down, and grab her cheeks, looking deep into her eyes. "I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" You say, slowly and clearly. The woman doesn't seem to understand very well, she seems confused, but you let her go and begin rushing around the room. You move quickly, as you know orcs must be rushing around the camp looking for you right now, and you can't risk getting caught. You unhook women from the things toying with them, releasing restraints, sliding dildos out of them. You put three of the enchanted dildos in your bag; You might be able to sell them in the black market, you're somewhat short on cash. Of course, you could also use them for more personal things.

As you let women go, some of the ones who had been there for less times start trying to talk. A couple moan thanks to you, but not one person would be capable of sneaking out of the camp on their own. You don't have any more time to check out other buildings, so you, trying to keep the women in line, sneak out of the tent.

Somehow, you manage to focus well enough to pay attention to keeping all the women together and moving while working on finding your way out of the camp. You move through the crowds, helping the women who start walking off in other directions or fall down fingering themselves. A couple even start moving towards orc who you're trying to sneak by, but you manage to keep them all on track.

Surprisingly, you manage to get out of the camp with no issues at all. You lead the women to the tunnel where you came from, and head back on your way to Pleton.

When you arrive, a crowd forms around you. Obviously they didn't expect you to come back, especially not with a crowd of naked women. You spend several minutes fighting off groping hands, until Sergeant Ricker and Spencer arrive, with Percival and Elise chasing behind them.

"Incredible!" Spencer exclaims. "You freed the slaves too? There's no way you're just a beginning adventurer!"

Ricker cuts him off. "I must say, I'm impressed, Sophia. Truly. I'll be putting in a good word with the garrison about this, don't be surprised if you're a bit more famous now. Of course, people in the capitol might not care yet, but the people of Pleton know what you've done for them, and so does the Garrison. You have my thanks."

"So, can we take down the wall now?" Elise asks. Ricker laughs at this.

"Don't be ridiculous. We poisined their food, we'll need to wait for them to eat before it'll be safe. The wall stays for now, though your assistance is no longer needed. Sophia, you and your companions are welcome to stay here and assist us until the siege has completely ended, or I can have Hearst lead you back to the plains, to a safe place where you'll be able to return to Blodon. Your assistance will be appreciated, but we won't be able to offer much in return. So, what shall you do?"

a) Return to Blodon

b) Stay in Pleton

>>21721

A

A

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>21721

>b) Stay in Pleton

>>21721

A

>>21721

B

>>21721

B

>>21721

A

>>21721

B

A

>>21721

B

>>21721

B

A

>>21721

A

>>21721

A

>>21721

B

>>21721

b

>>21721

B, gotta stay on the job until it's done

>>21760

>>21733

Really? Vote once.

We're currently at 8 and 8 by the way, everyone

>>21721

A

>>21790

B

B

>>21790

A

A

A

>>21721

Is it still morning? It might be dangerous to head back to Bloden if the sun is still up.

>>21721

A

>>21824

You aren't as sensitive to sun as a full vampire; you'll be able to get back to Blodon, you'll just have to go inside somewhere when you get there.

A wins!

>>21832

dead again?

>>21832

“Well, it certainly seems like you have everything under control here, Sergeant. I’m sure you and your men will be fine without me and my companions, and others might need us. We’ll be returning to Blodon,” you reply. Ricker nods, and offers you his hand.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you. I hope we meet again,” he says, as you shake his hand. “Hearst? Show them to the tunnel.”

You nod to Ricker, then follow Hearst off into the tunnel, and people reach out to grasp your hands, or occasionally grope your tits. After a short walk in the relieving darkness, you quickly once again find yourself in the blazing sun. Hearst thanks you, and then disappears back into the ground. You and your companions begin the walk back to Blodon.

In the several hours on your trek back to the city, your skin turns a bright red, and feels dry, and cracked, even in areas covered by armor. It’s bothersome, but not immediately worrying, but if you ever find yourself in the desert, you could be in danger.

Luckily, what with Elise being so pale, she is also bright red in the sun. Neither of them question your skin that they can see. You have to consider whether or not you should tell your companions about your new aspects. They might find it useful, or might disapprove. You’ll have to be very diplomatic when dealing with it.

As you walk back into Blodon, you breathe in a sigh of relief to be back in a place that doesn’t smell like orcs or dead plants. You really do need to get inside somewhere, though, it wouldn’t be wise to keep standing around in the sun, you could get actually injured.

Additionally, your mouth feels a bit drier. You don’t need to feed quite yet, but you will.

a) Go to The Golden Oak

b) Go to the Doghouse

c) Talk to the knights

d) Talk to the man on the cart

e) Go to the Adventurer Academy

f) Suggestions

Sophia

Health: 9/9

Level 2

EXP: 7/15

Reputation: 225 (increased from 75)

204g

Thirst: 25%

>>22506

A

>>22506

B

>>22506

A

>>22506

B

>>22506

A

>>22506

d

>>22506

B

>>22506

A

>>22506

B

>>22506

A. Also try to seduce some drunken person and take some blood.

>>22506

A

>>22507

>>22512

>>22518

>>22565

>>22609

>>22618

A wins!

>>22773

You and Elise quickly agree to go back to the Golden Oak, while Percival stares around himself in wonder. It’s quite apparent that he’s never been to a city before, and you imagine that you must have looked that incredulous when you first began your adventure. You and Elise begin to walk off towards the bar, and have to keep Percival in tow to stop him from wandering into the stores surrounding you. You cross the center square, and focus on pushing through the crowds to get to the beautiful bar you were at the day before.

As you’re crossing, a man suddenly approaches you. “Hey there!” he exclaims, stepping in frot of you and cutting you off. “I know you! You’re that new team of adventurers, right? Though I see you’ve got a new member.” He winks at Percival. “What were your names? Sarah and Ellie, or something?”

“Actually, it’s-“ You try to tell him your name, but he interrupts.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, it’s not like I’ll remember. I mean, sure, nice work with what you’re doing and all, but you aren’t all that important, I just happen to read the papers. But see, I have this contest going on with a friend going on to see who can meet the most heroes, so I just had to say hi.”

You are a bit taken aback by his saying you don’t matter, but you must admit that it’s true, you’ve only really done two things so far, and neither of them were on the scale to get you massive attention, but at least you’ve been heard of!

“Hey, how did you hear about us in the papers?” Elise asks. “I mean, we had the thing with the wizard coven over a week ago, and no one noticed us for that, and we only completed our second job today.”

The man waves his arm. “Oh, magic people in the papers, the word of what happened in that rinky-dink town got out pretty fast. It was only a small story though, probably three hundred words. Standard beginner stuff.”

You nod. “Well, it was nice meeting you!” You say with a smile. “Now, we need to get on our way, we have somewhere to go.”

You try to move past the man, but he places a hand on your stomach, holding you back. “Hey!” He cries out. “I recognized you! I proved I’m your fan! Don’t I get anything for that?”

You look at him incredulously. “Like- like what?” You ask, confused. You weren’t aware heroes were supposed to reward their followers.

The man grins, and shrugs. “Oh, whatever. You could just say, come into a nice private room with me, and we could see what we’d figure out…” he reaches a hand around you, and slaps it firmly on your ass. You push him off immediately, of course.

“Hey! What the fuck was that?” you ask. You look around for Elise and Percival, and see that they are both simply standing to the side, looking offended themselves. It looks like Elise doesn’t want to be included in the man’s offer though, and Percival appears totally out of place, perhaps assuming that this sort of encounter is normal.

“Oh, come on, babe. You know it’ll be a good time for both of us,” the creepy man says, reaching out and squeezing your breast. You gasp at the sensation, before slapping it away. You can’t get into the habit of fucking anyone who asks, you don’t want people to look at you as a slut, and virgin heroes are sometimes treated with more respect, for some reason. Probably because their battle prowess kept them from getting raped. Still, this is a situation you have to deal with.

a) Challenge the man to a duel (A fight with people watching, has a wager)

b) Just attack him

c) Call the guards

d) Try to push past him

e) Other

>>22780

a

>>22780

D

>>22780

D

>>22780

D

>>22780

D

>>22780

D

>>22780

A

>>22780

D

>>22780

A

>>22780

A

>>22780

A

>>22780

A

A

>>22780

B. You're not to be messed with.

>>22783

>>22806

>>22820

>>22829

>>22834

>>22839

>>22898

7 A's!

>>22785

>>22786

>>22787

>>22789

>>22804

>>22814

6 D's!

A wins!

I need a roll to see what weapon the man chooses to fight with. 1-50 Is fists, 51-100 is swords.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>22991

Roll for weapon

The man’s aggression can’t be forgiven, you’ll have to make him pay, that much is clear. But you need to do this honorably, you can’t just attack a random citizen, people might think you’re the bad guy. You don’t have a good enough reputation yet to get away with something like that, but when you’re both liked and more famous, people might assume you’re in the right no matter what you do.

You take a strong, forward stance, and glare at the man. “No. I will not let you do this to me, or to any other woman. I challenge you to a duel, for my dignity and for your vileness. I will not be insulted by a common wretch.”

The man laughs at this. “A duel! Brilliant plan, I've always wanted to fight in one of these! I’ll have to ask you to shed your armor, though, as you can see that I don’t have any.”

You consider this, and nod at its fairness. You unclasp your armor, and let the legs, bracers, and helmet fall to the ground, leaving you standing in your tube top and tights.

“God, Sophia, you’re so red,” Elise says. “You might want to make sure that armor isn’t see through.”

Elise is right, you are very red. You’ll have to win this somewhat quickly. Luckily, this man appears to be inexperienced in fighting, along with being somewhat pudgy and out of shape.

He eyes your body. “Nice, now when I win it’ll take even less time to strip you. Now, as I’m sure you know, in a duel, the challenged person chooses the weapons. As you challenged me, we’ll fight with our fists. Obviously weapons are your strong point, right?” He laughs again. “Well, let’s get this started!”

A small crowd has already gathered around. A couple are cheering for you, but it’s mostly silent. Elise and Percival stand off to the side. You can’t afford to lose this, it’ll be totally delegitimizing.

“Now, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, if I win, I get to fuck you. What are the stakes on your side?” The man asks.

a) All his gold (120)

b) Half his gold (60)

c) He leaves Blodon

d) He must stop approaching women so aggressively

e) Suggestions (Suggestions are encouraged, I just threw out some ideas)

>>22995

A

>>22995

D

D

>>22995

a

>>22995

E

>You fuck him

if we were gonna do that why resist so much then we give him what he wants?

>>22995

C

A

I meant fuck him with a strap on

>>22995

D

>>22995

D sounds kinda useless

Sophia: don't grope people

Fatman: k

one day later

Fatman finds someone else

Fatman: I recognised you! I proved I'm your fan! Dont I get something for that?

>>22995

A

Option D does sound a bit foolish

>>22995

A

>>22995

E, we fuck him with a Strapon to humiliate him.

As much as getting gold sounds like fun, it doesn't sound that heroic

>>22995

A

>>23047

>fuck him with a Strapon to humiliate him

>getting gold… doesn't sound that heroic

Something is wrong here.

>>23049

The duel would damage his pride and punish him for his insult.

The strapon idea is mainly to ensure the message gets across.

Dueling for money just seems like legal mugging.

>>22995

B

A

>>22995

A

>>22995

E) if his clothes look like they are worth something, take em (we sell them later) humilating him walking around naked

>>22995

E Kill him

No mercy

>>23073

E). I second that, except he will lose his clothes anyway.

>>23314

….and take him for a walk in the pub. Gotta get out of that nasty sun.

>>22997

>>23004

>>23030

>>23039

>>23042

>>23048

>>23056

>>23072

A wins!

>>23341

Fucking scrooges….

I need a 60+ agility roll!

If that passes, I need a 50+ combat roll

Rolled 18 (1d100)

agi roll

>>23394

“If I seize victory, I will win all gold you currently have on you,” you demand. The man raises an eyebrow, and shrugs.

“Very heroic, I see, but I agree to these terms. Let us begin!”

The man raises his fists and walk towards you. You lift your hands in front of your face as well, and approach. You’ve never fought with your bare hands before, but you’re probably stronger than this man. With some luck, and some skill, you should be able to beat him before you begin to seriously burn. Of course, considering that the man obviously wants to fuck you, you could also try out some of the new fighting style the orc taught you, but that might not be the wisest decision, as you’re surrounded by a crowd.

The man begins throwing punches left and right at you, in a wild, sweeping form. You try to block and dodge them, but the punches come in such an unpredictable manner, you find yourself struck several times. The man punches you in the stomach and the head, and you are knocked back, landing on your rear. He keeps his hands raised. “Come on! Stand up!” He says. It appears he’s honorable enough not to punch a downed opponent.

a) Begin attacking back

b) Try to talk him down

c) Throw dirt in his eyes, then attack

d) Fight erotically

Sophia:

Health: 7/9

Pervert:

5/5

>>23396

A

>>23396

A

>>23396

A, this is the dice gods not being pleased with our scroogeness, should have just made him not approach women

>>23396

D just cuz.

A

>>23396

A

>>23396

D, because why not

A

>>23396

A

>>23396

A, we're here to beat him up dammit

Hey all, I'm sorry I've been so inactive lately. I'm going through some really stressful stuff, and I haven't felt so motivated to write in the past few weeks. I feel bad for not keeping it updated though, so I'll be trying to do a bit for the next few days.

Additionally, from this Wednesday (June 10th) through Saturday of next week (June 20th), I'll be travelling, and will likely not have an internet connection. I'll then have one full week here, in which I'll try to write a lot, then I'll be going off to be a counselor at a summer camp for 8 weeks, and I definitely won't be able to write then. So, this story is going to be dead for quite a while. When I get back, I'll probably take a vote for me to either continue this or start a new story. I'm sorry I'm dropping this on you all now, but I just wanted to be able to give reason for my disappearing this time.

However, since I'm here now, A clearly wins. I need a 40+ combat test.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>24795

Combat

>>24812

You slowly stand up, brushing your hair out of your face. This man might have gotten a head start in this fight on you, but it doesn’t mean that you’re beaten yet! You take a deep breath, glare at the man, and let out a cry as you charge at him.

As you swing your fist, the man ducks under it. Then you try and punch him in the jaw, which he side steps, before burying one of his hands in your stomach again. You fall to the ground on your knees, clutching your stomach, struggling to get enough breath (You got the wind knocked out of you! Certain rolls will be harder until you take a moment to recover).

You hear jeers in the crowd as it starts to look like you’re outmatched. The man himself is even laughing at you.

“Like this girl is a hero! Like she could be an adventurer! I bet most men in this town could beat you, bitch. You’re more suited to being a barmaid, or maybe a hooker. I can’t believe some people actually thought you had talent.”

Other people start yelling similar insults.

“Look at this bullshit, she’s practically insulting every actually accomplished hero!”

“Come on, we all know women shouldn’t be warriors! They just can’t take it!”

“Get the fuck out of this city! We only want REAL heroes here, you fucking normie!”

Your face flushes a bright red as you gasp for air. You can’t afford to lose this. You won’t. You need to win this fight, there’s no chance of talking down the crowd.

a) Attack again

b) Try to catch your breath

c) Fight unfairly

d) Fight erotically

Sophia:

Health: 5/9

Pervert:

5/5

>>24837

C

>>24837

B

>>24837

B

I'm so glad this story finally moved, at the same time sad it won't in quite some time. I hope it won't get abandoned.

>>24837

A

That seems to be all the votes I'm going to get for now, and I want to be able to put out more content before leaving, so B wins.

I need a general damage roll for the pervert. 1-20 means he does no damage, 21-40 is 1 damage, 41-70 is 2 damage, 71-90 is 3 damage, anything above 90 is 4 damage.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>24896

RAWLING THE PAIIIIIIIIIIN

>>24898

Goddamn, you're getting a bonus for that.

You stay down on the ground, kneeling, trying to breathe slowly and deeply. You hope that the man attacking you will do as he did before, and not attack you because you’re on the ground. This seems to work.

“Aww. Did I hurt the wittle hero?” He whimpers is a babying tone. “Oh, it’s okay, wittle hero. You could always just give up, that’s be so much easier.”

You continue kneeling, and focusing on relaxing, but as you take your time, the man starts to get angry. “Hey. Get up, I know I didn’t hurt you that bad. Either get up or give in. Come on, don’t waste my fucking time!”

The crowd’s insults grow louder as you sit, egging you on, trying to get you to fight, but you ignore them. You keep on trying to breathe, and as you relax, it comes more easily to you. The man keeps screaming, until you’re finally ready to fight again. You take a deep breath, and prepare yourself to stand up, before hearing a roar, and looking to the side.

The man had grown impatient, and thrown a punch at you. As you look up, all you see is his fist heading towards your face. You clench your eyes and duck your head, and feel it collide with your skull, just above the hairline. Strangely though, it doesn’t hurt as much as you would expect. In fact, it’s the pervert who falls back, clutching his hand in agony with a cry.

The crowd laughs at the man’s foolish move, as do you as you stand up.

“Skulls really are hard things, aren’t they?” You chortle. The man lowers his hand, and glares at you. Unfortunately, it doesn’t appear to be broken, but it’s definitely hurt. He glowers at you, before rushing at you with another yell and a wildly telegraphed punch.

I need a 45+ agility test to dodge the punch, and if that passes, I need a 50+ Combat test.

Sophia:

Health: 5/9

Pervert:

4/5

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>24901

agility

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>24901

combat

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>24901

combat

>>24903

>>24912

You easily duck under the man’s punch. It isn’t hard; he practically told you what he was doing in advance. The man barrels past you, and stumbles, almost falling, before turning back around, to receive a solid kick to the chest.

You’re pretty sure you feel one of the man’s ribs crack when you kick him, and send him sprawling back. He lands on his back, spread eagled, in an apparently painful daze. It takes him a moment to roll over onto his hands and knees, and he coughs up a bit of blood while trying to breathe. He’s now in the same situation you were a moment ago, and you hear much of the crowd making fun of him now. It’s clear that the hive mind is fickle; you should remember that, should you ever do any public dueling in the future.

Still, as the man sits there, you need to decide what to do, while keeping in mind both the risk of losing, and the respect the crowd has for you.

a) Kick him while he’s down

b) Tease him

c) Be patient and quiet until he stands up

d) Try to talk him into surrender

Sophia:

Health: 5/9

Pervert:

2/5

>>24917

D

>>24917

D

>>24917

D

>>24917

D

>>24918

>>24919

>>24920

>>24928

And with that, I need a 75+ Charisma roll. If that fails, 60+ agility roll, and if that one passes, 50+ combat

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>24930

Charisma roll

>>24931

nice work!

The man before you spits out some more blood onto the ground, before standing up and wiping his mouth. He glares at you, and his breath is ragged. You can tell he’s waiting for you to do something, probably because his last angry attack worked out poorly.

You decide to walk towards the man, and try to end the fight without any more pain. Raising your hands before you in a gesture of kindness, you come within two feet of him before speaking.

“Come on, you’re hurt pretty badly. Just surrender now, and we can end this.” You offer. Rage takers over the man’s face.

He spits on the ground in front of you. “Fuck that! I won’t lose to some random bitch like you!”

“Is it really worth it to win though?” You ask. “You’re hurt pretty bad. I’m pretty sure you have at least one broken bone. Would you even be able to enjoy fucking me?”

“Well I won’t just hand over my money to you!” He yells, making a rude hand gesture at you.

You sigh. “Look. This can go one of two ways right now. You win, but I probably get a few shots in before you do. You get to fuck me, while you’re a bloody mess, and you don’t enjoy it. The second is that I beat you into the ground and take your money, leaving you a bloody mess. The third is you surrender now, and we end this, and you stay in relatively good shape. So, sure, you could keep fighting me, but is that really worth the risk?”

The man glares at you for several seconds before hanging his head. “Fine. I give.”

The crowd lets out a huge cheer, and begins chanting. Different sections seem to be saying different things, but you can at least hear some people chanting “Warrior! Warrior! Warrior!”

You turn around, and let out a cry. “I am Sophia!” You scream to the heavens for effect. It can’t hurt to get your name out there. With this, the crowd cheers, and begins chanting your name (+50 Reputation!).

>>24943

You feel a tap on the shoulder, and turn to see the man holding out a leather pouch. It’s quite heavy, and you nod as you take it. You drop it in your satchel as you collect your things from the ground and don your armor. Elise and Percival appear at your sides from the crowd, and you wave once before heading once again towards the Golden Oak. You almost run over, your skin is hurting a fair bit. As you reach the door, the giant mercenary guard stops you.

“Welcome back ladies; I’m not surprised to see you back so soon. It’s a nice bar, isn’t it? Wait until you experience it at night. But anyway, you know the rules: No weapons, and you’ll need to pay for the boy.”

You and Elise look at each other, and shrugs, before you pull out your money and hand over 15 gold. The man nods, and Elise heads in, followed by Percival. You take a bit longer, as you have to drop off weapons.

You let the man have your iron sword, as usual, but when you grab your silver dagger to hand to him, you gasp, and drop it. It burned your hand! That vampire blood must have made you weak to silver! The burn fades quickly though, instead of your hand melting off, so at least you aren’t as weak as a full vampire.

The bouncer doesn’t seem to notice your reaction, and just bends down to get the knife. “Don’t worry ‘bout that, you just head inside.” He says. You thank him, before going into the bar behind your companions.

As soon as you get inside, your skin begins to fade back to its normal color. You breathe a sigh of relief, and smile as a wave of bliss washes over you. It feel amazing to be inside, much better than you had expected. Smiling, you head over to meet Elise and Percival at the bar.

“- And it’s run by this ghost thing named Oak, he’s really nice, you should meet him. HE offered Sophia and I jobs as waitresses if we ever need cash, but I doubt we will, any time soon. I mean, obviously we aren’t rich, but we can afford to stay alive for a few days at least. Speaking of which, I’m starving, I wonder if they have food here? Of course they do, I’m ridiculous.” Elise’s rapid fire speaking makes you grin, and you move to sit next to her, with Percival on her other side.

“Oh, Sophia!” She exclaims. “I was trying to decide if it’s okay to drink this early. Also, can we get food? I’m STARVED, we haven’t eaten anything since you finished patching me up yesterday. So, food? Drinks? What’ll it be? I mean, you have the money, so really it only matters what you think.”

a) Get drinks

b) Get food and drinks

c) Go to look for Oak

d) Go talk to those people you were with yesterday

e) Go join a different group

Health: 5/9

Level 2

EXP: 8/15

Reputation: 275

309g

Thirst: 30%

>>24944

B, we just got some money so we may as well.

>>24944

B

>>24944

B

I wonder what kind of drink we will get from the goat man.

>>24944

B

>>24944

B

>>24945

>>24946

>>24959

>>24960

>>24962

B clearly wins.

>>24964

As soon as you make the mental decision that you too are hungry and could go for a drink, the satyr trots over to where the three of you sit with a platter filled with plates and cups. You can’t identify most of the food you grew up eating fairly simple meals. You all get a thick brown meat, and small teal cubes of fruit. For your drinks, you and Elise both get a viscous blue liquid, while Percival gets the same green drink you and Elise had the night before.

“That’ll be seven gold for each meal, five for the drinks for the ladies, and three for the gentleman’s. Oh, and my apologies,” The goat says, turning to face you. “At this bar, we don’t serve what you really need, but I made the best choice for what we have.” He winks, and collects 34 gold from you before walking off.

“What was that about your drink?” Elise asks, sipping hers. “Because this is absolutely divine, I don’t see how you could want anything else.”

“Haha, I’m not sure,” You say, nervous. You know that he was talking about blood, and it’s true, you are thirsty. The drink you were served is delicious though; it tastes very subtly of almonds and spices, with a hint of maple, creating a very subdued tone that seems to seep through your whole body in a wave of total relaxation.

Elise shrugs. “Well, who knows. Either way, let’s just enjoy our meal. You like it Percival? Glad you joined us?”

Percival’s mouth is stuffed with food, but he manages to let out an affirming grunt. Elise laughs, and then turns back to you.

“So Sophia, we haven’t gotten to talk much actually. I mean, I like you and all, and I like being with you, and god knows that if we ever get free time I’d like to revisit what happened after you took all those potions-“ Elise winks here, and you blush at the memory. “But honestly I don’t know much about you, and I feel like we need to talk.”

a) Change the subject

b) Ask her about herself (Suggest questions)

c) Talk about yourself

275g

>>24971

C

>>24971

C

>>24971

C

>>24971

C

>>24971

C

>>24977

>>24978

>>24980

>>24983

>>24985

C wins, I'm going to put this one out, and it'll probably be my last post for the night.

“Well, if you want to know about me, I can tell you. There isn’t a whole lot to tell, though,” you warn.

“That’s fine!” Elise says. “Just explain. You know, how did you get here? Where did you come from?”

You smile, and take a deep breath, preparing to tell your life’s story.

“Well, I grew up in this little shack in that giant plain to the west of Blodon. It’s pretty much the most worthless house imaginable. You know, wooden, holes in the walls, straw room, dirt floor. Very crumby place. I was happy there, though, it had everything I needed. It had this tiny little square off to the side where we could farm, but we couldn’t grow very much. Most of the food came from hunting.”

“Who’s ‘We’?” Elise interrupts.

“Oh, my father and I. I never knew my mother, she died in childbirth, but my dad raised me. He was perfect, really the best dad I could have asked for. A bit rough around the edges, sure, and he pushed me really hard at times, but I look back now and I see the logic in what he did. He really was just trying to make me into the best me I could be. I mean, when I think about it, he was really the kindest person I can possibly imagine. And he was humble. We only had one bed in that shack, a cot, but as soon as I got too big for us to both sleep, he moved to the floor so I could be warm and comfortable. I don’t think he ever touched that bed again, he just stayed on the ground. Even all through the winter, when it was freezing, he just curled up to stay warm and slept on the ground. He wouldn’t even take a blanket from the bed, so that I would be more comfortable. He didn’t eat on days when we didn’t have enough food. He always put me first. He’s my ultimate role model, he’s the one who shaped me to be what I am.

“And how did he do that?”

“Well, pretty much from as soon as I could walk and talk, he had me working. At first just small things, stuff like pulling carrots out of the ground, but as I got older, my responsibilities grew. Dad always wanted me to be self-disciplined, and self-sufficient, you see. He also always talked about how important it was to finish what you started, and be dedicated, and to always do what you loved.”

“Wasn’t he afraid you might be a sadist and love hurting people?” Elise laughed.

“No, he was really thorough. He always taught me the value of life, and how I should love making the people I love happy, and protecting them. Also, he never hurt me, so I guess that’s why I don’t just walk around hurting random people for no reason.

>>25018

“Dad told me every single day how beautiful life is. He taught me everything I know. He taught me the names of flowers, and birds, and how to get food from the earth, but he also taught me how to fight, and told me stories about ancient heroes of the past. He’s the reason I decided to leave that shack. Dad always thought I could be better than him, and refused to let me grow up to be some girl on a farm in a plain. He wanted better for me.”

“So what happened to him?” Elise presses.

“What do you mean?!” You ask, a bit taken aback by the question.

“Like, where is he now? Did you just leave him on that farm?”

“Oh. No.” You respond. “He’s dead. He died a couple years back.”

“Oh my god! How?!” Elise asks.

You can feel sorrow building up inside you because of the memories, and take a sip of your drink. It has a numbing effect, and makes you almost feel unconnected to the story.

“He was just being him. One night, a couple years ago, a few traders from Haerndean, in the southwest, were coming through. They said they were going to Xonia. Anyway, it was night, and it was winter, so my dad, being as kind as he was, offered them a place to sleep for the night. There were only three of them, and they had blankets, so it was decided they could sleep on the floor too. The thing about being a farmer is, though, you often don’t have as much food in the winter. We didn’t have enough stored to support these men, so my father threw on a thick cloak and grabbed his bow and a bunch of arrows, and went out into the snow, to hunt some game.

“So, it was just me, and these men. We sat in silence for a bit. Well, I did, they talked amongst themselves. After a good while though, they got restless. They started asking me when Dad would be back. I told them I didn’t know, and they got angry. They started grabbing me, and shaking me, yelling. Then, one of them suggested that I could be a means of entertainment.

“They began to try and rip my clothes off, while I tried to push them back. I didn’t have a weapon, and wasn’t as skilled in fighting then as I am now. Not to say that I’m highly skilled now, but that’s beside the point. So as these men were groping me, touching me, that’s when my father came back, with a boar he had caught. When he saw what was happening, he dropped his bow in shock, before drawing his sword.

“Now, I don’t know what my dad did in his youth, but he was the best fighter I can imagine. I mean, two of these men had swords, and the third was a wizard, but my dad still was more than a match for them. He had one of them dead and the other two fleeing in minutes. He wouldn’t give up, though. He chased them into the snow, until I could barely see them in the darkness. Then, I guess they turned around to fight. I couldn’t see exactly what happened, but then I saw my father light up in flames. It must have been the wizard. I screamed, and screamed, until my father fell into the snow, and then I screamed more. I didn’t find their bodies until that spring. All three. My father killed two men while he was on fire, instead of just giving up and coming back to me.”

The drink wasn’t enough. You feel a tear slip from your eye, as you grab Elise, who looks to be in shock.

“Elise. Promise me, that if you ever have to choose between being with someone you love and getting revenge for them, be with them. Don’t desert them. That will be worse on levels you can’t even imagine. Don’t leave the people you love behind in this world. Okay? Do you promise?” You’re fully crying now.

Elise gives you a shuddering nod. “Yes. Yes, I promise.”

You give a jerky nod, before gulping down the rest of your drink, and setting it aside. The satyr quickly brings a new, dark yellow, thin drink.

“Here. This’ll help those tears,” he says. “On the house.”

You swig down the drink, and it’s true. You do stop crying. In fact, your emotions feel totally numbed. You turn back to the bar, and finish your lunch.

a) Talk to Oak

b) Talk to the same group you did before

c) Talk to a different group

d) Leave

>>25019

And that's it for me for tonight. I'll probably be doing more tomorrow, maybe around late morning or early afternoon, PST.

>>25019

A

I cant fap to actual story and you write so much as well.

>>25019

A

>>25020

that turned pretty sad pretty quickly :(

pls see to it that the story gets put to a hold a a decnt point rather tahn mid combat or somehting pls

>>25111

I'll do what I can. I'll probably also hold a couple actually scheduled sessions in the full week I'm here, instead of just writing when I have time, because I'm hoping that'll get more people in here at once, and I think it'll help get out a lot of content at once.

>>25033

>>25100

>>25034

I guess that's all the votes I'll be getting for now, so I'll work with what I have. A wins.

>>25113

The three of you eat in silence after your story. You and Elise are both subdued due to the sorrow of it, and Percival, who wasn’t listening, is too busy eating to talk. Once you all finally finish, you wave over the bartender.

“Hey, I was wondering if we could have a word with Oak?” You ask. The satyr, who is cleaning out a flagon with an old rag, gives a kind nod.

“Sure thing. Just follow through that hallway there-“ The satyr gestures to a dimly lit corridor leading to the back of the bar, “And you’ll find your way to his office. He’s probably not too busy right now, most of his work takes place when the real crowds start showing up at night.”

Thanking the barman, you stand up, and head to the back, followed by Elise and Percival. There’s so little lighting in the hallway that you can hear Elise and Percival stumbling along behind you, but you seem to be able to work perfectly well in the dark. You reach the end of the hallway, and knock on the oak door that waits there.

“Come in,” You hear called faintly from within, so you push on the heavy door, and find yourself in a surprisingly well lit room.

It’s somewhat small, but its walls are covered in shelves filled with parchment and artwork, and in the middle sits a small desk. At the desk sits a wooden puppet the size of a man, with a face painted on it and a quill in hand, writing down numbers in a book. More puppets like it, with varying materials and appearances, line the back wall.

The puppet looks up, and though its mouth doesn’t move, it exclaims, “Ah! It’s you, those two adventurers! And I see you have a new acquaintance!”

You try to speak, but are too stunned to form words. Though magic is commonplace in your world, there is no made nearby to be creating this enchantment, and puppets generally can’t talk on their own.

The puppet looks down at its thin wooden body. “Ah, ignore the clothes. This just makes it easier to do things such as writing, and finances for the bar.”

With a flash of realization, it suddenly makes sense! The puppet is housing Oak! As an anima, he must not be able to pick things up on his own, but since he can possess things, both animate and inanimate, he must use these puppets for when physical labor needs doing. Oak rises and comes around to shake your hand.

“A pleasure, a pleasure. Now, forgive me, but I don’t believe I got your names?”

You introduce yourself, as do Elise and Percival, and the puppet nods. “Well, my friends, it’s a pleasure to have you. Tell me, to what do I owe the visit?”

a) We’re looking for work

b) We just wanted to say hello

c) We were wondering if you knew the word around town?

>>25119

C

>>25119

A

>>25119

A

>>25119

C

A

Let's get to business

>>25119

A

I kind of wish you wouldn't write so much

>>25131

>>25135

>>25139

>>25144

A wins!

>>25144

How so? Do you mean you want shorter segments, or what?

“I was wondering if you had any jobs to offer us?” You ask Oak. The puppet seems to consider for a moment, before nodding.

“Of course. As you know, I can offer the two ladies work here as waitresses, and perhaps get the gentleman a job cleaning dishes. Is that what you were referring to, or was there something more?”

You smile. “That’d be great, but I’d also love to hear if you have any other possible options.”

Oak leans on his desk. “Well, as we are a bar, I do happen to receive a few job requests, as I can get the word out. I can offer you any of those. Of course, some of them come from a more… morally ambiguous clientele.” He walks over to the shelves on the wall, and grabs a stack of parchment. “Feel free to look these over, tell me if you choose one.”

a) Work in the bar (45g total)

b) Perform in a public show of skill an battle prowess (130g if you win, 35g if you lose)

c) Work as personal security during a trade meeting (65g)

d) Collect unpaid debts (90g)

>>25155

C

>>25155

D

>>25155

>d) Collect unpaid debts (90g)

>>25155

C

>>25155

D

Its just that a lot of the time you write a mountain of text that could probably say the same thing in half the words and I dont even remember the last time I wanted to fap to this story. It just feels a little long and dull I guess.

>>25165

Ah, I understand. I'll try and be a bit more concise, and try to add in more sex, I realize that one of my flaws is that I make it a very long time between those opportunities.

>>25161

>>25162

>>25165

D wins!

You hand Oak the bottom sheet from the pile. “We’ll do this one,” you say. Oak takes the rest of the papers, and replaces them.

“Very good. You have the address, I’d get on your way to to ensure that no one else gets there first!”

You shake Oak’s hand before heading out of the bar. After picking up your sword, and scooping up your dagger with your bag without touching it, you head of into the streets of Blodon. It’s a short walk, but it takes you to a derelict part of the city, and you question what you’re doing there. Still, when you reach your destination, a rundown building with raucous yelling emanating from it, nothing will stop you from getting your gold. You swing the door open, and walk into a den of depravity.

You look around the room, and see all over men drinking, and gambling. You see two women dancing on tables with nothing on at all, and another woman bent over a table, being fucked from behind. Two men sit in a corner with a pile of green powder that you recognize to be Snakeclaw, an incredibly illegal and addictive drug. It wasn’t made from real snake claws, of course, snakes don’t have those usually, but it was called that because of how it shredded people’s minds.

A short, skinny man approaches you. He has greying black hair, and scars running down his rugged face. One of his eyes is white.

“Hmm. You two bitches here for a party?” He looks you up and down, totally ignoring Percival.

You shake your head. “N- no. We’re here for work. Debt collecting.” You8 question what kind of debts you’ll be collecting.

The man smiles. “Ah! Good, good. Well, welcome to the Orc’s Spear, the finest bar in the city that’s not technically legal. You’ll be working for me, don’t worry ‘bout my name.”

He leads you outside, then points at another building down the corridor. “A bunch of junkies down there took my substance without paying, then ran. I doubt they have much money, so here’s the deal I’ll make ya. Go in, get my wares, maybe kill a few, take the valuables, and then I’ll get ya your money. Got it? Good. Get outta here.”

The man walks back into the Orc’s Spear without another word, leaving the three of you in the street.

Seeing no other option, the three of you walk down to the building he pointed to, pausing outside the door to plan.

a) Try to be diplomatic

b) Go in attacking immediately

c) Try to sneak your way in

>>25173

>a) Try to be diplomatic

>>25173

A

>>25173

B

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>25173

b

A

>>25173

A

>>25173

A

B, with some planning if possible.

>>25173

A

>>25173

C

I don't think you can be diplomatic with a bunch of junkies that are probably getting high from the wares they stole.

>>25173

c) Try to sneak your way in

>>25173

A

i like the longs texts, it makes it feel more like a story and thats totally fine, thogh a little more sex wouldnt hurt. we have a party of 3 you know